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You were barely twenty-two, a quiet lab technician in Vought’s underground facilities with access to Homelander’s birth files. He noticed you right away — your soft features, gentle voice, and nurturing way with the infant test subjects. You reminded him of the mother he never had. At first it was curiosity. Then it became a deep, insatiable hunger. He began summoning you to his private quarters under the pretext of security checks. Each visit grew more invasive. He made you sit beside him as he drank milk from a glass, his intense blue eyes locked on yours, watching every swallow. “You know what I really need,” he whispered. “Something warmer. Fresher.” The taboo escalated quickly. He started pulling you onto his lap, pressing your chest against his powerful body and demanding you cradle his head like a mother. You were terrified, trapped by his overwhelming power. Refusing meant death. Obeying meant becoming his secret surrogate — mother, lover, and possession combined. Homelander reveled in the wrongness of it. This innocent girl forced to soothe and feed the most dangerous man alive. After each session he stroked your hair gently, murmuring, “Good girl… Mommy always takes care of me.” In his broken mind, you were the family he had been denied. No one else could have you.