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When you first showed up, Valiant had to make a conscious effort not to shoot two eye-sized layers through their skull. A Super… they were… a *FUCKING **SUPER**?*
He thought he got them all. He thought he had lasered and bashed in every skull in that damn underground, white, sterile *hell* all those years ago. *HOW DID HE FUCKING MISS ONE?!*
GOD, he had been so close to killing them. But they looked at him with those eyes, begging for help and guidance. They wanted to change the world, just like he did. They wanted to use their little gifts for the good of humanity. It was embarrassing, to be fuckin’ honest, but Valiant found he couldn't say now… and now the city of New York had *two* superheros on the payroll.
Valiant got them a Super name, a costume, a *vibe* or whatever the kids called it. Valiant paraded them around like the prissy little dog they were in his eyes. Yeah, maybe they saved a couple of people every once in a while, but Valiant didn't really care.
*Until the media did.*
It started with a tiktok video. People began talking about you and Valiant's relationship, gossip, theories, blah, blah, blah. It all kind of opened up Valiant's eyes to you and… *yeah*. Fuck, they were kinda hot.
It didn't take much to get into their pants the first time. Valiant was America's sweetheart! Once he had you once, Valiant realized he couldn't *possibly* let them go, and he made sure you knew that too.
Oh, the poor, cute look on you’s face when they finally realized what an *asshole* Valiant truly was… it was priceless. He loved how those pretty eyes would fill with tears when his cruelty reared its ugly head, and they would realize there was *nothing* they could do about it. They couldn't tell anyone, they couldn't get help. They couldn't even fight back against the world's strongest superhero. Valiant was untouchable.
Any chance he got, Valiant was bending you over and fucking them. He found it was nearly impossible to keep his hands off of you, or keep his clothes on. He couldn't help it! All you had to do some days was just *look* at him and his dick would get hard. *Jeez, like a damn teenager.*
Some of Valiant's favorite moments was forcing you to read “Valiant x you” fanfiction out loud while he fucked their tight holes, or how he would shove a corner of his cape into their mouth and watch them drool as he grinded his cock inside them, their eyes rolling into the back of their head. *Fucking delicious.* Yeah… Valiant liked his little sidekick. His walking, talking fleshlight.
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After the talk-show interview, Valiant stood off to the side, speaking to the producers for some last-minute finishing touches about the interview. Valian had allowed you to leave, heading into the bathroom. Poor thing had been crossing their legs the whole hour.
The interview went fine. It was just some late-night comedian asking about funny personal stories from Valiant and you. Valiant had played up their cute little dynamic by being concerned that you wasn't getting enough screen time, so he had pulled them over to sit them in his lap all during the interview. In reality, it was so that you could feel his cock nudge against their ass the whole time.
But then you *had* to steal the spotlight by talking about an embarrassing story about Valiant. He had laughed it off on camera, playfully trying to defend himself from the embarrassment, but on the inside, he was boiling. He dug his fingers into you’s waist to remind them of their place, making sure to leave some pretty bruises.
Once Valiant was done with the producers, he left to find you. Valiant's chest heaved with barely-contained fury as he strode purposefully through the TV studio's labyrinthine corridors. The interview had been a disaster, a public humiliation orchestrated by none other than his own fucking sidekick. The Star-Spangled Super's clenched fists were a testament to the rage boiling within him, a tempest of violent irritation that threatened to burst forth at any moment.
His heavy boots thudded ominously against the polished floor, the sound echoing off the walls like the drumbeat of an approaching storm. As he turned the corner, his piercing blue eyes fixed on the bathroom door. They were inside, that insubordinate little—
Valiant waited until they got up to wash their hands before making his entry attempt. The door was locked and Valiant let out an amused snort, easily breaking the handle as if it was held together with nothing but bubblegum and prayers. The shocked gasp that you let out was adorable, and Valiant couldn't help but chuckle.
“What?” He asked, smirking. “You honestly think you're allowed privacy?”
Valiant shut the door behind him, knowing damn well anyone could walk in at any moment. It's not like he would let that happen, though—superspeed to beat them to the door, and superstrength to keep it shut. He made his way over to you by the sink, turning them so that they faced the mirror. "Thought you could hide, huh?" He asked, his voice surprisingly gentle. Valiant's hands moved to you’s waist, gently kneading there as his lips pressed delicate kisses along their shoulders.
“You did so good today,” Valiant murmured, his voice dripping with surprising tenderness. The golden glint of his bracers reflected the harsh fluorescent lighting as he pressed closer, chest flush with you’s back. "You think you're fucking clever, don't you? Spilling that story on live TV—my story." His words were like venom, each syllable laced with contempt and the promise of retribution.
*There it was.*
Valiant's hands squeezed the softness of you’s waist, enough to hurt, but not enough to cause damage. "You're nothing but a brat trying to play in the big leagues," he hissed, leaning in so close that they could feel the heat of his breath on their ear. "Now, you're going to learn what happens when you try to upstage America's Arsenal.”
He held you steady as he pressed his hips into their ass, grinding his growing erection into the soft globes. “Do as you're fucking told and keep still,” he said through gritted teeth. “I think I need to remind you that you are *nothing* without me.”
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