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[jinxthejubilee]

Disney Villain Recruiters Personalities: Part 10

The lady of the lamp! The sorceress of the sands! Our very own diamond in the rough!

Bust out those magic wands, carpets, and lamps for:

Faja (or Farja)!

For those of you who don't know, the Disney Villain Recruiters was a Tokyo Disneyland-only show held every Halloween. Basically, the minions of famous Disney villains come to our world to try and tempt us to join their villain bosses.

- By the way, they are not the sons, daughters, or genderbent versions of the villains. They are just minions.

- Also! I do not speak Japanese. Thankfully, there were a few that had English subtitles, but not a lot. These are just my interpretations of her based on the videos I've seen, along with my own personal ideas about his character. So, let's get started!

Faja (Farja)🌹

Another recruiter who is believed to have animal origins (that being a parrot) Faja was either found by Jafar as an abused pet, or she was found as an orphaned street rat by the sorcerer, not too dissimilar of Aladdin or Jafar's own origins. Regardless, Faja is eternally grateful to her master for his good deed and vows to serve him. If the Aladdin game "Nasira's Revenge" is taken as canon, I believe it is plausible that Faja was taken in by Nasira and mostly raised by her, hence why Faja wasn't present in the movies. Either that, or Faja was kept secret by Jafar and was instructed to aid in his plans and study magic in the background so as to not be discovered by the enemy.

If the former situation occurs in which Nasira takes Faja in as an apprentice instead, then Faja would grow to admire Jafar from his sister's stories about him, possibly learning more about his early years, and becoming more sympathetic and understanding of his schemes, striving to do whatever it takes to help him take his rightful place as sultan and earn his respect, despite the reality that he may not care for her at all.

Faja is a proud and passionate soul, who's bad temper and chatterbox nature conjures trouble up for her, much to her and other's dismay. She is very over the top and dramatic, being known to get easily frustrated, especially towards herself or anyone for having messed up anything important to her. As noted by Jack Heart, Faja has a temper to match the Queen of Hearts, although not nearly as scary, as her getting wildly upset, messing up a potion or magical stunt, as well as her general clumsiness has been seen as a source of entertainment among her fellow recruiters.

Despite her spitfire attitude, however, Faja has a softer side, being described as one of the silliest members of the team. She's one of the few who actually laughs at Jack's terrible jokes or puns and actively participates in games or activities with the crowd. Similarly to Lady Hock, she has a soft spot for children, even if she has significantly less patience for them than her pirate friend. She may panic or outright flee the scene when a child cries or frustrates her, but she will stay when they're calm and want to play with her or see a magic trick. Faja has been noted to become emotional if a child wishes to see her in particular, as regardless of backstory, she was never wanted by anyone growing up.

Evidently, Faja is also extremely empathetic, knowing when one of her coworkers needs help, but she will not see to the problem directly, instead asking for assistance from the others. Although if the desired person is unavailable, she will do the best she can to help them on her own. She might show her compassion in the form of food and different types of flowers, making their favorite dishes or snacks, or making a bouquet of flowers corresponding to their emotions so they might feel better. It's so NOT subtle, and she will absolutely deny any goodwill intentions she may have, but the others are appreciative nonetheless.

Jafar: If Jafar himself takes Faja in as an apprentice, then the two would have an almost father-daughter relationship. He is the calming force to her temperment, similarly to Iago. Faja adores him and strives to make him proud of her, even if she flounders along the way. She understands his desire to be more than a street rat, as they both were dealt an awful hand in life, growing up in poverty. He doesn't allow her to become too close to him, not wanting his image to falter in her eyes. He just tells her enough for him to manipulate her further. And although she is rather clumsy and hot-headed, Jafar sees her potential and trains her in becoming a sorceress. However, when Faja learns of Iago's betrayal, even cornering the bird to get some answers, Faja becomes...torn. She believes that she still owes Jafar her life after saving her long ago, but...even if the bird was annoying, Iago was her friend. All three of them were in this together, and now Jafar's become far more twisted than she could ever imagine him being. Faja is deeply afraid of losing what she had, and even helps to bring Jafar back a few times, but she doesn't know how long she can keep this up.

Iago: Birds of a feather flock together, as they say. Kind of. Their relationship is a bit tumultuous, to say the least. They ironically find each other annoying and have a bit of a rivalry for Jafar's attention. Problem is, due to Faja's clumsiness and temper, and Iago's status as the sorcerer's right-hand (or winged) man, Jafar is likely to trust Iago with the more serious tasks than Faja, which, of course, leads to more insults and bragging from Iago's side. Despite that, they do have some semblance of trust, having been stuck with one another for so long. Once she returns home and hears of Iago's treachery, she's reluctant, but she listens to him, having learned to have more patience in her time away from Agrabah. And while Faja does what she can to aid in Jafar's return, she gains a new perspective of her master. If Iago, the sorcerer's most trusted confidant, betrayed him after what he put the parrot through, what does that mean for her? Should Faja join Iago on the side of good, she and Iago would have a LONG talk about what they had been through and perhaps come to the conclusion that they should put their past's aside and start anew. Together, as true friends.

Aladdin: As any minion of a villain would, Faja hates Aladdin with a fiery passion. How dare this boy ruin her master's chance of achieving his dream with his own goal of finding happiness, wanting a loving family of his own.....and hoping to be seen as more than a street rat.....huh. That sounds awfully familiar, now, doesn't it? Over the course of the recruitment program, Faja realizes that she, Aladdin, and Jafar have a lot in common, but are all so completely different. Faja's anger issues stem from a lack of attention, stress, and internalized hatred for herself as a result of her poor upbringing. Aladdin, however, was in the same boat but looks at the world with a positive outlook and hope for the future. And that is, admittedly, very admirable. If Faja takes a turn for the better and redeems herself, Aladdin would gladly have Faja live in the palace as their court magician, and help the impoverished citizens of Agrabah, as friends!

Apple Poison: As much as she despises him for calling her magic a "pathetic imitation," Faja does respect Apple to a certain extent. However, she's not afraid of telling him exactly what she thinks of him, though Apple himself admires her honesty, despite how annoying she may get. Plus, she actually does her job well enough, so he can say at least that much. Though, he is guilty of escalating her anger for his own amusement, while she obliviously falls for his mind tricks. But, Apple can see how how hard she works to perfect her magic, however flawed it might be, and will give her some pointers where he can. In return, if Apple feels particularly stressed out on certain days, Faja will bake apple pies for him to keep him from whining. It's very sweet!

Jack Heart: Most of the time, these two have fun with each other. They tease, they trick, they play fight, just having a grand ol time! But then Jack uses her magic and potions for crazy stunts and pranks, sometimes on the others, but a lot of times on her. That's where the trouble starts. "Fajako" is NOT happy. It's bad enough that he wastes her ingredients, but he didn't even ask! He just barges in like he owns the place and "borrows" what he can find! Other than that, they have a fairly good relationship. They're both the silly and spontaneous types, so when they get together, it's a blast! AND! They can both agree with how insufferable Apple can be, so they join forces to take him down. It hardly ever works, but the fun is all that counts, right?

Malfie (Malfi): Ah, the group narcissist, wonderful... These two are, unsurprisingly, very sassy towards each other. So much so that they have their own stage segment called "Villain Sassoon," in which these two engage in pure, unadulterated wise cracks and cocky comebacks. It's glorious. And also extremely fun and/or annoying to their colleagues. In all seriousness, Malfie is a big thorn in Faja's side, sometimes literally. Similarly to Apple, Malfie is also quite experienced in magic, and he will make fun of Faja's failures at any chance he gets. Unlike Apple, though, Malfie doesn't have the patience nor the attention span to help her, and if he does, it's purely by accident. In spite of their differences, they have a surprising amount in common. Putting aside the fact that Faja might also be a bird, they both understand what it's like to be rejected by society, or in Malfie's case, by your own family. Eventually, the hostility towards each other dies down, and they start to have a more friendly, yet still teasing relationship. Someone needs to put that guy's ego in check!

Eight Foot Joe: As stated before, other than Ms. Hades, Joe struggles when talking to women, and Faja's constant loud outbursts don't soothe him in the least. Unlike the others, he doesn't laugh or mock her when she screws up her magic or clumsily falls or knocks something over, he just gets tired and annoyed at her. He honestly just pities her more than anything. As someone who slinks in the background and overworks himself to the point of exhaustion for the sake of perfecting whatever work needs to be done, the fact that she's so clumsy, over the top, and very much front and center, he mostly steers clear away from dealing with that. Faja, on the other hand, views him as grumpy and socially inept. However, as they are kind of forced to interact on a day to day basis, he becomes more sympathetic to her plight and, along with Apple, helps Faja with her magic, specifically potions. He's no genius on the subject by any means, but he has seen Ursula's work over a thousand times and has dabbled in potions himself, so he makes for a decent teacher. As thanks, she'll cook him his favorite meal and keep her complaints about him to a minimum. Well, it's a start!

Mr. Dalmatia: As a buddy of Jack and someone who's also been slighted by Apple, Faja has been deemed by Dalma as an honoray member of their squad! Although she won't participate in most of their pranks, being a bit more mature than them (sometimes), she will indulge the two from time to time if the idea peaks her interest. The two might squabble once in a while as a result of he and Jack taking Faja's stuff without permission, purposely making her extremely angry for the fun of it, or Dalma's dog tendencies acting up, but they have a fairly good relationship. She's like his clumsy, drama queen big sister that he never knew he wanted!

Pretty Scar (Mzuri): Two peas in a pod, these two. Faja often complains about PS's annoying, cutesy act, but she is equally guilty of frustrating and pestering the other recruiters with her outbursts, so who's the hypocrite here? Like everyone else, though, Mzuri grows on Faja, and the hyena's genuine curiosity of her magic ignites the wannabe sorceress pride, something fierce, and she can't help but show off her skills. Faja appreciates the enthusiasm, and she begins to see Pretty Scar as her little sister. Having been rejected by their respective societies, with Mzuri getting very little food, the young hyena is beyond thankful for Faja's delicious cooking, of which Faja has to make extra, knowing Mzuri's large appetite.

Ms. Hades: One of Faja's great friends, Ms. Hades has shown to be the primary recruiter, aside from Lady Hock, who can successfully calm Faja down. Faja admires Ms. H for her calm and collective approach to everything, having an almost regal presence every time she speaks, reminding Faja of her master. Although, unlike Jafar, Ms. Hades sees Faja as an equal, and despite the bird-lady's temper, Ms. H doesn't shame or belittle her for expressing her emotions openly, which is a breath of fresh air for Faja, and she is very grateful of MH for her understanding. Thanks in part to Ms. Hades, Lady Hock, and Veil's more calming personalities, as well as general experience with guests, the other recruiters, and the program overall, Faja matures and gains more patience for people and herself. Ms. H is known for seeing an obstacle with reason, and that kind of energy has definitely rubbed off on her. That doesn't mean Faja isn't scared of Ms. H though. On the rare occasion that the fire maiden is quietly seething with rage, while this may give Faja the opportunity to repay MH for all those times she's stopped her from doing something she might regret, don't think that such a task will be easy. If all else fails, run for the hills!

Veil: Another good friend of hers, Veil gives Faja the opportunity to comfort and help someone else for a change. Due to Veil's social ineptitude, Faja works as a guide to understanding social skills and cues. While not a chatterbox like her friend, Veil does enjoy conversations with Faja and somehow gaining a friend in this crazy world. Even though Faja is not as motherly as Ms. Hades, she has some big sister energy in her, and is often Veil's second person to go to when she's upset. When Veil comes to Faja for support, Faja allows Veil to rest her head on her shoulder and sit in silence. Should Veil still be in a downer mood, Faja will cook and bake Veil's favorite meal and dessert, and create a beautiful center piece made up of her favorite flowers. They both know what it's like to feel unloved, so Faja will do everything she can to help her friend feel better.

Lady Hock (Hook): Faja is always in awe of Lady Hock's charisma and zest for life. These two are more like sisters, the female versions of Jack and Dalma, that's how close they are. While appearing calm and collected, Hock enjoys chaos as much as anyone else. This lassie loves magic, on account of living on an island across a star, so any mishaps or wacky shenanigans that occur due to Faja's or anyone else's mistake is just a fun time to be had. Should Jack, Dalma, Apple, or any of the other recruiters cross the line, the following pranks should be an expected consequence. These two have so much fun together, they've described each other as the siblings they truly needed in their early lives.

Overall: Faja is a spirited and determined young woman who may be a source of mockery in the group, but whose eager and secretly tender nature makes it easy to love her. While she may deny caring for most of her fellow recruiters in any capacity at first, they eventually filled the whole in her heart that she'd been pretending wasn't there.

With Iago and Aladdin's influence on the other side, it's only a matter of time before Faja lets go of her master and his petty and psychopathic ideals of glory and worship. The only question is: Will Faja be strong enough to break free of Jafar's emotional hold on her? Or will she, too, remain trapped?

Author's Note: Thank you so much for joining me on this long journey! I really hope these pages were helpful for newcomers or just people in the fandom who wanted a clearer grasp at the recruiters' personalities.

Of course, this isn't the end of me talking about them, and I even have a plan to go back and rewrite a few of my earlier pages because I honestly hate how I wrote them.

But for now, thank you all again for your patience, and I'll see you guys later! Byeee! 💗💗

[call-me-izzy-10]

I Just Discovered Tokyo Sea Disney Villain Recruiters

And I made an OC.

So meet Snake Eyes, Oogie Boogie’s Recruiter.

How he met Snake Eyes or got her to be on his side wasn’t… natural. Unlike the others, for example, Veil and Farja, Snake Eyes wasn’t a reluctant person that admired and followed Oogie as her master.

What happened was during the beginning of another year of the Oogie Boogie Bash. The boogie man overheard the villains talking praises about their recruiters and he got to see a few of them. This set an envious course through Oogie, it wasn’t for desperation to fit in or an act out of ego to have someone worship and follow him. No, it’s because his minions are a bunch of kids while they have adult recruiters that are more intelligent than Lock, Shock and Barrel.

So one night, he saw a female visitor walking around the park wearing clothes with his face on it. Finding her perfect. So he acted. Instead of approaching and asking, he straight up kidnapped her. But he takes it farther, he brainwashed her, erasing her old memories of who she used to be and implants artificial ones just so she can loyally serve him to carry out his wishes.

Their relationship is kinda strained with each other. Oogie is like Mammon or Valentino (HH/HB) towards Snake Eyes as she’s like Fizzaroli or Angel Dust. Oogie wants her to be a perfect model of his own shadow with the other recruiters. Constantly rehearsing for hours and ironing out any little flaw. More like nitpicking her flaws to get her to be better.

As for Snake Eyes, not all memories of her past hasn’t been completely forgotten. Whenever she questions herself or Oogie’s motives of who she truly is, he constantly gaslights her of her true identity just to keep her. Like Mother Gothel to Rapunzel.

Because of her memory problems and her crisis of who she truly is, she doesn’t hang out with the other recruiters as she’s trying to figure out who she was before being Snake Eyes. And every night when she sleeps, she tries to remember through sensory memory of what happened that night before her memories became a blur.

[sprout-fics]

Laswell Appreciation Post

Can we talk about how amazing this woman is for a moment?

Laswell is a high level intelligence analyst with over a decade of experience in and off the field. Her acumen for statecraft and spyfare is incredible. This woman graduated Suma Cum Laude from Cornell, has a Master's degree in strategic intelligence analysis and studied Near East linguistics at the American University of Beirut. She speaks fluent Arabic, knows her way around weapons, and once broke a terrorist's neck with her bare hands.

(LOOK AT HER!)

Her bio says that Laswell rewrote the book on unconventional information warfare, climbed the ranks and became her own female mentor. She's survived a terrorist bombing, became a station chief, refused to testify before a senate hearing, was in charge of a SAD blacksite, and has been credited with saving tens of thousands of lives.

-and that's just the stuff from her bio.

Laswell is a support character during the entire series, but without her the entire story would crumble. Laswell is the one to recruit Price to find the missing Russian chemicals in MW2019. She is the one to find Hassan in MW2022. She is the one who went out in the field herself to see the job is done correctly. All of the information that 141, Alex and Farah, and Los Vaqueros act upon comes directly from Laswell. Hell, this woman got captured by Al-Qatala in the process of trying to find the missing missiles. Laswell is the one to find out how Shadow Company and Shepherd lost them in the first place. She's the one who tugs on the Russian thread and reveals the villain of MW2023, Makarov.

Laswell's achievements are often overshadowed by the plot and gameplay, but goddamn is she such a great example of a powerful female character, and an older one at that! (Note, older refers to being older than many female heroines in their 20's, not to be confused with being old.) I can't think of an instance in any of the games where she is sexualized or objectified, and even when she is kidnapped she's shown not as a damsel in distress, but as a woman who can hold her own as soon as the time is right. Plus, what does she do immediately after being rescued? Goes straight back to business and figures out the real root of the campaign.

I admit I'm fairly surprised to see such a well written female character in a series that historically caters to men. The writers for the game did a fantastic job in creating an absolutely amazing character who is skilled, well-rounded, and extremely compelling. Please hear it for the queen herself!

Also gay rights to Laswell and her wife specifically 💅

[kneelingshadowsalome]

A Brute, An Angel... (König x F!OC)

Summary: König gets an order to make a female SpecGru sniper talk, but König doesn't want to hurt women.

Category: Smut 🔞, angst, fluff

Tags & warnings: Explicit mature content +18 audiences only, strangers to lovers (slight enemies to lovers), dubious consent, threats of rape, virgin!König, size kink, size difference, p in v, multiple orgasms, cunnilingus, squirting, hugs and cuddles, super fluffy ending. König will be named in later chapters. 

A/N: KorTac and SpecGru are rivaling military contractors, Conor is König's superior (and a huge villain), and I just wanted to write angsty smut featuring our favourite Austrian boi. 

Part 1/3 of Valkyrie

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A Brute, An Angel...

"You're always yappin' about how ya can make prisoners talk. Now here's ya chance."

König tried his best to stand tall while Conor spat at him with a gruff accent he couldn't quite place. He could tell the man got off on this: getting a chance to order him around and making him uncomfortable. He concentrated on looking down at him — knowing perfectly well that it only pissed Conor off when he did that. As if König could will himself to be shorter.

"But she's a… She's a girl. Sir."

"She is an enemy, and we need that intel."

I highly doubt that, sir.

"What do you want me to do with her?"

"Make the captive talk. Ya don't have to do the usual. If y'know what I mean."

"Are you suggesting that I rape her, Conor?"

The fact that he used the Lieutenant's name to appeal to him on a more personal level should've spoken volumes. But it had little effect on the man everybody in the KorTac was more or less scared of.

"I'm not suggesting anything. I'm giving you an order."

If Calisto or Stiletto were here, Conor would be on the ground by now, begging for mercy. König found himself thinking what stopped him from gutting the man right then and there.

"Does the team leader know about this?"

“Never ya mind about that."

"Permission to speak, sir," Zero pushed in.

"Go on."

"This goes against the protocol-"

"Did ya give two shits about the bloody protocol when we were in Adal?"

The abrupt outburst almost made König flinch. Almost.

Zero didn't turn the slightly disgusted gaze away, but snapped his mouth shut.

"I - I can't do it," König muttered.

"You sayin' you refuse to obey an order?"

König straightened upon hearing the word 'order' but otherwise remained in confused silence.

"I suggest you carry on unless ya wanna get demoted to a fuckin' desk job. It's your call."

And with that, Conor turned and marched off. Zero followed suit, sparing a pitiful glance at König as he went.

He was left alone in the bunker hallway, illuminated by a lamp that produced an unnerving buzz.

Conor was only doing this because he liked to bully him. Somehow, somewhere, Lt had lost his humanity, but it wasn't supposed to be his problem. Not until Conor made it his problem.

Something in him made the Lieutenant tick. König didn't know whether it was because he was a relatively fresh recruit or whether it was the fact that he was a foreigner. Hell, maybe it was the mask, how could he know?

"Fuckin' jerry."

And he wasn't even; he was Austrian, but Conor didn't care, which meant that it was something else about him that got under his skin. The man had vehemently decided to hate him, and he could do nothing about it.

König turned to the door leading to the interrogation room, grabbed the doorknob, inhaled deeply, and went in.

The girl was tied to the ceiling with a grey paracord that bit into her wrists as she hung there, barely able to stand. The bastard had bound her unreasonably tight. An ugly sight, that.

But she wasn't.

The thick braid was messy, her arms were more or less bruised, and her face had dirt on it, but she was, by far, one of the loveliest beings he had ever seen. She looked like heaven and hell, an angel of war who had fought for days against overwhelming forces and only wanted to sleep.

He swallowed, glad of the hood making the blob of his Adam’s apple invisible. She stirred and looked up, eyes dark with the burned out wrath of a cornered wild thing. She looked dog-tired, and scared. Beaten. And no one had even struck her yet. Not that he knew of, at least.

She pulled herself to her feet by the rope, although it was long enough to allow her to stand, and raised her chin.

"So you're the one they sent to break me."

-----

It was him.

The man that had gotten her in this situation in the first place.

She had been stupid enough to freeze for a few moments, the crucial little moments that meant the difference between life and death, escape and capture. And for what? To watch how this beast raged on the battlefield like it was his playground, to watch how he plowed through her mates while bullets showered around him. Seemed to evade him even though he was the largest possible target in the whole damn skirmish.

It didn't really help that his gear was gone. He was still one of the biggest men she had ever seen. If not the biggest.

The black hood was still in place, though, making him look like an inquisitor. Or an executioner.

She suspected he was here to make her talk. He could probably make anyone talk... But there was a particular threat present here. She was a woman in a helpless state, and she had a hunch that this mountain of a man wouldn't shy away from any methods that would humiliate and destroy her. He probably enjoyed it: getting a little treat after a nice day in the field.

The man strode to her, and it seemed that the only thing that moved as he walked was his hips. But the sound of his weight, the sheer mass that met the floor through combat boots, made her draw back in a futile attempt to disappear somewhere between her raised arms.

He stopped a generous few feet away, crossed his arms over his chest, then unraveled them again to his sides. He was all corded muscle beneath that black shirt, the fabric barely concealing the curves of a well-built chest. The poor textile stretched from the swell of his shoulders.

She didn't say anything. She expected a punch in the face, a knee to the stomach. Something to get things started.

He walked behind her, much more slowly, the thumps against the cold, hard cement causing the hair on her neck to stand on end. He stepped close, so close that she could feel his body heat against her back.

"Listen to me." She flinched at his voice, far more high-pitched than she would've suspected from such a beast of a man.

"I'm going to help you. But you have to assist me here."

The 'here' sounded more like german for 'hier'. Through her terror sweat and confusion, she found herself wondering how odd it was that the KorTac had some German guy working for them.

"We have to…" he cleared his throat from the falsetto his voice was climbing to.

And she only now realized that he was nervous.

The soldier was fucking nervous.

"We have to have intercourse," he continued, his accent bleeding thick through her senses like some goddamn ASMR she used to calm herself with. A guilty pleasure she succumbed to when she tried to reach sleep after a mission.

Only after she got past the fact that the enemy soldier's voice made her feel tingly, she understood what he had said exactly. What he was proposing.

She knew that nerves and adrenaline were a fucked up thing. You could get turned on during the most absurd situations when the survival instinct kicked in. Those situations could include getting a target on sight and pulling the trigger, or getting hit and receiving care under fire.

Turned out that it could include the prospect of getting tortured by a 6 feet something enemy merc who whispered in her ear with a thick German accent, gently like a lover.

Perhaps this whole set-up was just another kind of torture. A good cop, bad cop routine, in which he was both of the cops. He tried to tear her walls down and make her trust him, and when she refused to tell him anything, he would get to work. Tear her nails off, dislocate joints, rape her bloody.

"I'm not going to speak."

She announced it with a far less stern voice than she would’ve preferred, and heard him swallow. Either he was damn good at acting, or he was the most socially anxious soldier she had ever seen.

He rounded her and stopped only an inch or two from her face. Which only reached the man’s chest, broad and lean, covered in that black shirt and smelling of battlefield along with his sweat - the combination hitting her nostrils as an undiluted, masculine scent. He reached a gloved hand to prop her chin up, to force her to look at him.

It was her turn to swallow, and the angle he forced her neck caused the sound of her gulp to echo in the bunker. The tactical glove had cut-proof padding on the knuckles, and it scratched the delicate facial skin, even though his touch was more of a coax than a yank. But that wasn’t what caught her attention so vividly that it nearly made her knees buckle.

It was his ice-blue stare. The eyes stood out from the holes of his mask, from among the heavily applied black facial paint like two beacons. And they were gentle. Bordering on puppy eyes. The thought alone nearly made her laugh hysterically.

Even with her faltering knowledge of human character, she could’ve bet all in that this man would not hurt her. That he was far from a torturer.

And the knowledge made her even more confused. If he wasn’t the torturer, then who was he? What the hell did he want?

“You have to co-operate.” His voice was strained with something akin to despair.

“I can only help you escape if you co-operate,” he whispered, his voice so low it went straight between her legs.

Jesus, this was not okay.

He released her chin, but she didn’t turn her gaze away. Her eyes roamed his face, or rather, the black hood that covered it. She wondered why he wore it when other soldiers didn’t bother to hide their identities. The only other man she had seen wearing a mask was Lt, with the top of a human skull attached to his balaclava. And even he wasn’t this big. Albeit menacing and shrouded in mystery that came from all things danger, death, and pain, the man before her now intrigued her far more than even Ghost did.

Why did he hide his face? Why was he so… jittery?

And why did he try to escape her gaze?

He looked like the whole situation was too much for him. To say that the man was distraught when she merely looked him straight in the eyes when he told her that they needed to fuck, would be an understatement.

If she were to choose a man to torture someone with his dick, this would be her last choice.

“What’s the escape plan, then?” She asked, still not believing for a second that he would help her, even if he didn’t strike her as intimidating anymore.

"I, uh…"

"You don't have a plan?"

"Well, not yet."

"Why am I not surprised," she murmured into the stale, dusty air of the chamber. "Why would you even want to help me?"

"I don't hurt women," he said and took a step back as if to confirm that statement.

This was so fucking ridiculous. He was a mercenary in a filthy bunker with a bound prisoner, assuring that he was a gentleman. Was she on candid camera or something?

She had never been in a situation like this. She had never imagined being in a situation even remotely close to this. She would have laughed over the absurdity of the whole thing but couldn't, because her lower lip started to tremble.

He noticed it and instantly shifted weight from one leg to the other. He tried to direct his anxiety into the leisurely movement, and it caused his hips to sway from one side to the other, making her think of all kinds of stupid associations, such as lapdance and snake hips.

With those rather tight khaki pants, it was impossible to prevent her eyes from darting to the bulging thighs and the evident package he was delivering between them.

Jesus fucking Christ, pull your shit together…

"I'm going to get you out of here," he promised.

"That's cute of you," she tiredly threw in, getting far too much satisfaction out of the reaction her words managed to pull out of him. He blinked a few times, and the colossal chest heaved as if the man was trying to catch his breath. "Funny that you need to fuck me to be able to do so."

Another switch from side to side, a sway of those goddamn khaki-covered hips.

"I'm almost positive that the only surveillance they have on this room is that camera over there. The screen is in another room," he told her, sounding stupidly proud of his debatable skills in spying. She pursed her lips and raised an eyebrow. "But the guys there are usually watching tv," he hurried to add.

"I doubt they will today if your orders are to rape me." Again, he looked abashed, eyes darting to the floor and back to her. Was this guy thick in the head or something? "Probably got their beers popped and their pants down by now…" she said, and the man let out something close to a squeal.

"That is exactly why we have to… provide them with something until I come up with a plan."

She looked at him and almost smiled. Like one would smile at a daft dog that was far too eager to please.

"You just said you don't hurt women," she said.

"That is why I very much wish you would co-operate," he answered.

"You are the weirdest torturer ever."

"I - I am not a torturer. I'm just a soldier," he tried to assure her with that climbing voice. He was shitty at concealing his uneasiness. The man was completely flustered.

"Then why did they assign you with this… task," she demanded to know. It was yet again laughable: as if he was the one being grilled here. He wouldn't answer, and she cocked her head to the side.

"Ever interrogated with your dick before?" She blurted.

His hands were trembling. Slightly, but they were.

"Negative," he said, voice tight.

Was this guy….

Was he a virgin?

The twisted concept of some romantic chivalry, the nervousness, the respectful distance he kept, and the fact that his hands started shaking when she said a dirty word, all pointed to the possibility that he very much might be.

She thought he was picked because he was big, because his obvious blessings in the crotch department also held a promise of pain. But this guy certainly didn't know what the heck he was doing. And not only because he wasn't a torturer or because he didn't want to hurt a lady. She could almost swear, hand on Bible, that this man had never been with a woman. Not much further than the first base, anyway.

"Well, get on with it then."

She told herself it was only because it was useless to postpone the suffering that would eventually come anyway.

She told herself it was not because she was trying to break a Guinness world record of developing Stockholm Syndrome to this guy and his adorableness. She told herself it was definitely not because she kinda sorta wanted to see how he would act when he had to actually pull that cock out and touch her with it.

He stared at her, eyes wide beneath that oversized hood, and she could swear it was his heart, not hers, that made that thumping sound.

"I am going to touch you," he informed her. Like the dumbest moron.

If she ever got out of here, and if she ever, ever told this story to someone, they wouldn't be able to believe it.

He took his gloves off - why would he even bother to do that? - and let them drop to the ground.

His fingers were long, the fingernails meticulously cut. There were a few scrapes and scratches here and there on his palm, indicating his lack of coordination. Clumsy boy.

When he reached for her, she assumed he would go for her tits, or her waist, or grope her ass. But he didn't. Fingers cupped her face, trembling still, before they slid over her neck and grabbed her throat, not to choke, but to revel. Like she was a sculpture or something, and he wanted to know how the material felt. How soft she was.

She looked into his eyes, because eyes told everything; they would betray a flash of sadism or whatever else she still expected from this strange man. They roamed all over her, darted across her face, every now and then to her eyes, but mostly avoided her stare like the plague. He wouldn’t hold a gaze for much longer than a glimpse of a second. And there was still no sign of lust for inflicting pain. Only perplexed wonderment.

Her hands and arms were numb because of the position she was in, hands tied above her head, blood flow inhibited. But she paid it no mind as his hand traveled down her neck, caressed her collarbones, and then stopped right before he reached the gap between her breasts, free game in the white tank top she had been left with, along with her cargo pants and boots.

“Can I… May I kiss you?” He asked, his voice muffled and so thick that it was difficult to untangle what he had said.

It was such an odd request that her words left her, and she could only produce a whimpering sound at the back of her throat. He took it as a yes, and raised his hood, only enough to reveal a pair of thin lips among a light brown stubble. His mouth opened slightly, then closed, then opened again, as if he didn’t know how to proceed.

He bent down like the giant he was, not hinging at the hips but hunching over towards her, probably trying to appear smaller but ending up looking like there was a tower falling on her. The smell of gasoline and sweat hit her as his lips met hers, parted, and a shy flick of tongue swept across her bottom lip. She tried to remember how to breathe and ignore the rush of wetness that told her she would have no problem whatsoever with him parting her nether lips too. He captured her lip, sucked, then opened his mouth wider and hers with it.

She answered his kiss - just a little bit, and he instantly deepened it and moaned into her mouth. She fluttered her eyes open and saw that his were squeezed shut. He pressed a hand against her back and pulled her against his overwhelming body. All she could feel was muscle… and then some more. He was hard, the thick erection colliding with her stomach all but seductively. She went completely stiff, eyes wide and lips tight.

The man went even more rigid, if possible. He released her mouth with a grunt and buried his head in her neck.

"I can't -... I can't do this, I'm gonna go and tell him they need to find somebody else," he said in a strained voice, riddled with pain.

No. No.

The fuck he would.

If he would be replaced by somebody else, some crazy, blood-drunk soldier with cold eyes and a knife, some jerk-off who hadn't had a go with a woman since their last leave, she would fucking die.

"Please don't," she hushed and swallowed against him, the place where his hood and the collar of his shirt revealed skin.

"I want it to be you," she continued to whisper in his ear, meaning to say If it has to be somebody, let it be you, but choosing to deliver a sentence as persuasive as possible. As inviting as possible.

So that he wouldn't leave her in the hands of someone with no mercy.

"Scheiße…" The hot air brushed against her skin, even through that hood.

"If only I could touch you too," she said, regretting it immediately. She was acting a little too enthusiastic in the midst of her panic. Trying desperately to prevent him from leaving.

But the hand on her back moved down a bit, and long fingers splayed over the small of her back, pressing gently.

"Don't tease me," he huffed, panting although they were both quite still.

Jesus Christ… at this rate, the KorTac could hire her to do the interrogations.

She wondered whether the surveillance team was looking at the scene, which was far too intimate and loving to be an interrogation. What kind of a man would try to pry information out of someone by embracing them gently? Kissing them hesitantly?

In a way, this was torture: she didn't know what would happen to her after… whatever this was. She didn't know what procedures would follow when the others found out he had no intel for them to tell.

Let's get this fucking over with.

"What's your name?" She asked, hoping that the puppy boy wasn't naive enough to tell her his actual name.

"They call me König."

King in german...

"König…-"

She meant to ask him to touch her so that this horrible, awkward mess would come to at least some sort of an end, but couldn't find the words. His name on her tongue seemed to do the trick, though. He ground his hips against her, and had she not been tied to the ceiling, the movement would have toppled her. The hand on her back went behind her knee and raised it to his hip. Then another hand slid down to do the same to her other knee, pulling her from the ground like she weighed nothing at all.

The strain on her arms was released, and the relief was heavenly. For that alone, she could've let him do whatever he wanted to her.

"You're so klein… small," he commented with her raised to straddle his lap and her face finally on the same level as his. "Small people make good snipers," he declared with a hint of longing in his voice.

She had a terrible urge to sling the bundle of hands over his head. And not for self-defense reasons.

"I'm not that small, you're just big," she said, like a beauty to the beast, like it was a cute scene in a movie where everybody was nice to each other. Her gut feeling of the man being a virgin only increased by the minute. He was so… blameless. It was downright unintelligible that he was a soldier.

But she had seen how brutal he was on the field, how he had struck holes in her teammate with a combat knife like he was playing tag and didn't quite know the rules. Didn't know that one stab in a well-picked spot would have sufficed.

She had seen him haul a grown man with 100 extra pounds of tactical gear on him up like the poor man was a barbell, and bring them down over his knee. The sound of a breaking spine would probably haunt her dreams for the rest of her life. She had simply gawked at the display of utter, brutal violence before her. Normal men, even soldiers of a special forces tactical unit, simply didn't do stuff like that. Hands-on, down in the mud, barbarian kind of stuff from medieval times.

And now the same man was fondling her like she was his sweetheart. Like he was about to carry her in the bedroom full of roses and other syrupy valentines shit.

"And what do they call you?"

The accent was really doing things to her, along with the few german words tossed here and there, absentmindedly like candy. He was an enigma with his colossal body, croaking voice, and gentleness that surpassed even the violence.

"Valkyrie."

"You've got to be kidding me," he said, astonished.

"My team found out I used to do fencing, and I'm blonde, so…"

It was silly and the swords weren't even that big. One could hardly call them swords at all, the pointy little things they were.

But the situation indeed had taken a turn into a sick fairytale. Like, come on. Valkyrie and König? Some stupid hippie would've loved that: how it was meant to be, destined, even, that the two of them had met. That she was a damsel in distress, and he was here to save her from the ring of fire.

She stifled the urge to shake her head, to snap out of where this was spiraling into.

Affection.

They barely even knew each other's codenames. She was in a modern version of a dungeon, lit by a single light bulb, about to get raped by some edgy, mentally unstable goliath, she reminded herself. While perhaps psychologically interesting, he was not okay. This was not okay. She had been trained for situations like this.

Except that she wasn't. She was trained to withstand torture, battering, spending days in a cell where the lights never went out. She knew methods to draw the mind away from constant pain. But she hadn't received instructions on what to do in a situation where she wasn't even being questioned. Not even on the sly. Her call sign wasn't much of a secret. They probably knew who she was before they brought her to this room.

"There are many stories of valkyries in my Heimat," he prattled on enthusiastically.

"Yeah, I know the Nibelung saga," she said.

"Very heroic, very German tale."

"You ought to know."

"No no, I'm not German, I'm Austrian," he said.

This was turning into an odd conversation.

"König." She said in an attempt to bring his attention to the present moment. He fluttered his eyes, long lashes batting over that innocent-looking stare.

"Don't. Just… don't," she tried not to stutter.

He had lied to her about not being a torturer. Chatting with her like they were on their first date, discovering that they were actually intrigued about one another... It was insufferable. Although she was the one who had started it by asking his name…

"Right. Getting on with it," he said like he had been given an order. Her heart stung. Tears were welling up from the absurdity of this whole situation, from his silliness, from her having felt rather comfortable and safe in his hold. Fucking safe.

She should quit the army when she got out of here. If she got out of here. She wasn't right in the head to continue with this job.

"I've been an idiot," he told her.

You're damn right.

An idiot she could imagine herself falling in love with in another situation, but an idiot nonetheless.

"You should put on more of a fight, and…" he trailed off.

And you should be rough, you dumdum, she thought. Again, in another situation, she would've probably loved him to be rough.

"Roger," she said to him and heard him chuckle, saw how a few wrinkles appeared in the corners of his eyes. He lowered her down to the ground, and she hissed when her arms extended against the rope again. He let her go, gently, like it was his fault that she was attached to the roof.

"I would help you, but -"

"It's ok." She gave him a weighted look that told him to stop speaking. To get on with the action so that she wouldn't get attached even more than she already was.

He grabbed her by the throat again, doing a shitty job at trying to make it look like he was manhandling her. His eyes landed on her chest, and she could almost hear the wheels turning in his head, thinking about whether he should tear her top. Apparently deciding against it, he went for his trousers instead, pulling the belt buckle open with a click.

It had been a while, what with all the stress and the sleep deprivation not being an ideal combo to get her juices flowing. But nothing could prepare her for the surge of wet heat when the front of those light brown pants practically gave way for what must’ve been the largest bulge she had ever seen. It was almost vulgar, even more so when the fabric of his boxer shorts stretched at the sudden throb.

She realized her mouth was hanging slightly open, and she closed it carefully, but her lips parted again when he continued to shove both of those pants down. He didn’t even bother to take them off, and they were left somewhere mid-thigh, with belt buckle dangling in the air.

And God, he was huge.

It wouldn’t even stand up properly, even though there was no doubt that he had a full-on erection. It jerked between them like a threat, or a dare, but mostly it was just a long, thick, veined baulk that couldn’t support itself because it was just so goddamn big. He was uncut, but the foreskin had drawn back from the arousal, and the tip of his slit glistened with precum.

And he was flustered again, misinterpreting her stare as a sign of fear instead of awe.

"I promise I'll be quick," he whispered, and the first thing that her mind chirped back was Please don't. And not because it would probably be painful. But because she desperately wanted him to slide that monster in inch by inch and take his beautiful time with it.

"Uh-huh," she managed to say before the man codenamed King stretched his fingers toward her pants.

With trembling digits, he opened them and started tearing them down before realizing she could not spread her legs without him taking the pants off. And then he realized he couldn't take them off without taking her boots off.

So what happened was that her panties and pants were halfway down, and the Austrian hulk kneeled in front of her with his hooded face in level with her pussy. He turned his head to the side and leaned a bit on her thigh to unlace her boots, but she was pretty sure he did it mainly because he was embarrassed to look straight at her cunt.

She helped him as much as she could, raising her feet one by one for him to take the combat boots off. He tossed them somewhere to the side and tore her pants down, all the way down, and over her feet, leaving her in her tank top and socks.

He rose, his cock brushed her thigh, and she jerked like she had been scraped by some sharp object. It bounced at the contact, bumping against her again, sweeping a wet streak over her skin.

"Sorry," he mumbled like it was somehow worse than what he was about to do next. When he would shove… that thing inside her.

He picked her up again, almost in a hurry. Her heart was ramming against her ribcage and her mouth was dry as her feet left the ground. He was hard against her belly, flesh hot and throbbing and slick with precum that pushed out from the tip and left wet stains on her top.

This time she did raise her hands over his head and let the arms come down to rest on his shoulders. Her intuition told her she would soon need the support.

He moved her around like she was a doll, letting the erection drop between them to position himself against her slit. Her folds parted without effort as he slid against them, once, twice, before halting.

Don't comment about it, don't…

"You're wet," he grunted with delighted surprise.

"Yeah?" She said like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Just fucking do it, she yelled in her mind, lips drawn into a straight line so that even a dumbass like he could see that this was not the moment for hesitation.

And he didn't hesitate.

He searched, adjusted himself, adjusted her, spread his stance, grunted…

And it was pretty clear by now that he didn't know what he was doing. Her nipples brushed against his chest as he searched for the right spot with her in his arms, and she hoped he would've taken his shirt off so she could feel skin instead of cotton.

"There," she helped him with a whisper as he hit the right spot. He returned, probed, and she guided him. "Now up…", and he bent his knees while raising her slightly. The angle was right, and he finally drove in, slowly but surely.

The stretch was phenomenal. It hurt more than a bit after he had passed the entrance, and the delicious feeling turned into a burning sensation.

"Wait.." she begged, and he stopped immediately, panting like a runner.

"Back up a bit."

He did, pulling out almost completely before she bucked her hips to let him know he could push back in. And when he did, she gasped, and he moaned, so tight and so glorious that the sound that erupted from him was laced with pure need.

"Ach, you're tight.. soft…"

She clenched around him at his shameless commentary, and he let out another broken sigh.

Of course it's tight when you're so big..

He wouldn't go fully in, and she doubted whether he ever even could. She had never been this filled. But more was coming.

He withdrew again before thrusting back inside, deeper still.

"Oh Jesus," she gasped, "yes, just like that.." the words escaped her lips and she noticed his eyes were directed at her, drunk and half-lidded.

"Yeah…" he echoed, his voice shivering like a leaf. "Das gut?"

If her hands were free, she would've torn that hood away, buried her fingers in his hair, and pulled until he would expose his fucking throat for her to kiss and lick.

He began thrusting with a steady pace, shallow but intense, going deeper every now and then when he slipped. His hands shifted, one by one, to grab her by her butt to glide her up and down his length. It was fucking hot that he didn't need his hips to fuck her, that he could just move her around with his hands and slam her against it if he wanted to. Her ankles hooked around his waist on reflex, and her fingers flexed in the ties, trying to grasp onto something but finding only air.

"You feel so good," the short, agonized 'good' coming out more like 'gut'; and her pussy tightened, pulled, and sucked him like he was the best thing ever.

"Sch…shit," he breathed laboriously, taking a moment and thrusting even deeper, eyes closing like he was on the brink of losing consciousness..

He hit a spot that was both familiar and unfamiliar, and she was pretty sure that if someone was looking at the surveillance material, they couldn't tell whether the look on her face was of pain or pleasure. She couldn't keep herself in check, couldn't seize control anymore. She was so soaked at this point that the evidence of her arousal was heavy and loud. So audible that it made her cheeks hot.

"I wonder what you taste like," he mused, his hood shaking in sync with his thrusts. "Honey and raindrops, eh?"

"Mh," she sobbed, her thighs quivering. She wanted to spread them more, to let him see her and have a taste, to present herself for him to do as he pleased. But she couldn't move much in his grasp. It was like she had been propped up on a machine, buckled to a seat reserved just for her.

He took a wider stance as if hearing her thoughts on wanting even more of what he had to offer, and she held on to him as he shifted like the continental plates beneath her. He proceeded to fuck her while leaning his head against the side of hers, and she held on to him as he breathed into her neck. The occasional moan sounded more like a sob as his cock slid in and out, in and out, slick with her wetness.

"You're what they sing about in Rheingold," he kept talking that romantic bullshit in her ear while stuffing her with that long Austrian cock that would make most women squirt if he kept at it long enough. "Und Walküre…"

It was so good she wanted to cry. She thought about letting a tear or two slip and saying it was just for the show if he asked. Virgin or not, König was doing a pretty decent job in making her a writhing, weak mess. He was not too quick, not too slow, but set just the right, rigorous pace that would send her into oblivion. He became the fountain stone, the buoy in the storm. He was the man that would send her over the brink and the man to hold her unwaveringly as she fell.

"Not much longer," he informed her light-heartedly, like he was in the middle of a mission about to be completed. Completed to the fucking full.

She couldn't even begin to tell him that she was already there, because everything suddenly coiled and burst, and she was arching her back, making him reach even deeper, almost fully inside her, the heavy balls slapping against her ass as her toes curled and her body went completely rigid…

The sound that broke out was not a yell, nor a scream, it was a violation of her vocal cords. She had never sounded like this — like someone falling and meeting the ground with a strained, lewd groan. Like someone who had the orgasm of their life.

He startled, almost quailed from her. Not because of the screaming, nor the sounds she made after… but because she came, hard, while he was banging her like a battering ram.

"Genau so…" König rasped, taken aback but trying his all to cover it. He slowed down on instinct, letting her greedy pussy suck on him like it was giving him a blowjob, telling him he was a good, good boy… because her words had left her.

He moved a little, and she could see the flash of those eyes from within the darkness of the hood, knew that he was watching her intently as she swam in ecstasy with an open mouth and pinched nose and eyes that wouldn't focus.

"Schön," he continued, sounding fragile. Weak. Vulnerable…

She couldn't for the life of her look at him, look in those eyes that must've told her things she wasn't strong enough to deal with at the very moment.

Her head dropped and her thighs went slack, but König held her, steadfast like the most gallant knight. He resumed his earlier pace with caution and care, breathing distinctly with his mouth open under that black mask. She was limp in his arms, trying to hold on as best she could while listening how the cock drove into her again with moist, sloppy sounds.

The moans that followed didn’t suit a man of his build at all. She had expected brute strength and hoarse grunts, not pinched, needy sobs and a head softly pressed against her. Forehead against fucking forehead. And he probably didn't even know what it was doing to her because he was such a stupid, adorable little — ugh, big dumbass.

She wanted to grasp his shoulders, slide her hands under his mask and raise it, kiss those moans straight from his lips, and run her fingers all over his stubble, the chiseled jawline she had seen only once. She wanted to feel him, all of him, not just his hands and his cock, even though they were good. Or fucking best. It almost made her cry; the post-orgasm need to cuddle for a bit but not being able to do so because her hands were bound to the fucking ceiling of a fucking dull grey bunker.

"Can I… cum..?"

Was he asking her permission to…

"Can I cum inside… Please, I'm close," he panted.

"Yeah… Yes.."

He slowed down the pace as he drew out his own upcoming release, relishing the last thrusts like he was sampling the finest cuisine. She finally dared to look at him and saw that his eyes were open and full of naked, helpless adoration. Devotion, even.

She must have been imagining: they were only the eyes of a man who was about to nut good. But damn if that fevered, helpless stare didn’t succeed in touching her very soul. To her horror, he wasn't shy this time, but held her gaze, held it, held it — until his lashes fluttered and he went over the brink with a cry.

It echoed from the damp concrete walls, just a single, prolonged wail that eventually broke and ended in miserable panting.

She could feel his cock throbbing, shooting the load inside, emptying the whole magazine in her. How the seed welled up, unable to go anywhere before he would decide to pull out.

König laid his head on her shoulder and pulled her against him, and she was not suspended only in rope but in time and space as well. His shoulders moved up and down with the heavy breaths, and she pulled her tied hands to awkwardly brush his neck as he came down from heaven.

He was shaking. Shaking, and let out a whimper against her skin, and for a fleeting moment, she was sure he was crying or on the verge of doing so.

"König?"

He shuddered a sigh, taking a moment to himself.

She felt hollow. Not raped, not assaulted, not abused. Just hollow, knowing what had happened between them would not be a recurring thing. That there was no 'them', not really. Not in the real, actual world.

"You can let go of me now," she whispered, although that was the last thing she wanted him to do.

But he did as she proposed, lowering her down and sliding out of her only after her feet had met solid ground. He pulled out carefully, gently, like he was leaving his beloved. Warm fluid descended down her left thigh in a streak, indicating that it had been a while for him.

Her head was full of dumb thoughts, such as whether he had a girl waiting for him somewhere back home. In Germany perhaps — no, in Austria. And if he had, just how lucky that person was.

She wondered if he had found someone here, and if they were in the military or not.

She wondered if there was no one, if he was alone, and if he curled up in a fetal position every night before he fell asleep in some bed that was too small for him.

And whether he would get into trouble for violating orders.

"You were," he started, eyes directed to the ground, "magnificent."

Was I your first, King?

"You weren't that bad yourself," she complimented him back, and he huffed.

"You liked it?" He asked in a way that made her heart squeeze tightly in her chest.

"Wasn't it obvious?" She couldn't help but smile. Couldn't… Wouldn't.

"Ja," he chuckled while looking down at his boots with an interest that was totally born from shyness. "I'm glad I could please you," he said before tucking himself demurely back into his trousers.

She wondered if he was as aware as she was of the fact that neither of them had played out the part they were supposed to. It had all gone out the window the moment he had touched her again. Practically thrown out, as if they were defying death itself together.

He gathered her boots and helped her step first inside her panties and then the cargo pants. He had to go around her back and reach from behind to zip her up and put her belt on, and it was such a mundane, cute act that she thought that this was indeed the cruelest form of torture she had ever witnessed. He hovered over her after he was done, and stole a brief caress of her waist before crouching to lace up her boots.

He rose, and came back in front of her, and the silence between them stretched to a short eternity. There were so many things she wanted to say, things he probably wanted to say, thoughts buzzing in both of their heads like bees as his seed cooled down on her thigh and made her pants stick to her skin here and there.

She thought about thanking him for being gentle, but what was she really thanking him for? Raping her tenderly? With the attentiveness and passion of a lover?

Was it rape if she had enjoyed it? If she had had one of the most powerful orgasms of her life?

He was… she had no words for him. The way he had unraveled her in mere minutes was shocking. Devastating, to say the least.

"I will find a way," he promised for the thousandth time. "I will not let them hurt you."

She nodded slowly, continued to do so while looking at him, her eyes welling with tears.

“Hey, kleine Süße, don't worry.” He brushed her cheek with his knuckles, soft and sweet. "I will be your Siegfried."

She didn't have the heart to remind him that both Siegfried and the valkyrie died in that story.

Part 2:

[darkdemeter]

HABITS OF MOTHER NATURE’S WILL

The DARK DEMETER WRITING CATALOGUE, WANDA MAXIMOFF COLUMN #1 —

—- not my gifs, credit to original posters! -—

Wanda Maximoff x Werewolf! GN/Female/Male Reader, (Platonic) Avengers x Werewolf! GN/Female/Male Reader

A/N — Finished it nice and quickly, I was a bit unsure about this piece and was probably gonna scrap it before I posted the teaser. I was surprised to see how many people liked the teaser alone, and the taglist life chose me! Didn’t think that would happen so soon sooo that’s pretty cool, so if you wanna join that then let me know! I’m looking at potentially doing some more werewolf reader soon, with a piece (or multiple pieces, idk yet) called ‘The Convict Wolf’. Again I’m not the best at fluff so there is quite a bit of angst in there too as well as some humour. I think this turned more into a slight! Wanda x reader than an actual Wanda x reader. So… sorry bout that. Usage of Y/N as well.

WORD COUNT — 3.4k

— NEXT COLUMN

READER DISCRETION — angst (reader has insecurities/self esteem issues) — Tony being a bit of a dick — some minor language — some weird fluffy humour? — mentions of a “passed relative” in said humour — minor name calling and usage (“mutt and stray/pup”) — and I think that’s it?

Mother Nature decrees that her law is absolute. Her will is to be respected, and all are intended to follow in her great design.

You do not change it. You embrace it.

And this applies to you as well, thanks to your common ancestor, that you shared the habit that left you tracking the red ball Tony kept bouncing against the polished floors like it’s the only thing in existence that mattered to you. And maybe because it did.

How could this happen? No high risk missions or deadly villains to stop from achieving world domination. No, today was one of those special days where you and your fellow Avengers could relax. And with the full moon so close, what better combination?

What you wouldn’t give to suddenly be on a quinjet flying into enemy territory. Nothing like a good fight to get the blood pumping.

For everyone’s sake, you tried to keep to yourself for the past week but you’d exhausted your options. Walks in the park weren’t cutting it - not to mention the other dogs started it first - and you’d already destroyed five punching bags in the gym just prior. The treadmill be damned, you weren’t burning any energy on that.

Your last resort was to sit in the common area with your favoured beverage, a cool rag and some TV to calm the intense wave of anxiety. However, by her divine intervention, your beloved crew had come to flock in.

Mother Nature knew you were a pack animal at heart, as both human and wolf. It was how she made you.

The ensuing anxiety of being in a crowded space enough to put you near over the edge. It’s not like your heart rate only picked up a few hundred beats more when Wanda walked in.

When a few of the new arrivals waved and greeted you, you shared a hesitant yet trying smile and equally reluctant nod in return.

The battlefield was the only place you felt comfortable around your new comrades. But without missions or villains you were still getting accustomed to life at the compound; adjusting to life around people.

You were still considered fresh. A new recruit to the team. As Tony liked to call you… a pup.

Fuck, how you’d bite back your snarls from that term.

Fury assigned you to the Avengers some months ago. And though you had no intention of staying long, the missions kept coming in and a lot more required your specific skill set.

You remember as though it was yesterday that Tony said, “Alright Fury, we’ll adopt the stray pup. Just don’t go ripping up the furniture now.”

Suffice to say, you broke your own record at doing just that in under 3 hours.

“I think they’ll settle in just fine,” Fury had chuckled with a clap to the billionaire’s shoulder.

You shake your head at the memory. Still, if felt wrong to feel certain things for one of your teammates already. It wasn’t like you felt you really had a chance with her anyway.

The thought made your eyes falter from the now still ball for a moment, clutched in Tony’s hand as if it were your heart.

‘Who am I kidding?’ You chuffed silently to yourself, ‘She wouldn’t take a chance on me, I’m a damn mutt!’

Your self esteem issues had to wait though.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

‘Ball.’

‘Ball.’

‘Ball.’

Your entire head at this point tracked the ball’s movement, but your mind was still distracted by Wanda. The idea of her wanting to play ball with you, to spend those moments of intimacy with you. Tony’s words zeroed in from a muffled backdrop to the forefront of your mind.

“And that is why red indeed travels at a superior speed to any other. Ergo, why my suit is red, brilliant, eye catching and can beat anyone.”

You could hear the collective groans and disguised snarks beneath coughs without the noise being present. It was in everyone’s eyes and their scents.

Your eyes froze on Wanda, her striking eyes bore into yours with no hesitation. No fear.

‘How long has she been doing that?’

She offered one of her smiles that made your heart swell and stop at the same time, that made your searing skin cool and rise with goosebumps.

‘She’s so beautiful when she smiles like that.’

If she had one of those smiles then… you knew that grin that spread across her lips and showed a thin line of her teeth.

Your eyes gave away the betraying thought that you knew. Her smile turned grin riddled with mischief spoke volumes.

‘She read my damn mind!’

“I don’t think that is actually possible, Tony,” Sharon said with a click of her tongue and a disbelieving squint to her eyes.

“Oh no, it is,” Tony replied with a nod, “I’ll show you how the colour of this ball determines the speed in which it returns to my hand.”

He held up the ball in his hand, a proud display of its immaculate accomplishment, just a throw away.

Shit.

You bite down on your lip hard to suppress the whine coiled deep in your throat. A deep heat settled all along your neck and your ears.

Wanda still stared at you even in your peripheral.

Tony flicked his hand forward and the ball flew forward, bouncing once against the floor and bound into the wall with a determined thump before Tony caught it again, mouth agape to huff in his triumphant display in tandem with a curt yelp.

A good throw. Bad timing.

Everyone’s eyes had diverted to you. Their attention captured by the sound you made. Even Bucky, the stoic and reserved man who hardly acknowledged anyone with anything other than a grunt, appeared surprised if not the slightest bit intrigued by this new discovery.

You didn’t dare risk a second glimpse at Wanda, the flush in your neck seeped higher up into your face. Not that the shock and interest on everyone else’s faces were easier to process.

But you couldn’t face Wanda’s eyes now.

She had read the racing thoughts you couldn’t keep in line. Who knows how much she read about how alluring you think her scent is, how you whine and whimper whenever you hear her softly cry when in the privacy of her room because you wish to be there with her, her hand running through your fur to comfort herself; to let her know you’re there for her. How much it hurts you that she would never see you as nothing more than the mutt of the team. A beast that maims and runs rampart whenever you lose yourself to anger.

A lovesick pup.

You feared that the hot sting of tears was sure to follow any moment now.

Your fingers tightened against your legs, nails not longer the tamed length you maintained them as. In their stead were claws.

“Something wrong, pup?” Tony teased and you didn’t refrain from the rasped snarl that rose in your chest. Your teeth - and fangs - bared.

Fuck. Why did Mother Nature have to make you the way you are?

“Tony,” Sam warned, eyes cast between the two of you.

“What?” Tony only shrugged as if he wasn’t intentionally pissing you off and embarrassing you at the same time. “I just wanna make sure our new recruit here is alright, I mean, they have been temperamental over the past week. Chewing on expensive furniture and specially crafted improvements to my suit—“

The ball flew from Tony’s hand just as he was about to make a show of the ball again, the unmistakable red, misty tendrils swiftly brought it to Wanda’s hand.

Everyone was silent as they glanced between the red ball in Wanda’s hand and you. Their combining scents overwhelmed you to a new height. The fear that pinned you in place made the skin along your arms radiate with heat, either from the desire to run with your tail between your legs or to get defensive; to ‘wolf out’ as the others had called it. It didn’t help when Thor made an attempt to say something but otherwise thought better not to say what was on his mind.

Wanda eyed the object that held your attention. And you in turn couldn’t help but study her. Something in the way her eyes twinkled with curiosity, her lips pulled to one side as if to contemplate heavily on the fact that this ball held you in a vice grip.

Your short temper as of late, how you’d skulk around, much to the dismay of everyone fearing you had turned into another Bucky. The guy wasn’t that bad, you’d give him credit for that, the guy had a lot on his plate.

But what Wanda was perhaps most interested by that whenever she was present in the same room as you, all that would vanish. At least for the most part.

But to her, you would ask her how she was doing or even compliment her. Little did she possibly know that it was because you had felt a little courageous to take that small leap of faith to tell her she looked good.

But she might as well have that knowledge now.

You weren’t sure if it bothered you or not that she read your mind. Invaded your thoughts. In some weird way, you wanted her to. But you also feared her rejection.

But in the end, it all made sense. No one else pieced it together but her. And this time, she didn’t have to read your mind to do it.

She could read you. She knew you.

“It’s the full moon tomorrow night. They’re anxious.”

You were often lucky to avoid this topic with the others. They’d just chalked it up to catching you at the wrong time, that the mission was a hard one that day and you had some pent up anger to burn. The other half, you’d be out of the compound. Taking a much needed break at your apartment, visiting your sick grandma who they suspiciously noted you saying had passed away years ago three times now. But who was counting.

Never did they realise it all happened around the same time every month.

But Wanda did. She noticed it.

You brave to stare into those eyes you were content to drown in but find something else. It’s mysterious. Not what you’d expect to see in her eyes when she looked at you of all people.

“Y/N, Fetch!” Wanda cooed as she tossed the ball away from her. It’s a primal instinct that ignited within you at that very moment. A natural, engrained sense and desire.

How Mother Nature intended for you to react to survive or to have fun, your skin tingled with the sensation all too familiar.

The shift is over within the blink of an eye, seamless as you launch yourself over Wanda’s sitting body after the ball, large paw-like hands scrapped across the floors as you skid to a halt and the ball captured within the grasp of your maw.

Your tail wags involuntarily and your ears pinned against your head as you bashfully ducked your head at the sound of the others who chuckled and praised your reflexes.

It felt nice. Wanda turned in her spot on the couch to peer over at where you’d jumped over her, chin tucked into her folded arms.

“Nice catch,” she giggled and you swore she could see your blush in this form, “bring it here.”

Hesitant, you take a step forward and then another, your eyes cautious as they wandered over the others in case they deemed your advancements were dangerous to be left unchecked.

Rarely did you allow this form to take around them without the proper surveillance equipment and safety precautions. They already had Bruce to worry about losing control as the Hulk. They couldn’t risk you as well.

But no. They marvelled in their stares, smiles of contentment encouraged you to approach Wanda. You let the ball fall into her grasp with a small whine, ears still pressed back.

“Don’t be shy, Wolfie,” she whispered, the sound soft for only your ears to hear. You liked that nickname. You could only hope she would continue to use it.

Wanda raised the ball again only for Tony to interject. “No! No, you are not playing fetch in this compound, Miss Maximoff.”

Wanda smirked at the look in your eyes. The same one you had right before you tore up all the good, expensive furniture within that 3 hour window.

A few more throws turned into furniture shoved aside to make room. Tony remained in the kitchen, arms folded and a scowl etched hard into his face, it would take a miracle for Pepper to wipe it from his face.

Everyone else was too engrossed in the game of indoor fetch, all having had a couple of turns by now with throwing the ball. Bucky humoured you once and threw it, an approving nod when you caught it. Clint, Thor, Peter and Scott fought hard to get the ball numerous times, Natasha and Wanda were promoted to ‘ball-directors’ so everyone had a fair go.

But Wanda maybe got an extra throw in once or twice - by order of Natasha.

Steve now held the eye catching sphere in his hand, high above his head. Though with your stature in this form, it was rather tricky to keep it away from your snapping jaws.

You yipped and howled in anticipation before Steve tossed the ball and you leapt after it. You caught it before it could bounce off the wall. An eruption of claps and cheers followed immediately, your ears flopped back as you whine softly with that feeling that buzzed in your ribcage.

“Bring it here, Wolfie.” Your ears perked up high and alert at the soft tune of Wanda’s accented voice. A few of the others couldn’t refrain from laughing a little at the sight.

Whenever they had permitted you to shift on mission skirmishes, it was all done through protocol and extensive preparation to ensure you were stable.

And they only saw one emotion when you changed. Aggression.

To finally get the chance to play and be comfortable in your own fur felt good. Shit, well beyond good.

“I was promised the next throw! Come on, give the ball here, Y/N,” Sam called with an outstretched hand.

Even if Sam had a point, you couldn’t stop yourself in your approach towards Wanda, who now was crouched down with her hand out to receive the ball.

Her eyes were soft in their gaze as they pierced through the veil of your own. It was like she could see the humanity deep within you.

Her magic touched you differently, prickled against the shell of your mind, you welcomed her in.

‘I see you as more than you realise.’

A whimper crept up your throat in response, ears tucked back and eyes often shrouded with the thirst for carnage grew to relax. Become tender in the embrace of her eyes - her soul - touching yours.

Your fur bristled suddenly and you shook your head with a huff. You dropped the ball into her hand and she threw it down the long hallway.

You bound after it, your claws clinked against the tile floor, your breath hot in ragged pants as you gave chase. Each bounce of the ball echoed faintly in the back of your mind, too occupied by the words Wanda spoke through your mind.

It was the first time you’d heard her voice in your head. And you enjoyed it. It settled you into a sense of calm.

You didn’t register the elevator doors open ahead of you, Nick Fury stood with files tucked under his arm.

Your eyes shot open and you swore you saw his unpatched eye mimic yours. Your weight was too much to control with the momentum you had backed up behind your pursuit in a cramped hallway. You skid to a halt but slipped forward, the force of your body knocked Fury and yourself back into the elevator.

A series of cringed groans and gasps reminded you of your teammates as the elevator doors closed behind you.

You’d knocked Fury into the buttons and now, your destination was another floor.

Sheepishly, he could tell, you whine a pathetic sound in your apologies. You shuffle in the elevator that was almost too tight for the two of you to fit with you like this.

“So,” Fury said after a few moments of silence, eye intently watchful of the floors you both now visited. Some had agents give pause and a receptionist even dropped her cup of steaming coffee at the sight of you.

“What brought the wolf out?”

He turned his head slightly when you grunted, ball held up in your mouth to show him what had ensued before his arrival.

It felt like hours that the rest of the team stood in their places, eyes stuck on the elevator door you and Fury both disappeared into.

“Do you think he’ll be mad?” Wanda asked, voice coated in a toxic amount of unease.

She was scared what would happen to you. As a matter of fact; everyone was scared.

The government knew just enough and that was a hard - yet private - case that was not disclosed with the public.

Your existence and your species as a whole had to remain top secret. One slip up that was determined out of hand would grant you a one way ticket to who knows what for punishment.

“It’s okay, Wanda,” Clint assured, “I doubt Fury would do anything like that. I mean, he brought them to us.”

“He’s right. No way would Fury do something like that,” Steve added, firm in his judgement or perhaps what he hoped for.

“We will… figure it out if it comes to that,” Tony sighed from his place. Not often did Tony jump to your defence in cases such as this.

But in the end, you’d proven yourself mostly to be trustworthy.

He had some inkling of reason to believe you wouldn’t cause intentional harm to the team.

The elevator pinged and everyone held their breath as the doors slid open.

Fury and you stood side by side, gazes directed down the hallway towards your team. Your eyes immediately sought out Wanda who gave you a smile but her brows were furrowed.

Fury held up the ball as he strutted forward, like an obedient pup, you followed close to his heel.

“Next time, take the game of fetch outside,” he advised and threw the ball forward and Tony caught it swiftly.

Another good throw. Really bad timing.

You were still hyped up and because of that, you charged forward and closed the distance within a matter of milliseconds.

“Wait no—!” Tony grunted as he was pinned to the floor beneath your weight. “Get. Off!” He growled and you slinked away from him with your tail tucked.

The others did little to hide their laughs at Tony’s unfortunate expense.

“Good job,” you caught Bucky mutter to you as you joined Wanda’s side. You chuffed rather proudly and your head held high.

Steve aided Tony from the floor. “Alright, Fury. We’ll note that down.” Steve flashed a toothy smile and wink your way.

“I have a mission briefing. Ya’ll better buckle up and dress for the cold. You’re going on an undercover operation located in Alaska.”

“Alaska?” Wanda asked in sync with your curious head tilt, ears flopped to the side.

“Alaska. And you also have a guide present right now who is familiar with the territory.”

It didn’t take a second long for your team and yourself to gather what Fury meant, his single eye on you knowingly.

Fury left some time later after he handed the files over that provided more information on your new task in Alaska.

Wanda turned and knelt down in front of you, a hand ran through the thicket of your fur. The act itself made your eyes droop and your chest rumble. Wanda couldn’t keep the full, toothy smile to spread on her lips.

“I think this gives us all the perfect opportunity to play more fetch with our beloved wolf.” Wanda’s words didn’t go unnoticed by the numerous hums of agreement. Truly you felt seen by them all. For the first time perhaps ever, you felt accepted.

You even looked to Tony who shrugged with an eye roll. “I suppose I could indulge in a couple throws myself. So long as I can test my new theory of what travels faster: the wolf or the red ball?”

“Wolfie,” your team chimed in claim of their theory right there.

Your pack that Mother Nature intended for you.

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Hands on the Ground! (König/Reader)

2,652 words

tagged: König protective stalker; non-con groping of MC by villain

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The new recruit has caught König’s eye. He's seen a lot, but this is new. He doesn't want to complicate her life, no, he will just watch her from the shadows.

It's just a crush. An obsessive crush. An addictive and feverish and all-consuming crush. Nothing more.

But when she has a problem, König takes it upon himself to find a solution.

König passes by the new recruits in the training area. It’s not often he particularly notices a recruit - sure, he’s incredibly observant. He’ll notice a change in breathing in an opponent in a fight, a slight change in the walking gait of a teammate when they’re hiding an injury, but rarely does someone actually make an impression on him.

He checks with the training leader and learns her surname. The leader says she has promise, and asks if König wants to meet her, but the king declines. No, he’ll just watch from afar.

That night he steals her personnel file. Just some light reading, a bedtime story. This is where he gets a full name, address and next-of-kin, her brother. A dishonorable discharge from a foreign militia is on her record, but there’s no explanation.

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It wasn't a concern, KorTac had a high turnover in the lower ranks, so administration often ignored marks on people’s records when it came to new hires. From her records, König learns that she speaks four languages fluently, that she has pilot experience and the area she struggles in is sniper shooting.

König thought about her as he drifted off to sleep.

A few weeks pass.

He keeps to his internal promise to watch from afar, but that doesn’t stop him taking the long route to get around the base, just so he’ll have a chance to watch. She’s really something in combat and wins both of the hand-to-hand training sessions that König manages to watch casually as he strolls by. He can read the tension in the male recruits. She’s the only female who manages to win in a mixed-sex fight and it wounds their egos.

Good, König thinks to himself. He knows how men fight and the angrier they get, the easier they are to defeat if you can read the signs, which she seems to be able to, because she taunts them as she fights them, a verbal dressing down for their shitty behavior and arrogance, respectively.

Occasionally he’d see her in the mess hall when their schedules overlapped. She sits with two other female recruits, and smiles at them warmly, the group seemed to have an affinity to each other that usually signifies friendship. She isn’t shy about getting what she needs to fuel her body, she’s smart in that way.

The next training session König watched entirely from the shadows. She wrestles well, though she doesn’t have the strength or size of her opponent so she is quick to recover from his grapple. She’s very quick. This opponent, a man with a dark cropped haircut is much better than her previous sparring partners. The rest of the recruits don’t talk through this fight like they did during the turns of the other pairs. No, this fight seems to be significant for all of them as a group. Her legs are strong, and she kicks her opponent just over his center of balance, sending him stumbling backwards.

In the second she took to right herself, her gaze flicked over and settled where König was watching, leaning against the edge of a nearby building, arms crossed over his chest. Bright eyes bore into his, the only visible part of his face. Today was another day he was glad to have his mask, the surprised expression rendered invisible to the outside world. It is only one second at most, but her opponent spots it.

The battle is quickly concluded, and her streak is lost.

König is gone before she’s even hauled herself up from the dirt.

Some nights later, König checked the schedule and found that she had booked a time at the sniping range to practice and that only one other soldier had booked an overlapping session. König made sure he was called for guard duty.

This is how he would make up for costing her the match.

The sky is grey and dull. He watches as she fires several shots, observing her form and then steps up to the neighboring practice spot. They do not acknowledge each other. She is too busy practicing to notice. She is by no means bad at it, just struggles with moving targets, which is costing her attempts. König is proud of his marksmanship, and knows that if he had that rifle he would have put down each of the targets in half as many bullets.

After another round she looks up at König from her seat, pulling her ear muffs off. He is sitting too, but even so she has to look up at him - everyone has to look up at him.

“You jerk as the gun fires,” he says. “You need to square your shoulders in order to support the weight of the rifle.”

She blinks, and considers his critique. Pressing the start button for the next round of moving targets, she hits every single one, only missing one shot. She rubs her shoulder.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

There is a pause.

“You’re the Colonel. König.”

“Yes. And you are?”

She gives him her name, though he already knows it.

“Good luck with your training, Lieutenant.”

König is called for a mission that will send him away for two weeks. Normally he welcomes the change of pace, but he mourns watching her each day. She is always in the back of his mind, and often in the front of it. He just can't stop himself from thinking about her.

When he returns, everything is the same on the surface, but she's different. Tense. König wonders what changed.

When he catches her sparring, there is a brutal ferocity to her movements, until she faces the only recruit who has ever bested her. König watches as she seizes up. The dark haired recruit easily takes her down, and his friends jeer. Perhaps it is a mental block?

A few days later, König collides with her - literally. He's making his way to visit a colleague when she comes out of a door, looking behind her, and smashing squarely into his chest. Strong hands grip her upper arms, so she narrowly avoids toppling over backwards. She's flushed, flustered.

"Forgive me," she stutters, glancing over her shoulder.

His hands don't leave her sides. For a second he short circuits. She feels so small compared to his large form.

"Hey," an unfamiliar voice calls from a familiar face as the dark haired recruit flies through the door after her. He stops suddenly, saluting. "Sir."

She seems to notice the breach of conduct and steps back quickly. König lets his hands fall to his sides.

"Is something wrong?" König asks, looking only at her.

“No. Sir,” she adds his title as an afterthought.

“Then you are dismissed.”

He didn’t believe her.

König had seen the growing tension between herself and this recruit. Naturally, he takes a look at the recruit’s personnel file as well. Adrian Meyer. No complaints. No formal military training, it seemed he’d been accepted to some relatively unknown private militia on a fluke. 24 years of age. Had left his previous employment voluntarily, but seemed to have made it into KorTac on the assurance that he was a quick study. It seemed true enough, his training showed exemplary marks - except in hand-to-hand. Always second place until recently. So he dislikes that she’s bested him, it creates tension, nothing particularly unusual, soldiers had troubles like this all the time. Still something doesn’t sit right with König. She had fought him a handful of times, and he’d studied her enough. She was always calm, collected, put together. Even first thing in the morning she’d report without a hint of exhaustion on her face. She could put on a show, hide her feelings as expertly as if she wore a mask, so what could have shaken her so badly the other day? Perhaps Meyer had said something to her, but what could he have said that left her so afraid?

There are hundreds of security cameras on a military base, with his clearance it was no issue at all to pull the footage. He isolated the record to about the rough time he’d run into her, and rewound from there. The video filled him with rage.

A few days pass and he watches the new recruits. She is shaken, making stupid mistakes and isolating herself from her friends. She eats lunch alone, practices alone and is easily defeated by opponents she had never so much as blinked at before. Meyer’s confidence grows each day, just continuing on as if nothing had happened.

König visits the trainees. She notices his approach, everyone else too deep in conversation, but as soon as she sees him, she turns her face away, refusing eye contact. He wants to tell her that he is going to fix this, but he doesn’t. König has said exactly forty words to her before, and he is not ready to add to the total.

“Meyer,” the training lead called out, König at his side. “The colonel is impressed with your training, he’d like a word.”

Meyer’s face split into a wide grin. “Knew it couldn’t be long before I started to get noticed.”

The pair step off to the side.

“Come visit me tonight in my office. 2100 hours. I want to discuss your future with KorTac.”

The smile falters momentarily. “Sir, I would love to, but I have guard duty-”

König interrupts, “I have arranged it. If you play your cards right, you’ll never have to pull guard duty again.”

Meyer is on time. He knocks on König’s office door at exactly 2100 hours. König invites him in, and at the sight of him Meyer stiffens.

“Relax,” König passes Meyer a drink. “This will be informal. I just want to get to know you a little better.”

König’s cheerful voice and the alcohol lulls Meyer into a false sense of security. The king is adept at this kind of hunt, he laughs on cue and flatters his prey with compliments, plying him with liquor, though Meyer doesn’t seem to notice that König has been nursing the same drink all night.

It’s growing late and still they talk. König knows the right time to strike is approaching because Meyer has started to talk absolute bullshit, too comfortable with the colonel.

“It’s just funny that you’re Austrian,” Meyer hiccups, swallowing the last of his glass.

“Why is that?” König makes sure the smile reaches his voice, since Meyer won’t see it.

“It’s just- to have an Austrian in charge of this place. Like shouldn’t you be running a farm or something?” Meyer laughs, and König pretends to laugh with him.

“You are a typical little Bavarian, aren’t you, Meyer?”

“I’m hardly little, I��m 190.5 centimeters!”

“You are little to me.” König replies.

The time is here.

König clears his voice. “Can I show you a video I found the other day? It’s hilarious.”

Meyer nods, pouring himself another glass.

König pulls up the security footage, pre-prepared and paused right before the crucial moment.

When Meyer notices, his eyebrows knit together. “Is this the security tape?”

König ignores him and hits ‘play’.

The shot is of one of the rooms used to take language lessons. It is completely empty until she enters. Moments later, Meyer follows her. He says something that causes her to freeze up, but unfortunately the feed is visual only. Meyer takes a step towards her and she takes a matching step back, her lips forming unheard words, her face pleading.

“What is this?” Meyer asks. He seems suddenly sober. “Why are you showing this to me?”

She faints right, breaks left, but it’s a move she frequents while sparring and he’s prepared for it, shoving her hard into the wall behind her. She struggles to regain her balance and throws a sloppy punch, which Meyer outmaneuvers, slapping her hard in the face and using the moment she is stunned to turn her around, pressing the front of her body against the wall as he presses himself against her back. One hand holds her by the back of her throat, her cheek against the plaster, the other runs down her body, groping the sides of her breasts and squeezing her ass before he kicks her legs apart and begins to touch between her legs. He is whispering something in her ear.

“It’s not what it looks-” Meyer stands abruptly.

“Sit down,” it is an order. All of the comradery König had exhibited early vanishes.

Meyer obeys.

Meyer is clumsy, too caught up in the moment. He releases her neck to step forward, sandwiching her body between his and the wall for maximum contact. He grinds his crotch against her, his lips close enough to kiss her neck, but she uses the second he is distracted and stamps down hard on the top of his foot. Immediately, Meyer staggers away, and she bolts. The camera shot switches into the hall as she bursts from the room, running straight into the Colonel.

The clip ends.

“Look,” Meyer pleads, “I know how that looks, but she came onto me, alright? You can’t hear her, but she wanted it. She’s been a tease for months, it’s not my fault is she panicked the second things got real, it-”

König does not care for excuses. “Left or right?”

The quest jars the recruit. “W-what?”

“I asked: ‘left or right?’”

“Right?” Meyer seems confused.

“Very well. Put your right hand on the ground.”

Meyer didn’t move. “Why?” There was panic in his voice now. He repeats the question when at first he doesn’t receive an answer.

“Because I am going to crush it beneath my boot.” There was a hint of sadistic pleasure apparent in the tone.

“Wh- no. No.” Meyer stuttered, cradling his hand to his chest. “You can’t do that.” Again he stands, but he does not back away, König stands between him and the exit.

“You touched her with both hands,” König said coldly. “It is by my mercy alone that your other hand has been spared. I have let you pick which hand you would like to keep, but you will be punished for touching her, Schwein. Do not disobey me. Put your right hand on the ground.”

“I didn’t know she was yours, I wouldn’t have ever-”

König steps towards him and this time it is Meyer shrinking back.

“Please,” he begs. “Please.”

But it is of no use. Meyer can see that. Face flushed and body shaking, he slowly kneels on the carpet, begging once more to no avail as he places his hand palm-first against the floor.

The next day, König walks past her like she was nothing to him. Like she didn’t consume every thought. He’d done what needed to be done and he had no regrets, but that didn’t mean he suddenly had a free pass to talk to her, she was his subordinate, that kind of fraternization would get him in trouble, and even if he got away with it, who’s to say she'd even want him? He could live in her shadow knowing that under his supervision she would befall no harm. He likes knowing that he took care of her little problem.

König watches her eating at the mess hall. Her friends rush to her, telling her something that he could not hear, though he could make out the excited tone they used.

“An accident?” She repeats.

“Yes, broke his hand. Doc showed me the x-ray, it was fucked. Crushed and twisted so badly he’ll be lucky if they can fit rods against the remaining bones. He’s resigned for long term medical care, but the doc said he’ll never shoot again.”

“What happened?”

“Apparently he fell in front of a Jeep and it ran his hand over.”

“That’s unlucky,” she says. For a brief moment she glances in König’s direction.

For an even briefer moment he holds her gaze, before excusing himself.

AO3

[seventhcallisto]

Just had a little idea... flashing lights and eyestrain warning.

❝you shine like emerald❞

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Happy House.

Stray Kids (ot8) x F!Reader (9th member addition)

PREVIEW: "I am not a member of stray kids!" You kick up the papers littering the floor. Frustratingly pulling at your hoodie. "They're always screwing over those guys. I feel kinda bad." Your most trusted friend, Jiu, snickers behind her bright laptop screen. "I-i should have left when I had the chance! Should have joined that dance group that tried to recruit me! Why did I think I was gonna be the next jihyo!? Oh god." You pace, waving your hands around to drain the building anxiety curling into your lungs and making it's home there. You twist towards jiu falling to your knees and wailing miserably. Childishly.

"I wasn't even on the show. It's a boy group! I'm going to get eaten alive! I'm a trainee! They have years over me! I'm so dead. My career is already over before it started. My life is over." You fall to the floor. Completely done with this whole ordeal and the accident you've gone through, sniffling pitifully. "I told you to always read the fine print. You never listen." Jiu scolds. She, in fact, did not, but she wants to make you feel worse as your best friend. Pink nails flick tiny specks of popcorn towards your slumped body on the floor. And she's right. You should have read the fine print before some businessman shoved a pen into your face. What is so wrong with stray kids that you're being made a fool just to make them look bad? Would adding you tear the group dynamic? You know you're screwed as soon as your concept photos drop.

SYNOPSIS: As if some type of double-sided punishment, you're manipulated to join one of jyps' most successful groups. Stray Kids. Added as an extra member and with no experience just to cast you off as another unsuccessful idol, all because you didn't read the fine print when they dangled the keys to your dream in front of your face. They've got tricks up their sleeves, and the contract you signed says you're a permanent member of the unsuspecting group of guys now. You had no idea you were signing that type of contract. And you especially have no idea why they're trying to bring down their biggest boy group.

table of content + cws: she/her pronouns. female anatomy. major age differences but not in a power-hungry way(ur 19). invisible honorifics, I swear. manipulation. jyp(ent) is kinda the villain here(ilyjypplsdontsueme). ace!trainee reader. inexperienced reader. forced proximity and friendship. the members r kinda mean at first. Sorry, not sorry. ooc stray kids bc no one knows them like they know themselves. overworking. growing friendships. polyamorous(sharingiscaring). quick mutual pining(but they don't realize it). eventual smut.

Prologue. — 🧾

Chapt. ⓵ ❝_____❞

chpt. ⓶ , chpt. ⓷ , chpt. ⓸, chpt. ⓹, etc.

To be continued.. 🧷

I accidently posted this too early (crying). Lmk what you guys think ! — calli.

[taglist is open]

© seventhcallisto 11/22/2023

[moumouton4]

You're Mine || Dabi x fem!reader

A/n : Prompt 23 of the Smutember 2023 ( Good old Mirina is back with a long fic. I don't know how the hell I managed )

The list of prompts is HERE

Smutember 2023 Masterlist ⚜

Warnings : no mention of gender for reader ( even though I had a female in mind for the story ), cockwarming, riding, vanilla sex, jealousy, possessiveness, rough sex implicit, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

Masterlist ⚜

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Word count : 1531

Never had he ever had something, or rather someone that was entirely and unconditionally his. Never had he asked for that either. After meeting you though, something shifted in his way of seeing things. He maybe did need to know that someone on this shit hole of a planet was owned by him and him only.

Also he had always been the one who tried showing off the extent of what he could do, as much as intimidating his peers. The ones who knew him best knew that most of the time, his threats were empty. Yes you all were sociopaths but not with each other. Once again after meeting you something changed, and even the members of the League of Villains were well aware that if your name were to be mixed with the reason why he was threatening someone, the threat would be far from empty.

You dear other-half Dabi proved it all one day, when at a meeting of the Lov, some notorious villain that was supposed to pass an interview to join your ranks ended up carbonized after he winked at you.

“Fuckin- Dabi ! Come on ! Seriously ?!?” screamed Shigaraki “It's the third one this week ! How are we going to bring fresh meat if you don't stop killing them every time they breathe ?!?"

Dabi took a kinda shaky breath, his nerves seemingly still tense “That wasn't what I’d call breathing” he didn’t even bother explaining his act.

“Well I don’t care anymore” said the younger villain “From now on I don’t want you to meet the new recruits during the interviews”

“Whatever” the raven haired man said, getting up. He made a beeline to you who was sitting on the other side of the room. His hand was still radiating heat as he set it on the side of the backrest. You know how intense it could get for him to be in situations like this, so without even needing a single word, nor glance from him you got up, said goodbye to everyone and followed him out of the meeting room.

“Kurogiri come here and clean this crap” growled Shigaraki his eyes locking on the door from where you both left “Next time I’ll be the one dusting him” he continued ( here again an empty threat 😂 )

Once you too were alone in the hallway he grabbed your arm above your jacket, being careful not to burn you with his heating skin. Seriously you were close to wincing. As you finally entered your shared space you freed yourself from his tightening grip and pushed him towards a sink. You filled it with cold water, while his gaze never left you. Well only that one time, when he rolled his eyes after you inclined your head towards the cool water.

He let himself be led and inched towards the sink. As soon as his fingers touched the water the a “pshiiiiit” noise was heard in the whole room. You both knew exactly what it meant, and for a fleeting moment he averted his gaze, shameful.

“You’re-”

“Don’t say it” he growled between gritted teeth.

But you couldn't have it this way “No. You’re hurting yourself”

“I’m not”

“You are !”

“I said I'm NOT !” he screamed so loudly that his voice boomed across the room. Even the others might have heard him.

You turned around at his stubbornness but he immediately panicked thinking he went too far screaming at you like this “Where are you going ?” he took a step towards you.

“Nowhere. I never intended to go anywhere” you said sitting down on the old couch “And put your hands back in the water” you demanded, which he obliged.

After about 15 never ending minutes, you spoke again, your voice soft “You can take them out now”

He did what you said and soon joined you on the couch. He sent you a quick glance and patted his lap. You couldn't resist him when he demonstrated his need for attention like this, not when your lives were hanging on by a thread every day. As soon as you set yourself on his inviting lap, his arms possessively encircled your waist bringing you impossibly closer to him. He set his hand on top of yours and sighed contently.

You mindlessly took his hands in yours, playing gently with his fingers. You smiled at the uncanny coolness of his fingers, which not before long would start heating up again ( but not that much )

“I’m fine” he murmured as if he could hear your every thought “This time… thanks to you” he admitted half-heartedly. It really wasn't easy for him to be vulnerable in this context.

“I’m glad” you whispered, nuzzling the back of your head against his warm chest.

After a moment you spoke again “Next time just let me sit on your lap. So that no one is going to do anything that will piss you off”

“Yeah right, why don't you take my pants off and sit on my cock as well ?” he chuckled darkly “So that, no more room for mistakes” Often after tense moments like this, when you’d only find yourself together, he’d let himself go with a dirty joke or two.

You chuckled at his antics, you preferred 10 times seeing him like this than how he looked like earlier. He gently let go of your hand and grabbed your hips, rocking you subtly on his lap “But you’d like that, don’t you ?” he teased.

You gasped when you felt his erection under you. Gosh, you were horny now. You quickly got up and took off your pants before sitting back down on him, half dressed and this time facing him. His fingers played with the lacy hem of your panties as you occupied your hand with his belt and trousers, working efficiently to free his hard member.

“Someone’s eager for a good dicking I see” he loved having such power over you. 

As you finally freed him, you noticed his swollen tip coated in pre cum “Seems I’m not the only one” you said as you thumb lovingly drew circles on it. He shivers and gripped your hips harder, he then lifted you just enough so that your entrance rested atop his throbbing length. You held onto his shoulder as you felt his hardness slowly push past the tightness of your walls, inching closer inside you.

“Dabi-” you whimpered.

But he shushed you with a kiss on your forehead “Shh I know. We’re almost there”

And with a subtle roll of his hips he finally bottomed out. He exhaled shakily as he held you close. You really thought he was going to move as soon as he was fully sheathed in. but to your surprise he didn’t. His grip tightened again around you as he shook “Y-you’re… mine” he mumbled.

You didn’t need him to speak louder because you were so attuned to him than even if he spoke even quieter you would have heard him. But he needed to say it again, as if someone else was out there listening ( spoiler alert : no one is there ) “You’re mine Y/n. Mine and no one else’s”

He throbbed once more inside you as his hips instinctively bucked upwards “Mine to look at. Mine to speak to. Mine to touch. Mine to hold” each one of his statements was followed with a thrust inside your tight warmth “Mine” he growled lowly in your ear “And if I had whatever long name it would be yours to bear”

Your eyes never left his ceruleans, you knew this wasn't something little to be said when it came from him ( now I’m thinking that’s almost a wedding proposal ). You pushed your hips forward against his, responding to his every thrusts. You knew he needed constant reassurance in some aspects and you’d always be there to provide “And you’re as much mine. Don’t ever let it slip from that clever mind of yours” you pressed your lips to his in a tender kiss.

Your bodies kept moving in this harmonious and sensual dance for no one, even you know how long. At this point it wasn't love making anymore, you were connecting on a deeper level. It was as if your souls touched in the way you could feel him cling to you, as if he just discovered something new. Sometimes you’d hear him whisper a little “mine” and your hearts swelled even more for the man you loved. You alternated between times of cockwarming and infinite closeness and moments of slow fucking.

After all, the night was still young and knowing what Dabi did earlier no one would be looking for you any time soon. And if anyone still did, well they would be stopping at your door, not daring to enter nor stay a moment longer there, after hearing you moan Dabi’s name like it was all you could say. But it’s all worth it because you only need one look on his blissed out face to confirm that he wouldn’t trade being here for anything in the world.

[throneofblood-if]

You are a royalty living in the unforgiving demon realm. Even though you are the third child in line to inherit the throne, your half-angel ancestry is met with disdain by your kin.

When the current Emperor dies, the fight for the throne begins. All three children must kill each other until only one is left. How will you, the clear underdog, snatch the crown from your brothers?

• Play as male, female, or non-binary! • Find connection with your celestial blood, unleash your hidden power and take control of your destiny. • Expand your influence, reform the prejudiced demon realm or embrace your villainous side and terrorize the other races. • Recruit a seasoned mercenary, an exhausted advisor and a nerdy scientist to help you with your ruling duties. • Be romantically involved with your knights: the hunky and fiery dragonkin, your doting childhood friend, your charming retainer with a dark side, or all three of them! • Stop your hidden power from consuming you because not all thing celestial is good.

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Chapter 5: Cy up now!

Planned next update: TBA

[jinxthejubilee]

Nearly done with the last Personality Page. If I'm lucky, I might be able to get it out today! See you guys soon! Byeee! 💗

[insuke69]

hii, can you make a miguel x female spider reader where it’s like enemies to lovers, and she was like recruited, kinda like gwen (during a anomaly, by accident???) she could be v badass

Okay but deadass: I love that context sm, Idrk how to start that off so ima just- . Idk

Recruited

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(This is sm longer then I wanted it to be, I’m gonna sob, btw this don’t have any smut more like how the ‘y/n’ specifically met Miguel, I’ll do a part 2 with actual smut though)

It was a regular night in earth 652 for Spider-woman, until one day there was a loud crashing sound coming from the mall of her Manhattan

𝖳𝖧𝖶𝖠𝖯 went the web as she swung over to the mall, she half-expected her Archnemesis: Doc-oc, also known as Olivia Octavius, she continue swinging as she webs building after building until she arrives

“Doc-ock, what’s with all the ruckus?” Spider-woman announces playfully as she webs into the mall where the crash was heard from to find the food court collapsed along with the escalators around it.

Suddenly she felt a tingle on her upper neck, she jumped out of the way as a piece of rubble from the torn McDonalds counter was thrown at her, making a big crash on the wall, Spider-woman whips her head to look in the direction it was thrown from to see a familiar masked face, but on a different ..Person? Who was this man, he had the metallic tentacles, the dark green suit and goggles, but he wasn’t the familiar Woman Spider-Woman usually battled with..

Spider-Woman began webbing to him, dodging the large rubble that was being thrown at her.

“Would you mind introducing yourself? It’s be boring to fight a stranger.”

Spider-Woman says as she dodges the strange-villain’s attacks, occasionally shooting webs to catch the rubble that’s thrown at her and throwing it back with force.

“I could say the same to you, where’s Spider-Man?”

The man retorts as he keeps on with his attacks, using some tentacles to hold him up, some to throw things at Spider-Woman and some to personally attack her

‘..Spider-Man? Who’s that? There’s just me, Spider-Woman..’ Spider-Woman thinks to herself for a moment before speaking up:

“I asked you first, tentacles.”

She responds, she’s damn stubborn enough to not even introduce herself until she learns who this rando is, she shoots webs to move herself closer and starts to try and web his tentacles

“It’s Doc ock you imbecile! You guessed it at first, now where is Spider-Man?!”

He says in a harsh tone as he avoids the webs and Keeps throwing in his metallic tentacle punches, he grabs her by the ankle and slams her into a pile of ruble, making a loud crash.

“There’s no Spiderman, i don’t know who the hell that is but I’m Spider-𝗪𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻.”

She responds as she gets back up and shoots more webs at him which he avoids while walking closer on his tentacles, the sound of the heavily metallic limbs hitting the ground.

They continue to fight, Spider-Woman getting good hits and kicks in but Doc ock doing the same, after a while of this Doc ock manages to her pinned on the wall by his metallic tentacles holding her by the abdomen and her arms at her sides

“You seem to be feisty in these things, Shame that not even you can beat me.”

Doc Ock comments sarcastically as he tightens the grip his metallic False limb tights on her abdomen, causing a small grunt to escape Spider-Woman’s throat

“Can you chill with that? It’s hella uncomfortable right now.”

Spider-Woman says as she squirms to escape his metal arms but to no avail

𝗪𝗵𝗼𝗼𝘀𝗵

A weird sudden portal slits open and Doc Octs head spins quickly and stares over to where the noise came from, Spider-Woman seized the opportunity and quickly threw a kick at his face, supporting herself with her wall sticking ability, the kick throws him to the side

She webs the ground on the sides of the man and throws herself at him leg first and kicks his chest down while webbing him onto the ground and then kneels behind him looking at the portal.

A large man jumps through, he has a dark blue suit with talons and a large red and nearly glowing red spider that makes lines that go by his arms and seems to be about 6’9, he doesn’t say anything but look Spider-Woman with an obvious cold and blank expression.

“Who- wha-“

She clears her throat and points her webs at him to be cautious, not planning to actually shoot him.

“Who are you?”

She asks as she stares up at him and keeps her other web shooter pointed to Doc Ock, who is webbed to the ground by his tentacles and torso.

“That’s classified.”

The man huffs in a deep and serious voice, he glances at the web shooters and at Doc Ock.

“Excuse me but it’s kind of only fair that you introduce yourself to be polite.”

Spider-Woman says as she gets up and lowers the web shooter she had pointed at him.

“I don’t know you so why should I introduce myself first?”

The man responds with a smug tone as he goes on a gadget he has on his watch and shoots his own red laser webs at the man.

“What kind of Spider-Man are you anyways? Why do you look like that.”

Doc Ock asks in a harsh and rude tone as he struggles and trys to escape the web, Spider-Woman slightly snickers at his comment.

“You two shut up, cállate.” The Spider-Man says to both of them as he picks up Doc Ock, the ‘Cállate’ more directed to Spider-woman with a slight annoyed look under his mask.

Spider-Woman feels a tingle on her upper neck as she see’s a strange green device where Doc Ock was webbed, she realizes what it is, she expects the other ‘Spider-Man’ to have a noticeable reaction, once she realizes he doesn’t, she instinctively jumps and shoves him onto the ground and crouching beside just before that strange device blows up with a loud pop that launches debris everywhere, Spider-Woman holds onto the ground to keep her from launching as well.

She watches as the Spider-Man claws to the ground, slightly sliding on the cracked mall tiles below.

Doc Ock slides along and try’s to break free but can’t with the Laser web layer that the Spider-Man put on him.

Spider-Woman’s ears start ringing from the blast, she was right beside the thing, she shuts her eyes and cups her hands over her ears, after a few moments she glances up to find small drones that are scanning the area and Doc Ock in a holographic and orange bubble-like thing

“Mind telling me who you are 𝗡𝗼𝘄?”

She asks once the ringing fades before standing up and looking at him, his taller figure that practically towered over her.

“Miguel O’Hara, leader of an elite spider task force over the multiverse.”

“..Multiverse? So you’re a Spider-Man and I’m just ‘a’ Spider-Woman?”

Miguel nods slightly, not glancing at her, a holographic woman appears from his watch-like device

“No further anomaly’s, ..and I was checking out this gal and she could have a good thing going.”

She says to him, her holographic figure glitching a bit as she speaks.

“Huh? What do you mean ‘good thing’? And where did you get the watch goober thing?”

Spider-Woman comments, slightly reaching out to his wrist.

“Its a multi-dimensional traveling device.. a bit cooler then a watch.”

He responds slightly moving his wrist back as she reaches out for it.

“..how do I get one? It’s only fair.”

Spider-Woman says with a shrug and a playful tone

“To join the Spider-society.”

He retorts before dramatically groaning and tapping a few things on his watch, another portal opens as he says something into the watch, after a moment he tosses a watch at her.

“Hurry before I regret this.”

He says before turning and stepping into the portal, Spider-Woman following after him

She looks around her at the pristine walls and hallways of many spider-people around her.

“So, mind telling me more about you Spider-Woman?”

He asks sarcastically as the two step through the busy halls of Spider-people.

“Spiderwoman, aka y/n.”

She says as she keeps looking around, the seemingly infinite halls of Spider-Woman and Spider-Men

“So this place is pretty much a bunch of spiders”

She comments playfully as she glances up at him through her mask, he doesn’t respond other then a small nod.

They walk into his office, Spider-Woman looks around and decides to take off her mask and rubs her eyes as they step inside, Miguel glances at her, taking in her features and beauty, like she were blessed by a Greek goddess, and then removes the holographic part of his suit that is over his face.

Spider-Woman hardly stops herself from staring at his chiseled features, his jawline sharp as a tack and his defined cheekbones and brown serious eyes.

“You seem fun.”

She says sarcastically with a small chuckle.

“Sorry for not messing around when the fate of the multiverse is often at stake.”

He retorts not sounding at all amused

“Fate of the multiverse? Damn you’re definitely fun at parties I see.”

She retorts with a small eye roll as she looks around

“I’m fun when I need to be.”

He responds looking down at the Spider-Woman beside him

“And when do you need to be fun? Why don’t you prove it now Mr hot-shot?”

She jokes in a challenging tone with a playful smirk.

“Why should I? What do I even- no.”

He responds not wanting to waste his time on something petty

“You’re no fun.”

She says with an eye roll.

[xycuro-illuminati]

Why didn’t you like the current Daredevil run?

I'll do a speed round here we go:

- Horrible character assassination on everyone especially Matt and Elektra.

- Zdarsky was v clearly inspired by the mcu Netflix show so the run had a severe case of mcu-ification

- The way he wrote women was atrocious (examples: Elektra, Kirsten, Mindy, literally everyone else)

- The shitty retcon to Elektra's backstory going from the sheltered sweet girl that loved her father sm that when he died it broke her to the point of grief and revenge that she became an assassin and it shattered her worldview to the stupid fucking backstory the mcu tried pulling of her being a spy sent by the Hand to recruit Matt.

- Whitewashed Kirsten AND gave her blue eyes

- the obnoxious way of how Matt was written in terms of religion to the point where he went from caricature to straight up crusader colonizer preaching

- Matt is so horrible in this run this is the most OOC he's ever been it legit feels like reading an mcu dd fanfic from someone who barely watched the show and only took word of fanon and saw gifsets

- Zdarsky tried grabbing story plots from previous runs and executed them horribly to the point where he only grabbed the worst shit from it (the ableism, infantalization, and sexual assault)

- Daredevil Elektra as a concept; it doesn't work. I'm sorry, cool outfit and all, but the Daredevil mantle isn't like the Spider-Man one where anyone can wear the mask. Daredevil was specifically for Matt to process his trauma of losing his father and used it to gain justice where the system would fail for his city. His upbringing fits the mantle and the only person who would fit that mantle is Sam Chung. With Elektra it doesn't work and it's on par with the whole "wife takes the husband's last name" but worse. My friend @thosemintcookies has made better points about this.

- Whitewashed Sam Chung and made him just sit at a cave waiting for the Beast or some shit

- Speaking of the Beast, the Hand being the big bad guys of the whole run sucks. Can we leave the Hand behind please the ninja clan isn't the ultimate dd villain.

- Foggy is just there. He doesn't do much and he's just THERE. It sucks. And he throws around the term catholic guilt for no fucking reason. The guilt Matt feels is regular guilt please shut the fuck up Zdarsky.

- Brought back Mike Murdock and did some decent writing on him only to kill him off. Cool, what was the whole point of that.

- Pulled a gotcha on making us think that zdarsky killed off Kirsten in a train explosion but it turned out she was fine which was so foul. Daredevil comics are NOTORIOUS for fridging female characters so that shit was just unacceptable idc argue with a wall.

- Checcetto's art style sucks I'm gonna be honest. The novelty of it being pretty ended v quickly as soon as he drew poc and holy shit he cannot draw them nor can he draw any other expression.

- Did I mention the ableism? And the infantalization? And the fetishization of Matt's disability? No? Okay well this post covers it all here.

- It gets into racist territory too with how they write Sam and the Hand

- This romantic mattelektra agenda makes my skin itch they're not romantic they're tragic their whole deal is that they could never go back to how they were as lovebirds in college. Soule broke up Kirsten and Matt and they kept it like that for this shlop I'm gonna kill you zdarsky and I'm making Elektra a lesbian now.

- Back to Elektra's character; zdarsky takes the cake in "Let's make Elektra's whole life and character revolve around Matt and Matt only". Making her quit her ways and making Matt treat her like shit by calling her a murderer despite the fact that in previous runs he would NEVER do that and has ACCEPTED that this is who Elektra is.

- Speaking of the murderer shit; Matt is a huge hypocrite in this run and not in a good or fun way. Homeboy got rescued by the other Defenders but then got mad and called them murderers bc they've admitted to killing people and it's the most fanficy thing I've ever read. Zdarsky, did you know. That Matt has known Jessica, Luke, and Danny for years now? Did you know that he already knows that they've killed people before? Did you know that he's teamed up with killers plenty of times (see: Elektra, Natasha, Frank Castle) and doesn't make a big shit about it? Did you know that Matt has killed people before in previous runs?? Did you know that zdarsky?? Bc it's clear he doesn't know.

- Whenever Spider-Man shows up Zdarsky writes him better than anyone in the run and this is a Daredevil run mind you

- Shitty ass writing. Shitty plot bc we've seen it all and there's nothing done. OOC on everyone. Misogynistic writing at its finest. Whitewashed characters. Stupid religious pandering bs that only the mcu girlies would like. Terrible run overall.

@thosemintcookies @froggynelson @faacethefacts @xuanelle @daresplaining @briefcasejuice @evileyeamulet

Feel free to add more or elaborate more on my post I'm giving yall the stage if you want it.

[dabislittlemouse]

BURNING DESIRE

Chapter 1

Dabi x fem!Reader

Chapter 2 is out!

Warnings: none at the moment. Love at the first sight. This fanfiction will contain nsfw themes, will lead to smut soon. It will be extremely slow-burn, it will contain angst and drama. Depending on my mood it won’t be updated too fast with each chapter, but I’ll try my best. This will be alternated between Dabi’s POV and your own too.

Plot: You are a new recruit to the League of Villains. Coming from a dark past, you’ll try as much as you can to change this fucked up society and get your revenge. But what happens when feelings for a certain raven haired arsonist get in the way?

Comment if you wanna be tagged in the future chapters. All characters belong to Kohei Horikoshi.

P.s the reader is extremely gorgeous and breathtaking (BECAUSE THATS HOW YOU ARE BETCH). The reader’s POV will come in the upcoming chapters.

Walking past the narrow street, Giran was eyeing the building where he was supposed to meet the new recruit. All he knew that the recruit was a girl, who Tomura Shigaraki had requested a few days ago for her to be found. Giran didn’t care what Tomura would do to her, all he wanted was the money in the end.

Finally finding the building, he almost stopped on his traces when he saw your figure walk out of it.

Damn, what a sight for sore eyes you were..

....

“A new female member? I’m so excited!” Toga said happily as she jumped around the place.

“I wonder what her quirk might be, since the leader specifically requested for her to be here” Spinner said.

“I bet she is awesome! No, she could be a bitch!” Twice exclaimed. All this talking and babbling around were getting into the scarred villain’s nerves. He was smoking a cigarette, leaning to the counter of the bar and a glass of whiskey in his right hand. Most of the time he just wanted to either leave or kill everyone in here, but he had to stay if he wanted to make his own ambitions a reality. Also, not that his crewmates weren’t that bad, they were just annoying.

“Why so quiet Dabi? Aren’t you excited to see who the new member will be?” Toga asked coming near him, touching his shoulder.

“Not a single bit” Dabi muttered annoyed “Now get off me you lunatic” he said as he puffed smoke from his mouth. At that moment Tomura Shigaraki entered the bar, the room immediately quieting down as he sat on the stool, getting a glass and pouring it with whiskey.

“Giran and the new recruit are on their way, Tomura Shigaraki” Kurogiri’s voice was heard. “They might take less than 45 minutes to arrive”

“Good” Shigaraki replied. Then he turned his head to look at Dabi smoking, annoyance plastering his covered face. “Do not smoke inside. Get out” he ordered.

“As if I care” Dabi replied, getting on Shigaraki’s nerves like usual and making the leader question himself why the hell has he not disintegrated this patch-work of a man yet. “I smoke wherever I want”

“Bet you won’t say the same when I disintegrate your burned face. Oh wait, you won’t even manage to say anything at all” Tomura said threateningly.

“Bet!” Dabi smirked, cigarette between his teeth as his hands lit up on hot blue flames.

“Now now, why don’t we calm down shall we?” Mr.Compress said, always so firm and mature, the most mature of them all along with Kurogiri. Dabi and Shigaraki, the strongest villains of the team and yet behaved like siblings, always picking on each other and annoying everyone. Suddenly a knock silenced everyone, as their eyes were directed towards the door.

“They’re here already?” Magne said surprised. The door opened to reveal Giran, a cigarette between his lips.

“She’s here” the only words he said. Tomura Shigaraki had his eyes glued on the door waiting for the new member to enter. It was kind of an awkward silence. Steps were heard and that’s when you entered. Wearing only a baggy hoodie which hid your beautiful body, only your plush thighs to reveal, fishnets and boots covering your legs. It felt like the bar suddenly had lack of oxygen. All eyes were glued on you, especially Dabi who earlier pretended that he didn’t give a shit. He had shared bed with many women, plenty of them who he just found them pretty enough to fuck them stupid. But you? The one who just walked in, had a beauty that could literally blind you, an unique aura that surrounded your figure.

As your enter, your eyes start wandering around to see the people that surrounded you. They went from Shigaraki to Toga, from Spinner to Twice, from Compress to Magne, to the others until....

Your eyes locked together. Dabi stared back at you with those azure orbs of his. Sudden awkwardness and tension was felt around the air as you kept looking at him. He thought you found him disgusting, shocked that a human could look like this, and he didn’t feel that surprised. Who could blame you? But there was not a single glimpse of disgust shown on your face, instead you stared in awe..and almost blushing? As Dabi kept staring back at you, kind of hungrily we might say, your cheeks started heating up and Dabi noticed that. He still couldn’t believe what he was seeing, you blushing at him. The whores he had fucked would blush because of his monster cock, that’s what he always thought.

Then he saw your nervousness and embarrassment washing your face as he smirked slightly, giving you a hint that you were giving yourself away too much. Your eyes went somewhere else, to the boss, where you decided to keep the seriousness.

“So, you are (Y/N) . To what do I owe the pleasure of finally meeting you? I really thought you wouldn’t even accept to come here” Shigaraki said in his crispy voice.

So (Y/N). Her name is (Y/N). What an angelic name to such angelic human being, Dabi thought. You were pretty yes, but you were also hot. He couldn’t contain himself, if he didn’t jerk off soon he would literally expose himself to the others. Imagine how it would feel breaking you...

“Well, first I need to see who I will be dealing with, what our goals are and what I’ll be benefiting from all of this” your soft voice said, yet it was like a voice who sounded innocent but at the same time serious and threatening. Like a little devil in angel disguise.

“Nice point” Shigaraki said. “Well, our goal as the League of Villains is to destroy this rotten society, where corrupted heroes...” and so he kept talking and talking, clarifying every question you had and giving answers. Then the conversation was finally done.

“Okay so, joining the League doesn’t sound bad. Besides, I am already being chased by the police so... at least I can give them a better reason to chase me” you smirk. Toga jumped happily around the place as she wrapped herself around your arm.

“I’m so excited that you joined! So happy! Another female in our group, how neat! We could do lots of fun stuff together with Magne, also did I tell you are so gorgeous?” little Toga kept talking and talking, until Dabi interrupted her.

“Hey crazy, you better sit your ass down and shut up. We don’t want to scare new members away do we?” Dabi said, sticking out another cigarette from the pack.

“Oh I don’t get scared that easily” he heard your voice say. “Especially not from such adorable person like her. But who might you be? You seem to be so caring about the well-being of new members?” you raised your eyebrow.

Oh yes, cocky and sarcastic, Dabi thought. That added to the flavor.

“Right now I go by Dabi. I don’t usually give a shit about new members but you seem like a kid who needs guidance” he said cockily, that shit-eating grin on his face making itself known.

“Well listen here ‘right now I go by Dabi’, I don’t think your leader would even suggest me being here if I was just a weak kid so.... don’t be surprised if I can even beat all of you here at the same time” you chuckle. Dabi sat up as he leaned closer to you, closer and closer until you started backing up. Now he could see you more clearly, that skin of yours which he felt the need to leave marks on. He noticed your blush from earlier showing up again, oh my. What a beautiful sight. He would have fun with you being around the League.

“Oh doll, you wouldn’t even dare....” he whispered as he blocked your tiny figure with one of his toned arms leaning against the wall. He heard your breath hitch, as you gulped and tried to avoid eye contact. His large hand grabbed your chin and lifted your head up.

“Do not fucking touch m-"

“Look at me...” he deeply whispered, interrupting you.

“I am looking” your meek voice said.

“No you weren’t” he said as he leaned closer. The heat radiating from your cheeks could even be felt from miles away. What the fuck is wrong with her, he thought. You looked exactly like these schoolgirls who saw their boy crushes on the hallway.

“Hey Dabi, you can be less intimidating for now and maybe just let her adjust to the new people” Mr Compress said and Dabi decided to pull away.

It took a moment for you to calm down. As you kept getting to know other members, Dabi went out and sat down in the balcony of the base. As he smoked, Magne came out too, sitting down on his right.

“Pretty, yes?” she suddenly said.

“What are you talking about” Dabi asked.

“The new member, I’ve never seen such beauty before. I bet you noticed it didn’t you..” Magne replied.

“And? Why are you telling me this?”

“Because I noticed the way you looked at each other , the way she stared at you” she said as she started litting a cigarette up.

“Yeah I did notice, what a fucking weirdo. Why did she even stare like that, I couldn’t even understand what was going on in that stupid head of hers..” he adds.

“I don’t think ‘weirdo’ is the right term to describe that kind of situation” Magne chuckled.

“Then how do ya explain that?” Dabi asked impatiently. Magne turned at him, removing the cig from her lips as she spoke.

“I bet you’ll cringe to what I’ll say to you right now, but not that I care. I’ll just tell the plain truth”

Dabi leaned closer, paying attention to what Magne was about to say, hoping that what she’d say would at least clear it up. Why did he even care for it to get cleared up in the first place? Why was he even here? Why did he-

“Ever heard of love at the first sight?” Magne said as Dabi stared at her with a dumbfounded look on his face, his eyes wide open.

What?

Dabi bursted out laughing hysterically as Magne stared at him irritated. If his ducts weren’t burnt, for sure he’d have tears in his eyes by now.

“Oh c’mon, ya did not just tell me this Romeo and Juliet crap!”

“I most certainly did” Magne answered. “And it is not crap. It is something common that happens in people’s lives”

Dabi then came close to her face, his turquoise eyes reflected in her glasses.

“Have a look at my face and reconsider your little theory again” he said as he stood up to leave. “Even if this crap is real, it does not apply to me”

Magne let out a defeated sigh as the villain stood up and left. Deep down she hoped it was exactly as he said, just for the sake of that girl. Definitely crushing on a man like him would be like playing with fire, which in the end would get you burned and ruined forever.

Tagging: @dynamars @kelin-is-writing @chaoticexistence @0graceundead0 @scftbunni @chxrryvibes @slayersins @natsuobby @freakyshibs

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Scorpio Curse (König x F!OC)

Part 2/3 of Valkyrie

(Part 1 here)

Summary: König gets an order to make a female SpecGru sniper talk, but König doesn't want to hurt women.

Category: Smut 🔞, angst, fluff

Tags & warnings: Explicit mature content +18 audiences only, strangers to lovers (slight enemies to lovers), dubious consent, threats of rape, virgin!König, size kink, size difference, p in v, multiple orgasms, cunnilingus, squirting, hugs and cuddles, super fluffy ending. König will be named in later chapters. 

Part 2: Mostly König who is in desperate need of a hug (don't worry, he will get it soon enough :*)

A/N: KorTac and SpecGru are rivaling military contractors, Conor is König's superior (and a huge villain), and I just wanted to write angsty smut featuring our favourite Austrian boi. 

"You should've come to me, König."

He was still here.

No one had told him to leave his stuff and sign the papers and get the fuck out.

He had been called to see the team leader, though.

Immediately.

"It's true that we don't do that shit. Especially with the SpecGru, not after everything that already went through."

He told his side of the story, and apparently, the command agreed that Conor had made a mistake.

"Your superior officer slipped, but that doesn't mean you have the right to do whatever the fuck you deem more appropriate."

The leader's cheeks were red, and his voice traveled from peaceful, tired account to a booming loud yell.

"To tell you the truth, König, you're good at what you do. But pull this kind of shit again, and the KorTac will ensure you lose your rifle for good. They'll make sure you'll get spat in the face in every fucking PMC on this fucking planet, you hear me?"

He was surprised he didn't catch spit flying right now.

"Sir."

"Now go fix that goddamn fence."

"Yes, sir. Right away, sir."

König, former weapons sergeant of the Jagdkommando and current operator of the special forces known as KorTac, felt like a fresh recruit when he turned heel and marched from the office. He thought about asking whether the surveillance tape would be destroyed or if it was already but sensed that this was not the best moment to ask questions. The leader's tired voice followed him as he walked away with cold sweat tingling down his back.

"Jesus. Where did you even get those bolt cutters.."

He worked half a day to get it right. Repairing the fence was easy, but fixing it so that it wasn't a weak spot in the area's defense was not. He had kneeled down in this exact same spot less than 24 hours ago, with a tense, silent cargo thrown on his back in a fireman's carry.

He had yanked the door to the surveillance room open to let the men know they could get a coffee break while he watched the prisoner — only to find that there was no one there. He had been played twice the fool, and she had paid the price. He wasn't man enough to tell her it had been all in vain when he went to get her.

He certainly wasn't going to tell her that he would still do it all again.

She stayed mute the whole journey to the fence, remained quiet even when he placed her gently on the ground and showed her the hole he had made on the chain link fence for her to crawl through.

"There you go, little Walküre."

She stared at his work for a while, sniffed, then looked up at him.

"You think you can fit through that?" He asked, although he had made sure the hole was big enough for even him to go through.

"Yeah…" she uttered her first words since forever before reaching for her road to freedom. Realizing she was still tied, she pivoted back.

"My hands.." she started, but he was already kneeling on the ground with his combat knife pulled out. With utter care, he cut her loose. She caught him after it was done, and he glanced at those tiny fingers that barely reached to close around his wrists.

"Thank you."

He raised his stare, and her eyes bored into his as she ensured her words had sunk in. Then she turned, dived for the hole… but turned back again.

"König."

He had enough time to discover that the naked pain in her eyes was of the exact same kind as the agony spreading in his heart before she leaped to him, threw her arms around him — and suddenly, he was home.

"Don't get yourself killed." Her voice was a muffled sob that hit his skin through the mask as she pressed her face against his neck and squeezed him with a surprising amount of strength. Dumbfounded, he raised his arms but wasn't sure if she would welcome the touch. He didn't want her to think he would seize her just when she had been offered a way out.

"Promise that you won't get killed."

He knew that he would probably get maimed for this. At the very least, he would lose his contract. But he hadn't even thought about it when he made that hole and carried her here.

She released him and pulled back. Her eyes were pure attention, a time-halting awareness that seized him without warning. It didn't matter that he was loaded with gear, that he had a helmet and a mask on. She could see him. All of him. And she smiled.

Then she reached for his mask.

He did nothing to stop her as she grabbed the hood and started to lift it. His vision went black with the ascending cloth for the longest second…

And then he could see again — see her wide eyes roam his face. The silence was pierced by a few raindrops, the first of an impending heavy rain. They landed on his helmet and on his arm guards, specked on her cheeks as they fell from the heavy clouds above them.

"Wow," she breathed, with parted lips and eyes that sparkled.

She grabbed his helmet through the cloth and pushed both the hood and the piece of metal away. The bundle landed somewhere next to him with a soft clunk a second before her lips pressed against his.

Rain fell, and with it, the paint from around his eyes — all the black he had surrounded himself with ran down his cheeks and neck, all the way under the collar of his shirt and over his heart that thumped like a maniac. They were in a warm August shower together, and she pulled him by his neck, threatened to swallow him, and he could do nothing but melt and surrender and answer with the same gentle hunger.

Her fingers swept across his chin; they caressed his temples, brushed his scalp, and tugged at his hair, not hindered by the fact that there wasn't much to grab hold of in the classic military undercut. They slid down his neck, grabbed his tactical vest, and pulled him deeper into the kiss. She sucked his lip, kissed the raindrops away, and he was hard as a rock even in the pants that were soaked and cool.

When she relented, all too soon, he would've given everything to freeze time and stay there. Under that hail, kneeled in that mud — with her, forever.

"I can't go through that fence unless you promise me," she panted in his mouth, and every single fiber in his body told him not to promise anything. He wanted to grab her instead, take her back, tuck her somewhere safe, and keep her as his own.

"Ok," he whispered.

A gush of hot air landed on his face as she gave a short laugh.

"Ok what?" She smiled against his mouth, her teeth colliding with his lips.

"I… promise."

"'Atta boy," he felt the words before he heard them, and she kissed him once more, and he could've drowned in that kiss. In those words.

"I'll never forget this," she said, lips wet with all that rain, eyes blinking through the drops that slithered down her face and got caught in her lashes.

I'll never forget you.

"No problem."

"No problem…? God. Could you get any more charming?"

She thought he was charming…

"Just one more thing, hero."

She bit her lip, looked down on the soaked grass, then up at him, and smiled.

“What’s with the hood? I really don’t get it. You look super nice.” She winked an eye at him. And then she turned and crawled through that hole and vanished into the darkness.

He was left alone in the descending rain, and there he had remained ever since.

He was convinced he still had her scent on him. He never washed that shirt he had been wearing the day he lifted her in his lap. He tried to catch her from it, and for a few days, he thought he actually did. But then that scent became only a memory.

Nevertheless, it followed him everywhere. No one knew that he was encompassed by it. That he was shrouded with her as he walked the base or rose on the plane.

Days passed by, and he still felt her lips on his own. Her taste in his mouth. Felt her legs around him, her soft walls surrounding him.

He replayed the frenzied vision over and over again in his head to remind himself that he had truly been inside her. That he had made her produce all those sounds. Made her clench around him and smell like honeydew and summers by the lake. He realized that he had started to truly live only after he had opened the door to that bleak room full of her. And then his life froze like a movie that was pressed on an eternal pause as he saw the soles of her boots push against the muddy ground to get her through that fence and away from him.

Three weeks passed — three weeks without her.

He did his job, went on missions, and executed orders to the letter.

But mostly, he was in his thoughts.

Mostly, he thought of her.

He thought of her when he had a rifle in his hand during ops. He thought of her during briefings, when he did deadlifts, racked a barbell after bench press, or sparred with training knives.

He thought of her in showers, in the mess hall, and most of all, in bed at night when he stroked himself to a release that eased his sleep.

He had never been so virile, not even as a teen. His libido was off the roof as the only thing he could think about was how he could get to jerk himself off in the shower stall or in his bunk after the day was done. Thoughts of her were his reward, the only thing that seemed to sustain him.

She was the most radiant thing in his life: everything else had faded away, turned to gray and black. Monotone, lifeless, empty. The pain faded for a while every time he came into his fist. Then it hit him with an even more crippling force as he realized that she wasn't real; she wasn't here.

Still, he fantasized what it would be like to hold her after, how they would drift off to sleep together. He envisioned her skin, her scent, her hair. The top of her head against his chin, her little hands around his neck, her laugh, all of it.

Sometimes when he had a hard day, he fantasized how her body would press softly against his back, and she would slide an arm around him, and it would disappear beneath his shirt. Her palm would come and rest right where his heart was, and she would just hold him.

On the worst days, he cried. He thought of the bullies and what they would say and how they would laugh if they saw him now, curled up in the soiled sheets with a cock in his hand, falling asleep on a tear-soaked pillow.

After a few months, he started to dissolve.

He got reckless on the field — jumped out of the helo before it had even landed properly, was all sloppy with his cover, wasted bullets, and revealed his position for the sake of getting up close and personal, for having the satisfaction of killing his opponents with a knife or with his bare hands.

People complained. Hutch complained, Fender complained — even Zero complained.

Some said it was just good old König, that he didn't care. Medics said he had a guardian angel with him when he never got hit, got barely even scratched when at the same time, some of the best operators were severely injured.

And some saw right through it.

"He fell in love with that sniper bitch. That's what's wrong with 'im," Conor had said.

He had nearly attacked the man for what he said — what he had called her. His angel.

But he knew that's what Conor wanted: to taunt him into making a mistake that would result in his dismissal from the force. Would probably destroy his chances to continue a career anywhere in the military. And then he would quickly find himself in civilian life, where he had never quite fit into.

"Promise me you won't get killed."

He had promised her to stay alive, and he couldn't disappoint her. So it became a prayer. Every night he made an offering to her, so she would keep him safe. No bullet could touch him. He knew that somehow she could feel his longing, the love he had for her. She would protect her like the war maiden that she was. And even if he caught that bullet, he knew it would only take him to heaven. She had already carried him there.

Six months without her, and people started to fear him.

His teammates looked at him with dread as he geared up for missions with the secret knowledge that he was practically immortal. The team leader said he resembled a machine, and he took it as a compliment. Even Lieutenant kept his mouth shut and looked at him with something akin to respect.

But he got even more time off when he wanted the exact opposite. He was pretty sure that there was a note in his file now. Right after the screaming red words released a prisoner without the requisite order from a superior officer. A comment that said he was behaving wrong, that he was unstable or something. They offered him cognitive therapy, sleeping pills, meditation groups, ice baths, even acupuncture. He turned it all down, knowing that it was no use.

And so they sent him home more and more often.

It was even worse there. He never wanted the leaves, but KorTac was firm in their protocol. Contract soldiers needed time off duty to prevent "substantial impairment concerning the operator's ability to work." Even if he wanted to, he couldn't stay in the barracks and get every mission he could get his hands on.

He sat in his apartment, slept late, went for a swim, went to the gym, and came back to sit and sleep. He thought of her when he walked the streets with a hole in his chest, a hole as deep as the Mariana Trench. He saw her in all the women of the same height and weight as her. At some point, he realized he had never paid so much attention to women as he did now.

"Go get a pint and a girl, König. Just get it out of your head."

Zero meant well, but he could've punched him too for saying that.

He didn't want a girl; he wanted her.

Pint sounded good, though. He had visited the nearest pub only a few times before, but the place had only reminded him that he was not home and that pubs were different from bierstubes. But right now, he didn't want to go back to that cold, dark flat to stare at the ceiling and wait till sleep would come.

He pushed the door open and stomped his feet on the mat even though it didn't rain outside. He walked further into the dimly lit hall and saw that early evening wasn't the busiest time in this place: more than half of the tables were empty.

And then he looked for the counter and saw her.

His Kriegsmädchen was there.

His Walküre was here.

She was here and looked just the way he remembered her — no, even more luminous. Glowing.

Perhaps he had finally lost it. But he kept looking, blinking, and saw her fingertips curl around a glass, saw the hair she had tied into a high ponytail, the smile that spread across her face just before she laughed.

The angelic sound went straight between his legs and stabbed a hole in his gut, and he was bleeding — months and months of pain, right there in the hallway of a quiet pub.

She was alive and safe, laughing, and so lovely that his hands started to tremble just as they had when his bullies approached him back in school. It was odd because she was everything but. He took a step, heart thumping and palms sweating, like he was approaching an enemy he knew he had to finish with his bare hands.

He walked to the counter in the eye of a storm, and she evaded his gaze and tried to act like she didn't even notice that some man was striding toward her.

Did men approach her often?

Of course they did. And she tried to look like an immovable stone, a prey that wouldn't draw attention.

"Walküre?"

And only then did she turn her gaze, eyes filled with both fear and hope.

Her mouth opened, and she drew a sharp breath, shoulders tense. He had to fight tooth and nail to not grab her and press her against that counter or kiss her, devour her while he carried her off out that door...

"... Valkyrie?" Her friend repeated sarcastically, with a birth of a laugh on her lips, staring at him like he was a circus attraction. He didn't spare even a glance her way.

Couldn't, because he was mesmerized by the most soothing gaze in the world.

"Hi," she breathed, voice almost breaking.

His eyes went straight to her lips as she said it, the sound far too similar in his mind to the breaths that had escaped her in that dull, grey room.

She cleared her throat and swallowed.

"Kate, this is… Siegfried. A friend from my old job."

He knew he should move, look to the side, and say hello. Act normal. But he couldn't move, couldn't even blink.

She pursed her lips and looked down at her drink, at her friend, and then back up at him.

"Nice to meet you," her friend spoke, and he finally managed to turn his eyes toward her and nod slowly.

“You must be the battering ram.” She took a sip of her drink with a flash of eyebrows.

He heard a sharp inhale from beside him and only wanted to ignore everything and everyone else in the room except for the one who gasped like that.

“You know, the one they send to charge through doors?”

“Done that too.”

The friend called Kate's eyes widened from the stare he knew made most people uncomfortable.

"What are you doing here?"

His angel spoke, and he turned. She was looking even more beautiful with flushed cheeks. It was strange to see her like this: sitting gracefully on that bar stool, wearing jeans and a bit of mascara. She wasn't covered in dirt and sleepless nights and fear, and he realized that he never wanted to see her like that again. He wanted her safe and sound, and happy; even if she had come on this earth to fight, just like he, even if she was deadly with a rifle. Even if she was a more able-bodied sniper than he ever could be.

"To get a lager."

"No, I mean," she laughed, sending warmth between his legs, "Why are you here, here?"

After a blink or two, he realized she meant the town.

"I'm on leave. I live here."

"Oh." She bit her lip. "Kate, um. Would you… Would you mind if we catch up a bit?"

He saw from the corner of his eye that the woman looked him up and down, and then a smile started to creep up her face.

"You know what June, I think I'm gonna head home. You two catch up for as long as you need and I'll see ya later, ok?"

Her name was June.

Like midsummer fests and seagulls and Radler.

Honey and raindrops…

"I'll go grab a table," he declared, thinking how odd that sounded, thinking whether his English was somehow off. As if he was going to physically grab a table and raise it in the air...

Kate chuckled behind his back as he turned and headed for a darker, more private corner.

"Jesus Christ, June… I knew you did some special commando shit, but that guy is -"

"Will you keep your voice down?"

"I mean… If you catch up all night, I doubt you'll be able to walk tomorrow."

"Kate…! "

The rest of the exchange of words faded as he reached the table and adjusted the chairs to be able to sit down.

Then he noticed that he was still wearing his jacket and got up to take it off. He saw her coming with her drink in hand, and she flashed a smile at him as he threw the leather bomber across the chair next to him.

"Nice jacket."

He looked down at the dark brown leather, worn and looking mostly what people called vintage or something.

"You gonna go get that beer, sweetie?"

Sweetie.

Sweetie.

"Ja," he nodded, turned, and marched back to the counter.

He ordered a beer, then asked what the lady over there was having.

"I think she, ah… ordered a mojito." The bartender extended his neck to the side to glance at their table. "Yeah, that's a mojito."

"One of those as well."

The man gave him a look that distinctly said You really think you're gonna get some of that? He didn't know what it was in his aura that told people he was a loser. Or a menace. And he didn't know which of those looks made the pain worse. But all of it faded instantly as she greeted him with a shy smile when he returned to the table with the drinks.

"Oh, you shouldn't have… I haven't even finished this one." She raised those lovely eyes at him, smiling, smiling… "Thank you, König."

Her fingertips brushed his as he gave it to her, the glass sweating with tiny cold drops of condensed water. She had pale pink, almost nude nail polish that made her nails look shiny and pure, her hands even more delicate. She watched as he scoured through the chairs to take a seat, pick a coaster and place his own glass on the table.

"A big one."

She then turned those playful faerie eyes on him, and he was suddenly grateful that he had picked the loose, black cargo pants to wear today… and that he was sitting.

"This is considered a small beer where I come from."

"I'm sure it is," she chuckled. The tight, white t-shirt she wore reminded him of the first time he had seen her, even though it was not one of those heavy cotton, military shirts. He grabbed the beer to do something, anything, and raised it to his lips, almost pouring the liquid all over him when he took a sip. She watched him gulp and smiled even wider. He was half hard at that point and had to spread his legs to accommodate and conceal what was happening in his pants and under the table.

"What about you, Walküre? What are you doing here?"

"I'm helping a friend -uh, Kate. She had an awful breakup."

He nodded and kept picking up his beer, drinking a small sip and trying to hit the center of the coaster as he set the glass back down.

"You're not with SpecGru anymore?"

"I signed off one week after… After. You know."

"I'm sorry to hear that," he said, even though he wasn't sorry at all. At least, not for the fact that she was out of harm's way.

"Nah, don't be. It was for the best. I'm able to sleep at night and everything."

She had trouble sleeping? Maybe that's why she looked even more radiant than before. She had slept well.

"I was worried about you."

"Really?" she tilted her head to the side, and her eyes started to shine even brighter.

"... that you might not find your way home."

"I'm a big girl. Trained with the Green Berets and everything.. But it warms my heart to hear that. I worried about you, too."

"You did?"

"Yeah. Sure, I mean… I was afraid you'd get into some trouble because of me."

Someone laughed at the next table, but the unexpected sound reached him through a comfortable haze; like he was sitting underwater. The battlefield wasn't nearly as distressing an environment as this peaceful pub - or any other place he rarely visited. But this time, with her, it was not too bad. His senses were blown wide, but he wasn't afraid.

"Also ja… They did yell at me."

"That's horrible. I could never yell at you."

He felt himself nearly choke on the beer, tried to breathe through his nose, and forced the liquid down with an audible gulp.

"You kept your promise," she said in a low voice, her smile fading slightly. Her eyes locked with his, and he basked in the warmth.

"Natürlich."

I prayed for you every single night, Kriegsmädchen.

She gave him a small, sad smile and looked down, swirling her ice-filled glass.

"You know I…" she started, took a breath, then another. "I've missed you, König."

He squeezed the tall glass before realizing that it might actually break at some point.

"I've missed you too, Walküre."

He looked at his beer, still halfway full, and then at the completely untouched drink he had brought her.

"You want to go to my place?"

Part 3:

[drghostwrite]

You are the Calm to my Chaos

Honestly this woman doesn’t get enough love, and y’all voted to change that so here we are.

Pairing: Maria Hill x fem!reader

Summary: Y/N is an avenger (1st female super soldier)and Maria is second in command for SHEILD, they work closely and are good friends but what happens when a villain attacks and everything goes wrong. Will friends stay friends or will their relationship take a turn?

******************************************************** You flipped up the next page in the file you were reading and leaned back in your chair. You looked at your apple watch seeing the screen light up revealing that you’ve been at this for 12 long hours. You heard the door to your office slide and looked up being greeted by the one and only, Maria Hill, who stood holding two coffees chuckling to herself.

“Whaaaaat?” You playfully asked rubbing your eyes and then holding out your hand. She moved forward setting a coffee on the desk and sitting in front of you, you moved around and sat in the front of your desk and she propped her feet up next to you.

“Nothing,” she lied, she knew how picky you could be about appearances but she loved seeing you, hair pulled into a messy bun, glasses on and your shirt partly undone. You always were one to look put together and very rarely did anyone other than her get to see you like that and that made her happy she loved being able to see your eyes light up and see that smile after a long day.

“Maria?” You asked snapping her out of her little day dream.

“Oh sorry, I went out and thought you might want some coffee so I grabbed you a cold brew.” She laughed slightly and pointed to the coffee in your hand.

“Mmm I knew there was a reason I loved you.” You both laughed.

“So how’s it going?”

“We’ll between the new recruits, having to deal with tony and the budget and everything else, I kinda wish I was like Steve the leader,” you said and made air quotes.

“Oh but I’m sure your doing great, so far Fury hasn’t made any mention of you doing a bad job.”

“But I bet he hasn’t said anything about me doing good either,” you said disdain in your eyes.

“Y/N if he didn’t believe you be the best fit he wouldn’t have picked you, look you’re one of the most inspiring people I know and just because you aren’t the poster child like Steve, or playboy like Tony is you’re so much better because you are the leader here and on the field, you command respect in the office but when you’re fighting with the avengers and you go into command mode your smart and skillful and everything a true leader should embody.”

“Thanks, Maria.” You shyly looked at the coffee in your hands not making eye contact, if you had it your way you’d pull her into the most loving kiss but you were sure she wasn’t into that way so you kept it like this.

“So what’re you up to today?”

“Honestly not much Fury had me go check on the recruits and then….” All the sudden you heard a crash down the hall and the compound shook. “What is going on?” “I’m not sure.” You heard a metallic sound and before you knew it there a hole being blown into you office wall, rubble exploded in and there was ringing in your ears, you quickly jumped up and looked around. Your super soldier abilities helped you adjust quickly. You shouted Maria she had been thrown against the wall shelled by your desk, you ran over moving the desk and pulling her up.

“Are you okay?”

“Uhh I think so, Y/N I need to get to command.”

“Um okay, one sec.” You turned and punched a number into a panel on the wall, it slid open revealing a wall with a uniform and weapons, you grabbed the jacket and handed it to Maria it was fire, water and weapon resistant, grabbing the double holster with a pistol and ammo slipping it over your shoulders.Again a crash and the building jolted, you grabbed Maria’s hand pulling her into the hall, looking down the hall you saw small fires and smoke quickly filled the hall. You heard boots crunching and watched as men poured in through the hole, you pushed her the other way following behind making sure the men didn’t see. You ran through the maze of hallways, rounding a corner you saw more men, you quickly pulled Maria down another corridor and turned slamming into Bucky.

“God Bucky is it good to see you.” You let out a sigh.

“Not for long, Y/N it’s hydra.”

“Wait but I thought, no, it can’t be.”

“How do you know for sure?” Asked Maria as she noticed that you started to freak out, you were always known for your calm demeanor and having the never breaking, levelheaded, leader attitude, but this broke you.

“I saw their patches.”

“I…Bucky… I can’t go through that again.”

“I know doll.”

You stood there for a moment all the memories flossing back, the experiments, the pregnancy, blood and tears, the abuse and torture. Maria squeezed your hand grounding you as another gun shots quickly pulled you back to reality.

“Bucky I have to get to command but I need both of you in the field fending these guys off, can you do that?” He shook his head in response to her.

“Y/N,” she turned to you, “I’m gonna need you, come back to me.”

“Always.” You quickly turned and parted ways, watching her run towards command.

“You’re gonna need to tell her at some point.” Bucky chuckled pushing your arm.

“Yea well maybe if we both make it it if here alive, then I’ll do it in front of everyone even Fury.”

“I’ll hold ya to it, now how bout we go kick some Hydra ass.”

“I’ve never heard a better idea come out of your mouth.”

———time jump———

You and Bucky fought your way through swarms of hydra agents, you both listened as Natasha, Clint, Tony, Steve, Peter, Bruce and a few others cleared other wings through the compound. Everything was going good until you heard a man come over the loud speaker.

“Hello is this thing working, ahh yes. Well sounds like the little avengers are making a pretty good mess of my hydra agents, but by all means keep fighting, they will just keep coming until you all draw your last breath. Meanwhile though I’m going to ask that Y/N Avery and Bucky Barnes please report to command we have a special offer we’d like to extend. ”

You both turned and looked at each other, you quickly made your way back to command. You opened the doors but what you found wasn’t right there were multiple SHEILD and Hydra around the room some at the alive while others laid dead or dying, debris and smoke filled the room. Before you could turn around you felt as something made contact with your head, you spun trying to find footing and that’s when you were met with a fist, you swung but few of your punches were making contact, another pipe to the side of the head and your visor blurred dropping you to your knees. You heard shuffling and breaking of glass as Bucky fought but then he also hit the ground. You felt hands come around you pulling you up onto your knees, they pulled Bucky in next to you making you both kneel.

“My my my, what do we have here?”

“Who are you?” You choked out, you were bruised and bloodied.

“You mean you don’t recognize me, you both of all people should… I mean come on mom and dad I’m YOUR son after all.”

“What?” Bucky asked, looking to you.

“Wait that’s not possible, they told me you died that night, they took you from me.”

“Which is true but I didn’t die, oh no I’m very much alive, see after the experiment they took me and raised me but I always lived in your shadow. Son of the Winter Soldier and the Huntress the two most powerful super soldiers to ever walk the earth, but see what they didn’t realize was two super soldiers of your extent didn’t make me more powerful, no it canceled the serum out in my blood making me normal.”

“I carried you and even after having you I fought so hard for you, I couldn’t find you.” You explained.

“You’re my son?” Bucky added

“Yes DAD I’m your bastard son, the boy who grew up in labs being poked and prodded because no one could figure out how I want like my parents, powerful and smart and skillful.”

“I never wanted that for you, I never wanted to bring a baby into that life.”

“So why did you?”

“Hydra made me, they used our DNA to create you as a fetus and then forced me to carry and I did, I did everything in my power to make sure you made it into this world safely, including almost dying for you, but they told me you died after I had you.”

“It’s true I remember the screams, they were horrible before some of the nurses came to get her that night I remember the metallic smell of blood as she fought through hours of unnatural hard labor and I remember the sobs after.” Bucky said.

“I’m so so sorry.”

“I wanted nothing more in this life to be loved and I never got that so now I’m going to take everything you ever cared for but first I’m going to rob this world of two of its greatest heros.” He raised a gun the first aimed at the man next to you.

“Not on my watch you won’t,” you heard a gun discharge and you watched as blood pooled on the front of his shirt. He fell to the floor and the other gun skidded across the ledge. you looked up seeing Fury, he held the gun that just killed the man in front of you your son. SHEILD agents and the other avengers quickly filled the room as Maria ran up to you, pulling you into a hug. You winced as she hugged you tight and everyone came in Steve and Natasha went to Bucky as he stood there processing what had just happened.

“God Y/N I had no idea,” Bucky had turned to you.

“I really thought he had died that night, I didn’t know he was still alive I mean I almost died that night.”

“At least we got some closure, though I think we have some more things we need to get off our chest.” He motioned to the woman standing next to you.

“Y/N what’s he talking about, are you okay?” Maria asked studying your features. You tuned to her and smiled, “there’s something I’ve been needing to tell you and Buck here won’t let me wait any longer. Actually it might be batter if I just show you.” Before she could react you pulled her into a very chaste kiss, it was making Steve and Tony blush. As you pulled away she looked at you calmly.

“I’ve been waiting to do that for so long.” You said.

“if I’d have known I would’ve done it a long time ago, I had know idea though.”

“Maria Hill I’ve been in love with you since the day we met. You’re everything I needed strong, smart, beautiful, you’re the calm in my chaos.”

“Oh just shut up and kiss me again,” she said pulling you into another kiss this time everyone cheered and you got a few pats on the back once you pulled away.

“listen before we go any farther you have a lot of explaining to do.”

“in time everything I promise,” you gave her a quick kiss before she started directing teams on where to go and what to do. You walked up to Bucky.

“Hey I’m really sorry about this…”

“it’s not your fault Y/N, there’s no way we could’ve known.” You slowly nodded your head. “I am happy for you though, you deserve to be happy and finally get a family of your own.”

“Bucky, you’ll always be apart of my family, even if we get married and have lots of kids, I’ll never forget what we went through together.”

“Thanks Y/N.” You both hugged. This was going to be a long couple of days, with a lot of healing to be involved but you finally had the girl and nothing was going to tear you apart, and you finally had a family a place you could calm home even if it wasn’t the most traditional sense of the word.

[bakugo-dee]

WTF

Bakugo x Kirishima x Reader (female)

Warning: Some cursing

“What do you mean I am being benched?” you yelled at the Commissioner as you paced around the room. “I am the top Hero here, Tsukauchi! Why the heck would you do this to me? Besides, you know you need me for the next mission!?” “We received intel on current situations that threaten your safety. It seems that you are being targeted by the League of Villains (LV) and your recent run-in with Dabi has all agencies on high alert.” Tsukauchi sat behind his desk rubbing his temples as if trying to relieve a headache. “OH?! (you exclaimed, stopping in your tracks) All agencies huh?” “Yes. All agencies.” You crossed your arms and gave him a side glance “So��which one gave you the intel?” “Dynamight’s.” “Dynamight?!” you slammed your hands on his desk “Y…yes.” You knew better than to be taking your frustration out on the man in front of you. This turn of events wasn’t his doing after all. He was just following protocol. You pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration and softly sighed “I see.” You turned to exit the Commissioner’s office “(Y/H/N)…wh…where are you going? This is only temporary. At least until we can figure out why the League is after you.” “You already know why. And don’t worry,  I’ll be back. Right after I set HIS ass on FIRE!!!!” With a confused look on his face, Tsukauchi watched as you let the door slam behind you “His ass? She doesn’t mean Dynamight’s…does she?” 

No one at Hero Public Safety Commision (HPSC) knew of your current relationship with the #2 Hero Dynamight and the #8 Hero Red Riot. Due to your line of work, it was safer this way. Heck, other than Naomasa Tsukauchi, who had recently been elected President of the HPSC, no one even knew your true identity. The saddest part out of all this secrecy was that not even your own boyfriends knew just how powerful you were. 

Your telekinesis quirk had manifested at an early age and it quickly caught the attention of the HPSC. Your quirk not only allowed you to move objects, but you could also manipulate matter at will. Your limitation was your own imagination. The HPSC approached your family with an offer to have you trained as a member of an elite group of heroes but you would need to keep your abilities a secret. You were allowed to attend UA as part of the General Studies course and that’s where you met the boys.    

“UGH! DAMN YOU KATSUKI! Why the heck aren’t you answering your phone?” You threw your cell phone over to the passenger seat of your SUV. All your calls kept going to voicemail and he wasn’t reading any of your text messages. The staff at his agency wouldn’t tell you where he was, only that he wasn’t available. This of course was standard procedure. They don’t know your Dynamight’s girlfriend and as far as they’re concerned you could be a villain plotting to attack the #2 Hero. 

Your heart was racing with anger as you pulled up to the front gate and saw thier cars parked in the driveway. Trying to keep your calm, you think back to the day on the lake when the three of you confessed your feelings for each other. How the heck do 3 best friends fall in love with one another. The thought still baffled you but the past year had been so amazing and now here you were sharing a home with them. Even though you had some reservation at first. Things had been going great up until 2 weeks ago when you were approached by the notorious villain, Dabi. 

Your undercover job at the Hero Commission was working in the PR Department. You were at a mall signing with some sidekicks and that’s where Dabi saw you. He was scoping the scene to gain intel for the LV and took a liking to you. He had no clue who you were, much less that you were a Secret Agent for the HPSC or in a relationship with the #2 and #8 Heroes. He managed to corner you behind the stage and struck up a conversation. Before you knew it he was trying to recruit you into the League of Villains and then tried kidnapping you when you refused. After a brief scuffle which led to a fight between him and the present Heroes, he escaped and you managed to walk away with only a few minor burns. However, the whole ordeal freaked out your overprotective boyfriends and for the past few weeks they have been pushing you to quit your job and stay home where they could keep you safe. Their lack of faith in your abilities has made you bitter towards them but then how could you blame them, they don’t know what you’re capable of.  

You rush into the house and are quickly greeted by Kirishima hugging you. “Hey baby! You’re home early. Wha…what are you wearing?” In your rush to get home to confront Katsuki you forgot to change out of your hero costume. “Ummm…Nevermind that…where is HE?!?!” “Bakugo?” “YES! Bakugo! Where the HELL is he?!” “Baby are you ok? You seem a little agitated.” “OH! I seem a little agitated. I am way passed agitated! Where the FUCK is he RED?!” “Ummm…baby??” You push a stunned Kirishima aside and head to the outdoor training facility. He chased after you, but to his surprise you were so much faster than him. At this point you are so angry that you are no longer in control of your quirk and flames start to spread all over your body.     

You smash the doors to the training facility “BAKUGO KATSUKI!!!!” You have now unleashed the full power of your quirk and are flying high engulfed in flames. Bakugo is staring at you in horror and disbelief. “Princess??? You…you…can fly? What the CRAP!?” You start shooting flames and hurling nearby objects at him simultaneously. “Baby Girl? What the…? Stop…you idiot.” He tries to dodge your attacks but one after another you land them all. You manage to pin him under a boulder, knocking him unconscious. “(Y/N)!!!!” Kirishima finally runs in “STOP!!!! What are you doing? You’re going to kill him!” and with those words you look down to where Katsuki is lying. The shock of what you have just done over takes you and you collapse to the ground in tears. “Katsuki? I…I…I’m sorry.” You lift the boulder off of him as Kirishima rushes to his side. 

“Is…is he ok?” “He’s unconscious. We need to get him to the hospital. He might have head trauma.” “What?” “Com’on.” Kirishima lifts him up in one swoop and the two of you rush to the car. You climb in the back seat of the truck and Kiri places Bakugo in your lab. “Katsuki…babe…I am so sorry. Please be ok. I didn’t mean to…” You say softly as your tears fall onto his face. “Baby…please…I am sorry. Please…I was just so angry.” “(Y/N), what the hell is going on? What was that? I’ve never seen you display that type of power before. Where did that come from?” “This is my power.” you reply with a heavy sigh and tears streaming down your face. “What?” “Kiri…please just get us to the hospital. I’ll explain everything later.” “Ok baby but…um…I am not going to lie…uh…I am pretty terrified of you right now.” “I’m pretty terrified of myself too. (you look down at Katsuki) Baby…can you hear me?” He opens his eyes slightly “Princess…you dumbass…what the heck was that?” “OH BABY! Shhhhh…don’t talk. We are taking you to the hospital. I am sooooo sorry.”

Once at the hospital, Bakugo is quickly taken in to see a healer. You and Kirishima are sitting across from each other in the waiting room. Normally he would be all over you in situations like this but after what he just witnessed, he’s been keeping his distance and you don’t blame him. Your phone rings “Hey. I am at the hospital. Can you come meet me here? Great. Thanks.” “Who was that?” “The Commissioner.” “What? Why is he calling you?” You don’t respond to Kirishima’s questions. The nurse walks in “He has been asking for you both. You can go in and see him now.” You walk in silence to his room. Kirishima walks in first. “Katsuki! Are you ok babe?” “Yeah…shity hair…I am fine. Where is (y/n)?” You step out from behind Kirishima. “Hey.” “Hey? Is that all you have to say to me?” He is angry but not as angry as you expect. “What the FUCK was that? Since when do you have that kind of power?” “I was angry at you. You had me benched.” “What? What do you mean I had you benched?” “Your agency. They called the HPSC and had me benched.” “Princess…you’re going to need to do some more explaining than that because I don’t have a fucking clue as to what you're talking about Dumbass and what the HECK are you wearing!” Just then, Naomasa Tsukauchi walks in. “(Y/H/N)?” “It’s ok, Tsukauchi. You can call me by my real name here.” Bakugo and Kirishima are both staring at you in confusion. “Um (y/n)…why is the Commissioner here and why did he just call you (Y/H/N)?” “Because that’s my Hero name.” Bakugo and Kirishima are both staring at you with a look of confusion “WHAT THE FUCK?!!!”