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TF141 & sexy clothes
Gaz absolutely supports you wearing whatever you feel sexy in. however, in his heart of hearts, he believes the sexiest thing you can wear around him is your pjs, your ratty old tees, your sleep shirts, your big hoodies, your slouchy garbage clothes. he just wants to know you're comfortable. not to mention the idea of you letting him see you the way nobody else gets to... letting yourself be totally vulnerable around him... that lights up a certain (slightly needy) (slightly possessive) part of his brain. interesting how easily his hands can slide past the hem of your clothes when they're bigger and slouchier, too.
Ghost loves lingerie, though. like wrapping a present just for him. it's less about the lace (or the bows, or the straps, or the leather, whatever you prefer) and more about the time and attention you're expending to make yourself look all sexy. all this work? for him? even if his usual compulsion is to act aloof and pretend it's no big deal, he can't hide the greedy way his eyes devour you--for me? don't mind if i do. it's a toss-up whether he decides to unwrap you completely or just push his calloused hands into your lil outfit and muss you up until it's not covering anything anymore. or maybe he'll just leave the wrapping on so he can keep admiring all your hard work while he pumps into you.
Price says he loves you in lingerie, and he does. he doesn't tell you how fucking crazy you drive him when you're dressed for business. that might mean the clothes you wear into the office every day; it might mean fatigues; it might mean a particular uniform; it might be sportswear. he's big into seeing you focused and in your element--your competence is sexy--while also knowing there are so few layers he'd need to peel off before he could have you completely forgetting yourself if he wanted. and hey! if the lace at the top of your thigh-highs happens to be peeking out from under your pencil skirt, or if your ass fills out your uniform just right? that's just fine with him. you do you. (for now. he'll do you later.)
Soap's preferences are simple. he likes access. skirts. dresses. obviously, if he could convince you to be naked 100% of the time, he would. sundresses are pretty, though. so are your studded black skirts if you're gothy. or your sharp, practical, form-fitting pencil skirts if you're professional. you can even wear a kilt if you'd like. his kilt. he doesn't mind. (he only asks that you wear it as it's meant to be worn--without a thing underneath.) on days you do wear a dress or skirt, you're lucky to make it out of the house without him darting after you, pulling the hem up your thighs, and wondering aloud how you managed to find any undergarments at all; he'd swear he hid every last pair. he peels your underwear off--don't protest, hen; you know how this works--and after that, your chances of getting out the door are slim to none.
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Yours, ours, mine.
Imagine you are Bucky's wife. Steve has retired. He came back, after returning the stones. He gave Sam the shield. Steve lives with you and Bucky.
The more Steve sees you and Bucky, the more he pictures such life for himself. He fucks around with random girls. But all he can imagine is your face. Moaning your name, everytime he comes.
You roam freely in the house, having no clue about Steve's fascination with you.
He has set a camera in your bedroom. He jerks himself to the sight, of you and Bucky having sex. He is obsessed with your curves and figure. He loves seeing you naked.
When Bucky is out for work, Steve gets all touchy with you. You try to maintain distance. So he comes with a solution. He adds sleeping pills in your tea. Once you are knocked out, he sleeps next to you. Gently undresses you. Paying extra attention to your pussy, sucking your breasts like his life depends on them. Hands exploring your body, like he is worshipping you.
But he wants more. He wants to be balls deep buried in you.
He starts to gaslight Bucky. Picking up on his insecurities. "What if she gets bored of being alone for months, when you are out on missions?", "what about her needs?", "what if she finds someone else?".
Bucky pleads to him to stop. Steve assures him, he'll take care of you. Steve makes Bucky say that "Bucky himself is okay with Steve taking care of your his needs."
Bucky leaves for the mission happily, relieved his best friend will take care of you.
Steve is happy, to finally make you his.
You have no clue about this.
(Should I write about this?)
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Hey! Not sure if you do requests, sorry if you don’t! If you want to, could you do a story where a supervillain typically goes easy on a group of rookie heroes, as he usually fights them just for fun, and could destroy them if he wanted.
He just lets them think they can beat him.
Then, something happens (maybe they cross a line, and one of the heroes tries to stop their team from crossing that line but they don't listen) where the supervillain shows them just how powerful he actually is?:
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Hi there Annablogsposts! I do requests, I’m just typically really slow getting to them, lol. I’d love to write this for you! Thanks for requesting this, here you go!
Hero entered the meeting room, where Leader and the rest of their team were already talking.
“So we’re in agreement, then?” Leader asked.
Teammate One nodded.
“If we take Henchman, we can interrogate them and learn more about Supervillain’s plans than we ever could through just reconnaissance.”
“Woah woah woah,” Hero said, “are we talking kidnapping?”
“Uh, yeah?” Teammate Two said, quirking an eyebrow.
Hero shifted their weight from one foot to the other.
“But isn’t kidnapping, I don’t know, wrong? I mean, Henchman doesn’t even have powers- they’re not even in the field most of the time. Why would we-”
Leader folded their arms across their chest.
“Hero, do you want to stop Supervillain or not? Desperate times call for desperate measures. Now, Teammate One is going to be look-out, while you-”
“No,” Hero said.
Leader blinked.
“No?”
“No,” Hero repeated, “I’m sorry, but I can’t be a part of something that goes against my morals, not to mention what we stand for. None of us should even be talking about this, let alone actually going through with it!”
Hero didn’t wait for Leader’s response. They turned and left the meeting room, only stopping when they got back to their own room.
…
Hero jolted awake, stirred by the sounds of a struggle. They checked the clock. Three in the morning. Their team must have gone through with it after all.
Hero crept into the room that had been set up as a holding cell. They peeked in and saw Henchman, battered and bloody, breathing hard. Hero’s eyes widened. Their own team did this!?
Hero unlocked the door and knelt by the criminal. Their eyes were glassy and dilated. Drugged. It wasn’t even a fair fight.
“I’m gonna help you,” Hero whispered.
“Hero?” Henchman croaked dazedly.
Hero had already left, bolting to the med bay to get supplies. They rushed back into the cell and got to work.
“This is more Teammate Two’s thing, but I’m gonna try my best,” Hero said quietly.
The room was silent, save for the occasional whimper from Henchman. When Hero finished, they had stitched up the deeper wounds and bandaged the more shallow ones.
Hero opened their mouth to ask a question when the far wall exploded into tiny bits. Supervillain stood there, a dark look on their face.
“Henchman?” Supervillain called.
“In here!” Henchman slurred.
Supervillain rushed to their right hand’s side.
“Who did it? One of them, or all of them?” Supervillain asked.
“A-all but this one,” Henchman said, nodding to Hero.
Supervillain looked up at Hero. Their eyes drifted to the medical supplies, and Hero’s bloodied hands.
“Not one for breaking the rules, hm?” Supervillain asked.
Hero sat frozen in shock. Supervillain had never been able to take out a wall like that before. Supervillain had always had minimal powers. How did they do this?
“Hero, wait for me outside,” Supervillain said, “and take Henchman with you.”
Hero opened their mouth, but no sound came out.
“Come on,” Henchman said, struggling to get up.
That spurred Hero into action. They helped Henchman up, and took them outside, stepping over bits of rubble and letting Henchman put their weight on them for support.
Hero turned.
“What are you gonna do?” they asked timidly.
Supervillain adjusted their gloves, their fingers curling into fists.
“What I should have done a long time ago.”
…
Hero waited outside until they heard the screaming. Those were their team’s voices. They laid Henchman down, leaning them up against a tree.
“I need to go help them,” Hero said, “stay here.”
“Thought you’d say that,” Henchman grunted, pulling something from a concealed pocket in their boot.
Hero barely had time to question what it was before the object was slammed into their thigh.
“Sorry, kid,” Henchman said, “but you don’t need to get hurt on account of them.”
Hero’s world spun. They stumbled, falling to the ground right next to Henchman. Henchman positioned them against their chest, so they’d be more comfortable. Hero drifted off a moment later.
…
Supervillain dusted themselves off, stepping over the mess of unconscious bodies strewn about the room. They approached Henchman, taking note of Hero, fast asleep.
“They tried to run in?” Supervillain asked knowingly.
Henchman shrugged, nodding.
“Poor thing,” Supervillain sighed, “we’ll sort them out. They deserve better.”
Supervillain picked both Henchman and Hero up with ease, as though they were little more than a few feathers. They flew off, back to their base. The rest of the team would wake up so see themselves and their compound in shambles. Hero, on the other hand, would wake up in a lavish bedroom. It pays to not anger the most powerful Supervillain in the world.
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I missed a couple of tag games - I'll catch up on those I've been tagged in soon! So here is me using that as an excuse to share a snippet because I'm once again working on the fake dating fic and Eddie was an idiot so I had to share.
Fuck it tease tidbit wip frituewedthursday 👍
“Am I sleeping in your old room again?” Christopher asks him, playing with a card left on the table promoting some landmark nearby.
“Pretty sure you are. My sisters are staying in their own old bedrooms. But their beds were always bigger than mine, so they can sleep peacefully with their husbands. Meanwhile I doubt Buck and I fit in my old one. He's too big.”
“Gee, thanks,” Buck answers sarcastically.
“Ah, come on. You know I love how big you are.”
Pepa, who was about to take a sip of her water, chokes.
Buck pulls away to look at Eddie with raised eyebrows. “You’re killing your tía.”
“I didn’t mean it like that!” Eddie says quickly, his face burning red from embarrassment.
“I hate you,” Christopher mumbles, hitting his face on the table.
“No! Not like that!” Eddie says again, “Oh God.”
Buck snorts, “You’re never going to live this down.”
Pepa is still coughing, pounding her fist on her chest, “You should probably watch your words around Abuela, lest she gets a heart attack.”
“Uhg,” Eddie groans and he hides his face in his hands.
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Sirius was careless.
He'd rip his clothes and laugh, lose a broom and not care, spill whisky on the couch without a glance down. He was careless with his people too. He'd say brash things that hurt feelings, give too much truth, bark too loud a laugh. He didn't notice, or maybe just didn't care.
Pansy noticed though.
He was around a lot more since Draco finally pulled his balls out of his pocket and started dating Harry.
When he was around she found someone to watch who was far more interesting than anyone else in high wizarding society. She set aside her silent judgement and cutting comments in favour of careful contemplation.
He was a slash of neon in her pastel life. She couldn't look away and he liked that.
The first time they slept together, in the back of his old Mustang, he dropped her off and she did her best to not be hurt by his nonchalance. To not wince as he drove away with a squeal of tires.
It was casual.
It didn't matter that she knew how to decode him better than anyone else, that she knew his moods by the weight of a footstep, or his desire by the tightness of his grip.
Her favorite bra ended up in his dresser, a toothbrush by his sink. She slept better wrapped in his cigarette scent than in her silk sheets at home. But she knew from the start that he would break her heart.
Her boy broke all his favorite toys.
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Can't wait to write more fics and snippets inspired by ttpd 🙌 (and Chappel Roan, and others)
Also can't wait to submit them all to the @ttpd-tears-and-all fest 💕💕
#harry potter#harry potter fanfiction#hp fanfic#fanfic#rarepair#snippet#sirius black#pansy parkinson
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Little snippet of the new chapter??? 🙏🏼🤲🏼
“This is—“ She paused, turned to look at Devera. “I don’t know your first name,” she said, a bit perplexed to realize it. She’d known Devera for nearly two years. “Do you have one?”
Devera offered her a droll look. “Of course I have one.”
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So as you might know - I am bit of a clown. This entails telling myself I'll write a drabble - that will then turn into a whole fic.
I am trying to not make it overly long but... eh, let's see. Here's a snippet of a new spicy fic:
Inspired by "Too Sweet" by Hozier.
"The whisky neat and the strawberries sweet"
- coming soon!
#astarion#astarion x tav#astarion ancunin#bg3#baldurs gate 3#poro writes#wip#snippet#astarion x you#astarion x reader
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don't think about astarion and halsin trauma-bonding after Tav falls asleep in the arms of two drow siblings, that have been whispering about how to flee, before chatting up the group to make numbers for the night.
don't think about halsin staring at the ceiling, bear form gone, now bare and naked and sighing and aching and looking at the drow and not remembering why it's so bad that his hand is tangled in halsin's hair, holding, not pulling, but something about it is so deeply unsettling and if he could just remember -
astarion's look is fixed on Tav.
they promised. he can have all the time in the world. all the time in the world meant nothing to someone who actually had it - Tav was supposed to be different. and of course astarion said yes and bend over like the good whore he was, and made all the right sounds, touched all the right spots, serviced and was served, yet still - had he any substance that wasn't the blood from another in his system, he would vomit it out. disgusted.
"why?" he whispers to himself, and halsin hesitates for a moment, not sure if astarion meant to ask it aloud.
"what do you mean?" halsin whispers back, taking the hand of the drow from his hair, freeing himself.
yet again.
astarion stopped, his thoughts running, but the words wouldn't come.
the touches, the hunger in Tav's eyes, the pleading for carnal love on their lips, the way the drow pulled his clothes away with just a glance, fingertips trailing over scars etched into his back by his former master, gripping him tight - why not
just sitting by the fireplace, holding each other, why not patience, why always another fallen soldier on the battlefield his body had become over the last two hundred years, why another lover in the sheets but never in his heart, why did it have to be tav?
the one person astarion trusted.
"nothing."
"nothing too."
halsin whispered back, a tear running over his cheek as he watched the ceiling, and the darkness sunk into him, sapping his joy as he remembered. the scar of the chain that bound him was still on his wrist, deep enough to not heal again. he didn't remember how many times his captors enjoyed his body, his essence, taunted and teased until the bear came out, unleashed the worst in him for their entertainment, and a sinking feeling in his chest made rest impossible.
he shifted, wanting to wander into the forest, but the bustling streets of nighttime city life only slowed him down. there was no place to flee from this anyway.
astarion could feel halsin's hand slip into his, not saying a word, a mutual understanding between the two.
it was nothing, really.
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Anyway now that everyone's confused, have a chapter 49 snippet
Remus Lupin: Peter's asking me why he hasn't been added back to the group chat yet.
Sirius Black added Peter Pettigrew
Sirius Black: Stop fucking leaving then
Peter Pettigrew: You were supposed to add me back right after I left!
James Potter: but every time you leave the chat it becomes harder to forgive
harder to forget
harder to reconcile
especially when i later come to you for help and you cruelly rebuff me
Remus Lupin: What are you on about?
Peter Pettigrew: James asked me to teach him the full functionality of Excel yesterday and I said no.
Remus Lupin: Why did you need to know the full functionality of Excel?
Peter Pettigrew: Some Lily related reason, probably.
James Potter: first of all peter
if you're going to keep exiting the group chat in a huff you may as well vlookup new friends
we four are meant to be a merged cell and i've had it with you exporting yourself elsewhere then deciding to pivot table your way back in
Peter Pettigrew: ......WHAT?
James Potter: see? i can learn excel all by myself
Remus Lupin: You've clearly just Googled a glossary of Excel terms.
James Potter: a full understanding of the terminology is a vital step towards excel proficiency my friend
Sirius Black: I'd love to take the piss too but he is actually using Excel for a serious reason
James Potter: that's right
and now that i know how to wrap text and expand column widths it's over for you people
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I wrote this scene because I'm falling in love with someone and that has been making me stray a bit from angst and start writing happier poems🥹❤️
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TF141 reactions to "can you get this thing off the top shelf for me?"
inspired by @cod-dump's height hcs :)
chronologically:
you ask PRICE first. seems like a harmless enough question to you but he just says, "what kind of captain would i be if i solved all your problems for you?"
what the fuck, you think.
"you can do it," he says. "problem-solve. think tall thoughts."
then SOAP walks by, so you ask him next. he sees price standing there looking highly amused (and you looking highly irritated). soap would never, never miss an opportunity to cause problems on purpose, and if price is already picking on you, well...
you're relieved for half a second when soap reaches up and grabs the box you wanted. he opens it, grabs a handful of the granola inside (THAT YOU WANTED) and tosses it into his own mouth. then he puts the box back. on a higher shelf.
by the time GAZ notices what's happening, you're halfway climbing up the shelves to get it your damn self. he sees the shelves leaning away from the wall dangerously and obviously he pushes them back into place with one hand and pulls you back to the ground with the other. does not understand your exasperation with him; he was keeping you from cracking your head open??
so finally GHOST comes up behind you both and grabs the box you want. he turns. offers it to you. finally.
when you go to grab it from him, he keeps ahold of it and leans in. he would like you to share.
...
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🫃 and 🧑🧒 sound really interesting and I’d love to know more🩷🩷
🫃 omegaverse fic WARNING: mention of throwing up
Bobby does, making a swerve that would make Athena both proud and furious, and a moment later Buck opens the door and throws up everything he ate that day. Cars drive by, honking at them, making him feel panicked and anxious. Embarrassment floods through him, but he can’t help it. His body has a mind of its own.
👨👧 buck finds out he has a daughter fic - this is more than just one paragraph because once I started writing for this, I couldn't stop, so as a thank you, here's a full on snippet
Suddenly a thought pops up in his head. “Hey, Eds?”
“Hmm?” Eddie responds sleepily.
“What if she wants to take my last name?” Buck asks. “But… When we get married, I want to take your name. We’d have a problem.”
Eddie yawns, “Baby, we’ll figure it out.”
Buck nods, but his mind doesn’t shut up about it. Would she be up to changing her last name again? Does that cost money? Should he not change his name for her sake? He never cared about the Buckley name and the moment he realized he was in love with Eddie, he fantasized about being a Diaz.
“Eddie?” he says again.
“Hmm?” Eddie sounds even more sleepier than before, like he’s barely awake.
“I want to get married.”
Eddie hums again, “I know. We’ve talked about it.”
“No, I mean now. Well, not right now because it is almost midnight, but… soon. This month. This week. Maybe tomorrow?”
That wakes Eddie up quickly. Eddie sits up, making Buck sit up too. “Buck?”
“Yes?”
“You’re not asking this because you feel like you have to, right?” Eddie asks him.
Buck sighs, “I mean, it would fix every problem I could think of. You’d immediately be her stepfather. We can both take your last name. Buying a house together would be a lot easier.”
“Buck…”
“But”, Buck cuts him off, “It’s not just that. I love you, Eddie. I have for a long time. And… I don’t want to wait any longer. I want it all right now. I want to be your husband. I want to he Mr. Diaz. And when I think about all of this… I want you by my side. I love you having by my side. Raising Amelia… I want to do that with you. And maybe she’s not ready for us all living together, maybe she is, I don’t know. All I know is that I want a future with you and I don’t want to wait any longer. I don’t need an extravagant wedding. I just need you.”
#911#evan buckley#buddie#eddie diaz#911 fanfic#buddie fanfiction#fanfiction#writing#911 abc#snippet#911 on abc#ask game
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“YOU!”
Jason turned his head to see a small guy with black hair pointing at him. He was wearing a light grey hoodie and jeans.
“Your ancestor has been haunting me for MONTHS!” Danny tilted his head, looking at Hood’s chest. “They weren’t wrong, you really do need to see a ghost doctor. What the fuck is up with your ecto?”
“My what?” Red Hood said. “ are you the guy people around here have been talking about? The one who can talk to the dead?”
“More like the dead won’t stop talking to me.”
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Imagine: Samantha Manson rents an apartment with other students in university because she wants to pay her own way through college. One night, the other students throw a party. Sam takes refuge in the campus library during this, because she does not want to be around that. But eventually the library closes for the night, and Sam has to go back.
Sam walks in on the partygoers, still there, hanging out around a "summoning ritual" for fun. They're cleaning up -- the ritual didn't work, obviously.
Sam wordlessly halts the clean-up efforts in their tracks by taking one look at the summoning circle, seizing a paintbrush, bodying people out of the way, and making a dozen minor adjustments to the summoning circle.
It's Sam. No one stops her, and no one is brave enough to ask any questions.
Sam finishes, then walks off without saying anything.
The partygoers look at each other, and then immediately try the summoning ritual again.
(Look, Sam has a reputation as a goth and, if you believe in that stuff, as a witch. Not to say that any of them actually believe in that stuff, but sometimes it's fun to pretend like you do, and, well. They already decided to give it their best shot tonight, and they know that a Sam-approved summoning circle is the best shot they'll get.)
They read out the spell. The candles flare, the flame turning a dark, poisonous green, then blow out. A surge of black light shoots up from the summoning circle, and a presence thickens the air around them.
Before them appears a being that they know, in their soul, is not of this world.
A creature of the realm of the dead looms before them, crown ablaze with fury. "Who dares--"
Sam, nonchalant, wanders back into the room. Wanders over to the summoning circle. Casually erases, with the tip of her shoe, what they know from their brief study of their occult book to be the containment layer of the summoning circle.
Casually says, "Hey, Danny, what pizza toppings do you want?"
The presence fades, but does not vanish completely. "Oh, come on Sam," says the being that an animal part of them recognizes as of the realm of the dead. "What the hell, you know I hate that."
Sam wanders back out of the room, calling over her shoulder, "Well, I hate having my thermos broken!"
The being floats out of the summoning circle, and takes on the shape of a boy, touching down to the ground. The presence fades even further, until they wouldn't be able to tell the creature wasn't a boy if they hadn't already seen.
"Okay, first of all, that was at least 50% Tucker's fault--" it says, trailing after Sam. The conversation becomes unintelligible as they go to Sam's room and shut the door.
The partygoers are left in silence, with paint that has been turned to ash, brand-new candles that have been burned to stubs, and a terrifying new knowledge of the existence of the beyond.
And, for the unluckiest of them, terrifying new knowledge that the person they share a roof with has regular, real, dealings with the dead.
(Twenty minutes later, the pizza arrives. With a pineapple topping, of course.)
#danny phantom#danny phantom headcanon#danny phantom snippet#snippet#samantha manson#danny fenton#everyone who witnessed the events of the party is suddenly very wary of all of sam's friends#they don't know who is a human...
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“you want a mending book, right?” scar asked, head peeking barely above the water, the gills on his neck still submerged in the water.
“if i were to want anything, it would be a mending book, yes.” grian cast his fishing rod back out into the water, his voice was careful and hesitant.
“what if i told you i had one?” scar swam closer to grian, still keeping his distance but grian could feel the water shift from the movement.
“you’re not a mermaid,” grian said, eyes closing into a squint at scar. “you’re a siren, aren’t you?”
“i’ve been called many things,” scar dodged the question. he brought his hand out of the water, brushing shapes into the surface with his fingers. “siren has been one of them.”
“you’re trying to lure me,” grian phrased it like a question, a rising intonation at the end. he reeled his fishing rod back in, another salmon.
“that depends,” scar smirked, his eyes followed the movement of grian unhooking the fish and throwing back into the sea. “is it working?”
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a villain that can hypnotise people through touch
The hero feels themselves tripping over their own two feet as the imposing figure advances on them, until their back hits the wall with a solid thud. They attempt to keep their breathing under control, but it’s a difficult game.
“Where are you going?” The villain asks simply, as if they don’t already know the answer to the question. The hero grits their teeth, baring them viciously.
“Stay back,” they hiss. “I mean it.”
“Or else what?” The villain chuckles humourlessly, their cold eyes not leaving theirs for even a moment. “You know you can’t win this fight.”
“No,” they shakily whisper, their eyes desperately searching for a way to escape. They are not ignorant to the power that the villain possesses. The power that had kept them trapped in their clutches for far too long. “Give me a ten foot pole and I’ll find a way to keep you away from me.”
The villain raises a brow. “You don’t have one of those, doll.”
“Yeah?” They spit. “Wanna bet?”
The villain takes a measured step forward, and the hero’s narrowed eyes suddenly widen, pressing themselves closer against the wall until they’re impossibly flat.
“No, please,” they breathe, their face wrinkling in fear. “The people need me, Villain. Please, let me go back out there.”
The villain laughs coldly, like that’s funny.
“You should see yourself when you cling to me,” they respond coolly, their eyes flashing with something dangerous. “It’s cute. You make these little doe eyes that drive me crazy.”
“That’s not me,” they choke, their hands pressing into their chest. “These gaps in my memory, not knowing how much time has passed, what you’ve made me do – it’s torture.”
“It’s far from torture, doll,” the villain frowns, taking another step forward. The hero’s heart hammers in their chest, lodging in their lungs and making it difficult to breathe. “You don’t see how much you’re spoiled.”
The hero chokes on a hitched breath. “You get off on this sick power play. You take away people’s free will, make them into—”
“—nothing?” The villain interrupts sharply. Their expression darkens. “You’d never understand what it’s like from my perspective. You’re thinking too hard, yet so little. Why don’t you come here?”
The hero instantly shakes their head. “No. Stay away from me.”
“Then I come to you.”
“Stay away.”
The hero makes a desperate lunge in an attempt to escape, but the villain’s hand seizes their wrist instantly, and they gasp. Tingles reverberate through their skin, and they desperately try to yank away. Their grasp is unrelenting, and with each second that ticks by, the tingles grow stronger, spreading through their body like wildfire.
“Stop,” they gasp, their knees weak when they’re tugged closer. “Please, please stop.”
“Shh,” the villain hums, a warm hand cupping their cheek, making the hero’s throat close up. Their mind goes haywire. But when the villain speaks, when their skin touches theirs, their thoughts begin to die out.
“That’s it, doll,” they purr, brushing a thumb under their eye when a stray tear leaked down their cheek. “Just like that.”
It’s always beautiful when the thoughts leave their eyes, when their weakening struggles die down, and they go slack and pliant in their arms. The villain’s eyes crinkle with a smile, admiring the dazed expression on their face. It takes moments until all the fight is drained out of them.
“There you go,” the villain hums, and their touch makes the hero go all fuzzy and lightheaded. “Let’s go back, shall we?”
The hero obediently follows them along.
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