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villain-life · 5 months

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I’m stronger than you

Cw: spicy, the story might sound a bit toxic but i just imagined both of them as psychos

The hero and the villain were busy tasting their food, they were at the hero’s house, in a small room. They had met to discuss a possible alliance between the two, to defeat the super villain. But they had spent the whole afternoon arguing so the hero thought that maybe eating and drinking alcohol would help them feel less angry. In part, it helped.

The table where they were sitting was full of candles that were the only source of light available. The hero’s face, however, in that context, looked more beautiful in the eyes of the villain: the enemy’s sweet and soft lips appeared more inviting with the light of the candles flame. Part of the food was still there, but at that moment the attention of both was focused on something else.

While the hero was thinking about the plan they had to create, watching a map of the city, the villain observed the other: their figure was certainly much more attractive than usual, the hero was dressed in clothes that the enemy worshipped. The villain themselves had threatened the hero several times to steal their clothes, because they were too beautiful. In that case, the reason would have been another. The criminal would have loved to touch the other’s skin with their fingers without any hinderance.

“So? About the plan? We rested a bit but now we have to discuss seriously.” Said the hero, resting their hand under their head thoughtfully.

“It’s not hard to defeat the super villain” the villain then replied. “They’re smart, but not as smart as I am. Strong, but not as strong as I am. Cool, but i am cooler. You know what, I should be the one called super villain!”

The hero rolled their eyes, is it possible that their enemy was always so full of themselves?“You’re not helping. Plus, I’m much stronger than you.” Said the hero smiling. “As you can see my skin is smooth, without even a small wound or bruise. I, on the other hand, managed to leave some small marks on your body.”

The villain then raised their eyebrows and started thinking about what their nemesis said…they had clearly tried to seduce them or to make them shut up, but it hadn’t worked at all. After a second of thinking, they decided: they would leave several marks on the hero’s skin, but in an...alternative way.

Then they smirked and replied.

“You’re right my little hero, but you should know that only a small part of my scars were made by you.” They smiled and got up from the table, walking to the hero’s chair. “But…if you need other proofs of my strength and ability to hurt people I can prove it to you.”

Then, they took a knife and started playing with it. The hero had his gaze fixed on their movements, part of them regretted their words. The villain was strong and dangerous but also very attractive. Such threats almost made them blush, probably because they always thought too much.

“You know love, with this knife I could easily create a nice scar on your pretty face. I could hurt you as much as I want, but you wouldn’t be the only person who was left amazed by my touch. But i like making works of art, so think about it.” The hero didn’t answer, they simply found themselves looking at the villain’s lips, which were getting closer and closer to their neck.

“W-well I don’t think I want a demonstration. I-i still think i’m stronger tho.” The hero then said, trying to calm the agitation mixed with the excitement they felt.

The villain then touched their neck, slowly began to kiss it, then bite it and sucked it softly. The hero’s breath was irregular, they wished they could control themselves. However, as soon as it began difficult to hold back the moans, their nemesis stopped. They noticed the mark on the enemy’s skin and smiled.

“I believe that you’re not stronger than me. Otherwise you wouldn’t have been so desperate. You deserve to understand what your place is, and i know it wouldn’t bother you. I can see you’re enjoying this.” Then whispered the villain, taking the knife and bringing it close to the hero’s neck.

The hero was shaking.“I-I don’t...” the hero began, but the phrase was interrupted by the villain’s lips on theirs. The kiss, without even a shred of sweetness, continued for a few moments. Both were full of desire, the hero’s hands were stuck in their nemesis hair, while the villain was touching the other’s chest. Before ending the kiss, the criminal bit their lips, making them bleed.

They both started to breathe again, the criminal had a smile stuck on their face.

“T-that kiss d-didn’t mean anything! I am stronger than you.” Said the hero. The villain was getting angry, and that would have meant trouble for the majority of the people. But not for the hero: they were clearly enjoying that situation although they would probably have been injured soon. That wasn’t a problem though, because it was still something the villain made on their skin. Something that they would have loved.

The villain took the knife, the hero was smiling knowing their destiny. But then, seeing how their nemesis was enjoying that, they put the knife down.

“W-what?”

“See? I think it’s clear now that I’m stronger than you.” Said the criminal, before they took their things and thought about leaving.

“Fine, you’re stronger than me. But now, can we end whatever we started?” asked the hero, hoping the other would have mercy for them.

“Well…i don’t think so. But i like that phrase, remember to say that the next time you’ll be so needy.”

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cassieuncaged · 1 year

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“Need a hand?”

This could be Maglias or maybe Wrick?

I went ahead and did both. Smutty snippets beneath the cut!

NSFW/18+

Wrick

It had been a long day when he spread out across the sofa. Tension permeated in his shoulders when one large hand drifted to the crotch of black slacks.

Wren was his on his mind, lithe and beautiful. It had been nearly a week since he'd been intimate with either she or Bianca, leaving the criminal lonely and rather insatiable.

Swiftly flicking open the button of his pants, Rick pulled out a half hard erection. The cool air made him grit his teeth, enveloping himself in a warm hand. Head tipping back against the sofa, he felt little moans escape his lips hungrily as the thought of those bright green eyes returned.

She was mesmerizing, his plaything made for corrupting. Though could she be anymore corrupted? That was unlikely considering how much Wren had already been initiated into his dark world. Cock jumping, Rick picked speed as he imagined the woman knelt between his knees, eagerly sucking.

Lost in a lusty stupor, the sound of bare feet on tile was unheard as Wren approached. Wearing nothing but a silk robe, she carefully traipsed down the stairs, observing him quietly.

Continuing to pump, a sharp jaw was ajar as clear blue eyes were glazed over in pleasure. She smirked playfully, excited by the scene unfolding. Climbing down the last few stairs, Wren cleared her throat.

Rick paused, looking up at the intrusion. A sleazy grin split wide lips as he drank her in.

“Need a hand?” it was a shy proposition, accentuated by the fact that a shaking hand nervously clutched at her robe.

"Always..." Rick cooed, reaching to pull her closer. In an instant, the swathe of fabric was being removed from a small form before she was being brought down upon his lap, "Your timing is impeccable."

"Prove it." Wren challenged, enjoying the way one hand wrapped roughly in chestnut waves while his lips assaulted her throat.

Maglias

Sweet little mewls echoed from the bedroom, sneaking into the cracked door of the bathroom. Elias grinned as he dried himself off, deciding to forgo his pajamas completely. If the hungry sounds in the other room were any indication he wouldn't be wearing them long anyways.

Long fingers combed through damp tresses as he assessed himself briefly in the steamy mirror. Eyes closed for a moment as Maggie moaned again, louder this time. He could only imagine what she was doing to make herself cry out so desperately. She didn't partake in self pleasure often, but made quite the scene when she did.

His cock jumped at all of the possible positions she'd gotten herself into. Was she on all fours, easy for the taking as freckled legs shook? Or was she languidly lounging on her back, spread open for him to enjoy?

"Let's find out." Winking at himself in the mirror, Elias hobbled into the bedroom to get an eyeful. Maggie lay spread across the mattress, wearing one of his flannels. Every button was undone, exposing an ivory chest as several fingers were buried up to the knuckle again and again.

"Oh, Elias..." she sighed, completely unaware that her lover currently stood in the doorway, stroking himself lazily at the sight. Orange curls framed a round face as she shook and twitched.

"Need a hand?" he piped up suddenly, making the woman jump, "Easy. I just got out of the shower. Sounded like you were having a good time on your own."

"I got bored waiting," she shrugged shyly, face a bright red. Knees were splayed awkwardly as she attempted to cover herself. "How long have you been standing there?"

"Not long. But there's no need to cover up, sugar. I've got a bit of a situation myself. Think we might be able to help each other out?"

"Yeah," she nodded excitedly, covering her face with her hands as Elias practically jumped into bed. Wedging himself between her thighs, the two giggled amount before sharing a passionate kiss. "I love you."

"I love you, wild child."

#smutty snippet #spicy snippet #otp: dancing in the flames #otp: dog tags and flower crowns #maggie x elias #wren x rick

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incognitotoro · 2 years

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If These Walls Could Tease

Ok, it’ll still be at least a few days until I post this, but I know it’s been a while so here’s a spicy snippet. NSFW.

“I want to grab your hair and slam you up against the wall so I can feel every inch of you.” He ground his now extremely obvious erection into her to emphasise his point. “Fuck, I want-”

“Do it,”

“Don’t play with me, Granger,” he hissed, a dark thread slipping into his voice that made Hermione want to tear off his shirt and taste his skin.

“Do it, Malfoy,” she growled, her voice coming out quite different from it usually sounded, low and almost feral.

He didn’t hesitate again.

His fingers tangled in her hair, tightening into a fist at the base of her skull as he pulled back just enough that he could push her into the door, hard enough that it rattled slightly. He used his grip on her hair to angle her head to the side so he could speak directly into her ear.

“I want you naked in my lap- to tell me every filthy fantasy you’d never admit to- obliviate me afterwards, I don’t even care-”

She cut him off with a moan, kissed him and bit his lip hard, and he swore loudly, jerking back sharply and raising his hand to his lip with a disbelieving expression on his face.

“What the-”

Now it was Hermione’s turn to smirk. He might be enjoying watching how his filthy words were affecting her, but there was little in the world she enjoyed more than watching Malfoy realise he wasn’t quite as in control as he’d thought.

#All aboard the E train #choo choo motherfuckers #spicy snippet #fanfiction #dramione

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eusuntgratie · 2 years

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a little spicy snippet bc i think it’d be fun to make @eliooliver83 blush while she’s sitting in a meeting rockin’ that np bitch face 😘 😈

if anybody needs/wants a kick in the pants, consider yourself tagged for WIP Wednesday <3

Patty slams him against the locker again, harder this time, big thick forearm across his chest and something must show on his face, because he smirks that little fucking smirk that drives him crazy and wraps a giant hand over his face. He holds his jaw, his face for a minute, looking for something, and TK’s eyes go a little wide when he makes up his mind and leans in, slow. He squeezes his face a little before he leans in and slides his hand down over his throat so he can bite TK’s lip, pull it out a little with his teeth.

#spicy snippet #man i love a run on sentence huh #also locker isnt the right word but *shrug*#grace writes #tknp #not gonna tell you what this is from though #i gotta keep some secrets around here #wip wednesday #kinda

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wildjuniperjones · 2 years

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OC-tober 4: Bloom

Content warning: Kinda spicy, nothing explicit but I'm marking it as mature just in case. The prose does get a bit purple in parts (hah).

Tagging @theworldofprompts.

Leo has some thoughts about his succubus friend...

He likes to see her blush, even if it’s out of embarrassment. Seeing the purple spread across her cheeks and sometimes out to her ears is like a sign that he’s doing something right, even if he has no idea what he did that caused it.

But he’s getting some ideas.

Like he stands close to her, or hugs her, especially that one time he kissed the top of her head out of habit from his sibs, which just makes him want to do that all the time. Everything about her reactions makes him want to push further, make her blush more, feel the heat of her against his lips, his hands, his–

Normally, he’d stop here. This is his friend, after all. But something about the way she smiled earlier makes the temptation of daydreaming about her irresistible. Maybe it was in the way her tail moved, or the way she tucked a lock of her unruly hair behind one of her long ears, only to have another slip forward. Maybe it was in the briefest moment of biting her lip as they said good night, one long fang pressing tight against soft purple lips.

Gods, he wants to know how soft those lips are, wants to know what she tastes like, what she’d feel like pressed against the length of him. Not in those chaste hugs they exchange, but the way her slight weight would feel straddled on top of him. He wants to know her every texture, from how firm her breasts are to how soft the skin between her thighs is.

It’s not all about sex, of course. He wants to know what it would be like to spend a lazy Sunday morning in bed with her, reading quotes from library books aloud as they lounge across one another, his hand stroking her slender calf and feeling how soft the fine curls there are. Maybe she’d get fed up with the teasing, and tug at his hair, and he’d try to suppress a gasp but fail miserably, like always. Then she’d grin her most mischievous grin, delighted to have another toy to play with.

But mostly, he wants to make her blush, to watch the winedark color spill across her mahogany skin, to watch her heart race when she breathes his name, letting it drip from parted lips the color of ripe plums, and just as sweet–

Well. He hopes they are, anyway.

#cw: sex mention #cw: spicy #tw: sex mention #bonds of trust vignette #spicy snippet #*fans self*#also #how many adjectives are there for the color purple?#not enough i'd say #i was trying so hard not to use food terms to describe skin tones #and eggplant just doesn't sound sexy #oc-tober #oc-tober 4: bloom

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hisui-dreamer · 3 months

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jamil, who loves showing affection by cooking food for his loved ones, making sure the curry is seasoned to perfection and your favourite dessert to go along with the meal.

and you, with zero spice tolerance but so incredibly overwhelmed with gratitude and affection for how hard jamil's worked. and with your favourite dessert right there enticing you, you're determined to finish every drop of curry on your plate.

...

it doesn't go too well.

indeed, you have finished every drop of curry. but you've also downed around 12 cups of water, and the burning in your mouth is still unrelenting. jamil visibly looks concerned with how much water you're drinking and it's unavoidable you address your non-existent spice tolerance.

jamil sighs, and his eyes show a hint of exasperation you often see when he's following kailm's whims. you avert your gaze to the floor, upset at yourself that you've disappointed him and maybe he hates you now how could you not like his fo-

flick!

ouch! your hands reach up to shield your forehead, and your eyes meet his. not exasperated, maybe slightly, but amused and... loving??

"dummy, don't go forcing yourself to eat what you don't like," he sighs

you timidly explain you could never do that with how much time and effort he puts into his cooking

his smile widens slightly.

"for now, i guess i'll be making more desserts for you then,"

he chuckles at the way your eyes light up.

"here," he feeds you a spoonful of the chilled dessert. "is your mouth still burning?"

oh. you don't think it is anymore.

but your heart sure is.

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samandcolbyownme · 9 days

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Summary: Reader meets Jake at a bar, learning quickly about what goes on underneath.

Warnings: strong language, fighter!Jake, fighting, mentions of blood, cuts, bruises, punching, kicking, kissing, alcohol consumption, not really smut but it’s not really fluffy cute, if you read, you’ll understand what I mean - not edited

Enjoy!

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“Thank you.” You gave the bartender a small smile as he set your glass, half full of a dark liquid down on the bar.

He nods and you lay a ten down, “Keep the change.” He smile, “Thank you.” You nod and look down at your drink, mind racing about why you decided to move to L.A.

Why did I come here?

Do I have a reason to be here?

Can I really fit in and-

“This seat taken?” The deep voice pulls you from your thoughts and you look up, slowly turning your head over to where the voice came from.

A, very tall, guy with a beanie covering his black choppy looking hair, stands there with a small smile on his lips. He was fairly cute, you couldn’t lie, so you shake your head, “Not at all.”

You smile and sit up, turning towards him slightly as he sits down.

“I’m Jake.” He holds his hand out and you look down, shocked when you see his busted up and bruised hand, “Um.” You tilt your head as you take his hand, “Y/n.”

You look up at him and a smile spreads across his have as you speak, “I’m sorry, but I have to ask. Are you okay? Do you need like medical attention or something!”

He shakes his head, taking a sip of his drink, “Nah, nah. I’m alright, sweetheart.”

Your heart skips a beat and you can feel your cheeks growing redder.

“Thank you for asking.” He smiles and you nod, “I mean, if you say so.” You laugh slightly, eyes moving back down to fixate on your freshly manicured hand in his.

The deep colored bruising and the dark red scabs not only intrigued you in a, what do you do on a daily basis kind of way, but also in a wow nothing has ever turned you on like this before way, too.

“You can ask.” Jake’s voice causes your eyes do snap up to his, “what?”

He chuckles, sipping on his drink, “I said. You can ask.”

“Uh, ask what?” You play dumb and Jake squeezes your fingers that are still lingering on his palm. He leans in and his eyes move from your lips to your eyes, “Ask me what I do to make my hands look like this.”

Your eyes move between his and you smirk slightly, “Tell me, Jake.” You circle his palm with your fingers slowly, “What do you do to get your hands all beat up?”

Jake looks up at the clock, “Come with me.”

Usually, a guy telling a girl he just met to, come with me, would usually raise red flags, but you’ve basically held Jake’s hand the whole time have been sitting here chatting.

Jake, as weird as it sounds, makes you feel safe, so you had no problem following him to his car.

“Here. You can put your bags in here for now.” You nod as you watch him open the back door. You nod and toss your duffle in before Jake lifts your suitcase and lays it on the seat, “Alright.” He closes the door and holds his hand out, “Follow me.”

You take his hand, waking with him around the building of the bar you were just in, “Where are we going?” You ask as you walk under Jake’s arm.

He turns, arm still on the door, a smirk on his lips, “You scared, darlin’?” A smirk grows on your lips as you shake your head, “No. I trust you.” He nods, taking your hand into his again, “Atta girl.”

You smile to yourself as you look around, “What is this place?” Your eyes fall to him as he stops and you can hear faint shouting and chanting coming from, somewhere.

Jake reaches for the handle of the old door. Your eyes watch as his busted up and ring cladded fingers wrap around the handle, “This is how my hands get all fucked up.”

You raise your brows and he nods towards the door as he swings it open, “Just stay with me. You’ll be good.” You walk in and the shouting grows louder the closer you get to the deep green lit room.

Your eyes scan down over the floor below you, taking in what you’re witnessing. You take a sharp breath as the one guy below in a ring formed by the, what you can only assume is members, takes a bad punch to the jaw.

“Knocked out.” Jake says in a low voice as he leans in towards you. You smile slightly and point, “So what..” you bite your lip and look up at him, “You fight for a living?”

“I know he’s here!” A guy, who is very angry, yells. You look down and see a guy spinning around slowly, looking at each crowd member in the face, “Webber. Where the fuck you at, brother?”

“Is he looking for you?” Your head snaps to Jake and he chuckles, “Uh huh.” He starts do take his rings off, extending his hand out to you, can you hold these for me?” You open your hand and he drops his rings into your palm, flashing you a smile, “Thanks. Come on.”

You stuff his rings into your pocket and quickly take his hand, following him down a rickety looking spiral staircase. Every turns, their eyes moving from Jake to you and you have never felt so out of place.

Jake pulls you through the crowd, his grip tight on your body. You did feel super safe with him, especially now with knowing he can fight. You stop as you get to the opening and Jake shrugs off his jacket, “Heard you were lookin’ for me.”

You take his jacket as he extends his arm back, almost like muscle memory. The guy cracks his knuckles and then lifts his hand to his chin, “Wanted to take a crack at knocking you down from your rankin’ a lil bit.” He cracks his neck and Jake puts his hand to his ear, “And what rank would that be?”

The guy across from him laughs, “I’m here to remove your title as undefeated champion, Mr. Jake Webber.” You feel your heart beat harder when you hear the words roar off his tongue.

Jake slips his shirt off over his hand, you also take that and drape it over his jacket. Jake quickly stretches his arms a few times and shrugs, “Let’s see you try.” He motions with his hand, “Bring it, big boy.”

The guy wasn’t any bigger than Jake, well, maybe his ego. Jake looked back at you, giving you a wink before looking back at the guy walking over to him, fists balled and ready to swing.

Jake moves, getting them to walk in a circle before the guy swings on Jake, groaning in frustration when Jake dodges it. The longer you stood there, watching if all play out, the more you felt like you belong there, and walking in with Jake really seemed to help that - hell, undefeated champ and all.

Jake swings, popping the guy in his jaw and he laughs, “I think you have the theater and the ring mixed up, there pal.” Jake shoots, cocking his head, “I’m here to fight, not dance.” The guy lets out a loud yell as he runs towards Jake, and you gasp as Jake’s back meets the dark stained concrete below him.

The guy pulls his arm back just to swing but Jake quickly manages to escape and get two punches to his face before scurrying to stand up.

You were absolutely mesmerized, seeing Jake like this. The sweat glistening off his body in the glowing green lights. The way he can take more than a punch and not bat an eye, fuck. You practically had to wipe the drool off of your chin before anyone noticed.

“Come on, Jake.” You mumble to yourself, bouncing up and down in your spot. Jake’s head snaps to the left as he eats another punch, his cheek busted open slightly, but not as bad as the other guys. Yet.

Your lip is pulled tightly between your teeth, biting down harder each time Jake gets hit. Your eyes watch as he stumbles back, falling at your feet. Before you can bend down to help him, he’s already halfway up your body.

He drags his face really close to yours, and your heart is beating at a high rate speed. His lips press to yours, giving you a sloppy, but still the hottest kiss you’ve ever had in your life, before he pulls away, a cocky smirk on his face.

You hold your stare on Jake. You were too into watching him completely obliterate the prick that tried to be better than him, to notice that his blood was also on your face.

“Alright. Alright.” A guy goes out, pulling Jake off of the weakened figure lying on the ground. Jake stands up, turning out and holding his arm up.

The crowd goes absolutely wild.

And so do you.

Jake looks around for a second before locking his eyes on you. He smirks and nods his head, cocking his jaw as he snatches the money from the guys hand and immediately walks over to you.

His arms go around your waist and your feet lift up off the ground. His lips meet yours again, along with fresh blood meeting the almost dried blood on your face.

“C’mon.” Jake sets you down, arm still around your waist, “Let’s get out of here.” He leads you up the steps and back out into the hall, immediately pressing your back against the old brick wall.

His hands cup your cheeks, thumb smearing his blood over your skin, “You look so pretty with my blood on your face.”

You smile and lick your lips, “You are incredibly, fucking hot.” He pulls you in and kisses over your cheek to your lips, “I hope you don’t have any plans tonight, because you’re coming home with me.”

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save-the-villainous-cat · 6 months

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Please may I have experienced superhero x rookie terrified villain with many many spicy?? I shall trade u my driving license for it. Big please.

The villain punched them in the jaw — accidentally.

It was the hero’s fault, at least partially, since they had decided to sneak up on them. The villain was in the middle of a robbery, concentrating on breaking glass and stealing ancient archeological artefacts. When the villain turned around, heart pounding in their chest, they put a hand on their mouth and stared at their nemesis.

The punch had hurt the villain’s knuckles too, turning them red and making them ache but the villain’s jaw looked the exact same. They had taken a few steps back, had even mumbled a quiet “fuck,” however, now they only smirked.

“Damn,” they said. “That’ll bruise.”

The villain considered running away. The ancient dagger was in their hand, worth millions on the black market.

“…you’re welcome?”

“You disabled the security system, that was smart. But you didn’t think of the fast food restaurant across the street. People watched you break into the museum.” The hero was tall. And usually, the villain was the tall one in their friend group but the hero seemed to be more present than the villain.

They could’ve blamed it on authority but the villain suspected it was focus.

They held up their hands as if to give up.

“Sorry to cause you any trouble, officer.”

“You know I’m not with the police,” the hero said. They took a step towards the villain and in this situation, they could’ve easily taken control over the villain. The punch hadn’t really affected them, hadn’t even intimidated them. “Not a big fan of teams, you know?”

“Ahh, lone wolf.” The villain’s grip around the dagger tightened and they slowly took a step back, their boots crushing the glass on the ground. “Intriguing.”

Would the hero actually put them in jail? Yeah, stealing wasn’t right but the villain needed that goddamn money.

The hero grinned smoothly, whereas sweat ran down the villain’s back.

God, this was what? The fifth time they were seeing each other?

“You like that?”

“I didn’t say that,” the villain replied quickly, maybe a little too quickly. There was a dagger in the villain’s hand, they realised, so they pointed it at the hero confidently. “But I’d like to leave now.”

The hero shook their head and tsked.

“Are you sure you want to add assault to this robbery? Doesn’t look good on a resume, trust me.” They crossed their arms in front of their chest.

“Well, I already punched you in the jaw, so…” Another step forward. Another step back. The hero cocked their head curiously, observing the villain’s movements carefully.

“Oh, you wouldn’t dare.” And the villain hadn’t thought that they would dare but they decided to close their eyes (dumb thought) and stab the hero blindly (even dumber).

Their eyes opened wide when the hero grabbed their wrist and managed to push them to the ground. Suddenly, the dagger they wanted to steal was pressed against their throat and the hero sat on top of them, face only centimetres away from them. All of the air left the villain’s lungs as their heart pumped blood through their system at abnormal speed.

The ground underneath them was hard and the hero was heavy on their hips. They stared up at them, mouth gaping.

“You’re pretty feisty, no?” the hero asked. They leaned in, lips against the villain’s ear. “And provocative.”

The villain didn’t know what to say to that, couldn’t even think of a dumb response. They tried to get up but the hero pushed them down lazily, as if they were bored.

“If you behave, I’ll call it attempted robbery in my report and we can call it a night.” They shrugged. “I’m a generous hero, y’know, and you’re kinda cute.”

“Cute?” The villain could feel their cheeks heat up. Whatever mind games the hero was playing, it worked. The villain didn’t feel like stealing anytime soon.

“Kinda cute. I’ll have to check you for other weapons now.” The villain was sure their whole body was turning a dark red as the hero’s fingers went down their body. Probably the worst part about this was how careful the hero was, how intimate yet respectful the situation was. The villain watched them search for weapons (which were nonexistent) with gentle fingers that weren’t lewd.

The villain didn’t know if they were falling for their nemesis or if they were just touch-starved.

“Hm. Brave little villain, no?” Once again, the hero tilted their head, as if they were toying with their prey. “Let’s talk about this.”

“This feels like a date,” the villain whispered, eyes staring up in shock.

“…who says it isn’t?” The hero winked and began their interrogation.

#not really spicy!!#writing snippet #heroxvillain snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroes and villains #villain #hero #hero x villain #heroxvillain #an answer for an ask #request

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the-modern-typewriter · 1 year

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Okay so I recently went through a break-up so I'm a thirsty gay guy looking for some content and you're my absolute fav on this app :) Could you (if you wouldn't mind of course) write about a hero who has fallen over heals for a villian with low self-esteem who doesn't realise he isn't all that bad and was forced into this life? Maybe with some cuffs just for the spice😅 Preferably mlm but I'm a sucka for the person who won't stop flustering their crush by over complimenting them😭

"Well," the hero said. "Here we are again."

The villain looked up at the hero, standing over them. His hands were already cuffed behind his back, and, honestly, he was feeling thoroughly dishevelled. It had all happened so fast. He'd lost so fast.

The hero barely had a perfect hair out of place. He hadn't even broken a sweat! It seemed very unfair.

The villain half expected to already hear police sirens in the distance.

"You know," the hero said, hands on his hips. "I'm starting to think your heart isn't in this scary criminal thing."

"What, because I'm crap at it?" The villain wanted to sink into the floor.

"Mm, no. You're very good at it, actually. I think you just don't want to hurt me." The hero flashed them a smile. "Thank you for that, by the way."

The villain looked down at his knees and away from that smile, from his failure. He tugged at the cuffs.

His powers, such as they were, were the explosive kind. He could detonate buildings and the ground where the hero stood with a flick of his hand, obliterating the large majority of his opponents immediately...providing he didn't actually mind obliterating them. Killing them.

He was supposed to be fine with that. Didn't he used to be fine with that? The villain's jaw clenched.

"It's not an insult," the hero said, a little softer. "I don't mean it as an insult. Compassion - kindness - is an admirable quality. You know that, right?"

"Are you taking me in or not?"

"No."

The villain's gaze snapped up, wide-eyed.

The hero crouched down in front of him, putting their faces level.

The villain swallowed. "No?"

"No," the hero said, oh so casual. "Don't think that would do you any good."

"Lunatic asylum, then?"

The hero smiled, faint and crooked and something unreadable. "No."

The villain's brow furrowed. Surely that didn't mean...the hero had never seemed the type to kill. The villain tensed.

"You're remarkable," the hero said. "Smart. Powerful." The small smile grew a fraction. "Gorgeous."

The villain hated the immediate and unstoppable blush that burned their cheeks at that; like each kind word, each terribly sincere piece of flattery was its own bomb going off somewhere in the villain's body. "So you're...keeping me locked in your basement?"

The hero laughed. He sobered a little at the villain's expression.

"No," the hero said. "God, no. I meant -" The hero bit his lip, and the villain's treacherous gaze followed the movement. The hero's eyes brightened. "No," the hero said. He placed a hand over the rabbit-thump of the villain's chest. "I mean that you have a kinder heart than you give yourself credit for. If you'd like to do something else with your life than - this - I would help you. In anyway that I could. I'd like to."

The villain stared at him.

"You're asking me to join you?"

"No," the hero huffed. There was something warm, fond, to his tone. "I mean, you can if you like, you'd be very welcome. But to do something else. Whatever you want."

The villain's head spun. "You don't think I want to do this? I've - do you - you do know who I am?!"

"I know your history, yeah."

"Then you'll know - you'll know that I can't just up and do something else!"

"Why not? You're certainly talented enough to try your hand at reinvention."

"I'm a killer. I am literally made for killing and burning and destroying things!"

"You didn't kill or destroy me."

"And I lost in all of three seconds for the weakness."

The hero considered him at that; his panting, fevered, broken defence.

The villain yanked at the cuffs, desperate to run, to get away from the look on the hero's face. From all of the hero's shining expectations.

"If that was it, you can uncuff me now." It sounded a little too much like please, please, please.

The hero settled back on his haunches, warm hand falling from the villain's chest. "What do you like about your current profession?"

"Are you serious right now?" Absurdly, suddenly, the villain could feel tears pricking his eyes. Frustrated things.

"Perfectly."

"It pays well."

"And that's what matters to you?"

"You've seen me, right?" By all accounts, the villain liked the finer things in life. A nice bespoke suit felt like some small compensation for everything ugly about the rest of them.

"Oh, yes," the hero said. His gaze roamed over the villain again. "Handsome, but not very happy, I don't think."

The villain's face burned all over again. "Stop it."

"Hm?"

"Stop - complimenting me. You're trying to distract me!"

"I can't just be complimenting you?"

"No!"

The loudness of it felt like a confession, and the villain squirmed. He yanked at the cuffs again, hard enough to hurt.

"Easy," the hero said, quieter.

"If you're not going to turn me in, let me go!"

"You really hate me complimenting you that much?"

The villain glared at him, the effect largely no doubt ruined by the distress coming off in waves.

"Huh," the hero said. "Because it's me or-?"

The villain yanked at the cuffs again, even harder. Blood welled up on his wrists. He could feel his breath quickening. He could -

The hero leaned in, and the lock clicked. The cuffs sprang open.

The villain was on his feet in an instant, several large steps between them, poised to bolt completely.

The hero stayed crouched, practically on his knees, hands raised in placating surrender in the air.

The villain gawped.

"Easy," the hero said again. "I'm really not trying to upset you. I didn't mean - I didn't expect that reaction. Are you okay?"

And the villain believed him, which was far worse, because what was he supposed to do with that? What the hell was he supposed to do with the hero's compassion? His smiles, and his compliments as if the villain was in anyway worthy of any of it.

"If you're embarrassed about being flustered," the hero said, "you don't have to be. You look lovely flustered. It's really endearing. I'm not-"

The villain covered his blushing face with his hands. He wanted to claw out of his flustered skin; find some control again, find a way to make the terrifying leaps of his heart settle. To stop hoping. To stop aching for - more.

"Shut up," he hissed.

The hero shut up.

The villain didn't get to have more. Not after everything. He certainly didn't get to have someone like him.

He raised his hands from his face, and waited for the hero to flinch at the threat of it, to betray the underlying horror of what the villain was, to brace himself for death.

The hero did none of those things. He simply continued to track the villain's movements - knowing who he was dealing with, but not afraid. Never afraid.

The villain's hands faltered again.

The world did not erupt in smoke and madness.

"Easy," the hero murmured, a third time. "Can you - can you explain to me why you're upset? So maybe I can help?"

The villain gave an agonised little scoff, and fled.

#possibly not that spicy #but hey ho #what happens happens #hero x villain #villain x hero #heroes #villains #writing #story #story snippet #writing snippet #creative writing #fiction #fic

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Night Market After Dark

Announcing the Night Market After Dark. I will be following an NSFW ABC prompt and posting a short snippet of each RO on the Velvet Guard tier of my patreon.

This month the prompt is? After Sex

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writersagony · 1 year

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Writing Prompt 62

Villain whimpered, twisting their fingers through Supervillain's hair.

"Th-this is my office. The d-door is wide open, anyone could walk in..."

Supervillain chuckled and looked up at Villain's flushed face.

"Then you'd better make sure they don't come close enough to see me, huh?"

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adiduck · 8 months

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WIP Wednesday

Semi-spicy scene for Operation Groundhog AU today ;) Enjoy!

Ice hears about the training for the next couple of days via dry, written reports from Cyclone, from Warlock, from Mav himself. Mav puts the twelve aviators from 2019 on hops running the first half of the course--goes easy on them with the distance from the ground and the time they have to reach the target.

Lieutenants Kazansky and Mitchell, however, he’s got running drills in their jets--basic maneuvers, dogfights, canyon runs well over the heads of the other aviators. They’re good, is the general consensus--Ice knows that already--but they’ve never been in an F-18E before. It’s smaller than they’re used to. Not faster, but more maneuverable. It has different tics, different eccentricities, and it doesn’t do that semi-disturbing shimmy that the Tomcats, beautiful beasts that they were, tended to do when you held the rudder too long on the bank. They’re making progress--fast progress--but they’re not really running the course.

Mav’s getting anxious.

At home, Mav whispers more details into Ice’s neck and shoulder at night, collapsing exhausted into a chair in Ice’s office or into Ice’s side on the couch or into bed beside Ice when he finally gets home--too late, exhausted, and starving. Lieutenant Mitchell is restless. Lieutenant Bradshaw hesitates to reach the speeds he will need, and won’t listen to Mav when he tells him to stop thinking so hard. Lieutenant Seresin won’t stay with his wingman.

He’s worried about Lieutenant Kazansky, too, but he seems less inclined to complain to Ice about it. Which, honestly, is hilarious.

Instead, he gets a lot of whining. “He calls me ‘sir’, and it’s so unimaginably weird,” Mav complains. “It throws me every time--not a good look. I’ve been a Captain for six years, Ice!”

“That does sound like a problem for you,” Ice croaks out. It’s been a good day--thanks to more ibuprofen and tylenol than he should probably take, but still. It’s rare that he has a voice this late at night, usually. He’s enjoying it, and very thoroughly ignoring Mav’s pointed looks to rest it. As though Ice’s voice can be stored up for special occasions or something.

Mav kicks him, and then settles back into Ice’s side to continue complaining. “It’s definitely not helping,” he grumbles. “I’m having a hard enough time getting these kids to respect me. And mini-me is not fucking helping with his bullshit.”

Ice smiles and doesn’t say anything. Mav, probably sensing that Ice is mentally making fun of him uproariously, kicks him again.

“It’s not my fault,” he grumbles. “I usually just get everyone to call me by my call-sign, but I can’t this time because there’s fucking two Mavericks running around, and really it’s more important they bond with him. And--well, you’ve never called me ‘sir’ in your life, and it’s bizarre.”

…Huh. Ice thinks about that a minute. “You know,” he says, and lets the hand that’s been tracing Mav’s shoulders--careful of the harness bruises--press down with slightly more intent. “If the issue is you’re not used to it, we could practice.”

Mav stills. “Practice.”

“Mhm,” Ice says, and shifts just a little, so that their legs slot together just slightly more securely, so that he can turn his head, draw his lips down Mav’s temple towards his ear, draw his fingers further down the lines of Mav’s back, pressed against his spine. “Reporting for duty, sir,” he whispers into Mav’s ear, and grins as he feels it go hot, as Mav’s face goes bright red and the position of their hips betrays a sudden, burning interest.

“Jesus,” Mav chokes. “You are going to kill me.”

“That’s not a no,” Ice says. “Sir.”

Mav lunges up and forward all at once, body dragging up Ice’s and mouth crashing into Ice’s mouth with an intent that burns straight down to Ice’s toes. Ice gasps, tilts his head back to give Mav a better angle, lets Mav slide his tongue past Ice’s teeth, deliberate and claiming.

“And what do I call you, in this scenario,” Mav near-growls, running his hands down Ice’s sides like Ice is his to touch, to hold--possessive and claiming and all the things Ice would never have admitted to wanting, thirty-some-odd years ago.

“Whatever you want,” Ice suggests, “Sir,” and gets kissed absolutely breathless again for his efforts.

“Well then, Kazansky,” Mav offers, Ice’s last name on his tongue like a caress. “Put your hands above your head for me.”

“Yes, sir,” Ice says, and follows orders, watches Mav’s pupils expand with a satisfaction that burns in his gut and extends up and out.

“Fucking Christ,” Mav says.

“Still weird, then? I’ll have to try harder.”

Mav leans forward and bites at Ice’s lips.

“You’ll have to try harder--” he prompts, into Ice’s mouth.

“Sir,” Ice snaps out.

And then things get a little less defined, for a little while.

Mav: I think we miscalculated

Ice: ?

Mav: I walked in, mini-you called me 'sir', and it was, ah, uncomfortable for VERY DIFFERENT reasons this time

Ice: Oh my god

Mav: I also refer to him pretty exclusively by his last name Ice what do I do

Ice: 🤣

Mav: THIS IS NOT AN APPROPRIATE TIME FOR EMOJIS

#adi is a writer #wip wednesday #wip snippet #operation groundhog au #spicy #icemav #will I keep this? probably #it'll get cleaned up a bit for the final obviously LOL

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cassieuncaged · 1 year

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“You’re really messing with my head here.”

For a Mags AU of your choice, pls!

NSFW/18+ Beneath the Cut

Snuggled up on comfortably on the sofa, Elias was slowly drifting off with Maggie curled into one side. Some program flashed across the television, accompanied by the occasional crunch of popcorn. Copper curls tickled his nostrils, drowning him in the scent of fresh strawberries.

She was perfect, warm against a solid chest as sleep was chased. That was until small fingers suddenly inched up a jean clad thigh, slowly yet determined. One lithe digit traced a straining inseam from the knee, stopping short of his groin. This happened a few more times before she began to knead the muscular flesh.

Gapped teeth dug into a bottom lip while Elias attempted to suppress a groan. Surely Maggie wouldn't be a tease on purpose. She was too gentle, too kind, too...infuriating. Then she started again, in spite of the fact that bright blue eyes were still trained on the television

"You're really messing with my head here, Mags" he bemoaned, trapping her hand beneath a large palm.

"Huh?" the she was craning her neck, eyes drifting from his lust blown ones down to where her palm was still planted, "Oh. I'm sorry, 'Lias. I wasn't trying to...rouse you."

"Easy, wild child." he smirked gently, noticing how pink her face glowed. Embarrassment was etched across soft features as her fingers twitched in a warm grasp. "I'm not upset. I was just wondering if we could make something out of nothing."

"What-" interrupted with a searing kiss, Maggie sighed hungrily against wide lips as her hand was expertly guided from one thigh to a straining bulge.

The television was forgotten in the background as the two continued to neck on the sofa. Shyly, Maggie began to rub and grip him through restrictive dungarees as Elias began to trail searing kisses down her throat. Awkwardly repositioning themselves, Maggie toppled unceremoniously into her lover's lap as she straddled lean hips.

"You're such a damn tease," he growled into one ear, sending a shiver up her spine. Maggie retaliated by grinding her hips against his until Elias was whimpering helplessly against her jaw.

#smutty snippet #spicy snippet

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belethlegwen · 10 months

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Do those two ever kiss? I think they should kiss, I think it’d be good for their mental wellbeing if they just smooched eachother.

Melanie’s lips probably feel weird to Henry, what with the size, but I bet they’d both like it.

Oh, Anon.

Those two absolutely do get to the point of kissin', I promise. It is also very good for their mental health (once they work through some fuckin' baggaaaage) when they finally get there.

I've previously posted a few snippets of future-things I've written re: the two of them smoochin', and I'll include those under the cut, but in the meantime please enjoy this gorgeous piece by @aaytaro-gt of their first kiss that she drew based on the first kiss snippet I posted:

To see the little snippets of kissing for yourself, please see me below the cut:

[Spoilers ahead for The Rescue]

Welcome, to the Kissy Stuff:

Full disclosure, these bits were all written a very hot while ago (over a year now for at least two of the clips) and will likely need some heavy editing before the whole piece finally someday gets posted.

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He stepped back closer to her face, just enough to caress her lips with his hand, marveling at the feeling of them as her eyes blinked and looked back up to the ceiling with another soft, moaning breath. “I understand, but while I won’t go there, that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t. Is there anything else you want me to know?”

Melanie’s head shook subtly, her hand moving slowly to slide under the blankets as she fidgeted, notably uncomfortable. “Just be delicate?”

Henry was enamored by such a timid question, compelled to laugh but restraining himself. “I will,” he promised warmly, stepping closer to her again and bending down to kiss her upper lip, the giant woman freezing in place and holding her breath anxiously until she felt him step back and turn away from her face again.

“I…” she started quietly as he pondered what to do next. “This feels… different from the kind of things we had talked about the other day.”

Henry’s head cocked to one side as he thought back on the conversation, “how do you mean?”

“I remember you saying you weren’t necessarily a romantic,” she mumbled. “This is… much more romantic than I would have assumed you’d be.”

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“Do you like it?” He asked quietly.

“I like it lots,” she replied drowsily and he watched her smile, one side of her face pressed into the overstuffed pillow, her eyes closed.

“Then that’s what matters,” he replied warmly, bracing his feet near her collarbone as his hands moved to caress her jawline, her head tipping up carefully under the guidance of his touch. He closed his eyes as she took in a sharp, small breath and held it, freezing in place as he kissed both of her lips in turn.

Hazel eyes were open, flitting to try and focus on his face briefly before darting away. One of his hands lightly scratched around her jaw while the other softly caressed her cheek as it became warm and flushed with color.

“You act like you’re scared of me,” he chuckled lightly as she released a short, tense breath.

“Sorry,” she whimpered, trying to barely utter sound with him so close. Her breath brushed warmly over his bare skin and he bent to kiss her cheek as she leaned subtly into the stroking of his hand, her eyes drifting closed again.

“You’ve nothing to apologize for,” he said soothingly.

“I wish I could kiss you back.”

Melanie’s voice, still fading into lethargy, had an undertone of longing in it that seemed sad. “You can,” he encouraged her, “I would like it very much if you did.”

“No I mean,” she mumbled, a tired moan escaping between her words, “like a real kiss.”

“This is real,” he whispered, stroking her cheek again as he bent toward her lips. “So kiss me.”

Henry pressed his mouth firmly to her top lip, and felt the strange and enticing sensation of her lips pursing, pushing up faintly as if she was putting the smallest amount of strength she could behind it, meeting his lips and chin as delicately as she could manage. He shivered as they parted, taking in the most gentle of breaths around him, the cool air rushing into her from across his cheeks and around his neck, feeling like it sucked the breath out of him.

He moved to stand and her head moved up just slightly, the tip of her nose coming almost alongside his face as her lips pursed again and landed against his chest, the sensation incredible yet fleeting as her head fell heavily back into the pillow with a slumberous smile.

“Goodnight, Melanie,” he said softly, stroking her cheek one last time as her body shifted under him again, her head tipping back to the side on the pillow as she drifted away. “Sweet dreams.”

“You too, please,” came the slow and caring reply.

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He didn’t have time to think of anything else to prod her with before her hand dropped on him, pinning his arms with fingers as her other hand came up to fiddle with the holster on his side. “Hey!” He exclaimed, trying to lean up to see what she was trying to accomplish. “What are you doing?”

“Disarming you,” she said firmly, her finger and thumb gripping the hilt of his short sword and pulling it out of the sheath, her other hand pinning him firmly as he tried to wriggle, legitimate concern crossing his features.

“Be careful with that,” he hissed worriedly, “it’s very sharp, I worked on it yesterday.”

Melanie smiled warmly at his concern, carefully pinching the thing in her fingers and leaning over to place it onto her nightstand before moving back over him, releasing him slowly. “Just trying to make sure I’m at the mercy of slightly fewer sharp things while you’re acting up.”

Henry smirked, the relief he felt after she had safely moved the sword away allowing him to sink back into the large pillow again. “I only bothered to bring the sword today, I doubt there’s anything sharp enough on my person to cause you actual concern beyond that.”

“Your tongue comes to mind,” she shot back, her fingers moving back to the god damn belts again, Henry having mostly gotten one of them undone and making it significantly easier to finally unbuckle. “I’d disarm that if I could, make this entire situation much easier.”

“Why don’t you come down here and try?”

His voice was softer, playful, but teasing in that way that made her heart stop. Her eyes moved quickly from his body to his face again, seeing the color of his flushed cheeks, those blue-green eyes sparkling up at her over a lopsided smile as he bit his bottom lip. His smile grew and he leaned up expectantly while her own face went bright red, her eyes dashing away from him.

“...tease…” she mumbled quietly, a smile making its way onto her lips as her eyes moved back. His eyebrows raised while a grin stretched his square beard near the corners of his mouth.

Henry’s eyes closed and she carefully lowered herself to him, one hand coming up to slide against his side, fingers slipping around his torso while he lifted an arm to tenderly caress her chin and cheek as it came toward him, their lips meeting the way they did every time. His mouth pressed into her lower lip, her plush lips gently wrinkling around almost his entire face, making him smile as he felt her breath snag in her chest and throat like always.

Melanie’s cheek got hotter under his fingers and palm, her thumb sliding onto his lap and up his torso while she pursed her lips delicately against him, the feeling of his lips pressing back into hers making her chest feel like it would explode as her pulse came back, pounding harder than ever. The small sailor’s own pulse fluttered against her fingers delicately like a butterfly, his chest leaning more and more against her thumb as he pushed forward. As always, she grew worried for him and tried to pull back, and as always, he brought his other hand up to the opposite side of her face. Pressing his palms against her, gripping her with his fingers he tried to pull her back into him, his kiss becoming more intense and passionate as he used every ounce of his tiny frame to keep her there; to stop her from running away.

Giant lips softly parting made way for the cool rush of air that sent up shivers and goosebumps over every tiny inch of him, the sensation of having his own breath almost sucked from his body as she let herself breathe. His hands stayed on her, his fingers just barely relaxing their grip as they stopped digging into the soft, warm flesh of her chin and cheeks, but still wanting to keep her there.

The weight against her hand as he let his small body slump into it comfortably, his head turning and his lips quickly peppering both of hers with tiny pecks as they both smiled, caused her to practically melt onto the mattress more, her head sinking lower towards his lap while she did.

Henry broke the silence as she let a relieved sigh out around his midriff, the tip of her nose having fallen to rest in the middle of his chest; his hands having slid up her cheeks as she moved. Now he was rubbing one in gentle, soft circles against her warm, blushing skin while he rested his own warm cheek on the bridge of her nose. “That was the best one yet,” he quietly praised her, playfulness in his tone. “I didn’t have to force you down for nearly so long this time. You’re getting braver.”

Massive hazel eyes flickered open only to confirm she could see nothing of him but a blurry mess, closing again as the rumbling of her voice-- soft and gentle as ever-- resonated through him at this distance as if it was vibrating his very bones. “I’m so scared I’ll hurt you somehow,” she sighed, and he turned his head to kiss between her eyes, still petting her soothingly.

“I know you are,” he cooed in gentle reply. “But I do love the feeling that you’re trusting me more and more to let you know that.”

A small huff of breath left her nose, blowing down the front of him as her face sank just a bit more. The tiny man spread his legs out wide around her, letting her chin rest on the pillow gently between them as he pulled his knees up, leaning his legs against the sides of her face. “I’m glad,” she offered quietly after a moment while her hand squeezed around his body tenderly. “I really do trust you, you know.”

“Not with a sword, apparently,” he quipped to her, reaching up to tap her forehead lightly as she chuckled. He smirked, letting her hold him in place as she leaned her gargantuan torso back up and away from him again, his eyes following hers while they opened overhead. “That’s because I trust you to always be a shit,” she retorted, both of them laughing.

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Someday I will post the full works with these scenes in them, but they're a ways away yet. In the meantime, I hope this brings you some joy, and thank you so so so much for the ask! I really did love to see it and it was so nice to be given an excuse to dig up those documents again <3

And I always love looking at that piece by Aaytaro. Truly wonderful stuff <3

#g/t #giant/tiny #g/t writing #g/t author #gentle giantess #g/t kisses #giant tiny #gtauthor #author thoughts #gt #big little thoughts #Henry/Melanie #The Rescue #The Stranding #They will ALSO kiss in the main works eventually but these snippets are specifically coming from standalone pieces #they are standalone because they are spicy and will be marked as such on AO3 when the time comes #For now those please enjoy some big girl tiny man smoochin's <3 #asks and answers #thanks so much for the ask for real <3

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deiaiko · 5 months

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#17.2 Auri

Shibisu was beat. His match with Agni must have been the lamest out of everyone. He couldn't land a single blow on him no matter how hard he tried. All the while knowing that Agni was going easy on him. Still, Agni offered him an outstretched hand and pulled him up to his wobbly feet.

"You did your best," Agni smiled encouragingly. It was an odd look on him, since he looked a lot like Khun, and Khun wouldn't have smiled like that. At least never at him. "But there is still a lot to work on with those blind spots."

Shibisu knew. But he wasn't built for agility, especially with his low shinsu tolerance. Each time they ascended another floor, it took him some time to get used to moving quickly again.

"I have something for you." Agni pulled him out of his thoughts. He opened his palm. "Give me your hand."

Shibisu complied and mirrored Agni's example. In return, Agni placed something in his palm.

"What is this?"

"It's special fish food. Hold it like this and just relax, ok?" Agni instructed as he repositioned Shibisu's arm so it was fully outstretched, palm flat.

Before Shibisu could ask, Agni had called one of his hidden lighthouses. He whistled and a fish swam out from it. It was about an arm’s length and very fast. Its color was also quite muted; he would have missed it had he not been paying attention.

"This is Auri." Agni introduced as the fish swam around him and preened under his touch. "She's a domesticated electric eel, capable of stunning D-ranks and killing E-ranks. Her species is loyal and territorial, but they can be very timid otherwise. I want you to take care of her one day."

"What?!" Shibisu whisper-shouted through gritted teeth, afraid that he would startle the fish. "Didn't you just say that she's dangerous?"

"She can protect you." Agni pried his fist open and led him to stretch his arm out again. "Just give her this and she'll know that you're a friend."

Shibisu held his breath when the fish swam close, trying his best to not flinch or take another step back when it opened its jaw, displaying rows of needle sharp teeth that could definitely shred his flesh. Yet his fear never happened, and the fish was surprisingly docile when it nibbled on the pellet.

Despite his initial fear, he could see its appeal. It was affectionate and gentle. Granted, he always had a soft spot for cute things, even if they might be dangerous. Case in point: his team.

Shibisu tried to move his arm a little, since he was no longer as tense, but the sudden move startled the fish, and it suddenly vanished into thin air. Shibisu looked around and found nothing.

Noticing his confusion, Agni explained, "As I said, her species is very timid. They have the ability to conceal themselves with shinsu, so they can be hard to detect without observers."

The fish reappeared behind Agni, swimming near his shoulders, "Ah, there you are." Agni flicked his fingers and pointed to the lighthouse; the fish obediently swam back inside. "I will bring her again the next time we meet, so she can get used to this team."

Shibisu could only nod, knowing that refusal wasn't an option.

Agni walked away and clapped his hands to get the whole team's attention, "That's a wrap for today. A shame no one won my bet, but I hope you learnt something from this."

Endorsi clicked her tongue, "Show off."

Agni ignored her entirely, but his stance was never unguarded, ready to leap in case of sudden attack. Was every Khun raised like that?

"Hm, one more thing…" Agni walked up to Rak. "Crocodile, come with me for a moment."

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