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insertmesoftly · 2 years

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Villain Bruno x Defiant Fem Y/N (CW Dubcon/Breeding Kink)

@vocalvixen20cp For you ❤️

You shakily got home, exhausted after a day of work. The town was excited, it would be Antonio's birthday and finally, the night he would receive his gift. Though your neighbors and friends kept asking you to join them... you kept refusing. You were too tired. Parties aren't your thing. It was true but...

You still felt like a liar.

You dropped your cloak on the floor and moved up your stairs. You couldn't relax yet. You knew the worst was to come.

You opened your door, expecting to see the familiar signs of a temper tantrum. You saw a calm, humming Bruno, still with the ponytail you’d given him that day, instead. He turned to see you and his smile widened.

'You got here earlier than expected! What, no time to party?'

This... confused you. You knew how he felt about his family. You expected him to be in a flurry over the newest addition to the family getting his powers. Getting accepted. You furrowed your brows as you walked in.

'No... I didn't want to. Are... you alright? You're off today...'

'Ay, tesoro.' He moved to be in front of you sweeping you in his arms and readily nuzzling your neck.

'You're so thoughtful... you deserve a reward.'

'A.... reward?'

'Of course.' He's still on your neck, giving it kisses, his hand exploring your flesh.

'Who else do I owe everything to? You deserve... to be taken care of.' He finally separates just a bit to look at you. You know he's scheming something. You can tell by his tone and eyes. You don't trust this... but you also saw no reason to disagree. It's been a while since your first fuck.

'Alright... what do you have in mind?'

His grin widens as he takes you by the hand.

It started with gentle kisses on the bed as he took off your clothes and left a trail all the way down until he was met with your lips. He gingerly began to lick at your labia, his hands kneading your thighs, rubbing them up and down. They stayed on your hips as his tongue delved deeper. Your breathing staggered and your hands gripped his head, your tight grip undoing his hair.

‘Aah… Bruno…’ He was being so gentle, unlike the first time. He’s being way too… unlike himself. Despite your enjoyment, you pull on his hair and make him look at you. He looked surprised but pleased.

‘What? Am I doing a bad job?’

‘No…. You need to tell me what you have planned.’ Your anxiety could not rest. It’s Bruno. He’s always had wild ideas. ‘Are you trying to distract me from something? What did you do?’

Your grip tightened enough to make him hiss, but his smile remained. ‘There’s nothing to really say. I just wanted to give you a good night… Is it a crime to want to make you feel the best I can?’

He moved his hand to forcefully separate yours from his hair. His ponytail was undone now, he took off the band that held it together and remade it hastily. Some hair still slipped away but he didn’t care as he took your legs and moved them with him as he rose. Now you had to be on your back as he stood, unable to grab at him again. He was less soft with his licks, nicking parts of you with his teeth, sucking on your clit as he fingered you. You had spurned his good graces, so now he was paying you back. You squirmed beneath him, your first orgasm ripped out of you with convulsions from the quickness of his actions.

‘WHAT WAS THAT?!’

‘Just the warm-up!’ He undid his britches and pulled out his cock, stroking himself after lowering you back down.

‘I need you to be soft… and prepared.’ At your glower he teased you by pinching your cheek. ‘That won’t do…’ He flipped you around simple enough and held your arms behind you as you squealed indignantly.

‘What are you doing?? There’s something off about you today! What are you hiding?’ You tried to face him, but he pressed your head down as he positioned you.

‘I told you…’

He aimed himself and slowly entered you, the act deliberately taking longer than it should. He made a noise in the back of his throat, nestling himself as far as he could before leaning down to kiss your back.

‘I just want you to feel good…’

You shivered. ‘….. Cabron.’

He snickered and began his slow thrusts. His hands gripped at your breasts, enjoying keeping them in place and feeling them. Nothing bad had presented itself… so you decided to enjoy the sex, slightly whimpering whenever he grazed your sensitive spot, moving in time with him so that he could hit it again. Bruno cooed at you for giving in, moving to your neck and humming into your ear as he continued rocking at a steady pace.

‘You feel wonderful, tesoro.’

‘Hmmm… I’d better, since you’re always on me like a dog.’

Bruno bit your neck at this, but you knew he wouldn’t feel insulted. Or you had hoped…

‘I am a dog… I’m yours, aren’t I?’

He moved away from you, his hands now firmly on your hips. He gave you a few squeezes as he quickened, every shot a direct hit for you.

‘Shit-Shit-Shit, can you- Slow down a little!’

‘Sorry, can’t hear you! I’m a dog, so I don’t know when to stop. I just want to fuck.’

He practically growled his last line, his nails dug into your flesh. He was going as fast as he wanted to, as deep as he cared to, though you were close to another orgasm, the sudden feeling of him twitching made your stomach become knotted.

‘Wait- Bruno- get out! Let go of-!’

‘Can’t! Hear! You!’ He was doing this on purpose. He was going to cum inside you. You squirmed at the sensation, your first time feeling him as he let out his breath and shoved as deep as he could, shot after shot of hot liquid filling you up.

You gasped for breath and trembled beneath him, unsure of what to do or what to say. You moved a hand to try to shove him off, he gripped it against your back and spoke through his heavy breathing.

‘We aren’t done yet… At least one more load for tonight…’ He pulled out just a bit, and pushed inside again, the obscene noise from it made your toes curl.

‘Bruno… why?’ Your mind was racing, you were still in shock. ‘You want me to get pregnant? You want me to have kids???’

‘Well, yeah, obviously!’ He leaned back to be close to your neck, talking into your ear.

'Come on, mi vida. It's not fair to let my sisters win. We should give the family some new Madrigals to really celebrate...'

This was it? What he was so sneaky about all night?!

‘So, what, this is all just petty revenge?!’

‘Of course not!’ He got weirdly quiet for a second, repositioning himself to not lean on you with his weight, before continuing.

‘I thought about it. We can do it. We can have kids. And we’ll raise them better…’ His arms circled around you, like an embrace. He nuzzled your neck.

'Don't you love me? Don't you want to please me?' His hand moved over your abdomen where he could feel his own thrusts. He clenched his hand over your skin, his eyes glazing at the image in his head, grunts following every word.

'I want your belly full with twins. And more after them. I want to have the most kids in the family... ngh, and we're already so late.' He paused to whisper in your ear, squeezing a tit and rolling a nipple between his fingers, his breath hitching as you clenched around him. 'I need to keep you full. I want to keep you stretched. Every night, mi vida, we need to keep going, we need to beat them, don't we?'

He turned you around to look at you, a bit of his previous load slips as he momentarily releases you, but he's back to plug you up in a second. His eyes have you unable to look away, his grin stretching his face as he laughs at you.

'Why are you looking at me like that? You said you'd do anything to help me before... Pooooor Bruno,' his hand brushes your cheek and he’s back to thrusting, you wince. You can already feel bruising.

'I know you pitied me. That's how all of this started, right? Poor, loser Bruno. Rejected by his family. Out in the streets like a dog. You should've known better than to take a stray in.'

His hand moves to your neck, massaging it it, contemplating giving it a squeeze, but he settled it back to be between your breasts. He could feel your heavy breathing and thunderous heart at once and he reveled in being the cause. He leaned back down to give you a kiss, sweet, sloppy, tender. He inhales your breath as he leaves you.

'Pobrecita. I'm never going to leave you.'

You cry out as the hand on your chest moved to tease your clit. He's on your neck; the biting, the licking, the rubbing, the thrusts. You whine, shrill sounds escaping your throat as you writhe under him, helpless to the overwhelming stimulation.

'Bruno! Stop!'

'Haaah, but you're making such pretty sounds, amor. Keep going.' He kisses the bottom of your chin, his stubble prickling your sensitive skin.

His tone stayed sweet. 'Come on, I've got you. I've got you... Cum for me? Andale, mi amor. Be a good girl...'

He picked you up with one arm, angling you better to where he knew you'd feel him the most, still touching you without his tempo stopping. He licks your chest and nibbles on a breast.

'I've got you... I want you to finish... please? Come on, baby, you're... so close I can feel it.'

'Fuck!' You gripped your pillow tightly and screamed as you did what he asked, thrusting back with him, clenching his dick, begging for his release too as you rode yours out.

'Bruno, more! More! More!' You cried. You wanted to be full, you wanted more heat, you wanted him to feel good to. Your permission was all he wanted.

'As you wish.' He thrusted a few more times, cumming inside you and dragging it out as you slowly became a ragdoll beneath him. You breathed hard as you felt every spurt spill, warmth pulling and staying even as he stopped.

So much had happened, you were both tired and running off the high. Still, he laughed deliriously at what you unwittingly have agreed to.

'You like this. You want this. Come on.'

He sounds so condescending; your irritation grows as he pinches your nose.

'Admit you want me to fuck you every night like this.'

You groan and try pushing him back, ready to get clean.

'I'm not going to admit to anything... you always do what you want anyways.'

'Aaww... wait.' Bruno stops your movements, pushing you back to bed a bit forcefully.

'We don't want any of my cum getting out of you.... yet.' He corrected the last bit at your expression. He slowly peeled himself away from you, thrusting back in any sperm that spurted without him.

'We should find a way to plug you up...'

'Bruno, I'm not going to try shoving anything that isn't safe inside me.'

'You already took me in! Why don't we try a few more- OUCH, ok, STOP MOVING!!'

He held down your legs as you kicked him, more concerned over the leaking than his own safety.

'Okay, okay. We can talk about it later. Just... stay put. I'll clean.'

Your eyebrows raised. 'You? The slob? Since when were you this nice?'

He scowled at your insult but got out of bed and kissed your forehead anyways.

'Since you agreed to have my kids.' He didn't stop at that, opting for a proper, deep kiss.

You hummed at the sudden sentiment, still wide eyed as he departed from you. His smile was soft. So unlike him.

His forehead pressed yours.

'You're mine now. I'm going to take care of you.'

You gave a little nod, unable to use your voice. He chuckled just a bit, his eyes closed and opened back to his usual asshole expression.

'Well, that's that.'

Enough being vulnerable. He got up and started doing as he promised, switching the sheets gently the best he could and wiping your body with a wet towel. He marveled at your stomach and couldn’t help caressing it as he watched it rise and fall with your breaths.

You can't leave him now. He felt reassured from the way you took him. You won’t be getting rid of him.

You're bound to him.

#villain bruno #bruno madrigal x reader #bruno x y/n #bruno x you #bruno x reader #bruno x oc #bruno madrigal x y/n #bruno madrigal #bruno madrigal x oc #cw breeding #cw dubcon #cw dubious consent #villain!bruno au #FINALLY I FINISHED THIS FOR YOU SING #THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST AND FOR THE SUPPORT #AAAAAAAAH I HOPE I DID WELL WITH THIS IM SORRY I TRIED

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autistfanatic · 1 year

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How can you NOT imagine Villain!Bruno sing "COME MY MINIONS! RISE FOR YOUR MASTER! LET YOUR EVIL SHINE!"

#villain bruno #bruno madrigal #in the dark of the night #encanto

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litgwritersroom · 2 years

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A rewrite of the sexy dance-off scene, where one character can’t hide their real feelings.

LET’S GO

Season 4 - 1400 words - Angie/ MC - Suz (@mrsbsmooth)

Angie thinks she and Siobhan are just best friends. But Siobhan’s not dancing for the boys.

So in this one, Dylangate happened earlier, and the heartrate challenge happened after it.

And this prompt is actually inspired by a specific song - the dance / song referenced in this fic specifically was prompted by this video

https://youtu.be/ZmhmkOpDbH0

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“You’re next, Shiv”

Angie reached the top of the stairs and found Siobhan stretching on the floor.

As she caught Angie’s eye, she spread her legs, effortlessly moving into a full split. Her muscles flexed as her legs spread apart, making Angie’s eyes dart up and down.

She was a dancer, so Angie shouldn’t have been surprised that she was flexible. But… holy moly.

Black tank top, black brazillian knickers, fishnet stockings, and bright red fuck-me boots.

God, she murdered this look.

But she murdered every look. She was, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman Angie had ever seen. She wasn’t gay. She wasn’t even into girls. But god. She’d never seen anything like Siobhan.

It was like she’d stepped out of a comic book.

Her body was… god. And her lips… urgh. And her eyes… And she just… Fuckin’ hell.

These boys weren’t going to know what hit them. Shiv had danced a little at cocktail parties, and her and Bruno had shown off their dancing a little… but god, he was a fucking shit.

Ever since he’d made her sleep on the daybeds, something had changed between him and Siobhan. She seemed to hate him for it.

She didn’t break up with him… and she was certainly still fucking him… but it was like she’d opened her heart to him.

And he’d hurt her.

So she’d slammed it. The fuck. Shut. And no crowbar, no key, no amount of (apparently great) dick he could give her, was going to be enough for her to trust him again.

Angie’s partnership wasn’t much better. Tom was clearly head over heels for Siobhan. So was Youcef. And Najuma. Day three, Shiv had coupled up with Najuma, who’d never been able to look anywhere else since. Everyone wanted Siobhan. She was… god.

She was a god. A goddess.

And she was kind. And funny. And silly. And smart. And considerate. And her best, best, best friend.

Angie couldn’t wait to see her dance.

Thinking about Shiv dancing sent a shudder through her, and her bottom lip quivered.

Shiv pulled her legs in, and extended a hand to Angie. “Help me up, babe”

Angie steadied her back against the wall, and reached for her, pulling her up. Shiv jumped up, and stumbled forward, steadying herself by placing her hand on the wall next to Angie’s head.

For a moment… Angie thought she’d done it on purpose, and she felt something in her throat catch.

The deep red paint on Siobhan’s lips glistened, as her tongue darted across them. A wisp of raven black hair fell across her face, and Shiv traced a long nail up her cheek as she tucked it behind her ear.

She leaned in, letting her lips linger just next to Angie’s cheek. Her breath was hot. The closeness of it making Angie feel a little lightheaded.

Just the adrenaline. It’s just the adrenaline.

“Make sure you’re watching, yeah?” Shiv stepped back. “I did this one for you”

She threw a wink at Angie, and turned, making her way down the stairs.

Angie settled in, kneeling on the benches with the other girls, peering over to watch Shiv drive the boys crazy. She wondered if she could make one of them cum without even touching him. If anyone could do it, Shiv could. And it’d probably be Tom.

The boys were looking between each other, nervous.

But then the music started.

The deep, haunting bars filled the villa, and Angie felt a flutter in her stomach as Shiv rounded the corner.

She stepped slowly toward the boys, her legs crossing with each step. Her hips swayed with the beat, her movements sharp and considered.

She knows what she’s doing.

As the sensual female vocals started, Shiv’s movements synced with the beat, winding her body seductively.

On one beat, she stopped, and squatted down, slapping her thighs, and Angie felt a pulsing heat between her legs.

What the…

But Shiv didn’t stop there. She continued to the floor, crawling, rolling around, arching her back, dragging herself through full splits.

Angie had no idea what this performance looked like from the front… but she was almost certain that Shiv had done this on purpose. Because the real show was the one from the back.

Her perfect, perfect ass. God. Fucking. Damn it.

But it wasn’t just the dancing. It was the song. Angie could feel the beat of the song through her entire body. Something about the words was doing something to her.

“I could be a better boyfriend than him

I could do the shit that he never did

Up all night, I won't quit

Thinking I'm gonna steal you from him

I could be such a gentleman

Plus all my clothes would fit”

It was like song was calling her. Begging her.

And everything seemed to fall in to place all at once.

How much Angie hated Bruno. How jealous she got. How angry she was about Shiv being treated badly. Why the innocent “just-for-funsies” kisses they’d shared after a few drinks had left her breathless.

Why her legs entwined with Shiv’s as she held her all night on the daybeds that night had left her wetter than she’d ever been in her life.

She’d thought it had just been a weird dream.

“I never would have left you alone

Here on your own glued to your phone

Never would have left you alone

For someone else to take you home”

It was like she was singing the song to Shiv, and she was performing it for the both of them.

Showing Angie everything they could be.

The realisation hit her like a slap in the face.

And she looked at Shiv, winding her way around in front of the boys, each of them looking like they’d cut each others’ dicks off for a chance to fuck her right then and there.

What she wouldn’t give to go down there. Have her hands on her waist. Let her hands fall over her ass, pulling her against her. Rip those fucking stockings off her. Get her on her back. Throw those fucking boots across the room.

Another wave of shudders came over her, but this one travelled all the way down, sending a wave of heat through her.

She’d never felt this way about someone before.

Wanted them. Needed them. Desired them.

But almost as soon as it started, the dance was over. And Angie had to face the reality.

I want her.

I want to be with her.

I’m… I might be in love with her.

But before she could plan how the fuck she was going to deal with this revelation, the other girls ran down to chat to the boys. Angie lingered. She needed a minute. To calm down. To try and breathe. She knew her secret would be discovered as soon as she walked down there. Her breath fast. Palms sweaty. Nipples hard enough to show through her flimsy outfit.

“Ange! Hurry up! We’re about to get the results!”

She made her way down, purposely avoiding Shiv’s gaze. Bruno had pulled her into his lap, and was already kissing her shoulder, clearly staking a claim to his territory.

He may as well have lifted his leg and pissed on her.

Fuckhead. Angie thought.

Najuma’s phone chimed.

“The winner of the heart rate challenge is… the girls!”

The girls cheered

“The person who raised heart rates the most overall was… Siobhan! Congratulations! You have won a night in the hideaway for you and the islander of your choice”

Everyone applauded as Bruno pushed her to stand, as he pulled her away.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Shiv laughed

He looked confused.

“I’m taking Angie”

What?

Angie met her gaze for the first time since her dance had ended. Her eyes were ablaze with desire. Because she knew.

She knew what her dance had done to Angie.

And she knew that Angie had finally figured out what was going on between them.

She walked over to Angie, wrapping her arms around her neck as she whispered in her ear again.

“What do you say, babe? Figured it out yet?”

Angie nodded.

“Good. Let’s go.”

#villain Bruno #sorry #lol #litg #litg writers room #love island the game #litg fanfic #litg season 4 #writers room #litg s4 #prompt #MrsBSmooth

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esmiblood90irisglimmer · 2 years

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Bruno Snaps

Villain Bruno AU

*Pepa and Bruno arguing about her wedding. Since technically it was Pepa own fault for causing the hurricane herself*

Pepa: I swear, you're such a bitch. No wonder the town despites you

Bruno: Ooooh, I was a bitch to you, huh? You don't remember when I was nice? And nice? And nice again? And again? And again? And again? And again? And then I was a bitch?! *Coldly chuckle* You don't remember that do you?

Pepa: *silent*

Bruno: *walking away from his older sister*

((The quotes that Bruno rant about is on TikTok. "And then I was Bitch" ))

#encanto #antonio madrigal #camilo madrigal #dolores madrigal #mirabel madrigal #alma madrigal #felix madrigal #isabela madrigal #julieta madrigal #pepa madrigal #agustin madrigal #pedro madrigal #villain bruno #bruno madrigal

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queenofthedisneyverse · 2 years

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I’m glad we all jumped on the band wagon of Villain Bruno having sharp fangs. And quick question, did he already have them?

#bruno madrigal #villain bruno

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its-to-the-death · 4 months

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Villain Song Showdown Bracket A Round 1

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We Don't Talk About Bruno (Encanto) - Villain: Bruno Madrigal (assumedly)

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No One Remembers Achmed (Twisted) - Villain: Prince Achmed

Mod comment: TIGER FUCKER

#villain song showdown #vss bracket a #villain song showdown round 1 #bruno madrigal #encanto #twisted the untold story of a royal vizier #starkid #team starkid #prince achmed #Youtube

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sseniita · 28 days

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i'ma leave the window ooooopeeen

It was dark, stormy, and the villain was still an hour away from home. Her car had broken down (the police chase was its final straw), her phone was dead (it was run over during said police chase), and the rain was mercilessly pounding against her thin jacket. Coincidently, she had found her way to the alleyway of the Hero’s apartment. She wasn’t supposed to know where the hero lived, but after one day she surprisingly appeared in her apartment and stole her food and stayed the night (she definitely shouldn’t be thinking about that night) she rationalised that it was only fair that the hero let her crash on her couch for a night. Despite her better judgement, she climbed on the fire escape and made her way up.

The hero didn’t lock her windows, she was practically begging the villain to raid her fridge. The villain made her way in through the small window, slipping off her shoes being careful not to track in mud on the couches under the bay window. This was to no avail, once she was finally standing in the apartment she was dripping wet onto the hardwood floors. She took in the dark apartment, cosy. She was sure that in the daylight it followed a pleasant palette of pastel pinks, blues, and greens, but the only lighting was the occasional lightning that burst outside, allowing only for speculation of the hero’s taste in home decor. She did however, make out the crocheted plushies and framed watercolour paintings scattered throughout. It was a small apartment, the one main room cramping the kitchen, dining, and living room all in one. A quick glance to a door left ajar confirmed the hero must be sleeping soundly. Her cautious steps made their way to the fridge, hoping to find leftovers she could eat cold. Before even opening the fridge she felt a blunt pain to the side of his skull, a force with enough strength to toss her onto the checkered flooring of the tiny kitchen.

“Who are you! How did you- oh. Ith’s you.” The hero stood above the villain, bat in hand, wearing a tiny tank top and even tinier night shorts. Good lord. The villain’s hand quickly came to the side of her head to feel for any bleeding or swelling.

“What the hell?” She screamed. The hero turned on a light, revealing her messy bun and retainer smile.

“I’m thorry, I thought you were an inthruder” The villain brought herself up, supported by the countertop. The hero had put down their weapon and seemed unconcerned at her own indecent appearance.

“In your defence, I am an inthruder.” She said, way to smug for someone who couldn’t stand up without the floors moving. The hero rolled her eyes at the jest at her lisp, without shame, she spit out her retainers, returning to her room to put them in their little case.

“What are you doing here?” She said on the way, “How do you know where I live?”

“Same way you knew where I lived.”

“By being an obsessed stalker?” She yelled from her bedroom. The villain finally opened the hero's fridge, finding nothing but a few apples, a loaf of bread, and three heads of cauliflower.

What is wrong with this woman?

“Yup. You got any actual food?”

“Nope. Get away from my cauliflower!” The hero threw a towel on the villain, a towel she considered an invitation to stay.

“You stink.” she sneered.

“Running around this city’s alleyways on a rainy night will do that to ya.” She winked.

“Ya well, take a shower or something.” She yawned.

“Sounds heavenly, care to join me?”

“You wish, Beautiful”

The villain made their way, oddly excited to find out what shampoo the hero used to make her hair always smell so good.

Cotton Candy Raspberry Explosion. Got it. She thought as she stepped into the shower.

The hero seemed to yawn the tiredness away, once the villain was finished with her shower she found the hero watching mindless late night tv on her extremely plush couch. The hero cradled a pillow close to her chest, the mess on the floor cleaned and a plate of grilled cheese still warm on the coffee table. She didn’t seem to notice when the villain appeared in the bathroom doorway with nothing but a towel covering her.

“Uh, you wouldn't happen to have some ex-boyfriend’s stolen clothes around, would you?”

The hero’s vision quickly moved from the tv to the villain’s arms. The villain's body had been laden with scars throughout the years, causing an annoying insecurity within the villain when on display, but something about the hero’s stare made her ego rise dangerously high.

“You look fine like that” she smirked.

“I don’t doubt it, but it’s a bit chilly.”

“I can give you a blanket?”

“Clothes. Please.”

The hero laughed, as she stood from the couch, motioning the villain over to her bedroom. Being naked in the hero’s bedroom with only a tiny pink towel that had ‘beach babe’ written on it was a humbling experience for the villain. As the hero rummaged in her closet the villain found herself hoping she didn’t actually take out some ex boyfriend’s ivy league sweater for her to wear. Instead she pulled out a huge snuggie, which she initially thought to be a comforter.

“You’re kidding.”

“Really? Cause it’s pink?”

“That’s not the problem here.”

“Well I have nothing else for you! You’re huge-”

“Sure am.” She interjected.

“-and unless you wanna wait around naked for an hour while your clothes dry, this is the only option.” The hero threw the snuggie at the villain and she almost caught it before realising that would require both hands, one of which wasn’t available for it was busy gripping the towel for dear life. The towel was so damn tiny it couldn’t even wrap around her completely. She let the snuggie fall to her feet and admitted defeat.

“A little privacy?”

“You, alone in my bedroom? No way. Use the bathroom.”

The villain used tiny kicks to get the snuggie into the bathroom all while the hero’s laughs mocked her from behind.

The hero was lucky her grilled cheese tasted so good; so there she was: pink snuggie, pink towel on her head, eating a grilled cheese and watching family feud reruns with her arch nemesis at 2 in the morning. She was half hoping the hero to offer to cut her cuticles.

“So what are you doing here, anyways?”

“Police chase.” She said through bites. “Phone died. Awful storm. And you just happened to be close by. Thought I could crash on your couch tonight.”

“Why would you think that?”

“Hmm?”

“I’ve been trying to arrest you for four years.”

“Well, I’m taking the grilled cheese as a truce.”

The tv continued for a while as the both women got comfy, the villain had long lost any tiredness, but the snuggie was proving comfortable to the hero at her side. It was 3 AM when the hero’s head had finally fallen onto the villain’s shoulder. It was 15 after when she started snoring. The villain had to remind herself how much of a pain in the neck the hero was to resist pulling back some hairs from her cheeks. They had gotten too comfortable. To buddy-buddy the villain's superior had said. The villain vowed to never fraternize again after they went a tad bit too far once. But god was it good to look back.

They had both anticipated awkwardness or total avoidance but it seemed neither of them wanted it. Opting to ignore the fateful encounter and pretend it never happened. But it happened. It really happened. As slowly as she could she turned off the television and began to scoop the snoring hero into her arms, she tossed a little, murmuring something about her cauliflower while lifting her up. She ignored with great strength the soft skin of her thighs against her fingers and the way she cradled her head into her neck as she carried her to her bed. The crocheted plushies never ended, a bee, a dinosaur, a plushie that looked strangely like it was wearing the villain’s suit. She ignored the heat in her cheeks and set the hero down on the squishy mattress.

“This is a terrible mattress for your spine.” She whispered, tucking her in.

“Mhhrrm” she responded.

She was about to leave and rummage through the hero's closets for a blanket when a hand softly gripped her wrist, with eyes stilll closed the hero mumbled something almost incoherent.

“Stay,” she whispered.

“We shouldn’t, hero.”

“We won’t do anything. It’s just cold.”

“You have like 14 blankets on your bed.”

“It’s still cold. I have no more for you to cover yourself with.”

“Ever the sacrificial type, hero.” She allowed himself the pleasure of finally getting the hero's hair out of her face, resting her hand on her cheek. She sunk into it, releasing her grip on her wrist. The villain couldn’t help it any longer, she made his way to the other side of the bed.

“It’s my job”

“Just tonight, hero.” The second she was under the blankets she was met with the hero’s warm presence gripping onto her.

“Ya, you’re not my type anyways. I just want you for your body.” She muttered into the crook of her neck. She wrapped her arms around her, shocked at how perfect they felt together. Before the hero's quiet snores reappeared, the villain felt a smile against her skin.

“Your bosses suck by the way.”

“So do yours.”

“Hmm.” She readjusted herself. “I should start locking my window.”

The villain chuckled. “Nah.”

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