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harbingersglory · 4 months

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hii could i req an soft dom arlecchino x sub/fem reader?? something w a really needy whiny reader n maybe like a mommy kink or thigh riding IDK tysm for ur time !

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"Slowly, doll. We're not in a rush." Arlecchino reprimands lightly, squeezing your hips with just enough force to keep you unmoving on her thigh– she was still being gentle, but the subtle warning in her tone spoke to how easily she could push you against the desk and turn you into such a mess that you couldn't even remember your own name..just that you were hers.

But the barest hint of stimulation from her slacks pressed against your throbbing cunt had you twitching, barely able to form words. All you could think about was the scorching, twisting need building in your stomach, desperation for relief slowly climbing until you'd think she was doing this on purpose to drive you mad.

"Please– 'm a good girl, right? I've been good.." You choked out, only to be met with the rough, husky laugh echoing in your ear that made you feel dizzy with a rush of need, her nails gliding along the skin of your hips as she pressed you down even more firmly– you couldn't see her face but it was easy to imagine the crooked smile twisting her lips at the way you inhaled sharply and tried to buck against her thigh.

"Shh. I know, doll. I've got you, just relax." She murmured in that sickly sweet tone that always had your knees buckling, the raspiness of her voice sending shivers down your spine. It was almost impossible to relax with her so close, the notes of metal lingering on her skin despite how well she presents herself– but you trusted her, despite how you know you shouldn't.

"There we go. Good girl." Arlecchino's grip on your hips loosened just enough for you to move if you so wished, and oh did it take every ounce of restraint to not do just that..she hadn't said you were allowed to, and you weren't about to spoil her good mood by being a brat. Not tonight, anyway. "Do you want to cum, doll?"

The fervent nod you offer in place of words draws a laugh from her lips, one that is almost mocking, making your face flush in embarrassment– but the sudden tap against your hip makes your mind go blank to the point you forget it all together, focused only on the feeling of her thigh rubbing against your cunt as you bucked against her thigh, the fabric slick and wet against your inner thighs. You'd have half the heart to be embarrassed about that, too, if not for the sudden brush of her thumb against your aching, neglected clit. Just that small touch has you speeding up your movements, practically drooling as you whimpered like a dog in heat.

"That's more like it, doll. Such a pretty girl." Arlecchino hummed, her other hand trailing up your stomach, between the valley of your breasts and ghosting across your throat before settling on grabbing your jaw in a firm, yet almost tender touch as she tilted your head to the side just enough for her to pull you into a burning kiss. It left you lightheaded, grinding down against her thigh as she claimed your mouth as her own, her thumb still ghosting over your clit sporadically.

She'd spent so long teasing you, constantly touching you but never where you needed her, that you already felt like you were going to snap like a wire. She must've been in a really good mood, then, when she pulled away from the kiss with an almost predatory lick of her lips, yet she settled on pressing kisses to your skin rather then the usual sharp bite of her teeth as they sunk into the curve of your shoulder.

"Are you close? Go on. I want to see your face when you cum– you look the prettiest when you finally break apart, doll." Arlecchino mused idly– as if she wasn't talking to you while you continued to rub your aching cunt against her thigh, chasing your own release through shaky, strained breaths. Her thumb swiped over your lips, brushing strands of hair stuck to your skin from your face– at the same time as she swiped her thumb more firmly against your clit, creating a vicious contrast that had you both melting at the barest hint of almost softness from her and the touch of her hand between your legs, dragging you into an orgasm that leaves you trembling and, had she not shoved her fingers into your mouth, screaming, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes.

"All done, little doll. Take it easy." She murmured, voice so quiet you almost didn't hear it, thumb swiping across your cheek to wipe away the stray tear, her hands pulling away to settle on your sides. "You did well– good girl. Let me take it from here."

#genshin impact smut #genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #minors dni #writing tag #arlecchino x reader #arlecchino smut #i considered the mommy part for half a second but i see arle as the biggest butch and i didnt want 2 swap it on the fly looks around #the projection is just a little too hard my bad. i am obnoxiously annoying abt butch arle...#n e way ough soft arle...........not done enough......arle being rough is a given bc shes Like That but like #soft.......#i am weak for a woman who can do both and switch on a dime #arle imo leans like. 80-90% towards rough but shes got a soft spot if shes in a good mood yknow..#i wrote this at 1 am on like uhhh 2 hrs of sleep if it isnt good uhhhhh blame it on that lol #im just feeling it out rn anyway tryna get into writing proper smut again its been a hot minute oop #passes out and dies ough......................#also did NOT spellcheck i just wrote it all in one sitting and called it a day i am gonna pass out now so if u see a typo....#no u didnt #im not done yet wait a minute okay now just. soft arle got me okay. its rlly rare but shes good at playing nice okay #the appeal of arle is fucked up little creature but sometimes u want 2 be pampered i get it #OKAY im actually shutting up now passes out in the middle of the road

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k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9 · 9 months

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#text #quotes #magic #p e r v e r s i o n #s e x u a l i t y #h o r n y

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ch3rie-pop · 5 months

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I’ve been hoarding these for a hot minute I apologize

FEAST SCP-049 STANS!!!!

Biblically accurate plague doctor and fellow my beloved

I changed his design up a bit so it makes more sense to how he looks canonically

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luxmoogle · 12 days

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Your bio says you can be bribed with lux, but what about 13 postcards I found randomly? Would you take those?

..THIRTEEN????

#XIII #1101 1101 1101 1101 #X I I I #DARKNESS #1101 1101 1101 1101 1101 1101 1101 1101 1101 1101 #13 #DOOR TO DARKNESS #ABYSS #d a r k n e s s i s h a l f o f e v e r y t h i n g #d a r k n e s s #a m e a n i n g l e s s e f f o r t #oNe who knows n o t h i n g #can u n d er sta n d n o t h i n g

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mindibindi · 1 month

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h-doodles · 5 months

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thank u mommy i mean mommy i mean mommy i mean MO—

#this has been in my drafts for 3 days. im finally drunk enough to release this into the wilds #n e gays #thank u tiktok capcut templates for ur service i will not attempt this again #but still. MEOWS LOUDLY FOR MIRANDA <3 #resident lover #resident evil #mother miranda #mother miranda x reader

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kurapikasjudgement · 4 months

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Isn’t it weird how Kurapika Kurta wasn’t told something about his own eyes, something he wouldn’t notice until he met you. When he first laid eyes on you, he was glad to be wearing contacts because his eyes were glowing bright. So bright he was afraid you might be able to see them despite the coverup. He initially thought it was something telling him that you were danger, there was a secret that made you just…wrong. And with the forced proximity of the hunter’s exam, he took it as a chance to find out what was so wrong with you. That was until one night…there was a time where it was just the two of you…and despite his deep rooted feeling of something, you were making out until sunrise. And he was hooked. It happened again and again until you finally saw him without his contacts one day, and noticed his eyes. You questioned, not afraid but curiously. And this is when the truth broke of his past. And you were more perceptive than him when he said “They turn scarlet when I have strong feelings” and your mind didn’t automatically go to “he hates me”. No, you knew that he liked you…a lot. And being the person you are, you pointed that out, and that was the first time he was speechless in front of you. Complete and utter shock because you were right. How did he not notice it? It sneaks up on you don’t ask me. But it was a good thing in the end. Because that glow in his eyes never stopped for you, and it was good.

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notoriouslydevious · 2 years

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nonnieapple · 7 months

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⛈☂ Strings☂⛈

• (Marshall Lee x reader) • r a t i n g: t e e n & u p • 2 4 2 5 w o r d s • p o s t e d 24.09.2023 🌧 navigation ☔️ SEQUEL • s u m m a r y: marshall likes snooping around, and you like peace and quiet.

The rain fell on the grasslands of Aaa and surrounding areas. The animals in the forests hid under trees, candy citizens ran into bars, and Marshall Lee floated high off the ground.

He floated to the empty Tree House. The willow branches dripped with cold water and glistened like rhinestones. He tapped on the glass. No one answered. Adjusting his jacket and turning invisible, he let himself in, prying the glass up with his claws. It opened with a slight screech. He flew in, shaking the raindrops off his leather jacket.

The water dropped to the wooden ground. He looked up and flinched, turning visible as he was met with a figure on the couch in the kitchen.

They held a left-handed guitar made of bone, decorated with worn stickers. They held a pick shaped like a heart as they strummed out chords of Francis Forver, strumming the e-string angrily each time they messed up, concentrating so hard it was almost intimidating.

Marshall floated above them as he zipped up one of his pockets.

You jolted up, stopped playing, nearly dropped your guitar, and with wide eyes watched as some guy appeared in front of you.

He had mint skin, black hair wet from the rain, black and red eyes you never got used to, and an expression that confused you. Maybe fear, or worry. You screamed, and he did as well. It was Marshall Lee- kind of a friend of a friend with whom you occasionally crossed paths.

Kinda a person you thought was mad cool, but not someone you were close with.

"What are you doing here?" He asked. His voice was calm and bordering on deep. You hadn't heard him speak much, and it was startling.

You raised a brow.

"I could ask you the same question!" You jabbed.

He floated down, eyes staring at your instrument.

"Nice guitar." He bent over to inspect it. You pulled away. His tone was between mocking and impressed. Personal space breached, raise the grimace shields.

He was acting quite calm. You were, too. Internally, though, you screamed, your heartbeat wild, hands drumming on your thighs.

"Um... thanks? Did Fionna invite you over?" You changed your posture from a slouch to the straightest and stiffest pose known to Aaa. Even your tone was stiff. You weren't a person who was comfortable with others around, often becoming a robotic, clumsy mess, and you were even worse with people you barely knew. Cool people you barely knew? Instant death.

"Nope."

Your face flashed with concern. Marshall wasn't... malicious, but he was trouble, and glob forbid he dragged you into some antics. Can't a guy practice some guitar on a rainy afternoon?

"As LSP would say, I'm crashing." He shrugged casually.

You strummed your guitar. It was still connected to your demonic amp. The amount of demons you had to fight to get that thing was crazy. But it was worth it. The sound was clear, the controls were precise, and it sounded otherworldly, especially with deadstortion.

He floated near you and nearly stood on his feet. The silence hung in the air as your eyes drifted around the kitchen.

"Mind if I try?" He spoke gently, far more soft compared to his usual sass. It could be something he put on in front of groups of people. Or maybe your deer-in-headlights demeanor was enough to make even him more careful.

Your eyes fell on him and you folded your arms, not before gesturing to the instrument swiftly.

"Uh no, go ahead." You nodded and raised your shoulders, tense.

Marshall scooped it into his arms. It fit great. His long fingers spanned across the frets nicely. He had hands made for playing guitar, and that made you envious. Even with practice, you couldnʼt reach so far. He positioned himself, floating mid-air.

Your face was a mix of curiosity and surprise.

"No pick? Just... fingers?" You raised a brow, the words coming out faster than you thought. He laughed lightly, and you flushed.

"I'm good with them." You choked on air as you sat stiffly, stifling a nervous laugh. If you were flushed before, now all your blood was definitely in your awkward face.

He strummed and his long ears perked up at the sound.

"You're left-handed?" He bit the edges of his black lips, positioning his fingers. He didn't need to take so long doing all that. He was stalling. Curious.

"Not quite. A dragon tore off one of my left fingertips, so I can't hold down the frets without gross pain," You rambled quietly as you rested against the red cushions.

He played what was definitely, unmistakably Misirlou. You had to close your mouth at the speed of his wrist. Looking at that shit was enough to give your wrist a sprain.

He lifted his hands, holding the guitar loosely as he stared in your general direction expectantly. You cleared your throat.

"You seem good at left-handed playing. I've only seen you play right before." Marshall's expression flashed disappointment for a second before returning to a chill one.

"I've had a thousand years to learn, if I couldn't play either, that would be embarrassing." He smiled. Damn, that guitar suited him...

"Same with money... imagine being poor after like a thousand years..." You tapped on the table, lost in thought, partially about vampires, but mostly about a vampire.

"I can't, I own half of Aaa and my mom is the ruler of the Nightosphere. I used to own this Tree House!" He motioned to a part of the tree, and objects lifted to reveal an M carved into it.

"I remember that. I wasn't there but I heard about it." You nodded.

"Guess you've heard a lot about me?" He lifted his brows.

"Quite a- oooh. I get it."

"Get what?" A grin tugged at his lips.

"That wasn't an actual question, was it?" You squinted up with a smug expression.

"Wow. Pretty and smart. Package deal," He said with the perfect delivery- just the right amount of casualness for the line to be missed unless you were paying attention. And you indubitably were; you dearly hoped he didn't notice and you came off as cool and mysterious. Your flush and rigidity betrayed your discomfort.

Marshall passed you your guitar, and you leaned on it with your elbow, brushing hair away from your face as you looked around the room, searching for something interesting.

Dishes. Fridge. Your shaky hands. Paintings. Tree bark. A bug in the corner. Inevitably, your eyes fell back on Marshall. Your attention jumped from his clothes to his hair, to his inhuman features.

"Why are you staring?" You blanched and your expression fell. You met his eyes. If you looked down you'd be even more suspicious.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to. Your eyes are...." You trailed off. Shit. You weren't looking at his globdamn eyes, but you weren't about to say "Nice cock, bro".

"Horrifying? Demonic?" You swore he floated closer to you. You recoiled, pursing your lips.

"Interesting."

Good save, idiot.

His arrogant little facade faded, replaced by tired disappointment.

"It's also interesting how you're already tall but still float."

He shrugged.

"Alright, I'll bite." He stood on the ground. You finally got a good look at his frame and height, and man was that good look good. Every part of him was long and slim, from his ears to his eyes and fingers, and who else knows what. You slapped yourself internally at the thought.

He sat down next to you, setting his right calf onto his left thigh. He inclined his head.

"Not literally." He flashed the tips of his fangs. He fished a box of cigarettes out of his pocket, turning to you and slicking back his drying hair.

"You want some?"

You grimaced.

"No. and you shouldn't smoke inside. And this shit is bad for your vocal health." The rain still raged on, yet it felt like a calming ambiance when in the comfort of the Tree House.

"Aww, come on. Just once," He beckoned sweetly, nearing your face, feigning demonic puppy eyes. You shook your head. He set them down on the couch, as well as a red lighter. So much of his stuff was red. It was like if you had everything made outta food.

"It's like murder. It's a slippery slope."

You bounced your leg, checking your phone. You scrolled through your notifications. As empty as your heart.

"Sometimes I check my messages and realize just how bitchless I am..."

"Can't relate. I have lots of friends and messages...." He spread his arms over the backboard, gesturing in the air as his eyes wandered. He had a real soulful expression, as though he was speaking of glob itself.

Marshall dropped his arms, sighed, and frowned.

"Okay, yeah, I don't have anyone close to me. Sure I hang out with people but I'm kind of a loner," He admitted quietly, reminiscent of your insecure and anxious tone.

"You saw me earlier. I'm not much of a loner as much as I am a loser..."

"That's where we're different. But together we make a lone loser." He gestured to his unbeating heart, speaking like a damn motivational speaker. You smiled.

"Perfect."

A silence lingered. If not for the raging storm out, you would've heard the caw of a cyclops crow.

The silence turned strange as you made prolonged eye contact. Your proximity sent you into a fever. He didn't have any warmth- it felt like you had stolen all of it at once.

You tore your gaze away, opening up a portal with your pick and putting your guitar in. Marshall's eyes widened and he jerked in surprise.

"Where did that go?!" His voice strained against serenity.

"Uhhh I put it in its case. Between the Nightosphere-" You lifted your hand.

"The Nightosphere?" He interrupted with worry.

"-And the deadworlds. Let me finish." You readjusted yourself, unamused.

"Oh, I'll let you finish alright. Not like that. Are you finished?"

Your mouth was agape.

"You made that a lot worse than it was. Yes, I'm done."

You would never forget the awkwardness that plagued you throughout that whole interaction. It would forever be embedded in your cringing bones.

You browsed on your phone, refreshing your conversation with Fionna. No updates. Not even a bad meme. Sad.

Your arms rested on the table as you set your phone face down. You contemplated making tea.

"Why haven't we talked much before?"

That was a difficult question. You braced yourself as you turned your head to him just a tad.

"Honestly? I was... afraid of you. Not because of the demon vampire thing," You quickly defended yourself.

"That's surprising..." Marshall mumbled.

"Sorry." He raised his arms defensively.

"But because you're... I'm gonna sound stupid." You laid face down and laughed nervously, in sync with the drops hitting the windows.

"I doubt that. You're not Fionna."

The corners of your mouth tilted up, and you shot the vampire a dirty look.

"Shut up!" You laughed hollowly, surprised by his little joke.

He gave you a tight-lipped smile.

"You're cool, and I thought you were better than interacting with someone like me." The words did sound stupid coming out of your mouth. The thoughts were completely irrational.

"Someone with mutual interests and more to talk about than hacking monsters or angry exes?" He quirked a brow.

"I'm not trying to rationalize it. Also, I have plenty of exes to talk about." You raised your phone.

Marshall's face was practically begging you to not.

"Please don't."

"Fine. You're safe. For now. One was a demon." You glared at a picture of them with you. He peeked over your shoulder.

"That's interesting...."

"You said not to talk about it." You leaned on your palm, feigning disinterest.

"I take it back, come on! Don't leave me hanging," He asked desperately, ghosting his black claws over your now upright back. You shuffled away.

"You'll have to beg-"

Your phone buzzed. You hummed with displeasure, reading the message right away.

"Glob. You gotta go, Fionna will be here soon," You urged as you stood up, straightening out your clothes and stretching as you paced around the room. Marshall paused for a second and decided to stand up.

"You're right. No fun getting caught." He shoved his hands into his pockets, walking to the window. You watched his movements carefully as he opened up the window, putting his foot on the ledge, and floating, defying gravity.

As he left, you were hit with a lot of. A lot. Just, a lot.

You put the kettle on the stove, sitting on the counter, relaxing, finally.

You had always... wanted to hang out with him, but, damn, you didn't think it'd happen. And he wasn't as intimidating as he came off! You felt all funny inside, still absolutely high off the adrenalin of it all. When you saw him appear it was like your body got restarted.

The water began to boil, and you poked at dry leaves of colorful tea.

You were surprised as Marshall flew back in. You didn't have time to process a thing. He observed you as you lounged with owlish eyes. He picked up his lighter and cigarettes. He hadn't looked away.

"Forgot these." He glanced from the objects to you. He headed for the window again. He hesitated.

"These aren't tobacco, you know."

You raised your brows. He flew out as the front door rattled and Fionna and Cake yelled loudly. You waved to Marshall, only to see that he was gone, and the window was open.

You sat like a statue with a mystified gaze.

The kettle whistled and Fionna waved her hand in front of your face.

Did you fumble or did you fumble hard? Maybe if you had taken the offer, something else would be ha...

"Are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost," Cake frowned, poking your knee. You moved the kettle and Fionna turned off the stove.

"No, I saw a... yep, saw a ghost. A cool ghost," You replied breathlessly and somewhat robotically as you finally managed to focus on the two. You poured hot water from the kettle into your favorite mug. It had a cat on it. Dropping tea leaves into the water, you watched as the leaves seeped a bright ruby, and swirled with darker, near-black swirls.

Rain still poured outside, albeit it was far calmer than previously. You hoped Marshall was fine.

You held up two more mugs. You smiled awkwardly.

"Anyone want tea?"

#☂️#w r i t i n g #a d v e n t u r e t i m e #adventure time #marshall lee x reader #marshall lee

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sentientsky · 2 months

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#shaking my fist at my whatsapp messages like ‘alex WHAT have u done to me?’#hello I am lesbiab #lesbean #lezbeein #L E S B I A N #scully #dana scully #x files #lesbian #sapphic #shitpost #kinda

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puddleslimewrites · 11 months

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Physics Lesson

Part 2

TW: gun/gun mention

Villain leaned over Hero's shoulder. "What are you working on?"

Hero startled badly and looked around, eyes wide. "My god, don't scare me like that. Uh..." They blinked, realizing they didn't recognize the person's face.

Villain gave a disarming smile that would have had anyone else fooled. "You don't recognize my voice?" The villain leaned closer, fingers digging into Hero's shoulders and delighting in the way their enemy froze up at the touch. With a mild-mannered grin on their lips, they practically purred in their ear. "I've been wondering where you disappeared to, [Hero]."

"...[Villain]." The name was barely a whisper on the hero's tongue. Their eyes darted to check their surroundings.

The library was empty, save for the bookshelves that surrounded them in the little alcove Hero had dragged this desk into.

Villain took the seat across from them. "This is a study area, yes?" They glanced at the sign on the wall to their right as if they actually needed to check. When they looked back, they tapped Hero's notebook, smile still playing on their lips. "Study with me."

Hero stared at them, expression carefully neutral. They made to get up, chair scraping softly on the carpet, but they didn't even get to bend their knees before they found the barrel of a handgun pointed at their face. "Where are you going?" Villain asked. It sounded polite, like an innocent inquiry.

Slowly, Hero scooted forward until their legs were fully underneath the table. They didn't have a weapon to defend themself, and Villain was always a quicker draw than them, anyway. As they both settled back into their seats, Hero eyed the criminal warily. What did the villain want? What could their motive be for tracking them here?

"Show me how to do- what is this?" Villain picked up one of the stray sheets of paper scattered over the desk. If they weren't being held hostage, Hero might have smiled at the way their eyes narrowed at the list of equations.

"Physics," they provided reluctantly.

"Physics." For a brief moment Hero could have sworn they saw a frown, but the mask of feigned interest was back up the next time they blinked. "This looks like math to me."

Hero actually snorted and rolled their eyes - for show, of course. If they were stuck here studying with an extra annoyance, they might as well try to relax a bit. "Yeah, that's bascially what physics is."

"Hm." The criminal discarded the reference sheet for one of the example problems. "I didn't take you for a scholar."

"Degree's not gonna get itself," Hero shrugged. They picked up their pencil, movements clearly telegraphed. The gun was put away, but they didn't want to risk getting blood on their hard work.

For a few minutes, the villain simply watched them quietly, and Hero gladly welcomed the return of silence. They had to restart the problem they were on because of the interruption, but soon they were wrapped up in their work once more. They only looked up when they got too frustrated and decided to move on the next question instead. As they reached for a fresh sheet of paper, they saw the villain examining their notes, brow furrowed as if they were trying to parse out a secret code hidden in the numbers.

Hero twirled their pencil and wondered if it was worth asking for that back. Maybe if they offered a quick explanation of the topic the villain would leave them alone. They had several questions on the tip of their tongue, but the one that came out wasn't one of them.

"How'd you even know where to find me?"

The villain grinned. It was a fiendish thing, the way the corners of their mouth stretched wide to show the whites of their teeth. "That's my little secret."

Knowing better than to pry, lest the criminal talk them in circles, Hero decided to propose an offer. "I'll teach you how to solve free fall problems," they said. "That's what you want, right? I'll show you how to do those. But only if you tell me how you found me." It wasn't a bad deal - information for information. Villain was always a fan of fair trades if they deemed the benefits to them worthy enough.

The criminal glanced between Hero and the scattered worksheets before giving a nod of agreement.

The next time Hero looked up from the table's surface, they noticed with a small start that the overhead lights were on and that the sun had long set outside the windows. How much time had passed while they were studying?

"I got it!" Their attention was suddenly drawn back to the villain. They had a satisfied expression that Hero had never seen quite so clearly before. It was only now that they realized they weren't the only one who's identity was exposed. Their enemy had come maskeless.

"Here." The sheet of paper with the work they'd spent the last half hour on was suddenly shoved in their face. Hero let their eyes drift down to the circled number at the bottom of the page. "The question asked how long the ball was up in the air for," Villain reminded. "We found how long it took to reach the maximum height. We just forgot to-"

"-to double it," Hero finished. They dropped their head in their hands. They'd spent all that time redrawing the diagram and reworking the numbers when the solution was so simple.

Villain seemed to share the sentiment. They sat back in their chair, frustration giving way to exhaustion.

"We're stupid," Hero groaned.

"You're stupid," Villain corrected.

"This problem is stupid."

For once, they seemed to agree on something.

Tagging: @badluck990 (Hope this counts as part of that "sort of friendly but not really" trope you asked to be tagged for <3)

#puddleslimewrites #heroes and villains #hero x villain #hero x villain community #don't get me wrong I like physics #but I am s u f f e r i n g #and if I have to suffer then so do they :)#tw gun mention #writing snippet #writing #hero and villain #oh this is a longer boi than usual

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