My beautiful wife wanted something a little more intense… @save-the-villainous-cat
cw: a bit smutty
Cold Blooded
Villain pounced on the hero, pushing them down against the lavish bed in a fit of giggles and rushed kisses. Hero’s hands met behind the villain’s head as they pulled them close, this time for a deeper more passionate kiss.
It was the embodiment of heaven on earth.
The criminal let themselves be hounded by their lover, gently tracing their sides enough to tickle them out of their wits. Salvaging the laughter that followed suit and the way Hero’s irises glimmered in the sunlight when their eyes met.
As the moment evolved, so did the mood. Soon enough what started out as an innocent love fest turned into something more… intimate.
Not that either of them had any problems with it, in fact it was a nice change of pace. After so many late night shifts or deployments out of town, the two of them were finally back together and their flame was reignited all over again.
Hero’s hands began to wander, unbuttoning the villain’s shirt with care while the other focused on stripping them both down to their underwear as fast as possible. Their personalities clashing before they smiled against each other’s lips and returned to making out.
One thing was for sure, Villain wasn’t going to let any of this time go to waste. Any instance they got with the hero had to be cherished, since their lines of work didn’t check out.
It was already bad enough that they were supposed to be fighting each other on a daily basis, but when Supervillain showed up in town and began to wreak their havoc—not only against the heroes but villains too—it was getting too much, too quickly.
Unfortunately, Villain had ended up on the wrong side of Supervillain’s knife one too many times and their body was beginning to take the toll. Next time they would meet, Supervillain promised their death wouldn’t be quick.
Even thinking about it now ruined the villain’s mood, but they swore not to let it get in the way of their time with their Hero. The other had been patching their wounds almost every night from the abuse they were enduring, so these rare nights of love and carelessness weren’t to go unnoticed.
“Take my hand?” Hero sighed, relishing in feeling the villain’s skin hit theirs for the first time in months.
Villain only hummed, lacing their fingers through and through as they began to kiss their way down the hero’s body. Lathering it in praise with every pec, a beautiful contrast to their free hand that was slowly crawling its way between Hero’s legs, gently rubbing the soft spot between their thighs.
The criminal relaxed as soon as their lover’s moans reached their ears, that feeling of fulfillment flooding their heart when they realized they still had their touch. Hero seemed equally as pleased, blotchy red patches beginning to cover their exposed skin as their back arched.
It was one thing to picture the sight, it was another to live it. The crime-stopper was absolutely intoxicating and their beauty made the villain’s head buzz.
At this point it was just muscle memory, knowing every spot to make the hero scream, fingers kneading at the sensitive skin with a newfound fervour and their tongue working wonders on their sensitive chest. Every movement was synchronized for the hero’s best enjoyment and Villain loved every reaction they prompted with the simple goal of pleasure.
Hero’s phone rang.
The lit up screen buzzing on the nightstand, singing it’s programmed tune as it interrupted the pair. Villain stopped, both of their attentions fixated on the device, the criminal barely had time to read the caller’s name before Hero promptly snatched it and declined the call.
“Who was that.”
It wasn’t a question, Villain already knew.
“No one, baby. No caller ID or whatever, shall we continue?” Hero’s voice picked a soothing tone, though it was obvious they were hiding something much bigger behind it.
“Hero. Don’t lie to me.”
A beat of hesitation sounded before the crime-stopper spluttered to continue. Maybe Villain could’ve fallen for it if they hadn’t read the name, but it was doubtful. Hero was too easy to read.
“Why is Supervillain calling you.” They scanned the hero over again, catching all the telltale signs of their nervousness. The shift in their demeanour and the unease in their tone, closing themselves off from the villain, lying to their lover.
“Sweetheart, I promise it’s nothing—”
“Don’t fucking lie to me. I saw their name. I saw the contact, don’t lie to me.” The villain was shaking now, anger, betrayal and fear coiling in their gut as it slithered up their throat. Tightening around their lungs, making it hard to breathe.
Hero grimaced, dropping the act and they had the audacity to look ashamed. Yet if the villain hadn’t caught them they’d have been impartial to breaking the fundamental rule of a relationship. “They have information we need. My work needs—”
“Oh yeah, sorry I must’ve forgotten because your work is more important than anything else, right?” Villain laughed, tears already brimming their eyes as their scars started to pulse with a phantom pain, with memories that haunted their every waking second if they could get any salvation in their dreams.
“Villain, it’s not like that.”
“Then what is it like? You exchange numbers with my personal torturer for fun? For shits and giggles?” The world was starting to spin at an unnatural angle, turning Villains stomach along with it. “They used me, Hero. They abused me and they still do. Meanwhile you’re over here having casual conversations with them over the phone? Like you’re friends?”
“If you would let me talk for more than one second, I could explain it to you.”
Villain burst out in amusement this time, using it to cover up the way they hurt as the tears poured down their face. “Oh, I think I’ve heard plenty from you.”
As quickly as their hands could work, Villain was fixing their outfit, pulling their pants from off the floor and fixing each button on their shirt until they looked acceptable enough for the public. Keeping as much distance between themselves and the other while they did, ignoring Hero’s panicked pleas.
“After everything, Hero, I thought you of all people would care the most. Clearly, I was mistaken.”
Never again, Villain promised as they burst through the front door.
Never. Again.
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she had spent countless nights crying herself to sleep, eventually those nights felt a little less lonely. she had gotten herself a companion, four legs, two ears & nothing but golden hair that happened to get all over her clothes. mari thought that getting a golden retriever would lessen the loneliness that she felt. as she was rummaging around her place, she realized that she had forgotten to get a few grocery items that she needed to pick up for the recipe she was going to butcher for herself tonight. ❝ well, opie mommy's gotta run to the store quick. i forgot the onions ! ❞ she laughed, running her fingers through his long fur & placing a kiss on his head. as soon she was ready to head out, she grabbed her keys & made her way out the door. as she was making her way toward her suv, when she noticed an all too familiar figure standing near the sidewalk. her breath caught in her throat as she tried to decide if this was a dream or reality. ❝ what are you doing here, beth ? ❞ @villlains
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