Can I request a smutty snippet of a hero and villain that is shipped by the the public? The public depict the villain as the top and the hero as the bottom, but in private, it’s the opposite.

Suggestive

The villain wasn’t loud.

Which was definitely the problem.

It started with harmless footage, honestly. Accidental acts of affection creating a sort of longing the public didn’t even know it had.

A desperate desire to be entertained and to gossip about the news. The news being the hero and villain, obviously.

Panem et circenses. The hero didn’t mind, they didn’t even care that much how wrong the public was. Sometimes, it was funny to scroll through the news articles and find out another detail about their…situationship. Claiming the hero blushed every time the villain threw a flirty line at them and revealing alleged proof of their routines and dates, only for their boss to yell at them to get back to work and stop staring at that phone.

The hero could live with this rather well. The world didn’t need to know how good, how heavenly, the villain looked under them, panting and begging. And if that meant the world believed they were actually the one in this position, fine with them.

However. The villain was quiet and that was a problem. Usually, they were quite eager to let the hero hear their reactions and let them see what they did to them. That was mainly what kept the hero going when it got…strenuous.

“You good?” The hero slowed their sporty pace and stared into the villain’s eyes.

Unfocused at first but then irritated, the villain stared back. “Yeah, keep going.”

It wasn’t a secret that the villain wasn’t easy to satisfy. Being moody and allergic to all that was fun and hijinks was why the hero liked them.

Well, liked to break them.

They fancied turning the villain into a whiny mess, enjoyed watching them let go and took pleasure in accomplishing as much as making their mouth curl into the tiniest smile.

They told themselves it was the challenge that pulled them towards the villain but after sleeping with them for…a while now, they weren’t sure.

Sometimes, the hero caught themselves wanting to take the villain’s hand when they were sitting in their kitchen in the morning after a particularly rough night. To just squeeze their hand, to reassure I’m here and This is real.

Sometimes, when the rays of sunshine slipped through the windows and dipped the villain into gold, the hero would feel the urge to kiss them.

Sometimes, the hero woke up first. And they would just observe quietly.

“You don’t look fine.” It was hard to ignore their own pleasure and longing but eventually, the thrusting of the hero’s hips came to a decrescendo. With a dripping plop, they parted.

“Fuck,” the villain cursed and the hero felt how hard their nails dug into their shoulders. That usually only happened when the hero decided to edge them.

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

“I told you not to stop,” the villain hissed, frustrated. They rolled their eyes.

“You didn’t seem to be into it.”

“Well, I would’ve been if you hadn’t stopped.” Arguing with the villain was useless, the hero knew that. They were stubborn.

But the hero loathed this, too.

Something was wrong. The villain seemed to be angry or hurt or sad—

Whatever it was, the hero knew they wouldn’t talk about it. So instead, they got back on top, teasing between the villain’s thighs with their fingers.

Slow, calculated, careful.

“Fine,” the hero said, mumbling the words against the villain’s sensitive neck. “Let me love you.”

The hero pulled their hand away and kissed their enemy sweetly, making it slow, making it good. As they kissed down the villain’s neck, they felt muscles relax and fingers go through their hair.

Maybe they’d been too quick at first? Maybe they’d made the villain feel uncomfortable? The hero didn’t know what they’d done wrong.

“What is it?” they whispered before worrying the villain’s skin between their teeth, creating one of many hickeys. “Tell me, baby. What is it?”

They pushed the villain’s hips into the mattress, still kissing their neck and shoulders. Their eyes savouring that sight of the villain’s body. Fucking miracle. The hero blushed.

“Bad day—” the villain gasped. They clawed at their lover, nothing left of the grumpy attitude.

“Oh, sweetheart…” The hero managed to spread the villain’s legs and even put one of them on their shoulder. Once again, they blushed, even though they’d been in this position so many times before. When it came to the villain, they were losing their mind recently.

Again, the villain gasped.

“Relax, baby.” The hero put one hand flat on their chest, feeling the warm heartbeat under their skin. “What bothers you?”

The villain took a deep breath.

“TV said you were cheating on me.”

“We’re not together,” the hero reminded them and it hurt. God, they wished they were theirs. That they were each other’s. Fuck, this was bad. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

“…I guess we’re not.”

“I can make it feel like we are,” the hero suggested. “I could make it feel like…you’re mine. May I?”

The villain nodded and with that, the hero pushed themselves back into them and with that, it was like every other lovely night.

Only this one left a bitter feeling, though.

please continue the midnight snack snippet? its literally so good you are a god

Okay so technically I have a million other asks before this one. But the compliment is on point. So I had to do it.

(No reposts but reblogs appreciated <3)

Cw: sex mentioned and after sex setting

Part 1

Midnight Snack Pt.2

Villain let out a long whine, rattling their hands against the handcuffs that held them to the hero’s bed frame.

“Oh don’t be so whiny, baby. You did so good for me… but I’m afraid that now that our fun is over, I’ll have to turn you in.” Hero smirked as they got up off the bed, heading towards where their phone sat on top of the dresser.

Villain was a mess, limbs entangled with the stained sheets, hair ruffled, cheeks red. If Hero were to call the agency over with them like this… Villains reputation would be ruined.

“W-wait!” Villain shouted, watching as Hero’s thumb floated above the green call button. “Y-you forgot a-about aftercare!”

It was a long shot. Villain knew it. But they had to try something, anything, to stop Hero from turning them in. They just had to hope Hero had a little bit of decency. Enough to clean them up at least.

“What?”

Oh now Villain was screwed—if they hadn’t just been already. “A-aftercare is important. N-no matter the person.”

“I caught you stealing.”

“N-no matter the actions!”

Hero huffed out a laugh, their voice rough and scratchy and Villain couldn’t help the light pink tint that covered their cheeks. The voice of their enemy, the same one that yelled insults and flirty banter, but could also be so commanding in such a sensual setting.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity to the chained up villain, Hero tossed their phone back onto the dresser and moved to Villains side of the bed.

“So. What do you want me to do?” Hero asked, cocking a brow at the enemy below them before dropping to one knee to reach eye level.

Villain gulped straining to look into Hero’s eyes. We’re they seriously about to say this to their nemesis? “Well… most u-uh couples take a b-bath together afterwards…”

A beat of silence was shared between the two until Hero got to their feet once more. “I think I can arrange that.”

hero x villian snippet or scene where hero and villian are in private and villian drops the most smutiest sentence to hero

@save-the-villainous-cat I went wild with this one…

Cw: smut

Fogged-up Mirror

After a long day, the best feeling was a warm bath complete with epson salts, lavender oil, a massage and maybe a naked and overstimulated Villain on the side. Hero grinned to themselves, wiggling their key in the door to their apartment as they pictured the thought with much too much pleasure.

All it took was one drunk night or two, and suddenly Hero was addicted. Unhealthy, addicted.

During the work day it was all they thought about, their coworkers mumbling rumours about their increased spaciness and what was causing it. But nobody could’ve guessed it was the hero’s longtime nemesis.

Considering beating each other up was their most daily activity, it wasn’t exactly obvious… If you didn’t catch the heart eyes that beat out of the hero’s skull the whole time, of course.

They thought they were pretty good at concealing their little crush, yet sooner than later people would start realizing the way Hero drooled every time the two were together. In all honesty, Hero was astonished that no one had even noticed yet. One look between their legs and it was a dead giveaway.

Villain was much better at hiding the speck of affection they had for the other. Stoic as ever, dryer than a desert when it came to conversation and simply overall unpleasant towards all heroes. But Hero caught the glimmer in their glare and the hunger behind the cold mask.

They could practically feel the criminal undressing them with their eyes during every battle.

The bath was half-full when there was an unexpected knock at the hero’s door. They stood up, wrapping a towel around their exposed body as they headed for the entrance. Innuendo intended. Hero rolled their eyes at their own joke, it should’ve been illegal to be this funny.

Hero never checked the peephole, maybe they should start. Villain appeared awfully displeased with themselves, grumbling under their breath as the door swung open. Quickly their disposal turned from self-loathing to intrigued, pupils blowing wide, eyebrows raised in content.

“Oh? Am I… interrupting something?” They might have been doing their best to hide their excitement, but it was written all over their body in a bruising red blush. Going as far as to tinge their finger tips a light pink as they twitched, eager to touch.

The hero’s smirk stretched, revealing their slightly crooked teeth—something Villain adored with all their heart. “No, not at all. Care to join me?”

It was Villain’s turn to simper, slipping into the cozy apartment, beaming red like mars does in the sky. Adorable. Hero shook their head before they closed and locked the door, gently guiding the villain to the bathroom where they shut off the tap just in time. One more minute and it would’ve overflowed onto the humid tile lacing the floor in an intricate pattern, something that had caught the hero’s eye when they were first looking to rent the place.

They dropped the towel, kicking it out of the way with ease as they closed in on their prey for the night. Scrutinizing the urgency in Villain’s movements as they fumbled through stripping their clothes off. Cute.

“You’re a guilty pleasure.”

Villain’s voice cut through the hero’s examining eye and they forced themselves to look away when they made eye contact. “Oh really?”

“A guilty pleasure I can’t afford to indulge in.” They threw all their clothes into a heap as the steam began to build in the small enclosed room, wrapping their arms around their body the way they always did. An insecurity Hero consistently pictured chasing away. “Yet, here I am.”

Hero raised their eyebrows, finally tracing their gaze back to the absolutely stunning convict. It seemed impossible in these moments for the villain to be capable of murder—like they had done so many times before—it was completely surreal. To think someone as beautiful and insecure could have blood on their hands.

Someone so human.

“Here you are.” The most stunning of them all, right before my eyes. “Lucky me.”

The other huffed, blush only deepening as they rolled their eyes in fake annoyance. A habit they had picked up from their time with the hero. “It’s going to get cold if you don’t get your ass in there.”

“Guess we’ll have to cuddle for warmth.” Hero joked, slowly pulling themselves into the hot water, making a show out of moaning as the tension in their overworked muscles was finally released and they sunk into the warmth. “Or, yknow… engage in strenuous exercise together~” They winked and villain stuck their tongue out; dreamy.

Villain didn’t hesitate much longer before they settled themselves in the tub, partially laying on the hero as their cheeks burned in humiliation when they slipped and landed with their face against the other’s chest. Hero found themselves fond once more over such a simple action, it was sickening, one more slip up and they’d have to admit they might be in love.

They couldn’t be, not with their enemy. It was impossible to have lovey dovey feelings for the other side…

Right?

Hero groaned as the villain took advantage of their precarious position and sloppily kissed down their chest, leaving soft purple hickeys in their wake. With watery hands Hero smoothed the hair from the villain’s face with a smile, loving what the light did for their ocean blue eyes. Before they gently pulled them up to kiss their pink cheeks in a soft laugh, letting their eyelashes brush against the other’s cheeks in an act they liked to call “butterfly kisses”.

The villain didn’t seem to mind the gesture as they hummed against the gentle feeling. Heat slowly building between the two of them as they got closer and closer— Hero sat up in the bath, flipping their predicament and pressing the villain up against the edge of the tub with care. They’d leave the villain with many bruises tonight, they didn’t need an extra on from the harsh tub edge.

Their slow kissing twisted with the water in the bath, becoming lascivious faster than either of them could’ve expected after such a sweet moment. But neither of them made any move to slow down.

Villain let the hero take full control, that didn’t stop their fingers from wandering though. Fingertips trailing down Hero’s waist while the hero’s rubbed their inner thigh. Tender movements that would soon lead to erotic pleasure and Villain could already feel the hero’s digits prodding at the sensitive skin between their legs.

“Let me take good care of you…”

Letting out a moan of approval at the intrusion and the hero’s words only pushed the crime-stopper farther, adoring every reaction their actions caused. The only stutter in their pleasuring being of the villain’s own directing, the way they worked at the hero’s own skin and bit down on their shoulder to hear their whimpers.

The hero shook from their stance in the water as they tried to focus, the heat, the villain, their touch. It was all coming together in suffocating sensual gratification. They did their best to stay head strong and focused, murmuring praises through their cracking voice and reassurance in breathless kisses.

“Something the matter, sweetheart?” Villain’s tone was lighthearted, they knew exactly what they were doing. Making sure the hero was too overwhelmed to take control for any longer as they easily manipulated their position to a more vulnerable one. Assuring that every part of the hero was exposed and at their mercy before they slowed their pace, edging Hero as delicately as they could get away with.

“Y-you truly are a villain at heart, h-huh?” Hero struggled, throwing their head back and hitting the tub edge with a thud that they barely even noticed through the fog of need clouding their head. Biting down hard on their lip as they gasped and arched their back.

Villain toyed with their touch against the other, seeing what made them jolt and whine the loudest before abusing that spot over and over again. Until the hero could barely think besides of how easily they were being spent at their enemy’s mercy. Water splashing out of the tub with every spasm in their muscles and steamy air being gulped down in desperate breaths for some type of control.

The criminal let go again, giving the hero some time to cooldown right after bringing them to the brink of their pleasurable rush. They dragged their nails down the hero’s chest, watching the red lines that followed happily. “Oh, Hero… Have you forgotten already? You really must be leaking your brains right out from between your thighs, hm? When are you going to learn that I decide when you’re allowed to finish, not your desire to.”

With that, Villain’s hand returned to it’s cruel cycle and Hero was sure, once and for all, that they were definitely in love.