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mysmuttyy · 6 months

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PLEASE; MATTHEO RIDDLE SMUT

summary: teasing your enemy, mattheo doesn’t go as you planned..

ENEMIES WITH BENEFITS? Is that what Riddle and I are.. probably. I’m just going to assume that’s what we are, anyways.

Today, I’ve decided I want to tease him. He’s always in charge, but for once, I want to be in charge. I want to tell him what to do, tell him when he can cum or when he can’t.

I WALK OUT OF THE BATHROOM, not bothering to put any clothes on, or even dry myself. The first step to my plan; get Mattheo’s attention.

He takes a sip of water, slowly looking over at me. I watch the shirtless man choke on his water, eyes widening at the sight of me. “Hey pretty boy.” I whisper, smiling an innocent smile.

He sits himself up, manspreading in his grey trackies, showing me his obvious boner. I grunt, bowing my head. “Come here.” He demands, still staring at me.

My heart beats against my chest, no words forming. I don’t know what to say, nor do. I’m nervous, so nervous. Knowing what he’s capable of, I’m not sure I can go through with it.

He fucks hard enough when he’s not angry, I’m not sure I want to find out how hard he is when he’s actually angry.

Nevermind, I wanna fucking find out.

I head over to him, still smiling. Not even a second in front of him and I’m already sitting butt naked in his lap, boner digging into my exposed pussy.

He bucks his hips, smirking at me. “Do you want me to fuck you, hm?” He whispers. I roll my eyes, pulling myself off him.

Mattheo watches me get down, on my knees, right in front of him. His eyebrows raised at me, eyes never leaving mine. “Why don’t you let me please you, for once?” I question, running my hands along his thick thigh.

My pussy throbs at the feeling of his muscles below my hands. “Fuck, what are you doing to me- I feel..” He stops himself, shaking his head.

“I know what you’re doing.” He states, sucking in a deep, shaky breath. I laugh, rolling my eyes. Loud, uneven breaths are heard as I pull the grey trackies down his body.

I gasp, shocked to see him wearing no boxers. “Little slut, aren’t you baby?” I whisper, wrapping my hand around the tip. He attempts to speak, but instead, moans as the way I stroke him.

My hand slides down his length, balls grazing the skin of my fingers. Dark brown eyes never leave mine, his mouth open as he moans soft, quiet moans.

I lower my lips to his tip, lapping my tongue around his hole. “Oh fuck- Please, don’t tease the tip..” He cries, eyes softening. I smirk a wild smirk, kissing down his fat, veiny cock.

His cries get louder, needier. I know he’s close to cracking, it’s obvious, to the both of us.

“Mhm, fuck, just take it in your mouth!” He whines, bucking his hips. I shake my head. The man grunts and with one swift movement, he’s got me pinned to the mattress, body on top of mine.

“Did you think I’d beg for you, baby?” He asks, not laughing, not smirking, just serious. I roll my eyes, looking away.

“I will, just not in the way you thought i would.”

OUR EYES MEET, his cock slides in and out of me. “Please mommy, I can’t-“ He whimpers, rolling his hips into mine. I stare deep into his eyes, black silky sheets clenched in my hands.

Our bodies move smoothly together, the two of us moaning and breathing heavily.

“I can’t keep pretending like I hate you. I don’t.” He confesses, picking up the pace. My walls clench around him, crying out at the excruciatingly painful, yet heavenly pace he’s going at.

Pain and pleasure; best fucking mix.

“You don’t?” I question, genuinely asking him. He nods, closing his eyes, face red. I stare up at him, holding back every moan.

“I fucking love you, I always have. Please baby, please accept my apology.” He breaks, telling me the honest truth. I know he’s telling the truth because of his expression. Nervous, red and begging.

Begging for me to accept his apology. All these years of torturing me, making fun of me, all of it was an act. He loves me, but didn’t know it.

“I love you, Mattheo.” I confess, staring into his eyes. I giggle when he leans down, soft lips connecting with mine. “Cum.” He tells me and the two of us cum, both at the same time.

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jakejeffreyperalta · 11 months

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whenever i talk about why i hate booktok and the way it has popularized these short trend cycles and started promoting books (badly written books) with these milked out specific tropes, one argument i always hear is to let people enjoy what they want without being a snob. the thing is, if someone geniuenly wants to read a book to pass time, i don't care. but when i see people reading classics and very good modern literature and put those books on the same level as a colleen hoover book... that's the issue. the issue is not about people who read low quality books because they have time to kill. it's about people who read the low quality books and promote them like they're not, only just feeding more into capitalism. i really can't dictate what people read and why they read it, but the fact that there are so many people reading books because they're popular and not because they geniuenly want to read is really concerning to me. "but once this blows over all of these people will stop reading books!" BUT THEY'RE READING THEM RIGHT NOW. THATS THE ISSUE. they're reading these books right now and that's why colleen hoover has sold more books than the fucking BIBLE. the fact that you see these people hyping up badly written books with repetitive storylines and three dimensional characters (who are mostly white and cishet) and trying to pass them off as "modern classics"... it just gives me the ick. i do not care about someone who picked up a random colleen hoover book because they had 2 hours to kill and wanted to do something that will give them a sense of accomplishment. but i do care about a HUGE chunk of the internet reading and promoting colleen hoover despite knowing the fact that these books are problematic, and continuing to act like they had an impact on society when they did not. im NOT being a book elitist or a snob when im saying this but some books are not only extremely problematic and harmful, but they're just not GOOD BOOKS, and people should opt to read literally anything else. reading is literally always a hobby, whether you're reading a colleen hoover book or a jane austen book, and like it or not, reading is something that will ALWAYS leave an impact on you. yes, people should be allowed to consume whatever media they want, but how much can they be allowed to consume before it starts to hurt people?

#sorry for the rant had an argument with my sister and she called me a snob for saying nobody reads for reading anymore #i agree that not every book needs to have meaning and symbolism and sometimes it can just be for fun but like #majority of the books are turning into that i fear #the fact that people are willing to buy an enemies to lovers book because of the trope and the guarantee that it'll be a 'spicy' book #is honestly concerning #nobody is reading to read anymore i fear #oh btw #anti booktok #anti colleen hoover

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sunnynwanda · 5 months

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The Lab Night: Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

Warnings: suggestive themes, language, the aftermath of spending a night with the enemy (should this even be a warning? idk).

The morning comes too soon, as does the flood of recollections and, subsequently, crippling panic. What have they done?

Hero lies there contemplating until the distant sound of a helicopter reaches their ears, forcing their eyes open. They sit up, frantic, as they pry Villain's arm off them and search for their clothes. They get dressed in a matter of seconds - army skills still intact despite their discipline obviously lacking. They take a moment to compose themselves, running a hand through their hair as if any amount of time could fix their stuttering heart, then shake Villain awake.

"They're here," their voice is quiet, but Villain still flinches away, grumbling something incomprehensive. "Come on, you don't want to be naked when they barge in."

That about gets Villain moving. They sit up with a whine, catching their pants that Hero throws at them.

"I prefer waking up to a kiss on a temple," they comment, pulling their jacket on. Hero watches them with a deadpan expression. Villain can't help the smirk that forms on their face. "Or anywhere else, really. For future reference."

"Fuck off." Despite their best effort to look unamused, Hero's eyes widen ever so slightly. They turn around to mask their perplexity, busying their hands with a stack of journals they have no intention of studying. Someone at the base can go through them, but there's no way it'll be Hero. They are more than done with science.

Villain barks out a laugh, securing their weapons in place and zipping their fingerless gloves. "Uh-huh. Or what, you'll leave me here?"

"Perhaps I should." Hero approaches the door, listening for any footsteps getting close so they can signal their location. "Lucky for you, those chemicals have calmed."

They gesture towards the table where the chemicals are. Half of the bulbs are smashed, dark pink liquid coating the surface of the table and the floor. They must have pushed those to the side when they placed Hero on the table for better access to their neck and... well, all of them.

"Lucky for you, I don't need chemicals to pound your brains out," Villain retorts. They watch their nemesis freeze and turn their gaze away with a barely contained sigh of disappointment.

Hero doesn't have to see their smug smile to recognise it. They inhale sharply. "Shut up!"

"Or what?" Their chuckle boils Hero's blood for several reasons, many of which they have no intention of revealing. Villain's grin is too broad to be sincere when they turn around to face them.

"Do you have to be a pain in my arse all the time?" Hero questions, rubbing their eyebrows. They are embarrassed, confused and absolutely not ready to discuss last night.

"Relax, I'm just teasing you," Villain senses their discomfort, changing their tactics. They need to talk about it whether Hero likes it or not.

"Well, don't!" Hero snaps, and Villain is somewhat thankful for a reaction. "I feel bad as is."

"Why?" The question catches them off guard, causing a new wave of panic to wash over them. Noticing the way their hands shake, Villain tries calling to reason. "We had no control over it, Hero. But we wanted it. Both of us, for what it's worth."

"I know," It's barely a whisper. "I never said I did not."

They can hear the footsteps of the troops searching the facility, looking for them. Villain prays for a delay. "Then why do you feel so bad?"

"Because I fucking begged you!" Hero's voice cracks. They look away, covering their mouth with a trembling hand, with the other resting on their chest to suppress its contractions. They expect Villain to mock them and say something along the lines of 'I warned you'.

They do not, instead choosing to come closer and pull Hero's hands towards them, holding them in their own. They rest their other hand on Hero's cheek, prompting them to meet their eyes. Villain hates the look of anguish they discover in the depths of them.

"You have no idea how I craved you. I would have thrown myself at you the moment that damn door shut behind your back." Hero shakes their head, not believing a word. "I would have, Hero. Had I not known that you'd be so fucking set on regretting it just like you are now."

Hero's skin is aflame under their touch when Villain pulls away, searching their face before catching their gaze again. The time is ticking, the exfil team is minutes away from discovering them, and they've got to make it quick.

"So please, do not think you made me do anything I wasn't desperate for before we even entered this room." The confession comes easier than Villain expected. They shake their head, baffled at their own feelings and take a step back when they hear voices at the end of the corridor leading to their lab. "You're the only one that regrets it."

"I don't..." Hero's voice is muffled by repeated bangs against the door. Villain looks at them, puzzled, so they move closer, wrapping their arms around Villain's neck and pressing a kiss against their temple. "I don't regret it."

Villain pulls them into a hug, turning their bodies around and covering Hero's head with their upper body as the exfil team detonates the door.

It's been an incredibly long night. Yet the morning felt infinitely longer.

Part 1 Part 2

Masterlist

Tag: @thiefofthecrowns As promised :D Sorry for the delay, hope you like it.

P.S. Just wanted to let you know that I've seen your requests and will be getting to them gradually. Thanks for sending them in!

Love,

Sunny

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improbable-outset · 1 year

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★ 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯: 𝘌𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘴

Ohhh we’re getting spicier now 👀 As always, minors DNI🔞. Please have an age in your bio before following. Some of these are recycled and reused in my other previous smut prompts, I just love them so much :3

˃ ❝Well, look who came crawling back.❞

˃ ❝Are you that excited to see me?❞

˃ ❝Shit, if you moan my name like that one more time-❞

˃ ❝You’re quite good at this.❞/ ❝And you’re entirely average.❞

˃ ❝This is only a stress relief, nothing more.❞

˃ ❝Oh really? Well your soaked panties say otherwise.❞

˃ ❝Why have you gone so quiet now?❞

˃ ❝Go fuck yourself!❞ / ❝Why don’t you come here and do it for me, coward.❞

˃ ❝You weren’t so quiet last night when you cried out my name.❞

˃ ❝Oh fuck do that again!❞ / ❝With pleasure…❞

˃ ❝It’s hard to hate you when you’re under me like this, submissive and breathless. Gorgeous sight really.❞

˃ ❝Are you getting aroused by this?❞

˃ ❝Keep your voice down, do you want people to catch us like this?❞

˃ ❝It’s much more fun getting you all pent up like this.❞

˃ ❝You weren’t supposed to hear that.❞

˃ ❝I’m hard/wet.❞ / ❝Sounds like a personal problem.❞

˃ ❝You could use those fingers for something useful like playing the piano.❞ / ❝Oh? But they look so gorgeous around your folds.❞

˃ ❝So are you going to bend me over or am I going to have to do it myself?❞

˃ ❝I can’t tell if I want to fight you or fuck you.❞

˃ ❝Stop with the sass mouth. I know you want me.❞

˃ ❝If you don’t shut your mouth, I will handcuff you onto this bed.❞

#enemies to lovers prompts #enemies to lovers #writing prompts #smut writing prompts #writing prompt #smut prompts #smut prompt list #writing dialogue #♦︎— spicy #★— ayrus writes

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ciafalls · 15 days

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enemies to lovers>

#renkaza #rengoku kyojuro #akaza #hakuji #demon slayer #fan art #digital art #small artist #kimetsu no yaiba #comic #spicy #enemies to lovers #digital artist #my art #kny

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pendarling · 1 year

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❁≖≖✿❁≖≖❁≖≖✿❁≖≖❁

16 ❤️‍🔥Spicy & Suggestive💗 OTP Smut Prompts

18+ ONLY Minors DNI

Part 2

Wrapping their arms from behind and sliding it around Person A’s chest for a moment.

Whispering, kissing and nibbling behind the ears and neck

One person asking if they’re comfortable after being slowly penetrated. Readjusting until they feel okay

Pounding into them so hard that they grip onto the bed/desk/car seat tightly

Fluttering eyes and hesitant glances at their lover when they’re in the same room

Noticing their staring and giving them a wink

Giving them oral and and feeling their hands claw into their scalp, tightening their thighs together and crying out their name

Accidentally bumping into their lover and being nervous/shy so they instinctively pull away but their S/O pulls them back in.

One person helping their lover grind onto them, their back pressed up against the wall and lifting them up.

Helping their partner relax with soft touches and teasing after discovering it’s their first time

Purposely coming closer to fix their clothes, hair, etc…

Asking them if they’re free later to go for drinks/lunch which actually just means hooking up

Buying them adorable clothing and putting it on for them. Complimenting how cute they look and how badly they want to pleasure them right then and there.

Giving them an item and sliding their hand across theirs

Un/buttoning them while looking directly into their eyes

Noticing how hard their partner is working and making sure their well-fed, while telling them “you’re doing such a good job/I know you can do it/I’m here if you need anything”>> showering them with kisses and running their hands around them.

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#writing prompt #smut prompts #enemies to lovers #otp scenarios #spicy prompts #smut scenarios #hero x villain #villain x hero

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narvin · 5 months

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a warmup master. the way he lives in my head is despicable.

#doctor who #the master #sacha dhawan #dhawan!master #dw art #dw fanart #my art #best enemies #spicy #hes soooooo.

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leeknowspinkytoe · 4 months

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i hate you

Minho x Reader.

enemies to lovers (kind of) almost smut but not

my second thing so it’s not very good 😍

Your hatred started for Minho in the first grade when he took your doll out of your hands and cut its hair, directly in front of your face. Then he proceeded to throw the hair into your lap and then walk away, snickering.

It grew in second grade when you were sitting with your best friend, Jeongin, and he tried to scare him away by telling him things about you. Jeongin just laughed, like it was the funniest joke he’d ever heard.

In third grade, though, is when you finally understood how much hate you could have for one person. It was recess and he saw you about to go down the slide, and he came up behind you and pushed you. You tumbled down the slide and broke your pinky, so you couldn’t go to your piano recital anymore.

Fourth and fifth grade nothing much happened, other than him trying to scare your group of friends away from you. Nothing ever worked, though.

All throughout middle school, he scared guys away from you, and no one would approach you. Other than him to slap your books out of your hands. You started retaliating, you scared girls away from him, you tripped him, you did things to get back and take all of your pent up hatred out on him.

Freshman and sophomore years, you had a boyfriend, it was the best years. Other than when Minho got your boyfriend to break up with you by telling him that you were cheating. You were so mad that when you walked up to him, your vision had lines in it. You grabbed Minho by his hair and yelled at him. When you let go, he smirked and muttered “that was hot.” And you threw your hands up and walked away groaning, while he cackled on the floor.

Junior year, you ignored him, and you didn’t see him very often. Until he got a girlfriend and you edited pictures of him kissing another girl to piss her off and they broke up after three weeks. He was pissed and when he walked up to you, you just walked away and went to your next class.

Now, it’s senior year, everyone knows about the two of you and your little feud, neither of you have had a significant other since each of you ruined the others relationship. It’s funny, really, how something can go from zero to I hate you so quickly. At lunch time, Minho comes up to you. You’re alone today, so you have absolutely nobody to roll their eyes other than you.

“What do you want? I don’t have time for your annoying ass today.” You groan, he raises an eyebrow at you.

“Just came to see my favorite whore.” He says, lifting your chin with his pointer finger.

“Don’t touch me,” you smack his hand off, “and if you don’t remember, I haven’t had a boyfriend since you accused me of cheating. But you sleep around like it’s the only thing you can do.”

He sneers.

“You’re being very rude princess.” He says, smirking right down at you.

You stand up and get in his face, you point your nail into his face and he scoffs

“You’re annoying. Like really annoying, you know.”

His smirk grows into a grin, he’s grinning at you and your face is red with anger. “Oh, doll. The feeling is so mutual.” He watches steam come out of your ears. You groan and storm off, but he’s quick to follow in pursuit. You hear him following you and whip around, he stops right in front of you, almost knocking you down. But he doesn’t step back. Since he doesn’t, you do. You take a generous step back. But he keeps walking forward. He stops walking and you try and take another step back, but your back hits off of the wall. He slams a hand onto the wall behind you, and leans closer.

“I’m getting a little tired of your attitude, princess.” He mumbles, he leans into your ear and lets a breath out, sending an unwelcome shiver down your spine “if you don’t drop it I might have to do something about it.” He pivots and walks away with no other words, leaving you to contemplate what he just said all on your own.

The next day, when you get to school all eyes are on you. Then you spot him laughing in the corner.

When you whip the corner, Minho is standing there, talking to his buddy. Smiling wider than ever before.

You stop towards him and pull him out of the building by his collar. “What did you say this time?” You question, holding onto him so tightly that your knuckles turn white.

“What do you mean, princess?” He asks, cocking his head to the side, and smirking.

“You’re gritting my nerves, tell me what you said, why was everyone staring at me?” You stare at him and waiting for an answer.

“Maybe you’re imagining it.” You don’t like that answer. You drag him further away. His eyes are widened, and his smile is very lopsided.

“You’re going to tell me right now or else.” You say, in a low and steady tone.

“Or else what?”

“You’ll find out, now tell me.”

“Okay, I told everyone that we hooked up yesterday. I also said that it was in the janitors closet. I also said that you enjoyed it so much that you said that your ex couldn’t compare, happy?” He says, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Your open mouthed stare has hit feeling more nervous by the minute.

“You said what?” Your calm, and whispering tone makes him feel so scared and anxious. Obviously he didn’t say any of that. He doesn’t know why the hell they’re looking at you. Maybe it’s the pretty little tennis skirt or the baby pink lipstick you have on, but he doesn’t know. “Lee Minho. Why did you say that?”

He smirks, “a man can only dream.” He shrugs and turns to walk away. You grab his arm and tug him around and before he can even comprehend, you kiss him. His eyes widen, but he relaxes and closes his eyes. He snakes his hands to cup the back of your neck and you throw your arms around his neck. You don’t know what you’re doing. When you dragged him out here you have absolutely no intention of kissing him. He’s first to pull away, but he stays close, “let me take you home today. It’s cold.” You nod and kiss him again.

“Can we go home now?” You ask, he nods and drags you to his car and he doesn’t even give you time to close the door all the way before whipping out of the parking lot and onto the main road. His hand is rested firmly on your thigh, his nails grip into the skin, his fingers itching to go further under your skirt. Your cheeks flush, and you try and close your legs, but he uses his pointer finger and pushes them back open.

“Go ahead and get used to having your legs open princess. I’m going to show you how much I fucking hate you.” He says it so nonchalantly, you bite on the inside of your cheek.

“I hate you more than you could ever hate me.” You huff and cross your arms over your chest.

The only thing heard in on the way to him home is the silent whirring of the car engine and the radio turned down low. Its otherwise completely silent.

He whips into his driveway and immediately unbuckled you both at the same time. He leans over you and opens your door before rushing out of his. He goes to your side of the car and helps you out and tugs your hand to his front door. He fumbles with the keys before hurriedly unlocking the door and throwing it open . He slams it back and pressed you up against the wall and doesn’t waste any time pressing his lips to yours. It’s warm in contrast to the cool outside weather, you start sweating in your sweater.

“Oh darling,” he mumbles flush against your lips, he smiles before running his hands down your shoulders, then up your shirt.

Your hands are knotted in his hair, pulling your lips off his and connecting to his neck. You kiss a trail from his collarbone to his jaw, right under his ear. This feels so wrong, but with his hands wandering your body and his breathy moans when you kiss just the right spot make the twisted feeling go away. You tug his ear to your lips, and whisper.

“Where’s your bedroom, pretty boy?”

And ill leave the rest up to your imagination.

#skz imagines #stray kids #kpop #reactions #stray kids imagines #imagines #lee know x reader #lee know imagines #skz #enemies to lovers #fanfiction #fanfics #skz x reader #lee know #spicy #Love STAY

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writingfics-passingtime · 10 months

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Hello my love!! For the mistake prompts:

Miracle Baby by Nothing but Thieves + Dealers choice!

This is such a fun idea😮‍💨 Happy drabbles!

Wasting My Time

This drabble is part of JJ’s Mixtape - a mini series based on my followers’ favourite songs and characters. You can read more of them here!

Song Prompt: Miracle Baby

Pairing: Matt Murdock x reader (romantic, no pronouns used but disclaimer that this one feels more female-implied than others)

Word Count: ~1450

CW: Swearing, mentions of drugs, explicitly implied sex

Note: First, I love the subtle roast calling this a “mistake prompt” thank you Ella 😂 this song is so cool and gave me hazy dive bar feelings, and going-home-with-hot-stranger feelings. Hope you enjoy!

Matt hated things like this.

His fingers idly tapped against the cool condensation blanketing the beer bottle on the bar in front of him, halfway torn between thinking about his trial in the morning and debating whether to go out tonight. Either way, he was itching to leave.

It was loud. The obnoxious kind of loud, not the kind where you could feel the appreciation for life and joy and merriment. Being dragged along to these stupid law school alumni mixers was the worst way to spend a Sunday evening. Yeah, you hated things like this.

But you’d just spotted the perfect distraction.

At your 10 o’clock. Tall, dark, handsome, sitting alone at the bar. Better yet, he looked like he’d rather be anywhere else but here, so, common ground.

You made your way through the masses, through the thick and clogged atmosphere saturated with terrible work-related jokes and the desperation to impress. Everyone else was in a sea of familiar faces but not you. You didn’t go to Columbia for law school. You only came because your roommate was too shy to come alone and promised she wouldn’t abandon you the exact way she did about five minutes ago.

Besides, you’d only lived in New York for three months and you’d spent so much energy settling into your dream law job that you hadn’t given much attention to making friends. Or to sex. But that was about to change.

Hence, the lone wolf at the bar.

After ordering some kind of sour cherry and lime cocktail with an over-the-top name, you settled on the stool next to the man. He didn’t acknowledge you and a quick glance at his walking stick gave you an indication as to why not.

“Let me guess,” you turned your head towards him and he looked your way. “Criminal law?”

He nodded, smiling with half his mouth. “What gave it away: the cheap suit, or the air of constant dread?”

You laughed, and the sound of it made Matt’s smile crack open. “You didn’t hand me a business card the second I sat down. And the lack of white powder around your nose.”

He laughed back, and you were successfully distracted.

His name was Matt, you soon learned. Past knowing he practised criminal law and that he graduated from Columbia you learned nothing more about his law career. You told him you were new in town, he told you he’d lived here his whole life, you told him you were grateful to meet someone so normal who’s been around forever and still thinks this city is worth staying in. He asked you why you chose New York and you said it just seemed like the right place to be. You couldn’t explain in. You blushed when you admitted it and your heartbeat picked up, so maybe you were doubting that decision.

He asked you about your hometown and turned his body completely towards you. You told him about it, about escaping on scholarship to Princeton, and your knees were soon gently resting against his. Somewhere throughout the course of the conversation, he rolled the sleeves of his white dress shirt up to just below his elbows. He took his time, made a subtle show of it.

You sipped slowly, Matt noticed; you weren’t here to get drunk. The citrus of your drink complimented the lavender in your shampoo, body wash, whatever the fuck it was that was the calmest thing in this place. It was clear you two were getting on well. So much so, no one bothered you.

Finally, he asked: “Where do you practise?”

“Nuh-uh,” you shook your head and pulled a knotted cherry stem from your teeth. “You and I are having a nice conversation here, Matt,” you chuckled. “All I do, all fucking day, is talk about law, think about law, breathe the fucking law-”

He grinned and held up an apologetic hand. “Message received.”

“Let’s talk about anything else.”

“Okay,” he held up that same hand towards you, putting the ball squarely in your court. “Shoot.”

You narrowed your eyes and twirled the stem between your fingertips. After a moment of contemplation, knowing very well where this may lead, you decided that this tall, dark and handsome distraction was worth the risky line.

“Do you think you could beat a grizzly bear in a fight?”

His eyebrows shot up but he didn’t stutter. “Excuse me?”

“No weapons. Pure brawn. One-on-one. Who wins, you or the bear?”

“The bear,” he waved his hand decisively. “No question.”

“Thank god,” you breathed in relief, nursing a smirk behind the stem in your fingers. His puzzled look was his question, so you answered. “Six percent of American men think they could beat a grizzly bear in a fight. Which means, there are about…” you looked around in a estimate head count, “four men in this bar who vastly overestimate their abilities.”

Matt bumped his eyebrows. Another question.

“I’m just making sure you’re not one of the four,” you said after another sip. Your glass was almost empty.

“Oh?” Matt cocked his head and found himself drawn in closer. “And why is that?”

You placed your now-empty glass down, letting it hit with a finality against the wooden bar. “Forgive me if I read you wrong, just seemed like you were searching for a reason to get the hell outta here too.”

Matt let your comment linger, and lifted the bottle to his lips to take another swig. He drained the last little bit and placed it on the counter next to yours. Your heart was beating pretty fast and you tried to calm your cherry-stained breathing, tried to look cool and collected. You wanted him, and you were the perfect distraction.

“You didn’t answer the question.”

Your breath in was shaky. Risky. No one else would’ve heard it.

“I’m just making sure I’m not wasting my time,” you said. “It’s not usually that fun, going home with a man who thinks they’re more capable than they actually are.”

He laughed once through his nose and pulled his beaten leather wallet from his coat pocket, placing thirty on the table to cover his beer, your cocktail and a tip for the bartender. “Trust me, sweetheart,” he stood and held his open palm out to you. You took his hand and left your stool with your coat and bag over your other arm. He leaned down, leaned in, so you could hear his husky promise over the sound of the bar. “You have no idea what I’m capable of.”

Sufficed to say, you had never met a more capable man.

His place was nice, his sheets were clean, he was strong and generous and attentive and that was a big problem. Because this was supposed to just be a distraction. A one-night thing. But it was hard to leave his bed at two thirty in the morning, it felt like tearing yourself away. And that was a problem.

Stay, he’d said. He had fresh towels, a toothbrush, he’d call you a cab in the morning after he’d made you coffee. I can’t, you said. On any other night you would have, but tomorrow was a big day. He understood, didn’t press the matter, and he called you a cab after wishing you a twenty-minute goodbye.

It was only at quarter to nine that same morning, when you were walking up the front steps with a takeaway coffee in hand, that you realised you didn’t have any way to contact him other than through your roommate, who might have his information. You didn’t even know Matt’s last name.

Matt thought about you as Foggy prepped the client in hushed whispers from the defence table. As he straightened files and pens and his personal voice recorder, he wondered when he’d run into you again. You’d been a good distraction. Too good. It was like you were still next to him, like he could still smell the cherry and lime, the lavender and honey and-… wait.

You settled next to your boss and put thoughts of last night out of your head, ready and focused to take on the day. It was a big one. For the first time since moving to New York, you were the lead on a case.

Matt’s mind raced as he listened to every whisper in the courtroom, and as he listened to them hush as the judge kicked off proceedings from the bench.

“Are we ready to begin?” Judge Wallace asked in a deadpan, looking straight to the defence’s table. Foggy stood.

“Defence is ready, Your Honour.”

From fifteen feet away, Matt heard the prosecutor stand. He closed his eyes behind his glasses and held in a sigh when he heard your voice say:

“Thank you, Your Honour. The State is ready to proceed.”

Oh… fuck.

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falkendreamsxxx · 3 months

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The Best Kept Secrets Are Curses FFN

“Exactly, I agreed to help you ! Meaning, I’m doing you and your little department a favor. I don’t think you have a bloody chance in hell of figuring out what this curse is, let alone breaking it, so I benefit nothing from this. I do, however, stand to lose everything.” He closed the gap between us again, and I struggled to fill my lungs. “There is a reason this room is hidden, warded with blood, a thousand years worth of Malfoy family secrets protected at all costs - that kind of information getting out, after everything I’ve done to separate my name from its history, it’s worse than any curse.”

His chest heaved as he towered over me, eyes glowering. Slowly, understanding seeped into my veins.

“I won’t lie—“ I started, but he cut me off.

“Then you can leav—“

“No, Malfoy, li—“

“What’s it going to take then? Do you want money? Name the amount, Granger!”

Heat flushed my face as I struggled to get one word in. If he would just let me fucking speak!

“How dare you, I don’t want your money! I—“

He barked out a laugh before continuing.

“This library, then? Every book in here, have it, have them all, it’s yours!”

I froze then, shocked. In a span of mere seconds, I imagined it, this, unlimited access to it all.

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see-arcane · 6 months

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considering it was the late 1800s, do you think Seward and VH are oblivious to Jonathan's watchfulness because Stoker couldn't justify writing Jonathan implying that "vampirism and blasphemy are fine if it's for Mina, actually" beyond his initial declaration? We don't seem to get much more of it directly from Jonathan's entries either after that, just by implication.

I wouldn't be surprised if that was a factor.

Considering all the very potent metaphors at work in the premise of 'God has denied love and protection to my beloved over X Violation and/or X State of Being which is beyond their control, and I have decided our love is more holy than any decision of the Almighty, and I would rather be a monster with her than shun/destroy her As Is the Righteous Thing to Do,' Stoker was already dancing on the edge of acceptability with Jonathan making his secret vow even once.

But thankfully, that single vow--and the adamant refusal to even pretend to make a new 'Yes honey, I will absolutely vampire martyr-murder you like a good Christian boy! God says it's chill just like it was for Lucy and everyone else Dracula has snacked on for untold centuries! God's will be done!'--likely flew over a lot of heads back in the day (as it does now) and simply landed in a lot of hearts with the more obvious factor of...

"Oh. He is literally willing to brave Hell and eternal damnation as the conscripted undead, possibly even cutting down his stake-wielding friends, just to protect and be with his beloved? ...That's kind of hot."

Especially during a period when romance was basically just a bonus to tack on to the Job of Being Married. Jonathan Harker is proven multiple times to be the un-Victorian Victorian man, running from the Brides (mistress stand-ins), happily letting his wife take the lead and holding her up as his equal until he's peer pressured out of it (which leads to dangerous consequences! Social mores fucked everything up! And He Only Follows New Directions with Mina's Approval Going Forward!), and now here's this romantic motherfucker ready to skin Dracula and French kiss the Devil so long as it sees his beloved safe and un-slaughtered, even if she isn't ~perfect and saintly and non-monstrous~.

Girls gays and goths of 1897 were definitely fanning themselves at the next tea party book club once they reached October 3rd.

Even without the ell gee bee tee undertones to glean from Stoker's own romantic leanings, the idea of 'selfish' personal love, of a mere human being, getting held up as more important than God, someone worth Hell, was extremely spicy to depict during that period. If Stoker had had Jonathan repeating himself over and over regarding his secret plans, it would have started to sound a bit like writing a smitten Poe protagonist. Which would also be sexy! But it'd risk taking some of the heroic shine off of him towards the end.

Better to let it hang over the narrative's neck in silence like an axe waiting to fall.

Or a kukri.

#in all ways but physical I am sitting with my Dracula book club mutuals around the tea service in 1897 making Poignant Eye Contact #as we all talk about Jonathan Harker's spiciness the way Jack Seward talks about his iciness #'I love the plot' we say; daydreaming about a Beloved so devoted they'd do an anime transformation and slaughter our enemies for us #jonathan harker #dracula #re: dracula #dracula daily

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femmefatalevibe · 11 months

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Hi! What erotic novels would you recommend ?

Temptation by Ivy Smoak

The Rose by Tiffany Reisz

Power Exchange by A.J. Rose

The Ritual: A Dark College Romance by Shantel Tessier

Darling Venom: An Enemies-to-Lovers Romance by Parker S. Huntington

Outlander by Diana Gabaldon

A Court of Thorns and Roses Series by Sarah J. Maas

The Dark Love Box Set: A Complete Billionaire Romance Series by Kat T. Masen

Kings of Sin Series by Ana Huang

Fixed On You by Laurelin Paige

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sleepershell · 6 months

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Make a Deal with Me

pt2

pairing regulus x f!reader

word count 2135

synopsis Slytherin head girl is relaxing in the bath when Regulus comes and annoys her. But then he offers a deal she can’t refuse…

content 18+ minors please DNI, enemies to lovers, nudity, smut, oral sex female receiving, angst, dark mark, reg is king of consent and asks permission

The prefect’s bathroom was basically heaven. Most of the time, if I woke up early enough, I could have the whole place to myself for at least an hour. It was a necessary respite from being Slytherin head girl. Tension was high in the wizarding world, even higher being one of the few non-pureblood Slytherin students. Even though I put up the most hardened front I could, very few of the students actually listened to me. It was a wonder I hadn’t been removed from my position yet. Perhaps I would’ve, if Slughorn didn’t absolutely adore me.

The bubbles smelled of lavender and cedar, and the water was deliciously hot against my tired skin. It truly made crawling out of bed before dawn worth it.

Until I heard the door clang open.

Footsteps rang out but stopped short. I turned to look at the ruiner of my fun and saw a fellow Slytherin. The head boy—Regulus. He looked stricken and nervous, something foreign on his usually haughty and distant face. I sighed, sinking back into the bubbles.

“Well, come in if you’re going to.”

He approached the bath, not close to me but unfortunately not as far away as he could’ve gone. He cleared his throat and I turned away, allowing him to undress and slip into the bath himself. Funny, I’d never pictured the Black heir to be shy.

“Alright.” He said, and I again leaned my head against the edge of the tub behind me.

There was something unnerving about having him there. He wasn’t looking at me, either out of some perceived sense of chivalry or simply a disgust at my blood status. When finally it seemed he was calming down, his arms emerged to rest on the tub’s edge on either side of him. That’s when I saw it—the dark mark standing out on his pale forearm. Like a child’s drawing on a wall. Like a snake in a henhouse. I could not stop the words that spewed from me.

“You’re one.”

His head whipped toward me in surprise and, seeing what my eyes had landed on, he shot his arms back down into the water.

“I’m leaving.”

“No, (y/n), listen to me.”

I couldn’t seem to stop shaking my head. I felt hysterical. “I’m going.”

He began to move toward me. “I won’t turn around for you to go.”

“I don’t care. Don’t flatter yourself, prince.” I spat. The sound of the disturbed water echoed through the room as I pulled myself up and out.

“Merde.” But I didn’t care. He could look at me in disgust or whatever else. I grabbed the fluffy green towel and began to storm off.

And then he spoke. “You’re joining the order, right?”

I spun around. No one was supposed to know. Especially not a bloody death eater. Especially not Regulus Black. “What?”

“Dorcas is. I heard her telling Pandora. So you must be, too, right?” Oh, that girl was going to get it. She wasn’t supposed to be blabbing. Although I don’t know why I expected anything else. She wasn’t exactly discreet. So he knew. Of course he knew. Fine.

“And?” I crossed my hands over my chest.

“Come back. I can help you.” He was leaning so far over the side I nearly expected him to come after me.

“Piss off.”

“No, really.” He wasn’t a bad actor. If I didn’t know any better I’d think his big, pleading eyes were sincere.

“I don’t buy it. Not if there’s nothing in it for you.” I wanted to walk away. I did. But I wanted to be something in the Order, someone people would remember. And if I could offer them something…

He shook his head, his gray eyes going distant. “The things I’ve seen now… He’s not… I need to do something.” I was right. What an actor.

“Goodbye, Regulus.” I began toward where I’d left my clothes.

“Fine!” It was so loud I turned back at once. I’d never heard him speak so loud. “What’s in it for me,” he sucked in a breath, “is a pretty girl.” I couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t possibly be suggesting…

“Excuse me?”

He straightened, regaining composure. “You heard me. I want you.” Me. “And I’ll pay information in exchange.”

“You’re kidding.”

“I’m not.”

I stomped back over, looking down on him. I liked it. I piled all my hatred for blood supremacists into my words and hoped it would bite. “There's nothing you could tell me worth that.”

A smirk appeared on his stupid face. “I beg to differ. You wouldn’t listen to nice Regulus, fine. You’re well aware of what Blacks will do to get what they want.” He leaned his smug face closer. “Make a deal with me and I can make it worth your while. For the Order. For people like you.” People with dirty blood, he meant. Worthless people. People he wanted dead.

“Somehow I doubt someone like me is worth so much to you.”

He stared me down. “It’s war. Maybe I don’t want to die a virgin.”

I almost lost it. There’s no way I heard him right. There’s no way Regulus fucking Black would tell me something like that. But, then, who would believe me? In our house where everyone worshipped the ground he walked on, who would ever believe that? And, worst of all, he looked serious. Worst of all, I believed him.

“Fine. Information first.”

He was averting his eyes again. “Put some clothes on first.”

“I thought this was what you wanted.”

He sighed, seeming exasperated and almost pained. Apparently I was giving him a run for his money. Good. Someone needed to.

“Voldemort is weak.” I worked not to let my mouth fall open. So few people ever referred to him by name like that. And to say he was weak… I certainly hadn’t expected that. “He’s weakening himself for you, if you’re smart enough to look.”

“Bloody hell does that mean?”

“Kiss me.”

My stomach flipped. Of course that was the deal but I hadn’t exactly thought it through. His face was deadly serious, no smirk. I hadn’t been nervous in his gaze before, but his greenish eyes suddenly laid me bare in a whole new way. I was reminded of before, when we’d been kids. When we’d been friends. Just two nervous first years sorted into the same house. Both readers, both took ourselves a bit too seriously. I’d tug on his dark curls whenever I walked past, and he’d make faces at me when we both finished our tests before everyone else. I’d been so infatuated with him then. I’d dreamed of him saying those two words. But then things had changed. When Sirius left home, Regulus cut me out. That was fine. But when he’d seemed to become a blood supremacist, that’s when I’d decided to cut him out. From then on, it was like he was dead. But it was flooding back. The thoughts of those curls…

I knelt down in front of him, heart pounding like racehorses in my chest, and attempted to steel myself. He was still a monster. He was still a monster.

His eyes, more hazel than green as I approached, were unreadable. With my palms flat on the damp ground, I leaned in, and our lips met so gently, just a flutter, before he pulled away.

“Is that okay?” He swallowed.

Merlin, I hoped it wasn’t real. After so long of icing him out, after him getting that thing in his skin, he couldn’t have been putting up a front. He couldn’t really want to help the Order. Because, if he did, I thought I might just break. And I was not going to let myself fall for this prick. The youngest Black was not an option.

I nodded. His lips met mine again and this time I parted them for him. His top lip was soft between my own, and I felt him flick his tongue along my bottom lip. It sent a shiver through me. I broke away. I had to stay focused.

“More information.”

His lips still hung open a bit. His face was flushed. “Things are going to get much, much worse. He can undoubtedly win this war. But He is only a man. And soon he will be only half of one.”

I frowned and shook my head in question.

“Sit on the edge here.” He nodded in front of himself.

“No, that was like nothing. Give me more.”

He just stared. God, I was so stupid to let him have so much power. But, I wanted to enter the Order with something to offer. With some leverage, frankly. I didn’t want to be some no name grunt. And then there was Regulus… I would be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about it far too many times for my own good.

So I sat myself at the edge, my feet in the water and his face level with my clasped knees. His gaze didn’t leave mine as his hands slid up the length of my calves. Gently, he parted my legs, and I was paralyzed. Eyes still trained on me, he leaned in to place the softest kisses along the insides of one thigh and then the other. I couldn’t stifle the small groan that escaped me. No one had ever touched me there. He continued to kiss one thigh, then the other, then the other again, getting closer and closer. And then his gaze fell to my bare pussy in front of him. His breath was hot, and it sent a pang deep through me.

“May I?” Fuck, of course he was raised to be a gentleman. But it didn’t matter.

“You’re going to do what you want anyway.”

He looked up at me, looking almost surprised. His hair was slightly damp, one long piece clinging to his sharp jaw. “I won’t. May I?” His eyebrows raised. I wasn’t sure if he was asking me regardless of the deal, but I answered regardless.

“Yes.” It was only a whisper.

And then his face was against me, breathing me in, and he moaned. When his tongue finally grazed my clit, I threw my head back, my eyes clenched shut. I had no frame of reference, but I thought he must be really good because I’d never felt such bliss. As I whimpered it seemed he got more confident. He picked up quickly on my preference for lighter pressure and flicking rather than swirling. Clever in class and out of it, apparently.

He wrapped his arms around my legs, and I let myself recline back onto the stone floor behind me. Anyone could have walked in, but there was nothing I cared about other than his tongue, his lips, his breath. His fingers gripped my legs so tight. I could feel the pressure rising up in me like a devastatingly tall wave. As it neared me, I hooked my legs around his head, pulling him in. He groaned, and the vibrations of it sent the wave crashing.

“Regulus.” His name slipped out between my moans as I lost control of myself. My legs shook and his hands gripping my thighs were the only thing tethering me to earth. I could’ve laid there in the lapping shoreline of pleasure forever if it weren’t for rationality. When finally my breathing began to level out, I realized fully what had just happened. I bolted up.

He was staring back at me, expressionless again.

“Okay, so… what now?” I wanted to wrap my arms around myself but what would’ve been the point? I’d already been as vulnerable as anyone could be for him.

“I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”

“And then what?” Surely I knew what was coming next.

“Nothing. I’ll tell you all you want to know.”

He turned, closing his eyes. He looked peaceful. Which made no sense because we were supposed to be bargaining. This was supposed to be another fucking casualty of war, not some fling. But he said he’d tell me anything.

I charmed the door so we’d know if anyone was coming and slipped back into the bath next to him. The bubbles were almost all gone.

“Regulus. What was that?”

“Just something I’ve been thinking about doing for years, mon ange.” My heart was paralyzed.

“What did you just call me?”

A real smile spread across his face. “I’m going to die for your cause, (y/n). Please let me enjoy the one thing I’ve always wanted before I do.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

He lifted a hand to my cheek, brushing his fingers lightly along it. “I would never lie to you. The way you said my name… it didn’t sound foreign on your lips.” I was absolutely about to make a mistake.

And then I kissed him.

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sunnynwanda · 9 months

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Seduction Subversion

Warning: Suggestive. Spicy. Quite descriptive. Minors DNI

When Hero decided to seduce Villain to keep them occupied before a high-profile event in the city, they did not expect their nightly patrols to turn into regular trips to the enemy's lair. And yet they did.

The mayor had summoned them that day to inform them that the country's elite would be arriving shortly and that they needed to keep Villain as far away from the city hall as possible. Any necessary resources would be provided for them to keep the criminal at bay.

Hero spent two full days thinking about possible distractions, but nothing seemed grand enough to overshadow the event. It was then that the insane idea first crossed their mind. They shook their head at the ridiculousness of the thought and let out a low chuckle. One must be either completely deranged or desperate to even consider that. They were sat by their desk, sipping their eighth coffee in four hours. Come to think of it, it could have been a side effect of excessive caffeine consumption. Adding the issue they had been mulling over day and night created a ground for asinine ideas. They brushed it off as swiftly as it had popped into their head. Yet the thought never truly left their mind.

They land on a ledge, glancing over their shoulder to ensure no one is following, and let themselves in. Villain's bedroom smells of lavender and candle wax - the scent had become familiar to them in the last couple of months. They remember the first time they snuck here. Villain had raised an eyebrow.

"I thought we agreed to refrain from attacking on personal territory?" they had asked, unamused by Hero's intrusion.

"I'm not here to attack," despite their calm demeanour, Hero's heart was quivering in panic in their chest. They shrug to look more at ease.

"Then?" Villain disregarded the gesture, facing them with confidence. It wasn't entirely unexpected that Hero would show up today of all days. They expected to be arrested under ridiculous charges when they learnt of the high-ranked visitors that were of no interest to them. Yet they didn't say anything.

"I want to talk," Hero started vaguely. They had no idea what to say. They hadn't thought this far ahead because they had been freaking out as is. Thinking about it was only going to reel them more. After all, the only way of avoiding anxiety was pure improvisation. Except it wasn't helping Hero's anxiety now.

"Well?" Villain had prompted, and Hero did the only thing they could think of. They grabbed Villain by the shoulders and smacked their lips over Villain's mouth.

In all honesty, Hero expected a slap or a punch to the guts, but none followed. Instead, Villain's lips parted in a gasp, allowing Hero's tongue to slide in. Their fingers dug into Hero's forearms, and Hero, lost in the moment, pulled Villain closer, only to be pushed hard against the chest. They stumbled back, a horrified expression plastered on their face. Villain's eyes were unreadable.

"I- I'm sorry," they whispered, ashamed of what they had done. But, Villain pressed a finger to their lips, silencing them as they walked towards them, forcing Hero to take several steps back.

They only stopped when the back of Hero's knees hit the edge of their bed. Hero glanced at it before meeting the barely controlled gaze of their nemesis, waiting for their next move. But Villain seized to move, allowing Hero to decide if they were ready to proceed. If they wanted to. Hero could have stopped right then and there. Yet they did not.

When they pulled Villain's shirt off, leaving a trail of kisses on their collarbones, Hero couldn't remember why they were there. When Villain leaned in, raking their long fingers through their hair, Hero couldn't remember what their mission was. By the time Villain rolled off them, falling onto the bed as heavy pants escaped their lips, Hero had forgotten there was an event in the city.

All they could remember were the soft moans and hushed curses Villain let out as they undressed each other. The way their muscles tensed and eyes darkened when Hero bit their earlobe or dug their nails into their thighs, pulling them closer until no space was left between them. The way their breath shuddered when their chests pressed together in feverish friction.

Hero jumps off the windowsill and crosses the room, discarding their clothes as they go. They slide under the covers and are met by Villain's arms that wrap around them and pull them against their lover's chest.

"You're late today," Villain whispers into their ear. Hero nods. They want to tell them about the patrol, complain about some foolish thieves that tried to rob a convenience store, but the moment Villain's lips touch their shoulder, they forget everything.

When Hero decided to seduce Villain to keep them occupied before a high-profile event in the city, they did not expect to utterly and irrevocably crash into love with the enemy. And yet they did.

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