Hiiii I’ve been interested in your work for so long! Idk if you’re taking requests but if it’s no trouble maybe you could do a situation where a cocky hero is patting down a shy villain and being ✨Spicey✨ about it? Thankyou in advanced 🩶
"For the record," the hero said, as the villain's face went scarlet, "I'd normally ask before putting my hands all over that gorgeous body of yours. Consent is important! But in this case..."
The hero drew out several knives from the set hidden beneath the villain's clothing, tossing them aside.
The villain's hands twitched uselessly in the cuffs, an aborted protest squeaking on their tongue to be careful with those!
"Well," the hero said. "Need must, eh?"
"That's all I've got," the villain said. They felt hyper-aware of the solid heat of the hero's body behind them, pinning them up against the brickwork of the alleyway with one hand, while the other patted them down.
"What a gorgeous liar you are too. It's as if you think I don't know you." The hero promptly pulled out a second set of knives from the villain's other side, where they lived tucked against against the villain's ribs. The villain shivered at the delicate brush of the hero's fingers - a little cool from the night air. "Turn."
The villain didn't particularly want to turn and let the hero see their face. Disarming compliments aside, nobody needed to know about the way the villain's heartbeat was thumping wildly in their throat. Or about the blush. It was just embarrassing.
"I can make you turn," the hero said. Not particularly unkindly. "How handsy do you want me to get?"
And that question - well. The villain turned so fast it nearly constituted an attack, mostly because their brain still hadn't recovered from the deft way the hero had pressed them up against the wall in the first place. The confidence of it. The fact that no one else had dared lay hands on the villain in a very long time.
The hero raised an eyebrow. Their head tilted. Their gaze roamed, entirely too thoroughly, over the villain's face. As if they could decode every secret there like it was nothing.
The villain cleared their throat and looked down, squeezing their eyes shut.
"Having fun?" the hero asked, like they knew the answer.
"No!" The villain's face burned all the more. They would have covered it with their hands if they could. "Don't."
The villain said nothing.
The hero set their hands gently on either side of the villain's ribs, dragging them down. They confiscated the various gizmos and bits of wire from the villain's pockets, before sinking gracefully to their knees.
The villain's breath gave a treacherous hitch.
The hero grinned up at them. A disgusting, cocky, arrogant, beautiful grin. They had the audacity to wink.
The villain bit down hard on their tongue. "Don't mock me," they managed.
"Not mocking you. Spread your legs."
The villain stared at them.
"Gently teasing you, perhaps," the hero allowed. "But not mocking. And certainly not about to underestimate you just because you're feeling shy. As delightful as the reaction is. Would it help if I told you that you have nothing to feel shy about? So."
The villain's stomach flattered molten. They shifted their position, leaning more heavily against the wall.
"Good," the hero all but purred.
"Pretty sure there's, like, a police officer who could do this."
"Yeah, but that would require me to trust that they'd treat a sweet thing like you right."
"...I've never been called sweet before."
"Sweet as cyanide. My favourite kind of sweetness." The hero's clever hands grazed the villain's thighs, easily finding two more sets of weapons and an emergency communication device strapped to their inner thigh. "Like a walking armada, aren't you?"
"And are you?" The hero glanced up again as they smoothed one hand down the villain's leg, then the other.
"Are you prepared for me?"
The villain's mouth opened but absolutely nothing came out.
"Guessing not," the hero said. "You've gone all wide eyed."
The villain shut their eyes, but then that was worse, because they could still feel the hero's hands on them. They coughed. They made a valiant attempt at composing themselves.
"Shoes off," the hero said. "I'll give you a hand."
The villain's eyes snapped open. "You're not..."
"Strip searching you?" The hero's grin widened, and the villain hadn't known it could do that. "Not in an alleyway. That seems cruel. You'd get chilly."
"But you're right that I probably should be thorough. Doubt I'd manage to catch you again any time soon if you escape."
The villain caught themselves thinking it was a shame, that. Ridiculous. Utter nonsense.
The hero eased off one of their boots, then the other, taking with them the secret compartments in the soles.
It was equally ridiculous to feel somehow vulnerable with only their socks. They had the days of the week on them. Nothing like the sleek black of the rest of the villain's clothes.
The hero's eyes softened a fraction, even as the grin turned to a smirk. They rose to their feet again, the villain just a few inches shorter without the boots.
The hero traced their finger along the villain's jaw, like they might possibly have a secret capsule hidden in their teeth. They did. But that was beside the point. And not findable from simply brushing their cheek, however much it made the villain's breathing go shallow.
"Hotel across the way work for you?" the hero asked.
"Told you I need to be thorough. Don't think I'd catch you again." The hero nudged their chin up, some of the bravado fading to expose the steely intelligence at the centre of them. Just as dangerous as the villain, in their way. "Not entirely convinced I caught you this time."
"You think I planned this?"
"Wouldn't put it past you, my one person battalion."
The villain's mouth felt very, very dry. Mostly because it was true. They'd planned to get caught. They'd prepared. They just...no they really hadn't prepared for the hero. Had they?
"Not as cocky as you come across, are you?" It came out barely above a breath. They should have been annoyed, furious, but...
The hero simply gave them that grin again. Even brighter and cockier than before. The picture perfect image of a powerful hero who hadn't yet learned what it was like to lose.
"Yeah," they managed. "I suppose the hotel works fine. Do make it a nice room if you're going to get handsy. Some of us have standards."
The hero laughed at that. A full, genuine laugh from the belly. They pressed a kiss to the villain's head and the villain - well. The whole world shifted slightly. Dizzy. Intoxicating. How could the hero do that so easily? Like it was nothing?
"Excellent." The hero spun them, one arm linking them together, to keep the villain gathered close their side. Their lips pressed against the villain's ear, making them shiver anew. "Lead on, gorgeous. For you, I can even get the top security suite."
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