Hi 🖤🖤 I think u have technically done this a few times but could you do a silly, arrogant, golden retriever superhero who secretly is attracted by the calculative, suave, and mysterious villain? Bonus if tension arises because the villain has the hero cornered and is calling the “bigger than all” bluff. And proceeds to well call out that they enjoy the villains pet names and condescending attitude.
Big big bonus is m/m but no pressure to do this or have it be specifically mlm. Just thought the stereotypical “dark tall handsome villain” x “himbo pure of heart but big headed hero” would go nicely as a dynamic and in ur writing! 🖤🖤🖤
"I'm curious about something" The villain ran a finger down the hero's chest. "Which do you like more, if you can decide. Me telling you what a good boy you are when you do as you're told, or me putting you in your place by force?"
The hero's brain promptly decided to vacate the building. All they could manage was a helpless sort of spluttering, face as red as a fire engine and heart wailing a siren song of emergency, and staring.
The villain's lip curled. They stood close, one hand braced on the bricks at the hero's side. They raised an eyebrow, delicately, to repeat the question.
"Neither!" the hero said, far too late. "You - I - "
"Oh, come now," the villain said. Their eyes were dark. Glittering. "I know you can be a bit dense, cupcake, but surely you at least know that about yourself."
"Obtuse," the villain offered pleasantly. "Lacking self-awareness. Fighting magnificently on the sides of brawn over a brain?"
"That's really rude! We can't all be literal geniuses."
"It doesn't take a literal genius to notice that we've been standing here at least a minute and you haven't once tried to push me away." The villain hummed. The hand on the hero's chest moved to pat a bulging muscle at the hero's arm. "You're not, presumably, incapable. Or are you? Does the mere sight of me turn all this to jelly? That's adorable."
The hero snarled, grabbed the villain by the shirt, and twisted them around.
The villain seemed entirely unbothered by the prospect of the hero cornering and pinning them to a wall. Lazy, even. It drove the hero mad. They wanted to - needed to -
"Aw, muffin." The villain's voice was practically a purr. "That was even cuter. You want to impress me so bad, don't you?"
"I wasn't trying to-" Except, the hero realised with blooming horror, that they were. They'd wanted to prove some competence. Make the villain sit up and pay attention. Wipe away that superior, gorgeous smirk. The hero released a shaky breath.
"It's okay," the villain said. They caressed a thumb over the hero's cheek. "I do think you're very impressive. Michaelangelo could not have sculped you better."
"That's so objectifying," the hero muttered.
Was that what the hot, fluttering, squeezy feeling in the hero's stomach was? It was almost intense enough to be unpleasant, but not quite.
The villain spoke the words with such confidence. And the praise...
The hero looked down, swallowing hard, and swiftly let go where their hands still clutched at the villain's shirt like their knees might give out.
"It's okay," the villain said, so gently that it ached. "I don't expect you to be in charge here."
"Well, I'm not just going to let you do whatever you want."
The villain made a 'so-so' gesture with their head. "You're not inclined to let me murder someone or rob a building. But when it comes to you?" The villain reached out, tipping the hero's chin up, where they tried to shy away. "I think you're going to let me do anything I want."
The hero's breath hitched. Betraying them. Their hands landed on the wall on either side of the villlain's shoulders and it should have felt like caging them, but it just felt like a desperate clutch for balance.
For the fact that the sight of the villain turned to jelly.
"It's that obvious?" the hero asked, a little agonised.
"Or maybe I just pay attention to you," the villain said, softer.
It made the hero's breath hitch again. Made the thing in their stomach flutter and turn honeyed. "Do you?"
The villain shrugged. Their thumb swept over the hero's lower lip, with the deliberation of handling an instrument they'd long since taught themselves to play.
"Shall we try that again," the villain said. "Because when I ask you a question, I expect you to answer it, darling. Which do you prefer - me telling you what a good boy you are when you do as you're told, or me putting you in your place by force?"
"I could throw you across this entire street." It came out a whisper.
"I'm not a villain. I don't hurt people."
"Ah, so it's just that, then." The villain was quiet for a moment, then they smiled, and ducked under the hero's arm. "Okay then."
"W-what?" The hero whirled. They seized the villain by the arm. "Where are you going?"
"Something you still want, dear?
The hero's jaw clenched. Their mind raced. "I - like both." They regretted the admittance the second it left their mouth, but the villain didn't mock them for it. "Depends on my mood."
"Very good," the villain said. "You know, you sound so goddamn pretty saying things like that?"
The hero's face burned again. They squeezed their eyes shut, unsure they could bear it.
The villain chuckled. "Alright, alright." They nudged the hero, and the hero's back hit the wall. They settled into their original positions. "I'll be nice." Their fingers curled around the hero's throat. "You can't handle me being too sweet to you right now, huh? Too much going on at once."
"I -" It was true. Though the hero wouldn't have known to put it like that. They opened their eyes, studying the villain once more.
The villain let them look, kept their expression guarded, let the hero see.
There was teasing there, cruelty certainly, but not...
It didn't feel unsafe. Not properly. Not in anyway that they didn't like.
"You pay attention," the hero said, the truth of that dawning. "To me. A lot."
The villain merely smiled and squeezed the hero's throat. Then, they leaned in to steal a kiss, breathless and claiming.
The hero nearly fell to pieces right there and then.
The second kiss was not stolen. It was given, eagerly, as the hero surged forward to reciprocate. A petitioner leaving gifts at the altar of a dark and seductive god.
The villain's thumb captured the hero's racing pulse. Easing off just enough to let the hero gasp, electrified and heady, before tightening again with another kiss.
Eventually, a car pulled up at the end of the alleyway, headlines spilling across the shadows, cutting through kiss number...the hero had lost track of the kisses. Five? Seven? One hundred?
The hero slumped against the wall. Halfway to undone.
"So very pretty," the villain said. "My gorgeous boy."
"Oi. You promised you'd be nice."
"Get in the car, hero," the villain said, against their lips. "I've still got a long way to go before my curiosity is sated."
They turned and walked away, with the clear expectation that the hero would follow.
And, for what it was worth, the hero did.
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