Hii!! I was wondering if you may do a somewhat spicy snippet that involves a villain and detective and 💫handcuffs💫 ? I understand if not though! Hope you have been well and good luck to any final exams you have🌸
"You'd think," the villain said. "That with all the hardened criminals they deal with on a day to day basis, your colleagues wouldn't be so afraid to pat down little old me. I mean." The villain widened their eyes. "Look at me. Who wouldn't want to get their hands on all this?"
The villain flashed them a sharp grin, entirely too delighted by the fact that most would not get in a three foot radius. "If I lick it, it's mine. Them's the rules."
The detective sighed, (not really) long-suffering, even as they approached.
The villain was, admittedly, gorgeous. In a slightly feral sort of way. Gorgeous in the way a volcano could be stunning, right before it erupted and burnt down everything you loved.
The precinct waiting room was empty apart from the two of them; promptly abandoned ever since the hero had deposited the beautiful monstrosity on their front door and then left. As if the rest of them mere mortals were equally equipped to deal with super villains. Bastard.
"Besides. I'm cuffed and everything," the villain continued, jingling the chains. "I'm harmless."
"You're the bane of my working life," the detective grumbled without venom. "I'm going to have so much paperwork. This isn't even my job to do this. Stand."
The villain pushed gamely to their feet, stepping close and into the detective's space. The detective had gone through the whole routine - because the villain always escaped - enough times not to flinch.
"You look tired, detective," the villain said, a little softer.
"Bane. Of. My. Working. Life."
"I could bribe someone to do the paperwork for you."
The detective snorted, beginning to thoroughly pat the villain down. They extracted paperclips, and all manner of objects from the villain's pockets - knowing by now where to look in the hidden folds of material, knowing that everything had the potential to be dangerous.
They could feel the villain's eyes on them, intent and burning. They could feel the villain's breath, the heat of them, so close. They could smell the crackle of their power in their air, not entirely offset by the cuffs, only limited. If they shivered, well, it was because of that. A valid reaction to threat. Not...not...
The detective swallowed. "Stop that."
"You look like you're planning to eat me."
"How would you know that? My eyes are up. You're the one feeling me up."
"I'm not-" The detective bit their lip, gaze moving to the villain's.
The villain's eyes were very bright.
"You look like you're planning to eat me," the detective said again, and even managed deadpan.
"Well, we did cover that if I lick it, it's mine, already. Didn't we?"
They were not going to be flustered. They were not going to be flustered. They were not going to be-
The villain, lightning quick, lethally quick, pressed a kiss to the detective's blushing cheek. Exposing the utter uselessness of the denial. "I wouldn't mind," the villain said, against the detective's ear. "If you did. Feel me up. I know you wouldn't mind either."
The detective swallowed again, but it did nothing to make their mouth less dry. They kept their hands very professional. They did not jerk back, or jerk their head away, or admonish the villain.
They told themselves it was because it was only words, and far better than the villain snapping those cuffs like they were nothing, but...
Well. They were lying. It was true, but they were utterly lying to themselves, and they probably both knew it. The villain could no doubt dismantle and reveal that lie as easily as the rest.
The villain's teeth and tongue grazed, feather-light, against the shell of their ear.
"Right." The detective's voice was hoarse. "I think you're all done."
"Mm," the villain said, giving them a look of 'oh not nearly done enough with you, dear', though they let the detective step back.
No. Not let. They were cuffed. The two of them had only ever met when the villain was restrained.
"Let's go," the detective said. "You know how it goes by now."
"Indeed." The villain's head tilted. "You know there's a reason that hero of ours keeps dropping me off at your precinct and nobody else's these days. You know that right?"
"Just something to think about," the villain said, and sauntered themselves off in the direction of the cells. "Come lock me up."
The detective released a shaky breath, and fovillowed.
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