#my bebeeeeee

[k4pp4-8]

drops him and leaves

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Ho mother, couldst thee prithee writeth a smexy story to putteth me to sleep chamber?

“Maybe a turtleneck will do? Do you have a sweater?” the hero asked, observing the villain’s throat as if it was something holy. They reached to touch the sensitive skin, one warm finger feeling suddenly cold on the villain’s burning neck. With the utmost care, they followed an invisible line with their finger down the villain’s throat.

The touch was so careful, it made the villain nearly drown in the ecstasy from five minutes ago. It was pure happiness. No one had ever managed to make the villain feel those things, yet the hero did it as if it was the easiest thing in the world. And they did it regularly.

“I could probably find one—” the villain mumbled. Their head was still filled with undeniable desire. Normal thoughts seemed so far away, they couldn’t even concentrate on the simplest thing. They knew they wanted to get up but everything in their brain was terrible chaos.

“Your parents will hate me,” the hero whispered. They didn’t meet the villain’s eyes yet, their attention was still on the throat covered in hickeys. The villain remembered how they’d helped them get their pants back on. It was hypnotising to watch their lover now. Knowing what they were capable of simply overshadowed everything else.

“They won’t hate you…” The villain stood up with shaky legs that were about to fail them. However, the hero, as quick as ever, grabbed the villain’s hips and pulled them back up.

“Easy there, sweetheart.” They pulled their lover against their chest and observed them once again. Exhausted, the villain buried their head in the crook of the hero’s neck. Mere minutes ago, they’d been in heaven but now, the villain was so embarrassed.

Not because of the hero.

But because they were a mess and their parents were about to visit them in ten minutes.

“Fuck, you look weary.” The hero grabbed the villain’s jaw affectionately and turned their head. “Do you want me to be softer next time?”

“No,” the villain mumbled into their neck. “It was perfect.”

“I wasn’t too harsh…?”

“No,” the villain said. They pulled back to look at their former enemy. But what they didn’t expect was the hero pressing an innocent kiss to their lips. When they parted, the villain continued. “Don’t worry, my parents will love you.”

“Baby, they’ll hate me. They’re both supervillains and when they see the hickeys…”

“They won’t…” the villain said. Subconsciously, one hand slid down the hero’s chest, making their lover groan quietly. And that made the hero smile tiredly. They loved those reactions. “I promise I’ll take care of it.”

As if to strengthen the promise, they kissed the hero this time with all the strength they had left, making it sloppy, making it dirty as their hand found a way into the other’s pants.

The hero — completely overwhelmed — gasped and threw their head back.

“Fuck, sweetheart—” The villain teased a bit more, kissed a bit harder, touched a bit more intensely. They smiled against their lover’s lips as they felt their reactions.

However, then the villain stopped. They knew they’d get their revenge. They knew they’d make the hero beg in the same way they’d make them beg minutes ago.

“You’re mean,” the hero whispered as the villain pulled their hand out of their pants.

“I know,” the villain whispered right back. They let go of their partner and stumbled into the bedroom to get something that could cover up the hickeys.

They spent the rest of the evening teasing the hero under the table.

[bonnirockatansky-blog]

Meet Calliope! A sassy, prissy, spoiled brat tbh. Her daddy definitely spoils her. And the only person she adores more than Papi, is Jojo, whom she idolizes. She likes to mimic her mother’s sweet mannerisms buuuuut DON’T BUY INTO IT. ITS A TRAP! I hope you enjoy, @levanaart ❤️