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[anevilweevil]

My whumpee moment lmao

Ok so (and this is one of the most intimate things I’ve ever experienced) one time I got horrible rope burn on my legs. Like the gashes were more than an inch wide, I almost puked from the pain, and I had to get a tetanus shot. Left a cool scar though.

Anyways, I had to redress the wounds three times a day with a bunch of stuff and it hurt SO fucking badly. But my girlfriend at the time, we had just started dating, offered to do it for me. I told them that they didn’t have to, that the wounds were really nasty and constantly leaking, and I didn’t want to make them squeamish. Well, they insisted.

Cut to me sitting on the toilet with my then girlfriend who is slowly going through the motions of unwrapping the wounds, cleaning them off, and then resealing them after applying the medicine. They put out a hand for me to hold while they worked one-handed and told me to squeeze when it hurt. I didn’t want to hurt them, but again, they insisted. So I did. Truthfully, I only *pretended* to squeeze but it still made my heart swell that they offered.

The biggest gash was on the back of my calf so I had to stand up and hold onto the wall while they worked and I remember thinking about how lucky I was to have someone like them. After they finished, they kissed me and held me in bed.

I’m not only saying this bc it’s kinda whumpy lol, but like, it was so intimate and helped us get so much closer despite having just started dating. I had never felt so safe with another person. We’ve since broken up, and while our relationship ended with neither of us having the same feelings for each other that we did in the beginning, I still think about that moment. I think about how vulnerable I felt to expose something so ugly (the wounds really were bad—leaking orange juice and cottage cheese looking stuff type of bad) and yet be completely comforted for it. Having someone care so gently for you when you’re swaying from pain and can’t handle it on your own. From time to time, I miss them for those moments. They are genuinely such a kind and compassionate person and it’s rare to find someone like that.

Anyways, caretaker moment <3

[anevilweevil]

Whump Snippet: Outside

Whumpee gets a little treat for being so good :)

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It was well past midnight when Whumpee was awoken from their slumber by a hand slapping over their mouth. They jolted, their own palms going to grab whatever it was that had taken hold of them. They let out a muffled scream, only for the terrifying smooth voice of their captor to whisper warm words into their ear. 

“Calm down, it’s just me.”

Despite the horror they’d encountered at the hands of Whumper, at least the voice was familiar, and Whumpee settled down. For a moment, they wondered if they had missed their wake time, but no, that couldn’t be right. It was still pitch black in the room asides for the blinking light on Whumper’s watch. That’s when their mind began to race. 

Had they done something wrong? Were they about to be punished? Whumper sometimes liked to wake Whumpee to an impending punishment, but he also liked his sleep. Whumpee tried to come up with a plausible reason for this strange disruption as Whumper uncuffed their ankles from the posts of the bed before taking one of the cuffs and locking it over Whumpee’s wrists. Whumpee let themselves be manhandled up, a blindfold slipping over their eyes before being led out the basement door with an arm holding them steady against Whumper’s chest. 

Whumpee did their best to keep their mouth shut, worried that questioning Whumper would set him off. But it was impossible to keep their breath at bay. As they heard the sound of multiple doors opening and closing before a whoosh of cold summer air against skin, the air froze within their lungs. 

“W-Whumper—”

“Calm down,” Whumper said gently along with the sound of a car door opening. Do I have to put you in the trunk or are you gonna be good and sit still in the backseat?”

Whumpee had only ever ridden in Whumper’s car once, and that was when they had first been kidnapped. They could remember the zip ties cutting into their skin and rolling painfully onto a wound on their stomach with every bump along the road. Whumpee gulped. 

“I can be good.”

A hand tousled their hair. They were led into the back of Whumper’s car, the smell of leather with a lingering hint of coffee stealing the gravelly outside smell. Whumper was strangely careful with them, sliding the seatbelt gently over their chest before giving a small pat to their cheek. 

This is finally it, Whumpee thought miserably. He’s really going to kill me. 

They rode in silence. Whumpee tried to keep the tremor in their hands under control, their sense of hearing heightened with their lack of sight. They could hear Whumper tapping on the steering wheel, the squeak of the brake pedal every time they stopped. At first, Whumpee tried to feel out which directions they were going. Right, straight, left, left, straight… But it was no use. They must have been driving for well over thirty minutes. Whumpee could be anywhere. 

After a horribly silent drive in which Whumpee could only imagine the ways they would be killed (they hoped it would be a gunshot to the head, at least that would be quick) the car came to a stop. Whumper was gentle once again as he led Whumpee out before sliding a hand under their knees to carry them. Whumpee gasped, clawing at Whumper’s shirt as they tried, and failed, to bite back a terrified cry. 

“Sh, shhh,” Whumper soothed them, planting a small kiss on their cheek. “Just breathe now, okay? Can you do that for me?”

Fuck. I really am going to die. 

Whumper carried Whumpee for several minutes. Not that it was hard, Whumpee had become so weak and light from living on the cusp of starvation for so long. Whumpee would flinch every time a branch or some sort of leaf brushed their body. They were worried Whumper would hit them for it, but he never did. He only shushed them. They tried to breathe through it. They tried to tell themselves that death would be a kinder place to them, that they would no longer be in pain once it was all over with. But still, it was terrifying. Not even the earthy musk of the soil and the fragrance of the nature around them could quell their fear. For just a split second they considered it: a bite, a punch, whatever they could muster, and to scramble away. But they immediately dismissed the thought before their hope flickered. Whumper was probably armed, and they had to be real with themselves—they hadn’t run nor practically eaten in months. Running would probably only prolong their suffering.

Finally Whumper stopped. Whumpee’s blood ran cold. They were placed down on…on a stump? Of some sort? The unmistakable click of the lock followed, and their handcuffs fell from their wrists. A hand made its way to the tie at Whumpee’s blindfold. 

“Should I remind you of what will happen if you try to run?” Whumper asked. Whumpee tried to make out the tone in his voice. It was soft, like it was a genuine reminder rather than a threat, but still held a painful promise if broken. 

Whumpee nodded. “No, sir.”

“Good.”

The blindfold fell away, but Whumpee kept their eyes shut. Their breath began to accelerate, their shoulders hunched in anticipation of a blow, or a burn, or—

“You can open your eyes, Whumpee.”

Whumpee let out a small cry before opening one eye, and then the next. They looked around. They were sitting on the body of a fallen tree with Whumper at their side. Beneath their bare feet was coarse, weedy grass speckled with wildflowers, their petals closed under the moonlight. Surrounding them were tall evergreens. Whumpee followed their long trunks up to the foliage that dispersed the moon's pearly shine, their heights dizzying. And before them was a vast, inky lake. Whumpee’s breath hitched as they noticed the stars above it, the band of the Milky Way as bright as they’d seen in nature magazines before their captivity. The air chilled their skin, goosebumps spreading down their arms. Compared to the cement walls and chains of the basement, they believed they had never seen something so beautiful in their life. Maybe they had already died. 

“Like it?” Whumper asked, staring pointedly at Whumpee’s startled face. 

“I—” Whumpee stammered, trying to collect themselves before turning to Whumper. “I thought…I mean, aren’t you going to kill me?”

Whumper immediately frowned and reeled back. “What? Kill you?”

“Yeah, I—” Whumpee turned back towards the lake before their voice went eerily quiet. “Aren’t I here to die?”

“No,” Whumper said, setting a hand on Whumpee’s shoulder. “No, no, of course not, Whumpee. Remember a few weeks ago when you had that crying fit? You said that all you wanted was to be outside again. You told me you used to like going on hikes. You’ve been so good that, well, I started scouring for a few places out of sight that I could bring you.” Whumper hesitated before asking his next question. “Do you like it?”

Whumpee went silent. Their gaze became unfixed, but soon, their shoulders hunched up and began to tremble. A shudder ran down their spine as their cry clawed at the back of their throat. Without warning, they dropped their head into their hands as thick, warm tears began to spill from bloodshot eyes. At first the crying was soft, but it quickly crescendoed to a weeping fit muffled by Whumpee’s palm. Whumper opened their arms, inviting Whumpee in. Without a word, Whumpee accepted. They sunk into Whumper’s hold, tears staining his shirt as they cried and cried and cried. 

“I love it,” Whumpee was able to force out through tears and snot. “I'm s-sorry, I’ve n-never felt s-so…”

“Shhh, shhhhh, it’s okay, sweet thing,” Whumper cooed, uselessly wiping away tears and softly rubbing Whumpee’s back. “I know it’s hard. I know. Just let it out, now. It’s okay.”

And Whumpee did. They cried harder than they thought they ever had in their lives. Even harder than the horrible punishments and beatings they’d endured at Whumper’s touch. But this was something newfound. It was beauty, sadness, isolation, and hope, all meshed into one singular firework that had exploded and was radiating through their body, turning their mind numb. 

“Can we watch the sun rise?” Whumpee asked when the sobs finally subsided. 

Whumper was more than happy to indulge them. 

“Of course, sweetheart.”

[anevilweevil]

Hero x Villain: A Deal is a Deal

Hero and Villain made a deal with each other. They could each ask for one favor outside of working hours if they needed it. Unfortunately for Hero, they didn't work out the best timing for their simple ask.

CW: flirting, nudity (nonsexual), captivity/bondage. Kinda spicy but no outright smut or nsfw.

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Hero let out a satisfied sigh as they stepped under the stream of water, feeling its warmth weaving through their hair and cascading down their shoulders. The cold they had had to endure the last several days had been unbearable. But now—sweet release. At least, for the time being. 

Hero heard the bathroom door open. Immediately, they crossed their arms over their chest before steadily asking, “Villain?”

“Who else?” Villain replied, followed by the sound of running water. “Just need to take my meds real quick. I hope you didn’t expect privacy just because I let you use my shower.”

Hero smiled to themselves, content to continue washing as long as Villain wasn’t pulling back the shower curtain. 

“Thanks again for letting me shower here, by the way,” Hero said. 

“Jesus,” Villain said, a smirk obvious in their voice. “You’ve probably thanked me five times by now. Don’t tell me the goody-two-shoes act extends out of work.”

“I won’t bother you for long. My landlord said he’d get the tank fixed by tomorrow night.”

“Good,” Villain chuckled. “Having fun washing your pretty face?”

Hero stopped before smirking themselves. “You think my face is pretty?”

“Ha, right,” Villain replied. “Pretty punchable.”

“I get my features from my mom.”

“Do you get your stupidity from her too?”

“You wish,” Hero said. “That comes from you.”

“Ah ah ah,” Villain said with a warning tease. “One of us is naked and wet. Don’t take my exceptionally rare favor for granted, now.”

Hero blushed. They went quiet for a moment, rinsing the suds of shampoo out of their hair. They hadn’t heard the door close behind them, so they assumed Villain was still in the bathroom. Which was…odd. 

“Villain?”

“Yes?”

Hero sighed, relieved that they could get this off their chest. “I really appreciate you holding up your end of the deal, by the way. ‘Favor for a favor outside of working hours.’ I…really needed it.”

“Well, staying in debt at your hands was unfathomably disgusting,” Villain remarked. “But I suppose I can be fair if the game is played right. Your cooking was satisfactory, at best.”

Hero rolled their eyes. “Geez. Thanks. I’ll probably make something simple when I get home, though.”

“Oh darling,” Villain laughed softly, bittersweet poison dripping from the tip of their tongue. “You won’t be going home tonight.”

Immediately, Hero froze. “What do you mean? It’s Sunday.”

“Not as of three minutes ago, it's not,” Villain said, staring at their watch reading a crisp 12:03 a.m. unbeknownst to Hero. “It’s Monday now, which means I’m on the clock. Do put on the clothes I’ve laid out for you, will you? I’m sure it will be more comfortable with the restraints. Though I won’t mind you unclothed.”

For a moment, Hero had lost their voice. They stood, mouth agape under the steaming shower that had interrupted the piercing silence that now lingered between them and their greatest nemesis. They stuttered a bit, searching for the words, wondering if they could even believe Villain’s claims. They realized with horror that they had arrived late at Villain’s apartment. It had to have been past eleven thirty. 

“Fuck,” Hero whispered to themselves, mind racing for an out. 

“What was that, darling?” Villain asked. 

“I can’t believe you’re fucking kidnapping me right now,” Hero said. “All I needed was a fucking shower.”

“Mm, you never were very punctual,” Villain noted. “Anyways, I’ll be waiting for you in the kitchen. Don’t stall now, dear. A deal is a deal.”

Hero was about to respond when they heard the bathroom door close shut. They cursed again, fingers pulling at their soaking wet hair. How stupid could they have been to not expect Villain to play such a petty game? How could they not have realized how long they had spent in the shower? Had they just finished three fucking minutes ago, they would have barely escaped being Villain’s hostage. And in Villain’s own apartment! 

Vulnerable and weaponless (another idiotic thing Hero had forgotten about), Hero got out of the shower, dried off, and put on the clean clothes Villain had laid out for them: a cotton shirt, jeans, socks, and a hoodie. There was no way they would indulge Villain’s interest in their nudity. Newly clothed, they made their way out into the kitchen, where Villain was sitting at the dinner table. Strangely, the table was lavishly set with two plates of food. Hero would have almost found it inviting if not for the empty chair complete with wrist restraints, a strap across the middle, and the newly sharpened knife idly laying in Villain’s grasp. 

“Happy first kidnapping, darling!” Villain said, raising a glass. 

“What the hell is this?” Hero asked, heart pounding in their temples.

“It’s our first time, so I wanted to make it special. Tonight is going to be fun. For me, at least. Now sit down before it gets cold.”

Despite the ever-growing fear tightening in their chest, Hero rolled their eyes before trudging to the seat, seeing no way out. Villain’s thin lips curled into a grin. 

“I’ve been waiting so long for this.”

[anevilweevil]

Tortured gayly > tortured straightly

Whumper: It is pride month, Whumpee. You know what that means?

Whumpee: Huh.

Whumpee: What.

Whumpee: Do you want to like.

Whumpee: Torture me gayly.

Whumpee: What.

Whumper: ...

[anevilweevil]

Unmasked, Part V: The Bed

CW: NSFW, edging, fingering, oral sex, sadism/masochism, discussion of punishment

NB Villain/NB Hero

Part IV

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“We’re just getting started.”

Hero moaned at the words with another buck of the hips, only getting them another hard smack between the legs. They let out another cry and attempted to look down, only noticing how red the skin had turned there from abuse. 

Villain removed their finger, wet with slick before popping it into their own mouth, licking off Hero’s pleasure with a hum. Hero watched, completely taken over with desire but a tint of humiliation that had not rubbed off since they had been over Villain’s lap. They lowered that same finger to trail down Hero’s cheek, under their jaw before pushing their head to the side, revealing the blooming rose of a bruise blossoming down their collarbone. 

“You always did get strangely quiet whenever I had you tied up,” Villain remarked. “I considered whether you were naturally submissive. I must say, I’m pleased to see that you are.”

Hero rolled their eyes, snapping their back. “You’re a real asshole, you know that?”

“Ah ah ah,” Villain teased, clutching Hero’s inner thighs with a squeeze. “No more words like that from you. Not when you’re soaked from nothing but the pain I’ve inflicted. Tell me, did you always get wet when I hurt you?”

“You wish,” Hero bit back. 

“Mm, I do,” Villain confirmed with a coy grin. “Now stay still. You’ve been unclothed for far too short a time already. Why don’t I join you?”

With that, Villain began to unbutton their shirt before pulling it off, revealing a regular white undershirt. Hero turned away as Villain began to pull off the top, but their face was suddenly pulled back by a firm grip. 

“Look at me, darling,” Villain commanded. “Else I will not hesitate to return to your earlier spanking?”

Hero blushed angrily and furiously. “That won’t be necessary.”

“Smart decision.”

Hero watched as Villain continued undressing, removing their undergarment to reveal a stunningly toned body, almost as scarred as Hero’s, however, proper care better concealed them against Villain’s skin tone. Hero noticed a particularly strange wound that looked like a healed burn, and wondered if it was from a battle that had taken place two years prior at Villain’s attempt at detonating abandoned tenements—their first encounter together. Villain also had the telling marks of top surgery: two symmetrical lines under their nipples. 

“Like what you see?” Villain teased upon noticing Hero’s wandering gaze. 

Hero, again, responded with a roll of the eyes. “Just take your fucking pants off.”

“I’ll entertain your order for now,” Villain said, unbuttoning the top of their jeans. “But know you will pay for that later.”

Villain took their time, pulling off of their jeans on top of Hero before kicking them away, leaving them in their underwear. Hero pouted at the sight. They wanted Villain as naked as they were, but it seemed that even during sex Villain had to have some semblance of power. 

Villain once again leaned over, admiring Hero’s newfound struggle against the restraints of Villain’s belt. Villain guessed they wanted to touch them as well, but Villain would never allow it. At least not without some proper pleading. 

“Now then,” Villain said, thumbing Hero’s cunt, coating their finger before slipping in an index in once more. “Be good while I stretch you.”

Hero whined as Villain began pumping just the finger in and out, at least having the decency to go all the way in. Villain’s free hand had found its way onto Hero’s chest, pushing them down into the mattress. Hero shut their eyes tight and tried to breathe through the pleasure, worried they would involuntarily buck, earning them a spank between the legs. Villain slipped in a second finger, surprised when Hero’s only reaction was to squeeze their eyes tighter. 

“Breathe, love,” Villain whispered, curling their two fingers, slipping them easily in and out, opening Hero up. “Just like that. That’s right. Now what I’m about to do next is going to hurt. So prepare yourself.”

“Wait, what—?” Hero’s words were cut off with a cry of a moan as Villain scissored their fingers apart, further spreading Hero’s vagina seemingly past its limit. Hero immediately closed their knees together, trapping Villain’s fingers between their legs. 

Villain quickly withdrew, eliciting another strangled yelp as they playfully smacked Hero across the face. “Keep your legs open.”

“That hurt!” Hero whined, panting through a mix of pain and pleasure. “I wasn’t ready!”

“Must I humiliate you further to get you to see sense?” Villain asked, putting a palm on each of Hero’s knees before pushing them apart and not letting go. “You enjoy the pain, sweetheart. Don’t try to lie to me. I can see you secreting more and more with every cry that escapes you. So why not let me make you feel good?”

“You c-could at least…give me more time,” Hero said, bottom lip jutting out. 

“Oh, my little honeypie,” Villain sighed. “I know you can take it. Don’t forget just last month when I had you dangling upside down, blood dripping off of you like a newly slaughtered lamb. You don’t need time, do you?”

Hero only sniffled. 

“Do you?” Villain prompted, bearing teeth. 

Hero immediately nodded. 

“Good,” Villain said. “I’m glad we could come to an agreement. Now…”

Villain’s fingers returned with an unforgiving pace, pumping in and out, in and out. They curled their fingers within, exploring, stroking, circling, enjoying each and every twitch and hitch of a breath that Hero produced. Villain began to lean down, pressing soft kisses over Hero’s face, stealing the gasps that escaped Hero’s mouth as they forced a tongue in. Hero fought hard to kiss back, but simply couldn’t. There was too much going on. Too much feeling, too much pain, too much pleasure. They could only moan in Villain’s mouth with an agonizing ferocity. Soon, Hero’s foot found its way onto Villain’s shoulder, who only laughed as they grabbed their ankle to pull their foot over their shoulder. 

“Please, I really gotta come,” Hero squeaked out between whimpers as Villain continued relentlessly. “Fuck, Villain, can I?”

“No,” Villain said with a smile. “Only when I say so, little thing.”

“Villain, please,” Hero started, lifting their head up as far as it could go. “I really can’t hold it back, I-I��m gonna…fuck, Villain, stop! I’m g-gonna—”

Villain removed their fingers just before Hero could climax, causing Hero to let out a frustrated cry followed by a broken sob from lost pleasure. Villain watched as Hero twitched, their legs once again snapping closed through the pain of denial. 

“Oh, baby,” Villain said with false empathy. “I know it hurts. I do. But you’re being so good for me. The greater you hurt the greater I reward you. Now, please. Spread your legs. Yourself this time. I’m finished with putting up with your antics.”

Hero’s sobs only continued as they once again forced their legs open, twitching and shaking as cool air once again met their bottom. Villain leaned down, pressing a kiss on their lower stomach before pulling both their knees over their shoulders, straightening Hero’s legs out. Hero’s hands jumped to push Villain’s head away from the sensitive area. 

“No, d-dont,” Hero stammered. “I just need some time to recuperate. I know you said I can’t have it, but please, I n-need it.”

Villain simply hummed a soft sigh. “I’m sorry, Hero. It’s too late for begging now. You took your earlier punishment well enough, but you still can’t seem to practice patience. Now let me be clear. If you come without permission, I’ll plug your ass up.”

“That’s not fair!” Hero cried with a small kick. 

Immediately, a deep, cold gaze became etched into Villain’s face. Hero immediately shut their mouth, eyes widening with fear at the familiar look that only meant further pain. Villain leaned back, spread Hero’s lips apart, and delivered a painful smack to their cunt. Hero howled at the contact, notably harder than any spank that had come before it. Everything began to tingle. 

“Have I made myself clear or shall I plug you up now?” Villain asked. 

Hero panted, licking their lips before answering. “Y-you didn’t bring a fucking plug with you, did you?”

“No, but I’m assuming you have an array of things in your nightstand I could use on you,” Villain said with a noncommittal shrug. By the look on Hero’s face, Villain assumed they were correct. 

“Go on, argue,” Villain continued. “See what happens.”

Hero’s head flopped back onto the bed. The message was clear: Fine. Do what you will. 

Villain dipped their head back between Hero’s legs and began to lick, tongue circling their clit before ending with a small flick. Small whimpers escaped Hero’s lips as the sucking began. Soon, Villain’s tongue trailed down farther, dipping just into their entrance. Villain was pleased to see that their efforts at stretching Hero had worked wonderfully. Even better, Hero was obeying, containing themselves through grunts and hitched breaths. 

Villain continued for a horribly long time, fingers joining the fun leaving Hero damp with sweat, pupils the size of pinpricks and they grit their teeth and held their orgasm back. They were so deliciously behaved, Villain couldn’t help but give Hero one last lick before shimmying out of their own underwear. This time, they didn’t comment when Hero stared between Villain’s legs. It was good to give them a small reward for behaving so well by giving them something to look at. Villain pushed Hero’s legs down before straddling their thigh and beginning to grind against it, their hand creeping up under Hero’s bra to fondle a breast. Hero gasped as their nipple was pinched and then massaged, pain leaving for a blessed moment before returning. 

It was Villain’s turn to moan as they slid up and down Hero’s thigh, quickly turning wet. They plunged their fingers into Hero’s mouth, ordering them to make noise while they pleasured themself. 

“Don’t think I’m done with you just because I’m offering you a break,” Villain said through pants, their body heating up as pleasure shot up through their groin and into their chest. “I’m not done with you. Not until you’re a sobbing, shaking mess, on your knees and pleading for me to spare you. By the time I’m done I’ll have you coming until you can’t breathe. And you’re going to take the pain like I’ve taught you.”

Hero simply closed their eyes, feeling too much to respond. They felt incredible, but the pain of denial was mounting. When Villain finally came first with a short-lived groan and the reward of a kiss on their collarbone, Hero found the belt containing their wrists being undone. They began to massage where they had pulled, the skin rough and raw. But then, they were distracted by movement. 

“W-what are you doing?” Hero asked as Villain leaned over their body, pulling at the drawer of their nightstand. When they say what they had pulled out, Hero’s jaw fell open. “Wait—”

“My, my, I didn’t know you were so prepared,” Villain teased, staring at Hero’s humiliated expression at the sight of not only a strap-on, but a big bottle of lube, a plug, and a leg-spreader. “Have you been seeing someone, Hero?”

“What?!” Hero practically gasped, attempting and failing to reach for the toys under Villain’s weight. “No! I mean, I’ve had some people from Hinge over a few times, but—”

“I’m assuming you enjoyed yourself, then,” Villain interrupted, entertained. “Don’t lie to me, dear, you know I love to see that blush on your cheeks. Humor me, did you submit to them too?”

“Wha—I—,” Hero stuttered, “I guess I’m more of a switch.”

Villain snorted. “Right.”

“No, really!” Hero insisted. “I haven’t even used any of that stuff besides the lube. Most of it is…new.”

“Perfect,” Villain said, getting up. “Off the bed, then. Get on your hands and knees.”

Hero hesitated, looking at the toys within Villain’s hands. 

“Villain…”

“Yes?”

Hero let out a trembling sigh, still rubbing their raw wrists and looking down between their legs, where they were still a furious red. “What are you going to do to me?”

Villain leaned in, grabbing Hero’s chin before forcing their head to their side so their mouth could perfectly meet Villain’s ear as they whispered.

“I don’t like to ruin a surprise.”

[anevilweevil]

Unmasked, Part IV: The Bedroom

CW: Nsfw, smut, wound care, hurt/comfort, spanking, fingering, elements of BDSM, sadism, masochism, edging

NB Villain/NB Hero (pretty sapphic tbh)

Part III, Part V

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“Follow me,” Hero said begrudgingly, leading Villain out of the bathroom and into the bedroom across the hallway, where there was a queen-sized bed, two pillows, and the only pop of color, a stuffed duck, sitting between them. 

“And who is this?” Villain mused as Hero turned the bedside lamps on. 

“Puddles,” Hero said angrily, taking the duck and stuffing it under one of the pillows. 

“Well don’t suffocate the poor thing,” Villain chuckled. 

Hero rolled their eyes before collapsing down onto the bed, splaying their arms out. “Do your worst.”

“Would you also like me to remove your clothing?” Villain asked. 

Hero immediately shot up, wrapping their arms around their waist. “Excuse me?”

“It’ll be easier for me to access the wound on your stomach if you remove your shirt,” Villain said. “And much more sterile.”

“No way,” Hero laughed like Villain had been joking. 

“It seems I’ve phrased that as a suggestion,” Villain said. “I’d be happy to rephrase. Unless you want to stop wasting our time and remove your shirt yourself.” A rush of adrenaline flickered up Hero’s spine and they rubbed the back of their neck, embarrassed. The thought of being shirtless, of being so exposed, was terrifying. Terrifying and something else, but they couldn’t quite understand what. The truth was, Villain was fully clothed. Hero was in shorts and a t-shirt. They already felt so vulnerable. Though Hero tried to fight the thought, they couldn’t help but pay attention to the memory of Villain’s hand snaking their way down to their most vulnerable parts resurfacing. But that was different. Villain wasn’t looking at them. They had touched them from behind. 

“I’m not here to judge you,” Villain said softly. “I understand I’m asking you to put a great deal of trust in me. But I assure you, if I wanted you dead, you already would be.”

Hero looked up into Villain’s icy eyes. They huffed. Then, after another moment of silent procrastination, they removed their shirt. They were happy when Villain’s clinical expression didn’t change, besides perhaps a small raise of the brows. They were even happier when they laid down without being asked to remove their bra as well. Not that there was any need to, but with Villain, you could never be too sure.

“This is…quite large,” Villain remarked, their eyes taking in the sight of the eight-inch long gash that was seeping through nearly not enough layers of wounds. 

“That one I remember,” Hero said, looking up at the ceiling. “It was when we were battling at Ellis Island. You destroyed the ferris wheel while I was on one of the support beams. One of the carriages fell. I tried to run away and you threw your knife at me. I missed the carriage, but,” they let out a chuckle, “wasn’t so lucky with the blade.”

Villain looked over at Hero, whose gaze hadn’t moved. 

“I’m…sorry,” Villain said quietly. “I didn’t realize…”

“Don’t sweat it,” Hero said. “You’re the villain, I’m the hero, and we fight. That’s what we’re supposed to do.”

“Yes,” Villain said. 

“Besides, you’re not the only one who’s good with a knife. I know that scar on your neck is from me. Last Christmas, the art museum. Remember?”

“I do,” Villain said, a soft smile emerging on their lips. “Though it healed very well.”

“I get it, I’m shit at taking care of myself,” Hero said. 

Villain said nothing. Instead, they turned their attention back to the wound. They analyzed the gash under the bandages, counting how many stitches they would have to do. As they cleaned the infected area, they tried their best to ignore Hero’s small flinches everytime their fingers brushed over delicate, raw skin. Without quite realizing it, Villain’s eyes began to roam over Hero’s body. They took in the soft, slightly bruised skin over the rest of their stomach. The scar of a rejected piercing on their belly button. They even caught a glance of Hero’s chest, covered by a black nike sports bra they were sure Hero hadn’t taken off in days. 

“So,” Hero said, interrupting the longest moment of silence the pair had shared. “How did you know it was me? At the bar, I mean.”

Villain continued with the sutures. “I’ve known how you looked for quite some time now.”

“Oh?”

“Yes,” Villain nodded. “Ever since the chase at Grand Central Terminal.”

“Ah.”

“We were both injured then,” Villain recounted. “The fight was basically over. You had won the upper hand. You ran outside through the smoke and out into an alleyway. I don’t know why I followed you, I was practically gutted myself, but I was curious. I saw you take your mask off.”

“And my apartment?” Hero questioned. 

“I followed you back to it,” Villain said. 

Hero nodded. “So you’ve known where I’ve lived for months, haven’t you? That’s creepy.”

“I never wanted to disturb you and your so-called ‘personal life,’” said Villain with a roll of their eyes. “If you can call ignoring your wounds in favor of work a personal life. But I happened to see you walk into the club last week while I was on my way to the grocery store, and I don’t know what came over me. I wanted to see you.”

“To see me?” 

“To really see you,” Villain corrected. “As you are. Not when we’re fighting. Not when you’re hurting me, or I’m hurting you. I just wanted to…see what you were like. To understand you, I suppose.”

“That’s weird.”

Villain sighed, exasperated. “Perhaps.”

“Well, then, if you were just curious, why did you buy me a drink?” Hero asked, their gaze finally breaking from the ceiling. “Why did you ask me to dance? Why did you…kiss me?”

The silence that lingered between them seemed to swell in Hero’s heart. 

“I don’t suppose you’d find it ‘weird’ if I were to say that I felt somewhat attracted to you,” Villain admitted. 

This time, Hero didn’t laugh. Instead, they looked into Villain’s eyes with a soft gaze, devoid of its usual fear. “You did?”

“Yes,” Villain said, turning back to the sutures. “I suppose, in a way, I always have been.”

Hero blinked, trying to understand what Villain was saying. For days they had pictured almost this exact dialogue in their minds. And here it was. Plain and simple. Exposed. Bare. 

“Be careful about your response, because if I in any way feel verbally attacked, I will not hesitate to put you in your place,” Villain added, when Hero didn’t respond. 

Hero flushed. “No, no. No, I—I mean, I kissed you back.”

“You did.”

Hero realized that Villain’s hands had finally retreated; the wound was wrapped. They sat up, slowly, stealing a glance from Villain before collapsing their head into their hands with a groan. 

“You’ve got me so fucked up,” they mumbled, voice muffled between their palms. 

“I’ll restrain myself next time,” Villain said. 

“No, not that,” Hero said, finally looking back up. “I mean…fuck, I really just—back at the bar. Why did you have to show up?” A look of desperation was painted on Hero’s face. “Why did you have to—to ruin this?”

“This?” Villain asked. “I don’t think I follow.”

“This,” Hero repeated, gesturing between them. “Our dynamic. Things are going to be different now.”

“I’m the one attracted to you, Hero,” Villain replied quietly. “I’m also just as good at hiding that attraction if you would like me to. Nothing has to change.”

Hero groaned, once again letting their face drop into their palms before moving their fingers up into their hair. “It already has.”

“You don’t find me capable of keeping our dynamic the same as it always has been? I must admit, I’m a little offended.”

“No, no,” Hero mumbled. “I don’t…I don’t think I can keep it that way.”

Villain lifted a brow, carefully taking in Hero’s hunched-over posture, the flush returning to their face with full force. Villain tried to make sense of their expression, one mixed with shame yet vulnerability. Finally, they realized. It took all their strength to hold back the smirk they so desperately wanted to reveal.

“What are you saying, Hero?”

Hero turned away, afraid what would happen if they let themselves indulge in Villain’s demanding gaze. They barely had enough time to register the sound of Villain shuffling as they leaned over the bed, the warm feeling of their palm cupping the side of Hero’s head before firmly pulling it back to face Villain. 

“Villain,” Hero began, their heartbeat beginning to pick up, “you just have to understand that back at the bar, I—I felt something for you, okay? And not just some passing—”

Before they could finish their sentence, Villain’s lips crashed against theirs. Hero was surprised by the force, by the action. Their eyes widened as they went falling back into the bed, only to be caught by Villain’s other arm, wrapping around their waist to hold them upright. Villain felt a shiver run up Hero’s body before they climbed further onto the bed, pushing Hero’s back against the headboard before lifting a leg over their lap, straddling them. 

Despite the anxieties clawing between Hero’s ribcage, Hero finally found the courage within them to close their eyes. Soon, they melted in Villain’s embrace. They tilted their head, resting against the headboard, their hands jumping to Villain’s waist just like where they had been placed back at the club when they danced. Villain’s hands hungrily traced their figure, going up and down Hero’s sides before clawing at the bare skin on their back. 

Finally, they ripped apart. 

“F-Fuck,” Hero stuttered, immediately dropping their chin into Villain’s palm. Their head was immediately tilted up to meet Villain’s gaze, who finally revealed their satisfied smirk. 

“Breathe,” Villain whispered, causing Hero to let out an airy laugh. “You’re horrible at containing yourself, you know.”

“Just fucking kiss me,” Hero practically pleaded. 

Villain obliged, once again pressing their lips against Hero’s. They suckled on their top lip, letting their bottom teeth playfully nip at the delicate skin. Hero’s grasp on Villain’s waist tightened as they did so, only squeezing harder once Villain forced a tongue past their teeth. Hero couldn’t help it. They moaned, the small noise getting caught in Villain’s mouth who only clawed harder at their waist and back, desperate to suck as much sound out of Hero as possible. Without warning, Hero bucked their hip, pulling their knees up to allow Villain more room. Villain went in for the kill, grasping the top of Hero’s head, their fingers twirling into their hair before forcing their head to the side, exposing their neck. They began to kiss downwards, sucking harshly before trailing the tip of their tongue down to their collarbone. They teased Hero a little bit, making them moan as they nipped at their skin before slamming their lips back against there to steal the sound for themselves.

Villain pulled back, the break of their kiss’ suction sounded with a pop as a string of saliva flew to land on Hero’s cheek. Villain stared into Hero’s desperate eyes, mouth open and almost dripping before running a thumb across Hero’s cheek, wiping the spit away. They sat there a moment, breathing heavily over Hero’s face, letting their fingers rest on the heat of Hero’s cheek. Soon, they looked down. 

Hero’s gaze followed as Villain stared between Hero’s legs. Hero’s groin was up against Villain’s knee, their own knees already partially open and bent, inviting more. To test Hero’s reaction, Villain dug a knee further between them, eliciting a small whimper. Villain’s heart swelled. They had to have them. 

“Look at me, darling,” Villain commanded, pleased when Hero immediately looked up. Of course, that obedient little thing that had been following their every command back at the club had not disappeared quite yet. They let out a small chuckle. “Oh, dear. Look at you, now. Breathless and barely able to contain yourself.”

Hero swallowed, their breath caught in their throat at the horrible feeling pooling between their legs at Villain’s words. 

“If you truly want to fuck,” Villain said softly, “then there are things you must know.”

“W-what?” Hero asked. 

“I like to take control of my possessions,” Villain said, their whisper tickling Hero’s ear. “I take what is mine and I am merciless. I enjoy pain. I expect complete obedience.” 

Hero couldn’t help but grin as Villain pulled back. “You may have not had to work so hard to have me back at the bar, but I know it’s you now. I’m not going to make it that easy for you.”

Villain tsked. “You still have that fire of defiance, I see.”

Hero gave a playful shrug. “Always.”

“Perfect,” Villain said with a coy grin. “You know I always enjoy a challenge.”

Before Hero could respond, Villain sprung into action, pulling Hero down by the waist until they were on their back. Hero, as if they had completely forgotten their earlier words, kept their hands above them, ready to submit. Villain trapped both their wrists within one hand before continuing to trail kisses down Hero’s neck, their collarbone, before their tongue began lapping down their torso. With the other hand, they caught and gently began to rub a small breast from over the fabric of Hero’s sports bra. Hero couldn’t help themselves. They whimpered at the electricity that had so quickly taken over their body. Their back arched against Villain’s touch, contracting with every sound that escaped their lips. They struggled against Villain’s hold on their wrists, trying to pull their hands down before Villain leaned on top of them, practically breathless. 

“Don’t fight, darling,” Villain commanded. “Just give in, now.”

“No chance,” Hero spat back with a testing smile. “You know I’m better at fighting, anyhow.”

Villain tilted their head with a knowing smile. “Are you sure about that?”

“Fucking try me,” Hero bit back. 

Just as Hero gave another tug at their wrists before Villain took control, grabbing Hero’s underarms and pulling them up. 

“What—?”

Villain swung Hero over their lap before pushing them onto the floor, one hand expertly keeping their wrists taught behind their back. Hero gave a yelp of surprise as Villain’s palm landed right on their ass. 

“Wait, wait!” Hero protested. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I—”

“A little too late for that darling,” Villain said, delivering another sharp smack to Hero’s ass. “I told you how I operate.”

“Yes, but—”

Smack! 

“Don’t talk back to me,” Villain said, grabbing at the waistband of Hero’s shorts before beginning to pull down. “You want me to reward you when you’re done, don’t you?”

Hero forced down words with a pained whimper as their shorts fell down to ankles. They could feel Villain’s fingers begin to pull on their boxers. Soon, the coolness of the bedroom air hit their backside as their boxers fell, the damp spot between their legs turning chilled. Villain laid a gentle hand over their ass, slowly rubbing as Hero squirmed before being pulled back. 

Hero braced themselves as Villain’s palm found its target. They gave a small cry at the sting of the act, a warm tingling following it. Villain was quick to rub them again, the pain slowly easing away before another spank. 

“Be good for me now,” Villain said as the spanking continued, rubbing Hero’s backside as they trembled through the aftershocks of the pain. “I know it hurts. Just breathe, honeypie. Breathe for me.”

Soon enough, Hero couldn’t contain themselves. They were squirming—struggling, really—to escape Villain’s unforgiving hand. The spanking was truly beginning to hurt, a fire having been ignited on their bottom that, embarrassingly, was somehow only making them wetter. They cried with every hit, lurching forward to escape the force of it before being pulled back onto Villain’s knees who cooed at their compliance. 

“I know it hurts, darling,” Villain said with another spank. “Just breathe through it and take it. Oh, what’s this?”

Villain leaned over Hero’s body to look at the fabric of their jeans. A damp spot had appeared. Villain broke out into a pleased grin as they realized. 

“Spread your legs for me, sweetheart,” Villain said, trailing fingers down over Hero’s crack. 

Hero immediately shook their head no, humiliated beyond belief, snapping their legs tightly together. 

“None of that, now,” Villain said, delivering a sharper than usual smack, causing Hero’s legs to slightly jump apart. “There we go, darling, spread your legs for me. That’s it.”

Through trembling knees, Hero forced themselves to slightly open their legs. Their panting began to pick up as Villain’s hand slid down their ass to feel out between their legs. A warm finger entered through wet folds before pulling back slickness. 

“Goodness,” Villain said. “You’re already a mess, darling.”

Hero’s vision became blurry through tears as they fought the urge to close their legs back together. They were already in so much pain, they couldn’t let it continue. They shut their mouth as best they could as Villain’s fingers explored deeper, practically palming them completely. Without warning, Villain delivered a sharp smack between Hero’s legs. 

Hero squealed, closing their legs as they looked back, no longer caring that tears were streaming down their face. 

Villain stared back with a wide smirk. “Hm? Something you wanted to tell me, sweetheart?”

Hero let out a small cry as they forced themselves to speak. “That—that h-hurts.”

“Of course it does,” Villain said with another spank between Hero’s legs, eliciting something between a yelp and a pleased whimper. “You’re already so wet, I can’t have you getting fucked out just from being over my lap. You wouldn’t want to waste yourself on becoming sore between your legs so soon, now would you? Oh, just look at you. Pathetic. And here I thought you took well to pain.” To intensify their point, they gave another spank. “My palm is wet now, because of you.”

“Please,” Hero whimpered. “N-no more spanking. Not there. M-my ass is fine, but—”

Another spank. 

“Oh, I suppose I can be bargained with, especially when you use that sweet little voice of yours,” Villain teased. “But you know how I’d like to hear you beg.”

Hero let out a shuddered breath. “P-please. Please just f-fuck me already, I can already feel it…”

“Is that all you’ve got, honeypie?” Villain asked, a finger beginning to weave itself in and out of Hero’s wetness. “Because I assure you, I could keep you over my lap like this.”

“No!” Hero practically shouted, a bit of drool flying as they squirmed, looking for relief. “Just take me, please! Please, I’m begging you, please! It hurts too much! It h-hurts!”

“Alright,” Villain said, pulling back up onto the bed. 

The pain really must have been too much, or Hero really was getting fucked out, because they immediately crumbled under Villain’s touch, leaning into their chest, soft cries escaping their lips. 

“There now,” Villain said, rubbing Hero’s bare back. “Breathe, sweetheart. You did well. You took your punishment very well.”

As Hero caught their breath, shaking from pain and pleasure on Villain’s chest, Villain kicked off their shoes and removed their button-up, eager to press their bare skin against the sweat-slicked skin of Hero. Gently, they guided Hero back down onto their mattress before once again swinging a leg over to straddle them. Villain savored Hero’s trembling body, taking in the protrusions of their ribs with every hitch of their breath and eagerly scanned over Hero’s fresh nudity. Their eyes lingered over the piercing on their navel before going down to their cunt, which had turned red from abuse. 

“Have we learned our lesson?” Villain cooed, gently stroking Hero’s hair before they pulled off their own binder. “Come now, puppy, open your eyes and answer my question. Are you ready to behave?”

Hero, afraid of another spanking they knew they wouldn’t be able to resist coming to, immediately nodded. “Y-yes. I am.”

“Are your hands interfering going to be a problem or can you be a good girl and keep them up yourself?”

Another tear escaped Hero’s eye. Reluctantly, they gave a small shake of their head. They knew their hands would jump to protect whatever needed protecting. To hold Villain so tightly their nails would sink into their flesh. 

“Have I finally broken you, sweetheart?” Villain asked in a hungry tone, hands fiddling at their belt buckle. “Mm. It seems so. You’re a mess. You can barely speak, can you?”

Villain removed their belt before leaning over to cover Hero’s face in kisses. They were pleased when they felt the corners of Hero’s mouth raise as they began to suck at their jaw, working on a blooming purple bruise to mark what was theirs. As they continued to kiss and suck, Villain expertly began to wrap their belt around Hero’s wrists. Finally they pulled back, leaning over to wrap the belt around a bar on Hero’s headboard, cuffing their wrists above their head in place. 

“There now,” Villain said, admiring Hero’s naked body squirming with anticipation beneath them. “Right where I want you.”

“Please Villain,” Hero pleaded, bucking their hips, wanting nothing more than to give Villain their everything, to open their legs as wide as they would go. “I need it so bad. Please, please…”

Villain chuckled. “Alright then, don’t fight it. I’m going to open your legs. Don’t force me to spread them, now. It will only hurt worse.”

Villain put a palm on each of Hero’s knees before pushing them back and finally out. Cool air made contact with Hero’s groin, who immediately squeezed their eyes shut with another scarlet flush as their genitals were on full display. Villain was quick to trail their fingers down Hero’s chest, down to the top of their clit. With two fingers, Villain parted Hero’s wettened lips, exposing the inner flesh to the cold of the bedroom. Hero’s cunt immediately twitched, arousal pooling fiercely beneath them.

“That’s right,” Villain sneered. “My, my, Hero, I always assumed you to be a bottom but never like this.”

“Shut up!” Hero bit back, feeling the heat practically radiating from their body. 

“No, I don’t think I will,” Villain said, trailing another finger further down, rubbing against their wetness. Hero immediately moaned, arching their back as Villain’s finger put pressure on their entrance. 

“There we are,” Villain cooed once again. Hero was so wet, they didn’t need any aid in slipping just the tip of their finger inside them. They kept the pressure light, just barely slipping inside before slipping back out, eliciting increasing whimpers from Hero. 

“Fuck—ah! D-deeper,” Hero pleaded, beginning to slide their pelvis down in an attempt to deepen Villain’s finger within them. “P-please, I—oh, f-fuck…”

Villain’s thumb trailed over their clit before pushing back its hood, watching it twitch with every intrusion. They began to circle it slowly, rubbing Hero’s wetness all around. Hero desperately moaned, pulling at their wrists that were tied above their head. They let out a cry of desperation mixed with pleasure. 

“Calm yourself, darling,” Villain said as Hero’s foot found a way to their shoulder. “Calm down, now. You’re not ready yet.”

“I am, please, I am!” Hero said, looking through tear-filled eyes at Villain, who with their free hand cupped the side of their face. “Please, Villain, I need to…do it. Please, I need to.”

“Not yet, sweetheart,” Villain whispered back. “Behave now and hold it in.”

Suddenly, they slipped a finger all the way in. Hero cried out, arching their back, aching for more. 

Villain chuckled. 

“We’re just getting started.”

***

Part V

[anevilweevil]

Unmasked, Part III: The Apartment

CW: mentions of harm/self harm, wound care, hurt/comfort

NB Villain/NB Hero

Part II, Part IV

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“Fuck,” Hero hissed, slowly pulling off the gauze that had basically melted into their wound. “Christ—agh!”

It had been exactly one week since what they thought was going to be some exciting new dating life turned into them meeting Villain for the first time, unmasked. The week proceeding could not have been described better than hell itself. Hero had stumbled home, drunk, and fucking lovesick after realizing that despite abandoning Villain in the bathroom, all they could crave was their touch. The feeling was strange—a mixture of absolute horror yet mixed with a sprinkle of curiosity, of longing. Questions constantly burned at the forefront of Hero’s mind. How had Villain found them? Identified them? What were Villain’s intentions? Why had they seemed so apologetic? So…nice?

Hero had been arrested by horrific nightmares, ones in which they found themselves being pinned back against the door before Villain pulled out their blade and pressed it against Hero’s windpipe, asking for information Hero knew they would have to die to keep secret. But during the day, the nightmares were replaced with daydreams, scenarios in which the night had continued like they had never found out. Scenarios in which Villain invites them to their apartment after the fact, puts on a movie, and holds them close. These daydreams sickened Hero almost as much as the nightmares, in which they often jolted awake in a cold sweat. And not to mention anything that reflected the fading hickory left on Hero’s skin. They could barely look at themselves in the mirror without shame burning in their chest.

They had proceeded with their days with utmost caution. They constantly listened to the radio and the news, anxiously awaiting their que to save the city—and come face-to-face with Villain since seeing them, really seeing them, in the club bathroom. The thought was nauseating, even more so since Hero found themselves helplessly attracted to them. But fortunately, the week had been calm. Not to say that Hero didn’t struggle. 

Among the nauseating anxiety, the fear, and the longing, they had neglected to change their bandages. Hero just couldn’t bring themselves to do it. They were too tired. Maybe a little too numb. The pain began to feel almost relieving, a physical reflection of what they felt inside. So for seven days, their bloodied gashes had sat simmering beneath the sweaty, damp layers of yellowing gauze. Most of the bandages had soaked through, but the sight almost motivated Hero’s determination not to unwrap them. That is, until they realized that the skin at the edge of their bandages was flaking away in scabs, and the metallic smell of bloody flesh had begun to make an appearance. 

So here Hero found themselves, sat on their toilet, willing themselves to continue unwrapping. They seethed, biting their lower lip as they pulled at the gauze. They stopped, took a deep breath, and finally ripped the final layer out with a yelp. 

“Jesus fucking—!” Hero bent over, clutching the rim of the sink as they attempted to breath through the pain. “You’re okay,” they whispered to themselves. “You’re okay, you’re fine. You got it off, it’s okay.”

They blinked away some threatening tears before finally looking down at their arm. Their stomach churned at the sight. What was once a clean cut on their forearm was now raised, puffy, and red. The skin surrounding was mottled purple, yellow pus oozing from the cut. Hero sighed. Infected. 

Hero bent forward to grab a bottle of isopropyl alcohol and held it over their forearm over the sink. The bottle shook in their hand as they struggled to find the courage to pour the fire over the wound. 

“It’ll only hurt for a second,” Hero reminded themself. They took a deep breath. 

Ding Dong!

Hero let out a sigh of relief. The pain would wait. 

A persistent knocking began to come through the apartment as Hero got up, walked into the kitchen, and went to open the door. 

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” Hero called out as they got to the door, careful to hide their infected arm behind it. They weren’t really expecting anyone (not that since they had moved they had made any friends), but sometimes the old woman who lived next door liked to give them extra pastries she had baked. And Hero could do with a muffin. 

Hero cracked the door open as far as the chain lock would allow. They were just about to say hello when their voice all but left their body. 

“Don’t freak out,” Villain said, putting their hands up to show they weren’t holding anything. “I’m not here to hurt you.”

Hero managed to catch their breath before practically spitting, “Go away.”

“Listen,” Villain said, voice as cool and soft as they had heard it back at the club. “Please just listen to me. A few minutes of your time is all I ask.”

“Right,” Hero scoffed, face turning red as they looked away from the person their heart had first leapt for. “I don’t suppose you’re here to force yourself in, knock me unconscious, kidnap me, and what was the plan? Kill me?” They let out a shocked laugh. “Jesus. Talk about being unprofessional.”

Villain couldn’t help but sneer. “Please. We both know I hold myself to a higher standard. I don’t like to take anything without a good fight. And you know as well as I do that you’re in no condition to do so.”

Hero’s flush extended to the tips of their ears. “Excuse me?”

“Your wounds,” Villain explained. “I can smell the blood from behind the door. You wouldn’t risk hurting yourself further, would you? Come on. I know you’re smarter than that.”

Hero’s stomach did a small, anxious yet embarrassingly pleased flip. “Wouldn’t you rather bully me at the next bank robbery, or whenever you next set fire to the Empire State Building? I have better things to do than spend my weekend dealing with you. You had me at the club, fine. But my apartment? Not gonna happen.”

“Oh, it’s always such theatrics with you,” Villain said, exasperated. “Let me lay it out clear and simple. First off, you’re in no condition to fight. That much was clear back at the bar. In fact, it’s why I rescheduled setting fire to the oil refinery to next Tuesday.”

Hero snorted. “Funny.”

“I like to think so,” Villain bit back. “Second off, I don’t bully you. I tease you.”

Hero lifted a brow. “I wasn’t aware there was a difference.”

“There is,” Villain affirmed. “I like to play with my food. I don’t like to torture it.”

“That’s funny,” Hero started, “because last I checked, every scratch and bruise that has ever landed on my body since the moment I turned eighteen has been because of….hm, lemme see…oh, right! You.”

Villain scoffed. “I don’t like to hurt you. I do it because I have to. Sometimes it’s the only way to delay you.”

“Villain.”

“Fine!” Villain said, admitting this small defeat. “So I may have some sadistic tendencies, and so what? At least I never touch your pretty face. It’s truly a shame to hide it, darling.”

“So you’ve said. Multiple times.” Hero groaned. “And stop calling me darling.”

“I’ll call you whatever I want,” Villain growled. “Now enough stalling. Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to open the door and let me inside. And then I’m going to help you.”

“Help me?” Hero asked, their voice as pathetic as the fearful expression they had taken on.

“I made a promise, didn’t I?” Villain asked. “Back at the bar? I said I would help tend to your wounds.”

“No. Just—absolutely not,” Hero said. “Villain, you and me back at the bar was…it was nothing. Nothing happened. There was no bar. There was no us. There was. no. promise.”

“Funny, I recall you trembling under my touch, almost begging for me to—”

“I was drunk!” Hero interrupted, heart drumming against their chest as their palms began to sweat. The familiar butterflies had forced their way back into their stomach. “We were both drunk, okay? What we did was a mistake. No one can know. It never happened.”

“I said I don’t like it when you lie, sweetheart,” Villain teased. “You can pretend to forget about the bar all you’d like. But the truth of the matter is I said I would help you. And I intend to keep my word.”

For a moment, a tense silence lingered between them. Villain stared into Hero’s wide, brown eyes, demanding a response. Finally, Villain put their hand on the door handle. 

“I promise I am not here to gather information from you. I do not want to force myself in, but if you don’t let up willfully, you’ll have given me no choice. I will tie you up, and we both know I’m good at it. So please, for the love of God, put some obedience to good use and spare me an hour of your time. You and I both know it’s for your own good.”

Hero huffed before forcing out a mumble. 

“What was that?”

“Fuck you.”

“Is that a yes?”

The lock clicked and the chain swung down as Hero gave in and opened the door. Villain sighed, satisfied, before stepping into the apartment and kicked off their shoes. The door opened to an open kitchen with a small living room on the other side. To their surprise, besides a couch, a TV, and what looked to be a decade-old carpet on the ground, the apartment was bare. 

“Are you aware there’s an IKEA less than a ten minute’s train ride from here?” Villain asked. 

Hero groaned. “You’re seriously going to judge me after forcing yourself into my apartment?”

“I’ll keep those thoughts to myself then,” Villain replied with a roll of the eyes. 

“Thank God.”

“Now,” Villain said. “Show me.”

Hero sighed defeatedly. They had been keeping their exposed harm behind their back, but the quicker they got this over with, the quicker Villain would leave. So, reluctantly, they stuck out their arm. 

Villain gasped when they saw the mangled limb. They rushed over, and put their hands to hold up the arm, ignoring Hero’s wince as their eyes scanned over the infectious debris. 

“It’s infected,” they whispered to themselves. 

“No shit, Sherlock,” Hero said. 

Villain turned to them with an expression of contained, but still wild, fury. “How long have you been like this?”

Hero shrugged.

“How long?”

“I dunno, a week and a half?”

Villain slapped a palm to their face. They turned around, took a deep breath, and clicked their tongue. “And why, pray tell, have you neglected your wounds for so long?”

Hero kicked at the floor, embarrassed that they were being scolded by Villain of all people. “It’s been a hard week, okay?”

“So you’ve said,” Villain said, turning back around. “Show me to the bathroom.”

Hero reluctantly turned and led Villain to the open door of the small bathroom, barer than the room before. Villain gazed over the bottle of alcohol on the sink shelf and the bloody strip of gauze lying next to the new, recently-purchased roll by its receipt that lay by the CVS pharmacy bag. 

“Is this all you have to work with?” Villain asked. 

“Pretty much,” Hero admitted, lingering in the doorway. “Listen, can we just make this quick?”

Villain nodded. “I’ll forego the foreplay then.”

Hero’s breath hitched as a spark flickered in the pit of the stomach. Villain sneered. “You’re perfectly pathetic sometimes, you know. Your emotions just seem to be broadcasted on your face. It’s adorable.”

“Shut up,” Hero said, stalking over to sit on the toilet in an attempt to hide their face from Villain. 

“Very well, for now.” Villain grabbed the bottle of alcohol, what looked to be a clean wash cloth hanging from a command strip, the newly rolled gauze, and went to sit on the edge of the tub by Hero on the toilet. They put the materials down into the tub before reaching into their back pocket, pulling out a small medical kit. 

“Um, excuse me, but what’s that?” Hero asked, voice quivering as they spotted the small scalpel within the kit. 

“I’ve stabbed you multiple times, I’m sure you can handle some stitches,” Villain said. 

“What? No. No stitches. Absolutely not.”

Villain looked back up with a firm glare. “Yes, stitches, and I won’t hear another word about it. This could have been avoided had you taken care of yourself properly when you first received the wounds instead of waiting for it to get infected. Maybe we won’t have to stitch the others.”

“You’re the one who gave me the wounds,” Hero reminded them. 

“And that is why I’m taking responsibility to heal them.”

Hero slumped backwards. “Fair enough.”

Hero watched in silent curiosity as Villain set up their tools on the ledge of the tub wall, setting down small scissors, a needle, surgical sutures, a small bottle of iodine, and smaller pads of gauze. When the time came, Hero put out their infected arm, their fist balled and shaking, and began to look away once Villain opened the bottle of iodine.

“It seems I caught you at a good time,” Villain said, dripping the iodine with a syringe over Hero’s wound, causing them to hiss through gritted teeth. “The alcohol you have would have done a satisfactory job at cleaning the wound, but would also have been much more painful.”

“You don’t say,” Hero snapped. 

“I do,” Villain replied simply. “If you’re squeamish, it may be best to close your eyes. I’m going to coat the wound, wash away the dead skin, and begin suturing.”

“I’m fine,” Hero said, turning back towards the wound. 

“Mm, sure,” Villain replied with a soft chuckle. “It seems you’ve lost all the coloring in your face, sweetheart.” Villain wiped the washcloth over the wound, examining the debris that got caught in the fluffy fibers before looking back up to a purse-lipped Hero. “Oh? Have I finally shut you up? Or are you done whining like a puppy?”

The crimson swiftly returned to Hero’s face. “Shut up.”

Villain smirked, satisfied with Hero’s defeated silence. They carefully and diligently continued to work on the wound, suturing it with mild effort and little complaint from Hero. Either Hero was really that protective of their ego or they truly could tolerate the pain. Villain quickly found a rhythm, moving onto different wounds on their arms and one on their leg that, fortunately, were not as severely infected as the first. Villain sighed with satisfaction as they looked over Hero’s newly bandaged limbs. 

“And now for your stomach,” Villain said. 

“Wait, what?” Hero asked. “No, you bandaged me. We’re done here.”

“I know you’re hiding something under there,” Villain said, looking down at Hero’s stomach. “I felt it on your waist. Remember? Back at the bar? Or shall I remind you?”

Hero pursed their lips. “You’re a real asshole, you know that?”

“That’s a strange way to say ‘you’re welcome,’” Villain quipped back. “Now, you’re going to have to lay down so I can have better access. Can we perhaps move this ordeal to your bedroom?”

“The bed—?”

“Yes, Hero, the bedroom,” Villain said with a roll of their eyes. “Or shall I have to find it for you?”

Hero felt a shiver run down their spine. They were pissed. And warm. Why did their face have to get so warm every time Villain talked to them like this? How much humiliation would they have to put up with before they snapped? Before Villain snapped? And Hero was absolutely terrified (and somewhat curious) to find out what that would look like. 

“Follow me,” Hero said begrudgingly, leading Villain out of the bathroom and into the bedroom across the hallway, where there was a queen-sized bed, two pillows, and the only pop of color, a stuffed duck, sitting between them. 

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Part IV

[anevilweevil]

Unmasked, Part II: The Bathroom

CW: Nsfw, dubcon, smut

NB Villain/NB Hero

Part I, Part III

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Hero had barely any time to process before they were shoved against the closed and locked bathroom door before Villain was kissing them, their hand cupping the back of Hero’s head. Villain was aggressive, sucking on Hero’s top lip as their left hand wandered up their shirt to grasp a bandaged waist. 

Hero let their head be moved about, only wanting the intense, overwhelming pleasure of Villain’s lips on theirs. They could taste the alcohol on Villain’s tongue, their cologne blinding their sense of smell. It was nothing short of intoxicating. Hero tried to push against Villain’s lips, but Villain refused to relinquish control. Finally, with a bit of effort, Villain pulled away. 

Hero let out a shuddered breath as they leaned back in for a kiss, already panting. 

“Hey,” Villain said, moving their right hand to cup Hero’s face. “Breathe.”

Hero nodded, licking their lips before dropping their head with an embarrassed smile. “Sorry.”

Villain’s fingers wandered to Hero’s chin, grabbing it to tilt their head up, forcing them to look into their eyes. “Why do you feel the need to apologize?”

“Wha—I, um,” Hero bit their lip, unable to find any words from the desperate churning within their stomach. “Sorry. I mean, no, I’m not—”

Villain chuckled softly, pressing a small kiss to the end of their nose. “Do you apologize when you’re nervous?”

Hero blinked. “I…no.” They laughed a little. “‘Course not.”

Villain tsked, leaning into Hero’s ear. “Don’t lie to me, sweetheart. Tell me the truth. Do I make you nervous?”

Hero shivered as Villain’s breath tickled their ear. When Villain leaned back to face them, they was pleased to see that even under the dim lighting of the bathroom, Hero’s face was practically scarlet. 

“M-maybe a little,” Hero admitted. 

“Mm,” Villain said with a satisfied smile. “Good.”

Villain rewarded Hero with another long kiss. They slipped their tongue between Hero’s teeth while their knee found its way between Hero’s legs. They pushed their knee further between them. Hero pulled away with a small gasp before looking down. They became aware that—fuck—they were already incredibly wet. 

Villain smirked and pulled Hero’s head up again by the chin, running their thumb over their swollen, wet lips. Hero was already heavily panting, their eyes glassed over with pleasure. Despite them already being shorter than Villain, Villain could feel them collapse a little under their weight to sit on their knee. Villain seized their chance, grabbing the nape of Hero’s neck before tilting their head down. They began to kiss Hero’s neck, sucking and trailing kisses down to their collarbones. They pulled down at the collar of Hero’s shirt, nipping at the skin. Hero couldn’t help it. They let out a squeak of a whimper as Villain trailed their tongue up over their blossoming hickies, up to their earlobe. 

“Fuck,” Villain moaned. “Fuck, I can’t take it when you make sounds like that.”

In an instant, they pulled Hero forward and flipped them around, pushing their stomach up against the wall. They quickly grabbed both their wrists as they gasped in surprise, pinning them behind their back with one hand while the other grabbed a handful of hair, pulling their head back. 

“Breathe, darling,” Villain ordered, whispering in Hero’s ear. “Keep breathing. Don’t move.”

Hero let out another whimper as Villain tugged on their hair for a response, so they finally gave a small nod. Villain squeezed Hero’s wrists, causing them to yelp. 

“M-my bandages,” Hero panted. “C-careful with my bandages.”

“We’ll take care of those later, I promise,” Villain said. “Properly. ”

Hero strained against Villain’s hold. “Properly?”

Villain nodded, planting another kiss under their ear. “After I’m finished with you.”

They placed their knee back between Hero’s legs from behind. Hero reacted strongly, letting out a moan as their hips ground into the wall. Villain looked over their shoulder and smiled. “Care to tell me what’s happening between your legs, darling?”

Hero’s breath hitched at the question. For once, they were glad they were glad Villain didn’t have a full view of their face. 

Villain sighed. “I’ll oblige you, but not without hearing that pretty little voice of yours. Come on, now.”

Hero dropped their head, squeezing their eyes. “Fuck.”

“Yes?”

“I—,” Hero was already trembling. “P-Please. Please, I—I want you.”

Villain nipped at their earlobe and smiled. “Alright. But don’t be scared, now, puppy. Use your words if you’d like me to stop.”

Before Hero could answer, Villain grabbed Hero’s wrists and slammed their palms on either side of their head against the wall. 

“Don’t move,” Villain growled. 

Hero jumped, pulling their fists in before Villain annoyingly pulled back, smacking their ass, causing Hero to flinch. 

“What did I just say, darling?”

“S-Sorry!” Hero stammered, their hands jumping back against the wall.

Villain hummed, satisfied, before wrapping their arms around Hero’s waist and burying their face into the nape of their neck. They could feel Hero’s muscles tense as they crept their fingers down, pulling the hem of their shirt up to uncover the top of Hero’s jeans. Hero ground desperately against Villain who was eager to oblige, pushing their pelvis against their’s. They slowly unbuttoned Hero’s pants before pulling down the zipper as far as it would go. 

Slowly, they reached their fingers down, sliding them over the damp fabric of their underwear. The lower they got the more Hero’s back arched against the delicate touch sending fireworks through their veins. They whimpered as their hand came to a stop, two fingers pushing against the fabric that had turned wet with slick. 

“Oh dear,” Villain teased, rubbing their fingers along the fabric. Hero’s legs trembled in return, their forehead leaning against the cold cement wall as they moaned in whispers breaths. “You’re already soaking, honeypie.” 

Suddenly, Hero’s breath hitched. “Stop.”

Villain smirked. “What was that, darling?”

In an instant, Hero’s heart jumped into their throat. They mustered all the strength they could, immediately pushing back against Villain before turning around against the wall with wide, horrified eyes. “The fuck did you just call me?”

Villain frowned confused. “What do you mean? I—”

Realization dawned over them. “Wait,” they began, putting their hands up. “No, it’s not what you think.”

Hero let out a horrible cry as they stumbled back, clutching at their jeans, hands slippery as they rebuttoned them. They began to panic, their face immediately paling as a hand jumped out in front of them, urging Villain to keep away. 

“V-Villain?” Hero cried out, tears forming in their eyes. 

“Calm down,” Villain shouted, only hoping their voice could reach their understanding through their panic. “Hero, just calm down. I don’t want to hurt you. I’m—I’m not here to hurt you.”

“Stay the fuck away from me!” Hero screamed, free hand searching behind themselves for the lock of the door. “I swear to God, do not take another fucking step closer to me or I’ll kill you!”

“Hero!” Villain pleaded. “Please, just—let’s just talk, okay? I didn’t mean to scare you!”

Hero’s hand finally landed on the door handle. 

“No!” they shouted, unlocking the door. “I can’t believe I—you—why would you fucking do this to me!?” Tears began to glisten in their eyes as they took in Villain, really took them in, unmasked and out of disguise. The person they had been fighting since the day they turned eighteen. “Was this your plan all along?” Hero cried. “To—to fuck me, get to know me, and—what? Kidnap me? Torture me for information?”

“Hero—”

“Shut. Up.” Hero wiped their tears. “My personal life is not something you get to keep. My feelings are not yours to fucking play with. I mean, God,” they let out an exasperated laugh. “Flirting with me when we’re fighting is one thing, but finding me? Trying to—? It’s disgusting. You’re disgusting.”

“Please don’t go,” Villain said quietly, looking directly into Hero’s eyes. “You don’t understand.”

“The hell I don’t.”

And with that, Hero opened and left through the door, leaving Villain alone under the flickering light. 

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Part III

[anevilweevil]

Unmasked, Part I: The Club

CW: Later chapters will include nsfw, restraints, kinda whumpy, you get the jist. This chapter is pretty mellow though, besides mention of alcohol.

Flirty Villain/Flustered Hero. NB/NB.

Part II

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The flashes of neon lights, the smoky atmosphere, the mesh of warm bodies moving in rhythm, and the music so loud the vibrations disturbed Hero’s heartbeat was, and there was no better word, perfect. Hero moved their body to the beat and swung their head back with a smile, lost in the sea of the club’s crowd. Their week—no—their month, had been one of the most exhausting ones to date. Hero had spent countless nights catching up on paperwork for their corporate day job, only to be beckoned by Villain the moment they found the free time to sleep. Then, Hero was forced to fight. And Villain was merciless. In the past two weeks alone, Hero had obtained several horrible gashes across their arms and torso from being caught at the other end of Villain’s blade. It was impressive they had even managed to win such fights until now, but not without consequence. Embarrassingly enough, Hero had taken to locking themselves in the bathroom at work to rebandage the wounds hidden beneath their work attire. There just didn’t seem to be any time anymore. Except for now. 

Hero basked in the exhilarating whirlwind of sound and smoke, completely unknown, free of responsibility. They hadn’t even cared to hide their bandages. No one noticed them among the sea—and that was the point. They didn’t know what tomorrow would bring, but at least they could lose themself, even if only for a few hours. 

Upon the DJ switching to a slower song, Hero trudged over to the bar and collapsed onto a stool. They wiped the sweat from their brow with a satisfied smile. Unbeknownst to them, however, someone had been watching. 

“My my,” a smooth voice purred by Hero’s side. “You must have been really enjoying yourself out there.”

Hero turned to see who had spoken only to be met with an attractive smirk, their jawline just as sharp as their long nose. Their dark hair was neatly pulled back into a low bun, pairing with their dark button-up, the sleeves rolled back revealing a sleeve of tattoos. Villain waited to see if Hero would recognize them. 

“Oh, yeah,” Hero panted. “I like to dance, but don’t get to indulge that often.”

Good, Villain thought, before leaning their chin in the palm of their hand. “You’re a natural.”

“Thank you.”

“So what brings you here?” Villain asked. “Long day?”

Hero scoffed. “More like a long week.”

Villain tsked, folding a leg over the other as they turned towards Hero. “How so?”

“Just…work,” Hero said. 

Villain’s eyes ran up Hero’s body, their gaze lingering on the exposed bandages covering the wounds they had caused. “What is it you do?”

“Oh, these?” Hero asked, their cheeks turning pink as they folded their arms. “I’m, uh, I—I work in manufacturing. We get injured sometimes. It’s no big deal.”

“Mm,” Villain said. “Well, then, next round is on me. It looks like you could use it.”

“Oh, no, that’s okay, really,” Hero said. “I’m pretty drunk already.”

Villain chuckled before raising their hand to catch the bartender’s attention. “Nonsense. You’re too pretty to be bandaged up the way you are. It’s the least I could do.”

Villain ordered Hero some sort of spritz, which Hero politely accepted. Villain prompted a few questions from Hero, excited to watch their attempts at lying. And Hero did not disappoint. Villain listened intently as Hero went on and on about their supposed “job.” As they spoke, Villain took in every inch they could of Hero’s face, uncovered from the usual mask. They were cuter than Villain had expected, with big, innocent brown eyes, short blonde curls and some piercings. It truly was a shame that Hero covered their face whenever they fought. 

For the past year, Villain had taken to flirting with Hero in the middle of their battles. They loved the way their teasing made Hero stutter, the way their words crawled under their skin and made it flush. “Honeypie” was the nickname Villain had taken to, which Hero absolutely despised. The urge to reach out, to touch Hero, was nothing short of tempting. 

“And what is it you do?” Hero finally asked Villain, eyes wide with attention. 

“Similarly to you, my field causes me to get injured a lot,” Villain began. 

“And that field is…?”

Villain smirked. “I don’t like to share my secrets.”

Hero giggled, causing Villain to feel a flicker in the pit of their stomach. They needed to accomplish what they came here to do. They were almost desperate for it, desperate to have Hero where they wanted them. 

“Fine,” Hero finally said. “Then tell me something else about yourself I am allowed to know.”

Villain cocked their head to the side. “And what if you’re not ready to hear it?”

“Oh, please,” Hero snapped back playfully. “Try me.”

“Alright then,” Villain said, standing up. Then, without warning, they hooked a finger through Hero’s belt loop and pulled them forward. Hero stumbled off of the stool just as Villain pulled them close to their body, their hands jumping to grab Hero’s waist before leaning in to whisper into their ear. “I also like to dance.” 

Satisfaction swelled inside Villain as they got the reaction they was looking for. Hero’s face immediately flushed, red spreading across their cheeks to the tips of their ears. 

“I, um, sorry, I—,” Hero stuttered, their heart immediately jumping into their throat. 

Villain grabbed Hero’s unsure hands and placed them on their shoulders before returning theirs to Hero’s waist. “That’s where those go, darling.”

“Right, s-sorry,” Hero stammered. They suddenly became aware of their heart excitedly beating against their chest. 

Villain pulled Hero closer until their hips were touching and their faces were mere inches apart. Hero could smell Villain’s cologne, and only hoped they didn’t smell too sweaty in comparison. 

“Another thing about me is that I’m much better at tending to my wounds,” Villain said as they began to sway with the music, pulling Hero along to the center of the floor. They ripped their gaze from Hero’s eyes to look at a bandage around their forearm that had stained through. 

Hero blinked, aware of the warmth radiating from their face. “Y-yeah, I guess I get a little lazy sometimes. Work can get pretty demanding, y’know?”

Villain hummed. “You’re such a little hero.”

Before Hero could answer, Villain had taken their hand and spun them around. Soon, their bodies had meshed into one. The music pulsed between them as Villain’s hungry hands ran down Hero’s sides. Hero themself had found a spark of courage, enough to pull Villain closer as their hips rocked in tandem against each other. Hero’s heart pulsed against their chest as they tipped their head up to look into Villain’s icy blue eyes. Villain parted their lips. Hero shuddered as they felt a hand snake up to cup the back of their neck, pulling them closer. Hero tilted their head and closed their eyes. 

The kiss was soft. Tender. Though Hero quickly pulled away, they were already aching to feel the softness again. They parted their lips once more until Villain spoke. 

“How about…,” Villain whispered into Hero’s mouth, “we take a trip to the bathroom?”

Hero nodded, eyes still closed against the initiation of Villain’s breath. Their head spun as they were pulled off the floor, into the darkness of the corridor, and through the bathroom door. 

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Part II