Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

FM Spanking, Spanking,

"Um, excuuuse me?

You know, my boyfriend will be here soon.

So I can either tell him and his friends that you were staring at my legs and perving on me, or you can get on your knees and lick my shoes, and we'll forget the whole thing.

What's it to be, pervert?"

Hi! I love your writing so much!

Can I request a villain who is in love with or obsessed with the hero's sidekick and tries to get the sidekick to leave the hero and join the villain instead? Thanks!

"I'll let them go," the villain said. "If you join me."

The hero's sidekick glanced through the one-way glance, at their hero trapped and powerless. It was happening with increasing frequency and creativity.

"You know." The sidekick folded their arms. "You could just...call when you want to see me. Invite me for dinner. Like a normal person."

"We're not normal people." The villain's eyes were intent, glowing with passion. "There is no one in the world like us."

"Yes, but this special snowflake still enjoys a chai latte as much as the next sheep in the line."

"You also like me kidnapping people for you. Proving my skill." The villain rounded the lair. "I would hardly expect you to join me without a proper look at my resume."

"Uhuh." The sidekick raised their brow.

"Also. Please." The villain reached into a hidden alcove, and pulled out a cup. "I did get you a chai latte. It's cold outside."

"You're a sweetheart." The sidekick blinked at them. "Heavens forbid I get cold during a hostage negotiation."

"Or dehydrated! Raspy cries for help don't translate well in footage. No one can hear you properly."

The sidekick snorted before they could stop themselves, and then hated themselves for finding it funny. The hero would be so disappointed in them.

The villain stopped a metre away, and held out the cup, waggling it with gentle temptation. "I got extra cinnamon for you."

The sidekick accepted it after a moment but didn't drink. "I don't like you kidnapping people for me."

"Sure you do. Gives you all of the excuses to surrender that you normally have to bravely refuse. I had to kiss them," the villain widened their eyes, "they had a hostage! It was for the greater good!"

The sidekick's stomach squirmed, uncomfortable with just how right the villain was. "I thought you wanted me to join you, not kiss you?"

"Primarily join. But I won't say no to kisses, if you'd like to offer them. They're very good for morale."

The sidekick took a sip of chai to avoid snorting with inappropriate laughter again. Bad. Very bad. This was serious.

Except, well. The villain never tried to kill the hero, perhaps because they realised that would cross a line and destroy all possible hope of the sidekick joining them. They never even seriously hurt them.

"So." The villain folded their arms in turn, leaning against the one-way glass, trying painfully hard to look casual and failing with endearing terribleness. They looked as hopeful as a puppy. A very deadly puppy. "What do you think?"

"I wouldn't have made the glass one way. Hostages are more effective when they can see you and plead."

"See." The villain smiled. "This is why I need you."

"I'm pretty sure you leave flaws in your plans just to see if I can unpick them."

"Well, every job interview has tasks."

"Oh, you're interviewing me now? I thought you were going for blackmail."

"We'd be unstoppable together."

"Flattery and blackmail. Classic combination."

"I've missed you," the villain said, more seriously. "I've missed this. When I heard you got hurt..." They trailed off.

The sidekick took another sweet sip of their drink to try and wipe away the sudden bitterness in their mouth. The acrid fear. The helpless fury.

"I'd never let you get hurt like they did," the villain murmured. "You're much too precious."

"They didn't mean for it to happen."

"You weren't their priority."

"Of course not. I'm there to help rescue people, not be rescued."

"Are you even fully recovered yet?"

The sidekick said nothing. They focused on the soothing heat of the cup against their palms.

"Join me," the villain said, losing the casual posture too. "They'll find another sidekick. They don't need you. Not like I-" The villain stopped.

The sidekick's shoulders slumped. They took a step closer, setting the cup down on the table to free up their hands, so the villain wouldn't see it tremble in their shaky hold.

"No," they said.

The villain's expression blanked, protected itself.

The sidekick continued. "No, the hero doesn't need me. But the people around them do. They'd be worse than you without someone like me around, you know that. And I..." It was the sidekick's turn to falter. "I'd be a terrible person without them to keep an eye on. You know the worst bits of me too well. I never have to pretend anything with you, do I?"

"And you want to pretend."

"I need to."

"You want to."

"Yeah. Fine." The sidekick's mouth felt too dry, too dehydrated, all the same. "I like pretending to be a good person. It almost feels like I actually am one, or could be."

"You're too hard on yourself."

"And you are much too kind to me."

"Someone has to be."

"Are you going to make me fight you to free them?"

"I think it will do you good not to hold back for once. Would that be kind or cruel?" the villain asked.

The sidekick didn't know. They flexed their fingers restlessly at their sides, and glanced at their hero through the glass again. So righteous. So single-mindedly heroic that it was almost a fault. Kind or cruel? The sidekick didn't know that one either. Their throat tightened. The healing wounds on their body ached as they faded. 

"Come have dinner, then," the villain said, with a note of pleading. "Blame me. They can stew awhile. They're safe. Have you eaten today?"

"I've been...busy." The sidekick felt a little dazed.

"Yeah." The villain reached out, and took the sidekick's hand like they were touching something fragile, drawing their attention back too. "Let's have dinner."

The sidekick managed a nod. They let themselves melt, just for dinner, just for a moment of something real. 

The sidekick staged a rescue after that.

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