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The scientist shivered against the cold breeze of the air-conditioned laboratory, their white coat was barely enough to keep the hairs on their arms from standing on end.
Just a few more hours and then they could sleep. That’s all they had to keep telling themselves.
Keys jingling in the doorway spooked them out of their stupor, shooting to their feet and away from their work. At the entrance stood Villain, backlit by the bright hallway lights streaming behind them and into the lab.
Scientist could feel the sweat beading on their forehead when a moment ago they were fighting the frigid air. Villain’s presence always seemed to have that effect on them.
“You can leave now, you know? You don’t have to stay here.”
I won’t keep you here. Is what they truly meant, but phrasing it like the scientist had a say in the matter made them feel a little bit better.
Both of their gazes fell to the chain that had recently come off the scientist’s ankle. When the villain had first kidnapped them two months ago, they weren’t even allowed to leave their chair. Now, however, the villain was practically inviting them to leave.
“T-That, um, new poison you wanted? It’s almost done, I just need a few more hours tonight—”
“I won’t kill you.” The villain raised an eyebrow, gaze piercing through the researcher in front of them, picking them apart piece by piece, layer by layer. “If that’s what you’re worried about.”
Scientist swallowed, it was loud enough that their gulp could be heard bouncing off the thin walls of their workshop. “I-I thought you wanted this poison done by tomorrow for your big fight with Hero.”
The criminal took a step towards the other, dragging a finger down the edge of their work table as they did. “That poison was just a thought—a rough draft. It’s not even supposed to exist, it shouldn’t even be possible.”
They were standing almost nose-to-nose now, the scientist could feel the villain’s minty breath ghosting the bow of their bottom lip, which they bit down on to try and stop it from shuddering. Something about the villain’s eyes stole the breath from their lungs, something about their tactile fingers always seemed to catch their wandering attention.
Something about the villain was in itself completely mesmerizing.
“Go home, Scientist. You have people waiting for you, you have a family, friends, even the police still scour the city for a clue to your whereabouts.”
Wrong, the villain was terribly wrong. They had no one to go back to, no home, no spouse, no kids, no friends, no coworkers. And the police had ended their search three weeks ago, they had seen the delcaration on the news headline.
Scientist didn’t exist anymore. They didn’t exist anywhere outside of this very lab.
Villain cupped the researcher’s hands in their own, taking them gently and holding them firmly. “Go home.”
If their stomach wasn’t exploding with butterflies, Scientist probably would’ve bolted for the exit the second the chain had come off. Instead, they were frozen to the spot, lost in the eyes of the city’s top criminal, and silently begging to never have to leave their side. As their colleague or as their partner in crime, Scientist simply craved the attention, the praise, that came effortlessly from the villain’s mouth at the sight of the scientist’s work.
They had worked many jobs throughout their various degrees, yet nobody flattered the scientist like Villain did.
Truthfully, it was intoxicating. Scientist never wanted it to stop—even if it meant working for the ‘bad guys’.
“Just let m-me finish this for you— please.”
“I don’t want a peace offering, I’m already setting you free. No strings attached.” The criminal shrugged, letting go of the researcher’s hands and pushing their own into their pockets.
Scientist was crudely greeted by the cold air on their skin once more, but they did their best not to show their disappointment. “I-It’s not that—”
“Then what is it? Because I can’t have you stay here any longer without a proper excuse.”
The scientist always hated when people got stern with them, still they managed to mask their wince of fear and carry on, the words sticking to their throat. They had reasoning, but it was still up to the villain to decide if they would accept it or not.
One deep breath and two seconds of solid eye contact and the researcher felt like they were going to pass out from the stress. Their whole body was drenched in sweat, maybe the villain could kill them to save them from this embarrassment. On the other hand, maybe the villain would say yes.
“Villain.” Another deep breath. “I want to work with you.”
#PEAK#heroes and villains#villain x scientist#jesus christ i love this one#feeling motivated might finally get off my ass and do snippet 2.1
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snippet 2.1 is happening next I'm just a lil busy rn :3
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Just noticed requests are open, with your ever-growing talent for writing amazing and insanely horny work, could I request a powerless scientist type Villain who's newest gadget backfires on them during a fight, much to the Hero's amusement, and pretty please a bottom Villain 😁
Request #27
Happy Monday y'all, come get your spice!
Cw: suggestive.
What the villain may have lacked in powers, they more than made up for with their mind. They were cunning; deadly so. There wasn't a single thing they'd dreamt that they hadn't been able to build, not even when they'd been limited to mere scraps and throwaways - their recent defeat a gutting wrench within their plans but they were steadily building their way back up. Victory was already safely within their hands, the villain was certain of it, although their devices were admittedly a little more...testy than usual.
They studied the grappling hook they were working on with annoyance, the rope they'd compiled just barely squeezing into its frame. Damn the hero and their stupid persistence in seeing them caught. Damn them for confiscating over half of the villain's artillery and leaving them with practically nothing--
"Am I interrupting something?"
The villain jumped a mile, oblivious to the fact they'd been rambling aloud and too caught up in their thoughts to hear the other entering. They spun about quickly though, lips drawing up in a sneer.
"You," they spat.
The hero smiled. "Me," they agreed.
Their smugness only infuriated the villain further. Fortunately, their homing laser device was close at hand...
They reached back and pulled the gadget off the table, eager to wipe that grin from their nemesis' face. "You made a mistake coming here, Hero. I lost to you once, I refuse to lose again!"
With that, they directed their weapon upwards - pulling the trigger to activate the detector grid and frowning when all they heard was a sharp thwip.
And then the device in their hands exploded.
Or rather, more accurately, burst - rope breaking free from the metal frame and tangling around their wrists, the villain looking up in bewilderment to see the grappling hook imbedded in the ceiling.
Oh sh--
The gun recoiled sharply, yanking the villain up about eight feet before the gadget suddenly jammed. It left them dangling just above the floor, legs kicking out in a wild panic as they tried to get down.
This could not be happening to them right now.
"W-Wait," they said, face flushing as they started to spin. "Wait!"
"Oh, I'm waiting," the hero said. Honestly, they looked more impressed than anything else.
"Just...just give me a minute. I-I'm almost out." No they weren't. In fact, the device had reeled them up just a little bit higher.
"Uh huh," the hero said. "Sure looks that way..."
"Of course it looks that way!" the villain snapped. "It looks that way because it is tha--"
They cut off with a squeak as the grappling hook made a horrible clunking sound, the reel inside breaking slightly and causing them to fall - grunting when the mechanism suddenly locked again just before they could reach the ground.
And now they were spinning twice as fast...
They stretched their legs out as far as they could, the tip of their boots just barely scraping the ground. They groaned and tried again, not even wanting to so much as think about how pathetic they must look in that moment. This was not how they got caught, it - it couldn't be.
"Wow."
Their spinning came to a halt.
The hero turned them around slowly, the villain quickly casting their gaze down to the side as the other's hands came to rest at their waist. "You really have no powers, do you?"
It truly was a pity that the villain had never managed to vaporize the other before now...
"Shut up, I - I grabbed the wrong weapon," they muttered, one final attempt at scavenging what was left of their dignity.
When they heard nothing in reply they made the mistake of glancing up, the hero's grin wide enough to tell the villain that they would milk this moment for everything it was worth.
"What was that?" the hero asked. Teasing.
The villain flushed. "I said that I- I chose the wrong weapon..."
"Oh? And what were you meant to choose?"
It wasn't fair that the villain's feet weren't currently touching the ground and still their opponent was taller than them. That the other could still talk down to them metaphorically as well as literally.
The villain felt a little of their earlier anger bubble back up. "Something that could have put you in the ground," they growled out.
The hero blinked at them. "Right..." they said. "So you were planning on putting me in the ground by aiming at the ceiling?"
A red tint caught onto the villain's cheeks once more and they kicked out with their legs, throwing a small tantrum over the hero's taunts. "I was doing that to initiate the grid matrix! The second that came on there wouldn't have been a-anywhere in this room that you could have hidden that - that I couldn't have shot you from! Anywhere!" the villain cried, voice dripping with their rage.
Though, from the look the hero gave them, the threat might as well have fallen on deaf ears. "You're an angry little thing, aren't you?" they commented.
The villain was just about ready to explode. "I am not little!"
"Littler than me."
"That's because you're a freak!"
"Or you're just short."
"I am average height!" The villain kicked their right leg out with as much force as they could muster, aiming to at least knee the hero where it would hurt but their plans were almost instantly foiled by a single movement - the hero dodging the attack and pinning the villain's leg to their side quicker than they could blink.
The villain froze. Their gaze turned downwards, mouth gaping open slightly as they stared at the point where the hero was holding them, the other's hand practically groping at their thigh. Slowly, the hero brought the villain's left leg up as well, encouraging their nemesis to hook their knees around their waist and let the hero take their weight - giving their wrists the small reprieve they hadn't realised they'd needed.
"Huh...maybe not so angry after all," the hero mused.
The comment snapped the villain out of whatever daze they'd gone into, their frown returning within seconds as they wriggled in their enemy's grasp. "Get. Off."
The hero cocked their head to the side. "Why?"
"Because," the villain said.
"But it feels good, doesn't it?" The hero's hands shifted down slightly, mere centimetres away from cupping the villain's ass. "Better than just hanging there - that's for sure."
The villain could feel their face burning again. And this time it wasn't purely from the embarrassment. "M-Maybe I like hanging," they said. "You don't - you don't know..."
Of all the comebacks they'd ever said, that had to be the worst of them. Worst and stupidest.
Surprisingly, the hero didn't tease them over it though. In fact, their nemesis took it in their stride - leaning in closer as they tightened their grip, infuriating smirk wider than the villain had ever seen it.
"You're right," the hero said. "I don't know."
Their thumbs stroked at the villain's thighs suggestively, the other suddenly all too aware of just how compromising their position was. They squirmed at the attention, shuddering when the hero's breath ghosted across their neck.
"But I think I have a pretty reliable way of finding out..."
The hero was pulling them closer. Reeling them in like a fish on a line and the villain didn't know what to do about it - was even starting to question if they wanted to do anything about it when the hero's lips brushed gently against their cheek.
The last time the villain had been this close to someone was so distant now...the sensation of intimacy was almost forgotten to them.
"What do you say, Villain?" the hero whispered, their breath hot against the shell of their ear. Somehow, they managed to drop their voice even lower before asking their next question: "Want to find out how quickly I can make that big brain of yours go dumb?"
A beat.
"F-Fuck, yes," the villain said breathlessly. Then their own words registered in their mind. "I-I mean no, I...I didn't, y-you didn't- I WOULD N-NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS--"
A pair of lips pressed against their own. And, in the villain's initial shock, the hero's tongue entered their mouth seamlessly.
The kiss was, much to their annoyance, the best they'd ever had.
The villain stuttered as the other paused, some smart retort in the makings of their scrambled mind but they didn't get a chance to piece it together before the hero's lips were on theirs again. And again. And again, and again, and again, the hero didn't stop. The villain kept waiting for their chance to speak - to think - but they weren't given it, and before they could stop themself their body was relaxing against the hero's own. Their struggling ceased altogether - hands that had been desperate to pull free now only giving the occasional tug against their confines, not in any attempt to get away but instead to get closer.
And, just like that, the hero had done what no one else ever could; what no one else had ever had the patience or the persistence to truly do, let alone the expertise to: the hero kissed the villain stupid.
By the time they finally relented, their nemesis was a panting mess. Their lips were kiss-swollen and shiny, their eyes half-lidded as if in some kind of daze. They made a small confused sound when the hero leant back a little, their pretty mouth drawing down into a pout that had the hero grinning even wider than before.
"So, that was definitely a 'yes', right?" they said.
The villain blinked at them, mind momentarily too slow to understand what was being asked. When it did click though, some flash of their dwindling rebellion must have shown in their eyes because the hero shifted their position so they could capture the villain's chin with one hand, thumb brushing over their lower lip before the villain could speak.
"Right?"
The villain gulped. Shuddered. Then they nodded their head.
"Good," the hero said, moving their hand back down to where it belonged, "because, with the trouble you've been giving me lately, I honestly have no intention of stopping until you forget your own name...If that's alright with you, of course?"
As someone who'd always been an over-thinker, it was the best proposition the villain had ever heard.
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#GENUINELY#no amount of notes matches seeing a written response#like omfg... my dumb story-adjacent scribbles got noticed and enjoyed... whoa...#writeblr#wholesome#creative writing#writing#not a snippet#heroes and villains
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My scheduled tri-yearly Bad End Theater obsession is hitting yet again oogjfhdhfjdgj Help
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Spiciest one I've done yet, I think! Enjoy :3
Hero beats Villain in a fight, and the latter can't hide their fluster over Hero being in control.
CW: VERY suggestive.
Snippet #7
It was the most tense fight the two ever had.
Hero and Villain continued to trade blows, weaving around one another's strikes and staying on their feet despite the pain.
What made it tense wasn't the fight itself, necessarily- it was the stakes. It wasn't simply Hero foiling a plan or Villain trying to capture them- there was no destructive machine to destroy, information to gather, person to save, nothing.
There were no stakes. That's what made it so tense.
The two had just... stumbled across each other. It was late at night, and both were simply taking walks through the city. There wasn't anything to accomplish- they just knew they couldn't just ignore one another.
Since there wasn't anything to formally accomplish, the winner would simply... win the fight.
The winner would just have the loser physically defeated. Anything could be done to them in a weakened state like that, and knowing one another, it almost certainly wouldn't be good.
So here they were, scrapping in an alleyway with the same ferocity as fighting for their life.
Hero landed a clean blow, staggering Villain back a little. Hero generally looked much less beat up- Villain knew they were going to lose. The pressure was on them as Hero continued to strike, putting Villain on the defensive without enough breathing room to make a strike back... they just had to weave around or block enough strikes to get their opportunity.
Hero feinted an overhead attack. Villain, in a panic, held their arms together and in the way of the strike to block it... giving Hero the perfect opportunity.
Villain noticed just barely too late. They shut their eyes to brace for impact, but... no strike came.
Instead, they felt Hero grab their wrists, pressing them back into the wall of the alleyway.
They cautiously opened an eye to process what exactly was happening. Hero was in front of them, leaned in slightly with a smug lil grin, holding Villain's wrists against the wall above them.
"Checkmate! I win~" Hero taunted.
Oh, dear god.
Villain squirmed slightly. Wow, this position was evoking some feelings. Pinned against the wall by Hero, of all people?? A mild blush formed on their face. Hero noticed.
"D-Don't sound so cocky!" Villain snapped. "We're not fighting over anything, t-this doesn't have meaning!"
Hero gave a teasing little grin in response. "Oh? Really now?"
Villain glared back. "Obviously!! There's no plan to meddle with!"
They struggled angrily, but they knew they were far too weakened to resist Hero's grasp. Weakened because t-they were beat up, of course. Nothing else. Nada. Zip.
Hero grinned. They found it so cute how badly Villain was hiding a bit of enjoyment here. That blush was glowing bright, some of those squirms were of flustered embarrassment, and they'd never stuttered like that before. They'd never seen Villain in such a helpless state like this- it was absolutely precious.
"Hmmm? Oh, all the Agency ever wants me to do is fuck up your plans, but they're not involved right now, are they~?"
Villain's entire expression showed flustered surprise for a moment. That completely took them off guard... the thoughts rushing through their head only got more frequent and detailed. They knew there was absolutely no way this would play out like that, though. No way.
"W-Well, no, but what else IS there to do?? I can't think of a damn thing this gets you besides throwing me back in that barely-qualifying prison to escape overnight!" They shot back, hiding their embarrassment under anger.
"Oh, honey, don't lie~♫"
Villain completely froze for a moment.
Their expression became complete surprise as they looked at Hero, their blush covering their entire face.
holy shit.
Did they hear that right? Was Hero just mocking them? Did they misinterpret it? They scrambled for an explanation- ANY explanation. Because surely, SURELY this wasn't actually happening.
Hero let out a giggle watching Villain helplessly squirm under them at a complete loss for words. It was so, so fucking cute to see such an intimidating, notorious rival just fall apart in their arms like this.
"Well~? Anything you'd like to say?"
Villain couldn't find the words. They squirmed, stuttered, grit their teeth in frustration... a pathetic display the Hero couldn't get enough of. The glare they shot back at Hero was filled with the most precious little mix of frustration, uncontrollable fluster, and embarrassment they'd ever seen.
"Awww, having trouble speaking, Villain~?" Hero taunted back. "What's wrong~? Where's all that dauntless charisma, hmmm~? You're not hiding a damn thing, sweetheart~"
Villain was practically falling apart at the seams.
Their thoughts were less coherent, just filled with so, so much fluster. They couldn't believe this was actually happening. They couldn't have been happier.
"I'm not surprised you're so subby, really~! It fits you quite well~"
Their struggles were long gone by now, replaced with desperate squirms. Not desperate for escape. They'd never been such an absolute mess before
"So... why don't you be good for me and come on along as I head back home~? I've got time to kill."
Villain's response was almost subconscious. "...P-Please..."
There was a long night ahead of them.
#heroes and villains#writeblr#writing snippet#creative writing#suggestive#writing#short story#villain x hero#heroxvillain#hero x villain
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helluo....would u write a henchman who Really likes cats and villain who has cat based power (which technically means they also have the habits of a cat (i.e loaf, etc etc.)) . wirh the ears n tails n stuff
HENCHMAN X VILLAIN? SAY NO MORE!
Love this prompt, was a really fun write :3
Got fuckin sappy with this one (I mean tbf I have for most of them but you know)
Snippet #6
Henchman peeked up from their work again for maybe the thousandth time so far- they couldn't keep themself focused on the paperwork on their desk with that view constantly at the side of the room!
Villain was laying prone across one of the couches in the room. They were usually meant for people waiting on Henchman for meetings and whatnot but about an hour ago Villain just sat down and got comfy, idly batting around a small pet toy in front of them.
Henchman couldn't take their eyes off- they'd barely completed half a page of the stack in front of them since Villain settled there.
They just looked so goddamn cute!! Their fluffy little cat ears flicking around playfully, their genuine enjoyment of and intent focus on the toy in front of them despite their typical seriousness, their generally adorable face looking so content right now-
"Do you need something, Henchman?"
They snapped out of their daydream at Villain's firm voice calling them out for losing focus, still just as stern and precise as ever despite their adorably tonally unfitting current activity.
"N-Not at all, Villain!" Henchman hastily lied, directing their attention back at their paperwork.
"Then don't lose focus."
Henchman looked down at their paper, trying their hardest to keep their attention on it... but god, they couldn't take their mind off Villain. They so badly wanted to just... pet them, feel that soft fur, hear lil sounds of contentment from them...
After about a minute of failing to keep their mind on anything but their adorable feline boss, they sighed and looked back up.
They weren't sure if asking this was a good idea, but they figured it was either this or disobey Villain by continuing to get nothing done, and they'd rather do absolutely anything than disobey Villain.
"V-Villain?"
They looked up from the toy again to see Henchman... blushing. They weren't sure why, but it was honestly kind of adorable to see. "Yes?"
"I'm, uh... well- uh, I'm getting a little too... d-distracted to focus? Can I take a small break-?"
They hastily whispered something after 'break' that Villain couldn't quite make out. They cocked their head to the side in a way that made Henchman melt just a little more.
"What was that last part, Henchman?"
"O-OH, uh, well, it- uh, well, y'know, it's like- well, I mean-"
"Shh." Villain interrupted, causing Henchman to stop instantly. "Take your time."
It flustered Henchman even more, but they kept it together enough to take a few deep breaths and gather their thoughts.
"Okay... I also- well, I didn't mean to, but-"
"Focus."
"U-Understood. I... asked if I could maybe... pet you a little, too...?"
Henchman was both blushing like mad and was nervous as all hell. It was such a stupid thing to ask, especially to someone this powerful, notorious, and rather amoral. They braced for the reacti-
"Eh, sure. I've got nothing better to do."
Henchman blinked a few times in surprise, processing that they were actually just granted permission before being completely overtaken by excitement.
"REALLY?" They squealed embarrassingly loud, still trying to be careful just in case.
"Ow- Quiet! But... yes." They grumbled back.
"Q-Quiet! Got it!!" Henchman stuttered out, quickly and eagerly going around their desk to the couch. They kneeled next to the couch to be directly next to Villain's head laying on it instead of awkwardly sitting next to their sprawled form.
They took another quick deep breath when they got there to steady themself- they didn't want to be TOO overzealous and make Villain regret their decision. Keeping themself calm for Villain's sake, they gently reached a hand out to brush it across Villain's head... and they let out a gasp, almost melting on the spot.
It was so, so much better than they could've imagined.
It was soft. Not just Villain's precious cat ears, but their beautiful hair entirely! Villain's ears even twitched and they let out a small, adorable sigh on contact!
What got to Henchman the most, though was the temperature.
It was so... warm. Villain was so warm.
Henchman couldn't remember the last time they felt anything like it.
They reached their hand slightly forward to scratch behind Villain's ears. The little sigh that escaped, the visible release of tension as Villain felt the scratch... Henchman had never seen anything so precious in their life, they couldn't get enough of it!
They moved their other hand up as well to pet Villain with both, who let out a typical catlike drawn-out, squeaky yawn in response that almost brought Henchman to tears.
Still maintaining contact, they slowly went from kneeling by the couch to sitting on top of it just next to Villain... who pulled themself forward to rest their head on Henchman's lap.
So much built up serotonin flooded through Henchman, they felt like they could've died on the spot, but they were more than content with that happening by now. The feeling of Villain on their lap, accepting their affection like this... the immense, wonderful sensation of warmth wasn't just physically. They felt so, so comfortable. Safe. Content.
Minutes passed as Henchman cherished every passing second they got to spend like this. They didn't realize how much they'd been wanting... any kind of comforting touch at all, let alone from Villain.
Villain didn't expect to like it... but here they were, relaxed in Henchman's lap, feeling their touch, hearing their precious, flustered, loving, grateful little noises and reactions... they could get used to this. It felt amazing to make Henchman so happy.
As minutes passed, Villain slowly began to doze off. From another small yawn to precious little mumbles to the tiny, slow breaths of sleep, it was impossibly easy to drift off in an environment this comfortable.
It didn't take long for Henchman to follow.
The most peaceful, restful night of either of their lives followed... and even better ones were soon to follow.
Neither had felt so safe before.
#heroes and villains#writeblr#wholesome#writing snippet#creative writing#cuddles#villain x henchman#henchman x villain
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Hi yes sorry for the wait, procrastination hit hard, but here's another snippet
First prompt done! "The Hero had just come back from an absolutely brutal training session and was exhausted and jelly limbed, only for the Villain to stumble onto them! We all know Villan couldn't help themselves with such a treat!"
I wasn't too proud of this one at first but it looped around to being one of my favorites so far :3
cw, as usual: suggestive and (sorta) kidnapping
Snippet #5
Hero was panting from exhaustion as they walked home in the dead of night.
They'd finally finished up one of their most rigorous training sessions yet- it was well past midnight by now, and they'd started before noon- and were absolutely, utterly exhausted from the ordeal, especially now that the adrenaline had worn off. Their face was still red, their throat sore and their breathing heavy; they were tired to the point that even walking all the way home was a bit of a challenge...
"...Awww~"
The Hero's heartbeat spiked.
They whipped around with a squeak of surprise, throwing a panicked punch at the general area behind them in a brief panic.
Hero's arm stopped midway, their forearm grabbed to stop it before the punch could follow through.
Hero froze. As their conscious thought came back into play, they slowly looked up to see the figure still holding their arm in place. It was impossible to make out many details in the dark, but as their gaze trailed up to fully see the face of the figure, an intense, warm shiver went down their spine.
They saw the eyes staring back down at them. Bright red, with the signature, precise, terrifying glow that made them cleanly cut through the darkness like a spider looking down on its prey. A gaze Hero was all too familiar with.
Villain's.
"Now, what do we have here~?" Villain teased, gaze piercing the exhausted Hero. They tried to pull away in defiance but were caught off guard by Villain's other hand slipping under their chin, gently tilting their head to look back up at them.
"You look exhausted, sweetie~"
Hero felt their cheeks warm up. They were already pretty warm, sure, but this wasn't exhaustion making them flare up again.
...Fuck.
They knew full well what the fuzzy feeling in their chest was. It wasn't exactly a new experience, either; really, almost anything relating to the Villain got that reaction out of Hero. It wasn't news by now.
...But here, it was coming in full force, and they were in the prime position for Villain to notice it. They were panicking.
It somehow never really occurred to them that Villain's teasing wasn't for the sake of intimidation.
"I've never seen you put up so little of a fight~! Finally learning your place?" Villain taunted further, their expression satisfied as they looked down at the defenseless Hero.
"Wh- th- I, uh, well- NO, absolutely not!" snapped Hero, finally managing to get out something coherent.
"Awww, always so feisty~" Villain hummed in response, moving their face a closer to the defiant Hero. They were so precious like this! It was so rare to see them at their mercy, and they looked so damn cute...
Hero's blush was running full force. Being under Villain's gaze at all was flustering, but the teasing, the warmth of their touch, the fact they couldn't fight back right now...
Before either of them knew it, they had fallen into a mutual kiss.
Neither really knew how it happened- they both simultaneously found themself in the same position of locking lips with their nemesis.
They simultaneously flinched back in a startle, breaking the kiss rather abruptly and awkwardly. Neither said anything, but they remained looking at one another, mildly bewildered expressions on both of their faces as they tried to process what exactly just happened.
They just kissed.
It took them both a while to process this. They weren't in disbelief at the concept- they were both in shock that it actually just happened.
Now that it had, neither had any doubts in their mind.
Villain looked back over the flustered Hero, delighting in the way their pretty face showed both satisfaction and embarrassment, adoring the way they squirmed seeing their rival tower over them no longer in a perceived aggressive way, but rather a... possessive one.
"...Well, there's no way in hell I'm passing up such an easy little captive~"
Hero had never felt so excited.
#heroes and villains#writeblr#writing snippet#creative writing#suggestive#villain x hero#hero x villain#heroxvillain#writing
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I wanna do another heroes and villains snippet but can't decide on an idea atm. Humbly requesting prompts/requests :3
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The Boopocalypse
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Short and comfy one :3
Villain is in an uncharacteristically bad mood one night and Henchman goes to comfort them.
Snippet #4
The door creaked open.
Henchman was quick to run to it, eager to greet Villain on their return.
"Villain! Welcome back! I got all the paperwork you asked of me done. How was the-...?"
Henchman trailed off as they saw Villain trudge in, clearly not in the best of moods as they slammed the door behind them and ignored Henchman entirely, passing right by and beelining towards their quarters.
Henchman didn't follow them- they didn't want to poke Villain so soon after their return. It was rare for Villain to ever be in a plain bad mood like that- even on days Hero beat them easily, they always came back with a fiery motivation to make their next plan better...
Henchman flinched as they heard another door slam down the hall.
Villain didn't react like that over nothing. What on earth could've happened on such an uneventful day to push them over the edge like that?
Henchman silently followed Villain's path, coming to the door to their quarters. They had to take a moment to consider if this was a good idea or not- they didn't want to set Villain off when they're so clearly not doing well- but Villain wasn't the kind of person to work through stuff like this on their own.
Henchman wanted to help. They weren't entirely sure how, but they sure as hell weren't gonna just leave Villain to deal with whatever it was on their own.
They knocked on the door. "May... May I come in?"
Villain responded with a grunt. Nothing concrete, but Henchman took the risk of opening the door anyways. Villain was already on their bed inside, face almost buried in a book they were clearly not paying too much attention to.
"Do you... need any company?"
Villain grumbled and looked off to the side... but Henchman knew if they meant no, they would've said no. They silently stepped in, shutting the door behind them and coming to sit on the bed by Villain, who looked back at their book.
The two sat in silence for a while- Henchman wasn't sure if they should do anything more... but just them being present helped ease Villain a little. It felt nice that someone else was there, even if they weren't talking.
A few minutes passed as the two just sat in silence.
Henchman looked over at Villain, still with a grumpy expression as they turned another page of their book. Even though they were the underling here, they felt a strange urge to... protect the Villain? They badly wanted to help with their mood- they didn't want to leave Villain to deal with whatever it was they were going through themself, even if that wasn't exactly part of their role per se.
Cautiously, they reached out one hand and gently brought it to a rest on Villain's head, brushing it down through their hair.
Villain... Relaxed a little. Henchman could see their tension ease, just a little.
Still cautious, they brought their hand back up, continuing to brush it through Villain's hair.
It was... soft. Really soft.
Quietly, they inched closer to Villain to reach them easier, found themself scooting closer still to get more comfortable... Henchman barely realized how close they were getting until they felt something warm.
Villain.
They'd never really made very much contact with Villain before, let alone between the sides of their entire bodies, but... Villain felt warm.
It only amplified Henchman's strange protective desire even more.
It wasn't long until they'd found themself brushing through and messing with Villain's hair with both hands. Realized Villain didn't have their nose buried in their book anymore, but rather their head rest comfortably against Henchman's shoulder.
Neither had felt more comfortable in their life.
Villain's previously tense muscles were completely lax, their shallow breathing now slower and deeper. Henchman looked at the way Villain's chest rose and fell rhythmically with their breath, how they'd subconsciously moved themself closer to Henchman in the same way they had to Villain, how Villain's right hand had somehow found it's way to laying atop Henchman's chest, leaving Villain as a whole curled into them...
Henchman could hardly remember how they ended up where they were in the first place, but they didn't care. It didn't matter.
Nothing mattered to Henchman at that moment but Villain, and nothing mattered to Villain at that moment but Henchman.
Neither would rather have it any other way.
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Another snippet :3
I feel like this one's got some issues but I really can't pin down What those issues are, maybe it's just my perfectionism speaking but please do let me know if this one's just Ass lmao
A Reporter sneaks far into Villain's lair to get some major evidence for the press but gets caught in the act :3
cw: suggestive and kidnapping, once again
Snippet #3
Reporter felt tense.
Taking another shot with their camera, they flinched at the bright flash illuminating the pitch-black room and the distinctive click almost echoing through it- they had to be quiet, damn it, but there was no point sneaking all the way in here just to not gather evidence. They were deep into the Villain's lair, no way to just back out now- it was all or nothing: either they made it out with all the data they needed for the Agency to mitigate the Villain's entire plan, or... well, they figured it was best to not think about the alternative.
Silently walking to get another angle of the large machine that laid before them, they steadied another shot.
Deep breaths. You're halfway there.
Another click. They inspected the shot briefly, silently debating between leaving now or getting more info. There was just too much perfect material here to pass up, but-
Reporter almost jumped out of their skin hearing the distant noise of footsteps.
Someone's coming.
Dropping their camera, it luckily hanging from their neck strap instead of clattering to the floor, Reporter scrambled to the opposite end of the room as far as they could to look for somewhere to hide. Anywhere.
Their eyes darted around everywhere, but any kind of furniture that would even remotely block sight of them was against the wall.
The footsteps drew closer. Breathe. BREATHE.
Moving back, they desperately scanned the walls for something like a gap between the many drawers of files, any spot to hide, but there wasn't even the smallest little nook and cranny to hide anywhere.
In a full-blown panic, they kept looking around the room, knowing full well there was nowhere for them to go. Their breathing sped up more and more as they ran around in an irrational attempt to find absolutely anything, but all it resulted in was them being dead center in the room when the door slammed open.
Their hyperventilating was replaced with a held breath as they looked at the doorway, freezing in place with fear.
"Awww... Now what do we have here~?"
Villain slowly stepped inside the room, gaze fixed directly on the helpless Reporter caught like a deer in headlights. All they managed to do was back up just as slowly as Villain advanced, eyes filled with such adorable terror Villain couldn't get enough of. Reporter began to stutter something out, but was cut off in an instant by Villain.
"A little mouse making a commotion in MY lair? You know it's rude to tamper with stuff that doesn't belong to you, don't you~?"
Reporter's back hit the wall- Villain had never seen anything cuter than the way they pressed against it, making themself look even more small and powerless than they had before. They continued to walk forward until they were just in front of the Reporter, towering over the terrified snoop.
The Reporter's mind was short circuiting. They felt absolutely helpless looking back up at the Villain- they knew nothing they could do could save them here. Their fate was completely up to the Villain and they were powerless to do anything about it.
...So why did everything feel so... warm?
The Villain took a moment to just enjoy the sight before reaching a hand down to firmly yet harmlessly grab the Reporter's cheek.
The Villain said nothing, watching the Reporter lightly squirm under them- underneath their intimidating appearance, though, their heart was melting at the pretty little thing that found themself in such a predicament. They didn't want to actually hurt them... but, of course, they couldn't just let the snoop go.
"You know, that's some sensitive information you've now got in your pretty little head..." The Villain paused to see the Reporter squirm in place just a little more, too nervous to keep still but not wanting to move. Adorable~
They leaned in, face inches away from the Reporter's. "I suppose I'll just have to make sure it doesn't leave this lair."
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Villain tightened the last knot, stepping back to look over their handiwork. The lights had been turned on by now, so the Reporter was visible in all their glory. Bound to a chair, arms wrapped like a boxtie behind it and legs firmly held together under it, the two connected with a length of rope that ensured they stayed sat down, and the whole look capped off with a cute little white cloth wrapped over the Reporter's mouth for a gag. They weren't being particularly loud or anything, Villain just thought it'd look pretty.
Reporter had calmed down more by now, since at least they knew they weren't gonna be killed. The feeling of the bindings holding them firmly in place wasn't as uncomfortable as they expected- in fact, it felt... nice?
"So." Reporter flinched at the firm voice, turning their attention back to the Villain in an instant.
Villain leaned over them again- Reporter figured the rising heat in their cheeks was just the gag holding in body heat- and snatched the camera still hanging from Reporter's neck strap, said strap completely snapping in half. Reporter struggled a little at the careless breaking of their equipment as Villain looked over the camera itself briefly before checking out the saved photos.
"You got quite a lot, hmm?" Villain grumbled, Reporter feeling mildly embarrassed watching them freely poke around with their equipment.
Villain looked through a few out of curiosity before opening the settings and wiping the data, dropping the camera back on Reporter's lap as it deleted the evidence right in front of them, getting more precious little frustrated struggles out of them.
"I'm impressed you were even able to make it this far." Villain mused as Reporter looked down angrily yet helplessly at the camera in their lap, deleting everything they came here for. It was frustrating to watch, but... something about the teasing sent a warm tingle through their spine. Something about the Villain taking so much pleasure in taunting them, the fact they couldn't do anything about it... God, why did they keep mentally circling back to focusing on how helpless they were?
...Why was something so enjoyable about the thought?
Villain reached a hand down and grabbed Reporter's chin, tilting their head up to look at them. "I suppose I'll have to come up with an apt punishment for being such an inconvenience, hmm?"
The words sent another warm rush through Reporter's body- visible in a small shudder from them.
They glared back, giving Villain some attitude now that the pure fear had subsided... but all it took was Villain narrowing their eyes for them to backtrack to a more defeated expression, getting a teasing giggle out of Villain.
"Aww, it takes so little for you to be put back in your place~" Villain teased as Reporter squirmed more, their words having far more of an effect than expected. "Don't give me sass when you can't take the slightest amount of pushback, sweetheart."
Sweetheart.
The petname got Reporter squirming again, finally fully acknowledging there was absolutely something about the situation affecting them more than the fear. The Villain's delighted, cocky giggle only hammered the point home as Reporter struggled under their gaze.
They shouldn't like this. Nothing about their current situation felt like anything that should be enjoyable, but every little pull against their restraints reminding them of just how powerless they were in this scenario sent another wave of warmth through their body they couldn't ignore.
The Villain couldn't get enough of it, either. Every fruitless squirm from their adorable captive made them want to let out an 'awwwh~', every short-lived moment of defiance they shut down gave them a sense of control losing every fight against the Hero had left them wanting...
Reporter badly hoped they wouldn't be free anytime soon, and Villain was going to make VERY sure of it.
#heroes and villains#civilian x villain#villain x civilian#writeblr#writing snippet#suggestive#kidnapping#creative writing
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Hi I love the um! The snippet #2 it’s evoking Feelings
HFDJDHSHDHDHDHDHDHHF Thank you!! First somewhat long story I've done in ages and it's REALLY reminding me how much I love writing :3
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Intro/Masterpost, I guess?
Heyo! I'm Piper, 20, extremely sapphic tech nerd that has taken to writing recently :3
Minors DNI!! there's gonna be a lot of spice on this page
Mostly gonna be Hero/Villain stuff for a bit since that's a bit of a hyperfixtation rn (expect lots of Villain/Civilian or Villain/Henchman those are personal favorites), and no matter what LOTS of bondage or at least control-related themes / power dynamics since that's just what my tism eternally revolves around
I'm bad at remembering trigger tags so please lmk if there's an untagged one in a story
I try to write characters non-gendered so you can enjoy the stories regardless of sexuality but also they're all lesbians. every single one. sorry i don't make the rules (i do)
I'll gladly take writing requests / prompts / continuations (just put your ideas in an ask or smth) but of course no guarantees
Anyways, list of writing, the first character listed in a story's pairing is dominant and the second listed is submissive (snip-pet format if you will)
Snippets:
Snippet #1 (Villain/Civilian- a touch starved Civilian gets kidnapped by Villain)
Snippet #2 (Villain/Hero- Villain successfully kidnaps Hero and they're both a little too happy about it)
Snippet #3 (Villain/Reporter- Reporter sneaks deep into Villain's lair to get evidence for the press but gets caught in the act :3)
Snippet #4 (Henchman/Villain- Villain is in an uncharacteristically bad mood one night and Henchman feels the need to comfort them.)
Snippet #5 ( Villain / Hero - Hero is utterly exhausted after an intense training session and Villain just so happens to stumble across them.)
Snippet #6 ( Henchman / Villain - Villain is basically a catperson and Henchman CANNOT resist the urge to pet them. )
Snippet #7 ( Hero / Villain - Hero wins a fight against Villain, who gets extremely and obviously flustered by ending up on bottom. )
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Another snippet since I've got time to kill and a resurfacing interest to sate
A cocky Hero finally gets caught by Villain and both are *way* too happy about it :3
cw: also suggestive and also kidnapping
Snippet #2
The Villain could hardly contain themself.
After such a long time fighting the Hero, such a long time wanting the Hero... They could hardly believe they'd finally won.
They could hardly believe the hero was finally theirs.
But here they were, waiting eagerly for the sedated hero to finally wake up. Villain had them bound to a chair just as planned, arms and legs held firmly yet safely held against the chair's armrests and legs respectively with the soft silk rope they spent hours picking out in advance- the hero looked even prettier than they could've imagined! Just realizing it all again almost made them squeal in delight for probably the ninth time so far.
They wanted to have the Hero in this position for so, so very long. The person they'd been melting over in every fight they had, the one that caused the Villain to launch entire schemes just to draw them out and hear their adorable voice again, the one they'd imagined in this exact scenario so often- and here they were, completely at the Villain's mercy... their fate entirely out of their control...
Villain snapped out of the daydream hearing a small, precious groan from the Hero. They were finally waking up!
Villain shook their head to get back to reality, standing up, brushing their suit off a little, and moving to be standing in front of the Hero, not too close yet still towering over them ominously. Villain loved the feeling of being the one on top; loved the feeling of being the one in Control. Not in control of the city, what they'd always said was their end goal, but in control of the one thing they'd always truly wanted.
Hero groggily awoke, still looking down semi-consciously. They tried to bring a hand up to their aching head, but it didn't budge, and Villain got the cutest little view of the Hero snapping out of their tired haze, pulling against their restraints as they realized they were securely bound, and best of all, their precious little expression of stifled panic as they looked up and saw who their captor was.
"Sleep well, Hero~?"
Villain let out an absolutely delighted giggle as they watched Hero's struggles ramp up, helplessly squirming in the chairtie in a display so wonderfully pathetic the Villain could hardly believe this was the same person that had cockily made short work of their plans so many times before.
Hero's heart was absolutely racing as they squirmed under Villain's taunting gaze, knowing they were relishing every little detail of what they were seeing. Hero was panicked thinking of all the destruction Villain could cause with them out of the picture, everything they could get away with without the Hero there to stop them... or, that's what the Hero wanted to think.
Of course, they were terrified of everything Villain could do with this opportunity, but terror never made their heart race like this. Fear never made their breathing quicken like this. They were well versed in staying composed in dangerous situations- it was their job, after all- so why was this getting such a reaction out of them?
A small part of them, one they desperately tried to ignore, knew exactly why.
"Hmmm? No snarky comments, huh?" The Villain taunted, adrenaline helping them keep their composure and attitude despite their brain being an absolute mess of adoration in the same way it let them power through the pain in a fight. "That's a first. You're always such a loudmouth. Not used to losing, hmmm?"
The Hero glared back up at them, trying hard to keep a look of defiant anger- the Villain almost melted at the way it seemed to slightly falter, the Hero finally showing genuine worry instead of the cocky confidence that somehow never seemed to backfire on them.
"L-Losing? You haven't won yet." Hero spat back. "This doesn't mean the city's free to take. I'm not the only line of defense. And I k-know you won't be able to keep me here for long."
The Villain had never heard the Hero stutter before- their heart just about melted.
"Oh? So you're admitting you can't do a thing to stop me right now~?" Villain teased back, leaning in slightly which Hero matched by leaning back a little. "No comebacks in that snarky lil head of yours but telling me that maybe the other obstacles will do better than you?"
Hero grit their teeth, infuriated, pushing down every other emotion coursing through their mind at the moment. They tried to think of something to say, some razor-sharp retort as they always could, but for the first time they drew a blank.
For the first time in a while, they didn't know what do to. For the first time ever, they didn't know if there was anything they could do.
For the first time ever, the Hero felt completely helpless.
And the worst part, by far, was the fact they liked it.
"Awwwwh, drawing a blank? Can't find a single retort in that pretty lil head of yours?"
The Villain didn't quite mean to let that one slip out, but seeing the Hero's reaction, they didn't regret it for a second.
The Villain watched their helpless squirms ramp up again, the Hero breaking eye contact. As if they were trying to hide.
The Villain leaned in a little more, slowly approaching their captive. They didn't know if continuing was the best idea, but the Hero was so, so unbelievably precious. The Villain couldn't get enough of seeing the Hero like this, and against rationality, wanted more. Wanted more of the Hero's squirms, more of their fruitless attempts to retort, more of the feeling of being in control of them.
"Struggling isn't gonna get you anywhere, sweetheart." They continued. "And something tells me you know that, don't you~?"
Hero's suppressed emotions became harder and harder to keep down. They'd never felt anything like this before, but as they thought about it, as the Villain's teasing pushed them more and more, it became increasingly apparent that they had felt like this before.
This was just the first time they couldn't convince themself they didn't.
"There's no snappy comeback or well-timed attack to save you this time, honey~" The Villain continued. "And you're absolutely adorable, vulnerable like this~"
The Hero's thoughts were absolutely flooding.
They hated this. They hated the fact they liked this. Not because they hated the idea, but because they thought they couldn't have it.
They couldn't imagine what would happen if something like this got out anywhere, especially not the Agency. They knew this could easily shatter their reputation as a hero if it got out. They wanted to hide from it. They hated that they couldn't.
But it felt so, so good.
They so badly wanted to give in. They always had.
...but... this time, they had an excuse to end up in this situation. They were kidnapped. They'd be missing for a few days anyways. Nothing that happened here would be known anywhere else.
M-Maybe it wouldn't hurt to give in to it...?
"Hey, eyes on me, honey." The Villain teased, gently grabbing the Hero's chin and tilting their head to look at them.
The view they were met with was absolutely perfect.
The Hero had a bright red blush on their face. They liked it! They liked it!! The Villain couldn't resist but let out the squeal they'd been holding in. The Hero was precious beyond description to them. They'd been waiting for this- wishing for this- for so, so very long. They were bursting with excitement upon getting a hold of the Hero at all, and the way they looked in the ropes, their precious squirms, their cocky attitude finally dropping... this entire experience had been like a dream to them, and it got better in the only way it somehow could.
The Villain's view- the Hero helpless, their defiant look collapsed, their beautiful eyes not showing anger but instead almost pleading, the Villain lifting their chin to look at them to be met with a telltale sign that they were enjoying this all- it felt like a dream. They couldn't believe it.
After a pause to fully comprehend what was happening, the Villain finally gathered enough composure to say something.
"...You're mine~"
And the Villain had never in their life heard anything more wonderful than the quiet, embarrassed, precious whisper that came out of the Hero's mouth in response...
"...I'm y-yours."
#heroes and villains#hero x villain#heroxvillain#villain x hero#writeblr#writing snippet#creative writing#short story#suggestive#kidnapping
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got the urge to write for the first time in months and pumped this out in like a few hours sooo
cw, kidnapping and kinda suggestive :3
Civilian x Villain Snippet
Civilian was bored.
After slogging through another day of monotonous work and once more coming home to nobody to talk to, they'd decided to take a quick walk in the nearby park to clear their head. Everything had felt the exact same for so very long, months blending together into a bland slop of generic emotions that filled the past years of Civilian's memory- they were begging for absolutely anything to break up the cycle, the same way they had been for years. Even the feeling of the wind gently blowing by and the beautiful view of the moon at this time of night had dulled by now, and-
Civilian’s train of thought was cut off by the long-forgotten feeling of someone grabbing them.
They let out a startled yelp as an arm wrapped around their torso from behind, pinning their arms in place and preventing them from running. In a panic, they tried to yell at their apparent captor, but their protest was stifled before it began by the second arm pressing something over their mouth and nose… something soft with a sickly sweet smell to it. They kicked and squirmed the best they could yet the grip didn't budge in the slightest. They wanted to hold their breath knowing full well what was pressed over their face but they were in too much of a startled panic to control their breathing.
The worst part was the blush.
Their cheeks were absolutely burning. It was such genuine danger, they knew how unbelievably irrational it was to get any enjoyment out of the situation they were in, but despite everything in their head yelling ‘no’ as loud as it could... the feeling of someone else- the feeling of being helpless in someone else's grasp- spiked a bizarre reaction they so badly wished to go away.
It got even worse when their captor spoke.
“Big mistake, honey~”
Civilian recognized the voice. The last person they would've expected: the Villain they see causing so much havoc on the news. The Villain they hear putting craters in cities in the distance during their superpowered scuffles with the Hero.
Why them??
They squirmed more, now knowing full well it was absolutely hopeless- a thought they quickly tried to push out of their mind after feeling their body's reaction to it. They didn’t have the slightest clue what someone so powerful would need any Civilian for, let alone someone like them with no information to give up, right?
But here they were, helplessly squirming in the Villain's grasp, arms pinned by their sides… cries for help muffled… mind slowly clouding…
a-and it’s…
so,
so
w-warm…
#heroes and villains#villain x civilian#civilian x villain#touch starved#writing snippet#writing#writeblr#short story#tw kidnapping#kidnapping cw#suggestive
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