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ownlittleuniverse · 13 days

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scenario #2 - the hero’s in deep trouble

warning: wounds, implied violence

“What happened?”

”Nothing… and why would you care?” the hero snapped, having no patience for the villain's sudden kindness.

First, they broke their body yesterday during their fight, making the hero look weak in front of their team. Then they break into their apartment through the window, and to wrap it all up in a nice little bow, they had the audacity to ask if the hero was okay. Like they cared about them.

The villain slowly walked over to the hero leaning on their bedroom door. They softly brushed their hands over the hero’s wounds, making the hero wince. The hero hated the way their heart was beating in the villain’s presence.

The villain sighed, slowly lifting the hero’s arm, taking a disinfectant cloth from the first aid kit and quickly dabbing it over the angry bloody skin.

The hero sucked in a breath, and it scared them. Not the pain, no. The villain being so abnormally kind.

The worst part, it felt… good.

The hero sunk into the wood door, their eyes watching the villain’s handiwork closely. The villain's soft fingers stroked their arm as they tended the hero, leaving goosebumps all over, making their breath hitch.

The hero wasn’t sure if the villain was doing it to distract from the pain, or maybe they didn’t even realize they were unconsciously comforting them.

”Let me take care of you,” the villain murmured, still cleaning the wounds and looking them dead in the eyes.

The hero wanted them to. Let the same person who gave them these wounds clean them until the hero sank into their comfort.

They were in deep trouble.

The hero’s breath hitched, their body tensing when the villain's hand swiftly grabbed the hero’s chin. The only thing that didn’t completely scare the hero was that their grip was firm but still gentle.

”Then afterwards—”

The hero’s mouth fell slightly open as the villain came closer and closer to their face, their fingers rubbing back and forth.

Their eyes had that glint in them that killed. All the amusement, all the calmness from before had drained from their face. There was only anger left. The hero gulped.

”—You can enlighten me about the handprint on your face that I didn’t leave.”

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ownlittleuniverse · 14 days

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snippet #2 - the villain surprises the hero

warning: captivity, torture, restraints, blood, harmful behavior, touchy villain (not nsfw), depictions and descriptions of physical violence, may be uncomfortable or triggering for some readers, reader discretion is advised.

The hero had been captured again, tied to a chair, blindfolded, and beaten to a pulp until the only thing they could taste, smell, feel, was their blood.

It was routine at this point.

Get captured, refuse to give up information, get a few new scars before their team showed up. At a certain point, these so-called villains became predictable. None of them truly scared the hero anymore.

The hero’s head came up at the sound of a door creaking open then slamming shut, footsteps following behind. They clenched their fists against their restraints, sighing, preparing themselves for another round of mediocre scare tactics.

The footsteps of the person started to become louder and louder, the hero could hear them slowly circling their chair like they were tracking prey.

They stopped right behind the hero, their breath tickling their ear, making the hero shiver behind their blindfold.

Their captors before had never gotten this close, at least without a weapon or some weak verbal threats. This felt… different somehow. It made the hero a bit antsy. Their chest became heavier as they listened to the sounds of the person’s even breathing.

Their gut was trying to tell them something.

Something was wrong-

Their heart stopped when they heard the person’s whispered voice.

“Hello, Darling.”

No.

The hero frantically jerked at their restraints but they wouldn’t budge, it only made the rope dig more into their body. Loud and panicked sounds escaped them as their heart started to beat in their head.

The person only chuckled at their attempts to free themselves.

No. No.

They— there… it’s not possible.

“Did you miss me?”

No. They needed to get out. Tears started to seep through their blindfold, as well as sweat as they jerked their head around. They couldn’t get out, they couldn’t even see where they were. The hero was frantic, horribly panicked, and the villain reveled in it.

The villain was the only one who could evoke genuine terror from their hero. Turn them into a screaming, begging mess at their feet.

The villain trailed their hand delicately over the hero’s neck, wrapping their fingers around them and stroking. The hero let out a choked whimper, their body completely shivering.

“You never thought you’d feel this again, did you?” The villain smiled, “My touch making you deliciously crazy?”

No. They didn’t. The villain was supposed to be dead.

The hero’s breathing grew more erratic by the second, more and more tears streamed down their face, mixing with the dried blood and stinging their fresh shallow cuts.

They saw their dead body. They buried them in that grave. They stuck that knife in their chest so many times they lost count as they watched the life drain out of them. How?

“It’s been far too long, my love,” the villain said, “I think we should relive some good memories.”

The hero couldn’t answer, only cry out and tried to wiggle their way out of their restraints again and again and again. It was a pity, the sight of someone trying to escape the inevitable.

The villain started to slowly lift the hero’s ripped sleeves, rolling them to expose their skin. No. No. No. Anything but that.

The villain watched in awe as their hero completely lost it and tried so hard to escape them, even though their hero was smart enough to know there was no hope. No one was coming to save them.

“Sh, sh, sh,” the villain cooed, their hand sickenly stroking the hero’s neck like comfort, “There’s no need for that, you know you're not escaping me.”

The villain trailed their hands softly up their hero’s arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. They loved how their hero tried to push them off, completely losing it when the villain finally touched their scars.

They had dreamed of touching these sensitive things again. The deep scars they left all over. They hated the scars others dared to leave. They already killed those others who dared to call themselves ‘villains’, who dared to touch the hero. Only they were allowed to touch their little hero like this.

“All our fun times, etched into your skin,” the villain said in awe. Their hero tried to get out of their hold, their sobs echoing across the room.

The scars felt different this time, some of them. The hero must have tried to rid themselves of their marks, but failed miserably. How cute.

Their hero should know better than to try to rid themselves of the villain.

They continued to trace over the uneven skin, the memories of the many long lovely torture sessions they subjected their hero to flooding their brain, and they were sure their hero was reliving it too.

“Stop,” the hero whispered, choking on their sobs, “Please-

“Just like my scars,” they cut in, pressing delicate kisses to the skin making the hero’s body shiver, “I will never leave you, love.”

It has been so long since the hero felt that terror, the feeling of adrenaline rushing through their veins, their heartbeat reaching heights that could kill them. Their breathing was so rapid, their body was in a state of complete shock and panic.

They forgot what it felt like to be terrified, and they wished it stayed that way. They thought they made sure it would.

“But, you did leave me,” The villain dug into one of their scars, making them gasp, reopening it and letting their hero’s blood trickle down their fingers.

“You left me to rot in the ground,”

“I-I didn’t-”

“Let the world forget about me.”

The villain dug in deeper. The hero cried out.

“Let yourself forget about me,” the villain whispered, their breath over the hero’s mouth.

“I’m- sorry.. please— I’ll do-“

The hero jerked and sobbed again as the villain ripped off their blindfold, the light seering their eyes.

“Your begging is pitiful,” they spat.

The hero’s eyes adjusted to the sudden light as they looked up into the villain’s. They jerked their head away. Those same eyes haunted them when the hero slept, even when they thought they were buried deep underground.

The villain grabbed the hero’s chin, digging their nails into the skin and forced their head back up.

“You really thought you could get rid of me?” the villain snapped, venom lacing every syllable.

The hero sniffled, their eyes completely bloodshot from their tears.

“I’m not going anywhere,” the villain whispered with crazy in their eyes, “and neither are you.”

The hero couldn’t answer, only cry out as exhaustion took over their body. Their body stopped fighting, just twitching every so often from the adrenaline. They were slowly accepting their fate.

“I’m keeping you, Darling,” the villain smiled, stroking the hero’s chin, “and I promise you, this time, you’ll never be able to forget me.”

The hero whimpered a slur of incoherent words in response.

The villain loved their hero like this, shaking and on the verge of insanity knowing what things the villain was about to subject them to. It was a sight the villain was going to come back to every single day. They planned to come back every night, keep them tied up, bloodied and bruised, completely helpless and at their mercy. Then afterwards, they’ll really get to work on molding their hero into perfection.

The villain mercilessly tied the hero’s blindfold into a gag, enjoying the way the hero jerked in response, and took a syringe out. Their hero’s eyes winded, as they tried to plead behind the fabric, but the thing was too tight.

They sobbed. The hero knew what was coming next. They remembered, those memories were burned inside of them. Cut into their skin.

“Don’t worry,” they whispered, kissing their hero’s tear and blood-soaked cheek, “I’ll be all you ever think about soon enough.”

They could only cry and try to plead through their eyes, shaking their head. The villain though had no mercy for them whatsoever.

Their hero betrayed them. They stuck a knife in their heart when the villain let themselves believe someone actually cared for them, they finally let themselves trust and their little hero shattered it.

They stuck the syringe right in their scar. Their hero let out a scream of terror covered by the fabric.

Now it was only fair they would shatter them in return.

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ownlittleuniverse · 18 days

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scenario #1 - the hero’s lover

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“Love, why don’t you come to bed?”

The hero had been up for hours, way into the night racking their brain and trying desperately to find the villains identity. Their lover was becoming a bit worried with this obsession taking over their sleep.

“No, not until I figure out who the hell they are,” they snapped, their voice breaking.

Their lover could only sigh at their hero’s determination. It was their best trait and worst flaw.

“It’s not worth your health, my love,” their lover soothed.

Their lover walked over to the hero slumped over their desk, their whole body exuding exhaustion. They crouched down and took the hero’s face between their hands, caressing their cheeks. Their eyes were bloodshot, and their lover didn’t know if it was from their lack of sleep or from their tears. Their hero looked so tired.

“The villain is still out there, you’ll find them, okay?”

The hero only nodded, sniffing a bit. They wrapped their arms around their lovers neck. Their lover chuckled into their hero’s neck.

“Let’s get you to bed.”

Their lover carried their exhausted hero with care, keeping them close to their body and listening to the hero’s even breathing. They were already out.

Their lover walked them over and placed them gently in their bed, kissing them on the forehead and wrapping them up in warm wool blankets. They climbed into the covers as the hero subconsciously pulled their lover close.

“Goodnight, love you,” the hero murmured into their lover's skin.

“Love you.”

They turned off the bedside light, pulled the blanket over both their bodies, wrapping their own over their dear hero’s exhausted one. The hero clung to them, and the villain could only smile into their hair.

They couldn’t help but admire their hero’s determination, and chuckle at their clear obliviousness. If they simply looked past the obvious, they would see that the person they cling to every night was the one they were after.

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ownlittleuniverse · 19 days

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snippet #1 - hero comes home with a date

warning: forceful villain, forceful situation, invasion of privacy, touchy villain (not nsfw), low self-esteem thoughts, could be uncomfortable for some readers.

“I really enjoyed tonight.”

“Me too.”

The hero put their key into the lock of their apartment door. It’s been so long since they last had gotten… intimate… They were a bit desperate at this point.

“Do you mind if I came in?” their date asked.

“No,” the hero stroked their tie, wrapping their fingers around the fabric. They were trying so hard to suppress the excitement in their voice.

“I’d like that.”

Their date hummed, then finally, kissed them. The hero caressed their date's locks, but then quickly realized they had to take their date's hands and put them where they wanted them to be.

The hero liked their date, they were incredibly sweet, but this kiss was not as explosive as they hoped. That’s unfair, this was nice and they hadn’t had it in a while.

The hero pulled away from the kiss, leading their date back into their apartment. Their date went for their lips again but this time, they stopped and looked behind them.

Terror rushed their date’s eyes like a tsunami.

“I have to go.” Their date untangled themselves completely from the hero’s grasp. They’re breathing picked up, their voice strained.

“But-” the hero blurted in confusion. What the hell was wrong with them?

“I’ll call you!”

“I-“

Their date practically sprinted down the hall.

The hero, confused, looked behind them and saw only an empty dark apartment.

What did they see that made them run for the hills?

Nothing.. you're just that unlovable.

They closed the door slowly as this ache in their chest started to infect. Suddenly they felt the stinging blisters from their heels, the cold wind hitting their bare legs.

Date after date after date, no one wanted them. No one called them back. No one ever came back.

Are they really that uninteresting? Appalling, revolting? Unlovable? A tear slipped out as they tried to sniff it back. Dating a hero is something no one wants to endure.

They looked in the mirror at their sunken eyes, the hope already drained out of them. They wiped their scarlet lipstick off and let it smudge over their skin.

They needed a drink.

They went to the fridge in search of that bottle of expensive vodka the company gave them as a gift.

They opened the fridge and saw that it wasn't anywhere. They must have already taken it out, so excited to have the place ready for their date only to be disappointed again.

They closed the fridge and gasped at the chuckle of someone’s familiar, cold voice.

In the dark, sat in their armchair across the apartment, drinking straight from their expensive bottle that was already half empty. Lounging without a care like they owned the place, was the villain.

The hero’s heart immediately picked up speed.

“You better pay for that,” they quivered, trying to find the confidence in their voice.

“Your precious drink or ruining your date?”

The hero thought back to the expression on their date's face when they left. Scared.

No, terrified.

“You- What is wrong with you?”

“I thought you of all people would know the answer to that question,” the villain chuckled.

They brought the strong vodka back to their lips that would burn everyone else’s throat, but they were gulping it down like it was water.

“Everything is wrong with me, darling,” they smirk.

The hero stifled the scream they desperately wanted to unleash at the villain.

“Get out.”

The villain only smirked.

“I’m not in any mood to deal with you tonight, okay?” The hero’s voice cracked, and they hated the sound of it.

”Aw,” the villain mocks, “Is my poor little hero sad they didn’t get their clothes stripped off by a random stranger? Or in that guy’s case, carefully taken off with extra precision by a random stranger?”

The hero wanted to smash that bottle right over their head. The only thing that stopped them was the tinge of something else in the villain's voice. Something like…jealousy?

“Aren’t you sad that no one can love you, especially not a guy who clearly doesn’t know how to please you?”

That stung.

“You‘re wrong,” the hero shivered.

“Am I?” the villain said, standing up and gulping down more of the hero’s precious drink. The hero could only stagger back in fear, their body beginning to shake.

“Or did you need to take his hands and put them on your body because he was afraid you would shatter if he dared to graze you?”

The hero backed up as much as they could, their breathing felt tight as they pressed themselves into the front door.

“Did you feel like you had to guide them everywhere, instead of having someone who just knew exactly where to put their hands on their body? Someone who knew exactly, and confidently how to make you writhe?”

The hero gulped as a heat started to envelop them.

“I-um..”

“Am I wrong that you didn’t even like him that much, you just wanted to feel cared for? Wanted?”

The villain walked over to the hero, caging their shaking body.

The villain pressed the hero into the door, still drinking from their bottle. The hero shivered at their touch and the coldness of the glass. The hero was breathing like they ran a marathon.

“Am I wrong that all you want is for someone else to touch you? Love you, that you’ll even sleep with someone you don’t even like to feel like someone would care for you even a bit?”

The hero’s eyes stung from their words and the smell of the vodka on the villain's breath.

“But-“

“That the innocent little hero of this city wants someone to please them, make them cry out and make them beg for them to stop because it's too much?”

The hero didn’t know what to say to them anymore.

“Well?” they whispered.

The villain pressed their body into them more. They caged them in with two hands beside their head, leaning over them.

The hero was in a whirlwind of emotions. They didn’t know if they felt angry, sad, hurt, lustful. They just wanted to stop chasing everyone away and to soothe the ache between their thighs.

The proximity of the villain's body, their cologne and the smell of the alcohol, their mouth was making everything feel hazy.

“Go on,” the villain whispered, their gaze going between the hero’s eyes and mouth. “Tell me I’m wrong, darling.”

They wanted to, they really did, but they couldn't get the words out of their mouth.

Because you want everything they told you...and more.

“You want a drink?”

The hero looked up at the villain's eyes. They nodded their head. They wanted to chug.

The villain didn’t move their hand so the hero went for the bottle. But before the hero could grab it, the villain moved the drink above their heads.

“Wha-“

”Open your mouth.”

The hero stared in disbelief and confusion at the villain. The villain took their hand and opened the hero’s mouth themselves. It shot a wave of shivers through the hero’s body. They held their mouth open, stroking their skin as the hero looked up at them and whined.

The villain began to gently pour the vodka down the hero’s throat.

The drink burned when it hit the back of the hero’s throat, making their eyes sting. It was cold and flooded their senses quickly, making their eyes roll.

But when the hero looked up at the villain, they felt this sense of warmth enveloping them quickly as they stared into their cold eyes. The hero gripped the villain's shirt and their one arm, clenching their thighs, as the villain smirked down. They had to know how they were making the hero feel, and how much the hero liked this and hated that they did.

The hero tapped the villain's arm for them to stop, but… they didn’t. They didn’t let go.

It started to burn their lungs.

The hero’s eyes filled with panic as the villain's smile only grew wider. The villain's hands dug more to their jaw and waist, they pressed the hero more into the wall.

No. No. Please-

The hero could only gulp down the drink more and more. They tried so hard to close their mouth but the villain was too strong. They began to panic.

It burned. It burned tears to their eyes, their throat, and their stomach. They clawed at the villain's shirt to stop but they didn't release them, they just let the rest of the bottle go down the hero’s throat. They started to gargle, trying to say please or anything, but they couldn't. They could only drink. It felt like they were drowning.

The villain didn’t let up, in fact, they kept their hand digging into the hero’s jaw as the hero tried desperately to turn their head away. The villain loved to see their hero panicking, writhing underneath them. The fear flooded their eyes as they desperately pleaded with the villain through them. The villain only pressed them further into the wall and listened to them gulp down their drink and whine like a good little hero.

The villain didn’t want to punish their hero, but they needed to after they dared to show their beautiful, amazing self to another. They were theirs and theirs only.

The hero spurted and heaved the drink up as it burned their lungs. Arms wrapped around their waist as the last cold contents of the bottle spilled over their face and hair. A little of the alcohol seeped out of their mouth, dripping down to their chest.

Their chest felt like it was on fire as they coughed more. Breathing felt like the hardest thing. They already felt the effects of the vodka seeping through their bones, making them mush.

“You made a mess of your expensive drink.” the villain snarked, slowly wiping some of the hero’s drool with their thumb.

The hero didn’t have much energy but they tried to glare, still coughing a bit. The villain reveled in it.

“Don’t worry,” the villain smiled too widely, “I'll clean it up for you.”

The hero didn’t have time to react before the villain gripped them by their hips and waist, and licked a long strip from their neck to where the vodka was seeping out of their mouth. Their hero couldn’t suppress their gasp.

The villain was thinking of doing this for too long of a time. They went absolutely insane when they found out about their little date. They were going to torture and kill them like all the others, but this time they wanted to torture their little defiant hero a bit instead. Teach them a lesson.

And the hero, the hero could only moan and whine underneath them as the villain devoured them, gripping them exactly in the way the hero wanted their date to.

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