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save-the-villainous-cat · 13 days

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arrogant villain x flirty hero 🥺

“If you listen—” the villain pushed them against the door “—closely, really closely, you might understand that I don’t have time for you today.”

The villain was close enough to press a kiss to the hero’s lips. The hero loved that.

“Hmm, what a shame. Usually you’re so adamant about seeing me.” They couldn’t help but smirk when the villain scrunched their nose.

“Funny.” With another condescending look they reached for the doorknob. “You’re so funny.”

The hero slapped the villain’s arm with enough force to push the villain off balance.

“You, my love, aren’t going anywhere,” they said and to their surprise, the villain didn’t only look offended but also surprised.

“You wanna fight? Is that it?” they asked.

Today the villain seemed more riled up than usual. The hero could only suspect it had something to do with a deal or an upcoming meeting. For the past few months, the villain had been more active, had been pulling strings in the background constantly.

Admittedly, the hero didn’t know why. And that bothered them.

“Well, if you insist…” They wiggled with their eyebrows. Usually, wooing the villain was their favourite activity but with the villain this agitated, they didn’t really know if they were pushing too far.

The villain sighed and reached for the doorknob again.

“Hey, hey…are you really going to leave your nemesis in your hotel room like that?” the hero asked.

“I was planning on locking you in here so I don’t have to see your stupid face.”

The hero giggled.

“Last time you told me I have a pretty face.”

“Changed my mind.”

“My god, fine. Just go to your villains and leave me here all alone…” the hero said, pulling the villain closer, as if their tone wasn’t dramatic enough already. The hero got a hold of the villain’s jawline, chests pressed against each other. “…let me die here of boredom…without my villain…”

Another sigh.

The villain frowned and finally, finally, the hero could spot a blush on their cheeks.

“How did you even get in here?” The villain didn’t pull away. Quite the contrary, they leaned against them.

“I heard there were a few villains meeting in this hotel’s restaurant today. Simply had to see if my lover was going to be here.”

“We’re not lovers,” the villain whispered. But in the same breath: “Do you know how dangerous this is?”

“Are you asking me or yourself?” the hero asked. “You don’t have to go down there, you know? We can stay here. Get to know each other more.”

“I think I know you too well to use that as an excuse. I have to go down there.” They looked at the ground before they looked at the hero again.

“You’re scared,” the hero said. Their hand found the villain’s shoulder and their thumb ran along their collarbone gently.

“I am,” the villain whispered. “But this is really important.”

“It’s about power, isn’t it?”

“…yeah.”

“Don’t you have enough already? Do you really need to risk your life for more?” the hero asked. They wanted the villain to stay like this forever. To lean against them, to look at them this way.

“Yeah. Sorry, love.” Before the hero could respond, the villain kissed them hard and the hero was so surprised, they could barely open their mouth. However, the villain didn’t give them enough time to enjoy it. They pulled away almost immediately. For the last time, they reached for the doorknob. “See ya.”

They disappeared, leaving the frozen hero in the hotel room by themselves.

Later, the hero found out the meeting wasn’t about discussing power dynamics and making evil deals. It was about the hero.

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epiclamer · 18 days

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“Please, Villain—” the hero struggled, wrists cuffed behind their back by their very own power suppressors. “T-This, this is humiliating—”

The villain on the other hand looked far too cheery for a criminal only two steps away from their nemesis. Their smile was radiant and they were practically bouncing off the balls of their feet.

“Maybe you should have considered that before you came to me for my help~” They announced, almost licking their lips watching their new prisoner wriggle helplessly on the floor beneath them.

Hero blushed and then stuttered, “I didn’t think you were going to do all this—”

Villain closed the gap between the pair, taking an extra step in order to press their heel into the small of the hero’s back. Effectively pushing them back down into the grime of the alley street.

“Sweetheart, I’m a villain. You’re the one who begged me to kidnap you for a week so you could take a paid vacation, not I. Did you really think I wasn’t going to take advantage of this opportunity?”

The crime-stopper huffed, blowing up some dust from their spot against the floor. “Well, I at least thought you’d be a bit kinder about it.”

The villain almost burst out laughing, it was clear that this whole thing was just a big joke to them. Not so much so to the hero, considering they only got four vacation days a year and could hardly keep from burning out. But maybe the change of scenery would be good for them.

They knew the villain wouldn’t kill them or horribly injure them—in fact, the hero considered the two of them almost friends at this point. All Hero wanted was a few days of peace and quiet, and what better way to get that than to stage a kidnapping?

“You really are as dumb as they say. I mean, you just handed yourself to me on a silver platter and now you’re acting like I don’t try to slit your throat every Tuesday and Friday morning.”

Hero rolled their eyes as the villain yanked them to their feet by their collar, shoving them towards the street. “Cut me some slack, will you? The Agency is pushing my limits.”

The villains hands were braced agains the hero’s shoulders in a second, steadying the other’s precarious swaying. “Oh my… poor little Hero, hm? Are those strong muscles getting sore?” Right on cue the villain squeezed the hero’s shoulders, hitting all the right spots and effectively stealing their breath.

“Or is it more so this genius brain you’ve got locked up in there?” Villain’s hands travelled up the back of their neck to their skull, teasing their touch-starved skin.

“Villain—”

“Or maybe it’s this hot ass that’s tired of the constant spotlight…” With a yelp, Villain’s hands met the base of Hero’s spine, grabbing a handful of their ass without a second thought.

The villain chuckled, pushing the hero up against their car door. They had always loved the sounds the hero made, how they reacted to the villain’s touch—how quickly they folded.

The criminal turned the hero to face them, pressing their bodies up even closer, eyeing them up and down. “I’ll have to teach you to respect your villains time and efforts during your stay, but if you’d let me, I’d love to teach you a thing or two about your body on the side.”

Hero hated the way their entire body lit up as if it had caught fire. They hadn’t expected the villain to be so direct about it, not that that deterred them any from answering.

“Could you teach me a thing or two about yours as well?”

The deal was sealed with a single smirk.

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chaotic-orphan · 8 months

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“Hey! Villain, Villain, look at me!” Hero called from the second story window that they were currently half dangling out of. “What light through yonder—“

Villain lifted a hand and shot the glass of the window and Hero yelped, shielding their face and body from the spray of shards. Hero turned back to face Villain in the garden below, scowling.

“The line is window breaks, Villain. It doesn’t mean you literally break a window.”

“I’ll break you if you don’t stop goofing around.”

“Are you flirting with me or threatening me? I can never tell.”

Villain’s gun was trained on Hero this time as they drew back the hammer and Hero put their hands up and stepped back away from the window.

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sunnynwanda · 10 months

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Done

Part 2

Hero takes several steps back to gain momentum before throwing themselves down from the rooftop and into the back alley.

“You know what?” Villain comes to an abrupt halt, not really waiting for an answer. Out of everything they could have said at that moment - the words that followed were least expected. “I’m done.”

They remain still for several seconds, staring at each other in silence that is becoming increasingly deafening. “Come again?” Hero is flabbergasted as they take a step forward, half-expecting a wordplay or trick to be thrown their way.

“I’m done.” Villain repeats. Hero is not dense, okay? But they are going to need some elaborating on that one.

“With what exactly?” They question, wary of whatever Villain has planned. Their peripheral vision scans their surroundings but fails to notice anything suspicious.

“With this,” Villain points between them, nodding their head for further confirmation. The explanation that follows leaves much to be desired. “With fighting. This city. Everything.”

“Fucking pardon?” Hero did not want to sound so affected. Their pitch jumped much higher than they had anticipated. Villain seems oblivious to this, and Hero is thankful for that. “We’re in the middle of a battle.”

“Yeah, so?” They ask, weariness colouring their delicate features.

Hero takes another step towards their opponent, their decision to be careful long forgotten. They loathe the way their voice scratches their throat. “You can’t just walk out on me.”

“Watch me,” a forced smirk is all Villain can muster for their nemesis before their expression sets back into stolid apathy. They drop their weapon and leap the fence, deserting their weekly battle. Hero feels equal parts confused and abandoned. What on Earth was that?

“Hey, wait!” They catch up to Villain on a suburban rooftop when the sun is setting, painting the sky into a rainbow of colours. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” they don’t stop even when Hero reaches them, instead quickening their steps. “I’m just done.”

“But how can you...” they reach for Villain’s shoulder, only for them to whirl around, impatient to get away and tired of communicating with their foe.

“Listen, I’m tired, okay?” They exclaim, catching Hero off guard with the emotional outburst. Still, it’s an explanation. If that’s the way to get it, Hero doesn’t mind. “We’re doing the same old thing over and over again, and it’s gone stale.”

Hero nods, prompting them to keep going. Villain runs a palm over their face, brushing a strand of hair back before continuing. “I feel no rush for our battles anymore. It’s not fun; there are no stakes.” They sigh, deflating back into the lethargic state of indifference. “We both know I’m not going to ruin the city for real, and you won't end me.”

“Are you serious right now?” Hero is puzzled, to say the least. Is this idiot gone completely bonkers? “How is that an issue?”

“There’s no thrill anymore!” Villain screams out in exasperation. Their hands fly up as they attempt to convey what they feel. Or rather, what they don’t feel. “No adrenaline! Do you not understand?”

“I think I’m starting to.” Hero is silent for several moments, allowing their words to sink in. “And I’m offended.” They conclude, much to Villain’s surprise.

“Excuse me?” Villain asks, amusement evident in their features. Well, that’s something. We can work with that.

“I thought this was supposed to be the best time of your week,” Hero reminds and a part of Villain feels guilty for letting them down.

“And it was,” they agree, before shaking their head, “but it’s not doing it for me anymore.”

Hero’s lips purse. “So what are you gonna do? Find a different city and...” They trail off without finishing the thought.

“And what?” Villain inquires, but Hero remains silent, their gaze fixed on the sunset. They look upset and lonely, and Villain doesn’t like that.

When they finally speak up, Villain feels like the air got knocked out of their lungs. “And a new hero to bother?”

“Hero, please, that’s not what I meant..” they start, but Hero doesn’t seem to listen. “And no, no other heroes for me. It’s not you, okay? It’s me.” Villain even goes so far as to take their hand in theirs.

“That’s what they always say,” Hero’s voice is quiet and almost too small for their usual bubbly personality. They look like a puppy left out in the rain, and Villain knows whose fault it is.

“Damn it, Hero, I am not breaking up with you!” They attempt to reason. Hopefully, enough arguments will put Hero’s heart at rest. “And it’s not like we’re dating, we’re enemies.”

Except, Hero’s eyes glint dangerously the moment they finish their thought. They release their hand from Villain’s and take a step forward. Villain backs away, not quite able to decipher the eerie vibe that’s taken hold of their nemesis. “What?”

“So you miss the thrill?” Hero looks intimidating in the evening shadows; their eyes are dark as they bore into Villain’s.

“Y-yes,” they squeak out, taking another step back. “Why are you...”

Hero interrupts, ignoring the question they were trying to pose. “And if we add a different type of thrill?”

“What are you implying, and why am I sensing something dangerous?” Instead of taking one more step back, Villain stops, determining to face whatever Hero is about to throw their way. They might have been bored but never shied away from a fight. They are not a coward.

“Oh, cause it is,” Hero confirms, an ominous grin stretching their lips. They take one final step forward and press Villain up against the wall behind their back. Villain is too stunned to speak, so they glare at Hero in shock.

“I think there are ways I can give you an adrenaline rush...” Hero claims, pushing Villain’s chin up with a finger before wrapping their fingers around their neck and finishing the thought. “Other than fighting.”

Their fingers slide behind Villain’s neck, tilting their head back for better access as they kiss their way down from Villain’s chin. They bite the sensitive skin right below Villain’s ear, then lick it, earning a soft gasp from their nemesis.

“Does this seem boring to you too?” Hero asks, trailing kisses along their jawline, then back to their neck, leaving a bite on the opposite side of the first before sucking the reddened skin.

“N-no... fuck, Hero, do that again,” Villain is fumbling with their words, unable to process the situation yet.

“As you wish.” Hero’s smile is all teeth, but they don’t oblige yet, pressing themselves flush against Villain’s body. Their breathing pattern is wild, heart hammering inside their chest. They can feel Villain’s pulse under their lips, which isn't helping their case.

“I think we should... ah, shit... should move this somewhere more private,” Villain is positively surprised their brain is still functioning, let alone coming up with such bright ideas.

Hero chuckles, smiling with a teasing glint in their eyes. “Weren’t you the one asking for stakes? For fun? Risk?”

Villain looks scandalized. “Not that much!”

Hero laughs out loud, throwing their head back. They drag their lips over Villain’s jaw to their lips, covering them in an impatient kiss. Their fingertips ghost over Villain’s inner thigh, teasing a panic in their eyes before they plant another kiss on their lips and step back, leaving Villain breathless and exhilarated for what’s next.

“Follow me.”

Part 2

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wh3nturtlesfly · 10 months

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“I never knew someone like you could look so-” Villain paused, enraptured with the form before them. Beneath the high arches of the study Hero emerged, expensive fabrics perfectly draped around their form. The perfect cover for the perfect heist, though despite their preparations Villain had never thought Hero would play the part so well.

A smirk played across Hero’s lips, “Look so…what? You do know it’s proper to finish your sentences.” They strolled forward, easily towering over the Villain who couldn’t help but blush. Hero knew what they were doing. Mission or not this was a game to them, and Villain was losing horribly.

They nearly lost their resolve when Hero’s hand rose to cup their cheek, gloved fingers tracing the sharp line of their jaw. Villain’s breath hitched despite themselves. “Come on Villain,” Hero grinned, “If we’re going to be partners I’ve got to know what you’re thinking.” They leaned closer, warm breath fanning across Villain’s neck, “Can’t have you going rogue.”

The words sent a shiver up Villain’s spine. One glance up and they knew they had been defeated. Hero’s eyes flickered as they smirked down on them.

Villain sighed, “Beautiful. I was going to say beautiful.”

“That’s right,” Hero backed off with a grin, waving a hand behind them as they passed through the doorway, “Hurry up now. We can’t be late when there’s a party to crash.”

Villain was quick to follow.

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silver-ink-iron-words · 1 year

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“Hey there Majesty!”

The royal snapped awake. “Oh. Um – ” They cleared their throat. “Hello.”

“They tell me that I’m your one-hundredth suitor,” the person said, striding into the brightly-lit drawing room. “So of course, I brought this. Can’t let a perfectly good milestone go to waste.” They held up a bottle of rosé.

“The hundredth?” The royal sat up. God, had there really been that many?

“I know right? I should get some sort of prize.” The suitor plucked two glasses off the drink cart and poured. “Or maybe you should. I can only imagine the number of get-to-know-you meetings you’ve had to sit through.”

“It’s been” – the royal nodded their thanks as the suitor handed them a glass – “it’s been no trouble. Speaking of, could you please introduce yourself?”

“The name’s [Suitor],” they said, settling onto the loveseat. “From one of the little counties on the edge of your borders. So in other words,” they smiled, “no one of consequence.” They took a sip of the rosé, and made a face. “Good lord. I hate wine. Why did I choose this?”

The royal’s various suitors had tried a number of different strategies, over the months. Kind favours, overwhelming flattery, carefully constructed business offers. This suitor seemed to be going for an air of casual friendliness. It wasn’t anything that dozens before them hadn’t already tried.

“Alright, [Suitor],” the royal said, already growing bored, “why do you think you would make a good spouse?”

The suitor met their eyes. “Oh. I don’t.”

The royal nearly spilled their drink. “Pardon me?”

“Well, maybe someday, for someone. That would be nice.” Their gaze seemed almost wistful for a moment, before their attention returned to the royal. “Don’t worry though. I’m not looking to marry you.”

“Then why are you here?”

“To get my parents off my back, of course.” They examined the pastries laid out on the coffee table. “And to give you a little break from all the people trying to get in your pants. It’s a win-win.” They took a bite of a fruit tart, and their eyes went wide. “Oh wow. So that’s what they mean when they say ‘eat like a king’.”

The royal stared at them, shocked at the indignity. “It would be an honour for someone like you to marry someone like me.”

The suitor glanced back up, and grinned. “Aw, you’re going to make me blush. You’re not too bad yourself, sweetheart.”

The royal flushed. “That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

The suitor rested their chin in their hand. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re cute when you’re flustered?”

The royal stiffened, and the suitor laughed.

“I think it’s time you left,” the royal said.

“Finally.” The suitor rose, and stuffed more pastries in their pockets. They strolled to the door, holding up a hand in farewell. “It’s been a pleasure, Majesty. You can keep the wine.”

The door closed behind them, and the royal put their head in their hands.

One hundred people. One hundred people had tried to claim the royal’s heart.

So why . . .

The royal felt the heat rise up to their cheeks.

Why them?

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heroes-villains-side-blog · 1 year

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How to kiss someone on Villaintine's Day!

Featuring Villain and Hero! (based on that one joke)

Villain: How to kiss someone

Villain: Grab their waist

Villain: Slip your hand into their pocket

Villain: Steal their wallet

Villain: Don't even kiss them

Villain: Just run

Hero: Villain, NO.

Villain: What? Is that not how you kiss?

Villain: Aww, guess I'm out of practice

Villain: Hero, will you help me practice my kissing? 😇

Villain: Is there another way?

Villain: Why don't you show me, Hero? 😇

Villain: Or don’t you know how to kiss?

“You know what? Sure.” Hero was so done with Villain's shenanigans. They just wanted a nap and this seemed like a good enough way to shut them up for good.

“Wha—”

Before Villain could say another word, Hero had cupped their face in their hands. Looking over their shoulder, they called out to the sidekicks, “Take notes 'cause I’ll only do this once.” Villain was getting redder by the second, but Hero didn't seem to notice, or they didn't care.

“I-I—”

Hero completely ignored Villain’s stuttering, they were just struggling to stay awake right now. “So. You put your hands on their cheeks, gently.” They loosened their grip. “A good way to know is to imagine you're rubbing their tears with your thumbs. Well, ideally there won’t be any tears but the soft touch is still appreciated." Hero gently wiped away imaginary tears from Villain’s face, unaware that Villain had stopped breathing.

“Now, hm,” Hero got on their tiptoes, “Hm, sorry, Villain. Guess you're a bit too tall for me.” They turned to the sidekicks. “Hey, Villain Sidekick, can you come here? I think your height would do better.” Villain Sidekick didn’t even get a chance to blush before Villain abruptly dropped to their knees. Hero turned around. “Huh. Guess that’ll do. Thanks, V.”

They leaned down nonchalantly, all while Villain’s heart was pounding. Their face felt so hot, and they just knew that Hero could feel it with their hands still calmly holding their face.

“So, you’ve got your hands gently holding their face. You wipe their tears or just caress their face, again, gently. Then, watch. Villain, you too,” Hero kissed Villain’s forehead ever so softly. “This is how you kiss”, then their left cheek, “and this is how you kiss,” before bringing their lips ever so close to Villain’s own, “and... let me tell you a secret,” they whispered, their mouth curving into a smile, lips hovering right over Villain's. “I... I... I don’t know how to kiss either,” they said with a smirk, following it with a quick peck on Villain’s right cheek before immediately dropping their hands.

Oh, the look on Villain's face... thankfully, the sidekicks had their phone cameras on and were excellent note takers.

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This is so silly, I don't even know

Scheduled this on 21st August 2022 for 14th Feb 2023 while talking to @world-of-fire-and-flight about it here

Me using romance tropes I don't like to make the (non) romance trope I do like -- which is no romance! MWAHAHAHAHA!!! 😈

Villain is Spiderman in this lol:

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hailthosverse · 11 months

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Prompt (No. #1)

"I fucking hate them so muchh, why can't he just die altogether?!? I just hope he falls into a moment of literal hell!" Villain screamed while he tried to hide his flustered face.

"Villain, we literally live together. In the same house." Hero said tiredly trying to break free from the tied rope that villain attached around his wrists.

"Oh and by the way, i can see your beautiful, crimson red, face, darling."

"FUC—"

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surplus-of-sarcasm · 1 year

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Short Prompt # 11

TW: Blood, restraints, murder mention, injury, captivity

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If Hero had hit rock-bottom before, this was infinitely worse. They vividly remembered the cold metal connecting with their skull, making spots dance in their vision till their world faded to a pitch black abyss of utter silence, the pounding headache they were suffering a testament to that.

Their arms were bound tightly behind their back, the thick rope unwilling to relent to any efforts of escape, only chafing against the crime-fighter's skin, reopening poorly healed cuts. The gag shoved into their mouth rendered their throat dry enough to rival a desert. Their legs felt like they were made of lead, and their muscles were on fire. They'd gotten themselves thrown into hell, it seemed.

The door creaked open, letting a sterile, white light blind the hero as it snuck into the awfully dim room. They cursed through the gag because every time that door opened, their torture was renewed, their wounds slowly reopened again.

Except instead of one of their many tormentors, their sworn enemy, Villain, stood face to face with them.

Unlike the hero's pathetically miserable state, the villain looked immaculate, untouchable. Their dark hair hung in loose curls, and their clothes were pristine and very soft-looking. They looked like they'd just stepped straight out of the salon, and Hero hated it with a burning passion.

"If I take out the gag, you'll behave?"

The look in Hero's eyes had already delivered the desired message more effectively than a thousand filthy swear words would.

The villain had the decency to finally cave in and slice through their restraints and pull the gag out of their mouth.

"Come on, let's get out of here."

When the hero didn't follow suit, they turned back to them, arms folded across their chest, and they raised an eyebrow at them. Always one for theatricality.

"I can't walk," Hero whined pathetically, fixing the villain with wide, adorable, manipulative eyes.

"Your legs aren't broken," they snapped.

"You try walking normally when you've been restrained for weeks!"

Villain scooped them up against their chest effortlessly. "Keep this up, and I'll bloody well murder you," they growled

"You'd miss me too much," the hero purred, tracing the curve of their jaw in a featherlight caress. Even when they were covered in dirt and blood, they still managed to send shivers up the criminal's spine.

"Wait." The crime-fighter's tone suddenly sobered up, making the villain stop in their tracks. "How do you expect to just waltz out of here with me in tow?"

The hero was usually the brains of the operation, but the villain wasn't too dull either. "I killed them all," they said softly, face flushed with embarrassment.

"Tu as tué pour moi? Tu es vraiment mon autre moitié," they whispered in awe.

Villain never really understood anything Hero said in French, but it sounded so alluring, they loved listening to it anyway.

"I just didn't know what you'd think of me," they answered sheepishly.

"What would you think if I told you I've always had fantasies of someone killing for me?"

"I-I'd kill a thousand more if I had to. They can't hurt you and expect to walk away from it unscathed," they snarled.

Hero pressed a kiss into their nemesis's temple, their mint-scented hair conditioner hitting them like a kick to the ribs.

"I'm going to spoil you so bad, you'll forget all this even happened," the villain promised.

"I'd want nothing more, mon amour."

"Finally, I understand what you're saying!"

The hero laughed, soft and musical, and it set the villain's heart on fire.

Hero had always been the one fixing up Villain's messes, stitching them up in the middle of the night and trying to save them from their path of self-destruction. This time, they could finally let someone else take care of them, let the weight fall from their shoulders, close their eyes, and finally feel safe for once.

To find someone that holds you in the highest regard, that knows your value and isn't afraid to show that to the world is a blessing without a price. To see your soul reflected in someone else's eyes is the most beautiful way to spell out the word 'love'. Et quand je pense de l'amour, c'est ton nom qui est toujours dans mon coeur.

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mouthsewedshut · 1 year

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"Hello beautiful~" Hero purred at the Villain, landing on a nearby rooftop and sat on the edge in a mocking pose; in which in return were given a glare by their nemesis - their grip to their weapon not letting go.

The criminal rolled their eyes at the Hero in return as they raised their weapon to their face with an intimidating smirk "That was my line, y'know~ Pfft Heroes aren't supposed to steal.."

"Well guess you can try to find another line then." Hero smiled back and in cue they grabbed their own weapon from their belt. Oh this is gonna be fun..

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aquamarine0710 · 2 years

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Today I present to you lovelies, a rushed unedited snippet because I forgor I had tumblr :D

CW: Minor mention of sex

Snippet #2

If you had asked them what they thought the relationship between [Villain] and [Superhero] was a few days ago, [Hero] would have confidently said they were enemies.

But now?

[Hero] stared at their superior, deadpan, as the other explained in quite some detail why [Hero] should never hurt [Villain].

Now they weren’t quite sure what was going on between them.

If it was the relationship that [Hero] thought it was, then maybe, just maybe , they had a chance.

So two days later when [Hero] caught [Superhero] and [Villain] making out in an alleyway, their internal abacus worked fast.

“Ah! [Hero]! This isn’t what you think it is!” [Superhero] panicked, drawing more blood into their already flushed face. They swatted [Villain] who had been too busy nibbling their neck, forcing them to look up and notice the new addition.

“Do you think my eyes are for decoration Boss?” [Hero] said, exasperated.

“Wh-what do you mean?” [Superhero] tried pretending.

“You are obviously dating [Villain]!”

“N-no! We are blood sworn enemies until the day we die!”

[Villain] nodded, looking like a hen pecking rice.

“Blood sworn enemies don’t go to alleyways to make out Boss.” [Hero] retorted, gesturing to the marks on their Boss’s neck. [Superhero] quickly buttoned up their shirt in embarrassment.

[Villain] asked cautiously, “Are you going to tell [Supervillain]?”

When [Hero] didn’t give a reply, they went pale, “D-dont tell my Boss! Please!”

They grabbed at [Hero’s] sleeves,” They’ll kick me out of the league!”

“And why should I care about what happens to a villain?” [Hero] asked, voice laced with an emotion that neither [Villain] or [Superhero] could figure out.

“[Hero]! Don’t be like that!” [Superhero] pulled away their beloved’s hand and stood in front of them, blocking them from [Hero’s] view.

[Hero] suddenly chuckled, making [Superhero] tense up.

“You know Boss, I never expected I’d find someone else like me, much less for that person to be The Superhero!”

[Superhero] frowned, “What do you mean [Hero]?”

[Hero] gestured toward the shadows, “I think it’s time you met my spouse!”

[Villain] let out a terrified yelp forcing [Superhero] to look behind them.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you here Pet.” said [Supervillain] to a trembling [Villain] with a smirk.

“[Supervillain]?! Why are you-“

“Hi babe~” The hero’s flirtatious tone brought [Superhero’s] thoughts to a screeching halt.

“Why are you with these idiots honey?” [Supervillain] sounded concerned. They gently took hero’s hands and glared at [Villain] forcing the other to shrink behind [Superhero].

Part 2

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save-the-villainous-cat · 1 year

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could i have a cold but flirty or teasing villain x flirty hero (hope this makes sense and I love ur writing ur describe things so fluently)

💜💜💜💜💜have sum luv

The hero stumbled into the empty warehouse and to their incredible luck they stumbled over their own feet, resulting in a painful landing on their forearms and knees. They swallowed a helpless sob and propped themselves up, finding some cover behind an abandoned machine. Leaning against the rust, they held their arm but it didn’t help them.

Pain exploded in their muscles and it was by its very nature, very hard to breathe in the dusty and heavy air. They threw their head back and didn’t even dare to look at their injuries. It was quite wrong to flee from a fight. But they’d gotten the order to retreat.

It was to no use when they cursed softly under their breath but it made them feel more at ease when they listened to the explosions outside. How had they been so stupid? Thinking they could do this all by themselves?

A week ago, they’d begged the superhero to let them investigate and when finally, they’d given their blessing to attack yesterday, the hero had celebrated like a child on a birthday. In hindsight, all of this would’ve been very much avoidable. How utterly stupid.

The hero sighed and closed their eyes. When they gathered their thoughts, they pushed their own anxiety deep down into a little box and hid it in the back of their mind. Hearing the scolding words the superhero would bark at them tomorrow in their mind now wouldn’t help them at all. Instead, they concentrated on the pain and how they were drowning in it.

Pain was something they were used to. That didn’t mean it hurt any less.

Surprisingly, it took them more strength than they thought to open their eyes. And when they did, they saw the villain.

“Rough day?” they asked. The hero swallowed, shocked at that sight.

“Yuh,” they said and tried their best to ignore how their voice was sort of breaking, sort of squeaking.

However, their enemy just tilted their head and studied them from head to toe with a curiosity that could’ve indicated obsession. How obscene.

The hero blinked away their tears and choked out a laugh.

“Are you gonna kill me now?” they asked.

Even though they looked like they were interested in that, the villain shook their head in a degrading manner, as if they were disappointed by the hero asking.

“Not my style. I’d pull through from start to finish.” With slow, anticipating steps they walked towards the injured hero and crouched in front of them.

“Oh, I’m sure you would.” The hero gazed at the stained windows. They couldn’t see anything of the fighting but they didn’t need to; hearing it all too well was enough for their taste.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Why are you here?” the hero asked. “You want to watch me die?”

The villain didn’t answer that right away, eyebrows knit.

“I watched the fight,” they said. “I figured if I saw you stumble into the warehouse, someone else would too.”

“Protector, huh?” The hero laughed at the villain’s red ears. “I like that.”

“Me too.” It was so close to a mumble that it was nearly unrecognisable and the hero thought they had just imagined it.

“What was that?” With an audible groan, the villain stood up, stretching their arms and legs lazily as if they had all the time in the world. Maybe they had but the hero certainly did not. That groan was music in the hero’s ears, though. A little ashamed of that, they could feel themselves blush.

“Do you need help?”

“In what way?” the hero asked, wiggling their eyebrows. They couldn’t help themselves — not really when the villain looked at them with those cool and calculating eyes.

Their enemy’s mouth broke into a smirk.

“Filthy thing.”

“Could be filthier for you,” the hero said. They grabbed their side and let out a moan, partly because it burned like hell and partly because they wanted the villain to have a reaction, too. Whatever reaction that was, the villain kept it to themselves and just stared. “Sadist?”

“Masochist, actually,” the villain said. This conversation was alluring and even though the hero could’ve stayed like this for hours, they knew they were bleeding out.

“I shouldn’t be surprised by that,” the hero wheezed. Desperate for some peace, they closed their eyes but tore them open when they feared they’d doze off. “Under different circumstances, this could’ve been a wonderful evening. A warehouse to ourselves.”

“I agree. They wouldn’t hear your screams,” the villain said, crossing their arms in front of their chest.

“Or yours. Masochist and all.” The villain made something close to a purr and they breathed in deeply. It looked like they took control over themselves again.

“This is fun, darling,” the villain said. “But if you want to survive this, you’ll have to beg.”

A beat.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me,” the hero answered, jaw dropped at the audacious request.

“Quite serious. Beg me to save you.”

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traailmix · 2 years

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Chocolate Strawberries~

It was, in fact, their favorite dessert. They couldn't deny it.

So when Villain was met with a cheerful hero offering them one, they were conflicted. What if it was poisoned?

Their nemesis stared at them with honest glee, their feet gently rocking as they sat. When the criminal didn't answer, they rolled their eyes. "Do you want it or not?"

They watched as the melted chocolate dripped onto the ground, slowly.

"You're getting chocolate on my new carpet."

The hero looked beneath them, and sheepishly held the plate under it. "Oops." Villain scoffed.

"You really think you can just waltz into my apartment, offer me food that could very well be poisoned, and get chocolate on MY new carpet?"

"Your fault. You were taking too long to answer."

They deadpanned at Hero's smirk. That damn smirk.

"It's a no."

"Your loss." Hero picked off the stem and plopped it in their mouth, flopping onto the couch next to their considered frenemy.

"I don't like you."

"Awww~!" Hero intertwined their hands, putting on an adoring look, "I don't like you, either!"

Villain couldn't help the blush that followed as they registered the contact, but quickly rolled their eyes and took their hand away, grabbing the remote.

"What we watchin'?" They huddled up close to Villain.

Damn it, Hero.

"..A documentary," They quickly answered as they switched it to some random nature channel.

"Aw, I love animals!" They grabbed the rest of the chocolate strawberries off the coffee table.

The two watched the documentary for a bit, but one of them wasn't really paying as much attention as the other.

"..Hey, maybe I will have one." The villain finally said.

"This is the last one.." Hero muffled out, half a strawberry in their mouth.

Villain stared. Before getting a crazy idea. A preposterous, out of this world one, really.

When the villain didn't say anything, the crime-stopper raised an eyebrow. "Vill-"

They smashed their lips together, smearing chocolate on both of them but managing to snatch the strawberry away with their mouth.

They stared at their now flushed enemy, wiping chocolate off their mouth. "I win."

#hero x villain #flirty hero #flustered villain #stoic villain #cocky hero #hero #villain #hero x villain community #prompt #villain x hero #fluff #hero x villain fluff

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sunnynwanda · 9 months

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Done: Part 2

Part 1

Warning: This got more suggestive than expected. Minors DNI.

It was quiet. Alarmingly so. Not a step broke the serenity of the library; not a page was being turned along the long rows of bookshelves, and not a shadow crossed the aisles. Villain let out a content sigh and returned their attention to the book on their lap. They were particularly fond of this secluded spot. They would visit the library every day when they were not yet known as Villain. Now that they had left the criminal life behind, this place seemed the best start for their new life.

To their utter surprise, the citizens were worried for them when they did not show up for the regular battle in the middle of the week. They even started a mob leading to Hero’s headquarters to demand answers. Things were getting out of hand at an alarming speed, so Villain had to make an appearance and announce that the two parties had reached an agreement and would be ceasing their confrontations.

Many still suspect that Hero did something to them. Well, to be fair, Hero did do something to them. More precisely, Hero did them. Except Villain could not get up there and say that. Not when the idea brought vehement colour to their face. It didn’t help that Hero kept teasing them too. When they made the announcement claiming to have reached a consensus, Hero chuckled. They then proceeded to inform everyone there were many disputes to discuss, to which Hero wiggled their eyebrows suggestively. Villain had to cut their speech short for the risk of exposing themselves. Their cheeks were burning brighter than the sun.

“I knew I’d find you here,“ Hero’s voice drags them out of their thoughts. They are standing across the window sill where Villain is seated, meaning they had to cross half of the library to get there. And Villain heard nothing. Shit.

“How?” Villain wasn’t avoiding them. They were not. They might have needed time to think about what happened, because banging the enemy once was bad enough. Spending an entire night with them was worse. Finding it hard to leave in the morning because they crave more... was unthinkable. To say the least.

“I might have noticed you before we started the whole power play, ya know?“ Hero waves their hand vaguely, not pointing at anything. Or rather, at everything. “Back in uni.”

The thought sends a pleasant shiver down Villain’s spine. They shift, sliding their legs off the sill to sit upright. “Not funny.”

“Wasn’t trying to be.” Hero takes a few steps forward, blocking their way out. “Why are you avoiding me?”

“I’m not.” Villain has to squeeze the words out. Their throat feels tight, which has nothing to do with the memory of Hero’s mouth against it. Nothing at all.

“Yeah, right,” Hero shakes their head in disbelief at such a blatant lie. They lean against one of the bookshelves and cross their arms over their chest. “That’s why I haven’t seen you for a week.”

Villain huffs, unamused. They are not prepared for this conversation because anything Hero says will correspond with their desires, and they do not have enough arguments to counter them. Shit. “We agreed to stop meeting, remember?”

“No, we agreed to stop fighting for the city none of us needs,” Hero corrects with a patient smile. “We didn’t agree to stop seeing each other.”

“Hero, we can’t keep doing...” Villain breaks the charade, finally meeting their gaze. Hero doesn’t move, meeting their eyes with determination, “...what we did.”

“Why?” Hero’s voice is calm as they speak, yet they shrink when their nemesis remains silent. They know they are done for and that this idiot is to blame for that. Hero only needs to convey that much to them. “I thought you wanted it as much as I did.”

Villain cannot handle the dejected expression on their face. “I did.” I do. God, I do. They want to say it, and they almost do but stop a second too soon. “God, I... this is insanity!“

“No, it’s not.” Something about the way they speak encourages Hero. They move forward and slide their hands up Villain’s thighs, spreading their legs to stand between them.

Hero is too close for Villain’s brain to function. Yet they make no attempts to distance themselves. “What are you doing?”

“This place always makes me think of you.“ The statement catches Villain by surprise. They are speechless for a good moment, staring at their ex-nemesis in wide-eyed wonder. “Or the things I wanted to do to you here.”

“W-what?” Villain’s breath hitches in their throat. They swallow. Hero’s eyes are locked on their neck as they pull their shirt to the side.

“You were always so quiet, sitting here with your books and those glasses you wore,” Hero’s lips meet their collarbone, feather-light and short as if testing the waters. They pause, lips parted in deep breaths, waiting for a reaction.

“Shit, Hero,” Villain can’t exactly articulate anything at this point. They grab the sides of Hero’s face and lean down, kissing them intense and deep.

Hero lets out a low growl, pulling them closer by the waist. “Let’s see if you can stay quiet now.”

“Fuck it, Hero, the library...” A part of Villain’s conscious mind attempts to reason. But, as another kiss is placed on their collarbone, they find themselves unable to form coherent sentences. “Oh god... It’s... about... to open.”

“You think I care?” Hero whispers into the skin below their ear, then presses a kiss against their pulse. Shit.

“Bad Hero.” Villain’s words contrast the way their arms wrap around Hero’s shoulders, drawing them closer.

“For fuck’s sake, I’m not a dog,” Hero chuckles as their eyes fall shut when Villain’s hands run through their hair. They take a deep breath to steady their mind and add with a crooked smile. “Although I do know how to bite.”

Villain hisses when Hero actually bites their jaw, then proceeds to kiss apologies into their skin. They lean back to look into Villain’s eyes, who finds it increasingly more difficult to focus on anything that doesn’t involve their nemesis on their bed. “You’re sweet, you know that?”

“Fuck, stop with the teasing, will you?” Their impatience earns a satisfied grin from Hero. Smug bastard.

“Mhm,” they look up with such longing that Villain’s head starts spinning. They know they are about to lose it, but what Hero says next is what sends them. “Tell me what you want then.”

With a shaky exhale, they clutch Hero’s collar and crush their lips in a starved kiss. “You. Fuck. You. I want you.” The heated whisper makes Hero’s knees buckle.

They are wrapped in each others arms and panting heavily when the doors swing open, letting the librarians in. Villain’s entire body goes rigid in panic when Hero peels off of them. They struggle to fix their clothes, then escape through the window when someone rounds the corner.

“Now that’s an adrenaline rush!” Hero exclaims in agitated excitement when they land in the safety of the roof.

“You are sick, you know that?” Villain exhales, still processing the implications and possibilities of getting caught. “Fucking bonkers!”

Hero laughs at that, dropping their head back and enjoying the blush creeping up Villain’s neck and cheeks. “You love it. Admit it already.”

“You wish,” Villain retorts, leaning against the chimney for support. Their legs are weak from stress and arousal, but they won’t admit the second one in a lifetime.

“That I do,” Hero confesses with a sly smile, their lips swollen from making out. “Wanna know what else I’m gonna do?”

“If you say me, I’ll punch you,” Villain almost snarls, trying their best to look displeased. The warning earns a chuckle from Hero.

They shake their head at how worked up Villain still is. “That too, but I meant taking you out to dinner.”

Villain’s eyes narrow in suspicion. They watch Hero approach them step by step. “No adrenaline this time?”

“None if you wish so.” Villain knows for a fact Hero is lying. They can’t be over the fact that Villain called their confrontations boring. Hero’s eyes sparkle dangerously as they take the last step. They are going to give Villain a dinner to remember. “But that can wait.”

They press their body flush against Villain’s, nailing them up against the chimney on top of the public library. “I’m not done with you just yet. I doubt I’ll ever be.”

The claim earns a soft moan from Villain’s lips, but before they can process what that promise entails, Hero kisses them again.

Part 1

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It was becoming unbearable, the way Hero managed to carry such confidence even when the odds were stacked against them. Scraped and tired, they still fought on and Villain would be lying to say that they weren’t good at it.

It shouldn’t have been a fair fight, not even close. Villain had made sure of it.

All their weapons had been placed strategically, the layout of their lair committed to their memory. Every twist and turn accounted for. Every hidden wall known only to Villain, just so they could pop out of the shadows when Hero least expected it- and yet here they were, stumbling back from a punch that nearly caught their temple.

Villain was scarce on air, their chest heaving from having run so far. They had been caught off guard the moment Hero managed to land just a hair away from their placed trap. With everything they had calculated, it was nearly impossible, but Villain had hardly had the time to wrap their head around it before Hero charged at them in the next moment.

Eyes wide with fear- though Villain would never openly admit it- they jumped back and barely avoided the swipe of Hero’s weapon. Head swarming and heart beating a million miles a minute, Villain scanned the space. They were in the lab- how had they run all the way to the lab? Their plan was falling apart faster than they could’ve thought.

The snap of wire beneath their heel didn’t help things in the slightest.

A shriek was torn from their throat as they were whisked into the air without warning. Cords appeared from seemingly nowhere, ensnaring Villain’s wrists and ankles. Their limbs were pulled against the wall, pinned by the thick cords and almost painfully tight.

“Well, isn’t this amusing?” Hero had slowed to a stop. Their hand came up to cover their mouth though it did nothing to conceal the laughter that bubbled up from their chest.

“Screw off,” Villain hissed. They yanked at the restraints though as expected, they didn’t budge. They had been designed to withstand superhuman strength after all.

Hero’s laughter only increased. They clutched their sides as their shoulders shook, all while Villain continued to pull at the cords to no avail. When they had finally gathered themselves, Hero took the moment to stroll closer, a sly smile placed on their face. “I suppose this wasn’t a part of your little plan, hm?”

“Not initially, no,” Villain allowed the sarcasm to drip from their voice. In truth, they had forgotten completely about the trap. Late nights filled with scheming always left room for error, and this particular space had slipped their mind, much to their misfortune.

Villain tensed as Hero stepped closer. There was but an inch between their faces, so much that they could feel the crime-fighter’s breath against their cheek. Had they not been unable to move their wrists, they would have pushed the Hero away.

“It’s nice to see you struggle for once. I was beginning to think that beautiful brain of yours would never slip up.”

So did I. Villain fought the urge to admit it out loud. So much training, so much planning. They would never willingly cause such a screw up, and not to the Hero of all people.

Their hands flexed against the cords. “So what now?” Villain’s eyes narrowed, “Are you going to turn me in? Humiliate me more?”

“Humiliate?” Hero crossed their arms with a smirk, “I wasn’t the one who stumbled into their own trap.”

“Shut up.”

“It’s the truth- and no. I won’t be taking you in.”

“You won’t?”

Hero shook their head. “For you, I have other plans.”

Villain opened their mouth to question when the Hero pressed forwards, hands gripping either side of their waist. Villain let out a surprised squeak and they glared at the Hero who only smiled in return.

They felt Hero’s fingers roam over the belt they had clipped around their waist. “I saw you reaching for something just before you were caught.” They leaned close, “A switch was it? One that controls all of the traps.”

“Let go of me,” Villain grit between their teeth. Hero was close, much too close. Even between their layers of uniforms, Villain felt warmth between them. Despite their frustration, they couldn’t keep their face from growing hot.

As Hero spoke, Villain could nearly feel the brush of lips against their ear. “Oh come on. You want to get free, don’t you?”

“I can escape just fine by myself.”

“Is that so?”

“I don’t need your help.” Their eyes narrowed and yet they still gasped when Hero’s hand trailed up their waist.

“So stubborn. Has anyone ever told you how pretty your eyes are?”

“Just shut up and get me out of this.”

“I thought you didn’t need my help.” There it was again. The devilish smile that was so infuriating, and yet, so enticing at the same time.

“I don’t.” The Villain was quick to bite back. Their hands twisted where they tried again to pull free. It was useless, they couldn’t free themself. “Just give me the remote.”

Something flickered within the Hero’s eyes. Slowly, their hand drifted back to the Villain’s belt, fumbling with the pockets. Seconds seemed like hours. The Villain forced themself to draw in a deep breath.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

From the corner of their eye they caught sight of a slim item. The remote. Hero held it just in front of their eyes, dangling it like some sort of prize. “Give it to me,” Villain said. They were growing impatient.

“What’s the magic word?”

“I’m not playing games, Hero. Give. It.”

Their nemesis sighed, curling their fingers tighter around the switch. “That’s not very polite of you. I only help good Villains.”

Fury bloomed through Villain. It took everything not to scream in their enemy’s face. If their hands had been freed, they swore they would have strangled Hero by now. Instead, they clenched their jaw and hissed, “Screw you.”

“Fine then.” There wasn’t a chance to react before Hero released their fingers, sending the remote far across the room. It landed on the tile floors with a dull clatter. Villain’s fingers tightened into fists, their retort dying on their lips.

They glared up at their nemesis, jaw set. “You’re asking for a death wish.”

“And you’re quite pretty when you struggle. Let me know when you finally manage to escape.” Hero winked, turning on their heel.

They crossed the room and allowed Villain’s string of curses to echo behind them, but not before pausing at the discarded remote. With a final smirk they nudged it backward and sent it skidding just under Villain’s feet.

For once Villain ignored their smugness and accepted the olive branch.

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thepenultimateword · 2 years

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Prompt #49

When Villain was finally released from their holding cell, Superhero was waiting for them.

The long limbed do-gooder pushed casually off the wall they were draped against, stretching their slender arms over their head and sauntering carefully across the waiting room to Villain’s gaping self.

They got within inches, tipping their head down to shoot that infuriating smile directly into their face. “You’re a little troublemaker, aren’t you.”

Villain bristled. “What are you doing here?”

Superhero only smiled wider. “I bailed you out.”

“But Henchman—“

“Is indisposed.”

Villain’s stomach lurched. “What happened? Are they ok?”

“Just fine. They ran into some trouble with my colleagues on their way here, but I got them somewhere safe.”

Villain shrank back a little, bumping into the officer behind them.

“I-I don’t believe you. Why are you doing this?”

Superhero shrugged. “It’s been a while since we got a new face on the scene. Certainly one as cute as yours.”

#hero x villain #superhero x villain #heroes and villains #writing snippet #creative writing #heroes and villains community #could be toxic #could be fluff #you decide #flirty hero #prompt #writing prompt #short prompt #rookie villain

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