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clownhoodieguy · 6 months

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A most villainous predator, who likes to hold the mayor hostage, and straps totally real bombs that are not props to his chest to lure out the hero. Once the hero makes themself known, they're captured in a comically simple trap, where they wrap their fingers around the cage's bars and threaten the villain with a life time of prison time.

To this, the villain shall cackle maniacally, and reveal the mayor was a fake all along, a mere henchman wearing a rubber mask! After much mocking, the villain soon waves his henchmen off to have some alone time with their new captive. Much cheesy banter ensues, until it reaches it's climax, and the villain reveals his super science-y shrink ray!

Blasting the hapless hero, they yelp in horror as they're reduced down to the size of a thumb, and swiftly scooped out from between the cage's bars. Hero writhing between the villain's fingers, the bad guy can't help but lurch their head back and billow a crazed laugh. Once they had finished their outburst, the villain reminds the hero of how insignificant, and weak they are in this state, all while twirling their mustache.

A deep, and long growl emanates from the bad guy's gut, a wicked smirk sprawls across their face; the hero shakes their head in a mix of disbelief and horror. The villain raises their arm above their head, pinches the hero's cape, and extends that wicked smirk into an open mouth smile. As the hero flails about in panic, their cape begins to stretch, and tear. Terror fills the hero's eyes before the cape rips, cursing the costume tailor for using such cheap materials as they fall.

Landing with a wet Plap!, the hero squirms around on the big bad's slick, squishy tongue. The intense heat with each breath made it hard to keep their eyes open, and each movement only seemed to slip them deeper into the jaws of evil. Legs dangling over the precipice, they make one last plea with the villain, begging them to release them. Their request is only met with a dismissive scoff.

But wait- here comes their side kick, just in time to- Glck! watch their... mentor... and role model... get sucked down the villain's throat, and travel down their neck.

They belch loudly and unapologetically, inviting their henchmen back into the room to deal with the sidekick for them. Retiring themselves to a hidden section of their headquarters, they lounge around in their most comfortable of arm chairs, slowly caressing the tiny bulge in their midsection.

For a moment, they break character, huffing deeply, and confessing the pleasure they receive from each of their interactions. The villain expresses their gratitude to the hero, for giving them purpose, and reminding them, that although they are mortal enemies, that the hero is ultimately safe within their stomach.

The hero is dumbstruck, taking a moment to reflect on their previous battles. Never once was anyone actually killed- let alone injured. The mayor, which they kidnap quite often, always escapes unharmed. Civilians they hold hostage are never mistreated. Building they explode are always evacuated prior to destination. It seems the only person who ends up bruised and battered by the end of it all is... the bad guy and his goons.

Guilt stricken, the hero can do nothing but lay back, and stare up at their new fleshy ceiling. They take in their surroundings, so slimy, cramped and hot, but something was sort of... comfortable about it. They'd known each other for so long, the hero couldn't fight it any longer, they did trust the villain.

Their confinements compress, slick, soft, wrinkled flesh hugs the hero firmly. A gentle, muffled whisper manages to reach the hero through the thick walls of tissue: "I forgive you".

Imma leave it at that for now...

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writtentodeath · 3 years

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Hello! I’be asked before, I know that. But can you continue a third part of the snippet where the villain captured and unmasks the hero, calls them beautiful and telling to give them a kiss? I loved it!!

part one

part two

Hero had a plan.

It was, admittedly, a desperate, terrible plan, but even the vague form of something was better than nothing. That was, at least, what Hero told themself.

Villain hadn’t given them any kind of covering after they took Hero’s shirt, and the cell was cold. They probably liked watching Hero shiver, the creep. If Hero ever had the opportunity, they’d cut off Villain’s fingers, one by one.

Then they’d kill them. Villain knew who they were, after all. They had to go.

“Good evening, Hero,” Villain said, walking in with a tray of food.

Hero had no idea what time of day it was, but they were pretty sure it wasn’t anywhere near evening. Either they were wrong or Villain was deliberately trying to confuse them, because they got off on seeing Hero confused.

Hero was going to make them watch their work burn to the ground in front of them. Then kill them.

“Let’s make a deal,” Hero said, instead of the insults itching to be thrown at Villain. They couldn’t enact their plan if step one didn’t even work, and for that, Hero couldn’t tell Villain exactly how much they wanted to kill them.

Villain set the tray down in front of Hero just out of reach, then moved to release Hero’s arms. Not their neck, that stayed chained to the wall- in fact Villain shortened that chain- but they could at least feed themselves. Villain hadn’t taken that away from them yet, though Hero fully expected them to hold it over their head. Just another way to build their hope and break it, right?

“I’m glad to hear you’re adjusting to your new life,” Villain said by way of reply. They took one of Hero’s arms, smiling when Hero didn’t pull away like they usually did. “Never thought I’d have you on best behavior- but go ahead, ask me.”

Hero bit their lip, feeling a rare rush of anxiety. In their line of work, it didn’t pay to get anxious all the time. Caution was one thing, but the kind of heady fear that they felt now, Villain rubbing the soreness out of their shoulders and the entire plan riding on this. “I surrender,” they said.

They couldn’t stop a slight shiver when Villain released them. They pulled the tray of food closer.

“I’ll give you whatever you want, just give me a little more freedom. Let me walk around with you, or at the very least let me have the cell. I mean,” their voice shook a bit, but they hardened it immediately, “I’m too weak to run, I haven’t even walked in days. And in return, you get whatever you want from me. Willingly.”

Villain returned in front of them. They started smiling, a soft, clean, pitying smile. “I’m really not interested in you giving me things. Half the fun is watching you struggle, to try and stop me.” they took a second to ruffle Hero’s hair. “There’s no need for you to surrender, I already won.”

Hero scowled. “What’s it going to take to get me out of this?”

“I might feel gracious if you begged-” Villain said, standing up.

Hero struck.

Villain was tall and fairly slim- though you would never know from the sheer strength of their arms- but knocking them over was easier than Hero expected. They were on top of Villain in an instant, a knee on their chest and one on their arm, hands searching for the key to their shackles.

The second pocket in Villain’s shirt contained the key, and Hero managed to unlock the shackles with only slight trouble.

“You’ve won?” Hero said, not even trying to conceal their smirk. “I think you’re mistaken.”

Villain brought their hand up, a blade flashing towards Hero’s side. Hero twisted, kicking their arm and forcing it to the ground.

Then they had the knife in their hand, and everything felt right. Villain underneath them, a slight tremor in their chest as they dragged in air. A knife, hovering above them, so ready to make Villain writhe, make them scream-

An alarm went off.

“They’ll be here in seconds,” Villain said. “So you’d better decide if you want my head or your freedom, because you can’t have both.”

Hero could almost hear footsteps on the stairs. They glared at Villain, but dragged them to the wall, clamping the collar around their neck. “I can still do this,” they hissed, and slammed the knife into Villain’s chest.

They didn’t have time to relish the sound Villain made, though they wanted to hear that gasp a thousand more times.

No time.

Hero ran out the door.

Back in the sunlight, after narrowly avoiding the henchman, Hero looked down at the small knife. It still had Villain’s blood on it, crusty, brown. Villain wasn’t dead, they couldn’t be. Hero hadn’t really hit that hard, and the henchmen were right there. They weren’t dead.

Hero hadn’t killed anyone before.

It wasn’t until they had finally stumbled into their home that they realized they might want it to stay that way.

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morallygreyprompts · 5 years

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Ok so I'm a total sucker for villains getting whumped- can I get Villain getting captured by the 'good guys' and the last thing hero says to them essentially boils down to 'I hate you'. Except that said 'good guys' turn out to be terrible people, Hero and their friends find out they're hurting Villain and storm over there to rescue them but Villain's so messed up that they only recognize Hero?

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SAME. I should do it more often, to be honest ^^’ This is a mega oof request and I cannot wait to get this written XD And I wrote A LOT. Like 2K (Mostly in lesson, might I add) so enjoy. It is quite the whump.

The heroes wrestled Villain down onto their knees and tied their hands behind their back whilst Hero loomed over them. “So you’ve won,” Villain grumbled, trying without success to snatch their hand back. “Now what? Prison, house arrest, cage in your cellar?”Hero shrugged. “I don’t know. The Government wants you, said they had a new secure facility for you and any other… villains, like you.”

“Sounds boring. But a villain? That’s what you think of me?” Villain smirked. Hero leaned in close to their face, Villain could only see some odd mix of anger and relief. “I think so much worse of you.”Villain turned their head to see a van pulling in, some grim and stony looking agents inside.

“Looks like my taxi is here,” Villain muttered.

Villain was lifted to their feet and dragged off in the direction of the van by the other heroes.“Hey, [Hero],” Villain called. “All this- this was fun. I hope we can do it again some time.”“Hold it,” Hero said. Their friends stopped, waiting for Hero to catch up. Villain tried to smile away the concern that rose in their chest. Hero was inches away from their face, but Villain wouldn’t break eye contact, wouldn’t wipe that smirk from their lips.

“Let’s make something very clear,” Hero resumed. “I hate you with every speck of my being. I never want to see you again and I don’t care what happens to you. You’re going to rot in there and it’s the least you deserve.”Villain’s face fell slightly. “You don’t mean that. We’ve hardly got ourselves a clear cut relationship here, but-”“Relationship? There is nothing between us, not even an acquaintanceship. You’re a thorn in my side I’m glad to get rid of. I mean every word- get them out of my sight.”

Villain fought against the heroes, shouting “You don’t mean that! I know you don’t! If you hated me you’d have killed me! Hey, where are these guys taking me? [Hero]!” Hero paid them no attention. They’d turned their back on Villain and waited until they were bundled into the van, restrained adequately and whisked away.

Hero stood in the still air, taking deep breaths, trying to block out Villain’s voice that still rang in their head. One of the other heroes came over and put a hand on their shoulder. “You good?”

Hero turned to face them and nodded. “Yeah, just- It. It’s finally done. They’re gone somewhere they won’t hurt anyone but… they weren’t that dangerous compared to some- so why is the Government taking them there of all people?”

Other Hero shrugged. “They’ll be looked after and the city is safe. I know you’re very good at it, but, don’t think too far into this.”

Hero nodded and watched the van fully disappear out of sight.

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“They don’t mean that,” Villain mumbled, their thin arms swaying in the shackles above their head. “They don’t mean that. They’ll be sorry, they’ll help. They’ll help, they care. They have to care…” They were so busy mumbling to themselves, trying to find a way to fix the hurt Hero had caused them that they hardly noticed the two guards coming into their cramped cell, constantly illuminated with white light which glowed on the white tiles they were sat on.

It was only when their hands were freed from the shackles that Villain said, “What’ll it be today? Hmmm? The chair? The table? The bath?”

Villain groaned as one of the guards grabbed them by the wrist and exposed a vein for the other to catch with a needle. “Hm, something new then?” they guessed before their eyes slipped shut.

New and underwhelming considering some of what they’d been through. They were hanging from the ceiling by their wrists, but the group of half a dozen guards around them was torture enough. It was quite clear what they had in mind, it had happened once before, but not with this many people. The leader didn’t hesitate in starting, they punched them until their knuckles bled. Villain could hardly stop their vision swimming by the time the next one came at them.

They felt bones break, skin tear and blood pour from their nose, lips, eyebrow and after that Villain was too out of it to know what was going on, but they didn’t stop. Not until all six of them were satisfied and Villain was left hanging, unable to keep their feet at all. Unconsciousness kept claiming them for a little while, like waves on a shore. The entire time they could only think of one person, Hero. That was the only person they could remember anymore.

“Bring them in, it’s time they got in on this,” one of the guards said. Villain was amazed to see one of their Henchmen walk in, one of the younger ones. Villain had considered them family. They didn’t let their surprise show, but that face filled them with hope.“Come on then. Show us what you’re made of,” one guard said.“If you hit them any more chances are they’ll die,” Henchman pointed out, acting unphased. Or were they unphased? Did they care? Hero didn’t, why should anyone else?

“Then aim for the gut, now come on!”

Villain didn’t look at them as they punched them in the gut, in the ribs, and the rare strike to the face. Villain was past the point of making noises, past the point of trying to raise their legs to protect themselves. All they could do was lie there limp and accept the pain at the hands of someone they once thought was a friend. It wasn’t like they had a choice, but the concept hurt them more than any blow, but not as much as Hero abandoning them.

A particularly nasty strike to the stomach winded them, and Henchman stopped, panting.“Burnt… out. A.already?” Villain tried to taunt. They couldn’t see their reaction for their blurring vision, but Villain was sure they saw surprise.“It’s a start,“ one of the guards grunted. "Drag them back to their cell. We’re done here.”

Villain fell into Henchman’s arms as they were released. They held them with as much care as they dared to show in front of the others.

Once they were back in their cell, Henchman waited at the door until they were alone. They took out their phone and Villain couldn’t stop them from taking pictures of them.

“Trophies?” Villain wheezed, curling up on themselves. Their ribs throbbed and their breathing was dangerously shallow. Their body shuddered with exertion. Henchman didn’t answer, but the pitiful look on their face was enough for them to guess that wasn’t what they were for.“Rest up. They’ll probably be back for more soon.”

And watched the door shut, just like they’d watched Hero turn their back on them. They were alone again, and that hurt more than anything.

“They care,” Villain started murmuring to themselves again. Their white lie, the false promise that kept them clinging onto hope. It was something they constantly chanted to themselves now. “[Hero] will come… They care… they, they have to care.”

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Hero slammed Henchman into the wall of the store they’d ben trying to rob. “You picked the wrong store,” Hero grumbled. Henchman didn’t retaliate. “I need your help. That’s why I’m here, doing this.”“Yeah, right.” Hero grabbed them by the collar and marched them out of the store and into an alleyway.

Henchman used their arm like a windmill to free themselves and they stepped back. “Before you start anything. Look. Just look, I need to show you this. After that, you can do what you want.”

Henchman carefully took their phone out and shoved it toward their face. Hero took a moment to focus on what the image was.“[Villain]… What?”

“That ‘Government facility’? It’s a lie. It’s just a group of people who want to make [Villain] suffer for everything they’ve done. Everything they haven’t done, rather. You guys really don’t understand how [Villian] is. You’ve just pinned every crime on them that you can think of and they haven’t done half of it!”

“Is that so?” Hero raised an eyebrow.“[Villain] doesn’t kill,” Henchman snapped. “And they are getting tortured out there. You have to help them, please! You’re their only chance.”

Hero frowned. “Show me that picture again, I need to look again.”

Henchman did so, this time showing them more than one, showing Villain curling up, hugging themselves, the blood dripping onto the floor. Deep scars and sores showed on their wrists and arms. Their face was completely masked in bruises, and they were so thin. So weak…

“It’s been months since they went there… How did you get this?” Hero asked.“I infiltrated the place. I needed to know [Villain] was okay… They’re all I’ve got.” Hero could hear the upset in their voice, the dampness forming in their eyes.“Is this a recent photo?” Hero continued.

“I took this picture yesterday and it really doesn’t show how badly off they are. The first time I saw them I. I had to beat them. They need you, [Hero]. They murmur your name all the time, they’re clinging onto the hope that you care, that you’ll save them. That place, it’s driving them mad. I’ll do anything you say if it means you’ll get them out of there. Hell, I’ll beg on my knees! You’re their only chance.”

Hero’s face looked blank. So many emotions hit them at once that none of them seemed to register in their mind. Anger, confusion, guilt, upset. They couldn’t process it. “You’re coming with me. I’m getting the team and I’m getting them out of there.”

Henchman’s face lit up with hope. “Really?!” They bowed their head low in genuine gratitude. “Thank you, thank you so much! You’ve no idea how much this means to me- and to them.”

“Just get me in there, and if you’re lying then I’ll have you in a worse state than that picture.“

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Villain rocked back and forth in their corner, mumbling about Hero. Their ribs screamed at them but it was a pain they were accustomed to. They wanted to sleep, but that would only come to them when they were truly exhausted. They kept their swollen eyes closed to keep the painful light out. It was the only comfort they had now.

Their will was breaking. Villain had never wanted to go home so much in their life. They were never given time to heal and the injuries were stacking up so badly. They’d already suffered water torture this morning, getting dunked in the bath for what felt like hours. It probably was; whoever had them here enjoyed their suffering. No one was going to help them. No one cared. This was all they had to live for now until they were finally permitted to die.

“They don’t care…” Villain realised tears sneaked through their flimsy defences. The cold realisation that they were alone burned their chest, or was that just their over-exerted ribs and lungs? Villain didn’t know and didn’t care anymore. Seeing Henchman had been the final straw, the final betrayal. They were alone, with only the suffering to keep them company.

When the door opened that night, Villain braced for another attack. But when Hero showed up at the door, Villain couldn’t accept what they were seeing.

“[Hero] again… and who are these…” Villain dismissed their sloppy thought process. “Hallucinations… More lies… more trickery. [Hero] doesn’t care. No one cares…”Hero came closer to them, followed by their team, and Henchman in their uniform.

“No more… please… no more,” Villain whispered.

“Shh,” Hero said gently. “Sit up. You’re stressing your ribs, sit up for me and it’ll be better.”Villain didn’t move, didn’t acknowledge what was said. “You’re… not. Not real…”

“I am, [Villain]. I’m here, I’ve come to save you. [Henchman], they raised the alarm. We came as soon as we heard.”“[Hero] hates me… won’t come.”

Hero crouched down beside them and put a warm hand on their shoulder. “I am so sorry, [Villain]. You were right, I never meant those things, but I was upset. I want to fix this- I should never have let it happen in the first place but I want to help however I can now.”

Villain still didn’t answer.“Sit up, please,” Hero said gently. “It’ll help.”Villain strained their weak limbs to force themselves back against the wall, sitting up, face shiny with sweat, hair long and filthy, tatty and unkempt.

Villain reached forward and hugged Hero, not caring for the pain in their ribs. If they hugged it, it would disappear. It would go away and leave them to rot. But it didn’t. Hero stayed there, hugged them back, stroking the back of their head.

“I’m going to fix this,” Hero promised. They paused when they heard Villain sob, the way they pressed their head into the crook of Hero’s neck. Hero felt hot tears of their own.

“[Other Hero], get me that wheelchair. We need to get them back to the base, desperately.”Other Hero left and returned triumphant a few moments later. Hero struggled to help them in, but Villain would not let go of them. “Who are they?” they asked.

Hero looked at their team in confusion. “You… don’t remember? They’re my team. They want to help you too. It’s okay.” Hero managed to slip away from Villain so they could push the wheelchair, but Hero had to hang a hand over Villain’s shoulder for them to hold.

“They care,” Villain continued to murmur again with a weak smile. “I knew they cared…” They went limp in their chair.

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morallygreyprompts · 5 years

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Hi, I love your writing. Can you write a snippet of a hero and their sidekick fighting a villain and the sidekick is trying to convince the hero to kill/capture the villain, but the hero can't because the villain is the hero's younger sibling. Thanks!

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Hello there! Thank you so much, and thank you for your wait. I hope you like what I’ve written up. I do love me some sibling drama.

Hero and Sidekick exchanged glances from either side of the doorway. Villain looked to be alone, save for three henchmen. If they were careful this would be easy pickings. Sidekick made a gesture to Hero, asking if they were ready. Hero hesitated but slowly nodded.

They leapt out of their hiding place and lunged at the of the henchmen who had been standing guard at the door. They brought them down with great swiftness.

Villain shouted in alarm and drew a gun. They fired a few shots, each of them missed Hero by quite a long shot, but it was enough to drive them back into cover as they tried to make it over to them.

Sidekick was less easily deterred. They sprinted at Villain, hoping to reach them while their attention was on Hero. Villain fired a shot at them, catching them in the arm, but then they were out of bullets. They tried to reload but Sidekick had pounced, fighting the weapon out of their hands and throwing it out of range.

Hero came out of cover to help their sidekick, but the remaining Henchman blocked their path wielding a metal pipe. Hero struggled to avoid swing after swing, but as soon as they saw their opening, when the pipe was on its way down but had missed them, they elbowed the henchman in the face. They used the shock of the blow to keep going, managing to bring them down. Henchman used the pipe to block one of Hero’s punches. It sent a pang of heat into Hero’s knuckles and wrist. With a brutal spinning back kick, Hero knocked them out cold.

Looking up, Hero saw Sidekick struggling with Villain. Villain was choking them with one hand and punching them with the other, but Sidekick would not let go of them, wrapping their legs around them and doing their best to drag Villain forward toward them, to stop the punches having so much momentum. Hero saw Villain’s gun on the ground and scooped it up. They realised Villain had managed to put one bullet in it before it had been confiscated.

“Enough!” Hero shouted, aiming at Villain. Villain paused in their punches, but they kept their fist raised ready to start again.“Take the shot!” Sidekick screamed, “Get them off me!”“We both you won’t do it,” Villain said, turning to look at Hero. Hero saw the panic grow in Sidekick’s eyes as Villain’s grip tightened on their throat.

“[Hero]!” Sidekick cried again. Hero stormed closer to them. Villain’s grip only tightened with a determined scowl. Sidekick was so disorientated, they could hardly struggle to get them off. “Let them go, [Villain]. So help me, I will shoot.”Sidekick’s face was turning red with the demand for air.“Please!” Hero begged.

Hero heard movement behind them too late. The henchman with the pipe was awake. With a massive swing, they struck Hero over the back of the head and the next thing they knew they were on the ground. Villain was only just running out of sight, and Sidekick was gasping for air, on all fours, coughing, choking, and hacking up whatever their body thought was blocking their airway. Blood dripped down their arm and over their hand, coming to a stop on the filthy ground.

“What the hell was that!” Sidekick bellowed at them when they could breathe. Hero stayed on the ground, vision swimming and a feeling of nausea washing over them. “Sorry,” they murmured.

“Come on, we’re going home. And then you’re going to tell me what the- the- What happened?!” Sidekick made a loud growling noise out of frustration as they tried not to swear and lose their temper. “Up, now!”

Sidekick didn’t try to help Hero scrape themselves up off the ground. Hero could only use a crate to drag themselves up, swaying back and forth like a battered white flag in the breeze. “I couldn’t,“ they whispered.

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