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save-the-villainous-cat · 1 month

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Vampire hero x flirty villain but it’s HEAT SEASON *disappears*

“Shit, you’re a mess.” The villain crossed their arms in front of their chest and tilted their head, clearly amused.

“Yeah, listen…” The hero took in a deep breath. It was worse when they spent time with the villain, it always got worse too. Usually, they would hook up with a stranger but that simply didn’t satisfy them anymore.

The hero didn’t know what was wrong with them, they’d been “alive” for long enough now, they had dealt with this several times and had never had any problems. However, that had changed. And the hero hated change.

“You’re not sick, are you?” The villain took a step towards them. Slowly, they came closer and closer.

“No…no, I’m fine, I…hey, let’s just fight, okay?”

“You seem a little distracted.”

“I’m not.”

“Honey, you’re looking at everything I have to offer except for my pretty face.” The villain was in front of them now and the hero tried to keep their eyes on the villain’s. “I’ve done a little bit of research on vampires. Either you’re starving or…”

The hero grabbed their hand.

“Don’t say it.”

The villain’s smirk widened.

“Why not?”

“It’s embarrassing.”

“It doesn’t have to be,” the villain said. Their fingers traced the hero’s jawline. “You don’t have to be embarrassed, darling. It’s only natural, isn’t it?”

“Yes, but…” the hero began. They couldn’t control their thoughts, couldn’t control the daydreams about what they’d do with the villain.

They used to think this was a good thing, a pleasurable thing. But it had turned into a curse, had turned into a bottomless pit.

Deep down, the hero feared they had fallen for the villain. They feared they couldn’t be satisfied without them.

“Honey…” the villain said. They were everything the hero wanted in a partner. Intelligent, protective, flirty. They’d known each other for a while now. “You can’t fight in a state like this. I’ll end up on top of you and we’d reach the same outcome.”

The hero squeezed their eyes shut, trying to ignore their criminal libido. They hadn’t even thought about their actions. It was as if their body had carried them through the streets and to the villain’s apartment.

“I can’t ask that of you, it’s not right.” The hero grabbed the villain’s shoulder in search for something to stabilise them. They could feel their pulse banging in their ears.

“But I was the one suggesting it.” The villain caught the shell of the hero’s ear with their teeth softly. They bit down but released them just as quickly when the hero let out a quiet moan. “And you came to me…”

The hero was quiet. They touched the villain’s neck and caressed it, losing themselves to the feeling of someone actually caring about them.

“I can’t always control myself,” the hero whispered. “The biting or sometimes scratching, I can’t—”

“Hmmm,” the villain hummed and the hero was surprised to see a satisfied smile glued to their face. “I’m into that. So, don’t hold back, got it?”

“Are you sure you—?”

“If you’re really desperate we can do it on my desk, right here,” the villain suggested. They pressed the hero’s hips against the table and the hero could only attempt to whisper the villain’s name when they pressed their knee between the hero’s thighs. “What do you think?”

The hero didn’t know if they wanted to bite or devour the villain. Probably both.

“Y-yes, here is totally fine.”

“What a good vampire you are, hm?” the villain whispered against their ear. Their hand crawled up the hero’s thigh, slowly, agonisingly. “Three taps if it’s too much for you. You choose a safe word.”

The hero nodded.

“What do you want in return? Money? Information?”

“In return,” the villain said, their fingers playing with the hero’s underwear, “I want you to beg for it.”

Thus their affair began.

#idk don’t ask me #writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #an answer for an ask #request #suggestive #vampire hero #hero vampire #vampire x human

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saltydumplings · 7 months

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Prompt #86

"I don't think I belong here," the villain said.

The hero held them tighter as they danced, movements slow yet sharp when the music required it. "Nonsense. You're doing beautifully."

"I dance well, yes, but...the people--" The villain wasn't sure how to describe it. The hairs on the back of their neck had raised the second they entered the ballroom, heartbeat hitching in a way they couldn't understand. "I just think it's n-not my crowd."

"We had an agreement though," the hero reminded smoothly. "You do this one little favour for me, and I help you with your plans. You still want that, right?"

The villain didn't just want that, they needed that. Desperately. They wouldn't have come to the hero otherwise. But there was something about this place that was scaring them: the villain couldn't quite put their finger on it but it felt like the other guests were watching them without even turning their heads.

"How about this?" the hero tried to reason, the villain's faint distress apparently showing. "One more dance and then I'll take you home."

One more dance...

The villain could do one more dance.

Though, perhaps, if they had known that they were the only human in a room full of vampires they might have changed their mind.

#writing prompt #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain #hero x villain #human x monster #human x vampire #hero #villain #vampire

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some-messed-up-writing-for-you · 8 months

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Short Prompt #1271

CW: consensual mind control.

"You want me to... what?" the vampire quietly questioned, unsure if they had heard right.

The human sitting in their lap pouted. "Hypnotize me. Put me under a spell, whatever you wanna call it!"

"You would... trust me to have total control over you like that?" The monster was stunned - in awe and yet anxious. No one had ever asked such a thing of them.

"Love, I already look you in the eyes every day; of course, I trust you," Human said as if it was the most obvious fact of the universe, surprising their partner further.

"I... thought you didn't know... Whenever you looked me in the eyes, I thought..." Vampire trailed off. They held the human closer. "You really want me to...?"

Human nodded with an eager grin. "Yes! If you're uh... comfortable with that, of course."

The monster chuckled in disbelief. "I'm pretty sure I'm meant to ask you that after such a proposal."

The other laughed with them. "Well, I'm very comfortable with the idea. And you?"

The vampire grinned, letting their fangs show. "I think I wouldn't mind giving it a try~."

#writeblr #writing #writing prompt #short prompt #monster fucker #terato #human x monster #vampire x human #smuwfy #some messed up writing for you #tw: mind control

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winters-dream · 8 months

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Human!hero x Vampire!villain

The cell was cold, chilling Hero to the bone as they pushed the heavy door open. Its hinges groaned loudly as it swung open, revealing a dark room still of any life. Dead silence filled the small cell, Hero’s own breathing rang loudly in their ears. A flicker of doubt ran through their head, wondering if they had broken into the wrong cell until they made out an odd shape tucked into the corner’s shadows. A shape that looked suspiciously like Villain.

They took a few tentative steps forward, their eyes slowly adjusting to the dark as they took in the scene in front of them. Villain sat propped up against the wall, scars shining brightly against their paled skin, obviously caused by silver since they have yet to heal. Their own blood stained their skin, streaks of it painting the floor in various directions. An alarming amount of blood, enough for Villain to die if they were human.

Their chest heaved up and down feverishly despite not needing to breathe. Their eyes stayed shut as the hero approached them. Hero didn’t know if that was a good sign.

“Back again?” croaked the villain. Their voice was light despite the obvious pain laced within it. Their whole demeanor screamed calmed and laid back despite the absolute horror scene that has been made of them. “Didn’t break me enough to your liking the last time?”

Hero stood frozen. They didn’t know what to say or how to approach the villain. Their carefree facade did little to convince Hero they were okay. They could see the tension in their jawline, the caution of every breath they took, the grimace that wanted to creep onto their face. They could have fooled anyone else, but Hero knew them too well.

“The silent treatment, huh?” said the villain. “That’s okay, the sound of your voice makes my ears bleed. I can go without the headache.”

“Villain,” Hero called.

Villain’s eyes shot open at the sound of their voice, a mixture of shock and relief danced over their features.

“Hero,” they breathed. “What are you doing here?”

Hero stepped forward, crouching down in front of the villain, their hands finding the shackles that kept Villain chained to the ground. They were thick and heavy, each link the size of Hero’s wrists. They dug dangerously into the villain’s own wrists, threatening to cut into the skin.

“I’m breaking you out of here,” said Hero. They gave the chains an experimental tug, letting go with a wince at the pained hiss that left Villain’s mouth.

“My knight in shining armor?” asked Villain. “That’s sweet.”

They noticed the light blush that dusted over the Hero’s cheeks, visible to them even in the dark. A groan slipped past their lips as the hero continued to feel around the chains. “But it’ll be safer for you if you leave. You know better than I do how unpredictable your precious Superhero is.”

Hero tightened their grip on the chains, opting for trying to pull them out of the floor. “That’s all the more reason why I need to get you out of here before you die.”

“Awe, you care,” cooed Villain, a small smirk made its way to their face. They let out a series of fleeting gasps as Hero pulled on the chains once again.

They gripped onto Hero’s arm, to prevent them from pulling again. Their soft skin, warm to the touch and thrumming with life. Their pulse beating rapidly below Villain’s thumb, their blood running through their veins. Their sweet scent filtering through their nose. Villain bit their lip, aching for a bite.

"When's the last time you fed? How long?" asked Hero. And Villain didn't know the answer, couldn't even tell Hero how long Superhero has had them here. The days, weeks, months, all blurred together in an endless cycle with no clear beginning or end.

Hero huffed a sigh, displeased with the lack of response. They shuffled closer to Villain, hands tugging at the collar of their own shirt which earned a light chuckle from Villain.

“What are you doing?” they asked.

“What does it look like I’m doing? Come here and drink my blood.”

Hero shuffled closer, a leg tossed over one of the villain’s. The scene almost looked strangely intimate, if it weren’t for the blood that surrounded them and the deathly look on the Villain’s face. Hero wasn’t sure how long Villain had left to live, but they were certain that they were the criminal’s only hope right now.

“Hero, I’m starving,” said Villain. “If you let me drink your blood, I’ll likely kill you.”

Despite their words, they pulled Hero closer, their chains rattling loudly against the floor. They inhaled deeply, the hero’s intoxicating scent flooding their senses. It was heavenly, Villain’s favorite scent.

Hero couldn’t help the small scoff that climbed up their throat. “Since when did you care whether I live or die? Given your reputation of hunting heroes, I expected you to kill me years ago.”

Villain tilted their head to the side, their signature smirk returning to their face. “You’re an unexpected exception. But don’t worry, your last breath won’t be today. I’ll be gentle when I drink from you.”

Their hands traveled down Hero’s back, slowly making their way to their butt, but Hero was quick to divert. They pulled their hands away and pushed them against the ground with a shake of their head.

“I’m only offering you my blood.”

Villain never lost their smirk as they shook their head as well. “Of course.”

They leaned forward, wasting no time to find the hero’s pulse and sink their fangs into their neck. They heard the hero’s pained gasp, but made no move to let up. Hero’s blood was warm, fresh, heavenly on Villain’s tongue. It sated a hunger so deep within the villain, they never knew a sweeter relief. It took every little ounce of inner strength the villain had left within them to not drain Hero dry right now. They took gulp after gulp, finally taking one last drag of the hero’s blood before letting go with guttural sigh.

They slumped back against the wall of their cell, a smile spread over their lips as they felt the blood do its work and heal what was wrong with them. Their energy renewed, their wounds closing up, their mind clearing and senses more acute. They were forever grateful to the hero and their delicious blood they graciously offered them.

Their chains rattled, a weak tug at their wrists. They opened their eyes to find the hero weakly pulling at the chains keeping Villain glued to the floor. Their efforts made Villain laugh as they replaced the crime fighter's hands with their own, breaking the shackles off their wrists with ease. They let out a relieved hiss, rubbing their wrists as feeling slowly returned to their hands. They glanced at Hero once more, giving the side of their face a light pat and stood up.

“You did well, Hero.”

Hero could only nod as the villain pulled them along into a stand, their footing uneasy as they swayed. “Let’s get out of here.”

“And just where do you think that is?”

Hero whipped their head around, Superhero standing in the open doorway with their arms crossed over their chest. Hero stood still, like a deer caught the headlights. They’ve been caught. Freeing the enemy. Superhero met them with a disappointed look.

“Hero, what are you doing?”

The sound of Superhero’s voice snapped Hero into action as they quickly moved to stand in front of the villain to shield them. A huge wave of dizziness ran over them, their vision coming in and out of focus as they moved. But they stayed their ground, refusing to leave Villain’s side. They noticed the superhero’s eyes dancing over their body, focusing on their labored breathing, their tired eyes, the obvious puncture wounds on the side of their neck, the blood drying around the edges.

“Hero, are you out of your mind?” demanded Superhero. “Feeding that demon? Giving it your blood?”

“They were starving,” defended the hero. “You locked them up and waited for them to die from starvation. That violates our code of conduct, I should report you—”

“Report me? I’m doing the world a favor, keeping that thing locked up.” Superhero placed their hands on their hips, fingers brushing over the stake they had tucked into their belt. They gave Villain a look filled with a mixture of disgust and fear before scolding the hero once more.

“It’s a demon, a bloodsucking parasite who will stop at nothing to drink away the entire world’s population,” they said. “Demons like this one are always hungry. And you willingly gave it your blood. It knows what you taste like now and will cling to you like a leech. It won’t stop until it’s taken every last drop of blood from your body.”

“If you want to survive at all, you need to kill it now.” Superhero tossed their stake at Hero, Hero catching it clumsily as the large amount of blood Villain took from them delayed their reaction time. They simply looked at the silver weapon before meeting Superhero’s eyes.

“I’m not killing Villain,” they said. “I’m not like you, I don’t kill people.”

Superhero scoffed, loudly and dramatically. “Listen to you, that demon has you wrapped around its finger. Its charming words and pretty face has you throwing away the very core of your beliefs. It’s not human, it’s not people. Killing it is what’s good for the world.”

Hero’s chest was heavy with disgust at their superior’s constant insistence of calling Villain an ‘it’. They were talking circles around each other. It almost felt like Superhero was a parent scolding a stubborn child, Hero refused to let Superhero win this argument.

“I’m not killing them.”

“You make a poor excuse of a vampire hunter then,” said Superhero. “If you’re so quick to defend the very reason we even need heroes in the first place. Need I remind you, this monster has killed countless humans. Countless heroes. You shouldn't feel sympathy for them, and definitely shouldn't spare their life.”

Hero simply shook their head, reiterating that they don’t kill people and call it heroism. Superhero’s face slowly morphed from one of disappointment to fear the more they stared each other down.

“Hero, you’re making a mistake,” they said. Their voice wavered as they spoke, their eyes locked onto the villain with a fearful gaze. “Villain is not someone you should be protecting.”

Superhero took a step forward, their arm outstretched for the hero. But Villain was faster. At a speed higher than Hero could follow with their eyes, Villain had moved to stand between the two heroes with Hero’s stake in their hand. A blink of an eye was all it took and Superhero was on the ground, Hero’s stake plunged deep into their neck.

Hero, too stunned to speak, stared at Villain as they turned back to face them, a wicked grin plastered on the criminal’s face. They pulled Hero close to them with ease, securing their arms tightly around their waist.

“I really must thank you, Hero,” said the villain. “Superhero was no easy feat. They’ve been on my list for years now.”

It began to click together. “This was all just a plan to kill Superhero?” asked Hero.

“Of course,” Villain’s hand came up to lightly caress Hero’s face, a shock going down their spine from the tender touch. “And you played your part out perfectly.”

“Played my part?” Hero asked. Villain nodded, their face so close to Hero’s, their breath fanned over their face. “You knew I would come save you.”

“Was counting on it. We make a pretty good team, you and I.” Something in Villain’s eyes changed, an idea coming to them. A wonderful idea that left Villain feeling almost giddy at the prospect.

“Why don’t we do just that? Become a team. We can reign terror on the world together, kill heroes together. We’ll be the Bonnie and Clyde of the twenty-first century. Only more dangerous. And more powerful.”

Hero glanced between the villain’s hopeful gaze to the dead superhero on the ground. The superhero they inadvertently helped Villain kill. Bile rose at the back of their throat at Villain’s plan, what they were asking. They wanted Hero to turn their back on the very core of their being. Do evil instead of fight it.

They glanced at the villain once more, mouth opened to speak. But before they could usher out a single syllable, they lost consciousness, the exhaustion from blood loss finally catching up to them.

Villain grinned.

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cinnabon-sweetroll-tiramisu · 6 months

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Vampire Arthur: [chuckling] We're like two sides of the same coin.

Merlin: [freezes]

Vampire Arthur: [concerned] Merlin?

Merlin: [tears falling] Fuck, hearing that shouldn't make me cry. He would've called me a girl for crying, I uh [wipes away his tears] shit, sorry. [tries to smile]

Vampire Arthur: [curious and slightly jealous] Who?

Merlin: [shakes his head] Someone from my past, anyways—

Vampire Arthur: [holds Merlin shoulders trying to peer into Merlin's eyes] Tell me who holds your heart still?

Merlin: [looks back at Arthur then to the side] A King, whom I'll wait forever for even if it kills me each day to do so.

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thepenultimateword · 8 months

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Prompt #228

“Y-you died. I-I held you in my arms.”

“Yeah!” The newly raised vampire flashed their fangs with a wide grin. “And I came back! Isn’t that cute?”

#inspired by Arms Tonite #by Mother Mother #also wanted to do the version of vampires where they literally have to die to become a vampire #and they rise from the grave later #can you tell I read Dracula lately?#prompt #short prompt #writing prompt #creative writing #writblr #vampire #vampire x human #supernatural #fantasy

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threefandomsinatrenchcoat · 7 months

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Jaskier is a vampire who doesn't want to kill humans so he goes for Geralt as he knows the witcher would survive and heal well

Geralt is a witcher being followed by a fledgeling vampire and very exasperated but unwilling to kill the man for trying to be good

What follows are a lot of fun adventures, Jaskier constantly trying to have a little nibble, Geralt pushing him away like he's Roach looking for a treat in his pockets, friendship, music, and confused other witchers who are unsure why Geralt hasn't gotten rid of the vampire in some way, yet. (Because Geralt is NOT AT ALL fond of his little bat, clearly.)

#writing inspiration #writing prompt #the witcher #geraskier #geralt of rivia #geralt x jaskier #geralt z rivii #geralt of rivera #jaskier #non human jaskier #vampire jaskier #vampires

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promptspa · 2 years

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Random Prompt #90

"Did you just fucking bite me?" "...Yes, only a little. It's an affectionate thing, I promise."

#prompts #dialogue prompts #page's prompts #prompt list #fanfiction prompts #romance prompts #action prompts #otp prompts #fluff prompts #monster prompts #human x monster prompts #monster x human prompts #monster x human #human x monster #humor prompts #supernatural prompts #vampire prompts #werewolf prompts #beast prompts

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creadigol · 9 months

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"Can you believe we actually found it?" Protagonist gripped the 'Tear of the Moon' tightly in their gloved covered hands. Years of searching, a decade of research and they had finally FINALLY tracked it down. They finally had their salvation.

"No...I really can't."

Protagonist turned to their partner, elated smile dropping from their face as they noted their partner's expression.

"What's wro..."

"I sincerely hoped it wouldn't have been you...but then again you are the best. Sorry, love, but this is strictly business." Their eyes met.

Protagonist gripped the object closer to their chest as fear overtook their heart. Their partner's eyes...their teeth...what the hell?!

"Now, now love...Don't look at me like that. I've been looking for this far longer than you have...now hand it over."

All those years, all the time spent together, the inside jokes, the shared moments, the shared everything...how had they never noticed their partner was the very thing the government commissioned the two of them to destroy?

#cottagecore #writers #vampire #vampcore #vampire prompts #writing promt #writing #creative writing #writing community #writer #snippet #halloween #human x vampire #relationship #protagonist x antagonist #protagonist #plot #character creation #editing

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surplus-of-sarcasm · 8 months

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Snippet #29

TW: Blood, angst, vampire (turning involved, but it's consensual), not edited damn

I am so sorry for not writing for so long, it's just that for a while my life's been a mess and kinda is now. Anyyywayy, hope u enjoy <; 3

"You know you can't get too far," a lazy, and yet painstakingly familiar voice drawled after Hero.

They were running as fast as humanely possible, ignoring the cramps as their legs worked like machinery to carry them at a speed they never even knew was achievable.

It didn't matter in the slightest, and the villain was right; if anything, it only served to humiliate the hero further. In the dark, the villain had the upper hand. The night was theirs, and they ruled with an iron fist.

It was simply a game of time, simply depending on exactly when the villain got bored of toying with them.

If the hero was quick, their adversary was supernaturally fast. If they hid in the dark, between thickets of trees, held their breath and became practically invisible, the criminal could sniff them out like a bloodhound, could see at night just as clearly, if not even more.

As though to prove their point, to bring some rationality to a seemingly irrational fear, the villain materialised next to them from the shadows, a dagger-sharp smirk on their pale-skinned complexion, as the moonlight cast a cool, dim glow on their features.

"Darling," the villain purred as the hero nudged their elbow into their shoulder, "you know that doesn't feel like anything to me, right?" They raised a dark eyebrow, entirely amused as the crime-fighter opened their mouth and tried to insult them, except all that came out was an incoherent snarl of rage.

"Exhausted isn't the best look on you, lovely," the criminal added, frowning a little at the hero's disheveled state; their hair astray in every direction, the sweat beading down their temples and the tatters in their clothes from where the branches snagged on the fabric.

Still, the hero tried their hardest to ignore their nemesis, still continued lying to themselves, thinking they could outsmart one the most cunning bastards they'd ever met. But the hero was nothing, if not a fighter, the type to try and break through stone with their teeth and nails if that was all they had because even if they died before making a dent in solid rock, the blood on their hands would be a testament to their effort.

Except right now, they wished to scream at the villain, to use every profane word their tongue could form, but the bile rising in their throat made it difficult to say a word. And sure, they'd been trained to act with ruthless efficiency, but nothing in their training had prepared them for playing a losing game with the supernatural.

"I don't see why you're running like a racehorse, Hero," the villain called out, leaning back against a tree, impatiently tapping their nails against the trunk, calmer than ever.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe it's that I don't want to die," the hero hissed through gritted teeth, already out of breath and entirely furious that the villain could still see their humiliated blush in the dark.

Except the villain hadn't broken out into a fanged grin, no teasing remark falling from their lips. Instead they pulled away from the tree like they'd been burnt, their relaxed posture disappearing along with their casual demeanor like smoke. "Hero," the immortal started gently, "do you think if I wanted to hurt you, I wouldn't have tried already?"

"Is that supposed to help?" the crime-fighter scoffed incredulously, finally stopping in their tracks, exhausted.

"I guess not," the villain attested, running a tired hand down their face, looking embarrassed for the life of them, and if the hero had been in a better mood, they would've found the absence of their long-time enemy's quintessential smug face amusing.

"Well," the villain said, the uncertainty bleeding out of their tone as fast they could manage, "all this," they said, waving their hand indicatively, "it's because I want you." They crossed some of the distance between them, and there was just enough light to see the knife-sharp emeralds soften into something they've never seen before, instead of the hungry flash of red they'd expected.

For a moment, the hero wondered if this was the vampire's intoxicating hypnotism, the poisoned honey many a tale warned of. Except it seemed nothing like it, this was raw and almost terrifyingly intimate as the criminal's feet trudged closer to the where the hero was, the crime-fighter themselves moving in tandem with them. They were breathing each other's air, except Hero was still terrified. The villain's sudden inclination to be gentle didn't completely take the edge off the situation. "You're not lusting for my blood?" they breathed out, carefully searching the villain's face for an answer.

"No," they replied, their hands gently resting on the hero's shoulders, cold against their skin, but their burning skin welcomed the feeling as the villain's fingers gripped onto the shredded fabric coyly, "it smells like heaven, but it isn't why you mean something to me. I shouldn't be able to stand this close and not give in to my instincts. But here I am, and I don't even care," they half-whispered, their hand now stroking patterns down to half of the hero's spine, and if suppressing their emotions hadn't been hammered into them like stone, they would have shivered at the touch.

"And why me? Does something about me make you feel powerful?" the crime-stopper asked, almost challengingly, their hand gripping onto the villain's strong arm, a slight upturn of the corner of their lip as the vampire's breath caught in their throat for a moment. There was something entirely powerful about watching the expressions on their face change ever so subtly.

"Quite the contrary. I like the taste of power, yes, but my ego isn't so fragile that I deeply need someone to feed it. You make me feel I can fight for something. Like I should." The villain's hands were in their hair now, stroking through the strands like it was common practice, like they weren't setting something in the hero's heart on fire.

The vulnerability in the criminal's eyes, the tone of their voice, even though it wasn't the seductive drawl they were all too familiar with, pulled them into something they forgot they were capable of feeling. They wrapped both their arms around the villain, pulling them closer against their chest, unable to understand how they could go from being terrified to whatever this was, but maybe they didn't need to.

They just knew they wanted the villain, they always did. Even when they ran, they weren't scared of their enemy's bloodlust as much as they were scared of their own attraction to someone they were never supposed to have, of how those emotions controlled them.

They weren't sure when the criminal's lips were pressed to their cheekbone in a kiss, and they weren't cold, no. They weren't dead, they were nothing if not so incredibly alive, a trail of fire quickly gone cold as the villain pulled away.

"Talk to me, love," the vampire half-whispered, taking the hero's hands into theirs, their fingers skirting over their knuckles gently.

For a moment, the crime-fighter’s grip on the villain's hands loosened, and their eyes met the mist shrouding the trees ahead, and they almost wished to run, but they steeled themselves. "I'd stay with you, I'd be yours," they murmured into the criminal's shoulder.

"But?"

"Don't you realise that out of both of us, only you live forever? That your strength needs a match or you'll suffer, and we both know it?" they said earnestly, swallowing the acid in their throat and somehow managing to stop the tears pricking at their eyes from threatening to flow.

The villain's eyes widened for a moment before their hand came to rest on the hero's neck. "Do you trust me?"

The crime-fighter bit down on their lip harshly, swallowing the fear of the risk like it was nothing. For their whole life, they'd been so cautious, planning every step of the way, and it was exhausting.

Screw it. Screw it all.

They nodded, and that was when the villain's fangs were in their neck, the gentle grip of their arm on their waist, and the hero's grip tightened on their body as they shivered, holding out through the pain, just until the villain's own blood dripped into their system. And it felt like being brought back from the dead, the rush of adrenaline coursing through their veins. The criminal held out their arm, and the hero bit into it like it was second nature, and instead of the metallic taste they were used to, crimson honey made its way down their throat, the intoxicating scent wafting into their nose unannounced.

They finally pulled away to see Villain smiling at them as the cut on their arm closed just as fast it opened. They must've been hilarious, blood all over their face. but if the criminal noticed, they didn't mention it. "Can I have you, love?" they asked.

The hero nodded again, wrapping an arm around their shoulders and grinning, ignoring, or perhaps proud of their blood-stained fangs.

Happy endings may be a luxury not every love story can afford, but that does not mean they are unattainable. Hidden feelings are the bitter poison the heart burns itself alive with because emotions are not to be left till they rot into something cold and empty. No one said it is meant to be easy, but it is all the more worth to try.

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me-writes-prompts · 8 months

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-:Random prompt #1:-

By @me-writes-prompts (see pinned post before using the prompt)

“So, you go around sucking people’s blood, is that it?” The human tilted their head sideways, arching a curious eyebrow, their eyes gleaming with the light coming from the moon that stood high in the sky.

The vampire lifted their chin a little high. “What?…yes.”

“Oh, how no fun. Sounds boring, really. Having to drink blood. Can you eat normal food or no?” The human asked again. The vampire breathed a sigh. They just wanted to have their dinner in peace, but there was no peace to be found. This human wouldn’t leave them alone for the past 15 minutes they had found them, stumbling in the woods. They were testing their patience, which was running thin on ice.

The vampire scowled. “If you weren’t so brave, I would have killed you by now, you stupid human.” The human grinned, taking a step closer to the vampire who scowled further, smelling their scent.

“Surely you can’t be saying I’m ‘stupid’ after I saved you from a pack of wolves. It’s quite the opposite.” The human murmured, voice lowering. The vampire grudgingly turned away, not wanting to look at the human with their mischievous grin still plastered perfectly across their face. The human was right, they did save them from the pack of wolves, but even if they hadn’t, the vampire knew they could very well save themself from the hungry animals.

The vampire scoffed before muttering, “Just because you saved me, doesn’t mean I won’t try to kill you.”

The human smirked, licking their lips. “I’d like to see you try, little vampie.”

The vampire flushed at the nickname and glared at the human. The human in return flashed them another smug smile, feigning indifference to the vampire’s words. It was if they weren’t scared at all for their life, it was jarring to the fanged creature. It had been a few good years since they saw someone who wasn’t intimidated by them.

They tried to say something, but a growl erupted from behind them, making them falter. There was a presence, the human could sense it too as they flickered their eyes around frantically. The vampire froze. The strong smell of the sea tinged with strawberries entered their senses. A strange combination, really. But they knew who it was. Their worst enemy, who was the head of the wolf pack that lived in the woods. The woods they were currently standing in.

Flirt human x flustered human? Yeah, count me in.

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save-the-villainous-cat · 1 month

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MORE SUBMISSIVE VAMPIRE MEN PLEASE ‼️‼️

When the villain walked in, they didn’t know what demanded more attention: the hero decaying on the couch or the scary amount of bottles of blood around him.

“You called?” they asked him and walked around the couch. Calculating in their head, they came to the conclusion that at least five people would be dead by now if those bottles full of blood were the result of his killing.

“Yeah…”

However, they also suspected that those were donations. He would never kill anyone.

“Doesn’t seem like you need my help, though,” the villain said. Nevertheless, they took off their jacket.

“This blood tastes like shit,” the hero said. “Been trying to get used to the taste for a week now. Maybe I’m getting sick or something.”

“Is that even possible?” the villain asked. They took off their shoes.

“Ugh, I don’t know. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“Maybe you just missed me,” the villain said and before he could say anything, they sat down on his hips, making his eyes squeeze shut when they moved.

“Maybe…” he mumbled. He cursed quietly but eventually, his hands found the villain’s waist. “God, I hate you.”

The villain smiled, excited to make this more interesting.

“You’re not a very good liar.” They went through his hair a couple of times and tried to be gentle.

“Ugh, gimme a break. I’m trying.”

“What’s this about?” the villain asked. Their lips were on his neck instantly, kissing cold skin as softly as possible.

They knew this wasn’t the kind of relationship that they wanted. They knew this wasn’t supposed to be including feelings. But they couldn’t help it.

Admittedly, the villain had pushed their feelings away for months now, had tried to ignore the hero and his kind demeanour. His sweet laugh and his soft fingers.

It hadn’t been easy. It hadn’t been fun.

And when they had accidentally hooked up one time, the villain had almost freaked out, fearing the coming days of awkwardness. However, he had never made them feel that way.

One hook up had turned into two, two had turned into four and now the villain searched for every excuse to visit him.

But it didn’t give them the satisfaction they craved.

“Why’d you call me?” the villain asked.

“…had a bad day at work,” he said. His fingers ran along the villain’s spine but his eyes seemed absent. “Needed to see you.”

“Poor boy,” the villain murmured. This time, they kissed him on the lips, still gentle, even though he seemed to want a little more.

“Work wasn’t even that bad, maybe I’m just having a bad week? I can’t tell.”

“When did this start?” they asked. The villain sat up on the hero’s hips and watched him carefully. “Do you need me to get you more blood? Any preference? Want me to kill people with a specific blood type?”

“Nonono,” he said. His eyes were half-lidded and the villain shifted their hips a little more to stir him up. Immediately, the hero grabbed their waist. “You evil little—”

His eyes widened.

“When did this start?” they asked, slightly amused at the hero’s fingers digging through the layers of clothes the villain had on.

“After you kissed me for the first time, I think.”

“Oh, was it that bad?”

“No, it’s…I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t stop thinking about having you.” The villain raised an eyebrow. “Please, just kiss me again.”

“What was that?” The villain’s lips curled into a smile. Their hand found the hero’s jawline, forcing him to look at them.

“Please kiss me,” he repeated. He bit his bottom lip nervously and it showed off his little fangs. It was adorable.

“Is that all you want?” the villain asked, leaning over him. They were cruelly close, lips nearly touching.

“Oh, come on…” His eyes dropped to the villain’s lips, to their neck.

“What else?” the villain asked.

“Can I bite you? Please? I will be gentle, I promise. You just taste so…fucking good.”

“Go on, what else?” The villain’s hand found his neck. They didn’t squeeze.

“Please, don’t make me say it.”

“Are you embarrassed?”

“…a little.” The villain laughed softly. There were so many ways to say “sleep with me” and yet, the hero was still too nervous to say it.

“C’mon. Compared to you, I don’t bite. Unless you ask me, that is. So…tell me what you want.”

“Please be mine,” he said. “Be mine forever.”

The villain froze.

They had not expected that.

#writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #an answer for an ask #request #vampire x human #vampirexhuman #human x vampire #humanxvampire #suggestive

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saltydumplings · 7 months

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Prompt #84

"Are you a haemophiliac?" the villain suddenly asked.

The hero turned to them with a look of surprise. "Yeah, I...how did you know?"

The villain's fangs were practically throbbing. Everything in them was screaming to bite, bite, bite - to take the hero's throat between their teeth and drink.

But instead they held themself back. Smiled sly and slow.

"Because I'm a vampire. How else?" they said.

The hero rolled their eyes. "Yeah, right. The only thing you suck out of anything is fun."

The other would never know how much the villain wished that was true...

#writing prompt #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain #hero x villain #human x vampire #hero #villain #vampire

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some-messed-up-writing-for-you · 7 months

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Short Prompt #1304

CW: violence.

“No one had ever put you in your place before, have they?” the vampire sneered, kicking the hunter into yet another old wall that crumbled under their weight. “You’ve never met the bigger fish, hm? Thought you were the top dog?”

The human could only cough in response, blood dribbling from their many wounds. Tired of this game, the vampire picked them up by the collar and held them aloft.

It bared its teeth in their face. “I despise ones like you. At least the other hunters realize how pathetically weak they are compared to me.”

#writeblr #writing #writing prompt #short prompt #monster fucker #terato #human x monster #human x vampire #smuwfy #some messed up writing for you #tw: violence

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Vampire villain, who finds themselves in trouble, since they bumped onto hero while walking desesperatly through the streets bc they have resisted the need to feed because [insert random reason]. Hero has no idea they are a vampire and offers to help...maybe they get a little too close and villain can't resist.

villain realizes later in a more conscious state, feels guilty and so they try their best to apologize and explain?

Sorry for my ranting and the long request💀💀💀

tw: blood, this one's pretty suggestive lads🏃

When the morning came, so did a rush of forgotten memories.

The piercing of the moonlight against their sensitive eyes, the clawing hunger making its way through their throat. They distinctly remembered an influx of scents, one of them being the strongest of all – Hero.

Images paraded in their mind. Seeing their flushed face, their quivering bottom lip, head tipped back against the wall and the smooth collumn of their neck exposed divinely for them. They could remember feeling the heat from their skin bleeding into their own, their hands entangling within their hair, tugging on it whenever a moan would leave their lips.

The sound of their trembling breath cutting through the air, each whimper and each keen moan filling their mind. It almost drowned out the rush of their blood through their veins, calling the villain closer, but only almost.

The way they shivered and twitched under their rough touches. The way their eyes rolled to the back of their head and their eyelashes fluttered in lust.

“Villain...”

They could remember it vividly. Their name rolled off their tongue in those delectable, high pitched whines.

“Villain, I-I can’t see.”

The vampire suddenly felt a shock wave smack into them, and they launched from their bed in a frantic haste. The end of their memories played fruitfully on their mind; none of it good. None of it like they had indulged just moments ago.

The sunlight didn’t bother them anymore as they rushed to the hospital, uncaring of the blur of strangers moving past them. They demanded the receptionist the hospital room they were staying in, and darted up before they could say thank you.

As they came into the room, their eyes drifted to the hospital bed. Hero was lay flat on their back, their eyes closed peacefully and chest rising and falling in a steady, healthy rhythm. A small tube was feeding them a bag of rich blood, the smell tickling their hunger slightly.

Villain released a relieved sigh, and slumped down into the seat in exasperation.

They hadn’t meant to lose control like they did.

They don’t know what prevented them from draining Hero dry, but they were thankful of it regardless. They hadn’t meant to bite them the way did. They must have truly lost all their humanity by making them feel like that—a predator luring their prey into the palm of their hands, making them feel safe in their arms.

It was common for many vampires to make their prey feel a pleasure they had never felt before as they drained them dry, like they were giving them the courtesy of a humane death. But Villain felt like it was nothing but cunning manipulation into making sure they got what they wanted.

How far gone must they have been to see Hero as nothing but food?

The memories resurfaced again; Hero’s arched back and their soft moans.

Their stomach twisted and turned, a strange desire setting alight in their chest. Villain observed their sleeping face, remembering the expression of pure bliss, hardly able to control themselves.

“I’m sorry,” they murmured softly, clasping their hands together. “I know you’re awake, your heart rate just increased. Let me explain.”

After a few seconds, the hero’s beautiful eyes fluttered open. They couldn’t get the image of those beautiful doe eyes staring up at them, that cute dumbness the only thing occupying their thoughts. The blood running down their neck, soaking their suit, making them look so appetising. Villain clenched their jaw and quickly looked away.

“I wasn’t in control,” they began to explain. “That night, it had been too long since I’d fed. I wasn’t in the right state of mind. I wasn’t even me.”

Hero’s face looked pale and anemic. Their eyes were staring at them, hair flush against the pillow. Their fingers rubbed together nervously.

“You were going to kill me,” they whispered, as if the thought had never occured to them in the first place. Villain could understand, being as the pleasure they experienced that night was meant to make them think the exact opposite.

Villain nodded their head slowly. “Yes, I was going to devour you.”

The hero’s eyes were wide and naive. “It felt good.”

“It’s meant to,” they matched their volume. “Stops you from running away.”

Hero’s eyes were glued onto them, digesting each and every word. It seemed they were trying to find a way to transfer their thoughts into coherent words. Villain was sure the immense blood loss was taking a while to get them back to full strength.

They had almost killed them. They were most likely still dazed.

“It felt good,” they repeated softly, shaking their head. “I wasn’t going to run away.”

Villain finally met their gaze. The hero was staring at them with this strange look in their eyes, slightly glazed over, most likely from the numerous drugs the hospital had them on overnight. They could see the memories, more vivid in their mind, flickering through their eyes. The villain swallowed the lump in their throat.

They placed a hand on the edge of the bed, leaning closer to their face. The hero subconsciously pressed themselves into the pillows, gaze darting over their face rapidly.

“I said I was going to devour you,” the villain purred softly, their eyes going dark and cold, moving towards their lips. “That night, which way did you want it?”

Hero looked like they had lost the ability to breathe. Villain watched as the collumn of their throat bobbed, hearing their heart increase in pace, faster and faster, stirring something primal within them.

“I wanted you to fuck me,” they breathed. “I didn’t want to die. I panicked, and you let me go.”

The vampire’s belly stirred at those filthy words, wondering what that would sound like if they’d expressed it the night they had them like putty against the wall. But Villain knew better than to indulge in such a fantasy. They seemed to stiffen, and they drew back, looking away.

“It wasn’t real,” they simply replied. “You weren’t in your right mind. Neither of us were.”

The hero looked stung. Their eyes widened a fraction before they forced themselves to look away, shaking off their impulsive thoughts. They went back to fiddling with their fingers, pulling on them shakily.

“Yeah, right,” they whispered, a strained, and weak smile making its way onto their lips. “I’m sorry.”

Villain couldn’t let themselves think it was real, otherwise it might hurt them too much. They straightened their shirt and bowed their head.

“Take care, Hero,” they murmured gently. “Make a fast recovery, okay?”

When the hero looked up to reply, the vampire was already gone.

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