aflyingsheepnamedrose

[aflyingsheepnamedrose]

OMG IM LITERALLY THIS FISH RIGHT NOW

Heal me

Warnings: slightly suggestive/ kissing, touch starved Villain, sort of hurt/comfort.

Based on and inspired by this wonderful idea by the amazing @aflyingsheepnamedrose. I had to write this, it was simply eating me alive.

Villain's body hits the wall, sliding down onto the concrete floor with a loud thud. They groan, every limb of theirs aching with dull pain and acute yearning. They cough out blood but cannot stop themself from thinking about the gentle brush of Hero's fingertips against their skin that will follow once the 'battle' is over. They've been deprived of it for far longer than they could handle, their starved body longing for the pain to be followed by a touch.

Hero lands next to them, fisting their shirt to drag them into a standing position. Villain sags against the wall, heaving through every breath. Yet their injuries have positively nothing to do with the dire need flaming in their veins. It's severe, all-consuming, and it terrifies the living light out of them. Villain craves Hero's touch with the entirety of their being. Villain craves Hero. 

"Think you should surrender?" Hero suggests, eyeing Villain with a hint of concern in their bright blue eyes. Their fingers feel almost tender when they curl around Villain's chin, lifting it up so their intent gaze can inspect their buttered face.

"Not yet," Villain gargles, blood filling their mouth again. They turn away, spitting it out before meeting Hero's eyes, a pleasant thrill feeling their lungs at the sight of Hero's distress.

"I won't..." Hero wants to say they won't keep up the vicious cycle they found themselves in. They won't fight Villain anymore - only to spend the following night healing them with their touch. Hero wants Villain to know that they can't keep hurting them, that it tears them apart in ways they never imagined possible, and that it is the reason they've been avoiding them. That they cannot handle witnessing - worse yet, inflicting - their pain. They want to say that Villain doesn't need injuries to have Hero showering them with kisses. They want to tell Villain they need them safe and sound, not beaten and buttered. Hero needs Villain.

But they don't say that. They can't. Instead, they threaten. "Surrender, or I won't heal you anymore."

Villain has to restrain themself from outright begging. They press their lips together, nodding shortly, and avert their eyes, gulping as their mind runs at a hundred miles a minute. Hero's hands let go of their shirt and Villain exhales shakily, shutting their eyes to suppress the shudder raking through their entire being. Something inside them quivers, helpless and desperate. Villain decides to call it disappointment, but then Hero's arms wrap around them, picking them off the ground with close to no effort.

Villain knows it's not disappointment, because the quiver in their chest grows stronger, thrashing against their ribs with unabated persistence. They refuse to open their eyes as Hero carries them all the way to their apartment and straight to their bedroom.

They lay Villain down on their bed and sit beside them, cupping their jaw with a cold hand. "Vil..." Hero's voice is small, and - if Villain didn't know better - they'd think it sounds choked up. "Look at me."

Villain groans, peeling their eyes open. The sight that greets them leaves their heart throbbing in their throat. Hero's eyes are brimming with tears, and their lips are trembling when they lean in, pressing them to Villain's forehead. They pull away, only to plant a kiss on Villain's split eyebrow, then shift to their bruising cheekbone, over to the other one - the small cut on it heals in mere seconds.

Villain watches them with bated breath, biting the inside of their cheek to keep any sounds from escaping them. Hero's hand on their jaw moves, tilting their head up as their lips trail down Villain's neck, ghosting over their collarbones. Villain registers a wet sensation on their skin but fails to process what it is until it drips down the base of their throat, leaving a damp trail in its wake.

Another drop hits Villain's burning skin, then one more. Their nemesis chooses to ignore them as their hands make quick work of Villain's shirt, pushing it open and trailing their lips down Villain's chest, fixing a broken rib back into place.

"Hero?" Villain can't help it when their hands take hold of Hero's head, lifting it off their body. Their tear-stained face wrecks Villain's heart worse than any injury could.

"I can't." Hero mutters in explanation, leaning down to plant another tender kiss onto Villain's feverish skin, their hands gripping their enemy's sides with uncharacteristic urgency. "I can't..."

"Hero, please," the pleading tone of their voice seems to snap Hero out of it as they withdraw hastily, their eyes widening. Villain moves to sit up.

"I'm sorry, I was... t-that was the last cut, y-you're all good now," Hero stutters out, panic contorting their face into a mask of horror. "I didn't mean to overstep."

Villain can't help the chuckle that escapes them at that conclusion. Their fingers brush through Hero's hair, earning a soft sigh from their nemesis. "I wasn't exactly trying to protest the kisses."

"You were not?" Hero repeats, their gaze finally daring to land on Villain as the criminal shakes their head. "I thought you wanted me to stop." Hero confesses, their head dropping, only to be brought back up again.

"No way in hell." The words fly out of their mouth before Villain can process them. They cannot bring themself to care about the consequences at this point. Not when Hero's hands are rubbing their sides unconsciously, not when they can still feel Hero's tears on their skin. "If you ask me, you don't have to stop, ever."

"What?" Hero's gaze darts back and forth between Villain's lips and eyes, wheels turning in their head as Villain watches them with a small smile tugging at the corner of their mouth. They bite their lip to keep their grin under control but fail miserably.

"You heard me," Villain states, causing Hero to roll their eyes. "Why were you crying?"

Hero freezes like a deer in headlights. Villain lets out an amused chuckle, still holding Hero's face in their hands. And, when Hero doesn't respond, Villain decides to take matters into their own hands.

"Can you heal one more cut for me?" They ask, barely containing the cheeky smile threatening to break onto their face any minute now.

Hero nods, their expression shifting into that of worry. "Yes. 'Course I can. Where?"

Villain doesn't utter a word, instead pointing to their bitten lip. They also give up on keeping a neutral expression, allowing the smug smirk to stretch in full glory.

Now that leaves Hero speechless and gaping. For several seconds, they stare at Villain in disbelief, their heart pounding heavily in their ribcage.

"Are you gonna let me bleed o-"

Villain's playful remark is cut short when Hero lunges at them, connecting their lips with more force than Villain anticipated. They fall onto their back, with Hero landing on top of them as they focus on healing Villain's 'dreadful' injury with painstaking dedication.

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#THIS IS PURE ART #I CAN FEEL THE EMOTION #ITS JUST SO #MMM #THANK YOU THIS IS DELICOUS

[aflyingsheepnamedrose]

YOU SAID IT!!

To put it very bluntly.

You will always make a better impact helping people who need it than trying to hurt people you think deserve it.

#IVE BEEN SAYING THIS #DONT SPREAD HATE WITH HATE #THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU

[aflyingsheepnamedrose]

The hero didn’t even want to look at it.

“Okay,” the villain said. Despite the tears in their eyes, they were a little too calm for the hero’s liking. But they supposed they had always been the opposite to the hero when it came to stressful situations.

Usually the hero could deal with stress pretty well, they were a hero after all, but it was getting increasingly difficult to operate when neither time nor solutions were on their side. It was frustrating and the hero wasn’t used to losing.

“You have to break my femur now,” the villain said. They looked down at the wound and then at the hero who prayed this was a poorly timed joke. “Remember, it’s the strongest and thickest bone in the body, so you may need quite a bit of force.”

“I am not going to break your bones, I—” The hero wanted to throw up. They could see parts of the injury under all that rubble and they didn’t want to imagine how much pain the villain was in right now. The villain didn’t scream nor curse, they bottled everything up and let tears speak for themselves. They knew the villain was tough. But could anyone be this tough?

It was one of the villain’s qualities they admired oh so much but it was also something that seemed to doom them.

“It’s just one bone. I’d do it myself but the angle is shitty and you’re stronger.”

“No, don’t make me do this.” The villain grabbed the hero’s arm quickly and stared them dead in the eye. Their fingers dug into the hero’s suit but it was just a fraction of the pain the villain endured.

The hero panicked. If they had been any other person — hero or villain — they wouldn’t have hesitated to break the bone. But this was them. They didn’t want to hurt them, they didn’t want to break any of their bones.

“Listen, if we want to save my leg, you have to break it. We don’t have much time. I’m bleeding out and I need some fucking painkillers. I’m not gonna stay here so your hero-friends can arrest me.” Their face was pale and the hero’s tongue was heavy.

“I can’t, please, I cannot do that to you.”

“I’m just another villain on your list to cross out,” the villain said. They squeezed the hero’s arm harder and their eyes widened, as if a wave of pain had just hit them. They made a noise close to a grunt but again, they were hiding it perfectly.

“No, you’re not, you’re really not.”

“If you want to save my life, you’ll have to do this. You’re a hero, aren’t you?” The hero had no words left.

The truth was, they had had a crush on the villain for quite some time now and even though they knew rationally they needed to do this, they weren’t quite there emotionally yet.

“You should get a pipe. You crush the bone and then hopefully, it’ll be easier to pull me out. The angle should be better. I might pass out though, I’ll just…” They didn’t look as confident anymore.

“If we wait for my friends to arrive, they can help you, maybe I can—”

“They will arrest me if I’m not dead by then. I’m counting on you.”

I’m counting on you.

The hero’s fingers trembled. Breaking someone’s bone — they had never done that on purpose. And yet, they knew the villain was right. It seemed to be the only way out for them.

“I called you,” the villain said, “because I trust you. I need you. I’ll do you a favour in return, I promise. Just, please.”

The hero took the villain’s hand and pulled it close to their chest.

“I’ll do it,” the hero said.

“Great.” Unsurprisingly, the villain wasn’t happy. Their other hand was shaking and they looked already traumatised. The hero wished they could make this easier but there didn’t seem to be any options left.

“I’ll just have to tell you something real quick.”

“What?”

“I have a crush on you.” The villain stared at them. They didn’t look mad nor did they look annoyed.

“Wait. Really?”

“Yes.”

The hero just had to tell them. If this was it, if the villain would get captured or worse, if they died, they needed to know that the hero had crush on them.

They wouldn’t be able to deal with that for the rest of their life. So whatever happened now, the villain would live through it, knowing what they meant to the hero.

“This is really bad timing, darling.” Another tear ran down the villain’s cheek. They squeezed the hero’s hand.

“I know. I’m sorry. I’ll get the pipe.” The hero didn’t find one. Instead, they found a brick. None of them were particularly enthusiastic about that. “Okay. Again, I’m really sorry.”

The hero grabbed the brick with two hands.

“Wait.” The hero did. “I think I like you too.”

“That doesn’t make it easier,” the hero whispered.

“I thought you needed the challenge.” As answer, the hero let out something closer to a sob than a laugh.

What happened next would give them nightmares for the following decades.

#cat please stop hurting us 😭 #my knee hurts now

[aflyingsheepnamedrose]

You know what would be hilarious and awesome? A villain made completely out of fire, inside and out (with some human features of course). Why you ask?

I can just imagine the hero going “Damn why are you so hot?” and the villain is either extremely confused or extremely flustered, or both.

#hero x villain #villain x hero #heroes and villains #monster villain #hero and villain #fire villain #confused villain #flustered villain #hehe funni #wow rose ur hilarious #basically my oc

[aflyingsheepnamedrose]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! SICK WRITING!!!!

Hero X Villain Birthday Edition

Villain let out a deep sigh as the walked into their lair. That day had been rough. Their little scheme that they'd been planning ended up turning into a big scheme due to some unknown information that had made itself known during the mission.

Let's just say chaos ensued.

Villain should've just gone home and crashed into their bed but no; they somehow convinced themself that they still had enough energy to complete the work they were supposed to complete earlier if the mission didn't take as long as it did. Now, they were feeling it.

The squeak of the chair could be heard as villain sat heavily in their desk chair with a huff. Only after a few seconds did it catch their eye. A wrapped box with a pretty orange bow on top that contrasted beautifully with the purple gift wrapping. Villain's favorite colour. A letter sat beside it reading,

"𝑻𝒐 𝑽𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏"

Villain stood to admire the amazing work on the wrapping. Everytime they wrapped something, or tried to, it came out looking like they did it with no fingers. A cellphone once got mistaken for a hockey stick.

How? Don't ask them.

A box of this size shouldn't alerted them the second they walked into the room. Another testament as to why they need to call it a day and just go home.

Villain decided to open the letter addressed to them first. Written in the same same neat cursive as the address was a note that read:

"𝑴𝒚 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑽𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏,

𝑴𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝒔𝒐 𝑰 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔.

𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆.

𝑨𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒑'𝒔 𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒆.

𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒕 𝒂 𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖.

𝑺𝒆𝒆, 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰'𝒎 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒃𝒖𝒔𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒅𝒐𝒎, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑯𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒚, 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍."

Villain could even hear the sigh the hero let out when writing that.

"𝑨𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒂𝒚. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒋𝒆𝒘𝒍𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒓'𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒓, 𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒂 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖... 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒅𝒂𝒚.

𝑴𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒔.

𝑿𝑶𝑿𝑶

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒚, 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒐~"

There were a million things Villain should be thinking of right now. Like how Hero got into their lair or how they just insulted everything about it, or how Hero even knew it was Villain's birthday, but instead, all Villain could think about was,

"Generous?" Villian snorted. "Yeah, right."

Villain opened the box to see the golden ring with its holy engravings. The amethyst jewl shing bright in the light. Villain's favorite colour, but Hero knew that. It's the same ring Villain's team wanted to get for Villain's birthday, but due to unfortunate circumstances, couldn't. To say they were bummed would he an understatement, but Villain ensured them that it was the though that counted and instead went out to dinner with them.

They put the ring on and watched it glimmer in the light.

Maybe being Hero's wasn't so bad.

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It's my Birthday🎂🎁🎈🎉🥳🎊

So decided to write a birthday themed prompt today!!!

#I LOVE THIS #ITS JUST #CHEFS KISS

[aflyingsheepnamedrose]

Hero shook their head slowly, pursing their lips as they watched the Villain pace back and forth in the room as they blabbered on about their nefarious plan to destroy the local dam, resulting in the city’s demise. Today was the day. Just to be sure everything would be executed smoothly, Villain kidnapped their arch-nemesis and forced them to watch the whole ordeal unfold before their eyes. But Hero had another plan up their sleeves.

“You sound so sure of yourself.” The hero interrupted their monologue, and Villain flashed them a small frown.

“Why wouldn’t I? I have the city’s greatest protector in my clutches, they have no one to come to their rescue.”

“And what about the heroes out of state?”

“They wouldn’t know. They’re too busy having that vacation retreat to even notice whats happening.” Villain waved a dismissive hand at their rival as they spun around to face the multitude of screens that lit up the dense room. They were projecting multiple security camera footages of the dam, which was about to be blown up in a matter of minutes.

“Plus I sabotaged all the power lines in the state, so I’m basically winning. And you’re losing!” The villain laughed to themselves, they could hardly contain their glee as they brought down their fist triumphantly. Meanwhile, Hero was sure the Villain would have to think twice.

“Hm, I dunno Villain. I wouldn’t get my hopes up that fast. Theres still a lot of things to consider before you can drown a whole city.”

Hero smirked as Villain turned around and marched towards them, towering over them while they brandish their supposed “victory” in the Hero’s face.

“And what exactly do I have to reconsider, dear Hero? What could make me change my mind about the one thing I’ve been working on for the past six months?” The foe raised an eyebrow as they questioned Hero with a stupid grin on their face. Hero tsked.

“Tonight.” Was all Hero said. Villain’s face distorted to worry.

“…you’re not actually considering-”

“I am.” Hero’s grin only grew wider as a look of horror was now bestowed on the once confident villain.

“Not only will I cancel tonight’s cuddle session, but I’ll have no problem in putting them off completely.” Hero didn’t seem as bothered by what they were saying as the Villain was, who was staring at Hero like they were a ghost.

“Y-you’re bluffing Hero, you wouldn’t be able to go a day without…” Villain faltered, their voice trailing off as they realized the look on their beloved Hero’s face remained the same. Hero was SO sure of themselves.

“It’ll be your loss Villain, not mine. So what will it be?”

For the first time in their entire career of villainy, Villain actually reconsidered putting off their evil deeds.

#dw they cuddled that night #hero x villain #villain x hero #heroes and villains #hero and villain #heroxvillain prompt #writing ideas #hero x villain fluff #fluff #wrote this for the fun of it #srry if its corny #im corny machine #fear me #might continue this later

[aflyingsheepnamedrose]

Female villains that give off this vibe >>>>

#heroes and villains #villain #villains #female villains #hero x villain #villain x hero #writing ideas #rewatching cruella for the fifteith time #love that movie #Spotify

[aflyingsheepnamedrose]

I LITERALLY FLINCHED WHEN I READ THE LAST FEW LINES AND NOW IM ON THE FLOOR WRITHING IN PAIN

ruthless hero who destroys everyone verbally, doesnt take shit + chatty villain who just grins and loves banter(if its not too much) have a great day!

The hero swallowed.

Although the gun was shaking in their hand, they took in a deep breath and steadied their mind. No time for second thoughts.

This was it. They’d been searching for the villain for weeks now. They’d finally found them and they were not going to let them escape again.

“Oh?” the villain asked. They eyed the hero carefully, as if the hero was the object of their attention instead of the gun. They were sitting on the couch in their lair with all the casualness in the world. “Aren’t you a little too confident for your own good, darling?”

“Aren’t you?”

The villain cocked their head and the grin followed as so often. They stood up slowly and raised their hands but despite their actions of surrender, they were clearly mocking the hero.

“Mhmm. That’s how it is, I see. How spunky you can be…”

Determined, the hero took their handcuffs and threw them into the villain’s direction. Even though the villain seemed to be more confused than intrigued, they caught and inspected them.

“Cuff yourself,” the hero said.

“Gosh, you can be so kinky.”

“And you’ll be bleeding out in a few seconds if you don’t do as I say.” Their grip around the gun tightened. It didn’t matter that the villain had saved them so many times. It didn’t matter that they were occasionally nice.

It didn’t matter because the hero had a job to do.

They had to arrest them.

The villain rolled their eyes.

“All bark, no bite.”

“Would you like to find out? I recall breaking your arm pretty easily,” the hero said. They were aiming at the villain’s shoulder and slowly, very slowly, their anxiousness faded. It was a job like every other.

A villain, just like all the others.

Shooting at them in this moment seemed irrational. They weren’t a threat nor were they extraordinarily provoking them. Of course the hero knew it would be difficult to explain to the team how the villain had surrendered without much of a struggle.

They had to find a solution to that later.

“Mistakes happen in the heat of the moment. I understand you were distracted by my muscles flexing during the fight.” The villain was in a good mood, as so often. But the hero could also sense some sort of uncertainty.

It was in the movement of their fingers that traced the handcuffs. In their restless eyes that went over the hero again and again. If they wanted to admit it or not, the hero had surprised them.

And that was something the villain absolutely despised. Surprises. Not being in control. Not knowing what happens next.

“I can assure you it was intentional. Your muscles aren’t that special.”

“Ouch.” The villain contorted their face as if they were truly hurt. The mockery should’ve made it easier. But it didn’t.

The hero turned off the gun’s safety.

“Handcuffs. Now.”

“Fine.” The villain cuffed themselves, one wrist after the other. Once they were finished, they stretched their arms out and presented themselves. “Am I not the sweetest present?”

“The most annoying, definitely. Sit down.” The villain did as the hero commanded and leaned back, pushing their hips forward. Lounging like that was definitely not what the hero wanted them to do.

They’d been chasing the villain for weeks and they were determined to put them behind bars. Whatever had happened in the past, it was gone now. The hero had let go of it and could only pray the villain had done that too.

“We’ll wait here until my team arrives.”

“I suppose that’s enough time for me to escape. You know you love our little hide-and-seek game.” Their smile was genuine and sweet. The hero didn’t know what to make of that.

“No, this is it. It’s over. I can’t let you go.”

“But you will. You’re still so soft for me.”

“You’re really not as important to me as you think.” Then why are you hesitating?

“You’re not as cold as you think,” the villain said. “Not when it comes to me.”

They jiggled with the handcuffs. The hero could hear their own pulse.

“Just tell your team it was a good fight and I escaped, hm? Just like last time,” the villain suggested. Sweat was running down the hero’s back. Their fingers were ice cold.

“I cannot do that.”

“You’ve done it before, darling,” the villain said. “As long as I can walk, I can still escape. You know I’m skilled enough to do that.”

“Then why are you still here?”

“I enjoy my time with you,” the villain said. They looked at the ground. “…and I still have feelings for you.”

The hero felt sick in their stomach.

“I wish you hadn’t said that.” Suddenly, the hero lowered their gun and pulled the trigger. They couldn’t let them escape again. They couldn’t put their own feelings before their responsibilities. As soon as they pulled the trigger, they regretted it.

Their heavy heart sank fast.

They hoped one day they could forget the villain’s reaction when the bullet entered their knee. That stare of utter fear and betrayal. That scream and those tears of pain.

But that would haunt them forever.

#VOMITING #SOBBING #GASPING #SHAKING #IM DYING

[aflyingsheepnamedrose]

Doomguy Villian x Isabelle Hero (someone please make this happen).

#hero x villain #villain x hero #hero and villain #heroes and villains #trope #writing trope #doomguy #isabelle #ship #ship ideas

[aflyingsheepnamedrose]

I think game studios should just release their character creators online. For the times when I don’t wanna play the whole game, just the lil dress up part

#chimeraland anyone?

[aflyingsheepnamedrose]

I need more goofy/smug villains in my life. Not just the mediocre type that always gets their plans foiled by the Hero, but a REAL villain at heart. Terrifying, but a talkative fellow. Ruthless, but oddly polite? A dramatic persona, and an expert in axe wielding. A theatre kid villain basically, with a LOT of sass AND humor.

(Bonus points if their nemesis is a grump).

#hero x villain #heroes and villains #villain x hero #writing ideas #goofy villain #smug villain #watch me describe my oc in one post

[aflyingsheepnamedrose]

posting this when i havent even uploaded any OC content

Reblog if it's OK for other artists to draw your OCs

Sometimes I get too timid to send asks to ask. I want to see how many people are ok with artists drawing their OCs!

#i lose the ability to draw every week and it sucks

[aflyingsheepnamedrose]

Trope idea (fluff overdose)

Hero has the ability to heal people with their kisses, so Villain gives the Hero an upper hand in battle just so the Hero can shower them with kisses later on. Hero thinks this is completely normal, but it takes a while for them to catch on to the fact that Villain is severely touch starved and in dire need of their smooches.

#hero x villain #heroxvillain prompt #writing trope #heroes and villains #villain x hero #fluff #I fall asleep to hero x villain fluff #every single night #I need help

[aflyingsheepnamedrose]

A solution

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t my favourite nemesis.” Villain smirks, turning on the balls of their feet. “To what do I owe the honour?”

Hero shakes their head, leaning against the door frame. “To yourself, obviously. What’s up with the hypnotized mayor?”

“Hm? How would I know?” Villain shrugs nonchalantly, struggling to keep their hands straight at their sides. “You always assume it’s me that’s wreaking havoc. Why is that?”

“Oh, I don’t know.” They take a step towards Villain, their smile making the hair on the back of Villain’s neck stand. “Maybe ‘cause it always is. Not to mention you’re the master of mind control here.”

“I can’t believe our Hero turned out to be so biased!” Villain exclaims, bringing their hands to their heart, ever so dramatic. “What about the presumption of innocence?”

Hero huffs, shaking their head yet again. “I stopped presuming you innocent after our fifteenth encounter in one week.”

“Huh. That was my best week.” Villain smiles fondly at the memories. “I was challenging myself, you see? To avoid the mundane.”

“Of course.” Hero shakes their head but can’t help a smirk that finds its way onto their face. “Who would think criminal life could be so boring.”

“It’s not boring!” Their voice is too high to be comfortable. Villain coughs, turning away. “And I’m not a criminal.”

Hero nods, watching the back of Villain’s head for a moment as their nemesis drinks water, swallowing a whole ice cube in the process. They gulp, watching it go down their throat when Villain turns to face them again.

“Come to think of it, I haven’t done anything with the mayor yet… how did you figure it out?” That would be a valid question if only Hero didn’t know both Villain and the mayor so well.

“That’s exactly how. The asshole can’t live a day without causing major problems.” They say matter-of-factly. Villain presses their fingers to their temples. Hero suspects it’s an attempt to hide the blush creeping up their neck. “Figures it’s you.”

Villain hums in agitated agreement. They aren’t quite sure if they are annoyed or excited. Most likely both. “What is your mission then?”  

“You.” Villain’s eyebrows rise, challenging every last boundary of their enemy’s restraint. “You are my mission.” With that, Hero pulls them forward, planting a starved kiss on their mouth once they open it in a gasp. Villain all but melts in their arms, not even registering how they end up sitting on a table.

“Told ya I’d deal with him,” is all they manage to squeeze out when Hero lets go of their mouth, dragging their lips to the side. Villain moves to meet them again.  

“Mhm.” Hero keeps kissing along their jaw, prompting Villain to tilt their head for better access. They break away to take in the starstruck expression on Villain’s face with the most smug grin ever. “How long can you keep him that way?”

“You name it.” Villain can feel Hero’s smile against their throat. They shift, leaning back and searching for some support in the back but the wall is too far.  

“Forever?” Hero thinks out loud, the word escaping against their better judgement. Their brain is preoccupied with Villain’s sensitive skin under their tongue. That is, until Villain stiffens and they regret bringing up the subject. They could have discussed this the next morning. At this point, Hero couldn’t care less about the mayor. They knew the city was safe as long as the man was under control.

“You want me to keep the mayor under my control forever?” Villain shuffles away from them and Hero wants to disintegrate into thin air. They opt to avoid eye contact, but Villain grabs the sides of their face, ever so gentle as they guide their eyes to meet. “Do you?”

“Does it exhaust you?” They ask in a small voice. Villain shakes their head no. They know for a fact that wasn’t their first concern. Is that too much to ask? or Would you do that for me? was what Hero dared not ask. Villain smiles softly, caressing Hero’s cheeks with their thumbs as they watch their shoulders relax. Hero lets out a relieved sigh, pulling Villain back into their embrace with a quiet growl. “Then yes. You could make him think he’s a potato for all I care, as long as he’s no longer running rampant in the city.”

“Anything for you, love.” Villain’s voice is barely a whisper against Hero’s lips. They feel a hand wrapping around their waist and the other running fingers through their hair to tilt their head to the side. Hero leaves a rough kiss on their throat, where they watched the ice cube going down. Villain gasps, their gaze dazed as they stare into Hero’s eyes. “Anything.”

Masterlist

#I have a serious problem #I CANT STOP READING THIS #SEND HELP #hero and villain #hero x villain

[aflyingsheepnamedrose]

rereading this after two years feels like discovering an old toy. I will forever love your writings Salty!!

Salty, I am convinced that you don’t get enough asks for such amazing horny jail writing. Sooooooo obviously it is my duty to request some more. >:DDDDD you know the drill. Give me SMTH that would convince the guards outside our cell to give us another life sentence.

Request #19

Not me writing this for another prompt but suddenly having it take such a horny direction that I felt the need to assign it to this request instead. ENJOY YOUR SPICE MY FRIEND!!

Cw: SPICYYYYY

"Well, well, well...seems like we've got a little situation on our hands here," the hero said.

The villain stared back at them blankly, their one leg dangling out of the net whilst the other was stuck beneath the hero's weight. The trap swung them back and forth idly, the ropes creaking with the effort of keeping them suspended.

"I think," the villain began slowly, desperately trying to keep their frustrations in check, "that this counts as a bit more than a 'little situation.'"

They'd been caught.

They'd been leaving and everything had been fine and then the hero just had to open up their big, stupid mouth and--

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

The villain breathed in and out slowly, attempting to view the problem with a calm mind. As much as they wanted to believe that punching the hero would be the solution, they also knew that it wasn't practical. What they needed was a knife - something sharp that could cut through the rope.

Their hands fell down to their belt, praying to find one of their blades as they fumbled about, fighting against their awkward positioning and lack of room to search for what they needed. All the while, the hero watched them, one brow quirked upwards as they simply sat there and did nothing.

"You know, when I pictured you squirming beneath me this isn't quite what I had in mind," they commented.

The villain paused. Took a breath.

One.

Two.

Three.

"Yeah, well, when I pictured you hanging from the ceiling I didn't think I'd be stuck hanging alongside you," they replied sharply, returning their focus to the task at hand and trying to reach behind themself. "Not to mention we'd be out of this mess quicker if you actually helped. You do know what that word means, right? Help. Something heroes tend to do."

They let out a frustrated huff as the other just continued to watch them - the villain reaching a hand out to grip the ropes above and hoist themself up a little though they barely went anywhere with their leg still trapped beneath the hero. All the same, a little space opened up and they arched their back, trying to reach their hand around to the other side of their belt when the hero suddenly pressed forwards - hands moving to grip the villain's waist and pull them flush against their nemesis' chest, the heat of the other's body quickly warming the villain's skin despite the layers of clothing between them.

The villain let out a surprised squeak, their grip on the ropes above them almost slipping as their face flushed. They shot the hero a glare, jaw clenching when the other smiled at them sweetly in return.

"What?" the hero asked innocently. "You want my help or not?"

The villain scowled at them, refusing to deign the hero with an answer as they averted their gaze, bringing up the arm that had been reaching back and instead moving it to grip the ropes above them as well. Slowly, they let themself relax into the hero's hold, pressing their body up against them in order to give the other all the space they needed to reach the back compartments of their belt.

"I guess I'll just take that as a yes then," the hero said.

The second the villain felt them start to move, they began counting again.

Slowly, the hero's hands wandered down over their hips before working their way backwards, tracing across the line of the villain's belt. The hero hummed as they worked, feeling around empty leather holsters - fingers dipping in and out of small pouches and hollows and nooks.

"Are you always this unwilling to hold a conversation?" they asked after a while, hands abandoning the belt in favour of exploring lower. "I bet you're not. You try and play all brooding and mysterious but I bet you'd be a lot more vocal in bed when--"

"Could you just find the goddamn knife?" the villain seethed.

Below them the hero simply chuckled, their warm hands slipping into the villain's back pockets. "Patience, Villain. You wouldn't want me to search too fast and miss something now, would you?"

The villain glared down at them. "There's a difference between searching quickly and searching carefully and you're doing neither!"

"Oh, I disagree," the hero said, "I am being very, very caref--"

"Groping my ass isn't being careful."

The hero cocked their head to the side, eyes playful as they regarded the other. "Well then, it's a good thing I'm not groping your ass."

"You are groping my--"

"I'm cupping your ass, Villain. There's a difference," the hero said smugly.

...

...

One.

Two.

Three.

"Look, if - if there's not a knife in there then you can-- you don't need to be in there anymore," the villain said, doing everything within their power to keep their voice level as they spoke - the burning sensation in their cheeks calming a little when the hero finally pulled away.

"Then, in that case, I'm very sad to say that there's nothing there," the hero conceded, hands retreating backwards only to rest upon the villain's waist once more. "Any other ideas?"

The villain tilted their head back as they considered it, hating the resolution that hit them. "You can--" they stopped, breathing in and out deeply before continuing. "Y-You could check just above my boots."

The hero's brow raised, eyes quickly fixing down onto the villain's legs as they reached out for the one that wasn't trapped beneath them. They smoothed their palms down the villain's thigh, hands grabbing and kneading a little as though trying to feel beneath the fabric, their first exploration leading them along the villain's outer thigh before working their way inward to--

"Below the knee," the villain directed, praying against everything that their voice didn't shake.

The hero smiled, releasing their hold and slowly trailing their hands down to where they were supposed to be. "My mistake," they said.

The villain merely gave an agitated huff as they averted their gaze again - trying to focus on anything that wasn't the hero's heated touch as the other continued their search. They had to put up with another minute of the hero's blatant caressing before they were informed that there was nothing there - the hero's focus drawing down to the villain's other leg.

"Hold on," they said, reaching up and bracketing the villain's hands with their own, pulling up just enough to shift their weight.

The villain accepted their invitation quickly - more than happy to free their leg and bring it up over the hero's lap, bending their knee and letting their foot rest upon the net. The hero let go and sunk back down again, hands moving eagerly to explore once more but this time they stopped short.

The villain turned to the hero in suspicion, surprised when they caught sight of the blade in the other's hand.

"Finally."

They dropped down and snatched the knife before the hero could get a single word out, bringing the sharp edge up to the rope and beginning to saw through.

They were getting out. They didn't care if they broke their leg in the fall - they'd goddamn crawl out of the hero's reach if they had to: no more flirting, no more touching, no more having to feel the other's hot breath across their skin--

The blade struck against something hard.

The villain frowned, pulling the knife away and shuffling up a bit, spying something silver peeking out from within the rope: wire. The metal was thick - their blade hardly scratching it.

So much for that plan...

Beside them, the hero fidgetted, leaning over to carry out their own inspection. "Well, that doesn't look good," they commented.

The villain scrunched their eyes shut, in no mood for whatever else the hero had to say as they rethought their situation.

One.

Two.

Thre--

"Could be worse though..." The hero's hands were back at their waist, stroking gently. "We could be in separate nets."

The villain's fists clenched, the hero's touch confusing their thoughts.

One.

T--

"At least this way we're together."

The hero was so close that the villain could feel their every breath - could feel their lips moving across the skin of their neck as they spoke.

ONE.

"What do you say, Villain?" The hero's hands pulled them closer, one staying at their waist whilst the other moved down to caress their thigh.

ONE--

"Want to give aerial a go?"

The only warning the hero got was the villain's low growl of frustration before the other practically pounced on them, one hand grasping at the collar of the hero's uniform whilst their other hand pressed the knife against the hero's throat.

The villain was done - done with the hero pushing and pushing, talking when all the villain ever wanted them to do was shut up!

They stared down at the other, watching the way the hero wet their lips, their breaths staggered and their eyes wide and the second the villain saw them go to speak--

They kissed them.

The villain kissed them with a fury, moving their lips against the hero's in a way that was almost violent.

It only lasted a few seconds though; only lasted as long as it took them to realise what they were doing - the villain stopping just as suddenly as they'd started, a heavy blush covering their cheeks.

They'd made a mistake.

In front of them, the hero's eyes fluttered open, mouth gaping in shock before slowly morphing into a grin.

Oh, they'd made a big mistake--

"You initiated," the hero said.

"Sh-shut up," the villain snapped. They pressed the knife closer but the hero hardly seemed to care - if anything they leaned into it, their arms hooked around the villain's waist tightly.

"You initiated," they repeated.

"N-No, I didn't," the villain insisted, trying their best to pull away.

"You did."

"No..."

"You do want to try aerial."

"NO--!"

The hero managed to get a hand behind the villain's head and pull them forward, kissing them with the same passion the villain had shown them just seconds before. Only they didn't stop. They swallowed every protest and whine, bit and licked and teased until the villain gave in - the other short of breath and flustered beyond the point of functioning, the knife in their hand slipping from their grasp without their notice and falling down between the ropes to land on the floor below them.

The villain should have cared about that. Would have cared if the hero's lips hadn't chosen that moment to start moving down beyond their jawline, exploring the sensitive skin of the villain's neck and making them moan. It was stupid. Illogical, impractical - the wrong place and time but the villain couldn't find it in themself to complain anymore, not when it felt so--

"STOP FONDLING IN MY NET!"

The supervillain's voice came booming through whatever speakers lay concealed within the room, the two separating in a panic instantly only to end up even closer - the hero misjudging their arm placement and slipping down, faceplanting into the villain's chest as the other managed to get their one foot lodged between two ropes at the very top of the net, their positioning now even more conspicuous than before.

"I WILL BE DOWN IN FIVE MINUTES," the supervillain said. "DON'T MOVE. DON'T- DON'T DO ANYTHING!"

The speakers shut off with a click, an awkward silence filling the room. The villain could feel themself flushing all the way down to their neck and up to their ears, the pure embarassment of it all hitting them in waves. Their gaze turned downwards, expecting the hero to be in a similar state...but they weren't: they didn't seem embarrassed at all. In fact, the hero was smiling.

"Five minutes, huh?" they said.

The villain took a deep breath and shut their eyes in defeat, preparing themself for whatever idiocy the hero was about to suggest.

"I only need three."

#hero x villain #writing snippet #heroxvillain snippet

[aflyingsheepnamedrose]

is lampert canonically mark and wallter's kid?

Norp

#WAAAAA

[aflyingsheepnamedrose]

SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK!11!!!!!11!!

be free!!

#cringe culture is dead #HAPPY NEW YEAR