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[avvail]

prompt #64

“I don’t feel so good,” the hero whispers, a thickness lying in their breathy confession. Their trembling fingers dig into the tablecloth, but it’s hardly enough to keep them from wobbling.

Supervillain barely spares them a glance from beyond the table. Through their rapidly blurring vision, the hero can see they’re still eating.

“I know,” the supervillain simply replies, and the hero shakily rises to their feet. They struggle to do so, a horrible vertigo slamming into them. Everything spins.

Their tongue feels like cotton as they attempt to speak.

“This was,” they suck in a trembling breath. Their legs buckle from underneath them as they stagger backwards,” was supposed to be...a diplomatic, um, s’not...”

“Come on, darling,” the supervillain speaks, dabbing a napkin along the corner of their mouth. “You’re going to have to speak clearly, I can hardly understand a word you’re saying. Perhaps you’ve had too much wine.”

The hero sinks down to the floor. They suck in a tight gasp. “You drugged it...”

“Give me a little more credit,” the supervillain purrs, lip curved into a subtle smirk. “I drugged the ice.”

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[avvail-whumps]

RAILROAD

cw: multiple whumpers, reluctant whumper, failed escape attempt, strangulation, manhandling, defiant whumpee, minor violence, minor character death

Riley barely had any time to grab the whumpee by the back of their ragged shirt, hurling them both down to the ground with a heavy thud.

He held back the hissing curse on his tongue, preoccupied by the squirming, screeching whumpee that was thrashing against him in some fiery attempt to escape. Riley barely kept a grip on them, just managing to wrangle them onto their back, hands closing around their throat.

“Fuuuuck,” Riley groaned, his voice cracking slightly at the sight of their terrified, but defiant face staring back up at him. His voice was equally as shaken and thick, feeling tears burn his eyes. “Fuck, fuck.”

They’d tried to escape. The whumpee had almost made it to the door, too, and Riley knew what the sniper did to the whumpee’s that made a break for it.

But the sniper wasn’t here right now, and the whumpee was kicking and screaming, so loud it was hurting even his ears.

His hands tightened around their throat, cutting off their harrowing screams. They were thrown into panic from underneath him, but by god, did they put up a fight.

Riley was struggling to keep them pinned down, not exactly possessing the strength like the sniper did, trying to grapple with the conflicting thoughts in his head.

But it was all panic.

Panic and the desperation of not knowing what to do that made him squeeze their throat until their eyes went bloodshot, trying to ignore their animalistic struggles.

Tears slid down his cheeks, cursing repeatedly under his breath. The whumpee’s nails raked down his cheek, and Riley jerked his head back, arms aching from the exertion of keeping them down.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he sobbed, the sting his his cheek nothing compared to the loss of breath in his lungs. He sucked in a shuddering breath, feeling them convulsing and fighting underneath him. His hands squeezed harder. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry.”

The whumpee gargled, their defiant eyes filling with pure terror instead. Their nails dug into Riley’s wrists until it drew blood, but he couldn’t watch, keeping his head back as the tears slid down his cheeks.

“Why did you have to run?” He blubbered, desperately wanting them to answer. “Why?”

Their only response was a choked wheeze. When the struggles finally ceased into nothing, Riley slumped over, his bones wracked with sobs. His hands were shaking when he uncurled them from around their neck, feeling as though it was now moulded to his handshape.

He had never killed anyone before, not like this. But the sniper hadn’t been here, and the whumpee would have escaped, and then what? Riley’s life would be over. He pressed himself up close against the wall, burying his head into his knees.

His fingers tangled in his hair, tugging on his scalp, cursing and grinding his teeth together. The tears numbed the scratch on his cheek, the wet liquid turning a shade of light red as it dripped off his chin.

He stayed there, trembling, until the sniper entered the corridor. His cold eyes slid from the limp whumpee and to Riley’s curled up form, assessing the situation.

Nonchalantly, the sniper cleaned up the body this time.

He gave Riley’s head a small pat as he left, as if to tell him he did what he had to do, but it didn’t comfort him in the slightest.

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[mirohtron]

Hero dropped down to their knees, keeping their gaze locked onto the villain’s, refusing to let go.

Their eyes were wide, and begging as they spoke. “Help me.”

Villain’s lip twitched into a smirk. “Say it again.”

The hero shivered, their voice breaking.

“Help me.”

“One more time.”

prompt by @avvail :>

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Shame burned acridly in the hero's throat. They were stained with blood and dirt and soot. Gravel was embedded in their cuts. Their body was bruised and beaten and aching.

It frustrated the hero to no end, that before they’d come to the villain’s doorstep, the villain had probably thought that the hero was dead, and instead of seeming relieved that they were alive they were forcing them to beg. 

Still.

"Help me." They willed the villain not to hear it.

The villain's smirk burst into a cruel grin. Their gloved hand snaked out and landed on their throat, squeezing, like they were going to choke the hero. They glanced at the small sliver of skin that the glove exposed at their wrist, the thin, raised line following the green of their vein. 

The villain was out of their suit, since the hero hadn’t been expected. They doubted the villain was relieved that their biggest problem had shown up to their doorstep completely fine and only a little roughed up.

The villain's thumb grazed the bump of their voice box, pressing down just slightly.

It took everything in the hero not to move. The muscles in their arms flexed. Their fists stayed clutched at their sides.

Slowly, the villain stroked the dips along the line of the hero's collarbone, then went up their throat. The hero bared it for them, because they knew the villain would like it.

A dimple appeared on the villain's cheek. Their eyes crinkled. They looked wolfish. "So good," they said, then curled their hand around to take them by the back of their neck. "So tame. Oh, I could just eat you up."

The hero's breath hitched and they knew the villain caught it. They chuckled. Humiliation bubbled inside them.

"This concerns you, too," said the hero, and right after they said it the villain's hand squeezed harder. They dropped the grin, shushed them gently, as though they were looking to soothe.

"I know, doll." The grin came on again, delighted. Similar to the look a thief got, looking at a vulnerable person walking down a deserted street. Eager to take. Twitching to take, to grab at any open seam.

The news was on every single channel there was, the hero was sure. They estimated ninety per cent of the city's heroes had been pronounced dead in the last ten hours

The villain continued. "I know. It must seem completely out of character, doll, but I did expect your little superhero to turn rogue eventually. I kept tabs. Noted every little tick."

The hero's breath hitched again, a harsher sound this time, wanting to rage. They kept themselves from asking—why didn't you let me know? But they shouldn't have expected any magnanimity from the villain. As for expecting the attack...

It still hadn't entirely registered in their head, they didn't think. They didn't believe the superhero was straight up evil. But they definitely weren't in their right mind, either. They were off the rocks. Wrong.

Today had started off like any other day. Everyone had gathered in the common room, chattering. The superhero had walked in, looked around once, and just... razed the whole place down.

"They're being controlled." It was the best explanation that the hero could give.

"Or maybe they've just realised the good side isn't all that good. Maybe they'll come for you next."

The hero's spine straightened. "Maybe they'll come for you first. You didn't see them firsthand. They went on a rampage." They'd torn the head off an innocent worker in the building, haloed by the fire, and stared straight at the hero. Feral. Rabid. Angry? Mad? Looking to take something the world had taken from them? The hero no longer knew. It all turned into one moment and the next.

A gloved hand made its way to their soot-stained hair. The villain peeled strands of sweaty hair away from the hero's forehead with their other hand.

With no answer from the villain, the hero grew twitchy. They rubbed the pads of their fingers raw. Dug crescent moons into their palm.

"You're smart," the hero tried eventually, reaching for something that would give in the villain. "Clever, strong."

"Dubious, greedy. Oh, and don't forget evil."

"Help me stop them." The hero's bare hand cupped the villain's own, gloved, tangled in their hair. They leaned forward. "If not to help me then for your safety."

“So sweet.”

“You know a rogue, indestructible hero will doom the city. You must’ve seen the news? The wrecked blocks?” The hero’s fingers slipped down to the scar on their wrist, fingertips slipping beneath their sleeve. The villain’s eyes flashed dangerously, but they pressed on. “I know what they’ve done to you—”

The villain's grip tightened on the hero's hair, forcing them to bare their throat. Their smile went mirthless and dangerous. The hero left their hands, kept them hanging harmlessly beside their head. "Quiet."

"I'm just saying."

The villain's voice dipped low, down to a delicate whisper, far away from that wolfish grin. "I know, doll, you're just saying. But you don't know me that way, do you?" Their free hand went to roam the hero's side. Their wrist flicked, and the cool edge of one of the villain's many knives pressed to their side. The hero's fists turned white-knuckled. "Do you?"

"No."

"Good." The knife disappeared. The villain pushed the hero's head away. "I miss when you were helpless. Tell me that again. Tell me what you need from me."

The hero steeled their jaw. They wiped dirt and soot from their cheek and didn't look at the villain.

"Tell me," the villain repeated. "Ask for it."

"Help me."

"Nicely."

"Please help me."

"Good." The villain grinned again. It wasn’t the same. "You'll do a job for me before I help you."

The hero went to protest. The villain's hand snaked out again, pressing a thumb to their lips, the side of their index finger cradling their chin. The scar on their wrist flashed in the low light. "I know, doll. I know. Smart, clever, strong. But evil."

The villain drank up every emotion that flitted past the hero. The hesitation. The consideration. The reluctance. The capitulation.

"I'll do it, and then you'll help. To stop superhero."

The villain tilted their head. "Of course, doll," they said. "Anything if you ask nicely."

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[villain-enthusiast]

“Just this one time, please,” the hero pressed, wide eyes staring at them with need. “Please, help me.”

Villain shot them a cold smile. “Get down on your knees, and I might just consider.”

couldn’t resist this prompt by @avvail!

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tw: humiliation, implied + mentioned murder/violence

The hero froze, blood going cold.

“What?”

The villain leaned forward in their gilded throne, oozing arrogance and pride. “You heard me.”

The hero’s hands clenched at their sides. “Villain, I just—,”

“You will receive no assistance from me unless you do as I say,” the villain interrupted. “I am your superior. You will obey me as I see fit.”

Throat tight, the hero tried again. “Superhero is on a rampage. They…they killed Sidekick.” Their eyes burned with the threat of tears. “Villain please.”

“Spare me your sob story,” the villain scoffed, ignoring the hero’s flinch. “Darling, it would be my pleasure to cut out Superhero’s heart for you, and you’ve already showed me just how prettily you can beg.” They stood up, placing their hands behind their back. “But you still haven’t followed my simple instructions.”

They began to descend the stairs leading up to their throne, each step deliberately slow, languid.

The room was dead silent, save for the intermittent click of the villain’s boots against the marble tile. The hero watched them apprehensively, their heart pounding out of their chest.

The villain stopped right in front of them.

The hero’s eyes hesitantly flitted up to meet their enemy’s.

“Not so heroic up close, are you?” A smug smirk decorated the villain’s lips.

Before they could stop themselves, the hero glared sourly. “You know nothing of heroics.”

The villain flashed their teeth in a wolfish grin, a predator taunting their prey. “There’s that fire.”

A muscle ticked in the hero’s jaw and their gaze dropped to the ground.

A few heartbeats passed. “You need my help,” the villain murmured.

The hero nodded sparsely, their breathing uneven.

The villain reached up with a gloved hand, fitting two fingers under the hero’s chin and tilting their head up. Wide, anxious eyes met wicked, cunning ones.

“You need me to kill Superhero.”

The hero nodded again.

The villain then leaned in close, lips brushing the outer shell of the hero’s ear to whisper cruelly.

“Then kneel.”

And the hero, trembling and humiliated, dropped down onto the cold floor, one knee at a time.

The villain’s pleased stare raked over every little inch of them, studying them, admiring them as if they were a piece of artwork. A painting framed and put on display. Heat flooded the hero’s cheeks as the shame of it all burned under their skin.

“Look at me, hero,” the villain ordered. When the hero did not, a rough hand grabbed their hair and yanked their head up. The hero winced as pins and needles raced through their scalp.

“I knew you’d look stunning like this,” the villain said, obviously pleased with themselves. “The obedience will certainly be something we have to work on, and maybe the stance…” the villain’s shoe prodded at the hero’s thigh, “but this will do very nicely for now.”

“You’ll help me now, right?” the hero interjected, trying to redirect the villain’s degrading musings. “I-I did as you asked.”

“Oh yes, right, your request.” The villain released their grip on the hero and gestured at something behind them. “I suppose it is only fair that I follow through. Superhero will be taken care of.”

The hero relaxed a smidge. “Thank you, villain—,”

Without warning, hands suddenly grabbed the hero from behind, wrenching their arms behind their back.

“What the fuck?!” The hero thrashed in the henchmen’s grip, cold metal sealing around their wrists with a sharp click. “Villain!! Villain, you bastard!!” they shouted, twisting and yanking at the rough grips all over their body. “Let me go! Let me go, I never—,”

“Oh sweetheart, you can’t possibly believe that I was going to just let you walk out of here.” The villain’s grin was razor sharp. “Killing superhero is one thing, but having you right here on your knees…now that’s just a surrender I can’t resist.”

“Fuck you!” the hero spat. “I’m not some little plaything that you can just order around—,”

The villain yawned. “Gag them and throw them in one of my upstairs rooms. I’m tired of hearing them yell.” They glanced at the hero one more time, who now had a thick cloth tied tightly around their mouth but was still struggling, seething with malice and venom.

The villain winked at them. “See you soon, hero.”

“I have a superhero to murder.”

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[letteryplanes]

prompt by @avvail

The hero didn't say a word. Not when they were hurriedly hauled into an ambulance by the paramedics, not when they were practically pleaded to emit some sound about how and where and why they hurt, neither when they felt a bone sparking burn in their back or when their wounds screamed in soft, flesh bleeding agony.

Not like they had anything to say with how mushy their brain felt. As if all the wires melted and they couldn't put two plus two together, as if they were still stuck midst alternating between jumping in to help the remainder of the mob stuck in the pit or whisk off the others they had saved to a safer location.

God they tried their best, for the sake of everything, hoping there weren't any casualties for seriously, what use would the sinking feeling of the ground beneath them -breaking into splinters- would have? What was the use of them feeling so huddled into suffocation for God knows how long was, if they couldn't save everyone while getting themselves into such a mess?

They didn't scream or call out for help, they were simply too exhausted to and no matter where they were stuck -in the thick concrete mess of a rubble or the walls of their mind that refused to leave them alone- not one shred of their exhaustion felt solid. So omnious, so vaporized, numb, numb all over. Alone, shivering even in the lightest bounce of wind, the dream-catcher in their room tinkling it's metallic leaves as if trying to hum their fears into little beads that could vanish.

Trying, trying, trying...they were trying.

They inhaled, closing and opening their eyes slowly only to gradually notice the soft thump of steady footsteps heading towards them and creak of doors opening, a familiar silhouette reaching them before clicking the side lamp on and assessing their condition.

The hero sat still, stuck in a daze as if they were placed on a beam so high, as if moving an inch would lead to a fall deeper than in the pit they had fallen a few days ago except something happened and they unknowingly nodded at the villain in affirmation, giving them the permit to walk on the same beam they were stuck on.

And so they fell.

Down in the pit, waiting for the ground to hit and knock the breath out of them before another thunderous rubble would fall on them except this time instead of them reflexively gnawing at their flesh and pulling their hair in anxiety, they wrapped their arms around the villain who was on the verge of taking them in.

Just the right moment when the villain held them close to their chest, an arm wrapped around them keeping all their frame so closely huddled in warmth and perhaps, that is when their plight to the ground stopped.

Slow..still..steady.

A gurgle of help urged out of their lips, soft sobs of how they were so confused. Not angry, not sad, but confused beyond means. Of where they were and what they had to do and if anything they did till today was ever right, they were a mess, a mess collected in a safety nest, getting their time to break apart as they wished to, safely.

"H-how do I get up tomorrow? In this state..h-how?" they muttered in their sobbing frenzy, only to have their tears wiped gently. Villain soothingly rubbed the nape of their neck as they got seated on the bed, willing to make promises they knew they would keep.

"You don't have to push yourself into getting better, love. You of all people should know how slow that process tends to be."

"B-but-"

"You're allowed to take time, hero," they whispered while gently pulling the hero's entire frame in their arms, their voice accompanying the tinkles of that of the humming dream-catcher, "you're allowed."

"It's okay, right?"

"It is, absolutely, okay."

The hero curled into the villain's arms, a wave of shivers coursed their body before settling in for gentle sobs finally trying to release all the pent up knots of frustrated ambiguity. Their body covered in warmth, soothing hands resting on their back: finally a little okay with falling, knowing they would be caught and held.

Finally be held.

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[save-the-villainous-cat]

I know you have tons of asks right now, so it may take you a long time to get to this!! (But ofc don’t do it if you don’t want to ❤️)

Maybe a hero who’s had a incredibly rough day and just wants a hug from Villain, but Villain doesn’t pick up on it and makes a slightly mean remark or snaps at the hero. Villain doesn’t realize anything’s wrong until Hero bursts into tears . . .

Thank you so much if you decide to do this!!!

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Hi 🤭

I think @avvail just posted a snippet that’s…I don’t know…very fucking similar to this ask? 🥰

I think this might be a good opportunity to remind everyone that I know what you request. I read avvail’s snippet and immediately knew that someone sent me…hm…the same ask…and I noticed it when one of y’all sent me the same fucking prompt three times. Oopsie ☺️ Makes me kinda mad! Kinda tired! Makes me resent it. Makes me hate the prompt!

Just so you know: we are not factories you can send asks to. This isn’t a business. We are not in any way obligated to answer your asks, especially not when you send writers the same message over and over again.

Yes, there are certain tropes in this community that get suggested multiple times. But the same ask without much editing? C’mon. Have some decency.❤️

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[watercolorfreckles]

Brain Waves

prompt above by @avvail

Hero's limbs turned into something numb and foreign, legs trembling under the weight of his body. The sight of her--of Villain--in his house crushed the air out of his lungs.

"Take a seat," Villain said, dismissing him from the weight of her attention as she turned away to stir the contents of the pan again.

The way she disregarded him, turned her back to him, just reminded him she viewed him as no threat to her at all. Why would she? Villain could seize control of his brain functions; puppeteer his limbs or take command of muscle and tissue. He could do nothing against her.

Even though she terrified him more than anyone else in the world, he felt a magnetic pull any time she was around. She was power beyond anything he could ever dream to understand, and he found himself itching to know the girl beneath it all.

"You must be hungry--" Villain glanced back, spearing him with a stare when she saw he hadn't moved.

Hero scrambled to sit at the table like he was told.

Villain smiled in satisfaction. "Good." She stepped closer to pat his cheek and hero went rigid. He couldn't help but picture her shutting his nervous system down with a single thought.

There were no words grand enough to contain her. Beautiful seemed too delicate of a word. She was stunning. Trying to capture the awe of her was like trying to look straight into the sun. Some ethereal thing with the potential of painted sunsets, but with the searing, overwhelming ability to blind in an instant.

She turned back to the stove and plated two portions of some delectable smelling dish with chicken and vegetables. She set one plate in front of the cowering hero and sat beside him. "Eat."

Hero could hear his blood pounding in his ears. He became achingly aware of how easy it would be for her to simply crash his circulatory system and stop his heart from beating altogether.

Numbly, he picked up his fork and stabbed a piece of chicken. The thought that it might be poisoned flickered manic in his mind until he realized the absurdity of the thought. She didn't need any help if she intended to kill him.

Villain watched him take a bite and she looked remarkably pleased, leaning back in her seat. "Such an obedient little hero. You are a breath of fresh air. The ones who fight and scream and spit are so typical. Such a waste, so full of pride. Not you, though, mm?"

"No," Hero breathed.

"So tell me," she continued, taking a bite of her own meal. She chewed it and swallowed, letting him stew in the anticipation of her silence. "You've been hiding from me. Anywhere I show up, you turn tail and flee. Tell me why."

Hero's food suddenly felt like acid in his stomach and he was unsure he could take another bite.

"Do you really need to ask?" he managed, voice sandpaper-rough. "You could kill me in 20 different ways without touching me."

Villain hummed. "Not very brave of you to run, is it."

"Is it brave of me to die?"

"Your kind would say so," she shot back, voice level and calm but chilling all the same.

Hero swallowed, setting his fork down with a gentle clang. "I'm not as much like them as they would prefer."

Villain ran her tongue along her teeth. "No. But that's not the only unusual thing about you. You and I both know... That's not the only reason you run from me. Is it?"

Hero's breath caught in his throat, and for a panicked moment, he was certain that the villain had signaled his lungs to stop functioning.

The smile on her face was radiant, and sharp enough to draw blood all the same.

She leaned closer, pressing her mouth to his. The kiss blew sparks across his vision; seared the memory of her into every crack of his brain.

Turns out, every nerve, every wavelength, every essence of him had always belonged to her. She never needed to take it.

Part 2

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[esperosisdoeswriting]

Prompt #349 Part #2

I hope you enjoy @avvail​! Also this ask made me realise I accidently labeld prompt 347-351 instead 447-451, it’s corrected now but man I feel dumb haha! So yeah thats why this ask is asking for Prompt #449 (which doesn’t exist yet) and I’m continuing Prompt #349.

Original

[Hero] struggled desperately against [Villain]'s hold, gritting their teeth against the grime-covered cement.

"I'm disappointed [Hero]," [Villain] smirked, "I thought we could play for a little longer."

"[Civillain]-" [Hero] hissed as [Villain] twisted their arm0 "run away! Now!" [Hero] begged as [Civillain] stared on the scene with horror.

"Oh yes, do please run. It'll be so much fun to catch you.~" [Villain] laughed. "Now [Hero], you just stay still for a moment, and I'll... take care of your precious little [Civillain]."

[Villain] reached into their clothes and pulled out a needle filled with a pale green substance. [Hero] cringed and held back a whimper. They had to be strong, for [Civillain]. [Villain] brought the needle to [Hero]'s neck before the pair froze at the familiar sound of metal on metal.

"Let them go [Villain]." [Civillain] said, aiming their gun at [Villain]. [Villain]'s eyes locked onto [Civillain] for a moment before their surprised expression cracked into a grin.

"Or what? You're going to shoot me?" [Villain] asked.

"Yes."

"You won't." [Villain] dared them as [Hero] felt the needle prick their skin.

[Civillain] fired.

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Everything hurt. That was the first thought that entered the hero’s mind as they slowly crawled out of unconsciousness. Their brain felt like it was banging against their skull in all directions and their exhausted muscles were stiff and sore. The hero slowly started to become aware of all the cuts and bruises scattered across their body. They couldn’t seem to recall where any of those souvenirs had come from.

The hero groaned before they could stop themself. They tried to move their aching limbs, only to realize that their wrists and ankles were tied down to something. Wait- they were sitting down. In a chair. Hero was tied to a chair - Very original.

They tried to open their eyes, but that seemed to expose them to a whole other pain. They inhaled sharply and tried to blink the blurriness from their eyes. They felt completely disoriented, and the hero despised that feeling. Almost more than they despised-

Villain.

Sitting across from them in a comfortable looking chair, their legs crossed, a thick book resting in their hands and simple reading glasses on their nose was Villain. It was far too domestic a look for someone who had made a hobby of murdering, in the hero’s opinion. The hero tried to muster up a glare, but their eyes still didn’t seem to want to focus properly.

The villain ignored their futile attempts to appear anything other than completely helpless and instead glanced up at their little hero.

“Good morning little [pet name].”

92 notes • Posted 2021-03-04 23:58:44 GMT

#4

So I know that I was posting concepts here semi-regularly for a good while and I’ve sorta stopped… again. But! That’s because I’ve been working on a thing. It was somewhat inspired by @letthebodyfall little sketches of some of her mutual, so I decided that that would be a fun thing to do. But then I remembered I’m not exactly an artist. So I made this instead.

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101 notes • Posted 2021-12-02 18:30:58 GMT

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Concept #8

A hero who is slightly touch starved and a villain who is very hands on and fights close range and the villain notices something is *off* with the hero. So they decide to capture the hero to figure out what exactly why they are being so ‘weird.’

106 notes • Posted 2021-07-06 16:07:36 GMT

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Concept #6

Hero and Vigilante are in a relationship and then Vigilante dies and Hero is devastated.

Years later however, Hero encounters Vigilante, except now they’re a villain working for Supervillain and Hero has no idea what happened. Vigilante apparently was brought back to life somehow by Supervillain and agreed to work for them as long as they got Hero at the end of it all.

204 notes • Posted 2021-04-07 20:19:01 GMT

#1

Concept #9

Hero is a college student and villain is their tutor. They are always very passive aggressive towards each other, but their tutor sessions are the one thing that they’re always on time for. After all, it would be pretty suspicious if they both always missed them. But due to this, everyone thinks that they have a crush on each other and they have to play along because they don’t know how else to explain it without exposing their identities.

217 notes • Posted 2021-10-17 23:36:09 GMT

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prompt #70

“I’m only going to ask this once.”

The villain aims the gun at their thigh, and pulls the trigger. The sidekick doesn’t register the ear shattering bang from the gun, too overwhelmed by the white agony that exploded in their leg, a dying scream ripping through their throat.

“Where’s Hero?” the villains asks calmly.

The sidekick can just barely grit their teeth and muster up a glowering glare. “I’m not telling you anything, you miserable—”

A boot comes crushing down on the bullet wound, rivulets of blood pooling along the ground. The sidekick’s head thuds against the ground, stars popping in their vision.

The villain reloads their gun. “Think very carefully before you finish that sentence.”

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TEMPTATION

cw: restraints, multiple whumpers, sadistic whumper, reluctant whumper, gore, blood

Riley stepped into the kitchen to find that the whumpee had been restrained to the ground, their hands twisted behind their back as the sniper’s boot dug painfully into their spine. He paused for a fraction of a second, the sniper’s head tilting towards him as he hung up the call, and tossed his phone on the kitchen counter. 

Riley’s eyes trailed down to the writhing whumpee, who was yelling and panting violently through the fabric stuffed inconsiderately into their mouth. His lips pressed into a thin line as he pocketed his phone. 

“So,” he hummed, feeling slightly uncomfortable. His hands slid into his pockets wearily. “Why’d you call?” 

The sniper ground his heel into the whumpee’s back just to feel them squirm, before his dark eyes met Riley’s, the mask concealing the bottom half of his face. His hands moved smoothly, making Riley squint. 

“Want you to hold them still,” the sniper signed, pointing to the whumpee on the floor. “Want to try something.” 

Riley stayed planted where he was, his expression wrinkling slightly as he tried to follow the motions of his hands, before shaking his head and sighing sharply. “You know I don’t understand what you’re saying, right?” 

The sniper’s eyes narrowed slightly, and Riley rubbed a hand against the back of his neck, avoiding those eyes. He had said he’d keep trying to learn, but it wasn’t easy when he’d been so busy helping the sniper with…these kinds of things. He cleared his throat, taking a hesitant step forward. 

“You need me to…get something?” He asked, and the sniper shook his head, pointing at the whumpee again. Riley hummed. 

“Hold them?” He guessed, and the sniper nodded his head once. Riley grimaced, but he had no choice but to do as he was told when he took his boot off their back. They immediately started squirming against the kitchen tiles, and Riley crouched down to gently grab their arms. 

“Hang on, stop moving,” he murmured softly under his breath, trying to somewhat console the sobbing whumpee in any way he could. His grip almost gave way when they thrashed violently, and he tightened his grasp with a small frown. “Fuck.” 

His eyes trailed up to the sniper, who signed a subtle “idiot.” 

“Careful,” Riley scoffed. “I know what that means.” 

He focused on trying to hold the whumpee down so they didn’t slip away, knowing that would end up in a bloodbath on the carpets, and the sniper would make him clean the stains.

Riley begrudgingly watched the sniper, who had taken out a glass and a rolling pin, and winced when he smashed it against the counter. He only stopped when they were tiny little shards, and gathered them up in his gloved hand. 

When he began making his way back towards the whumpee, Riley felt his stomach twist in dreaded realisation.

“Sniper, that’s going to make a mess,” he grit out, his face paling slightly when the gag was ripped out of the whumpee’s mouth, choosing to ignore him. Before the whumpee could even take a deep breath, the sniper was pushing the glass shards into their mouth, covering it firmly to prevent them from spitting it out. With a few applications of pressure on their own throat coaxing them to swallow, he finally removed his hand. 

Riley felt them hacking violently, each garbled intake of breath tearing their throat and their mouth up even further. He heard the tickle of some shards hitting the ground, surrounded in an ever growing pool of blood, their body writhing and frantically convulsing. 

Riley squeezed his eyes shut, turning his head aside as he kept a firm grip on their arms, not giving them a chance to move as they shook with choking shrieks.

“Shit,” he whispered shakily under his breath, his own throat swelling with this phantom pain as they continued to gag and heave mouthfuls of blood. He hated that it had lasted for so long, too, until he felt the moment their body slumped forward, the occasional sickening drip drop of blood from their lips hitting the tiles. 

The sniper had watched the whole thing contently, and when Riley finally found the strength to lift his head up, his eyes landing on him. Despite the mask, Riley could see he was smiling in satisfaction. 

“Let’s do that with the next one.”

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prompt #63

“I hate you,” the hero whispers, the words like fire on their tongue. They cling desperately onto the villain’s shoulders, fingers winding through the fabric until they are shaking. Every touch along their body makes their skin sing. 

“Is that why you’re kissing me?” the villain answers back sharply, their voice just as breathless as the hero clashes their lips together again. It’s a messy plethora of gasps and tugs of fabric, and it’s making them go dizzy with the heat. The villain draws their hands down their back, igniting that passionate hate the hero doesn’t know what to do with. 

The villain’s voice is hushed against their lips. “Just once?” 

The implication hangs heavy in the air, and they can barely even wrap their head around the severity of what they’re doing. But they need an outlet. They need a way to show them how passionately they hate them.

The hero nods, nipping at their bottom lip. 

“Just once,” they breathe.

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prompt #65

“Are you happy?”

The hero turns towards them, and their throat closes up when they attempt to answer. The villain has turned around too, looking at them with this pitiful look in their eyes.

“Doing this,” they reiterate, shaking their head. “Are you happy?”

The hero sighs. “No.”

“Then why?”

There’s a strange stab of accusation in their voice, and the hero can’t help but bitterly laugh at the absurdity of it all.

“Because I have to.”

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prompt #59

“I don’t want to,” the hero whispered, fingers clenching in their hair and keeping their head down low. “Please, just leave me alone.”

Villain folded their arms across their chest. “You’re not well, Hero. You’re going to catch a cold if you stay out here like this. Or the knife of a mugger.”

The hero shook their head slowly. They didn’t want to move. They didn’t want to do anything.

“Stop doing this,” they croaked, leaning away from their touch. “You don’t really care. Stop pretending you do.”

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prompt #57

“You look really good in that suit.”

The hero flushed red from head to toe, watching as the villain subconsciously rakes their eyes down their body. Even after a second, they seem to wince, just as shocked at what they’d said as the hero.

“What?”

The villain blinked. “What?”

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