#short snippet

[mochaamilk]

Content Warnings: Demon Sex, Very small hint of Somnophilia

You tightened your grip on the sheets as you let out a soft gasp, his hips slamming against yours as he lets out grunts and groans. A hand on your waist as the other still held a grip on your ankle.

You were always told never to leave any part of yourself uncovered or a demon would come and eat you…

You never expected to have woken up to the feeling of pleasure and the sight of a horned demon, eating you out like you were a meal he had been anticipating.

And now he was stuffing your pussy with his large demon cock, picking up the pace, pushing himself into your deepest part, hitting the right spot. You were unable to hold back and reached your second orgasm. Your fluids were what he needed as he reached his peak as well, coating your inner walls white.

Needless to say, this wasn't the only night he visited…

…and you were fucking glad it wasn't.

#{mochaa:shorts} #mochaa's milk #mochaa writes #short snippet #demon smut #smut #cw somnophilia #🐮 #🥛

[silver-ink-iron-words]

“What about the words ‘aroace’ do you not understand?” the hero cried, throwing a punch. “I’m just not interested in you like that!”

The villain dodged and threw a punch of their own. “Oh, no, I understand.” They tried to kick out the hero’s legs, but the hero jumped away. “I’m so honoured that you felt safe enough to come out to me, and that you had the patience to explain what those terms meant.” They launched at the hero. “I’m sorry if that was frustrating for you.”

The hero blocked the villain’s fist and raised their knee in a kick. “Then why won’t you leave me alone?”

“Well” – punch – “I was doing some reading on the subject,” – kick – “and I came across the phrase ‘queerplatonic relationship.’” – punch – “I just wanted to check that such a dynamic also disinterests you, before I gave up entirely.”

The hero stopped, because, one – the villain had done research on this? And two – yes, the hero did want a QPR. Quite desperately, in fact. But it was so hard to find people who had even heard of the term, let alone were interested in that kind of relationship.

“Do you mean it?” they asked, feeling breathless.

The villain took advantage of the hero’s stillness, and hit them right in the face.

“For you, dear? Of course.”

Part 2

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A/N – This feels like as good a time as any to mention that I’m aroace. (Btw, would you say that aroace is one word or two? I struggled to decide.) It’s rare to see a-spec representation, so I thought I’d write my own. I plan to write more stuff like this in the future, including the often unmentioned identities like demisexual/romantic, cupioromantic/sexual, aroallo, etc.

I honestly love talking about a-spec identities. So if you have any questions, feel free to ask. I’d be delighted to answer.

Edit: Hey, if you liked this snippet, you might also like this aroallo one I wrote

#villain x hero #hero x villain #villain #hero #heroes and villains #villains and heroes #aromantic #asexual #aroace #qpr #ace #aro #snippet #writebrl #short snippet #not a prompt

[sanaserena]

Limping to the door, you looped your bag across your body.  You pulled the door open to see Kid waiting against the rail, one arm folded across his chest, while checking his phone in the other. 

“You’re slow,” he said, sliding his phone into pocket. 

You rolled your eyes as you locked your door.  “Well you could have waited downstairs.”

“And have you trip on your way down, and expect me to take you to the closest doctor?”  Kid grumbled, offering his hand. 

You stared at it for a second.  “It’s okay, there’s a railing.”

It was said with confidence, and with one look at you, Kid shrugged, as if to say, suit yourself.  You just didn’t anticipate how daunting going down the stairs could look on one leg.  You waved him forward, determined to show him that even though your ankle was just a little painful, you could hop your way down. 

You regretted it after the first few steps, when after several attempts at finding the best way to hop down, you nearly slipped—if it weren’t for the rail, and Kid catching you around the waist.

“Whoa,” he said, holding you upright with the mere power of his arm. 

“Just a slight misstep.”

He grunted, the smirk on his lips said he was amused.  There was definitely nothing amusing about any of this.

“It might be best,” you said weakly giving in.  “If you helped me down the stairs.”

His smirk widened.  “Are you telling me or asking?”

“Asking.” You were glad you weren’t the type to hold onto pride at moments like this.  “Please.”

~♥~♦~♠~♣~♥~♦~♠~♣~♥~♦~♠~♣~♥~♦~♠~♣~♥~♦~♠~♣~♥~♦~♠~♣~♥~♦~♠~♣~

"Reader has a sprained ankle and asks Kid for a lift" scene from my modern (sports - lacrosse) au fic, A Pair of Reds, over on AO3 (former Portgas D. Ace X reader pairing; Eustass Kid X reader endgame)

#one piece #one piece fanfiction #portgas d ace x reader #former portgas d ace x reader #modern au #lacrosse au #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #x reader #eustass kid #eustass kid x reader #feeling nostalgic over this fic of mine #eustass kid x reader endgame #short snippet #it's so hard to pick because the other scenes are just too long #Eustass Kid being Eustass Kid #soft-ish (non-toxic) but still Kid-Kid kind of fic

[deckofaces]

Hii, I would love to request yandere whumper, pls and thank you!

Ice cream for motivation 🍦🍦

Hi! So I realized this has been sitting in my inbox for ages. But then I had an amazing thought, why not answer it on your birthday? So this is my bday gift to you! Happy birthday!! I hope you like it :)

Late Night Delusions

Tw: whump, yandere whumper, failed escape, drugging, creepy/intimate whumper, possesive(? not sure but I’ll put it), and I think a bit of gaslighting too so yeah

Whumpee crept through the house, slowly and quietly. The home was pitch black, they could barely see, even the currents were drawn on any of the windows to block any moonlight from coming in. They sometimes wondered if Whumper did that on purpose, in case Whumpee tried something like what they were doing now. 

But they would be fine, lately they’ve been learning the house like the back of their hand. They knew where every creak in the floorboards were, they memorized the easiest places to exit, and they were pretty sure they knew how to get out as quietly as possible. The most difficult part was getting up the steps from the basement, which Whumpee already did! The stairs had the most creaks out of the entire home.

Whumpee knew that Whumper went to bed a couple hours before. They stayed up waiting until they felt certain their kidnapper went to sleep. This is the first bit of hope they’ve felt in so long, they practically clung to it like their life depended on it. 

They crept across the living room and kitchen towards the back door of the house. They could see the dark night outside the back door window, oh how they wished to feel the cool night encompass them. Whumpee silently took a deep breath, slowly twisting the doorknob. 

They let out a shriek that pierced through the stillness of the household. A firm iron hold gripped their wrist not on the doorknob and yanked them away from the handle, spinning them around. Whumpee’s eyes widened seeing Whumper’s face now in front of theirs, even in the dark. Their soft but honeyed voice seemed to shred any hope they had into tiny itty bitty pieces. “I did not know we were going out stargazing tonight, Whumpee.”

Whumpee frantically shook their head, trying to pull their wrist out of their hold, but Whumper did not seem to budge. “Please let me go,” they pleaded, “I’m so tired of being here!”

Whumper barely reacted to their attempts to escape their grip. They just blinked at them with a look of concern. “But my dear.. I’ve been helping you. You are getting so much more attention and love since you’ve been here.” They gave Whumpee a sad look. “Are you sick? What are you doing up in the middle of the night saying these crazy things?” They put a hand to their forehead as if to feel for a temperature. 

With their free hand Whumpee slapped their hand away. “What-? Sick? No, no, I’m not sick! You know I’m not-! You- you hurt me!”

Whumper’s face contorted into one of confusion. “Whumpee.. I don’t hurt you. Your life was so difficult outside of the comfort of my home. I’m giving you a nice easy life if you would just let me..”

“I have friends and family and people waiting for me out there! I’ve been here, stuck with you for I don’t even know how long anymore!” Whumpee shouted, their built up anger and emotions being released finally through their desperate rant.

“Who?” Whumper questioned. “Caretaker?” 

Whumpee fell silent. They were right, and oh god they missed Caretaker. Maybe they have been their motivation for escaping this whole time. Whumper stared at them waiting for an answer, but in the end their silence spoke for them.

“Caretaker did not know how to take care of you. They did not know you like I do. It is best if you erase them from your mind, Whumpee. They were manipulating you and making you worse. And see this-“ they waved to the door “-means I still have a lot of work to do with you.”

Tears filled Whumpee’s eyes. “No! No, you know nothing about me or Caretaker! You are sick and twisted and-“ they were interrupted by Whumper grabbing the collar of their shirt and yanking them closer. They must have let go of their wrist some time in their argument and they didn’t notice.

“You are mine. You were never Caretaker’s. You will never see them again, you are staying with me. Now I suggest you go back to bed, you are being delusional, you must be exhausted if you are lashing out like this.”

“Please, no- I-“

“Shhh, I said it is time for bed.” Whumper reached into their back pocket, Whumpee not noticing the movement in the dark. “You will feel better in the morning, you will be over all this craziness.”

“What, I’m not crazy-!” They helped and looked down at their arm, Whumper held a syringe and were emptying its contents of who knows what into their system. 

“Relax, all you need is rest.” 

Whumpee let out a handful of weak protests. They could not fight off the exhaustion that seemed to quickly wash over them and make their body feel so heavy. Whumper picked them up into a bridal carry when they became too weak to stand, and in the end, falling unconscious.

“Yes.. goodnight Whumpee,” Whumper whispered, looking at the sleeping figure in their arms. There was no way they would let them go so easily. They were theirs after all. 

#whump #writing #my writing #writers #whump community #whump fic #whump writing #yandere whump #yandere whumper #failed escape #drugging #tw drugging #tw failed escape #whumpee #whumper #caretaker mention #not a prompt #whump snippet #birthday snippet :) #short snippet

[merrycrisis-if]

So first of all, love love LOVED this update and am already far too eager for the next one hahaha. Second of all, if its not too spoilery I have a question about our besties Joony:

So post-The Incident, it kind of seems like Joony thought the tension between Qiu and MC was...juvenile isn't the right word, but with the two of them not getting into what actually happened, from Joony's POV it probably just looked like the kind of fight a lot of high school couples get into when things are stressful. Shitty, painful, but rarely so significant that it's worth leaving things on that kind of note. And they also seem genuinely remorseful when they see MC's reaction and realize too late that they overstepped. With that in mind, would Joony still have told Qiu about MC leaving for the US if they'd known the full scope of The Incident and the aftermath?

Oh, obsessed with this headcanon.

I don't think Joony thought of it as juvenile/not a big deal, but they just had no idea what happened between Qiu x MC, and wouldn't have guessed that it was so heavy. Also they were 18 then, and truly Joony still believed that everything in life could be fixed.

I think Joony was just like, "c'mon, y'all were so close, and you're leaving for four years. Don't leave like this." And you're absolutely right, when they see MC's reaction they're like oh fuck. Is there something here that I didn't understand??

If they understood the full context, they definitely wouldn't have gone and unilaterally told Qiu about the gathering without asking MC first, but they definitely would've have asked MC to consider inviting Qiu.

You're sitting on your bed with Joony, the both of you listening to music together. Joony scratches their head, and props their head up on an elbow.

You know they get like this when they're trying to muster up the courage to say something, so you just nudge them with a foot. "What? Spit it out. You look constipated."

Joony bites their lip. "I was just thinking about..." they pause, and after a long silence, they try again, meeting your gaze. "Are you really going to leave for NY without telling Qiu?"

Immediately, your entire body stiffens. "Yes," you say, expression hardening.

Joony takes one look at your face, and expels a huff of breath. "Wow," they breathe. "Okay. Got it." They lean in closer to you, your shoulders touching. A new song comes on, and you let the music slowly wash over you, feeling it slowly soothe over the burning in your chest.

#merry crisis #if #interactive fiction #asks #joony #Qiu #short snippet

[chaotic-orphan]

Dec. 9 + 10, prompt: nice gift + ornament

You know what’s up, I missed yesterday so December prompt calendar two for one special!!!

@the-modern-typewriter @the-modern-typewriter-aesthetic

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“You know villain, after all these years of working together, I realised I never actually got you a birthday present,” supervillain purred and villain blushed.

“There’s no need, supervillain. Honestly, I don’t even-”

“Ah, ah, ah! Don’t even finish that sentence,” supervillain said, a finger on villain’s lips effectively silencing them. Supervillain regarded them with such tender adoration that villain could have melted on the spot as supervillain moved their hand to villain’s cheek.

Supervillain stepped closer, leaning towards them and villain’s heart pounded against their chest when supervillain stopped just an hair between their lips. Their breath shared, and supervillain smirked.

“Do you want to see your gift, little dove?”

Villain licked their lips, nodding in response not trusting their voice with supervillain this close to them.

“Okay,” Supervillain said, stepping away from villain with a wide smile, and something unknowable in their eyes. “Close your eyes.”

Villain obeyed. They heard the door to the drawing room open, and then they felt a hand grasp their arm gently, guiding them blind into the drawing room. The roar of the fire greeted them.

“Okay, now… open!”

Villain opened their eyes and before them kneeled hero. Their hands above their head in heavy iron shackles that were chained to the ceiling. Their knees wrapped in chains keeping them on the floor.

“Hero?” Villain asked, breathless.

Hero raised their head and villain suppressed a flinch. They looked bad. So bad. Their eyes swollen and bruised, blood dripping down their nose passed their lips and onto the floor below.

Supervillain came around villain then. “Perfect, isn’t it? I got it just for you. House trained and everything. Isn’t that right hero?”

“Yes, sir,” hero croaked and villain frowned stepping closer to them.

“Happy birthday, villain,” supervillain said, pressing a kiss to villain’s cheek.

*~*~*~*~*

Continued here

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[thepenultimateword]

Consequence of Action

“When you do these things—jumping straight into the deep end, fighting with supers twice your level, going radio silent and following through with barely threaded schemes—do you ever think about the people who’d be affected if something happened to you?”

"What, like the employees?" Villain said, staring intently down their bent arm and one-handedly securing a bandage on their bloodied elbow.

"I mean me!" Henchman cried, pounding their fist on Villain's desk.

Villain jumped a little and then glared, "Don't do that, you almost made me mess up."

"What? You seriously...? Did you even...?" Henchman threw back their head in a hysterical, humorless laugh. "Of course! How inconsiderate of me! Having people worried for your life must be such a bother! You'd rather be alone, patching up the fruits of your recklessness without annoyances. Well fine, be alone!"

They started storming for the door.

Villain blinked, the words slowly registering. "Henchman--"

Henchman wrenched at the handle, barely catching the door before it cracked the drywall.

"Henchman!" Villain repeated, "You know that's not what I meant. You're just...always hovering! Worrying over every little thing!"

Henchman whirled around aggressively, jaw clenched and wetness brimming their eyes. "I love you. But I can't do this anymore. Every day feels like it could be your last, and you don't even care. You don't listen, you don't take care of yourself, you push away anything and anyone that opposes what you want to hear; now you won't even let me help with the first aid--"

"Because every time you help you get like this!"

Henchman closed their eyes and took a deep breath. When they opened them again the tears were streaming down their cheeks, but their gaze was dead. "I'm just exhausted."

"I don't understand what's even happening right now. All this because Hero scratched me up a little?"

Henchman scoffed. For a moment, it looked like they wanted to bite again, but then they just shook their head and looked Villain dead in the eyes. "I hope you have a great time throwing away your life."

The door clicked softly behind them.

Villain stared at the dark wood for several moments, imagining Henchman's furious little storm down the hall and debating whether the best response would be to give chase or let it lie.

The wall clock ticked in the silence, turning 5 seconds into 10 then 20 then 30. Henchman would be back tomorrow, right? Probably no need to go after them. Villain could just enjoy the silence for now. Yeah.

They settled back more comfortably in their seat and got busy rubbing ointment into one of the nasty purple bruises inking their shoulder. They winced under the pressure, and no one said, "I know, love" or "just sit still a little longer" or a growly "who did this to you?" No one said anything at all. The second hand on the clock simply kept doing its job, filling in the space for the conversation with the passing time. And that was just fine.

#villain x villain #villain x henchman #heroes and villains community #hero x villain #hero x villain community #angst #break up #short snippet #mini snippet #writeblr #writblr #drabble

[absentia-if]

Can u give a lil snippet of how KN reacts to someone flirting with MC? Whether they're hiding somewhere and saw that, or MC knows their Identity and is beside them

You were radiant.

The shimmering flecks within your gaze like the stars that hung above— giving light into the darkness that was their heart whenever you turned it towards them. Gentle warmth, filled with soft adoration, directed towards them when it shouldn’t be. They’re aware of what they are, of what they have done, and what they’re capable of doing, because of the darkness that lurks deep within them; the demons that have feasted upon their psyche and soul since they were barely old enough to walk.

Some may call those beasts monsters, but, at this point, they were old friends. One they could always call upon without fear of being abandoned.

Using the wall as a backrest, they observe you from the shadowy corner they had found for themself— one they were quite certain you’d be able to spot them in; you always did have a knack for finding them when they weren’t even aware they were lost to begin with. Observe the simpleton of a man begin to flirt with you, as you subtly try to make your escape, but the neanderthal didn’t seem to take the hint. Moving ever closer to the one person they’d ever even consider dying for.

Not that they could blame the man for being drawn into your light, like a moth to a flame, but that doesn’t mean they’ll allow the man to get away with trying to take you. With trying to steal what was theirs, even if he didn’t know it, which was the highest of crimes anyone could ever commit in their eyes— barring actively hurting you.

Yes, they muse, a dark glint beginning to make its way into their eyes. I’ll have a lot of fun with him. Make an example out of what happens to those that dare try to take my little dove.

And when they’re done? They’ll make sure that you’re reminded of who you belong to— who you’ll always belong to.

As they’ll always belong to you as well.

#absentia #anonymous #asks #ask #this is as soft as you can make them #wanted to offer a new dynamic #still a gigantic red flag #but softer 😅 #the kidnapper #short snippet

[caker-baker]

Teacups

It took the old sidekick showing up at their door for the hero to finally open it wide enough, wide enough to invite another person into their secluded home, wide enough to pour tea, wide enough to sit down, and wide enough to talk.

Only after the wide enoughs and the formalities did the sidekick begin to beg.

“Please.” A simple word which held so much weight. “Please, Hero. We need you…I need you.”

“Don’t do this.” The hero responded simply. “I’m happy for this to be a social visit, but anything past that, and I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

“So you’re giving up?”

The hero’s teacup slammed down, tea sloshing over the sides in reckless waves.

“I’m not going to entertain these agency fed questions. What list did they give you?”

The sidekick felt the paper crumple in their pocket when they shifted on the couch, halfway wondering how the hero knew, halfway wondering if they needed to go off script.

“They’re rampaging, Villain, I mean. No one can match them these days, we’re exhausting our resources.”

The hero listened to their former friend ramble while they stood, picking up the tea tray.

“We need you back. They need you back. There was always something there, right? If anyone can stop them–” They had followed the hero into the kitchen. “If anyone can stop them, it’s you.”

“You know where the door is.” The hero said after a moment of silence, beginning to rinse cold tea from unused cups. “I suggest you make use of that knowledge.”

“You aren’t listening.” The sidekick placed a hand on the hero’s shoulder. “If you could just–Mmph!”

They found themselves pinned to the wall, the hero’s hand over their mouth.

“I’ve listened. I’ve listened for the past year. These complaints and this whining. I’m tired, my contract is up. The villain can do what they want, I’m done.”

When the sidekick left, teary eyed and a cold feeling in their stomach, the villain came downstairs.

“You mean that? I can do what I want?”

“Within reason, darling. I already gave you too much space.”

The villain nudged the hero, taking their position at the sink.

“Let me.” They said, beginning to wash the tea set that the hero hadn’t finished. “I don’t like when they keep pestering you, considering how much you went through.”

The hero snorted. “Yeah, that was the fourth attempt? Fifth?”

“Seventh.” The villain corrected with a harsh sense of finality. “Seventh and the last, I’ll ensure it.”

“Hey, come on, don’t be like that. I know it’s rough, but it’s not forever. They sent my sidekick, so that’s probably the end of it.”

“God,” They sighed. “You really are too forgiving. I would end the agency if you asked. How many years were you there? A child, Hero, you were a child!”

“And the last one that they took. They don’t do it anymore.”

The villain only huffed, scrubbing and scrubbing until the cup shattered. “Sorry.” They muttered.

“Don’t be. I broke fourteen last month.”

“This is my tenth. I’m catching up to you.”

The hero laughed, a sound the villain loved so dearly, a sound that went missing when some agency idiot showed up.

“The bank on ninth has been skimming money off the top. It’d be good stress relief, only if you’re alright with it.”

The hero kissed the villain.

“Take ‘em down. And when you get back, we can install an electric gate around the front garden.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

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[avvail]

tw: night terrors, implied past death

He woke up with a scream on his lips and his body jerking him forward. The child gasped heavily as he deteriorated into violent coughs and wheezes, squeezing the blanket beneath him.

The images that once floated through his mind fell under his eyelids, until he was met with the small room he’d spent months in, blinking through the darkness desperately. The boy scrambled off the bed and stumbled onto his feet, his skin clammy and his collar hot.

He fumbled for the light switch and flicked it on, wincing at the bright lights. He released a heavy sigh and slid down the wall, drawing his knees to his chest. Tears were rolling down his cheeks but he didn’t care – his body felt violated and he couldn’t get the image of his mother’s face out of his mind. Her unblinking eyes and sickly face, the harsh, elongated beeping noise to signify her death.

The boy sobbed quietly and covered his ears, overwhelmed by the harsh sound of the flat line echoing through his skull.

He wiped his face with his arm and tugged uncomfortably on his collar. It felt like he was suffocating and he felt like he had nobody hear to comfort him.

Dragging himself onto his feet, the boy wobbly took himself over to the door, cracking it open a jar. He peered out with exhausted eyes and shuffled along the corridor, sneaking down the stairs. His head was throbbing and his heart was pounding so loud in his head, he was sure it could be heard.

The child blinked back his tears and could hear the television playing loudly in the main room. He glanced inside and saw Edward on the couch, throughly invested on whatever was playing on the screen. The volume was so high he hadn’t even heard the boys fright upstairs.

He felt more tears run down his cheeks and his stomach pooled with dread.

He stifled a cry and shuffled away from the living room, head whipping around desperately. He felt like he was going to throw up from the fear and he didn’t trust Edward enough to seek his comfort.

He shakily wandered into the second room and his breath almost choked in his throat.

This room was mostly used for the child when Edward shut the living room off, but it was a cosy room with a nice, traditional fireplace. The last thing he was expecting was to see Mercenary inside.

He was lay in the hammock by the window, his arms folded under his head comfortably. He had one leg propped up and the other dangling off the side, just grazing the floor. The child could tell by the way his chest was rising and falling slowly, that he was asleep, despite still having his mask on.

The boy’s chest warmed and he snuck a glance behind him, before skittering towards him desperately.

Mercenary visited more often, after the incident with his foster family, but he hadn’t expected to see him so soon, let alone in the middle of the night. He wondered if he’d come back from a job and decided to crash at Edward’s without him knowing.

The boy approached him slowly and stood by the edge of the hammock, fiddling with his fingers nervously. He didn’t want to wake him up, but the child was so shaken up his entire body was still trembling, and his heart was banging against his ribcage.

He wiped the flood of tears down his cheeks and felt his stomach churn, setting aside the last of his pride. He gently clambered into the hammock and set himself down on Mercenary’s chest, lay draped over him. He wrapped his arms as far around his torso as he could, looking so tiny compared to him, and squeezed his eyes shut. He listened to the sound of steady breathing and the slow rhythm of his heart, soothing him gracefully.

The slow rocking of the hammock lulled his exhausted body into a slumber, curling up comfortably and relishing in Mercenary’s warmth. He fell asleep with a damp face and clumped eyelashes, but he slept soundly, as if he’d never been woken up in the first place.

Soon after the child relaxed, the man beneath lifted his head slightly. His arm came down and wrapped comfortably around the child’s body, holding him close. He kept one arm tucked beneath his head as the child subconsciously buried himself into the crook of his neck, breathing steadily.

Mercenary fell asleep with a smile on his face that night.

#writing #my writing #story snippet #writing snippet #snippet #short snippet #not a prompt #mercenary #contract killers #child #whump #nightmare #night terrors #comfort #villains #avvail

[m0use123]

Lin:- you know ... the girls are sleeping over at Tenzin's for the night. We have the house to ourselves (wiggles her eyebrows suggestively).

Kya:- Are you thinking what I'm thinking Mrs Beifong?

Lin:- Totally ...... pizza and Mario kart?

Kya:- (Kissing her wife) I'll order if you set up the wii.

#legend of korra #lin beifong #kya ii #kyaLin #mario kart #pizzatime #short snippet #i love them

[lesbianwriter]

“Was it all a lie?” Hero looked up at Villain, the rain pelting on her bloody, battered face.

Why?

Had everything been for nothing? Was all the kisses and the love merely another fabrication in the complicated tapestry Villain had loomed? And how stupid was Hero for falling for it.

Tears stung her eyes as Villain dug the heel of her boots into her shoulder.

“Not all of it.” Villain slammed Hero’s body back down, towering over the poor, hopeless little hero. “Remember when I said that I wanted to see you on your knees? That wasn’t a lie.”

#betrayal #my writing #hero x villain #villain x hero #heroes and villains #short snippet #sorry this is so short #wlw #sapphic

[silver-ink-iron-words]

“I just don’t get it, why would you leave?” the villain asked. “And what would ever give you the idea that you were allowed to do that?”

“I left,” the civilian said, “to prove that I could.”

“What?”

“I wanted to show my friends that you could handle a separation. That I wasn’t crazy for dating you.”

The villain’s eyes widened in understanding, as they took in the sight of their lover trembling in their restraints.

“This was a test,” they realized.

Part 2

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[never-never-land]

YOURE BACK OMG ILY!!

seeing you post again made me start thinking of jasmine hook and 😳😳 be still my lesbian heart. i want her to chuckle to herself fondly or maybe run her knuckles across my cheek when she sees me napping with her cat like i am WHIPPED

I know you didn’t ask for it, but I couldn’t resist. I hope this is okay…

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Crystalline blue eyes— the color of a cloudless sky— take a moment to adjust to the dim lighting of her cabin after being used to the blaring Never Land sun. Her feet take her on a familiar path through the room, towards her bed as she wanted to rest after a long day, but her body stills at the sight that greets her.

Her beloved starlight burrowed underneath the throw that Grandma Rose had gifted her so long ago; it was the most garish shade of pink but the feared Pirate Captain could never imagine turning the gift away.

A gentle smile comes unbidden to her lips at the sight of a white-furred body nestled within your arms; a sight that never failed to make her heart skip a beat while simultaneously filling it with so much adoration. Shifting silently, so not to disturb either of her loves, Jasmine gently settles on the edge of her bed; the haggard feeling to her body long forgotten as she got lost in watching you.

The gentle rise and fall of your chest as soothing as the waves beneath her feet.

The soft puffs of air that escape through your nose— and lightly ruffle Rose’s fur— as familiar as the screeching of the gulls in the harbor.

Jasmine, with a soft chuckle filled with fondness, hadn’t realized until now but you were as familiar to her as the sea had always been. You were ingrained into her bones and she knows that you’ll never leave; not truly.

Leaning forward, once again making sure she didn’t jostle the bed too much, Jasmine gently runs her knuckles across your cheek. Her heart leaping in her chest as you nuzzle against the fleeting touch.

In that moment she knew, even if she wouldn’t be able to say it out loud yet, she loved you more than the sea itself. You were the thing that would forever call her home; the one thing that would always mean she belonged.

Her love for the sea was endless, but her love for you was eternal.

Nothing would ever change that.

#return to never never land #jasmine hook #rose the cat #anonymous #ask #asks #I hope you like it #short snippet #fluff #romantic hook #love you too 💜💜💜

[deckofaces]

Tug of War

Tw: mentions of drugging, kidnapping, whump themes, kinda yandere whumper(??)

(This is a shorter fic, only about 400 words)

“You can’t just take Hero!” Superhero protested. They looked over at their friend in Villain’s arms. Hero had been drugged and they could not fight back against their enemy. Superhero also could not reach them, Villain was using powerful force fields, but that did not stop them from trying to get in anyways. 

Hero blinked, they were in such a daze. Everything seemed blurry and echoey. They thought they saw Superhero which confused them. What added to it is that they saw Villain of all people holding them?

Villain protectively held onto their dear hero. “Oh yes I can. They don’t deserve to be around you, all that ever happens is them getting hurt.”

Superhero beat against the forcefield. “They are my friend dammit! Let them go!”

The forcefield did not let up, the villain tutted at the superhero. “Every time they go on one of your missions they end up coming back harmed or injured. I hate to see that for them, they do not need that sort of life. Hero needs one of comfort.”

“Don’t act like you know them,” Superhero seethed. “Their passion is saving people, they’d hate to sit idly at wherever you plan on taking them!” Tears filled their eyes as they watched Hero’s eyes flutter close, the drug they were given fully kicked in.

“No, I do not think you understand.” When Superhero finally broke a forcefield a new one just went up in its place. “You allow them to partake in these ‘heroic efforts.’ It pains me so much that they come back hurt again and again. I won’t let that happen anymore. I will take better care of them than you will. I will protect them and keep Hero safe and healthy. They are mine now.”

“Drugging them is hardly keeping them safe! You don’t understand them at all! You are crazy!” 

Villain merely hummed. They had Hero finally in their hands. Their means of obtaining them may have been a little much, but very necessary. They turned around, no longer deciding to talk to Superhero, carrying Hero away. Forcefields blocked the path behind them, keeping their enemy back. Shouts and cursing could be heard slowing fading away into the background as Villain walked away. 

They ran their hand through the hero’s hair as they made their way to their base. What mattered now was the fact that they had Hero, they were all theirs. 

#Would you categorize this as whump? #Also would this technically be a yandere whumper? #Idk but I will tag both as such #hero x villain #villain x hero #writing #hero #heroes and villains #my writing #villains and heroes #writers #not a prompt #short snippet #short fic #whump #hero whumpee #villain whumper #creative writing #yandere whumper #idk if the tags are right but I’m going with it #Got bored and wrote on impulse #superhero

[paladinsandruffians]

Short Snippet #1

"Kidnapping? Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no. You misunderstood. The only kid napping is right over there. See," Villain points to the child sleeping peacefully on her couch.

Hero stares at the child curled up under a fluffy blue blanket, a plush bunny clutched to their chest, then back at their nemesis. "Since when do you have a kid?"

#heroes and villains #villains and heroes #hero #villain #Kid #my writing #short snippet #Kidnapping #parent villain #humor #paladinsandruffians