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defectivehero · 2 months

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If you'd like, please write about an injured hero who needs to be carried around by villain! >:D

“One more complaint and I’m dropping you,” the villain announces, briefly readjusting their grip. They have one arm looped under the hero's knee and the other supporting their enemy's back.

The hero has been steadily avoiding eye contact, instead looking ahead. They look a bit flustered, for some reason. “This is humiliating,” the hero sighs, looking down at their ankle with a menacing glare.

“Yes, it is humiliating,” the villain agrees, an annoyed expression on their face as they stare ahead. They thank the stars that they're walking down a rather narrow and abandoned side street. They wouldn't be able to do this downtown, in broad daylight—both because they're too prideful, and because someone may recognize them. “Maybe if you had paid attention instead of tripping over nothing-”

“Hey, that’s not very nice bedside manner,” the hero interjects. The villain has to take a moment to process that statement.

“Bedside manner is for people who are ill or dying,” the villain sighs, “You’re just dramatic.” Gods, why do they even bother? They could be at home right now, washing the dried blood from their skin and melting under the warm water from their shower. Instead, they're carrying the hero across town as if they're some sort of delivery service. Absolutely ridiculous.

“You haven’t dropped me,” the hero points out. They look far too smug for the villain's liking. Indeed, their next remark nearly makes the villain's jaw crack from how hard they're gritting their teeth. “So I must be doing something right.”

The villain takes a deep breath, trying to maintain their composure. Leave it to their enemy to make a simple act of kindness so painful, overcomplicated, and tedious. “You’re clinging onto my neck so tightly that I’ll get whiplash if I drop you,” the villain feels the need to point out.

“Fair enough,” the hero acquiesces. After a moment’s contemplation, they loosen their grip on their neck. The villain can almost feel the weight slowly seeping from their shoulders. They had underestimated the hero's grip strength, it seems.

They expect the hero to be still once more, but their enemy doesn't relax. It only takes a few moments for them to snap. "Stop squirming," the villain demands.

"I was loosening my grip, asshole-" The hero seethes irritatedly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, what was that?" The villain asks, making a show of looking around at the empty street around them. "Was I just insulted for helping my enemy back to their agency—which, might I say, is an entirely voluntary and selfless act of heroism?"

The hero scoffs and rolls their eyes. "Oh, please," they huff. The villain gets the feeling that, if their arms were free, they'd cross them over their chest in indignation. "You wouldn't know heroism if it punched you in the face."

The villain just stares at them, waiting for them to catch on to what they just said. The hero connects the dots moments later, as they evidently realize that they themself have indeed punched the villain in the face before.

An awkward tension clings to the air. The villain continues walking down the street towards the hero's agency, internally cursing their pure heart. If this is how inconvenient it is to be a hero, then they don't plan on doing anything remotely good ever again.

Mercifully, the building begins to appear in the distance. As the villain crosses the street, the hero begins to murmur. “Let’s go in through the back,” they say, “Just turn the corner, there’s a door back there-”

“Oh, absolutely not,” the villain interjects immediately. "If we're doing this, then we're doing this." They readjust their grip once more and stroll towards the elaborate front doors of the city's top superhero agency. They can feel the hero stiffen in their arms.

“Please, no,” the hero begs them. The villain doesn’t bother listening, instead continuing to walk purposefully towards the entrance. The security is laughably lax at this hour. It's when they cross the threshold of the entrance that the hero attempts to break free from their grasp. Thankfully, the villain had been expecting them to do just that, and they manage to hold tight.

The villain pointedly clears their throat, satisfied with the way the occupants of the foyer immediately swivel around and stare with gazes of recognition. “I think I have something of yours,” they announce, looking down at the hero in their arms. At this point, the hero is positively wriggling in their arms—desperate for escape. The villain finally decides to take pity on them and they release their grip, leaving the hero to fall to the ground.

“Ouch.” The hero mutters once they hit the ground. The villain rolls their eyes, knowing that the hero managed to break their fall with a tactical roll and land without injury. They push themselves to stand on one foot and someone nearby rushes to their side, providing them adequate support to remain balanced on one side.

Everyone's eyes are on them, as if they're waiting for the villain to do something. "You may carry on," the villain orders, when a few seconds pass and the onlookers continue to stare expectantly. Their voice seems to break through the confusion and anticipation, and the people scattered around the space return to whatever they were doing. "I've done my civic duty for the year." They mutter to themself, turning on their heel and heading for the door.

"Hey." The hero's voice makes them freeze in place. The villain inhales slowly, summoning more patience. They turn around and manifest a calm expression.

"What?" They ask, struggling to keep the frustration from their voice.

"Thanks." The hero smiles.

"Just- don't let it happen again," the villain answers, looking away from the hero's far-too-bright smile. They turn on their heel and walk away, pushing away any and all feelings born from their enemy's gratitude.

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the villain, holding the hero by the scruff of their neck: look what i foundddd!

the villain: this heroism stuff sucks. the hero: *expresses their gratitude and smiles* the villain, visibly flustered: now hold on a second...

this dynamic really amuses me. I can't get rid of the mental image of the villain holding the hero by the scruff of the neck like a kitten, and the hero just kind of hanging there in defeat. good stuff.

the villain lies awake that night, unable to stop thinking about the hero. :3

and thanks to the anon who sent this request! I posted a cry for help yesterday very briefly and then got embarrassed and deleted it, but! the original point still stands: my ask box is open! send me stuff and i *may* write it!

if ur reading this, ily <3 hehe

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maybeitsalivescribbles · 5 months

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TTD - Dastardly Hug

Being a hero had its inconveniences. You could be called for help at any hour, you could be harassed by any angry civilian because you didn’t do a good enough job, or of course you could be hit and killed by some villain on the loose.

However, what worried Hero at the moment was the paperwork. It was the dreaded time of the month when they had to log in the agency website and describe every one of their good deeds to be paid. It had taken a bunch of tries to finally access their account, and now they were wondering if bringing a dog back to its family counted as “security” (the dog was certainly safer inside the house) or as “improving the well-being of citizens” (a category that could embrace all kinds of actions, to helping an old lady to cross the street from stopping the apocalypse – who designed these things ?).

Behind their back, the door creaked in an ominous way (they really needed to lubricate the hinges). For a brief instant they fervently hoped that it was only a gust of wind, but the light of the room suddenly went off. They sighed and saved their progress while their roommate solemnly declared:

“I am darkness. I am the creeping blackness that cannot be killed by any light.”

“Sure, but I’m certain you still will be in fifteen minutes. Can you come back then ? I’m doing paperwork.”

“You wish to surrender to the horrors of bureaucracy rather than mine?”

“I don’t wish it, but we kinda need the money, you know. What did you want ?”

“Why, tis but a common reminder to surrender in my presence that should strike fear and reverence in your heart. Every activity of yours should pale into insignificance.”

“Can you be more precise ?”

“I’ve come for intimidation and invasion of your personal space.”

Hero looked at the screen of their computer. It had been already two hours since they began. Oh, fuck it.

“Yeah, okay.”

They patted their knee and extended one arm. For a moment, they couldn’t see anything, then they felt the weight of a person on their lap and a head on their shoulder. It was impossible to see the shape of the silhouette huddled up them, only a vague black cloud, but it wasn’t a problem. They were getting used to it by now. They closed their arms gently until their fingers met a back, that they rubbed.

“You have so many knots.”

“It’s because I’m very twisted.”

“Maybe you should straighten your back more.”

Former Villain shrugged and didn’t answer. They both stayed like that for a while, silent and quiet.

“Hero ?”

“Yes ?”

“You wouldn’t hurt me, would you ?”

Hero’s hand froze on their roommate’s back.

“Why would I do that ?”

“Just checking.”

“Of course I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to hurt anyone.”

Still no answer. Fingers clutched at their shirt, almost desperately. Hero knew by now that asking if their roommate was okay was a lost cause. They never answered in a straight manner. So, after clearing their throat, they awkwardly said:

“Uh, if you let me suffer into the hands of the bureaucracy for a little while, you could beat me to video games if you want to. Or we can watch a movie together. But, uh, in a really evil way ?”

“In a really evil way ?”

“I don’t know, I try to make it sound appealing to you.”

“You’re terrible at it. Nevertheless, I will graciously accept your request.”

“How kind.”

After a moment, Former Villain slid from their lap and went out. Hero didn’t turn back to their paperwork immediately. The truth was that despite Villain being their roommate, they didn’t know much about them. Who needed to pretend that wanting a hug was very evil, and what kind of past did they have ?

Check the These Two Dorks Masterlist or Tag for more snippets with this Hero and Villain. This is how they met and now they’re roommates.

Or back to Hero x Villain Masterlist.

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tired-teacher-blog · 11 months

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If your relationship with Dabi has taught you anything in the course of your years together as a couple, it would be to never announce your imminent orgasm when his head is buried deep between your legs and his tongue is skillfully flicking on the glistening folds of your pussy, and that is because he's a cruel bastard who would stop it in the blink of an eye once you shakily speak your declaration.

He simply cannot help it, emerging slowly to gaze at your tear-streaked cheeks and flushed glowing skin as you whine a plea after another for him to grant you that release only he could ever provide.

He's always been mesmerized by you —the most beautiful thing in his pathetic life, especially in moments like this, and it's a view he wishes to engrave in his head for eternity.

However, that one fateful night you tricked him into believing it was safe to carry on, biting back your usual whimpers and grabbing onto the bedsheets underneath yourself instead of pulling on his hair like you always do, was when you climaxed around his tongue uninterrupted, making it your first win against his ruthless torments.

That one fateful night you braced yourself for a discipline, heaving chest, blurry eyes and afterglow casting a dazzling seductiveness to your captivating beauty as you awaited for him to come into view and growl his dissatisfaction, only for a gasp to escape your throat when he surprisingly kept quiet.

His eyes were wide, lips slightly parted and larynx bobbing as he swallowed thickly. He looked flustered and at loss for words for once.. Interesting.

You failed to understand at first, that catching him off guard like you had done moments before, intensified his already unbearable arousal and unlocked a new fantasy within himself that neither of you knew excited.

The moment you defied him, crashed his head into submission and squeezed your thighs around him tightly so he wouldn't escape until you finally reached a splintering orgasm that rocked your core and shockwaves of pleasure that followed suit, was the moment he knew it wouldn't be the last time he gives in to you.

_ "Focus gorgeous, we're going to do that again."

It shouldn't be the last time he gives in to you.

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the-broken-pen · 3 months

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“I’ve never used a gun before,” the hero swallowed, mouth dry. They had never needed to, but now—

The villain’s head lolled over to look at them. A lazy grin spread across their face.

“Don’t worry,” they held the hero’s gaze, unflinching. “I have.”

The gun went off. Across the room, one of their enemies dropped, blood splattering against the wall.

Still, the villain didn’t break eye contact, content to shoot without looking. They hit their target every time, but still—

“Can you please look where you’re pointing that thing?”

“Why,” the villain tipped their head, and that shit eating grin was back, “Am I making you nervous, hero?”

The hero grimaced as the villain sent another target sprawling onto the floor. Surely they had to run out of ammo eventually?

When the hero didn’t respond, the villain laughed.

“Oh, I am. Well, that’s adorable, frankly.”

The hero flinched at the next gunshot, and the villain nodded their head towards the hero’s gun. “If you were to—and bear with me this is a crazy idea—help me, this would be over with way faster.”

The hero looked down to their gun, shifting it side to side in their hands. It didn’t look all that hard. Point, aim, shoot. They could do that, right?

They lifted their gun, aiming at the nearest combatant—

The villain slid to a stop next to them, tsking, and their hand settled onto the hero’s gun too quickly for them to see. “Not-no not quite like that,” they hummed in the hero’s ear, and though they couldn’t see their face, the hero knew they were amused.

The hero’s jaw clenched with irritation.

“First,” the villain murmured, far too close, “Safety needs to be off.” They clicked something on the hero’s gun, repositioning the hero’s hands as they did. “Second,” they continued, and the hero shivered. “Don’t aim at me, love. You like me too much to kill me.”

“You’re awfully sure about that.”

The villain half rested their chin on the hero’s shoulder, batting their eyes. Their free arm jerked up, firing a shot behind them at someone who had evidently gotten too close to the two of them.

“I am,” they grinned. Their hand rested over the hero’s once more. “Now, aim,” they guided the hero’s hand towards the nearest enemy. Their finger slipped over the hero’s on the trigger. “And shoot.” They pulled down on the trigger, trapping the hero’s finger underneath theirs, so when the gun fired, they fired it together. The hero winced.

It was louder than the hero had thought it would be.

Across the room, the body dropped.

“Good,” the villain praised, voice low, and something stirred in the hero’s chest. “Again, love.”

They guided the hero through the motions once more.

By the time there was no one left to fight, the villain was staring at them with a look they couldn’t decipher. It was all encompassing. Hungry. Wild.

The hero cleared their throat, and the villain smirked like they knew what the hero was doing.

They eyed the hero, still with that look on their face.

“God, you’re pretty with a gun in your hand,” the villain cursed. They stepped closer. The hero didn’t move, holding their breath as the villain wiped a splattering of blood off their face. “Pretty covered in blood, too, but that might be a bit too insane for you, hm?”

The hero’s face went hot. It wasn’t, they thought. They wanted to kiss the villain so badly they worried it might be a sickness, twisting their mind, something terminal. But still, that smile—

The villain stepped away. They scanned the hero’s blushing face, and grinned harder at whatever they saw.

Gently, they took the gun from the hero’s hands, vanishing it behind their back.

“The next time you need someone to show you how to shoot, give me a call,” they nodded towards the hero’s hands. “I wouldn’t want someone else touching my hero, now would I?”

The hero couldn’t stop the smile that spread across their face.

The villain winked, stepped back, and was gone.

My hero.

Oh, the hero was well and truly fucked.

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aflyingsheepnamedrose · 25 days

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IMAGINE THIS

Winged Hero is currently in their molting season. They’re extremely embarrassed by how silly they look, so Villain saves the day by crocheting the Hero a pair of soft wing covers they can wear.

#hero x villain #villain x hero #heroes and villains #hero and villain #heroxvillain prompt #writing ideas #fluff #learning how to crochet rn #yall it’s so hard T_T

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epiclamer · 1 year

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I love touched starved flustered heroes and a steamy spicy Villain... but what about the roles reverse?

Here's a cupcake 🧁

Awww thank you (this ask is so old im sorry—)

Nastily Disrespectful

“So the rumours are true?”

Villain stuttered to a stop in their villainous monologue. Admittedly, they did not care for the rude who couldn’t stop themselves from interrupting, but if it was a trap then they were already caught.

Dragging a palm across their face to pinch the bridge of their nose in annoyance, Villain sighed. “What rumours.”

Hero blinked at them, like they expected Villain to already know what secrets were being thrown behind their back. Then, they grinned, a stupidly attractive sly smirk coming across their lips.

“About how you do this for attention?” The hand pinching their nose became an incredibly helpful shield for the blush that slapped the villain straight in the face. “How you do this for my attention…”

Spluttering, the tomato red villain found themselves interrupting for the first time. “I-I do not.”

The hero only hummed, their previously on-guard stance dropping to a more casual one. “Mmm, all these speeches? The close proximity fighting? Late night heists with barely any preparation?” Hero’s grin only grew larger as with every word the villain grew redder.

Of course, it was the truth. Villain was just ashamed of it.

Ashamed of how they would spend hours writing speeches just to be able to talk to the hero. Ashamed about their up-close and personal fighting techniques that they had learned just to feel the hero’s touch. Ashamed with their constant baiting and bantering just to lure the hero into flirting with them. And most of all, ashamed of the midnight crimes they conjured on little to zero notice, because they couldn’t sleep when they hadn’t talked to the hero at least once.

But everywhere the hero touched felt like fire on the villain’s skin. It was perfect. It was addictive.

In the blink of an eye, the crime-stopper was in front of the criminal. Wrapping their arms around the other’s shoulders and pulling them close in something that almost resembled an embrace. Breath hot, yet their lips never touched.

Villain felt like they were going to combust on the spot. If the burning blush didn’t give them a heart attack first, they were sure that any closer and the hero would be delivering it themselves.

“Why’s that, hm? Do you need me, Villain?”

The rooftop felt much too public for this level of intimacy. Especially between enemies.

The cold wind creating a powerful contrast against the heat of Villains skin. It never seemed to actually cool them down, though, only Hero had control over their temperature at the moment. Their lips leaning in as they made their way to the villain’s neck, did not help the poor criminal’s case.

Hero didn’t seem to mind.

They also didn’t seem even slightly affected by the fact that they were kissing their enemy’s neck. Whereas the villain was a complete wreck. Mind running at 100 miles per hour and body redder than a beet, they wished they could say something, they willed their mouth to move, but in the moment of it all, they couldn’t. Their brain simply pulled a complete blank.

The pause to kiss the villain’s neck was meant for them to answer and Hero couldn’t help but chuckle at their inability. “I know you think about this, I know you wish for it on every shooting star and birthday candle…”

Hero bit down warningly just above their collarbone. “You’re not slick.”

Villain gasped hands coming up to the hero’s back as they grabbed for a hold. Still not having come down from the pure euphoria invading their mind. Their fingers twisting in the fabric of their enemy’s suit as they tried to stay focused on the words sitting upon their limp tongue.

“F-Fuck—”

“Is that all you’ve got?”

Removing themselves from the villain’s neck to make eye contact with their prey. Their eyes were foggy with lust and half-lidded in ecstasy, while Villains were blown to saucers in frantic need.

So different, yet right now they were together and they were one.

The hero—if at all possible—tugged the villain even closer, murmuring while their lips were grazing with every word. “Don’t worry, sweet. I have all night to drag those pretty noises out of you~”

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chaotic-orphan · 1 year

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Exhausted Hero

*~*~*~*~*

“Wait…”

It wasn’t the word that caused the Villain pause. It was the desperation behind it. The rain was hammering down against the fire escape outside, Villain’s hand still holding the window up. A small hand was clutching the fabric of their hoodie and Villain was left frozen like this.

They turned their head over their shoulder to see Hero. Head bowed, eyes drawn, focused on their hand in Villain’s jumper as if they didn’t quite expect it themselves.

“Yes Hero?” Villain asked, voice gentle.

Hero licked their dry lips, eyes lifting to Villain’s, looking at them through their fringe. It cast the shadows in Hero’s sockets, exposing every line, every bag under them. And they were wet with unshed tears that seemed too much for Hero to shed. Like if they did they would crumble to dust.

“Please… stay. I— I haven’t slept…” Hero whispered, voice barely audible, and loud at the same time. Loud in telling Villain how desperate they must have been to ask Villain for help. To stay? To help them? To show this vulnerability. This weakness.

It told Villain everything they needed to know.

Villain shut the window. It was the best night’s sleep Hero’s had in weeks.

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save-the-villainous-cat · 11 months

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Genderqueer or nonbinary villain? I know you write a lot gender neutral but specifically for the pride stuff perhabs?

“Woah—” was all the hero managed when they pulled off the villain’s mask. Woah.

One simple motion and yet, they weren’t prepared for this.

“I’m kinda big on the whole secret identity thing,” the villain said, and their voice was slightly singed. “If you don’t mind.”

“Oh, yeah…” The hero’s face lit up red and their brain was increasingly unable to form any kind of coherent thought. They’d never seen someone this…mesmerising. The villain looked absolutely gorgeous. If the hero had been an artist, they would’ve been scared of drawing the villain, scared of insulting the villain’s beauty with their own filthy art. “Ehm…uh…you don’t need that mask, y’know?”

Lazily, the villain raised an eyebrow, still a bit startled. It had been a tough fight that had ended in a team-up which had led to…well, the hero didn’t like the term time out but this was eventually exactly that. Patching each other up, checking on the remaining teammates, making new plans.

The hero wanted to check the villain for any head injuries, actually.

“I actually do. Like I said, secret identity and all…”

“Oh, yeah—” God, the hero was an idiot. You don’t need that mask. What a dumb pick up line. “What I meant is…I’d like to see more of that pretty face.”

They tried to smirk and be smooth but they failed miserably and sank into their own personal pond of embarrassment. Usually, it was the other way around. Usually, the hero was good at flirting.

But this time — the hero couldn’t even tell the villain’s gender — they were so distracted by their enemy that they were sure this was an evil scheme to stop them.

“You’re flirting with me,” the villain said slowly, as if it was a big secret.

“Whaaat?” The hero laughed awkwardly. “Nope. Why would I? We’re enemies—”

The villain stood up and observed the hero quietly, studying every inch of their body until they were satisfied. The villain was shorter than the hero (which was adorable) but they somehow managed to be more authoritative despite the two inches of difference.

“You might wanna check the wound.”

“Yup—” The hero let out a sigh, relieved and thankful that the conversation was changing. They walked around the villain and took a look at the back of their head. At first everything seemed fine: they were moving hair out of the way, actively trying to avoid looking at the villain’s sweaty neck and checking for injuries. However, there was blood. “Fuck, you got a little cut there…I’d prefer to treat this at the med bay.”

“Don’t bother, I can take care of it.” They played with the mask the hero had given back to them.

“No. You can’t treat a wound on the back of your head alone. You didn’t even know you were injured!” the hero said. They couldn’t let the villain go home like this. “I have to look at this.”

The villain looked at them for a long time, judging again.

“Not a trap?”

“Not a trap.”

“Not a date either?” The hero blushed yet again.

“…no”

“Good. Would’ve been a terrible place for a first date.” The villain leaned in. “You should ask me out for dinner after, though.”

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auratusaria · 1 year

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Prompt No. 30

Hero stood by the bus stop, hugging themself as they waited. Despite the layers of clothing they have on, the biting cold continued to pierce through it, sending shivers down their skin.

"The bus sure is late today." Someone spoke beside them, though Hero didn't need to look to know who.

"What are you doing here?" They asked with a slight annoyance to their voice.

"So grumpy. I'm here to pick you up." Villain huffed out a breath.

Hero glanced at them, "You mean, kidnap me?"

The criminal's face contorted into a scowl, "Please. If you don't want my offer then fine--"

They whipped their head away with huff of annoyance, turning around to go back to their car when they felt a light tug at their sleeve. Villain glanced at their nemesis, their gaze averted as the tips of their ears turn a bright red.

"Since you're so pushy. Then sure, whatever..." Hero mumbled.

Any other day, Villain would've continued messing with them, it might be because of the snow falling slowly in the background, or the cold air, but Villain had never seen Hero look soft. Perhaps they can tease them another day...

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puddleslimewrites · 8 months

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Ok so ive been thinking of a ship dynamic and its polyamory. Hero x Anti-hero x Villain. You can do it however you want! I dont think this is an original idea but ive not seen anyone else do this so far

Oooo that's an intriguing trio

I've never seen this written before either, but I'll give it my best shot. Thank you for the ask! ^-^

"Calm down, love."

"They're late."

Villain stopped Hero mid-stride to interrupt their pacing. They took their partner in their arms and gently guided them to the couch to restrain them in a hug. "Anti-Hero is always late. You know them. They'll be home soon." Villain smiled down at Hero sweetly. "And if they aren't, I'll make sure to remind them how to keep track of the time."

Hero sighed, reluctantly relaxing in the hold. "I might want to 'remind' them with you, if you don't mind."

Villain looked down at their partner with a raised brow. "Is that a threat, love? Careful now. That doesn't sound very heroic of you."

"Loving either of you isn't very heroic of me," Hero huffed. "...Do you think they're okay?"

"They better be."

By the time the front door clicked open, all the lights were out. Anti-Hero slipped through the entrance as quietly as possible. Which meant their partners heard every attempted tip-toe as they crept past the living room. A shadow fell over them and they froze.

"Back so early?"

Slowly, Anti-Hero turned to face Villain. "Oh. You're still up? You didn't have to wait for me, darling." They chuckled nervously, fingers twitching for the weapon pouch on their hip. They were tired, but if Villain wanted a fight, they'd at least try their best before giving in.

"Darling," Villain repeated with a thin smile on their lips. "Dinner went cold hours ago."

Anti-Hero tensed as Villain stepped closer, but their partner only laid a gentle hand on their arm. "You're hurt, aren't you? Let's get you cleaned up. Hero already has the first-aid kit ready."

Anti-Hero sighed, shoulders sagging in relief until the grip on their forearm tightened. "But don't think we won't be talking about this." The softness in Villain's tone was anything but kind. "Even my schemes have a curfew on date night."

Anti-Hero swallowed and nodded, feeling numb. They were in for a long and exhausting lesson later.

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lesbianwriter · 9 months

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helooo!

i love your blog!!

If you don’t mind!

can you please write a snippet about just some cute fluff? where the “scary and dark” villain wakes up and is just so cuddly around hero and is only soft around hero so hero just teases villain for that soft side of hers?

just some cute fluff🥹🙏

i would really really love that!! thank you so so much!!🫶🫶🥰

“Mmm…no, don’t go to work.” Villain murmured into Hero’s shoulder, her arm wrapping tighter around Hero’s torso.

“Duty calls, Villain.” Hero stroked Villain’s hair softly. A slow smirk began to twist on her lips. “Although, I love seeing you so…mushy. It’s adorable, really. And to think that a few hours ago you were almost demolishing the city.”

It was odd to her how someone could go from acting like a snarling wolf to a cuddly puppy. People feared Villain and her wrath, but nothing was fearsome about her now, with her face still half-asleep, hair askew, and face pressed into the soft crook of Hero’s neck and shoulder.

Villain wrapped her fingers around Hero’s side. “I don’t like that word. Mushy is a weird word.” She exhaled softly as she nuzzled closer, her breath warm on Hero’s neck.

“What would you prefer? Sappy? Cheesy? I’ll let you pick, princess.”

“I am very fearsome, I’ll have you know.” She opened her eyes and half-heartedly glared up at Hero before leaning back down again. “Stay. I won’t be bad today if you stay with me. No villainy, no destruction of the city…I think that’s a good offer.” Villain yawned.

Hero rubbed Villain’s back. “Aw, does Villain want me to stay and pamper her? I don’t know...has she been good enough to deserve it? Why should I, when she was so evil yesterday?”

She inched closer, wrapping a leg over Hero’s body to further secure her to the warm bed. “Please? For me?” Her fingers teasingly drew circles into Hero’s skin, the touch light as a feather, and oh was it tempting to sink beneath the waves of Villain’s influence.

But Hero knew not to give in so easily.

“Did the fearsome Villain just beg me?” Hero chuckled, her smirk widening. “Do it again for me, if you want me to stay.”

“Please?” Villain smiled as she leaned her head on Hero’s chest, looking up at her with doe eyes, and Hero swore that the clouds could’ve parted in that moment.

Angelic was the word for it.

That look seemed so wrong on Villain, considering how she was with anyone but Hero, but Hero was head over heels for it anyways.

She kissed Villain’s forehead gently, smoothing the stray hairs back. “Fine, you win this time.”

“I win every time.” Villain smirked to herself as she closed her eyes.

Okay, so it’s actually been forever since I’ve posted… 😖

Missed y’all :(

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surplus-of-sarcasm · 7 months

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Bloody Love Letter

The overdue fluff (I tried, okay?) snippet for @thelazywitchphotographer

TW: Blood, murder mention, knife mention

To most people, the sound of footsteps padding across asphalt in the middle of the night would have been worrying, but Villain didn't exactly fit into the category of 'most' people. Besides, these particularly heavy footsteps were dragging across the street slowly, probably belonging to a drunkard, all the more reason for her not to give a damn.

Still, she decided to humour her unfortunate stalker, turning around to face them, the expression on her face something between irritable and smug, one dark eyebrow arched and a very slight upturn of her lips.

The familiar mask that she was so used to wearing seemed to practically melt into nothing as she realised who the footsteps actually belonged to: Civilian. The man was dressed in his usual business casual, a pair of jeans and a white shirt, except this time, it was more of a shredded rag of blood-stained fabric than a shirt.

Scratches and bruises littered his face, dark crimson encrusted on the corner of his lips, and he was also sporting a black eye. Except the civilian was unfazed in the slightest, as though this was some sort of everyday occurrence. "I'm sure you've seen a lot worse," he remarked casually in response to the look of utter shock the villain had failed to hide, her eyes going wide.

"What happened?" she questioned, as the muscles of her face worked to pull it into a neutral expression.

The civilian snorted incredulously. "I skipped my skincare routine, so I don't look as pretty as usual," he retorted, his lips stretched into something between a smirk and a dark scowl.

This was the kind of insolence that the villain would kill people for, but Civilian had been sharp enough to notice he was an exception, an idea that was frankly poisonous to the villain. She wished to remind him exactly just how dangerous the game he was playing was, but in his current state, it really didn't seem like the time.

So, she simply ran a hand down her face exasperatedly, "Who did this to you?" she demanded, a slight edge of well-concealed anger to her tone that she knew the man would catch.

"What I did to him. You should've seen the other guy." He grit his bloodstained teeth in a feral grin, an expression the villain had never known he was capable of, thanks to his usually mild-mannered nature.

The villain sucked in a sharp breath, folding her arms across her chest. Whatever had warranted this kind of reaction from the civilian was definitely terrible.

Or maybe, if his words and cocky attitude weren't misplaced, this was an indication that the man was a lot more dangerous than he'd seemed, and she just wasn't entirely pleased with that conclusion.

"Alright, hotshot. What did you do?" she challenged, her own piercing blue eyes trained on the civilian's sage green ones, trying to stare through him as though he was no more than a sheet of paper, as though something in his resolve would crumble.

It was the civilian's turn to take in a heavy, measured breath, his gaze refusing to meet the villain's. He seemed almost lost, for lack of a better word, worrying his lip between his teeth, his smug attitude crumbling incredibly fast. "I- killed him," he admitted, trying hard to hide the solemness in his tone with a matter-of-fact intonation, a poor cover-up he failed to paint over the nervousness.

The civilian was never the type to take risks. Before he'd met the villain, he was as cautious as could be, a normal man with a normal job who lived in a very normal neighbourhood. Or that was what the criminal had took him for at first, until she'd found out that this was merely the tip of the iceberg. The civilian had gotten tired of trying to glaze over every side of him with well-fabricated normalcy.

But to confess to murder? That was lightyears away from "trying to change things", from driving a little faster than he was used to or any of the new things he'd done after he'd known her. If there was any shred of his old self, of any basic common sense, he should've already noticed by now that there was a great chance he'd ruined his life, shredded it to pieces.

"Why?" she asked, voice barely above a whisper, instinctually feeling like she would despise his answer.

This time, there was no hesitation in the civilian's tone. "He said he'd go after you. Said he'd hurt you, and I wasn't giving him that chance. Consider it my bloody love letter," he half-snarled, his fists clenched and the muscles of his face taut with conviction.

The villain tried for a few false starts, only for nothing to come out, her lips left parted in surprise.

At that, the civilian's expression softened into something she'd never seen before, into something she realised she wished to see more often, something that lit up his features beautifully.

The civilian was a good-looking man, in a strangely dishevelled sort of way. Dark, wind-ruffled hair with very slight flecks of grey and unwaveringly bright tourmaline eyes that never seemed to dim no matter how exhausted he was. Surprisingly, the crimson streaked across his face seemed to highlight the high-set cheekbones; somehow rendering his current frazzled state even more beautiful than what he usually looked like.

And the realisation that she found the civilian attractive seemed to hit her like a freight train, as did any wave of strong emotion she wasn’t accustomed to. Still, the lingering tension in the air as he crossed the distance between them was very palpable.

“I love you.” The soft smile he gave her at her expression of surprise was equal parts cruel as it was kind. The villain had never been the oblivious one, the shocked audience of a plot twist. So openly vulnerable with someone who downplayed his own cleverness more often than not as a protective tactic.

But she wasn’t exactly sure she hated it. Quite the contrary. She’d evaluated their relationship as that of two unlikely friends aware of each other’s attractiveness and no more, something surface-level and entertaining, but she’d come to realise in that moment, that she’d been wrong.

“I love you too,” she offered as the civilian’s surprisingly warm fingers skirted across her hand, and Villain tentatively got closer, her lips pressed to his jawline, almost fitting there perfectly. She didn’t mind the blood on her mouth, she probably didn’t even notice as the civilian pulled away for a moment, her breath catching in her throat until he got closer again, a soft, almost high-pitched laugh of euphoria escaping his lips as they made contact with the crown of her hair, velvet-soft and blissfully cool against her skin.

“Do you trust me enough to let me take you home so I can fix you up?” she asked.

He pulled away again, a wild, wolfish look in his eyes. “You know, I didn’t even need a knife to kill him,” he answered cryptically, except between the two of them, this was a clear enough response.

✨Timeskip✨

"Just one more left," she said placatingly.

"Well it burns," he hissed, pulling himself away from the cloth soaked in antiseptic near his face, and yet he made absolutely no effort to stop her from pushing him down on her lap again, unless you considered a petulant mock-pout an effort.

"I'm sure you've seen a lot worse," the criminal replied swiftly, quoting him from earlier with her lip curling upwards subtly as she wiped away the last of the blood and dirt on him. The civilian looked significantly younger with all the gunk off, the white hairs seeming to have shown up prematurely, with him being so stressed half the time.

Except right now, he sported a lazy half-smile, looking at her admiringly through half-lidded eyes, lashes so enviously long they fell against his cheek when he blinked. He lifted himself upright, easily pulling her into his lap and tracing the shape of her cheekbone with his finger and then slowly kissing it. "It's never been fair, how gorgeous you've always looked, but now that you're mine, maybe it is, only slightly more just," he crooned, kissing the other cheek with a haunting gentleness that made it seem impossible that he could've killed someone, but with enough passion to prove the previous assumption incorrect.

The villain hummed thoughtfully, pulling him even closer somehow and running her fingers through his hair, smooth like strands of silk now that he'd showered. She felt him shiver, knowing full-well he was touch-starved, "It's alright. You'll get used to it."

"I will," he replied with a smirk, except he leaned further into the touch as she ran her hands through his hair and down to his shoulders, still unaccustomed but the small smile on his lips as he closed his eyes indicated his approval of the touch.

Love is not as concrete as we like to believe. It is certainly senseless to try and learn the exact mechanisms of it because only a fool would wish to learn of something that does not exist and never could. And sure, it is a terrifying product of fate, an outcome of a game where you can only control half of the moves, but still, love is such an awfully human quality; just as wild, just as unpredictable and just as beautiful. It holds the power to draw blood, to start fires but also to bring the taste of euphoria to your lips better than any drink or drug could ever hope to.

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mirohtron · 1 year

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The superhero went in to break the suturing thread with their teeth, and their breath brushed warm and tickled the villain's skin.

The villain shivered and gripped hard at the edge of the roof as though they'd fall. "Ouch," they said softly, a little helplessly, because their neck burned.

"Sorry."

The villain could hear the smile, so really, not very sorry. "That's not very hygienic," they mumbled. "I'm starting to think you want me to get infected and die."

"If I want you dead, I would've pushed you off this roof the moment I saw you."

The villain blinked, because they hadn't really thought of that, just of accidentally falling, so maybe they were a bit more dazed from the fight than they'd like to admit.

There was a grin in that sentence, too, though. The villain was grateful that the superhero was tending to the wounds on their back because then they wouldn't see the red creeping up the villain's face. The villain scraped their heels against the building's side to try for a distraction.

The superhero's knuckles pressed into the villain's tired, aching muscles as they dressed the wound. The pressure was so warm and relieving that the villain imagined melting into it, imagined the superhero holding them, like a delusional idiot. Then those hands left and the cold night felt colder.

The superhero lightly tapped the villain's elbow with a finger, so gently they could've imagined it. "Rest this on your knee," they said, so the villain brought their knee up and put their arm on it, and the action hurt because of the way the wounded muscle had to stretch, but it was nothing the villain couldn't handle. But the wounds were a little bad, they supposed, if the superhero was going to patch him up.

Or, perhaps, the superhero was just too good for this world. Or maybe the villain looked just that pathetic. Whichever came first. Both made their heart squeeze in largely different ways.

They'd seen the superhero work, on TV. They'd made him do commercials back then, intermissions where he'd teach children how to do this, that, how to fix the dishwasher, how to dress a wound. Sometimes help the wounded on field. Back when they were a child, when the superhero was merely termed hero or saviour, because they were the first of a long line of many. Back when they were terribly young to do such selfless things, to protect the city from such horrible horrors. But they'd been quick and meticulous then, and had only grown better. The suturing was painless and barely felt.

"I don't think you don't want me dead," the villain said.

"I wouldn't waste my supplies on you if I did," the superhero said playfully. The villain's mind caught on to the use of my supplies as though it meant anything. Stored that in a stupid special place. Like a smitten thing.

"My," they said, tried to put a cheeky smile to the words, "you make me feel so special."

The superhero paused behind them chuckled, then resumed with their work.

A beat of peaceful silence passed.

"You shouldn't be out here," they said eventually. They pushed overgrown hair away from the villain's neck, exposing scarred skin there. "Out on your own like this. People haven't completely forgotten, you know."

"That I was cast out? I'd like it if they never do. They'd question the agency's competency that way."

"Darling," the superhero said, "you think they don't?"

The villain blushed pink. "I think they don't question it enough."

The superhero chuckled. "They always have. No matter how hard we try, there's always going to be people who won't trust us completely." They bandaged the villain's arm and moved away. That was the last of the villain's wounds, and they turned to look at the superhero.

"That's it," they said once they realised the superhero was looking for any wound they might have missed. They picked up their shirt and moved to put it on, but it made their sutured wounds stretch and they halted to a stop and hissed. The superhero took it from their hands and helped them put it on instead, and as they helped, their knuckles brushed the villain's chest.

A blush spread through the villain's face, and they looked away and fixed their shirt. They mumbled a shy thanks.

The superhero put their arms steadily on their shoulders as they helped them up. They pressed a bottle into their palm. "Medicine," they said. "Apply it to the wounds on your back twice a day, all right?"

The villain nodded. The superhero brushed a finger delicately to their wrapped bicep. "If this gets too bloody, redress it."

"I can take care of myself," the villain said playfully.

The superhero smiled. "I worry."

The villain smiled back, getting a soft feeling in their chest. They didn't try to move back.

The superhero's thumbs rubbed circles into the chorded muscles of their shoulder.

"You should be careful," the superhero said eventually. Too good for this world. "That stunt you pulled at the mayor's conferance was too overboard."

The villain frowned. They stepped out of the superhero's grip, then. "Too overboard? You heard the proposals. Or do you favour cheaper water systems over the city's health like those greedy politicians?"

The superhero winced. "That's not what I meant."

"Then?"

The superhero closed their eyes and sighed a little pained sigh, and it made the villain regret the animosity. They hadn't always been like that, jumping to accusations. But ever since the agency had cast them out over what they'd found, well...a different environment warranted a different attitude.

"I'm sorry."

"I meant...what you said. I know you think there's only a conspiracy that one of the city's heroes has become a villain, but..."

"I know the rumours were high when I first showed up," the villain said. "I know what I said. I told you. I want them doubting the agency's competency."

The superhero sighed again. "I know, darling, I know. But...I don't want you getting hurt."

The villain began to form a reply, but the superhero gave them a look like whatever they were going to say, the superhero would know it was a lie. I can take a couple punches. I wasn't actually hurt so bad. This fight wasn't the worst fight till date.

They sighed. "I'll expect better retaliation next time."

"I won't always be there to look after you," the superhero said. They took the villain's chin in their thumb and index finger. "You're our brightest star. You know that, right?"

The villain flushed hard, then, heart fluttering. But their chest also lit up with confidence, with hope.

"I know," they said.

The superhero smiled. "Good," they said. Then, they did something unexpected: they pulled the villain in and kissed their brow.

It was more tender than what the villain had expected. Inwardly they feared the superhero liked them the wrong way, but then they pulled away and looked into the villain's eyes and the look felt a little too intense to keep up. They giggled and pulled away and shyly squeezed the superhero's hand.

"See you," they said.

"See you," the superhero said fondly.

The villain ran rooftop to rooftop, climbed down a couple balconies and pressed their forehead to the wall of a dark alleyway, glowing ball of light in their chest and all.

They'd take the agency down with any other bright stars they could gather one day.

#i havent worked on this one for so long i forgot how it was supposed to go #hero x villain #villain x hero #superhero x villain #villain x superhero #heroes and villains #superheroes and supervillains #villains and heroes #fluff #caretaking

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depressedgaywriting · 1 year

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CW: blood, murder, suicide/suicidal thoughts, crying

Villain pressed their knife to Hero's neck, blood dripping down their arm and onto the floor.

Hero's own knife was discarded on the floor, blood soaking it all the way up to the hilt. The hero themselves was panting, gasping for breath against the cool piece of metal pressing against their throat. "Kill me." they said, and their voice was soft. Pleading, almost. "Do it. Finish this."

The muscles in Villain's hand, which had seemed so sure of themselves moments ago, seemed to second guess themselves. Their hand trembled slightly. "Hero," they said, equally softly. They let the word hang in the air, in the silence, as tears sparked in Hero's eyes.

"Please." they whispered. "It's over. Finish it."

Villain pulled the knife away, tossing it onto the floor beside Hero's.

"Finish it!" Hero's voice had risen to nearly a shout. "Finish it - it's over - why won't you-" Their voice broke into a sob and they collapsed forwards into Villain's chest.

Villain held them as gently as they could. They weren't accustomed to holding people, but Hero didn't seem to be complaining. "I, uh." They paused. What were they supposed to say? It wasn't as if they knew anything about what was going on in Hero's personal life. What if they messed up? They settled on "I'm not going to kill you."

Hero looked up, black eyes so helpless Villain wanted to grab hold of them and never let go. "Why not?" they said, in the smallest voice Villain had ever heard.

Why not? Villain didn't know, to be perfectly honest. What happened to brutal, efficient killing? What happened to knocking down everyone in their path? "Because I care about you." It was true, they realised, as they said it. They cared about the hero. Their sworn enemy.

"Why?" they whispered.

"Because I do." they said firmly. And they did.

#NOT A PROMPT #some good old #hurt/comfort #hero x villain #villain x hero #fluff #hugging #fantasy #enemies to lovers #writing #my writing #writeblr #writing snippet #theyre so cute #i love villain theyre adorable

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the-broken-pen · 16 days

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Hello! Heard you were open for writing request? Had this idea in mind about a villain who's Russian and a hero who's falling for villain's accent? Maybe a bit of flirty banter as they fight 👀 your choice tho! Have a fun spring break ☀

The hero was pretty sure the villain was actually trying to kill them this time.

“Hey, don’t aim for the face, okay? It’s the money maker.”

The villain raised one eyebrow–and aimed for the hero’s face.

“Oh come on,” the hero groaned. “That’s just uncalled for.”

“Really? Is it now?”

If the hero had better judgment, they would have said something snarky back, or attempted to get the upper hand. Instead, in a move uncoordinated and wrought with embarrassment, they tripped over their own feet and blushed.

The hero was used to pretty. They were used to gorgeous.

But they had never expected to be attracted to someone’s accent of all things, and it was driving them mad.

“Yep, pretty sure it is,” they managed. They had to dodge halfway up the wall to avoid the villain’s next blow.

“You’re awfully chatty today,” the villain said, and the hero was going to lose their mind–

“Is this affection?” The hero blurted, and contemplated throwing themself off the building to spare both of them. “Because it feels like affection.”

“I don’t know,” the villain shrugged. Their mouth tipped up slightly, gone in a flash between one second and the next. “Do you want it to be?”

The hero froze. “You–I–” and found themself blinking up at the sky, the villain’s hand around their wrist. “Did you just judo flip me?” They wheezed, and the villain grinned.

“You’re blushing.”

“Yeah, because you just knocked the wind out of me. Excuse me for going red with oxygen loss–” the hero cut themself off with a cough, lungs protesting every word, and tugged the villain down to crash into the pavement beside them.

“Let me rephrase; You’ve been blushing this entire time.”

“It’s cold.”

“It’s July.”

“A very cold July.”

“If you’re going to lie,” the villain said, and truly, the hero was lucky they hadn’t had a knife pulled on them yet, “Do it well.”

The hero buckled the villain’s knees. Petty? Yes.

Satisfying? A good reprieve to try and get the blush that flared every time the villain spoke to subside? Also yes.

“Real smooth,” the villain rolled their eyes, pushing themself to their feet. “So, what is it.”

“Was that a question, or–”

“My winning personality?”

The villain was studying them with far too much care.

“Aren’t you supposed to be robbing a bank or something?” They said half-desperately.

“Smile? Laugh?” The villain paused for a moment, catching the hero’s punch as if it was nothing more than a mosquito–which was insulting, to say the least–before their face cleared of any confusion.

“Ah,” the villain said, and oh the hero was so screwed, because they knew that look. That look appeared regularly in their dreams. It was the villain’s signature ‘I figured something out and I’m going to use it to do nefarious things’ look. Their ‘I’m smarter than you and I’m about to prove it in an effortlessly ruthless maneuver’ look.

The hero saw it far too often.

“‘Ah’ what.”

The villain, damn them, grinned, releasing the hero’s hand.

“Accent.”

Any air that the hero had managed to regain after the judo flip escaped from them like they were a sinking ship.

“I’m right, aren’t I?”

“No,” the hero said, cursing every single moment of their life that had led up to this one. Maybe they really should have become a lawyer– “I’m just flabbergasted by how dumb that sentence was.”

Flabbergasted. Flabbergasted. Who the hell says flabbergasted?!

“This is cute,” the villain remarked as they drew a knife. They gestured with it towards the hero’s undoubtedly fire engine red face. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this flustered.”

“I’m not flustered, I’m–”

“Flabbergasted?” The villain suggested wryly, and truly, the fact that this situation was funny in a hopeless and pathetic way was not helping. The accent absolutely was not helping either.

The hero truly had nothing to say to that, staring at the villain, the two of them impromptu statues.

“You like me,” the villain teased. “And my accent.”

The hero was not proud of what they did next.

Considering their life, it wasn’t the worst thing they had ever done out of embarrassment.

A close second, though.

The villain smirked, and in a move far more elegant than they had ever thought themself possible, the hero slid under the villain’s arm, snagging the knife from the villain’s hand as they went—and planted it into the villain’s side.

The villain blinked, hand going to their side. The hero blushed—

Finally, in the single coherent thought they had managed in seemingly their entire life, they did something not embarrassingly pathetic.

The hero bolted away, into side streets and alleys, to the sound of the villain’s pained and endlessly amused laughter.

“Real smooth,” the villain called after them, voice echoing between the buildings. “You’re handling this quite well.”

The villain was never going to let them live this down.

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