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[abloodytypewriter]

Goes for literally any alt character chat, being mainstream does not necessarily mean healthy, being comfortable is closer to it though

if you make that female character less goth as a sign of her ~healing~ or ~improving her life~ I will kill you

make her MORE gloriously dark and over-the-top. she's growing into herself. she's getting comfortable being who she wants to be. do you see the vision. I am crying and throwing things

[abloodytypewriter]

if you make that female character less goth as a sign of her ~healing~ or ~improving her life~ I will kill you

make her MORE gloriously dark and over-the-top. she's growing into herself. she's getting comfortable being who she wants to be. do you see the vision. I am crying and throwing things

[abloodytypewriter]

"If my book is not perfect then-"

Then what? People will actually discuss it? fill your plotholes with fanfiction and headcanons?

People dont care about perfection. perfection is boring. if your story is perfect people will forget about it. its how we are wired. we remember the strange, the weird and all things left open.

Perfection isnt the goal, interesting is

[abloodytypewriter]

And they were allies

OH MY GOD THEY WERE ALLIES

Continued from here

@whumpwillow @pickleking8 @hurtmebeautifully @canigetanamenforbritney

TW: Past abuse

"Are you feeling alright?" Villain asked, slipping their arm around Hero's waist as they walked back down the halls.

"Yeah." Hero blushed. "I feel fine. Just a little sore from the bruises."

A moment of silence fell before Villain spoke again. "I'm glad you've decided to join me."

"I... don't agree with what you're planning, but... I... I can't go back to them, and..."

"It's okay to want to make them regret what they did to you. Anyone in their right mind would sympathize."

Hero was silent. That was exactly what they were thinking when they had decided to join Villain, but... hearing Villain agree with them made them feel like their reasoning was selfish— wrong.

"Where are we going?" Hero asked, finally.

"To a guest room. That is unless you feel like you need to go back to the hospital wing."

"I'll need a new costume..." Hero's mind was wandering, not really listening to Villain's answer to their previous question.

"That can be easily arranged. Do you have any idea what you'd want?"

A moment of thought.

"I want to invert the colors of my last costume, but keep the same basic design. If that's okay, I mean."

"Symbolism? Of course— whatever you like."

Hero put their arm around Villain as they walked, leaning close to them. "... Do you actually care about me..?"

Villain paused. "Why would you ask that? I believe I've made it very clear that I care about you."

"You've said you do— you've let me see things I probably shouldn't have— but you haven't really done anything that says you care about me as a person. More of as an asset..."

Villain stopped in the hallway, turning to Hero. "You are of more value to me than any asset. I want you to join me— not because of your power set or gifts— but because I like you. As a person." Villain cupped Hero's cheek gently, their free hand tracing lightly down Hero's arm. "I'm glad you left the other heroes. They were abusing you. I want you to feel appreciated here."

Hero didn't really think about what they were doing, but they leaned up and kissed Villain, bringing their hands up to Villain's face.

Villain took advantage of Hero's move immediately, kissing back softly and pulling Hero a little closer by the waist. They were gentle— careful not to press too hard against the bruises covering Hero's body.

Hero's fingers traced the line of Villain's mask, almost moving to take it off, but they didn't.

Villain took it off for them, holding it to the side as they slid their arm around Hero's waist.

Hero pulled back after a moment, looking at Villain's face, tracing the outline of a scar. "I-I don't know why I did that."

"Maybe you like me too." Villain took Hero's mask off as well.

"I do..." Hero's face went pink. "I didn't know you could be so gentle..."

"You thought I just threw punches all the time? I've got to be sure you're not hurting, Darling. After all, we aren't enemies anymore."

"Allies..." Hero leaned their head against Villain's shoulder.

"Allies."

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“You’re drunk,” the villain said, voice tinted with surprise.

The hero hiccuped.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No—wait, why are you here?”

The villain laughed.

“Someone told me a party was going on, and that I should crash it. I didn’t expect it to be yours.”

The hero blinked back a sudden onslaught of tears.

“Not really mine any more. So if you had any reservations about crashing…”

The villain arched a brow, and sat down on the slightly damp grass across from the hero.

“Are you saying you want me to crash your party?”

“Not my party.”

The villain tugged out a piece of grass.

“Why isn’t it your party anymore.”

“It just isn’t,” the hero said around a sob.

The villain studied them, too observant, too seeing.

“Does this have anything to do with you being drunk?”

The hero hiccuped again. “No.”

The villain hummed.

“I thought you had a problem with alcohol. Because of your—“

The hero stuck their hand out, pressing a finger to the villain’s lips.

“Can we not?”

The villain had the audacity to smile.

“Stop smiling.”

The villain obliged.

“Did you…did you want to get drunk?”

The hero didn’t answer, and the villain stiffened. Their eye caught on the empty solo cup, abandoned on the grass beside them.

“Please—and I mean this in every sense of the word—tell me that those ‘friends’ of yours did not spike your drink.”

The hero shrugged, noncommittally.

“They just wanted me to relax. Have fun. It isn’t their fault.”

When they looked up again, the villain was seething.

“They drugged you.”

“That sounds so bad—“

“Did you give consent?” The villain’s face was carved from stone.

“I—they wanted me to relax.”

“That’s a no.” The villain grabbed the hero’s chin. “If it isn’t an enthusiastic yes, it’s a no.”

The hero moved their head from the villain’s hand.

“It’s fine.”

“It isn’t.”

The hero looked back at the villain. The villain sighed.

“You’re even more stubborn when you’re drunk.”

Ridiculously, the hero smiled.

A moment later, the villain held out their hand.

“Come on. Let’s go get you some better friends—these ones are trash.”

The hero blinked uncertainly. They shot a glance back at the house, humming with music, and laughter, and light. The hero doubted their friends—their ex friends—had even noticed they were gone.

They took the villain’s hand.

“As long as they aren’t douchebags.”

The villain laughed. God, they had a nice laugh, and led the hero away, down the street, and kept holding their hand the whole time.

The only friend the hero ended up making that night was the villain.

And in the end, they were the only friend that mattered.

[abloodytypewriter]

Hear me out (again).

Superhero whump, where VIllian’s power is to hurt people with touch.

So, basically, Villian can torture Hero for hours without having to stop because they aren’t hurting Hero’s physical body (if that makes sense?)

(And what if, since it doesn’t leave scars nobody believes Hero later?)

DUDE YES. YESYES YES. there is so much angst and suffering

At first, Hero didn’t understand why Villain wore gloves. Then Villain traced the tip of their finger over Hero’s jaw, and it made sense.

If someone had shoved a cattle prod under their skin, it would have hurt less. The pain was electric, and throbbed through their entire body— pounding behind their eyes—sinking deeper than any physical blow.

Hero didn’t realize they were shaking until Villain laughed softly. “Why, I’ve only touched you.”

Villain wrapped a hand around Hero’s wrist, watching as they jerked back against their restraints, back arching in a silent scream. “I thought you were tougher than that,” said Villain and took hold of Hero’s other wrist. This time, Hero cried out— the sound more animal than human.

The torture session lasted six hours. After, Villain pulled out a handheld mirror. Hero didn’t know what they expected to see but…they looked the same. Like the past six hours never happened.

The second session lasted seven hours. After the fifth, Hero stopped screaming because their voice no longer worked.

“It’s not like you have information I want,” Villain told them. “This is just fun.”

When Hero’s teammates find them, they expect Hero to be battered, beaten, unrecognizable. Sure, Hero was chained to a table, but they looked fine. They had deep purple bags under their eyes and looked terrified, but other than that? they looked fine.

“You couldn’t manage to get of here on your own?”

They undo Hero’s restraints but make no other effort to help them.

Later, no one notices how Hero flinches from touch.

Hero doesn’t allow anyone to place a hand on them. Ever. Everyone assumes Hero is simply paranoid. But when it continues, the team grows tired.

“You’re fine. Villain didn’t even hurt you.”

“You really expect us to believe you got hurt in there? The medic’s report said you had no physical damage.”

“Stop trying to make us pity you. It’s not working”

Hero looks in the mirror and tries, desperately, to find any sign of the electric pain they endured. There’s nothing. Their eyes are emptier though, glassy and cold.

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The hero was getting blood all over the villains nice jacket.

“I’m sorry about the blood—“ they murmured, and the villain hushed them.

“We’re almost there. Just—just stay still, okay?”

If the hero didn’t know better, they’d say the villain almost sounded afraid.

“It’s okay. M’fine.”

The villain breathed a harsh laugh, cradling the hero to their chest as they walked.

“Yes, you certainly look fine bleeding everywhere.”

There was that tone again. The hero frowned. The villain had never used that tone, especially not with them, and they had no idea what it was—

They barged into the villains apartment, as the hero realized the villain was concerned.

Oh.

The villain set them down on a couch, gently, but the hero still flinched. The villain apologized, soft and gentle, and ran their hand over the wound, assessing the damage.

The villains face went carefully blank.

The hero’s head spun, just a little, and they closed their eyes to fight it off. A moment later, they opened them to find the villain wrapping their side.

Their eyebrows crinkled.

“You—when did you get those?” Their voice cracked.

The villain looked up at them.

“Just a minute ago. You passed out,” they said calmly.

Their fingers continued deftly wrapping the bandage on the hero’s side.

“Wait. Why are you,” the hero grit their teeth as the villain brushed against the wound. “Why are you helping me.”

The villain laughed.

“For someone so observant, you miss a lot of things.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

The villain shook their head.

“I knew you were a bit obtuse, but darling, really. Work with me.”

They tied off the bandages, helping the hero sit up against the arm of the couch. The villain held their gaze, cool and collected and concerned, all at once.

“Your powers stem from emotions, yes?”

The hero nodded, once.

“So positive emotions make you stronger. They can heal you, right?”

The hero had tried to keep that bit of information under wraps. Not only could they heal themselves if they were happy, they could heal anyone. They didn’t want to end up some tool to be used in some military stronghold. Still, they healed civilians when no one was looking.

If they were mad, though? They could destroy anything, tear concrete in half, send metal into dust.

The hero cleared their throat. “Yes. Positive emotions can heal me. Not feeling super happy right now, so I’ll get back to you on that—“

The villain sat back on their heels.

“Do you trust me?”

The hero blinked at them. They were ready to give them some bullshit answer about how they could never trust the villain and never would; but that wasn’t true. The villain had saved them, more times than they could count.

And between the agency and the villain? Well, the hero knew who they would choose.

“Yes,” they said hesitantly, and the villain kissed them.

Warmth flooded them, and they reached for the villain, tugging them closer, and the villain smiled against their mouth.

The wound on their side began to close, and the villain felt it. They smiled, pleased with themself, like a cat.

“I give you positive emotions, huh,” they said, still grinning.

“For someone so observant, you can be so obtuse—“ the villain kissed them, again, to get them to shut up. This time, the hero smiled.

The wound closed further.

“I didn’t know you liked me,” the hero murmured.”

“I tolerate you. I just happen to hate everyone else.”

The hero laughed, side twinging with pain.

The villain checked the half closed wound, then turned back to the hero.

“Kiss it better?”

The villain rolled their eyes.

This time, when the villain kissed them, the hero didn’t let them stop.

[abloodytypewriter]

Before Hero could even think about what they were doing, the consequences, their bosses reactions, they took a quick step closer to Villain. Their eyes didn’t leave Supervillain as they quickly grabbed the dagger Villain always had strapped on their thigh.

Hero plunged the weapon into the side of Supervillain’s neck, where their uniform had ripped and left exposed skin underneath. The monster crumpled to the floor, their knees buckling underneath them. Hero kicked them in the gut experimentally.

“Are they dead?” Hero whispered, turning back to look at the Villain, whose hand was hovering over their own neck.

“Yeah, there’s no way they’re not. That knife is poisoned.”

“Ah.”

Villain yanked the needle out of their throat, sloshing around the liquid inside. “It’s a sedative. A strong one, too. The smallest dosage will knock you out for at least 10 hours.”

“Are you-“

“No,” the Villain interrupted them. “Supervillain didn’t have enough time to actually push the liquid in before you killed them.”

Villain smiled appreciatively at Hero. Hero felt their knees grow a little weak and their heart start beating a bit faster than usual. Weird, they could’ve sworn they hadn’t had any sedative.

Prompt 3

"We... we did it..."

Hero's voice was one of both raw and soft, in awe and in disbelief. They were still tense, their body still prepared for something, anything. But nothing came.

"We did it." They mumbled again and their body started to tremble, swaying from side to side.

"That we did." Villain staggered in front of them. Despite their all-knowing, shit-eating grin, the hero could see that their nemesis was also tired as well. How could they not be? Supervillain and their forces were strong, Hero would admit. They really gave it their all, both parties did.

"So now what?"

"Huh?" Hero blinked.

"Now what, my beloved nemesis?" Villain halted just a few steps away. "Do I finally get my reward for helping your sorry ass? A pardon perhaps?"

A hint of a smile showed on Hero's lips. "Only you would demand their reward immediately after battle."

"Can't blame a villain for wanting to see if all of that was worth something." They approached, a small step forward. "So what will it be? A pardon? Gold and jewels? Or maybe a small kiss?"

Hero huffed out a laugh. "Right now, Villain," they also took a small step forward, "I think we deserve some rest."

Villain hummed with a smile. "Oh yeah, that too."

They took another tired, small step forward, but before they could fall on their Hero's welcoming open arms, their head was wrenched back by the hair harshly. Something prickled at their neck. They heard Hero take a sharp inhale, or maybe that was them.

"You really thought this was over, traitor?" Supervillain hissed in their ear. Both Hero's and Villain's blood went cold.

[abloodytypewriter]

flirty hero x flustered villain + spice pls i am a sucker for this dynamic and u write it so well

“Stop moving like that or this is gonna get more intimate than you want to,” the hero ordered, their chest pressed against the villain’s. Suddenly, they grinned and leaned in, their lips brushing the villain’s ear. “Or is that what you want?”

The villain said nothing which…was unaccountable. It was true that they didn’t talk much but most of the time, they had an answer on their lips.

In the darkness, the hero couldn’t really see their reaction, but they could hear the shaky breath.

“Maybe I want that,” the villain said after a few seconds of silence. Their voice was adorably quiet, their grip on the hero tighter than before.

“Careful what you wish for…” The hero’s hand followed a seam on the back of the villain’s uniform all the way down. All the way down.

The villain took in a sharp breath.

“Now tell me, my pretty villain. What are you doing in my agency?”

“I—” The hero’s hand squeezed softly. The villain’s voice was weak. “Woah—”

They threw their head back against the wall and the walls were so thin it even made the shelf full of cleaning supplies next to them shake.

“Baby,” the hero said gently. “Start using that pretty mouth of yours or I’ll find other ways to make use of it.”

God, the hero loved this. The villain was a total nerd. Broadly speaking. And the hero wanted to devour them.

It was “surprising” to see them here. The villain wasn’t made for field work, no, they were in their element behind the screen. They were a genius. They were good with their fingers.

When the hero had seen them in the fake uniform, they’d decided not to show up to their many meetings today. It looked too good. And even though the villain wasn’t good in the field, their physicality could’ve suggested otherwise.

“My love,” the hero said. Their hand came up to the villain’s throat. Of course they didn’t squeeze, they just held them, feeling soft skin on rough hands, being close, being connected in some strange way. “I love that you’re here, did you miss me?”

“Yes,” the villain whispered. Their voice was shaking again. That satisfied the hero and they couldn’t help but grin.

“Say it. Say that you missed me, sweetheart.”

“I missed you,” the villain said. Their breath was on the hero’s neck which was beyond delicate. It was pure heaven. “…please kiss me.”

They said it so fast, the hero almost missed it.

“Fuck, baby…you know I can’t…” the hero said. “They track everything I do.”

“I could reprogram the protocol,” the villain suggested. “I could…ahh—”

The hero had sunk their teeth into the villain’s neck carefully. Their tongue ran over the bite mark a few times until they started sucking.

They hadn’t thought this would happen. They hadn’t thought they’d see their nemesis today and pull them into a storeroom and give them a hickey. But god, they enjoyed it. They enjoyed the little moans and the soft skin and how the villain held them tighter.

Maybe they were already lost. But the hero had stopped caring about that a long time ago. This was what they needed.

They needed this. They needed the villain. But they also knew when to be reserved. They had to keep their own heartbeat down.

They’d have what they wanted soon enough.

When they were done, they pulled away, their lips hovering over the hickey.

“I know your friends are trying to rob us right now. They will find nothing, they won’t be hunted down. Not today. My orders.” They looked at the villain and could’ve sworn their eyes widened. “I know you’re here as a distraction. I just didn’t know when you’d come.”

They tilted their head, their index finger touching their enemy’s burning cheek.

“Show them the hickey, darling. At least one part of their plan worked.”

[abloodytypewriter]

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You seem a little distracted.”

“I’m not.”

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

The hero grabbed their hand.

“Don’t say it.”

The villain’s smirk widened.

“Why not?”

“It’s embarrassing.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you sure you—?”

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

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

“Y-yes, here is totally fine.”

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

The hero nodded.

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

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

Thus their affair began.

[abloodytypewriter]

Absolutely in love with your writing, I've been scrolling through the hero×villain tag and holishit it's just you, that's insane, you're awesome. I'm not sure if you still do asks? But if so I was wondering if you could do some flirty!villain × touch starved!hero? Spice is always welcome in any flavor but no pressure on it

“So.” The villain tilted their head and let their eyes flutter open. “What exactly is the problem?”

The hero looked simply awful.

Their eyes were wide open, they were sweating. They’d been clenching their jaw ever since they’d taken a step into the villain’s office.

“…I am here for negotiation purposes only,” the hero said. They pushed the file they’d been holding across the table. “I just need your signature on page five, then I’ll be out of your hair.”

The hero looked out of the window. They bit the inside of their cheek.

And the villain didn’t even look at the file. As if the little show unfolding in front of them deserved less attention than pieces of paper.

On purpose, the villain sighed audibly.

The hero’s gaze returned to them.

“Negotiation.” The villain stood up. “Negotiation stems from negotium. Do you know what that means?”

They walked around the table until they were standing right in front of the hero. They leaned against their desk, their tailbone pressed against its edge, and stared at their lovely nemesis who had adopted the usual deadpanned face.

“Ugh, you and your word games.”

“Negotium can be translated as business. Employment.” They gently brushed the hero’s jaw. “…affair.”

The hero looked away.

“I’m not interested in business right now. Something is troubling you. I didn’t want to say this, but this file could have been an email. You came here because you wanted to see me. So.” The villain brushed the hero’s bottom lip with their thumb. “Don’t be shy now. Tell me what it is.”

“I…” The hero was a very lovely person. The villain knew how capable they were, how talented. However, they had also noticed that their nemesis was a little…lost? Lonely?

The hero didn’t seem to fit in with other heroes that well. Their teamwork was incredibly lacking and they preferred to work on their own. However, they had slowly started to open up to the villain.

Which the villain could have used to their advantage.

Unfortunately, the hero intrigued them a little too much.

And they had already made out before. Once. Maybe twice. The villain’s eyes narrowed. Technically three times. How horrible.

So, the villain was a little attached now. (Which wasn’t a good sign, the villain hoped they could sleep that off in the next few weeks.)

“What is it, dearest?” the villain asked again, their fingers pushing some loose hair out of the hero’s eyes. They didn’t even notice how their voice dropped, didn’t notice how they were basically purring for the hero again.

“There’s…there’s this bounty on my head. I wasn’t aware of it until yesterday. I couldn’t sleep, I’m…so afraid of going home. I mean, yes, I can defend myself perfectly fine but if there are five people on rooftops, trying to shoot my head off? How on earth am I…” They rubbed over their eyes. “My anxiety is going crazy and I…I’m sorry, I don’t know what I’m asking for.”

“You must trust me a lot, then. After all, I could end you right here.” The villain let their fingertips go over the hero’s throat now. Gently. Very gently.

Christ, the hero was so pretty to look at.

“Yeah, I thought…I mean, you and me, we…what we did, what we have, I know it’s not normal per se, so I thought you could give me some advice or something…”

“Well, I think it’s totally reasonable to be scared. You’re a target of high interest. So, logically you’re in a lot of danger.”

The hero took in a shaky breath, nodding.

“But I also think you’re safe here. Who knows what happens when you freak out? Maybe you end up losing control over your powers, maybe you end up hurting people. So, breathe in. Breathe out.”

The hero did.

“There we go. Easy.” The villain touched their cheek. “It’s okay.”

Suddenly, the hero stood up from their seat and leaned over, making the villain’s heart drop. They grabbed the villain’s wrists.

“Can you…I mean, would you help me with this?” Those damn puppy eyes. “Please, I just…”

The hero guided the villain’s arms to rest on their shoulders and the villain couldn’t help but bury their fingers in the hero’s hair.

“I don’t know how to deal with a bounty and you…you make me feel so secure, I know I shouldn’t.” The hero’s eyes dropped to the villain’s lips. Oh God, why was their heartbeat stuck in their throat? The villain’s eyes widened. They weren’t supposed to get attached to an enemy. “…I can’t help myself, I think of you all the time.”

“Is something else on your mind? This doesn’t seem to be bounty related,” the villain murmured. “Your heart is beating pretty fast and you’re blushing.”

Come on. Confess, so I don’t have to.

The hero let their head drop and rest on the villain’s shoulder.

“…like I said, you calm me down.” the hero said. Their voice was quiet now. “…what we did on Friday, can we do that again?”

“Right now? In my office?” The villain’s mouth curled into a smile.

“If it’s not too much trouble. I felt really good afterwards.”

“Fine. Take your clothes off,” the villain said. “And try to stay quiet this time.”

[abloodytypewriter]

hi! idk if you take requests currently. I'm new around here, but I've read. Everything in your whole masterlist. And I love your writing so much. Um. So!

I really love. Flirty villain with the power to mess with people's emotions to like, calm them or seduce them or whatever he really wants X hero who should hate it but secretly is really into it because it's a release of control for him and he's exhausted

“You’re back,” the villain stated. The hero was…an interesting person. Although they had avoided the villain in the beginning, now they were crawling back to them — nearly desperate.

A desperate hero was generally easy to control, the villain was fully aware of that. They didn’t even need their powers to do so. So, the advantage, the position of power the villain found themselves in was anything but unappetising.

However, there was something in their stomach, something that twisted whenever the hero was standing in front of them.

“…I’m sorry to bother you again…I, I don’t know, maybe I can pay you next time?”

“Next time?” The hero started blushing and unfortunately, the villain was very amused by it.

“Oh, sorry, I—”

“Come in and sit down.” The hero stared at them with those horrible puppy eyes, jaw slightly dropping.

Sometimes, the villain’s heart would start beating fast enough to worry them. Mostly, when they looked at the hero for too long. That wasn’t only distracting, it was also incredibly annoying.

“Thank you,” the hero said and they smiled that sweet smile that was usually reserved for scared civilians as reassurance.

Was the villain even worthy of such a smile?

The hero sat down on the villain’s couch and folded their hands in their lap.

“Anxiety?” the villain asked.

“…yeah, it got really bad again.”

“Work?”

“Yeah.”

Silence.

The villain stared at their nemesis. Lamentably, they could see how well-built their nemesis was. Them being attractive was becoming an actual problem since the villain was slowly getting the feeling they were the one being seduced.

They took in a deep breath. Their powers demanded physical contact.

Which made it quite intimate.

The villain didn’t know how to feel about that.

“What do you do outside of work?” They walked behind the couch. Last time, they had held hands.

The villain swallowed.

This time, they touched the hero’s neck. They were gentle, but the hero took in a sharp breath.

As usual.

“Voluntary work, mostly.”

“God, you’re disgusting.” As response, the hero laughed quietly. Apparently, they were already relaxing.

“I also work out.”

“Yeah, I figured.” The villain let their hand wander under the hero’s shirt, gliding over their collarbone. “Do those things calm you? Or are you thinking about work the entire time?”

“…it…” The hero took in a deep breath and the villain leaned over, their lips close to the hero��s ear.

“Easy, take your time…” The hero let their head fall back. They let out a somewhat satisfied sigh that sounded a lot like the villain’s name.

The villain’s eyes widened.

“Don’t be inappropriate now,” the villain mumbled. The hero smirked.

“Sorry…nothing calms me like you.”

“You’re being a little careless, don’t you think? Maybe I should keep you to myself, you’re certainly pretty to look at,” the villain said, pushing their voice deliberately deeper. They let their fingers go up: following the hero’s throat up to their chin.

“Gosh, you can be so mean.” Suddenly, the hero grabbed the villain’s wrist and started guiding the villain’s hand.

Too stunned to speak, too surprised to do anything, the villain simply let them do whatever they wanted, only for the hero to stop on their chest. Right under their palm was the hero’s heart, the villain realised.

“I loathed you so much when you did this the first time,” the hero admitted. “I don’t know if you remember, but we were fighting. You were teasing me a lot. You even slapped my ass, I think.”

The hero rolled their eyes, smirking.

“Well, you deserved it,” the villain said. They could feel the hero’s heart beating under their skin.

“Hmm. You remember.”

“Of course.”

“I hated how safe I felt.”

“You’re not really safe with me,” the villain reminded them. They could betray them anytime. Capture them, keep them here, kill them…

“You’ve never taken advantage of me when I’m like this,” the hero said.

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean anything.”

“It means something to me,” the hero said. Even though their eyes were sleepy, they looked quite serious. “I love it when you’re soft.”

They raised their hand and touched the villain’s cheek.

The villain’s innards were melting. It was painful. So damningly painful.

“I’m exhausted,” the hero whispered. “Can I stay here a little longer?”

The villain couldn’t really breathe. They swallowed. What on earth was this hero doing to them?

“…yeah.”

It was one word, but their voice cracked several times.

[abloodytypewriter]

Absolutely in love with your writing, I've been scrolling through the hero×villain tag and holishit it's just you, that's insane, you're awesome. I'm not sure if you still do asks? But if so I was wondering if you could do some flirty!villain × touch starved!hero? Spice is always welcome in any flavor but no pressure on it

“So.” The villain tilted their head and let their eyes flutter open. “What exactly is the problem?”

The hero looked simply awful.

Their eyes were wide open, they were sweating. They’d been clenching their jaw ever since they’d taken a step into the villain’s office.

“…I am here for negotiation purposes only,” the hero said. They pushed the file they’d been holding across the table. “I just need your signature on page five, then I’ll be out of your hair.”

The hero looked out of the window. They bit the inside of their cheek.

And the villain didn’t even look at the file. As if the little show unfolding in front of them deserved less attention than pieces of paper.

On purpose, the villain sighed audibly.

The hero’s gaze returned to them.

“Negotiation.” The villain stood up. “Negotiation stems from negotium. Do you know what that means?”

They walked around the table until they were standing right in front of the hero. They leaned against their desk, their tailbone pressed against its edge, and stared at their lovely nemesis who had adopted the usual deadpanned face.

“Ugh, you and your word games.”

“Negotium can be translated as business. Employment.” They gently brushed the hero’s jaw. “…affair.”

The hero looked away.

“I’m not interested in business right now. Something is troubling you. I didn’t want to say this, but this file could have been an email. You came here because you wanted to see me. So.” The villain brushed the hero’s bottom lip with their thumb. “Don’t be shy now. Tell me what it is.”

“I…” The hero was a very lovely person. The villain knew how capable they were, how talented. However, they had also noticed that their nemesis was a little…lost? Lonely?

The hero didn’t seem to fit in with other heroes that well. Their teamwork was incredibly lacking and they preferred to work on their own. However, they had slowly started to open up to the villain.

Which the villain could have used to their advantage.

Unfortunately, the hero intrigued them a little too much.

And they had already made out before. Once. Maybe twice. The villain’s eyes narrowed. Technically three times. How horrible.

So, the villain was a little attached now. (Which wasn’t a good sign, the villain hoped they could sleep that off in the next few weeks.)

“What is it, dearest?” the villain asked again, their fingers pushing some loose hair out of the hero’s eyes. They didn’t even notice how their voice dropped, didn’t notice how they were basically purring for the hero again.

“There’s…there’s this bounty on my head. I wasn’t aware of it until yesterday. I couldn’t sleep, I’m…so afraid of going home. I mean, yes, I can defend myself perfectly fine but if there are five people on rooftops, trying to shoot my head off? How on earth am I…” They rubbed over their eyes. “My anxiety is going crazy and I…I’m sorry, I don’t know what I’m asking for.”

“You must trust me a lot, then. After all, I could end you right here.” The villain let their fingertips go over the hero’s throat now. Gently. Very gently.

Christ, the hero was so pretty to look at.

“Yeah, I thought…I mean, you and me, we…what we did, what we have, I know it’s not normal per se, so I thought you could give me some advice or something…”

“Well, I think it’s totally reasonable to be scared. You’re a target of high interest. So, logically you’re in a lot of danger.”

The hero took in a shaky breath, nodding.

“But I also think you’re safe here. Who knows what happens when you freak out? Maybe you end up losing control over your powers, maybe you end up hurting people. So, breathe in. Breathe out.”

The hero did.

“There we go. Easy.” The villain touched their cheek. “It’s okay.”

Suddenly, the hero stood up from their seat and leaned over, making the villain’s heart drop. They grabbed the villain’s wrists.

“Can you…I mean, would you help me with this?” Those damn puppy eyes. “Please, I just…”

The hero guided the villain’s arms to rest on their shoulders and the villain couldn’t help but bury their fingers in the hero’s hair.

“I don’t know how to deal with a bounty and you…you make me feel so secure, I know I shouldn’t.” The hero’s eyes dropped to the villain’s lips. Oh God, why was their heartbeat stuck in their throat? The villain’s eyes widened. They weren’t supposed to get attached to an enemy. “…I can’t help myself, I think of you all the time.”

“Is something else on your mind? This doesn’t seem to be bounty related,” the villain murmured. “Your heart is beating pretty fast and you’re blushing.”

Come on. Confess, so I don’t have to.

The hero let their head drop and rest on the villain’s shoulder.

“…like I said, you calm me down.” the hero said. Their voice was quiet now. “…what we did on Friday, can we do that again?”

“Right now? In my office?” The villain’s mouth curled into a smile.

“If it’s not too much trouble. I felt really good afterwards.”

“Fine. Take your clothes off,” the villain said. “And try to stay quiet this time.”

[abloodytypewriter]

I really love your work they're some of my favourites to read in my spare time. I have been reading them for quite some time. If you do have time, I'm sure you busy, I really love your married hero x villain, you can write it any way you like just the concept that they're married. Again I love your writing

"Your nose is bleeding," the hero said. Their eyes were wide open, their mouth formed a circle. They had been in the middle of making dinner when the villain had entered through the window.

They were unharmed, of course, except for the bleeding nose.

"Oh, it's-" Within seconds, the hero was right in front of them. One hand was on the villain's wrist almost immediately, the other went to the villain's nose.

And the villain's heart skipped a beat. They stared at the hero's clothes - which consisted of underwear and one of the villain's oversized shirts - and took in a deep breath. Their cheeks were burning already.

"What happened?" the hero asked. They smeared some blood across the villain's skin, but at the same time, their thumb brushed the villain's lips. The villain could have fallen to the floor right there.

Although the fight hadn't been particularly brutal, they were, in fact, horribly tired and having the hero this close to them, touching them, worrying about them, right in front of them, was something they certainly did not deserve.

God, the hero could be angelic.

"I...uh..."

"You didn't overdo it again, did you?" The hero raised a judging eyebrow, as if they were going to scold the villain. "Cleaning up your mess is always so tedious."

The villain couldn't help but stare at the hero's lips. Maybe it was the exhaustion or the hunger that had struck an hour ago. Maybe it was the bleeding nose or maybe it was just the hero's mere presence, the fact that they were worried and making food - whatever it was, the villain couldn't concentrate, they could barely form any sentences in their mind.

Even though the hero was about to give them an earful, the villain couldn't help it. They tried, they really did, but they couldn't help it.

"I'm sorry, you look so good right now."

"Don't change the subject," the hero said.

"I didn't overdo anything." The villain grabbed the hero's hands and took a few steps forward until the hero's back bumped against the kitchen island. "I just wanted to come home as quickly as possible."

"And the bleeding nose?" The hero asked. They tightened the grip on the villain's hand. They pulled the villain closer. They pressed their lips against the villain's neck.

"Honey..."

"You didn't cause too much trouble, hm?" They kissed the villain's neck gently and the villain swore their brain was frying.

"Honey," the villain whispered again.

"I don't know what your brilliant mind is working on this time, but I promise you, I will do everything in my power to stop you," the hero whispered right back. They pulled the villain even closer against their body, touching them in all the right places. The villain swallowed. "You know I love it. You know I love the challenge."

The villain chuckled. They could feel the hero smile against their skin.

"That doesn't sound very heroic."

"I don't think you should be the one lecturing me about heroics, hm?" The hero let their fingers run down the villain's body and the villain took in a sharp breath.

"Honey-" Three time's the charm.

Their head fell back when the hero's fingers reached their hips. They could feel the hero's body against theirs almost too well, as if there was no layer of fabric between them at all. The villain could practically feel their pupils dilate.

It was nearly cruel. The hero was nearly cruel.

"Do you...wanna talk about work?" the hero asked.

Both of them knew how weak the villain was after a long day. How easily they folded.

"Please," the villain said. "Don't seduce me again."

Taking advantage of that was so very villainous.

"Why not, hm?"

"Ah, you know, my love..." The villain looked at them and their hero stared right back with half-lidded eyes. "It's, well...I...uhm..."

The hero's beauty was defined by their very nature. The scars on their arms, their legs. Their rough hands, their tired eyes. Those soft wrinkles on their forehead. The hero didn't hesitate to jump in front of everyone else in order to protect. They weren't afraid to get dirty, to do the right thing.

They worried, they planned. They spoke freely, they were confident.

It wasn't that the villain didn't have the luxury of doing that, they simply weren't made like the hero, they weren't made to be hopeful or optimistic. To be heroic, to help people, to speak out. They weren't cut out to be an inspiration to others.

The villain's eyes dropped farther and they touched the hero's collarbone gently. They pushed the rim of their shirt out of the way to find that large scar on the hero's skin.

They felt the sticky blood on their lips and wished they had been more careful.

They didn't want to stain the hero with blood when they kissed.

"Did something happen?" the hero asked, their playful tone a little more serious. The villain looked at them, then smiled.

"No, sorry. I was just contemplating which position we should try tonight." The hero grabbed them by their suit and pulled until their chest was against the other's.

"Bold of you to assume you can last an entire round," the hero whispered. Their hand was traveling down the villain's side. Along their hips, down to their thigh.

"Bold of you to assume I cannot endure your cruelty. You know I love suffering inflicted by your hands." They were so close that the hero's lips brushed against the villain's neck again. They started kissing their spouse.

"Is that so?" the hero asked. They bit down softly into the skin of the villain's neck and the villain swore their knees were giving out under them. "Well, I suppose pain and pleasure are lovers, hm?"

They took the villain's hand, squeezed. Once again, their eyes met and the villain was sure they were going to melt any second now.

"Come here, don't be shy now..." The hero cupped the villain's face and the villain swallowed.

"Honey, the blood-" The hero pulled them so close that their lips were brushing against the villain's already. It was beyond heavenly.

"I don't mind," the hero whispered.

And with that, the villain received one of the sloppiest kisses their spouse had ever given to them.

[abloodytypewriter]

My children

I need some angst that leads to cuddling!

The henchman was right.

The villain looked horrible.

Admittedly, the hero feared they’d be thrown out of the lair. It was a little sheepish of the henchman to call them out of all people, but the hero understood the necessity quickly. Although the villain didn’t seem to be injured, it was pretty clear that something was wrong.

They’re barely eating anything. They’re not sleeping. The hero supposed it was their duty as a protector of the people to help whenever they’d been asked to help. And, hell, something in the henchman’s voice had really punched them in the throat this time.

Of course, they had noticed the villain’s decreasing activities. But they had never thought it was this bad.

“Hey,” the hero tried softly. The villain was still sitting there on the couch, staring at nothing. They didn’t acknowledge the hero in the slightest.

The hero looked around. The lair was relatively clean, but they supposed the villain wasn’t the one behind maintaining it.

Usually, their nemesis was rather playful and chaotic. Flirting, taunting, smirking - it was almost part of their strategy and now that there was nothing, the hero wasn’t quite sure if their nemesis was even sitting in front of them.

“I am starting to miss you,” the hero said. Still nothing.

Eventually, the hero decided to let themselves drop next to the villain and they leaned back, resting against the designer furniture.

“What are you doing?” the villain asked. Their voice was raspy.

“I think you need someone next to you right now,” the hero said.

“Because someone else told you so?” They still didn’t look at the hero, but the hero stared at them.

“You know I make my own decisions,” the hero said. They looked down at their own hands. Why were they feeling anxious? The villain was by no means a threat right now.

They closed their eyes, concentrating on the villain instead of their own conflicting feelings.

This was definitely serious. People didn’t stop eating for no reason.

“I’m fine,” the villain said, as if they had read the hero’s mind.

“I beg to differ.”

“I-” The villain turned towards them and the hero truly saw how terribly lifeless their eyes looked.

“If your guys start calling me, it’s pretty bad,” the hero said. “And I want to be honest…it looks pretty bad. If talking is not an option, that’s fine. But I don’t think you should be alone right now.”

They stared at each other. And the hero couldn’t help but stare at those red eyes, those dark circles under them. Where was that annoying smirk? Those stupid comments?

Why was the hero’s heart sinking so rapidly?

A month ago, everything had been fine. Then, the hero had left for a mission and when they’d come back, they hadn’t seen the villain anymore. Up until now.

The villain reached for the hero and gently pushed a loose stray out of their sight.

“I didn’t think you’d care.”

“I…” the hero stared at the ground, suddenly embarrassed. They supposed they had felt lonely without fighting the villain. They had thought they’d come back eventually. But the villain looked like they needed weeks to recover, maybe even months. Their voice was quiet. “…you know I care. You know that.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I don’t really get a say in that, I suppose,” the hero said. Sometimes they wished they didn’t care. It would make their job certainly easier.

Both of them were quiet now and the hero folded their hands in their lap.

Why was it, that the hero had instantly reached for their jacket when the henchman had called? Why was it that they had sprinted to the door?

Was it truly because of the henchman’s broken voice? Or was it because of what they had said. They’re barely eating anything. They’re not sleeping.

Why did the hero care that much?

The hero was so worried they felt like throwing up. They took in a deep breath, ready to say something, but the villain was quicker.

“My mother died two weeks ago,” they said.

Oh.

The hero swallowed.

“The funeral was a few days ago and, I…yeah, I don’t think I’m taking it that well.” They looked at the hero again. “I just don’t know what to do.”

“I’m sorry,” the hero whispered. “I know what that feels like.”

“Does it ever get better?” the villain asked. “Or is it just this continuous cycle of pain and sorrow?”

The hero bit the inside of their cheek, thinking briefly.

“…you know, grief isn’t really an emotion. There’s a lot in there. Anger. Frustration. Guilt. Anxiety. That’s like 50% of it, I’d say,” the hero said.

“And the other half?” the villain asked.

“Unfortunately, the other half is love. So, technically, you never really stop grieving when someone you love dies.” They paused, digging fingernails into their own skin. “With time grief will start to look different, though. It’ll get easier because those 50% of all the other emotions will be slowly replaced by the love part.”

The hero looked at their nemesis.

“Being loved is the closest thing we have to immortality. As long as someone loves you, you’re never really gone. So, I think you should let all those emotions happen to you. You should talk about her, remember her. But I don’t think you should be alone, I don’t think you should allow yourself to decay.”

The villain’s eyes were still on them. The hero couldn’t read their mood, but they felt like their words had some weight.

And then, suddenly-

“Can we hug?”

“Absolutely.” The hero hadn’t hesitated.

And they didn’t let go for a very long time.

[abloodytypewriter]

Okay now take this nerd to a goddamn hospital

"No offence, but you look like a corpse."

"You've been oddly cheeky for a hostage."

They stared at each other - both ready to strangle the person in front of them - and forced respective smiles.

The hero crossed their arms in front of their chest, shrugging. They couldn't pull themselves together. They loved annoying the villain a little too much.

"I'm just saying, if you do collapse, I won't do the heroic thing and cardiac massage you back to life."

"I doubt you'd be able to perform any type of cardiopulmonary resuscitation correctly anyway," the villain answered. The hero's smile twitched.

The villain was already getting on their nerves again. It hadn't even been half a day as the villain's hostage and the hero was losing their mind.

"Our great doctor here is in a good mood, I guess," the hero pressed out between gritted teeth. "No need to rub in past mistakes."

"You brought it up first, darling," the villain said. Their eyes widened. They leaned in, their breath tickling the hero's neck and their voice dropped shamelessly. "Don't start wars you cannot win."

"I'm gonna kill you," the hero whispered back. The villain smelled like coffee. But there was something else, something gentler. Vanilla, maybe? The hero's heart dropped inexplicably.

"I'd love to see you try." The villain's smirk didn't falter, but that didn't mean the hero couldn't see the dark circles under their eyes. The hero stared at the villain's face, looked at the shape of their nose, their lips...they supposed their nemesis was quite attractive when they weren't stuck in that ridiculous suit of theirs.

Although, the hero did like the new design they were going for - it was much simpler, darker. It was quiet. Subtle. Somehow comforting.

"What?" the villain asked. This time, their voice was gentler than the taunting melody from earlier. The hero hadn't even realised that the villain's chest was basically pressed against theirs.

They looked away.

"I'd appreciate it if you let me go," the hero said. "You bore me."

"I bore you?"

"You do. You're boring. You constantly work on this stupid thesis of yours and I am supposed to sit still and wait until the city comes up with a ridiculous amount of money in exchange for me." Their eyes narrowed. "You have your ultimate nemesis right in front of you, yet choose to work all day."

"Do you want to spar?" The villain's fingertips brushed the hero's wrist. Purely accidental.

"Do you think sparring in your condition is good for you?"

"That again? One might think you are worried," the villain said. They towered over the hero, but found enough mercy (or cruelty) to bend lower. Once again, their lips were hovering next to the hero's jawline. "Don't get attached."

"You've kidnapped me three times this month already. I don't think you are one to talk about attachment." The back of the hero's hand touched the villain's fingers and they moved their head ever so slightly, until they were able to look into the villain's eyes.

The villain's eyes dropped to the hero's lips.

"Touché..." they said, their voice nothing but a whisper.

The hero was certain they could hear their own heartbeat. They touched the villain's knuckles gently. The villain didn't pull away.

Their eyes met again.

So many times, their eyes had met. On the battlefield, in captivity, in public. But right now was different. It was very different.

The hero could see the many colours the villain's irises were composed of. They could feel how warm the villain was.

Right now, the villain wasn't some enemy the hero needed to defeat. Right now, the villain was terribly human. Terribly soulful. Full of personality. Stubborn, smart, sassy. Full of human nature.

They wetted their lips.

"You..." the hero said. They put their hands on the villain's collarbones and as if the villain had waited for it, they brushed the hero's waist with their fingers. Testing the waters; they hadn't grabbed the hero, yet.

"...yes?" The villain still stared at the hero's lips and pushed a strand of hair that wasn't even in the way out of the hero's face. They tilted their head, came even closer. Their lips almost touched.

"You look even more like a corpse from up-close."

They really couldn't pull themselves together.

[abloodytypewriter]

Prompt (398)

“What are you-” the hero began.

The villain shushed the hero as they sat down next to them. “Hasn’t anyone ever told you to be quiet in movie theatres?”

“Why are you here? How did you find me?” the hero hissed.

The villain bit their lip. “So I’m kind of running from someone, and I need to look like I’m on a date. I know this is your day off, and you’ve been wanting to see the movie for months. Can I put my arm over your chair?”

The hero stared incredulously at the villain as their enemy threw their arm over the hero’s seat.

“How did you know all that?” the hero asked.

“Be quiet and watch the movie.”