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[sunnynwanda]

Me, realizing I've written 100k+ words on Tumblr:

100k.

That's a full novel. It's twice the size of my PhD dissertation.

100k.

How on Earth..?!

[sunnynwanda]

Hello hello, dear brilliant writer. May I request a female hero × male villain, the hero is hurt and needs help and is basically dying but won't let villain get near them at ANY cost.

You fill the rest with your beautiful imagination ✨ 💕

Not his day

Today was not Villain's day.

Not only did he oversleep, but his coffee machine decided to be an ass today of all days and exploded in his face. Some jackass bumped into his car on the way to the hospital, and he was late to work. If that wasn't enough, his shift was hell. So much so that Villain almost forgot how fucked up the day had been from the start. That is until he got beeped to the ER again, for the seventh time that night and on his fourteenth coffee for a meal.

Villain made his way to the first floor, rushing because the case was marked as urgent, only to freeze the moment he entered the room, spotting the person on the bed. The idiot - his idiot - was flailing her arms around, demanding to be let go despite the long gash on her right side. Villain made his way over with a heavy sigh, only to get a pillow thrown his way.

"Hey, stop that," Villain warns, turning towards the nurse with a row of orders before returning his attention to Hero in all her chaotic glory. "I need to check your wound."

"No way in hell," Hero sneers, earning an eye roll from Villain. She leans back against the bed when her vision blurs. "Don't come near me."

"Let me see," he demands, not about to let her bleed out in a goddamn hospital. Not on his shift.

"Get the hell away from me," she practically yells, making Villain flinch because his head hurts as is. Hero's screeching was the last thing he needed today.

"You stubborn idiot, let me see it!" His patience is paper thin at this point, the godforsaken idiot of his already looking too pale. "You're bleeding out." He states bluntly.

"I won't let you maul me," Hero counters, defiant despite the sharp pangs piercing through her entire torso. She shifts back on the bed, wincing at the ripples of pain radiating from the wound all the way to her chest.

"I'm a doctor, you dimwit!" Villain growls, his eyes flaring with anger at the sight of her sore wincing. "I took an oath; I can't harm you."

Hero scoffs at that, sending him a deadpan look. He takes in Hero's cocked brow, correcting himself with an exasperated sigh. "I can't harm you here."

Villain waits until the nurse brings in the necessary supplies and gestures for her to leave the room. Once they are alone, he steps closer to the bed. "Who even did this?"

"None of your business," Hero grits through her teeth, still not giving up the cautious act but no longer attempting to throw anything at Villain.

"Oh, it is very much my business; you're my nemesis," he protests, eyeing her as he puts on a pair of gloves.

"I have other enemies, you know?" Hero informs matter-of-factly. Something about Villain's expression and approach makes her determination to avoid being treated by him crumble.

"I'm wounded, darling!" Villain exclaims overdramatically, his hand flying up to his chest. "Are you cheating on me?"

Hero rolls their eyes, unable to hide the amused grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Oh, shut up."

"So you are," Villain nods slowly, his lips twitching into a smirk despite the concerned crease of his brow. "Knew it, pretty girls are never faithful."

"Excuse me?" Hero reacts before he can backtrack or bite his tongue. "Did you just call me pretty?"

"You're hallucinating," he claims, trying to come up with a believable explanation. He cuts Hero's shirt open to properly inspect the wound and to keep his hands busy. "Must be the concussion."

"I'm not concussed," Hero counters, now full-on grinning. Villain's inability to meet her gaze suddenly seems more important than her injury.

"Blood loss?" Villain suggests, sounding as unconvincing as it gets. If his hands weren't wrist-deep covered in her blood, he'd slap himself for such a lame excuse.

Wow, he forgot today was not his day.

"All my blood is inside," Hero claims, letting out a sharp breath when his fingers palpate the injured area. "Just where it should be."

"God, the medical specialist in me is dying to throttle you," he bites back, looking positively scandalized and earning a pained chuckle from Hero.

"But?" She prompts, sitting up to get a better look at Villain's expression and grinning cockily at his faux irritation. "What's stopping you?"

"That damn charming smile, that's what," Villain grumbles under his breath, rolling his eyes when Hero's grin grows wider. "Now get your ass back on the bed and let me take a proper look at that monstrosity."

A/N: Hey there, love :) Oh, isn't this just delicious! I had some fun with this, I gotta admit. Thank you for requesting, I hope you enjoy it! 💛☀️

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[sunnynwanda]

Volcano

Based on these wonderful prompts - one and one.

Warnings: suggestive, dubious consent, slight sub/dom vibes (shy hero x dominant villain), non-gendered characters, as promised

Hero always acted confident. Acted being the keyword.

They had to be the strong one - tall as a mountain, tough as granite, rough as a rock. Built through years and layers of pressure like the core of the Earth. They had to be cold - like an ancient glacier withstanding the worst heat, like the oak tree standing sturdy in a hailstorm. No wind could sway them, no hurricane could bend them, not even earthquakes could make them retreat or break the heroic pose - feet apart, hands on hips, ready to save. Nothing could crack the indestructible surface.

Then came Villain. A natural disaster in human form. They were a volcano - intense, uncontrollable, destructive. They looked ready to blow any second, not holding back anything they felt or thought, erupting with devastating passion. Berserk, wild and sensual. They dominated any room they walked in, exuding assertiveness and self-assurance in a way Hero never could. They didn't have it in them.

And Villain knew. They could see right through Hero's carefully constructed facade. In the way their breathing wavered like a tightrope, quivering under excess weight. In the way their knees felt weak every time Villain took it a little too far, got a little too close, held their neck a little too tight.

"Yield," Villain demands, lips pressed against the shell of Hero's ear, one arm wrapped tightly across their middle from behind while the other gripped their chin.

It has been a long day, emotions running as high as the stakes. Villain had an elaborate plan that went south, and if that wasn't enough, Hero, being the goody-two-shoes, was focused on their job and paid them no mind. They weren't sure what had irritated them more but ended up orchestrating a surprise attack for the sake of messing with their favourite nemesis.

"In your dreams," Hero growls, jerking an elbow back and landing a punch to their solar plexus. Villain coughs, doubling down and choking on a breath, but Hero grabs their face, tilting their head back up to face them. "Your cockiness is starting to annoy me," they sneer, sounding as intimidating as a superhuman would in a fit of rage.

Except that does nothing to deter Villain. They let out a velvety chuckle, shaking their head at Hero's tough act as they straightened their back and took a step forward. Hero glares at them with unmistakable disdain, but Villain is past the point of no return, crowding Hero against the opposite wall, hands coming to rest against the bricks on each side of their head.

"You're not fooling anyone, love," Villain smirks, voice dripping like hot lava. This has been a long time coming, and they were done playing Hero's game. "Or better yet, you're fooling everyone but me."

Hero offers them a quirked eyebrow, still maintaining an air of confidence. Oh, Villain is going to enjoy breaking that. They reach out, brushing a finger along the vein pulsing on Hero's neck.

"You can bluff all you want, but this doesn't lie," they murmur before attaching their mouth to Hero's skin, tongue running over the throbbing vein at a tantalizing pace. They want to take their time with Hero and show them how good it could feel to finally give in, to surrender into Villain's arms. "You taste sweet," Villain mutters against Hero's feverish skin.

Hero's breath falters, their composure cracking ever-so-slightly. They feel hot all over and utterly mortified at how easily their body is melting against Villain's. "Get off me," they demand, lack of conviction evident in their voice. They place their hands on Villain's abdomen but don't push them back, holding them there for grounding.

"You don't sound like you want me to do that," Villain grins against their skin, sucking and nipping at their neck to leave red marks behind, a claim of ownership Hero will undoubtedly be shy about. They suck harder as that thought arises, their mind almost delirious at the feel of Hero beneath their touch.

When Hero fails to respond, Villain leans back to take in the subtle flush across their cheeks and their blown-out irises, making a wrecked sight out of the most respected person in the city. "Do you, baby?" They lick their lips, enjoying Hero's flustered state a little too much.

Hero exhales, their voice barely audible as their mask crumbles under Villain's scorching gaze. "N-no..." They stutter out. Part of them wishes the Earth would swallow them whole, and the other wants to submit, consequences be damned.

"Correct answer," Villain's smile widens, one of their hands palming Hero's side, holding them in place as they press themself flush against their nemesis, mouthing their way up to Hero's ear. Their free hand finds its way into Hero's hair, threading through the soft strands at the back of their head and earning a poorly concealed whimper.

"Now, be a good pet and tell me what you really want," Villain orders, their hoarse, dominant tone almost making Hero's knees buckle. "I might just give it to you."

They don't allow Hero time to respond, capturing their lips in a deep kiss, their hand on Hero's nape fisting their hair and tilting their head back for better access as their tongue delves into Hero's mouth, claiming them with the fierceness and roar of a dormant volcano erupting in a flow of immence heat.

Hi loves!

Thank you for the requests! :) This time I have two people to thank, so I figured I should do that individually for them in separate posts. This was incredibly fun to write and I hope all of you enjoy it.

Love,

Sunny

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[sunnynwanda]

Oh my gosh, I got nervous for a moment there 😅

Thank you so much, sweetheart! Adore your reactions 🥰🔥

Warnings: Very Spicy. Smut, basically. Gendered characters. Based on this request. Minors DNI please.

It was going well. The weather was clear: no rain to obstruct the view, no sun to mess with her lens and blind her, no wind to affect the trajectory of her shot. She had sneaked onto the roof past the security, and even the snipers on the neighbouring buildings had failed to notice her. She even had spare time to set everything up and tune in. It was going too well.

Villain shook her head, returning her attention to the arriving guests as car after car came to a halt on the street below, all kinds of VIPs spilling out and into the richly, albeit tastelessly, decorated hall. She watched groups of heroes and villains come in, followed by the big bosses - polished superheroes, brooding supervillains and then he appeared. She watched the staff buzz around in evident anxiousness at the sight of his car turning the corner. Yet it wasn't the mayor. Oh no. It was the man who owned more than just the key to the city - the one who owned everything. Still, it stayed behind the scenes, the puppet master of the underground mafia and overground government.

Villain's fingers flexed, preparing to pull the trigger the second his head was in her aim. Nothing could distract her at that moment, her focus firm on the shiny bald head with no neck. Villain narrowed her eyes, her finger curling around the trigger when a sound to her left caught her attention, interrupting her moment. The gravel crunched under someone's boot, alerting Villain of an unwelcome presence a second too late for her to escape. Hero's body came crushing on her back, pressing her down face-first - as she was laid out on the rooftop, aiming at the entrance to the Grand Hall of the Rathaus. Villain groaned at the sudden heavy weight, the gravel digging into her thighs and chest as Hero squished her under himself.

She turned her head to the side, trying to breathe as Hero's elbow landed an inch from her nose. He leaned closer, whispering into her ear. "Got you."

"You're crushing me," Villain growled in the back of her throat, jerking under him. She felt hot all over, anger overcoming her. This was supposed to be the highlight of her career.

Hero chuckled, all too pleased with himself. "Did you forget I'm always a step ahead of you, baby? I knew you'd be here before you even came up with the plan."

Villain rolled her eyes, trying to elbow him in retaliation. "Get. Off." She barked out, her agitation and the uncomfortable position making her cheeks red.

Hero hummed a no, making himself comfortable on top of her, hips a little too tight to hers, pressing her down. "You won't hear me out if I do."

Villain huffed, blowing a strand of hair away from her eyes. "Whoever said I will listen now?"

Hero raised an eyebrow at that but was made to regret it soon when Villain started screeching at the top of her lungs. He groaned, covering her mouth with a calloused hand to stop the ungodly sounds. "Shut your pretty mouth, the snipers might hear."

Villain smirked against his hand before muttering something along the lines of always being loud. Hero's hold on her faltered at the suggestive tone, which Villain used to her advantage, rolling them over so Hero was positioned on his back under her. She swung her legs over, straddling his hips, but failed to take control of his hands in time. Hero grabbed her waist with one hand, keeping her in place, while the other got her wrist, pulling her down to him.

"You have to admit this is a better position," Villain murmured, her smile nothing short of wicked.

"Don't mind the prone either," Hero muttered, his eyes trailing the bead of sweat down her neck.

Villain rolled her eyes, tempted to smack him, but with her hand restricted in his hold, opted for squeezing his sides with her knees. "Watch your words."

Hero chuckled, shaking his head before his expression turned serious. "It wasn't him." Villain frowned, lost for a moment. "He suspected you'd try something. It was a lookalike."

Oh.

Yeah, Villain should have considered that possibility. She threw her head back, growling in annoyance. And if failing wasn't enough, it's Hero that saved her ass. Perfect.

"So," Hero continued, amused at her expressive disappointment. "What we'll do now is get to the party so everyone sees you weren't planning anything, just dolling up and running late, like the little princess you are."

This time, Villain couldn't restrain herself from smacking him. "Don't patronize me, you-" Hero's arm tightened around her waist, pulling her down against his chest. "Fine, fine. No time to bicker. Let's go."

***

When Hero mentioned dolling up, he did not expect Villain to take it this seriously. She was pretty either way - if Hero was honest, her tight-fitting costume did nothing to help his case, proving extremely distracting in battle. Hero might have earned a couple of scars solely because he was too busy staring.

But this... this was different. It takes Hero a solid minute to wrap his head around the fact that it is Villain - the exact time it took her to walk across the atrium of the Rathaus, multiple eyes raking over her figure in the tailored floor-length red dress. It was breathtaking.

She was breathtaking.  

Hero swallows harshly, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. "You clean up well," he mutters, half-hoping she won't notice the low notes in his voice.

"Is that the best you can do?" Villain questions, a smirk forming on her glossed lips. God, does he want to kiss her until her lips match the colour of that dress.

Hero can't help himself when he wraps his arm around her waist, pressing his chest against her back. The action serves to ease the tingling in his fingers, if only temporarily. "You look gorgeous. Bewitching. Alluring. Sinful. Take your pick."

Villain lets out a quiet laugh, satisfied with the range of descriptors. She glances down at his taut hold across her middle as he leads her into the main hall, warding off anyone who might have dared to approach. "Possessive, are we?"

"Your fault," Hero murmurs, his mouth dangerously close to her skin and his free hand running down her side, following the outline of her curves with his fingertips. "Your body feels like disrespect."

"I take it you like red on me?" She muses, tilting her head back to rest it against Hero's shoulder. He doesn't respond verbally, his mind too preoccupied to bother with words. He hums in the back of his throat, guiding Villain across the room to make sure everyone notes her presence.

"You'd like what's underneath even better," she adds nonchalantly while greeting a random acquaintance with a friendly smile. Hero's body tenses against her, his hand flexing on her stomach and his head dropping forward, causing a smug smirk to form on her face.

"Christ, Villain..." He rumbles, his forehead resting against her shoulder. He tilts his head, lips brushing the side of her neck up to her ear. "Behave."

She chuckles, turning in Hero's arms to face him. "When did I ever?" Hero growls in response, his hold on her waist tightening. He glances around, collecting his thoughts into an orderly pile, and leads her to the middle of the dancefloor, his movements effortless.

"I didn't take you for a dancer," she smiles, her hand coming to rest on his shoulder, drumming to the music in the background.

"I'm not," Hero shrugs, nodding towards the podium. "But this is the fastest way to get you noticed by everyone. Not that it's hard when you look like a damn deity," he mutters the last part under his breath, eyes glued to hers like he's hypnotized.

Villain lets out a soft laugh, shaking her head but holding his mesmerized gaze. "Okay, I didn't take you for a charmer, either."

"I'm not," Hero repeats, drawing her closer to eliminate any remaining distance between their bodies, hands squeezing her waist, fingers digging into her skin through the fabric of the dress.

Villain drapes her arms over his shoulders, pressing her chest up against his as she whispers into his ear. "Are you saying you'd rather not be dancing or talking with me?" She teases, pursing her lips to keep the shit-eating grin at bay.

"Mmm, not exactly," Hero murmurs, brushing the tip of his nose against hers, drawing her closer. "I'd rather not be talking to you, that's true. Could think of better ways to occupy our mouths."

"Yeah?" Villain raises a brow, biting her lip with a clear intention to rile him up. She allows her fingers to tangle into the hair on his nape, threading through the soft strands. "And what about the dancing?"

Hero's eyes darken, his hold on her turning iron. His words come out in a growling warning as he spins her around and pushes her towards the exit from the overcrowded hall. "Oh, I'm taking you dancing, alright."

"I thought you wanted people to see me?" Villain's smile turns wicked at his reaction as she continues to poke the lion. Hero doesn't bother with a response as he tugs her across the atrium and to the maintenance closet under the stairs.

They stumble in, and the moment the door shuts behind Villain, Hero presses her up against it, hands resting on either side of her head. "I'm a much better dancer in private," he whispers, crushing his mouth to hers in a bruising kiss. Villain hums into his mouth, her hands finding their way to Hero's sides, fisting his suit jacket.

Hero moves closer, pushing his hips against hers so she can feel his arousal. His hands move to cup her face, tilting her head back as his tongue runs along the seam of her lips, coaxing them open. Villain's lips part almost involuntarily, allowing him to deepen the kiss with a low moan in the back of her throat at the grinding of his hips against hers. Her hands shift across his torso, pushing his jacket off his shoulders and gripping onto them as Hero hitches her up, squeezing her thigh hard enough to leave bruises.

"You taste like sin," he breaks the kiss, dragging his mouth along her jawline, but Villain grabs his chin, yanking him back into a rough kiss, drawing blood as she bites into his bottom lip.

"Villain-" He cuts off, letting out a grumbling moan when her mouth attaches to his neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses down the column of his throat. "F-fuck..."

"Mm? You like that?" Villain murmurs against his skin, her hands running up and down his chest, earning another moan from Hero when her mouth closes around his Adam's apple, sucking harshly, then flattening her tongue to soothe the sensitive spot and leaving a soft kiss over it.

"You have no idea," Hero mumbles as she continues mouthing on his neck down to his collarbones, her fingers making quick work of the buttons on his shirt until it falls open. Her hands finally touch his skin, roaming his chest and sides before moving over the expanse of his back.

The shirt slides off his shoulders, landing on the dirty floor, but Hero couldn't care less about its whereabouts when Villain's perfect sinful mouth is on his skin. He tangles his fingers into her hair, tilting her face back up to him for another deep kiss while his free hand finds the zipper on the back of her dress. His fingers gently brush the side of her neck, tilting her head back to expose her neck to his hungry mouth, slowly descending to her shoulders to slide the straps of the gown down her arms. The dress follows suit, sliding down her body until it pools around her ankles.

Hero pulls away, taking in the sight of her in nothing but red lace and heels, her neck covered in lovebites and hickeys he left and hair cascading over her shoulders in messy curls. "Christ," he hisses, breath hitching in his throat. He reaches up, fingers brushing one of the marks, his touch reverent yet possessive.

"You should see your own neck," Villain smirks, satisfied with her handiwork. "All marked up for me," she adds, dragging her nails down his chest, irritating the flushed skin.

He grabs her chin, tilting it up to him, wanting nothing more than to ravish her speechless. "That smart mouth of yours will be my undoing," he mutters, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip. He puts two fingers into her mouth, pressing them to her tongue. "Naughty little thing."

"Do you mind that?" Villain asks, her voice hushed in the safety of the closet. Hero shakes his head, unable to keep his eyes off her. The world outside the door fades to nothingness. The dim lighting of the maintenance closet glows against her skin as his hands move down her body, mapping out her curves as he returns his mouth to her collarbones, kissing down to her chest. One of his hands slides down her stomach and between her thighs, the other reaches behind her to unclasp her bra.

Villain lets it fall down her arms, leaving her breasts exposed to his eyes, mouth and touch. Hero takes full advantage of the newfound access to more skin; his hands explore her, removing the last piece of clothing that's keeping her body from him.

"So fucking wet for me," he chokes out, lifting her up and wrapping her legs around his waist while her hands rid him of his pants.

If there was one thing Hero was grateful for at that moment, it was the loud music in the main hall because he could not, for the life of him, hold back the wrecked moan that ripped out of his throat when he finally felt her wrapped around him. Villain's head falls back against the door, her hands clasping around his shoulders, nails digging into his skin, the pain sending shivers down his spine.

"You feel like sin too," Hero grunts, pounding into her at a ravening speed, loud moans falling from her lips uncontrollably. He clamps his hand over her mouth in hopes of obscuring the sounds and bites the inside of his cheek to muffle his own grunts, resigning to hide the slapping sounds of skin-to-skin.

"Fu-uck, Hero-" Villain whines, her hands raking down his chest without fully grasping the extent of the damage her nails were causing. Hero couldn't bring himself to care about the drops of blood or stinging of his skin when she felt so divine under him, whimpering for him as he thrust into her, leaving wet kisses all over her neck and shoulders.

"Yeah, baby?" He rasps, his hands moving up her thighs to grip handfuls of her ass, shifting the angle for deeper strokes that earn pretty cries from her swollen lips.

"God, that's so good-" Villain's voice breaks as she claws on his back, arms, and sides, her head lolling forward to rest on his shoulder. She bites into the skin there, her legs tightening around his waist, making Hero's head spin and knees buckle. He groans in the back of his throat and slams his hips into hers one more time before abruptly pulling out.

Villain mewls as Hero lets her down onto her own feet, only to spin her around, pushing her face-first against the door. Her palms land flat against the wooden surface while his hands brush down her sides, pulling her hips back to connect with his, her back against his chest as he continues to defile her, his pace rough but not brutal. He leans back, gaze raking over her arched back and the hand-shaped bruises forming on her soft sides, his pace quickening when her walls clench around him.

"S-shit, Hero-" Villain's moans become louder with each thrust, her back arching deeper when Hero kisses down her spine, his tongue swirling against her skin. He wraps his arm around her, pulling her back against his chest, driving into her with aimed strokes as he feels her tighten around him more. His hands reach up, cupping her breasts and kneading the soft flesh in rhythmic motions.

"Oh god..." Villain's head falls back against his shoulder as he pushes her over the edge with another deep thrust. She comes undone with a loud cry of his name, her legs shaking while Hero rides out her high, his hips beginning to falter at the feeling of her climax. He nuzzles into her shoulder, groaning lowly as he follows her over the edge, mouth never leaving her skin.

Hero's touch is tender as he pulls out of Villain's quivering body, turning her around and holding her up. He brushes damp strands of hair out of her flushed face and presses soft kisses over her forehead, eyes, and cheekbones, as he guides her back to her senses.

The party is in full swing when two shadows cross the atrium and sneak out of the Rathaus, staying low until they round the corner. Once out of view from the building, Hero wraps his arms around Villain, pulling her back into him and nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck.

"My place?" He asks with a feather-light kiss behind her ear that leaves goosebumps in its wake. Villain lets out a soft hum in agreement, only to be scooped up in Hero's arms and carried away into the night.

A/N: Hi, loves! Don't know what to say, other than that this was my first time writing such detailed spicy scenes. I hope I did them some justice, and you'll enjoy reading it. Let me know what you think. Thank you for being here ♡

Sunny

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[sunnynwanda]

HELLO. YOUR WRITING IS EVERYTHING.

okay. hear me out. what about sub!hero who play the part of confident, dominant hero when in reality they are the cutest and most shy person ever??? and villian who’s actually dominant sees through it and flips the whole thing?? sssspicyy pleasee

Hello darling!

That's so sweet I'm melting 🫠☀️ I'm very glad you enjoy my writing :)

Thank you so much for this wonderful request, it left me buzzing with need to write (and delve into some suggestive areas)!

What's interesting is that two people have sent this same kind of request on the same day (I should probably check what I had posted that day :D) Like I said, great minds think alike ✨️

I just hope I managed to write something that will live up to your expectations. P.S. there might be more spice to the story coming later...

You two should meet each other. Don't judge me if I end up shipping you 💛

Here it is - Volcano

Love,

Sunny

[sunnynwanda]

hi!! i just wanna say that i love your writing so much like i can’t stop myself from coming back to read your blog again and again! im literally obsessed 😍🩷

also can i request a cute shy hero and very flirty villian who gives off dom vibes? please make it spicy if you can and thank you lovie! 🌷🤍

Hi sweetheart ☀️

I was so flattered it took me a moment to compose myself upon receiving this message xD Thank you so much! This means the world to me 💛

If I tell you this request has been in my head rentfree for the past 2,5 months, I kid you not! It's the perfect amount of prompting but leaving space for my mind to fill in and just... I hope I did it some justice 🤞

Since I had two prompts that essentially illicited the same story in my head, I have combined them both into one story.

Great minds think alike, I tell ya ✨️

You two should probably be friends, but don't forget to include me :D

Here it is - Volcano

Love,

Sunny

[sunnynwanda]

Hero x Villain Playlist

A while ago I said I would consider making a Hero x Villain Playlist...

Here goes nothing 🙃

These are the songs I listen to when writing for Hero x Villain or songs I have used in writing. Basically, anything I associate with our favourite duo.

Let me know if you have any recs ✨️

[sunnynwanda]

Warnings: Very Spicy. Smut, basically. Gendered characters. Based on this request. Minors DNI please.

It was going well. The weather was clear: no rain to obstruct the view, no sun to mess with her lens and blind her, no wind to affect the trajectory of her shot. She had sneaked onto the roof past the security, and even the snipers on the neighbouring buildings had failed to notice her. She even had spare time to set everything up and tune in. It was going too well.

Villain shook her head, returning her attention to the arriving guests as car after car came to a halt on the street below, all kinds of VIPs spilling out and into the richly, albeit tastelessly, decorated hall. She watched groups of heroes and villains come in, followed by the big bosses - polished superheroes, brooding supervillains and then he appeared. She watched the staff buzz around in evident anxiousness at the sight of his car turning the corner. Yet it wasn't the mayor. Oh no. It was the man who owned more than just the key to the city - the one who owned everything. Still, it stayed behind the scenes, the puppet master of the underground mafia and overground government.

Villain's fingers flexed, preparing to pull the trigger the second his head was in her aim. Nothing could distract her at that moment, her focus firm on the shiny bald head with no neck. Villain narrowed her eyes, her finger curling around the trigger when a sound to her left caught her attention, interrupting her moment. The gravel crunched under someone's boot, alerting Villain of an unwelcome presence a second too late for her to escape. Hero's body came crushing on her back, pressing her down face-first - as she was laid out on the rooftop, aiming at the entrance to the Grand Hall of the Rathaus. Villain groaned at the sudden heavy weight, the gravel digging into her thighs and chest as Hero squished her under himself.

She turned her head to the side, trying to breathe as Hero's elbow landed an inch from her nose. He leaned closer, whispering into her ear. "Got you."

"You're crushing me," Villain growled in the back of her throat, jerking under him. She felt hot all over, anger overcoming her. This was supposed to be the highlight of her career.

Hero chuckled, all too pleased with himself. "Did you forget I'm always a step ahead of you, baby? I knew you'd be here before you even came up with the plan."

Villain rolled her eyes, trying to elbow him in retaliation. "Get. Off." She barked out, her agitation and the uncomfortable position making her cheeks red.

Hero hummed a no, making himself comfortable on top of her, hips a little too tight to hers, pressing her down. "You won't hear me out if I do."

Villain huffed, blowing a strand of hair away from her eyes. "Whoever said I will listen now?"

Hero raised an eyebrow at that but was made to regret it soon when Villain started screeching at the top of her lungs. He groaned, covering her mouth with a calloused hand to stop the ungodly sounds. "Shut your pretty mouth, the snipers might hear."

Villain smirked against his hand before muttering something along the lines of always being loud. Hero's hold on her faltered at the suggestive tone, which Villain used to her advantage, rolling them over so Hero was positioned on his back under her. She swung her legs over, straddling his hips, but failed to take control of his hands in time. Hero grabbed her waist with one hand, keeping her in place, while the other got her wrist, pulling her down to him.

"You have to admit this is a better position," Villain murmured, her smile nothing short of wicked.

"Don't mind the prone either," Hero muttered, his eyes trailing the bead of sweat down her neck.

Villain rolled her eyes, tempted to smack him, but with her hand restricted in his hold, opted for squeezing his sides with her knees. "Watch your words."

Hero chuckled, shaking his head before his expression turned serious. "It wasn't him." Villain frowned, lost for a moment. "He suspected you'd try something. It was a lookalike."

Oh.

Yeah, Villain should have considered that possibility. She threw her head back, growling in annoyance. And if failing wasn't enough, it's Hero that saved her ass. Perfect.

"So," Hero continued, amused at her expressive disappointment. "What we'll do now is get to the party so everyone sees you weren't planning anything, just dolling up and running late, like the little princess you are."

This time, Villain couldn't restrain herself from smacking him. "Don't patronize me, you-" Hero's arm tightened around her waist, pulling her down against his chest. "Fine, fine. No time to bicker. Let's go."

***

When Hero mentioned dolling up, he did not expect Villain to take it this seriously. She was pretty either way - if Hero was honest, her tight-fitting costume did nothing to help his case, proving extremely distracting in battle. Hero might have earned a couple of scars solely because he was too busy staring.

But this... this was different. It takes Hero a solid minute to wrap his head around the fact that it is Villain - the exact time it took her to walk across the atrium of the Rathaus, multiple eyes raking over her figure in the tailored floor-length red dress. It was breathtaking.

She was breathtaking.  

Hero swallows harshly, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. "You clean up well," he mutters, half-hoping she won't notice the low notes in his voice.

"Is that the best you can do?" Villain questions, a smirk forming on her glossed lips. God, does he want to kiss her until her lips match the colour of that dress.

Hero can't help himself when he wraps his arm around her waist, pressing his chest against her back. The action serves to ease the tingling in his fingers, if only temporarily. "You look gorgeous. Bewitching. Alluring. Sinful. Take your pick."

Villain lets out a quiet laugh, satisfied with the range of descriptors. She glances down at his taut hold across her middle as he leads her into the main hall, warding off anyone who might have dared to approach. "Possessive, are we?"

"Your fault," Hero murmurs, his mouth dangerously close to her skin and his free hand running down her side, following the outline of her curves with his fingertips. "Your body feels like disrespect."

"I take it you like red on me?" She muses, tilting her head back to rest it against Hero's shoulder. He doesn't respond verbally, his mind too preoccupied to bother with words. He hums in the back of his throat, guiding Villain across the room to make sure everyone notes her presence.

"You'd like what's underneath even better," she adds nonchalantly while greeting a random acquaintance with a friendly smile. Hero's body tenses against her, his hand flexing on her stomach and his head dropping forward, causing a smug smirk to form on her face.

"Christ, Villain..." He rumbles, his forehead resting against her shoulder. He tilts his head, lips brushing the side of her neck up to her ear. "Behave."

She chuckles, turning in Hero's arms to face him. "When did I ever?" Hero growls in response, his hold on her waist tightening. He glances around, collecting his thoughts into an orderly pile, and leads her to the middle of the dancefloor, his movements effortless.

"I didn't take you for a dancer," she smiles, her hand coming to rest on his shoulder, drumming to the music in the background.

"I'm not," Hero shrugs, nodding towards the podium. "But this is the fastest way to get you noticed by everyone. Not that it's hard when you look like a damn deity," he mutters the last part under his breath, eyes glued to hers like he's hypnotized.

Villain lets out a soft laugh, shaking her head but holding his mesmerized gaze. "Okay, I didn't take you for a charmer, either."

"I'm not," Hero repeats, drawing her closer to eliminate any remaining distance between their bodies, hands squeezing her waist, fingers digging into her skin through the fabric of the dress.

Villain drapes her arms over his shoulders, pressing her chest up against his as she whispers into his ear. "Are you saying you'd rather not be dancing or talking with me?" She teases, pursing her lips to keep the shit-eating grin at bay.

"Mmm, not exactly," Hero murmurs, brushing the tip of his nose against hers, drawing her closer. "I'd rather not be talking to you, that's true. Could think of better ways to occupy our mouths."

"Yeah?" Villain raises a brow, biting her lip with a clear intention to rile him up. She allows her fingers to tangle into the hair on his nape, threading through the soft strands. "And what about the dancing?"

Hero's eyes darken, his hold on her turning iron. His words come out in a growling warning as he spins her around and pushes her towards the exit from the overcrowded hall. "Oh, I'm taking you dancing, alright."

"I thought you wanted people to see me?" Villain's smile turns wicked at his reaction as she continues to poke the lion. Hero doesn't bother with a response as he tugs her across the atrium and to the maintenance closet under the stairs.

They stumble in, and the moment the door shuts behind Villain, Hero presses her up against it, hands resting on either side of her head. "I'm a much better dancer in private," he whispers, crushing his mouth to hers in a bruising kiss. Villain hums into his mouth, her hands finding their way to Hero's sides, fisting his suit jacket.

Hero moves closer, pushing his hips against hers so she can feel his arousal. His hands move to cup her face, tilting her head back as his tongue runs along the seam of her lips, coaxing them open. Villain's lips part almost involuntarily, allowing him to deepen the kiss with a low moan in the back of her throat at the grinding of his hips against hers. Her hands shift across his torso, pushing his jacket off his shoulders and gripping onto them as Hero hitches her up, squeezing her thigh hard enough to leave bruises.

"You taste like sin," he breaks the kiss, dragging his mouth along her jawline, but Villain grabs his chin, yanking him back into a rough kiss, drawing blood as she bites into his bottom lip.

"Villain-" He cuts off, letting out a grumbling moan when her mouth attaches to his neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses down the column of his throat. "F-fuck..."

"Mm? You like that?" Villain murmurs against his skin, her hands running up and down his chest, earning another moan from Hero when her mouth closes around his Adam's apple, sucking harshly, then flattening her tongue to soothe the sensitive spot and leaving a soft kiss over it.

"You have no idea," Hero mumbles as she continues mouthing on his neck down to his collarbones, her fingers making quick work of the buttons on his shirt until it falls open. Her hands finally touch his skin, roaming his chest and sides before moving over the expanse of his back.

The shirt slides off his shoulders, landing on the dirty floor, but Hero couldn't care less about its whereabouts when Villain's perfect sinful mouth is on his skin. He tangles his fingers into her hair, tilting her face back up to him for another deep kiss while his free hand finds the zipper on the back of her dress. His fingers gently brush the side of her neck, tilting her head back to expose her neck to his hungry mouth, slowly descending to her shoulders to slide the straps of the gown down her arms. The dress follows suit, sliding down her body until it pools around her ankles.

Hero pulls away, taking in the sight of her in nothing but red lace and heels, her neck covered in lovebites and hickeys he left and hair cascading over her shoulders in messy curls. "Christ," he hisses, breath hitching in his throat. He reaches up, fingers brushing one of the marks, his touch reverent yet possessive.

"You should see your own neck," Villain smirks, satisfied with her handiwork. "All marked up for me," she adds, dragging her nails down his chest, irritating the flushed skin.

He grabs her chin, tilting it up to him, wanting nothing more than to ravish her speechless. "That smart mouth of yours will be my undoing," he mutters, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip. He puts two fingers into her mouth, pressing them to her tongue. "Naughty little thing."

"Do you mind that?" Villain asks, her voice hushed in the safety of the closet. Hero shakes his head, unable to keep his eyes off her. The world outside the door fades to nothingness. The dim lighting of the maintenance closet glows against her skin as his hands move down her body, mapping out her curves as he returns his mouth to her collarbones, kissing down to her chest. One of his hands slides down her stomach and between her thighs, the other reaches behind her to unclasp her bra.

Villain lets it fall down her arms, leaving her breasts exposed to his eyes, mouth and touch. Hero takes full advantage of the newfound access to more skin; his hands explore her, removing the last piece of clothing that's keeping her body from him.

"So fucking wet for me," he chokes out, lifting her up and wrapping her legs around his waist while her hands rid him of his pants.

If there was one thing Hero was grateful for at that moment, it was the loud music in the main hall because he could not, for the life of him, hold back the wrecked moan that ripped out of his throat when he finally felt her wrapped around him. Villain's head falls back against the door, her hands clasping around his shoulders, nails digging into his skin, the pain sending shivers down his spine.

"You feel like sin too," Hero grunts, pounding into her at a ravening speed, loud moans falling from her lips uncontrollably. He clamps his hand over her mouth in hopes of obscuring the sounds and bites the inside of his cheek to muffle his own grunts, resigning to hide the slapping sounds of skin-to-skin.

"Fu-uck, Hero-" Villain whines, her hands raking down his chest without fully grasping the extent of the damage her nails were causing. Hero couldn't bring himself to care about the drops of blood or stinging of his skin when she felt so divine under him, whimpering for him as he thrust into her, leaving wet kisses all over her neck and shoulders.

"Yeah, baby?" He rasps, his hands moving up her thighs to grip handfuls of her ass, shifting the angle for deeper strokes that earn pretty cries from her swollen lips.

"God, that's so good-" Villain's voice breaks as she claws on his back, arms, and sides, her head lolling forward to rest on his shoulder. She bites into the skin there, her legs tightening around his waist, making Hero's head spin and knees buckle. He groans in the back of his throat and slams his hips into hers one more time before abruptly pulling out.

Villain mewls as Hero lets her down onto her own feet, only to spin her around, pushing her face-first against the door. Her palms land flat against the wooden surface while his hands brush down her sides, pulling her hips back to connect with his, her back against his chest as he continues to defile her, his pace rough but not brutal. He leans back, gaze raking over her arched back and the hand-shaped bruises forming on her soft sides, his pace quickening when her walls clench around him.

"S-shit, Hero-" Villain's moans become louder with each thrust, her back arching deeper when Hero kisses down her spine, his tongue swirling against her skin. He wraps his arm around her, pulling her back against his chest, driving into her with aimed strokes as he feels her tighten around him more. His hands reach up, cupping her breasts and kneading the soft flesh in rhythmic motions.

"Oh god..." Villain's head falls back against his shoulder as he pushes her over the edge with another deep thrust. She comes undone with a loud cry of his name, her legs shaking while Hero rides out her high, his hips beginning to falter at the feeling of her climax. He nuzzles into her shoulder, groaning lowly as he follows her over the edge, mouth never leaving her skin.

Hero's touch is tender as he pulls out of Villain's quivering body, turning her around and holding her up. He brushes damp strands of hair out of her flushed face and presses soft kisses over her forehead, eyes, and cheekbones, as he guides her back to her senses.

The party is in full swing when two shadows cross the atrium and sneak out of the Rathaus, staying low until they round the corner. Once out of view from the building, Hero wraps his arms around Villain, pulling her back into him and nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck.

"My place?" He asks with a feather-light kiss behind her ear that leaves goosebumps in its wake. Villain lets out a soft hum in agreement, only to be scooped up in Hero's arms and carried away into the night.

A/N: Hi, loves! Don't know what to say, other than that this was my first time writing such detailed spicy scenes. I hope I did them some justice, and you'll enjoy reading it. Let me know what you think. Thank you for being here ♡

Sunny

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[sunnynwanda]

FOR THE SNIPPET YPU PLANNING PLEASEEEE KEEP THE GENDERS FOR THE HERO AND VILLAIN NEUTRAL PLEASEEE 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

(Or atleasr mxm for pride month)

Hi babe!

Oh, it's already done as requested (with gendered characters). But I will try doing something of sorts with neutrals as well.

In the meantime, I hope you can enjoy Blow, it's the closest to your request, I think.

[sunnynwanda]

Mother may I request a SPICY CHILLY HOT JALAPEÑO snippet in, say, one of those fancy parties with all kinds of important people and ALSO different groups of heros and villains? Maybe about hero catching villain right before assassinating someone from a rooftop? Then perhaps villain tries to ✨️distract✨️ hero?

(Could we possibly get a female villain and a male hero please?)

Sooo, this might just be the request that caused my recent poll...

Safe to say a super spicy HOT JALAPEÑO snippet is coming right up xD I remember someone asking if I'd ever consider doing more graphic scenes... apparently it's a yes now. We'll see how it goes.

Thank you for the idea (and prompt to go a little more spicy with my writing), sweetheart!

[sunnynwanda]

HEYYYYYY 😨😭😘❤️🌝 (I have no idea either)

any chance u can do a snippet with a stubborn and arrogant villain x flirty hero (like the hero plays the chance of pissing of the villain in a teasing kind of way)

hope u have a great day 😇

Spicy margarita

Warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption, slightly suggestive.

Receptions were always a pain. For some unfathomable reason, the mayor insisted on inviting all of the significant powers in the city and, much to Villain's dismay, their boss demanded on their attendance. Hence, the reason for Villain's foul mood. They disliked public events in general, but being forced to socialise while having to tolerate Hero's presence was unimaginable.

Hero was a handful, to say the least. The personification of perfection. The smartest, the kindest, the strongest... and the flirtiest. They knew they were charming and used it to their benefit when it came to the press - the journalists and citizens alike loved their bright smile and gleaming eyes, while Villain struggled to hide their disdain. Their boss claimed that their hatred painfully resembled infatuation, but Villain would be damned before admitting that. They were too stubborn for their own good, opting for arrogant remarks and ruthless mockery.

Villain shakes their head, releasing their frown and sipping their spicy margarita to get them through the night. They should stop thinking about stupid heroes and focus on maintaining a neutral facial expression. Another demand that was voiced by their boss for the evening.

Villain is seriously considering going freelance when an arm wraps around their waist, someone's firm body pressing into them from behind. They jump and jerk to turn around when a hot whisper stills them in place. Smirking lips brush against the shell of their ear, sending a shiver of displeasure down their spine.

"Hey babe," Hero drawls, their fingers trailing down the side of Villain's neck in a tender touch. Their chest is pressed flush against the expanse of Villain's stiffened back.

"Get. Off. Me." Villain almost growls, throwing their elbows back into Hero's stomach and delivering a punch to the guts. Hero stumbles back, a low chuckle slipping through their parted lips.

"Stop acting like you weren't waiting for me," they muse, the teasing tone obvious in their voice and the crinkling of their eyes when Villain whirls around to face them. "Those gorgeous eyes of yours kept scanning the room to find me."

"In your dreams," Villain groans, rolling their eyes despite finding Hero's persistence endearing. Their knuckles turn white from the grip of their glass.

"Oh, you're in my dreams, alright," Hero smirks and Villain is too stunned to react for a moment. Hero uses this to take their hand, dragging them towards the centre of the room. "Dance with me, babe."

"What?" Villain's voice is weak for their liking, but they blame it on the unexpected nature of the situation they found themself in. "Not a chance." They finally manage, looking anything but convincing.

"Oh, come on," Hero whines, pursing their lips into a pout as their arm returns to Villain's waist, drawing them closer to pry the glass out of their fingers and take a sip of their drink. "What's your poison? Margarita?"

"Spicy margarita," Villain corrects, quirking a brow when Hero drinks from their glass. They smirk, watching Hero struggle to hold back a cough. "Love the taste. And the lingering pain."

"Oh god," Hero wheezes, their eyes watering. They take a deep breath, trying to relax despite the burning sensation going down their throat straight to their chest. "You like it spicy, huh?" They choke out, earning an amused chuckle from Villain.

"As a matter of fact, I do," Villain admits, letting out a sigh of resignation to their circumstances when Hero starts swaying them to the music. Much to Villain's surprise, their nemesis is a great dancer. They almost growl at the revelation. Of fucking course, they'd be good at that too.

Hero gulps, their mind wandering at the rumbling sound, their fingers twitching to trail down Villain's spine. "What's going on in that pretty head of yours?"

"You don't want to know what I'm thinking," Villain chuckles, baring their teeth and sending Hero's mind further down the gutter. Something about Villain messes with their brain in a way nothing ever has.

Hero's voice is low as they lean closer, whispering into Villain's ear, their lips brushing the base of Villain's jaw. "And what if I do, babe?"

Villain's eyes widen, their breath hitching in their throat at the heated whisper combined with Hero's arm tight around their body. And then the realisation hits them. "Are you flirting with me?"

"Did that penny finally drop?" Now it's Hero's turn to be amused. They lean back to put some distance between them and glance at Villain's positively lost expression. They must not be thinking straight, Villain thinks. Hero cannot be...

"I mean, it's only a joke," Villain's voice is incredulous as they process the implications of Hero's confirmation. Their mind races as their fingers wrap around Hero's wrist, guiding the glass to their lips to take a gulp, the taste burning their tongue in the most delightful of ways.

"I'm not joking," Hero mutters, their eyes searching Villain's face, gauging for a reaction. "I'm serious. Very serious."

"W-what?" Hero interrupts their stuttering reply, capturing Villain's lips with their own, their tongue delving into Villain's mouth. Their brain is overwhelmed by the spicy taste lingering on Villain's tongue, coating their own with the burning sensation, sending a shudder down their spine when Villain responds, cradling the back of their head and deepening the kiss.

Villain's mind is still in haywire when they pull away, meeting Hero's frantic gaze with their own.

"You're my spicy margarita, babe," Hero grins, their disgusting charming expression flooding Villain's chest with warm honey. "The taste and the pain."

A/N: Hey there, love! I gotta admit, that was adorable xD Oh yes, I absolutely loved this idea! Although, I still put my spin on it to give them a bit of a spicy moment :) Hope you enjoy this <3 Love you, Sunny xo

P.S. Yes, this was inspired by the song Spicy margarita by Jason Derulo and Michael Bublè (I'm shocked too lol).

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[sunnynwanda]

Hi! Ive been following you for a long while and I love your writing so much!

If you feel like it, could you write a hero x villain, one of which is the type to get touchy and playful when drunk and accidentally confesses to the other like that? With the other being surprised

Ofc you can take it in whatever way you want! :D

Do Your Worst

Warnings: intoxication, slightly suggestive (i guess?), bad flirting xD

Villain was stoic. Cold as ice, unmoving as a mountain. They never flinched, never winced, never recoiled. No matter how strong the blow was, no matter how bad it hurt. No muscle dared to twitch on their carved face, not one sound escaped their pale lips.

They were made of stone - Hero was sure of it. 

Here remembered their first battle with Villain, the power of their blows unmatched, rumbling in the emptiness of the building, concrete crushing under their fists as they chased Villain relentlessly. In retrospect, Hero knows they must have broken at least five ribs, if not more. Yet, the only reaction they got from Villain was a quirked eyebrow - a mocking challenge. A dare to keep going, to give more. Bring it on.

Do your worst. 

Hero hated those words despite having heard them a thousand times before. A spark ignited deep within, turning into lightning, rushing through their veins like a wave. Passion and power. Hero had no idea where to draw the line. Villain was insatiable in their hunger, unstoppable in their pursuit of a thrill. Yet there was no satiating Hero's thirst either - they wanted more. More fire, more freedom. More of Villain.

But Villain was the epitome of indomitable. Impassive. Equable.

All the more surprising was the state they found Villain in today. No, surprising was not the word for what they were feeling. They were struck dumb, astonished, speechless. Anything but surprised as they take in the look of Villain swaying on their feet and coming to a halt in front of them with the sweetest pout on their soft lips. 

"Baby-y," they exclaim, excitement colouring their voice in a way Hero has never heard before. "What are you doing here?" 

Hero staggers back, their eyes blown wide. Villain attempts a smile, their lips curling up to reveal the dimples on their cheeks. Hero feels their heart skip a beat at the sight.  

"Villain, are you alright?" They start cautiously, part of them suspecting that their nemesis has been drugged. 

Villain nods, failing to form a stern expression and setting on an adorable frown. "Mhm. Missed you. So much." Their words come out slurred but manage to send Hero's eyebrows up into their goddamn hairline. 

"You... what?" Hero mumbles out, breath hitching in their throat as they process the words. They are quick to react when Villain stumbles forward, gripping Hero's outstretched arms for stability. 

Except, they don't stop at that. Once Hero steadies them and lets go of their hands, Villain doesn't step back. Instead, they wrap their arms around Hero's waist and rest their chin on Hero's chest as they tilt their head up. 

"Hi, baby," they muse, their pupils dilated from intoxication. Hero's throat goes dry at the sight, their hands twitching to touch Villain's flushed cheekbones, brush their fingers over the sensitive skin, ignite them the same way Villain's words have them on fire. 

"Hi," Hero breathes out, their mind spinning. "You're drunk." They state the obvious, earning a deep rumble of a chuckle from Villain. 

"Mhm," Villain hums, leaning closer, their chest flush against Hero's. "And you're pretty." 

"I- w-what?" Hero stutters out, their brain short-circuiting when Villain's hand slides up their chest to their neck, their fingers brushing the side of Hero's neck. "What are you doing?"

"Hm?" Villain looks up at them, blinking innocently and sending a shiver down Hero's spine. Holy mother of god. 

Hero wants to remove Villain's hands from their body, they really do. But, the moment they actually try, Villain gives them the most adorably heart-shattering pout they have ever seen, and who the hell is Hero to refuse them? 

They sigh heavily, cupping Villain's jaw, their thumb rubbing soft circles into their cheek. "Shh, let me get you home, okay?" They ask, gazing intently into Villain's heavy-lidded eyes. Villain nods, leaning into their touch with unexpected desperation, their lips parted in strained pants.

Hero draws them closer, holding them upright, but almost drops them when their apathetic nemesis yelps. Hero stares at their enemy cradled in their arms when Villain does the unthinkable. They giggle. The sound rings through the air, and Hero all but dies on the spot, their mouth hanging agape for a moment too long, drawing another soft laugh out of Villain, who must have decided to break Hero's mind because they wrap their arm around Hero's shoulders, nuzzling into their neck. 

"I've wanted to do this for so long," they mutter against Hero's skin, sending a flood of lava down their throat. Hero lets out a guttural groan, barely restraining themself from lifting Villain's head from their shoulder and devouring them on the spot. 

"Villain, please," Hero whispers, unsure of what they are pleading for - for Villain to stop or to keep going. Keep ruining me.

Villain shakes their head, their lips brushing against the side of Hero's neck when they speak again. "I won't have the guts to say this when I'm sober," they confess, and Hero freezes, too stunned to move, speak or even breathe.

They can't remember what they need the air for when Villain's cold fingers trace the outline of their lips. They feel intoxicated, Villain's drunken state influencing them in the strangest way possible, making them feel lightheaded like no alcohol ever could. 

"Villain," Hero warns through gritted teeth, struggling desperately to maintain control and composure when Villain stands on their tiptoes, leaning on Hero's chest for stability. "One more word from you, and I won't be responsible for my actions."

They press their forehead to Villain's, their eyes meeting with scorching intensity, Hero's gaze glowing with insanity and desire.

Villain might be made of stone, but Hero isn't. 

Hero is on the verge of falling apart, crumbling under Villain's smouldering hands like they are made of clay. 

"Do your worst," Villain whispers against their lips, and Hero loses it, capturing Villain's mouth, crushing into them with a groan rambling in the back of their throat. 

No, Hero is not made of stone. And neither is Villain.

A/N: Hi, sweetheart! Oh my, thank you so much :) You have no idea what this means to me and how good it makes me feel to receive requests and notes like this! Love you with all my heart <3 xo Sunny

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[sunnynwanda]

Knew it xD

Have to tell you I'm working on it. It's an interesting feeling, writing some things you never have before.

Anyway, it'll be out very soon and I hope (!) won't disappoint.

Hi loves! Haven't talked to you in a while.

So, I might have received a request that made me want to write something downright sinful... and I was wondering if you'd be down for that?

I know we keep it relatively clean (as in, spice but no smut) on my blog but this one just really got my mind going places, if that makes sense.

[sunnynwanda]

Hi loves! Haven't talked to you in a while.

So, I might have received a request that made me want to write something downright sinful... and I was wondering if you'd be down for that?

I know we keep it relatively clean (as in, spice but no smut) on my blog but this one just really got my mind going places, if that makes sense.

[sunnynwanda]

Helloooo I hope your having a fabulous day, and I absolutely adore your work. So I have a request, can you do it?

Its a situation where the Villain kidnaps a well known detective and tries to get them to spill intel on the Hero’s identity. But the problem is, the detective IS the hero. ;) tyy

Talk

"Get. Off. Me." The demand is met with a snarl as Villain spins the chair around, looming over their prisoner like Damocles' sword. The Detective stares up at them, unyielding and unbothered on the surface, while on the inside their mind wanders in more ways than one. How they are supposed to get out of this one without compromising their cover and career is beyond them.

"Talk," Villain insists, their voice low and menacing, but the Detective doesn't flinch, shaking their head instead, their lips sealed by much more than promise or duty. If only Villain knew who they had at the tips of their fingers - part of Hero the Detective was tempted to reveal themself with a demonstration of power, but dominating the room wasn't their goal at the moment. They needed to make it out of the room without revealing the layers of their occupation and identity.

Villain growls, fed up with spinning in circles of astounding stubbornness they both possessed, as engaging as it was. Time is running out; they have missions to attend to and chaos to create. They roll the chair by tugging at the leather binds restricting the Detective's arms, pulling them between their knees and getting in the other's face.

"Hero won't save you from me," they narrow their eyes in warning, wondering why the Detective wasn't scared of falling victim to a battle that was not theirs to fight, "But I can promise to let you leave if you give me a clue."

"Why?" The Detective asks, tilting their head to the side, curiosity etched on their face, biting the inside of their cheek to hold back a chuckle at the irony of the situation. It was entertaining, watching Villain struggle with something so near it was under their nose, eluding them by the sheer modality of perception. "What do you need their identity for?"

"I was thinking of paying them a visit," Villain offers them a crooked grin, unable to decipher their amusement. Suppose the Detective's line of work demands some level of composure, it still does not justify the calmness they are exhibiting. Any other normal person would be scared - no, terrified out of their damn mind, yet here was the Detective, looking almost bored with the situation.

The Detective scoffs, the corner of their lips twitching up in a small smile that had no business being this attractive. "A visit, huh? Since when were you that courteous?" They ask, earning a disbelieving - and offended - huff from Villain. "To Hero, I mean."

"Excuse you? You know nothing of our relationship with Hero," Villain claims, at which the Detective only raises an eyebrow. It was so tempting to just tell them - for the sake of witnessing the look on their face when recognition dawns and all the puzzle pieces fall into place.

They are so close to cracking up that it's not funny anymore, but bursting out laughing would be a quick way of giving their identity away, so they stay put, searching for alternative ways of distracting Villain. "What makes you think I know their identity? Hero wouldn't trust anyone with that type of intel."

"You're the best detective in the city," Villain points out, their eyebrows furrowing in confusion.  "You mean to tell me that you have no clues, that you've never wondered who you've entrusted your lives to? That blind trust is astonishing and reckless, don't you think?"

Gods, was it hard to hold back from blurting it out!

"I don't know your identity," the Detective counters, smirking at the evident agitation of their captor. Villain groans at that as if they didn't look alluring without the perturbed pout on their pretty face. "Not for lack of research, need I say," they grin, tilting their head to the side in a challenge of wits.

"You've researched me, have you?" Villain drawls, studying the Detective's expression and confident posture - too confident and self-assured, in Villain's humble opinion. They could tell something was off yet failed to identify what.

The Detective found that comical but hid the laugh behind a cough, shaking their head to compose themself. "I might have attempted but failed nonetheless," they admit, licking their lips as an idea forms in their head. "Would you be willing to spill some hints? In exchange for useful information on your nemesis, of course."

Villain pauses, their mouth hanging open like their brain malfunctioned and had to rewire. The Detective Hero offers a crooked grin, satisfied with the effect their offer had on their enemy. They use the momentary shift of Villain's attention to free their hands, keeping them behind their back to avoid raising suspicion too soon.

"I could consider that," Villain mumbles under their breath, still at a loss for words, which was a first for their ever-eloquent self. They look flabbergasted, which only adds fuel to the fire of Hero's amusement. Villain felt like a mouse in the paws of a cat that's playing with its food, stroking until the claws pierce through their trembling throat.

"Take your time," the Detective chuckles at how they've rendered their favourite nemesis silent. "I'll be glad to welcome you in my office," they add and - much to Villain's dismay - get up from their seat, walking towards the door as if that was nothing short of normal.

Villain remains seated in their place in a state of complete confusion, their brain short-circuiting as they watch the Detective's retreating figure, wondering how on Earth their plan resulted in this. They glance at the leather binds on the floor and pick them up, the pads of their fingers brushing over the burned edge of the laser cut.

Villain pauses, silent as they take in the current state of affairs. They might not be ready to reveal their true identity to a well-known detective for the sake of gaining intel on Hero, but it won't hurt to visit them for the sake of (potentially) talking some information out of them. And if it doesn't work out? Well, they definitely won't mind getting to know the Detective.

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! I had fun with this xD Been going through some not so pleasant things recently, this was like a breath of fresh air. Thanks for the chance to get everything off my mind.

xo Sunny

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[sunnynwanda]

Hi, sorry to bother!

I’ve had this idea lately but I wondered if you would like to write it, feel free to ignore it if it doesn’t convince you btw

Pet hero whumpee but not the docile type of pet, more like superhero/supervillain has conditioned/deshumanized them to be like some sort of rabid, aggresive pet that attacks anyone who isn’t their “owner”

Maybe they’ve been missing for some time already and when villain (or any other character you want to) finds them, they worry about the fact that hero is attacking them and doesn’t seem to recognize them at all

I hope you’re having a nice day✨✨✨

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Warning: dehumanisation, conditioning, pet whump and everything that comes with it, mentions of physical and psychological abuse, graphic injuries, suffocation, blood, gore, murder. I have no idea how I wrote this. Please do not interact if any of those might be triggering for you.

The door opens with a taunting creak, the sound reverberates off the empty walls. Villain takes a tentative step in, glancing around for any traps. The apartment looks perfect in its apparent abandonment - not a thing out of place, no sign of a fight or kidnapping. Hero had been gone for a little over three months. Just like that, no traces left behind, no warnings - nothing. It's like they vanished into thin air. Evaporated. Villain didn't know why or where they went. They had no idea who to contact or what to do about Hero's sudden disappearance. The only thing Villain did know was they missed their nemesis. 

Oh, they missed Hero like crazy. 

They still recalled the brawl they had the day before. Villain was attempting to cause a riot in the city stadium for the fun of it; Hero had been their ordinary cheeky self as well. Nothing new to the usual scheme of things. They took turns delivering the blows and tumbled around a bit; Villain ended up restrained against a wall and accepted temporary defeat despite being capable of obliterating the entire stadium - Hero included - with a flick of their wrist. Both were accustomed to the game plan and felt no need to deviate. The next day, Villain seized a bank and demanded Hero's presence - per standard procedure.

Except, Hero never came. 

They robbed the bank despite not needing the money and departed in a sour mood because nothing was supposed to be of more importance than their battles. Villain expected Hero to return the next day and intended to make them apologise relentlessly for such disrespect.

Needless to say, that wish never came true. 

After a week of waiting in vain, Villain started suspecting something was off. They spent the following weeks in search of any clues to decipher Hero's mysterious disappearance, any clues that could lead them to Hero's whereabouts - to no avail. 

That is, until today. Villain pulls the letter out of the envelope and unfolds it. An invitation to Superhero's estate. Villain hums, scrunching their nose. That's the last place they want to go to, but at this point, they'll resort to anything to find Hero.

Little did they know that finding Hero would be the least of their concerns.  

Villain exits the apartment, making their way outside the city right away. A deep-set sense of anxiety pushes them forward, a feeling of urgency and despair. They can't comprehend what it is yet, the idea building in their subconscious mind, but they can tell it's bad. They can tell it's entirely vile.

Villain doesn't bother announcing their arrival, instead sneaking over the high fences and past the numerous guards. They walk into the manor, darting past the hounds that roam the first floor, and climb to the second floor, where Superhero's study is. Their hands shake with dreadful anticipation. 

Villain pushes the door open, and in the same instant, something lunges at them. Their first guess is that it's another dog, but the assumption soon proves untrue. The creature withdraws at the sound of a whistle, skipping back to the leg of its master.  

"Good boy," Superhero smiles, brushing Hero's hair the wrong way. Villain watches in shock as Hero turns their head to the side, leaning into the touch and licking Superhero's palm like a dog. 

"What the-" Villain breathes out, too stunned to form a coherent thought. They stare with widening eyes at whatever is left of their Hero as they rub their head against their owner's leg, looking for praise. But when their gaze lands on Villain, Hero's expression shifts to pure rage. They snarl, aggressive and aggravated. Villain's voice is barely audible behind their growls. "What have you done?" 

"Me? Nothing much," Superhero grins, hooking their fingers into Hero's collar and pulling at it harshly until Hero starts to choke. "I've taught them what they really are. What they deserve to be."  

"But why?" Villain glances at them, seeing insanity in Superhero's eyes. They look back at Hero's dehumanised form on all fours. Their back is arched in what Villain assumes is a defensive stance. Their mind is reeling, running a hundred miles an hour. They cannot grasp the situation in full yet, refusing to believe that the creature in front of them is indeed Hero. Their Hero. "W-why?" 

"Why, you ask?" Superhero drawls, fisting Hero's hair and tugging with brute force. Hero falls onto their back, letting out a whimpering whine. Villain turns away, unable to take the sight of them in such a state. "You think I haven't noticed the little play you two have devised? Your little game of back and forth?"

"What are you..." Villain starts, getting up from the floor. Hero jumps up, preparing to attack. Superhero zaps them with a shocker, sending their body back down with another loud whimper. "Stop! Please... For the love of God, stop!" Villain yells, their lips and hands trembling in desperation. 

"Hero failed. Their purpose was to defeat you. They could have done it months ago," Superhero explains, using their foot to prompt Hero's chin up. "They chose not to. They betrayed their pack, so they needed to learn how to be a good dog." 

Villain shudders at the impassive tone of their voice. "You've conditioned them into submission. You've turned them into an animal, you monster!" They spit out, their eyes flaring up with newfound rage. Their fingers curl into fists as they look around the room, trying to find a solution. An escape.  

"No, I've made him my pet. I'm a patient master," Superhero caresses Hero's cheek and rubs their ear, their touch looking almost soothing until their fingers squeeze, digging into the skin on Hero's chin. "Now, attack."

Hero switches into a fight mode with a snarl, their teeth glimmering white in the dim-lit room. Villain dodges the attack by jumping to the side and reaching out to take hold of Hero's head, prompting them to meet their gaze. 

"Hero, it's me!" Hero's pupils are dilated and empty. They seem incomprehensive. "Please, Hero, it's me, me..." Villain pleads, tears brimming their eyes. For a short moment, something seems to flicker behind Hero's gaze. But, Superhero blows their whistle, and Hero loses all sense of self again, attacking Villain with renewed vigour.  

"No, no, no," Villain tries their best to hold Hero back without hurting them. Their voice is thick with emotion when they speak again, struggling to contain Hero.

"Look at me! Please, just look at me..." Their expression is nothing short of begging, but Hero remains unaffected. With no other choice left, Villain grasps Hero's collar, hooking their belt through it and securing it. 

Hero is rabid against their leash, thrashing on the ground as Villain stands, facing Superhero. 

"No matter how far you take them, they'll always be my pet," Superhero hisses, crossing their arms over their chest with an unmistakable sense of victory. They are so confident in their conviction that they don't bother to arm themself.

"You still don't get it, do you?" Villain lets out a dark chuckle, but there's no humour behind it. "It's not them that betrayed the pack by refusing to defeat me. They could never defeat me in the first place. It was me. I'm the variable you didn't take into account," Villain growls through gritted teeth, taking a step towards Superhero and wrapping a hand around their forearm. "And I will burn you to ashes." 

Before Superhero can register it, their skin starts melting off their body, the tangy smell of burnt flesh filling the room. In mere seconds, Superhero's body hits the floor, their moaning sounding like music to Villain's ears as fire washes over them. Hero howls, tagging at their impromptu leash, but Villain remains unyielding. They kneel next to them, ripping the whistle off Superhero's neck, then wrap the belt around their knuckles, forcing Hero to their feet. Villain cups their cheeks, their fingers tender on Hero's clammy skin, and looks into their eyes in hopes of finding recognition - all they see instead is fear.

Primal, animalistic fear.

They gulp down the lump in their throat and blow the whistle, watching Hero's eyes light up in recognition of their new master. 

Villain knows it's going to be one hell of a journey to get their Hero back. They know it will take weeks, if not months, of constant grind to heal what was so thoroughly broken and even then, Hero might never return to their former cheerful self. But they also know there is no one more worth fighting for. 

Villain misses Hero like crazy. And they will have them back. 

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A/N: Hello, darling! Oh, it's not a bother in the slightest! I'm glad to have you here. I have to admit, for the longest time, I had no idea if I would be able to finish this story. It felt very raw, very painful and hit a little too deep. But at the same time, I felt the need to explore the theme, both as a writer and as a psychologist. So, thank you for this request. I hope it turned out how you imagined it. Love, xo Sunny

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[sunnynwanda]

Hey!! Sorry I am always in ur requests box bahaha

If you want to, could you do a story where a supervillain typically goes easy on a group of rookie heroes, as he usually fights them just for fun, and could destroy them if he wanted.

He just lets them think they can beat him.

Then, something happens (maybe they cross a line, and one of the heroes tries to stop their team from crossing that line but they don't listen) where the supervillain shows them just how powerful he actually is? ❤️❤️

Ruin

Warnings: power of destruction, grafic injuries, blood, torture (in a way?), mentions of killing.

Shadows danced across the wall, earning a dark chuckle from Supervillain. Heroes were never much of a threat, more like a bunch of bothersome and overly persistent pests that had flooded the city. The clock struck midnight a few minutes ago, but here they were - attempting to creep up on Supervillain for a surprise attack. As if. 

They'd tried this tactic a multitude of times, none of them were a proper attack or even a surprise. 

Amateurs.

Superillain sighs in exasperation, pulling his gloves on to avoid fatally wounding anyone just as two masked heroes appear in front of him. 

"Evening," Supervillain's smirk is met by two identical scowls. "To what do I owe the pleasure tonight?"

One of the heroes growls, speaking through gritted teeth. "You're under arrest. Surrender." 

Supervillain cocks an eyebrow at the pair, holding back a laugh. Holding back was something he had to do on a daily. And he was growing tired of it. "You think it's going to be that easy? There's only two of you." 

"Two is more than enough to contain you," the other hero speaks up, their expression as sour as their friend's. This time, Supervillain fails to hide his laugh. This seems to make his rivals' blood boil over. "We will destroy you." 

You think you can? Supervillain thinks but keeps his lips sealed shut as he nods, deep in thought. Wish you knew how badly I want to unleash my power. 

But he could not. They were kids. If he didn't know better he'd think the city council sent them on purpose. To test Supervillain's patience or to provoke him. Until he slips up. Until he does something unforgivable. Until he falls prey to the cruel scheme. Supervillain can find no other explanation for sending rookies to fight him, of all villains. It was a death wish. A clear one. How could anyone expect them to conquer a supervillain who has destruction spewing out of his fingertips?

"Cut it out and go home," Supervillain runs a gloved hand over his face, shutting his eyes for a moment. He can tell something is off because they always attack in four and stick together. So where are the other two? "You're just kids."

Someone lets out a bark of a laugh behind him, but there's nothing light about it. Supervillain turns his head, glancing over his shoulder - only to freeze in place. His eyes widen, lips pressing into a thin line when his gaze lands on the sleeping form of his younger brother. He looks peaceful in the arms of one of the heroes, but Supervillain... Supervillain is anything but peaceful. 

"How dare you..?" He cuts off, not even finishing his thought when he sighs, determination setting in. That's one too many lines crossed. 

"Guys," the youngest of the heroes speaks up, their voice weak and shaking. "Guys, seriously. This isn't fair." 

Supervillain can't help throwing them a glance, taking note of their scrunched eyebrows and trembling lips. The heroes ignore their friend entirely.

"Oh, we dare," one of them responds to Supervillain's question, sadistic sarcasm lacing their tone. "You will surrender to us." 

"Still think we're kids?" The other one chimes in, snickering at the thought. Oh, Supervillain doesn't see rookies or kids anymore. Now, he sees enemies. 

He knows what he does to enemies.

"Guys, please..." The same hero pleads, their eyes full of tears. Supervillain almost smiles at them.  

"Shut it," another sneers, irritation colouring their features. They turn to Supervillain with a self-satisfied smirk. "If you want your brother to remain unharmed, you'll get on your knees and beg for it."

"You're taking this too far!" Their friend laments, despair overtaking their otherwise delicate features.

Don't you worry, little one, I'll wreck them. 

"Return him to me," Supervillain demands, rage flaring to life in the depths of his eyes. His voice is hoarse from restraint as he battles his inner demon for every second of delay. "Now."

"Make us," the one holding up the sleeping kid snorts, grinning in the most smug way possible. 

I will ruin you, Supervillain thinks, I'll completely obliterate you. 

"If you can, that is," another hero scoffs. Supervillain glares at them with narrow eyes, pressing his lips together until they turn white. He can feel the piercing coldness of his wrath coursing down his limbs towards his trembling hands.  

"Oh, I can just fine," Supervillain hisses, slowly pulling at one of his gloves, watching it slide off his blackened fingers. He sends the youngest hero a glance - a warning of sorts, before lunging forward.

His fingertips graze the forearm wrapped around his little brother, making it weak enough to let the kid slip down from their hold. The hero lets out a low groan, not quite registering the source of the pain yet. Supervillain's movements are quick, he brushes his fingers over the side of the hero's thigh - the sharp jolt brings them down to their knees with a choked cry - just in time for Supervillain's brother to land safely on the ground. 

The two heroes behind his back seem to snap out of it, jumping onto his back and taking Supervillain into a chokehold with one of his arms pinned to his side. Unlucky for heroes, they restrain the gloved one. 

Supervillain sees the youngest hero take his little brother into their arms, stepping away from the fight, their eyes wide with fear. Their knees are buckling under them at the horrifying sight that plays out, so they lean against a nearby wall.

Supervillain mouths a 'thank you' before bringing his free hand up and dragging his fingers along the arm around his throat. The hero screams in agony, their eyes watering at the sudden pain as they watch their arm turn stiff and black. "What the f-" 

Supervillain doesn't wait for them to finish, twisting around and pressing his open palm to the other hero's stomach. They bend over in an instant, clutching their middle and coughing out dark clots of blood.  

"What the fuck? Is that what you wanted to ask?" Supervillain asks, tilting their head to the side as they watch their enemies on the ground, wallowing in the unfamiliar ache that's taken over their bodies, their flesh twisting and turning into something akin to coal. 

When no words come from them, Supervillain lets out a dark chuckle, crouching to be face-to-face with them. Grabbing one of the heroes by the chin, he sneers. "This is becoming radically boring. Answer me." 

"H-how?" The hero tries to jerk away, tears springing from their eyes as they wheeze through every inhale. Supervillain's fingers are cold against their clammy skin.

"Fuck, it hurts so much..." Another one whimpers out, wiping at their eyes and biting into their lip to suppress a groan. The ache subsides agonisingly slow.

"I know. That's the point, darling," Supervillain smiles, forcing them to meet his gaze with a finger under their chin. "The worse, the better."

The heroes nod, trying to muster up a sliver of courage. They don't manage, because their friend is the first to speak. 

"Stop! Please. Please, stop now," they plead, coming to their knees next to Supervillain, his brother still in their arms. "Here. He's safe. Still sleeping." 

Supervillain stares at them for a moment, considering his following words. "I won't end them. Solely for you." 

The hero's shoulders drop in relief, waiting for Supervillain to pull his glove on before passing his brother to him. 

"Will they... will they be okay?" They ask, concern lacing their tone. Supervillain nods shortly, and the hero almost smiles. "Thank you."

"Now you know why no one dares to cross me." Supervillain informs, clutching his brother to his chest as he stands. "I advise to make use of that knowledge."

With that, Supervillain walks away, leaving the hero to tend to his injured friends while he carries his brother back home.

Supervillain knows this won't be the end of it. He knows a new group of shockingly young heroes will be sent after him sooner that these can heal. He knows they are nothing but brainwashed martyrs.

He also knows the only way of stopping this madness is chopping off the head of the snake.

A/N: Hi! First and foremost, thank you so much for this request! My mind was reeling when I first read it. Never say sorry for requesting, I love doing your requests! This one was extremely inspiring, as always, so... thank you for sharing your amazing mind 💛✨️ I'm not entirely happy with the way this turned out, but I still hope you'll enjoy reading this.

Love you, guys :)

xo Sunny

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