#superhero x villain

[mirohtron]

“You’ve seriously never thought about us kissing?” The superhero crooked an eyebrow. “We’ve been marinating in sexual tension for three years now.”

prompt by @gingerly-writing :> <333

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“You’ve seriously never thought about us kissing?” The superhero crooked an eyebrow. “We’ve been marinating in sexual tension for three years now.”

The villain choked. Went to hide their blushing face.

When they cracked two fingers apart to peak, the superhero was still staring at them through their cell's reinforced bars.

"No," they said. "You're a bit too terrifying."

That was not entirely true. The superhero was terrifying, yes. Loved by the masses. Feared by the criminal underbelly of the city. But the villain was enamoured, hopelessly, by that. The contrast between their charming, friendly persona that was reserved for the masses and their true cold, calculating, dangerous demeanor left the villain hopelessly pining after them. They were incredible, truly. Perfection.

They ran their hands down their heated face and looked up.

The superhero's perfect face stared down at them. The villain looked down at their crossed legs instead. "I thought you were just toying," they mumbled. "With the flirting."

Silence, again. The villain glanced up at the superhero through their lashes.

The superhero tilted their head in observation. The villain pressed their lips into a thin line and crossed their arms, hunching their shoulders.

The superhero crouched down to meet their level. The villain tucked their chin in and leaned back, refusing to make eye contact. They heard the rustle of the superhero's gloves slipping off of their fingers. They dropped to the floor, right in front of the bars. The villain could've reached out and taken them.

"It doesn't change my offer," said the superhero. "I get you out of this cell in exchange for a kiss."

Had it not been for their dark skin, the villain was sure they would've lit up red. But they couldn't accept the offer, surely. They imagined even a brush of their fingers would leave the villain dizzy and swaying on their feet.

They recalled, once, they'd thrown a stun bomb at the superhero and had them incapacitated for almost ten minutes. The superhero had risen up, suit torn (because they had it remade every day, since it was not completely reinforced so that the public could get glimpses of their skin—and that always, always left the villain faint).

They'd had them up against the wall, smiled down, body radiating heat, and said, "well, aren't you incredible?"

The villain's knees had turned to jelly instantly.

"I can get out of here on my own," they mumbled, biting their tongue right after they spoke so their mind wouldn't conjure up more memories.

"Is that so?" The superhero feigned a curious tone. "A little birdie told me you've bruised your whole body trying to break these bars."

The villain winced. They properly glanced up at the superhero, then, and saw they had their cheek resting on their fist. Their eyes were lazily hooded. Their other hand rose to trail fingers down their neck, to the side of their collarbone.

The villain's hand rose, automatically, to their own collarbone, to the bruise there that was exposed by the loose neckline of their shirt. They pulled it close. Their cheeks flushed for a different reason, then; they hated this cell and the way it suppressed their powers. It felt like one of their limbs had been cut off. They hated the Scientist—the villain that had trapped them here—for finding a way to suppress their powers even more.

They straightened their back. "Liar. This cell's shut down my powers. Maybe it's done that to you, too." They glanced back at the number of fortified doors the superhero had sauntered through when they first entered. They could've broken through those doors with ease.

Once more, the superhero crooked an eyebrow. They lifted their cheek from their fist and closed their fingers around one of the steel bars. The villain watched as it corroded beneath their skin.

They blinked. "Oh."

The superhero spread their hand in a voila gesture, raising their brow. "Oh."

Dumbly, the villain pursed their lips. They seriously considered the offer, then. Glanced, traitorously, at the superhero's lips. Thought of how it would feel to have their mouth pressed against that lovely pair.

Their lips buzzed with sensation. Oh, they felt dizzy right then.

"I'm not an idiot, in case you weren't paying attention," said the superhero. They tilted their head and raked their eyes down the villain—intoxicating. "I can hear your heart thumping like a bunny on caffeine. I always have."

The villain squeaked and put a hand over their heart, as if that would do any good. "You—you make me nervous."

The superhero smiled, then, all sly. "I know I do."

The villain's flush heightened, impossibly so. They didn't even know they could get this flustered. "This is unfair. You knew."

"I'm a very unfair person."

"I'm bad."

The superhero shrugged. "I'm terrible."

The villain clenched their fists. Everything felt very, very hot.

The superhero leaned in. They caught the villain's chin through the bars, bare, callused fingers rough and warm on their skin. "You're good," they said. "You're very good. You're exceptional, able to outsmart even me, and you just keep your talents on the down low so that no one targets you."

Again, the villain pursed their lips into a line. Wobbly. Burning with the phantom sensation of the superhero's mouth on theirs. They had nothing to protest with, then, just the heat curling all around their body, fingers going shaky. "You'll take me out."

"Mm." The superhero tilted the villan's chin as much as the bars allowed them. Ran their fingers around the underside of their jaw. Skated up to touch one burning cheek. "To dinner. Or lunch." The corner of their mouth quirked up, devastatingly sharp and evil. "Or a nice little rooftop if you kiss me." They scraped their thumb along the curve of the villain's bottom lip.

The villain's lips parted automatically. They took in a quivering, nervous breath. "You'll get me out."

"Of course."

"How long have you liked me back?"

The superhero looked pleased. That smile, god, that smile. It wasn't made for the cameras. It was evil, mean, smug. It made the villain's heart flip hopelessly. "I might let you know if you kiss me."

The villain clutched the bars and leaned close. The steel brushed cold against their cheeks. They had to know. Was it after they first drew the superhero's blood? Or from that time one of their inventions sent the superhero flying through ten walls? Or one of the times when they had the villain blushing, pressed flush to a wall?

The superhero chuckled to themselves, gently tipped the villain's chin up, and kissed them.

The villain sighed and pulled them close and the superhero pulled them closer. Their hands snaked beneath their shirt and ran over their back, their sides, teased the edges of their waistband. It stung just slightly from the bruises, but the heat that their hands left in their wake left the villain too brainless to think of anything else but them.

The superhero leaned back first. The villain would've followed their lips mindlessly if it hadn't been for the bars. But instead they stayed there, breathless, lips burning, cheeks still pressed to the steel bars. They tapped the corroded edge of the bar the superhero had touched in urgency.

The superhero ran their hands around the bars in a huge circle, and they snapped right off. The villain barely had time to get to their feet before the superhero had scooped them up into another kiss. This one was hungrier, eager for a proper taste, and the villain had to tiptoe to properly kiss them. They leaned back for air.

"Since the stun bomb," said the superhero. "I've wanted a smart, pretty thing like you since."

"O—oh." The villain wasn't sure how to properly respond to that. They were already afraid they'd been misjudged on the smart part, maybe the superhero had kissed them dumb. But they found that they didn't need to respond, because the superhero was kissing them again.

They walked out hand in hand. The superhero dropped them off on a nice little rooftop, cheeks still burning, lips still buzzing and swollen.

The villain touched a hand to their cheek, feeling the heat there.

Oh, they were head over heels.

[thepenultimateword]

Prompt #251

“They’re a villain!” Hero cried. “Why are you protecting them?”

They both stood in the agency’s medbay, watching the unconscious Villain’s chest rise and fall. Well Superhero was watching, Hero was lecturing. The whole compound knew what the agency scientists wanted to do with this fortunate acquirement, but Superhero’s presence was making it increasingly difficult. And one couldn’t just throw out Superhero.

“They saved me,” Superhero said simply. “I brought them here to return the favor. And the day they wake up I’ll walk them out of here. No matter what the board says.

[serickswrites]

Right Here. Right Now.

Warnings: hidden injury, violence, blood, unconsciousness, unclear character status

The sharp pain in Hero's side flared with each movement. When Villain had first injured them, they could barely breathe through the pain. But they had to. Had to keep going. They couldn't stop until Villain was subdued. Then, and only then, would Hero allow themself to address the pain. They were grateful their uniform hid the wound. Sidekick and Superhero would stop, drop everything, to help them, and then Villain would get away.

Hero couldn't let Villain get away. They pursued Villain with ferocious energy. This was ending now. Together, with Sidekick and Superhero, the heroic supers surrounded Villain and their closest minions.

"Drop your weapon," Sidekick ordered as they trained their own weapon on Villain's head.

"Or what?" Villain hissed.

"Or we'll just end you. Right here. Right now." Superhero spoke coldly and clearly.

Hero just needed to last long enough for Villain to surrender. Long enough for Superhero and Sidekick to restrain them. Then and only then they could sit down. Could rest.

As the world swam in and out of focus around Hero, they realized Villain had to surrender soon. They couldn't hold on much longer. Hero swallowed, their mouth as dry as a desert.

"What will you give me?" Villain surveyed the supers coolly.

"Life. You will get to live, Villain," Hero said as they took a steadying breath. Not much longer. Not too much longer.

Villain's eyes jumped from Hero to Sidekick to Superhero back to Hero again. "And if I surrender, and I'm not saying that's what I'm doing, how do I know you won't just take me somewhere dark and hidden to kill me?"

"You don't," Hero said quickly. This needed to end. The world was spinning and they could feel the blood dripping down their side. It was a miracle it hadn't formed a pool at their feet.

Superhero glared at Hero. "We're not about that." They took a step towards Villain. "Just surrender, Villain. We'll discuss next steps once you surrender."

Villain considered Superhero's words. Hero tried to take a deeper breath as the pressure in their chest built. They couldn't get enough air. Their vision narrowed to a narrow tunnel around Villain's face, the rest of the world fading to the darkness that was threatening to drag Hero down.

Finally, Villain opened their mouth. "I surrender."

Hero let out a sigh of relief as their eyes closed. Their world shifted as they released their death grip on remaining upright. Hero could feel themself fall into the dark as Sidekick called out for them. But it was too late, the darkness claimed Hero.

[watercolorfreckles]

Winter's Kiss - Part 2

Sorry I'm rusty but I had a nice time working on this!

Part 1

Most people assumed that having ice powers meant Villain was immune to the cold. Surely being surrounded by her element only comforted and empowered her further.

What it really meant was that Villain had never truly been warm in her life. Always haunted by a biting chill that rooted in her bones and flooded her veins.

The summer months were easy enough for her to stay regulated in. Her body naturally fended off the scathing blaze of summer sun, meeting something close enough to equilibrium that she didn't have to shiver.

Winter was different. The scales dipped in one, unanimous direction. There was nothing to balance the overwhelming cold, steely and all-encompassing.

Thus, fighting on an icy rooftop, bitter wind stinging her cheeks, and frost clinging to her lashes, did not put her in a particularly amiable mood.

“Shouldn't you be wearing a coat?” she snapped at her nemesis, fighting off the urge to tremble as ice shot to life in her numbed palms. 

Hero landed neatly in front of her, blushy nose and pink ears the only indicator that the weather affected him at all. His lips bloomed in a too-pleased smile. “Nope. The new suit has intelligent thermal-regulatory technology. In other words, I'm toasty as…uh…toast. Shouldn’t you?”

Villain’s gaze flicked over him. She could see, now, the steam radiating around him from his stupid heated costume.

Her skin ached for a taste of that kind of blanketing warmth.

A coat did her little good when the cold stemmed from the inside out. She hated him for it. Her glare was as sharp as the icicles in her hands.

Hero stepped closer and his smug smile faltered. He looked her over in turn. “Are you….cold?”

If she could glare any harder, her eyes would bleed.

“My entire existence is cold, I have never not been cold,” she said through clenched teeth. “Now let's wrap this up, Sunshine, so that I can go home and set the thermostat to 85° and hope that maybe, just maybe, I can take the edge off this- this corpse-numb, never-ending, godforsaken winter!”

Her bones felt only distantly attached to her body, dull and torpid as a rotting log.

She took a step toward him and her knees buckled beneath her. Hands caught her waist, lowering her to the ground.

Her breath caught up in lungs scraped raw, mind sweeping blank. All she could focus on was the delightfully warm palms against her sides.

“Villain?” Hero’s brow knitted in concern. Pulling one of his gloves off with his teeth, Hero touched a hand to Villain's cheek before wincing and shaking the icy sting from his bare fingers. “Sh*t, Villain, you're beyond freezing.”

Villain was barely listening. She reached for him as if magnetized, clutching at the heat emanating from his chest. Something pathetically close to a whimper slipped free at the barest fraction of relief, dropping her face against the blazing hollow of his neck.

Hero hissed against the no-doubt unbearable cold of her skin against his. She couldn’t bring herself to care, and he didn’t shove her away. 

There was a pause.

“.....Let the record show that you’re the one cuddling me this time.”

Villain scowled. “Shut up.” Her fingers flexed against the smooth fabric of his suit. “This is- is just temporary, and then I’m going to stab you in the face.”

Fingers stroked her hair, brushing the accumulating snowflakes away. There was a click and shuffle as Hero shifted, wrapping her trembling form up in his cape. 

“Stab me tomorrow. We’ll rain check.” Scooping her into his arms, Hero stood up.

“Hey-”

“Don’t worry, babe.” Hero’s stupid sunny smile was back, teasing and prettier than she cared to admit. “We’re nemeses with benefits, I don’t actually want you dead. Most of the time.”

Villain’s cheeks might have warmed if she could feel them. Her teeth chattered. “Sp- Speak for yourself, Sunshine. And don’t say nemeses with benefits. You’re em- embarrassing me.”

Hero’s feet lifted off of the ground and they were moving through the air. Villain glanced down at the world below them before shielding her face from the abusive wind with his cape.

He could drop her to shatter on the pavement. Fragile as ice.

They touched down minutes later, and Villain didn’t bother to pull the cape away from her face to check where they were. Maybe if she pretended to be asleep, Hero wouldn’t put her down… She couldn’t imagine peeling herself away from the shallow reprieve of his body warmth.

Hero shifted Villain’s weight into one arm. Metal jangled, followed by the rustling of a doorknob. Pushing it open with his foot, she felt Hero cross the threshold.

Peeking through the threads of Hero’s cape, warm lamplight washed the room in a honey glow as he clicked on the light. He shut the door and locked it. 

Her ears perked up at the familiar crackle of flames dancing nearby. She tugged the cape down just below her eyes, still blanketing her nose and cheeks.

Hero chuckled. “That got your attention.” He pulled a chair in front of the fireplace and sat down with her puddled in his lap. His free hand smoothed back her hair, staticky from his cape. “Better?”

The glorious heat rolled over them in waves, and Villain bared her pink fingers toward it, eyes fluttering closed. “Mmm.”

Lips summer-hot and gentle pressed against her jaw. Warmth sparked low in her belly for an entirely new reason. Her breathing stuttered, turning her face toward his.

Hero took an icy hand in his, blowing warm breath against her knuckles.

The bone-deep ache began to thaw. Her eyes glued to his.

Her beautiful, insufferable,.. kind idiot.

She leaned in. “If you tell anyone about this, I’ll kill you in your sleep.”

A haughty and fond smile lit up his face. “Kill me when winter ends.”

Eyes flitting down to his perfect mouth, Villain caught his searing lips with her own. They chased the chill away together.

Neither of them wanted winter to end.

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[callie-the-creator]

nsfw. can you imagine where you are your home country’s symbol of hope? an epitome of goodness. a paragon of virtue. it’s probably the reason why you caught the attention of them, one of your country’s most notorious villains. and when it’s time to finally “confront” the villain, you two just end up fucking because the real reason why the villain was so upset and threatening peace was that they were missing you since they usually have to wait weeks or perhaps even months until you two can see each other.

ughh, isn’t long distance the worst?

you: let’s settle this cat fight in the ring.

villain: let’s settle this…in bed.

you: (⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)

[fandomnerd9602]

Mary: stand down villain or I’ll crush you-

Y/N: between your thighs? Would that be a threat or a promise?

Mary blushes profusely…

Mary: why do I put up with you?

Y/N: cause i make your life so much more interesting

Mary slaps a pair of handcuffs on Y/N…

Y/N: kinky (winks)

[notthehero]

"What do you mean I'm not a villain? I'm the most wanted person on the planet."

"I'm just saying, what villain stops a fight mid-battle just to save a cat from a tree?"

"It's a cat. Cats didn't wrong me, society did."

"Well, you're making me look bad. How is it going to look if I arrest you right now?"

"I levelled the city."

"But then you saved the cat!"

"Okay, you know what? I'm going to kill you now."

"Honestly, dying would be better PR than arresting you."

[whump-and-other-misfortunes]

Hero purposely lets themselves be captured by Villain to uncover their plans. However, they discover that Villain is not at all who Hero thought. Whether this is better or worse is up to you.

[cassidysinferno]

prompt #4

"do you think we're soulmates in different universe?"

"are we even soulmates in this one?"

[just-a-few-prompts]

Villain’s unrequited love for hero, except hero really doesn’t mind all the kidnapping and flirting. They both know hero doesn’t really feel the same way. Of course they wouldn’t. It would interfere with their work to mix personal feelings and work engagements, after all. Besides, hero and villain have reached an agreement that it would be unprofessional for them to have a relationship anyways, since they’re publicly enemies.

Villain is forced into an early retirement. Their “work” relationship fizzles out as a result.

Now, as Civilian - an identity hero may or may not already know - Villain figures they could try at least ONE more shot at winning Hero’s heart. This time, as… themselves?

[cookie-crumblr]

✨My Dastardly Villain~✨

F!Hero Reader x M!Villain Yan OC

Part 1~

His Info: 💰✨

Part 1 _ Next Part>>>

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: F!Reader, reader has a vagina, reader referred to as she/her, general violence, reader drinks alcohol, reader’s alia’s is Solar (powers include teleportation, and fire control), dub con (both parties are tipsy), explicit language, reader has tits, unprotected sex- I HAD SO MUCH FUN WITH THIS ONE GAIS I LOVE KAI I HOPE U DO 2 🙈✨, P IN V, oral on ML, umm like slight bdsm if you squint i think… and i think that’s it!

Song rec: Bop it up! by the marias

Anything in This Colour happened in the past:

An explosion inside the bank sends ripples of vibrations through the streets of New York City.

“He’s just so destructive! It’s so lame! and counterproductive,” You take a long hard swig of your drink.

He nods along with your complaints, enthusiastic as he listens.

The dive bar is full of greasy food, and even greasier patrons. it’s the perfect hole in the wall place to escape.

You’re conversing with a handsome man that’s wearing a black crop top and some grey washed jeans with silver chains decorating every inch of him. Though you have to admit your eyes are dying to see underneath all that.

You snap one of the villain, Sobek’s, obvious traps as you enter the bank.

“Oh my gods!” He responds, “What an absolute asshole! My own co worker is always getting in my way and trying to mess with my process!” He groans while rolling his eyes.

A orb of water whizzes past your head, you look up and find Sobek with a person hovering above the ground, only their lower half in the bubble so they don’t drown, but gods does it look uncomfy hanging there! “SOBEK!!” You roar! “Put that person down!”

“She’s always telling me what to do, like she knows what’s best!” He takes his turn with a swig of his fruity cocktail, but it makes him grimace.

You giggle at his obvious distaste for alcohol. “These idiots we work with really suck.” You say, trying to hold in any stray laughs.

“I’ll toast to that,” He holds up his glass, swaying a little as he does.

“Woah there sailor, someone’s a little tipsy” You reach up to take his glass and fall over onto him.

Catching himself, and you, on the edge of the bar, he says, “You sure you’re not?” and laughs, it’s such a beautiful and honest laugh, all the sounds of the drink machines rumbling and patrons’ boisterous voices fade as only his laughter filters through your ears.

You’re hyper focused on just him now, noticing how soft his hand is on your arm. You admire the way his big veins bulge under his dark skin as they run over the flexed muscles of his forearm.

He looks like a swimmer with some resistance training. you had been admiring his exposed belly for a while… And now you’re touching every ridge of taught muscle, you can’t help but glide your hand down the washboard, you tug on his silver chain that lays lazily over his hips.

You feel hot, and forget to breathe while still leaning over top of him. You hear him sigh out practically in your ear! You didn’t realize just how close you two actually are!

“Ah, um… Sorry, I-I guess I must be pretty tipsy…”You push yourself up, using his thigh… every part of him is so solid, like bricks of gold beneath your weight.

You’re both well over your limits, it would be a bad idea.

His dark brown eyes enrapture you, so full of lust and life, and vigor. He wants you too.

It’s such a bad idea…

“I-I should go,” as you pull away from him, his hand remains loosely floating in the air, lingering where it held you. He doesn’t move to chase you.

You stumble home feeling like you’re floating. You keep thinking about his eyes, how deep and warm they were…

No! stop thinking about him! You missed your chance, don’t go fantasizing now! At least not when you’re outside your nice comfy bed.

Once in your apartment you hurry, stripping as you cross the living room. You slip on some night clothes and go to brush your teeth when you start thinking about him again…

*Pop* you’re teleported from your bathroom to somewhere else, randomly, again!

Shit! This keeps happening! You have the power to teleport, sure… But you can’t control it!

And now you’re even more dizzy as the world spins from the drinks earlier.

As you calm down from your instantaneous, and unexpected jump in space, and grab your head, you start to look around the room…

You’re in a stranger’s bathroom! and the guy from earlier is now right in front of you!

He’s in a loosely held towel, hung low around his hips.He’s still wearing that little waist chain and your eyes linger. That perfect V just in your peripherals but you’re frozen to the spot, staring right at the center of his hips.

“um… Welcome to my place…?” In utter confusion, he stretches up and messes with his hair.

Oh gods… When he lifts his arm over his head, his muscles all over his body just—

You’re still just standing there, staring!

“S-sorry! I don’t know how this keeps happening!” You finally thaw and cover your face while spinning to give him privacy.

“You keep teleporting into people’s bathrooms when theyre naked!?”

“N-No!! i’m not— I’m not some pervert!! I just… Can’t control when or where I teleport—s-sometimes…”

He laughs, “Huh, sure.” He’s not convinced, but he’s not upset by the development, “well… Now that you’re back, wanna… Pick up where we left off?” He tries to sound cool, but he’d be lying if he wasn’t just scared shitless when a random person teleported to his sacred space without any warning.

However, he’d also be lying if he said he was anything but excited with who it turned out to be.

“And…” You look over your shoulder at him through your lashes, “Where did we leave off?”

There is fluttering in your stomach, maybe it’s the alcohol but… Nope. It’s really not. He’s just magnetic.

“you had your hands all over me,” he says with a shit eating grin.

Your skin alights, it’s burning hot and not because of your fire powers. You feel this heat.

“You also had more clothes on…” You say coyly.

“Just get over here,” he commands, which you follow promptly.

“Can I?” You ask a little shyly, hovering your fingers just over the promise lands of his body.

“Be my guest,” He smiles down at you, bringing his arm down so he can caress your cheek. His skin smells so sweet, like almonds.

You put your hand on his chest before sliding it down, swallowing hard as it gets lower and lower… Over that waist chain, and tugging on it, when it’s at its limit it flies back up and tickles him. his belly flexes inward a little under your still roaming hand.

Your eyes follow, wide and filled with wonder at his prospects. He hesitates before letting the towel fall to the floor.

Youre still looking him over when you realize youre still somewhat covered.

You start to strip, dragging it out just a little as you do.

First slipping off the shorts under your big top, holding them up and dropping them next to the discarded towel. Keeping eye contact with your mouth slightly agape, ready and wanting.

You pick up the edges of your top and roll it up a little before you pull it up over your head.

Once undressed you step closer, and reach up around his neck, you feel his hot and hard dick rub against your belly and whine because it’s not already in you.

You jump up and wrap your legs around his waist, he catches you without a problem, and feeling that thing under you is like being on a -very hot- cloud.

You’re both smiling like dorks, and colliding lips and smashing teeth alike, you can’t get enough of eachother and you haven’t even felt eachother yet.

He pushes you up against a wall first, tongue roaming your panting and open mouth, feeling every one of your ticklish little spots. Your soft sounds come out a higher pitch as he continues to torment you.

His massive hands are on your ass, digging in and spreading your cheeks, wishing that they could explore your body further still, but loving the squish of every kneed while they stay.

He groans ravenously in your ear, as he pulls you off the wall and sits you on the counter instead. His head moves down your front and drapes a leg over his shoulder. He’s peppering little kisses and nips all the way down. You’re breathing is becoming ragged, and he’s mesmerized by the way your tits move as your lungs fill up and empty.

“You’re so hot,” He spreads your lips with his thumb and presses his molten tip to your opening.

“Oh my gods!” You whine excitedly!

When he pushes into you he does so slowly and backs out every centimeter or so to push back in further, oh the effect is maddening! “Y-you Liar,” You moan.

“pfff what!?” He bottoms out while scoffing.

“About being shy!” You say before he pulls out to pound into you once and thrashes your whole body, sending a shockwave through you. You grab onto his shoulders fast! “OoooOh!” You whimper.

“C’mon, you’re not gonna finish on me already are you?” He smiles something fierce, that has you clenching, “If i see a ring before i say, you’re getting punished.”

“N-no! i didn’t agree to that!” You complain, before he smacks your clit, making you jump and whine harder. You think you just came, you’re squeezing and fluttering inside but the build up didn’t stop! and, oh shit…

“I didn’t say you could yet,” He tsks, and picks your other leg up putting that one over his other shoulder.

You feel so stretched, and he can reach so much deeper~ “Ah~!” gasps and moans leave you lips in a melody that he wants to put on repeat.

Knocking on the door startles you, but he keeps pounding into you, “Kai Mallory! You better not be doing what it sounds like you’re doing in OUR bathroom!”

“Shit.” He pulls out after a minute of hard debating.

“Who’s that?” You whisper.

“My mom…” He groans and wipes off his face.

He helps you down off the counter. and you both get cleaned up and decent before opening the bathroom door, heads down in shame.

“Sorry mom”

“I did not raise you like this!” She pinches his ear to bring him down to her level. “You’re lucky your sister isn’t home!”

You try to hold in any giggles, but it’s kinda cute funny seeing such a big tough guy let his mom do whatever.

She relents and walks away, before turning back and holding up two fingers to her eyes, and pointing them at you both in a “i’m watching you” motion.

“Sorry about that,”

“It’s all good! I didn’t know you lived at home!” or his name! “Kai.” You sigh it out.

“Come with me, I at least have my own room” He laughs a little embarrassedly.

His palm is warm in your own, you let him lead you down the hall.

His room is nice and clean! and he has a bed frame!!! score!

He lays down and pats the bed next to him.

“I can help you with your teleportation problem,” He’s laying with his eyes closed and his arms behind his head. “If you want…”

“Really!? You’re super?” You climb onto the bed but stay near his waist.

“N-no! definitely not!” he bolts back up.

“Kai…?” Your body is still so hot, and he didn’t get to finish…

“Yeah?”

“C-can I help you finish?” You ask, your hands timidly pawing at his shorts.

“um, yes. is that even a question? hah!”

You pull his short band down and his dick flings out already hard, it looks so painful… His slit pulses as his cock twitches, and leaks some pre.

“So big…” You put your tongue to his wet tip, it still tastes like you. You groan against it, and his hips roll just barely.

His stomach sinks in as he breathes and becomes more excited.

You wanted to play with him a little more but you both just want to cum, you start to play with yourself as you take him into your throat.

You relax it as best as you can but your still gagging around his length.

“You okay?” He asks sweetly.

You hold up a thumbs up “mmhmm~” and bob your head on his dick. As you pull back your head tilts up putting more pressure underneath his cock and as you go back down your head tilts down to give it that pleasurable pause all while his head and glands get sucked and taken so deeply.

You’re massaging him with your tongue and tasting him, and you’re both so excited.

Your fingers spin on your clit and as you cum for the second time that night, so does he.

“mmf!!!” Your throat is filled with a tsunami of cum, you swallow and swallow but there’s still more! some seeps out of your lips around him, you try to lick it up, but he’s already seen. He grabs your jaw in his palm, your mouth still around his dick.

“You let some out…” he wipes your chin with his thumb.

As you stare up into his eyes, you swallow again and realize he’s still hard.

“What’s your name?” he asks, with a dorky smile on his face, and his cock still down your throat.

[theladyheroine]

Unexpected OTP Pairings ✨

❥ Okay I know Valentine’s Day was last week! Almost two weeks ago! But recently I’ve been wanting to branch out a bit with my blog writing, & writing prompts are something I love a lot! So, I’m trying something new & came up with a few OTP ideas! I hope you enjoy, thank you & have fun!

❥ F x M writing prompts! I didn't specify who is who though so everyone can read!

Former! Villain x Superhero

Not even a real villain, just some dumb person who steals things but is actually really nice in real life! But when a superhero comes to stop them, they instantly fall in love! Seriously has heart eyes & doesn't pay any attention to the hero’s grand pre-fight speech.

Or doesn’t put up a fight at all, just hands them the stolen goods & escapes. Leaving Hero completely confused as the Villain they were supposed to stop didn’t even bother fighting, which is still good but they’re still confused.

After this, the Villain now decides to become a Superhero!! To not only impress their new crush but also because they've always really wanted to be one anyways! It was just the push they needed.

Cue them now running the streets in a completely different outfit trying their best to stop the bad guys! Usually, it doesn’t end well though: they’ll trip over the air & let them escape, or maybe just show up late to the fight & it’s already over.

It’s even worse when their Hero crush joins the fray, and then they’re really clumsy or just start sputtering like an old car. Their former henchmen, now turned sidekicks, try to console them as they lay on the couch completely embarrassed by their feats.

Oooooor, they are super confident & much better at being a superhero than they ever were being a Villain. Maybe this confidence goes to their head a bit & will literally try flirting with Hero on the battlefield! Hero gets a bit embarrassed sometimes & their other super-friends tease them about it. If this does happen, Hero might end up trying to run away from the former Villain in an effort to focus on their job. But it just ends up being really funny to watch.

Bonus: They have opposite powers or maybe one has no powers at all.

Dashing Thief x Friendly! Detective

I'm sorry this one is a bit short!

A notorious thief with a heart of gold who only ever steals from bad guys & acts more as a Robin Hood character than any. Hardly ever keeps anything for themselves; just struts around after dark on the lookout for anything suspicious. Not one person has been able to catch them & their identity remains a mystery. Would be cool if they were a nobleman/woman or had some kind of big fancy hideout. 

The detective is actually their friend/partner (maybe)! The good egg who actually sees the thief’s true intentions instead of just mucking around in a Halloween costume. Although they're pretty ticked at the way Thief does things, they usually keep their coworkers & the boss off Thief's trail. Maybe a newbie or an intern at the detective agency, determined to prove themselves on the field. 

Maybe they met as civilians & the thief switched to a disguise to hide from authorities, but bumped into the detective who was out on a coffee break. It was love at first sight for both of them, so cute! 😆 They do a lot of coffee dates now, but sometimes Detective overdoes it.....

One is the brains, and the other is the brawn. Together they can get any job done! The Detective’s coworkers find it strange how the Thief shows up more often when they're specifically on the job. The Boss is suspicious but sometimes finds them cute.

Often swing by each other’s places to not only hangout but help each other with cases or special kinds of info. If the Thief has any sidekicks, no doubt they’ll spill funny stories of missions gone wrong or close calls. 

Stealing each other's hats and impersonating the other one for fun, then cue a playful chase scene around the room! So cute!

Dragon x Wizard

I know some people like fantasy stuff!

A dragon is resting in their cave until they hears footsteps at the entrance. But instead of finding a grumpy old knight, they find a wizard! Maybe the Wizard was exploring the caves nearby or on a journey to the next town, but instead of feeling scared or angry, they started fangirling/fanboying over the dragon instead! 😆

Likes to ask them all sorts of questions & sometimes can’t stop talking. Now Wizard can come whenever they like & the two become friends!

The Wizard visits whenever they can, showing off all sorts of new spells or potions they've created. Even though it might not be as impressive as their fire, the Dragon still finds it cool & applauds.

The Dragon will always try to impress their wizard friend with tall tales of each piece of treasure. How they got it, where they found it, if they fought anyone over it, etc. But sometimes those stories are exaggerated…

The Wizard will be in absolute awe at the Dragon’s stories & can’t help but be a complete chatterbox about it. Asking more questions about different things like how their magic works, how they can fly with all that extra weight, or if they can learn a fire-breathing spell from them instead—

If the Wizard lives in a tower then the Dragon will visit just as frequently! Usually it’s in the early morning or during sundown when there are fewer people around. But if the Wizard lives in a town or city, it might take some time for the Dragon to come around. It’s not that they don’t care, but dragons are more solitary creatures. They likely won’t be found anywhere other than their own home or nearby.

Either way, they enjoy each other's company & the dragon likes to ask questions about different thingamabobs on the Wizard's shelves.

They can both be pretty clingy but that’s sometimes a bit tough to handle because the poor wizard has to be extra careful pouring bottles or waving their wand around if a pair of arms are wrapped around them. Doesn’t mind but sometimes will complain if their partner won’t stay still.

Extra Duo!

Since I loved the superhero one a lot I thought of another one: what if a Hero’s Sidekick & a Villain’s Henchman fall in love! They end up sneaking out on rooftops for dates or waving/winking at each other on the battle field. The Henchman does end up giving Sidekick any tips about their next plan.

Cue the Villain throwing a tantrum in their lair wondering why the Hero is always one step ahead of them. 😅

They like to hangout in civilian settings together! Bonus if they found out on accident lol

If their Bosses end up finding out it’s like sneaking back into your house at night, but then the Hero/Villain turns the lights on in their pajamas like “Where were you?? I thought you were asleep!”

Bonus if the Henchman or both villains become heroes at the end!

[thepenultimateword]

Prompt #252

Villain stared up into Superhero’s red gaze, the blaring heat in their eyes threatening to melt them into an insignificant puddle at any given time.

Supervillain’s voice echoed in their head: Don’t do anything stupid. This is a reconnaissance mission and nothing more. If Superhero catches you, you’re dead.

Villain had been stupid. So stupid. They’d known not to touch anything, but Superhero’s heart had been right there. They’d been certain they could slip it into a pocket and walk out without notice, but Superhero had to choose the very moment they laid hands on it to come through the door.

“That’s not yours,” Superhero said, plucking the crystal orb and its luminescent, slow-beating contents out of Villain’s hands. Villain shrank even smaller beneath the hero's scrutiny. “And you're not a janitor. Are you?"

[serickswrites]

Save Them

Warnings: captivity, implied torture, threat of death

Villain couldn’t believe that Supervillain had ordered them to stand down. That they would not send out a rescue mission for Hero. After everything Hero had done for them in an attempt to stop Superhero from destroying the world. 

Of course the mission had been a failure, but Hero made sure that Villain, Supervillain, Sidekick, and the whole team got out. They just didn’t get out. And now they were at the hands of Superhero, most certainly being tortured to death. 

“We have to go!” Villain shouted at Supervillain. 

“And do what exactly? Die? Hero gave us this one last chance to stop Superhero. Don’t let their sacrifice be in vein!” Supervillain said dismissing Villain. 

Villain left the briefing room, but they didn’t head to their quarters. They weren’t going to do as Supervillain ordered. It wasn’t right. 

“You’re going after Hero, right?” Sidekick said as they barred Villain from entering the weapon’s bay. 

“Someone has to.” Villain tried to brush past their apprentice, but Sidekick blocked them further. 

“You’re going to try to save them alone. You can’t do that.” Sidekick’s words were laced with concern. 

“Somebody has to! By the time Supervillain is ready with a plan to save Hero, Hero will be dead. I can’t let them die. I can’t live with that on my conscience.”

“You’re going to die, too, Villain.”

“Better me to die trying to save them than let them die alone because of me.” Villain shoved past Sidekick and didn’t stop. They were going to save Hero. Defeat Superhero. And they were going to prove everyone wrong. 

[mirohtron]

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

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

"Sorry."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A beat of peaceful silence passed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The superhero smiled. "I worry."

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

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

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

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

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

"Then?"

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

"I'm sorry."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I know," they said.

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

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

"See you," they said.

"See you," the superhero said fondly.

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

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

[kaiwewi]

Prompt #17

"Superhero, what the heck is that?"

"Hm? Oh. That's just my emotional support villain."

"Your… what?"

"My emotional support villain," Superhero repeated proudly. "I swear, every superhero should have one. You know how being a hero gets so stressful, and you're always supposed to be calm and righteous and perfect, and this job is just so damn draining? – Well, not anymore. Because whenever someone or something becomes too annoying and I can't cope, this little darling will go and take care of it for me." Superhero ruffled the villain's hair, and the giddy creature by their side sniggered sinisterly. "They're amazing! I have never felt this relaxed in my life."

Their colleague crossed their arms and raised a sceptical brow.

Superhero's mouth pulled into a smirk. "And they've got a bunch of other useful talents. If you get my drift."

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This prompt is loosely inspired by a conversation with @those-damn-snippets 😉

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