Prompt #16

Prompt #37

“I have nyctophilia.” The villain stated, strolling away into his huge apartment. The hero raised an eyebrow, staying where he was. He couldn’t see a damn thing, aside from the outlines of the couches and the villain standing in front of him.

“What does that mean?” The hero wondered, his eyes roaming around, trying to adjust to the midnight glow.

“It means that I find comfort in the darkness. A kind of peace.” The villain explained, his back turned to the hero.

“Oh, well. Can you turn on the lights for now? I can barely see anything.” The hero mumbled, quietly. It felt so intimate to be standing here with the villain, lights turned off, in the avid blackness. Exquisitely, almost.

“Why? You don’t like it?” The villain retorted, half-chuckling. He turned around and faltered to where the hero was.

The hero scoffed, “No. I’m not you, after all.” The villain came to a halt about an inch away from him, and his breathing quickened.

“You don’t have to be me to enjoy the dark, we all have it inside us. We just refuse to accept it, darling.” The villain whispered, his voice deep. Honey-like, the hero thought. Soothing, yet shriveling. He shuddered.

“Don’t call me that. I have a girlfriend.” The hero hissed. That was a lie, he knew. But, he refused to give in to the other man’s flirting. He was on a mission, for god’s sake. Why couldn’t the villain be serious for once?

The villain snorted, “Sure, you do.” He went away to turn on the switch, but stumbled on one of the couches that was placed on the left, lost his balance and fell down facing the floor.

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Snippet #5

"Pathetic, pathetic, pathetic. All you are is, pathetic." The villain hushed, the words getting carried into the darkness of nothing but a singular light coming from the window on his left. Silence.

The hero scoffed and then half-laughed, "At least, I'm not a loser who the world is behind." His hands itched against the ropes that held him together. They weren't too tight, if he wished, he could untie himself and run away. But, he wanted to spend some more time with the villain, something he shouldn't be doing on his mission. Inappropriate. Who could blame him though? The villain's tactics to gain his attention were too cute.

"Oh come on, darling. We both know you're jealous of me because I'm more famous than you." The villain said, with an almost childish smile on his face. The hero sighed.

"Hmm, what can I say? Of course, I'd be jealous of such a pretty face." The hero let on, grinning. The blush that crept on the villain's face, was worth everything. Widened eyes stared back at him in amusement. He wasn't normally the one to flirt, but today somehow felt different. A gained confidence, a crush to make blush. The villain smirked, after regaining his composure.

"You're not so bad yourself, Gorgeous." The villain said back, eyes gleaming with excitement. And, now it was time for the hero to blush as his body ran with adrenaline, warmness flooding through. His heart raced. He felt himself untying the ropes, and standing up. The villain raised his eyebrows, not moving. The hero walked towards the villain and handed him the rope.

"Try harder next time, sweetheart." The hero whispered in the villain's ear, who was standing there, stunned. And, before he could even react, the hero took off running. The villain cursed under his breath and ran after him.

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Prompt #48

CW: suggestive

“Hmmm…you look good today.” The villain purred, their eyes scanning the hero up and down.

“Wish I could say the same.” The hero started, their feet shifting from one to another, as they came forward. The villain’s eyebrows perked up, their head tilting.

"I look more than good. You just don't have a taste." The villain went on, scowling. They swirled in their chair that was placed behind the big desk. The hero chuckled.

"Oh, and you do?" The hero remarked, stopping in front of the desk, and leaning on it.

"Of course, I do. I have better taste than you." The villain faced the hero, smirking.

"Perhaps that's why you like me." The hero responded, bending themself to the villain's level. The villain inclined too, challengingly so.

"Just because I complimented you doesn't mean I like you." The villain babbled, lazily. They stared at the hero, taking in the sight of them. The hero stared back. The villain glanced away, not being able to stand the way the hero's eyes were peering into his.

"Oh, but your face says otherwise, darling." The hero whispered, and the villain forced themself to ignore just how close they were. An inch of proximity separated them. They wouldn't admit it, but they thought the hero was very hot. Their face burned with embarrassment, a blush making its way on to his cheeks.

The villain's heart raced, as the hero went on, "Did you think I haven't noticed how you've been avoiding me the past few weeks? The way your body reacts every time we touch during our fights?"

"I-..." The villain started, slowly. They gulped, their throat feeling scratchy all of a sudden. But they couldn't continue, because the hero shuffled and came around their desk, leaning from behind.

"This is your one last chance to say what you think about me before I kill you." The hero murmured in their ears.

Prompt #25

"Oh, so you're the infamous hero everyone is drooling over lately?" The villain wondered as they let their eyes roam over the hero's figure.

"Yeah. Why, you jealous?" The hero asked them, confident. A proud glint pondering in their dusty brown eyes. Their feet moved steadily but surely on their own to the other one.

"Jealous? Of you? Oh, spare me." The villain scoffed. Their face told otherwise, the hero thought.

The villain stayed planted where they were, while the hero nothing but neared them. Cornered them. They gulped.

"You know, you're not so bad yourself. I'd take you." The hero's voice dropped to a low soothing sound, that the villain's knees almost gave out. Almost.

The villain raised a brow, trying to appear unbothered. "In...a fight, right?" They said, unsure. They were just buying time so they could run, they told himself. It was definitely not because they were curious.

"No. Think deeper." The hero replied, short and curt. A devious smile made its way onto their lips. They let the villain figure out what exactly they meant.

The villain realized soon, the implication of what the hero meant and their eyes widened.

The hero attacked them next. Right there and then.

Snippet #9

The hero screamed in agony as the blood oozed out of his body, and into the pool of liquid beside him. His voice echoed in the empty vast sky, and then nothing. An anguished silence. And then, a thud. He fell on his back, the villain going out of his vision for a second.

As if on cue, or maybe it was just mocking him, it started raining. Heavy droplets made his eyes so heavy, he fought to open them. The villain stayed where he was, a knife dripping blood mixed with the rain, onto the wet ground. The hero's breathing slowed.

"Why." He choked, his body nearly tearing itself apart by the force it took to say that. He shivered, the coldness of the raindrops getting to him. He tried inhaling. His lungs hurt, and his heart more. The villain dropped to his knees, his eyes filling with tears. He bawled. The hero's ears rang with the noise.

"I love you, but...but I couldn't. I couldn't be better for you. Loving me comes with a price." The villain rasped, he dropped the knife and walked to the lying figure. His gaze crossed with the hero's as he continued, "This is the price." The hero's heart clenched. He had failed. Failed to change the villain. Failed to save him. Failed to save himself. Failed himself. He breathed out last time, before his body gave up.

(Not me listening to "Stalker's Tango" by Autoheart while writing this. The song goes perfectly with it though)

Prompt #10

CW: PTSD episode

The hero put down the bat as they gazed at the villain. The villain shield himself, while his whole body was violently shaking. In reality, the hero had picked up the bat from a random trash can that sat in one of the dark valleys. He had not planned on hitting the villain with it, maybe, using it as a defense tool.

"Please...don't hit me. Please." He wept, his eyes slowly filling with tears. The hero backed away, confused.

"What?" He mumbled, frowning a bit to himself.

"Please, just don't hit me. I'll do what you say." The villain whispered, the words barely reaching the hero's ears. His eyes let out the water holding them. He kept whispering, 'Please'.

The hero gulped, as realization hit. The villain was having a PTSD episode. He bent down and reached for the villain's hands. The villain backed away, in fear.

"It's okay. I'm- I'm...not going to hit you. Please, look at me." The hero murmured, making sure to keep his voice gentle. The villain reluctantly lowered his hands. His face was filled with terror, and the hero wanted to caress it away.

"You're safe, okay? I'm not going to do anything to you." The hero said, his eyes filled with concern. The villain sat still, his body still shaking a bit. He needed time and space. The hero decided to give him that. And, stayed where he was.

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Prompt #34

The hero back-hugged the villain, and sighed. “How are you always so warm?” They said, and nuzzled their face in the villain’s neck.

“Because your love radiates like the sun on me.” The villain replied, grinning from ear to ear. The hero blushed and kissed them.

Prompt #63

(flirty hero x oblivious villain)

“I think you should give up now, darling.” The hero mused, pressing their feet deeper on to the villain’s chest, as they lay on the ground, looking up at them with their pretty eye lashes.

The villain’s eyes flashed with anger, “No! You asshole!” They said, trying to get rid of the hero’s foot on their chest, but to no avail, the hero was too strong.

“Hmm, well. We could keep doing this all night. I have no problem, sweetheart. You know I like you.” The hero said, winking. Their foot went up to the villain’s chin, and tilted up more. “What do you say?” They asked with a grin.

The villain grunted, blushing slightly, even at the awkward angle. “Shut up. I’d rather not. Let me go.” They frowned, trying to seem serious as their hand wrapped around the hero’s foot.

Oh, and the hero liked the sight. They loved it. The villain shuffled a little, the hero smiled. “In exchange for what exactly?”

The villain stopped, giving them a glare. “In exchange for nothing, jerk. Let me go!” The villain insisted, their hands braced by themselves to hoist themself up but the hero refused it with a shake of their head.

“Not until I get something in return, sugar.” The hero says, smirking. They loosed the force with which they were pressing down the villain. The villain blushed again, perhaps at the nickname.

“W-what do you want?” The villain asked, unsure.

“Smile for me.”

“What?” The villain’s eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

“Smile for me…please?” The hero asked, again. More softly, more gently than the villain was used to.

The villain scowled, before trying to pull their lips into a smile. It was hard, they weren’t used to smiling a lot. It was easier to sneer. They smiled, somewhat unsure. Their eyes crinkled at the corners. The hero instantly took their foot back, they crouched down on their knees.

“Your smile is so pretty, you know that?” The hero asked, smiling at the villain. The villain’s smile faded, turning into a scowl again, their face going red.

“Shut up.” They said, before looking away, and because the hero’s guard was down, they made a run for their life.

The hero didn’t follow, watching them with a tilted head as they chuckled. The villain was so innocent if they thought that they would never meet again.

Prompt #55

“Tch, stop being a coward and fight me, villain!” The hero grunted, their hands bound by ropes behind their back. Their legs also covered with ropes that they struggled to get out of.

“Hmmmm.” The villain started, standing up and walking slowly to where the hero was splayed on the ground. “You shouldn’t speak like that to a person who has full control over your life right now. They could take it any time they wished.”

The hero scoffed, a dirty noise in the air. And, looked up with a glare. “What you gonna do? Kill me with your silly little knife or strangle me to death? Pathetic.”

The villain frowned, and then chuckled. Their expression settling back to a calm one. They bent down to hero’s level. “Well, well, well. Aren’t you being a brat? Do I need to teach you how to talk to me?”

The hero half snorted and half laughed. “Oh, you’re going to teach me manners? The great scary villain? Gods have blessed me.”

The villain sighed. “Hero, the reason you’re here-no, we are here is because of you. You had a plan to kill me. But upon entering my secret hide-out, you find yourself instantly boomed into a trap. How very sad.”

The hero stared at him, speechless, because apparently that was true. They did indeed fall into a trap like a fucking kid who didn't know any better. They should've known about it. Predicted it. But, the bubbling excitement. The thrillness of it all had made their brain go frenzy. Never thinking about the possible obstacles of it all. They stayed silent.

The villain smiled, a mischievous smile. "With that said, I wouldn't mind teaching you some manners. If you don't mind, of course." The hero blushed at the implications, immediately going red in the face.

It was going to be long before they actually got out of that place.

Asking for a lil enemies with benefits and lots of pining

This turned out better than I expected :)

Request #1

The hero put on his shirt, and then his pants. When he was done, he glanced up to see the villain leaning against the room's door frame. Already dressed. "Make sure no one knows about this. I can't afford to lose my job and my reputation." The hero said. The villain raised his eyebrows. His eyes were dull.

"Of course. You can't have anyone knowing you sleep with a cheap villain. Wouldn't look good on you." The villain murmured, his voice small. A bitter edge to it. His heart ached. It was easy to ignore it at first, but lately, it's been getting to him. The yearning for the hero, the need to protect him, the urge to tell the hero that he wanted more than whatever they had going on.

But, who was he to say those things? A mere toy for the hero to come to when he was desired. Nothing more. Nothing less. And, maybe that's the reason he wanted the hero to be his and no one else's. He couldn't turn a blind eye to the way the hero's touch lingered on an area of his body for too long. The way the hero would kiss him tenderly, after. It made him question things. Made him fall in love with the hero beyond what felt exceptional. Obsessively so, one might say.

The hero shrugged, "It's not about you or me. It's about the people. I can't go and tell the world, that I'm fucking the enemy. It would put both of us in a tight spot." He came forward, tugged the villain close to him, and kissed him. A kiss too close to something that held meaning. The villain knew otherwise. The hero pulled back and smiled a little. His face held something like sadness, but the villain could be wrong. "They don't want us to be together. Because they know we'd be too powerful." And, the villain felt a little relief. Perhaps, because of the way the hero said it so easily. Or perhaps, that was how the hero confessed.