Snippet #6(part 2)

Prompt #49

(Late night working)

"Do you see where I'm going with this plan?" The hero pondered, moving his hands across the laid-out map of the city.

"Yeah, definitely." The villain reacted, nodding his head. The hero frowned.

"Revise the plan for me, then." The hero emphasized, tilting his head at the villain and waiting for the answer.

The villain faltered, "I-..." How was he to say anything when he'd been doing nothing but staring at the hero for the past half an hour? He couldn't pay attention when the man sitting in front of him was dressed in a suit with his top two shirt buttons undone, revealing his collarbones. He gulped, and glanced at the hero who was waiting patiently.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention." The villain said, combing his hair. The hero stood up and walked to the kitchen to make himself a coffee. The villain did the same. He hugged the hero from behind, nuzzling his face into the other's neck. The hero visibly relaxed, as he waited for the coffee to brew.

"It's fine, I know we're both tired. It's been a long day." The hero mumbled, pouring the coffee into a Christmas-themed cup and turning to look at the villain.

“I’m still sorry though.” The villain sighed, and kissed him. The hero kissed him back, eagerly.

The coffee went unattended for the duration of the whole night, whilst the hero and the villain cuddled on the couch and slept away.

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 #62

(Sly villain x shy hero)

The hero’s breath hitched as their back pressed firmly to the wall, they yelped. “Surrender yet?” The villain asked, grinning.

The hero blushes at the proximity, and glanced away. They forced themself to steady their breath. “N-no. I’m not giving up.” They said, and it almost came out childish. Their voice was low, almost like a whine.

The villain only grinned wider, pressing closer. Their breath brushed against the shell of the hero’s ears. “You know, I love seeing that blush on your face when you know that I’m winning.”

The hero’s eyes broadened, as they wiped at their cheeks. “I-I’m not blushing.”

“Oh yeah? Then why are your cheeks red?” The villain asked cheekily.

“It’s…it’s eczema!” The hero replied, their voice pitched. The villain chortled.

“It’s cute if you think I wouldn’t know if you had eczema. Clearly, you don’t know what eczema looks like.” The villain remarked, as they stepped back a few steps.

The hero slightly pouted, glancing away. Their body started turning cold at the loss of contact. “Think whatever you want.”

The villain shook their head with a fond smile, and the hero was so lost in that said smile that they didn’t even notice as the villain quickly backed away into the shadows from where they had appeared.

The hero gasped, quick on their feet to catch the villain, who were far gone.

Prompt #69

By @writingpromptsworld

“Oh, come on, you can’t be putting handcuffs on me right after we had our first kiss!” The villain whined, struggling against the metal bracelets.

The hero tightened their grip on the villain’s wrists. “Only a distraction, sweetheart.” They chuckled.

The villain rolled their eyes, scoffing. “Don’t lie. I know you liked it.” They clenched their jaw, feeling a little worked up.

“Maybe.” The hero smirked teasingly.

The villain groaned. They were so fucked. They tried again. “Not even a little?” They asked in a quieter voice, aiming to get even a bit of the hero’s soft side. But, really, they wanted to know.

The hero grinned, seeing through their words. They shrugged, not giving anything away, the grin only widening on their lips.

The villain huffed, as they were gently pushed into the back of the hero’s car. “You’re so cruel.” They mumbled, slightly pouting.

The hero got in and winked, charming as always, and took off.

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Prompt #61

If the hero was angry previously, they were furious now. They had gotten to the place where the villain had planned to fight them, on a rooftop of some burned looking building. It wasn’t what the villain went for usually, because in their opinion, it was more “fun” to damage the skyscrapers. But that’s not the reason the hero is mad. They are mad because the villain still hasn’t arrived. It has been two hours, almost three in less than 15 minutes. Honestly, where were they?!

They gazed at the empty sky that was darkening by the passing seconds. They were about to get off the floor, and leave, when they heard footsteps behind them. They stopped, their expression hardening as they frowned determinedly. They were going to make sure the villain knew that they didn’t have all day for them. They turned around, and their frowned fell just as quickly as it appeared as they saw the villain.

The villain was in no condition to fight, in fact, they looked like they might pass out the next minute. The hero’s eyes faltered and they quickly went to the villain’s side. The villain grimaced, their right hand clutching their left arm. They were breathing heavily, and the hero swore they could hear their heartbeat. Their eyebrows knitted in concern and confusion. “What happened?” They asked, willing the villain to sit down slowly. The villain winced at the uncomfortable movement, and sat down.

The villain could barely make out the words, as they whispered it: "Your fellow hero friends took the liberty of hunting me down, and beating me to death." They mumbled, the left side of their lip a little bruised, and pinkish red.

The hero's eyebrows pinched together in concentration. “Why didn’t you fight back?-” The hero started, tracing circles on the villain’s back in a gentle motion. The villain glared in response, their eyes like burning out fire, barely there, but the hero could see it. They flinched.

“Because I thought you’d come. I tried to fight back, I tried. But, then I couldn’t. And I waited and waited for you but you never came to save me.”

“I didn’t know.” The hero replied, now frowning in somewhat of a fury of their own. How could the villain blame them? They had done nothing wrong, they didn’t even know the villain was being tortured by those heroes.

“That’s not the point! You knew where my hideout was, you could have! Besides, how did the other heroes find me? Only you knew of my location…oh my god, please don’t tell me you gave them my location.” The villain’s furious face was now turning into one of a sad and terrified. The realization that the hero could have betrayed them makes them want to die right then and there. Of course, it was an assumption, but that made it all the worse. The fact that they could even think as far as that.

The hero’s eyes widened in disbelief that the villain could ever think of such a thing of them. They would never do that. “I would never. Why would I do that? I didn’t do it. I promise.” They said, softly.

The villain swallowed, and looked down. This was all getting to their head right now. The injuries, the wounds, the pain. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking…of course you wouldn’t.” They said, meeting the villain’s eyes again, but this time with more calmness and understanding.

The hero nodded slowly, even though the villain could trace hints of sadness in their eyes at the assumption the villain made. The villain gently cradled the hero’s cheek. “I’m so sorry.” They whispered again. The hero nodded, smiling slightly.

“Let’s get your injuries treated.” They said, and lifted the villain up in their arms.

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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.

Prompt #20

“Let me get your favorite pjs, and then we can nod off, yeah?” The villain whispered, as the hero moved closer to him in the wide bed they were lying on. He smiled a bit before, getting rolling out of the soft sheets carefully. Making sure to not disturb the hero in the process.

The villain came back in less than 3 minutes with the said pjs and nudged the hero’s cheek a bit to let him know he was going to change him. The hero draped himself on the villain, tired. He looked just like a little baby, the villain thought.

Soon, the hero was in his favorite pair of pjs, and the villain put him on the mattress softly with a hand wrapped around his head. The hero let out a small ‘I love you’, as he fell back to slumber. The villain gave him a cheek, muttering back “I love you too”.

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Prompt #9

The villain has a crush on the hero. He's in denial, until the hero finds out and uses it to his advantage.

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