Prompt #67

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.

Snippet #2

"I'd like to believe you, but I don't know if I can." The hero uttered, the villain stood with their back facing them. They let their eyes stroll over the villain's shadowed body. The sun beamed on the villain, making them glow.

"It's okay. You don't have to. No one does. No one did." The villain replied. And, even though the hero couldn't see their face, they knew it was heartbroken. The villain was heartbroken, they could feel it. They longed to just hold them, but they can't.

The hero was restrained by the bindings of their mission. The mission? Manipulate the villain. Find all their weaknesses to use against them. Cruel. That's what they felt when they first entered the villain's huge mansion. It was evening. The sun was bidding its final goodbye, with the sharp sunrays.

The hero took a deep breath to steady their pounding heart. The villain turned around abruptly and shifted their feet towards them. They came so close, the hero thought they would kiss them. But what came was the gentle touch of the villain's fingers on their cheek. A soft graze of the other's hand, and they sighed.

The hero leaned to the touch, involuntarily. They couldn't stop themself for wanting more of it. "You know, I've always believed you. Believed in your strength to fight me, and win. It's almost a defeat on my part to admit it." The villain murmured, their hands moving down to the hero's jaw. The hero let it.

"You don't need to. Don't have to. I've lost more than won. With you, anyways." The hero muttered back, their voice so low. So mellow. They wished that the both of them would stay like this. Never pull apart, but of course, that wasn't going to happen.

"You've won me." The villain whispered. The distance between them allowed even the slightest noise to be heard, the villain didn't need to be loud. The hero shuddered, their heartbeat picked up again. They looked the villain in the eye, and found them staring right back.

The villain moved closer, hesitant. The hero closed the gap between them and brought their lips together. They cursed internally to the mission, the damned government, his duties, and his job. However, most of all, they cursed himself for losing control. But who were they to deny love? No one. Not anymore.

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.

Prompt #30

The villain groans as the hero puts some ointment on to the wound that currently sits on his forehead. A hiss follows closely. The hero grins. "You shouldn't have been so cocky, earlier. This is the result of it."

"I was only trying to save you, okay?!" The villain cried, his open injury hurting even more. He cursed. His head throbbed with pain. He had no clue why such a small thing could cause so much distress. The hero dabbed more of the liquid, before taking a band-aid and putting it on the spot.

"Yeah, yeah. Sure, big boy. You saved me but got injured yourself." The hero muttered, placing the small box of first-aid back on the table that sat in front of them.

"If only you didn't shove yourself in that bastard's face, I would have stayed calm." The villain said back, sitting up from the bed. His face showed a hint of irritation. and, he scoffed.

"I didn't shove myself in that bastard's face, he shoved himself in my face. And anyway, it wasn't that serious. I could have taken him down with one hit." The hero remarked, appearing quite proud of himself.

"Okay. Okay. Enough of that dead man. Let's have dinner, yeah? I'm starving, darling." The villain replied, placing a small kiss on the hero's cheek, and standing up. The hero followed, as he back-hugged the villain and kissed his exposed neck.

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Prompt #59

(Pathetic villain x confident hero👀)

“You know…you’re pretty pathetic.” The hero said, as they bandaged their wounded hand, ready to fight. The villain’s eyebrows perked up, they eyed the wound on the hero’s arm before meeting their eyes.

“Excuse me?” They said, a little sharply, their eyes narrowing. They took a few steps forward to the hero.

The hero chuckled. “You are, villain.”

“No, I’m not.”

“You follow me, you make sure I don’t go on dates with other people, you make sure that I eat and sleep. And make sure that I’m safe. You know…I’m not a baby.” The hero mused, their eyes tumbling, and their mouth drawn up into a smile.

“Well, what does that have to do with me being pathetic?” The villain asked, frowning. Their lips turned upside down in confusion. They were so so adorable, the hero thought. And so so wrong.

“It’s pathetic that you think all of those things are going to make me yours. That I would stop having a normal life and be with you.” The hero revealed, glancing up. Their smile was gone, leaving a cold expression, and even colder eyes.

The villain didn’t move, it was as if their world stopped. Their time faltered, and their breath slowed, almost to a degree to where they struggled to breathe properly. This revelation…was not what they wanted. Not what they expected. No. That couldn’t happen. They wouldn’t let it happen. They wouldn’t let the hero slip through their fingers. They were theirs.

They glanced up, their eyes horrified at hero’s words. The hero came forward, their hands behind their back, with a blank yet smug expression on their face. It was as if they knew just what kind of effect they had on the villain. They stopped inches away.

“You will be with me. You belong to me.” The villain defended angrily like a child not wanting to let go of their favorite toy. The hero shook their head. The villain fumed even more. “No…No, you’re going to be with me. We’ll be together forever. You can’t possibly do this to me!”

The hero only perked their eyebrows up, amused. They don’t say anything for a while, making the villain even more anxious and furious. The hero spoke up after a moment: “You know…the first time we fought, I could see you falling. Not only from that building but also for me. I was delighted, because then I knew I could make the strongest villain fall to their knees for me with a snap of my fingers. You were so easy. And I used that to save thousands, if not millions.” The hero finished, their voice carrying hints of pride that the villain could pick out.

The villain’s head was heavy with the realization, confusion, and so much sadness and rage. They fainted.

Prompt #65

“You can’t be serious right? You want to fight me just because I took down your favorite bakery shop?!” The villain exclaimed in disbelief, their jaw wide open.

The hero didn’t falter, frowning with their eyebrows and lips. “It had the best banana bread! You can’t just do that and not expect me to come find your ass!” The hero said, defensively.

The villain couldn’t help but find it cute, as they let out a laugh. “How about I promise to buy you the best bakery shop in the world?”

The hero took a step forward. “It doesn’t matter. I want the one that you destroyed.”

“I didn’t know.” The villain sighed, feeling like a helpless parent that had thrown an old toy of their child away, and now the child wanted it back.

The hero jabbed their finger to the villain’s chest, squinting their eyes. “You pay the owner to build it back, and I won’t fight you.” They demanded, staring daggers into the villain’s eyes.

“Fine.” The villain mumbled, after thinking for a second.

“Fine?” The hero questioned, not being able to believe the villain’s words.

The villain nodded. “Yes, fine.”

“You promise?” The hero asked, smiling slightly, as their hand smoothed over the villain’s chest.

“Yes, I promise, hero.” The villain smiled reluctantly as well.

And they indeed did help the owner rebuild the shop, an even bigger one just to see that gleaming smile on the hero’s face when they suggested it.

Oh, and they also had many dates in the shop.

Prompt #19

The hero wakes up one morning, and the first thing he does is call the villain, to tell him that he misses him. Except, the villain is not the one picking up the phone. Instead, the hero hears the voice of his partner. The hero’s partner. They’ve found the villain.

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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 #60

(Drunk hero👀)

“So…then, I told the superhero that I can’t not go. Because…” The hero slurred, trailing off as their eyes felt drowsy. Their hand was slowly falling down from the villain’s couch they were splayed out on, their legs dangling on the edge.

The villain hummed, nodding their head as if they were listening intently as they filled up an injection with a yellow looking drug. The hero groaned. “Because what?” They prompted, as they knelt down beside the hero, the cotton swab in their right hand, softly rubbing the skin on the hero’s arm. The hero’s eyes lazily drifted to the villain’s, the gentle smile the villain offered in the moment was cruel considering what they were doing. But, the hero smiled back, they could barely make out the villain’s face, let alone the syringe in their hands.

“Because…you were going to be there.” The hero finished, their eyes closed. A knowing tone and the widening smile gave away what they were feeling. The villain’s movement on the hero’s arm halted. Their eyes turned to the hero’s face, but the hero was already in deep slumber.

The villain contemplated on what to do. They couldn’t move after what the hero said. How could they just say that?! Surely, it was only because the hero was drunk. They didn’t feel that way about the villain right? The villain’s heartbeat increased, and they took a deep breath to calm themself. They lowered the syringe and put it away on the table placed by their side.

They stood up, and grabbed a blanket to cover the hero. They couldn’t do this, not today. Little did they know, that when they are slept away in their room in the morning, the hero wakes up and sees the syringe. Full. A small cotton ball thrown to the side.

Confusion, but most of all, a kind of fury settles in at the thought that they could ever have trusted the villain. They grab their weapon and walk to the closed room, in which inside the villain is tucked away, unbeknownst to the hero's growing rage.

Prompt #50

"I told you not to listen to him, look where he's gotten us now, you-," The villain kept babbling on, and on. It was getting on the hero's nerves. The villain hadn't stopped talking since they were locked in this closet, and he was on the verge of snapping, and so he did.

"Shut up!" The hero half-yelled, and the villain narrowed his eyes. The hero harshly pushed him against the wall behind him. "Just shut up for once, will you?" The villain raised his hands above his head, and the hero let go.

"You didn't have to do that, you know? You could have asked me nicely." The villain muttered, a blush appearing on his cheeks, and he was glad for the darkness of the place. Glad that the hero couldn't see it.

"Sorry, I lost control." The hero said, embarrassingly. They went quiet for a moment, awkwardly standing a few feet away from each other. And then the villain spoke up, again.

"Or you could have, made me." The villain whispered, shyly. And, the hero shuffled.

"What?" The hero asked.

"You could have...made me shut up." The villain implied, and the hero's eyes widened. He raised his eyebrows.

"Did you want me to?" The hero pressed, a smirk making its way on his lips.

"Tch, you wish." The villain laughed, as he forcefully broke the door of the closet and ran. The hero cursed under his breath and ran after him.