#sub villain

[save-the-villainous-cat]

I'm here to voluntarily admit myself to horny jail.

Idk if you write THIS spicy but here goes: Dom top villain bottoms for the first time...

I'm sorry

The hero grinned when they felt the hand around their throat.

It was pitch black in the hero’s bedroom — it had to be or else the hero couldn’t even close their eyes. Often they felt like a trained animal, a lab rat that had been drilled to only fall asleep when there was no light. A silly thought but they believed their wounds could heal better in the darkness. Maybe that was just them trying to deal with the physical trauma.

Deep sleep was a rarity for them anyway.

“You shouldn’t leave your window open.” The villain’s warm breath hit the hero’s lips and for a second, the hero debated if they should just go in for a kiss. But, no.

“You shouldn’t try to assassinate me all the time,” the hero whispered. They knew the villain wasn’t that far away. “Especially with your bare hands. It does things to me.”

God, the villain could be such a little pest. At this point, this was beyond obsession, this was beyond the little cat-and-mouse-games, this was beyond a work relationship. Being close to the villain was like breathing in the thick air of fog, lingering, begging to be noticed, heavy somehow and above all drenching the hero.

It drove the hero insane. The villain was a tease, for sure, and a mean one at that.

Flirting hard enough for the hero to be close to losing their balance. No one had ever dared to question the hero, no one had ever dared to be on their level and yet, the villain was clever and dangerous.

A month ago, they had broken the hero’s arm without hesitation and right now, they could squeeze and squeeze until the hero’s neck cracked. It was thrilling, it was a challenge and power was exactly what the hero was thirsty for.

“All of your assassination attempts end poorly. Time for another job?” the hero added. They had the tiny suspicion that the villain was hesitating — just like them — when it came to the fulfilment of their true desires.

“Do you want me to break your bones again?” the villain asked. “I don’t think you liked that.”

Oh, how wrong they were about that.

“Then end this.”

“As if I didn’t notice the dagger.” The villain shifted and the hero was truly impressed. Without seeing it, the villain was aware of it. Relying on their senses that well…The villain’s free hand found the hero’s wrist and they closed around it, leaning into the blade as if to demonstrate how little they cared about it.

They leaned over, lips against the hero’s neck.

“I usually kill my targets on my first try. But you’ve survived for months now…” They felt the villain’s smirk against their neck and the grip around the hero’s throat softened. The hero’s dagger stayed where it was. “You’re truly remarkable.”

“Oh, darling,” the hero answered, “you’re not supposed to say those things to me.”

“Who else is gonna say this?” And then, the villain’s lips were on the hero’s neck, warm and wet as their tongue followed. The hero closed their eyes and tried to get their self-control back. Hell, the other hand was still around the hero’s, going up and down their forearm.

The villain was — surprisingly — a little shy. They hesitated, were slow and careful, not even paying any attention to the dagger.

“Take your clothes off,” the hero said. Their voice was low and controlled, as if they were giving a command at work. “Now.”

“Shit…” The hero felt them move, felt the absence of their body and loathed it. They discarded their dagger on the nightstand, in case they needed it.

“Wait.” The hero grabbed blindly into the dark and caught fabric. They pulled the villain — who groaned — down and searched for the zipper of their suit. “Let me help you.”

They found it quickly and pulled it down until there was resistance.

“God, you’re a menace,” the villain laughed.

“Oh, you have no idea.” The hero knew exactly where to pull and where to push and their knowledge was, in fact, very useful as they turned the villain around. They seated themselves on top and finally decided to turn on the light on the nightstand.

All they could think was holy fuck when they saw the villain under them. Because the villain was strong and determined. They were smart and stubborn.

And they were under the hero right now, basically drooling.

Their suit was pulled down until right above their hips.

“I have neighbours,” the hero said, as if that wasn’t obvious. “So, you better be quiet.”

“I’m never quiet.” The hero pushed their hips deeper into the villain’s, making the other gasp.

“I’ll gag you if I have to.” The hero drew a line from the villain’s chin, all the way over their chest and down to their hips. The villain squirmed a little.

However, the hero realised as soon as they kissed their enemy how cocky the other was. They truly were a pain in the hero’s ass: letting out high-pitched moans just to tease them.

Unfortunately, the hero couldn’t think of anything that could work as a gag to silence the villain.

Fortunately, as the night progressed and they got more frustrated, they pushed their fingers into the mouth of the (surprised, yet oddly satisfied) villain. Watching their eyes roll back into their head gave the hero a random burst of energy and they knew being rough was the only option.

They had no choice but to be mean.

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[winters-dream]

cw: spicy

Hero slowed their running to a stop, their chest heaving up and down as they caught their breath. Their lungs burned slightly and their blood zinged with adrenaline. Their eyes landed on the villain, their back leaned up against a building as they also caught their breath. A smirk came over their features as they took in their tired form.

The chase was over. Hero had Villain in the palm of their hand. Honestly, they could have caught up to them much sooner, but they loved the chase. They loved this game of cat and mouse they played with the villain. The flustered look that always came over their face when Hero caught them. 

Just like the one they wore now as Hero pressed them firmly against the brick building, deep in the shadows where no one could see them. Their disheveled appearance, their face flushed a deep red, their heartbeat racing a mile a minute against Hero’s own chest. Hero loved Villain like this, flustered and weak in the knees for Hero. It fit them so well.

Villain tried to break free from the Hero, but to no avail. Hero had their hands pinned above their head and a knee wedged between their legs. Villain was helpless against Hero, they weren’t going anywhere.

“What do you want, Hero?” asked the villain with a defeated sigh. Hero pressed closer, their noses barely brushing against each other as they spoke.

“You know exactly what I want,” said Hero. “I know you were on that team that stole those diamonds.”

“You think Supervillain is going to destroy the city with a bunch of diamonds?” asked Villain. This earned a laugh from the hero, head thrown back and everything. 

“Oh, villain, you crack me up,” they said. “No. I couldn’t care less why they want the diamonds, I’m just simply assigned to take them back. And lucky for me, you were on the heist team.”

Their free hand came up to ghost over Villain’s jawline, angling their face up to gain access to their neck. They placed their lips on the villain’s neck, starting with a few pecks just under their ear. Hero could feel them tense up upon the initial contact before relaxing against them. A winning smirk took form on their lips, the villain always reacted the way they wanted.

“Where are the diamonds?” they asked.

“You can’t seduce the answer out of me,” sighed the villain, but despite their words, their head moved on its own to grant Hero more access.

“Are you sure about that?” asked Hero. “It works like a charm.”

They lightly ran their fingers down Villain’s side, making sure to graze over every sensitive spot Villain had. They stopped at the waistband of Villain’s jeans, dancing their thumb over the exposed skin above their hip and earning a shuddering sigh from their criminal.

“Not this time,” Villain said. A choked gasp escaped their lips when the hero’s leg made firm contact with the area between their thighs. They subconsciously jutted forward to chase the friction of their nemesis’ leg. “I promised Supervillain I wouldn’t tell, they’ve been planning this heist for years.”

Hero breathed hotly over Villain’s ear, thoroughly enjoying Villain’s reaction to their every move. “Don’t worry love, I’ll keep your pretty name out of my mouth.” 

They moved away from Villain’s neck, looking them in the eyes as they batted their lashes and put on their best puppy dog look. Their lips brushed over the Villain’s as they spoke.

“C’mon, Villain, won’t you tell me?” they asked prettily. “Please?”

Villain sighed audibly, Hero’s free hand had made it all the way under their shirt, cool fingers playing with sensitive skin. They couldn’t think with the hero’s hands all over them, their leg pushing between their thighs in a beautiful friction, their lips so close to their own, their sultry voice like music in their ears. 

They knew they shouldn’t but they caved, muttering the exact location of where to find the stolen diamonds and exactly how to get past security. They knew they wouldn’t be able to keep the secret for long; Hero was too good at bending them to their will, too good at getting what they wanted. They felt too good against Villain for them to not give in to them. They could feel the movement of Hero’s lips as they formed into a smirk. 

“Good Villain,” the hero praised, causing a sense of pride to swell up in Villain’s chest. They loved being praised by Hero, they way the words fell so easily out of their mouth like a villain being good was the natural thing.

“It’s time for your reward.”

Villain didn’t wait for Hero to move, they lurched their head forward, mashing their lips with the hero’s in a much needed kiss. They melted into the kiss, drowning in the sensation of having them pressed so wonderfully close to them. Hero hummed against their lips, quickly taking control as they pulled Villain impossibly close. 

They took their time to undo the villain, ravaging them in the secluded alley. They raked their nails over Villain’s skin beneath their clothes, sucked numerous hickeys into hidden places as well as very obvious places. They marked the criminal as theirs, abused all of their sensitive areas with experience that came from multiple sessions like this between the two. They turned the villain into putty in their hands, drawing out long-winded moans Villain had to suppress with their hand.

By the end, they were clinging tightly to each other and panting heavily into the others’ mouths. Villain’s hands clutched hard onto Hero shoulders, a blissed out expression on their face as they eyed the hero’s smirk.

“You’re an evil hero,” they sighed. This earned a chuckle from the hero, who stole yet another kiss from Villain’s swollen lips.

“Only for you, pretty,” replied the hero, their own hands wrapped around the villain in a way that looked like a hug. “Same time next week? I believe you've got a crime of your own I need to stop.”

Villain nodded enthusiastically, probably a bit too enthusiastically, but they couldn’t bring themself to care. This game of cat and mouse was too exciting, too addicting for the villain to stop. They craved the attention they got from the hero, their body zinging with anticipation every week. 

They knew the dangers of this; the feelings that would eventually catch on, the mess it could easily turn into if they’re not careful. The potential loss of one another if feeling ever did catch. The pain of an unrequited love. 

But for now, they focused on the present. The hero’s strong arms around their waist and the endless stream of kisses they always left on their shoulders. The promise of another chase through the city. Another game of cat and mouse that will eventually end in disaster.

But only if Villain stayed oblivious to the fondness that resided behind the hero’s eyes as well.

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[epiclamer]

Do you take a lil dom/sub scented requests?

Like the villain is a sub and needs some post-coital tlc but was thrust into fighting and other gimmicks so hero takes it up?

It is embarrassing how many words I had to google to understand this ask. Anyways.

Cw: implied s/a

Easy Surrender

Hero had hardly even registered a thing, one second Villain was underneath them, moaning, groaning, sighing and the next they were whisked away. Clothes on in a second and out the door in the next, all because of an urgent text from their boss.

It felt wrong.

It was the first time this had ever happened, normally they would end their secret sessions with some form of aftercare whether it was rushed or not. It was the one thing Hero had insisted on when they made their first deal.

Villain—of all people—seemed shocked, they were set on guard because of it. They had obviously not expected to see the hero so persistent with taking care of the criminal after a hook-up.

When Hero had pried about it, they hadn’t given Hero any specifics and had refused to express anything more on the situation. But it was obvious that the villain had experienced some traumas with the other heroes at the station.

The hero knew that Villain had been doing this for a while, acting as some sort of stress relief for the others, but they truly felt different about it. Maybe it was all the same to Villain, but Hero hoped it wasn’t. They wanted to share something special with the villain.

That was probably the reason as to why they were throwing on loose clothes and a pair of shoes far too big for themselves before heading out the door. They needed to catch up to the other and make sure everything was alright.

They had texted Villain a couple times, but to no avail. It was starting to worry Hero.

No matter how many times they had hooked-up, Villain always got their aftercare. Now, Hero was worried that because they had skipped this session Villain wouldn’t come back, or maybe they would be hurt. Maybe they never wanted to see the hero again.

That terrified Hero. They needed to find their villain and fast.

Hero scoured the city, checking every favourite spot and every empty alley way. Villain was nowhere to be found. However, that wasn’t enough to stop the hero, they had one last spot up their sleeve. A card they hadn’t even played in their regular cat and mouse game yet.

But, Hero figured this situation was grave enough that it didn’t matter.

When they arrived, Hero didn’t waste anymore time in climbing up the small steps, only pausing for a beat before their knuckles rapped against the wooden door. The hero was so anxious they could hear their heartbeat in their ears, it was unnecessary nervous energy but they couldn’t help it.

The crime-stopper rolled their weight unevenly through their ankles, from the tips of their toes to the backs of their heels as they waited impatiently. Finally, the door opened with a slow creek, Villains exhausted face peeking through the opening.

“What are you doing here?” Even Villains voice sounded tired, breaking slightly as if a cover they were holding up was about to shatter any second now.

Hero spluttered, unsure of how to explain their desperate search for their mortal enemy ended up with them knocking at their front door for something as simple as aftercare. Something so simple, yet so meaningful and Hero still couldn’t understand why.

“I-I’m here because you left. In a hurry. And we couldn’t do any, like... you know... aftercare...”

Villain eyed them skeptically, untrusting, they obviously didn’t believe the hero and any of the words coming out of their mouth. It sounded all too well like the other manipulative bastards back at their base. No heroes were kind, especially not to a villain.

“Sure.” Villain deadpanned. “Anyways, if that’s all you can go now. I’ll see you tomorrow for our fight and next Tuesday for our hook-up.”

The criminal was mere milliseconds from slamming the door on the hero’s face when they stepped forward, stopping the villain in their tracks and propping the door open with their foot. Villain was about to snap at them and start a fight, but Hero was faster with a response.

“Look. I know, that you’ve had some hard times with other heroes. But we made a deal at the beginning of this... fling... and I insist on aftercare. I can’t sleep knowing that you had to leave and we never got to properly come down from the scene.”

Something softened in Villains heart. Some dark pressure that had been haunting them for so long seemed to loosen. They refused to express it, but they felt it. Hero had released a tension Villain barely even noticed was there.

But, gods was it ever relieving.

And sure enough, Villain couldn’t help but let the hero in with the promise of a soft hand of care. Hopefully, Hero wouldn’t turn out like the rest.

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[starlizzie]

I like my villain sub. Reasons why? Because I want the hero to say that the villain is a brat and a bad villain or bad girl for destroying the city. But also the villain is seductive only to the hero. Sad girl hour 😔✌️.

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[ghouljams]

“#distribution system is a pillow Princess/sub!ghost fic”

😳 h-holy shit. I think the world went white when I read this. Like a flash bang went off. Oh my god.

You hold his face between your hands, your thumbs gently stroking over his scarred cheeks. Your eyes are so soft, they look at him like he's something fragile, something precious. Ghost holds your wrists like a lifeline, desperately begging to be grounded in this moment. Your lips move without sound, he wishes he could hear it, could hear your voice like the trumpets of revelations. The light shines behind your head like a halo, it must be a halo, divinity shining through your skin. Everything hurts.

"Stay with me," He begs, his throat dry and his bones aching.

"Of course," You pet over his buzzed hair, your voice as soft as early spring, "I'm not going anywhere."

You kiss his temple, let him settle his hands on your waist and lean into the touch, hungry for it. You're not going anywhere. He's not either, this is the last stop. He can just be here. Ghost traces his fingers over your skin with reverence, his eyes on yours as you tip his head back. It's good, you're finally in your rightful place over him, larger than life in all your kindness. He could let you swallow him whole, he wishes you would. Then he could be a part of you, a part of something worthwhile, something good and kind. Whatever he's done in life-

"Stay with me Simon," You murmur, as if he'd ever want to be anywhere else. Of course, he wants to echo, of course. You lean to brush your lips over his cheek, it hurts, white hot just under his eye. You slice your line through him, ask again, your voice so distant and yet so close beside his ear, "Stay with me."

His lips move around your name, breathe in, exhale. His hands hold you, drag over your skin as he tips his head to press his lips against your neck. Can he have this? Is this allowed? Are apostles meant to worship their god through such sinful means? He slides his hand between your legs, rubbing his fingers through the wet heat he finds there. You're so soft.

You whine, such a pretty noise, and he kisses you again. He mumbles your name against your skin, traces his lips against your pulse, desperate to feel your life. Everything he does is for you, every breath he takes, every beat of his heart, each blink, each touch of his fingers. Nothing matters to him like you do. You're so warm, dripping over his hand, the noises your sweet pussy make when he presses his fingers into you are perfect, and obscene.

"My Simon," You breathe, "You're so good for me." It hurts between his ribs, cracks his sternum, you could take him apart with so many words. "You never tell me what you want," You coo, "Never ask for anything."

"Want to make you come," He mumbles, squeezing his eyes shut against the pain of it, he doesn't deserve to ask for your love, but he can approximate it, "want to be useful to you."

"You are, Simon," You whisper, he jerks against you at the jolt that goes through him, "because I love you."

It spins in his mind like tires stuck in mud. It's not right. He wants it too badly for it to be right. You couldn't. Even when he was leaving you couldn't. Ghost swallows. It's cold in here.

He blinks his eyes open to a hospital ceiling. Everything hurts. He reaches his hand to feel whatever is covering his left eye with a grunt of pain. His fingers twitch and another sharp jolt of pain zips through him.

"I wouldn't," Price tells him. Ghost turns his head to look at him, adjusting to the new blind spot. He's sitting in an arm chair beside the hospital bed, his chin perched on his palm, fingers curled over his mouth and leg bouncing. Ghost wonders how long it's been since his last cigar. Price sniffs. "Down two fingers, gonna hurt for a while."

Ghost turns his head to look back at the ceiling. The fluorescents buzz, a whine only he ever seems able to hear. At least the sky would've been a nice thing to end on.

"Nearly lost you on the table," Price continues, Ghost can hear him standing, "I'll let the nurse know you're up."

Ghost swallows again, tries to feel his tongue in his mouth, so dry it may as well glue itself to his teeth. "Where's my wife," He croaks. Price's footsteps stop, something heavy falling over the air. There are a thousand things he could say, a thousand comforts he could offer.

"You're not married," He tells him, and leaves.

#cod x reader #x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley #ghost cod #ghost x you #f!reader #I know I've kept it gender neutral so far I'm sorry #I'll get back to that but I love hearing Ghost say “my wife” #captain john price #price is truly the villain of this fic and I love it #the ghost distribution system #sub!ghost

[yoru-no-seiiki]

VILLAIN! READER WITH A YAN! MASOCHISTIC! PROTAGONIST

tw/cw: DDNE, mentions of abuse, actual abuse (by reader), implied parental neglect. protagonist’s gender is whatever you want it to be. gn pronouns.

[ second part ]

MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI OR I WILL BLOCK YOU.

You wholeheartedly believed that you’d rule the world one day. The oracles deemed it so, and the rest followed. The only problem being is that you’d rule with an iron fist, causing the death of millions under your tyrannical reign. Many opposed your position as heir to the throne.

In comes the protagonist, your adopted sibling who is also destined for great things. The difference being is that they’ll gain it through defeating you.

Everyday is a murderfest with you trying to kill the kid but because of plot armor they’re resistant to any and all sorts of spells, weapons and even people you’ve hired.

Yan! Protagonist who had been abused their entire life saw this as just an act of love. Even moreso since you were so determined to hurt them everyday. It must mean you adored them does it not? They don’t understand why they’re not able to die or properly get hurt by you though, so at times they’ll even try to get in your way to make it easier.

But this just ends up with you hating them further and further.

As the two of you grow up, tactics start to become even more underhanded and deadly. You had lost all sense of empathy and kindness at this point. You had also halted trying to hide your attempts as your sibling clearly knew of it anyways.

But with your duties increasing as well, you are unable to execute much of your assassination attempts much less see your sibling directly. It came to the point of dull poisoning plots of which Yan! Protagonist had literally gained an immunity to with how frequent it was.

Yan! Protagonist never wanted to become ruler. A kingdom was far too much to manage and think about. All they wanted was to relax and be with you.

But with you being all busy and ignoring them. . . they simply can not stand idle and let this be!

And so they throw themselves into their studies. Those that doubted the Protagonist are now in awe of the way they picked up things in addition to their overflowing determination. They must really want to take you down.

Unbeknownst to them, they were simply doing this so you’d go back to giving them your attention.

Years after you’d officially taken the throne, they barged into castle. Thousands of troops behind them as they declared,

—

“Exalted sibling, I’ve come to take the burden of the throne from your hands!” The protagonist stood before you in all their glory. Magnificent as the scriptures had foretold. Absolutely befitting for the next in line for the throne. Blessed with a face sculpted by the gods.

You wanted nothing more rip it from their skull and watch the blood rain down on their regal clothing.

“You’ll have to take it from my cold, dead body.”

The protagonist froze in their tracks. Your words and pure confusion taking a while to settle in.

Wait, what?

. . . to be continued

Anyways that’s just a smol part from one of my webtoon ideas i’ve been writing haha. It probably won’t be expanded on until I officially published that one and it’s like further down the list of webtoon order so oop-

©️ yoru.no.seiiki - yun | 2023

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[animescreencolle]

Kyuujitsu no Warumono-san E01

#anime subs #Kyuujitsu no Warumono-san #Mr. Villain's Day Off

[masoqueen-official]

Current mood

#iza #gal3xystar #masoqueen #paperhat #devildice #stobotnik #staticmoth #hazbin hotel #villainous #sonic #cuphead #ships #what is my fucking obsession with the assistant x boss trope #it’s because you’re a sub Iza #oh yeah

[yanderambling]

BRO just binged all ur stuff and i’m obsessed and i saw you take requests,,, so get this: hero from the yandere henchmen story is also yandere for villain reader O.O doesn’t have to be the same reader if u don’t want i just think it would be fun lolol

ahhh i'm so glad to hear that, and this is such a good idea!! this one's a bit short because i'm low on writing inspo and also energy :( but you can always request again if you'd like more ~

concept: Hero!Yandere(gn) x Villain!Reader(gn)

words: ~700

CW: 18+, yandere behavior, violence, masochism, very suggestive, short and not well proofed :)

Emyr is certain that their feelings for you are completely casual and appropriate.

Of course they get worked up over you, you're their nemesis!

It's normal for a hero to have a nemesis, to focus on one villain above all the others (even in the event that the villain has been radio silent for over a week while countless others wreak havoc on the city, even if they have to ignore all their friends constantly signaling them for backup against said villains; you're planning something, they know it, and it's their responsibility to be ready to stop you!)

And it's normal for a hero to get violently upset when they discover another hero had an encounter with that nemesis.

Just like it's completely normal for a hero to accidentally leave their friend totally vulnerable in deadly combat just days after that discovery.

They're dedicated to taking down a particularly dangerous evildoer, and people make mistakes in the heat of battles; this is all normal.

They don't think it's wrong to get so excited when their call signal goes off (one they had made specifically for calls about you), they're just passionate about stopping evil!

They don't think it's wrong to feel a shiver of anticipation tingle up their spine on the occasions you get the upper hand in battle (it's a stressful situation!), and they chalk it up to temporary shock when they find themself frozen, helpless to stop your weapons (or, god, hands) from tearing into them.

They don't think it's wrong to feel their heart race at the very thought of you, to hear the blood pounding in their ears every time they picture your manic smile or your sweaty, feral form- of course memories of their enemy will spike their adrenaline!

They don't think it's wrong to collect the odd weapons you sometimes forget after fights, to hold them tight in their hands and feel the residual warmth of your skin, to imagine how you might use each one on them, (to use them on themself and picture your disgust at the pleasure they derive from it...).

It's just important to know your enemy, is all.

It's not strange that they spend most nights skulking around your lair, using their super-vision to watch you go about your business through the thick walls, using their enhanced hearing to pick up every shift of your skin against your clothing (god how do you look even more ethereal in your casual clothes?); it's just routine surveillance!

And it's not strange that they set up multiple cameras (hidden with great effort) to catch glimpses inside when they can't be there.

(And it's not strange that they collect all their footage at the end of each day and splice together every shot where you're even slightly indecent, that they watch these perverted montages to get themself off every night, that they constantly have to wipe drool and spunk off their monitor just to catch another glimpse of your sinful body.)

It's not wrong that you occupy their thoughts every second of the day, waking or otherwise.

It's not wrong that they fall asleep every night to the memory of your vicious smirk looming over them in the wake of a rare defeat- in fact, it's motivating to recall past failure, to figure out where they went awry so they never fall into that position again (with your strong legs straddling their body, every muscle tensed against them, your wild eyes locking their gaze to yours as you both pant with exertion, a blade pressed to their throat just enough for them to feel beads of blood trickle down their neck- the only thing saving them from the pressure on their throat and crotch alike being a vigilante group arriving and causing you to make a "strategic retreat").

It's also not wrong that they keep fiddling with the wounds you've given them, pulling and scratching and reopening them again and again until they scar, because they do it for the reminder.

So they can stop it from happening again.

Definitely not so they can pretend it's your fingers digging into their skin, that your sharp eyes are watching in disdain as they moan at the stinging pain, that your cruel smile is hanging over them mockingly while they get worked up over so very little, that you've finally gotten the better of them for good and intend to use them mercilessly for your own desires...

Definitely not that.

...

So, basically, in conclusion: Emyr is completely normal about you.

And will forever continue to be.

thanks so much for reading! feel free to send a request <3

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[imswansong]

It’s kind of ridiculous how the Evilive subs (or the ones I’ve seen at least) censor everything the characters say and water them down. Like why would you have Doyoung say “jerk” when he actually called Dongsoo a son of a bitch? Why have him say “we could’ve remained friends” when he actually said “we could’ve stayed together until the end”?

#its a rated r drama and the characters drop f bombs in korean #idk why you wouldnt let them say bad words in english?? 😭 #anyway thats my only complaint abt the subs #otherwise they seem pretty accurate #evilive #biography of a villain

[save-the-villainous-cat]

HEYY CATTT

Still love your writing and I’d like to ask for a sub top Villain and dom bottom Hero because AUGAHA. Anyways could you pretty please make it spicy too? THATS IT THEN BYE BYE

Something inside the villain understood this was an opportunity no one else had. The hero was notorious for being a lone wolf, working on their own and being, overall, a little misanthropic. They didn't talk much and they didn't discuss things. They were cold and uncontrollable at times.

Which was why the villain had been surprised. Meeting the hero at a bar, drunk and lovely had excited them. And after talking to them for a little while, the villain realised that their usual "hm" responses were not accurate to the person they actually were deep down. The hero was really into gossip and they loved complaining about other people.

It also turned out that they were funny and charming. The villain couldn't remember when they had laughed this much with anyone.

Luckily, the hero didn't have that much alcohol in their system, or else the villain would have never agreed to come over to them.

But these damn eyes. These terrible looks the hero gave them.

They weren't nemeses exactly. The hero was usually out for bigger fish. But every now and then, the hero would let them go and one time, they even worked together. One could say they were closer than others but, honestly...no one was really close with the hero.

"Are you nervous?"

"I'm not a virgin, if that's what you mean," the villain answered. They looked up at the hero who had been sucking hickeys into their neck for probably 20 minutes now. The villain's shirt was on the ground, next to the bed. It had been the first thing to come off.

"I didn't mean that." The hero smirked drunkenly and the villain could feel their own head reel from the cocktail they had had at the bar. The hero dared another kiss, possessive and almost so intoxicating that the villain's brain stopped working. "I'm quite aware that you have some experience."

"Some?!" The hero genuinely laughed this time and the villain couldn't even muster up any annoyance when they buried their head in the villain's shoulder and the pillow. The hero was hot and adorable. "That's so insulting."

"Oh, come on," they mumbled against the villain's skin. "Don't be upset, I can teach you."

The villain's face started burning again when the hero's fingers found their waistband for the second time that evening.

"I am very eager when it comes to that, you know." The hero felt their warm breath on their skin and their pretty fingers playing with the elastic band of their pants.

"Do you do that with every villain you come across?" they asked and frankly, it came out sadder than they had anticipated. They tried to think of a dumb joke to cover it up but the hero was quick to answer.

"No. I've never done this before."

"Aha, so you're the virgin here," the villain said, trying to make the joke work. This time, the villain only smirked, though. They pushed themselves up on their elbows until they were on top of the villain again.

"Oh, you really need this, don't you?" they asked. Suddenly, they let their hand dip below the waistband, between the villain's thighs. It wasn't quick and senseless. It was slow and careful and mean.

The villain gasped, surprised that teasing the hero had these consequences.

For a moment, that was all the villain could manage. Lay there, close their eyes and pray that the hero wouldn't stop.

"Love," the hero said eventually. "I promised to teach you."

"So...?" the villain asked back.

"Get on top," they whispered. The villain nodded instantly because, embarrassingly, they were eager too. They moved and could feel excitement prickle underneath their fingertips when they touched the hero. Yes, this was an opportunity. A good one, promising a perfect night.

The hum the hero made was of utter satisfaction.

Once they had switched positions, the villain felt quite daring.

"Good, very good…" the hero praised. "Now, let me help you with your pants."

The villain nearly jumped when the hero’s hands reached deep into their pants, pulling them down their thighs.

"…now help me with mine." The villain did so.

And it felt like the hero exposed them, step by step. As if not only their guard was dropping but also the villain’s. For the first time in their life, the villain didn’t feel insignificant. Being close to the hero, feeling their panting and sweat when they were close, seeing them enjoy what the villain did, hearing the praises and the hero’s little laughs when they got frustrated…it made the villain feel weirdly proud.

The villain hoped this moment could be longer, hoped this could go on forever but they knew the hero would leave them as soon as the sun rose.

They were wrong about that, though.

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[7-dreamers]

Dreamcatcher(드림캐쳐) 'OOTD' MV

#dreamcatcher #jiu #sua #siyeon #handong #yoohyeon #dami #gahyeon #ot7 #231122 #era: villains #v: official #v: music video #v: eng sub

[chengagreste]

boyfriend adrichat

#miraculous ladybug #mledit #ml spoilers #ml 5.24 #ml representation #representation spoilers #adrien agreste #chat noir #* #i forgot how they translate “akumatized person” in the english dub so villain ? #can u tell i tried to translate myself then just ended up following the subs from .to lol #anyway “sa copine” IM SO SICK like we knew but now we KNOW

[carolannie]

This took more time than expected.

#venn diagram #monster fucker #fantasy #d&d #angst #fic writing #bard players #villain #ao3 writer #masochist sub #i dont even know #i can't tag anymore #I hope you all got the idea #random #meme

[spookykittyboo]

Hidden Gem

smut, riding the Talokan king. idk.... pee pee and woo woo mush. wakanda forever spoiler i guess....

Tin wa'alaj teech ya'ab Óoxten! ; I told you many time!

In yakunaj ; My dear

Beet, a reto ; Do it, I dare you

Chúuns táanil ; Keep going.

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Oh what would they say?

How would they react to the ruthless urge of the man with a strong will of anything he sees, anything he touch.

The grip of both of his brutal hands, on the skin of a clueless creature, a fragile, incomparable to anything of his power.

A God of all people, whose under his words.

The sun was in his hand. He brought it to shine the dark water of his people.

Do they know?

Will they ever know? The rush of being a hidden little gem of him, being unknown.

His people. Will they ever open the closed curtain of his cave, to find their king's entanglement with a mortal being?

…

"Ah,  Namor. Stop… please…" she plead, as she sat on her throne. A place which only her body can remarks on, a place which the king presents to her. A queen's throne.

"Tin wa'alaj teech ya'ab Óoxten! That is not who I am to you. K'uk'ulkan. Say it, in yakunaj. Praise me!"

 She moved lazily, waving her body to the front with her hands on his chest. With a little strength of the thin air, she gave a soft move lifting her body to bounce back on his, rewarding her with a hard grunt spilled from his brown lips, driving fast to her ear, echoing the walls around her. Lewd and melting.

"Chúuns táanil, love."

As her head was swimming in the ocean of his creation, she only felt the depth of how far he had gone. The feeling of his cock fulfilling her walls could only go for the sky. Overwhelmed and intoxicated, she bounce lightly with little consciousness.  She came to the state of realization when his hands gripped tightly to both of her thighs, planting a short length of his nails deep on her innocent skin. "…mor… Namor… I can't…" his eyes was closed, feeling her clenching walls around him, driving him to drown in her as she fell deeper to the ocean of both of them.

"Stop, beet. A reto." he dared. A command in which he stared directly into her brown eyes.

But, she stopped. She did.

The little light glistened her tired eyes, hazy, heavy. She deepens his length by pressing her body down a little more, "Shhh… in yakunaj, you only pulling your king into madness even more." he said, while his hand stayed a little longer on her hips. Toying her body as his puppet. She tilted her head to the left, showing curiousness, with her hair covering most of the side of her face.

"I wonder…" she whispered.

Attachment of one girl to a man of mysteries and myth. Have you ever wonder what lies beneath him? The power he held? Those long years of loneliness, haunting, chasing and craving the used of slumbers with no touch or even the soft whisper of a women. The moment was her, she looked down, from his eyes, his neck, then the brown skin painting his abdomen. Her fingers danced for a short while, staring at the scarless, yet she knows the surface of him has faced many of anything she could ever face. He looked to the sweet little girl with her wandering eyes, wondering what was running in her brain and her eyes, she whispered, any word of her own while facing his skin.

"A God, a man, how would I ever fight his temptation? Who else will I beg to when his own hands pull me to sit and become his own queen.  His sheer will and his poisonous words pouring acid to my skin and now he filled it with a part of him. Love, how do you expect me to walk away when your most harshest command sounded like your kindest request. " her words, inside of her beautiful mind.

…

"My king, K'uk'ulkan. Forgive me, sir."

She then bent to find his lips met with her, giving him a sweet taste of her just to sank his head a little more to the pillow he lay his head on as she lift half of her body and bounces her body the way she did earlier.

The way it supposed to.

The way he loves it.

"Agh.. Ahh.. Love, t-t-the sun shine bright for my people." he stuttered, talked through the mess she was trying to make out of the king. Grunting out the pleasure pumping him to the edge.

"…b-but, for you… the universe will be on its knees."

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[ravenbunnie]

For the record, I say some of the most unhinged, entirely fucked, brutally true things on this platform that I wouldn't take back for all the money in the world. You appreciate me at my mentally unwell and horny or you don't get me at my entirely obsessed with you (and still insane and horny).

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