“You’re Late Again.”

Prompt #333

I absolutely love hero x villain arranged marriages so seeing this as a requested really got my brain going! I’m really glad you love my writing and I hope you enjoy!

Continuation

“Sometimes, I suspect you’re happier to spend time with these weeds than you are to spend time with me.” [Super Villain]’s smile didn’t reach their eyes as they loomed over [Hero].

“Is that so hard to believe?” [Hero] said, their voice calm and flat, the fire having long turned to ice.

“Grass can’t provide for you.”

“No,” [Hero] hummed as they carefully cut the stem of the rose they had been admiring, “But I can choose whether or not to be in its company.”

“You chose to be in mine.” [Super Villain] replied, and [Hero] admired how the roses changed colors between their shadow and the sun’s light.

“Only because the alternative was worse, though somedays I wonder if that really was the case.”

[Hero] could feel [Super Villain]’s anger behind them, but they refused to turn. They long since tired of this game and long since stopped wondering if [Super Villain]’s threats held weight.

“You will be happy with me.” [Super Villain] growled before they stalked away, leaving [Hero] to decide if that was a threat or a promise.

Hey there! Do you mind writing a snippet about a captured hero in a I-have-you-now-my-pretty situation by a dominating seductive villain? And can you make it very dark please? Thank you so much and I absolutely love your writing!

"There now, isn't this much better?" the villain murmured, stroking their fingers through the hero's damp hair. "You're so pretty beneath all the grime and the blood."

"I prefer the grime and the blood."

"I might also prefer you nice and quiet. Consider that."

"Oh," the hero's eyes darkened, "no doubt. What's more attractive than your prey being forced docile, unable to fight back?"

The villain raised a brow, in the reflection of the mirror. "You. Trying to fight me. Failing."

The hero felt bile claw up their throat at that. They resisted the urge to swallow, to tense; it wouldn't do them any good, and it would probably only serve to delight the creep.

The villain seemed to catch it anyway, because they smiled.

"I do like your spirit," the villain mused. They continued to stroke through the hero's hair, carefully and diligently untangling every knots and snarl. "You're beautiful when you're angry. Defiant. You get this fiery, helpless look in your eyes. The blush is also very becoming. So, you see...it wouldn't be half as fun if you didn't try to fight back."

The hero studied them, trying to decide if that was reverse psychology. They might have preferred it if it was reverse psychology.

The villain laughed, softly, at whatever expression they saw on the hero's face.

The hero jerked their head away. It felt good for all of three seconds before the villain reeled them back in with a much harder yank, making the hero's breath catch. They pulled the hero's head back against the chair, baring their throat.

Perhaps as punishment for moving, or perhaps simply because they could, the villain leaned down over their shoulder to press a kiss to the hero's throat. It looked positively vampiric in the glass. The hero half expected teeth. They hated that they shivered. They hated that they couldn't look away, in the spirit of car crashes, natural disasters and other terrible fascinating things.

The villain's smile edged a fraction sharper, a fraction smugger. They held the hero's eyes as they trailed more kisses along the hero's neck, across their racing pulse, until the hero was taut.

"Go on," the villain whispered. "Tell me not to touch you again. Dealer's choice on if you try a threat, command or plea."

"I think I might prefer me nice and quiet."

"Mm." The villain straightened. They turned their attention to the hero's appearance again, considering. "I knew you liked me too."

"That's not - I don't -"

The villain's smile turned positively wolfish.

The hero snarled; too frustrated for words, too...well. Too many things. Frustrated was the best pick. Better than fear, sinking and entirely too helpless.

The annoying thing was that it did feel better to be clean, with their wounds tended. It simply didn't feel better to have had the villain force them into a bath and out of their own clothes. It was like having their identity, their resistance, scrubbed away alongside the dirt. Dressed in the villain's clothes, with the villain's scent clinging to their skin, it was impossible to forget where they were for even a moment.

It was impossible to forget who the villain thought they belonged to.

There were times when the villain could be charming, seductive. When they first met the hero had even been flattered. The problem was that, after the seduction and shiny polish of it all had worn off, it was perfectly obvious that the villain didn't actually care if the hero was seduced or not. It was a preference - not a requirement. The villain would do as they pleased regardless.

Hopefully, the hero's friends would get there soon.

(They had to get there soon, right?)

"So pretty," the villain murmured once more. "And all mine. Let's go show you off, shall we?"

"I'm not yours." The hero had to say it. Even when they knew it was a trap, even when their voice came out hoarse, they had to say.

The villain laughed again, and swivelled the chair around so that they were facing each other. They smoothed their hands down the hero's trembling thighs. Then, their expression turned cold, as absolute as an old black-and-white fairytale, as unstoppable a death. They leaned in.

"Oh, darling. By the time I'm done with you tonight, you will be."

the writing challenge, day two

                                                           II

The human shuffled through the third drawer, still no sight of anything helpful, anything sharp, anything heavy. Surely the villain must keep something of these sorts? Yet all they managed to find were a few heavier books, the rest useless. 

There had to be a way. They were so close. 

Helplessly, the hero plonked themselves down on the sofa. The pain shot through their spine, reminding them of the bruises the villain marked on their body. With a hiss, they turned over to their back. For a few minutes they stared at the magnolias. Still fresh, somehow. The light breaking through the water, its reflection-

Oh.

The hero touched the vase delicately, scared of their last hope disappearing in the shadows. The cold surface brushed their fingertips. Glass. 

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The hero traced the glass wall. It seemed thin enough. They clutched the vase in their hand and took a few steps back. 

Bang.

No. No, no, no. The hero watched the barely scratched wall in disbelief. 

They picked up the biggest piece and swung again, using all strength left in their body. 

A scratch, maybe two. 

They took the biggest piece of glass and clung onto the glass wall, hitting it over and over again, until they felt like puking and tears were running down their face and the hand holding the glass was now the hand dripping with blood. 

Still, the glass didn’t shatter. 

Their forehead touched the cold surface when someone’s arms wrapped around their waist and yanked them backward. 

“Oh, darling. You’ve made quite a mess.” 

The hero let out a cry. The villain couldn’t be here. He was out, he- the car was missing, no way he could get here- 

The villain turned them around, his fingers gently brushing over the hero’s red eyes and cheeks before he considered their hand. The hero clenched it but the trembling of their body was becoming visible. 

The villain’s gaze pierced them, his pupils growing barely noticeably. 

The hero gaze dropped on the floor.“Please, don’t- I won’t do that again, I pro-”

The villain pressed his fingers to their throat, forcing them to look up. 

“It’ll only be worse if you try to resist.” 

The hero stumbled, their knees weak. The last thing they did before the spell started working was to put the small glass fragment in their pocket. They couldn’t not look now and even if they could, they wouldn’t. 

“Come here,” the villain said, and the hero fell into his arms. 

After, when their hand had been bandaged and their head rested on the villain’s chest they tried to remember what they did today but the images were blurry and the more they thought about it, the bigger the headache grew. They let the villain play with their hair as the numbness washed over their body.

Concept #10

A group of villains team up on the city’s most powerful and respected hero. Once they manage to reveal the hero’s secret identity, they’re shocked to find out that the hero is a child.

Lilith and Lucas's Friendship

Lucas: Does something stupid

Lilith: Drinks tea and sighs I'm gonna fucking murder him

The ropes were incredibly thick, bounding the hero tightly to the chair. They tried to wiggle their way out but the ropes only dug deeper into their flesh. Shoot shoot shoot.

[Hero] gazed at their friends who banged against the container desperately, cursing at the criminal as they stalked towards the hero.

"You've got two choices, dear hero." [Villain] murmured as they held a controller with two buttons in front of their face. "Incinerate the rest of the city or incinerate your friends."

"Screw you." [Hero] spat in [Villain]'s face. Their lover simply laughed as they wiped off the spit. If the hero knew who the love of their life really was, they would've never said yes.

"If you don't make a choice, I'll just press them both. And remember either option, you choose..." [Villain] pressed their lips onto their captive's cheek, grazing a finger over the ring on [Hero]'s villain. "You're stuck with me."

i wish all my beloved followers and mutuals a very “you find a fic that has the exact premise and characterization you’ve always wanted to see but never had the energy to write yourself and it’s really good and just as long as you want to read”

Prompt #24

"Sweetheart," Villain cooed with a sympathetic smile. "It's okay."

They pulled the limp hero onto their lap, brushing hair out of their eyes and scrubbing dirt off Hero's cheeks lightly with the pad of their thumb.

"It's not your fault that Organization failed to tell you you were their peace offering."

Villain's smile turned from soft sympathy to wicked amusement. "I have the funnest things planned for you."

Scooby-Doo Remake By Me

Because of the horridness that was Velma, I present my version of a modern Scooby-Doo remake in the "adult show" format. I have no ideas for the title

First off concept:

I’d imagine they're all in online college rather than in highschool. Velma would major in either law or history, Daphne is studying fashion, Fred is studying engineering, and Shaggy is studying psychology. Though one little change is rather than a group of monster hunters I’d imagine them as a small news company and they’re all basically journalists (as a part time job). I do want to follow the one mystery per episode format however I will be taking the idea of there being a string of murders that the gang is following. I guess how it would be implied that it's an adult show would be the gore, just a few swears, and maybe for characters arcs and side plots more adult topics are explicitly talked about. 

Fun little thing I’d like to add is the gang has a swear jar hence all their different catch phrases, I believe that Shaggy would swear the most. I would also make it so the gang travels around the world and we'd get to see different ghost folklore and history.

Now the fun part; The Gang

Velma:

Velma I imagine being a very book smart person with a more dorky personality. I imagine her being not very street smart and tends to be a bit unaware of the situation meaning she tends to be a bit brutally honest. She gets a bit far too invested in the mysteries. Velma would be very organized and controlled compared to the group and just really loves learning things and solving mysteries. I do imagine her being more introverted and not as willing to talk to others outside of the gang. I also just like the idea of an autistic Velma, which I think might fit.

Daphne:

Daphne I suppose would be a very upbeat and energetic person. I remember in some versions she was very damsel in distress type, so I just imagine her being reckless and clumsy so she gets into danger often but she can hold her own. She definitely loves the danger and adventure aspect of the mystery solving the gang does. I also just like the idea that she was in a very high up family so she’s very rich so she tends to be a bit unaware of what counts as expensive to others, so sometimes she just spends without thinking while the others stare confused. Daphne would definitely be the one interested in more horror related content.

Fred:

The golden retriever. The himbo. The sweet guy who just wants to make everyone happy. I imagine him being more kind and charismatic in this version and is just a very likable person, like a teddy bear. I do see the potential to make him someone who goes a bit too far in the self-sacrificing side of things. I also imagine that he is actually very intelligent (the traps) but focuses far too much on that one thing. I also just imagine his smart moments just come out at the most random times and he believes that its basic information doesn't explain anything so everyone else (maybe except Velma) is confused. I believe in the idea that Fred’s catchphrase is fuck and everytime he says that he puts a coin in the swear jar. ADHD coded Fred, just an energetic person with strange fascinations (aka traps)

Shaggy and Scooby:

Shaggy I don’t know why but based on what we already know I imagined he’d be a very sarcastic person. He also just really loves food and of course is a bit of a coward. Based on the idea from Lavender Town, I do wanna follow the idea of Scooby being a service dog however I’d make him an anxiety service dog instead. I do like the concept of Shaggy suffering from anxiety and maybe developed the habit of overeating. For Scooby, if he talks then he talks but I love the idea of his situation being similar to Groot meaning everyone in the gang can understand him but everyone else (including the audience) can't understand anything. Shaggy is the coward of course but I also imagined he’s actually somewhat of a jock and is often used as a distraction because of his speed. Also based of his past interpretations he would be a pretty sassy and sarcastic kind of dude here. He just seems to like insulting people in the past versions.

I have more doodles you guys are in luck