Your Daily Raging Llama

Where I reblog other people's stuff! so that my main blog won't be crowded for goodness sake-

[meadowidows]

Heya and this is Abri- You prob may (or may not) know me as Abrithesobbingram (My main blog lmao)

This account is just for reblogging other people's stuff so that my account would not be crowded and yall can prob find my new stuff easily

Anyways enjoy your stay ig-

[happyheidi]

[dainluvr]

Bro nobody talks abt the embarrassment when your post absolutely flops like what do I do now? do I keep it up and hope it somehow blows up? do I take it down out of pure humiliation? like…..

[saltydumplings-deactivated20260]

Prompt #44

"So what sets you off?" the therapist asked.

"I-I don't know..."

They tapped their pen against their notes, eyeing the other over the rim of their glasses. "I think you do. I think you know exactly what your trigger is."

The hero didn't respond at first. Their gaze remained dark, focused down on bruised knuckles whilst their shoulders tensed, but eventually they found their voice.

"Everything," they whispered.

The therapist paused.

"What?"

"Everything - everything sets me off. I am so angry all of the time." The hero's fists clenched, body pulling so taut that they shook. "And I don't know how to fix it..."

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Soooooo the series is over…

What do you think?

I despise you for that ending

I loved it

Voting ended onApr 6, 2023

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Cat’s 3K Series

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

Part Five

“Do you think I’m a bad person?” The villain sucked another hickey into the hero’s neck with a precision and calculation the hero didn’t know from lovers. Apparently, the villain was more than attentive: they were not only considerate of the hero’s wounds but also of their reactions.

Whatever they did to make the hero moan, they kept doing it until the hero was too overwhelmed with pleasure. Hungrily, the hero had watched them stitch the reopened wound again. A slow burning had overtaken their brain and heart, making it impossible to think well.

The villain had more self control, though. They calmed down the hero, made them go slower, urged them to relax more. Even though they let the hero sit on their lower stomach, they were fully leading the those situation with their hands in the hero’s hair and on their waist.

Every now and then, one of them hissed out of pain, especially the villain when the hero got a little too excited.

Both were far from being healed.

“You’re not a bad person,” the hero said.

“I can be very rude,” the villain whispered against the hero’s lips which made the hero smile.

“Yes, but…you came back. You could’ve gone anywhere but you chose to be with me.”

The villain wasn’t so eager now and the hero thought they had something wrong. Had turned a switch, had scared the villain and now they were quiet again.

“I didn’t tell you everything,” they confessed.

“I know. But I know what I need to know.” The hero kissed their cheek gently, staring at the band aid on the villain’s face.

“I never told anyone before but I think you might understand what it feels like.” The hero’s attention switched to the villain’s serious eyes. It was true, their adrenaline was spiking from pleasure and they wanted the villain so bad but this was more important than their desires.

Whatever the villain was gonna say, it was going to be horrible, the hero knew that.

“I come from a family of means and…when I was younger a criminal organisation decided to use that. They kidnapped me and my brother. My reluctance bothered them obviously, so they did a lot of fucked up stuff. Beat me up. Put me in cells with worse people, forced me to kill others for their entertainment. My parents kept giving them money to reassure our safety but once I got more violent, they started to give me weapons.”

The hero bit the inside of their cheek again. Hard enough that it hurt. They couldn’t imagine what it must’ve felt like. Being separated from their family like this, fighting to survive, being forced to kill people…Eventually their mind wandered to the plane crash to find something they could compare this with.

Thankfully, they hadn’t known anyone on the plane. But waking up in the jungle with their leg shattered, being experimented on after…suffering was suffering, no matter what. Suffering ate and didn’t leave. Even if the worst was over, it stayed and infected the brain. It stuck around to punch them in the face every now and then.

Subconsciously, they took the villain’s hand.

“And they sent me on missions. Made an assassin out of me. All backed up by the promise they wouldn’t hurt my little brother in return. He’s nine now, doesn’t even remember our family anymore. I— I don’t know what to do. I’m still coming back to them for my brother. My parents seem to be still alive. At least, the money keeps coming in. I’m just so tired of this. I’m so tired of fighting and running around like a dog.”

The villain swallowed and the hero could see the little tears gathering in their eyes.

“Hey,” the hero said gently. They cupped the villain’s face and wiped the tears away with their thumbs. “We can work together, okay?”

They kissed the villain slowly, lovely.

“We can do this together. We can make a plan, gather resources. I can steal tech from the agency. They won’t notice if we’re quick. We can free your brother and you can return home. Change our names and move to another city.”

The villain nodded slowly, red eyes trying not to look at the hero as a few other tears rolled down their face.

“Thank you,” they whispered. It was their turn to kiss the hero and they did. Not as passionately as before but tenderly, lovingly. It was a scary thought for the hero. Loving someone was messy and complicated and difficult. But they were certain if there was one person in the entire world who could understand them and their pain, it was the villain. The villain was the only one who was able to protect them, who was on their side.

So, they allowed themselves to get lost in the moment. To enjoy the warmth the villain gave them, to mumble reassurances and little compliments until the villain’s ears go red. Everything was perfect and for a moment the hero felt like they were healed. Until the villain got the text message.

They let their phone beep once, then twice. With a sigh and an uttered sorry, they sat up and took their phone out, scrolling on the display until they found the right message. Apparently, the villain didn’t check them.

The hero didn’t see the message. But they saw the villain’s pale face.

“Are you…?”

“Where did you put my suit?” The villain’s voice was scarily cold and the hero’s throat burnt. Was this some sort of protection? Turning into a cold wall to keep themselves form feeling anyway.

“I…I think it’s in my bathroom somewhere. It’s totally ripped apart, though, I don’t think you can—” Not answering, the villain stood up and disappeared in the bathroom.

“Hey, what is going on?” The hero followed them just as quickly. All the progress, all the secrets they had revealed to each other seemed to be falling apart.

“Whatever it is, we can work through it,” they promised. The villain looked around the bathroom, their movements almost mechanical. They found their suit in the bathtub where the hero had tried to clean it.

“No, we can’t” the villain answered bluntly.

“We can. We decide what we do with our life. How we act. Those are decisions only we can make for ourselves.”

The villain turned around, looking at the person they had wanted to devour a few minutes ago.

“It doesn’t work like that,” they said. “People like us aren’t allowed to decide.”

“No, that’s not the true—” They took a step forward to touch the villain’s arm but the villain moved away, as if the hero would burn themselves if they touched them. “Please, whatever happened, we can do this together.”

The villain turned around, heading for the door but the hero didn’t give them up that easily.

“Please,” they begged. “We can’t run away from our problems anymore. We both deserve to be happy. We both deserve a life.”

The villain breathed in and turned around. Once again, tears ran down their face, worse this time. Surprisingly, they walked up the hero and kissed them. It was quick but the hero knew it now. This was love. It was all of it. The good stuff, the bad stuff. The hurt and the comfort.

But it ended too soon and with that, the villain took all the warmth the hero had discovered these past few days with them.

“Leave the city,” the villain said. “Get away from the agency. You deserve a good life. You deserve to be happy.”

“But I want to be happy with you.” The hero felt tears rising as well. Confusion and grief together made them want to make drastic decisions. They grabbed the villain’s forearm.

“There will be someone else who can take care of you.”

“I don’t want someone else.”

“No. You’re in danger when you’re with me,” the villain argued. They were crying, their nose was running. “This is what they do.”

They showed the hero the message. They’d sent a picture of a severed finger, blood all over the concrete where it lay. In the background, a crying boy. Told you to remember my puppy.

Looking away, the hero whispered a simple “no,” unable to believe the horror they had seen, unable to believe that worse might happen to the villain too.

“They sent me your address,” the villain said. They could barely breathe. “Leave. God, please leave the city, I am begging you.”

The hero shook their head over and over again.

“But I love you,” they whispered.

“I told you. We aren’t allowed to make those decisions. We don’t get what we want.”

With one last longing gaze, they looked at the hero, not ready for the goodbye. Not ready for the pain. And yet both knew this was it. There was no turning back from this.

Both knew what suffering was. But they had never felt anything like this before.

[epiclamer-deactivated20241016]

Feeling like reading horny rn so flirty villain and flustered hero except hero finds out that villain is actually kinda,,, yknow,, shy and then things turned steamy hehe

ofc no rush i just wanna slip a request here-

CW: SMUT

Role Reversal

There had been an array of different situations in which the hero and villain had wound up stranded together. Hero never planned their whole month out for the sake of it, because they always got stuck. Whether it be for a week, or a single hour, they always got stuck.

Never before had Hero a problem with it. Sure, their ideal Sunday night was not to be trapped in an air vent with their nemesis or turning green out on a boat at sea. But it never caused any damage that couldn’t be undone.

Just an inconvenience.

Hero tapped their fingers mindfully on the dark oak table, eyes boring into the king sized bed covered in rose petals ahead of them.

Unfortunately, planning around constant disturbances—such as this one—enabled any chance at up-keeping intrapersonal relationships. Or so the agency liked to call them.

The hero figured love-lacking was just as efficient.

For the second time this month they had been broken-up with because of their constant disappearances. Even when they tried to explain the situation, they just weren’t around enough.

They were always with Villain.

Villain this and Villain that, a new trap or a new mission always led them back to each other. And it was because of this that Hero couldn’t keep a relationship. It was because of this that they couldn’t love nor be loved.

A gentle tap on their forehead startled the hero out of their thoughts. Whipping around to see the partly dressed villain, water droplets pooling at the ends of their hair.

“I know it’s infuriating, but I don’t think you can kill a bed with your eyes, sweetheart~” Villain laughed, a chest laugh, an honest laugh, one bordering on intimate.

Hero’s eyes scanned over their nemesis once, twice, three times— Before the villain caught their attention once more, grasping the other’s chin with their fore fingers, tilting it up until their gazes met.

The smile that graced their lips only fuelled the hero’s boiling pit of anger even more. Did they think this was funny? Locked and stranded in a love hotel? Never being cared for or loved? Being dumped because of these stupidly constant rendezvous?

They huffed, pulling their face from the villain’s hold as they stood up and turned around. The image of the half-dressed and freshly showered criminal still imprinted in their mind.

“It’s because of you that I can’t have nice things.” It came out harsher then they had meant, but Hero kept reminding themselves that Villain was at fault for their losses. If anything, they deserved to be treated harshly.

Villain scoffed, voice cracking for a moment before they masked it with a cough. “Oh really?” Both hands landing on either side of the hero pressed against the counter, caging them between the tile and Villains body.

It took every molecule in the hero’s body not to turn around and clock the villain in the face. Maybe if they were lucky they’d dislocate their jaw.

The villain’s breath was on their ear now, hot and heavy as they teased and teased and teased. “Make me pay for it.”

They snapped.

Hero turned around, everything slowed down to a blur, unspilled emotions bubbled up inside them after such a long day. Heartbreak mixed with rage and suddenly both their hands were on the villain’s face and they kissed them. Lips against lips and they didn’t hesitate another second, catching the now flustered villain off guard enough to stumble them backwards into the wall.

All they could think about was Villain. How much they hated them for ruining their love life, how much they hated them for taking up their entire schedule. Hero was so sick of the villain’s flirting and innuendos.

Yet, they wanted nothing more then to have them right here and right now.

The crime-stopper pulled away, getting a good look at the villain’s red and blotchy face. Their wet hair falling over their eyes, swollen lips and heavy breaths, eager eyes practically begging for more. They were so fucking perfect. Hero was going to devour them tonight.

“Get on the bed.”

Villain only hesitated for a second as they tried to comprehend what was going on, but it was a second too long for the hero. They pulled the other back into a kiss, working furthermore in sync now that they were used to the rhythm, Hero dragged the villain backwards and onto the bed.

Flipping them so that the hero was on top, legs straddling the villain’s as their kiss grew rougher and passionate. Pulling away once more, Hero grinned when they had to pin the villain’s shoulders with their hands to keep them down.

In every encounter the two of them shared, Villain always flirted. They had this suave attitude that drove the hero mad and hardly even flinched in the face of danger. Even the Superhero found them charming.

But in this moment, Villain was theirs. Finally, they had broken through their hard shell to their blushing mess of an interior and it was a better rush of reward than any crime-stopping had ever provided.

Hero noticed the villain’s desperateness. How even now as they were pinned to the bed, they pushed their hips up against the hero’s in search of friction. How they groaned when the other pulled away and chased the hero’s taste on their lips. “You’re so needy…”

With an evil glint in their eyes, Hero leaned their head back down, mouth moving instead to Villains neck rather than their lips, gently rocking their hips against the villain’s momentum. “You just need it so badly, hm?”

They didn’t wait for the villain to answer, “can’t go so much as a week without my attention…” they bit down gently as they sucked a hickey under the villain’s collarbone and the other moaned as their hips shot up. Movements suddenly sporadic as they lost their momentum, animalistic almost as their hands reached to push the hero’s hips down even harder.

“All worked up over the slightest movements…” The hero watched in satisfaction as the villain’s body dripped with sweat instead of water. Losing any cleanliness it might have gained from being washed as Hero began to reach even lower with their trail of hickeys, making their way down painfully slowly.

Villain whined as the hero continued with their torture. Slowing their grinding to just a fraction, merely to tease the villain. They wanted to edge them. Wanted to make them beg and scream all night long before they got to finish. Wanted to keep the villain from the end until they were broken.

Releasing a hand from Villain’s shoulders as they reached it down, letting their fingers dip below the waistline of the criminal’s pants a few times before pulling them down. Not wasting anymore time as they altered their positioning, sitting lower—on the villain’s thighs—until they were sat comfortably enough to let their hand wander back to where the villain wanted it most.

Toying with them with featherlight touches. Torturing them with occasional rubs against their palm. It went from ghostly delicate to perfectly harsh and back again. Over and over and over as Hero’s mouth made it’s way lower and lower and lower.

“F-Fuck, Hero— please…”

They smiled, lips resting just above the villain’s sensitive skin. They could lean down a single centimetre and devour the other in a fury. They could make the villain see heaven for hours with just their tongue. Put them on cloud nine while they worked them until they were dry.

Very slowly, Hero leaned forwards, lips connecting with the villain’s abdomen once more. Fully aware they could make the villain’s night if they went just a touch lower. Before beginning their crusade of kissing their way back up. Because, where was the fun in that?

[meadowidows]

Oh my lawdy I forgot I requested this but ZAYUM EPIC YOU NEVER FAIL TO AMAZE ME WITH SUCH AMAZING WRITING AAAA

The absolute role reversal, the switched flustered villain and the flirty hero is just AMAZING?? Not to mention the scrumptious smut like THIS IS GOOD 5 STAR DINNER

[save-the-villainous-cat]

just reread horny jail i beg for more pls

“I’m pleased to see you,” the villain said, a shit-eating grin on their face. They stood up from their armchair and walked over to their hero.

Even in their own home, they preferred to wear fancy clothes over casual ones. It was a habit, a little obsessive habit that demanded order and discipline. And the hero noticed that, too. At least their eyes bored into the villain’s body, searching for something to focus on. It was quite entertaining.

“I’ll be honest, I didn’t know if you’d make it out alive,” the villain said. “I never doubted your abilities, but…”

“You left me to die,” the hero said. They crossed their arms in front of their chest and the villain could see how their suit highlighted their muscles delicately. It had been a mistake to leave the hero behind. A small part of their mind had thought that…if the hero could just disappear, the villain’s heart would find some peace. But that wasn’t the case.

“Oh, you’re fine.”

“Bastard.”

“You look fine.” The hero glowered at them, clearly not amused but in a sense, they seemed more tired than angry. They always did. After all, they were carrying the whole world on their nearly broken shoulders.

“You’re an asshole,” they said weakly. “I thought we were good.”

“Oh, come on, can’t a villain have a bit of fun?” They focused on the hero’s lips, thinking about what they would feel like against theirs, what the hero would do to them if they had the chance. They imagined what the hero would be into and what they’d despise. They thought about the sweet sounds they would make.

The hero leaned against the door with their back and the villain leaned forward, their chests nearly touching.

“You hurt me,” the hero said. “I trusted you, I really thought we’d be a team. But once again, you betrayed me. I don’t know why I keep coming back to you.”

“My poor hero,” the villain whispered, their lips nearly touching the hero’s ear. Their breath was hot against the hero who was still kissed by the chilly air outside. And as the villain observed their enemy’s neck, they saw the goosebumps spreading.

“You’re cruel. You’re so cruel,” the hero said, frustration taking over the melody of their voice.

The villain tutted. “I know.”

I have to, they thought. This was the only way to keep the hero in their life. They would always fight each other, always loathe each other. Keep the cycle going, keep the pain hurting.

“I hate you,” the hero said. “I fucking hate you.”

The villain wanted to say something, wanted to apologise, fall to their knees and beg for forgiveness. Because they had fucked up. Guilt was something new to them but damn, it somehow sucked.

“Look, I…”

“I hate you,” the hero said again, tears running down their cheeks. “You fucking idiot.”

They grabbed the villain and pushed them against their chest. And against their better judgement, the hero kissed them roughly, putting all the pain into it. The villain got caught off guard and their eyes widened when the hero’s kiss grew into something pleasurable yet slightly painful. Using teeth and their tongue — being greedy and upset.

Their hands tugged at the villain’s pants, planning for greater moves. Eventually, the villain managed to pull themselves away.

“Stop it,” they said, catching the hero’s hands and peeling them off their cheeks. “What are you doing?”

The hero didn’t mind them and instead, kissed their neck slowly. The tears had stopped but the hero was certainly not alright. It felt like heaven but it was so, so wrong. Nearly hypnotised, not sure if they should enjoy this or stop the hero, they let the hero suck a hickey into their neck.

But then it clicked.

“Stop it,” the villain said again and this time, they pushed the hero away slightly. “Fuck, I didn’t mean to leave you. I didn’t…I shouldn’t have done that, okay? I know I messed up. I’m so sorry.”

The hero looked at them. “That means absolutely nothing to me.”

Their fingers dug into the villain’s shoulders again, ready to really start this.

But somehow, this one sentence broke the villain’s heart into two. Just a little.

[montammil]

Whumper gets Whumpee a little surprise for their birthday: Caretaker hanging upside down like a piñata, blindfolded, gagged, and thrashing. Whumper threatens to do much worse if Whumpee doesn’t participate, so they blindfold Whumpee as well and spin them around to make them dizzy.

“You’re being so ungrateful, dear. I did this for you. Maybe I’ll stuff Caretaker full of candy to give you some encouragement. Would you like that?”

Or…

Bad Caretaker who kidnaps Whumper for Whumpee’s birthday, and gets confused when they receive a horrified look from them.

“Why are you looking at me like that? Aren’t you happy? You can finally get revenge for everything they did to you! I thought that’s what you wanted.”

[thepenultimateword]

Short Prompt #155

“You’re awful quiet today,” Hero said, wriggling in their bonds with complete and utter disregard for the knife held lazily at their throat.

Henchman grunted softly but didn’t look at them.

Hero paused a moment in their struggle. “Really? That’s all your giving me? By now, you’re usually bragging about a bonus or your latest thing you bought with your bonus. Why so quiet?”

Henchman huffed a soft breath and stared even more intently at the floor, but they eventually mumbled, “I think I annoy people…”

Hero stifled the instinctual, What gave it away? Henchman really looked upset.

“Why would you think that?” they said instead.

“I don’t know…people don’t reply to me in the henchmen group chat…and Villain told me the other day when I tried to help with a scheme that I was being ‘too much.’ I thought I was making friends, but now…I’m not so sure.”

Hero finally managed to wriggle one hand free and rest it on Henchman’s shoulder. “You don’t annoy me.”

[urfriendlywriter]

softest love prompts:

(feel free to use<3 i literally cried through these, but 6th, 7th, 8th prompt just--made me bawl.) (tag me when yall writeee)

"you look like a flower, the prettiest one."

touching foreheads in a hug :(

not being able to contain a smile around them

searching for them in the crowd, and they're looking right at you with the fondest of smiles

"when you are tired, love, lean on me." "and when you are?" "I'll find comfort in your arms :)"

the hands that tug a little bit closer in a hug, a little bit of both hearts spilling into the same sink, a love that spills

that gaze--tired, soft, their thumb gently rubbing your cheek, noses touching, silently mumbling an "i love you"

feeling so much yet having no words to describe all of it :/ (at times like these, actions speaks so much!!)

when they're tired and they bury their face deeper into your crook in a hug :(((

braiding their hair. making them wear cute clips >\\<

gives you random small but thoughtful gifts

noticing your lover's small habits (like how they smirk when they're proud, how they tilt their head in confusion, how they smile when they're shy)

they tickle you and you fall on your bed, laughing. they stop midway, grinning, "your laugh. oh my god!!" followed by more tickle attacks<3333

head pats !

they get shy when you compliment them in public!

[kandi-store]

op im not joking I was just thinking about something like this when I saw the notif for ur post

also these are amazing I love em, ur super good!!

[mirohtron]

“You’ve seriously never thought about us kissing?” The superhero crooked an eyebrow. “We’ve been marinating in sexual tension for three years now.”

prompt by @gingerly-writing :> <333

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“You’ve seriously never thought about us kissing?” The superhero crooked an eyebrow. “We’ve been marinating in sexual tension for three years now.”

The villain choked. Went to hide their blushing face.

When they cracked two fingers apart to peak, the superhero was still staring at them through their cell's reinforced bars.

"No," they said. "You're a bit too terrifying."

That was not entirely true. The superhero was terrifying, yes. Loved by the masses. Feared by the criminal underbelly of the city. But the villain was enamoured, hopelessly, by that. The contrast between their charming, friendly persona that was reserved for the masses and their true cold, calculating demeanor left the villain hopelessly pining after them. They were incredible, truly. Perfection.

They ran their hands down their heated face and looked up.

The superhero's perfect face stared down at them. The villain looked down at their crossed legs instead. "I thought you were just toying," they mumbled. "With the flirting."

Silence, again. The villain glanced up at the superhero through their lashes.

The superhero tilted their head, observing. The villain pressed their lips into a hard line and crossed their arms, hunching their shoulders.

The superhero crouched down to meet their level. The villain tucked their chin in and leaned back, refusing to make eye contact. They heard the rustle of the superhero's gloves slipping off of their fingers. They dropped to the floor, right in front of the bars. The villain could've reached with their fingers through the bars and taken them.

"It doesn't change my offer," said the superhero. "I get you out of this cell in exchange for a kiss."

Had it not been for their dark skin, the villain was sure they would've lit up red. But they couldn't accept the offer, surely. They imagined even a brush of their fingers would leave the villain dizzy and swaying on their feet. They recalled, once, they'd thrown a stun bomb at the superhero and had them incapacitated for almost ten minutes. The superhero had risen up, suit torn because they had it remade every day because it was not completely reinforced so that the public could get glimpses of their skin (and that always, always left the villain faint).

They'd had them up against the wall, smiled down, body radiating heat, and said, "well, aren't you incredible?"

The villain's knees had turned to jelly immediately.

"I can get out of here on my own," they mumbled, biting their tongue right after they spoke so their brain wouldn't conjure up more memories.

"Is that so?" The superhero mocked a curious tone. "A little birdie told me you've bruised your whole body trying to break these bars."

The villain winced. They looked fully up at the superhero, then, and saw they had their cheek resting on their fist. Their eyes were lazily hooded. Their other hand rose to trail fingers down their own neck, to the side of their collarbone.

The villain's hand rose, automatically, to their own collarbone, to the bruise there that was exposed by the loose neckline of their shirt. They pulled it close. Their cheeks flushed for a different reason, then. They hated this cell and the way it suppressed their powers. It felt like one of their limbs had been cut off. They hated the Scientist—the villain that had trapped them here—for finding a way to suppress their powers even more.

They straightened their back. "Liar. This cell's shut down my powers. Maybe it's done that to you, too." They glanced back at the number of fortified doors the superhero had sauntered through when they first entered. They could've broken through those doors with ease.

Once more, the superhero crooked an eyebrow. They lifted their cheek from their fist and closed their fingers around one of the steel bars. The villain watched as it corroded beneath their skin.

They blinked. "Oh."

The superhero spread their hand in a voila gesture, raising both brows. "Oh."

Dumbly, the villain pursed their lips. They seriously considered the offer, then. Glanced at the superhero's lips. Thought of how it would feel to have their lips pressed against the villain's.

Their lips buzzed with sensation. Oh, they felt dizzy right then.

"I'm not an idiot, in case you weren't paying attention," said the superhero. They tilted their head and raked their eyes down the villain. "I can hear your heart thumping like a bunny on caffeine. I always have."

The villain squeaked and put a hand over their heart, as if that would do any good. "You—you make me nervous."

The superhero smiled, then, all sly. "I know I do."

The villain's flush heightened, impossibly so. They didn't even know they could get this flustered. "This is unfair. You knew."

"I'm a very unfair person."

"I'm bad."

The superhero shrugged. "I'm terrible."

The villain clenched their fist. Everything felt very, very hot.

The superhero leaned in. They caught the villain's chin through the bars, bare, callused fingers rough and warm on their skin. "You're good," they said. "You're very good. You're exceptional, able to outsmart even me, and you just keep your talents on the down low so no one snipes you."

Again, the villain pursed their lips into a line. Wobbly. Burning with the phantom sensation of the superhero's lips on their's. They had nothing, then, just the heat curling all around their body. Fingers going shaky. "You'll take me out."

"Mm." The superhero tilted the villan's chin as much as the bars allowed them. Ran their fingers around the underside of their jaw. Skated up to touch one burning cheek. They smiled again. "To dinner. Or lunch. Or a nice little rooftop if you kiss me." They scraped their thumb along the curve of their bottom lip.

The villain's lips parted automatically. They took in a quivering, nervous breath. "You'll get me out."

"Of course."

"How long have you liked me back?"

One corner of the superhero's mouth curled up. It wasn't a camera-ready smile. It wasn't sly. It looked a little evil. It made the villain's heart flip hopelessly. "I might let you know if you kiss me."

The villain clutched the bars and leaned close. The steel brushed cold against their cheeks. They had to know. Was it since they first drew the superhero's blood? Or from that time one of their inventions sent the superhero flying through ten walls? Or one of the times when they had them blushing, pressed flush to a wall?

The superhero chuckled to themselves, tipped the villain's chin up just a little, and kissed them.

The villain sighed and pulled them close and the superhero pulled them closer. Their hands sneaked beneath their shirt and ran over their back, their sides, teased the edges of their waistband. It stung just a little bit from the bruises, but the heat the superhero's hands left in their wake left them too brainless to think of anything else but them.

The superhero leaned back first. The villain would've followed their lips mindlessly if it hadn't been for the bars. But instead they stayed there, breathless, lips buzzing intensely, cheeks still pressed to the steel bars. They tapped the corroded edge of the bar the superhero had touched.

The superhero ran their hands around the bars in a huge circle, and they snapped right off. The villain barely had time to get to their feet before the superhero had scooped them up into another kiss. This one was hungrier, eager for a taste, and the villain had to tiptoe to properly kiss them. They leaned back for air.

"Since the stun bomb," said the superhero. "I've wanted a smart, pretty thing like you since."

"O—oh." The villain wasn't sure how to respond to that, properly. They were already afraid they'd been misjudged on the smart part. They thought the superhero had maybe kissed them dumb. But they found that they didn't need to respond, because the superhero was kissing them again.

They walked out hand in hand. The superhero left them on a nice little rooftop, cheeks burning, lips still burning and maybe a little swollen.

The villain touched a hand to their cheek, feeling the heat there.

Oh, they were head over heels.

[epiclamer-deactivated20241016]

Hero batted their lashes, putting on their best puppy dog look. “Pleaaaaase, Villain.” Trailing one finger down the other’s arm, watching their hair stand on end. “Won’t you do it for me~”

The villain gnawed uneasily on their bottom lip, worrying it between their teeth as they tried to tear their gaze from their nemesis. Every second only got them more and more addicted.

“Fuck… How can I say no to that?”

[bleedingintogold]

Leader woke up to a constant beep at his side, adding to the headache forming from too bright lights over his head. The first thing he registers is the familar scratchy blanket of the medical bay as he sits himself up. His head throbs as he tries to recall what got him here. The bandages around his skull not doing much to remind him.

He hears the voice of his superior outside the bay door, along with the thump of boots on tile. The man himself enters, two medical staff at his heels with clipboards.

"General, Leader has not woken up yet. He suffered head trauma and is still being monitored-"

"Look, the fucker is already awake! Leave so I can talk to him. That's an order!" He barked before his eyes landed on Leader. Leader felt his breath get stuck in his throat as General walked right to his bed. He couldn't even get a salutation out before he was dragged out of the bed by the back of his medical gown.

"General!" the medical officer attempted to get Leader away from him, catching the injured man before he hit the ground.

"I ordered you to go on a simple mission, in and out. At most, it was a mid-tier mission any of the lower ranked squadrons could have completed. So tell me, Leader. How did you fuck this up? How did you get a whole squadron sacrificed?"

"What?" Leader croaked, still winded from being yanked out of bed so suddenly. This did nothing but anger the General more. His brain was desperately trying to process his superior's words but he kept drawing blanks.

"You don't remember what you've done, Leader? I'll fucking show you,"

General pulled Leader in front of a curtain which had shielded the view of two other beds. The motion left Leader dizzy and the medical officer protesting angrily to leave their patient alone. He yanked the curtain to show him two members of Leader's squadron of six, Medic and Second-in-Command. Both of them were terribly injured, Medic with what looked like pressure bandages on most of his torso and a breathing tube down his throat. General harshly pulled Leader to Second-in-Command, forcing him to look at her with his hand tight around the back of Leader's neck. Second was awake but could only spare Leader a small glance before she drifted back off. She wasn't much better off than Medic, one leg in a thick cast and the other seemed to be missing under her blanket.

"Take a good look at them, Leader. Take a good look at the men you failed," Leader started to remember how Second-in-Command had pushed him out of the way of falling rubble and how Medic had warned him that the place was too dangerous.

"Leader, we can't proceed with this mission. The stakes are too high. This won't be worth it,"

"We'll be fine. Just keep your head in the game, Medic,"

But this was only two of them. Where were the other three?

"Wh-where..."

"The rest of your men, Leader? Come with me, and I'll show you,"

"General, please! Leader can hardly stand properly!" one of the senior doctors was here now, attempting to loosen the grip on Leader's gown.

"Yeah? Well he's much better off than his men now isn't he?" General manhandled guided Leader out of the main bay, towards a different one. The younger man clutched at the collar of his hospital gown to prevent it from choking him as it pulled on his neck. Leader's heart sunk when he realized which bay they were heading to. The one bay where patients who entered only exited to be buried.

"No," Leader said under his breath. His bare feet suddenly felt terribly cold on the tile.

He had gotten them killed?

General pushed his way through the medical staff who were putting the bodies in body bags. Leader looked down at them, Technician and...Youngest? Youngest didn't have a face anymore. He must have been shot directly at point blank range. The only thing that Leader could identify him with was the tattoo on his arm. A tattoo he had helped Youngest design just a month prior. He had been so proud of it, showing it off during training to the rest of the squadron. Technician's lower and upper body was seperated, held close by supports but not together. Leader felt sick.

"You see that, Leader? You see what you've done to my men? The fifth one was taken. Not only did you put your team out of commission, you also managed to get one of them snatched under your watch,"

General finally let go of Leader's neck, causing him to fall limply to his knees. He yanked Leader's head up to face him by a hand fisted in the younger man's hair.

Leader didn't hear the words General said to him, his vision blurring as voices and noise became muffled. He didn't react when a knuckle connected with his jaw and the voices around him became panicked and frantic.

"I'm sending you back to re-training tommorow, Leader. Maybe you can still be useful as a lesson to the others,"

It didn't matter what they did to him now. As far as Leader knows, he died with his squadron.

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Was inspired by a scene in The Bravest on Netflix where the captain was grabbed by the neck by another and forcibly dragged to look at some of the injured men.

[valthudershockheeler]

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[meowsikbox]

hey look more angst

so imagine this:

whumper using a restrained whumpee as a table— just having them laid over their lap and using their back to rest their paperwork on, maybe a book, maybe they’re cutting food… maybe they’re placing candles…

you see where I’m going, right?

maybe whumper presses down extremely hard when writing, to the point where they end up stabbing through the paper and into whumpee’s skin.

maybe the candles burn into whumpee’s back, the wax searing into their skin.

maybe whumper is cutting up a vegetable or something and ends up slicing whumpee a few times.

maybe whumper has a laptop that tends to overheat.

or maybe there’s no violence— just whumper reading or doing paperwork while using whumpee as a makeshift surface.

whumpee can do nothing but whimper and squirm— and even that makes whumper upset.

a squirmy surface makes for shitty handwriting, after all.

@sorry-not-sorry-whump @painsandconfusion @a-whumped-tea @whumpshaped @whumpster-fire @terrifiedtable @whumpsday @hidden-dreamland

[balticisstrange]

well now I have to make the joke

Whumpee panted heavily, pain shooting through their slides. Being used as the Whumpers' desk was bad enough, but at least the one who normally did so wasn't the type to have angry outbursts. Today, however, they'd been lent to the other, who had slammed their fist into them whenever they were enraged, causing many broken bones. Whumper A stared at them, looking like they'd just broken a window with a rubber ball. Whumper B stood in the doorway, displeasure written all over their face.

"Oh no," they muttered, walking past Whumper A and over to Whumpee.

"Our table..." they said in a distraught voice, poking at Whumpee's side and gasping quietly when they whimpered in pain.

"It's broken."

[meowsikbox]

what is wrong with you

[balticisstrange]

*pulls out a comically long list* Well, I'm cringe, a furry, I'm-oh, that was rhetorical. Uh, I like making nonsensical whump lmao sorry but not really

[meowsikbox]

noted noted

[save-the-villainous-cat]

A simply little request 😁, Hero hears Villain whimper and has a little "Oh shit" moment, in a horny way, not a "feels bad about it" way, as Spicy as you'd like, I just adore sub Villain :) -💌

The whimper made the hero’s pupils expand.

With their one hand on the villain’s collarbone and the other disinfecting the cut on their torso, they should’ve been occupied with work, having something to concentrate on that demanded undivided attention. Though they were occupied, their body reacted with an embarrassing flush.

What the hell was happening to them?

For over a month now, they were a lazy copy of themselves: messy and clumsy, confused and tired. Hell, they couldn’t even sleep properly and when they did, their dreams were flooded with unholy scenarios.

“Relax, it’ll be fine.” They put more pressure on the villain’s collarbone to push them into the ground, making the villain grind their teeth and dig their fingernails into the hero’s wrist.

“Damn you,” they moaned. When they threw their head back, the hero was starting to lose focus again. Unacceptable.

“Don’t move. I need to clean this wound or it’ll get infected,” the hero threatened as they squeezed the villain’s shoulder. They swallowed, feeling the sweat on their brow already.

They contemplated if they should kill the villain here and now. They were vulnerable, helpless, completely depended on the hero and maybe if the villain was out of the picture, everything would slip back into normality. Maybe the hero’s tormented mind would find some peace to sink into.

Of course that was a stupid idea. The villain was an asshole. Once, only once the hero had trusted them. They’d been on a mission together and at the end, the villain had stabbed them in the back. Metaphorically.

But even though the hero couldn’t trust them and even though they were annoying — those weren’t reasons to kill them.

“Your hands are so fucking cold,” the villain hissed.

“I think that’s the tiniest of your problems right now,” the hero answered. Their voice wasn’t any warmer.

“Fucking smart ass.” The hero’s eyes jumped to their enemy’s. Sometimes they imagined to be able to see behind that curtain of foul language. It was inexplicable to them but they wanted to be the person to understand the villain. They wanted to be the one who understood the pain and the grief, what essentially had made them to be like this.

“Be nice,” they warned. Once again, their eyes landed on the villain’s. In their irises were more colours than the hero had ever noticed and when they stared into the air, the whites decorated with prominent red lines, the hero saw similarities to scared animals in them.

That comparison wasn’t easy to digest. The hero knew the villain was a person, too but seeing that they were a person was something different.

“What makes you the monster?” the hero whispered. The sudden question surprised the villain, so much in fact, that their grip on the hero tightened.

“What makes you the hero?” the villain asked right back. They gestured with their head at the hero cleaning their wound. “This?”

“Maybe it’s the decision to spare you.” That answer made the villain chuckle but it didn’t last long. They pressed their eyes shut as the pain hit them.

“I’m the monster because you told me I am. You are the reason why. You are what made me like this,” they said. The hero swallowed. No.

“It doesn’t have to be like this,” they said, grabbing the bandages. “Let me pull some strings and I can arrange a fresh start for you.”

Again, the villain smiled and stupidly enough, the hero liked that. They wanted to help them, wanted them to themselves. To be the person that understood and accepted them.

“Oh, silly hero. You can’t help yourself, can you?” the villain asked. “Don’t you understand? It would destroy you to save me. Tell me, what are you without your monster?”

“I wouldn’t be without you, it just would be a different relationship.” They bit down into the flesh of their cheeks until they tasted metal.

“We don’t really want that, do we? Admit it, you like what we are. You like what we have. You love to push me into a wall and put handcuffs around my wrists. You love this. You want this.” There was something dangerous about the way they looked at the hero.

Something the hero couldn’t place.

Blushing and being unable to answer, the hero dipped some alcohol on the villain’s wound.

It made their enemy whimper again.