#seductive villain

[sunnynwanda]

suductive AFAB villan x AMAB hero where they end up tied up and when trying to tease the hero the hero breaks free and decides to have their way with the villan

Fair Warning

Warnings: suggestive/ slightly spicy, knife play, mutual pining - yep, they're hot for each other

Hero coughs, spitting on the ground to get rid of the all-too-familiar sickening sweet taste of the chloroform. He runs the tip of his tongue over his busted lip, cursing under his breath as he slowly becomes aware of his body. His hands are chained up over his head, eyes blindfolded.

He swears again, practically growling as the recognition of his enemy's signature moves sinks in.

Villain is going to pay for this. Dearly.

He barely manages to finish the thought when something cold and rather sharp grazes the skin of his collarbone, causing a unpleasant shiver across his shoulders. Next comes a quiet snickering laugh, and Hero almost smiles sneers at the sound.

"You little-" he grumbles, but Villain cuts him off, musing into his ear.

"Uh-uh," the dagger presses into Hero's skin, drawing blood and a sharp inhale through his nose. Villain grins and, upon realising that he cannot, in fact, see her cocky smirk, pulls the blindfold off. "Hello there."

Hero cannot help himself as he rolls his eyes at her theatrics, watching as Villain purses her full delicious lips, feigning offense. "You're not gonna greet me? How rude."

Her dagger trails a tantalizing path along his jawline, earning a groan from the back of his throat and another reaction from farther down his body. One he is increasingly more aware of.

"Stop it," he warns, eyes dark as he takes in their surroundings, calculating an escape route in less than four minutes. Two minutes to free his hands, one to wipe that smug smirk off her pretty face and another to make it out of the window.

"Stop what?" Villain inquires, tilting his chin up with the blade, her lips dangerously close to Hero's skin when she leans in, speaking in a seductive whisper. "Am I making you uncomfortable?"

"Not the word I'd choose," Hero roughs out, his voice hoarse. He bites the inside of his cheek as he tries not to focus on the scent of her hair that floods his nostrils or the growing discomfort in his pants. Maybe kevlar was not the best choice for a costume.

Villain hums, leaning back as her hand drags down his chest, mapping out his muscles through his shirt as she goes. "Mmm, what word would you use then?"

His eyes zero in on her lips until they curve into a smirk, the sight downright sinful. Hero coughs, trying to ignore the images flashing through his mind. Not the time, Hero. Not the time.

"What are you-" His question is cut short when Villain turns the dagger, slicing his shirt open for her eager eyes.

Hero inhales when his smouldering skin comes into contact with the cool air of her lair. Villain ignores his reaction, allowing her free hand to glide over his skin, relishing in the shiver that runs down his spine.

"Are you gonna be a good boy and do me a favour?" She asks, flattening her palm over his stomach before meeting his gaze, too distracted to notice the subtle movement of his fingers against the chain.

"You know the answer is no," Hero mutters, looking at her with heavy-lidded eyes. He has half a mind to agree and see where exactly she's going to take this but decides against it. For now.

"You haven't even heard it yet," Villain reasons, her bottom lip forming a pout that he's desperate to bite into. She steps forward, standing much closer than safety protocols allow.

"Doesn't matter," Hero shakes his head for good measure, his entire demeanour demonstrating conviction.

"Oh, but it does," Villain argues, her tone playful as her fingers trace the outlines of his abs in their descent down his body.

"No..." Hero warns, unsure if he's responding to her words or actions. Both would be an outright lie, but none of it matters when he finally manages to unhook his chain and avoid her noticing.

"But-" Villain makes one more attempt, but Hero interrupts her with a fair warning.

"Shut it," he snaps, jerking forward in a mock attack. "Before I make you regret drugging me and bringing me here, where no one can help you."

That statement earns a disbelieving chuckle from Villain. "Oh? You think you can?" She teases, narrowing her eyes as she watches his chest rise and fall in ragged breaths.

"Try me," Hero offers her a wolfish grin, tilting his head to the side, the challenge clear in his tone.

Villain licks her lips with an amused grin, leaning closer to him - exactly where he wants her.

"Asshole," she taunts, the tip of her nose brushing his.

"Brat," Hero growls, jerking forward again and smashing his lips to Villain's. Before she can process what's happening, he rips the chains down and apart, and, in mere seconds, it's her arms that are up in the air, wrists chained together in one swift motion.

"Fuck..!" Villain groans, earning a deep chuckle from her nemesis.

"That's exactly what I'm gonna do to you," Hero assures her, shrugging his ruined shirt off his shoulders before stepping closer. His hands move to her hips, shifting her to the wall behind her. She meets his gaze, defiant yet clearly flushed. "Got something to say?"

"Yes," Villain nods, gasping when he hoists her up, pinning her against the wall with his body as his hands wrap her legs around his waist.

"What would that be?" Hero murmurs, plucking the dagger out of her fingers and holding her gaze as he uses it to cut her costume open down the front.

Villain glares at him for the payback, attempting an indignant look, but her hiss turns into a stiffled moan when Hero's head dips into the crook of her neck. She bites her lip, exhaling loudly when his hips buck against hers. "This was the favour."

"For me to have my way with you, baby?" Hero chuckles at her admission, his mouth attaching to her burning skin as his hands grip her thighs greedily. "I know."

A/N: Gosh, I've been waiting to write for so long, you don't even know... Thank you so much for reading (all of you) and for the request (whoever you are, I like your mind xD)! It had me typing wildly at 1 am. I hope I understood the requested genders correctly, but if it's wrong, please let me know.

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[mystic-novella]

cw: suggestive

“You know for someone with such a handsome face, it really is a shame you frown so much.”

Hero feels a sudden warmth spread to their cheeks and the tip of their ears. They glance up to see a sweet, yet poisonous smile on the villain’s face. It was so strange how one moment they were throwing fists and shouting insults at eachother only to end up in a compromised position like this.

They couldn’t have predicted Villain climbing on top of them in the middle of their fight like this, but it was obvious at this point it was a rather clever technique to distract them. Gears started turning in their head, and they weren’t sure how to react as their nemesis cupped their cheek with a feather-light touch and a piercing look in their eye. It was enough to give them a fluttery feeling in their stomach, one they wished wasn’t as pleasant as they liked to admit.

The hero despised how alluring his expression was, as they leaned closer with parted lips. Only Hero understood the consequences of sharing a kiss with the devil, yet they didn’t move away.

“I- I…What?” They asked while stumbling over their words, unable to fully process Villain’s comment.

“As a matter of fact, I quite enjoy you when you’re like this,” The villain chuckled heartily as they held the other’s chin. “so vulnerable and speechless…it’s honestly rather adorable. More entertaining than when you try to act all tough.~”

“Shut up.” The hero grunts, attempting to retrieve their anger from earlier but not nearly as convincing as before. “You’ve tried this a thousand times, it’s still not gonna work on me.”

The villain simply pouts as they trail a finger up the crimefighter’s chest, noticing their breath hitch. “How disappointing…Though I suppose you have been the stubborn type, hm? Never the type to be honest with your feelings.”

Hero scoffed, lightly shoving the Villain away from them. “And why the hell would that matter to you?” They growled, only for their charming opponent to respond with a toothy grin. The villain gazed at them intensely, tracing a finger across their cheek which slowly turned scarlet.

“Because…I notice how you put a front around the public. Your fans. Your colleagues. Your so-called “friends”. You have a reputation to uphold, so naturally you put up that stoic facade around the people that rely on you.” The villain spoke in a hushed, velvety tone as they casually wrapped their arms around hero’s shoulders. “Well…all except for me.”

Hero’s eyes widened and they attempted to stare at anything else in the room to escape Villain’s alluring presence and the skin-tight leather touching their skin. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“There’s no need to lie to me puppy.”

Their honeyed voice along with the sudden pet name nearly flooded the hero’s senses, almost enough for them to listen to any of the villain’s commands.

“Don’t you want to be free…? I know you must be so tired of hiding. So, why not let yourself go, hm~?”

It didn’t take long for their enemy to brush their lips against theirs, soon giving the hero the night of freedom they had always desired.

[gingerly-writing]

Prompt #3515

"And you? You're disqualified. Siren Call is way too much of an advantage."

The villain shrugged. "Fine by me. I'm not interested in seducing [hero] anyway."

"Oh, come on, they're the most attractive person in the city. Everyone is interested in seducing [hero]!"

"Not me." Because I already have them.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The girls are plottinggggg

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[drrav3nb]

😳😳😳

[momomallowart]

The King of Villains 👑

[verycharismaticdragon]

I am DONE done with black lotus Binghe's robes

I have a bunch of photos to edit but. tomorrow

For now, please enjoy this picture of Shen Qingqiu having first-world problems 😑

[eloise175]

VADTD Novel spoilers - side stories chapter 32

A guide to seduction with the sillies: Penelope the girlfailure of them all who is actually very jealous over her not husband, and Callisto the idiot sandwich who is as dense as ever and got his clothes ripped to shreds because of it

Drunk Penelope is an absolute menace hfhsbsjs ‘Mr. Regulus’ is peak rizz, W Penelope rizz 🦅🦅

Callisto shall learn the true feeling of being manhandled into submission from this moment onward ✨

[esevik]

Sorry for saying this but Dante, the final villain in Fullmetal Alchemist 03 is one of the most incompetent villain's I've seen. Or rather, for all the talk about her being a powerful alchemist she doesn't live up to the hype.

Her plan is to cause misery upon people in the hopes one of them starts searching for the philosopher's stone out of desperation. Then, when this potential person then creates a stone she'll take it from them and use it to keep herself young/hop body to someone younger and prettier. The reason she needs someone else to create the stone is because she herself don't know how to create one. This 500+ years old woman, who was right next to Hohenheim when he created a stone, someone who knows the ingredients to a philosopher's stone, somehow doesn't know how to create one.

I can buy Hoenheim hiding the specifics of how it's done from her, but that she still doesn't know after 500 years? That she needs Ed, a fifteen year old who only studied about the stone for about four years, to create one for her instead of her doing it herself. It doesn't make sense.

The only "amazing" alchemy thing she seems to have done is to create Pride, a homunculous who can age, but how she did that is never explained.

[catluniscia]

The Goblin Queen marked

Goblin Queen aka Madelyne Pryor, the genetic clone and then some of Jean Grey...comics are complex. She finally was shown in 97, and it's kinda cool to be honest. Wondering if the series goes on what she will be doing. Her character is interesting, and aparently in comics right now she has a Scythe called "The Scythe of Sorrows." And we know my weakness for a Scythe wielder with a dark aesthetic. You know when I wrote the blurb for the sketch for those who are subbed to my behind the scenes. (which I highly recommended if you wanna help support me as an artist) I mentioned I would do Green fire...uuuuh well I will be honest it has been a bit of time between sketch posting and finish product, like a few months cause I thought this would be a cool halloween month art. I did normal fire fire...and I am way too lazy to fix the fire. This was a pain to color and plan lighting and blah and To be honest I think it looks fine, and like maybe the fire changed or something, I don't know. Please enjoy this art.

[sunnynwanda]

Seduction Subversion

Warning: Suggestive. Spicy. Quite descriptive. Minors DNI

When Hero decided to seduce Villain to keep them occupied before a high-profile event in the city, they did not expect their nightly patrols to turn into regular trips to the enemy's lair. And yet they did.

The mayor had summoned them that day to inform them that the country's elite would be arriving shortly and that they needed to keep Villain as far away from the city hall as possible. Any necessary resources would be provided for them to keep the criminal at bay.

Hero spent two full days thinking about possible distractions, but nothing seemed grand enough to overshadow the event. It was then that the insane idea first crossed their mind. They shook their head at the ridiculousness of the thought and let out a low chuckle. One must be either completely deranged or desperate to even consider that. They were sat by their desk, sipping their eighth coffee in four hours. Come to think of it, it could have been a side effect of excessive caffeine consumption. Adding the issue they had been mulling over day and night created a ground for asinine ideas. They brushed it off as swiftly as it had popped into their head. Yet the thought never truly left their mind.

They land on a ledge, glancing over their shoulder to ensure no one is following, and let themselves in. Villain's bedroom smells of lavender and candle wax - the scent had become familiar to them in the last couple of months. They remember the first time they snuck here. Villain had raised an eyebrow.

"I thought we agreed to refrain from attacking on personal territory?" they had asked, unamused by Hero's intrusion.

"I'm not here to attack," despite their calm demeanour, Hero's heart was quivering in panic in their chest. They shrug to look more at ease.

"Then?" Villain disregarded the gesture, facing them with confidence. It wasn't entirely unexpected that Hero would show up today of all days. They expected to be arrested under ridiculous charges when they learnt of the high-ranked visitors that were of no interest to them. Yet they didn't say anything.

"I want to talk," Hero started vaguely. They had no idea what to say. They hadn't thought this far ahead because they had been freaking out as is. Thinking about it was only going to reel them more. After all, the only way of avoiding anxiety was pure improvisation. Except it wasn't helping Hero's anxiety now.

"Well?" Villain had prompted, and Hero did the only thing they could think of. They grabbed Villain by the shoulders and smacked their lips over Villain's mouth.

In all honesty, Hero expected a slap or a punch to the guts, but none followed. Instead, Villain's lips parted in a gasp, allowing Hero's tongue to slide in. Their fingers dug into Hero's forearms, and Hero, lost in the moment, pulled Villain closer, only to be pushed hard against the chest. They stumbled back, a horrified expression plastered on their face. Villain's eyes were unreadable.

"I- I'm sorry," they whispered, ashamed of what they had done. But, Villain pressed a finger to their lips, silencing them as they walked towards them, forcing Hero to take several steps back.

They only stopped when the back of Hero's knees hit the edge of their bed. Hero glanced at it before meeting the barely controlled gaze of their nemesis, waiting for their next move. But Villain seized to move, allowing Hero to decide if they were ready to proceed. If they wanted to. Hero could have stopped right then and there. Yet they did not. 

When they pulled Villain's shirt off, leaving a trail of kisses on their collarbones, Hero couldn't remember why they were there. When Villain leaned in, raking their long fingers through their hair, Hero couldn't remember what their mission was. By the time Villain rolled off them, falling onto the bed as heavy pants escaped their lips, Hero had forgotten there was an event in the city.

All they could remember were the soft moans and hushed curses Villain let out as they undressed each other. The way their muscles tensed and eyes darkened when Hero bit their earlobe or dug their nails into their thighs, pulling them closer until no space was left between them. The way their breath shuddered when their chests pressed together in feverish friction.

Hero jumps off the windowsill and crosses the room, discarding their clothes as they go. They slide under the covers and are met by Villain's arms that wrap around them and pull them against their lover's chest.

"You're late today," Villain whispers into their ear. Hero nods. They want to tell them about the patrol, complain about some foolish thieves that tried to rob a convenience store, but the moment Villain's lips touch their shoulder, they forget everything.

When Hero decided to seduce Villain to keep them occupied before a high-profile event in the city, they did not expect to utterly and irrevocably crash into love with the enemy. And yet they did.

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[atopvisenyashill]

do u ship reylo? 👀

[loverhorror]

@tvdfanpage22 SHE'S TOO MUCH!!!!!! 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

[tawneybel]

Note: For judge-m0rt1s. 

“Make my monster grow!” 

You opened your mouth to explain there wasn’t a need for magic, then snapped it shut when Rita’s hand snaked out of its roomy sleeve. Her well-groomed nails could have easily embedded themselves in your skin. You didn’t feel in harm’s way. Shrill gloating was the closet thing to torture, so far, that she had subjected you to. 

Considering you were actually fond of Rita’s screech, being captured wasn’t so bad. You weren’t sure why she was boasting, though. The Putties had apprehended you. There’d been zero resistance. Plus Rita Repulsa’d been kind enough to provide a couch. Which she had parked herself on, very modest dress invading your space. 

Modest, aside from the bra. Eat your heart out, Madonna.

Again you wondered whether to explain no magic wanders were needed to make “her” monster grow. Because it was hard to say no to this villainess. Supervillainess. Her and Lord Zedd were not an item. She made that much clear. The Putty Patrollers were outside. Presumably at her beck and call, but only if she screamed loudly enough. Which wouldn’t be a problem. Not that you necessarily planned on making her scream. The sofa was potentially ample enough for sixty-nining. Rita, once disrobed, would be dainty enough to be picked up and satisfied orally. 

A series of wonderful visions paraded through your mind. Rita deciding to keep her collar on. Rita letting her cups… er, cones fall from her pert breasts. Rita letting her hair down. Rita thwacking one of the Rangers who decided to rescue you. Rita letting the Putty Patrol escort the Power Ranger out due to a truce because your magic staff is just that good. 

“I’m not wearing underwear!” she shrieked. 

You winced. Dragged from your daydream of alternating positions. Silvery blue-accentuated eyes narrowed at your reaction.

“Well, technically you’re not going commando.”

Rita tilted her head. “Huh?” 

She followed your gaze. Rita laid the wand across your laps (very trusting of her!). Then her hands snapped to her bust, unsnapping the spiked brassiere. Her Elizardbethan collar came off with it.

Despite her general modesty, and having been stuck in a space dumpster for millennia, Rita Repulsa had a pretty even tan.

[dontheckinswear]

figuring out how i want to draw these guys! getting into danmei has made me way more passionate about making sure their faces are distinctive haha. it’s so easy to draw characters as looking way too similar since they all have long dark hair. i’m not 100% set on their hairstyles but but i love character design so this was fun exercise :)

[phyrexian-lesbian]

People hating on qimir's characterisarion have never read a book written by a woman.