Wow I haven’t done a nameless drabble in actually so long. Idek how this came up I just got the urge and had to write it… hope u enjoy :3
cw: mind control, hero/villain whump, hero whumpee, pet whumpee, conditioned whumpee
He’s big and he’s tall, much larger than Villain, with his face smothered by his master’s lap as he kneels beside the seat.
It’s embarrassing, very much so, but there’s not much Hero can do about it but pretend it’s not happening the way it is. Even if his mind is scattered into bits and pieces by this point, he still holds the capacity to use an imagination.
Today, he thinks of himself as a dog, a good boy that listens and is obedient and doesn’t get hurt. Villain holds tight on his collar still, although Hero knows he won’t do anything stupid. For just a moment Hero can buy into the idea that he’s a puppy, well loved and cared for, tagging along with his owner to a bustling event. That might just get him through the evening.
In reality, which is not too far off from the dream he’s in, Hero has long been under the ownership of Villain, his now called master. There’s not always much love and care, but Hero is always a good boy. It is an event, one he wasn’t informed the details of. No one tells their dog things that don’t concern them. Only commands and orders, ones Hero will follow dutifully.
It wasn’t always like that between them. In the early days Hero would fight and refuse, unbeknownst to him the days that would fold ahead. It’s a blur now, especially the times even before that when Hero thought he was someone. A person even, with a face and mind he can barely recall. Villain has taught him many things since then, among those being the cold, hard fact that Hero is not human. He’s less than, just a showdog to be put into place.
Hero’s okay with that now. He’s come to terms with his fate, the fact that this is what he was meant for. Both of them know he's fairly good at it, even if he commonly makes dumb mistakes. It only makes sense that a stupid mutt like himself would mess up sometimes.
Villain’s hand, cold and clammy, draws along his cheek in circles. Villain barely notices he’s doing it, caught up in conversation Hero isn’t awake enough to keep up with. It’s nice. It tells him that there will always be a chance to be spared some sort of reward, even if they’re scarce. Hero will remain grateful, knowing that he could be living a far worse reality.
The soft, silk fabric of Villain’s top hugs his face, and he buries himself into Villain’s legs. Right now everything is warm and calm, even with the bubbling party chattering around them. All that matters to Hero is the touch and the heat, making the room less cold and terrifying. Dogs that don’t mess up get pet. Sometimes, dogs who get pet get loved, a wish that seems far out of reach, yet still dreamable.
Everything is sort of fuzzy, like the room and the lights, but they’re always slightly that way. Villain says he’s received enough trauma to the head to do that among other things, but he’s kind enough to keep Hero anyway.
Arm heavy, Hero manages to brush over his legs, patting the hem of his boxers, the knowing of his lack of clothing curling his stomach. He should be used to it by now, most of his time is spent in only boxers, but it continues to be an unusual feeling. Villain says clothes are for people, and being uncomfortable with that will earn him punishment. Hero will have to get used to it.
“I just-,” a woman says out of sight, gushing, “I can’t believe you’ve gotten him so under control, Villain. This is incredible.” Hero knows she’s talking about him, but refuses to be bothered by it. There’s no use in getting self conscious. Dogs don’t do that.
Villain’s voice rolls off his tongue, sweet and smooth. “So I’ve heard.” He tugs on the leash a little, pulling on Hero’s neck, who promptly ignores the slight choke. “I won’t say it was easy.”
Hero wishes it would’ve been simple, that he would’ve given up with hardly a fight. Maybe Villain would like him more. Maybe the adjustment wouldn’t have been so difficult.
A man chimes in this time. “How'd you do it? Get the lead hero wrapped around your finger like that?”
That was his title at one point in time. He doesn’t think about it much, because then his belly hurts. Obviously that wasn’t the spot for him, and this role is much better suited.
Villain chuckles in amusement, raspy. “That’s a secret I can’t share, my friend.” One finger twirls through Hero’s hair, and he leans into it, silently begging for more. “Hero is one of a kind, you see, and I can’t just let anyone know of his training, now can I?”
He can see one of the villains pout, disappointed with the answer. “Can’t you show us anything? Something you’ve trained him to do.”
Thinking, Villain pats Hero on the chin. “I mean, I haven’t taught him much, to be completely honest.” Hero is sure he’s being humble. He would have to have six hands to be able to count all of the things Villain’s taught him. “I suppose I could give a short show, though.”
Yanked up by his collar, Hero is barely startled by the pull, rather allowing his vision to focus on his master. Villain’s cheeks are sunken in that charming way of his, dimples popping with his smile. Never would Hero admit that he often missed the times when he was deemed attractive, when people would fawn over his appearance. No one thinks a dog is especially pretty.
Hero knows the trick Villain is preparing before a movement is made, just by the shift in the air between them.
Villain leans in, catching Hero’s spit in his throat, winding in a way that makes it hard to breathe. His thoughts pop like bubbles. His limbs slack and tense at the same time. Fingers brush Hero’s jaw, thumb caressing his cheek in a kiss of juicy ownership.
“I am owned.” He starts, and otherwise makes no movement. Words precise and factual, he makes not a single stutter. His voice flows out heavily, teatheting his body and mind to his master.
Villain’s smile carefully calms, but their faces are still locked. Hero stifles a gasp when his master’s hand finds his adam’s apple, tickling the spot. “I am obedient.” He confesses robotically.
The space is silent, villain’s hanging on his every word. They’re unimportant to Hero, background to his everything.
The sensation of his master’s power holds him tight, washing through every crack of his brain to keep him focused on Villain and Villain only.
He’s not sure what his master’s power is - not many people are, including villains - but it matters so little when he’s caught in it. As far as the eye can see is his owner, circling the ideas inside of him and forcing them out. It’s almost as if he hears Villain’s voice alongside his own when the words spill out, but he’s not too sure. He’d much rather continue getting lost in his master’s glittering gaze.
The speech doesn’t stop overflowing, each one following the last in perfect order. He can’t help it. He doesn’t want to, not when he believes each one with his whole being.
In an instant the blooming life in Villain’s eyes drains, life becoming dull again. Hero craves for more, holding on for as long as he can, as if he could bring the energy or satisfaction back. When his master uses his ability - his gift - on Hero, it’s like everything settles into place. Like everything is right again. Once the fleeting feeling releases, there’s a solid hole in his chest where the belonging once was.
Hero blinks in quick succession once his master turns away, used to Hero’s subpar party trick. The other villains appear rather impressed, fawning over Villain excitedly.
“Gosh Villain, that was striking!” One starts, face full of surprise.
Another one chimes in. “How in the world have you gotten him to do that? To be so-,” he seems to be at a loss for words, “so entranced?”
Villain chuckles, a slick rasp coating his voice. Hero curls his face back into his master’s lap, searching for a way to ease the distress swirling around his belly. “Top secret, my friends.” He pets Hero on the head, a sign that says both I own you and I won't get rid of just you yet.
Hoping for both to be reality, he hides the slight smile on his lips.
Hero is alright with being owned. More than alright if he was completely honest, because he knows now that it’s what he’s made for. He’s naturally got a knack for obedience, not to mention the fact that he’s instinctually lower than everyone around him on every level. Appreciation is all he can really give Villain for all he’s done for Hero. Without him he’d still be living a lie, still under the belief that he could navigate life on his own.
He’s worthless, inferior, subordinate.
Hero certainly knows better now.
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