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Our Little Secret
The Villain's behavior had been strange, as of late.
Not nefarious, or dangerous, just... strange. Strange in a way Hero couldn't quite put their finger on it.
"Why did you save me?" Hero asked, voice strained from pain, despite their efforts at keeping it grounded.
The Villain seated beside them, focused on bandaging the injured Hero, paused. "I believe the word you're looking for is 'thank you', Hero."
"Don't change the subject," they gruffed. No, Villain was definitely acting strange. To think they'd save Hero, their archenemesis, from Other Villain, when it'd only make their job easier- bandaging them, treating them with such gentle care... something was wrong, really wrong, and Hero was not about to back down without answers.
"I mean, I didn't see you for weeks! You just... disappeared, and the next time I see you you're risking your own life to save- Ack!"
"That's what happens when you distract me." Villain said, loosening the bandage around their arm.
"You did that on purpose!" To that Villain smiled, a soft, rare smile, and Hero almost forgot what they set out to do. Almost.
"Just- just tell me, alright? Where have you been? Why did you save me?" Oh, to hell with it. "I... worry about you, y'know? Even though we're enemies."
Villain stopped and gave Hero a blank, wide eyed stare. Hero, flushed from embarrassment, scrambled to try and explain themselves when they were cut short by a crushing hug from Villain.
"Ow- V-Vil'n-"
"Oh, Hero, you care about me! That makes this so much easier!"
Before Hero could ask them what the hell they were talking about-
Click. Followed by a cold weight on their neck.
Their blood ran cold.
A collar.
"Do you like it?" They asked, finally letting go of their embrace. The glee in their voice, their mania, rooted Hero stiff. "I spent weeks on it, specially made for you," Hero could only stare at this recent development, mind blank.
"It has a tracker. I'll have your location with me at all times. You don't have to worry about anyone else hurting you from now on, I'll keep you safe."
That made Hero snap out of their trance. "You- you fucking psycho!" They grabbed and pulled at the collar, the pain of their injuries forgotten, "get this off- AAAH!" They lurched forward, vision going white. Their senses escaped them until the only thing that remained was the prickling pain that seized their entire body. Breathe, breathe, breathe. A shock collar, Villain, that bastard-
"So reckless," Villain tutted. "I knew I was right." They rubbed the heaving Hero's back, the action doing little to help. "I didn't want to do this to you. I know how much you like your little...freedom. I liked your carefree, willfull nature, believe me, I did... until it became a threat to your safety,"
"When I found you unconscious on the ground, bleeding out- I-I thought I'd lost you! I thought I was too late- I could barely find a pulse a-and all the blood-" They sighed, regaining their composure. "No. It won't happen again. I won't let it happen again. Never again."
Hero watched, wide and teary-eyed, as they rose to leave. "You can go back to that Agency of yours once you've healed in a few weeks. Until then, rest. You've had a long day today." Villain headed towards the door, until they paused at the entrance, and turned to leer down at the shaking hero.
"Oh, and Hero?" They flinched. "Do take care to hide that collar when you return, would you? I don't want your friends getting silly ideas on how to remove it. You can't. Foolish attempts will only hurt you further." Though nothing could hurt Hero more than the sheer betrayal they felt.
"Oh, don't look at me like I'm a monster, Hero. Atleast with this, I'll never be late to your rescue, ever. Freedom never suited you. Be thankful I'm still letting you leave, despite everything." The obsession everpresent behind their eyes made Hero realized they never truly knew them at all. To think Hero ever felt anything for them made bile rise up their throat.
"So unless you want that to change, let this just be our little secret, hm?"
His favorite spot
OCs: Taushin and Angel from Dancing With Death (if you’re interested in a sample, their story starts here )
This is the most nonsexual partial nudity ever btw so if tumblr tries to delete me I may have an aneurysm….
Whumper just calmly cooing at a sleeping pet whumpee. Running their hand through whumpee’s hair, brushing over just healed wounds, scratching beneath their collar. Petting them while cooing about how cute and sweet and adorable they are like this.
Treat your whumpee like a dog. Collar them, make them sit on the floor, make them crawl on all fours, pin them to the floor by their leash, make the sleep in a dog cage/house, drug them to make them more compliant, make them bark and beg for food and water, give them a command word that whenever it's siad it makes them terrified and ready for punishment, or a word that signals that they can go eat. If it's a word for punishment, make it a common word, one that's said commonly on a daily basis. If it's for food, make it a word that's basically never said, a word that isn't used commonly.
I want YOU🫵 to put your superhuman character in a power dampening collar
you ever accidentally make a guy that's so fun to beat up?
Could be wrong about this but I recently remembered something about hunting dogs i was told ages ago.
One way to train a working dog you also want to chill when off the clock is to only put the collar on when they're working. Getting the collar on is like a switch flipped. They're suddenly focused, on their surroundings or you or whatever their job may entail.
Could be fun if you have a guard dog boxie or the like.
Maybe your whumper is more lenient with rules when it's just them and whumpee, but in front of the public or guests it's shameful to have a pet that doesn't heel, so when the collar is on that means rules will actually be enforced.
Imagining a guest dropping by unexpectedly, and whumper saying over their shoulder, "whumpee, get dressed" and whumpee bows and leaves and returns with their collar on to do as whumper wishes.
whumpee who's not allowed to sleep if the collar's on, or it shocks them awake when it detects lower heartrate.
Whumpee who's not given food when the collar's on.