#sidekick whumpee

[mentalityofacoolduck]

Hero watched as Villain cradled the Villain's Sidekick. Hands trembling in relief as they held them close. It warmed their heart. The pair were practically family. Mission or not, they would never allow one to lose the other. Villain's Sidekick was injured, but alive- and most importantly, safe.

"Medics, hurry!"

They stood at the gate to Villain's sprawling lair. The cold air bit into their bruises, muscles sagging with exhaustion. They couldn't wait to head home and pass out, that is, if they were allowed out of here.

The medics quickly poured in. They stared silently as the dazed sidekick was gently placed and wheeled off on a gurney, with Villain whispering softly, "You'll be okay, you're safe now. You're with us."

And, wait- did Villain's Sidekick mumble Hero's name?

"Henchmen, weapons down." Finally. The Henchmen lowered their weapons. They slumped a little- taut shoulders dropping with relief. Rather than the Henchmen however, they were more worried about the Villain.

"Hero, you..." they spoke up. Villain looked at them with an expression they couldn't quite read, a mix of exhaustion, gratitude and relief. Maybe. "I...why did you help us?"

Oh. Well, Hero should've expected that.

"Oh, I uh..." They wondered if Villain would believe them. "Don't worry, I don't have any ulterior motives or anything," It hurt to talk. Did they bruise their jaw or something? "I was undercover in Other Villain's base, gathering some intel," Damn it. Superhero will kill them. Not only did they not capture Villain's Sidekick, now they're giving away crucial insider information. "And that's when I came across...that room. I just," they sighed.

"I heard screaming and laughing. I didn't know what to think. I eventually managed to sneak in once they left and," Their chest tightened. The sight of Villain's Sidekick, limp on the floor in a broken, bloodied heap, with marks and bruises- old and new, littered all over their battered body, haunted their mind. They were bound by shackles, dried tears staining their face. They tried to regain their bearings, but Villain seemed to have notice their inner turmoil.

"We were...almost caught but I fought them off," Barely. "They- they were mumbling, the entire time about how they didn't tell them anything, that they were sorry, and-"

"Stop! Just...stop." They ran a hand across their sweaty, tousled hair. "God, it's my fault,'' they said, more to themselves than anyone else. "Oh God, for so many days they- If only I was strong enough, fast enough! They should hate me. What was I thinking?! I should've known it was Other Villain, oh God-"

"Villain, wait!" Hero knew no amount of 'it's okay's would help. Still, they had to say something. "I know this isn't my place, and I'm sorry I couldn't do more, but I need you to know that Sidekick never once blamed you. I know we might not see eye to eye on the way we do most things, but you, Villain's Sidekick, you're good people. I see the things you do for others, the way you look out for each other,''

Hero gave their most reassuring smile, "So...don't be too hard on yourself, yeah?"

Villain stared, wide eyed, until the grimace on their face turned into a watery smile.

"No, Hero...you have nothing to apologize for," Villain approached them, and took Hero's hand in theirs. Hero could only hope that the night sky was able to mask the bruises blooming purple across their face and neck.

"First of all, thank you. I...don't know how I'll ever be able to make it up to you."

"You don't owe me anything, really."

"Hero, please, you risked your life for Villain's Sidekick, for us. I can't let you leave empty-handed," they paused, seemingly in thought. "Well, if there's nothing I can give you, just know this," Their tone told them that Villain was dead serious. "If you're ever in trouble, in need of help, and can't go to anyone, my door will always be open for you," They continued, determination evident. "You don't know how much this means to me. My people are...everything to me. You'll always have a place here. It's the least I could do for you."

...Once again, Hero could only hope that the night sky was able to mask the blush creeping across their face.

With one final thank you, Villain went in for a hug. Hero was too late to stop them.

They shrieked in pain. The pain from Villain's body pressing against their injuries turned their vision white. They heard a flurry of movement around them, and when they came to, somehow, they were still standing. No, they realized, they were being held upright by one of the Henchmen, as Villain searched their torso for injuries.

"H-hey!" They squirmed, trying to escape Villain's prying hands. "Stop moving." All the warmth in their voice was gone. "God, Hero, they did a number on you!"

"I'm fine, I-I swear," they tried to keep their voice as steady as possible. "This is normal f-f'me," Now it really hurt to talk, moreso than before. Villain raised their eyebrow at that, and just as swiftly switched their attention to giving orders, "Henchman, tell the medics to prepare another bed."

"Other Henchman, prepare the guest room, and you, help me carry them to the Medbay. The rest of you can rest for the day. Good work."

"Vil'n y-you really don't need to-"

"Hush, Hero. There's no way I can let you leave in this state...not after everything," they sighed, softer now. "If I let something happen to you, I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive myself. So, I think you should stay a while."

They smiled. "I'm sure Villain's Sidekick would love to thank you in person."

Yeah, Superhero will kill them.

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“But you’re just a dog to Hero.. aren’t you?” Villain pouts pitiful, looking at the panting sidekick who knelt before them, battered and bruised,

“I mean look at you, Sidekick, you’re pushing past the threshold your body can only handle. It’s quite… pathetic really.”

Sidekick keels over, their arm wrapped around their torso as they desperately try to stop the bleeding from the dagger Henchman had so kindly impaled them with.

He didn’t notice Villain stepping forward until two opened toe- heels came to view. Two fingers took his chin and he was forced to look up at the villain, blood wetting his lips.

Villain smiles a knowing smile,

“Join me, I’ve always wanted a dog.”

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Prompt 12

Supervillain's telekinetic powers were no joke. Sidekick's hands shook as they held the gun, aiming but not daring to shoot. Not with Hero held by the villain's powers at the edge of the building, bruised and broken. Not even Hero could withstand a fall that high.

"Ah-ah-ah. Shoot me, little one, and your darling mentor falls. Give me what I want, and I'll give them back to you unharmed... well, more than they already are." Supervillain gave Sidekick a dark smile.

Sidekick hesitated. There had to be a way out of this, there had to! If they gave Supervillain what he wanted, then all heroes would be put at risk. A drop of sweat slid down their cheek. "Stall..." Sidekick jumped at the villain's voice, "and I squeeze the eyeballs out of them."

One small gesture was all it took for Hero to scream in pain.

@jumpywhumpywriter @whumplicity here you go

[whumppromptoftheday]

Hero!Caretaker seeing a sidekick!whumpee get cornered/hurt/ have a ‘I need my parent’ moment where before whumpee would have have call out to them, (kinda like the way little kids yell for their parents when hurt/scared) but now after whatever happened, they just pull themselves up and keep fighting like they know if they fail they’re toast

(Sorry for bad grammar/spelling) (Please don’t post if the anon function fails)

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[whump-in-the-closet]

"Am I a dog to you?"

inspired by @girlsdogmotif v amazing post <2

The car jerked to a stop.

Shuddering in the trunk, Sidekick squeezed their eyes shut, tears drying on their eyelashes. Their aching muscles, twisted into awkward positions, had gone numb—heavy—a long time ago.

The trunk door popped open with an automated hiss.

Villain stood over them, grinning. "Not so bold now, huh, punk?"

Everything slammed into place. The abduction. The showmanship. Villain’s signature cruelty dressed as charm.

Sidekick seethed into their gag, jaw aching with tension. Go to hell.

Villain laughed, teeth white. Bending down, he ruffled Sidekick's hair, starting from the base of their scalp and running his fingers up, up, up. Slow. Deliberate.

Sidekick flinched back, breathing hard and fast. Don't touch me.

Villain tsked and slapped Sidekick smartly. "Down, boy."

Not even the shadowy light could hide the burning in Sidekick's eyes or the sudden, stinging flush of humiliation.

Villain stepped back. "Get 'em out."

Villain's henchmen were more than happy to comply. They grabbed Sidekick's arms and hauled them out.

Fuck you guys too.

The garage's concrete floor smelled like dust, copper, and spilled blood.

Sidekick suppressed a gag, elastic muscles twitching in their throat-- could have been a combination of fear and nausea. Who knew.

The henchmen dropped them to the ground. And they collapsed, rubbery legs doing nothing to support them. With hands behind their back, they quite literally ate shit, hitting the ground with their shoulder and face.

"Mmm-ff!

Crismon pain exploded in their face, sensitive nerve endings scraped off and bruising skin left shredded.

Distorted laughter surrounded them.

Right, 'cause this is the kind of slapstick humor they like.

Villain knelt down and grabbed Sidekick's chin, ripping their head up.

"If you scream," he whispered, "There's no one to hear you but us."

Sidekick snarled into the gag. Hero will come.

"Hero isn't coming," Villain smiled. "I made sure of that."

Sidekick's confidence faltered and they looked away, everything suddenly throbbing.

Almost gently, Villain began to untie the outer part gag, letting the bloody layers drop away. The wad of cloth, buried so deep into Sidekick that it almost reached their trachea, remained. "Now, drop it." His grin had never left.

You're joking.

"C'mon boy, drop it." Villain's fingers dug into the sides of Sidekick's mouth, pinching, forcing Sidekick's torn mouth open.

Their stomach dropped, the world suddenly spinning.

More laughter from the henchmen.

Sidekick flushed a furious shade of red. They stretched their mouth around the wad of cloth and worked it out. They retched. Once, twice Finally, they coughed the thing out, dripping with saliva and copper blood.

Villain stroked Sidekick's trembling jaw. "There you go."

With aching teeth, Sidekick slurred out, "Am I a...dog to you?"

Villain chuckled, blue eyes dangerously bright. "You were Hero's lapdog first. Now you're mine."

Then watch me fucking bite.

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Out of the Ruins, Into the Lion's Den

Sidekick let out a resounding whoop. They did it. They saved everyone. Soot and ash from the conflict fell like snow, slowly settling on the ruins of the collapsed building. Sidekick lay breathless amongst the broken concrete and jagged steel. Debris dug into their back as smoke quietly rose above the city skyline. They sighed in relief.

“What a surprise. I didn’t expect to see you here, Sidekick.”

An icicle of fear shot down their spine. No. It couldn’t be. Sidekick’s head snapped up, a feeling of horror washing over their entire body. 

Villain casually strolled through the destruction–the devastation they caused. Their trenchcoat flapped in the wind, kicking up dust as they approached. 

“Where’s Hero? The two of you are usually inseparable,” Villain grinned. Their teeth gleamed wolfishly.

“Stay back,” Sidekick stammered, heart beating rapidly in their ears. “Or I’ll-”

“You’ll what?” Villain tilted their head. They scoffed. “You really think you can match me?”

Sidekick scanned their surroundings, searching frantically for a means of escape. They couldn’t beat Villain in a fight–especially not without backup. Rubble scraped Sidekick’s palms as they scrambled backwards. It was quiet, save for distant sirens and the debris crunching under Villain’s boots. They were all alone.

“Hero isn’t here to save you this time,” Villain remarked, seemingly reading Sidekick’s mind. They advanced, quickly closing the gap. Every step forward eliminated another way out.

Sidekick couldn’t afford to stall any longer. Out of the corner of their eye, something caught their attention. Moonlight glinted off shrapnel jutting out of the earth; a Sidekick-sized gap in the deformed metal. 

Sidekick bolted, squeezing through the opening. The jagged edges sliced their skin. Blood roared in their ears. Villain yelled out. Adrenaline pumped through Sidekick’s veins as their feet slapped against the pavement. They pumped their arms as quickly as they could. Lungs burning, Sidekick sprinted full-tilt towards salvation.

They were fast, but Villain was faster. 

“Gotcha.” An ungloved hand locked around Sidekick’s forearm; the chase ending as quickly as it had begun. Sidekick hadn’t even made it out of the ruins–not that they stood a chance evading Villain in the first place. Their eyelids drooped, Villain’s powers already taking effect. 

“I’ve been wanting to have a little chat with our dear Hero,” Villain mused. “Think you’ll motivate them to show up?”

“No,” Sidekick slurred, weakly pawing at Villain. They couldn’t let them get away with this.

Their arms grew heavy, every movement requiring a monumental amount of effort. Sidekick whimpered as Villain carried their limp body away from the city lights–away from any help. Their head lolled back against Villain’s chest.

“Easy, don’t fight it.” Villain’s thumb swiped the blood from Sidekick’s cut cheek. Sidekick only whined sleepily. The world quieted as their eyes fell shut.

“Don’t worry, Sidekick. It’ll all be over soon.”

[whump-till-ya-jump]

Writing Snippet #1

Author's Note: Hey it's my first time posting writing on here so I'm kinda scared, but here it goes.

TW: Drugging, caretaker villain, sidekick whumpee, and restraints

They knew they shouldn’t have trusted the food even after Villian took a bite. Look at where it got them; their head too heavy to carry, their eyelids drooping and threatening to close at any minute. There was also a buzz, in their head, and a warm feeling that encompassed their body. God, they were such an idiot. 

There was a creak and footsteps, but it was muffled like their ears were stuffed with cotton. “Enjoyed your meal, I assume,” a voice rang above them. 

Sidekick opened their eyes, or at least tried to. But all they got was a blurred preview of the room they’d been in for the past three days. The last thing Leader told them was, “Don’t let them get into your mind kid.” It was that and then the blood loss dragged them into darkness. They woke up here, roughly bandaged, and chained to the wall. 

Villain crouched down so their face was right in front of Sidekick’s, “I really am sorry, but this was the only way I could check your wounds, I'm sure you get it.” They went to unlock Sidekick from their restraints, and they were too out of it to process the movements fast enough.

 Don’t let them in, don’t let them get close. This mantra had been playing in their head since day one. Anytime the criminal tried to go near them, they would kick, bite, thrash, and scream like a rabid animal, which, of course, made Villian scared they would hurt themself more. 

They reached for Sidekick’s wrist first, where a leather cuff was secured. When they made contact, the tiny hero flinched and let out a small whine. “I know, I know, but you need help.” There were four cuffs, two on the hero’s wrist and two on their ankles. Villain made sure not to take off the power-dampening cuffs under the wrist restraints. When all the bonds were off, they gently brought their captive up into their lap.

 Sidekick tried to wriggle out of it but it was like a fish flopping in a net, their limbs uncoordinated and messy. They tried to speak, “wha- whare yu doin,” but their tongue was heavy and it came out all slurred. “It’s okay, I’m just going to fix you up.” It took Sidekick a second to come to, but when they did, they thrashed weakly. “Shh, it’s okay, it’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you. I just need to give you new bandages and make sure your cuts aren’t infected.”

“Nhhn- no!”

“I need to kid.”

 Villain brought their hands to the little head in their lap, carding their hands through Sidekick’s hair and playing with it. Oh god, they thought, that feels really fucking good. They sighed, deep and content. 

“Feels nice right?” they heard from wherever Villain was. They could care less where they were, as long as the feeling didn’t stop. The buzz grew louder and the warmth got stronger, Sidekick was so tired. 

There was a laugh, “Looks like that food is doing wonders for ya kid.” The talking felt nice, it made their skull rattle and shit did it feel good. Honestly, everything felt good, they let out a little noise from their throat. There was more laughing from above, “You can sleep kid, no one is going to hurt you, I just need to patch you up. You’re safe here.”

 Were they safe? No, surely there was something they were forgetting, there had to be. When they tried to think, all that came up was fluff, and each time they blinked, it was impossibly harder to open their eyes.

 They wanted nothing more than to surrender themselves to the warmth and the darkness. So when Villain’s hands scratched a really good spot, that’s exactly what they did.

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You’ve Earned It

Cw: beating, choking, manhandling, abuse of power

The silence was almost worse than if Hero had yelled.

Screamed.

Spoke.

Sidekick swore they could hear their own heartbeat echoing throughout the room with the complete quiet that bathed over the two of them. They could hear the fear pulsing through their veins, the cold sink of their stomach. Hero wasn’t even looking at them, and yet Sidekick could feel the anger radiating off them.

“Please, Hero, I- I’m sorry,” Sidekick couldn’t bear it. The silence was a weight pressing against their chest, crushing their lungs until only a sliver of air could slip through their shaking body. They still wore their uniform, insulating them from the cold, but Sidekick could feel the frost creeping through their body. “It wasn’t-”

Hero’s head snapped towards them, eyes alight, burning a hole straight through to Sidekick’s heart. Their words died on their tongue, decaying in moments and leaving a bitter taste in their mouth.

Anxiety drove Sidekick’s gaze up, up for only a moment to glimpse at Hero’s expression and they cringed.

The documents Hero held slipped out of their hands, falling to the floor in a scatter of papers. Their arms slowly lowered to their sides, fingers curling as their stare never left Sidekick’s.

“Pick them up.”

Hero’s voice was barely above a whisper, yet Sidekick felt the words reverberate through their mind like the harsh clang of a bell.

There was barely ten feet between them, yet each hastened step Sidekick took felt like they were sprinting a mile. They quickly crouched, fumbling to gather the scattered documents with trembling hands. Their fingers brushed against a news clipping, printed only that afternoon.

CITY BANK DESTROYED IN TEAMS FAILED ATTEMPT

Sidekick quickly swept the papers into the folder, reaching to grab one that had managed to slip away.

A boot buried itself in their side, knocking them onto their back and forcing the little air from their lungs in a raspy wheeze.

“Hero-” they barely had time to brace themself before another kick slammed against their ribs, sending a jolt of pain shooting through their torso. The file fell once more, forgotten by both them and the hero. Henchman had managed to catch them with a solid hit there earlier. Sidekick hadn’t had time to examine the injury, but the ache had told them there was some nasty bruising awaiting them beneath their uniform. The new blow lit the injury like a match thrown in a puddle of kerosene, and they gasped. Tears began to well in the corners of their eyes, an involuntary response to the sudden attack.

Hero didn’t allow them a moment to process before the kicks were coming faster. Harder. All Sidekick could do was curl up on their side, tuck their chin and wrap their arms around their head as the hard sole of Hero’s boot came crashing into them over and over again. They were still in their uniform too, the hard boots meant for traveling rough terrain and facing brutal villains.

By the time Hero relented, Sidekick was sobbing, struggling to breathe through short, strangled gasps.

“Stand up.”

The command took a moment to hit Sidekick’s ears, a second longer to process in their mind. Their ears were ringing, a throb building beneath their skull that unfocused their vision as they dared to open their eyes.

Hero stood above them, boots not six inches from their face. Fear curdled in their stomach, making them hesitate a long moment before slowly unraveling themself to follow the order. They could only imagine how easy it would be for that same boot to smash their nose, split open their face.

The room swam as Sidekick struggled to get their arms beneath them, raising to their hands and knees. Every muscle in their body screamed in protest, every sliver of sense cried for them to run.

To cower.

They knew that wasn’t an option. It never was, but especially after today. They had barely began to get to their feet, trembling, before Hero grabbed a fistful of the front of Sidekick’s uniform, wrenching them up. Sidekick could feel their power leeching into their touch, a shred of inhuman strength aiding their movement. Hero was always in careful control of their abilities, of everything.

They slammed Sidekick against the wall with enough force to crack the drywall, and Sidekick couldn’t stop a small cry from slipping past their lips.

A fist slammed into their jaw with enough force to snap their head to the side, blinding pain exploding across their face. Immediately the taste of copper began to coat Sidekick’s tongue. For a moment, their vision went completely white, a billion fireworks stealing their sight before they felt Hero’s hand wrap around their chin, fingers digging into their face with such force Sidekick felt like their jaw was going to snap. Tears and snot streaked their skin, the saliva dripping from their lip tinted red with their sobs.

“Shut the fuck up,” Hero snapped, shoving Sidekick’s head harder against the wall as their body shook. Sidekick’s eyes screwed shut, their lungs failing as they gasped.

“This is on you,” Hero hissed, their other hand still fisted in Sidekick’s shirt, pinning them in place. “I’ve given you chance after chance to prove yourself. To show me you aren’t a fucking waste of time. But it’s still mistake after mistake, screw up after screw up. You can’t follow the simplest orders. You can’t do anything.”

Sidekick could feel the heat of Hero’s breath, their fingers digging in harder with each word. Sidekick cracked their eyes, their blurred gaze flicking to the door before Hero wrenched them forwards, only to throw them back against the wall. The hand in their uniform released, only for Hero to bury their fist in Sidekick’s abdomen, grip on their jaw holding them in place as Sidekick heaved.

“Don’t you dare look over there. No one is coming to ‘save’ you. Not Teammate, not Medic, not Other Hero. You are my charge and I’m supposed to deal with you in whatever way I see fit. Understand?”

Hero’s hand returned, finding its way to Sidekick’s exposed neck. Time seemed to slow as Hero’s fingernails began to bite into the skin, constricting Sidekick’s throat.

“You’ve had this coming for way too long,” Hero spat, before their grip tightened to completely cut off Sidekick’s air, leaving them to gasp and choke. “You’ve certainly earned it.”