#sidkick x villain

[whumpasaurus101]

I love UR WRITING! can u do henchman or sidekick whumpee x possessive villain whumper x posessive righthand whumper 2 (kinda like cruel sadistic yanderes) —whumpee caught trying to escape their mansion /whereever they live

GGAGGGHHH ANON YOURE THE SWEEETESSTTT <<33333 I LOVE THIS SM YES OFC!!!!

I'm sorry this isn't amazing but I couldn't get back to sleep so I whipped this up quickly HUIDJKHJDHDH

Cw: Knife wounds, held while hurt, yandere whumpers, mulitiple whumpers, creepy and possessive whumpers

“And just where might you be off to?” Villain’s voice cooed from behind Sidekick, a cold trickle sent down their spine as they shivered, “I uh-y-I…I swear I-”

“I-I-,” Villain mocked, taking a step closer, leading Sidekick to be pressed up against the door, “Darling,” Villain cooed, leaning in close as they tilted their head, “Do you not enjoy staying here?”

A sob caught in Whumpee’s throat as they tried to speak but they couldn't form any words. “What’s the matter, darling,” Right Hand crooned, raking their hand through Sidekick’s hair- who jumped, not noticing their advance on them. “Cat got your tongue?”

And suddenly, the gentle touch in their hair turned into an iron-tight grip as they tightened their fist, slamming Sidekick’s head against the door. Sidekick cried out, their hands flying up in an attempt to claw at Right Hand’s grip but there was no use. Villain nodded once at Right hand and took a step backwards;

“I know you think you belong to Hero, you think that’s who you belong to, but let me make one thing very clear,” Villain was practically shaking from anger, seething as they watched Sidekick begin to fight against Right Hand's grip. The sound of the switchblade opening made Sidekick freeze up.

“You don’t belong to anyone else but Right Hand and I. We own you, not Hero, not Civillain, not anyone,” Villain stepped closer, their knuckles white as they gripped the handle of the knife. “Nononono-”

Right Hand had managed to move behind Sidekick, pinning their back against their own chest as Villain advanced towards them. Sidekick cried out, tears streaming down their face as they thrashed against Right Hand, “NO-nonono ple-please ‘m so-sorry-” They sobbed, “I di-didn't mean- I-”

A sob erupted from their throat as the cold metal blade traced lightly along their ribs, the other froze, shivering and trembling as they squeezed their eyes shut. “Oh darling,” Right Hand cooed, playing with Sidekick’s hair, soaking in how they trembled, “We’re doing this for your own good.”

Sidekick jolted as the blade slashed once across their chest. Right Hand tightened their grip, “We’re doing this because we care about you,” They soothed, “You belong to us.” The knife next drew a long red line just below Sidekick’s collarbone, making the other yell through gritted teeth. 

Villain lightly traced the knife up along their collarbone, up up up their neck, smudging a glistening red streak along their skin from their previous wounds. The knife stopped just under their chin, forcing their head up. Sidekick shook with a sob but slowly blinked their eyes open, a tear immediately falling as their eyes met with Villain’s.

“You belong with us,” They whispered, their voice making Sidekick shiver, a whimper escaping their throat.

“You belong to us and only us. Sidekick-” They slowly tucked a short curl behind Sidekick’s ear and Villain smiled gently, “We are the ones for you. You're made to be with us. We would do anything for you.”

Sidekick slowly cringed back into Right hand but they nodded.

Villain gently brought their hand against the cut along Sidekick’s collarbone. Sidekick bit their lip, holding in a cry as Villain slowly leant in and spoke quietly, “Who do you belong to, dove?”

Sidekick whimpered, tears streaming down their face as they rasped out but eventually spoked, “Y-you guys- o-only you guys.” 

Villain’s eyes sparkled with delight and Right Hand smiled, gently massaging Sidekick’s scalp, “Oh, well done, Honey, we’re so proud of you.” Sidekick sobbed as all they could do was lean into the soft, gentle touches. Villain pocketed the knife quickly and cupped Sidekick’s face gently, their thumb brushing along their cheekbone, “I know it's hard, I know, dove. But here with us is where you belong, with us.” Sidekick wanted to fight, everything in them told them to resist. But this is where they belonged.

With them.

[avvail]

I absolutely love your writing! can you please continue the smoke and mirrors snippet? <3

smoke and mirrors – 0.5

Sidekick slumped in their chair, finger tapping relentlessly against the table with their pen. Although Mentor seemed to be in deep thought, it was obvious Sidekick’s fidgeting was beginning to grind on their nerves.

“I’m trying to concentrate,” they grumbled, glancing briefly over their shoulder. Sidekick slammed their pen, and abruptly rose from their seat in response.

“This is just—just outrageous!” They snapped, face contorted in a sour scowl. “I told you Villain was involved, and you refused to believe me.”

Mentor’s brows pinched, and they gave a sharp sigh. Sidekick had been pent up about the situation for a couple weeks now, even though Hero had appeared right as rain after going off the grid and stuck their nose back into the hero business. Despite being eager to work, and strangely content with everybody, Hero seemed like their normal self.

But Sidekick still wasn’t pleased.

“That criminal has an ulterior motive, it’s so obvious. They’re using Hero, and—and they're falling for it!"

Mentor pressed their lips into a thin line. “Hero is perfectly fine.”

Sidekick floundered in adamant protest. “Fine? Fine? Have you seen the state they were in?”

“They’re capable of taking care of themselves. We’ve already discussed the matter and Hero dealt with Villain as I told them too,” Mentor pressed, hands against the table. No matter what they attempted to drill into Sidekick’s head, it didn’t seem like they were intelligent enough to grasp the message. They knew just how ambitious they could be — possibly go as far as to follow Hero recklessly into battle to keep an eye on them. That would get them killed.

Sidekick’s lip jutted out. “I know what I saw.”

Mentor popped open the office door, their gaze wandering elsewhere. It was clear they were done with the conversation. “No, you don’t.”

Sidekick was swiftly ejected from the room. They could feel the pressure of fury on their chest, blowing out a huff in disdain. They had almost barreled into an injured looking Hero, who came careening round the corner as if their life depended on it.

They looked battered and bruised, obviously just back from a mission.

“Oh, hey, Sidekick,” they greeted, a delighted grin on their face. They excitedly scuffled around them as Sidekick promptly asked them where they had been. “Big fight with Villain, you know how it is. Very splendid.”

Sidekick spun around, eyes narrowed. “Splendid?”

Hero was already darting down the corridor, and Sidekick’s mouth frantically parted in protest. “Where are you going?”

“Date night,” they called over their shoulder in glee, before they disappeared around the corner, leaving a small trail of blood in their wake. Sidekick felt their fists clench by their side.

Whatever was going on with Hero, they knew Villain was involved. And they would find out if it was the last they did.

part six