#drugged villain

[equestrianwritingsstuff]

I Don't Remember

Hi, it's been 3 years since I've posted lol.

Warnings: head injury, dying mention, loss of consciousness, abandoned, drugged, feeding tube, hospital setting, memory issues

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Sometimes, the villain wondered if he was really the villain of this story. Or was that a made-up concept to protect the real villains.

How could he be the villain when he were the victim?

Villain gasped as he lay across the bench in the park, fingers grabbing onto nothing. His head throbbed, and his vision went in and out of focus as he watched the stars in the sky.

Why did it have to be so beautiful? For such an ugly world, why did it have to be so beautiful?

Tears streamed down Villain's face. Why did he have to be so alone and so cold? Why couldn't he have someone to go to?

Blood trickled down Villain's face, from the gash in his forehead and from his broken nose. He struggled to breathe. Every breath made him dizzy.

He hurt so much, but he couldn't tell if it was from his body or his heart.

He knew that Hero had someone to go to after he beat Villain into a senseless pulp about thirty minutes ago. He knew that he would've been caressed and taken care of.

More tears trickled down Villain's face, but he wasn't as aware of them. He was slowly losing consciousness as the world swirled and numbed around him. Maybe it was from blood loss, maybe from a concussion, or maybe just pure exhaustion.

Prior to being beaten up, Villain hadn't slept for about 24 hours trying to escape Hero's pursuit. He ran, desperately trying to evade capture. Maybe capture would've been better than this. Maybe in capture, he would've been warm...

Villain felt himself being pulled under. Maybe he would die. Maybe he would never wake up again.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Villain struggled to open his eyes.

Bright lights blinded him.

He felt no other sensation.

Blackness took over again.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"... restrain him."

"We need law enforcement to do that."

"We can justifiably sedate him, right?"

Villain was hardly aware of what was going on, but he was moving. Moving. Villain struggled to grasp the concept. What was going on? Where was he?

He couldn't move and everything hurt. Bad.

Villain let out a small sob and the voices stopped.

"He's awake."

"We are 4 minutes away from the hospital, and he's extremely out of it. Let's just wait until then and let law enforcement deal with it."

Law enforcement? Like heros? Villain thrashed and started to panic.

"Don't!" He screamed. Hands grabbed his.

"Shh, shh. Don't hurt yourself."

Villain stopped, immediately exhausted. He opened his eyes and made out an unrecognizable face.

"Do you know where you are, Villain?" The person asked. Male. Big. Strong.

"No," Villain responded.

"You are in an ambulance. You're getting help."

"Okay," Villain whispered and fell limply against the surface he was on. He was confused but accepted it.

About 30 seconds later, he was out again.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next time Villain woke, he knew instantly that something was wrong but he couldn't fathom it.

He felt suspended in the air. His arms were restrained above his head, and his ankles were tied to the sides of a bed. He felt no pain.

He glanced around, recognizing a hospital. His eyes drifted to his body. His ribs were wrapped in bandages, and his lower leg had a cast on it.

Broken?

Villain didn't know. He didn't remember what happened or how he got there.

His eyes flicked to his suspended arms. An IV stuck in his right elbow.

"Drugs?" Villain whispered, his tongue thick and barely movable.

"Hey."

Villain jumped and glanced to his other side. A nurse stood there, shaking.

Villain didn't reply.

"I have some food."

Villain glanced down at the plate she was holding. Mashed potatoes and a green substance.

"I'm going to feed you."

"Oh," Villain murmured.

"Then I'm going to give you your next dose."

"Of?" Villain weakly asked.

"I-I have been ordered to keep you moderately sedated and on pain killers," the nurse replied and spooned Villain a bite. Villain took it, but he felt too weak and woozy to swallow.

"You need to swallow."

Villain tried, but couldn't and started to cough. The nurse hesitantly rubbed Villain's throat and he eventually swallowed.

"I'll be back," she said and ran out of the room.

Villain was exhausted, barely awake at this point. The room morphed and spun. After what seemed like ages, the nurse came back with a man.

"He can't swallow?" The man asked.

"He's very, very weak and probably too drugged up to swallow," the nurse replied

"We can insert a feeding tube, but I don't want him awake for that. He hasn't eaten in two days. He needs nutrients. Or we can give him liquid nutrients. I'm going to consult my colleagues."

"Okay, what should I do now?" The nurse asked.

"Give him his painkillers and sedatives. He's too awake right now if we aren't going to feed him."

The nurse nodded and started to prep the sedative. Villain didn't feel awake. He was barely keeping his eyes open.

What even happened?

Before he knew it, Villain's thoughts left his head, and unconscious took hold.

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"... still unconscious..."

"He's waking..."

"...be out of it... back later."

Voices filtered through Villain's extremely drugged mind. He slowly peeled his eyes open and immediately felt like him was falling...

He jerked.

He was entrapped. He felt his ankles tied aggressively to the bed, and his arms were suspended in the air. He looked across his body. His ribs were bandaged and his leg was in a cast.

"Hey."

Villain's eyes felt thick as they shifted to his side. It was a girl, a nurse.

"Are you with me?" She asked.

Villain just stared at her, trying to absorbed her features.

"You've been asleep for a while. How do you feel?"

Villain couldn't bring himself to reply. He didn't even know what he would've said.

"Good or bad?" The nurse pressed.

"Bad," Villain forced himself to rasp. He felt his eyes drooping again. Soon, he'd pass out again, and he knew it.

"How many days has he been like this?" Another spoke spoke, oddly recognizable, but Villain felt as if he was imagining that detail. He was really high on drugs anyways.

"About five," the nurse replied as Villain drifted into unconsciousness once more.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next time Villain was awake, he felt more with it, but he didn't remember what he was comparing it to.

"Oh my gosh Villain!"

Villain looked at the man running into the room.

Hero.

"Oh my. Who did this Villain?"

Villain stared at him for a while before saying,

"I don't remember."

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[paladinsandruffians]

Turnt Up

The world seemed to swim, swirling about as Villain lowered the glass from his lips. It slips from his trembling fingers as faintness overtakes him.

His eyes dart about. There are two exits: one there, at the front, and the fire door towards the back. Both are blocked by the throng of partiers. The one at the front is closer, but the crowd is more densely packed. If he could just...

"Hey, man, are you alright?" One of the partygoers approaches him, his own glass in hand. His brown hair is in a crew cut and he has the physique of a football player. He looks to be around Villain's age, maybe a little older. If he had to guess, he probably plays for one of the local colleges. Has he seen him before...?

"Really. I think you've had too much to drink. Do you want me to call an uber?

"Mmm." He can't open his mouth. His tongue feels sluggish and thick and all he wants to do is take a nap. A nap sounds really good right about now. His eyelids grow heavier and heavier. It couldn't be that bad, could it? Just...a few...minutes...

"Oh, don't worry about him," a chirping voice calls out. Who?

A slim but firm hand lands on his shoulder and squeezes tightly. He catches a glimpse of glittery red nail polish before a pair of arms wrap around his neck and someone presses their head against his.

"Sometimes he gets carried away, but don't you threat. I'll take good care of him."

"Are you sure?" the muscular stranger asks, looking between the two. If you guys need a ride, I could-" She waves him off.

"I own the big blue truck out back. Transportation won't be a problem." The stranger nods, sparing a final concerned glance at the lethargic villain before disappearing amongst the inebriated lot. He shouldn't worry so much. It's his day off after all.

Mumbling incoherently, Villain feels as the woman slips her arms under his and lifts him by the armpits. She begins, more carrying than, guiding him towards the door. His legs nearly give out after only a few feet. He...he shouldn't be this drunk. He...something...something's wrong.

They step out into the crisp, evening air, slowly progressing along the poorly lit parking lot. Halfway down the lot, the stranger pulls out a ring of keys. Finding the right set, she clicks a button.

Opening the passenger door, she heaves the weakened man up into the seat and latches him in with a normal-looking seatbelt.

Slipping into the driver's seat, she smirked at her unconscious passenger. Vigilante is going to love this.

She peels out of the parking lot, no one the wiser.

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[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

An Offer You Can't Refuse- Part 2

Part 1

Hero woke up to the feeling of being watched. The weight over their eyes had been lifted, and their restraints had been removed as well, judging by how they were sprawled out in bed. Bed? This bed felt much bigger and softer than their own bed. The feeling of being watched grew stronger. Who cared whose bed it was- who was watching them!? Hero’s eyes snapped open, darting around the room until they landed on- oh. Right. Them. That. This.

“Good morning, Hero,” Supervillain said softly, “I must admit, you slept so long I was worried they had overdosed you, but you seem to be alright. That’s good.”

Alright? Alright!? What about this was alright!?

“Do you often make a habit of watching people sleeping?” Hero blurted.

Did they really just say that!? Hero’s heart hammered in their chest. This was Supervillain they were talking about- one false move and they were dead. No, scratch that, death would be a mercy- surely someone like Supervillain was an expert at dishing out fates worse than death-

Supervillain just chuckled.

“No,” they said, “but after eighteen hours and no sign of you waking, I did want to check up on you. That couldn’t have all been the drugs, I’d wager. Were you overworking yourself before you were abducted?”

“Eighteen-” Hero started.

“Technically twenty-five if we’re being specific,” Supervillain said, “your little snores are quite cute, and did you know you sleep-talk?”

Hero blushed in embarrassment. More than flustered, they felt confused. Supervillain had bought them for… however much they paid for them (Hero couldn’t quite remember) and now they were waking up in a lavish bed while the mastermind made small-talk about the whole thing?

“Are you hungry?” Supervillain prompted.

“Confused.” Hero admitted.

Hero’s stomach didn’t like that answer, and it growled loudly in protest. Supervillain smiled knowingly.

“I’ll have my chef make you something,” they said, getting up, “It would be in your best interest not to leave this room.”

Supervillain left the bedroom, closing the door behind them. Hero waited until their footsteps faded into silence. They sprung out of bed and tried the door. Locked, of course. Hero formed a small icicle in their hand and started to pick the lock. After a couple seconds of picking, the icicle snapped in two. Right, well, time for something more aggressive then. Hero forced the door down with a blast of ice. Stepping over the now-warped door, they looked around for the nearest exit. They ran down a hallway and past a few different doors, before reaching a grand staircase. They checked both ways for signs of Supervillain, then descended the stairs at a breakneck pace.

They realized, as they were rushing to freedom, that they weren’t wearing any shoes. In fact, their entire suit had been replaced by silk sleepwear. Oh well, they’d just have to make a new one when they got out of here. Their hand was on the front doorknob when a rough force yanked them backwards.

Hero yelped in surprise. They craned their neck to see a large, muscular person behind them. They had an earpiece and a small microphone hooked up to them.

“Got ‘em,” they said, “taking them back now.”

The henchman started to drag Hero back by the arm.

“Hey, let me go!” Hero shouted, forming cold energy in their hand and hurling a snowball at the henchman.

“Gah- why you-!”

In shock from getting a snowball to the face, the henchman had let go of Hero, who was now making another run for it.

“C’mere you-”

Hero turned, anger burning in their eyes. If it was a fight this bozo wanted, it was a fight they were going to get. And Hero was going to win.

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[autocrats-in-love]

Prompt (261)

The hero’s vision was getting blurry. Their insides felt limp as their head buzzed like static.

“What. . .wha’sin the tea?” They slurred.

The villain smiled plainly. “A little potion of my own concoction.”

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[hurtmyfavsthanks]

In march, you wrote a snippet of a love potion thingy with villain and hero. What happens to them next

(Oops I'm very late to respond to this. I didn't forget! I'm just slow and in college)

This is a sequel to THIS. It is recommended you read for context, but it can be summed up as "Superhero drugs Villain with a love potion, then offers them Hero in exchange for Villain not causing trouble."

Content warning: mutual noncon, non consensual touching (nonsexual), noncon drugging, maybe vaguely spicy but not at all NSFW.

Hero had never felt more helpless in their life.

The cuffs on their limbs were unyielding, keeping them locked into the metal chair beneath them. They were trapped in Villain’s hideout, no chances of reaching the outside world, no hope of reasoning with their captor. If anyone noticed their absence, they’d surely be too late to save them.

Villain remained perched on Hero’s lap, legs possessively straddling their waist. Their face was flush, eyes glassy and skin unnaturally warm. Their dazed, blissful grin was uncanny on their face. They looked sick.

The love potion was still clutched in their fingers. Hero knew that once they were forced to drink it, they’d end up with the same blissful, clueless smile painted on Villain’s face.

“Baby, don’t be stubborn,” Villain’s words were clear despite the haze in their eyes. They gave Hero a pleading look. “Just open your mouth for me. I don’t want to force you…”

“P-please, you don’t want this. Superhero drugged you; you’re not in your right mind,” they knew it was pointless, that Villain was far beyond reasoning. But they couldn’t stop themselves from trying.

Their pleas fell on deaf ears. Villain only chuckled, dragging a thumb over Hero’s lips. “Of course I want this. I want you, I always have. Superhero just helped me realize that.”

Villains’s touch felt like sandpaper against their skin. It wasn’t that they disliked Villain, nor that the criminal was unattractive. They were charming at times, quick witted and cunning. They were gorgeous. But Hero didn’t want this. Not when Villain didn’t have a choice, not when it was part of some sick scheme to remove Villain by stripping them of free will. It was sick, and Hero felt dirty for their unwilling part in it.

Their eyes stung. “I don’t want this.”

For a moment, Villain’s grin faltered. That didn’t stop them from popping the vial in their hand open. “I know. I didn’t want it either, until I learned better,” without hesitation, Villain brought the potion to their own mouth, swallowing a mouthful. Hero knew what was coming the moment Villain leaned forward, but they felt paralyzed when Villain’s lips touched their own. For a brief moment, they could only think of how soft Villain’s lips were.

They could taste the potion on Villain’s tongue. It was sickly sweet, like a cake that’d begun to sour. It was viscous, slimey. They tried to pull away on instinct, but Villain’s possessive grip on the back of their head didn’t allow for it. Hero shivered as they felt Villain's tongue brush against their own.

Distantly, Hero hoped that the tainted kiss wouldn’t be enough to affect them. A sudden wave of unnatural dizziness quickly proved them wrong. They squeezed their eyes shut against the disorientation, breathing deeply to steady themselves. They tried to ignore how their senses suddenly latched onto the smell of Villain’s hair.

Villain eventually released them. “There. Now was that so bad?” Villain cooed, breath brushing against Hero’s cheek. They shifted their position, moving themselves to rest their head against Hero’s shoulder. Hero had no room to pull away.

“Villain, please,” It felt like the potion was coating every surface of their mouth, making their teeth ache. They needed to get out. “You got what you wanted, so just let me–,” They paused as a sudden pain pulsed through their body, causing them to grimace. Felt like their every muscle had gone suddenly, painfully taught. Like every heartbeat was fueling a rising pain. Like every inch of skin was being rubbed raw.

They inhaled sharply, taken aback. They’d never heard about love potions hurting.

Villain seemed to read their mind. “It’s a little precaution from your…friend,” something hard entered Villain’s voice, something nearly recognizable as their normal self. “You can’t will it away, Hero. It’s agonizing, I can promise you that. And it’ll only get worse if you insist on being stubborn. So please,” and just like that, the sharpness of their tone dissolved back into a lovesick whine. “Just open your eyes. I can’t stand seeing you suffer.”

Hero didn’t respond, too focused on taking slow, deep breaths in hopes of abating the pain. It hurt, it hurt everywhere, building with each moment. They clenched tightly at the chair beneath them, flinching with each growing pulse of pain.

Their only comfort was the warm weight on their lap. Villain’s touch chased away the growing pain, a reprieve Hero found themselves increasingly desperate for. But every cell in Hero’s body knew that it wouldn’t be enough. It was like dipping a foot into cool water while the rest of their body burned.

They didn’t need Villain to tell them how to stop it. Relief was a blink away. Hero squeezed their eyes shut.

They could feel Villain’s eyes on them. “What point is there in this stubbornness? Darling, you’re only hurting yourself.”

“I have to!” Hero spat through gritted teeth. Their breath hitched, and Hero didn’t know if it was sweat or tears running down their face. “This is wrong, Superhero’s wrong,” They leaned into Villain’s touch, desperate for relief. It wasn’t nearly enough. “And I-, I need to help you. You have to let me go.”

Villain only laughed, and Hero’s heart soared at the melodic noise. “You truly are something. So earnest, all for someone like me…” Villain leaned forward once more, and Hero’s breath caught in their throat. Villain’s voice was little more than a whisper. “I’ll compromise then, yes? Kiss me, and I’ll let you go.”

They could feel Villain’s face near theirs, mere inches away. But Villain didn’t move closer. Hero shivered.

It was a bad idea, a horrible idea. Hero knew that. They were disgusted with how tempted they were to lean in regardless. Their heart pounded at the thought, quieting the morals screaming for them to stop.

They needed to get out. They could escape Villain, wait for the potion to leave their system, and try again. If saving Villain meant a single kiss, then that was alright, wasn’t it?

They desperately wanted it to be alright. The pain rose another octave, and Hero was leaning forward before they could reconsider.

Relief flowed through their body at the contact, quieting their mind. Villain gave a low, satisfied hum, and Hero swallowed the noise greedily. They felt a blush rising to their cheeks, their heart fluttering with joy. They tugged at their restraints, wishing they could wrap their arms around Villain and pull them in.

They felt like they were losing themselves, and it was becoming harder to understand why that was a bad thing. But it was fine. As long as they didn’t let things go too far. As long as they didn’t open their–

Villain pulled away suddenly, and it felt like the floor had fallen from underneath Hero. The loss of their touch hurt more than anything they’d ever felt.

“No!” Their body lurched forward on instinct, chasing after the contact. They didn’t realize they’d been freed until they’d unwittingly launched themselves from their chair. With a startled gasp, Hero tumbled forward, sending themselves and Villain to the ground. Villain yelped in pain underneath them.

Hero didn’t realize they’d opened their eyes until they’d already started diligently searching Villain’s body for injuries. They only found a beautiful, triumphant grin, and found that they couldn’t tear their eyes away. Pain drained away, replaced so swiftly with a pleasant, warm buzz that Hero could scarcely remember it. Their reservations were smothered by all consuming, contented joy.

“You’re too easy, darling,” Villain purred, a mischievous twinkle in their eye. Their hair laid like a halo around their head, framing their flushed face in an utterly hypnotic way. Hero couldn’t remember why they’d ever want to look away.

Hero couldn’t find the words to respond. They could only smile.

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[anonymouspuzzler]

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[oliversrarebooks]

Apparently I went ahead and just wrote "villain being drugged and taken care of by hero doctors" because why not.

Masterlist

TW: injury, concussion, drugging, abuse

Oh, he'd really fucked up this time. Already so weary, at the end of his rope, he failed to notice the energy blast coming from the youngest member of the hero team, the one who struggled to keep her powers under control. He knew how badly he'd fucked up when his back hit the wall, pain exploding from every muscle, especially the parts of his back where his boss had already punished him. His head impacted the concrete with a sickening crack that made him see stars.

Villain sank helplessly to the sidewalk, his body refusing to obey his commands. Through his blurred vision, he could see the painfully bright costumes of the hero team, and he tried to struggle to his feet. He couldn't fail here. It simply wasn't an option. Failure meant risking the wrath of his boss, or worse, being captured and at the mercy of the heroes.

Pain radiated from his knee as he tried to stand. It was broken, maybe. Even more urgently, every tiny movement of his head caused a wave of dizziness, the world tilting and spinning in a nauseating blur. He searched for the word. Concussed, he was concussed. Shit. This was bad.

"Oh god oh god oh god." That was the high pitched voice of the young hero. "Oh god, are you okay? I didn't mean to hit that hard -- oh no oh no --"

Villain tried to answer, but his tongue was thick in his mouth.

"Step aside."

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt him that bad --"

"It's okay, Youngest. Step aside and let me take a look."

Villain would know that voice anytime, anywhere, the smooth and confident voice of his nemesis, the city's most beloved superhero. Powerful, upstanding, and disgustingly rules-abiding. Villain hated him. Hated that he had so much power and had the luxury of helping people with it.

"Villain, speak to me," said Nemesis. "Stay awake. Talk to me. How bad is it?"

Nemesis' face swam into view before Villain's eyes. Fuck, this was really bad. He tried hard to focus. He had to slip away, couldn't let himself be captured. Boss would be furious. He'd hurt Villain so much worse than he'd already been hurt.

"Let me go," Villain managed, but it sounded weak and pathetic.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Villain. You're severely injured. I'm going to get you medical attention."

Villain tried to shake his head no, but all it did was make him twice as dizzy. He felt on the verge of passing out.

"Stay awake, Villain, please, keep those eyes open. Can you see my fingers? How many fingers am I holding up?"

The fingers were nothing more than an indistinct blur. Villain couldn't answer. All he could think of was his boss's unquenchable rage when he learned Villain had fucked up so badly. He could feel it now, power suppressants strapped to each of his limbs, the way the smooth metallic floor of the lair felt against his face as his boss mercilessly beat him for his failures.

"Get up, Villain," said the cruel voice of his boss, as he delivered a sharp kick to Villain's ribs. "Get the fuck up. I don't pay you to cower on the floor." 

"I -- I can't --"

"Yes, you can, Villain. You can keep your eyes open," said a much gentler voice. "You can stay awake for me, please, stay awake. The medic is almost here."

It sounded nice. The voice was familiar. He felt himself nodding. A medic. That sounded good. 

"That's good, Villain. Stay awake. Just a little more." 

A strong hand squeezed his, warm and comforting. Everything hurt except for that. He tried to squeeze back.

"Yes, that's good. I'm here. You're gonna be okay, Villain, we're gonna keep you safe."

Safe. What the fuck was safe? When had he ever been safe? Safety was for people like -- like -- His sluggish mind placed the voice and face. Nemesis. Fuck. He instinctively backed away. 

"No, no, it's okay! Just try to relax. I'm not going to hurt you."

"No -- no --" If the punishment Villain's boss doled out was bad, he couldn't imagine what Nemesis might do to him. He'd been a thorn in Nemesis's side for years.

"The medic's here, Villain. Just try to stay calm. I've got you."

Before he could protest further, Villain felt arms picking him up and laying him down on a gurney. His struggle against them was fruitless, his limbs weak and uncoordinated.

"Should we strap him down?" said a voice.

"I think you'd better. He doesn't seem to be all there. And even if he was..."

"Please --" said Villain, too quiet for anyone to even hear, as he felt pressure against his chest and legs, holding him down. 

"The concussion seems to be very serious, and there are multiple fractures at a minimum, not to mention the possibility of organ damage and internal bleeding," said a serious voice. "We'll have to administer painkillers and sedatives, and prepare an OR for emergency surgery."

"No!" Villain called out, a surge of adrenaline giving him the strength to fight. "You can't -- you can't capture me -- don't drug me -- let me go!"

Nemesis' firm hands pinned Villain's shoulders to the gurney. "You're going to hurt yourself, Villain. We're getting you medical attention. We're not going to hurt you, I swear it."

Incoherent nightmares filled Villain's foggy mind. "Yes, you are! Yes, you --"

His voice was suddenly muffled by a black rubber mask, and he gulped down a chemical-smelling, drug-laden breath before he realized it. He fell back against the gurney, his head much woozier and dizzier than it had been even a moment before.

"Just try to relax, Villain," said Nemesis. "It's just going to ease your pain and make you drowsy, okay?"

Villain shook his head in a vain attempt to get the mask off his face, but Nemesis' hand was holding it firm. Incapacitating him. Placing Villain at the mercy of the man who must hate him more than anyone. And his struggles were useless, the mask not budging an inch. 

Exhausted by his attempts, Villain stopped struggling for a moment and allowed Nemesis's face to come into focus. He didn't look angry. He looked... sad? Villain blinked, and he realized that his eyelids were so heavy. The sedative was kicking in. He was utterly helpless. And he should be terrified of that, but his fear was starting to feel foggy and far away, almost as if he was watching himself from a distance.

"That's good, Villain, you're doing okay. Just keep breathing," said Nemesis.

He sounded so... reassuring. Villain wondered briefly if that was how he sounded when he rescued civilians. Sometimes, on particularly bad nights, he wondered how that would feel. Being an innocent civilian safe in Nemesis' arms, as opposed to a villain fighting tooth and nail just to survive.

"You can shut your eyes now," said Nemesis. "You can go to sleep if you're tired. It's okay. You're safe."

Villain wanted to laugh. He never got to sleep just because he was tired. He was so, so tired, all of the time. And he was so impossibly, incredibly tired now. His knee hurt, his back hurt, his head felt like it was being jackhammered. His heavy eyes wanted so badly to close and stay shut. He just wanted to sleep. But he was in danger, wasn't he? He couldn't sleep here. Boss would kill him. He couldn't... sleep...

"...stronger sedative to put him under..." a voice was saying. 

There was the unmistakable feeling of a cold needle in the crook of his elbow. Villain wanted to fight it, stop it from happening, but all he could do was blink his heavy eyelids. "Don't..." he muttered. "Please don't... please..."

"Ssh, Villain, it's okay, I swear," said Nemesis. "I swear no one here is going to hurt you. You're just going to go to sleep, okay? The drugs are going to make you feel really warm and nice and then you'll go to sleep, and nothing bad is going to happen. I promise."

That strong hand squeezed his again. Villain felt so safe, so comforted, and he was so sleepy now, so sleepy and relaxed. The world was just a fading blur beyond his half-closed eyelids. He couldn't feel the pain as much any more. All he wanted to do was sleep. He never got to just sleep. Sleep would make him feel so much better.

"It's okay to sleep," said the reassuring blur. "I'll be right here."

Villain remembered the reason he couldn't go to sleep. "Boss...?" he said weakly. "Boss is gonna..."

"He's not here right now, Villain. I'm here. And I'll protect you while you sleep. No one is going to hurt you."

This had to be a dream. A beautiful dream where he got to sleep and someone was going to protect him from his boss. But he never got nice dreams like that.

"Is it..." His mind was so hazy. He couldn't think of what he was trying to say. "I'm..."

"You're going to sleep, now, Villain. You need to rest. Go to sleep. Shut your eyes. Rest."

"Mmm." He was too tired to argue. It felt so, so good to close his eyes. He could feel his pain fading as he relaxed onto the gurney.

"...surgery... gonna have to..."

"...can't just let him..."

"...right thing to do."

That was the last thing he heard before the sedatives pulled him down into a dreamless sleep.

Masterlist

#whump #whump writing #whumpee #villain whumpee #sedation #drugging #concussion #hero caretaker

[incorrectbatfam]

I need to know the story behind these goons

Anon is referring to these guys

Rob is a single parent with 6-year-old twins who turned to a life of theft to provide for his family after a series of layoffs and a bad investments left them hanging by a thread. As his schemes got more elaborate, he linked up with the rest of these guys in a deal where they all give each other a hand.

Blaise is a concert pyrotechnic who walked away from the industry after their boss ignored a safety issue that led to one of their coworkers getting hurt so now they only take freelance gigs that happen to be commissioned by bad guys.

Kellin got fired from the League of Assassins after only week because they botched a training exercise Wile E. Coyote style and blew up Ra's Al Ghul's sauna but still has the thirst for blood that made them wanna be an assassin in the first place.

Molly was a chemistry grad student until an academic dispute forced her to drop out. Now she synthesizes her own experimental drugs and sells them on the black market, hoping to save enough to pay for her gender reassignment.

Otto is a jaded car mechanic who has to keep working despite his old age and chronic pain, and at this point he's too tired to care who he's working with or what he's doing so long as his needs are being met.

Milo is a teenager with a long string of disciplinary issues who ran away from home after his parents threatened to ship him off to military school. He starts working odd jobs to support himself and lands amongst the rest of these guys.

Gene was pressured into going into biomedical research by an overbearing family and snapped under the stress, leading to a rampage that cost thousands in property damage and a decade of lost data. Everyone he knew cut him off and he's laying low from the authorities.

Mac has been stuck in the same dead-end IT job for years and longs for a challenge that no career seems to satisfy. He turns to being a gray hat hacker in his spare time, mainly for the thrills and the opportunity to be creative. Any money he earns is circulated back into his operation.

Booker is just there for college credit but he likes it and plans to stick around. His talents include fixing copy jams and setting up team bonding activities at the mini golf course.

#original character #batfamily #dc villains #gotham rogues #dc comics #personal #character idea #long post #tw drug mention #see previous post

[moodyvoid]

Spinner walking in on Dabi, Twice, and Toga doing gummies.

Spinner: “What the hell, Dabi? You’re letting Toga do gummies?”

Dabi, pulling Spinner aside: “Fuck no, I gave them regular fruit snacks. Keep it down, they don’t know.”

Toga: “I don’t feel anything yet.”

Twice: “I’m tripping balls.”

#Dabi claims it’s not because he cares it’s because he doesn’t wanna share #bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #league of villains #tw drugs #Dabi #touya todoroki #spinner #shuichi iguchi #toga #himiko toga #twice #jin bubaigawara

[wh3nturtlesfly]

“What happened to you?” Villain’s eyes were wide as they observed the stumbling Hero who just barely managed to grip the wall before sliding to the floor.

They were met with a chuckle in response that soon shifted into a series of hiccups. “W’dya mean? ‘M fine…never better-” Hero’s shoulders shook amidst another fit of laughter.

Villain crossed their arms, “Forgive me if I don’t believe you.” They reached forward in an attempt to lift their nemesis to their feet only to be stopped by Hero’s hand. Their lips split into a lazy smile while their hand flew to their pocket.

“Look!” From it emerged a jar with an electric blue liquid inside. “Supervillain made…,” Hero’s brow creased as if it was a struggle to get the words out, “they made a gift,” their head drooped side to side, “-t’ was so nice…jus’ for me.”

“They drugged you?!”

“No… ‘t was a present.” Hero’s brow wrinkled and they drew the jar closer to their chest.

Villain resisted the urge to roll their eyes and held out their palm. “Let me see it, Hero.”

Instead, Hero jerked away, holding the jar somehow even farther from the Villain’s grasp.

“Hero…”

“No! Get your on’ present,” they glared back, clutching the suspicious substance close as if it were some precious entity. At this point, Villain didn’t think Hero could see it as anything else. They sighed deeply. Nowhere had this been covered in training.

#turtlewrites #hero x villain #cw drugging #heroes and villains #villain x hero #heroxvillain prompt #writing prompts #prompts

[some-messed-up-writing-for-you]

Short Prompt #1318

CW: drugs.

The villain staggered on their feet, unsteady and disoriented from the drug forced into their system. The small hero team kept a careful eye on them, watching out for any misfires of Villain's dangerous power.

The group held out until the arrival of Superhero, one of the half-human, half-animal hybrids of the guild; incredibly strong and better suited for this job than them.

Superhero laughed boisterously as they approached, their long ears bouncing with every step. "Ah, Villain! You look like you're struggling a little, buddy!"

The villain whipped around to face them, and their face twisted in shock. "Ohhww, shit! I'S THE BNUY!"

#writeblr #writing #writing prompt #short prompt #hero x villain #villain x civilian #hero x villain community #smuwfy #some messed up writing for you #tw: drugs

[mirohtron]

sorry if certain phrases sound off i originally wrote this in present but then it changed to past and i didn't notice until i was done 😭

@dmitrinfinite @hufflepuffwritingstuff2

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"you're mine," the villain says. "aren't you? are you not mine?"

the drugs turn the hero's mind into a mess of thoughts—terribly slippery, foggy, unfocused thoughts. still they bite it out. "no," they hiss, or at least try to. "not yours. my own person."

"your own person," the villain agrees. "your own person, whom i own. yes? mine to ruin? mine to take care of? mine to hurt and heal?"

the hero spits in their face. the villain shrieks furiously and the sound sends chills down the hero's spine, fear flickering through their spine as quickly as the brush of a butterfly's wings against one's cheek.

"insubordinate," the villain hisses. they backhand the hero and their head knocks easily to the side. a headache bursts through their skull, pounding, their sense of direction briefly lost. "recalcitrant and flat out rude. don't you understand how much i'm doing for you?"

"ruining my life?"

"protecting you!"

"clipping my wings."

at that the villain gives a subtle pause. "yes," they say, and the hero's throat lodges. "yes, actually. well, no. pinning you to my soft plush little board."

"you're terrible."

"you'll learn to understand." the villain draws back. "you're terrible at keeping yourself safe. you flirt with those who do not have intentions as pure as yours." their fingers dig under the hero's clothes and their skin prickles in revulsion. the villain brushes a scar. the hero hates it when people touched their scars. "you constantly put yourself in harm's way and get these hideous marks. you should be flawless! you were born flawless. and yet...how blind you are to your beauty. how foolish of you not to preserve it."

the hero shakes and quivers. they want that hand to get off. why under their clothes? there were plenty of scars elsewhere on their body. the way the villain touches is disgusting, was always disgusting, really. "if you really loved me," the hero says, despite the acrid sensation climbing up their throat. "you would love me as i am."

"i really love you." finally the villain's hand leaves, but then they gently cradle the hero's stinging cheek. the drugs make them feel feverish, and it's terrible how they find the cold temperature of the villain's hand soothing. they lean into it and don't even notice, not until the villain's eyes melt completely. "i really do. i adore you. that's why i want to make you the best you can be."

the hero shakes their head in growing fear. they want to spit again, but the villain has sharp nails. they imagine those nails digging in mercilessly, not afraid to ruin their face further as punishment—with the way they're talking, the hero's sure the villain has developed some sort of technology to really heal their scars. "i will never be what you want me to be."

"i'll make you see," the villain whispers. their eyes are dark with complete devotion, with utter, unadulterated, hideous love. the hero doesn't even know how it got to that point. they would've done everything to stop it, had they noticed the signs. "i'll make you see how kind i can be. kind and loving and the perfect partner for you."

"for your pet?"

the villain's eyes light up, and they grin brightly. the hero's heart stops. "yes, if you want us to be like that."

#heroes and villains #hero x villain #tw yander #tw drugs #villains and heroes #hero #villains #kyles.writing #writeblr #writers on tumblr #villain x hero #my writing

[discountsoysauce]

Obsessed with the fact that pre-EOs Victor is just a wannabe edge lord and Eli has literally committed murder

#i fully believe that Victor would not have had the guts to go through with killing someone if he hadn't become an EO #not necessarily for a moral reason like thinking killing is wrong #he just wouldnt have the guts to go through with it himself #becoming an EO took away his inhibitions and fear of consequence #Eli on the other hand #he had a very good reason the first time #i dont fault him at all for that #but i do think because of his whole “god led me to this” thing he would kill again if he felt he had a good enough reason #even aside from the murder thing Victor's like dark and broody but dislikes parties and drugs meanwhile Eli is literally a drug dealer #canonically #vengeful ve schwab #vicious ve schwab #victor vale #villains series #eli ever #eli cardale #evervale #vicious #vengeful

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

An Offer You Can't Refuse- Part 1

Hero stirred to the sound of muffled voices. They tried to open their eyes, but there was a weight over them preventing them from doing so. They tried to move something, but that also proved futile as something thick and unyielding kept their limbs pressed tightly together. Some kind of cloth had been stuffed in their mouth, and judging by the sticky feeling on the lower half of their face, had been sealed shut with tape.

Hero wriggled in their restraints. They couldn’t stretch out much; padded, soft walls from all sides kept them tucked in a fetal position. How were they going to get out of this? They couldn’t see, speak, or move. They summoned their power, but any ice crystals that they formed couldn’t penetrate the uncomfortably tight material that encased them.

How did they even end up in this situation? The last thing they remembered was… oh. The fight with Villain. They never exactly played fair, but they really took that to another level when they hit Hero from behind with some kind of knockout dart.

“And now, what you’ve all come here for!” a muffled voice- Villain’s- rang out.

The voices became clearer as cool air wafted into the tight space. Villain must have opened the lid to the box they were in. Gasps and noises of awe sounded out from all around them.

Hero glared under the blindfold. They were ready for a fight. They were just about to try and sit up when there was a jab in their shoulder. Their body sank into the padded floor against their will, and Hero let out a very muffled cry.

“The city’s beloved human blizzard, Hero!” Villain announced, “you couldn’t hope for a better living weapon. With some training, you’ll be able to freeze out any adversary with one command! Let’s start the bidding at, say, five hundred dollars?”

“Five hundred dollars!”

Hero stiffened in shock. Was Villain really doing this!? They tried to fight the drug, but it was quickly pulling them under.

“Five hundred, do I hear six hundred?”

“Six hundred!”

“Six hundred, do I hear seven hundred?”

“One thousand!”

This went on for some time, the numbers going farther up and Hero growing more drowsy.

“five hundred thousand.”

“Five hundred thousand from General in the back, do I hear six hundred thousand? Going once… going twice…”

“One million,” a voice said.

The crowd gasped.

“O-one million dollars,” Villain said, surprise in their voice, “Will you meet that, General?”

“Two million dollars.”

“Two million dollars, how about it, Mx…?”

“Supervillain,” the voice replied, “three million dollars.”

The crowd gasped again.

Hero was too tired to be properly afraid. Their fate was down to the military, or to the most feared leader of the largest criminal syndicate in the world. Somewhere in the back of their mind they wished one of those corrupt politicians had bought them instead.

“Three million dollars, General?”

“Four million dollars.”

“Eight million dollars,” Supervillain replied coolly.

“Eight million dollars. General? Going once…”

“Nine million dollars.”

“One hundred million dollars,” Supervillain said.

“O-one hundred million dollars!” Villain squeaked, “going once, going twice…General? No? Then sold! Please have your payment presented in cash to me by the end of the week. Congratulations, Supervillain.”

The lid of the box was closed, and Hero drifted off completely.

Part 2

#hero x villain #hero x supervillain #superhero whump #whump #hurt/comfort #writeblr #writing #creative writing #drugging #kidnapping #sold at an auction #auction #heroes and villains #series #snippet

[marrissacooper]

wyler playlist → medicine by daughter

Pick it up, pick it all up And start again

#wednesday #wednesdaynet #wednesdayedit #wyler #weyler #wyleredit #wednesday x tyler #userrandi #nessa007 #userlauraj #userelsbeth #usersadie #tyler galpin #hunter doohan #mine #wylerplaylist #you look at this boy drugged and chained to a wall and call him an irredeemable villain??? #he's INNOCENT

[altocat]

More cringe memes. Lucrecia Edition.

#ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #dirge of cerberus #lucrecia crescent #Hojo #sephcanons #And don't @ me for this #I recognize that Lucrecia was very much in the wrong for her involvement in the Jenova Project #She is just as guilty as everyone else #HOWEVER there's lots of room to suggest she had no idea what she was really getting herself into #And unlike Hojo she isn't doing this to be a sadist nor was her intention to have her own child taken from her #Lucrecia needs a rewrite but what's there has some serious layers #Also I feel like there's an ugly underbelly of misogyny within the fandom when it comes to its hatred for Lucrecia #Lucrecia is allowed to have done horrible things without being the villain #Good people can do horrible HORRIBLE things #Lucrecia isn't evil she's a stubborn dumbass who kept trying to fix her mistakes and dug herself deeper as a result #But she never wanted Vincent or Sephiroth to suffer #She wanted Vincent alive #And she wanted to hold her son #There's nothing saying that Hojo wasn't manipulating her the entire time #Remember in the OG it's implied he was drugging her into compliance #Part 3 may very well clear some things up