𝓈elina

⤷ Batfamily x neglected!reader

⤷ summary: You died,you killed yourself because your life fell apart, and instead of dying completely , you watch someone stronger take over your body—wearing your face, With the same name—and together, you make everyone who broke you pay.

(TW): mentions and descriptions of suicide and death, some ooc batfamily, bullying, extreme lengths of revenge, blood, and language.

Note: hey guys!! This was inspired by Kathrine and Elena! And a sense of amusement! Manhwa!! I hope you guys don't get confused

Dick was your favorite when you were little, before the inevitable came. When you were a baby, he used to take you with him everywhere—like a mini him. His favorite nicknames for you were "baby bird" and "little wing."

He hasn't called you that since you were 6.

You were surprised at how quickly he could forget you even existed; it was like all those times spent together were gone to waste.

You couldn't help but blame yourself every time he would ignore your calls; maybe you called him too much and he was busy. Maybe you just weren't enough.

Dick never really called you or anything, not anymore. He moved to Bludhaven, and it just seemed that everyone but you was important to your family.

Despite Barbara also not hanging out with you very much, she still knew you existed. She didn't really understand how Dick could forget; I mean, they practically are in the same line of work!?.

Barbara was in the middle of a case when she got the call from her father; he wanted to call her about the strangest thing he saw.

She answered without looking away from her monitors. "Hey Dad, what's up? If this is about dinner Saturday, I'm still going."

"It's not that." Gordan had said from behind the phone.

His tone made her eyes instantly look at her phone. "What's wrong?" She heard the noise from outside faintly from her father's background. "I just picked up [Name] a few blocks from the park," he said. "She was barefoot. In the rain."

Barba frowned at this, but she let him continue. "She was soaked, shivering. No coat, no phone, she didn't know who I was." Her eyes widened as she covered her mouth in horror. Not only was this out of the ordinary, but [Name] was one of the most protected people in Gotham.

This was extremely out of the ordinary for her to be like this. Was she attacked? And if she were who attacked her? Sure, [name] was timid, and she barely spoke, but she was safe.

Or was she really?

"There's something else," Gordon said after the long silence. "She wasn't panicking, like people normally would; she was scared, yes? It seemed that way, but she wasn't hysterical."

Barbara was silent; she knew her father wasn't telling her this information for no reason. "Right, you want me to look at what happened that night?" She heard her father's gruff voice reply.

"Alright, Dad, I'll look into it; just let me know if you have any other details." Gordon held a small smile behind the phone. "Yeah, I will—just be safe, honey, and keep me posted."

"I will, bye Dad." She hung up her phone and immediately dialed Dick's number; that was his sister, after all, and maybe he could help her with this predicament.

Dick answered on the third ring; surprisingly, it was his "day off," whatever that meant. He saw it was Barbara calling, and a smile immediately came to his face. "Hey, babs—" But she didn't waste any time. "When was the last time you spoke to your sister?" That question kind of threw him off.

"My sister? "I talked to Cass yesterday?" That irritated her mildly, but she was being vague, so she decided to be clear.

"I mean, [Name]."

Oh.

[Name]? When was the last time he did talk to her? Surely it hasn't been that long—I mean, really, he could have sworn he texted her. Or seen her?.

Wait... Has he seen her recently? This really made him question everything; he was the oldest. I mean, he hung out with every single one of his siblings; he was sure of it.

He must have been silent for a minute because he heard Babs call his name, and he had snapped at his small midlife crisis.

"Well?"

Dick couldn't answer the question; he didn't know how to. "Um, what did you say? " . Now this annoyed Barbara. "I said, when was the last time you spoke to [Name]?"

There it was; he knew he couldn't lie to her, and he couldn't avoid the question at all. "I'm not sure—I think I spoke to her a few days ago?"

Barbara hummed behind the phone, "You haven't, have you?"

"No, I'm not sure when, but why all of a sudden are you asking me about [name]?" This was definitely out of the ordinary for Babs—I mean, she as well barely even asked for his sister.

"My dad found [name] wandering near the park at night," she said carefully. "She was barefoot, soaking wet, and confused." Dick frowned instantly at this.

His expression hardened with concern. "What happened?" "That's the thing." Barbara replied. "He doesn't know; he says she told him that she doesn't remember anything that happened to her."

Now this alarmed Dick, and he quickly sat up in his chair and pushed a hand through his hair and stood, pacing now. "Did someone hurt her?"

She sighed, which could be heard by Dick behind the phone. "Nothing physical he saw, mildly shocked it seemed—but."

"But?"

"He said she wasn't hysterical, like anybody else would be, like she was taking everything in," the girl explained.

Not hysterical? Dick thought, I mean, his sister should at least be frantic; this didn't sound like her at all.

But then again.

Did he really know her that well?.

His shy, awkward sister—,she barely even held eye contact when talking with people; most of the time she would cling to herself.

Dick was in thought. Why didn't he know about this before Barbara? For crying out loud, he was the oldest! He was supposed to know this stuff. But if he's just finding out, did Bruce know?.

The silence was really loud, and he knew he had to say something. "You want me to check on her?"

"Yeah, it's the least you could do for her while I figure things out," Dick hummed in agreement. "Alright, I got you. Please let me know what's going on."

Barbra smiled from behind her phone, and with a nod, she said, "Yeah. I will," and hung up, leaving Dick in his frantic world.

Was he a bad sibling? That can't be it, right?

[Name] stared at the door in front of her for a few seconds when she heard the knock; this could be a trick on her mind, but she knew this was real, so one or two things could be behind that door.

Is the grim reaper ready to take her back? Or that... Girl whoever the hell she was! And she didn't want to find out. But just her luck, she heard the sweet voice of the butler calling her name.

She sighed in relief, walked to the door, and opened it, seeing Alfred in his crisp black suit. "Young miss, I heard something drop. Is everything okay?" Right, the book—she forgot all about that damn book.

"Yes?" Everything is fine—I was just looking for a book to read when one fell," she said with a small smile. This seemed to satisfy him as he nodded understandingly. Breakfast is ready. I highly encourage you to come down to eat, but if you're not ready yet, I can bring your food up to you." This made [Name] wonder—if she's not ready yet? Whatever that means.

But she nodded with a smile, "Yes, I'm good enough to eat downstairs."

Alfred studied her face for a moment, something unreadable flickering behind her eyes he couldn't quite understand; he was always able to understand what the young miss was thinking. I mean, her face was easy to read as day, but now? Just nothing.

He didn't let it bother him too much and turned around for her to follow. The manor halls were quiet this morning; the soft sounds of Alfred's footsteps echoed against the polished floors. [Name] trailed behind him, her gaze wandering to all the portraits, vases, and the very unique things that just screamed wealth.

When they reached the dining room Alfred made his way to the kitchen to fetch her food while [name] sat down in her chair and poured herself orange juice.

Across from her was a boy who looked slightly older than her, with tan skin and the most piercing green eyes, and once more memories started flooding her mind and that voice...

"Damian Wayne, your older brother—evil, wicked… He absolutely hates you."

[Name] came back to her senses when Alfred placed a plate of steaming food in front of her; she looked up at him with a smile and thanked him as he returned to the kitchen.

It... Was quiet, too quiet, that is, until Damian took one good look at her and smirked. "You look awful," he said with pride, hoping to get a reaction out of her like he'd done multiple times.

But he didn't; all he got was silence.

That confused him, and he was never confused, so he tried again, this time turning his body to her and snapping his fingers, trying to get her attention. "Hello? I'm talking to you, idiot?" Still nothing; it's like he wasn't even there at all.

His expression tightened slightly.

"I'm speaking to you."

"I know," she replied irritably. "I just don't think what you have to say to me was important enough to disrupt my eating." She replied and narrowed her eyes to him, not taking eye contact off.

This was new.

Damian stared at her across the table, her expression slowly becoming baffled. Where was this coming from? By now she usually would be mumbling "I'm sorrys" and avoiding eye contact.

But now she was just eating pancakes like this was normal, like she was his equal?.

"What the hell is your problem?" [Name] looked at him again; now her expression was really irritable. "You've insulted me how many times in the last three minutes?" she continued, her voice steady. "Trust me, I'm not the one with the problem."

[Name] then folded her hands on the table and stared the boy in front of her down. "So tell me what's your problem?" Damian went to open his mouth, but she quickly cut him off. "I don't have time for whatever midlife crisis you're going through. Maybe someone else will give you the attention you deserve."

Damian was silent for a second, which was rare because nobody could ever silence him. Even for a second. But he quickly came to his senses. "Yeah right, like I ever need attention from you. "Little miss screw-up."

[Name] could only laugh amusingly, showing that his words didn't even mean anything to her. This newfound confidence his sister had was concerning and alarming.

It was like a big shift just happened in front of him.

The tension between them was heavy, and when Alfred came through the kitchen holding a covered silver platter in his hands, he immediately noticed it. It definitely wasn't like all the times where one overpowers the other. It was the opposite—like both just clashing against each other.

"Is everything alright?" He just had to ask, and before Damian could answer, [name] did with a sickly sweet smile on her face: "Everything is fine, Alfred."

Alfred nodded slowly and began his way upstairs to Bruce Wayne's study.

Bruce was in his office, per usual, overseeing some work for Wayne Tech; he was awfully busy these days, and he just couldn't seem to get a break, not that he minded, though burying himself with work seemed to help him.

He was so into his work this early in the morning that he forgot to even come down for breakfast, which is why now Alfred knocked on the door to which Bruce made a noise that let him know to come in.

"You haven't come down for breakfast again, sir," Bruce exhaled quietly, rubbing at his eyebrow. "I know."

Alfred set the table tray down in front of him. "Eat." He had somewhat demanded; however, Bruce did ignore him and continued to write.

"You took the car out late last night." Alfred's expression remained composed. "I did."

"Where?" He paused, then Alfred folded his hands neatly behind his back. "To the police department."

Now that got his full attention.

Bruce paused his writing and fully looked up to his butler. ".... Why?"

"Commissioner Gordon called; it had something to do with Miss [Name]." The study suddenly got quieter.

Bruce straightened and narrowed his eyes. "What happened?" Alfred hesitated—not because he didn't want to tell his master, but because he needed to find a way to word things without it getting out of hand.

Commissioner Gordon found her wandering through the city; she was barefoot. Soaked through and alone."

Bruce's expression hardened. "Explain."

Alfred's voice remained steady as he continued, "He said she didn't know what happened, that she might have hit her head, but she was fine physically... Mentally? She seemed to be suffering from some kind of amnesia."

Bruce's voice was tight. "So, she doesn't remember anything?"

"No, not of what happened." He said.

Bruce was many things, he was a father, he was a pillar of hope, he was a business man, he was someone to depend on, but why was it so hard for him to get close with the people he loved most.

He tried so hard to keep you safe because being a vigilante isn't what he wanted; it wasn't what your mother wanted, and he just wanted to keep you safe.

He didn't want to make the same mistakes again, and now because of his recklessness, something happened to you, and nobody even knows the cause of it. It didn't help that you two were estranged; he knew he barely had time for you, and he would always make an empty promise in his mind that he was going to spend time with you.

It was just... Like the city needed him more.

Bruce was in thought when Alfred spoke up by the door. "I'm going to take Master Damian to school now." He passed the starter again.

"Check on your daughter; she needs you." Alfred then left the room, and the door closed with a click.

However, Bruce just couldn't shake those words...

Check on your daughter; she needs you.

You shouldn't be here.

You should be in heaven, living the rest of your life now that the pain is gone.

So why... Is it that you're right here in the same house with the people who hurt you, in the same room where you cried yourself to sleep over and over again?

This shouldn't be happening.

You felt your heartbeat stop, your lungs fill with water, and you were gone; you were at peace. And now? You're watching your body walk and talk freely, but... How?.

You know you're a ghost, your body translucent, but you still look like you. Like how you were before you died so... Who is that in your body?.

You looked at your bed and everything around it, your back turned to the door, when it opened and shut quickly.

You turned around, looked at who entered, and there she was....

You? Or whoever that was.

The only thing was...

She was staring at you back. Like she could see you, could she? She can't see you; she isn't supposed to.

The resemblance was uncanny, granted that was your body.

The person in your body started walking towards you slowly; this scared you, so you backed up, but she kept walking towards you, and you both were face-to-face. She didn't seem scared like you were.

She was just... Analyzing you like you were the odd one out.

"How… Is this possible? Who are you?"

It was silent for a moment, then the girl in your body tilted her head.

"I'm you."

Note: sonnnn this shouldn't have taken this long to get out I really hope you all are still tuned in.... Because there's much more to come as I've gotten new ideas for this book🙂‍↕️ slow updates tho💔

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“she looks cute, doesn’t she, shoko?” satoru says from behind you. he brings your head up by gripping his slender fingers in your scalp to show shoko your face. you look dazed, nervous even. no, it’s not your first time, with a girl or a guy, but it’s definitely your first time with two.

shoko’s amber eyes look down at you while she strips out her pants. now all that’s left on her slim figure are her pink cotton bra and underwear to match.

“mmm, she does.” she climbs up onto the bed with you and satoru. satoru still sits behind you, dropping his hand down to your back to place you in an arch. an arch that pushes his cock right against your ass. shoko takes your jaw into her hand, tilting it up and staring into your eyes. “you get this dolled up for us?”

you nod quickly with a hum. shoko leans closer into you, just inches away from your face now when satoru grinds into you.

“can we start now or what? i want my cock in her already.” he whines, slinging his cock out of his boxers and placing it on your back impatiently.

“you’re so impatient you can’t even comprehend foreplay?” shoko asks, tilting her head to stare at satoru and his pout. “why i put up with you…” she trails off, redirecting her attention to you. her tired, alluring eyes bore into you. you’re about to say it’s fine and he can start until you jolt. satoru snakes one of his hands down around your body to glide two of his fingers along your dripping slit.

“she’s plenty wet, sho’.” you blush, redirecting you head from shoko’s stare as she lightly chuckles. she grasps your jaw again and makes you stare at her as she says.

“fine. better start now before she dries up remembering your terrible flirting.” she lightly smirks, just a barely there curl along her lips.

satoru’s cock rests against your folds, just waiting to push in.

“she likes me a lot better than you, shoko.” you can hear the smirk in his words when he slowly eases in the fat tip of his cock. your body collapses—well as far as it could, being on a bed— from the feeling. you grip the sheets to try and hold on before he can shove deeper. you moan out as you feel your entrance falter at his cock—which you’re assuming his half the reason he has the ego he does. satoru chuckles at your sound. “see?” he teases.

shoko grips your neck, pulling your face to hers as she arches lower herself. her lips interlock with yours, just barely innocent before her tongue slips into your mouth. it tangles itself with yours while saliva pools at the convergence between your lips from the little care of messiness. some drips down in the bed and you pay it no mind. satoru glides in deeper, scrunching his face as he relishes at the feeling.

“god, that pussy’s gotta grip to it.” he huffs, continuing to push deeper into you. shoko’s hands migrate to your breasts, feeling and groping the soft, pliant flesh. her manicured thumbs and index fingers pinch and flick at your now hardened nipples.

you clench harder around satoru. his fingers immediately grip around your hips tighter. you continue to moan into shoko’s mouth as satoru starts actually thrusting now. he sets a just bearable pace that racks the bed back and forth.

shoko pulls away, disconnecting your mouths and breaking the strand of thick, translucent saliva that formed from your makeout. she leans back. you’re still dazed and still moaning over and over from satoru’s deep thrusts. your drooling face lingers right above her pale, bare stomach.

you watch in anticipation as she kicks off her sticky, wetness soaked panties, discards them somewhere random in satoru’s room and heaves her legs to surround your body. she draws them in closer to eachother, grinning as the press against each side of your face.

you stare at her sopping cunt sitting infront of you, looking up once to see her leaning from, rested on her palms, smirk and nod in permission. before you even get the chance to lean down and lap at her cunt like you wanted to, one of satoru’s pounding thrusts sends you forwards and latched onto her clit.

shoko throws her head back and glides her hand along your head. your tongue wiggles down, curving up into her entrance and your nose rubs against her puffy clit. satoru’s movements continuously drive you forward into her pussy as she moans above you wantonly.

both her and satoru lean forward, entrapping you between their bodies. satoru’s front rests pushed against your back and shoko’s thighs clamp even harder around you. they stare at eachother’s contrasting eyes before diving into eachother’s mouth like you and shoko had before.

it’s messy and wet between them, though they don’t forget about you. satoru’s thrusts don’t stop and he brings his hand back down to rub at your clit and shoko’s grip in your scalp has significantly increased.

you feel your clit aching and pulsing as your drawn out to your orgasm, writhing and squirming beneath them as you convulse on satoru’s cock. your tongue still doesn’t give up until shoko grinds against your face and cums, leaving a trail of juices all over your lips and tongue. gojo heaves a few more times above you before pulling out and finishing on your bare back.

IM WET. this fanart is so fkn sexy i’m gna bust.

bf!fratjo x nerd!reader

satoru gojo, the loudest and most shameless guy in the entire frat house, somehow ended up dating the quiet little library regular that half the campus barely even noticed — you. and to this day, nobody really understands how it happened.

people are used to seeing gojo surrounded by noise. his frat brothers, random girls trying to get his attention, crowds forming around him like he's some kind of celebrity. he thrives in it, all smug grins, stupid sunglasses and that annoying confidence like he knows the whole world revolves around him.

and then there’s you.

always tucked away in some corner with your laptop, headphones on, highlighters scattered around your notes, looking like you'd rather disappear than make small talk with strangers. soft-spoken, polite, and way too patient for someone who willingly dates satoru gojo.

at first, people thought it was some kind of joke.

until they started seeing the way he looks at you.

every morning, he’s the one dragging himself out of the frat house way earlier than any human should, just to walk you to your morning classes with a coffee in one hand and your bag slung over his shoulder because “you looked tired, baby, let me carry it.”

he waits outside of the library for hours just because you said you had to study. his friends pass by and see this six-foot menace sitting there like some abandoned puppy, scrolling on his phone and waiting for you to finish, only lighting up the second you walk out.

his hoodie? basically yours now.

half the time people see you wearing one of his giant hoodies with the sleeves swallowing your hands, and gojo acts like it’s the greatest achievement of his life. He takes pictures too. definitely has one as his lockscreen and denies it every single time.

he loves how quiet you are. loves how you roll your eyes at his bad jokes even when you're trying not to smile. loves how flustered you get when he leans too close and starts whispering nonsense just to see your face heat up.

he'll absolutely bother you on purpose during study sessions too.

sitting across from you, kicking your foot under the table, stealing your pens, whining dramatically about how you love your textbooks more than him. and when you finally glare at him and tell him to behave, he just grins like an idiot because that's his favourite look on you.

everyone in the frat knows not to touch the little things you leave around his room.

the sticky notes on his desk with reminders in your handwriting. the extra hair tie on his lamp. the snacks you bring because apparently he “forgets to eat real food.” he treats all of it like treasure.

he’s even started trying in class.

which, honestly, might be the biggest miracle of all.

suddenly gojo’s showing up to lectures, asking you for help with assignments, pretending he totally understands the material when really he just likes when you explain things to him with that focused little frown on your face.

he still flirts with everyone, still runs his mouth too much, still acts like the most insufferable man alive.

but now there’s softness there.

his friends notice it in the way he checks if you got home safe. the way he always saves you the seat next to him. the way his whole voice changes when he talks to you—quieter, warmer, like you’re something precious he has to handle carefully.

with you, gojo’s just a boy hopelessly in love with the quiet nerd who somehow made the whole world slow down for him.

𐔌 masterlist .ᐟ

✩ ꒱ ghost guys your age, not me — ft. katsuki bakugou .ᐟ

🏁 ꒰ ✩ smut ⋆ mdni ⋆ pro hero katsuki bakugou & fem!reader. implied age gap, reader is in college, squirting, daddy kink. katsuki reminds you that you’re not as big and as bad as you think — he’s not the type to let you ghost him and get away with it.

older katsuki, who’s done with dating apps and fucking around. who can’t stop pining for the younger girl who swears all the guys her age are too immature to keep up.

he’s exactly what you need, he keeps you in line, he doesn’t spoil you too much but treats you like a princess for good grades in your degree and the promotion you’d gotten at work. katsuki is too old (not really) for mind games, he likes open communication — when you tell him what’s wrong or what you didn’t like, what you love. if you like it when he kisses you like his life is on the line, if you love it when he treats you like his girlfriend rather than a midlife crisis.

but you’re still young and at a different place in life, the concept of ghosting still hangs like a tool between your fingertips when you don’t get what you want. it works with the younger guys, the ones who chase you and fill your ig DMs with stupid memes or spam like your stories of hot photos and nights out after the academics are done. katsuki doesn’t do the chase. he’d rather wait until you pull on your big girl panties and tell him that you’re mad about his lack of invite to the hero gala the other week. the one you’d pointed out whilst magazines in the front seat of his expensive porsche, prada heels on the dashboard as he’d driven you back to your apartment after date night.

Frat!kuna who finally meets his match. MDNI.

His chest heaves as he watches you get dressed, hairs sweaty, stuck to his forehead, he's half in mind to roll over and go to sleep, but the sight of you getting dressed was something he couldn't afford to miss.

"Same time next week?" He joked, voice hoarse and rough, from hours of groaning in your ear, his head leaning on his hand, muscles of his arm bulging thick, "that's if you don't call me earlier."

He expected you to shy away or maybe tease him back, preferably fling your underwear at his head as a gift for doing so well, doing you so well.

What he didn't expect was the mean side eye you tossed him over your shoulder, shoulders bouncing as you scoffed lowly.

"Bold of you to assume, I'll be calling you at all." You mused, strutting towards the dirty mirror in his room, taming your hairs and trying to fix your smudged make-up, you'll take a shower later anyways.

Sukuna scrambled to get to the edge of the bed, staring at your reflection in the mirror with furrowed brows and a scowl on his lips.

"What do you mean by that?" He huffed, standing up to his full height, completely bare, dick dangling between his legs as he listed off all the reasons to call him back, "I thought you enjoyed it, made you cum on my fingers, my mouth and my dick, didn't cum in or on you."

He continued on, following you around in desperation, defending his dick game.

You watched him tweak in the middle of the room, picking at the loose threads of your top in boredom, before deciding to end his sufferings.

"I'll give you a second chance," You announced, hands cradling your jacket, as you gathered your phone and wallet, "if it's not better than this, you're blocked."

You stepped out of his room, leaving behind a flustered, confused and oddly horny Sukuna.

Does he have a humiliation kink?!