#evil!kara

Steve Rogers x Evil!Supergirl

"I'm fighting for you. I'm hiding for you, but it's killing me to love you."

requested by annon:  Could you do something we're Kara and reader are dating and Kara says stuff while on red k and feel really bad when she isn't on red k. Sorry if it doesn't make sense thank you.

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You fight back the urge to cry as you realize tonight was a failure. The extra-long shower, doing your hair up in a fancy up-do and stressing around to get the perfect makeup look. The meal for two, that you had spent most of the day on, was now cold. You sigh, dragging your fingers longingly over the rim of your vine glass. Why hadn’t Kara showed up yet? The bright and sunny puppy was ALWAYS on time, and if not, she would call, or text to let you know that she would be late.

Thoughts of where she might be and if she was alright swam around your head. Was Kara ok? Oh no, what if something had happened to the girl, and she was hurt, alone and scared and..

“sorry I’m late” a bored voice roared from the balcony. Looking up your heart almost stopped beating. Standing there in all her confident glory, you noted, was Kara. Or a version of Kara. She was dressed in a black figure hugging suit, her long brown locks fell in perfect waves, framing alluring features. Dark eyeshadow and blood red lips. “what? Cat got your tongue” Kara mocked, stalking forward, her eyes traveled the length of your body. You bit your lip and looked down, intimidated by the way Kara was looking at you.

Cold fingers gripped your jaw, forcing you to look up at her. “I actually like this look on you. Classy, but still curve showing” her grip on your jaw tightened, making you wince, “how long did you wait for me?” she sneered, hard and cold eyes staring you down. “I-I don’t k-know, two, m-maybe tree h-hours”. You mumble, holding back the tears when Kara digs her nails into the skin of your jaw. “what’s wrong baby?” she whispers, concern lighting her voice.

Her hand sliding gently across your cheek, down the side of your neck, almost tickling the sensitive skin there. Her touch sent shivers down your spine and you let yourself relax into her touch. Bad move, you thought when your body hit the brick wall behind you, and could finger pressed against your throat. “K-Kara?” you ask confused. She sneers at you and tightens her grip around your neck, making it harder for you to breath. You grab at her hand, scratching it and digging your nails into the skin of her wrist, “s-stop, p-please” you whimper, chocking as the air becomes tighter. Kara does nothing but stare at your helpless little body, smirking ever so lightly when your eyes starts to water, “aww baby” she coos, stroking your cheek with her free hand, “you going to cry now? Hmm, cry like the baby we all know you are”.

You try not to get affected by her words, but it still gets to you. Your once sweet and innocent girlfriend is holding you against the wall, a death grip around your throat, while she mocks and bullies you. You feel oppressed, “I can’t believe I’ve actually been dating you for a year now” not worthy, “that I’ve kissed someone like you” disgusting, “and the fact that you actually believed that someone like me could love a worthless, unimportant, low worthy piece of human being like yourself”. Tears fall down your face like a waterfall, you can’t stop it. With a final squeeze to your neck, Kara lets go and you drop to your knees, gasping for air as your lungs are finally free.

A deep and utterly evil laughter from above you, makes your whole-body tremble in fear. Black boots step into your line of sight and you can’t help but let your eyes travel up the long legs that follow. You stop when your e/c eyes meet with darkening blue ones. Suddenly, a rough had grabs your chin and jaw, forcing your head to be leveled with that of Kara’s, you can’t breathe all over aging, intoxicated by the look in her eyes, hate. Your breath hitches as she leans towards you, her warm breath hitting your tear stained lips. She growls at you before latching onto your lips biting down roughly on your bottom lip. You gasp and ty to pull away, but her grip on your jaw is to strong. A low moan escapes you the force of the kiss, making Kara pull away and stand up. “Kar...” an annoyed scoff stop you from saying anything else. “You disgust me” is the last thing you hear before your girlfriend flies out the window and into the dark skies of National City.

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“So, you’re Catherine, I take it?” Kara smirked from behind the interview table. She’d been a bit of a shit as they took her in; at least a few of the people who worked with her had ended up naked. She acted less like a prisoner and more like she had the run of the place. And of course, she’d heard that this Catherine Willows woman was a bit stricter, a bit more straight laced... and that appealed to her. Oh yes. 

"Human's.. such a pitiful race." Kara hissed as she pressed the centre of her boot down on the human body beneath her. "We should have rid the planet of your existence when we had the chance, you're weak. Dead weight." She mused; tilting her head to get a better look at the struggle going on under her foot. "Now, I guess I'll just have to do it all myself; not that I mind."