#villain reader

Gotham, midnight. Rain slicked the pavement, catching neon like oil spills. The kind of night that smelled like trouble.

You weren’t scared.

You’d just seen a re-run of Chicago at one of the art house cinemas, vintage ticket stub still peeking out of your thrifted clutch. The pearls around your neck were cheap—ten bucks off Etsy, “Great Gatsby costume piece” in the description—but they glowed white against your skin like they were real. And maybe, for a little while, that made you feel real too.

The alley was a shortcut. Classic mistake. You weren’t stupid, just tired. Gotham could feel it. The kind of city that always knew when you dropped your guard.

“Hey.”

- To whoever loves me.

Batfam × Neglected Reader! (Villain).

SYPNOSIS: After being ressuracted the only thing on your mind was vengeance, to bring pain to your family who wronged you

WARNING: Gore, Angst, mental issues, batfam are portrait as bad people ( purely for this au only).

The last thing you could remember was the smell of iron before you close your eyes. Flashes of lights appeard, the cold embracing you.

The dark grab onto yout drifting body, dragging you into slumber yet your body refused the temptation much to your dismay... Your eyelids heavy yet it seems like they have a mind of their own... They wouldn't close.

Where is everyone? Are they alright? Where am I? I want to see them...

The sensation of water entering your nostrils woke you up from the train of thoughts.

Your eyes shot open as the glaring light from above enters.

You were drowing, not in water... atleast you think, water isn't green. If you're remembering correctly.

Trying to find a place to stand up you desperately move your leg around, searching for the floor of the green liquid.

Your head hurt, your vision is blurry and everything feels heavy yet dropping wasn't an option.

Atlast your foot found a rock to stand on, now that your initial worries are gone you look up, observing your surroundings.

Rocks, high and steep... you're in some sort of cave surrounded by some sort of soldiers... and Ra and Talia... Does this mean, you died?

"Wh-Where is my family?!"

You ask, your voice shaking... even talking hurt, feels like a fork grazing your throat from the inside.

"...Still foolish enough to care about them?"

Ra spoke, from your view it felt as if he was mocking you... looking down ot the once glorious bat now just a wingless bat that is for no use.

"I'll kill every last of your kind if you dare-!"

"Calm yourself first"

A much more soothing voice appear, Talia. But wasn't she right next to Ra, it appears your state right now is making you quite vulnerable.

"Do you remember anything? Before we bring you back to life?"

You suspect that was the case. Why else would you be here? Why else would your body and adrenaline be this high at this moment.

Talia step into the pit, her hand out stretch waiting for you to take it.

Could you really trust a villain that almost killed you and your family? Yes. There is no other option.

Taking her hand she drag you out the Lazarus pit.

"Think, before this... the warehouse, the betrayal... Everything you've known is nothing but lies"

Talia spoke as her gaze landed on your eyes... And a relieve sigh left her mouth after she confirmed what she was checking.

You remember abit, no... you remember everything now.

That night, the warehouse... joker, everyone... Everyone.

"I-I... It can't be..."

You couldn't help as hot tears rolled down your eyes. Your hands on your face as you recollect your memories about everything.

That night, there was a vote. Everyone in the family, the joker gave a command... To vote who get's to die.

For an hour you all sit trying to get out yet nothing worked...

"... We'll get out, don't worry"

Dick noticing your nervousness assured you, his ability to stay calm under any situation amaze you...

Dick was the older brother that planned all the bad stuff to do together, he was fun and because of him you learn that life shouldn't be full of negativity and paranoia even as a vigilante.

He taught you how to be carefree and enjoy life. He himself might not enjoy it but he was willing to pretend for you, he doesn't like to c

" 'TT', it's truly amusing to watch you panick because of a mere washed up clown. No wonder you barely catch anything good"

Damian commented as well which made Barabara abit annoyed at him for even speaking up while you were clearly in a bad position.

"Now isn't the time to pick a fight". Barbara spoke.

Barbara was truly the most admirable for you, she was kind, loving, caring just everything you wish to be as a lady... Not to mention she's quite attractive and charming.

Her head turns to look at you and a smile crep up her face, you left alot better. Afterall she was indeed the first to help you settle at the manor when you arrive.

She was there at your first crush, heartbreak, period and even embarrassing days.

"Don't worry, im- we're here... Well beat his ass to the gutter in a matter of a minute"

She assured you, her encouraging words striking you.

"Right, I have you guy's..."

There is no reason to worry... Your family is here afterall, after years of being family you can't help but almost cry from being so lucky.

To be picked up from the dirt and having q chance with this family, you wanted to cry. To say that you're extremely greatful for them loving you and not treating you like strangers.

"I still cannot believe he got us all here, it's impressed even"

Tim spoke up, it is indeed weird on how he managed to catch every of the Batfamly expect Alfred and Bruce himself.

Something doesn't feel right, he should be here by now yet there was no sign of Bruce, not even another league members.

The whole batfamily just gone during a random Friday night should be a big event, afterall friday is the biggest time for crime to spike up.

"Ah... I see, enjoying your precious family meeting?"

A voice entered the room, you couldn't see who but you know who it is from that irritating voice. The joker.

The way you were position didn't allow you to see much of the clown but evryone else heads turns, face contoured with disgust, hatred, announce and wanting to beat him up.

"Oh now c'mon... what's with those faces? That's not a very nice expression to someone who makes a special game for the family..."

The door was kick shut, you assumed by Harley. The chick who is obessed with the clown and from the look of it... You might consider being a villain of a literal clown can have a girl like Harley.

"I sweat to God. I will bash your head into mush when im out from here"

Jason threaten the clown, who doesn't seem phase at all rather quite pleased by the bold plan.

"Right, that is if you survive my special game"

Everyone either sigh or rolled their eyes in pure announce. Was this new? No... He's full of games that no one wants to play.

"Oh c'mon! It's a good game, right pumpkin?"

His head turn to Harley who was always with him right and wrong, mostly wrong.

"Right Puddin! We made sure it'll bring out your emotions in full display just from winning!"

Harley happy as ever explain, you can't help but feel this sensation. That something was wrong.

Another part of you told you that doubting your own family and Bruce wasn't right, maybe the fact that you're a coward was holding you back... Great. Absolutely great.

"As you can see, we'll give everyone a fare change to vote a person... To meet my new friend"

Joker explain, his tone turning almost sinister yet the uncanny smile of his was the most off putting.

"Only one loser, the rest can celebrate their victory... it'll be the best victor you'll every taste"

Joker further explained, Harley behind her was proudly showing her bat to everyone... swinging it around with a smug grin on her face.

"No worries, it's not my baby tho... Rather it's a new friend that me and Mr. J are very proud of! "

A sigh of relief left your mouth as you tried so fucking hard to hide the sweat rolling down your forehead.

Dick gaze landed on Jason who was quiet, too quiet. His gaze was on Harley's bat and he was very in thought... Too deep in thought.

"This is ridiculous..."

Stephanie finally speak up as she sigh, she wasn't in the mood for shit. Afterall she told you that her and her boyfriend broke up previously, Joker and Harley little scheme would just annoy her more than anything could ever.

"I did not plan on spending today with shein make-up clown and his crazy chick... Whatever, better than condiment man"

Barbara replied to Stephanie, only you knew about Stephanie's love life fully. Barbara only knew about the break up.

"Anything is better than that guy, I rather face death itself than cleaning my suit at three in the morning again, I refuse"

Tim added, his hatred for that man runs deep in his blood. He always cure the guy whenever he could, afterall Tim was the only person who was affected by the guy both hero and civilian.

Always showing up during Tim's patrol and running Tim's date by spraying condiment which ruined the date for Tim.

"I see, no one here seems to he comically afraid... That's great to see of course, I wouldn't want to start with such a bad atmosphere"

Joker spoke up again, this time his hand was on Jason's shoulder and Jason was ready to bite Jokers fingers off.

"Pumpkin, why don't you take it from here... I'll meet our special loser at my office"

With that said he left the room, Harley smile wider which was terrifying as hell. She always smile like a lunatic and now she looks like a lunatic on special drugs.

"Father where are you?"

you mutter to yourself. The place itself scared you and seeing Harley smile was scary she should consider not smiling anymore, it brings agony more than anything else.

Being a literal 15 years old and being the youngest with a set of problem doesn't help the fact that you're a vigilante.

You're the clingest of them, have an attachment issue especially from Bruce because he gave you the fatherly love you wish for... And now the thought of anything bad happening wasn't helping your issue.

"Now, shall we vote the loser?"

Harley spoke out once again.

The rule was to vote the loser simple and everyone knew what the loser would face, surely everyone would vote for themselves and evryone will be safe.

So you opted to vote for yourself. Yet, doubt filled your head maybe what if someone didn't think like you at all? No, you're overthinking because... You're the least intelligent here and all so yeah... if you can find a solution so can evryone.

"And... the loser is..."

Harley with that uncanny smile on her face was announcing now.

She was walking around like a predator trying to catch it's prey, she stop behind you.

"You"

Before you could even blink or look at anyone a blow was sent straight to your head.

Harley had hit you with her bat, blood spilling from where she hit you as well, spewing down onto your suit.

"Ah shit! You're supposed to be unconscious... Whatever, make it better for puddin!"

Harley chriped, holding onto the wooden chair you were on as she drag it...

Your blood dropping on the floor, your eyes blurred and you watch as your family sat there silently watching you.

"Someone... help"

You mutter out but no one dare to even scream, protest or even try to struggle to get to you.

The screetching sound of the end of the wooden chair being dragged against the concrete ground ring all around.

"...I- what do we do?"

Duke asked confused on why everyone was acting this way. For Duke everything was utterly new, afterall this was his second week with the family.

"... Nothing we can do"

Dick spoke, his face turn into something even Duke have never seen before, so dark and lifeless...

"Isn't she our sister..? Why are we letting them take her! Hey! Fucking Harley! Batman is coming you better not touch our sis-"

"Be quiet, Duke"

Barbara cut him off which Duke was most confused about.

Wouldn't Barbara be the one to be more desperate than he was about you being taken away? He saw you and Barbara together alot.

"Quiet!? Are you craz-"

"Duke. That is enough."

Dick commanded, he glared at the younger one, Duke felt his blood turning cold. What. The. Hell.

The only thing you remember after that is beating upon beating.

"Oho! You like that? How about the front? Or is the back better?"

Joker asked as he swung pipe wrench again and again.

Your blood spewing all over the room as Harley was just watching fully entertained by watching you be in pain.

"Ah! Please!... Stop! Im sorry... Father! Please help me... Please help me! Dick! Barbara! Ti-m! Anyone... Anyone...."

You plead desperately, curling yourself to protect yourself from the brutal blow you were getting back to back.

"Oh look at the bat curling up... So cute, ain't it pumpkin? Help me out and let's stretched it's wing..."

Joker looked at Harley with that smile as Harley laugh, you can't even see shit properly.

It's been hours, hours of beating and no sign of Bruce... He should be here by now? Why isn't he- Why isn't he here? Why... You really missed him.

In the other room your siblings were in utter silence, Jason was provoke by the sound of your pleading, desperation and the horrifying sound of your bones breaking, flesh being torn.

"...Jason? It's alright... Im sorry you have to hear this"

Dick was trying to comfort him.

Duke on the other hand was disgusted by everyone he thought he knew in just a feq week.

"She's dying and you're comforting him instead of yknow? Trying to save her? Why is everyone so dull... She's dying! C'mon, you guy's told me family doesn't leave eachother to suffer... Family help... Don't we?"

Duke asked, on the verge of crying because hearing you cry and begged for mercy for an hour straight was breaking him.

You were so kind to him, you are the youngest and he swore everyone love you dearly... But why is everyone so unaffected by the sound of you dying?

"She isn't one of us"

After breaking your leg Harley stood proudly, like a child admiring her science project.. Smiling as if the first position was promised to her.

You could barely open your eyes... Everything hurt like hell...

The next thing you remember was being dragged out into the cold by Joker goons, the cold feeling of that rope around your neck as you watch helplessly.

"hey yknow... Batman should be here by now right?"

One of the goon asked confused as hell, the smelling was metal was strong and seeing your disshaveled look was hard to see even for the goon.

Your left leg was facing the wrong way and your hair was disshaveled with your blood and tears sticking them together, the coldness embracing you.

"That's what I thought... usually he would be here before boss can lay his hand on her... Maybe old age caught him?"

The other goon suggest as the other was not impressed by his comments rather pissed off by his idiocy.

"Whatever, when the police arrived we drop the mask freak... If he arrived, we do it too... It's order we must not leave until we hear her neck break..."

As soon as he said that the siren of police cars could be heard.

Great, seems like everything in the world was rooting to see you hang like an ornament.

"Shit! Drop her fast! Im not getting caught before Christmas, I need to spend time with my kid or mom will kill me"

The other said as he pick your body up with a hint of struggle, you could see the edge clearly now...

"...Bruce... Father, please... Im sorry... I should be stronger- Forgive me"

You mutter out, your words barely coherent and you don't even remember saying such words or thinking about it.

Tasting death while clinging onto your family made you this low...

With a swift move he push you off the edge, for a moment you feel free, the coldness embracing you warmly in a way.

Until the rope around your neck suddenly tightening, you struggle at first your eye's popping red from the sudden lack of oxygen.

The chief watching in horror as the body of a child was hang infront of him, on the walls of te building in res wrote.

* Enjoy my gift that meets your personal need, Batsy * * - Joker *.

"God... where is that dark knight at? He can't even protect his own"

"...He can protect his own"

He repeated himself as if he just realised something really important.

"... Something is wrong..."

He mutters under his breath as he looked away from your hanging body, your body rearranged to the point he cannot even recognise you, the suit and the mask was the only reason he knew you were a bat.

That was all you remembered, your last memory... Your last breath was spent thinking of the family that watch you die, how pitiful.

"It can't be... Why? Why do I have to die when we can all survive...?"

tears rolling down your cheeks as you fall onto the ground... Talia crouch as well.

Cupping your face and wipping your tears away like a mother would, her touch so gentle you almost lean into you... God you really are starved, even a simple gesture of kindness was enough to knock you over.

"It's simple, Bruce doesn't need you anymore and dispose you... The rest knew too, that's why they didn't fight for you. For years your family despite you, seeing a chance to get rid of you... they took it"

she explained, acting as if she ever cared before. She pull you into a hug a tight and one that make you feel safe.

"Im sorry, my little angel, you must be so scared and lonely but im here... we're here"

She muttered, you could smell her expensive purfume as well.

Talia looked up to meet his father's eyes with a knowing smile she went back to being pitiful for you.

"...Why? They love me? They wouldn't... They love me... they do!"

you were stubborn as always but Talia knew your weakness. They knew everything.

"If they love you so much wouldn't he safe you faster... when he had atleast four hour before you die... No one reach for when you were sent to die... Only we can help you"

Talia suggested as she take your hands, with a soft smile she opened up.

"They would know your corpse is gone by now... But they don't, cause your grave... isn't even in the manor"

She said as you could hear your heart shatter inside your rib.

"Bruce that night, was... busy with nothing... sweetie, he knew, everyone but you knew that you'll die... So he let it happen, you're just a burden to his life"

Talia calmly explain as you feel every fiber inn your body standing up.

"In going to kill them all. Every one of them."

You promised, Talia eyes widen to hear such word from you of all people... her plan was going too well.

"Oh sweetheart... I'll help you"

Her voice was just like a mother, her plan was working... Your eyes turning somewhat green as your anger flared, the Lazarus pit was affecting you greatly and it shown.

Your anger was unnatural, maybe because the only thing you knew before death was betrayal aab violence? Whatever it was... you need to take it out on them.

"My own family, never loved me... Why? this won't hurt as much as it did if they told me..."

"... I'll... kill them- All".

All those years you spent loving your family was just for nothing, years of trying to fit in was nothing... The truth hit you hard, they never loved you. It was a trick... How pathetic of you to be so blinded by them...

But no worries, you'll uncover the truth piece by piece... even if you have to hurt the people you once loved.

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And the reader with vengeance boiling loud in their veins accepts the role easily, a plan already beginning to piece itself together in their mind.

But this isn’t the Bruce, the Batman, they know.

And they find themselves way in over their head.

Warning: pseudocest/incest implied/up to interpretation, like you can decide whether or not it’s platonic, sexual tension?? I… guess??, Bruce is just a little touchy, villainous reader, reader is a bit of a brat, the DNA check thing is in the process of being done but the reader’s DNA keeps melting through everything and Bruce is just like ‘yep, that’s mine’, the reader isn’t his child but they do share a lot of DNA with him… if you get what I’m implying…, drugging, reader’s hands are tied behind their back, possessive behaviour, etc.

BRUCE WAYNE

Bruce hums softly, hands rubbing up and down the sides of your thighs, feeling at the flesh against his fingers.

You’re all tuckered out after all your kicking and screaming (and maybe a bit of that drug he gave you), hands tied behind your back, body limp but not fully melting into him, the distance between your two bodies just enough for him to see your face, your glare still deep in your features but a little less intense, wavering the slightest bit with the energy dripping out of your bones.

You’re in his office. Sat on his lap like a gift.

And you hate it.

Bruce’s eyes trail over you, over your face.

You look so much like him with those brows of yours carrying that sharp little arch he used to be so self conscious of and the darkness to your stare he could never quite get rid of. He doesn’t know how the other him gave you up. He doesn’t know why anyone ever would.

Bruce leans forward to press your noses together and you reel back like an offended cat. He can’t help the laugh that comes out.

His.

The DNA hasn’t even been able to be checked yet—your blood keeps destroying his equipment—but he already knows you’re his. You couldn’t be anything but.

His baby. His. It didn’t matter if you weren’t his by blood, you were his by right. The other him gave you up. Bruce, he, was the one who found you, who kept you, who chose you.

The other him didn’t get to make any claims. Didn’t get to keep anything he discarded.

But, as angry as he is that another him gave you up, he can’t help but feel a little grateful.

Bruce wouldn’t have you if it weren’t for the other him’s mess-up’s.

GN!Villain Reader x Superman

DUBCON DUE TO SEX POLLEN! Both reader and Superman are under its effects but consent, Reader is gender neutral (only referred to as you) but has a vag. (Terms used such as cunt, pussy etc.), breeding kink, pregnancy, slightly Yandere Superman, Reader denies being in love for a bit, enemies and/to? lovers, alien dick, knotting, slight cum inflation, vaguely omegaverse.

You weren’t sure how you got here with him of all people;

Superman.

Trapped in a small hotel room outside of the city and injected with some sort of drug that made you want to jump on his dick like a pogo stick, even when he was your enemy.

You were a villain, his villain.

You hate everyone and everything, the exact opposite of him. Anything that showed signs of being alive disgusted you, animals, insects and people alike. So you simply resolved to kill them all, you’d tear this world down starting with Metropolis. Nothing would escape your wrath is what you promised yourself.

But unfortunately that promise was hard to make come true with Superman (and his little hero friend group) around.

At best buildings were ruined and at worst everything was fine when you fought. Nobody got hurt ever, which drove you up the wall. No matter how many times you pummelled him he would be fine. He’d even mock you with conversation, “You look well today, have you been eating more like I suggested?”, “Is that a new suit? It looks nice.” And “You’re doing so well, maybe instead of doing all of this you could come join us?”

It enraged you. Every battle he’d do this, he’d fight back but never with his full strength. Just enough to knock you back even when you tried your hardest to kill him.

Now you’re both here panting like dogs. You think it may have been caused by Lex Luthor, probably buying something off poison ivy in Gotham. Whatever it is, it’s fucking with you both badly.

You glance over at Superman, who’s currently also on the floor gripping at his suit like it’s choking him, sweating and already out of it. You doubt you’re much better, in fact you know you’re not much better. You can feel yourself absolutely dripping through your suit, the sweat making it stick and feel tight all over.

Shit you can’t take it, it’s like everything is on fire and you know that if you just had his hands on your hips bucking into you that you’d feel relief… No! You can’t!

But it’s too hot. You have to take your suit off fast, any more and you’d overheat. Even if it means being naked in front of your mortal enemy anything is better than this.

“Sorry, Superman.” You mutter causing him to turn and look at you before his eyes go wide as he watches you strip.

“What are you doing?!” He practically yells hands covering his eyes.

“It’s too hot.” You mumble as you peal away your suit, feeling a sliver of relief finally. The only thing left on you now is your underwear. You’re thankful Superman grabbed you when you were hit and flew you both into this small motel, the motel owner didn’t even look up when he tossed some money at him. Just nodded and handed some keys before going back to flipping through the paper. You can remember being scooped up again and thrown into the motel room before Superman locked you both in. Never have you been thankful to him until now.

“Take off your suit, you’ll overheat too.” You growl glaring at him, he inched himself into a corner his eyes still covered.

“I- I can’t do that! I’ll be- ugh.. fine!” He squeaks out still avoiding your gaze.

“Fine! Die then! I’ll just kill everyone when you’re gone!” You yell causing him to freeze up. It’s a phew minutes before he starts to move to begin taking off his suit. He’s painfully slow but you ignore that to take off your underwear while he’s distracted.

It’s another relief when the air hits your cunt, but doesn’t do much to quell the urge to fuck yourself.

You glance over at him, he’s now only got his underwear on and dissociated hard, staring at the bedroom wall completely out of it.

You turn back to your bedroom corner, hands reaching in between your legs while he’s distracted. You’re curled up onto your knees and forearms as you reach your hand between and insert a finger into your pussy that’s so wet you put in a second right away.

It feels like drinking one glass of cold water when you just ran a marathon, it’s not enough but it feels good. Addicting.

You’d don’t care that he can probably hear the squelching noises, the best you do is inch yourself towards the bed fingers still inside as you manage to pull yourself up onto the sheets and onto your back. It feels comforting to be on a bed doing this, less like an animal in heat and more like a really horny person instead. The drug keeps increasing in intensity even as you do your best to satiate it.

“Shit!” You cry as you finger harder pressing against all the spots you know you like, but barely any relief just like before, just more slick on your thighs and an ache and crave for cock. You only shut your eyes and imagine the relief of anyone’s— of his, cock. You roughly fingering yourself at the idea. Your mind feels so fuzzy and warm like you’re being wrapped in a hug that just won’t let go.

Wet squelches take up your ears and your own breathy moans. How fall you’ve fallen now, to masturbate so furiously with your enemy in the room. You’ve been reduced to a needy cunt so desperate to be filled up with your enemy’s sperm, to grow heavy with a child made of your coupling, to have him be yours.

You can fit three fingers now, it’s not much different but it helps with the craving of something thicker.

‘Just beg him.’ A soothing voice inside tells you, ‘Beg him to fill you up, if you ask all prettily he can’t say no right?’ It purrs.

“Noooo…” you whine aloud in reply, you can’t. There’s no way. Even if the idea itself makes your lower belly do somersaults and your head nod rapidly in agreement.

The voice only gets louder though in cries to beg. But you ignore it to focus on your new problem;

You can’t cum.

No matter how you touch yourself, nothing happens. You can feel the tight ball building but that’s just it, it keeps building. There’s no snap of a coil there’s no nothing. No relief. In fact your fingers are starting to hurt to the point you have to stop.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

You’re going to have to beg. Beg your enemy for cock, beg him to fuck you silly. Beg him to do anything to stop the painful heat and ache.

You glance over to Superman, he’s watching you. How long has he been watching you? His breaths heavy and his face sweaty. He’s on his legs when you make eye contact, walking to you slowly to the point it makes you whine. You want to call out his name, but you don’t even know his real one.

‘A pet name is the safest bet- shoot which one do I call him?! It’s not like you could call him kitten! Whatever just call out something anything!’ Your mind spins until you quickly blurt out the fastest one.

“Love, please…”

You felt more embarrassed calling that out than you being absolutely naked and wet for him. Maybe that was the pollen talking, but whatever. It worked because you blink one second and then he’s right over you panting. He yanks your hips towards him making you yelp before he hold up your leaky pussy to his face before he begins eating you out with furious intent. His tongue and mouth giving you almost a cool feeling that combats the heat, He laps at you like a thirsty man in a desert finding water.

You moan loudly grabbing his hair as you cum just from the cool relief alone, your head flung back as you shake. It’s like a brief glimpse of heaven, you wished you could feel that forever.

“Good- so ugh!” You trip over your words mixing them up as you finally come down, you release your grip on his hair going slightly limp. He pulls out between your legs and giving you a blissed out smile, maybe your cum and your slick cooled him down momentarily or maybe he gets off on your pleasure. That would make sense for someone like him.

Before you can think more he flips you onto your stomach tilting your hips upwards. You grip onto the motel sheets violently as you feel his dick slap your cunt a phew times before you finally feel it slip inside so easily it’s like your insides are just pure lube aiding in his mission to fuck you.

His words are slightly slurred but you can hear them clearly.

“Love you, I love you. Love you so much, god.”

It’s like a chant which encourages him to start thrusting into you. So desperate and so messy.

“I’ve— damn it, wanted you since I first saw you! Knew you were gonna be mine.”

You can’t even reply, the way he’s fucking you so good that makes your entire body give into him like putty. His cock and thrusts are like a cooling agent, cooling your body down when it feels like it’s lit on fire.

“I told the justice league not to hurt you and leave ya only to me, wanted to feel those hands hitting me like you hated me.”

No… that’s not right you do hate him, not ‘like you hate him’, you hate him. Yeah sure maybe you went a bit easy on him, you didn’t want him to die… because you needed someone to fight. Yeah. Thats it. Not that you were in love with him or anything.

“And our first kiss in the snow! Sh— shoot I can’t forget it!”

No it wasn’t a kiss, you just knocked teeth when you both fell that one time last year during the first snow fall! You pretty sure you came again with his words alone, why did he have to sound so erotic?!

“Your pussy is dripping, did you like rememberin’ that? I wanted our first time together when we both started dating but— I-ugh… planned to make it all gentle and sweet but t-this is okay. We can just say this is the start of our relationship now yeah?”

You only moan out at his words, your eyes rolling in the back of your head at his thrusts. You can’t deny them, can’t challenge them, it feels too good feeling his dick inside you.

His dick feels weird like it has pleasurable soft spikes all over it heightening your pleasure.

“F- Fuck! I feel like I’m going to cum soon, Can I cum inside? Pleasugh!”

You should say no, should tell him to be careful that you don’t want to get pregnant like a rational person. But you don’t care, you give into impulse, to desire.

“Yes! Yes! Please!” You cry out and he grabs your arms and pulls you back with them causing your to rise off the bed, back against him as he bucks you forward.

“ ‘s not good to have a baby out of marriage so let’s instead say this is to celebrate our…” He moans loudly rhythm unrelenting, “our engagement yeah?”

“I’ll be the best husban’ you could ever dream of. Don’t gotta be a villain anymore, you can just focus on our kid and- and if one isn’t enough I can give you another n’ another till you forget, keep you tight on my cock daily yeah.”

He smiles to himself not that you can see, happy with the plan his babbling about while you’re too focused on the final snap of please that’s threatening to go any moment.

“Cumming!” You cry,

“Same fuck!” He bites your neck, causing the final rope to snap as you cum hard on his cock, sobbing as you suddenly feel a hard something nudging at your cunt before it pushes in locking you onto his dick and the cool feeling of his cum floods your womb.

Finally the pollen starts lifting as more cum floods inside. It feels weirdly heavy, as you glance down you can see a small bulge of where your womb should be, damnit you were going to be leaking for days.

And you couldn’t be happier.

“I’m not fighting you.” Clark, or Superman right now, glares at you as you square up to him.

“Why not.” You angrily glare black as you throw down your hands upset. He was your enemy! Why wouldn’t he fight you when you just threatened to blow up a building?

“Because you’re five months pregnant and I’m not fighting my pregnant spouse.” His face scrunches up as he stares at you crossing his arms.

Yandere Superhero Family x Neglected Villain Kid Reader

Imagine being the neglected child of a superhero family. Your parents and your siblings treated you differently, because you were the only one who didn't have powers.

This caused you to develop a hatred for your family and distance yourself away from them, and you were actually grateful that they didn't care, because you grew to like being alone anyway.

For years, it's been favoritism, broken promises to you, one upping siblings, parents who either expect too much from you or don't pay attention to you, etc. But one day, it all changed.

One day, you woke up to find out that you had powers now. You could (insert power here)!

You were over the moon at this fact, but there was no way in hell that you would tell your family about this. Not with how they treated you over the years.

So instead of becoming a hero, you decided to become a villain.

All you needed was a badass suit and a clever name.

Every day, you made your family's lives a living hell. They didn't even get a chance to catch you when they were done with your shenanigans, you just kept them on their toes day in and day out.

Blowing up buildings, destroying your dad's lab, burning your mother's suit, and trapping your siblings in a power welding confinement chamber so they couldn't intervene. That was all you.

You even made the news as the #1 supervillain to ever live.

But then one day, it all came crashing down.

It was a day like any other. You were fighting your family as usual, and you were winning as usual. But then one of your family members caught you off guard, using their powers to knock you out and send you crashing right into the wall behind you.

When you woke up, you find yourself laying in your bedroom, and your head and one of your arms was wrapped up in bandages.

Your family was here too. Your parents were on one side of your bed and your siblings on the other.

On one hand, they were happy that you had superpowers. But on the other hand, they were beyond furious that you were the one fighting against them the whole time. What were you thinking?! You could've gotten hurt, killed, or worse!

That's when you fucking snapped at them. Calling them out for having the nerve to be disappointed in you like they had a right to care when they haven't for a long time. You told them you enjoyed handing their asses to them and making them look like fools on LIVE television.

And they told you that you were on bed rest for the next couple of weeks, and as you got better, they were going to start being better to you from now on.

Of course, you protested. You were fussy, yelling at them, trying to use your powers on them which didn't work due to you still healing and totally not the power neutralizing system your mom placed around your room.

Even though you made it abundantly clear that you didn't want anything to do with your family, they kept showing you that they wanted to be better. But did it really matter anymore? You've lived fine enough and long enough without them.

But that didn't matter to them.

Katsuki Bakugo was not the type to be haunted by the past. No, if there was a problem, he faced it head-on. If something was broken, he fixed it. If there was an obstacle in his way, he crushed it and moved forward. Simple as that.

So why the hell couldn't he get rid of you?

Years had passed since the final war with the League of Villains, yet every time he closed his eyes, there you were. Standing right there—near enough to see, but too far to reach— looking at him with that same irritating smile of yours.

The one that always made him yell out of pure frustration, or just snap at you for no reason. The one that never seemed to disappear, no matter how many years went by.

"Tch." Bakugo rubbed a hand over his face.

...Annoying.

To him, you had no right taking up space in his head like this. You weren't a classmate, a friend— hell, you weren't even an ally. You were a villain, one of the members of the League. Someone he should've hated. Someone he should've forgotten by now.

So why was it completely impossible?

As the years passed, he just carried the weight of it on his own. Sure, he talked about it to a few trusted people, but mostly, it was just him. He’d find himself spacing out when something suddenly reminded him of you. He kept dreaming about you. Heck, sometimes he even thought he saw you.

He didn't know what these feelings were. Regret? He rejected the idea instantly. Longing? Hell no. Guilt? …

He stared out the window, letting the quiet hum of the agency fill the dark room.

No, it wasn’t guilt. It was just the frustrating weight of an unsolved puzzle. Katsuki Bakugo didn’t like leaving things unfinished.

He remembered exactly when the pieces had finally fallen into place. It happened much later, after graduation. He had officially stepped out of his U.A. uniform and into the pro hero world, working directly under Best Jeanist.

They had just finished a brutal evening patrol, the kind that left your bones aching and your costume smelling like smoke and such. They were hanging out in the agency’s private lounge, just him and Jeanist, shedding the heavy armor of their hero personas over lukewarm coffee.

Jeanist had been quiet for most of the night, adjusting the collar of his shirt, his eyes fixed on the city lights outside.

"You’ve been pushing your limits during high-speed maneuvers lately, Dynamight." Jeanist noted, his voice calm and serious. "Your stamina is remarkable. Even the medical board was surprised by how clean your recovery was, considering how close we came to losing you on the front lines."

Bakugo grunted, leaning his head back against the sofa. "Edgeshot knows his way around a human heart. I already thanked the old man."

Jeanist paused, setting his coffee cup down with a soft clink. He looked over at Bakugo, his expression softening with a heavy history. "Edgeshot held the line. He kept your body together. But he didn't have the energy to jumpstart a heart that had completely stopped, Bakugo."

Bakugo’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't snap. He just listened.

"The Commission had a file on a League affiliate before the Kamino raid. A summoner..." Jeanist continued gently. "She breached the perimeter while Shigaraki was distracted. She brought out an unknown entity, something even we couldn't fully identify. She forced a direct life-force transfer, using her own blood to bridge the gap. Edgeshot managed the flow inside you, but the spark... the spark came entirely from her."

Sitting there in the quiet lounge, Bakugo hadn't yelled. He hadn't demanded answers. Instead, a strange, heavy stillness settled over him as his mind connected the dots. You had spent the very last of your life to buy him a second chance.

"She didn't do it for the heroes..." Jeanist added softly, turning back to the window. "She told us she just chose to save someone she didn't want to lose. We never found a trace of her after the war ended."

"...Tch."

In the present, Bakugo let out a soft, breathy exhale, rubbing the back of his neck. He had kept those pieces neatly folded in his mind ever since that conversation. He didn't let it make him soft, but he couldn't stop it either.

Because his subconscious was a completely different story.

The dreams always found him whenever he finally closed his eyes on the office couch. They weren't scary, they were almost normal. Just fragments of the past playing out like an old movie reel.

At first, he’d dream of the USJ attack.

In the dream, he and Kirishima had been tearing through minor villains. But then you had stepped in. Your quirk was a walking nightmare— the bleeding dark aura, the twisted, undead silhouettes you summoned should have terrified them. Instead, you just stood there. You fought them, sure, blocking his explosions and deflecting Kirishima’s hardened strikes, but you weren't trying to kill them.

He remembered the way you looked at him— that irritating, amused smirk, as if he were just a particularly loud firecracker. It had driven him up the wall. Kirishima had been completely baffled, yelling about how unmanly it was to mock them, while Bakugo just screamed at you to die. You only laughed, vanished into the shadows, and left him with a bitter taste of frustration.

Then the dream would shift, warping into a cramped, dim room.

The League’s hideout.

Bound to that metallic chair, stripped of his gauntlets, he had been surrounded by monsters. But you were different that night. You stood near the back, your coat drawn tight, watching him with a quiet, hyper-vigilant caution. He hadn't understood why you were looking at him like he was a live bomb about to explode. Not until Shigaraki extended his hand, offering him a place among the villains.

Bakugo remembered the exact roar of his own voice screaming his refusal, blasting forward to declare that he would always be a hero. And in that split second of chaos, right before everything went to hell, he had caught your face.

You were smirking. A tiny, triumphant twitch of your lips, as if you had bet on him to say exactly that, and you had won.

But the dream always ended in the same quiet space. Just between the two of them, sitting somewhere undefined.

You would do all the talking. You’d ramble about stupid, everyday things, or tease him about how he always looked like he wanted to blow up a building for no reason. Your voice had that exact same light, irritating tone that used to drive him crazy. And Bakugo would just sit there, keeping his temper in check, simply watching you speak. He’d listen to every word, waiting for the one moment the chatter would die down.

And when the silence finally hit, he’d lean forward, his voice uncharacteristically quiet.

"Why?" he’d ask. "Why the hell did you do it? Why give it all up for me?"

You would pause. The easy, playful demeanor would fade, and you’d look at him with those familiar, unreadable eyes. A kind of smile that never seemed to disappear, no matter how many years went by.

"...Because I just did." you’d say softly.

And before he could even open his mouth to call you an idiot, to demand a real answer—

Bakugo’s eyes snapped open.

He stared at the office ceiling for a long moment.

"Fucking annoying..."

The city outside was still blinking with neon lights. He sat up slowly, exhaling a long, steady breath, and placed his palm flat against his chest.

He didn't look angry. He just looked resolved. He leaned back against the cushions, staring into the dark room, a faint, familiar scowl tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Inspired by a post from @sunraven0828 about a Yandere Hero who won't take no for an answer when it comes to marrying Villain-You!

It’s so easy for someone with just a bit more magical power or super strength, or heck, even be an alien among the normals. Easily subduing the bad actors that terrorize the general public, they’re oh so grateful. Propping them up with praises and songs that will be sung for generations! The politicians love a hero to promote, and the people need a figure to instill hope. So when they decree that their precious hero: Star-Child deserves a gift, they ask their all-great and powerful hero just what their living star yearns for most in the world? 

“The super villain: Chaos as my spouse!”

“WHATT!!?????

Turns out being all-powerful in a world of average, everyday people is so incredibly boring. For a good while, Star had gotten bored with this whole hero-thing. Used to the praise. Tired of the constant fakes who try to bribe and scheme. They get so done with all of it, they genuinely contemplate just destroying the world. They can do it. It’d just be so easy….oh wait, something’s attacking me.

Real pain catches them off guard. An odd feeling they don’t quite grasp until they’ve been slammed into a building. As they pull themself from the wreckage, preparing to engage. They’re desperate to get a look at their assailant…the one who finally has gotten their blood pumping again.

“Who are you?”

“I am Chaos, and I will kill you if it’s the last thing I do!”

The fight that ensues isn’t anything to write home about once they get used to the weight of those telekinetic punches. Still, they let themselves get knocked around as if it actually hurts. For the first time, actually thinking about how to properly act so that their invulnerability doesn’t immediately reveal them. Every time, trying to get a better look through the X-ray deterrent mask Chaos wears. 

“W-why are you doing this, Chaos? C’mon, there's always a chance to do the right thing! Oomf!”

“Silence! When I’m done with you, you’ll wish you’d never come to this town!”

Occasionally, Star-Child is taking blows, but only because they’re getting sloppy. They want to see who you are so bad!!! Through every counter and defense, they can see the skill that clearly puts Chaos above any other villains they’ve been fighting. A real terror to the pristine community Star-Child has kept. Or that’s what they say in the press conference that follows.

“Star-Child! Rider’s Gazette, this is the first villain who’s escaped you. Should we be concerned?”

“Folks, as much as I’d like to dismiss your worries, I have to be honest. Chaos is a threat like never before, and I urge everyone to trust me while I work to beat it. In the meantime, stay away and be vigilant; we’ve had masked villains before, but never like this.”

Of course, the people are horrified. A villain that’s actually a villain? Who would have guessed? Star-Child only worded it that way because they genuinely wonder if one of these nosy little reporters will reveal you first. Nonetheless, they now find themselves anxiously drumming on their lap in hopes that Chaos will appear. Letting mediocre, weaker heroes fight in the meantime, rationalizing that they’re busy investigating. Everyone is none the wiser when Chaos does reappear, and an epic battle ensues that ends with Star-Child getting kidnapped. 

“Oh my STARS!! Chaos is abducting our Star!!!” 

“I am, and if everything goes to plan, you’ll never see your hero alive again.”

“Nooo!!!”

“Hahahahaha!”

Despite the populace’s despair, Star-Child is in heaven. Pretending to be overwhelmed by Chaos’ surprise attack and trying their best to pretend to be sleeping. So they won’t struggle as they’re shoved into a machine meant to drain their power. Yes, Star is feeling tingly but not lose their powers tingly; another kind as they subtly lift their eyelids to spy on Chaos in their natural habitat. Relaxed and humming to themself, they send a speculative scan over their super-powered captive before trotting away and taking off their helmet. 

Star doesn’t even bother pretending to sleep. Feeling like the dork in those old movies, crushing on the hot, popular girl.

Underneath the mysterious mask of the villain Chaos is You! Star can’t believe you have ever met because surely he’s seen such beauty. Such sexiness. Such unregulated coolness that Star can’t help but audibly swoon. Bringing your glittering gaze to him, where the glare on your face looks like you're flirting with him. 

You’re yelling at him…probably, but he can’t exactly hear you.

Feeling like he’s replaying a slo-mo sexy shot in a movie.

There’s spit on his face from how much you're yelling, but all they can find of value is that a fluid of yours was on his face. 

The only thing they really register is you pulling at a giant switch on the wall and then holding a gun to their head. And for once, they actually feel the pain of a bullet jamming into their skull, this time actually falling asleep. 

When Star-Child is found, they’re believed to be dead. The police and paramedics are rushing to remove the bullet from their skull before breaking down, believing their precious hero has died. But the flatline of the monitor jumps, and Star-Child sits up again, the city’s governor, eager to tell the hero to rest, promising to reward them for their great feat. 

Immediately, they ask to look at the city’s database using their super speed to flicker through the faces with features similar to yours. Getting more and more frustrated as they don’t find you…and then there you are. The police waste no time tracking you down, letting the press run with the story of you being Chaos: The Dastardly Villain That Nearly Killed A Star! Instantly, your life crumbles, and all your research and inventions are slowly discovered as there is a mass investigation to find your lair and the invention that brought Star-Child to their knees. As the outcry for your sentencing becomes greater every day, right alongside, there is a scheduled address from the world’s beloved hero, receiving the one thing they so desperately want. 

All to make a statement that shakes the world. 

Of course, the cameras shut down, and the reporters are frothing. While the officials who’ve staked their careers on Star-child are on their knees begging to believe this was all a joke. Though Star-Child is casually lounging while sipping on some coffee, casually waiting while they scramble. 

“Oh, it wasn’t a joke. I want to marry them!”

“P-please reconsider, they are a criminal! They’re even going to be put up for the death penalty.”

The room gets colder, and Star-Child isn’t drinking coffee anymore. Instead, they’re holding the neck of the governor up high, and suddenly, the doorknobs to open the room have melted.

“If you so much as lay a finger on them, I will burn this city to the ground.”

Begrudgingly, the governor arranges the marriage himself and refuses to speak in the face of curious reporters. Allowing you, in your prison jumpsuit, to browse at the designer outfits that Star-Child has chosen to show you off in, and even if you wish to return to your cell, the red laser trailing on the governor’s back will silence your pleas every time.

“Look, I’d honestly prefer to take the death penalty or however many years you think I deserve. Anything to get away from this guy.”

“If I had it my way, you wouldn’t even be breathing—Yahh! Uh, I mean uh I wish you the best in your new relationship.”

Don’t think your little invention you made that did manage to record their meta DNA is going to be of help. Even if you fashion a serum for you in time for the wedding, it will never compare to Star-Child, who casually holds your super-powered fist before kissing it. 

“Ah my love! You’re like me! Now we really can take on the world together.”

As that ring is slid on your finger, all you can hope is that the investors you sold the DNA to will be able to pay for another test subject or some neutralizing ray that will end your suffering sometime soon.

❥ ⎯⎯⎯⎯ㅤ𐙚ㅤׄ Captured on a mission gone wrong, you quickly realize escaping might not be your biggest problem—especially when two very dangerous women can’t take their eyes off you. 🌟ֵᩧ ꒱꒱ ♡

ᰍᰨ ׅ ⸼ parings ꢁ G!P Soft!Dom!Captain Peggy Carter x Sub!Villain!Prisoner Fem!Reader x G!P Dom!Carol Danvers, mention of Wandanat.

ᰍᰨ ׅ ⸼ cw ꢁ Reader is a naughty villain, slight violence, almost non-consensual touching (once), slight use of "Y/n", slight injury, mention of nightmares and screams. +18!! Wild kisses (sorry), hate sex (with Carol), oral vaginal sex, fingering, handjobs, internal and external ejaculation, touching/sucking tits and nipples (R receiving), P in V, vaginal double penetration, unprotected, take care. English is not my first language!! MEN AND MINORS DNI!!

ᰍᰨ ׅ ⸼ wc ꢁ 4.394 (so...)

୭ৎ ׁ ₊ — N/A ⦂ I haven't finished the other oneshot yet, and it will probably take longer to finish. So, after watching What If...? again, I thought I'd write something about my favorite Captains. That doesn't have a universe for sure, lmao, but I put Captain Carter's idea together in the universe where Thor is an only child and Carol and he has a sexy fight. That's why Byrdie shows up at the end btw.