#superhero corruption

[ohwrite]

Villain: for the last TIME Superhero STOP SENDING TEENAGE TRAINEES TO FIGHT ME

Superhero: what? can’t even beat a trainee hero?

Villain: No! It’s the fact that they are KIDS? Stop making CHILDREN fight someone who could VERY WELL MEAN THEM HARM

Superhero: mmmm I dunno someone sounds bitter that one of the trainees tripped them up the other day

Villain: MOTHERF- YOU SAW THAT??

[inamindfarfaraway]

I love how Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse said “Anyone can be Spider-Man”. I love how it inspired everyone to imagine their own Spider-People, saving the day in their own universes, with all kinds of cool, interesting personalities and aesthetics and mutations and life stories and relationships. We all put pieces of our soul into these homemade heroes. We had fun. We found community. And then Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse said, “Wow, great job! You’ve really taken our message to heart. Well, get ready for even more of everything you liked from the first movie and a new message to complement the first. Anyone can be Spider-Man… and anyone can be pulled into a cult.”

So now we all have to contemplate whether our lovingly crafted heroes would ever be on Team Mandatory Trauma Because Martyr Complex or not and why.

[the-starlit-authoress]

Villain clutched their undoubtedly broken ribs and stared up at Superhero from their position on the ground. Their glare would be more effective were it not so pained.

Superhero stared back idly, as if dealing with a minor annoyance. "Any last words before I rid this world of your pathetic existence?"

"I thought heroes didn't kill people."

"Yes, well. Not officially." Superhero delivered a hard kick to Villain's jaw, knocking them down. "But accidents happen."

Villain spit out the fresh blood in their mouth and tried to stop their head from spinning. "Does the agency know their trophy hero is a murderer?"

Superhero smiled. "Oh, darling. Who do you think handles the coverup?"

So what, were all heroes like this then? Were they morals just an act? Hero wouldn't do this. Their Hero wouldn't. But their Hero wasn't here to save them.

As if reading their mind, Superhero spoke again. "Shame Hero isn't here to see this. I'm sure they'd love to come and give their little speach about being better than our enemies, but they got a little...caught up at the headquarters."

"Why do I get the feeling you had something to do with that?"

Superhero flashed their public smile. The one they gave to the press and city officials. Villain knew their real smile was much darker. "I'm sure I don't know what you mean."

[berrysquared]

Hotguy!Scar and Cuteguy!Grian intro sheets for a Superhero au I’ve been brainrotting over recently

[stealingyourbones]

[winters-dream]

Villain bursted through one of the many side doors to the hero agency’s headquarters, turning down the many hallways to find Hero. Panic rose in their chest as they dove through the utter chaos the facility was under. Heroes and sidekicks were scrambling everywhere as an alarm blared through the intercom, alerting everyone of a great danger.

Villain paid no mind, slipping through the corridors unseen. The heroes finding out about their whereabouts was the least of their worries. Their number one priority was Hero. Finding them, freeing them of their confines, and taking them home. 

They looked down at their phone, double checking the cell number Hero’s sidekick had sent them. They leapt down staircases, not concerned with their own safety, just trying to get to Hero as soon as possible. It didn’t take long, Villain spotted Sidekick rather quickly, racing towards them with a blinding speed. 

They stood before a thick metal door with a small window to peek through. Villain looked inside to find Hero sitting on the cold concrete floor, staring into nothing. Villain let out a sigh of relief, seeing Hero with no visible injuries. 

“How did they get here?” asked Villain. “Imprisoned by their own agency.”  

Sidekick shook their head and they typed in the pass code to get inside. “I can’t tell you, they won’t talk.”

Villain gritted their teeth together. “How long have they been here?”

“A few weeks—”

“And you’ve just now decided to tell me?” Villain wanted to scold the sidekick some more, but the sound of footsteps coming their way along with shouting was getting louder. 

Villain pushed into Hero’s cell, kneeling before them in the cramped space. “Hero.”

The sound of Villain’s voice seemed to pull Hero out of a trance as they looked up at them with surprise and relief swimming in their eyes. Villain brought a hand up to cup the side of their face, then sliding down the length of Hero’s arm. The touch was gentle but Hero still flinched away, a grimace distorting their features.

“Villain?” they rasped out. They reached a hand out to touch Villain’s face, like they couldn’t trust their sight to tell them the truth. 

“Yes, baby, it’s me,” Villain held their hand over Hero’s, their other hand grasped onto their arm. “I’m here. And I’m going to take you home. Can you stand?”

Hero nodded and let Villain pull them up. As soon as they managed to stand on their feet, their knees buckled, vertigo hitting them like a truck. Their vision blurred as they grabbed onto Villain’s jacket to stop themselves from falling. Villain caught them before they could hit the ground, allowing Hero to use them for support. Hero wrapped their arms tightly around Villain’s neck, leaning onto them like their life depended on it. Which it probably did.

“S-sorry,” the hero stuttered out. “I—you’re gonna have to—”

“It’s okay,” said Villain. They slipped a hand under Hero’s legs and hoisted them up into their arms. “I’ve got you, it’s okay.”

They glanced at Sidekick, who kept glancing back into the hallway with a nervous glint in their eyes. 

“Villain, you have to hurry,” they said. “The others will be here soon. They can’t know I let Hero out.”

They glanced at Hero, who seemed content with staring at the center of Villain’s chest. Though they seemed more or less  looking through the villain. The footsteps of the oncoming heroes invaded Villain’s ears like a clap of thunder. They spared one last glance at Sidekick and vanished. They found an emergency exit at the end of the hall and silently thanked whatever god that was up there that this building had so many exits. 

They raced through the streets, being as mindful as possible of the barely conscious hero in their arms. They slowed to a walk once they gained enough distance between them and the agency’s building. They looked down at Hero, their eyes blank and unreadable. 

“Are you okay?” they asked, earning a half-assed shrug from Hero.

“‘M just tired,” they whispered. They dug their head into Villain’s shoulder, Villain’s heart breaking at their weakened state. Villain planted a firm kiss on their forehead, seeing the roof of their home peeking through the other buildings. 

“You can sleep when we get home,” they said. “We’re almost there.”

And Hero did. They fell unconscious before their head hit the pillow, pulling Villain down with them. Villain didn’t mind for once and crawled under the  covers with Hero. 

They used this time to really examine the state Hero was in, relieved that they didn’t seem to have any major injuries. A few scratches and some bruising, but otherwise perfectly uninjured. They pull Hero close to them and plant another kiss on their forehead. 

“I’m sorry,” they whispered. “I should have found you sooner.”

As expected they received no response and sighed. They knew that they’d have to wait until tomorrow for some answers and that didn’t make sleep come to them any easier. 

They woke with a start, finding sunlight streaming through the window and Hero’s side of the bed empty. They sat up instantly, throwing the covers off them as they searched for Hero, their search coming up short when they spotted the door to their balcony slightly ajar. 

They looked through the glass to find the hero curled up on one of the seats, wearing their favorite of Villain’s hoodies. They wore a blank expression, paying Villain no mind as they stepped out onto the balcony and took the seat next to them. Their eyes were void of the usual light Villain had gotten used to seeing. Hero sat motionless, still as a statue. The only indication that Villain wasn’t staring at a Hero-shaped statue, was the subtle movement of their chest as they breathed. They looked dead. 

Broken. 

“Hero,” Villain called out softly. They received no response, Hero’s eyes moving millimeters in their direction before going back to staring blankly ahead. So unlike the Hero Villain knew. Nonetheless, Villain tried again.

“Hero, are you okay?” 

Villain reached out and took hold of Hero’s hand, rubbing the back of it with their thumb. Hero didn’t respond right away but eventually mumbled out an ‘I'm fine’. Almost subconsciously, Hero adjusted their hands so it was Hero who held Villain’s hand. The force in which Hero held them was more than enough indication that Hero was most definitely not fine.

Questions burned at the back of Villain’s throat, begging to come out. The most prominent one, and possibly the most important one, was why Hero was locked up by their own agency. They longed for answers that they knew would be difficult to say. But seeing Hero like this was torture. 

“Hero,” they said again, their questions obvious by the tone of their voice. 

“Not now,” whispered Hero, with a simple shake of their head. “I’d rather not talk about it now.”

Villain was at a loss of words. They’ve never seen Hero like this before, this was a completely new Hero. One that Villain didn’t know how to act around. 

“Do you want some coffee?” they asked, settling for tending to any physical needs Hero might have. Emotional support had never been Villain’s strong suit. 

Hero shook their head again. 

“Okay, well I’m going to get some,” said Villain. “I’ll be right back.”

Only that didn’t work out like they planned. As soon as Villain stood up, Hero’s grip on their hand tightened painfully. Though Villain didn’t think Hero was aware of that. They began muttering something, too low for Villain to hear. Though they did pick up on the words ‘best friend’. They sat back down in their seat hopeful, that they might get something from the hero.

“Hero?” They mentally jumped for joy when Hero looked at them, their eyes finally focused. 

“I was betrayed by my best friends,” said Hero. “Everyone at the agency, we basically grew up together. We trained together, fought together. We were like one big dysfunctional family.”

Tears welled up in their eyes and they made no move to wipe away the ones that fell. “And they betrayed me. There’s a mole in the agency and they thought it was me. They threw me in that cell and tortured me for information I don’t even have.”

Villain sat and listened as Hero went into horrible detail of everything they did to them. The agency didn’t hurt them physically, but the psychological damage they’d done was far worse than any broken bones could do. And only in a span of weeks. Villain could only hold Hero’s hand and stroke their arm as a form of comfort as they spilled everything that happened to them. 

“They took my powers,” said Hero. They were fully crying at this point, clinging to Villain’s hold on their arm. “And Sidekick—they just stood there and watched—”

They cut themself off with a broken sob, their breathing picking up quickly as they began to hyperventilate. Villain knew what was happening; Hero had a long history of being prone to panic attacks and this was no different. They jumped into action quickly, pulling Hero into a hug and softly swaying back and forth. 

“It’s okay, Hero, I’m here,” they whispered into their ear. They rubbed Hero’s back in a soothing manner and used their other hand to keep Hero’s head on their chest. Both things they’ve learned helped Hero with calming down. “Breathe with me, okay? Match your breathing to mine.”

 They took a deep breath, prompting Hero to do the same. They continued like this, whispering small praises in their ear form time to time. And slowly Hero calmed. It could have taken a few minutes or a few hours, Villain didn’t care how much time passed. All they cared about was the now calmed Hero, who’s breath now only hitched from the occasional sniffle. 

“I’m leaving,” they whispered.

“What?” asked the villain. They adjusted their position so they now sat in one chair with Hero snuggled into their lap. They held them close as they waited for Hero’s clarification. 

“I’m leaving the hero agency,” they said. “After everything they did, I don’t want to see any of them ever again. I won’t be able to do hero work anyway, since they took my powers from me. I’m leaving.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” whispered Villain. They tightened their hold on the hero, pulling them closer. “I’m so incredibly sorry. Is there anything I can do?”

Hero shook their head, a pained expression coming over them. 

“Just hold me,” they whispered. 

And that, Villain did. They held Hero all day until the day turned to night. It would take years of therapy for Hero to feel like themselves again. And Villain would be there every step of the way.

[surplus-of-sarcasm]

31st Story

Part 2

TW: Captivity, implied past torture, blood mention, restraints, mistrust, starvation mention, defiant whumpee, corrupt system, knife

Heyyy! Long-time no see. I blame college 100% because it takes up all my time, seriously. Happy New Year tho 💙

Villain could tell himself he was already used to the cold, hard embrace of the dull rock of his cell, to the claustrophobia-inducing lack of windows, to the fact that the only times he ever got to see the light was when someone walked in to beat him senseless, a feat made incredibly easy with the help of the chains that shackled his wrists and ankles, not allowing for much movement.

He could pretend that being covered in blood and filth, dazed and starving, was nothing to him, that the maddening urge to find out what time it was wasn't gnawing at him torturously.

"In here, wishful thinking is all you are capable of," a sunken-faced, old prisoner had told him before he was thrown into his personal hellhole. He hadn't said anything, but he'd believed the old hag to be weak and hopeless, and thus so was her sentiment.

Right now, all he wondered was if he'd break even faster than that woman might have. The villain screwed his eyes shut, hoping it would stop the chain of thoughts poisoning his mind, but all that did was make him think clearer, every disturbing image he tried so desperately to expel growing clearer and more vivid by the moment.

It was bad enough handling the physical pain, where every time he so much as shifted his form slightly, the tormented muscles in his back would scream in protest. But the physical side was tolerable, compared to being left at the mercy of his mind; a cruel, sinister thing.

So consumed he was in his own reverie, he hadn't even noticed as the door to his cell was unlocked, at least not until the light skirting around the corner had him snapping his eyes open and sitting up.

"This doesn't look good on you," a silky, almost serpentine voice called out.

"Superhero?" he asked, despising the note of trepidation in his voice.

"No. Just her lacklustre twin," she scoffed.

"Vigilante," he deduced with a slight fall of his shoulders in relief. It's not that he believed Vigilante would treat him well, it's just that no one could rival Superhero in cruelty.

"Still ever the genius," she responded dryly.

"What do you want?" he asked, almost desperate. If she was here to torment him, he wanted her to get over with it. It was becoming progressively more difficult to bear the state in which he was in, the one chock-full of waiting and thinning patience, of hoping the pain would start so it could end, that this time would pass faster.

Except it never did.

"It's strange seeing someone normally so high and mighty like this," she attested, dodging his question.

The older version of him would have let out a frustrated snarl and cussed her out for annoying him, but now all he could do was bite his tongue and stare at her with his new resting face, broken and defeated.

"Well, I'm not here to hurt you," she said, folding her arms across her chest.

That was a response, albeit an indirect one. And of course, she wasn't here to hurt him. She was here to make sure he was comfortable, that he was enjoying his five-star stay in this resort in hell.

Sucks to have an army of enemies and not a single semblance of a friend.

He and Vigilante hadn't really had any direct bad blood, but he was a villain locked up in here, so by default, he was supposed to be her enemy, right? It didn't matter who walked in here or whether they knew him or not. They just loved to see him break, to see him, once so relentlessly powerful, reduced to less than nothing. Perhaps it brought them a sort of sick satisfaction, but he didn't know much about satisfaction anymore to judge.

"I'm going to get you out of here," she said casually, like promising him the impossible was some sort of small punishment, nothing to tear himself up about. Maybe she could rival her sister in cruelty.

Without warning, a hysterical laugh escaped his throat, only for him to bite his lip and stop abruptly, trying to clamp a hand over his mouth only for him to remember he was chained up.

Vigilante's face fell, and his own had silent tears streaming down it. He felt as though he couldn't breathe, as though bricks were raining down on his shoulders and crushing his bones into nothing. His whole being seemed to itch with dread.

"Villain?" Vigilante called out, looking a mixture of confused and horrified.

"Just get over with it! Torture me until the floor runs red with my blood, tell me how death is a mercy above vermin like myself, and tell me to take it with a smile. Hit me harder when I can't bring myself to do it. Hit me until I feel all the pain of death but never attain it. Remember my current words as defiance, as another crime I've committed. I think watching me be humbled to the nothing I truly am will entertain you as any show would," he spat, only for regret to colour his features just as fast.

"Damn it. Villain, I don't want to do. . .any of this to you," Vigilante started, careful, trying for a semblance of gentle, something she was never particularly good at. "Like I said, I'm going to get you out of here," she continued again, hoping the stern tone indicated she was serious and not somehow going to torture him.

She'd never particularly liked him, mainly because he'd always been ice-cold, calculated to a point he seemed inhuman at times, no emotion whatsoever showing up on his face, besides a cool smugness. And by virtue of all the terrible things he'd done, all the blood on his hands. And yet, he was far from the worst thing out there, and most definitely not the villain in her story.

"And let's pretend you're telling the truth, which is completely fine by me because any mercy I've ever had here has always been a pretence, a figment of my imagination, you know. What could you possibly gain from this?" He raised an eyebrow, bearing a small resemblance to his usual self. Well, at least there was a slight amount of fight left in him, even if he was clearly holding back tears now.

But the villain's question wasn't completely outlandish. Vigilante did want something from him, but it wasn't a favour he would ever come to hate. "I need your help. My sister may seem like the goddamn tooth fairy to those who don't know better, but we know what her regime is really doing. This isn't about fighting crime, it's about her insatiable addiction to power."

"And where do I belong here?" The villain's voice still held the same disbelieving tone, his shoulders managing to tense even further.

"You're one of the few people who challenged her, Villain. And as much as it pains me to say it, you're a good strategist," she explained, even though she knew she'd barely convinced him in the slightest.

"I can't be the only one fitting that description, but I can be the only one owing you a favour too," he answered. Even if he didn't look half as confident, half as untouchable as before, the criminal was still just as clever. But it also meant he wasn't believing her anytime soon. Still, he wasn't wrong. The villain may not have smelled like roses all the time, but he'd be loyal to make sure they were even; a man of his word.

"What's it gonna be, Villain? Come with me or stay here?" she asked, folding her arms across her chest, growing impatient.

Well, it didn't make sense for her to give him a choice if she was going to torture him, but sense no longer governed things in his mind, letting a fearful apprehension replace it, no matter how humiliating. The choice could easily be an illusion, another cruel joke in this comedy skit from the filthiest parts of hell.

But it could be a chance, and he was desperate. So desperate he'd risk feeling even further degraded when she laughed in his face and put him through whatever torment she'd have planned.

"Fine," he answered, looking up at her with trepidation in his eyes. He could already feel the regret tasting like salt on his tongue and the burn of acid at the back of his throat he recognised as shame.

So when the sound of his chains being unlocked rang in his ears, and the vigilante helped him up, the feeling of surprise was palpable.

"I just need to handcuff you while they can see us," she explained, noticing how slowly the villain nodded, mistrust still burning in his eyes.

She didn't like how weightless he seemed against her, barely able to walk. She hadn't fought him much, but she clearly remembered that while his frame was somewhat slender, the villain's build still used to be athletic. It was no surprise he'd deteriorated, but that didn't make his fate any less cruel.

"I'm moving him to the other facility," she announced, practically dragging the half-starved villain with her, the only response being curt nods from the guards.

They were lucky that no one here would dare question Superhero and by default, her sister, if they could even tell the difference between both.

And sure enough, there was an entry documented into the other facility, done with the help of a few handsomely paid workers. And while Superhero wouldn't buy into the lie for long, it would at least make sure she didn’t notice immediately that something was up.

✨️Break✨️

The drive to Vigilante's house was almost torturously long and reeking of the tension of two people who weren't used to each other. The villain ran his fingers over his wrists, now free of handcuffs, but they still hurt. All of him hurt, a constant, dull pain that he was almost used to, but that didn't mean he didn't miss the times where he could remember moments without aches all over his body.

That was only the least of it anyway.

"I think you'd want to clean up," the vigilante had suggested when they'd got to her house.

Instead of an off-hand "yeah" like he'd meant to, the first words that foolishly came tumbling out of his mouth were: "I can?"

This wasn't an option they gave him back there, and soon enough he'd stopped caring entirely.

"Oh," Vigilante had responded, giving him a solemn look. "I mean, yes, of course you can," she corrected hastily.

He nodded, quite literally shoving himself into the bathroom and swallowing down the awkward shame in his throat.

He'd grown so accustomed to pain that he'd barely even noticed the sting of the hot water on his open, practically fresh wounds, or how the shower water underneath him turned a dull pink. He was a lot more focused on how his sore muscles relaxed with the heat, how he seemed to get lighter with all the dirt off him, good sensations having become foreign to him in the time of his captivity.

He walked out to find a change of clothes (his clothes) on the bed in the room outside, catching his reflection in the mirror, bruises lining his cheekbones and jaw and heavy, dark circles underneath his eyes. The villain simply ignored the old memories of himself taking the time to style his hair and care for his skin, his mind hardwired for survival, looking around the room for anything he could use in case he had to defend himself.

Not that Vigilante was stupid enough for that.

Still, if she wished to hurt him, she could've done it faster, could've done it earlier. Maybe the villain wouldn't trust her blindly, but so far, he hated her less bitterly than he hated everyone else.

"How'd you get these?" he asked, walking out, looking down at the black zip-up hoodie and black sweats.

Vigilante shrugged. "From your place."

"You broke into my- whatever." It wasn't the strangest part about the situation now. "What are we supposed to do?"

"I think you need to rest," she suggested.

And she was entirely correct, given his exhaustion and how the shower had made him somewhat sleepy, so he nodded his head, walking into "his" room and waiting until she walked up to her room, waiting until he could walk out and check if she'd slept, and once he was sure, he walked into the kitchen, picking up a knife and bringing it to his room.

The villain knew it was scummy, but he wasn't about to risk being hurt again, and if the vigilante truly had good intentions, the knife would never be put to use. Still, the villain had managed to fall into a fitful sleep, still better than any night he spent curled up on a cold, hard floor.

Trust is never easy, especially for those who have been hurt one too many times. But people were not made to live forever encased in solitude, a safe option to the blind and foolish, but never a permanent solution. And while taking a risk in times of suffering might seem like a wretched fate, sometimes it is the lifeline you need to breathe again.

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[siremasterlawrence]

The Reckoning Of Kal - El

Clark Kent is on a mission hunting for a new villain who erupts on to the scene and soon man legions of officials disappear from their public positions only to return as brand new people all together. Clark Kent was given a hot tip to follow one man in particular to his compound on the far side of town, he heads up the staircase to a hidden train station on the path and the sounds of the steer below are super effective distracting his super hearing. The train rolls in to the station as he enters it following man watching him furiously even in suspicious manner he still does nothing for a literal hour and exits as the man heads to the street and in to the alley way as Clark catches the door before it closes. Clark Kent sneaking in to the room as he slipping away through the door in to the room back to the wall, sliding to the end of the hall as he grab a key from one of the guards pushing the key in to the hall.The door unlocks opening the door to see his life literally on display with wall papers,posters, video feed with a wave of heavy nostalgia overtaking him and he falls back on to the wall.His body shook breaking out in convulsions as he hit the floor tight and he is rolling down the staircase in to the basement he flails on to the floor of the room and knocks in the young man who he followed.

“Oh My Clark! “

“You know who I am?”

“Clark Kent award winning Reporter”

“I am here to interview you “

“So you snuck in to my property?”

“You are running a illegal gang “

“I am here to save people”

“Why are they disappearing?”

“Merely a illusion “

“Like this “

“Wait? What?”

“All they did is stare in to my eyes “

“Sir! Please just answer my…”

“Your what?”

“My…”

“Listen to me Mr. Kent “

“Actually! Let me do this!”

“May I call you Clark?”

He stomps his feet as the door swing open as they flood in to the room multiple men of his enslavement as they door close instantly lock them in and surrounding Clark his own destruction of his demise as the lights are glowing up. The lights burgeoning on top of him from the ceiling shining down on us with such shining green emerald washing over us as Clark is in heat and sinking to its feet something in him transform with has eyes rolling to the back of his head.The pain apparent in his eyes as he falls on to his back rolling on to his side once more his eyes return back to status quo no longer dull, full of color, passion and showcasing all the pain in the world and his arms falter to the side.The young man commands them to help him up as he is raising him to his fullextended height and he walks to him as he cups his chin pulling it closer to me as I kiss him slowly and tenderly overwriting every one of his blocks. The team swiftly evacuates from the room upon on all of my instructions as his body sweeps up standing on the wall as I take some admiration of this massive body is coupled with this nerd and begin to feel him up despite all his pathetic attempts to fend me off. “I’ve wanted you for so so long my dear Clark…you are hot commodity despite your awareness, dorky mannerism and I love you more than you can imagine my friend. Why can’t you see that? “

“No…I mean…yes”

“Good boi! Clark”

“Mmmmmppppfffffhhhh…Fuck! Why did that feel good?”

“Because deep down you know “

“Know what? You are messing with my head “

“Fuck that! I am already there “

“Oooohhhh!!! Mmmmmm”

“I love you Clark! “

“You are my God!”

“Focus on me”

“Say it “

“I love you my God”

“Address me properly “

“Yes Master Lawrence “

“Good boi”

“Mmmmm…Sir Yes Sir”

“Do you love me?”

“More than anything “

Superman fell to his knees in throbbing pain as green lines spreading over skin growing in to think veins, his cock grows even big and bigger throbbing as they explode with cum and soon enough as he splutters over himself.The man knelt next to him scooping up his cum in his finger licking it up, then mixes his own cum with Clark’s as it turns green and he forces it in to Clark’s mind as he swallows it sending him in to a middles state of being in shock and he thralls him to me as he faints. The man uses his finger to slip over and under the reporters as he throbs once more with feeling growing bigger and bigger till it fit hai hands and Clark summons everything in to his ball once Clark instructions him the man steel gives in exploding his free will in to his hands.Once Clark came back in to his eyes as the kids pop back revealing the green tint to his eyes, the natural essence of succumbing to his worst nemesis Kryptonite because I have don’t the impossible and altered his mind for my use.

“Master! Clark’s is all yours “

“Clark Kent is erased”

“Yes! Who am I?”

“Superman “

“All day everyday “

“You are my slave “

“I feel so free”

“No more holding back “

“Kiss me slave”

“Yes Master”

“Lois?”

“Who is Lois?”

“Just a bitch”

“A bitch indeed”

“Your ass is tight?”

“Oh yeah?”

“Steel butt”

“God! I love you Master Lawrence “

“What does the S Symbolize?”

“Hope Master! What a idiot idea”

“How about we repurpose it?”

“What a lovely way to transition my power to you”

“It stands for Corruption “

The end

Please read both parts

[alien-hybreed]

Character Profile: Captain Meteor (Prime)

Story: Lizard Brain, The Tangled Web, That's a Wrap

Civilian Name: Hayley Drummond

Species: Human - Superpowered

Gender: Female

Appearance: 5'11", Athletic Build, Shoulder Length Blonde Hair

Personality: Playful, Confident, well-meaning albeit brash, ENFP, doesn't believe in Astrology (such a Taurus)

Distinctive Features: Favours a black domino mask, shiny Black leotard, matching black elbow-length gloves and thigh high boots in almost every reality.

Motivation: Protect the innocent and defenceless, try not to embarrass herself along the way

Powers: Superhuman Strength, Superhuman Speed, Flight, Accelerated Regeneration, Energy Absorption, Energy projection, Borderline Invulnerability

Status: Varies across the multiverse

Likes: Cute boys, people cheering her name, cute boys on charity calendars where they wear very little, donuts, cute girls, the look on Disastro's face every time she hits him, polar bears, going really fast

Dislikes: bullies, Disastro, feeling not good enough, rejection, Sabre Wulf, people on social media shipping her with Sabre Wulf, disappointing her parents, articles speculating if her and Sabre Wulf are a thing, Samantha Worgren aka Sabre Wulf

About: When she was a teenager, Hayley Drummond was relentlessly bullied for being tiny, shy and overly plain. All that changed when a cosmic event gave her the proportionate strength and power of an exploding sun. Becoming tall, beautiful and boisterous in a matter of weeks - her parents and peers figured that was just her growing up.

Over a decade later and she is now a proud member of The Protectors and is often referred to as Earth's mightiest protector. A title she bears without a hint of modesty. Though her true identity remains a well-guarded secret.

While she means well and is a staunch advocate for the safety of others, her impetuous spirit and poor spatial awareness can often see her accidentally create as much havoc and destruction as the villains and calamities she fights against.

[blessed-pineapple-cruncher]

i love enemies to lovers, especially superhero/villain edition, but i gotta say my absolute fav-sub genre is hero falls for villain first, doesnt wish to 'redeem' them

they might then:

outright defect to villain side

bonus if villain is unaware of former-heros feelings and is just '???'

try to subtly aid villain

just fucking loose it. just absolutly go batshit and turn traitor, declaring their undying love to a villain who is so fucking confused. just sabatoage and murder all their allies in a grandious, horrific display of their feelings

bonus is villain is freaked out

try to sweetly court villain. villain either does NOT understand what courting is, or thinks the hero is tricking them - they are not

becomes just so creepy and obsessive. practically stalks villain, uses hero info to further their goals, announces their intentions to villain who is terrified

and perhaps my absolute top tier favourite:

defects and proceeds to be 10x scarier and more dangerous than any other villain

everyone thinking 'oh my god wtf' and 'oh so tyhey were holdingh back as a hero' and 'wtf'

anyways i feel that the hero <3-> villain is far too underutilised within the hero x villain genre. i dont want redemption i want unhinged-former-heros!

[analexthatexists]

THIS. TOOK. FOREVER.

BUT IT'S FINALLY FRICKING DONE.

Introducing my take on the Nightmare of this Superhero AU. This story and Nightmare’s design(s) are highly inspired by Spiderman villains, Resident Evil, and The Last of Us! Thanks to @thenocturnenarrator for helping me with this! Superhero AU belongs to @thelunarsystemwrites!

This turned out so much more gruesome and complex than I expected, so VISUAL AND DESCRIPTIVE CW for the following;

Lab Experimentation (Might be considered child experimentation), Body Horror involving mushrooms growing out of the body, Gore, Blood, Insects, Vomiting, and potentially heavy subjects that not all viewers may like.

Backstory

Meet Nightmare “Nyx” Yggdrasil, a 12-13 year old who was kidnapped and experimented on alongside his brother Dream. At the time, he was only able to talk to plants and comprehend how they felt, but that was going to change very soon. The scientists wanted to enhance the powers of the soul’s magic, creating a serum that could do so but was incapable of working on Nightmare’s current state. His “soul” couldn’t be classified as one, seeing as it was more of a purple fireball of pure negative energy, so they needed a way to make it something tangible and experimental. They eventually gain the idea to have the brothers eat a Gold Apple from their home world so their “souls” can merge with the apples and therefore be alterable. While Dream’s process goes fine, Nightmare’s Apple obviously rots, but he’s still forced to eat it, and soon after so he’s injected with the enhancing serum. This not only enhances his ability to talk to plants to being able to control them and connect with them on a higher level, but it enhances the magic and power of the Black Apple, causing black goop to begin tearing out of Nightmare’s body. To prevent his body from literally ripping itself apart from the inside, Nightmare controls the plants around him to seal himself away into a large, cocoon-like growth. A few months pass after Dream escapes the lab with CORE FRISK, and the cocoon breaks open.

The fungi and other plant life had merged with his body. Nightmare was still mostly mentally there, but the cordyceps merging with most of his body was taking tolls on his brain and making him go a little crazy, not to mention the pent up vengeance and wrath he was feeling. Naturally, he slaughtered everyone in the laboratory and fled to the same place Dream and various other superheroes found themselves in. Craving any sort of comfort and affection, he forced together a team of supervillains including Dust, Horror, Killer, and maybe other willing characters. He’s convinced everyone including himself that he assembled the group for personal revenges on the world and to show everyone that they’ll be more than just tools, as well as general instinct telling him to feed off people’s suffering and all that.

But deep down, it’s just because he doesn’t want to be alone with nothing. Never again after all of the suffering he felt growing up in the laboratory…

Powers

Pre-Experimentation

Plant Communication

Hand-To-Hand Combat

Post-Experimentation

Phytokinesis / Plant Manipulation (Includes roots, mushrooms and fungi, flowers, ETC)

Poison Expulsion and Immunity (He pretty much vomits it up, or can poison people with poisonous plants/spores)

Regeneration

Spore Infiltration (He uncontrollably gives off spores every time he exhales as well as from his body’s fungi. Inhaling these spores can cause headaches and nausea, but severe cases can result in brainwashing, in which a host will become a mindless drone forced to take commands from Nightmare)

If a skeleton is spore-infested, they must wash out their skeletal system and clear all spores before the spores begin growing inside of the body and through the eye sockets and bones. The fungi that grow from these spores feed off a person’s negative energy and soul magic, slowly draining them and turning them into an emotionless husk, eventually killing them and leaving behind a visceral mess of flesh and flora. Humans and non-skeletal Monsters require more advanced surgical procedures to remove spores and fungi, and have far lower chances of surviving the infection.

Abilities

Insect Attraction (The foul stench that Nightmare gives off usually attracts flies, maggots, worms, caterpillars, ETC to feed on and live in parts of his body. This also means it’s not just chunks of moss and goop he’s throwing up…)

Nauseation and Headaches (Nightmare smells like rotting flesh and mushrooms, and the scent is very potent)

Intimidation (He’s scary!)

Weaknesses

Extreme Flammability/Fire

Explosives (He’s weak to those and generally dislikes the loud noises)

Light/Blaster Magic

Herbicides/Plant-Toxic Chemicals

Low Temperatures/Cold Climates

Abandonment (General Fear/Phobia)

Other Information

Alignment is Chaotic Neutral that eventually becomes Chaotic Evil

He's asexual and biromantic

One drastic difference involving this Nightmare from the original personality-wise is that Passive Nightmare is still in-tact. He's not dead in this AU, he's just been driven a little mad by vengeance and his own fungus. The apple he had consumed WASN'T the one that was possessed by the human that killed Nim; It was a Gold Apple he turned rotten, meaning he'd have more of his conscious than the main universe's Nightmare

Furthermore, he's also more of a liar and willing to bend the truth, such as when he lies to himself and others about the true reasons as to why he formed a team

Nightmare doesn’t leave his team to fight alone; he comes along with them every chance he gets to, even if it seems like a bad idea towards the others

When Nightmare realizes who Dream is, he’s hellbent on killing him and everyone that he has bonds and friendships with. He believes Dream had abandoned him and wishes to exact the same suffering he had to go through. It’s that Spiderverse-Miles-And-Spot “They turned you into a lovable hero, but I was turned into THIS.” dynamic we all know and love. Nightmare’s also very envious of his brother due to the fact he got to live a better, more fulfilling life than he did

Nightmare could definitely do that sick “Akira hand explosion attack” thing

[kink-creator]

Even more unused concept images from my first AI video, "A Hero Corrupted." I already shared some of the horniest unused mid-transformation images here.

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Pen's Song-Story Writing Challenge Extravaganza Submission!

@alilbatwrites your song was "The Law" by Reach, here is a snippet based on that!!

When Hero got back to the league from saving the city, they had expected celebration, or at least a thank-you. What they got instead was… eye-opening to say the least. They opened the doors to a bunch of stone-faced, enhanced superiors.

“Uh…what?” Hero asked, confused, “did I cause collateral damage again? I thought I was careful this time!”

“It isn’t that, Hero,” Superhero started.

“You took Supervillain down in under two minutes,” another super stated.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Hero joked.

When they received no response, Hero faltered.

“It…it’s not a bad thing, right?”

“Hero, you know our League is here to keep the nation’s peace,” Superhero said, “and to eliminate security risks.”

“Well, yeah, I’d day I did pretty good out there,” Hero said, “so why do you all seem upset?”

The sound of footsteps behind them made Hero’s head turn. Two league agents put a hand on each of Hero’s shoulders.

“Superhero,” Hero asked nervously, turning back to face their superior, “what’s going on?”

“We took a risk letting you roam free with your powers of energy manipulation,” Superhero said, “your abilities have grown to an incredible strength, and now the risks outweigh the benefits. I’m sorry, Hero.”

As Superhero spoke, one of the agents jammed the end of a needle into Hero’s neck. Hero cried out in pain, feeling ice flood their veins.

“So that’s it- you’re just going to get rid of me because I’m too good at my job!?” Hero asked desperately, feeling their limbs turn to lead.

“Your powers will only increase exponentially from here,” another league member said, “if we don’t contain you now, we’ll never be able to stop you if you become a threat.”

Hero tried to wrench themselves from the agents’ grips, but they held them fast. Hero’s knees buckled just as a wheelchair with padded restraints came into view.

“Take them down to Containment Level 3,” Superhero ordered.

“N-no,” Hero slurred.

Hero felt themselves be lifted into the wheelchair. Straps tightened across their body just as their vision began to fade. Their head sank down into their chest as the drug sucked them under.

…

When Hero awoke next, they thought maybe the events from earlier were just a bad dream. Maybe Supervillain had defeated them, and they would wake up in the med bay with Superhero by their bedside. Hero opened their eyes to a stark white room. They looked down at their form and found that they had been stuffed in some kind of straight-jacket suit, the buckles going all the way down to their ankles. Hero jerked upright, trying and failing to free themselves. They tried to call on their power, but their movements were sluggish, and their energy barely materialized.

Hero fought back the tears that brimmed in their eyes. They had figured if they ever did get captured, it would be by some criminal, never by their own team, the people they fought beside every day. Now their team- their family- had them drugged up and restrained in a cell just like those criminals they had been taught to fight. When they couldn’t fight them any longer, Hero let the tears fall with a choked sob.

“Hey,” a voice echoed.

Hero looked up, sniffling. The door opened, revealing a league agent.

“What do you want?” Hero asked bitterly.

“Seriously?” the league member demanded indignantly, “I come all this way to save you and-oh. Right. The outfit.”

The league member unbuttoned their uniform to reveal a familiar, dark suit underneath.

“Villain?” Hero asked in disbelief.

“Duh,” Villain said, “saw what you did out there with Supervillain. That was pret-ty impressive. But I knew your precious league wouldn’t like it. So here I am.”

Hero remembered the stories Superhero had told them about Villain, how they had abandoned the league years ago. They remembered the late-night, rooftop conversations with Villain, about how the league wasn’t what they seemed.

“Are you going to say, ‘I told you so’?” Hero asked dejectedly.

“Nah, you’ve been punished enough,” Villain said, “come on, let’s get you out of here.”

Villain worked to free Hero from their restraints. They pulled out a syringe filled with liquid.

“This is gonna counteract the junk they’ve pumped in your system,” Villain said, “the car’s outside waiting. We can be out of the city limits in an hour… unless you’d like to torch this place first?”

Hero shook their head, holding their arm out for Villain to administer the antidote.

“I just wanna go,” Hero said.

“I gotcha,” Villain said, helping them up, “leave the torching to me then.”

…

Villain drove off, Hero in the passenger seat, the league base ablaze behind them.

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[vertigoartgore]

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[tgirlrobot]

It started by the villain being defeated at the hands of the team but sneaking a chip onto the helmet of the blue ranger. When the blue ranger decides to suit up for her own personal pleasure that night. But when the suit is reactivated, she’s locked in place as the villain takes control of the suit. The suit starts playing slow subliminals. They’ll brainwash with time, but it’ll take a hours. The villain uses this time to make her hump and cum in her suit to stifle her resistance before heading to the yellow rangers bunk. The yellow ranger is reading in bed when she sees her colleague standing in the door, somethings different. The visor is dark,, she’s breathing heavily..,., her suit has a big bulge and stain. They yellow ranger tries to morph but the villainess commands the blue rangers body to pin her down. The blue ranger keeps apologizing, saying it’s not her fault and she wants to resist. But as she starts grinding on her friends body, the outside visor of the helmet starts showing spirals directly into the yellow rangers eyes. The grinding of 2 ranger cocks and the visor make yellow ranger quickly fall victim. She is completely and permanently hypnotized. She stands up robotically and morphs. The blue ranger pulls out a copy of the chip and adds it to the yellow rangers. The blue ranger can’t help but look in shock as her friend is corrupted and mindwiped before her, at her doing. The blue ranger realizes she’ll be doing this to all of her friends, saving her for last. The starts to cry at the thought… but not before her girlcock throbs and leaks harder than it ever has before~

Hngfff,, betrayal kink is dhjfhdkhdjhx especially this fantasy in particular

[winters-dream]

tw: death

“Don’t touch me!” shouted the villain. They scrambled away from Hero to the best of their abilities with a smashed in rib cage and shattered ankle. “Don’t come anywhere near me! Don’t treat my wounds, don’t help me. Just stay away!”

They scooted away from them until their back hit the cold concrete of the basement wall. They heaved in a wheezing breath, they were ninety percent sure their ribs had punctured both their lungs and heart. And the entire right side of their body was a bruise. A deep purple, the same shade as a plum. They weren’t sure of their chances of survival, but they were definitely sure they didn’t want Hero’s help. Not after everything they did.

“Villain, if I don’t treat your wounds you will die,” said Hero. They knelt in front of Villain, medical equipment in hand but Villain used their good foot to kick it away. Hero watched as it slid against the far wall then turned back to face the villain.

“I’d rather die,” sneered Villain. “I’d rather die a thousand deaths than be indebted to you, not after what you did.”

Hero shook their head, confused. “After what I did?”

“Yes, after all of this torture, being beaten bloody and electrocuted and torn apart over and over," Villain said. They coughed, turning their head to spit blood. "You want to swoop in and patch me up just to throw me back to the wolves? Forget it."

Another shake of the head, Hero spoke. "None of that was me, Superhero did this to you."

Villain rolled their eyes with a scoff, the action causing a sharp pain to spread through their chest. They winced from the pain but still pulled away when Hero reached out a hand.

"No, all you did was hand me over on a silver platter," they said. "You walked me in here, watched the other heroes lock me up, disappeared for months while Superhero did what they wanted to me. You're the reason I'm like this."

Hero gazed down at the broken mess of the villain’s  body, their eyes watering at the realization of the truth behind Villain’s words. They turned Villain in, they left them in the agency's care, they lived their life like normal. They were promised Villain would be in safe hands, they didn't know this was Superhero’s idea of 'safe'.  They didn't know.

"Villain, I had no idea you were being treated like this, I thought you’d be safe—”

“Safe—” Villain shouted the word, but that seemed to be a mistake as a sharp pain pierced through their chest, knocking the air out of their lungs. They gasped for air, a hand clinging to their chest as an invisible fist seemed to close tightly around their heart. Still, they pushed Hero’s hands away, refusing any ounce of help from the person who put them here.

“I should have died my first night here,” they choked out. “I’ve been through Hell and back and again. You have a sick concept of the word ‘safety’.”

“I didn’t know,” whispered Hero. “The plan was to only have you imprisoned for a couple years and then I’d help you escape. If I had known Supervillain would do this, I—”

They broke off with a hitch of their breath. They reached out and held onto Villain’s arm, refusing to let Villain shake them off. 

“You’re my best friend, I would never hurt you.” Villain made a noise at the back of their throat, but Hero continued. “It’s not too late. I can fix you up and get you out of here. I’ll keep you hidden, you’ll never have to face Superhero again. Just please, let me treat your wounds.”

Tears had begun to cascade down their face, Villain’s hate-filled eyes, usually so full of life, becoming duller by the second. They shook their head, angling it to face away from Hero.

“How dare you call me your friend?” they muttered. “You lost that title years ago when you literally stabbed me in the back. Piss off.”

They felt a few tears of their own to fall, but they refused to acknowledge them. 

“So you’re going to refuse help that you desperately need just because I’m the one offering it?”

It took more energy than Villain cared to admit to shrug their shoulders, to act like their next words didn’t hurt them as much as they hurt Hero.

“It’s better to be dead than receive help from the enemy.”

That was that last thing they said before they couldn’t anymore. They tasted blood in the back of their throat, felt the thick liquid rise up, cutting off their air supply. They took one last gasp of air, the pain in their chest unbearable as they did. They lifted their gaze to Hero, their crying face the last thing they saw as death finally took them.