#villain! reader

[sanyu-thewitch05]

Yandere Superhero X Villain! F! Reader

Wanna buy me a coffee: ☕

TW: Dubcon, spankings, kidnapping, bodily horror

PT.2

Your real name is Y/N L/N, but your villain name is Anima. After your latest failure in trying to find a job, you went into the woods to end it all. Then, by some miracle, an entity older than any Abrahamic religion found your dead body and brought you back to life. Your senses were heightened, and you could hear the animal's chatter and noises as words. With a new feeling of power, you went through society doing whatever you wanted. Even if it meant a few people with broken bones or blood on the floor. That was until a superhero by the name of superhero by the name of Ultimate Man appeared and started defeating you in battle.

He isn't going to be a problem anymore after you take him out with your new suit. Not only does it have the abilities and strengths of every animal alive, but it has the strengths and abilities of the extinct ones. It took kidnapping a paleontologist, but it is so worth it.

"Anima, surrender, and you won't get hurt," Ultimate Man commands, floating a few feet above the ground.

"Sorry, but rent's due," You say, running off with the bags of money from the bank.

As you run, he shoots lasers at you, but you dodge them by zigzagging. Unfortunately, this leads to you not paying attention to where you're going, and you run yourself off a harbor walk. The money sinks into the ocean, and you struggle to swim back up. You switch to the abilities of any marine animal, but it's still not helping you. You see your feet entangled in seaweed and try to break free. Your struggle to free yourself has worn you out, and it seems like this is your last run. Your vision goes black as your instincts tell you to go up to the surface and breathe.

~~~~~~~~~~

When you open your eyes, your jaw and ass feel sore. You try to talk, but there's a gag in your mouth.

"How dare you be such a bad girl and cause so much trouble? Do you have no respect for anyone in this city? Who cares if your rent is due? Get! A! Fucking! Job!" Ultimate Man rants, spanking your ass after every word.

"MM! MH! AWCH!" You scream, your legs kicking as Ultimate Man uses his godly strength to spank you.

The tight latex suit didn't help with the spankings, in fact, the material made sure your body could feel them at their full force.

"Oh, I see the worst girl of the century has awakened. How does it feel knowing you almost got yourself killed trying to steal money?" Ultimate Man asks, taking off your gag.

His blonde hair with light blue highlights, aquamarine eyes, and skin-tight latex white and blue suit is a sight for the eyes. His appearance is ethereal, representing his alien origin from outer space sent to help out Earth on its newest supernatural threat(you.) Who knew having the power of every animal in existence would warrant alien help for the planet Earth?

"I'm sorry, Ultimate Man. I was only trying to pay my rent. Honest," You plead, bracing for another swat to the ass. "I didn't get the raise at my job, even though I deserve it, and I couldn't pay this month's rent."

"I believe you," Ultimate Man says, his hand still rubbing your ass. "But that doesn't mean I forgive you for what you did. I was so worried when you didn't rise from the water. I thought I lost you forever. I need a suitable mate, and you're the only one with abilities almost equal to mine on this planet."

"I'm sorry, WHAT?! I thought you were in a relationship with that news writer, Lora?" You ask, lifting your head.

"Are you kidding me? We're just friends. She couldn't compare to your beauty and strength. Now then, how about we get to know each other."

Ultimate Man peels off your eye mask, then takes out his contacts. There are no pupils in his eyes, just pools of aquamarine. It creeps you out, but at least he's still hot.

"I'm ☍⍀⍜⎍☍⟒⋏ ⏃⏃⍀☍⟒⋔. But you can call me Krouken Aarkem, which is pronounced Cro-oo-can Ar-kem. My human father calls me Ken. Now, what's your name?" Ultimate Man asks, lifting your body with ease.

"It's Marnie," You lie, not wanting to give him your real name.

His fingertips glow blue, and he places them on your head. Pain takes over your head as he searches through the deepest parts of your memory.

"Y/N M/N L/N. What a beautiful name. I'll make sure to bring over your cat so you can have your baby," Krouken says, removing his hands from you.

You slap him and stumble to the other side of the couch.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" You groan, holding your head.

"What did I do wrong? Please don't be mad at me!" Krouken cries, jumping onto your body and hugging you tightly. "I'll never do it again unless you want me to! I promise! Just don't be mad at me!"

"Alright! Alright! I'm not mad at you! Just get off of me!" You yell, pushing him off you after feeling his boner on your leg.

"Yay! Now, we can engage in the Plutonian ritual we call Improving."

Krouken starts taking off his suit, revealing his naked body to you. You back up but bump into the couch, leaving you nowhere to run. He touches your suit, liquifying the material and making it fall off your body like water. Krouken kisses you, his hand tracing every part of your body as if he were memorizing it.

"Your heart is beating fast? Do you want to fight me?" Krouken asks his hand on your chest.

"No. It's just something the human body does when we feel certain emotions," You explain, holding Krouken's hand.

"So you are excited to Improve too? Excellent, I can move forward," Krouken replies, his two dicks merging into one with the width of an adult's fist.

Your eyes widen in fear of the inhuman cock in front of you. There was no way it was going to fit. It was too wide to fit in your human pussy. If it were to go inside you, you'd feel it in your lungs.

"Wait, I think we should-" You plead, only for Krouken to shove his massive cock inside of you.

You can feel it moving inside as if his dick was made from thousands of little suction cups that were kissing your vaginal walls. Krouken's arm holds you in place, and he thrusts.

"Keep going, Krouken!" You moan, lifting your leg and putting it on his shoulder.

Krouken bites and sucks your nipples as he thrusts faster, his dick suction cups losing their grip and becoming more slippery.

"You're never going to be a bad girl ever again. I'm going to fill your stomach up with so many babies that you'll never be able to think of doing stupid shit without having trouble standing up. You're going to birth the next generation of my people. You're mine, all mine. Not those villain's colleague or someone else's enemy, mine," Krouken rambles, thrusting at an inhuman rate, destroying whatever tightness your pussy had.

His eyes become white as he cums, his alien cock suction cups releasing thousands of sperm. Upon his sperm's release, his genital suction cups regained their grip on your walls, and sucking on them, making you go into overdrive. You cum on his dick, and he shudders. Both of you relish in your afterglow, sweat dripping from your body.

"So, what did you think of Improving?" Krouken asks, his head resting on your breasts.

"It was good. By the way, why do your people call it that?" You ask, rubbing Krouken's wet hair.

"Because we improve each other's bodies. Once my seed is in you, it will rework some human DNA so you'll be more like me and vice versa. Your skin is already starting to become shiny and ethereal like my skin," Krouken answers, kissing your neck.

Your body feels extremely hot, like lava is in your veins, and your eyes are burning like no tomorrow. Your spine releases a horrifying crack as your body involuntarily jolts upwards. All you can do is scream as your bones and body transform permanently.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Imagine for a Villain! Reader AU, where Reader is a villain due a traumatic past and only being able able survive by being a villain, has a grudge against some of the platonic yanderes, and who is fashionable and efficient in whatever they do...

Their past is kept a secret, and their crimes range from museum artifact heists to planned thefts from secret (evil) government scientists to even getting away with taking from various heroes and villains. Some of the younger platonic yanderes wouldn't know who they were or exactly what their age or mutation is, while some of the adult platonic yanderes keep a tight lip on what they do know... Villain! Reader is cunning, assertive, and has a dark and sarcastic sense of humor. They can be diplomatic, even cordial, on some occasions, but even they have buttons better left untouched. Never mention their past, never threaten them, and never, ever, ask them about their grudges. Those three things tend to set them off more than anything else, and the platonic yanderes have learned the hard way why those topics are best left unsaid. Villain!Reader isn't afraid to get in a fight, nor to assertive their themself, but if their is a group of platonic yanderes they have to deal with, they'll usually make an escape rather than get involved.

If they knew who Reader was, though... would they still continue to be their enemy?

[ijwrff]

Bro i NEED a Part 3 for that yandere Jackieboy man x villain Reader

PLEASE I'M BEGGING YOU🛐😭

Your wish is granted <3 I apologize in advance XD

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That absolute bastard…what the hell makes him think he was gonna get away with this? What kind of “hero” was he to do something most villains wouldn’t even dream of. I mean seriously, kidnapping someone? How ironic does this situation get?

He had been keeping you here for over two weeks. You yelled at him, thrashed in your restraints and even spat at him. He didn’t care. He just smiled, and promised to bring you food or even…help you go to the bathroom. It was like he didn’t trust you alone for even a second and honestly? Probably the smart move. If you were able to, you’d kick his damn teeth in for even suggesting you’d be happier if you believed in him. 

It was grating on your pride, being holed up in some abandoned building. He wanted you to see exactly where he was going. Those cameras he placed in your apartment were always on the monitor in front of you. He’d go and grab your things, but it was pointless if he wouldn’t even untie you to be able to use them. Even worse, he had access to cameras all over the city. But that was going to be his downfall. 

You could see exactly where he was. You knew these streets, and it gave you a good idea how far he was, and how quickly he traveled from place to place. His confidence would get him killed, and if you were lucky, it’d be at your hands. If he thought he could keep the city’s most dangerous villain in restraints with visible access to the cameras without any fear of what could happen…he severely underestimated you. You’ve gotten out of worse situations than this, and there was no way you’d let him be the first to keep you dormant. 

You were getting out, and you were getting out soon. No matter the cost. 

“I’m going to the bank! I wanna make sure to get enough money out to get you into a real room…I feel bad for just leaving you here in a chair most of the day.” Jackie pouted, and crossed his arms as he looked at you apologetically. “Your room is almost done, but I need to do a couple more things in it first. I’ll be back in an hour or two! Don’t worry, I’ll be sure you know where I’m going. I’d feel awful if you thought I was seeing a girl or something.” He blushed slightly, but shook his head and smiled. “I’ll be back before you know it!” 

It made you scoff, but you knew you had to put your plan into action. You hated everything you were about to say and do, but forced yourself to give him a small smile. “Okay…be safe.” The sweetness in your voice made you internally gag, but it was something that had to be done. If he thought you were warming up to him, then escape will be significantly easier. If you could just convince him you cared about him, he’d be more relaxed and easy to win over. 

He looked shocked, his jaw dropping before he gave a wide smile with a blush creeping onto his cheeks. “Okay! I will, promise!” He stepped closer, cradling your cheeks in his hands. “I’ll come back for you, don’t worry.” The tone was sickening, and sounded like it came straight out of some cheesy romcom. That was a far different genre than the life you’ve been living…it was hard not to look as repulsed as you felt. 

You didn’t trust your voice, and instead gave him a happy smile. It seemed to be enough for him, and he walked out. That was when the plan really began. Pretending not to despise him, to actually enjoy his presence. He had mentioned a room for you, and knowing him it would be difficult to get out of it. But it was a start. Soon you’d have more range of motion than in and out of a chair a few times a day. It made you smirk. That fucking idiot. 

The next week went by, faking smiles and acting shy. You wanted to throw him across the room and out a glass window where he’d fall thirty stories, but for now you had to be patient. He had mentioned your room being finished tonight. He’d have to walk you somewhere else in the building, or even to a different location, which gave you a window of opportunity to blindside him and make your escape. He had gotten far more enthusiastic, talking about his day like you were a married couple. 

It was repulsive in every way possible. He was certifiably insane, and it pissed you off beyond belief. But he’d lose this fight, even though you were having to play it as a long game. You had to admit, the restraints were good. There wasn’t much wiggle room, but it wasn’t tight enough to cause damage or be uncomfortable…no matter how you thrashed around. 

As soon as he returned, you gave him a small smile. “Hi…welcome back, I missed you. Is my room ready?” It was still curt, and to the point, but with a small shred of sweetness. It was really all you managed to muster without it sounding unbelievable. 

Jackie practically skipped up to you, and leaned down so your eyes were even. He held his hands behind his back and tilted his head as he grinned wide at you. “Yup! We’ll have to start heading there now! Don’t worry, I can lead you there!” He giggled, but suddenly his face fell and he looked more serious. He straightened up, his eyes nearly pleading. “But…first…” 

He looked at the ground, kicking his foot once before looking back up at you. “Do you…finally love me yet?” His voice was almost a whisper, and he went completely silent while he waited for you to answer. It seemed like an innocent question, but given the current circumstances, it was far from so. He held his breath, and looked at you with eyes that reminded you of a child trying to beg their parents for candy without pulling any punches. Sort of like a guilt trip. 

Your jaw dropped slightly, not expecting the question at all. You quickly closed your mouth, and gave him the most genuine looking smile you could. “I…didn’t want to say it just yet. I…wanted to make it special.” You took a deep breath, simultaneously gathering the courage to lie, and make it believable. “I do…I do love you, Jackie.” The words were laced with all of the sweetness you could put into it, and looked at him with a wide grin and adoring eyes. 

His smile was far wider than yours, and he rushed up to you to pull you into a hug. Now wasn’t the time to thrash and make your escape. You had to wait until he at least untied your legs. If you could kick him down, you could easily find something to cut open the ropes around your wrists. So instead you leaned your head closer to him, as if to nuzzle him. 

You felt tears hitting your shoulder as he cried silently. “I’m so happy…I’m so happy to hear you say it. I’ve loved you for so long, it’s all I’ve ever wanted to hear.” A small sob escaped his lips, and you felt him squeeze you tighter. His hands rubbed your back, and it was quiet for several moments as he took in several deep breaths. 

“I wanted to hear that for so long…” He laughed, but the air seemed to shift. Something was wrong. You felt a small prick in the side of your neck, and his laugh turned monotone. You were shocked at the change, and immediately started to feel dizzy. Before you could yell at him, he finished what he wanted to say. 

“Even though I know you’re lying.” He pulled back as he spoke, and you saw a sorrowed expression on his face. “You’ll believe it soon though. I know you will. You’ll be safe wi…” His words trailed off as you passed out, one thought running through your mind. One sentence that had never rang more true than in this moment. 

I’m so screwed…

[obsesssedblerd]

You look up from your book to see your husband standing over the bassinet with his arms crossed, his brow raising as he looks down inside of it with a tiny scowl. He stays like that for about a minute. You sit up in your shared bed, then call out to him. “Ryo.” 

“Hm.” He doesn’t look up. 

“May I ask what you are doing?” 

“The little brat is staring,” Sukuna says matter-of-factly. “I am simply staring at her in return.” 

Inside of the bassinet, your baby daughter coos. Her scarlet eyes—exactly like her father’s—glitter with interest. You hear her giggle, and you scoff lightly and return your gaze to your book. “She thinks you’re playing a game.” 

“I am doing no such thing.” 

You flip a page. “Put a hand over your face for a few seconds.” He doesn’t respond, but you know he listens. “M’kay, now lift.” There’s silence for a few seconds, then your daughter bursts into a fit of giggles. 

Sukuna rolls his eyes. “I do not understand what is so entertaining about that.” When you look up again, you see that he’s covering his face again, then revealing himself to get the same reaction from the baby.

“It’s called peek-a-boo. It’s a game most babies love to play.” 

The little princess babbles as she lifts her arms up, and Sukuna tilts his head. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

You snicker. “One: You’ll figure out what she’s saying the more you talk with her. Two: She wants you to pick her up.” 

He sighs dramatically, then reaches into the bassinet to pick up the small girl. Though she has her father’s eyes, she has your hair, the shape of your nose, and your ears. She also has your fearlessness, because she smiles directly in the face of the king of curses. Now at his eye level, she reaches her arms towards him excitedly. “What is it now, you brat? I’m already carrying you.” 

He looks over at you in question, and your smile grows. “She wants to touch your face,” you say. 

“Why?” 

“Because she’s a baby, and she’s curious.” 

Sukuna pulls her closer, and once in range, his daughter lays her tiny hands against his marked face. She giggles more, and you can see his eyes soften. “Hmph. You have your mother’s smile.” 

— — — —

The next morning, you walk into the kitchen where you hear Sukuna speaking with someone. When he turns to the side, you see your daughter nestled in the crook of one of his muscular arms, staring up at him as he concluded whatever story he was telling her. 

“...At the end of the battle, only I remained. Victory was mine.” 

The baby babbles excitedly, and Sukuna scoffs. “Ha, you will do no such thing. How do you expect to join me in battle when you aren’t even a year old, brat?” 

Her face scrunches in what looks like annoyance, and she repeats to him what he taught her the night before. “Hmph.” 

You burst into laughter, and Sukuna raises a brow at the little girl in his arms. “Great. Your mother’s smile, and her attitude.”

[laikabu]

save me mother and child imagery save me thistle’s innate desire for a family save me (peep the mother and child painting on the first pic)

[moodyvoid]

Imagine you and Tomura are out on a mission, when you hear the distinct sound of crying— a baby crying.

You follow the noise and find a baby, lying on top of garbage bags in a dumpster.

You go to pick them up and Tomura stops you, “What do you think you’re doing?” he asks.

“We’re not leaving them here.” You argue, as if he’s stupid.

“You’re not seriously suggesting we take a baby back to the hideout? We’re not babysitters. The league isn’t a place for babies.” He argues back, as if you’re more stupid.

“Tomura, they’re a baby. They’re helpless… defenseless… vulnerable! What if it were you all alone in an alleyway, begging for help?” you ask.

Tomura pauses as he stares at you, his eyes drifting over to the baby, but his mind clearly fixated on something else.

He sees snippets of him walking the streets alone, small, and scared. Begging for someone— anyone— to do something. Like a nightmare, he remembers taking refuge in an alleyway, his tiny hands still covered in dried blood. Why won’t anyone help?—

“Tomura?” You ask, him snapping out of his thoughts. He looks down in his arms, realizing he’s holding the baby.

He quickly places the baby in your arms. “Fine, but don’t come crying to me when you can’t handle playing house anymore.”

—

Cut to hours later, Tomura is sitting with the baby in his lap as he plays Mortal Kombat. “That’s called a Fatality.”

[mommy-mortis]

Me acting surprised when, I become attracted to the most vile unredeemable villain, again.

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Villain!Ghost x Pregnant!Wife!Reader

Synopsis: Your husband wants your company..

A/n: GUYS OMG, I know it's been 1 month and a little more since my last official work. I've been procrastinating on this for so long since I only have less than a week till school again.. Also everyone I love on this app is just disappearing, like @ghost-cyphera just deleted her account 4 days ago and I got the notif but didn't see it in time, I didn't even get to say goodbye. Just wanted to apologize to you guys after being gone for so long as well. Also, another villain!Ghost drabble? 👀

Finding it difficult to walk was one of the least things you've suspected you'd be concerned of upon conceiving, always needing your handmaiden's help in such a mundane task was shameful to say the least but your husband insisted.

If it hadn't been the hand maiden then it would've been him instead, you couldn't keep him from his duties from the kingdom as he carried even yours. Wanting you to turn your attention to the health of the babe growing in you and especially yourself..

"My lady.." you were pulled out of your thoughts by the voice of your handmaiden. You took in a breath from the cool air that blew on your face as you stood by the stone railing..

"Yes, Leticia?" You turned to her..

"The prince consort has requested your company.." Leticia announced, you nod as you removed your hand from the cold stone. You glanced once more to the people of your kingdom, going about their day and life before gently lifting yourself off from leaning on the stone.

Leticia offered you her arm to help you walk more efficiently..

...

"You sent for me..?" You asked your husband, he was sat and signing another set of documents and scrolls. You closed the door, palms gently pushing till you heard it click.

"No, I told them to announce my arrival to you. How dare they exert my wife by giving her false instructions.." he huffed to which you laughed. He wouldn't do anything violent about it, as he so usually does with staff that don't comply but he knew it'd upset you if anything gory were to happen to them.

"I am quite alright, I need to move around too. It's proven to be good for our child." You said, sitting next to the graciously comfortable chair next to his working desk that he had someone make for you.

You felt relief from the pressure previously on your back, hand on the bump of your stomach and with that a sigh came from your lips. Peacefully watching your husband, the sound of the satisfying scratching of the quill on the crisp papers.

You felt his hand grasp yours, he pulled it, lips resting on the back. His affection made your heart beat faster and he felt it, the pad of his index finger on your wrist. The thumping made him chuckle as you smiled and leaned your head on his shoulder.

"You should rest for a while, my love. You'd work yourself to sickness at this point." You kiss his cheek softly. He put his quill down, "If that's my wife wants.." he said.

He wrapped his arm around you, the other hand placed on your baby bump. His thumb gently rubbing, you jolted a bit feeling a strong kick..

It made you groan, how restless the rascal is. Your husband adjusted his hand to feel the next kick.. he'd swear it was a girl, not that he'd care for that sort of thing. He'd kill for them either way, especially for you. He could stare at you all day, swollen with his child.

How glowing you looked wrapped in the finest silk and the gold and jewels in your hair and body clicking upon contact with another piece, he wished he could tell you how utterly speechless you'd leave each man by just walking passed them but to him no word is enough to describe you.

At least he could spend these small intimate moments with just you and you alone, free of the world for even just a few minutes as he needed a break from the work he very much was eager to do to be able to receive praise from his wife..

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[miharuki]

𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖁𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖃 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 (𝕱𝖊𝖒) 2

You woke up with a headache, feeling your head throb painfully. For a moment, you really thought you were in your real-life home until you looked up and saw the bed canopy, adorned with fine, luxurious fabrics. A typical bed of ancient nobility, you couldn't even sit up without your head pounding from the pain. Who would have thought that crying so much could make you feel this bad?

In pain, you turned, now looking out of the bed. For a moment, you began to notice that the furnishings in the room were more refined, even though they were of a different color. You started to think that this room wasn't, in fact, yours. Looking at the door, you noticed the luxurious details that accompanied it, making you realize that you were neither in your real-life bedroom nor in your noble bedroom in this world.

You started to think a lot, which made your head hurt even more. But you finally managed to understand what happened last night and how you agreed to go with the young man. Now, finally turning to look at the ceiling, you sighed, knowing you were probably not in extreme danger and that being kidnapped was off the list since you had agreed to the situation.

Placing your hands on your face, you thought about the situation at the ball, now considering how your family in this world would probably disown you. What initially seemed like a simple matter turned out to be much worse. In this world, being disowned didn't just mean being removed from the family's inheritance; it meant being officially regarded as not part of the family at all. It was as if they erased you not only from their will but also from their lives. In more extreme cases, it could even mean being expelled from the house.

"Are you alright? You were quite warm last night; you had a fever," said a familiar voice. Turning, you confirmed it was the same young man from yesterday.

Forcing your aching body, you managed to sit up in bed, placing a hand on your forehead as the dizziness from the headache set in. "Yes, it's nothing serious. I apologize for my manners," you said. It was evident that simply lying in a bed that wasn't yours while the host stood by was considered almost impolite in this world.

"Liar… please, miss, don't push yourself too hard. You still seem unwell," the young man said, his voice calm and concerned. If you could look now, you would see the care and worry in his eyes.

"I've been sick many times before," you found yourself thinking, almost mocking your own situation. The boy seemed to sense your sadness and silence. He raised his hand and gently placed it on your shoulder.

He had already felt he was violating your space by touching you the night before, but the pain of seeing your sick body had pushed that feeling aside. Now, with you safe, he felt he needed your permission, but he couldn't help trying to comfort you, the same person who seemed broken and exhausted when he brought you here.

"Forgive me… you went to the trouble of bringing me to your home because of my actions. This is not appropriate behavior for a girl like me. I apologize profusely for invading your residence like this," you said, lowering your hands to your lap and bowing your head in a formal gesture of apology, even while lying in bed.

Nomura noticed that you referred to yourself merely as a girl, not as a lady, which would have been more appropriate. He understood that what happened yesterday had deeply wounded you, so much so that you began to see yourself as inferior, no longer worthy of being called a lady.

His free hand clenched into a fist as he thought about the castle and the ball from last night. He knew who was responsible for this, and he couldn't help but feel anger. At that moment, all he wanted was to drive a sword through the heart of the crown prince, the first prince, and especially his former best friend.

"Please do not apologize, miss. The events of last night were not your fault, and bringing you to my residence was my decision. I had every right to do so, especially when I saw you in such a vulnerable state," he said in a sweet and gentle tone. You turned your head to look at him, observing those kind eyes that looked at you as they had last night. But just making that movement caused your head to throb again, and you placed a hand on your head, wincing in pain. This made him place his hands on your back, gently guiding you to lie down on the bed.

"Please, miss, you are not in the best condition. Lie down and rest. I will accept nothing but your rest," he insisted. With your eyes squeezed shut from the pain, you allowed yourself to lie back down, sighing as you felt his touch slowly fade away.

Nomura watched as you complied, stepping back slowly. He looked at you with sadness before leaving the room. As he walked down the corridor towards his office, he couldn't help but look at the floor, feeling nothing but anger. Calmly, he entered his office and closed the door behind him. His teeth clenched in fury, and only one thought filled his mind: "I want to kill him!" Finally, he sighed, running his hands through his hair before sitting in his chair and looking up at the ceiling.

"Even after countless times, or timelines, you remain the same Prince Luka."

"Miss? Your tea." An maid entered the room with a cart carrying a teapot and a white porcelain cup. She sat down on the bed, and you were beginning to feel a bit better. Before you could say anything, the maid delicately placed a tray on your lap and set the cup on it.

You pondered for a moment. You couldn't stay here forever, even if your parents had disowned you. Eventually, you would have to return home just to gather your belongings, assuming your country in this game had indeed expelled you. If so, you needed to plan where to stay, especially since the Diamond Wars were looming.

"But what stage of the game are we in now? I mean, why should I worry? She's the protagonist and a princess, not me. She can handle things on her own," you thought to yourself as you glanced down at your lap. Your head still ached, but it was less intense compared to when you first arrived at the lord's house.

"Miss?" the maid's voice called out, and you lifted your head to look at her. She was pointing to the cup of tea. "Your tea, if you don't drink it, it will get cold." You turned your head, picked up the cup, and murmured a thank you before taking a sip. Lowering the cup, you continued to stare down, then glanced back at your lap.

"If I may ask, do you know of a good area where there might be houses? Preferably in the countryside," you asked calmly, surprising the maid with the sudden question.

"With all due respect, ma'am, why do you ask?"

"I need to find a place before I'm kicked out of home all because the protagonist is a little princess with her harem on her side, not to mention they humiliated me and literally labeled me a liar in front of high-status people and people from other regions," you thought of saying, but bit your tongue and shook your head. "Forget about what I asked," you said, looking down at the empty cup in your hands.

A few minutes of silence passed before the maid carefully took the cup and bowed respectfully before leaving with the cart.

"It's what she said," the maid recounted the situation to the man in front of her, who could only look thoughtfully out the window. "Poor Lady," Nomura thought, watching from the window as the carriage took you back to your home.

"I apologize, my lord, but do you think Lady might be considering moving away?" The thought of you being away from him was making him nervous.

"I need you to deliver a letter for me…"

pt1

"I'll possibly do Part 3."

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[cashmoneyyysstuff]

i feel like when people say "katsuki won't change for you" they mean it like, completely and literally. but tbh i really really don't see it like that.

like yeah, he will never change his personality for anybody. he's still him because if you liked him romantically you'd already know what he's like. but he'd most definitely change his behaviour towards you. ofc im not trynna say he's gonna like do a whole 180 and kiss the ground you walk n shit but like..you're still his partner,, does that make sense ?? like it always confuses me when ppl say stuff like " he wont give you any special treatment he'll treat you like he treats everyone" and to me its like..no.., y'know ?😭 like at the end of the day you are still his partner. you're dating and he loves you so why would he treat you like some rando.

at most i see him like being awkward at the beginning of the relationship when its still new cus he doesnt know what to do (lol loser) but i still know he'd very much try. cus thats the thing youre not just a random you're his person. you're his one and he's obv gonna show you that because otherwise whats the point

m not sayin he's perfect, he's gonna mess up at some points maybe be a bit snappy because that's just how he is and you know that, you knew that when you got with him. BUT you still love him and he still very much loves you and he shows you that and he tries to make it up to you because you're different and he CARESSS!!! thats my whole thing!!!

[slamonellaa]

Drew something inspired by this !!

[skymar13]

Big number 1 Izuku midoriya

Aged up

Big number 1 who forgets his cock is too big and stretches your pussy in all the right ways.

Big number 1 who’s tired of adoring fans trying to take what��s his so he pounds into you until you’re only able to see smell hear touch and taste him

Big number 1 who gives you the same reassurance he does to the people he saves “you can take it” “I got you don’t worry” “I am here”

Big number 1 who has unmatched stamina, and ends up holding you like a rag doll bucking his hips into you over and over until you can’t breathe.

Big number 1 who loves his job but he loves you just a tiny bit more, and can’t wait till he gets home so he just fucks you on top of his desk.

Big number 1 who promises it’ll just be one more time. “Please baby? Just one more time I need it please?” But he’s a liar you and him both know it.

Big number 1 who has a breeding kink and just wants to fill you up so deliciously. Over and over and over.

Big number 1 who loves when you’re a crying mess riding his dick. Making you reach your own orgasm.

Big number 1 who makes you wear toys to press conferences turning it on when you have to answer the most important questions.

Big number 1 who won’t cum until you’ve done so atleast 3 times before.

Big number 1 who will eat you out until he’s had a seven course meal then dive back in for dessert.

Big number 1 who’s knows how much his punishments can hurt so he runs you a nice warm bath as he fingers your tiny hole to make your body go slack.

Big number 1 who loves you so much he just has to show it.

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Finally giving yall the freak you want, send recs bc I am running out of ideas.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Hi! Very new here, and I just wanna say, I am in LOVE with ALL OF YOUR WORKS. The Villain/Hero AU is really gripping me like a vine, because holy crude, a Reader who once used mind control on several heroes/villains to survive, only to have it backfire in a way they could not have expected.

I can only imagine what it's like being one of the Infected in this situation; because of your status, you are now caught up in yet another villain scheme, but this time, you're actively participating in it because the villain's sidekick is Controlling you! FUN. And potentially, you might've been through mind control experiences that have been traumatic for you before, so being under ANOTHER influence is far from ideal, but... This is not what you'd expect.

Hive's stingers had hurt, sure, but being under their influence isn't Suffocating, Mind Numbing, or even Painful. It's definitely doing SOMETHING to your brain, but it doesn't feel terrible. It actually feels Good. In truth, what's really concerning you is thoughts you're hearing from your new "master."

They're... Apologizing? And crying?? And they're hurting themself, oh my goodness-

Uh, sorry for the ranting, I just love this SM! I hope you're having a good day/night, haha! 😅

Oooooh, thank you! I'm glad you enjoy my Hero/Villain Reader AU!!! I enjoyed putting together Hive and building up the backstory, especially since I thought it would be a unique take on a Hero/Villain Reader AU😊 May I call you Hive Anon? I already have a 🐝 Anon, but if you wanted, we could call you Hive Anon or 🍯 Anon? Did you have a favorite platonic yandere or a few you liked to imagine for that AU? And did you know there is an ABO variant of that AU? You can bet that in any of the three aus for that universe, the platonic yans would happily hug Reader (if only Reader wouldn't try and run)

[ijwrff]

Can you make a part 2 for the Yandere JackieBoy with a villain Y/N

You got it! Sorry it took so long, I’ve been getting overtime at work ever since school finished >.> 

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Word Count: 1,111 (That’ll never happen again.) 

You were met with an awful realization when you awoke…tied to a chair, gagged, and in front of you stood the very man that drugged and kidnapped you. 

“HM!” You tried to speak, but seeing you were awake, the man approached you. 

“Shh…shh…” He stepped closer to you, and you tried to flinch back instinctively, but he wasn’t having any of it. “It’s alright! You’re somewhere safe.” He patted your head, and gave you a smile that would have melted most people’s hearts. However…it only served to make you even more frightened. “I’ll take your gag off…but don’t scream.” 

‘Like hell’ You thought, but nodded yes. The second the gag was removed, you screamed. “HEY! LET ME OUT OF HERE!” You thrashed in the chair, but you were tied so tight it did little to nothing. 

JBM looked hurt, and sighed, “I should have figured as much…” He took a step back when you tried to headbut him, and continued “I wish you wouldn’t do that.” He pulled up a chair of his own, and sat uncomfortably close to you. 

“FUCK YOU!” You yelled, trying to break free of the chair. But whatever it was made of, was not budging in the slightest. The ropes dug into your skin, but you didn’t care. You needed to get out of here. NOW. 

He gave you a glare that stopped you in your tracks. You had never seen that kind of look on his face. You didn’t even know it was possible for him to look so…menacing. As quickly as the look was on his face, it was gone. A soft smile took its place. 

“Heh…I told you. You were going to stay here until you learned to love this city. We’ll be here as long as it takes.” He stood up momentarily to spin the chair around, now sitting on it backwards. “Until you learn to…” He looked lost in thought for a moment, and a slight red crawled onto his cheeks. “Anyways. I have to go, I’ll be back soon. I promise to bring you food and water!” 

And with that, he got up to leave before turning on a wide array of monitors you hadn’t even noticed. It was…cameras. All over town. Each spot you had frequented, along with cameras in your very own apartment. They had no sound, but you could see just about anywhere in the city. On top of the last monitor, was an actual camera. Pointed right at you. 

Was he…really going to watch you the whole time he was gone? It was baffling, and you had paused for a good while processing. As soon as the door closed, you thrashed once more. It began to hurt, as the ropes dug into your skin even more. 

You saw the front door of wherever you were, and saw him leave on one of the monitors. Realizing that you couldn’t break free, you took to following him with your gaze on the monitors. As if he felt your gaze, he turned to each camera and waved as he made his way…to your apartment. 

He took all of your belongings, which you already had pre-packed, and headed out. So…he was gone to get your things. Not that you could use them in your current state. 

What an idiot…now you knew where you were. It was easy to follow him on the cameras, so you knew you were but a few blocks away from your apartment. Now, when you escaped, you would know how to get the hell out of this city to avoid detection on these many cameras. 

You knew that you were in the abandoned warehouse, which was clearly not really abandoned. How did his base get overlooked? You had even considered using it before, and had scouted it out…maybe there was a secret entrance somewhere. What if…that’s how he found you? He could follow you to your apartment when you visited his base. 

Shit…he was far gone. What kind of hero kidnaps people? Huh? Let alone a renowned villain…

After a while, he returned. He walked in, your bags in hand, and some takeout. Your favorite…of course. 

“Sorry for being gone so long, love! I had to get you something to eat.” He set down your bag across the room from you, and opened the takeout box. “Say ah!” And he held out the food to you on a fork. 

You gave him a deadpan stare. “Are you fucking kidding me?” turning your head to look away from him. No way in hell were you playing along with this. You didn’t care what he did, if he hurt you or whatever. You weren’t going to throw away your pride. That was exactly what you summed this up to be. 

“Oh…you must not be hungry then! I’ll feed you later!” And you could even hear the smile in his voice. “I’ll put it away, but you really need to eat something soon.” You heard him get up, and you glanced to the side to see him walk out the door. 

Good. Maybe he’d be gone a long time. 

However, he was back in a matter of minutes. 

He resumed his position on the backwards chair, and hummed a little tune. “Are you feeling well? You were asleep for a while…and that chair can’t be comfortable.” He looked sheepish, “You won’t be able to sleep in a bed until I know I can trust you…sorry.” He rubbed the back of his neck. 

If he hadn’t just kidnapped you…you’d think he was kind of cute. 

“How long do you plan on keeping me here?” Blunt, and to the point. You weren’t one to beat around the bush, and you needed to know the answer. What if…he never let you go? You wouldn’t be satisfied in a world where you couldn’t cause havoc. 

“Until you learn…” He trailed off, a blush on his face. “Until…” He gulped. But looked like he was gathering the courage to muster up an answer. 

“Spit it out,” You spat venomously, “Say it or get the fuck out of here.” And you glared. The glare didn’t seem to phase him, but he did stand up, walking over to you. 

He stepped closer, and closer to you. He held out his hands, and you flinched. After all…who knew what he was really capable of. He placed both hands on your cheeks, and tilted his head slightly, looking down at you. If hearts could be in someone's eyes? He would have them. 

He sighed, prepping to say what he was needing to say. 

“Until you learn to love me.” 

Looks like you’d be here a long time, then…

[baeshijima]

thoughts on being engaged to duke!sunday, the head of the oak family, an incredibly influential figurehead within society, the close subordinate of emperor gopher wood who brought him and his sister in and raised him like his own, and the villain who faces a tragic ending in a novel you recently finished — the very same one you just so happen to find yourself transmigrated into. he is as cunning as he is blinded, a trait which brought ruin to many in the empire, and one which ultimately brought ruin to himself at the hands of the protagonists.

as luck would have it, you became a barely mentioned side character from a marquis family, whose role was to be the villain's wife stuck in a one-sided love who, too, would get caught up in the tragedy alongside him. however, now that it's you who is stuck in this position, you're determined to try any means necessary to deter him from going down that path, all in an effort to escape your predestined doomed fate!

of course, you didn't expect it to be easy. the day of your arrival in this world was already the night before your wedding, so you had little time to prepare yourself for the nonchalance of your supposed family, how they viewed you as but a means — a tool — to boost their influence and prosperity, the dismissive mannerisms of the household servants, and the absolute beauty of a man you will be married to.

(seriously. the novel descriptions did not do him justice. he was like... like... like he was handcrafted by god himself! and not to mention his sister, robin, was the very epitome of an angel! perhaps you're destined to perish by the god-tier visuals instead...)

to say the least, the wedding ceremony went by quickly. safe to say you didn't spend the night; he was cordial and gentlemanly upon letting you know that he won't do anything until you're ready, that you can take this relationship slow, but somehow you ended up feeling a tad insulted. like, who leaves their newly wedded alone in a big cold bed as they walk out on their own? a sick bastard that's who!

well, whatever. it's not like you need nor want to consummate with him! besides, you have bigger things to worry about — things such as your impending death. and, of course, the only way to stop sunday that you can imagine working is by chipping away at his resolve bit by bit, and opening his eyes to reality.

he is a tragic character, one who cares more about the well-being of penacony and its people than anyone else, but was manipulated into getting his hands dirty in the emperor's stead. you knew this. you sobbed over his story, cursed out the protagonists, and even fought internet randos on novel forums about sunday's motivation and how,

no, he is not just a stupid villain. he is a complex character with flaws and humanity and was cruelly taken advantage of by someone he considered family. he was deceived through the suffering the emperor wanted him to see to make him easily manipulated, creating a rift between him and robin to have that prominent separation. you know what? maybe you're just a !%#@ who can't even #@?"% read properly!

and yet you still find yourself at a loss when faced with the walls he has in place. your initial efforts went as well as it possibly could have; you trying to earnestly help him, while he "kindly" dismisses your offers! well, "kindly" being more condescending since you could read between the lines of his mannerisms and amiable demeanour, but that's fine! you expected this! that just means you have to double down on your sincerity, get through to his heart (somehow), and help him realise humanity isn't as weak as he's led to believe!

you have three years until the novel's plot officially starts, and another year after that until your demise. that's plenty of time to get him to warm up to you!

it was easier said than done, but after your valiant effort and abundance of time put into this relationship, which admittedly you could do with some of that lost time back, you could give yourself a pat on the back with the progress you made! while you definitely could have done without a lot of the headaches, it's safe to say sunday has significantly warmed up to you in comparison to your wedding day. he now willingly eats all his meals with you with some real conversation, takes garden strolls with you in the early evenings, invites you out for dinner at a restaurant at least four times a week, hell he's even joked and laughed with you more frequently! but most importantly, he has begun asking for your opinion before finalising any decisions he is required to make. and he actually listens and considers your side! now, that certainly is the best outcome you could hope for after all this time, and it most definitely will help in your endeavour to save you both from the protagonists!

however, you've noticed he's been more... affectionate? well, at the very least he now willingly holds your hand when in private (not just in moments when you're in the public eye and he has to make sure the family's reputation is spotless), sometimes he will hug you out of the blue ("i just need to... recharge. you have a way of calming me down. i hope you don't mind." ...how could you say no to his supreme god-tier face card? that's just a losing battle you won't even bother fighting against.), oftentimes he opts to just gaze wordlessly at you (robin had mentioned over one of your tea times how it almost appears as though there is no one but you in the world when sunday gazes at you with, in her words, "the eyes of a man so deeply in love!" ...whatever that's supposed to mean...), but a more recent development has been his sudden interest in kissing you; well, more specifically giving you a kiss to the back of your hand or on your forehead — certainly not anywhere near the lips! (besides, he's probably just gotten comfortable with you, enough where he can freely act without judgement. nothing more, nothing less.)

well, either way, development is development! soon enough, the time for the main plot to start has arrived. it of course follows what you remember, from the organised balls to the protagonists meeting to the political aspects of it all. the only difference is sunday's less active involvement in all the schemes and the emperor's ploy. rather, he seems more focused on you and the future of your marriage and even displayed a sudden interest in your practically non-existent relationship with one of the foreign diplomats, aventurine— wait...

"[name]," he calls your name out so sweetly you nearly disregarded it as someone else he was talking to. well, perhaps you would have done had he not suddenly appeared before you, a tight-lipped smile tugging the corners of his lips as he steadily approaches you.

oh. he doesn't seem very happy, if his tense figure is anything to go by. you wonder if one of the nobles grated his nerves a little too much this time?

sunday comes to a halt a step away from you. "i don't like that... gambler being so close to you. it... it brings me a rather unpleasant feeling." there's a slight, trembling pause. not a moment later does he close the gap between you, one knee on the ground as he matches your seated height on the fountain rim, your hands gently enclosed in both of his.

you idly wonder if this is what robin meant by the so-called "eyes of a man so deeply in love" she constantly gushed about, for the way in which he gazes up at you is enough to render you breathless.

"tell me, [name]," he begins once more. there is an underlying desperation woven within his tone, one which has your head spinning and heart thumping wildly as his trembling gaze holds you in place. "tell me, what am i to do with this fervent love and overwhelming adoration i hold for you?"

oh.

...oh.

perhaps your impending doom should be the least of your concerns when you now find yourself in the arms of a clingy husband...

(though, it's safe to say you did, in fact, manage to prevent him from succumbing to his tragic fate! you just gained a loving, yet slight slightly emotionally challenged husband along the way.

well, you can help him work through it; you have the rest of your lives now to figure it out, after all.)

[hrefna-the-raven]

Stay with me?

Masterlist - Horror masterlist - Misc.

Art the Clown x female reader

Warnings: smut (18+)

Summary: As his eyes fell upon your slouched figure on the red bench, rolling your eyes in boredom at whatever your friend was prattling on about, Art realised he had either made a grave mistake or stumbled upon something incredibly right.

Notes: don't worry, the toilet seat is closed, no Art "art" in this oneshot 😂

Reader: female reader, female genitals, no pronouns except you

Art continued to blink in disbelief, his body frozen mid-movement. This was not the usual scenario he found himself in, and his mind struggled to grasp the reality of being pinned down on the toilet seat of the small pizza place, with you straddling him.

It was always the same, he'd pick a girl, or two, obviously flirt with her, she'd be crept out, run, scream and then he'd butcher her, slowly, make a funny spectacle out of it and call it a day. The perfect plan for an evening's twisted entertainment. But tonight was different. As his eyes fell upon your slouched figure on the red bench, rolling your eyes in boredom at whatever your friend was prattling on about, Art realised he had either made a grave mistake or stumbled upon something incredibly right. In that very moment, when your gaze met his for the first time, an inexplicable and unfamiliar pressure gripped his chest—a warning and an irresistible urge all at once. Before he knew what happened, his body found its way to the seat on the opposite side of you and your friends. He rested his elbows on the table, placing his chin in his folded hands, while a wide smile adorned his black painted lips, revealing his decaying teeth. Little did Art know that the first flutter of butterflies had already emerged within you when you spotted him outside the quaint restaurant. Otherwise, there wouldn't have been this genuine surprise that washed over his twisted mind when he spotted your charming smile directed at him. His hands fumbled on the tiny ring on your finger, as if they couldn't believe you had actually accepted it and that, in return, you gifted him a tight warm hug.

Art's head fell back against the cold tiles, his mouth gaping in a silent moan, eyes wide open, staring blankly at the ceiling when you sunk down on him. The way your wet cunt swallowed him completely, your greedy walls clenching around his throbbing length, it would classify perfectly under "exquisitely divine" or at least whatever someone as rotten as Art might deem as such. He was a creature of many pleasures, ranging from the bloodiest to the most macabre. However, this was novel to him, prompting his mind to consider adding this sensual discovery to his usual repertoire of amusements. His gloved hands shifted to your hips, fingers digging into your soft flesh, guiding your movements and urging you to quicken the pace. Art took a deep quivering breath, teetering on the precipice of that sweet release that beckoned him to surrender but instead he tried to focus on his surroundings. The soft fabric of his costume pulled around his feet brushing against his skin with each movement, the hum of the flickering light above casting dancing shadows upon the cabin walls around the two of you while the luscious melody of your moans cradled his rotten heart.

Fingertips gently grasped his chin, guiding his head downwards to meet your gaze once more. Sinful delight danced across your face as you whispered his name in a seductive murmur. A fierce fire blazed in your eyes as they locked with his and he suddenly felt like burning away underneath your gentle touch. Art's body tensed for a moment before finally tumbling into the abyss of the pleasure you had unveiled before him. Countless images flooded his mind, filling every crevice of his thoughts as he came undone. You followed soon after, your lips crashing on his in a passionate kiss. As you pulled away, a blissful expression adorned the beauty of your face and your hazy eyes stared into his distorted soul, a firework exploded throughout Art's entire body. The others in the restaurant felt as far as the faint murmurs behind that closed door and in this moment, only you existed. You became the new center of his universe, his beloved muse whose every touch and sound granted him visions of a world painted in blood. He had to keep you, all to himself and, somehow, it felt only natural to him, as if this decision had been engraved in stone since the beginnings of Hell. Art tilted his head slightly, observing with curiosity as you climbed off him and cleaned both of you up. You took an exaggerated bow and held your hand out with a mischievous grin as if you invited him to take it and stand up. He gladly accepted, lifting himself up and kissing the back of your hand with a wide smile before pulling up his costume. He mimicked a sigh, shaking his head while a genuine happy smile tugged at the corners of his lips. It became undeniable how it delighted him that you had chosen to join in the pantomime from the moment you realised he wouldn't communicate in any other way. The gleeful joy and that hint of a mischievous sparkle in your eyes proved that you were more than willing to play his fun little games with him.

Art led you to the mirror, exhaling onto it before he hastily scribbled something in the mist on its surface.

Will you come and stay with me? 🤍

You nodded and chuckled, playfully tapping his shoulder.

"Did you really believe I'd let someone as delicious as you leave again?"

He feigned a thoughtful expression before shaking his head. His fingers entwined with yours and he guided you out. Both of you walked past your friend, out of the pizza place, disappearing into the dark of the night.

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