So the is is dream anon again! And I realised what if Viltrumite Mark accidentally has pet owner moments with his feral human?
“What’s in your mouth? WHAT IS IN YOUR MOUTH?!”
Dumb but I was cackling
all marks have pet owner moments, or they are a pet owner. viltrumite mark doesn’t outright say you’re his pet, but in his mind you’re something similar. the “what’s in your mouth?” is frying me i know he’ll be so worried about certain alien foods that can kill you. mark is extremely sensitive to you just eating whatever meals he eats, he knows his stomach can handle the transition, but mark wants to make sure you take baby steps.
i wouldn’t be at all surprised if you tried what seemed like a strawberry and mark starts silently freaking out, staring at you. every hallway you walk down he’s right behind you, or he’ll try to accompany you in the bathroom. mark doesn’t know what personal space is anymore, you’re his now and he wants to protect what he owns.
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face mask?
check.
slippers?
check.
phone… where the hell was your phone?
you dig through your blankets that have come undone, then move to the undersides of your pillows.
still nothing… so you check the canyon between your bedframe and your wall and ah– there it is on the floor.
you scoot along out the door and make your way to the kitchen, woefully pausing your show in the meantime.
"gahhh," you exhale, rustling through the pantry and cupboards for those chocolate turtle chips you always keep in stock… until you guessed right now.
great.
"hey you're the ice queen right?"
startled, you turn around, your face mask sliding off the peak of your forehead. "yup that's me, except my hero identity is actually 'chill-her,' being called 'ice queen' is just a nickname."
the dark-haired boy nods–mark, eve's friend. "like elsa right?"he jokes, but you only cross your arms in front of you.
you sigh, pursing your lips, "can I help you? in any sort of way…? to get away from me…….?"
mark basically droops like a kicked puppy, "uh, I just wanted to get to know you… eve speaks very highly of you, you know?"
you hum absentmindedly, moving past him to the exit, slipping on your errand shoes. "–hey are you going somewhere? could I tag along… maybe?"
you slowly turn to face him, looking him up and down, "maybe not," you state as you proceed out the doorway.
"hey," he jogs up and catches up to you, "i'm not that bad you know?"
you take a deep sigh, "i'm sure you're not invincible–""–mark, just call me mark."
"if you wanted to just humbly be called mark, your supersona would not be 'invincible–' I mean who ever told you you were invincible? pretty pompous and self-important if you ask me"
you scoff. its truly absurd that this boy would call himself invincible– because no one is.
by now, the two of you have just been walking in silence for about 10 minutes until the two of you have made it to the asian store at the corner of 5th and 42nd.
you open the door first, now feeling kinda bad you went all in on the kid to the point he was just silent. "you coming?"
his eyes light up, quickly making his way in the store. you walk in behind while he grabs a small basket. "sooo, what are we getting?"
"I don't know what you are getting… but i'm getting my snacks and probably some other things since I need to restock anyways."
he nods thoughtfully, taking in your words like a sunflower on a warm sunny day, "i'll probably ask my mom real quick if she needs anything."
at this point, you knew this store was like the back of your hand. making your way over to the snack aisle, you take a second to breathe… until mark pops up behind you again.
!!Warnings: gn reader, kidnapping, dom reader, pathetic/sub boy, orgasm denial, oral sex,begging!!
A.n: Guys I'm really not good at writing smut, please bear with me. Especially when it comes to dom reader because I've never read anything like that in my life I'm a bit more sub myself...but yeah Target Mark is definitely a brat ass, I love him so muchhhh. Also I'm sorry for updating so late, unfortunately life conditions aren't really letting me enjoy things. I definitely haven't forgotten anyone's requests! It might come even five months later but I would never just not post it lol (deadass). Btw I'm not comfortable with writing male reader so I want to mention that I write gn and female reader. Also if I forgot anything in the warnings, I'd appreciate it if you could remind me...
Being kidnapped by a variant of your childhood friend from your own universe had genuinely terrified you. Especially when they met with many other versions of him and finished their agreements. God, you had practically turned into a statue in his lap, thinking that if you didn't breathe, they wouldn't notice you. Apparently, you only had value in the universe of this strange tyrant who took possession of you, because the others didn't even care about you.
You didn't remember your own Mark much,you would rarely come face to face and would just drift apart after greeting each other. It couldn't be said that you hated him,both of you were just too timid. And as you aged, you found no reason to take a step either. Ah but lo and behold, another version of you had done more than just friendship.
With the never lowering loud voice and insults of the other psychotic Mark who took possession of you, you hadn't really believed he would truly take you to an empire. What empire in the 21st century, for fuck's sake?
All the thoughts in your mind were kicked away by finding yourself on a spaceship orbiting another planet, passing through the portal. "I won't let you do something stupid this time."your ears rang with the loud voice that had been bothering you for a day and a half. The you in his universe was truly weak, judging by what he said. Maybe not physically but mentally and spiritually. Your mind couldn't comprehend how a person in such abundance could decide to commit suicide, leaving themselves to the terrifying vastness of that outer space. This caused you to look suspiciously at Mark, who was taking you to his room, still not having lowered you to the ground
You hadn't seen a single good side of him during this entire time. Because of this, you would never condemn the version of you who lived a lifetime with this man. Lo and behold he was expecting you to be fragile too, while you had expected him to be a cruel tyrant, as unhinged and unmanageable as that blond guy you saw among the other variants, even if for a short time.
How wrong you both were. As you ignored Mark's habits of shouting and screaming, you understood that he was actually a person who could quite make your word count. What a great loss.
When he threw you onto the bed, you pulled an uno reverse card on him before he could establish a dominance.
The emperor's room was now filled with moans. Not yours, completely his, he was moving desperately against your lips craftily latching onto his penis and not giving him what he wanted. Even though he kept telling himself that normally he would force you, he didn't want his enthusiastic engagement in sex with him to blow up in his face. Yes, yes, that's why he's letting you do whatever you want to him. Control is still in his hands...
You fixed your eyes on his watery eyes as if you felt him trying to comfort himself deep down. His eyes were heavy, the corners wrinkled because of the pleasure he received, and he was establishing eye contact with you bashfully.
Even though they were the same person, wondering for even a fleeting moment if the other Mark would be like this didn't feel right to you at all. Would this count as cross universe cheating? Honestly, who cares. The one whining against your lips right now was him, not the one in your universe.
You understood that he was approaching with the swelling invading your tongue. You pulled your tongue back obscenely, creating a string of saliva. "Ah, damn come back—" you ran your tongue across your lips while watching him try to suppress his pathetic whining.
This made him swallow audibly, moving his adam's apple. Having adjusted yourself slightly on all fours, you tilted your head and gave him a mocking look. "And here I thought the emperor was quite humble. What a pity," you touched your fingers to his heaving chest that suppressed the fire of his narrowed eyes. But you didn't give him the taste of that contact he wanted on his skin. You just walked your fingers until they came to the swelling of his adam's apple and stopped. You smirked at him as you pressed the bump under your fingers.
This smirk was the smile of someone who knew the whole game was turned into their own hands. And you didn't waste any time. You slammed his back flat onto the bed. While climbing and settling on top of him as if it were something insignificant, you gave a light touch to his balls underneath. Just this alone was enough for him to bite his lips and rain curses down.
"God, look at you. You're literally like a dog whining for a treat? You're literally drooling," you murmured while roughly wrapping and squeezing his penis.
"Fuccckk! Ah...hahh," he could have came right then and there into your hand, of course if you hadn't blocked his tip with your thumb. You watched his face turn completely crimson in a situation where you could list a few reasons why.
A sweet hum came from your lips. It had an almost playful rhythm. Your fingers slowly gripped the base of his penis, his hips literally lifted toward your touch pleadingly. This caused him to get slapped on his hip, making him let out a startled gasp.
"Don't you know that those who are not well behaved don't get rewarded, oh man?
"Fuck, just finish this already—" he whined at the loss of your hand. He immediately grabbed your hand, you didn't pull away but the coldness in your gaze was enough of an answer. Yet, you were spending energy to hide your own desire. Was it risky? Maybe but Mark's trembling body in front of you, reeking of sweat and pitifulness, showed only one thing.
You were the winner of this night. No, this clearly showed the course of the future as well.
This scumbag, who was ready to bite and didn't hesitate to use his teeth, was getting far too excited about becoming a complete plaything in your hands.
Almost sweet.
Still you frowned, "Honestly, sleep sounds more appealing in this situation because I'm starting to get quite bored right now." your voice coming out bitter in a tone you didn't want. Mark looked at you, blinking his wet eyelashes as if he didn't know what to do with you looking angry at him. His lips were parted, moving slightly as if begging for a word to come out.
You quickly broke free from his grip and pulled back without even waiting for a plea. His hand instantly found your wrist again. This prompted you to look at him out of the corner of your eye. "P-please,"he begged in a velvety voice, you wouldn't expect something so naive to come out of him, "I'll stop acting stupid. I'll be good boy..s-so please don't go."
There was a silence between you,Mark had panicked even more. His grip was literally trembling but it was hard to tell which reason was causing it. "Please, Y/n. I...I can't do this without you," letting out his breath almost like a sob, he slowly approached you with hesitation as if afraid you would push him away. His muscular arms slowly wrapped around your torso,you felt his wet eyelashes brush against your bare stomach for a moment,but his eyes quickly snapped back to you.
The shades of those brown eyes were almost the representation of despair. "If I have to spend another night without you, I don't want to live." he blinked his eyes very slowly, as if this would grant him a chance.
Yet you were lost in the weight of the words. You didn't want to weigh in your head whether these words were meant for the past you or the current you. Your hands found his shoulders. His skin was cold against yours. Almost like the loneliness of every human being.
He expected you to push him away and for a moment you indeed wanted to do that. And you did,Mark falling onto the bed with a startled gasp was going to bring disappointment, but when you didn't get up from the bed and your hips met his hips instead, he groaned loudly underneath you.
Your fingers found his length again, giving it a sweet touch. He was literally leaking between your hands. A small giggle escaped your lips. "What were the magic words, you pathetic thing?'"
"Pleasee," he whines, squeezing his eyelids tightly shut, "Pl-please let me cum." the touches of your fingers literally made him feel like a game to him, but this time he hoped you would give him the chance to cum.
With the pressure tightening his chest increasing, his legs moved helplessly beneath you. "Calm down, baby. No one is going to take it away from you this time." as you leaned over and placed a provocative kiss on his jawline.
He quickly turned his head the other way, offering himself to every single kiss that could come. You let out a warm giggle against his skin.
Mark was now trying to hold himself back, rubbing like crazy against your hand with the helplessness brought by overstimulation. The last thing he wanted to do was to lose control and break that beautiful wrist of yours.
"Ahh y/n, y/n, y/n..." while he was muttering your name like someone having a fever, you cut this off by sealing his lips. His body opened up only to your dominance here too. You bit his lips, taking the absolute depth of his whines from him. "Slow down, champi—" you stop when he suddenly cums, letting out a muffled scream against your lips.
On the other hand he has already fallen under the spell of pleasure, literally fucking your hand. His beautiful irises have already drifted far away, literally passed out. You slowly straighten up over him. You finally pull your hand back and look at the masterpiece he left behind.
Before you could focus too much on the surprisingly large amount of sperm in your hand, Mark was already whining again,you lift your gaze and look at him once more. He looks so beautiful underneath you, which perhaps should be due to the way the room is lit, but his face was completely mesmerizing.
"Y/n,"while you were enjoying the way he whined your name, your hand found his cheek. You enjoyed the softness of the flesh there. "Thank you...I. Y/n,"
Your voice was as soothing as wine. "Yes, my love?"
Just with the way you called him, you felt him getting hard underneath you again. "God, Mark you're literally like a horny dog."as he slowly recovered from the effects of pleasure, he wasn't really affected by your words. He had a look as if he just wanted anything about him to come out of your mouth.
Almost dangerous. His hands found your hips, moving you so that you would rub against him. His gaze was even worse than the movement he made. It was seeking yours with a raw wildness and neediness. "Please let me go inside you...I-I want to feel you."
While one corner of your lip slid slightly upward, you adopted a thoughtful expression. You straightened yourself over Mark. "I don't know," you murmured as his movements slowed. "I suppose there might be a chance I could give you an opportunity based on your performance. But I think you know," you added, pushing him back by his chest before he could rise from the bed. "I much prefer to be persuaded."
ㅤ ㅤ୨୧ㅤ ㅤㅤ Established relationship, gender-neutral reader (no pronouns are mentioned), short text, fluff, no warnings other than that the reader is a bit of a brat maybe?
"Look at me, baby, I'm on top of the world."
"You're going to fall, Mark," you muttered without even looking up from your phone, letting out a deep sigh that sounded a lot like resignation as you heard him laugh when he banged his head against the ceiling—again.
That’s how the last few days had been since your boyfriend confessed that he’d finally gotten his powers. At first it was great; you both celebrated, Mark showed you what he could do so far, and he tried to take you out for a ride even though he didn’t even know how to fly in a straight line. But three weeks had already passed, and it stopped being fun when Mark showed up to practice with you, at your house, in your room, at the time you took your nap every day—the time Mark knew you preferred silence—but he was definitely still very excited about the discovery of his abilities.
“Come on, don’t look so bitter,” he said with the subtlety of someone who has no regrets, earning your angry glare from the pile of blankets on the bed.
You didn’t answer, and that was answer enough for Mark, who finally decided to climb down from the ceiling of your room to the floor, staggering slightly before finally approaching the edge of the bed, crawling onto it to deal with the chatty, annoying blanket that was staring at him with unjustified annoyance.
His weight fell on you when he finally got close enough—a wall of muscles surprisingly firm for someone who’d never done more exercise than playing baseball as a kid—crushing you almost on purpose, making you growl with even more annoyance.
“I’m sorry,” he said after a second, and you cursed how sincere that sounded, how deplorably manipulative this guy was with that “pleaseforgiveme” tone.
“Get off me,” you insisted, sticking to your plan of annoyance; you couldn’t give in now, you couldn’t appear weak in front of those slanted eyes.
"Baby"
"Get off me"
"Honey"
"Mark"
"Sweetie?"
"For God’s sake, Mark!"
"But I said I’m sorry!" he insisted, unable to bear seeing you angry with him. "I don’t want you to be mad at me"
"I'm tired, Mark, not mad" you blurted out, and that was when Mark finally seemed to calm down a little. His expression stopped being so anxiously remorseful, and he furrowed his brow into a slight straight line, looking at you thoughtfully for several seconds.
"Sure, yeah. Do you want to sleep?" he asked the obvious, letting himself fall lazily onto the bed next to you, letting out a sigh as he thought of the best thing to say without making you feel even more grumpy.
He took your silence as a yes, wrapping his arms around your blanket-covered body, holding you close as he settled in as close as physics would allow. “We can sleep,” his voice was gentle, regretting that he hadn’t respected your sleep schedule.
That definitely broke your heart; you’d been so grumpy all day because of the interruptions to your naps that you’d forgotten Mark really didn’t mean any harm—he never did anything with malice—and you quickly felt guilty for having been so rude to that boy who just wanted to show you how he’d learned to fly.
The phone slipped from your hand onto the bed, finally forgotten, as you used your hands to roll over in bed and wrap them around his body, patting his back lightly to cheer him up. “Yes, we can sleep,” you confirmed, a small, faint smile escaping your lips.
Mark smiled happily, unable to contain himself, mimicking your expression as he moved closer with more confidence, planting a soft kiss on your forehead, then resting his cheek against your head—the standard “napforseveralhours” position that he certainly didn’t mind at all.
“I’ll show you my super strength when we wake up.”
“go to sleep man.”
ㅤㅤ୨୧ㅤㅤㅤEnglish isn't my first language, so I apologize if there are any mistakes :p
heyyyy, i honestly love how you write the varients. so i was wondering…
How would the varients react if fem!reader was pregnant OR how they would be as dads??
pla take ur time with these, no rush<3
entirely a girl dad, if you have a boy he’s not gonna love the little guy any less, but he wishes for a little girl to spoil—main, mohawk, omni, full mask.
he wanted children but wanted to be young and stupid first, however when you end up being pregnant the fun is put to the side, by your demand. mark isn’t entirely interested in having children right now, the baby fever returns once he sees how precious his newborn is—mohawk, shiesty, lensless, sinister, target, prisoner.
“you’re pregnant? finally, i kept hiding your birth control and everything.”—sinister, mohawk, headcap, lensless
“you’re pregnant!? oh my god what do we do? wait, if it’s a boy can we name him mark jr? please!”—main, maskless, full mask, target, prisoner.
“everything’s going according to plan.”—viltrum, omni, sinister.
intense cravings at four in the morning, and marks forced to fly all the way to japan for a specific snack you saw on instagram a few hours prior—main, viltrum, mohawk, omni.
horrible chef but still cooks whatever you want, or flies to get take out because he’s quicker then the doordash driver—mohawk, lensless, shiesty, headcap, maskless, target, sinister.
offers to try your cravings, turns out he enjoys pickles dipped in ranch with hot cheetos sticking out from the top—full mask, lensless, shiesty, main, headcap, sinister.
when your water breaks? you wouldn’t allow him to fly you both to the hospital, worried that something could go wrong mid fly, so he’s handling the road rage while telling you to breath in and out—omni, main, shiesty, headcap, mohawk, full mask.
flies you to the hospital anyways—sinister, viltrum, lensless, prisoner, mohawk (2nd born), maskless, target.
girl dad—main, omni, prisoner, mohawk, full mask, maskless.
boy dad—sinister, lensless, viltrum, mohawk, headcap, target.
Seth, Lighter, and Harumasa w/ Crush Accidentally Confessing Hcs
Wanted to do these with the other boyos
Warnings: none
And here's another thiren who absolutely did hear you no matter what, and also not subtle about it. It's obvious from the way his tail stops and his ears perk up.
Though luckily for you he's also one of the boys who won't give chase, or at least give up easily once he realizes what he's doing.
Though don't think he will let you avoid him after that, but you can thankfully calm down since he seems to act nonchalant about what happened.
Oh how absolutely wrong you are, after heading home this poor poor flustered feline was blushing like a tomato. He could not get your words out of his head, even if it was just a simple accidental confession.
So he made a promise to himself to showcase his feelings to you back, though more subtly until he himself worked up the nerve to confess. Luckily knowing it's reciprocated does give him a small confidence boost.
Though he'll definitely be teased to hell and back by his colleagues if anyone saw (they did, they all bet on who would confess first).
Honestly if you did this you don't have to worry about Lighter's reaction, it's the rest of the biker gang you have to watch out for.
As if one (Ceasar or Lucy) hear you then all the girls are crowding around you for clarification.
Even if you tried to run you're getting chased by them and they will catch up no matter what. Lighter almost feels bad as he sees this happen before you all disappear from his sight.
They will corner you and demand for more details. They most definitely already knew about Lighter's feelings for you, so once they find out about your shared love those girls will drag you back to repeat the confession.
Though that's mainly Caesar and Burnice, Lucy and Piper are easier to convince to let you do it when you're ready and pretend nothing happened.
As for Lighter himself, after the girls return with you in tow he's most likely already calmed himself down by then. Though trust me he would have a hard time looking you in the eyes without blushing crazy.
But I can see him subtly sneaking you two into a more private area to gently ask you to repeat your confession. If you wish to pretend it didn't happen still, he's hesitant to go along, but he wants you to be comfortable.
If you do repeat it, then he's gonna be blushing even more! And also awkwardly cough into his fist to try and pretend he isn't. But! He's gonna reciprocate the confession, though not as cooly as he wished he could've done it.
Lord help you because Haru will freeze in place very obviously. Like any teasing he was doing is just stopped and most likely would have everyone worry about his heart suddenly stopping.
His entire face will turn red as his brain quickly processes what just happened.
If you had run away while this was happening he's giving chase. Good luck because he will catch you!
I mean you do have the advantage since besides strength from using his bow, stamina wise he's last within Section 6.
But he has the home advantage of knowing every hiding spot within HSO headquarters. So you'll be in for a shock as he just barges into the space and leans his face dangerously close to yours.
And he's not backing away until he can hear you say it all over again, and maybe asking you to repeat several more times.
He'll let out a chuckled apology once you berate him for it, but ask you to repeat it one more time. This last time he'll interrupt you with a kiss.
Do you think Seth has that instinct cats do where he “play bites” or love bites sometimes and if the reader pulls away, again he does what cats do, and his prey drive is activated and he chases after?
I could definitely see that. I feel like Seth, like a lot of Thirens, would suppress a lot of his more animalistic instincts, especially while on the job. But when it's just the two of you, he lets down his guard and sometimes he just gets the urge to bite. Usually when your hand is near his face, like if your arm is round his shoulder or you're petting his hair - he's perfectly content, and then something kicks in and he has to give you a little chomp. While idt his prey drive would be that high, if you move your hand away too fast his head will automatically follow and try to give you another bite before he realises what he's doing. If you make any indication it actually hurt, though, he will Definitely do the cat thing where they immediately apologise by giving you little kisses where they bit you, reminding you you're only playing. and then bite you again.
I also think his cat tendencies come out extra when he's sleepy. If you catch him when he's just woken up you could so get him with a laser pointer. he won't get up and chase it but if you keep it in his arms reach he'll try to catch it. also if you get him a body pillow (PLAIN ONE, I KNOW THIS SITE WELL ENOUGH) he will hold it like a kicker toy and sometimes, especially if he has an intense dream, he'll start actually kicking it in his sleep. like the crazy superspeed scratch-kicking. goofball that he is.
🍓Couldn’t get sending Harumasa nudes out of my head and then I saw @mini-ism post about Caesar going through Livhters phone and had Jimmy Neutron Brain blast. (My moots are so awesome and talented and everyone should give them love). Like... what DO they have on their phone, if anything? So that's what this is. Also took this as my chance to write for my favorite straight white cat boy Seth.
Tw: Nsfw; recording during sex; rough sex (all); somnophilia (Harumasa); breeding kink (Seth); bottom harumasa and seth; Mommy kink (seth); grammar errors (inevitable)
Info: Fem bodied reader (no pronouns i think? use of mommy though); Harumasa x Reader; Lighter x Reader; Seth x Reader; I tried to add plot but who am I kidding this is porn
Harumasa Asaba
The first time Asaba Harumasa asked to record you during sex, you declined. He'd wanted it so he could use it at work, during those days that he really needed you most. It's not like you were shy about your body, especially not with him. He'd seen you naked a million times and done more than just admire your body on numerous occasions. You just didn't want to do it, not with the risk of his very important friends possibly seeing them. The idea of sweet Sokaku sneaking on his phone and somehow finding the videos was mortifying, to say the least. The consequences afterward would probably be even worse, you'd never be able to look Yanagi in the eyes again.
So, you told him no, and who is Asaba to press you on something like that. Feminism was hot, or whatever. He just wanted to see what he could get away with. Little did he know he planted a seed in your brain that kept on growing and growing until, one night, you asked him if he was still into the whole recording you thing.
He wanted to say "No fucking duh." But instead, he smiled and nodded all cute-like, "Oh? I thought you didn't want to? Don't tell me you've been holding out on me now..." And thus began your unexpected obsession with making amateur porn.
Harumasa isn't an idiot, of course, he keeps everything in a hidden folder within a hidden folder, accessible via a password only he knows. (He would give up any chance at living a long life to keep Sokaku as far away from his porn stash as possible). It's surprisingly well organized, coming from him at least. Categorized by type (picture and videos), who was topping, and which kinks you indulged in.
His personal favorites, though, are saved in a separate folder within those already existing folders. They're his go-to when he's feeling so very pent up at work and needs release fast enough that Yanagi won't come looking for him. Like right now, the phone under the desk and the volume just loud enough that only he could make it out by straining his ears. A little treat for his hard work today.
The first one starts out with shaky camera work -- you'd grabbed and started recording in a hurry like you realized this one would make good content for him. (You were right, as usual). The sun is peaking through the curtains of his dark apartment, and with the light, he can just barely make out his sleeping face. You pan the camera down, and one of your hands is gently tracing along his slowly hardening cock, already free and begging for you to suck it. It jumps in your hand as you rub the tip, and then all of a sudden the camera flips and he gets to see your face. You have eyebags under your eyes and your hair is sticking out in several places with little bruises littering your collarbones. Just how he likes you. Shuffling follows and the camera jerks around awkwardly until it rests on his abdomen and refocuses on you, dick still in hand and eyes blinking innocently at the camera.
You tap the tip against your cheek a few times, Harumasa's hips pressing up into your hand as you do so. You smile a little at him offscreen, and it's almost affectionate until you swallow him down in one go. What you can't fit in your mouth you fist with your hand, bobbing in a perfectly trained rhythm that he knows would have him seeing stars. His hips awkwardly jerk, but you take him so well that it doesn't even bother you. The camera shifts again as Harumasa himself begins to wake up. A confused, "Oh fuck," is moaned out in the background, just barely audible over the heavenly sound of you sucking and swallowing him up. Then, your eyes flutter up, right as a hand fists its way into your hair. The video cuts shortly after that, leaving the rest of it up to his impeccable memory.
The next one is a bit longer, and honestly humiliating for him, but he can't get enough of it. Again you're holding the camera, but this time he is awake. It starts with your hand on his ass, marked with the harsh imprint of your strikes, bright and red and sure to bruise (it did). You make sure to get a good angle of yourself pounding him into the sheets, the sounds of squelching mixed with incoherent babbling from him something sinful. You glide your hand over his bare back, camera following along, then tug on his fluffy black hair. He lets out a pathetic whine as you push the camera into his fucked out face. Cheeks red, drool dripping down his chin, eyes watery and unfocused. It's all he can do to answer you when you finally ask, "You were a good boy today, weren't you Harumasa? Tell the camera how good you were today."
"Yessss, 'm a very good boy~" He hiccups out through your harsh thrusts.
You coo at him, pressing a little kiss to his cheek which gets him smiling like a moron in the video, "You know what good boys get to do, right?"
He visibly jolts in the frame, right as you wrap your pretty fingers around his swollen cock just out of frame. A whorish moan leaves his mouth as you pick up the pace, determined to make him cum. His whole face twists in pleasure as he cries out your name, releasing all over your fingers and the sheets. The camera flips, and you're giggling as you spread the covered hand playfully for the camera. "Such a good boy~" You hum, and the video cuts as you begin sucking each finger clean.
The last one he has, which is the only one where he's holding the camera, is his personal favorite. You're in the Section 6 office, legs spread out and perched wobbly on the arms of his desk chair. Miyabi, Yanagi, and Sokaku were all out for lunch and you'd been so sweet to bring him the one he'd 'accidentally' forgotten at home. His pace was fast and rough as he slammed into you. He preferred taking things slow, but even he had to admit he liked the thrill of a quicky in such an open area. One hand comes down to hold your thigh at a different angle, and you let out the squeakiest excuse for his name he'd ever heard. "I thought you didn't want them to see you like this... you're awfully contradictory~" He teases from behind the camera, not that you have it in you to do anything but whine at him. "What would Miyabi think of you..." He tuts, "and poor Tsukishiro might have a heart attack... how shameless can you be?"
He zooms in on your face, head thrown back and mouth stuck wide open with empty gasps just begging to become moans. Your body shakes as his thrusts become less fast and more rough, skin slapping against skin in the quiet office on the very desk he was scrolling through his phone. He can see his name form on your lips.
"Harumasa," Came Yanagi's voice instead, he jumps, quickly locking his phone and slipping it into his pocket, "I understand paperwork is boring, but scrolling on your phone is-"
"Unacceptable, I know," He sighs, "I'm getting to it I promise. Just... right after a quick bathroom break, okay?"
He's up and gone before she can respond, already deciding which video he should watch to fix his little issue. Oh! Or he could ask you for a new one right now, it'd been a minute since he'd gotten you masturbating.
Lighter Lorenz
Lighter didn't get the appeal of it at first. Why would he settle for videos and pictures when the real thing was so much better? Just didn't make sense to him, but sure, he'd let you do what you want. You were damn adorable with how excited you got when he said yes to another video or picture.
It wasn't until an extended period of time away from you that he realized how badly he was missing out. He was horny and you were too far away to do anything about it and no matter what he imagined he could not get off for the life of him. So, he caves and asks you to send one of those videos you'd made. It was probably the fastest he'd cum by himself since getting with you.
Lighter admits defeat, you were right, those videos are something else. Not nearly as good as the real thing, but close enough when he needed it. He's very selective about what does and does not get filmed though. There are some moments he wants to keep just between the two of you, no cameras or anything like that. However, once he gets into it he really gets into it, and those videos are cinema for amateur pornstars.
He keeps the videos and pictures in an unlabeled folder on his phone, not nearly as meticulous about hiding it as Harumasa or Seth might be. He didn't have the risk factor, the girls wouldn't go through his phone without asking first, and he wasn't careless enough to leave it out for others to dig through its contents. He also wasn't stupid enough to look through his little stash with others around, always waiting until he was completely isolated to look.
You were out for the night doing something or another for someone, too kind for your own good, leaving only Lighter and his hand to keep his dick company. He clicks open the folder, smiling to himself when he's met with pretty pictures of you.
He scrolls a bit, then clicks on a more recently recorded one. The camera is focused on your stomach, just low enough that he can see the flared red tip of his dick teasing your swollen clit. A deep chuckle sounds from behind the camera, followed by a grumpy little whine from you. He takes the hint, sliding his tip down and slowly dipping it into your drooling cunt. You let out the cutest squeal as he stretches you out, his hips angling up so his cock presses against your tummy.
The camera zooms in on the outline of his tip, pressing just below your navel. You babble something incoherent, and Lighter hums like it's the most interesting thing in the world. His calloused hand comes into view, tracing the outline with a low hiss. "Fuck, you feel me inside baby?" You mumble something out again, a much smaller hand sliding under his. He presses down as you trace a finger over him, and a whorish moan leaves your mouth. He ruts himself into you, hand pressing down so both of you could feel just how deep inside he was. Your body trembles with each hard thrust, and the camera work gets shakier and shakier the louder Lighter gets until it stops altogether after an annoyed groan — literally thrown across the room so he could focus more on you.
The next one he picks among a sea of delicacies is an older one, one of the first he'd agreed to make with you. The camera is set up on the nightstand, angled nicely so he could see your pretty tits bouncing with each thrust of his hips up into yours. You're wearing his scarf around your neck, and you look like sex incarnate hopping up and down on him.
His veiny hands grab at your hips, guiding each movement with careful precision. You're leaned back, head thrown to the sky as you call his name like a mantra. Each thrust makes your voice peak a little higher, the only thing louder being the slap of wet skin on skin. One particularly rough thrust has you keening, falling forward to press your sweaty face to his just out of frame. He can see your hips roll desperately into his own for all of a few seconds before his hands wrap around your thighs to hoist you up so he can bully his cock into your abused pussy. The whole bed shakes as the headboard slams into the wall, the camera tumbling to the ground forgotten as it records your brainless sobs over the sound of his brutal pace. A weird habit he’s noticed consistently in these videos.
He's close, he can feel it, as he strokes himself a little faster. Just needed the perfect thing to push him over the edge. He taps one of your personal favorites, citing it as 'the most fun' for you to film. In it, he is holding the camera down, you're kneeling between his legs, head resting on his thigh as your deft fingers play with his member. You smile up at him, sliding the bead of precum around the tip like a game.
He's huge in your hand, and it's a miracle you manage to fit your slim fingers around his fat cock. Slowly stroking down, then back up, your thumb sure to run over that vein that made his toes curl. You keep a steady pace, teasing him with the sweetest grin on your face.
"Feelin' good baby?" You purr up at him, amused at what is likely a very red faced Lighter.
There's an audible swallow, and the camera shakes as he answers, "Real good. Takin' good care 'f me."
You giggle, satisfied with the answer enough to lean down and start sucking on his balls. Your other hand scraped against his thigh, the muscles beneath tensing at the sensation. The sound of your sucking, mixed in with his little whimpers has him cumming prematurely, not that it stops him from fucking his hand through his orgasm. The video continues on like that, you teasing him to the edge and denying him his orgasm like a monster. Unlike then, he had quiet the mess to clean up now.
He thinks better of just cleaning it up, though. Instead snapping a quick picture and sending it to you with a little, 'Miss you.'
Seth Lowell
Seth is an incredibly polite, considerate, sweetheart who would never in a million years dream of asking to record you during sex. He might just be the most vanilla guy in all of New Eirdu, and recording seems... a little violating of your privacy. It's not something he considers an option.
Until one day, after a very long week where you and Seth hadn't seen each other for more than a few hours thanks to his work schedule. He's lying in the dorms, texting you about mundane tasks when you throw out how much you miss him. He obviously misses you too, and says so. You ask him if he would like to see how much you miss him, and the sweet thing he is the undertone goes right over his head. He expects a picture of you maybe pouting, doing something you would typically do together by yourself.
When he opens it he's greeted by you, two fingers deep in your own cunt, pretty juices glistening in the dim lighting of your bedroom -- oh god is that his shirt you're wearing? He short circuits, literally just staring slack-jawed at the phone for god knows how long until one of his buddies comes in and starts poking fun at him. He slams the phone down, and he makes it home in record time. That was all the convincing he needed from you to record your (rather basic) sexual escapades.
Seth does not save the videos, ever. They're all in your text chain, pinned there for easy access, but he refuses to keep them in his album. Way too risky for him with his family and his coworkers and... well... knowing himself. They're really only there for you, he doesn't have any free time to watch them and get off. He does, however like watching them when he's alone in the dorms for the night. Just a nice reminder of what he'll be doing next time he sees you.
Like this one, where the camera is pointed down on him, red-faced and teary-eyed as you ride him like no tomorrow. His chest is littered with little purple love bites, and your fingers splay out across them as you roll your hips deliciously against him. He whimpers in the video, shying away from the camera. The hand on his chest reaches over to flick his already too-hard nipple, twisting it a little. A giggle bubbles out of your chest when he keens.
"You like it when I ride you, don't you Seth...?" You coo, tracing your fingers over to the other nipple to give it attention. He nods with a whine, biting back his moans. You pinch him harshly as punishment, "Use your words."
He sighs, humiliated at the degradation, but swallows his pride and responds, "Yes Mommy."
He grimaces at his own voice, quickly closing out of the video to find something a little less... vocal. He settles on one where the camera is pointed down, you're wearing pretty blue lingerie. In this one, he's between your legs, ears flattened back as he gives you little kitten licks to your sensitive bud. The rough texture of his tongue makes your legs twitch, nearly closing on him, but fighting themselves back open.
He looks up to the camera, or more so past it, to look at you just begging for approval. Your hand comes into the frame, rubbing at one of his ears encouragingly. He lights up, taking the sign as his chance to swallow you down. He dives in like a kitten into milk, slurping and sucking with your hand guiding his movements. Your little sighs of approval get his tail curling up in the air behind him. Your little happy kitty, servicing you like the queen you are. “Good boy~” You coo so sweetly, and his tail twitches excitedly behind him.
He smiles fondly at the phone, was it weird to find it more cute than hot. Maybe he was too lovestruck. It didn't matter too much to him as he found one that you had favorited in the chat. He... didn't remember this one at all from the thumbnail, it got him curious.
The first thing he's greeted by is you face down in the sheets, his pale hand pushing your head into the pillows. Then he hears the wet slapping of skin, the camera following down to show where he was fucking you from behind. His entire abdomen is literally shimmering with a mix of your and his cum, the sticky white substance quite literally all over your back and his hands now that he was looking.
This was... he can't believe he had the mental capacity to think to record himself fucking you during his heat. His cock stirs in his pants, but he's too curious to stop watching before he screws himself over too much. The camera shifts as he leans over you, giving it a perfect view as he bites into the back of your neck. Your face is stained with tears, and your mouth is wide open with pleasure -- no sound escaped though, and Seth realizes that he'd fucked your throat raw in this video.
"Gonna fuck you full of my kits, wanna make you a real Mommy. That's okay, right? You wanna have my babies too don't you?" his rough voice mumbles into your skin, and you only nod in response, too fucked out to really do anything else.
He thinks the video will end there, but instead, the camera pulls up again as Seth pulls out. A broken, muted wail leaves you at the loss, but Seth ignores it in favor of recording your used pussy. Globs of cum leak out of it, down your thighs, and Seth's nimble fingers scoop it up and shove it back inside like in a trance. He clicks his phone off at that, way too flustered at the sight.
A frustrated sigh leaves his lips as he falls back into the uncomfortable bedding of the dorm. Great, now he was rock-hard and had no way of getting off. He had work in two hours, but there was no way he'd be getting any sleep like this. He frowns at his lock screen, a picture of the two of you together. You wouldn't mind if he came home and interrupted your rest that much, would you?
can i request reader being told by another alien what viltrumite mark’s real reason for coming to earth is, like super angsty and he grovels for forgiveness after lying for ages
mark thought he was doing so well, for a while he fooled you. you didn’t expect things to change when an alien who appeared to be a lunatic told you your boyfriends true intentions with earth.
both of your arms hurt, the alien who stood above you had a tight grip on your arms, the crazed look in his eyes made you feel like he could kill you with just a glance. he was yelling at you, but the entire situation had you terrified rather then listening. the alien noticed your shocked state and without hesitation slapped your cheek, snapping you out of the trance as he yelled in your native tongue—“the viltrumite you’ve mated and trapped yourself with will take over your planet and make you his slave! free yourself from his shackles before it’s too late!” his words brought more shock, then a pit into your stomach as you registered the information dropped on to you. mark? did this alien mean mark? that couldn’t be true, mark himself was an alien but he’d been saving earth not trying to take over.
you couldn’t even question the alien before blood splattered all over your face and clothes, green ooze dripped from the aliens mouth as he choked on his spilled blood. mark held his usual stotic expression, only this time you could see the angry stored in his eyes as he pulled out the aliens intestines. soft eyes met yours as mark pushed the alien off you, wiping off the green ooze as he lifted your chin up, “you’re safe now my love.” your breathing had grown heavy, your heart raced along with your body beginning to slowly shut down from being in fight or flight mode, mark noticed everything as you breathed out—“what did that guy mean by turning me into a slave?”
“don’t you dare try to twist this on to me like i’m being a fucking psycho!” mark dodged the lamp you threw at him, his eyes visibly softened as he tried to reason with you. “my love, you’re being paranoid, slightly hysterical if i may add.” his voice used to bring you comfort, now they seemed hidden with something more malicious. he sighed and continued dodging every object you tried throwing his way, marks movements looked so unbothered and effortless. you traveled through the house mark had surprised you with a year ago, grabbing the photo hanging on the wall of you both in japan. your eyes watered at the sight as you heard wind behind you, throwing the picture as mark caught the image. he looked down, and you saw the slightest movement from his lips. he began frowning as he held the image, “we look so happy, you’ve just fed the little deer traveling in the same area as well.” you shake your head—“that was all a lie mark! everything we ever did was a lie, you lied to me for over two years!” your voice rasped with hatred as mark nearly flinched at your harshness, he sighed and attempted to give you some space, as if he was facing a wild animal.
no matter how much training mark got, nothing wouldn’t prepared him for the emotional distress you’d put him through. “i’m leaving mark, you’re insane,” was your first response, but he wouldn’t let you leave. call him whatever cruelty name you want, but you aren’t leaving him. mark already decided he was going to make you royalty, to stand by his side as the new viltrumite ruler with him. however, you wanted to leave and never feel an ounce of spoils and riches, and mark began to grow upset. “my love you’re being unreasonable,” you interrupted—“how dare you! mark, you killed an alien in front of me, someone who was trying to warn me about you! the poor things blood is still on me!” you pointed at the green liquid that had stained your shirt. he walk over, not trying to intimidate you by flying, he gently raised his hands in defense as if that would calm you down. “i want to create a world where you can thrive, remember your coworker you heavily dislike? no more dealing with them, instead they’ll be at your feet begging for mercy.” he offered a small but visible smile, he watched carefully to see any sudden change as an idea popped in your head.
“in their knees begging for mercy hmm? go on mark, you said i could have anything i wanted,” you words spat on marks back, he leaned against your legs as his back bones were visible through his viltrumite suit. mark seemed small, he’d take pride in the fact he was seen as big, yet now he was reduced to a tiny thing. he lifted his head up slowly, taking your hand as he leaned in and placed a soft kiss against the plush of your skin. warmth filled his cheeks, his lips burned as they kissed your hand, he sighed and looked up at you with the saddest eyes. “i’m sorry my love, im so sorry i didn’t make you aware of my true motives earlier.” you hummed, a long night was ahead of you both as that pathetic plead didn’t satisfy you.
…
“please my love, i’d move the sun and the stars for you in order for your forgiveness.”
mark ... w a physically affectionate reader ... they love holding him , blowing him kisses from afar in the most dramatic way possible, holding his waist when walking or standing behind him , sitting on his lap etc .. theyre GLUED to mark i fear 🙂↕️
stuck like glue
“Don’t pull out yet…” You sniffle softly, turning your head to try and peak at him. “Hm?” Mark hums, blinking stupidly. You wriggle a bit on his lap, he hisses quietly, “I said don’t pull out yet, wanna be close still.” Mark sighs, but holds your hips to keep you still, his dick can’t handle you wriggling around.
He slumps forward, his cheek against your clothed back, the two of you had been impatient. Life can get in the way of sex, you thought with Mark in a dorm you’d be able to fuck 24/7 but alas… between his superhero shenanigans, classes, william being around… it was pretty difficult to get his cute girlfriend bent over and fully naked.
So in the midst of attempting to study it went from your sweet mewls for a hug… then a kiss… reassurance that he still sees you as the apple of his eye… his dick just sort of ended up in you… Mark can’t help but find your need to stick to him kind of hot. So hot that your shirt never even came off, and he just kind of grabbed his dick through the fly of his boxers… sue him. It’s not like your pussy minded, still slick and leaking against his balls.
“You okay? Too much?” Mark contemplates pulling out hearing you sniffle. He stops when you shake your head, “I’m okay, just wanna be close to you.”
“Baby… my dick is still inside, how much closer could we be?” Mark doesn’t mean to be crude, but he’s realized it’s best to be honest with you. “Sorry…” you mutter leaning forward on his desk, the surface is cool against your clammy skin. “No sorries, you just missed me didn’t you.” He teases only a little, his hands going from your hips to rub your stomach, it’s almost uncomfortably hot, he shudders when you tighten around him, the attention is welcomed. “I did… you’ve been really busy… thought you forgot about me..”
Mark doesn’t think he could forget about you even if he got thrown to a different planet, pussy this good gets a guy whipped fast, he’s at your beck and call. “How could I forget about someone as perfect as you?” Mark twitches inside you, fuck he’s so easy, brushing your hair over your shoulder to mouth at your nape. “Was in a fucking coma and I couldn’t forget about you.” He sighs, eyes almost rolling back as he gently adjusts you forward, taking a little peak to see your labia spread around him, the creamy mess making every slick noise audible.
“Mark— don’t joke about that.” You sigh, lulling forwards, his strong arms wrap around you. Maybe you did it on purpose, just to feel his strong biceps tense around you.
“‘s true though, shit—” Mark shudders, his hand snakes down past your navel, slowing his thrusts to gather slick and drag it up, parting your folds to rub your clit. There is no way he’s gonna come before you…again. You hiccup, between the first orgasm and the duel sensation you arent far off. “Still sensitive?”
“Mmph yeah.”
“Me too.” Mark gasps, his mouth kissing whatever is in reach, your nape, behind your ears, your shoulders. “I can’t be apart from you for so long again.” He groans, maybe he’s just as needy as you are, or maybe you’ve just rubbed off on him, in a metaphorical way of course… “Me neither, I can’t stand it.” You hiccup, reaching behind and squeezing his tense thigh, the wet little noise you make makes Mark shiver, you pussy spasms around him as it clenches with second long intervals, the jerky little shake of your hips has him practically hearing colors, “Fuck— inside?” He hiccups like an idiot, like he hadn’t already come in you earlier, you whine at his stupidity, he’s spilling inside you before you can confirm, he’s too fucking sensitive, going tense, biting into your shoulder so he shuts the fuck up and doesn’t moan like a amateur porn star as any brains he has left explodes in favor of overstimulating himself with your pussy.
You shiver as he catches his breath, “I think I need a minute… your pussy fried my brain.”
“Huh?”
“Just… Just shut up and I’ll shower with you and give you a massage.”
could you do viltrumite!mark wanting human reader to rule over earth as his empress/queen with him?
಄ marks efforts of taking over the world had finally come towards an end, despite the hardships he managed to enslave earth and its people. you weren’t included in that, mark had a special place for you in his heart and in his empire. being the new monarch of an entire world wasn’t something you wanted, but mark was very insistent that you grew by his side at the empire.
಄ viltrumites didn’t respect you willingly, many threatened to kill you, yet when they saw mark and how serious he was on keeping you, they remained quiet. nolan didn’t warm up to the idea either, for he kept debbie on earth after she’d given birth to mark and abducted their child. mark didn’t want to force you to bare children just to abandon you, he wanted genuine love. he’d grown to find love in his heart, and mark would rather die then have you ripped away from him.
಄ your own people, family, friends grown to hate you for enjoying the spoils of the viltrumite title. how you’re worshipped by so many other species, including your own people as they’re all forced to kiss at your feet. mark doesn’t allow anyone else to see you for a while, he keeps you locked away in his heart, something just for him to keep.
಄ viltrumites only serve you because they have too, and any that even show a slight dislike towards you are faced with marks cruelty. they avoid you, having the servants they inslaved over the years tend to your needs. being a monarch is lonely, mark is almost never there for he has his own duties to uphold. sitting around in a empire is entirely boring, you’re not allowed to visit earth as mark claims—“it’s not like it was before, we only made it better.” you have no idea what he means by that.
಄ the food is entirely unique and different then what you’re used to on earth, the varieties differ from one another yet nothing tastes familiar. the meat of a sequid doesn’t taste like octopus despite the similarities, it’s something completely different. the meat is almost sweet, but not crab like, but there’s a zesty flavor deep within the veins of the meat. sometimes the food you eat makes you want to throw up, mark refuses to bring earth food back to you. maybe for your birthday, mark will bring an apple.
಄ feelings were viewed as a weakness and distraction for viltrumites, but mark didn’t entirely believ that. your love, or whatever’s left of it has made him grow stronger, that he wants to fight to protect you. he doesn’t outright say he loves you, but he shows his affection by acts of service. mark brings home new things he thought were similar to items on earth, maybe that would cheer you up from how much he leaves you alone on viltrum. he thinks that if he doesn’t bring items from earth, then you’d be able to grow distant from your home world. his hypothesis was proven wrong, as you began craving more and more to be on earth again.
಄ one day you think you’ll find away from mark, but the reality is that you never stood a chance of leaving him anyways.
…
“i love you, but there’s so much that needs to be done first.”
a/n: hey sorry i haven’t been posting, a lot has been going on in my personal life.. i’m currently hungover rn
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