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[onetoomanyfandomfixations]

Supercomputer Reader should still be connected to the MechaMan suit once they get a body because I highly doubt they are willing to let Robert to go out by himself.

(On an unrelated note, I feel like Sonar would try to convince them to help with his crypto currency stuff. If they do is up to u.)

*slams gavel* c o r r e c t

part one here

part two here

ROBERT ROBERTSON III/MECCA MAN X GN!SUPERCOMPUTER!READER - Part 3

After months of work, finally, you had a body

It would be a lie to say Robert was relieved that he could transfer most of your backup files to the android body

Sure, building you a body put time and money a few months back on fixing the Mecha Man suit

But when those artificial eyes turned on with an uncanny sense of humanity

And the cold steel body pulling his into an uncomfortably tight hug

Yeah, it was worth it

Now, your conciousness only spanned across three spaces;

Your body

The suit

And, of course, the Z-team channel

Robert argued you on it for days - but now that you finally had access to everything (and no migraine from being so split), you just kept adding yourself back in

After some pleading with both Blazer and Robert, and an endorsement from Royd - you're finally registered as a hero in your own right

It was so refreshing to be apart of the action yourself

Your bond with the team only strengthened with a physical body

Joining in on meetings - going on flies with Coupe or Flambae

Aiding on missions that would break a regular body with Golem and Punch Up

Sonar begging you for advice on 'totally hypothetical situations' with crypto and online scams

You slide in like you were always meant to be there

You're the slap upside the head that Robert wants to be, but can't be (without risk of losing his job)

But once the final battle against Shroud happens at SDN headquarters - your shockingly absent

Your android body is left shut down in Royd's workshop - your entire conciousness transferred to the suit

"You really thought I'd let you make our grand return alone?"

It's a hard fight - and you have to hop on the comms breifly to reassure the team you're fine

But for once, they don't give Robert a hard time over your partnership

They see first hand how seamlessly you work together - forming one entity in Mecha Man

The minute Robert steps out of the suit to bargain with Shroud - you split back into your body

Powering up, you make it there in time to witness everything with your own artifical eyes

It's over

It's done

Finally

You and Robert instantly find each other - you're the only one that has been there for everything.

You were there before Shroud. You were there during Shroud.

And now that there was an after neither of you were certain would come-

You were there too

[neonbluehazardsign]

robert who’s protective of the mech suit, and rarely ever lets anyone even touch it, let alone go in it.

so when z-team hears that robert let you into the mech suit, they’re shocked. 

“and he was nice? didn’t say anything like ‘don’t touch that’ or ‘get the hell out?’” Sonar questions, voice disbelieving. “yeah, i don’t know. seems a little off,” malevola chimes in from where she’s sitting on the counter.

“or,” prism continues, “maybe he likes you.” her voice is teasing, and your face heats. “it’s not like that—he just wanted to show me something.”

“yeah, show you his dick,” flambae mutters, and you glare at him. “we’re friends,” you say.

but you’re starting to doubt the legitimacy of that statement.

[homeybadger]

First Days (Part Three)

Summary: Hiding a secret power, you join the ranks of the Z-Team as Robert’s intern

Notes: Thank you all so much for your support for this fanfic!!! (I nearly cried)

Tags: @domomomomo

Robert is already at his desk when you arrive the next day- hair rumpled, coffee half-forgotten, Beef sprawled across his lap like a weighted blanket with opinions.

Your first official shift at the dispatch console begins with Robert’s voice right behind you.

“Alright, intern. Let’s walk through a normal morning.”

You’re already seated, logged in, headset adjusted. The glow of the console panels warms your hands. Your heart’s still beating faster than you want to admit. More… residue from yesterday. From Flambé. From everything.

Flambé hasn’t looked at you since backing away. Or maybe you haven’t looked at him.

There’s a single soft whff beside you.

“Don’t worry, Beef’s fine. He’s just, uh… union-mandated comfort weight.”

Beef perks up at comfort, tail thumping with the entitled confidence of someone who knows he is adored.

You slip him a treat you absolutely, totally did not bring on purpose.

Robert notices, and something in his tired expression lifts. “Okay. You definitely get to stay.”

He begins walking you through mission queues, caller categories, and acronyms that absolutely should not exist. While he talks, his abandoned coffee sits at the edge of his desk- half-full and slipping into its “cold and tragic” phase.

He hasn’t sipped it once. Not while teaching you the difference between “non-emergency unusual noise” and “absolutely a villain doing something stupid again.”

Robert is running purely on adrenaline, stubbornness, and Beef.

When he stops to sort through the mission roster, you quietly slip away to the break alcove, dump the cold coffee, and refill it with a fresh cup.

You return, placing it next to his elbow like it belongs there.

Robert blinks at it, then at you.

“…Was my suffering that obvious?”

“You were teaching with the dead look of someone who forgot caffeine exists.”

He snorts and lifts the cup.

“Intern, if you ever quit, HQ collapses within the hour.”

Once Beef settles by your chair like a lumpy guard lion, Robert guides you through the morning update.

“Prism’s on patrol. Golem’s hauling debris from yesterday’s explosion. Punch Up is… Punching Up somewhere.” He sips his coffee. “Sonar’s doing sonar things.”

You nod, clicking through the interface. “And Flambé?”

Robert shrugs. “Eating breakfast. Burning breakfast. Hard to tell.”

You definitely do not react to that.

He points to your screen. “Your job today is simple: handle inbound calls. Route missions. And if anything catches fire-“

“I stay away from Flambé,” you say automatically.

Robert frowns. “…No? You call me. You don’t run from coworkers.”

Your ears burn. “Right. Yes. Of course. Totally.”

“Dispatch, Flambé reporting in.”

You press the button- and for once, your pulse doesn’t spike. Talking is safe. Sound doesn’t burn. Voices don’t flare.

“Good to have you, Flambé. Try not to light any snack machines on fire today.”

“Hey! That was ONE TIME!”

Robert gives you a slight side-eye. The good kind. Like he noticed your tone was comfortable. Normal. You pretend to focus on your monitor.

The shift itself starts calm- that lasts twelve minutes.

“Dispatch! We’ve got- uh- problems!”

Sonar adds helpfully: “Golem sneezed and broke the walkway.”

“I’m sorry… it was dusty…”

Robert sighs into his palms. You pull up their map before he can even ask.

“There’s a maintenance ledge two floors down,” you say.

A pause.

Then Prism’s bright voice: “New intern coming in clutch! Nice call!”

“Thank you.” Golem rumbles.

You grin before you can stop yourself.

“Punch Up here. Found a fridge in the alley. Gonna suplex it.”

“Copy that. Uh… try not to break your spine.”

“Hah! Spine’s for cowards.”

The next lull in missions comes forty minutes later, and Robert finally leans back in his chair.

“You’re doing really well,” he says, rubbing his neck. “Better than most new hires. You actually listen.”

“I try.”

“You can also stay calm on coms. That’s rare. Invisigal is convinced you’re some kind of zen master.”

Zen master. Right, if only she knew.

Before the quiet can properly settle, Flambé’s voice bursts through the headset again, louder this time, over the sound of crackling heat.

“Dispatch, I need eyes on the south plaza. And before you ask- no- I did not set anything on fire.”

You pull up his feed, there’s a street vendor cart smoldering beside him. You decide not to comment on that.

“Got you,” you say, clicking into the map.

“You’re boxed in by construction fencing. Head east- there’s a service alley leading straight to the plaza fountain. Two left turns.”

Flambé scoffs. “Wow. Amazing. The intern can read a map.”

Robert gives you a do not respond glare. You ignore your impulse to apologize.

“Just giving you the quickest route,” you reply evenly. “Avoid the main road. There’s a stalled bus blocking half the street.”

There’s a beat of silence. You think, maybe, he’s surprised you’re still being helpful.

“Yeah. Great. Thanks, Intern. Truly life-changing directions.”

The line cuts.

Robert leans back in his chair with a sigh.

“So,” he says lightly, “you and Flambé… uh… not getting along?”

You shake your head. “It’s not that.”

He tilts his head. Not judging, not prying, just… concerned.

“Look,” he says after a moment. “You’re allowed to have boundaries. But Flambé’s… sensitive. Don’t tell him I said that.”

A heavier guilt settles in your gut.

But you don’t defend yourself, don’t explain, don’t confide in Robert. You can’t. Not when you’re still terrified of the truth. Not when your power still feels like a loaded weapon in your hands.

Robert doesn’t push the issue.

He just pats Beef, gathers his paperwork, and mutters: “If anything’s bothering you, you can talk to me. Or Blazer.“

You nod, reaching down to scratch Beef’s ears.

[silknspice]

BREAK A SWEAT robert robertson + invisigal & fem!reader, nsfw highly suggestive, mentions of possessiveness, oral fixation, unpolished blurb robert and courtney want you to take training more seriously after your run in with the red ring. but when you oblige, they’re the ones easily distracted.

“she’s not even sweating yet robert,” visi leans against the wall with crossed arms, amused voice raising over the sound of your shared huffs, “make her work for it.” 

you narrow your eyes from your place in the training room. “make me work for it? i didn’t even want to do thi—“ 

robert cuts in, adjusting the wraps on his callouses hands. “well you can’t use powers you don’t have.” his words are blunt. “and now, county supervillains know you’re with us. you’ll need to practice being precise, calculated, controlled—“

“lessons on control..” you raise a brow, hands coming to your hips in question, “from the man who almost threw a guy through the wall for talking to me?” 

“he was red ring.” your boyfriend throws a sharp look that makes your pulse spike, and your girlfriend grins with a roll of her eyes.

you’d been avoiding this situation for as long as you could. it’s not that you didn’t want to do cardio or get some movement in—it’s the fact that you’d be doing it with them. the most and least serious individuals when it comes to work. trying to match both of their expectations was equivalent to being pulled through a tornado. 

but after the z-team’s night out at the bar and a squabble that left the three of you bruised and curled up on fast-food restaurant benches: they’d realized the severity of the situation. 

“his dick is in a twist.” she huffs out, and robert pays her no mind. hr-nightmare jokes and teasing were normal conversation for the three of you at this point. “just humor him, sweetheart.” her gaze flicks to the side before finding yours again, “and me.” 

so you do. 

and within minutes you’re landed face down ass up, breathless, with robert’s frame capturing yours from behind and his hands pinning your wrists behind your back. the crotch of his grey sweats rubs against you, but visi appears with a cheshire grin before you can get a word out. 

“i think i’ve seen you like this before,” she teases. “although, your mouth was full..” 

her tone is as smooth as honey and addictive as wine. she lets out a soft hum in fake contemplation, before making a click with her tongue as if to say ‘got it’.

the next thing you know, she’s leaned down infront of you, brows raised and lip being bitten in content while her thumb slides deeper along your tongue. your warm saliva coats her skin, and when you’ve sucked enough to her liking, she grips your chin with her remaining fingers and gently shakes your head to show off her control. dick. 

“thought we were training,” you muffle out through visi’s fingers. robert’s leaned even further into you now, unmistakable boner pressing into you while you inhale the amber and musk of his scent.

the man behind you presses even further in—now you know it’s on purpose—and hums with a concentrated look. his condescending tone almost distracts you from his cold fingers trailing up your body and underneath your shirt to grope your chest. 

“we are baby, we are. let's just take a quick break.” 

silknspice. 2025

wasn't meant to upload this last night so if you saw it before.. no you didn't. something small while i work on something big... also haven't finished eps 7&8 yet. i'm so scared!

[halluvic]

Another batfam thing and it's super self indulgent because I'm having a crisis right now

I really need the universe to pull through, turn me into a statistic and have me resurrected in an interdimensional Lazarus pit, get adopted by Batdad so I can ditch the nursing course and be a veterinarian like I wanted to as a kid

I don't even like most people, animals are so much easier to get along with. They don't lie to your face and pretend to like you only to stab you in the back. And if they do, I probably did something to deserve it, tbh.

So!

Let's say... Reader was someone very selfless and giving and all that good stuff in their previous life and got reborn or something. Totally possible, DC lore has the record potential for it. In their mind, they're like "you know what, I wanna be selfish, I wanna live for myself this time" and actually do things with their own best interest in mind.

My two scenes are:

A) They meet the Batfam as a kid

B) Born into the Batfam

Pretty common, I've read some amazing works involving these scenarios.

Either way, reader basically grows with the expectation of a better family. Assuming this is another neglected au, reader isn't gonna be wasting their time on that bs again. They'll catch on that their family isn't interested in a bond and just take advantage of being provided for.

I've read something like this already, BUT! I want the added spice of Martian Manhunter. Bro can read minds. Let's give him another buff: projecting memories. Like, reading your memories like a Walmart Yamanaka from a store that sells knock-off Naruto merch. Now he can show it to others like a living projector.

You get involved in some deep shit inadvertently by becoming a witness and get hostage'd (not a word probably) and they rescue you, but you're knocked out. The JL needs info but this is time-sensitive and they gotta take all they can get, now. He basically outs your last life by projecting your memories on the screen, bc he over-scrolls or whatever and goes too far back. Woops, now everyone knows you're not a depressed teen, you're actually a depressed adult in your twenties. Or thirties now if you count ALL the years. You yourself felt weird about that, as much as you can be about swimming your way out of your mom's flesh-tunnel twice.

Batfam watches, like those cool Watching the Show or Reading the Book fanfics, and collectively get a guilt complex the size of a fire hydrant shoved up their asses. Which means they very much need and want to redeem themselves as your family, but you really don't care that much. You're madder that you got outed while you were unconscious but whatever, maybe it'll save some people. You'll get over it.

But, you know, how bad it is depends on what you were doing. Maybe you were a doctor or warrior, and all you wanted was to live peacefully in your second life. You can decide.

In my mind, I was thinking you'd die young in your first life, it's something I saw while scrolling through YouTube shorts and idk the title of the movie.

A spare child given birth to with the purpose of being extra parts for your ill sibling. You were smart enough to know what situation you're in, but not enough to know what to do about it. You die as they use your body to rebuild your sibling. Like the ship of Theseus, you exist in your sibling without living, just parts of a whole.

Every breath of air their lungs take is another stolen from yours.

Opening you up like a toolbox and taking whatever they need until you're empty and thrown out. Maybe they'll even use the skin of your hollowed-out body for your sibling's grafting procedure. Your eyes, hair, bones and marrow. Your blood drained from your body like you're about to be sold in the markets by the pound, fresh from the slaughterhouse.

No part of you will be wasted. For once, you were made useful. What other reason did you have to exist?

I think this would get us a lot of angst w/ the Batfam. They want to coddle and protect you from a past no longer within the same realm.

Similarly, even if they don't find out, I wonder how they'd react to a depressed reader that is slowly donating their body little by little as a final gift to the world and a family that never cherished them. Maybe they find out too late and you leave nothing in your wake, not even your ashes.

Or they catch up and manage to stop you. If you do, I don't think you'll be getting out of that gilded cage for a very long, long time.

[simp4fictionalmenandjesus]

Soft Yandere! Mark with a reader he rejected 🙅‍♀️

To set the scene, you and Mark have known each other for years, You quickly fall in love with the boy but he seems to not really give a shit about you beyond that of friendship.

Now, were you a bit silly when you blurted out a confession to him when he told you he was dating Amber? Yes, that was a bit cheeky… However, you really couldn’t hold it back anymore and even though he rejected you with a look of disgust on his face, you felt refreshed as you could finally let this part of your life go.

Plus, two months after your confession you and Mark are back to normal so it’s not like you lost him as a friend.

Theres only one small issue. Since you stopped liking Mark, you stopped putting the effort into him that you used to before. Mark didn’t receive any of your long voice messages about what you were doing, you stopped rushing to him like an obedient dog when he walked into school and you were no longer insistent on sitting with him at lunch.

Instead you treated him the same way you treated anyone else and Mark hated that.

He starts watching you out the corner of his eye more and asking your friends about you.

Of course your friends are telling you about this, but you chalk it up to Mark being more anxious about his friends because of the attack he witnessed when he visited that university with William and Amber.

So he keeps watching, and you keep ignoring.

Then he and Amber break up for good and suddenly Mark is all over you.

He’s literally everywhere you turn. At the grocery store, at the mall, at a café… the boy is EVERYWHERE.

Sure, if it was another guy you would be creeped out but Mark has always had a soft spot in your heart so every time you see him you drag him along to do whatever mundane task you were doing.

Eventually it became normal for Mark to carry your groceries to your little apartment, for Mark to sit on your countertop as he watches you make dinner for the two of you, for Mark to wash the dishes as you rant about the gossip at your uni. It’s now normal for Mark to be with you.

So it’s not surprising when things turn steamy one night. His large fingers drawing shapes on your thighs while he absentmindedly moves them higher and higher devolves into you losing your v card.

A part of you expects Mark to be gone when morning comes, and he is but a note on your table along with a lavender latte from that shop you told him you like rests on your countertop.

‘Something came up at work, I’ll swing by tonight.’

[yandereunsolved]

Yandere G1 Soundwave with his yandere cassettes for the human darling the Decepticons "adopted".

I can't stop thinking of the cassettes somehow getting a second cog implanted in them that allows them to transform into a cassette that fits into a human-sized cassette player.

You're sitting on an old crate listening to Thundercracker and Skywarp argue over something when Soundwave walks over to you. He leans down and opens his servo to you, revealing a cassette player that looks inherently Cybertronian, yet small enough to mimic one you'd buy at the local mall.

Both Decepticons have stopped arguing and are warily eyeing Soundwave. This is your time with them! Soundwave doesn't get to just steal the show (and obtain your coveted affection)!

"Objective: protection. Must keep human sparkmate safe."

He ejects a mini-cassette the perfect size for your new player.

"Ally: Wingthing. Will aid you should the need arise."

He then walks off without another word.

Having Soundwave as a yandere is confusing because he rarely voices or shows his emotions. It's always his cassettes―the extensions of him―that emulate that of which is buried deep within his spark.

[13tinysocks]

My Dead Girlfriend

Angstrom Levy plays his hand. You fuck it up. [Invincible Variants x reader]

[Part one]  [Ao3] [5]

6 * Bad Dog [5.5k]

"Since all those lost years when I thought I was the monster,

It turns out I was really the prey

Masturbating and waiting for the raid,

And hating every little thing about you all the way!"

The Ruminant - Go Hang

        The acrid breeze makes his blue curtain of a mask flutter. "Give us our shit." You almost don't think it's Mark talking, his voice is so different, so stereotypically New York native.

        The man standing on solid air ignores him. Good eye sliding from one Mark to another. "You're down one."

        "We're down a lot more than that, numbnuts." Mohawk throws his arms out. Gesturing to the empty space where other Marks could have been, but weren't. 

        "To be expected. This reality is much more resilient than most." At that, the men surrounding him bristle.

        "You meant for us to die." Baldie accuses, crossed arms tensing with the need for violence. "You were never going to deliver."

        The man, Angstrom, though you don't quite know it yet, laughs. Holding a scarred finger out to point at you. "I have though, haven't I? More than half of you wished to see this one again."

        You are slack in the arms of your savior. Conscious but head spinning with the sudden change of atmosphere. It was a good thing none of them could see your face behind the mask, see that you were awake and biding your time. 

        But he knows you're awake. The one holding you, the warrior raised on Viltrum from birth. He feels your pulse pick up under his hands, hears the skip of your heart, the faint smell of fear induced sweat under your armor. The others aren't close enough to sense it, you hide your feelings well, play dead good as a possum, but he knows. And he tells nobody.

        "You've all had a turn, so I think my end has been delivered." He finishes.

        The one with a bare face looks at Angstrom, confused. "I have no idea who that is. Where's William?"

        "Yeah." Backs up the long masked one. "Like I'd even give a fuck about some... whatever." he waves his hand, uncaring to find a word for some insignificant bug.

        Despite the backlash, Angstrom smiles pleasantly. "I'm aware in your realities, you didn't know or care for (Y/n) (L/n). That is perfectly acceptable. Don't think I've forgotten about the deals we've all made. But to fulfill them, I'll need you to find this dimensions Mark Grayson and bring him to me."

        Eyes twitch. Lips curl.

        "No," Scars finally says. He looks to you in the arms of that straight-laced Viltrumites arms and barely contains a smirk. He's going to enjoy ripping you out of them. Tearing his arms off for touching you. "I've got what I want. I'm done with this place."

        "You are aware I could leave you here or somewhere worse, correct?" Angstrom doesn't sound the least bit concerned regarding the mounting tension. The cracking knuckles. The nasty grinning-snarls, thirsty for a little more blood. 

        "You won't." Lensless hums, "We'll kill ya before you get the chance."

         "Then we'd actually be stuck here forever, dumbass." Mohawk barks. "We'll just torture him instead, duh." 

        Angstrom rose a brow. "There's only one of her left in all existence, remember that before you threaten me."

        You are consumed by crackling green light that seems to statically stick to your armor. You are falling, then not, draped over Angstrom's arm like a coat. Still trying to play knocked out. "I have the perfect reality ready for her if any of you move." He says before you're settled. "Pit of man-eating octomen I've been starving for months, waiting right here." A ring of power encircles your body, not touching you but threatening with its presence. "Move and she's there."

        "I don't care, man." Long Mask says. 

        Angstrom ignores him. "Get me Mark Grayson."

        "You've got ten of him right here," Emperor says. "And if you know what's good for you, you'll drop it."

        Angstrom laughs, nastily. So hard he shakes you in his grip. "Am I dog now, Mister Grayson?"

        "You're no better than one," Emperor replies.

        "Look at you all- looking at me like you want me to die. After everything I've given you." Spit flies off Angstrom's lips, landing on your visor. "I met so many of you with snot dribbling out your noses over this thing," he jostles you in his grip as you grit your teeth, "this worthless animal who in so many dimensions joins your conquest. Just some regular human who adds absolutely nothing to nearly every timeline. I don't get the appeal, but I don't have to. Do as I say or she dies."

        You observe the Marks. Ready to pounce. To throw caution to the wind. Some are hesitant, actually using their brains but enough of are ready to fucking shred you think you might get eaten by whatever an octoman is.

        It leaves you with no other choice. It was just a bonus it'd get him to shut up. You were dead tired of hearing this guy's voice. Hearing any guy's voice.

        You let out a weak, groggy groan. Catch Angstrom's attention, which is all you need. Watch the grin spread across his busted face. "Look who's awak-"

        "Bite off your tongue." Blood comes out of your nose in such a rush it splattered against the inside of your helmet. Power ripped from you all at once, used on this guy you didn't know, but definitely didn't trust. 

        Drip, drop atop your helmet. Then came the rivers of blood down his chin. Weaving through his beard. Tongue stuck all the way out his mouth, teeth grinding down, down, down. Sawing, squelching. He blinks, tongue half removed from his mouth, when your hold snaps. A scream that was more a gargle, splatters more blood across your visitor. You're thrown, ass over heel.

        His words are thick with pain and a brand-new lisp as he says, "Bad dog!"

        The sickly green light surrounds you as a portal opens up behind your back, snapping shut before the closest version of your ex could reach you. The last thing you saw was him smiling with blood bubbling over his lips. 

        Your landing was surprisingly soft. Skidding to a slow stop on silky tan sand. Scrambling to your knees to see where the portal was. Gone. No green, just a cloudless, hazy sky. Sun fat in the sky. Beating down harsh on the black metal of your armor. Around you there is nothing but more sand and ruins of a society long forgotten. 

        You don't know what happened. Don't know how to process what happened. Calling out to the nothingness, "Bring me back!" To no reply or help at all.

        ***

        "You-!"

        Biting off your own tongue was something the deeply deranged and suicidal did. Despite that criteria, Angstrom Levy had never wanted to do such a thing, but there you'd been- making him do it. 

         He was in acute shock. Slow. Unable to dodge the hands grabbing him, the fists beating him, not with his tongue dangling half-cut out his mouth. Threats came pouring in quick as they were delivered. Ribs broken. Ligaments torn, good eye gone red with burst blood vessels. 

        It'd lasted thirty seconds, maybe less, but a voice cut through the violent haze. "We can't get her back if he's dead." Said the boy who killed his father and wore his cloak. God, if Freud were still around. 

        The words didn't calm them, but soothed the blows like a balm. Mohawk had him by the collar, choking him with it. "Open the portal, cocksucker."

        Angstrom rose a hand, the only one he had left after that Viltrumite loyalist chopped the other off. He let it open slow, teasingly so. Power roiling under his skin, revenge on the mind. They'd thought they'd had him down and out, but he was nowhere near dead. He never planned to keep them along for the full ride. The plan was always to betray them. This was much sooner, and much bloodier, than planned. So be it. 

        "There." He heaved. They turned, looking into the opening to a new world. A world so dry it'd evaporate the marrow out of your bones. 

        Phantom didn't speak. Just shot his black and blue body through. One down, nine to go. 

        "That world," he begins, tongue awkwardly flailing over the bottom of his mouth, blood spilling down his throat just to be hacked out, "-that world has major time dilation. She could be very far from the origin point by now. Miles. It'll take him too long to find her... I can't-" He let the portal waiver, looking unstable, "I can't hold it long."

        "You can and you will." The ex-prisoner grabbed him by the balls. Through Angstrom's pants but still. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes. 

        If guilt tripping wouldn't work, he had no other choice. "Wait... I can.. I think I've found her." More portals zap open all around him. Nine in total. "Do you see?" They turn, just to watch the portals shoot closer, swallowing them all whole before snapping shut. Leaving them to fall in the sand and Angstrom alone to his devices. 

        ***

        You'd tried it all. Screaming. Looking for an exit. Digging. Trying to call someone, anyone on your phone that had not a bar. All while the sun beat at your back. You didn't give up, not really, just resigned to moving somewhere else. Powers, you knew, were stupid. Angstrom could find you again even if you'd left the dropoff.

        You walked. Migraine gnawing at your temples. Power stores drained out. Boots dragged in the sand, prints sifting away as soon as they were made. Moved from wreck to wreck for the tiniest slivers of shade. Baked inside your helmet until you popped it off, wiping at the drying blood with your gloves. When there was a breeze, it felt like a hairdryer, making your eyes water.

       Two hours, you'd walked to find nothing.

       The sun moved slow, the sky fading to a dull purple, but you knew the second it dipped below the dunes, you'd be dead without a fire. Deserts don't stay hot without sun. Planks were easy come by, old wood waiting to disintegrate into the sand. You rooted through the tool belt attached to the body armor. Tear gas, a high-powered taser, a flare, a knife, ammo for a gun you didn't have, and a to-go first aid kit. 

        You tried the taser on the wood. It made the old thing crumble in your hands. You tried again to the same result. Again and again as the sun crossed the sky and the heat began to ebb. 

        ***

        He flew through the desert, combing it in a gird. Square mile by square mile, searching. Growing more desperate by the second. Head filling with what if's. 

        It's faint, a mere vibration in his left ear. He banks hard. Following. Forcing his hearing to it's limit- catching grains shifting below his flight path. Then it comes again. Audible this time. Bzzt. Lil more to the left. Bzzzzt! Not long now. He starts to slow right as the sound pinged from below. BZZZT!

        "Fuck you, motherfucker." Came out from a line of beams fallen together to make a concrete tent.

        He landed gently, trying not to make a dust cloud and scare you away. Watching your back as you tried to light a plank ablaze with a taser. It crumbled in your hands. You scoff, kicking debris into a cloud that makes you violently cough. 

        You could turn and see him. Husky purple dusk not yet camouflaging his blue-black body suit. But you don't. Instead, you keep trying to tase the remaining sawdust into flames. It doesn't work. 

        He floats above the sand, slowly rolling into your view. 

        ***

        Chaos. Total, absolute, chaos.

        Nine of them in the middle of some desert planet, tenth fucked off God knows where. No Angstrom to take them out. No (Y/n) to soften the blow. The rage settled in like a beat behind their eyes, a thrum under their fingerpads. They wanted to choke each other for existing. 

        Their personal genie had betrayed them, left them for dead. 

        He wasn't the first to blast off into the desert. Searching for a way out, for you. He was, however, first to shoot into the sky for a birdseye view. The atmosphere thinned, going from an ugly yellow to the familiar dark of space. Above the sphere, he hovered, seeing only sand. Around the planet he went, hoping, then finding those hopes were something juvenile. 

        The search extended into space. For other planets. He noticed then, flying through the cold dark there were no stars or gas giants or distant worlds. Only the planet they landed on and the too-close sun. 

        As if Angstrom Levy had found the one reality in all of existence with one dead world. One big, sandy, uninhabitable world. The perfect place for them all to die. The search could be expanded later, with more of them looking, but he doubted even their Viltrumite bodies could reach any planets if he couldn't see them. 

        He was angry, but couldn't fault the guy. He was going to rip off Angstrom's balls after all. He'd find a way out of this, the same way he'd found a way out of that hell of a Viltrumite prison. Scarred beyond recognition. Coming home to find the love of his life dead and long buried. 

        Except that now you were down on that sandball, somewhere. Hopefully alive. So why was he angsting up in space? 

        ***

        The taser shot out, connecting thick prongs to his suit. Electricity traveled fast through the carbon fiber, penetrating to his skin. He didn't seize and drop. He took it like he was nothing but thin air, like you were imagining him in a wave of heat induced hysteria.

        The prongs retracted and he took that as cue to step down into your concrete hut. Coming closer, slow, hands up over his chest like he wasn't going to hurt you- as if you'd believe that.

        You hear it. Something moving so fast the air splits around you. 

        You don't know what you're going to do. Shout? Duck? Gasp? You don't get to decide because he's on you. Holding you hard against himself, feet inches off the ground, hand pressed firm over your mouth. Head tracking the sonic spec in the sky as it passed over. When the coast is clear, he sets you down and backs off. Not leaving your nothing of a camp, but any space willing given by these freaks was noticeable. 

        "Leave." Power doesn't even bother to tickle your throat. You had jackshit left. Wouldn’t have jackshit for days if your luck stayed bad. You'd only blown yourself out like this one time- that day at the beginning of the end of your life. You'd never used your power on someone else powered before. Barley used it period. Only on little, meaningless, petty things. Until you used it all at once to save his life. Then on him. Blowing out you out like a tire. Failing. 

        Now you were here. Staring at a fully masked version of him, unable to control him or your life again. 

        Yet you try, "Go." The taser finds its home in your belt, replaced by the tear gas canister held over your head. "Or I'll set this fucking bomb off if you get any closer." It's a lie so obvious you couldn’t put your chest behind it. "I'll kill us both, I swear to God."        

         He doesn’t move. Your helmet sits on the ground at your feet. You wonder how fast you could set the tear gas off and put the thing back on. If the GDA-enhanced tear gas would make you go blind.

        As you fingered the pin, he pulled something from his belt. A short, metal pin. He approaches the pile of wood you’d made. You back up, knowing he'd catch you if you ran. Knowing you didn't have energy for any more running. He cracks the metal against a shred of concrete. Sparks rained down on the dry material and then there was fire. Small but as he stepped back, blaze growing. 

        Technically, you knew what he was doing. Starting a fire so you wouldn’t freeze to death, the breeze as the sun went down already cool. But mentally? You had no idea what he wanted. You knew that he was one of the ones that asked for you, that knew some version of you and decided thousands dead was worth it. Even though he was the first to your side on multiple occasions, you couldn’t know what he wanted. If he wanted something in exchange.

        The sky had gone a deep gray. Cold settling in between the sand dunes like an old bone's ache. You could leave, but the growing fire was your one and only shot of living. Just a guess, but the taser thing wasn’t going to work. 

        "What do you want?" You asked, shuffling closer. Still gripping the tear gas hard, reared over your shoulder like a weapon. "Tell me or I'll set it off."

        "I'm not going to hurt you." Through that demon of a modulator, you catch a softness, Mark whispering a secret he hadn’t told anyone else. More genuine than you’d heard from any of these alternates. 

        "How do I know you're not lying?" But there is no reply, and you don’t think he is. He's done talking and you're done fighting. 

        He sits first. On the edge of an uneven slab, leaving plenty of room for you. You watch him carefully. Sure he's going to lunge, a lurking predator luring you into a false sense of safety. So you lean against the wall instead, watching him and the fire. 

        He does lunge eventually, ten minutes later. Dashing forth to stomp out the fire as another body streaks across the sky. Tense as you both watched it go by. Waiting until there’s nothing but the night. Then he was back on his knees, cracking the stick onto new planks.

        "What is that?" You're still standing. Arm lifting the canister overhead once again.

        He looks up from the fire at you. Black going brown in the light. Tentatively, tortuously, and against every nerve in your body, you sit. Slip the tear gas canister back into your belt. Hoping he'd talk if you seemed a little less hostile. 

       "Tell me where I am. Who the fuck was that?" 

      You’re not shocked when he says nothing, only annoyed by your acceptance of it. He can’t bring himself to ruin this moment with you, finally alone. Hearing your voice, even angry, was like an angel’s song for the damned. Your face like something out a dream. Any nervous tics, little movements, shifts in your weight, was studied and tucked away to categorize and compare to what he knew. 

        You at seventeen, nervous and shy and sweet. Could you have become this bitter thing had you lived? Surely not. He'd have made sure you were taken care of. Made you into a wife with nothing to fret over. He hates him. The Mark of your dimension. Wants to turn him inside out for letting whatever happened to you- happen.

        You watched him right back with no knowledge of what his gaze meant. None of the same interest, but watching for the same things, instincts of being prey. Wondering when the slowly stalking fox was going to pounce, if the gaze was a challenge. In the thickening night, he was starting to blend in. You could still see his outline and the dark lenses reflecting back your stare. You try to look past them but can't, can't read anything from the blank, dark slate. You look away, wanting a momentary reprieve, backing down from the challenge. Movement. Your gaze right back, tense all over. Hand on the taser holster.

       The mask is off. Chin up, he is bare. There is stubble dark on his jaw, skin paler than you recalled Mark ever being, his hair a shaggy mess that hung past his ears, eye bags deep, nearly purple. He was Mark, no surprise there, the surprise was the slate blue of his eyes. Just like his father's. 

        You pull the taser out, but not wanting to escalate further, voice almost a whisper after you’d grown used to the quiet. "What do you want?" He looks up at you under dark brows and long lashes. It reminds you so much of your Mark you want to strike him, but think better of it. "Answer me." 

        It comes out breathy, hardly audible. "I just-" Two syllables and his voice breaks. Cracks right down the middle. He shuts his mouth, hand going to his throat, thumb massaging. He swallows, tries again but all that comes out is a hoarse sigh. His brows knit in frustration. He’d talked more than he was used to in the past few days, and with the dry air and nerves, what was left of his vocal cords wasn’t going to cooperate. 

        You don’t know what’s wrong with him, but now you understand why he wore that modulator.

        The mask goes back on. He's given up trying to talk, trying to show his belly like he wasn't a threat. You suspect violence, harassment, almost get up anticipating it, but it doesn't come. You're about to settle down when the ground shudders just outside your camp. You don't get the chance to check what it was because it steps inside between the concrete pillars.

        "We've been working together to find a way out of this shithole and here you two've been, love shackin' it up." His mask flutters in front of his face as he talks. Sand stuck to his tracksuit where blood had wet it. "Jesus, yer lucky I found you. Those other dudes have been losing they's fuckin' minds."

        Phantom rises, dashing the small fire away. He'd know his alone time with you would be short. They'd find you both eventually, but he was glad to have had it. Even if you looked at him with such disdain. For so many years, that's all he wanted. His voice failing him was punishment for letting you die, for letting this version of you get stuck in an unending desert. He'd make it up to you. Find a voice to say what needed to be said.

        He steps towards the other. Long mask, long face, you don't quite know what to mentally call him yet- steps back. Making room for Phantom to exit the ruin. 

        "I'm not leaving." You tell the newcomer, though you grab the helmet. To throw at him? To cover your head from the cold now that the fire couldn't ward it off? 

        "You dunno if I've found a way out or not and yer just gonna act like that?" His laugh is humorless, "Glad we weren’t a thing in my world."

        Behind him, Phantom jerks his head, a 'come' gesture. Wind, not a breeze, cuts through the dunes and sends winter cold through the cracks in your armor. Settles under the fabric, making you shiver. 

        "Do you have a way out?" You demand.

        "Would'a left your ass behind if I did." He says, stepping further back. Annoyed but understanding you wouldn’t come within a certain distance; despite how fast he could liberate your head from your shoulders. "Come on," he lifts inches off the ground, "the longer you're gone the edgier those shitheads get. I can't take it anymore." 

        You really, really, really did not want to see any of them. You look back to your concrete shack. But. Survival is easier in groups, right? You know what else is easier in groups? Mass murder. The second you got your powers back, you were taking them out like you'd set out to do. Sure, you'd probably only kill one or two more of them but it'd be enough to kill Mark Grayson four times before you went to hell. Only then did eternity of torture sound bearable.

        You also couldn't make a fire, it was freezing, you had no food and you'd be starving soon, and you had nothing to drink but codeine, which was a bad idea. 

       Phantom waited for you on the ground. Tracksuit, ah there's that convenient nickname, hovered low in the sky waiting. "Let's go already." You can't fly and something tells you Tracksuit isn't willing to walk however many miles it is back to camp. 

        Phantom taps his masked cheek. At first you're disgusted, thinking he wants you to lay one on him but realize, he's telling you to put the helmet on. You'd seen those old stories of superhuman and regular-Joe-human romances going bad because their lover flew too fast and all the human's skin was flayed off. You didn't want to go to the others, but you really didn't want to go without skin.

        You put the helmet on and he moves towards you. Slower than the first time he scooped you up and took you to the sky. He definitely felt bad about dropping you. Elbows move under knees, strong hand supporting your back. Lifting off gently this time. Accelerating slowly enough for Tracksuit to scoff and shout, "Dude, move it!"

        You'd never been flying like this. Before, it was too quick to process, too much adrenaline. Now you were burnt out and empty enough to actually process the passing dunes. To feel your body relying on his for support. You would have liked it, really, if it wasn't one of the crazy Marks- which was pretty much all of them. Horrified at any time he'd drop you or dangle you by an ankle until you cried, "Uncle." He hadn't seemed the type, but he also ripped off Psychopomp's arms the second time you met him. He wasn't as forward as the others, which made him less predictable. 

        The whole flight you were scared shitless, because the second it was over, things were only going to get worse. The bright side was, things were always awful before they got better. Thinking about killing Mark calmed you down a fraction.        

        Even in the distance, you could see the camp. No mountains to hide its orange glow. The only thing of note for miles upon miles. 

        Tracksuit sighed with relief, "Thank God." He shot forward, gone, leaving you and Phantom to meander along. You'd noticed he'd significantly slowed. Sucking up all the remaining alone time with you he could get. Hovering hundreds of feet over a massive bonfire. Figures below, waiting with baited breath. 

        Phantom contemplates the success rate of leaving. Running with you. Surviving alone together. His black boots touch down on the sand. He sets you down, keeping a hand at your back as you wobble to your feet. Unaccustomed to flying. Human heart fluttering in your chest.

        You get no peace or relief. 

        Just Mohawk flying forward and almost knocking you over "Dickhead," he hissed before his fist sent Phantom careening into the desert night. Phantom catches himself, but stays further back, hidden in the dark. It was chilly but this planet was nothing compared to the vacuum of space. To what his life had been before seeing you again. The fire, here and there, were for you. Warmth and signal. He would keep watch from the shadows. 

        The perpetrator turns to you, sand stuck in his mohawk. "You good?"

        You don't meet his eye. Opting to stumble closer to the bonfire, trying to avoid eye contact with the Marks standing around.

        "I thought you'd need it," Omni-Wannabe says. 

        "Where are we?" You stare into it. Hoping they don't notice the answers aren't forced out of them. That they don't piece together the only reason you're not going batshit is because you're powerless.

        "A desert," Lensless kicks at the sand, "Duh."

        "What desert?" It's hard to keep the venom out of your voice. 

        Emperor stretches his legs over a rock. Leaning back in his low earthy chair, looking like he meant to be stranded. "You tell me. You're the one who got us trapped here."

        You don't bite the bait. You can't fight back, so opening your big mouth is the last thing you should do. But he's looking at you like he wants to chop you to pieces. You go for fawning but not too out of character. "Wasn't expecting anyone to end up here with me."

        Under the yellow fabric, his brow twitches. "After all the chasing and defending, you didn't expect backup?"

        "I didn't ask for backup." You say, "I have no idea what's going on. One second I'm working, the next this guy," your arm gestures to Mohawk who grins, "is beating the shit out of my boss."

        Emperor's muscles tighten. You'd said the wrong thing. Towed the line too willy-nilly. He says, "You really must be dumber in this world if you haven't figured it out yet. Don't speak to me until you do." And goes back to watching the fire.

        Crisis averted.

        Somebody thinks it's a good idea to rest their fat, meaty hand on your shoulder and say, "Are you okay?"

        When you turn it's the bald one. Wearing an expression you think is concern.

        You can't help moving away and snapping, "Get off." 

        "D'aww, somebody mad their geriatric handler didn't pick them up?" Scars is right behind you. Not close enough to touch, but too close for comfort. He could push you into the fire and you'd be roast dinner. "Not expecting to deal with the consequences of your actions, were you?"

        This time, for real, you hold your tongue. Stuck straight to the roof of your mouth. You are not fucking with this guy.

        He touches you the same place Baldie did. You're scared to shove him off. Baldie was a mistake, one that could've gotten you killed. Scars would be a mistake that would get you killed. 

        "Hey, look, she's afraid of me!" He announced like it was an honor. "That's a smart girl, but where's that fighting spirit? Come on, I wanna see you try n' hurt me again."

        You don't reply. Don't move. Don't breathe. 

        "Your heart just skipped a beat, there, Dregs. Don't tell me you're gonna avoid me by killing yourself again." His fingers tighten on your shoulder. Nearly bruising. "I won't let it happen again." He's masking his anger being here with nine of himself by playing with you. Relieving stress. 

        "You're wasting your energy antagonizing her." The grip lightens immediately, someone else to play with. Scars' violent attention turned toward the bare baby-faced version of himself. 

        "You telling me what to do?" Tension cracked off his split lip.        

        "No." The other says evenly, "But we're stuck in an alien desert. Now's not the time to pull some master-slave dynamic bullshit on some girl you don't even know. Be smart."

        Scars slipped around you, prowling toward the sat man. "And how do you suggest I 'be smart'." 

        He started counting off on his fingers, "Get more firewood if you don't want her to freeze to death. Search ruins for something that could get us out. Look for food. Rest, conserve energy, because we don't know how long we'll be stuck here. My guess is until we get ourselves out because there's no way Angstrom is coming back for us."

        "He will," Lensless says with unwarranted confidence. "He has to know we'll find him and kill 'im. It's dumber to let us be mad n' stuff."        

        Maskless shakes his head. "He chose this planet because he expects us to die. I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm not fighting you guys over some human I don't know. If you're smart, you'll do the same." He slides off the rock and lies himself sideways in the sand. Head propped on his elbow like a pillow. "At least shut up or go to sleep so you can kill echother quicker tomorrow."

        Scars took two steps toward him before an arm jutted out, stopping him. Omni-Mark stood between the two like a wall. "He's right. We should sleep while it's cool. Search more tomorrow."

        "Who said you're in charge?" Emperor snipped despite being deeply unhelpful.

        "I'm not trying to be," he said, "it's just a suggestion."

        One you take. Moving away to the other side of the blaze while their bickering went on and on. You sat on a rusted pipe. Maskless a few feet to your right, brow furrowed but eyes closed. The Viltrumite to your left, arms folded behind his back. Posture painfully straight. His eyes flick over to you, head not moving. 

        You don't see it, but he's content with the situation at hand- for now. He could take the others. Savvy enough to survive in the harshest conditions where the others surely weren't. He'd conquered harsher planets than this without help. Atop of all that, you were choosing to be by his side. That is enough for him, for the moment.

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“Yeah.” Your voice is soft, fingers carding through Mark’s hair, the silky feel between your fingers is the only thing keeping you from wearing your excitement on your fucking forehead.

“Wait, really?” He perks up, pretty brown eyes focused on your face, searching your expression for a hint of deception but all he finds are kiss swollen lips curled into a sheepish smile, fluttering lashes and a tongue that swipes across your bottom lip with the same fluidity he wants to feel against his leaky tip.

“Yes, really.” You snort.

And Mark’s excitement is palpable, lips curling into a wide grin, and he sits up, blankets pooling at your hips and you glance down at the very, very prominent shape in his boxers. The fabric pulled so taut that you’re beginning to think he might actually lose circulation and you watch as Mark reaches over, grabbing your phone from beside his and he unlocks it.

Fingers flying over the cracked screen guard, and he taps his fingers impatiently against your cover.

“What are you doing?” Your brows scrunch in confusion, thighs tossed over his ones and you feel the way warm muscles tense and twitch under the weight of your legs.

“Playlist.” Mark whispers, his fingers scrolling through your Spotify, adding just the right songs.

“Are you serious?” You groan, laughter tinging at the edge of your voice, as you stare at Mark. Clad in a President Nixon T-shirt and black boxers, raven strands tousled messily from the way your fingers carded through the strands so incessantly, a dopey grin formed by lips reddened from kissing and his fucking eyes.

So dazed, pupils blown wide and long lashes fluttering with each half-blink. Light reflects off the pretty brown of his eyes, and you could stare at him like this forever.

“Okay, done.” Mark whispers, setting your phone back down and he adjusts the sound just a bit until he’s hovering back over you, lips ghosting over yours. The ball of his nose bumping against yours in sweet butterfly kisses, his hand moving to rest on your waist while the other supports his weight above you.

“Do you have condoms?” Mark questions softly, lips pressing against yours in sweet, gentle kisses. Slowly trailing his lips along your jaw, his hips pressing into yours and you feel the way he grinds his clothed cock against your pussy, the flimsy fabric of your nightshorts doing nothing to obscure how you’re soaking through the cotton.

“I— hah…” A weak sigh leaves your lips when Mark kisses the hollow beneath your ear, and your thighs wrap around his waist firmly “I don’t think we wear the same condom size.”

A breathy laugh against your neck has your cunt oozing slick, a pool beneath your hips and you’re trying not to whine whenever his ridge catches at your sloppy folds. “Yeah.” Mark murmurs. “Your dick’s so much bigger than mine.” And he kisses the curve of your neck. “What size are you?”

“Magnum.” You whisper. “Extra large, with extra ribbing.”

And Mark laughs, his head lifting. “Why do you know so much about condoms?”

“I don’t.” You snort. “I pulled that out of my ass, but.” You hum. “How couldn’t you guess that? Don’t you know about condoms?”

And Mark shrugs. “No. I always thought that with the right person, I wouldn’t have to wear them.”

His voice is quiet as he looks down at you, pretty eyes roving over your features and he swallows, lips curling into a dorkish grin that has you weak, your belly clenching at the way he slips his hand under your shirt, giving your waist a gentle squeeze before his hand slides up further. Stopping until his thumb traces over the curve of the underside of your breast.

“Call it alien instincts.” He whispers, pressing another kiss to your neck and you sigh. “M’still waiting for you to dry out and get all gross.”

“I’m not like ET. I’m basically like… Kryptonian.” He answers softly, sucking a mark into your skin and you gasp at the sudden sharpness of the action. A slight pinch that makes your heels press into his lower back.

“And what’s your kryptonite?” You hum softly.

“I’d tell you to take a guess but that’s kinda cheesy.” Mark whispers against your skin. “So, it’s comic books.”

You let out a giggle, your lips parting to say something but Mark’s thumb brushes over your nipple, teasing the velvety soft bud until it stiffens beneath his grasp and you take a shaky breath, your lashes fluttering shut as you feel the way Mark’s kisses trail lower and lower, until he’s pushing your shirt up, past your belly and tucking it beneath your chin.

And he stares.

Unapologetically.

Muscular fingers flexing as they grasp at your hips, brilliant chestnut pools focused and trained on the way your nipples harden, pebbling under his gaze. And you swallow.

“Is something — bitch, wait, are you playing The Weeknd?” You attempt to sit up, shifting enough for your elbows to support your weight but Mark presses a hand on your chest, pushing you back down and he dips his head. His tongue’s hot as he drags along your nipple, eyes glancing up to watch your expression as his lips find purchase, tongue flicking and his other hand moves back to palming your unattended tit. Your body nearly leaves the surface of your mattress at the way Mark attends to you, pandering to your body and you whine.

“Are you sensitive here?” Mark breathes out, but it’s like you don’t hear him immediately.

Your fingers are raking through his hair, nails dragging along his scalp and Mark groans, eyes fluttering shut as he shifts his attention to the other.

He’s impeccably good at it.

But clumsy enough for you to know that this is his first time.

His hips rut against your thigh desperately and you let out a low sigh, your eyes rolling back.

“Shit…” You whisper, swallowing hard before you nod. “Apparently so.”

And he grins.

“Score.”

Mark tugs at your nipple with his teeth and he lifts his head to admire you.

Glossy, swollen nipples, a belly that’s dipping inward with every shallow breath you take and Mark’s hooking his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and panties, pulling them down in one go and Mark tosses them aside. Before grasping at the edge of his shirt, pulling it overhead and tossing it aside.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect.” He breathes out, desperately as he shifts, kisses and hickeys scattering themselves across your torso with each desperate press of his lips, fingers wrapped around your thighs and Mark pushes your legs apart. His lips pressing a kiss against your fleshy, plump mound before guiding your legs to part comfortably.

And your hands immediately go to cover yourself, and he lets out a little hum, before shifting, peering at you with a confused expression. “You okay?”

And your lips purse as you try to find a way to say you’re a little nervous about that. “Are you like….” You chew on the inside of your cheek. “Does— do you have to like… do that?”

Mark lifts the covers, hands moving to support his weight as he stares down at you. “If you’re not comfortable with it, we don’t have to do that. It’d just make it easier for later, you know.”

“It’s not that I’m not comfortable, it’s like… You don’t have to, if you don’t like… wa—"

“I want to.” Mark interjects. “I’m not doing it for you, I’m doing it for me. I gotta put me first.”

You snort, loudly before looking at Mark. Your brows furrowing as you remember your anxiousness. What if it doesn’t… Like…

“What if it’s like not… You know?”

And Mark lowers himself back to between your thighs, his chin resting on your mound and he watches you with soft, empathetic eyes.

“The worst possible thing that could happen, is you tasting like pennies because you don’t drink water.” Mark deadpans. “But I like the taste of pennies.”

And your lips purse. “We’ll get back to the penny tasting part later but are you sure?” Your voice is quiet.

“I’m sure.” Mark whispers back. “Can I show you how sure I am?”

When you nod, Mark’s head dips and he sighs in delight

Thumbs move to spread your puffy lips apart, your glossy cunt being stared at so intently that you can feel it. But it doesn’t make you any less horny. And Mark groans quietly when he watches the way you twitch.

“Demogorgon.” Mark breathes out and you gasp. “Mark, you fucking asshole. That’s not fun—…nnyyyyy..”

You whine weakly when you feel the way his warm tongue drags through your sloppy folds, slick pooling on the wet muscle and Mark groans as your thighs press against his ears.

Mark feels the way your cunt twitches against his tongue, and he tugs a folds into his mouth, eyes focused on your chest and the way your breath stutters, rather than the whines you’re muffling with your hand.

You’re writhing. With the way you’re trying to simultaneously get away AND closer to his tongue, Mark’s finding it hard to keep the smile from his face. Your fingers sink into his hair, fisting the raven strands and he groans, tongue lapping needily at your dripping pussy and when Mark pays attention to your clit, you squeal. A hand on his forehead, pushing him away.

“Not there—!” You hiss, your voice a weak whine and Mark lifts his head, staring at you from beneath heavy lashes.

And Mark huffs. “Listen here,” He swallows, pushing the covers out of the way and ultimately, leaving them bunched at his waist instead, “I can lick a pudding cup clean in like, a minute. This, this is my calling.”

And you pant, bleary eyes glancing down at him, your cheeks flushed and hot.

“You’re a literal superhero.” You remind him. “I think that’s more … Your calling.”

“Well, lucky for me, I don’t pay you to think.”

“You don’t even pay me.”

And Mark lets out a boyish little giggle, peering up at you and this time, he can make out your features properly. So much better than when the covers were obscuring his vision.

“Shhhh.” Mark shushes you. “I’m busy eating.”

You roll your eyes, although it’s to the back of your head but you’re pretty sure your point is across. Fingers remain clutching your thighs, Mark’s lips find purchase around your clit and he’s suckling at the sensitive bud, only stopping to drag his tongue along the nerves and you whine.

Your body feels like it’s on fire.

“Is it good?” Mark whispers softly. “Do you like that?”

And you nod weakly. “Uh-huh, keep doing that. M’really close…”

Your belly dips in shock, lungs taking in deep breaths of air that just don’t seem enough when you feel his tongue drags along your slit, your toes curl and your brows bunch. And your hips jerk upwards.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit.” You pant. “Mark, m’gonna—”

You don’t get to finish your sentence when your orgasm’s ripping through you like a tidal wave, slick bursting from your gooey walls and trickling down your already sloppy cunt. Your body shivers, nerves wracking and you’re trembling with each swipe of Mark’s tongue. And he groans.

“Fuck, you taste so good. What are you eating?” And he peers up at you, his chin glossy and his eyes hazy.

“Uh— berries? I’ve been eating a bit healthier. You know, more juices, less soda.” And Mark nods his head, tongue out and dragging sloppily against your cunt, before he raises his head.

“Keep doing that.” And he buries his face back between your thighs, latching onto your clit and he shakes his head, hands shifting to the backs of your thighs, pushing your legs to your chest. And you’re spread out like a meal. Something for him to admire and feast on until either of you pass out.

And Mark drags his tongue from that furled hole, all the way up to your pretty, puffy pearl and you gasp.

“Way too close!” You huff. “You can’t go that close to my ass.”

And Mark groans against your pussy, looking up at your from beneath furrowed brows and his words are barely audible.

“Boo, tomato, tomato.” He slurps at your cunt, and the sound is loud enough that it drowns out your weak mewls. You’re a little bit oversensitive, your thighs still a bit unsteady and with the way Mark keeps prodding his tongue, you’re guessing he’s not stopping anytime soon.

“Have you ever been fingered?” Mark whispers, using one of his hands to push his hair out of his face, and he melts when your hand replaces his, fingers sliding through the strands and keeping them from falling to his face.

“Where would I have found the time to be fingered?” You breathe out, body twitching whenever his breath ghosts over the slick, a chill breeze that makes your toes curl in your socks.

“Your parents aren’t ever home, you don’t have any hobbies other than sleeping.” Mark shrugs.

“You described an extremely busy schedule to me just now, and I’d like for you to find fingering time on there.”

And he huffs.

“Yapper.” And his middle finger slowly pushes into your cunt, and gorgeous, blown out brown eyes focus on your face, watching every twitch o your brows, every part of your lips for even a lick of pain and discomfort. Your body shifting until your feet are planted on the bed, on either side of him.

“How does it feel?” Mark whispers, tongue tracing over your clit and you swallow hard.

“Like… a little uncomfortable but it doesn’t really hurt-hurt.” You answer softly.

“And if I do this?” Mark’s finger curls, the calloused pad of it brushes against that gooey spot you’ve never reached before and you gasp, nails dragging against his scalp when you fist his hair.

“Do that, please.” You sigh. “S’good.”

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” Mark whispers quietly, his brows scrunching and he can feel the way his cock aches in his boxers, precum soaking through the fabric and he ruts against your bed like a fucking animal. But he’s subtle about it.

Mark sucks at your clit, finger thrusting and brushing along that gooey spot, pressing down until there are stars bursting behind your eyelids, and you squeal.

“Fuck, fuck, right the—!”

You’re coming around Mark’s finger, slick pooling beneath your hips, dripping down the crease of your ass. And you’re fine with it being there.

But Mark isn’t.

He forces your knees to your chest again, head dipping lower before he’s dragging his tongue from the edge of your spine, along your furled entrance, your oozing slit and all the way to your clit and circling it with the point of his tongue.

And you gasp.

“Mark. I swear to God. If I get an infection—”

“I’m not sticking my tongue in your ass, oh my God.” He groans. “But fine. I guess you’re just not about that life.”

And you giggle, bringing your hands up to your face to hide your blush. “You fucking dork.”

“Do— do you think you’re ready?” Mark questions, a hand reaching up to push your face slightly. “Look away.”

“I should probably be ready.” You murmur quietly, your gaze lifting to the ceiling but you can’t even deny that the back of your eyeballs are burning to catch a glimpse of what’s been causing the print you kept eyeing.

For the last couple of years.

And Mark peels off his boxers, before flinging them in your direction. And your mouth falls open. “Why are they wet?” You giggle, a snort slipping past your lips as you pick up his boxers, setting them to the side and you look down at where Mark’s hand is wrapped around the base of his cock, ruddy tip ghosting over your folds. You begin to fear for your organs.

“You know, now that I’m looking at it—”

“I won’t make it fit.” Mark deadpans, dragging his cock along your leaking slit, slick coating his cock and he lets out a shuddering breath when he aligns himself with your hole.

And he swallows heavily.

“Take a deep breath…” Mark breathes in.

And your brows bunch.

He looks… Stressed.

Eyebrows knitted, lips parted to let out calculated breaths, his chest heaving and— oh my god, his hand’s shaking.

“Mark?” You call softly. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good.. I’m just like… hyping myself up— fuck, your hand’s so warm…”

Mark sighs, a whimper slipping past his lips when he feels the way your hand wraps around him, gently guiding his tip towards your fluttering cunt, peering down at you from beneath hooded eyes, his skin prickling and he swallows hard. His body shivering, and muscular hands move to rest on your knees, fingers digging into your flesh as he pushes forward.

Your hands are so much daintier than his, softer, smaller and he feels the way your walls clench, cunt snugly wrapping around his flushed and bulbous tip, and Mark’s brows furrow.

And you snort.

“Are you okay?” Your voice is a breathy giggle. “You know, seeing as you’re losing your womanhood.”

Mark’s scowl makes you laugh, your muscles clenching around him and Mark gasps, his hips surging forward a good 3 inches and your eyes widen.

“You motherfucker—!”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” He breathes out. “I’ll pull out.”

His cock drags against your soft, plush walls, him in that way that makes his lips form a pretty ‘o’ shape, brows raising.

“You’re so warm…” He sighs. “For a heart so cold.”

The laugh slips effortlessly from your lips, your lashes fluttering and one of your hands move to rest on his lower belly, fingertips ghosting over the muscles of his abs but the contact’s enough for his stomach to flex, the sight so painfully delicious that if you didn’t feel like you were being split in half, you’d have slid a dollar down his torso, and Mark leans over you, the silver chain dangling in front of your eyes.

Lips pressing against yours, and your arms slink around his neck, thighs parting to accommodate him better and you feel that uncomfortable burn as he slowly pushes into you. Your nails drag down his back, a satisfying purr slipping past Mark’s lips and he shushes you.

“It’s okay, its okay.” He coos. “It’s gonna feel better in a minute, yeah?”

A hand slips down between you, fingers gently circling your clit, the sensation makes your body thrum and Mark groans, face pressed into the curve of your neck when he hears the lewd way your pussy squelches around him.

“You’re so… Tight… Fuck, shit—” Mark swallows, “—I need to pull out.”

His chest heaves, and he lifts himself just a bit, hands shifting to your hips and your brows bunch.

“Now?”

“Yeah, right now...” He swallows hard, chest heaving and a sharp breath leaves his nose. “…s’too much. I’m gonna come.”

He looks down at where your pussy swallows him, plush and glossy lips busted open, slick trickling down the sides of him and he swallows, expression damn near pained and he lets out a whine.

“I don’t wanna.”

Mark leans forward, sweaty torso pressed against you, his face buried in your neck and you whine when he pushes deeper into you, mushroom-y tip pressing sloppy French kisses against your cervix, your fingers sinking into the hair at his nape and Mark whimpers when he feels the way you clamp down on him. Precum smearing against your slick walls with each shallow thrust of his hips, desperate humping as he whines into your neck, needy and his arms wrap around you, fisting the fabric of the shirt you have yet to take off.

He doesn’t mind it.

It’s his shirt.

“Don’t pull out.” Your lips brush against his ear, and Mark swallows hard. His heart beating against his ribcage, body prickling with nerves and he nods his head.

“Okay.” He breathes out.

Mark sits up, watching the way your thighs are strewn lazily across his, his cock buried deep enough that he can make out the little bulge just below your navel and he pulls out slowly. Watching as each inch of his cock emerges coated in a gloss that reflects the light that creeps through your curtains, before pushing back in.

Your body keens, nearly instinctively curling into yourself and he brings his hand back down, his thumb pressing tight circles on your clit and you gasp, nails digging into his forearms and your head tips back, your throat bobbing.

“Fuck, right there.” You pant out.

Mark’s slowly picking up speed, gentle thrusts that push him closer to the edge and when your body spasms, belly dipping inward and your knees pull themselves to your chest, he knows he’s a fucking goner.

Mark’s hands bracket the backs of your thighs, pushing your knees to your chest and he pushes into you, feeling the way your pussy clenches and Mark comes.

And God, he pulls you out of your reverie with the pornographic moan he lets out. Plump, pink lips parting, brows scrunching into a twitching frown, eyes squeezed shut and his hips keep moving. You feel the way his cum paints your insides, pearlescent droplets slipping out of you and pooling beneath you. His thumbs press into the fat of your thighs, pushing your legs just a bit further apart and he fucks into you deeper, faster.

“Fuck, you feel so good—” Mark gasps, peering down at you with hazy eyes and blown out pupils.

“Play,” he pants, head lolling and tipping back, moonlight dancing on the crown of his head, “play with it while I fuck you.”

Mark has your brain turning into mush, your fingers moving to lazily swipe over your clit, dainty fingers swirling over the bud and Mark watches the way your toes curl, pussy squelching and gushing around him as you come. Your legs shaking, your heart beating so much louder than he’s ever heard it before and you’re whining. Squealing, nails dragging at his forearms and leaving streaks behind in the flesh.

When your hand falls away, Mark simply takes over.

A true friend, pinching your clit between calloused fingertips, rolling it until you’re swatting at his hands, the overstimulated bud swollen and he groans when he feels you push at his belly.

“N-no….” You whine. “S’too much…”

“Move your hand.” Mark huffs, before he pins your hands above your head, leaning forward and you gasp when his hips grind against yours, his face pressing into the curve of your neck. He sucks marks into the flesh, sweet hickeys and his hips meet yours in a messy cacophony of plap! plap! plap!

“It’s too much…” You pant out.

“But you look so pretty, though.” He coos. “You can take it, can’t you?”

Mark kisses away the tears that roll down your flushed cheeks as you nod weakly, your chest heaving and glossy lips parting.

“You wanna switch positions so you can cry in peace?” Mark whispers and you nod.

“Mhm.”

You’re flipped onto your belly effortlessly, a pillow stuffed beneath your hips, and Mark slowly pushes into you. Your back’s arched so deeply, your face pressed into your pillow and your hair’s a bit of a mess as Mark gently tugs the T-shirt from your body.

“Shit, ‘s big.”

And Mark grins.

“I’m big, huh?” He taunts you, hand moving along the curve of your spine and he feels the way you clench down on him.

“Yeah, your fat head’s big.”

And Mark sighs. “Not fucked out enough to compliment me?”

You shoulders shake as you snort with laughter, lifting yourself just enough to peek at him over your sweat-slicked shoulder.

“Not even close.” You lie and he hums, his hands moving to palm the fleshy globes of your ass, spreading the fat and he watches your furled hole clench as a thick wad of saliva travels down the cleft of your ass.

“Guess I’m just gonna have to fuck the niceness into yo—”

“Want a break from the ads?”

Marks expression falls, his attention moving towards the illuminated screen of your phone, bright green on display and he swallows hard.

“How fucking cheap— Just get premium!”

“Premium’s expensive!”

“I’m not even kidding right now, I’ll give you my actual bank account if you get premium.”

“I’m not getting premium. That’s like, the ultimate final boss of consumerism.”

Mark groans loudly when the ad finishes, and he lets out a breath. Before he waits, impatiently tapping at the base of your spine, eyes narrowing at the back of your head the longer it takes. And then, something plays.

“What shit is this?”

“No, no, leave it. I like this.” You swat his hand away, your head moving to the stupidly catchy tune and Mark shuts his eyes.

“I’m actually gonna choke you out. What is this?”

“It’s ‘Year of the Ca—’ mmph! ”

You’re interrupted when Mark pushes your face into your pillow, hands gripping the fat of your hips and he shifts closer, cock churning your insides with each thrust he gives, cum leaking down your inner thighs and he groans. The lewd squelch of your cunt nearly drowns out the soft voice of Al Stewart, but not enough. Mark’s brows are furrowing, swallowing hard as he feels another coil begin to form is belly. Aggressive and fiery, Mark’s snapping hips have the fat of your ass recoiling of the sharp angles of his hips, one hand moving to grasp the back of your neck while the other clutches at your headboard.

His hips are unforgiving, brutal thrusts that has your walls spasming, nails clawing at the sheets of your bed, your back arching and you’re pushing back against Mark, ass flush against his hips and you’re letting out weak, muffled whines into your pillow. Drool, and tears mix and you raise your head, looking over your shoulder at Mark.

“Mark…” You complain, your body breaking in a cold sweat when he pulls out of you, leaving your drooling pussy to clench around. And your expression falls when you watch the way he picks up your phone, swiping through the various musical options.

“Are you fucking serious right now?” You hiccup.

“I cannot fuck to this. I’m so sorry, it’s just—”

“Markus!”

“Fine!”

Mark’s shoving his cock back into you, the warmth is inviting and that fucking stretch has you gasping, eyes rolling back in your head and you whimper.

You don’t know how long you’re gonna last with his hips thwacking into you like you owe him money.

You probably do, but you have no intention of paying him back.

Your belly’s coiling, your toes are curling and your body’s threatening to go slack and Mark leans forward, pressing a kiss against your back.

“M’gonna come inside, yeah?”

“Uh-huh….” You nod weakly. And a pitchy sound rings out when you feel the way his cock pushes out thick, pearly ribbons that leave streaks across your gooey walls, and your body goes limp, his following and you’re grasping at your pillow. Letting out panted breaths and he kisses along your shoulders, warm and affectionate presses on his lips that have you sighing.

And his hips roll against yours. Slow and deep, and you’re whining weakly.

“It’s too—”

“You can give me one more.” His breath ghosts over your ear, arms wrapping around your midsection and he pulls you closer to him. He can feel your heart beating as erratically as his, your body warm and sweat, skin flushed. “I’ve heard you come 5 times, back to back. You can do it for me.”

And you whine, pressing your face into the sheets as his hips roll against yours, grinding into you and fucking his cum deeper.

“You wanna get on top?” Mark coos softly and he watches as you shift almost uncomfortably, raising your hand weakly and you flip him off.

And Mark hums, a snort of laughter slipping past his lips and he lets out a soft moan at the way your fleshy cunt squeezes him, before he pulls out of you, flipping you onto your back.

“You’re so pretty.” Mark coos, hands brushing along your hips and belly, sliding up to your chest and he ghosts his thumbs over your perky nipples, still oversensitive and he watches the way your body twitches.

Big doe eyes are tear-filled, your lashes fluttering and your lips are swollen. And Mark glances down to where your glossy pussy remains unattended and he sighs softly, biting his bottom lip as he pushes back into you, inch by inch. Watching the way your back arches off the bed.

“Can you put your legs on my shoulders?” Mark speaks softly, hands massaging along your thighs and his gaze flicks up to yours, and the way you’re staring at him makes him smile, dimples deepening in his cheeks.

He looks…

'Radiant', as zesty as it is, is the only word to describe him.

Muscled body coated in a thin sheen of sweat, droplets traveling down the delves of his muscles, broad chest heaving, a thin silver chain glittering in the faint light. His hair falls over his face, a few strands stuck to his forehead and his eyes. They’re glittering like ponds of honey, framed by dark lashes and his lips curl so deliciously into a grin.

“Right.”

He murmurs, before guiding your legs onto his shoulders, leaning forward to press a kiss against your lips as he sighs when your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer. He purrs when your fingers disappear into his hair, sweat-slicked strands moving between your fingers as his hips grind against yours.

That scratchy tuft of hair above his cock tickles at your clit, overstimulating the bud even more, his chest presses against yours and he keeps his eyes on yours.

“Why’re you —hah— looking so deep into my eyes?” Your voice is soft, and Mark lets a breathy giggle fan across your face, his hips pressing into yours, timing each of his thrusts with one of your perfect, rhythmic pulses that slowly speed up.

Your orgasm impending.

“I’m trying to figure out if you’re as in love with me as I’m in love with you.”

Mark’s voice is softer than you’ve ever heard it. His lashes fluttering as his lips keep ghosting over the apples of your cheeks, pressing sweet kisses to your rosy and flushed face.

And you swallow.

“I am.”

It’s the first time you’ve admitted it to anyone without there being a comedic undertone, without some… Discrete joke of self-loathing because Mark was looking in every direction except yours. And you swallow, your gaze focused on his.

“Really?” He whispers softly, a hand cradling the side of your face, and he’s drinking in every sensation you have to offer. And you weakly nod.

Only snorting when he presses his rosy face into the curve of your neck, his knees causing the bed to dimple and you feel the way his arms wrap around you, forcing your hips to angle a bit more upward.

And his hips rut.

Hard.

Mushroom-y tip pummelling against that spongy spot, your toes curling and your nails scratching at his back. You’re effectively folded in half, folded in a way that would have lawn chairs jealous because of how much space you’re saving but you can’t even think of that.

Not with the panted praises in your ear, the flurry of “you feel so good” and “fuck, you’re so pretty like this”s making your mind melt. Your body's pliable and weak, electricity pulsing just beneath your skin and your cunt’s oozing, wet shlick! shlick! shlick! sounds accompanying the sounds of his thighs slapping against the fat of your ass.

And you tuck your face in Mark’s neck, nails digging into his skin, biting down on the muscle of his shoulder as you stifle the scream that threatens to tear your throat as you come, gushing and soaking the tops of his thighs, his pelvis and tightly toned lower belly.

Mark wrings you dry. Fucking into you until you’re a weak, trembling faucet and he pulls out, looking down at the creamy mixture that trickles out of your gushing cunt.

And he swallows, panting just a bit.

“Are you okay?” Mark coos, his thumb tracing over your swollen clit, peeking out from between velvety folds and you nod weakly.

“Mhm…” You breathe out, your body prickles with goosebumps, your sheets soaked and you look like deflated sex doll.

“You wanna go again?”

And you stare at him incredulously.

“No.”

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[angelyuji]

more mark -O- & variants!!!

cw // yandere behavior, emotional manipulation, shitty smut for mark (kinda dubcon), implied noncon, toxic toxic toxic, the variants are evil, physical & verbal abuse, breeding kink too lowkey

mark thots :P

he’s sooo pathetic and cute i can’t

down baddd for you

i’ve said before that he’s superrr emotionally intense like he’s got the puppy-dog eyes DOWN

he knows that he can manipulate you into doing whatever he wants

i actually had something else to say but i forgor… so im gonna write some porn for u guys… don’t hate me if its bad… im trying

“i missed you so, so much.” he hugs you tight and you laugh.

“mark, we just saw each other yesterday.” you recount your dinner with him, debbie, and oliver.

he groans into your shoulder, “i know, i know. but i just missed you so much, after training oliver, all i wanted was to hold you.” the ache in his chest after being away from you disappeared at the sight of you. mark pushed you onto your bed.

“wait- mark, my roommate-”

“i don’t care.” he pulls you into a kiss, working his hands down to take off your pants. you try to push him off, but mark grips your hands. he uses a hand to pull off his mask, “please, (y/n). i need you.” his heart starts to ache at your resistance. you sigh, taking off your clothes.

“just-” you lay down, “-be quick, i have to go to a party.” he nods, making sure to quickly take off his suit. you moan as mark feels you up, groping your chest. he pushes two fingers into your mouth and he holds back a smile when you jolt.

“suck.” his voice feels rough in his throat; he was barely holding it together at the sight of you wrapping your lips around his fingers. he takes his wet fingers to press into your wet hole, “fuck, you’re soaked.” you huff, indignant, but you whimper at the feel of his fingers scissoring you open.

“mark…” you moan, hand reaching out to his face.

“yeah, baby?” his eyes are wide, watching you clench around his fingers.

“please, i need more.” mark pauses and you reach out to grip his hair, “please mark, i need you.”

his eyes trace over your naked body: your chest heaving, sweat glistening on your forehead, and your puffy lips. “only if you come over tonight.”

“what?” you breathe. mark’s fingers start pumping into once more and you writhe, pushing your hips back to feel him deeper.

“i just need you to say you’re coming with me, instead of going to the party.” mark smiles at you and he watches your face twist. he stops his hands and you whine.

“okay, okay. no party. just fuck me please.” you beg and mark smiles, innocently. mark takes his fingers out to wrap it around his dick, aligning it with your dripping hole. he sighs as he presses into you, “fuck…” you whimper, feeling him deep inside.

“fuck, baby, you feel so good.” mark grips your thighs, pounding into you. you could barely speak, letting out choked gasps at each push. “mine.” he growls as he folds you in half. you moan, feeling him deeper than before. “you’re all mine, (y/n).”

just remembered as i wrote this, but mark acts like he’s super pathetic and emotional in front of you

while also being pretty similar to nolan behind your back

he doesn’t want you to see that side of him, so his whole personality is pretty secretive

as papa nolan said, “what (y/n) doesn’t know won’t hurt them.”

anywho lets talk variants

im more familiar with them now jk i had to rewatch clips but its cool. i miss the show a lot already

“are you sure”

anyway first! viltrum mark

i tried to find more lore about the varients in the comics, but alas… none

looking at the few snippets we have of him, id say he’s very royalty, no nonsense, strict, and very much the type to actually follow through on the threat of washing your mouth out with soap if u swear

to my fellow manhwa readers: think very duke-of-the-north-red-flag-ml

like rn i was reading “how to win my husband over” and i’d say viltrum mark is similar to that fuckass pervert brother (i want that guy to die but that’s neither here nor there)

believes you are his future queen and all that

but also believes in corporal punishment to make sure u don’t repeat your mistakes

doesn’t allow anyone but him to disrespect you or touch you

if someone even looks at you in a way he deems “wrong”, he’s gouging their eyes out

if you talk to someone for longer than he deems necessary, he’s ripping their head off and giving it to you like “look what you made me do”

seems very mild-mannered considering how coldly he talks, but like… no not at all. he’s insane

he still treats you relatively well tho unless you’re being bad/bratty/talking back/not doing whatever he’s telling you to do

nsfw: if you’re capable of getting pregnant, oh brother. he’s fucking you into the mattress every night until you’re pregnant and all throughout the pregnancy too

like knowing you’re carrying the next generation of viltrumites…. he’s freaked UP

saying you’re the “queen” is a stretch cause ur kinda just a incubator atp but like mark loves you

ur his!!! you’re the reason he has children and also the reason he even cares about the viltrum empire hehe

sinister mark + mohawk mark :P

mostly keeps you around cause you’re fun to torture

he doesn’t really feel love, but he holds some affection for you

only because he likes your reactions to the things he does

he would’ve killed you first, but he thought you were cute to look at so he was like… lemme keep a trophy of my conquest!!!

so he really does only see you as his toy to mess with

not really a yandere imo, just a psychopath

so you’re just an object to use and abuse to him

he doesn’t really gaf about how u like it or feel abt it as long as he gets off

dark invincible/fully masked invincible

imo he’s one of the few that really does care about you

he came to earth for the invincible war to bring debbie back home (which is so cute and sad ugh)

so i can only imagine that he’s similar (in yandereness) to our mark except more pitiful and possessive

i can only assume nolan killed debbie in his universe so he was extra protective of you (or maybe the viltrum takeover was successful and the viltrumites killed debbie, letting mark and nolan live for some reason idk)

has some humanity left in him because he remembers what it’s like to have a family and a mom

would kidnap you from your house while you’re asleep and then act like he’s the victim in the situation

unmasked invincible/markvincible/no mask mark

i already hc mark is bi (i hc all characters i like as bi cuz i can)

but same as mask-vincible

he misses william :(

very cutie patootie, not as in touch with his humanity as mask-vincible or og!mark, but still obsessed with you

like he would kill the people you love if it means he could have you to himself

i hc that’s what he would’ve done if he got to william

like he’s killing the bfs and family and keeping you chained to him lowkey

anyway not much else to say i fear

please send me ur thoughts expanding on the characters lol i might’ve gotten the varients mixed-up or mushed them together idk sooo many characters to keep track off and sooo few clips of them that im basically making up my own personalities for these guys lolol

[mihii-i]

a demon couldn’t love, only deceive.

Pairings: mizu x fem!reader

CW: nsfw, female reader, afab reader, mildly angsty because yes, misogynistic society, mizu initially referred to as a male, blood, mild violence, fingering, praise, crying, a sprinkle of cunnilingus but not really, sentle gex yay, tit sucking, kind of vanilla tbh but lowkey poetic so, girls kissing oh no, mmm bottom mizu rubs hands tg like an evil fly, mizu being her own biggest hater, i <3 mizu guys I love my gf i feel like my husband went to war while i wait for 2026, not proofread.

A/N: now playing — under the influence by chris brown. omg I’ve been waiting to write more bottom mizu because holy shit also she’s canonically a bottom?? Like I get my girl gives off bde but pleaseeee Someone needs to make my sweetheart feel good don’t hog all the pleasure for yourselves. @fairexy78 🕯️

Screeching of Mizu’s katana abruptly skipping along the large rock in deep scrapes shot through your eardrums as a piercing wail, humming in tune with the whistles of cool winter air bristling across the horizon blanketed in thick sheets of snow. The sudden drag of steel pressed against the sharp stone snapped you out of the mindless daze that occupied your head in the midst of going along with the motions of trailing behind the samurai, your eyes gravitating to align with his own through the hood of his kasa shrouding his face.

“(Name). Get comfortable, we’re going to rest here for the day.” Mizu asserted, glancing over at you without questioning the meek nod you had delivered him.

—

All you could recall as you trailed behind him for endless hours was the repeat of his first meeting with you over and over, broken on repeat like the faulty string of a shamisen bellowing in an endless ring. Every detail remained crystal clear among the events playing out within your thoughts to sear into your irises, pupils dilating with each flash of a detail as minute as the crunch of a singular footstep planted behind Mizu’s from when you had first begun to tail him in the midst of her quest.

The shivers thundering along your frame, stiff from the harsh cold of winter as you stumbled over the unmovable skip in your swift steps with your body tumbling forward to sink into the snow, was something that would never stray away from you as long as you lived. Lingering on the fear stirred in your chest as you could only stare up at the crooks circled around you, clicks of the foreign guns squeezed in their hand over the trigger with their sadistic smiles burning into your skull like the last thing you’d ever see.

It was in the blink of an eye when you caught the splatter of blood tainting the pale white in trickling drops, seeping down to lap at your ankles as you instinctively shrank away. You noticed a man through the blur of your vision, practically strangling the crooks that circled around you, the dry ocean blue of his cloak spreading slightly to give way to his elbows curled against a crook’s chest to squeeze at the fabric draped over their chest. Merely to impale them clean across without answer as scarlet drops specked along the beautiful waves patterned along his blade.

Your eyes raked along his tall stature carefully, from the baggy ends of his harem pants trailing to the dark blue kimono tight against his chest—too short and tight to be considered one even. It simply looked like he took a child’s kimono as a makeshift article of clothing that wouldn’t get in his way. However, you were barely able to retain the sudden gasp that was about to peep out of you as your gaze landed onto the beastly azure of his irises. A half blooded child. You were sure that’s what he was.

Repeated strings of “stop following me.” Or “you will not find what you seek at my side.” Kept smoothing out like a path to heaven leading you on, his dismissal of your presence being met with your fascination with the devil man enticing you further into tracing his path. His disgusted expression staring daggers into you over his shoulder hadn’t pushed you away in the slightest, instead drawing you deeper into the thrashing sea of his plight he so desperately pleaded to mask.

Eventually, the swordsmen couldn’t help but soften in the presence of the beautiful woman following his every move, her enthusiasm and bright energy burning as a lantern of hope that rendered his ice cold heart into a tender mush with every action of yours barely quirking up a smile along his frown. A rare gleam of joy that sparked up within Mizu at your bounding smile drawn over his shoulder in curiosity, head turning away from the warmth of your touch to avoid himself from falling too deep in the comfort you enveloped him in.

His nights were now filled with the newfound content sense bestowed upon him in the wake of you caring for him, finding solace in the fact alone that you didn’t care for his little actions being ruthless or cruel. Simply an aspect of what was needed to survive in the grueling inequality elevated into the confines of society within an isolated Japan. Your little gestures of compassion were enough to make the stern swordsman shift tender in the gentle grasp of your palm tracing along his.

You didn’t see him as a monster. Something he had never heard, even the most intimate, who had even remotely come close to loving him through his half blooded taboo.

Could it be he was falling for you?

He shouldn’t bother. Your kindness was likely out of fear. It was clear someone as filthy as him couldn’t be loved.

Yet, the premise of his earlier beliefs warped into a puddle of worthless irrelevance, previous judgements crumpled into a purely nonexistent state as he felt your lips collide with his suddenly, hand resting on his shoulder as your kiss froze over time itself in that moment. Mizu of course, couldn’t help but kiss you back—albeit a bit hesitantly, lips hugging against your own tenderly in a heated embrace locking the plush muscle together as his hand craned over to thread through your scalp almost desperately in a gesture to pull you in deeper.

Despite your bond carving a deep mark into every bone in his body, Mizu was of course hesitant, if not more guilty as to have been shrouding you in the lies piling up atop your unwary bliss. The curse of his inhibitions gnawing away at him—or rather, her. Regarding the lie of leading you into believing you had fell for a man when in reality, she had been born as a woman in the unfortunate circumstances this world had in fact cursed upon her. Navigating under the guise of a man for the sake of her safety.

Not only had you seen past her demonizing appearance, the shame of her birth and origin evident in her eyes meaning nothing to you, despite being an outcast all over the country. But you had treated her as she had always wanted to be treated, cradling her in a sort of cushion of love that reached for her hand in the depths of hatred she had drowned in all her life.

And how had she repaid you? By allowing someone as benevolent as yourself fall into the deceit of her wretched lies, just as an onryō would cast destruction upon anything in its path.

—

The sound of Mizu clearing his throat caught your attention momentarily, chin tilting up to size him up as he stood upright from the rock. He gently nudged his sword off to the side to lay flat against the small slivers of snow still scattered around the thawed clearing to which you two had set a fire, making sure it was aligned well before stepping away to a tunneling pit of shadows gated between the lines of bleak trees.

You cocked your head to the side in confusion, seeking for the samurai to elaborate on his sudden relocation elsewhere. Mizu sighed, clarifying as to not worry you too much.

“I..need to bathe. There’s a nearby lake past the trees, and it’s not too far off. Call my name if you’re in danger.”

“Ah, alright Mizu. Just be careful alright?”

He swiftly nodded, sliding out the orange glasses from the inner lapel of his kimono as he neatly folded the two pieces over the other in a high click, before gently positioning it on top of the rock so it wouldn’t fall. Noticing your eyes fixed on him, Mizu huffed out as he fought back the urge to roll his eyes, since he knew full well you only looked at him like that when he was forgetting something.

“Ugh, what is it?”

“You’re forgetting something, my sweet samurai.”

Mizu fought back the groan threatening to push past his lips, yet suppressing the smile that clashed against it as well in his overriding internal conflict between annoyance and adoration. How could he possibly deny the woman he loved a gesture of affection? He leaned down, pecking his lips against your temple in a quick, chaste kiss as he stood back up, pursing his lips at your satisfied expression.

“Happy?”

“Very much so, enjoy your bath. But don’t be out for too long. Heard that you’ll wrinkle up if you do.”

As Mizu headed off, you were left alone with your thoughts once more in the gentle pit of silence, nothing but nature’s whistles humming along the sunset brightening the distant snow leaving you at peace with your own mind as a sanctuary in Mizu’s absence. Of course, the first question that had came to your mind was one that would be widely questioned had anyone known of your relationship with him. Why hadn’t he made a move in you or engaged in any intimate acts upon you professing your love to the samurai?

You knew that a man was only so strong, that he couldn’t fight back his urges for so long especially in the presence of a woman whom he loved. So Mizu’s abstinence came as quite the surprise. Was he embarrassed? Inexperienced? Or perhaps he simply had no interest in sex. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it. By now, many would have made love when mentioning the prospect of a kiss alone, so his behavior was fairly strange to you.

Yet you couldn’t judge him for it, you did love him after all. But part of you did desire that level of intimacy with him, even if it wasn’t sex, seeing him bare or holding him with no clothing separating your bodies interrwining would be nice at the very least.

You adored every part of the seemingly ruthless man you had grown attached to, his low voice softening every time he spoke to you, his thin, yet well built frame wrapped around yours when you slept. And of course you wouldn’t dare leave out the part anyone else would’ve deemed impure, even Mizu himself.

The violent maelstrom of crashing tides that eased to a calm shore upon softening, a beautiful storm of bright blue that stabbed into the cruel world with hatred, yet protected you in their touch as their own personal home.

His eyes were the most beautiful part of him, despite the hatred that arose at the hands of his impurity evident on sight.

What you presumed to be several minutes passed in slow accordance with the breeze batting your cheek, worry bubbling up within you, thoughts cluttered in an unending rush of potential scenarios that could’ve unfortunately doomed your lover during his time alone, as he had been gone for quite some time. Well over how long it would usually take to bathe.

Taking a deep breath to push back your initial fear of what you might see, you rose up to your feet in moments, slowly treading through the pathway between the array of thick branches of wood as every crunch of your footsteps rang out in a noise that seemed to slow down with each step forward. You peeked into the area, hearing the swishing streams of the waterfall spilling into the lake in a hushed white noise that calmed you.

Unable to see Mizu anywhere in your swift search, the overwrought panic took over your instincts in the heat of a moment in which you thought you would slam into the face of danger, darting in as you skidded to a halt as the sharp point of a long branch barely poked inches away from your jugular.

Quickly, that panic made way for a series of perplexed emotions overtaking you in seconds, questioning if you were hallucinating at the sight of a nude woman before you, glistening in drops of water dribbling down her body as her chest heaved up and down, likely equally as panicked as you. Not only that, her face resembled that of Mizu’s in an eerily similar fashion, everything down to the thick eyebrows crowning her blue irises matching the man you were with.

It didn’t take you long to notice. At all. Your lover was a woman under the impression of a man, tucking away her identity from the world in fear of ending up dead or worse. Especially with her goals being made easier, even with the factor of her mixed heritage under a more masculine demeanor. Oddly enough, you could empathize with her on a level of what she had been put through. Of course, you were a woman yourself, so you knew what it was like in this patriarchal society.

Mizu only froze up in shame, her breaths shallow in anxious fear as she backed away from you. She had never wanted you to see her like this, she didn’t want you to see even more of her shame, what she had hidden from you for so long. Her lies that could have done away with your relationship by now, as you had been wallowing in the falsehood that was your relationship. A demon couldn’t love, only deceive. That’s what she had been taught about herself, that’s all she knew.

“I’m..sorry..” was all she could muster the courage to choke out, her bottom lip dragging between her teeth to hide away her cracking voice to keep up the emotionless front.

However you didn’t find yourself straying away from the attraction toward Mizu…the strange sensations built up only growing stronger in a desire to hem her in yout grasp. Was it because you understood the struggles of being a woman? Or rather you truly were able to line your eyes along the beauty of her sharp features in a more feminine sense instead.

Whatever it was, you truly didn’t mind. In fact, you felt yourself far more infatuated with your lover than before, chest locking up at the sight of her enchanting form alone, as she was ethereal—out of the question for someone as beautiful as her to be in this world.

You were unable to tear your eyes away from Mizu in the fostered tension of her heavy breaths, quivering with the ache of unshed tears. Her body slowly shrinking back from you if you had done so much as lift a finger closer to her, the life practically draining from her face right before your eyes.

Shallow exhales racked the palpable silence hanging in the darkening sky, the gentle pale glow of the moon caressing her face making Mizu seem all the more unreal to you, like the spirit of a woman described in legends in a trance of captivating beauty. The way gleams of moonlight accentuated her features in a light shine brightening slivers of her thin, muscular body, capturing her as an almost ethereal being who didn’t belong on land, but rather in a sort of heaven that encompassed her beauty.

To put it simply, you were more enthralled by the fact that she was a woman instead of a man, drawn in further by not only her appearance, but the acknowledgment of her struggles as a searing wound in the vile society the two of you resided in. Perhaps everyone saw such a woman as a demon, for they couldn’t fathom her gorgeous features, that clearly proved too much for mortal eyes to behold.

Before Mizu could even open her mouth to justify her actions, scrambling together to apologize for her lies in the presence of her demonic nature that she had the misfortune of existing in—you quickly shoved your index finger against her darkened lips, soaked from the wash of the waterfall continuing to cascade down into the lake in quick rushes. Your eyelids lowered to take in her complexion as you leaned in nose to nose with her, the droplets of water brushing over you like a gift from her body to yours, while Mizu’s expression remained stunned with the way you held yourself up to her willingly. Not disgusted, nor disappointed by her lie, yet rather further reeled into the temptation of love itself.

“Mizu..”

“(Name)..?”

Your breath against her remained as cool as the harsh winds of winter, yet tranquil enough to ease her into relaxing herself under your touch. Carefully trailing your fingers up her arms in little skips along her wet skin, you somehow eased the swordsman into your touch as her body loosened into your arms like the sap of a tree. Melting into your touch in a deep lean with your skin to her nearing that of a sedative, which she could fall asleep safely to.

Every moment you spent drawing the patterns of your hands over her arms like a painting she never wanted to wash off, you silently flickered your gaze over to her lips, eyes flitting to meet hers in the warmth of cerulean softened in the comfort of your touch on her body. Lips drawing closer and closer each time, a surge of elation sparked through you once Mizu leaned in, in time with your own lips. Signaling to you in silence that you are in fact what she wanted, internally grateful in an overwhelming spill of emotions filled within her at the fact that you could accept her for who she is.

The sensation of her your lips hugged to hers ignited the heat of trust linking her heart with another, the desire to remain close to you flaring up once more, as that feeling had been left untouched for so long in the frozen over ridges of her affection and trusted, gated away for so long in a thick barrier of ice. Which now, your love had thawed away, allowing you—no, giving a piece of herself to you to which she could finally be vulnerable.

The waterfall spread to the land skirted around it was frozen over entirely, everything down to the earth covered in snow on the side icy to the touch. Yet despite the often avoided conditions the two of you had found yourself in, the warmth of your bodies fit together was strangely enough to keep you not only hot, yet alive. Flaring with the flames of passion roaring within you as it wasn’t long before you hovered above your lover flat against a slanted, smooth rock buried within the snow, Mizu’s back flush to the cold stone.

“Fuck..”

Her blue eyes buried themselves into your brain from the way she looked up at you, heavy lidded and lips parted in short breaths as you withdrew yourself from the kiss. The look in her eyes alone, that same deep storm in her eyes would for sure be a sight you would commit to memory, grasp dug into your nape as her stoic demeanor was long gone from your touch roaming along her skin, squeezing at her bare hips to which she hummed through her sealed lips.

For certain, this was the woman whom you loved. It would take an army of soldiers to pry you out of her arms and rip you to shreds if it meant being away from her. The sight of her sprawled out bare for you—exposed to your touch, practically waiting for your hands caress her all over affectionately in a plea to the gods that there truly was someone that loved her in this world. Your breath hitched at her foot nudging up against the back of your knee, her eyes still beholding that same glint that made her seem utterly intoxicated from the way you ran your hands over her.

“Can I? Please, Mizu?” You pleaded, hands resting on the inside of her thighs to gentle roll apart the minimal fat on her bones to expose her cunt glistening between her legs.

Her eyes fixed on you intently with each move you had made along her body, surprised at your touches carefully brushing every part of her body as if it was a sacred temple you served to worship. Handling even your kisses along her stomach with the utmost care, occasionally looking up at her for an affirmation of sorts. Catching her breath hitched in her throat from the unfamiliar sensation of this extent of adoration, Mizu quickly rested a hand on the back of your head, delivering you a nod of affirmation to your delight.

Sweet fans of air grazed along her heat as your eyes remained focused on the dampened folds of her cunt spread for you, tracing your middle finger up her slit as a trial as Mizu lulled her head back along the cool flat of the rock in compliance, surrendering over the most intimate parts of herself a promise while she bit back the noises crawling up her throat upon feeling your finger slip past her folds into the moistened velvet caging your fingers.

She was soaked, likely from the buildup of her arousal alongside the aftermath of her bath from earlier. As if her washing herself off was futile by now, the anticipation nervously pooling within her coated her body in a thin layer of sweat with each experimental touch of yours, sheathing your finger into her pussy with caution as you glanced up at Mizu’s face, twisted in pleasure for any signs of discomfort.

Although it wasn’t the first time she had done this, the way you continued to check on her through the overwhelming bliss of your digit curling into her spongy walls sure felt like it was. Mizu only struggled to contain the gasps that fell from her swollen lips as she felt the unexpected drag of your tongue pressed against the velvet of her clit as she writhed beneath you, close-mouthed low moans buzzing against her throat as you latched onto the bundle of nerves between her thighs with each curl of your fingers.

Her cunt left you drunk at her mercy as you lapped away hungrily at the taste seeping onto your tongue, accompanying the gradual increase in volume of her moans while her hips bucked up driving you further into the depths of a haze that caught even Mizu in the whirlwind of your touch. Your fingers continued to stutter their movements in the flurry of your onslaught against her pussy, the taste of her slick smeared across your lips growing far too intoxicating for you to multitask in the blur of you own arousal, Mizu’s gasps pitched to outright lewd moans as you eased your ring finger past her folds as well.

The samurai squirmed in the overwhelming sensations coursing through every vein in her body, her fibers tinged with the feel of your fingers lodged inside her as her walls clamped around your digits like a vice keeping you inside her. Her sharp breaths squeaked out of her alongside the endless stream of whimpers that fell from her lips, quivering against your thrusts as your lips pressed up her torso in a trail of fire. Nose tickling along her let down hair, you smiled as you took the time to brush any strands off her body, lips wrapping around any skin you could land your mouth on across her.

Mizu’s eyes rolled to the back of her head in the strangled chorus of her moans, squeezing them shut as her throat began to run dry from the pressure you exerted onto her chest, free hand palming her right breast while your lips wrapped around the other. Her heart rapidly thumped against her chest in heavy beats as both your fingers sheathing in an out of her, as well as your added stimulation to her chest drove her insane. She had never once been able to bask in the comfort of anyone loving her this much, willing to hang on for dear life even if it was the last thing they did.

Both of you were so deeply coiled up within one another, entwined to the point where seperating you both would be out of the question, the raw passion of the moment embedding a deep crest of each other, worn on both of your hearts with pride. Echos of what you invoked within each other, the enticing fervor of a love so deep it could span across the realm of the god, sever any blade that tried to cut through it whether it was a well trained samurai or the shogun himself.

“You’re so beautiful..do you know that?” You murmured against her tit, tenderly sinking your fingers back in to barely graze along the cavern of her g-spot.

Mizu’s nails dug deep crescents into your bare shoulders, her whines now knowing no end as they drawled out of her like an infinite melody, her hips rolling against your hips quicker to keep up with the pace you set when you pushed them into her while gradually speeding up. Her moans caught up in her throat as small slips of tears streamed down her cheeks, her words coming out as messy sobs that cracked with your thrusts stuffing her full.

“Fuck, I- ah-! (Name)..I love- haah-! Love you so much..” she sobbed, not bothering to speak any more besides those words as her moans did enough in expressing it all.

You smacked your lips away from her glistening breast as your feverish lips pressed to her cheek in assurance, knowing that she was vocal during sex as you could see now, yet not one to talk to convey her feelings. Your lips continued to work along her exposed throat, feeling her whimpers and whines vibrate against your lips with each kiss you planted to her neck.

“I love you too..”

Almost in the blink of an eye, it wasn’t long before her hips jerked in the burn of your fingers stretching her open, stuttering against you inside her. The steady pace of your fingers slowly subsided to a stop as her juices spilled to decorate your fingers, heavy drawn out breaths ringing in your ears as Mizu clung to you for dear life upon reaching her climax.

Wordlessly, she dragged you on top of her as she held you tight to her chest, the same guarded embrace which she always fell asleep to you with as her eyes grew heavy from the exhaustion of your intense experience.

You gently brushed her hair out of her face at the sight of the feared samurai laying below you, open and willing to welcome you into her arms as a rare sight. About to nearly fall asleep in your arms, you recalled how greatful you were to have her in your life, embracing her with all your heart. Whatever she wanted, whatever you wanted in your life amidst the darkness and ache stabbed into this world, the thick aftermath lingering in the air proved that all you needed was each other.

Truly, you believed that the gods were in your favor, as Mizu was a blessing you couldn’t forsake.

A/N: OKAY I WAS SUPPOSED TO POST YESTERDAY BUT IT GOT LATE AND I FELL ASLEEO BEFORE I COULD WRITE THE SECOND HALF HOLY SHIT anywayyyy I like how this one turned out yippee

@fairexy78 eat now dinner’s ready

Yippee I might post again later today or double post Saturday and Sunday if I’m up to it because I planned to post this yesterday and another fic today omg

[shroomyv]

ᢉ𐭩-GOOD BOYS [4]

Pairing: mark grayson x sinister mark x Mohawk mark x viltrumite mark x F!reader

Synopsis: continuation of pt 3. You have pure chaos going on in your home with these marks that you barely know…maybe 1 on 1 will have you get even a slight grasp of how they work

W.C: 5.6k (HOLY SHITTTT)

Warnings: continuation of my last parts (if you don’t read those parts this shit WILL NOT make sense), biting, mentions of bruises and scars, piercing mentions, lots of swearing/bickering, a buncha quickys, corny dialogue, story seems to be all over the place (sorry 😕) also not proof read

A/N (there’s alot): HOLY FUCKING SHIT BRUH. I’ve been so fucking busy I haven’t even been able to write shit I wrote this in two hours while struggling and trying to really get their personality’s written good. Literally banging my head against a wall. Anyway, thank you all for all the fucking support on my post and this series and I hope this part won’t make you absolutely hate it and me. I literally went back and removed major chunks from the story and rewrote atleast 7 parts/srs. Please enjoy this and if not just tell me if it sucks lmao.

You woke up sweaty as hell—regaining your senses all at once. It smelled like food was burning, fog was coming from the bottom of your room's bathroom door, and you felt pressed down into the bed. Way too much was going on and you had to regain order in your house.

You looked down to see what this weight was on top of you and it was viltrumite mark. You shook him trying to get him off of you.

“Hey…get up…” you said in a groggy tone as he just ignored you holding onto you tighter. You pushed yourself up as best as you could against his tight hold—you felt like you were gonna fucking pop.

“Let go you…” you squirmed more and more until you eventually had enough—pinching his torso. As soon as he dropped you—you booked it to the next issue at hand. You ran to the kitchen seeing your mark and sinister mark arguing while the food was fucking burning.

“Have you two lost your damn minds!” You had just woken up and already had to deal with bullshit. You almost grabbed a hot pan without a mit—you were going nuts as you put out the fire as best as you could. You were dashing toward each issue since they clearly didn’t know how to act like adults.

One more fucking issue to deal with—Mohawk Mark was in your bathroom using up your water. You eventually got the door down seeing him cutting the sides of his hair again. You wanted to be mad at him but he was the only one actually doing…good?

“What…what are you doing.” You asked a question you already had an answer to just wanting to start a conversation with him as you walked into the bathroom closer to him.

“Cutting my hair duh—finally woke up I see.” He said in a cocky tone as he was trying his best to focus on his hair.

“Here…Gimmie-“You snatched the clippers from his hand as he looked annoyed. You just pushed him down onto the toilet seat having him sit still while you reshaved his sides. He’d never admit it but he was thankful for the help.

“Better not be fucking up my hair.” He scowled out as he was nervous. He hadn’t had anyone else do this for him he’d always do it himself.

“Hey, relax I know what I’m doing jackass” you snapped back at him as he was honestly impressed by your quick comeback. You eventually finished before pulling him up so he could look in the mirror.

“So…what are we thinking?” You asked with a slight excitement in your voice—you honestly impressed yourself with your work.

“Honestly…I’m thinking it’s fucking amazing.” He said before putting his hand on your hair messing it up. He was grateful for your help but he was still gonna be an asshole from time to time. You tried to act annoyed but honestly just smiled at his antics.

“So…what can I do to repay you?” He asked before leaning down closer to you. His face was practically an inch away from yours as he was messing with you. You genuinely didn’t respect him of all people to want to repay you, you didn’t mind it of course it was just out of the blue.

“You can clean my fucking house with the rest of them!” You said with a smile on your face but you were dead serious. He clearly looked against that idea so he just suggested something else.

“I got a better idea.” He wasted no time picking you up and putting you on the sink counter. Before you could even question what the hell he was about to do—his lips locked onto yours wasting no time. You usually tried to stay stern on your words, you wanted to stay strict to see stuff get done.

However, you couldn’t deny such a repayment. As long as he made it quick of course.

“Why in here…” you asked pressing your hands against his chest to have him pause for a second

“Duh—cus I’m selfish and don’t wanna fucking share right now. You go all coma mode when we fuck your brains out.” He said quickly before locking his lips against yours quickly.

He scooped you up from the counter and slammed your back against the wall. You honestly weren’t even mad at his answer. However, you had to get shit in order around the house so you had to be quick with the selfish boy.

“Hey, don’t stick anything in me. Don’t have enough time right now.” You said as you stared him down

“Mhm…yeah…” he said in a sarcastic tone. He wasn’t listening in the slightest. Your back went from slammed against the wall to right back on the counter again. Eventually, he sat down on the toilet seat ripping at your shirt.

You stood right in between his legs just letting it happen. He finally tore off the shirt getting to your breast as he cupped them in an instant. His fingers flicked over your nipples as you leaned into the middle of his legs more. You were honestly having a change of heart about things being put in you once you saw that bulge in his wear.

He leaned in kissing you before pulling you on his lap. He held you tightly not wanting to let go for a fucking second as your fingers flicked at the nipple piercings on his chest.

“Guess we’re both into nips ehhh-“ he said in a smug tone before he gave you a nasty grin. You just rolled your eyes before going back to kissing him.

The deeper the kisses got and the more you flicked at each other's chest—the more you had a change in heart. You broke the kiss as he looked confused.

“Fuck…gimmie a second to think.” You said in a breathy tone. You looked absolutely red thinking about whether or not you could get a quickly in with him before going back to get control of your house again.

“What…?” He asked in an impatient tone before biting at your neck. He was hungry for you and you were trying to put that on hold. He popped your ass before grabbing a handful—he just loved grabbing anything on you. An absolutely touchy bastard. It snapped you back to your senses before you finally spewed out a response.

“Let’s go quick—but I’m on top and riding. Hurry up.” You said as quickly as you could before hopping off his lap to get your panties off.

For a second he was stunned at the sudden change of heart but he wasn’t about to deny this offer.

“Aye-aye captain.” He chuckled before getting ready for action.

He stood up kicking off his underwear as fast as he could before you two stared at each other for a second.

You were finally able to take in his full appearance since you didn’t have to focus on other marks as well. His arms had scars on them from fights, his nipples were pierced and hard, and he had a silver frenum piercing on his cock.

You were intrigued, you hadn’t even pictured anyone—let alone a version of your boyfriend pierced up like this.

He had enough of waiting as he grabbed you up by your waist pulling you back on his thigh.

“You gonna keep staring or are you gonna start riding.” He said eyeing you down as if he wasn’t getting a peep show out of you as well.

You rolled your eyes before responding “You’re very impatient—maybe I should call you impatient Mark.”

You said as you began to lift yourself holding onto his cock to ready yourself for riding. You slid down slowly as your face leaned into his neck and fingers dug into his shoulders. His arms wrapped around your back rubbing at your soft skin as best as he could. He was gonna savor every fucking second of having you to himself.

“Alright…laying out some ground rules here-“ you tried to speak before you were cut off

“There are no rules to riding! You move super fast and I cum super fucking hard.” Mohawk Mark spewed out before he popped your ass.

He was acting all needy. You’d edge him if you weren’t in a rush to deal with more bullshit…so, you got to work pulling yourself up and down.

“Fuck- that’s good.” He huffed out squeezing at you tighter. You just smiled knowing you were doing well and picked up your pace a bit more.

He grabbed at one of your thighs squeezing it hard like dough. You felt a moan slip from your mouth as you kept speeding up the process.

“Mother…fucker…” you said in between huffs. You were doing as best as you could not wasting a single second. You didn’t even wanna blink—you enjoyed the look on Mohawk Mark's face too much, he was biting his lip and trying to focus on not cumming too quickly.

You kept one hand on his shoulder and moved the other hand to his nipple flicking at it softly.

“You…better fucking-“ he was trying to get your grubby little hands away from his chest but you didn’t care.

You softly rubbed at his nipple being careful not to hurt him or both his piercing. He couldn’t keep his fucking mouth shut now

“Am I doing…ngh…doing good?” You asked choking up a bit on your moans. He just nodded yes as he kept whimpering and groaning.

You sped yourself up a bit more releasing his nipple to put your hands back on his shoulders for balance. Your ass and hips smacked against his cock and thigh as you two huffed out for air. He slapped your ass again—harder this time, he just couldn’t keep his hands to himself.

“Oh…oh fuck…” you were on edge—ready to cum at any second. You felt yourself tighten around him until you finally came. He wasn’t too far behind as he quickly came right after you.

You two were gasping for air—getting soft glances at each other with each chance you could get as he pulled you in for a kiss.

“Mhm…one more round?” He asked in a persuasive tone.

You grabbed his face smushing his cheeks together as you slid yourself off of his cock. Cum leaking from your pussy onto his thigh as you two looked at the mess before you spoke.

“As much as I’d like that—I said one and done.” You were amused by how needy he was. You gave him his little selfish moment but now time was up for it. You grabbed a rag cleaning off his thigh and cleaning your pussy before sliding back into your underwear and putting on a robe.

You two were about to leave the bathroom but before you opened the door—you slapped him on the ass.

“Hey!-“ he snarled out as he glared at you.

“Don’t hey me…you did it the entire time we fucked.” He knew you were right. He just curled his lips up in annoyance.

“If you wanna start again I’m thinking we do one more. This time with you bent over the counter and I just fuck the absolute shit out of you?” He said with a grin as he moved his hand as fast as he could popping your ass harder than you did him.

You yelped a bit before snapping back at him.

“Listen here…I’ll take you up on your offer some other time but you had your fun—and stop slapping my ass before it fucking bruises!” You shouted at him as he just kept smiling deviously.

“What if I want it to bruise.” He said in a snarky tone kissing you as you just rolled your eyes before turning back to the door.

Honestly you wanted to take him up on his offer—you knew you still had a bunch more rounds in you and honestly wanted to mess around with him and those piercings a bit more. Sadly you had to get control back of your house so you had to turn it down.

Once you opened that door—you were greeted by the other 3 variants as they immediately grabbed you up.

“Seriously! He got alone time with you that’s not fair” Your mark shook you trying to get answers before viltrumite mark added on.

“It wasn’t even just alone time!!! He got to fuck you by himself” viltrumite mark said angrily as he was shooting death glares at Mohawk Mark.

“That selfish fuck-“ sinister mark said as he kept poking your forehead.

Mohawk Mark just laughed enjoying the chaos he didn’t even mean to start. You finally had enough putting your powers to use.

“Sit.” You commanded as they all sat before you. Your arms were crossed and you were angry.

“I woke up to an absolutely dirty house, pure chaos, and bickering. And you expected me to reward it with kisses, hugs, sex, and approval?” You snapped at them with crossed arms.

“Well…yes actually!” Sinister Mark said in a prideful voice. He was not the brightest. You kicked him over—pressing your foot into his back as you glared at all of them.

“Clean my fucking house…now.” You said in an absolutely furious tone before moving your foot off of sinister Mark's back. They got up with low-hanging heads as they went to go clean. Everyone besides Mohawk Mark—he hugged your waist softly as he leaned his head into your neck.

“So…since they’re cleaning the mess they made…I’m thinking me and you do something?” He suggested softly as he kissed your neck.

“You go clean to…” you said before flicking his forehead. He was a bit annoyed as he walked off grumbling to join the others.

You needed to clear your head—figure something out. You ran yourself a bath soaking yourself in the water as you closed your eyes. You were wondering if you made the right choice…the variants clearly couldn’t cook, clean, or share. You and your mark were the main ones doing that—and even then, your mark would lose his temper and argue or squabble with them.

You hoped this wouldn’t backfire on you at all. You were angry but still had faith. You opened your eyes after recollecting yourself. You almost had a fucking heart attack—jolting up as you saw that viltrumite mark sitting in the bathroom beside the tub.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN HERE.” You screamed out in disbelief and a hint of fear as your back was against the wall of the bath.

“Oh well…we finished cleaning so we just wanted to see what you were doing.” Viltrumite Mark answered with a smile on his face as he stayed seated on the ground.

Your mark quickly came dashing into the bathroom as he looked annoyed at them and how they were acting. He smiled at you awkwardly before speaking.

“I uh…I told them to stay out…and stuff. I’m sorry babe-“ he said with an embarrassed smile.

He was ready to grab them up and drag him out until you raised your hand.

“It’s uh…it’s ok I guess? It’s just him…can you keep an eye on the other ones for me please?” You asked him in a desperate tone—Mohawk and sinister were honestly the most chaotic and you knew you couldn’t leave them alone without some sort of authority. Mark just nodded before closing the door and leaving back out.

You just huffed before sliding back down into the water. Great—you had company now. It was like every time you blinked he got closer and closer and closer until he was finally laid against the tub abutment.

You sighed before speaking to him.

“What do you want…”

He looked up at you with a small grin.

“To take a bath with you.” He said in an absolutely needy tone as he waited for your approval.

You just huffed before kissing his forehead. Your hand moved in a motion to tell him to get in. He slipped off his uniform as best as he could—even folding it and sitting it on the counter before leaping into the tub with you.

Your hair was now soaked and the floor was covered in water. He sat across from you with a smile on his face.

“You like baths don’t you…” you waited for an answer as you tried to start some small talk with him.

“Oh well yes, cleanliness is important in my world.” He said with his head raised a little bit as if he just told you some rare fun fact.

You just gave him a warm smile before you sat on the tub abutment—grabbed a shampoo bottle and began lathering it on his head. He leaned into your hands more letting out little small whimpers as he was pleased.

“You ok?” You asked in an intrigued tone as he just nodded yes. He was clearly fucking touch-starved.

His face moved closer and closer to your legs as he laid his face in between your thighs while you washed his hair. You were amused by his behavior—how were you supposed to believe this man of all people was not only a murderer but one of the strongest people (if not the strongest) in his world? He was melting just by your hands rubbing at his head.

You rinsed his hair—smiling as he looked like a little wet cat.

“What is so funny—I don’t get it?” He asked in a serious tone as he genuinely didn’t understand what you were laughing at. He started to wonder if he had done something or if there was something on his face.

“Relax…you just looked cute that was all.” You said with a smile on your face kissing his softly. You grabbed a rag washing his skin as gently as you could. You noticed he had lashes and scars on his back that were healed over. You assumed it was from the viltrumite empire—your mark told you how brutal they could be. You were kind of pissed that they would even do that to anyone but you kept it inside.

You finally finished washing him—you felt accomplished at your work as you got ready to wash yourself. He snagged you up pulling you into his lap and snatching the rag.

“I want to bathe you—you washed me it’s only fair I wash you.” He said in a possessive tone as one of his hands stayed wrapped around your torso to keep you still. You already knew he wasn’t taking no for an answer in this situation. You just kissed him softly giving him the ok to wash you.

He moved fast—scrubbing at you rough until you grabbed his hand.

“Jeez, slow down, there’s no need to rush…I’m not a viltrumite my skin isn’t diamond. Just go softly.” You redirected him as he just did as he was told.

You were starting to get a grasp on every one of the mark's personalities besides sinister. You had to get some time alone with him eventually—before you could start thinking of how to viltrumite mark had finished.

“Done ma'am,” he said with a grin across his face.

“You can just call me ‘y/n’” you said gently as he got out of the tub and quickly helped you right after.

“Yes ma'am, I mean, ‘Y/N’” he said in an attentive tone as you just laughed.

You wrapped yourself in a towel as he did the same. You grabbed the blow dryer—drying his hair then yours. That boy stayed latched to you—holding onto your waist for dear life as he kissed your neck softly.

Eventually, you finished blowing and drying your hair and got him off of you. He tried to put back on his dirty uniform before you stopped him.

“Ah ah! What the hell are you doing that’s dirty-“ you exclaimed before snatching it from him.

“It’s disrespectful to wear any other attire besides my uniform—plus, I just don’t wanna wear anything but my uniform.” He said as he tried to snatch it back from you. You two were pulling and snatching at the uniform now until it ripped.

“Fuck.” You said in a nervous tone as you saw his face grow a frown. He held onto his uniform as you rubbed your neck.

You left the bathroom—going through Mark's shirt drawer and grabbing up a shirt, some pants, and boxers as quickly as you could. You then dashed to get your needle and thread as you sat on your bed.

You sewed a viltrumite logo into the shirt, pants, and underwear as quickly as you could before you called him into your room.

“Uh, viltrumite mark-“ you called out as you saw him walk out of the bathroom with his head hung low. You smiled at him as you were getting dressed yourself.

“Found those in my marks drawer, I think you’d like them more than he would?” You said in a sure tone as you were slipping on your own shirt and pants.

“I told you already I’m not wearing anything other than my- UNIFORM!” His voice went from disappointment to excitement seeing the logo on the clothes he slipped into them as quickly as he could before he snatched you up.

“Oh-“ you said in a surprised tone as he hugged you tightly. He would not let go…he was like a mouse trap to you.

Once you finally got him off your waist he just latched onto your thigh. It was like you were walking with so much extra weight added on—you just wanted to get through the halls. You finally made it to the living room with viltrumite mark still latched onto you as you and Sinister Mark's eyes met.

“You…” you said in a focused tone—you had to get a good grasp on his personality and how he worked just like you did with the others a bit.

“You…” sinister Mark mocked you as Mohawk Mark laughed at his behavior. Your mark just shook his head in disbelief at them before they turned back to the tv

Your mark came over to you kissing you on the cheek.

“See you got some carry-on.” He joked as he was talking about viltrumite mark latching onto you. You just gave him a look of desperation as he laughed before pulling Viltrumite mark off of you.

“He’s more clingy than you some fucking how.” You said with a huff as you looked at your mark.

“Not possible.” He joked before hugging you softly. He missed having you in his arms.

You were clean, your house was clean, and you had 3 versions of your boyfriend in your house.

You plopped down on the couch preparing to plot on sinister Mark and get a scope on his personality.

“Wanna take a bath…” you asked him warmly waiting to see if he said yes

“No” he wasted no time responding no—it was gonna be a long day for you.

“Wanna play the game?”

“No”

“Wanna go outside?”

“No”

“Do you wanna cook?”

“Hell no-“

You were getting fed up, everything was a no.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO THEN!” You shouted out in an annoyed tone waiting to see what he suggested

“Fuck.” He just said it flat out as he gave you an absolutely disgusting smile.

“No…” you replied in a fed-up tone—out of everything you could do that’s all he wanted to do.

“Well, I guess we aren’t doing jack shit.” He said with a smirk before turning back to the TV.

You were absolutely fed up—he was being a little asshole and all you wanted to do was attempt to get to know him more. You were about to leap onto him and fight him till your mark grabbed you up.

“Babe…” he said giving you a disapproving look before letting you go.

“What, he’s basically fucking asking for it…” you scowled out. You were pissed. You just went to the bathroom again making yourself look presentable before walking back out.

You got ready to slide on your shoes as sinister Mark heard your footsteps reach the door. He wanted to know what you were planning on doing.

“Where are you going.” Sinister Mark asked as he stood over you.

“Oh so now you’re interested…” you snapped back as the other marks watched you two argue.

“Never said that—I just asked where you were going.” Sinister Mark said as he leaned down closer to you—your eyes were basically beaming into each other.

“To mind my fucking business…” you said in a stern tone as you stood up. Both of you stared each other down as you stood up. You weren’t afraid of him… at least that’s what you told yourself so you wouldn’t fucking pass out.

Everyone was silent—the only sound that could be heard was the TV. As soon as you reached for the door handle sinister Mark tripped you before grabbing you up.

“Hey!-“ your mark shouted out ready to come to your defense if needed.

“Shut up…” sinister mark snapped back at your mark before rushing to the couch. He laid out on it first before laying right on top of you. You felt out of air almost instantly not able to move. He just ignored you trying to get you to hush up so he could watch TV.

“HEY!- GET OFF!” You shouted as he just ignored you turning up the TV so you couldn’t be heard.

Mohawk Mark laughed at him being an asshole as he was honestly impressed he still had enough balls to do that. You were kicking and trying to push up as best as you could but literally couldn’t.

“HELP!-“ you shouted out for your mark's help—he got close to you getting ready to pull off sinister mark before he realized something.

This was the calmest he had been—ever…

Maybe it wasn’t so bad leaving you there…your mark tapped viltrumite mark and Mohawk mark forcing them to get up and follow you.

“Sorry babe…gotta run errands.” Your mark said choking up a bit as he tried to hold in his laugh

“You mother fucker…you better not-“Before you could even try and stop him they were out of the door. Fuck.

Sinister Mark just laughed at your poor efforts before flicking through movies.

“Wanna watch this?” Sinister Mark asked as if he was being generous to you.

“No.” You said in an annoyed and exhausted tone still trying to push yourself free.

“Well, that’s too fucking bad.” Sinister Mark said before he put on the movie he wanted to watch. You were absolutely annoyed.

Your face smushed between his chest and the couch cushions. His hand with to your head stroking your hair—he was an absolute tease. He knew you couldn’t move from under him at all and was using it to his advantage.

Eventually you two both just started watching the movie together. You just laid under him like he had you until another movie flicked on.

Your attention was still on the next movie but his no longer was. His attention was now on you. His hands snaked up your shirt to your breast as he cupped them.

“Warm.” He said in a carefree way as he had your attention now.

“Hey, asshole…I thought we were watching a movie.” You said in an annoyed tone. He knew you couldn’t move free and now he was using it to be a perv.

“Relax…I can do both.” He lied straight through his teeth as he sucked on your neck harshly.

He kept feeling at your breast—you started to feel yourself getting a bit bothered. He kissed you roughly on your cheek and neck. As you leaned into it until you remembered you weren’t supposed to be giving in to what he wanted.

“Hey-“ you said to him trying to get him to cut it out a bit before you fell in deeper. It was such a horrible attempt you didn’t even want him to actually stop.

“Relax…keep watching the movie.” He said as he kept sucking at your neck harsher and harder. You felt a moan slip from your lips as he smiled.

His hands snaked to your pants slowly pulling them off as you just let it happen. You were flipped onto your back as he rose up.

“I just wanna make it known…” sinister Mark said with a smirk before he pulled off his pants and boxers as fast as he could. You just rolled your eyes knowing he won again.

“You could’ve got up wayyyy after they left, I haven’t been pressing my full weight on you or pressing on you at all since the first movie started.” He said with an absolutely pleased smile on his face. He folded your legs up putting you into a mating press position as he smiled.

“Well I didn’t know that-“ you tried to bicker back before he cut you off

“Oh, you absolutely knew.” He snapped back before rubbing his dick against your pussy.

He was teasing you as you were trying your best not to squirm. You just wanted him to hurry up and put it in but just like Mohawk Mark—he was savoring his time being selfish with you.

“GET ON WITH- NGH!-“As soon as you screamed out at him to hurry up he pushed himself in.

“God…so needy.” Sinister Mark said in an annoyed tone as he kept your legs held up as best as he could.

He wasted no time…he was aggressive and fast. He popped into you like a madman not letting up for a single second in his pace.

“Yknow…Ngh…maybe you could get me back..mphm, to my universe..huff…and I could take you there and spoil you rotten Ngh.” Sinister Mark said in a breathy tone. He was trying to persuade you to come home with him…he wanted you all to himself.

“Ngh…no…mphm..thanks for the…offer…” you huffed out in between moans struggling to keep your composure. That man was efficient in his work.

“I wasn’t asking..” he said in a possessive tone as he just started fapping into you harder.

God dammit- you set yourself up with this one. You’d have to deal with that shit later because you were pressed down and getting fucked into your own couch.

You took in his appearance while you had the chance and he was clean just like your mark. Not a scar in sight like on Mohawk mark or Viltrumite mark. You tried to find anything that set him apart from your mark (besides personality clearly)

Your hand shot up to his face as best as it could as it felt around for anything

“Cut it out.” He scowled out as you finally noticed it. He had absolutely sharp canines. Your hand shot into his mouth practically fingering it till he moved it aside

“QUIT!-“ he shouted out breathily as he kept fapping into you harder. You were making it hard for him to focus on his movie. He was such a fucking asshole.

“F…fuck” you moaned out snaking your arm up to his face. He was too distracted looking back and forth at the TV and back to you to see your hand snake up.

You grabbed his neck pulling him in deep for a kiss as you came hard. He fapped into you as deeply as he could one last time before cumming right after you. You two lay on the couch huffing. His head went to yours pressing his forehead against yours.

“I gotta get you home with me…” he whispered as he licked your face as if he was some kind of dog or something trying to taste you.

You just squirmed as you didn’t know how to feel—you didn’t know whether or not you liked it or felt disgusted by his behavior. This was him trying to show some sort of horrible ass affection to you and he wanted to keep going.

Before he could lean in to kiss you again the other marks returned from wherever the hell they went as they stared at you two.

“You mother fucker, you stole my whole flow—I did it first.” Mohawk Mark said in an annoyed tone at sinister mark.

“On the couch… c'mon…” your mark complained as clearly everyone else was getting fucked but him today. (You’d have to fix that later.)

“Selfish.” Viltrumite Mark was being an absolute hypocrite but he didn’t give a damn.

You just looked absolutely bashful and sinister Mark didn’t give a fuck. He was still inside of you—getting out as much cum as he could into you until you slapped his thigh for him to pull out.

He did…reluctantly as he stared at you with a smirk.

“Fucked up your couch…but you can clean that up right?” He said as he pulled himself out of you watching as the cum seeped from your pussy onto your sofa. He gave you an absolutely nasty cream pie before kicking on his underwear and pants and just went back to watching TV as if none of it had happened. You just leaned your head back in embarrassment and exhaustion.

You finally had a grasp on all of their personality’s…

Mohawk Mark was selfish, impatient, and a little sarcastic jackass who didn’t know when to stop. Also was probably the one with the most interesting appearance from top to bottom.

Viltrumite Mark was a clingy and touch-deprived little thing who didn’t know how to be gentle unless you told him to.

And sinister Mark was an absolute asshole who was absolutely possessive. He didn’t give a fuck about what anyone said or felt about him.

One thing they all had in common (even your mark) was being a selfish little fuck. None of them wanted to share and that wasn’t something you could just teach. You just brought your hands to your face before pulling it down.

You had one hell of a time awaiting you—but you were up for it. Once you finally got up from this couch of course.

[tiramissyoucake]

dilf omnimark as your friends dad.. basically omni man but mark ver. teehee <3

Ooohhh.... divorced and strict and straight no-nonsense. Here's a blurb !

The first time your friend introduces you, you thought you were being pranked. The familiar face of Omni-man's famous descendant greeting you and letting you in with a warning to not make a mess, how could you NOT think it was a prank?

"You didn't say your dad was a superhero?!" You whispered harshly while flipping through course material slides, in your peripheral vision you could see the victim of your gossip passively preparing something in a mug for himself.

"Doesn't that kinda beat the point of a secret identity?" Your friend rolled their eyes at you. "Now lock in, we have a midterm in 2 days."

You couldn't. You felt staring at your back whenever you tried to retain any information for your midterm, and you needed to pass this course. You were lucky your friend was there to quiz you and remind you of important things that are guaranteed to appear in the exam, otherwise you would've been worried about the powerhouse that was preparing lunch.

Your friend must have done something right because you got a clean 26/30 in the midterm, and they oh-so-graciously offered for you to come over again to study and work on your projects repeatedly.

"Seriously?" You asked while slipping your laptop back in your bag. "Won't your dad mind? I feel like I've been coming over a lot."

"My dad doesn't care." They shrugged, smiling at you. "Seriously, I got a full mark in the mid term! Studying with you helps me revise. And no offense, your dorm room is depressing."

You let out a distraught gasp as you look up at them. "Rude! I open my door to you and you besmirch my home?!"

"You're not using that word right, idiot." They grinned, wincing when your fist made contact with their shoulder.

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"(Name), what a surprise." Your friend's father greeted as he stepped in from the front door. "I see you're more comfortable bringing your friends around."

Your friend rolled their eyes. "We're just revising, y'know most dads would be happy their kids are bringing their friends over to study."

You heard him scoff, not taking offense, apparently. You winced when he turned to look around tou. "... thanks for having me, Mr. Grayson..!"

"I told you to call me Mark, you're always welcome." A sheepish smile made its way to your face, nodding in acknowledgement as you glanced back down at the material.

"Ignore him, he's trying to be all 'I'm the alpha male' of the house." Your friend rolled their eyes as you laughed, refocusing on the content of the slides although it's hard when you can hear him move about.

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You hurried upstairs as you followed your friend's instructions, second door on the left. You think you've been here enough to remember where the bathroom was, but clearly not. You didn't feel the need to lock the door as you finished up and washed your hands, taking a minute to adjust your appearance.

You jumped hearing the bathroom clack open. "Ignore me, I need some soap." Mark, and he thought you were your friend.

He only noticed you when he had to stop right before the sink you stood at, looking up at you with a surprised but not shocked look. He was bare save for a towel around his waist. Water dripped down his damp hair and body. "... oh.. you didn't lock the door."

You found your voice again, moving past him to the door. "S-sorry! I'll leave you be!!" Your hand opened the door only for it to smack back shut as his palm pushed it back to its place. "What's the rush? I won't bite."

Your heart soared to your throat as you felt his naked body press behind you, his hand caging yours. "Mr. Grayson...?" You tried to look up, shivering as his head peaked into your peripheral vision.

"I thought I told you to call me Mark, sweetheart." He murmured, taking a short whiff from you, his other hand coming up your waist, this felt so sudden, you knew he stared at you sometimes but you assumed he was just wary.

"You're shaking." He noted with a smile, lips trailing up your neck. "Do I scare you?"

You shook your head, you didn't trust your voice to string words together. "I see the way you look at me, y'know?" He noted, his breath ghosting over your ear, his fingers wedged between yours.

You gasped as his hand trailed under your shirt, feeling your bare skin, he let out a small groan. "You think I don't notice those eyes following me around whenever I show up?" He let out a raspy laugh, his lips kissing the area between your neck and shoulder, moving up to your neck.

You bit your bottom lip as he pressed himself to your back, your face flushed as his naked chest was against your clothed back, you prayed that towel clung to his waist like a metal latch, you'd die if this escalated, you're on the verge of dying as he pressed you to the wood of the door.

"(Name)! You okay? You've been in there a while!" Your heart beat faster now for an entirely different reason as your friend asked about you, actually came upstairs and knocked on the door and asked about you.

Mark watching you glance back at him, he put a finger up against his lips, shushing you quietly but you knew what it meant.

"Y-yeah! I'm okay!" His hand lowered, back on your body as it trailed over your hips. "I just... feel a little sick, I think it was the sandwich from that cafe..!"

Mark smiled, chuckling and biting your neck gently. "... well, okay- take it easy, alright? I'll get some water for you downstairs."

"That'd be great, thanks...! Be down soon..!" You responded, withholding any voice cracks as Mark continued to kiss and bite.

"Lying? That's naughty, baby..." he mumbled, turning your jaw so you'd look at him. "But I'm no better now, am I?"

As his hand trailed up further and his lips coated more kisses on you, you had a feeling you'd be coming to your friend's house more often.

[spooklies]

✧˖*°࿐ Cherry Bite!

variants from across space and time strike up a deal with a man who claims to control it. their reward? you, the eye of their obsession and the one treasure they'd lost once before but vow to never let go again.

Meet - needy mark variant who had wanted nothing more than to be your good boy <3

— part one, full-mask

✧･ﾟMINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DNI

Needy Mark Variant who in his universe praised the very ground you walked on, compliments frequently rolling off his tongue and into your mouth as he sucked you in more than he did air.

Needy Mark Variant who would do anything you asked him to without a moments notice. Sometimes even performing random acts of love if only to earn your praise.

Needy Mark Variant who would do whatever it takes to get you to call him your good boy. His face nudged against your palm as he looked up at you with sad pathetic eyes, urging you to praise him for a job well done with whatever it was he'd just done for you.

Needy Mark Variant whose pupils begin to dilate when he sees you wearing nothing but his shirt and a pair of panties, his hands roaming your body and touching you in all the right places that makes the fabric of your underwear damp with need.

Needy Mark Variant whose on his knees, face pressed against your cunt as he presses the flat of his tongue against your puffy clit, repeatedly licking stripes into your slit all the while doing his best not to cum right then and there.

Needy Mark Variant who sometimes needs to be punished for not listening, his hair getting pulled with a hiss as you try to get him to stop licking and sucking at your cunt after you just came all over his face, his chin dripping with your juices as you see just how drunk he got off of servicing you like the good boy he is.

Needy Mark Variant who you make whimper and moan beneath you, your hand stroking his aching cock in a painfully slow rhythm that has him attempting to buck his hips to try and gain more friction. Please. Please. Please! Slurred out from him as he grips the sheets, his eyes practically rolled to the back of his head as he pants and follows your every stroke with his hips.

Needy Mark Variant who isn't allowed to cum unless you allow him to, and once you do he's shooting ropes onto himself, the head of his cock twitching against his stomach after you let go. Once he's caught his breath your hand returns to his shaft and you begin pumping him until he's a muttering mess, complaining about how sensitive he is, and how he thinks he might die if you keep going.

Needy Mark Variant who easily gets hard again but this time he can hardly think passed the haze in his fucked out mind, his body moving purely on instinct as he lets you take the reins from him <3

Needy Mark Variant who wanted nothing more than to propose to you. that empty spot on your ring finger a reminder that you weren't his just yet - at least not in a way that would keep others away from you.

Needy Mark Variant who flew you to paris, the city of love, and had prepared a grand gesture in order to impress you. he had made sure everything would be perfect, from the music, the food, and even the weather too.

Needy Mark Variant who had just gotten down on one knee, his hand reaching into his pocket for the small box as he ignored all else around him and focused entirely on you - your mouth covered by your hands in shock as he admired the way your eyes twinkled with excitement.

Needy Mark Variant who had just opened his mouth to say the words right as the front half of his person was doused with your blood, his shellshocked expression frozen in place as his mind stuttered to catch up with what had just happened.

Needy Mark Variant who felt something snap inside him that day. he hadn't bothered to hear the viltrumite woman out after she'd killed the one thing that mattered to him. he'd made sure to drag out her demise, to make it as painful as possible if only to stop the aching emptiness her action had left inside him.

Needy Mark Variant that fell into a deep depression after your death. he was lost, set on a path without proper direction as he felt forced to navigate towards a destination with no real purpose left for him.

Needy Mark Variant who died that day with you. he stopped going out as invincible, didn't bother helping the GDA or GOTG whenever they called, and instead spent his time doing nothing but exist.

Needy Mark Variant who spent a year following the same routine until one day his saving grace finally arrived. An offer, one he was readily agreeing with before the man could finish what he'd have to do in return.

Needy Mark Variant who needed you more than he needed air.

Needy Mark Variant who found a new purpose in life, and once more it happened to be you <3

[tiramissyoucake]

Shitpost word vomit, wrote this half asleep. Mark being a thinly-veiled freak, straight sucking fingers, non gender specific reader

The moment your finger was within vicinity of his lips he parted them instinctively, clammy hands scrambling to hold your wrist as he kissed your finger pad gently at first, his tongue prodding out at your fingertip coating it in a thin layer of his saliva before eventually trapping your finger between his lips.

You would've reeled back had he not held your hand like it was the holy grail, swirling his tongue around your fingertip like the sweetest honey, his tongue gently pushed your finger left and right in his mouth, ocassionally suckling with a few muffled whines. Mark tried to keep his eyes shut, feeling the warmth crawl onto his cheeks. He'd take the humiliation if it meant getting to taste you in any way possible.

Little whimpers and hums leaked past his lips as he suckled and licked yet he couldn't resist not taking small glances at you, that expression of disbelief, like your sweet nerdy friend was some whore just by licking your fingers, he almost moaned.

Suckling softly, he finally parted with a small satisfied pant, the string of saliva between his lips and your fingertips breaking quickly as he sat back, both embarassed and proud of himself seeing his spit coat your fingers the same way it coated his lips in a translucent shine.

"... I asked if you had a napkin." You mumbled with a dumbfounded expression, the cheese that coated your finger from the shared cheesy fries sitting in the paper plate now gone, he pouted, eyebrows furrowed as if offended that you expressed anything but gratitude.

"Don't you think my solution was more practical..?"

"No, I still need a napkin."

[tiramissyoucake]

Cw very manipulative and kind of dub-con, sinister Mark being eeewwww!!!

Thinking of Sinister Mark and how he turned from a sweet guy to an arrogant jerk after getting his powers, you were his close friend, the kindest and sweetest to him— there was no one else but you for him.

After getting his powers, he started seeing himself as... above everyone else, and eventually his father. That arrogance carried over when he argued with you over the nature of his actions, you tell him he's hurting people, he spouts out that he doesn't care and that they're collateral damage.

You really thought you could lower him from the pedestal he put himself on, until he squeezed your throat after getting sick of your lectures.

"Listen carefully." He shuddered out, restraining his anger as his breath fanned over your face, you thought he was gonna bite your lips off. "You're my best friend and I kept you around because I like you. But you don't get to tell me how to act, not mom, not dad, not Cecil, not whatever junior heroes team. No one tells me what to do."

Your hands clawing at his wrists reminds him of a helpless kitten that thought it could scare off people by hissing too loud, it was pathetic. "Anytime you raise your voice at me, remember that I can snap your neck just like that." He grinned, black goggles glinting as he leaned closer. "Y'know what? I should just make you my pet. It's what dad called mom, and as much as I think the man's fucking senile; he's right."

From that day onwards, he'd break into your home whenever he wanted to be near you, clenching your jaw to kiss you before dropping his head on your lap, expecting you to run your hand through his hair and comfort him, provide warmth after splashes of blood cooled his skin.

God help you if he's in one of his moods, almost crushing you in his grip, manhandling you to his desires, open-mouthed kisses with his tongue suffocating you as he murmurs complaints.

"This city's a damn headache." He pants against your lips, a hand tugging your hair back to crane your neck, practically pressing his face to yours with sloppy, needy kisses. "I should just kill everyone, then we can fuck on their graves." This Mark's smile always showed his gums, like he was having the time of his life.

It was up to you to calm him down, reciprocate as sweetly as you can mumbling "it's not worth it." And "You're better than that.", and he'd eat up every little word, you forced yourself to trust your own words, otherwise you'd spiral into madness.

[tiramissyoucake]

Self indulgent post, Mark being down bad

You were thankful you decided to stay home today, the storm was unrelenting outside as rain pattered down against surfaces like bullets, thunder and lightening exploding amidst the wind and rain. As ominous as it was, taking safety measures and remaining inside comforted you, you followed procedure, anything else is out of your hands.

A warm mug next to you as your favorite blanket draped over your legs, your laptop dimly playing videos of varying types. Everything was fully charged, your phone next to you, quiet as a mouse. You weren't going to move for a while...

A knock on the front door quickly stopped your train of thought, all appreciation dissipating.

Holding back a groan, you got up from the couch, adjusting your clothes as you made a beeline for the door— peephole be damned, who's crazy enough to be out in this weather?

Swinging the door open, you look up to a messy head of sopping wet black hair. You almost didn't recognize Mark since his hair is always out of his face. His eyes were swollen, and his lips tugged into a cross between a frown and a pout. This is the first time you've seen him since your break-up about a month ago.

"... Mark?"

"... Hi." He sounded glad, like he didn't expect you to answer. "... c-can I come in? I just- I need to talk to you, like REALLY need to."

"No." Your answer may have been cold, but your relationship ended on bad terms. "Go home, it's thundering outside."

His heart plummeted to his stomach seeing you close the door, his hand quickly reaching out as well as his foot to keep it open. "Wait— please. (Name), hear me out. Just hear me out and I'll go, I swear." His voice almost cracked as he begged you.

"Mark, it's over. I gave you back all your stuff and deleted your number, just move on—"

"I can't." He whimpered, "please, don't make me do this— I can't find anyone else like you." He sighed, unsure if it was shaky from the cold or the sob bubbling in his throat. "Don't leave me, please- just hear me out."

You grimaced, the door opening further by his hand. "(Name), you don't have to respond now, but please just... don't do this." Mark approached you, clothes soaked through his coat and hands hesitant to touch you. "I-I can't stop thinking about you, please baby—"

You looked away, wincing at the nickname. "I told you not to call me that."

"I'll call you whatever you want— fuck, (name), please—" you heard a thud, glancing back to him you found him on his knees, his arms caging around your legs. "Don't leave me, please- need you so bad.." he sniffled, a choked sob escaping him.

His rambling continued as he rubbed his cheek against your body. You're now mortified as your hands on his shoulders to balance yourself. "Mark. Get up. My neighbours will see—"

"Let them, I don't care." He huffed, the tears and sobbing returning tenfold. "Just take me back— I-I'll be good, I promise." Mark looked up at you with glossy eyes, the pink undertones of his skin now more evident from both the cold and the crying. "Please baby, lemme be your good boy again..! I'll be the best, I promise. I love you so much..!"

Your other hand landed on his head by mistake, he almost moaned at the feeling of you touching him in a way that slightly resembled affection, leaning up to your hand. "I know deep down you still love me too.." he huffed, that sentence was such a gamble.

"Let me in, let me show you how much I love you." He kissed your body wherever he could reach, causing you to yelp. "Mark!! What the hell?! I'm serious! Stop it!"

With renewed vigour, he looked up at you. "I'll stop when you let me in... please, baby.. it's so cold outside..."