Lazy-ahh! Can I request Omni-Mark x male reader? đЎ
Like, what if Reader ENJOYS being Markâs pet? Sure, people on the outside would think itâs inhumane, believing Mark is a control freak who forced Reader into this, but theyâre wrong. Reader wanted this, to give up control because he loves being taken care of by Mark and lives for his praise. Mark knows whatâs best for him. Mark controls so many aspects of Readerâs life, even down to the simplest stuff, that it weirdly feels like safety and love in disguise.
The more I typed this out, the more I realized this is basically collaringâ. Which I meeeean đ If youâre okay with.
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pairing omni! mark grayson x male reader
theyâd call it toxic. you call it love. mark decides what you eat, what you wear, when you comeâand you wouldnât have it any other way. after all, who needs freedom when you have him?
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youâre kneeling at his feet when he gets home, just like he askedâknees pressed to the hardwood floor, hands resting limp on your thighs, head slightly bowed in submission. the wood is cool against your bare skin, a faint ache already settling in from staying so still, but you donât dare shift. you know better. mark likes you like this: pliant, quiet, his. the thought sends a shiver down your spine, warmth pooling low in your stomach.
the door clicks open, and your breath catches.
there he isâhair tousled from the wind, cheeks pink from the high-altitude chill, his superhero suit clinging to his frame in that way that makes your mouth water. his eyes find you instantly, dark and hungry, and your pulse jumps under your skin. heâs looking at me. only me. the possessiveness in his gaze makes your chest tighten, your fingers twitching with the urge to reach for him. but you stay put. good pets wait.
"good boy," he murmurs, voice rough like heâs been flying for hours, and the praise sinks into your bones, liquid heat spreading through your veins. heâs happy with me. i did well.
you lean into his touch the second his palm meets your cheek, nuzzling against his skin like you could crawl inside it. his thumb brushes your bottom lip, calloused and firm, and you sigh, lips parting instinctively. "missed you," you whisper, the words trembling just slightly. itâs an understatementâyou ached for him, counted the minutes, needed him like air.
"i know." his voice is soft, but thereâs steel underneath, that quiet dominance that makes your stomach swoop. "did you behave while i was gone?"
you nod eagerly, desperate for him to see how good you were. "ate what you left out," you murmur, cheeks flushing at the memory of the carefully prepared meal heâd set on the counter before leaving. he takes such good care of me. "didnât touch myself." your voice drops to a whimperâgod, youâd wanted to, thighs squeezing together every time you thought of him, but youâd held back. you always hold back for him. "waited right here."
his fingers slide into your hair, gripping just enough to make your breath hitch, and you melt, eyelids fluttering. yes, yes, yes.
"perfect." he tugs, just a little, and you go willingly, head tipping back to bare your throat, your entire body singing under his control. his gaze rakes over youâyour parted lips, your flushed skin, the way your chest rises and falls too fastâand his smirk is devastating. "youâre so good for me."
your vision blurs at the edges. he thinks iâm good. heâs proud of me. itâs all youâve ever wanted.
(and if your hips jerk forward, just slightly, chasing frictionâwell. heâll take care of that, too.)
you melt. god, you always doâyour body going pliant and boneless under his praise, your thoughts dissolving into static as warmth floods your chest. itâs pathetic, maybe, how easily he unravels you, but you donât care. you live for this, for the way his voice wraps around you like a collar, snug and inescapable.
he could ask for anythingâyour clothes, your voice, your orgasmsâand youâd give it to him without hesitation. youâd strip bare in an instant if he told you to, would bite your tongue bloody if he ordered silence, would let him ruin you over and over again if thatâs what he wanted. because he knows whatâs best for you. the certainty of it coils tight in your gut, sweet and suffocating. because he takes care of you. his hands always know where to touch, his voice always knows what to say, his rules always keep you safe. because youâre his. and nothing has ever felt more right.
"câmere," he murmurs, fingers tightening in your hair just enough to make you whine before heâs pulling you up. you go, stumbling into his chest like gravity itself bends for him, and his arms wrap around youâstrong and secure, perfect. you press closer, nosing at his collarbone, breathing in the scent of wind and sweat and him. his lips brush your temple, featherlight, and your knees nearly give out all over again. "love you."
you bury your face in his neck, inhaling shakily, your fingers clutching at the back of his suit like he might vanish if you let go. "love you more," you mumble into his skin, the words muffled but fervent. you do. you love him more than air, more than sanity, more than your own pathetic freedom.
he laughs, low and fond, the sound vibrating through his chest and into yours, and you knowâno one will ever understand this. no one will ever get why you crave his control like a drug, why you thrive under his rules, why the weight of his ownership feels like coming home. theyâd call it twisted, call you broken, but theyâre wrong. youâve never been more whole.
but you donât need them to.
you just need himâhis hands, his voice, his praise. you need the way he looks at you like youâre something precious, something his. you need the way he holds you like heâll never let go.
(and he wonât. youâll make sure of it.)
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it hadnât happened all at onceâthis thing between you, this belonging. youâd been best friends since childhood, markâs laughter ringing in your ears for years before either of you realized how deep the roots had grown. but then he got his powers, and the world tried to pull him away, and youâyou couldnât stand the thought of being left behind. the first time you kissed him, it was desperate, clumsy, your hands fisting in his shirt like you could physically tether him to you. and mark, sweet, greedy mark, had kissed back like heâd been waiting for it. like heâd always known.
the shift from lovers to thisâto fuzzy cuffs and control and the dizzying relief of surrenderâwas just as inevitable. youâd always trusted him more than anyone, had always followed his lead without question. so when he first pinned your wrists to the bed and growled âmineâ into your skin, you didnât hesitate. you arched into it, whined âyes, yes, yours,â like the words had been carved into your ribs all along. and when he started setting rulesâeat this, wear that, donât come unless i sayâyou obeyed like it was scripture. because it was. because mark knew you better than you knew yourself.
now, when people whisper about how heâs too possessive, too controlling, you just smile. they donât understand. they donât see the way he cherishes you, the way his hands cradle your jaw like youâre something sacred even as he orders you to your knees.
theyâll never understandânot the way your pulse steadies the moment his voice drops into that firm tone, not the way your muscles unlock when he takes the weight of choice from your shoulders. every command is a boundary, every rule a fortress, and inside them, youâve never felt so safe. itâs not submissionâitâs surrender, and it tastes sweeter than anything youâve ever known.
he spoils you, though no one would believe it. theyâd see the way he orders you to eat the last slice of pizza, to wear the softest sweater he bought you, to curl up in his lap when youâre tiredâand theyâd call it control. but you know better. you see the smirk he hides when you moan around a bite of dessert he "made" you take, feel the way his fingers linger on the fabric of the hoodie he "demanded" you put on, hear the quiet satisfaction in his voice when he murmurs "good boy" after youâve done exactly what you both wanted.
you chose this. you begged for itâknees on the floor, hands shaking, voice breaking around the words "please, please, i need you toâ" before he even let you finish. and when he finally said yes, when his palm cradled your cheek and his thumb wiped away your tears, you knew: this was where you were meant to be.
(and if anyone ever tries to take him from you? well. you may be his pet, but youâve got teeth too.)
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