Tw: smut, sub!mark but also dom?? (switch ig), he’s down bad for you, you go at it from dusk till dawn, he wants you so bad, you can’t resist his puppy dog eyes.
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It’s been months. You can’t remember the last time you went on a proper date. And god, you tried. You tried so hard to be understanding, to feel the weight of the world on his shoulders, to try and carry some of it with you.
But you were human.
And maybe humans and viltrumites couldn’t work out.
You wanted to do this over the phone, by text, anything that wouldn’t require you to see his face, but then he’d flown straight into your kitchen, boyish smile on his face, telling you he was off for the night.
Then was a good as time as any, you decide.
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“P-please.” He begs, dropping to his knees.
Needless to say the breakup wasn’t going to plan.
He nuzzles his face into your stomach, and you feel it tighten at the look in his eyes.
“I’ll be so good.”
You blink.
You’re not sure how you got into your bed, naked, with Mark above you (you know exactly how—you couldn’t resist the tears in his eyes as he begged for one more chance to make things better)
“H-aaah.” He’s panting in your ear now, thrusting slow and hard, each one punctuating his promises.
“You’re mine.” Thrust.
“Never gonna… hnggg… let you go.” Thrust.
“Shittttt… do you feel how,” Thrust. “Deep I am?”
He pushes his palm against the bulge that forms in your stomach every time he pushes in and you thrash wildly, the pleasure becoming too much to bear.
“Mark!” You shout out, and his palm covers your mouth, thumb pressing down on your tongue. You moan around his digit, swirling your tongue around it like you would his cock and he groans, pulsing hard inside you.
“It’s okayyy… cmon,” his voice is low, and there’s a cadence in it that only comes out when he has you like this, shivering and crying on his cock.
“I got you, babe.” You’re unsure how long you’ve been fucking, how much time has passed, but you’re so close and so you redirect his other hand to your clit. He starts drawing small and fast circles on it, and you see white behind your eyes as you finally come.
When you come back to, he’s already cleaned you up and tucked you in, and he’s back in his suit, standing by the window.
“Mark?” You ask groggily.
“Uhm… it’s sunrise. Gotta get back to work.” He hesitates, seeing how your eyebrows scrunch.
You can see the decision weighing on him. So despite it being the reason you wanted to break up with him, the hurt it had caused you, you give him a small nod.
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Imagine being Thragg’s only male consort? You were plucked from the ruins of mall and hauled into the bowls of a large alien spaceship. You were tested and probed, needles injected that made your blood boil and the searing pain. Once they were finished experimenting, you were escorted to a plain, white room. The guy with the red, cybernetic eye informed you of your new position.
Imagine being Thragg’s only male consort? You laid on the massive bed motionless, twiddling your thumbs and staring at the ceiling. This Grand Regent hasn’t shown up, but the cybernetic eye guy said he was busy breeding the other consorts. He’ll eventually come. You questioned why you were even here and what use you had—cybernetic eye guy responded with “all is ours, even your body will be put to use.”
Imagine being Thragg’s only male consort? Having waited for a couple of days, he finally arrived. Your body moved upright to see the hydraulic door open. Thragg walked in and approached you. He was colossus, standing at 6’6. His frame was a wall of rippling and hardened muscles with broad shoulders that showed his utter strength and dominance. His form-fitted crimson and grey suit hugged every nook and cranky. His hair was jet-black and cropped buzzcut, his mustache thick. You could feel his dark, obsidian eyes bore into you—examining you. You were in for it.
Imagine being Thragg’s only male consort? You were pressed underneath Thragg’s heavily muscular body, his mustache tickling your neck as he littered your neck with bites and marks. He pulled his massive dick out before thrusting into your tight ass, his hips snapping forward—slamming deeper into your depths. He fucked you like an unrelenting machine, delivering deep plunges that created pleasure inside you. Your moans mixed with the Grand Regent’s low, primal groans, snarling as his pace became more savage.
Imagine being Thragg’s only male consort? You were out of it. Moans tore from your throat, your eyes rolled back as you let yourself be ravaged by the Viltrumite. Your cock throbbed against between your bodies, smearing precum as it nearing the edge. Thragg’s heavy balls slapped against your ass, his dick continuing to drag in and out of your gaping hole. He shifted positions and put you into a mating press—like he did with the other consorts.
Imagine being Thragg’s only male consort? The new position sent shockwaves through your body. You clawed at the white sheets, screaming and tightening around Thragg’s massive dick as ropes of cum squirted from your slit. Thragg wasn’t far behind as he continued his deep thrusts, lodging himself deep inside your ass. With a roar and buried to a hilt, the Grand Regent cock pulsed hot, thick cum—filling you to the brim. Viltrumites must cum a lot as he continued to unload rope after rope.
Imagine being Thragg’s only male consort? You lay spent, your body quivering and air knocked out of your lungs. Your hole ached as thick globs of cum gushed out once Thragg pulled out. Your hole tightened around nothing, gaping as it begged to be filled again. The Grand regent fixed himself and informed you that he’ll come back.
And come back he did. You were barred from wearing clothing as Thragg wanted full access to you and your body. He fucked you almost every other day. You were littered with marks and cum leaking out your hole, a testament to Thragg and his capabilities. Unknowingly to you and Thragg himself, you were becoming his favorite consort.
The other consorts were just means to expand the ranks of the viltrumites. It’s unfortunate you can’t bear his offsprings, but that could be arranged. Thragg hasn’t claimed any heirs to his lineage.
Authors note: writing this at 5 in the morning so some of this might not make sense. I really need to fix my sleep schedule.
You're his woman, his wife, his beloved everything. The woman that will bear his children and bring honor to his Empire. You just don't know that yet. So when you pummel him into the ground for trying to take over Earth, the old man just can't help but blush. You're elegant, you're strong, you defeated him in combat basically Viltrumite for "I want to have your children, let us mate." You made him submit, and you didn't even gloat in your victory. "Never come back to Earth again, understood?" But also not understood, because why would he leave Earth when his beloved—you—is there?
He'll learn everything about Earthling culture, especially how to court you correctly, because a woman like you can't escape from his grasp. He doesn't care who he has to fight or who he must conquer you will be his. He heard that you were from an island filled with women. How interesting. But then again, it delights him. You've never felt the touch of a man a strong man, a powerful man like himself. He will fix that.
Of course, you're a princess. Amazing. He's Grand Regent, or in Earthling terms, an emperor. So it's perfect for both of your factions. You're a warrior princess; he's a conqueror. Perfection. He doesn't understand why you like to fight with that silly lasso or sword and shield, but he'll respect it. He'd rather have more hands-on altercations.
But another thing with Grand Regent Thragg is that he's very forward and I mean very, very forward. "We should get married," he'll say after saving Earth from an alien invasion for you, for the benefit of courting you.
"You hardly know anything about me!" you'd argue countless times, but he can list off ten fun facts and more about everything you like to do. How does he know any of that stuff? Well, Kregg and Tula have been his happy little spies.
He'll try to take you out on "dates," but of course, no Earth clothes can truly fit his physique. His body almost tore through a suit once when he tried to impress you. Sure, you've got to give it to him he's doing an amazing job bettering himself for you, for the safety of the Earth. So you humor him now and again.
One time he heard about getting a woman flowers and a bear as a present for a first date, so he flew all the way to Japan to get a blossoming sakura and got the cutest little baby bear from Russia for you. He was supposed to get a toy bear and regular flowers from a flower shop, but he thought these were much more appropriate options. And you can't help but be slightly charmed by it, even though your sisters back at Themyscira would likely scoff and roll their eyes.
And so you humor him some more. Maybe you're not even humoring him anymore.
"All right, if you were to get married, how would it go?" you asked on one of your flying dates.
"Easy. We would have a ceremonial Viltrumite wedding in which you would wear my colors and I would wear yours. Then we would mate and have at least six children."
You choked on the air. Was it the atmosphere? "Six?" you coughed a little, giving a nervous chuckle.
"Yes. Every Emperor has six children. I must follow in the footsteps of the emperors before me," he said simply, as a matter of fact.
"Four children," you appealed.
"Five."
"Four."
"Okay, why four?"
"I like even numbers."
So he concedes four children. But why are you even arguing about children with him? Wait, are you truly ready to become the Bride of the Emperor?
Synopsis: Making a mini version of the your love should be pretty cute, right? Not for him.
A.n: While making this idiot something like this came to mind kgalmvlalclsls btw now he's safe in my stomach…
After a tiring day, when you got home you went straight to the kitchen to finally have what youd been craving all day. All day long you had been wanting those damn salty cookies and since there wasn't a bakery on your way,and your laziness didn't help,you promised yourself you'd make them once you got home.
You grabbed the ingredients from their usual places and quickly mixed them on the counter. You might have been too lazy to cook most of the time but it was actually something that relaxed you. Especially when you were with a maniac like Mark—after every argument, burying your head in cooking and passing the time had become a habit. Speaking of Mark…after making a few of the usual shapes, you looked at the Spider man face you had started forming and an idea came to mind…
"What's that?" Before you even realized when he had arrived, Mark Grayson was already behind you, his arms crossed in front of him. You turned your head and looked at your boyfriend leaning over your shoulder to see what you were doing. His eyes were on the tiny human shaped thing, in your hand about to be brushed with egg wash.
"That's you," you said cheerfully. Your mood was even better today, especially since you hadn't seen a single drop of blood on him.
Mark raised an eyebrow. "What? It doesn't even look like me." you were surprised by that. What was he talking about? "Yes it doesss look, it's really cute, right?" you insisted. It obviously looked like him. Maybe a little goofy, but it was definitely your boyfriend.
Mark pressed his lips into a line and wrinkled his nose at what you said. "No that ugly thing doesn't look like me. I'm not ugly."
Ugly? You looked at the little one under your brush, then back at Mark. Your gaze was questioning and a little judgmental. Your own face had almost scrunched up the same way.
"..."
"Yeah, you're ugly." You said it casually, slipping right back into your old relaxed mood.
"What?" Even though there was a slight pout on his face, his voice sounded pretty surprised. "I thought we were talking about facts."
He brought his hand to his face, slowly sliding it down over his glasses. "Oh god…soo I guess you have a weakness for ugly men then?" When he pulled his hand away, there was a grin on his face that matched his mocking tone.
You giggled at what he said, whisking the egg in the bowl with the brush in your hand. "I definitely have a thing for pathetic men."
"What?" The grin disappeared from his face again,he was surprised once more by what you said. God, this man was easy to mess with—especially in everyday situations.
You shrugged "Nothing." acting indifferent you started brushing the egg yolk over the little Mark. The brush strokes were very gentle. You wouldn't want to crush him.
But the Mark behind you looked a little crushed by your words. "I heard you." You turned slightly toward him, a small flirtatious grin on your face.
"What did you hear? My heartbeat speeding up when I see you?"
"Wha-" Before he could finish, you set the bowl and the brush down. Then you gave his butt a loud smack.
"Just so you know, I like this ass even more."
He looked caught off guard by what you did; with the strange twist of his lips, you could almost say he was embarrassed. If only this man had the ability to blush too. "What nonsense are you talking about, Y/n?" he said, trying to keep his voice firm.
"Maybe you're ugly like this little one," you continued, "but your ass definitely saves the relationship.
"Wha-" You didn't let him finish again.
"I wish I were your opponent—I'm sure seeing that ass with adrenaline must be a whole different experience."
Mark's lips were left slightly parted, you could imagine the way he was looking at you like you were crazy from beneath his glasses. There was a brief moment of silent staring between you, as if he were deciding whether to respond to your usual level of perversion or just leave the room.
"…anyway." well yeah—once you managed to push his buttons, wasn't unusual for him to walk away. You followed his movement to watch him leave the kitchen. Instead, he stepped closer to you. He tore off a piece of dough and took it into his hand, starting to roll it into a ball between his palms.
You watched him do it with excited surprise, his face still neutral. A grin formed on your lips. "Wow..what are you doing?*
"I'm going to recreate your stupid perversion," he shot back immediately. You let out a small laugh at that. With that expression on his face and that uniform, kneading dough—god, it was a sight worth seeing.
"Hah…but your pervert." You nudged his shoulder lightly. He didn't even look at you. "Yeah. My pervert." A big grin spread across his face.
Bonus: "The fuck is that Mark?! My chest are not that big!" You looked at the huge chest he had added to the tiny dough version in protest. You tried to grab it and mess it up but Mark easily stopped you from reaching by pressing a hand against your chest. "Ah they definitely are~" He looked proud of what he'd done, that awful mocking grin on his face.
"KEEP YOURR STUPID FANTASIES TO YOURSELLFF!!" in response to your shouting, he blew you a kiss. Before you could even open your mouth again, he reached for the mini Mark behind you and quickly popped it into his mouth in one bite. A scream that shook the whole house burst out of you. "NOOOOOOOO BABBBYYYYYYHH MARKKKKKK,YOU OX!!"
"mark, can you help me tie this?" you muttered, mark already behind you. tying the top part of your bikini top, getting a quick peep at your boobs before doing so.
you look in the full length dresser mirror that is in your hotel room, you and mark wearing matching swimsuits that were a simple teal colour, with white along the trim. you really dont know how you convinced mark to take a vacation.. but you did, mark really cant say no to you. especially when you give puppy dog eyes.
"are we go to go?"
mark spoke, a small smile on his lips as be grabbed the beach bag and the cooler.
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dating a superhero isnt easy, the late nights and the arguments about him not being there when you need him leads to more nights alone than youd care to admit. however, the nights you do get to spend with mark grayson are fun. his personality hasnt changed much through age and it becomes very clear at night when he is tired. he will do anything to get what he wants even if it involves annoying you in the process.
“move over.” mark mutters for the 3rd time in a row. you tried to ignore him, honestly you did, but lord knows how annoying he can be when he doesn’t get his way.
“stop poking me, im trying to sleep.” you retort, attempting to come off as stern although you know he will never buy into it.
“ill stop if you move over.” he prods at you again. both of you know he could easily move you himself if he wanted to but this was way more fun for him.
“mark its a double bed, if you wanna lay down then do it, i dont have to move.”
“i want to lay there.” you can almost hear the grin on his face, he knows exactly how to push your buttons and it is working right now.
“are you actually kidding me right now?” you perch yourself up on your elbows and the only thing you can do is laugh at his remark, your smile mirrors his and he knows he has won. “all of this space and you need to sleep right here?”
“exactly that.”
“you can sleep on the sofa for all i care, im not moving invincible” your mocking tone hits him deep down, it reminds him of how you used to mess with him at the very start of your relationship, when he was still new to being a superhero.
“oh wowww, youre gonna pull that card?” the giggle you let out only amplifies his need to aggravate you. he pulls the bedsheets off of you which elicits a screech from you as the cool air hits your bare legs, a drastic difference from the warm blanket you were just snuggled up in. “you know im gonna end up in that spot baby, you might as well just move now.” your lack of a response causes him to pick you up, place you on the floor and climb into bed himself.
“mark what the fuck?” you laugh as you climb up from the floor. you begin pulling on his arm to try and drag him away from where you were previously laying to no avail. instead he manages to wrap his arms around you and pull you into a bear hug with you simultaneously trying to claw your way out of it.
he pulls you closer into him and sputters out a small “shhh dont fight it.” which is followed by a hearty laugh from you as you continue to kick around to try and escape. this continues for longer than youd imagine, tiring you out and meaning you finally stop writhing around so much to the point where he can pull you on top of him and place your head on his chest gently, one of his legs between both of yours and a hand carding its way through your hair. “see baby, i told you i would win this.”
“youre an asshole, you know that?” there is no cruel intent behind it, but he still needs to be reminded.
“yeah, but im your asshole.” he says before turning your bedside lamp off and falling asleep to the sound of your soft breathing.
Imagine straddling Mark, yours hands wrapped around his throat as you watch him struggle and feel him kick beneath you trying to break free of your hold as you look down at him, disgustingly in love
And you lean down, your breath ghosting his lips, brushing just barely against each other before your head jerks down towards his throat where you bite into him, his pained wheezes as a smirk pulls at your lips because you love him so much it's overwhelming
Your teeth biting down harder and drawing blood as you groan into it, tears are flowing down his cheeks as you bathe in the moment, how intimate it feels, to be tearing at a part so vulnerable to him
The blood rushing straight to your head and down south as you burn this moment into your brain, and god does he look so good like this
Bloody, crying, whimpering..
Grinding your hips down onto his, both of your bulges rubbing together
The friction of the action sending pleasure jolting straight through the both of you, his moans of pain turning into moans of pleasure
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I kinda want to tear part of his throat out but idk if he’d recover from that so we’ll just stay biting…
content: fluff, comedy, slight angst— only at the end reader doesn’t rlly gaf tho
warnings: a small drabble/imagine? swearing, mention of death, not proofread, she/her pronouns ahead, established relationship between og!mark and reader, hinted the same in mohawks.
n/n = nickname
ARLA YAP : could this have been a whole fic? probably. am i lazy? yes. please tell me someone sees the reference i didn’t just add the spider-man picture for no reason babes.😁
—> during the variant war, she’s on a building trying to escape from the variant infront of her, she could careless which one it was. she just wanted her mark.
—> before she knew it, she tripped. falling off the structure, a scream escaped her mouth, but what could she do? she was only human, she didn’t have powers.
—> she could physically feel her soul leaving her body. Till Mark Grayson, invincible,is flying down towards her— at speed you have never seen before, heck you didn’t even know he could fly that fast!
—> he’s so close, his palm reaching out for you. you attempt to reach out, till a flash of red and white crash into his side, taking him into a whole nother building on the left of you.
—> seeing this, you react like any other normal human would. you scream louder then before, tears rolling down your streak.. you swear if anyone was under you it must of felt like it was raining, which honestly? it wouldn’t go against the whole war happening.
—> you shut your eyes, preparing yourself for your fate, though it was clear that the luck you wished for before you did an exam? yeah.. it was on your side today. You hear a shout, your name though you are far to scared to open your eyes.
—> you feel arms wrapped around you, the air suddenly feels more clean rather then fire and smoke fuming your lungs. sure, you recognised the voice, but with the whole war and swarm of the men who looked exactly like your boyfriend, opening your eyes in this scenario felt like getting either a pony for your 6th birthday or a bag of coal of Christmas!
—> it’s quiet for a moment, you can feel movement, but it isn’t whoever’s arms are wrapped around you. it’s more the movement of the wind against your hair, “you okay?” the voice was gentle, so of course you opened your eyes. “mark holy shit. it was so scar—“ you pause.
—> the man holding you had a mohawk. while his suit looked similar to your boyfriends you knew your mark didn’t just get a haircut during a war.
—> you blink a few times, even rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand. yep that wasn’t mark, or in other words wasn’t the one you knew personally.
—> but, you notice something, rather than his eyes being similar to all the other marks you have, unfortunately, come across (besides yours) his were softer, his lips were slightly trembling, his grip on you tightened just a little bit, not enough to hurt you, he made sure of that himself.
—> “i’m ok” you say, staring at him. “shit. thank fuck.” he spoke, his voice rough as he pulled you closer, his hand stroking your back.
—> moving over that for a bit, you perch over his shoulder, trying to see where you both were. and then you audibly gasped, leaning back to face the person who both saved you from death but is also probably plotting a kidnapping. “where the fuck are we!”
—> “in the sky?” he responded, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. you wanted to smack some knowledge into that head of this. “no shit sherlock!! why are we up here!” your voice is loud, though underneath the act your trying to not act scared, but he knows your shitting yourself.
—> after that, he settled the both of you down, sitting on a bench beside you, as he rambled about you in his universe, what happened to you; basically just telling you his side of the lore.
—> despite the fact, you weren’t exactly listening you had caught onto something he said, “i couldn’t save her, she was my n/n.” you don’t respond, you don’t need to. he continues.
—> you didn’t run; what was the point, would you fall into some wormhole next? For now you stayed where you were, even if it was next to one of the evil versions of your boyfriend.
—> you looked like a child who was last to be picked up after school had ended, staring at the ground and waiting for the teacher next to her to stop talking, the teacher being the man with the mohawk beside you.
