wc: 1728 // cw: kinda spoilers for the comics, smut, dubcon, rough sex, reader has an alien body with human adjacent genitalia (pussy) // based on this request
a/n: i really took the 'alien reader' to heart and ran with it
[edit]: i've added Earth's Mark perspective!
The sky above you is pale and clear, with the main star shining bright and low, slowly making its way past the horizon. Your head is spinning, but not too badāthe soft, dewy, green bedding you landed on made the impact a little less painful.
You sit up and massage the throbbing spot right behind your rear left antenna. Everything around is so colorful, with lots of different species of plants you've never seen before blooming with what must be this planet's flowers.
The last thing you remember is screaming. And it was you, obviously. Mark would never make a peep, no matter how terrified he truly felt. Perks of Viltrumite training, I guess.
WaitāWhere is he, anyway?
Wiping off dust from your spacesuit, you explore the area, looking for your mate. But he's nowhere to be seen. So you get into the air and fly away, eyes flicking around in search for the heir.
It's not like you're worried. Not for him, at least. Mark can fend for himself, and so can you. And together you're indestructible, but on your ownānot as much. And since you have absolutely zero idea what planet did you land on, it's best to find him and get out of here.
You might encounter absolutely anything and anyone here; there's no way of knowing if this planet is home to creatures aggressive and vile like the Ragnars, or rather peaceful and kind like the Thraxans. It's also quite possibly not a Viltrum colony, since no one greeted you the moment you hit the ground like a meteorite, struck down like a rookie by some damned satellite.
Calling for him is pointless; if he's near, he will hear you, or find you by your scent. Otherwise, you're risking outing yourself as vulnerable on an alien planet. And if anything hurts you, Mark will wipe any and every species off the surface of this place.
Tall buildings start popping on the horizon line, smaller settlements with tiny houses below you. The area looks calm, peaceful and quiet. But you know you can't trust it, not untilā
"Mark!" You yelp happily and glide down at your maximum speed, tackling him to the ground. He lands on his back, arms covering his face as you straddle him with your legs. "I am so happy I've found youā" you mumble between peppering his arms with kisses, and that's when you realize he looks different.
"What are you wearing?" You lean back, resting your weight on all four hands bracketing his head and shoulders. "Or, never mind. Better tell me where the hell are weāstop covering your face!" You groan, forcibly trying to remove his arms, but to no avail. "What is wrong with you?"
"Leave me alone!" Mark shouts and pushes you off him, much gentler than you expected. Something's off, and it settles heavy in your chest, both of your hearts dropping low.
"Heyā¦" You crawl back to him and try to cradle his face, but he sits up, his back facing you. "It's me," your voice trembles now, as you slowly move closer to him, "your mate."
"I don't know you!"
The words hit you like a thousand daggers. He must be hurt, there's no other explanation for this odd behavior.
"Markā¦" you whisper and rest your right hands on his back, smoothing them down the line of the rigid muscles you know so well. When he tenses at your touch like a cornered animal, you gasp. What has this planet done to him?
"You don't remember me?" You question, inching closer, your breath warming his neck. Then, an idea pops up in your head. And so you snake on your right arms around his torso, with one of your left hands threading through his silky, black hair. "I think you need a little reminder," you coo, your lips grazing the back of his ear.
Mark's body is softer than you remember, but as warm as always. His skin prickles when you slide your hand under the weird top he's wearing. You smirk; your plan working just as you wished it would.
"Look at me," you purr and not waiting for his reply, you take his chin and turn his head towards you, until your lips meet his in the softest, gentlest kiss you two ever shared.
It doesn't last long until you're suddenly airborne, Mark left on the ground with eyes open wide like the full moon, shock and terror written all over his face. You want to turn, see who has this steel hold on all four of your hands, until the familiar smell hits your scent glands.
"I'm taking you back home. Now," your Mark growls and flies off with the speed of light, leading you to a glowing, purple portal.
Before you know it, you're back on Viltrumāfamiliar shade of gray stretching everywhere your eyes can reach. Then, in a blink of an eye, you're in your shared quarters, your back hitting the wall so forcefully all air is kicked out of you.
"You've betrayed me." Mark spits slowly, his fingers curled tight around your neck. With your legs above the ground, you scrape them against the smooth wall for some purchase, but he only pushes you more against the surface.
"IāI thoughtāit wasāyouā" You rasp, all four of your hands holding his arm. But that explanation only makes him more furious, as he furrows his brows over his dark, soulless eyes.
"You've mistaken me for some pathetic copy?"
"Heāhe smelledā" you gulp, very close to running out of oxygen, "āexactly the sameā"
"Liar!" He loses it completely and screams, then throws you across the room until you hit the bed with your ass up. Before you get a chance to move, Mark's rough, claiming hands are on you, ripping the bottom of your Viltrumite colony suit into pieces.
"That man you allegedly thought was me," Mark pants, pressing on your bare ass with his already hard cock, "reeked of weakness, and fear."
You whine when he rolls his hips against you and shouts, "And I'm no coward! Say it!"
"You'reā" you choke on a sob at his rough fingers sliding up into both of your holes, "ānot a coward."
Mark takes away his hand from your already wet folds and smears the slick on your cheeks, before lowering himself, his voice getting low and dangerous as he whispers against your cheek, "Need I remind you, who's your one and only owner?"
With tears streaming down your face, you nod vigorously, but he only grabs your mouth forcefully, making you look at him. "Answer me, now."
"Yesāplease, I wantā" you yelp as he smacks your ass, correcting your choice of words, "āneed a reminder."
"Thought so," he replies, his voice gravelly and laced with heat.
You don't have to wait long, as he grabs both of your lower arms with one hand at the small of your back, his other hand busy with breaking free from the confines of his suit. He hisses when cool air lick his hardened length, only to soothe it seconds later, gliding the tip along your folds.
It only takes him one clean thrust to bury himself up to the hilt, and then he immediately starts rocking his hips with relentless speed and force. You barely have time to adjust to his size, whines and whimper spilling out of you, when Mark pushes his thumb inside your puckered hole.
'I shouldāexecute youāfor that," he groans, not slowing down despite your two free arms grabbing at him. "To dishonor meānhgfāthe heir, is treason."
"Pleaseā¦" you manage between uncontrollable cries, as his cock hits that perfect spot inside you over and over again. With addition of his thumb going in and out your ass, you're pitifully close to your orgasm, the whole dynamic getting you there insanely fast.
"If you're begging for forgivenessā" his voice goes down an octave, laced with effort as hips hit against yours even faster, bed frame squeaking and threatening to break, "ādo it properly."
"Forgive me! Please!"
"So pathetic." You can almost hear the faintest smirk in his voice, but it doesn't worry you, because Mark snakes his hand around your waist to your clit, and presses it with the perfect pressure, sending you right over the edge.
You grab and twist your fingers around the plain bedding, your body shaking like a leaf on the wind and coat his length and suit with your slick.
This brings him closer too, as after only a few more thrusts, he still against you and spills hot, white ropes inside you, with quiet groans leaving his cold, plush lips.
For a moment, his chamber is quiet if not for your ragged breaths. When he pulls out, you tremble, feeling his cum trickling down your pussy. Mark throws a wet rag at you with disgust, but you know him well enough to see there's silent praise in his judging look, too.
"Clean yourself. You stink of that pitiful knock-off version of me."
You get up from the bed and wipe away whatever you can, before picking up the shredded pieces of your suit from the ground. When you look up, Mark is already nakedāand hard, again.
"Why are you still dressed? You look ridiculous." He raises a brow, staring at the offending remnants of fabric clinging to your chest. Without a peep you free yourself of your top and come up closer to him, risking resting all of your hands on his chest and abdomen.
"On your knees," Mark commands calmly, "you're not forgiven yet."
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Mark Grayson, a regular human teenage boy, was still sitting on the ground after someone who looked exactly like him dragged away a green and pink, four-armed alien girlāwho kissed him like she knew himāthrough a purple, glowing portal.
He stared at the sky, were the two of them just vanished, still bewildered. Not with the existence of dimension portals, aliens or his doppelgangersāwhen your dad's a Viltrumite, you're fully aware of such things.
No, he was terrified with the fact that he liked itāliked her kissing him, and that he was enamored by her smell of all things. And the worst part is, he's probably never going to see her again.
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Ello~! I was wondering if I can make a request with Mohawk Mark X Starfire Male Reader! Just thinking about them interacting makes me think itād be cute and funny, especially if Mohawk Markās the first person Reader meets and Reader kisses him to learn his language ^_^
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pairing mohawk! mark grayson x (tamaranean/starfire) male reader
when a tamaranean crash-lands on earth with his powers locked behind strange cuffs, the last person he expects to meet is mark graysonāmohawk, piercings, and all the attitude of a pissed-off superhuman. but after a veryĀ unconventionalĀ first encounter (involving lips, language barriers, and zero personal space), the two find themselves tangled in something neither expected. now markās stuck babysitting an alien who follows him like a lovesick comet, touches him like heās something sacred, and looks at him like heās the entire damn universe.
worst part? markās starting to like it.
the sky was a lazy blend of orange and pink, the sun sinking low behind the rooftops and stretching the shadows of trees and telephone poles into long, crooked fingers across the quiet suburban streets. mark graysonāinvincible, not that the name really matteredāwas sprawled on the edge of a rooftop, one leg swinging idly over the drop while he chewed on the inside of his cheek.Ā bored.Ā so stupidly, mind-numbinglyĀ bored.
nothing ever happened in this dump at this hour surprisingly. no rampaging villains to put through a wall, no collapsing buildings to prop up last-minute, not even a damn bank robbery to spice things up. just the same old houses, the same old people, the same oldĀ nothing.Ā he sighed, tilting his head back. maybe he should just bailāgo home, flop onto his bed, and finally read the new issue ofĀ seance dogĀ that had been sitting on his desk for two days.
he pushed himself up, rolling his shoulders, ready to take offā
"invincible."
cecilās voice crackled through the earpiece in his right ear, sharp and no-nonsense. mark groaned, tapping the device.Ā "what."
"weāve got an unidentified object approaching earth at high speed. trajectory puts it landing in your area. intercept and assessāneutralize if itās a threat. you know the deal."
markās lips curled into a grin.Ā finally.
he barely had time to glance up before somethingĀ streakedĀ across the skyāa blur of green and purple, moving way too fast to be a meteor, way tooĀ aliveĀ to be space junk. it slammed into the park across the street with aĀ boomĀ that rattled windows and sent birds scattering in panic.
mark didnāt hesitate. he kicked off the roof, the air whipping past him as he dropped down, landing hard enough to crack the pavement near the smoldering crater youād left behind. dust swirled in the air, thick and choking, but as it clearedā
there you were.
andĀ oh,Ā this just got interesting.
you wereā¦Ā colorful.Ā like,Ā stupidlyĀ colorful. not in some tacky, neon wayāmore like the kind of vibrant that made markās brain stutter for half a second. your skin was a warm, sun-kissed gold, like youād been dipped in honey and left to glow under some star. your hairāwow,Ā your hairāwas a wild mess, strands floating slightly as if gravity had given up trying to tame it. and yourĀ eyes.Ā bright, glowing green, like two emerald suns blinking up at him, dazed but sharp.
markās gaze dragged lower, slow and deliberate, drinking in the sight of you like heād just stumbled across somethingĀ precious.Ā yeah, you were built like himālean but layered with tight, coiled muscle, the kind of body that spoke of battles fought in zero gravity, of limbs trained to twist mid-air and strike like a comet. but where mark was all rough edges and impatient energy, you wereĀ polished.Ā sleek in a way that made his throat feel weirdly dry.
yourĀ outfitĀ didnāt help. deep, royal purpleāthe kind of color that shifted in the dying light, almost metallic, like liquid amethyst poured over your skin. it clung to youĀ perfectly,Ā hugging every dip and curve of your frame, leaving your arms bare and flexing, biceps tensing as you tested the cuffs. the fabric looked smooth but impossibly tough, like it could take a hit from a plasma cannon and barely singe.
then there were the detailsāthe silver metal sleeves encasing your forearms, running from wrist to just beneath the swell of your bicep. sleek violet boots, fitted like theyād been forged onto you. and thatĀ collarāhigh, armored, framing your jawline and flaring over your shoulders like some kind of alien royalty. it gave you thisā¦Ā presence.Ā like you hadnāt just crash-landed in a park. like youādĀ meantĀ to make an entrance.
markās lips quirked.Ā space prince.Ā a really pissed-off one, judging by the way you were glaring at your restraints.
interesting.
mark's eyes dropped to your wrists, where thick, pulsating cuffs glowed with an eerie violet light. they weren't just restraintsāthey were alive with foreign tech, humming like a trapped wasp nest, their surfaces crawling with strange, liquid-metal runes that shifted under his gaze. you groaned through clenched teeth, the veins in your biceps standing out as you wrenched against the cuffs which were flashing brighter in response as if mocking your efforts. a frustrated snarl ripped from your throat, one that made the hair on mark's arms stand upāthere was something distinctly predator about it.
"well, well," mark drawled, his arms crossing over his chest, fingers tapping an impatient rhythm against his bicep. "looks like earth's got itself a new intergalactic tourist." his lips curled into that trademark smirk, the one that usually made people nervous. "let me guessānot the welcome party you were expecting, right?"
your head snapped up at that, those glowing green eyes narrowing. for a second, you just stared at him like he'd grown a second head, your nose wrinkling in a way that might've been cute if not for the dangerous glint in your eyes. when you spoke, it was like listening to a storm given voiceāwords that rolled and crashed in impossible rhythms, some syllables sharp as broken glass, others smooth as molten gold. the sounds curled through the air between you, carrying the scent of ozone and something distinctly not-of-this-world.
mark blinked, his smirk faltering for half a heartbeat. "uh. yeah," he said, shaking his head as if that might dislodge the foreign sounds from his ears. "no idea what the hell you just said."
your expression darkened, those glowing eyes flickering like a dying neon sign. he saw the exact moment you gave up on communicationāyour jaw tightening, the muscles in your shoulders coiling like springs. then, in a burst of motion so fast it left afterimages, you were gone. one second you were there, kneeling in the smoldering crater, the next you were nothing but a comet's tail of emerald and amethyst streaking upward, the shockwave of your takeoff sending dirt and debris spraying in all directions. the air where you'd been shimmered with displaced energy, the scent of burnt ozone hanging heavy in your wake.
"oh, hell no," mark growled, the words tearing from his throat as he kicked off the ground hard enough to crater the pavement beneath him. the air screamed past his ears as he shot after you, his mohawk flattening against his skull from the sheer velocity.
the chase was a goddamn lightning strikeāyou moved like starlight given form, all emerald and violet streaks against the twilight sky. you banked hard around a skyscraper, your restrained hands somehow not slowing the fluid way you carved through the air, dipping between buildings with impossible grace before rocketing toward the distant tree line. mark gritted his teeth until his jaw ached, pushing his limits to match your speed. you were quicker, yeah, but he was all stubborn rage and earth-born grit, refusing to let some cuffed-up alien outfly him in his own damn city.
the forest came up fastātoo fast. the two of you crashed through the canopy in an explosion of splintered branches and shredded leaves, the scent of pine resin thick in the air as you skidded to a stop in a small clearing. dirt and debris sprayed outward from your landing, the impact sending small creatures scattering into the underbrush. you spun to face him, your cuffed hands held in a defensive position despite the restraints, those glowing green eyes burning like solar flares in the dim light. your chest heaved with each breath, but your stance never waveredābalanced, dangerous, like a coiled spring ready to snap.
mark barely had time to flash that infuriating smirk before you lunged.
your first strike shouldn't have been possible with bound handsāa vicious, glowing green haymaker that left afterimages in its wake as it rocketed toward his jaw. mark barely ducked in time, feeling the superheated energy of your fist singe the tips of his hair as it passed. he countered with a sharp jab to your ribs, but you twisted mid-air with impossible flexibility, your knee coming up in a brutal arc that connected with his diaphragm. the impact lifted him clean off his feet, all the air rushing from his lungs in a pained "oof" as he skidded backward through the dirt, his back slamming against an unfortunate sapling that snapped in half from the force.
"the hellā?!" he wheezed, his vision swimming as he struggled to draw breath. his ribs throbbed where you'd hit himāthat shouldn't have hurt so damn much. why the hell do your hits feel like freight trains?
you didnāt let up. another punchāsharp, preciseāaimed for his ribs. a spinning kick that nearly took his head off if he hadnāt ducked in time. every movement was fluid, calculated, like youād spent years mastering how to fight even with your hands bound. mark blocked what he could, arms stinging from the impact, but damn, you wereĀ good.Ā not just strongātrained.Ā like someone had carved you into a weapon and set you loose.
"alright,Ā enough," he growled, finally snatching your wrist mid-swing, his fingers locking around the smooth metal cuff. you snarled, muscles straining as you tried to yank free, but he held firm, his grip unrelenting. "iām not trying toĀ fightĀ you, dumbass!"
you froze. your chest heaved, sweat glistening along your temple, those glowing green eyes locked onto his with an intensity that made his pulse stutter. for a heartbeat, neither of you movedājust the sound of ragged breathing between you. then, slowly, your glare softened into something uncertain, almost curious. you huffed, nostrils flaring, before your gaze flicked downāto his lips.
thenā
you lunged.
markās brainĀ short-circuited.Ā one second, he was glaring at you, ready to snap another insultāthe next, your mouth was on his, warm andĀ burning,Ā like kissing sunlight given form. your lips were softer than he expected, but there was a roughness to it, a desperation that left him dizzy. your scent flooded his sensesāsomething wild and electric, like ozone and crushed juniper berries.
he didnāt even realize heād started kissing you back until you pulled away, andĀ god,Ā his body moved before his brain could catch upāchasing your lips in a hazy, instinctive daze, as if youād stolen the air from his lungs and he needed it back.
you broke the contact with a quietĀ smack,Ā licking your lips like youād just tasted something fascinating. your tongue darted out, slow, deliberate, as if savoring the flavor of him.
"there," you murmured, your voice smooth now, laced with an accent that curled around the words like smoke. the glow in your eyes flickered, satisfied. "now i can understand you."
mark just stared, his lips still buzzing with the phantom warmth of yours, his heart hammering against his ribs like it was trying to escape. he could still taste youāsomething sweet and foreign, like starlight given flavor. "...what theĀ fuck."
his hand rose slowly, the back of it dragging across his mouth in a rough gesture, like he could wipe away the lingering sensation. it didn't work. "what theĀ hellĀ was that?" his voice came out strangled, higher than usual.
you blinked, your glowing green eyes wide with sudden concern. the way your brows knitted together was almost... cute. damn it. "i am sorry," you said carefully, each word deliberate like you were testing how they felt in your new tongue. your head tilted slightly as you spoke. "my people... we learn speech like this." you raised your cuffed hands slightly, fingers brushing your own lips in demonstration. "lips must touch. to know words."
mark's face burned hotter. "so you just- what,Ā kissĀ people to talk to them?"
"yes." you nodded earnestly, then hesitated. your nose scrunched as you searched for the right words. "but... not for... pleasure? only learning." you gestured between the two of you. "now i understand you. but your face..." your hand hovered near his cheek, not quite touching. "you look... burned? did i hurt you?"
"no, i'm not- that's not-" mark sputtered, running a hand through his mohawk in frustration. he could still feel the shape of your mouth against his. "it's just... humans don't usually do that, okay? we learn languages the boring way. with books and shit."
your glowing green eyes widened, the light in them pulsing faintly with genuine surprise. "that sounds... very slow." you said it with such sincere, heartbreaking pityālike mark had just confessed he still walked everywhere instead of flyingāthat his lips twitched despite himself, a choked laugh threatening to escape.
mark groaned, his calloused palm dragging down his face hard enough to briefly distort his features. "unbelievable," he muttered through his fingers. "welp, there goes my first kiss. first alien i meet, and they're a totalĀ weirdo."
your head tilted slightly to the side, those luminous eyes blinking once, twice. the movement was so distinctlyĀ not humanātoo smooth, too preciseāthat it sent an odd shiver down mark's spine. "weer-dee-oh?" you repeated carefully, the unfamiliar word rolling awkwardly off your tongue. your nose scrunched adorably as you tested the syllables. "this is... a bad thing?"
the innocent question, paired with your utterly serious expression, finally broke mark. a sharp bark of laughter escaped him before he could stop it. "oh my god," he wheezed, shoulders shaking. "you'reĀ killingĀ me here." he waved a hand vaguely in your direction, struggling to compose himself. "no, it's just- yeah, okay, maybe a little bad. but mostly... you're justĀ different.Ā in a... in a way that makes my brain hurt."
you considered this for a moment, then nodded solemnly. "then i will be... careful with your brain." you said it with such grave sincerity that mark had to bite his lip to keep from laughing again.
the sudden crackle of cecil's voice in his earpiece nearly made mark jump. "invincible. report. was that explosion our new visitor?"
mark sighed, pressing a finger to his ear. "yeah, yeah. we're all good. turns out tall, glowing, and stab-happy here isn't actuallyāhey!" he interrupted himself as he caught you twisting your wrists violently against the cuffs, your teeth gritted in frustration. without breaking his conversation, he reached over and snapped the remaining restraint like it was a stale breadstick. "āisn't actually a threat. just... real enthusiastic about first impressions."
"you're telling me you've made peaceful contact with an unknown extraterrestrial in under five minutes?" cecil's dry tone could've withered flowers. "should i alert the press about your stunning diplomatic skills?"
"shut up," mark muttered, pointedly ignoring the way you were now staring at him with those big, glowing eyesālike he'd just saved your family and your cat instead of breaking some stupid cuffs. your fingers flexed experimentally, green energy already crackling around your freed hands. it was... distracting. "look, they're harmless. mostly. just... really into the whole kissing thing."
a beat of silence. "...i'm going to pretend i didn't hear that."
"good call," mark said, watching as you shook out your wrists, that ridiculously grateful expression still plastered on your face. he pointedly turned his back, feeling his ears heat up. "anyway, we're cool here. no invasion today. probably."
"your confidence is overwhelming," cecil deadpanned. "anyway, bring them to headquarters immediatelyāthe guardians and i will want to assess this situation properly."
"what? no, he's fineā" mark started, but cecil cut him off.
"that wasn't a request, grayson. headquarters. now." the line went dead with finality.
mark groaned, turning back to see your stupidly earnest face. "stop looking at me like that," he grumbled, crossing his arms. "it was just some cuffs."
you blinked, then smiledāslow and bright like a sunrise. "to you, maybe." your newly freed hand reached up, almost hesitantly, to brush against his arm. "to me... it was everything."
mark's stomach lurched violently, like he'd just missed a step going downstairs. that uncomfortable warmth spread from his chest up to his ears, burning under his skin. oh, this wasĀ soĀ not good. with a sharp turn, he pivoted on his heel, deliberately facing away from you so you wouldn't see how flushed he'd become. "anyway, we gotta move. looks like we're taking a field trip," he muttered, voice rough around the edges as he started walking a little too fast.
you blinked, your glowing eyes widening slightly as your head tilted at that perfect, infuriating angle that made your hair sway. without hesitation, you floated after him, keeping pace effortlessly. "field... trip?" the words sounded foreign in your mouth, your accent wrapping around them curiously.
"yeah," mark grumbled, dragging a hand through his mohawk. he could already imagine the interrogationācecil's piercing stare, the guardians' skeptical looks, and god, if his dad got involved... his shoulders tensed at the thought. "to meet my coworkers. and my boss." he shot you a sideways glance, trying to sound casual as he added, "try not to kiss anyone this time, okay?"
you gently shook your head, the motion sending little emerald sparks dancing through your hair. "there is no need to worry." your voice was soft but certain, like this was the most obvious thing in the world. "i won't kiss anyone else other than you."
mark's steps faltered. he whirled around so fast he nearly tripped over his own feet. "what do you mean by that?" his voice came out embarrassingly high-pitched.
you looked at him with mild surprise, those luminous eyes studying his flustered expression with open curiosity. "i meant that i'll only ever kiss you if i needed to learn more of the language." a small, knowing smile played at your lips as you added, "though, i doubt i'd need to."
mark's brain short-circuited. the way you said itāso simple, so matter-of-factāleft no room for argument. that uncomfortable warmth in his chest bloomed hotter, spreading down to his fingertips. he swallowed hard, suddenly very aware of how close you were standing.
oh. he wasĀ soĀ completely fucked.
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mark absolutelyĀ hatedĀ this. hated how you floated after him everywhere like some glowing green shadow. hated how youād tilt your head at every little thingāvending machines, pigeons, traffic lightsālike they held the secrets of the universe. hated most of all how cecil had dumpedĀ babysitting dutyĀ on him with that infuriating smirk.Ā "just keep him out of trouble, grayson. how hard can it be?"
it wasĀ impossible.Ā you were a walking disaster wrapped in purple uniform. yesterday youād tried to "help" him stop a bank robbery by smiling brightly at the thieves and asking why they needed the money, as if you were going to try out to talk-no-jutsu them into not doing the crime anymore. the day before, youād somehow set a hot dog stand on fire because "the meat tubes smelled sad and wished to be free." and now? now you were hovering two inches behind him as he tried to buy coffee, your chin practically resting on his shoulder as you stared at the cashier with terrifying intensity.
"dude. personal space," mark grumbled, elbowing you back gently. you didnāt moveājust blinked those stupidly big eyes at him and whisperedĀ "the small human is giving you paper with numbers. is this a threat?"
markās eye twitched. "itās calledĀ money,Ā space case." he shoved a twenty at the cashier before dragging you away by your wrist, ignoring how your fingers immediately curled around his like some overgrown, alien puppy. "weāve been over this. no interrogating minimum wage workers. no āinvestigatingā trash cans. andĀ for the love of godā" he yanked you back as you started drifting toward a police horse, "āno trying toĀ communicateĀ with earth animals!"
you pouted, all soft lips and wounded dignity, your glowing eyes shimmering with genuine concern. "but the furry one looked lonely."
mark's stomach did that stupid, traitorous flip againāthe one that made his ribs feel too tight. he hated that most of all. hated how you'd somehow woven yourself into every fucking corner of his life these past four weeks. you were practically living at his house now, curled up on his couch like some exotic housecat whenever his mom made tamaranean-friendly snacks (which she learned for hours from your instructions). debbie adored you, always saving the snacks just for you, laughing at your terrible attempts at earth jokes. even his fatherāstone-cold nolan graysonāhad started giving you those barely-there smiles when you correctly answered his space trivia questions.
the guardians treated you like some precious child they had adopted. darkwing let you fiddle with his tech. war woman sneaked you candy. even cecil, the human embodiment of a migraine, had gruffly admitted you were "tolerable and nice for your own good." everyone loved you. and mark? mark was so, so fucked.
what he hated most were the nights. those quiet, vulnerable nights when you'd slip into his bed after nightmares about your crashed ship, wearing nothing but his stolen seance dog hoodie (now permanently smelling like starlight and something sweet) and those stupid black boxers that rode too low on your hips. you'd curl against him like a contented star, your warm fingers tracing constellations across his cheekbones, his collarbones, the hard planes of his chestāalways to the rhythm of that damn song he'd first introduced to you. he never told you to shut up whenever you would hum or even sing the tune, not because your voice sounded nice or anything, but because it just so happened to be his favourite song. your humming vibrated through his skin, your breath warm against his neck as you studied him with that reverent gaze, like he'd hung every fucking star in your sky.
mark would lie there, barely breathing, his heart pounding so loud he was sure you could hear it. he'd focus on keeping his muscles relaxed, on not shivering when your fingertips brushed his nipple accidentally, on pretending he didn't notice how your thigh kept sliding between his in order to tangle your limbs with his. and if his cock stirred in his sweats, thick and heavy with want? well. that was just biology. didn't mean anything. couldn't mean anything. because if you realized he was awake, if you saw the desperate hunger in his eyes, if you felt the way his hips twitched toward your touchā
it would ruin everything. and mark couldn't lose this. couldn't lose you. so he stayed still, stayed quiet, and let you have these stolen momentsāeven as they slowly drove him insane.
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"i've always been curious about these tiny little metal things on your face." your voice was soft with wonder, fingertips hovering just above his skin like you were afraid he might vanish. slowly, so slowly, you traced the silver buds by his eyebrow, following the curve like it held some cosmic secret. your touch drifted down, feather-light, to brush the labret piercing at the bottom of the corner of his lip. when your thumb accidentally grazed the fullness of his bottom lip, mark's breath hitchedājust for a second. "why did you get them?" you whispered, glowing eyes searching his.
mark had learned many things about you these past weeks. like how you were practically made of starlight and touch, always finding ways to connectāa hand on his arm when laughing, fingers threading through his when nervous, your entire body pressed along his back when curious about what he was doing. at first, it had been shy little brushes, like you weren't sure you were allowed. now? now you draped yourself over him without hesitation, leaning in close to whisper terrible jokes in his ear just to feel him shake with laughter.
("you know," red rush had said once, smirking as you clung to mark's arm like a vine, "most humans don't just... climb their friends like jungle gyms."
you'd just nuzzled into mark's shoulder, completely unbothered. "but mark isn't most humans." and damn if that hadn't made his chest feel too tight.)
mark had thought about setting boundaries. once. for about five seconds. then you fell asleep on his chest during movie night, and the idea evaporated like morning dew.
now, with your fingers still tracing his piercings, mark swallowed hard. "dunno," he muttered, trying (and failing) to sound casual. "thought they looked cool, i guess." a beat. then, softer: "my mom cried when i came home with the first one."
your glowing eyes crinkled at the corners. "i think they're beautiful," you murmured, thumb brushing his lip againāand okay, that was definitely on purpose this time. "like... constellations. but on your skin instead of the sky." your other hand came up to cradle his jaw, your touch warmer than any sun. "may i...?"
mark's heart was doing that stupid pounding thing again. "may you what?" he breathed, already leaning into your palm.
instead of answering, you closed the distance between you, pressing the softest kiss to each piercingāfirst his eyebrows, then the corners of his mouth. when you pulled back, your smile was brighter than any supernova. "now i'll always remember how they feel," you whispered, like it was some precious secret.
mark was pretty sure his lungs had forgotten how to work. "you," he croaked out, voice rough like gravel, "are such a weirdo." but his traitorous hands were already dragging you closer, fingers digging into the soft skin of your hips as his forehead fell against yours. the words came out thick with something he wasn't ready to nameāsomething that burned in his chest whenever you looked at him like that. and god, that smileāthe one that lit up your whole face, the one that was only ever for himāit sent a wave of heat crashing through him, turning his cheeks and neck an embarrassing shade of pink that matched the sunset bleeding through his bedroom window.
"is that still a bad thing?" you asked, already shifting like this was your rightful place. in one smooth motion, you straddled his thigh, your legs bracketing his like they were made to fit there. your arms looped around his neck with practiced ease, fingers playing with the hairs at his nape like you'd done this a thousand times before. mark's breath hitched as your weight settled fully against himāthe firm press of your ass against his thigh, the way your biceps flexed under his fingertips, the heat of your bare skin where his shirt had ridden up. and fuck, if he didn't focus real hard on the ceiling, he was going to lose his mind over the unmistakable press of your cock against his stomach, barely concealed by those stupid thin boxers you always stole from him. he was just wishing you didn't notice the raging boner in his.
mark swallowed hard, his own traitorous body responding in kind. "no..." he managed, voice muffled as he buried his face in the curve of your neck, inhaling the scent of starlight and his own shampoo on your skin. one hand came up to cradle the back of your head, holding you close like you might disappear. "not with you." his lips brushed against your pulse point, the words spilling out in a whisper he couldn't take back. "never with you."
exactly 4.6k words, i'm honestly a tiny bit impressed lolol. anyway, hope y'all enjoyed this one-shot! i'm not gonna lie, i didn't know where i was going with this but yeah :]
"Why!?" Maskless Mark screamed, looking at you with eyes filled with tears ready to burst any time soon. "I-i gave you everything you could ever want... Why do want to leave me?" He ask, voice trembling, he grip your shoulders tightly.
You wince from the tight grip, that's definitely leaving a bruise on your shoulders. "You do not even know what I want!" You said with grit teeth. Maskless Mark's eyes widen, his breathing getting heavy the second the time passes. "I-i gave you-" you cut him off, shoving his shoulder as hard as you can. "You didn't gave me shit Mark!
(You've been imprisoned by him for over a year, you were friends, ever since childhood. So why? Why is he doing this? Why is this happening to you? His reason, he loves you. You call it bullshit, this is not love, this is obsession. A wicked kind of obsession, where a superhuman (alien) who can kill anyone he wants, show his love by being very strict on anything you want to do, not letting you out unless he is with you, not letting you have your phone, and threatening everyone you love just to make you stay.
When he was out one day, you decided that this is enough. You fled, well, tried to escape. Because everything is sealed and your in the middle of nowhere, trees surrounding the area hundred to kilometers from the main road.
As you tried to rip the wood on the window because leaving in the door is much more difficult, it's metal. You decided that the window is much easier, but dang it's not, it's hard to open up the lock and it's causing a lot of time, he's gonna come home soon. After a few hours, you finally made a crack.
Beep, beep, beep.
You look at the door, that was the sound of the lock, shit, you need to get our immediately. You force open the window but the door has already opened, Maskless Mark's eyes widen seeing ready to jump from the window. You force yourself in the window, desperation has gotten to you. Maskless Mark's uses his superspeed and grab you by your waist and forcefully pulling you away from the window, "no!" Your desperate scream can be heard as you reach out to the window.)
And now your here, with Maskless Mark in front of you. Maskless Mark's head drop, his fingers digging into your shoulders making you wince. "Didn't gave you shit?" He ask, voice soft but something hidden within, something dark. It took a while for him to finally meet your eyes, you gasp, his eyes, filled with tears, pain and betrayal swimming through them. "Fine then, I guess I just fuck you until you can't move so you can stay with me." He said lowly, smiling while tears drip down his cheeks. That's not a statement, that's a promise.
"Stop now pl-please" you whined, pushing Maskless Mark's face away as he suck on your nipple while thrusting hard into your prostate. You can't help but let out a loud moan as he hit your prostate over and over again.
It's been the nth round and your getting tired, bite marks and bruise all over your body. Your hole getting sore from the continues thrusting. You tried to get up, sniffing because it's too much. Too much to handle, especially for a human like you.
Maskless Mark groan when you tighten up, "shit babe, your so tight" he moaned, gripping your hips and using his strength to push your body towards him. You gave a shriek, more tears pouring from your eyes. "Mark! Eno-enough, guhh it's-it's too much, my stomach feels like it's going to burst" you whimpered weakly, hand pushing against his shoulders.
Maskless Mark look at you, then grab your hips and made you sit all the way up, so now your riding him. He shove his face into your chest and lick your other nipple. Looking directly at you and biting down. "Aughh! That hurts! Ugh!" You moaned weakly, trying again to push his head away. He suck one last time before letting go, his mouth made a 'popping' sound.
"I told you didn't I? I'm going to fuck you until you can't move" he smiled, so sweet, like he was not destroying you at all. Then he slam you into the bed and thrust, deep making you cry out "Too much! Please please please!" You weren't even sure what's your begging about, if you want him to stop because it's too much or if you want more so you can cum. His cock is hitting your deepest part only he can reach. You can feel his previous cum inside swish around.
"Ugh, I'm sorry, I love you, I love you, I love you" he whimpered,shoving his face against your shoulder. That's all you hear before finally letting your eyes fall and finally passing out.
The sun was shining brightly through the gaps of the window when you woke up, feeling drained, tired and sore. You slowly blink your eyes.
You tried sitting up but the pain in your lower body made it impossible, making you gave a grunt. You flinch when the door open, revealing Mark with pancakes and hot chocolate milk. He walk slowly and your eyes follows.
He put the food in the bed side table before sitting down into the bed. You can still see the tear strain on his face, and his eyes still red from crying. The sight almost made you feel bad, almost.
"I cook you food, I thought you might be hungry." His voice was rough and scratchy. When you didn't respond, he sighs, shaky.
"I..I know that your angry, but this is for your own good. The outside world is dangerous, this is the only way to keep you safe. You understand me, right?" He voice out his thoughts, his voice shaky and his hands creep up to your face, holding your cheeks.
You want to cry, you want freedom, freedom that once you embrace now cannot even grab it. It hurts, "I.... I understand Mark, I'm sorry" your voice trembled, tears slowly falling. Mark sighs and brings you to a hug, once warm hug now feeling like a brick of ice that just won't melt.
You once loved Mark Grayson, from your childhood. Not this deranged one that's holding you like a precious jem. You don't call this love, but for him it is, after all, love came from different shape and form.
I couldnāt choose which variant... I tried to make it possible to imagine whichever variant you want, so itās a lil surface level.Ā
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Okay, so. Imagine the variant of your choosing. Imagine him somehow ending up in your universe, doesnāt matter if youāre from the same universe as OG Mark, or another universe in general.Ā
All that matters is that you now have a Viltrumite boyfriend. Or husband. Or pet. Depends on whatever you guys wanna do. Thatās for yall to decide yourselves.Ā
I like to imagine that Viltrumites have an extremely hard time putting on weight. They're a species made for fighting, and they have to burn a lot of calories because of their power, and all the energy they have to go through. Especially if you are dating a variant thatās extra violent or energetic.Ā
This also makes he think that gaining weight is a bit of a privilege for Viltrumites, and would be attractive, in some cases. Not for other Viltrumites, but like, if you were another species.Ā
But, imagine your Mark variant being so pleased and comfortable with you, that he starts putting on weight. At first your Mark wouldnāt notice, heās just happy to have a hot partner that likes to cook him good food.Ā
Imagine cuddling with your Mark, feeding him snacks or whatever youāve cooked. Mark groans at how good it tastes and how nice it feels to be pampered, even when heās full he canāt stop, that just means all your work would go to waste, right?Ā
And now, imagine. Laying with your Mark draped over your lap on his back, so you can rub his belly because heās full. Itās only when he starts doing this regularly that it kinda clicks for him that heās putting on weight.Ā
At first your Mark wouldnāt know what to do about it, since heās never actually been chubby before. Some Mark variants might even get insecure about it, where others donāt care.Ā
So, you gotta show him you donāt mind. Actually, you really like it. It ends with you just kinda pavloving him by accident. You donāt mean to, you just like rubbing his belly or grabbing his lovehandles when you guys are humping or making out.Ā
Gaining weight wonāt make your Mark any weaker either, he still has the Viltrumite strength and speed, itās in his blood after all. Heās just... softer now. Hell, that might even be useful in battle cuz heās got extra padding.Ā
And, it just makes him very nice to lay on top of and cuddle. Theres something nice about grabbing his pecs after heās started gaining weight too, cuz thereās stuff to jiggle and squeeze.Ā
Angstrom wouldnāt be able to get your Mark on his side, heās too busy getting fed treats, cuddled and rubbed to go be evil. If he does meet other variants, well, your Mark make other Mark variants realize they wanna chub up too. Ā
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Villain Creation System (a quick transmigration fic involving an isekai'd Reader)
Invincible Variants: Origins
No Goggles Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 (last part)
Sinister
Mohawk
Prisoner
Omni-Mark
Branching Route: Full Mask!Mark Grayson
Full Mask is an exhibitionist (nsfw)
Branching Route: Shiesty!Mark Grayson
Civilian AU: Shiesty
Branching Route: Viltrumite!Mark Grayson
Nail
Reader Character Settings: Gender neutral, partial to completely blind
Synopsis: He's the quiet, genius transfer that the grownups praised to high heaven, you're the chew toy for every bully in and out of school. He may have been the boy who lives next door, but he might as well have been a stranger. As far as you're concerned, you have no place in each other's life. You didn't think a cheap notebook would change that.
Milf Reader and Vil Mark
Harem Route: Standalones/One-shots
The Idea of You
Reader Character Settings: AFAB, she/her
Synopsis: You are a normal human, all things considered, but having the ability to see future events has doomed you to a life as the GDA's pawn. However, what begins as one uneventful day results in your whole world getting turned upside down by the echoes of a man you've only ever seen in your dreams.
Alt: The variants break the Reader out of her prison in GDA headquarters.
Drabbles/Imagines/One-shots
Rick Sanchez-level genius Reader who drags Angstrom to the wasteland where he sent the Marks
Cheating men must die
Variant!Mark Grayson who treats you way more kindly than he does everybody else
Variants encounter Invincible!Reader during the Invincible War
Variants with a chaotic evil Reader with Scarlet Witch powers
Variants react to their Reader wanting to break up with them (she's pregnant or scared that if she does have a child with them the baby will end up being forced to follow in their footsteps)
Reader gets replaced by an alternate version of themselves and the Marks find out
Main Mark and variants whose Reader gets into a motorbike accident
Variants and a childhood friend turned girlfriend that became blind before childhood was over
Doctor Strange/Herta Reader
Captured Mark (this is the variant that Angstrom interviewed and the one was captured by genderbent Cecil and Donald)
Short angst with Captured Mark
Male!Reader confesses to Mark and the variants (Main Mark, Full Mask, Maskless, Mohawk, Prisoner)
Zombie AU
Main Mark and variants with Neglected Batsis!Reader
Headcanons
Mark Grayson Variants as Husbands:
Emperor, Mohawk, No Goggles, Omni-Mark, Prisoner Mark
Cap Mark, Full Mask Mark, Maskless Mark, Shiesty Mark, Sinister Mark, Viltrumite Mark
Their pet names for you
If you one day you looked different, bordering on non-human, would he recognize you?
Can I ask if you can write some random headcanons for some of his variants??(like viltrumite mark, shiesty/cowboy mark, sinister mark, lensless mark, Omni mark, mohawk and full masked mark) š
THANK YOU, ANON.
Here's (Nicknames they'd call you + Random headcanons at the end) :D
Nicknames Theyād Call You
Because each Mark has his own way of expressing (or suppressing) his feelings for you.
Alternate Invincible/Reader
ft: Viltrumite Mark, Sinister Mark, No Goggles Mark , Omnivincible, Mohawk Mark, Fully Masked Mark , Striped Mark, UNmasked Mark
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Omnivincible - Pet, my mate, my little human
Omnivincible doesnāt see you as his equal, but that doesnāt mean he doesnāt cherish you. He calls you pet with a sickening amount of affection, stroking your cheek like heās admiring his favorite possession. When he calls you my mate, itās always with this deep, territorial rumble, like heās reminding himself that you belong to him. And little human? That one slips out when heās being softāwhen heās tucking you into his side after a battle, or when he lets you trace the scars on his arms.
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Mohawk Mark - Babe, punk, little menace
Mohawk Mark has a carefree and rebellious spirit that shines through in everything he does. He calls you babe casually, showing his affection without overthinking it. When he calls you punk, itās a playful nickname that reflects his appreciation for your boldness and attitude. And little menace is a cheeky way of acknowledging the trouble you get into together, with a hint of admiration for your adventurous nature. He loves the energy you bring into his life, making every moment feel electrifying and full of excitement.
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Sinister Mark - Annoyance, pest, my toy
He swears he doesnāt care about you. Youāre just an annoyance, always poking your nose where it doesnāt belong. A pest who lingers in the back of his mind when he should be focusing on more important things. But when he lets his guard down? When itās just the two of you in the dead of night, and heās watching you with something unreadable in his eyes? Thatās when he calls you my toy. His voice is low, almost dangerous, and heās daring you to prove him wrongāto show him you mean more to him than that.
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Target/Striped Mark - Lowlife, my dear, little thing
To Target Mark, youāre a weak little human, and he reminds you of that constantly. āStay out of my way, lowlife,ā he sneers, but thereās something almost possessive in the way he says it. When heās in a rare good mood, he might call you my dear, drawing it out with that infuriating smirk. And when you surprise himāwhen you fight back, when you show him youāre not as breakable as he thoughtāthatās when he calls you little thing. His voice goes soft, almost fond. Youāre not his equal, but you intrigue him.
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No Goggles Mark - You, idiot, my weakness
Heās so angry at himself for caring about you. Youāre an idiot for staying by his side, and heās an idiot for letting you. When he calls you you, itās always laced with frustrationāāYou. Get out of here.ā But you never do. And that makes you his weakness. He wonāt admit it, but the way his hands linger on you, the way his voice breaks when he thinks youāre hurtāitās undeniable.
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Viltrumite Mark - Beloved, my reason, treasure
Viltrumite Mark has no need for petty human emotions, or so he tells himself. But when he holds you, when he looks at you like youāre the only thing keeping him tethered to this world, he calls you beloved. His reason. His treasure. He says them with quiet reverence, his forehead pressed to yours, like heās trying to commit you to memory in case he loses you.
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Unmasked Mark - Hope, light, angel
Youāre the only thing good left in his world. Hope is what he calls you when he looks at you like he wants to believe in something again. Light is whispered under his breath when you smile at him, when you pull him back from the edge. And angel? That oneās different. That oneās said in a cracked voice, in a moment of pure vulnerability, like heās afraid youāll disappear if he says it out loud.
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Fully Masked Mark - My love, precious, mine
Heās obsessed with you. He doesnāt just love youāhe needs you. My love is murmured like a prayer, over and over again, as he pulls you closer. Precious is spoken with an almost painful tenderness, as if heās terrified of breaking you. But mine? Mine is the one he says with raw desperation, with a steel grip around your wrist, with a look in his eyes that says heāll never let you go.
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RANDOM HEADCANONS
Omnivincible-
- He views you as a treasured possession, and any threat to your safety sparks his ruthless side. He'll eliminate anyone he perceives as a danger to you without hesitation.
-His affection often comes with an unsettling undertone, as he sees you as a part of his empire. He may stroke your cheek affectionately, but itās always with an intensity that says youāre his and his alone.
- He struggles with guilt over his conquests and often tries to ease that burden by keeping you close. He wants to ensure you never feel the weight of his actions, even if it means manipulating your perceptions of the world around you
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Mohawk Mark
-He drags you into chaotic escapades, often without a second thought. The thrill of danger exhilarates him, and he finds joy in testing boundariesāeven if it leads to reckless decisions.
-He loves to tease you, calling you babe and punk with a playful smirk, but thereās an edge to his playfulness. He enjoys watching you squirm and will push your buttons just to see how far he can go.
-Beneath his carefree facade lies a cunning strategist. He revels in the chaos he creates, and while he enjoys your company, heāll never hesitate to put his own desires first, even if it puts you at risk.
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Sinister Mark
-He views you as a possession, often declaring you my toy in a way that sends chills down your spine. His fixation grows darker, making you both intrigued and terrified by his affection.
-He often displays affection in morbid ways, like collecting small tokens of your presenceāthings youāve touched or worn. He might kiss your lips a little too hard, deliberately biting them to draw a bit of blood, relishing the taste as a reminder of his connection to you.
-He revels in the fear he instills, often letting you see the darker sides of his nature. When he whispers twisted fantasies to you, he may lean in close and trace the cut on your lip with his tongue, ensuring you know that your pain and pleasure are intricately linked in his mind.
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Target/Striped Mark
-He revels in his superiority and constantly reminds you of your place beneath him. Calling you lowlife is a power play, a way to assert his dominance while simultaneously being drawn to you.
- In rare moments of vulnerability, he might let his guard down, but itās often laced with condescension. When he calls you my dear, thereās a mix of arrogance and genuine fondness, a battle within himself.
- He enjoys keeping you close, but itās always with an agenda. Heāll use you as a pawn in his plans, making it clear that your existence serves his interests above all else.
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No Goggles MarkĀ
- Mark thrives on chaos and enjoys provoking reactions from you. His wild grin and giddy laughter reveal how much he relishes the destruction around him, and he finds joy in scaring you just as much as he enjoys the thrill of battle. He might playfully challenge you to hit him, genuinely excited about the pain, seeing it as a game to push your limits.
-He has a twisted sense of affection, mixing playful teasing with darker impulses. When he holds you close, itās with an intensity thatās both possessive and thrilling. Heāll laugh off injuries, encouraging you to hit him or even react violently, finding a strange delight in the way you both navigate fear and excitement together.
-Despite his unpredictable and dangerous nature, Mark possesses an unsettling charm. He can switch from terrifying to oddly sweet in an instant, making it hard to decipher his true intentions. He might grip your shoulders tightly, leaning in close with a mischievous glint in his eye, leaving you both intrigued and unsettled by his unpredictable behavior.
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Viltrumite Mark
- He tries to suppress his feelings for you, believing that emotions are a weakness. But beneath that facade lies a man whoās torn between duty to the empire and his desire for you.
-He views his love as a weakness, and though he tries to push you away, he often pulls you closer when it suits him. Your presence is comforting, but he sees it as a distraction from his greater goals.
- When he admits feelings for you, itās in a way that reflects his indoctrination. He may see you as a potential ally in his conquest, complicating your relationship with his ulterior motives.
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Unmasked Mark
- Your presence serves as a reminder of what heās lost, and he often feels unworthy of your affection. He fights against his darker instincts, wanting to protect you but fearing he might hurt you instead.
- He admires you deeply, but his self-loathing often leads him to push you away. Heāll call you hope in moments of desperation, longing for the innocence you represent.
-While he cherishes you, he sees you as a light in his darknessāa burden he feels guilty about. He fears what he might become, yet he clings to you in hopes of redemption.
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Fully Masked Mark
- Heās utterly obsessed with you and will go to extreme lengths to keep you by his side. His possessiveness often leads him to isolate you from others, believing heās protecting you.
- He sees you as his salvation from the horrors of his world, and while he loves you fiercely, he often intertwines that love with his darker impulses.
-When he wraps his arms and legs around you, itās a desperate attempt to feel whole. He often whispers sweet affirmations, but thereās a darkness lurking beneath his devotionāan ever-present fear of losing you to the world heās created.