summary: mark teaches his viltrumite girlfriend about oral sex
cw: nsfw, cunnilingus, hair pulling, face fucking, mark is down bad, etc.
Mark likes kissing—meeting your mouths together again and again until his inexperienced lungs are burning for air and he’s forced to pull away. Even then, he touches your noses together, cradling your face in his warm hands and kissing the corners of your lips.
“Let me,” he babbles, breath hot and damp against your mouth, “let me eat you out. Please.”
You pause, briefly trying to decipher what he could possibly mean this time. Humans have so many different names for things. They also have that especially annoying habit of using metaphors instead of actually saying what they mean. Could this be one of those?
Though he does kiss you like he’s trying to eat you alive—hungry and deep, biting at your lips and sucking your tongue into his mouth with soft, satisfied sounds in the back of his throat that make your skin prickle and grow hot.
You frown, frustrated, “Is that not what you’re doing?”
“No, it’s,” his throat bobs as he swallows, then licks his lips. He tugs at the waistband of your borrowed sweatpants (wonderful human clothing, in your opinion), runs a finger over the hair between your legs and ventures further down to feel the warm wetness gathered there.
Mark lets out one of those soft little whimpers that makes it feel like your blood is on fire. You watch him silently, tilting your head when he tugs the sweatpants down and goes along with them on his knees. His hands nudge your thighs, and you widen your stance to give him space. He plants a kiss on your clit, then takes it between his lips and sucks. Pleasure crackles up your spine and sizzles down your limbs.
You experimentally rock forwards, releasing an admittedly shaky sigh through your mouth, and slip a hand into his soft, windswept hair. He opens his eyes, looks up at you through his lashes with those sweet brown eyes he inherited from his human mother. Mark’s hands go around, greedily groping at your ass, encouraging you to keep moving. He drags the flat of his tongue along the seam of your cunt, dips it into your hole with a hungry groan.
You tighten your hand into a fist, give his hair a sharp tug, and he whines against you. The vibrations make your hips stutter in their rhythm, and you make a little disgruntled noise at the loss of control.
Mark’s nails dig into your skin, hard enough to gravely harm someone more fragile—weaker. You, however, will have bruises at most. His pupils are blown wide, the color of his eyes gone black. The look he gives you is so pathetic that it makes you shiver in delight. Were it anyone else, their skull would be crushed under your heel.
His mouth is smeared with your arousal, and it drips down his chin in thick, glossy rivulets when he pulls back. “S’okay. Just—just use me,” his voice is raw, his words slurred with a need you’ve only heard when he’s inside you. “Keep going. Fuck my face.”
He’s giving you the green light—again, one of those human idioms, not yours. You grasp the sides of his skull (gently, you don’t want to hurt him) and guide him back between your legs.
Soft, whiny moans are muffled against you, uttered between obscene sounding slurps and greedy gulps. Your breathing quickens, hips rolling and bucking into his hungry mouth—swiping your swollen clit against that cute, slightly upturned nose of his—while your hands hold him however you please. Like always, he’s more than eager to let you take control, pliant under your touch and gripping your legs like you’re the only thing keeping him upright.
Eventually, you feel your release come with a wave of wetness, which he desperately laps up and nuzzles his nose against your clit to coax more out of you until the tension bleeds from your body. You sigh in satisfaction, then slowly release him to let him catch his breath. He rests his head against your thigh, nuzzles against your skin with a drunken smile. You thoughtfully pet his head, softly scratching at his scalp.
“You have to let me do that again,” he nearly begs, lower face and neck drenched in your juices.
“Sure.” You say without hesitation, fascinated with human creativity. His breath catches in his throat when your foot brushes against the wet, bulging shape of his cock through his pants. “What else can you show me?”
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Summary: You’re a secret viltramite on earth. After Nolan abandoned his post and couldn’t complete his one mission you stepped in, trying to convince Mark, but you couldn’t convince him to join the right side so now you two have to fight. But what happens when you fight your boyfriend and the adrenaline rush leads to something other than fighting?
Warnings: Smut 🔞, Fighting, swearing, reader is a female, reader gets her nose broke
A/N: I wrote and edited this in a day😭 I just had the idea pop in my head and I just had to get it out.
“Mark.”
“NO.” Your boyfriend runs a hand through his hair. “God…literally fuck you.”
It was a hot day. You stood there with your arms crossed, starting to sweat through your tank top now. The heat was making this even more irritating. It had been about a week since Nolan left and it was right before his fake funeral. You decided to confront Mark outside his house…maybe try to convince him yourself to join the cause. Nolan clearly was a failure at that, oh well, but now it was your turn.
“Mark, stop that. You know I love you. You love me. This is for a good cause!”
“Shut the fuck up, seriously. First, my dad….now YOU?”
He steps towards you so you step back a bit. You don’t want to fight him. You’ve known him for years. He’s never yelled at you, got aggressive…anything. You’re not too shocked by the reaction though..sure, the timing could’ve been better, but now has to be the time. Nolan is a dirty fucking traitor who ran away because he KNEW you were coming for him for not doing what he was supposed to. And if not you then the others.
It was his idea after all. To get Mark to fall in love with you and slowly convince him to help take over the planet. His words to be exact actually was he got distracted with Debbie, had a child and became attached…and obviously so; but you ended up falling in love with Mark too. Not part of the plan. It was embarrassing to admit really but it is what it is. You cared for him, but god, why couldn’t he just open his stupid eyes? The Viltrumites just want to help. It’s the humans fault if they get killed trying to resist. Right?
“Listen to me… We just want to help. Surely, Nolan explained that to you, right?” You say reaching a hand out but Mark promptly slaps it away.
“So, WHAT?! You guys just want to kill people.” He spat, face reddening and his chest rising and falling quickly.
“No one wants to kill anyone. But..”
“BUT NOTHING.”
“Mark-” you’re cut off from him shoving you harshly. So harsh that you stumble back a bit.
You instinctively get into a fighting stance, but no…no you don’t want to fight him. Anything, but that please…
“What? What? Huh?! You’re gonna beat me to a pulp too?! Push me through a moving subway too!?”
“Please, stop Mark. Please, I don’t want to do this.”
Another harsh shove. It’d be one thing if you were a regular human girl, but you assumed him knowing what you are now changed things. He started to float in the air. No suit, just the clothes he showed up in. A white tee and gray sweat shorts.
You stare into his eyes almost pleading, slightly confused by what he’s not understanding. If he cared so much about these….people, then why not allow the Viltrumites to step in and help this race get stronger?
You only arrived here from Viltrum about 10 years ago. You didn’t age much since then but you still appeared middle school aged. After you were found and adopted by some random couple you were soon enrolled into Mark’s middle school. That’s how you met him and eventually how your “parents” met Nolan and Debbie.
You could tell instantly this was Omni man. He’d been here for years so they sent you to see what was up. Mark was almost a splitting image of him and you immediately put two and two together even at your young age. Saying he was embarrassed was probably an understatement when you revealed yourself to him one day when you were “13”.
Nothing was the same since that day.
Nothing.
You genuinely did not want to hurt Mark, but the way his fists were balled up and his teeth were gritted,….
“Mark-”, you started once again.
“Shut. Up.” His scarred lip curled into an intense frown now. This was it. It was too late to convince him to stop. He continued with, “I’m not going to let ANYONE conquer my planet. I don’t care about viltrumite anything! I don’t care if you guys are trying to “help”.”
You didn’t respond. What could you say? It was clear he wasn’t going to be convinced anytime soon. You sighed and balled your own fists.
“I guess every couple fights at least once, huh?” You sighed. It was really more to yourself, but you almost forgot Mark had just as good ears as you.
Immediately, “What!? You think this is funny?!”
You didn’t get to respond as he soon launched towards you, landing a punch to your gut. You struggle and gasped as it was unexpected. It wasn’t enough to leave a mark or anything. You knew that. It wasn’t Mark’s style to kill, especially when it came to anyone he cared about.
But, did he really just do that? Oh, Mark…
And so it begins. You spring into the air pulling him by the shirt. You were unexpectedly more angry than you thought. If only you could get him to actually fucking listen for once. And something about him saying this was his planet….ugh. He doesn’t understand how weak and useless these people are to space.
You flung him to the ground once you were high enough. He had fiercely thrashed and clawed against you while in the air, tearing your shirt a bit in the process but never striking you again. He still cared. Maybe he didn’t want to fight either.
He landed with a loud thud with a huge puff of air immediately followed.
“We don’t have to do this.” You yelled once more. “Don’t fight this…”
No response. You couldn’t see him through the smoke that came from the landing as it hadn’t cleared completely yet but you knew he wasn’t dead.
Then, a yell as he again rose from the smoke and attacked you once more. He’s throwing punches you can easily dodge, grunting and yelling like he’s giving it all when you know he’s not. He’s weak but not…this weak.
You block his punches, dodge, land a couple of your own… you were a skilled fighter of course, but Mark despite hardly training was just as good.
The air was thick with fury and rage as you guys are just spinning and fighting in the air now. One punch landed you right in the face with a sick cracking noise from your nose following soon after. Ouch.
He broke your nose…
He actually broke your nose.
You both briefly stop for a moment. A hand instinctively raising to your nose to see blood leaking and covering your hand. Your eyes flicker to Mark as you see him hesitate. He doesn’t move, but behind that still an angry expression was a hint of concern. You smiled through the pain which only forced the confusion to show more. You push him back to the ground once more once you realized he was caught off guard enough.
You landed next to him in the street as he sprung up once more and you two started fighting and wrestling once more. You knocked him over a couple of more times, getting swift jabs in on his sides, but he keep getting up just as quick. Blood from your nose splattered everywhere landing on the ground, on yourself and Mark as you keep throwing punches and even some kicks. You tackled him and pushed him through his living room window (thank god Debbie wasn’t home to see this) and you landed with him in his lap, your hands pressed on his chest.
“You ready to listen?” You panted. Blood still dripping from your nose on his chest. You ignored the pain catching your breath hoping he’d stop. He’s pretty bruised up now, wasn’t this enough?
He didn’t respond but he just stared into your eyes catching his own breath. You almost started to admire how he looked underneath you until he quickly started to push you off of him, succeeding and quickly reeling his hand back. You blocked it just in time standing and started throwing your own punches his way repeatedly.
You two knocked into furniture violently. He backed into the cabinets causing Debbie’s glasses to fall and loudly shatter behind, and around him with some shards flying and slicing you. You tripped over a potted plant at one point trying to dodge a punch and once you landed on the ground he was immediately straddling you now.
You’d push him off if he wasn’t so pretty and literally your boyfriend who you weren’t supposed to fucking love in the first place. His hair stuck to his face as it was covered and dripping with sweat, a black eye was slowly forming which you felt a bit guilty for and his lip was now cut again. He panted once more as his hands wrapped around your throat, not tight enough to choke you but…enough. Enough to turn that adrenaline into something else.
A moment passed again. The universe must be saying something for you both to end up in this position over and over. And Mark must be saying something because you see him getting hard through his shorts. You guessed his adrenaline was going somewhere else too.
And, Jesus, did he look hot all sweaty and angry above you like this. Your sweet silly Mark, now suddenly the complete opposite.
You struggled a bit, almost still wanting to fight until he muttered darkly, “What? It’s like you said, don’t fight it…”
You watched as the anger in his eyes slowly turned into lust. Dangerous lust. Watching as he bit his lip, and muscles flexing as he tightened his grip ever so slightly. You let a moan slip and it was over.
He leaned down immediately to kiss you. His lips were still soft just like before but now with that irony taste of blood. Something about him was just so addicting. The way he growled as you reached to grope him through his pants, the way his grip tightened more so now you did struggle to breathe… the way his tongue fought yours violently like he was trying to eat you. Like he wanted to taste your final breath.
When he let go you gasped for air. You weren’t weak so no time soon when you were going to signal him to let go but a part of you also enjoyed the thrill. He only let go to fling off his shirt and yank his pants down his thighs. You almost froze eyeing his physique especially glistening like this with his sweat.
“Take your fucking clothes off.” He says harshly staring you down while simultaneously stroking himself. His tone and behavior slightly caught you off guard as you froze, and he snapped you out of it quickly by grabbing your face with one hand fiercely and barking, “Now.”
You start pulling your tank off your head as he pulled your shorts off, soon following your panties.
“Why does your underwater have the fucking viltrumite symbol on it?” He snickered eying the damp fabric. He proceeded to wave it in your face but all you could see was his muscles flexing in his arms, veins popping. Adrenaline was still rushing through your own body, but you could tell the same was for Mark.
“Some of us actually appreciate our heritage.” You spit back smirking. You wished deep down you wore something more attractive though.
“All of you are so weird.” He said spitting directly on your cunt. You flinched and fought back a moan as he promptly started to slowly finger you right after.
“You can barely fight, what makes you think you can fuck?” You try to say it with confidence, still slightly passed at him but more at yourself for allowwimg this to happen. Instead it comes out airy, filled with need because he’s fingering you with two fingers now with his thumb pressing your clit.
“Says the virgin.” He laughed dryly.
Now you’re more pissed. You told him that as a secret. Who does he think he is?
“What makes you thin-”, you start but you’re cut off by him roughly kissing you once more, and at some point he bites your lip, drawing blood. He licks it before you do.
He muttered a “shut up” as he kissed down your neck quickly and impatiently. At some point he stopped fingering you, and you almost whined at the loss. He pulled away to lick his soaked fingers clean with his tongue, moaning as he stared into your soul. You almost take this chance to his him again, which you actually do, but he stops you and swiftly flipped you over so you’re on all fours now.
A calloused hand pushes your face down before you try to get up, and another hand pressed down on your back forcing your arch a bit more.
“Don’t fight it.~” He says almost mockingly. You groan feeling him as he lined his tip against your entrance.
“Stop….saying that. If you’d just listen for once-”
“Nope.” He says that as he pushed his full length into you. The stretch forced a long lengthy moan out of you. It hurt so good.
Mark wasted no time moving either, groaning himself as he thrusted slowly. It was almost like he was savoring how your walls felt around him. It took you a minute to get used to his size, especially being inexperienced.
“Fuckk.”, He groaned deeply.
His hands grip each side of your hips as he steadied himself. Sweat dripped onto your back side now as he hovered above you. You felt your ass ripple each time his hips met it and his hands tighten as you playfully squeezed him. Hearing his breath hitch each time gave you a thrill once more.
Until he started pounding you harder and deliberately aiming for your sweet spot. You didn’t think he’d find it so fucking quick but oh he did. It wasn’t long before you were seeing stars. At this point you’d knew you wouldn’t last long at all in this position.
Then, Mark flipped you over once more, pushing your thighs by your head and forcing you into a mating press. Strangely, you felt very exposed suddenly as he stared at you like you were a piece of meat. You reached to attack him once more until he harshly grabbed your wrist, brows furrowed and a growl escaping his throat once more before he started fucking you again.
“I’m not gonna stop until you say you won’t take over Earth.” He spat slightly whimpering.
“Guess we’re gonna—fuck—be here awhile, h-huh?” You smiled up at him.
He didn’t respond. He just fucked you harder now. Angrier. One hand was around your throat with another on your hip holding you in place. It was almost like he had done this before.
This lasted awhile. Only the slick, sloppy sounds of skin meeting and desperate noises filled the damaged living room. You were lucky you two ended up on a rug of all places. Your thighs were slick and covered his lower half with juices. Blood still ran a bit from your nose down your face, your bitten lip now swollen.
At some point he was fucking you so good your hands reached around his back and just scratched. He whined but kept going, and going, and going. It was almost like he was pissed. His hand tightened again so you could barely breathe and you were getting closer.
And him rubbing your swollen clit wasn’t helping. Your mind was spiraling and your limbs felt like putty. He leaned by your ear, messy damp hair falling on your shoulders as he kept muttering sick, lewd things into your ear about how he was going to fill you up until you beg him to stop. How soon you two have your own viltrumite child. How you felt so damn good around him, so tight and warm….
All of it simply sent you over the edge as you shook violently. You never felt this much pleasure in your life. Never. You almost couldn’t see with how good this orgasm was. You sounded like a broken record as you came around him, scratching his back once more. He kissed you again, damn near eating all your moans and whines.
You didn’t come down from your high for 5 minutes and all the while Mark still fucked you.
“Ready to join my side?” He said simply, thrusting slowly chasing his own orgasm. You were getting overstimulated and kept quivering...but viltrumites do not back down from missions so easily so…
“Never.”
“Okay, suit yourself.” He chuckled as he picked up the pace once more. He proceeded to pick up your discarded underwear and shove it in your mouth to “keep you quiet”.
Deep down you knew there was truly no convincing him. And deeper down you didn’t care.
"You heard me," Rex shook his head with such disapproval, "First you had Eve, then Amber," he tutted, "and now you've got this Viltrumite hunk putting you through the ringer every night."
Mark stammered, shaking his head frantically, he could hardly get a word out in his defence. "At least save some for the rest of us poor saps," Rex huffed.
"He—we—I—" Mark's was grew redder and redder, "we're not like that!" You were very much, in fact, like that.
"Mhmm," Rex scoffed, "tell that to those hickeys on your neck." There were more than just hickeys from what Mark saw this morning, but he keeps quiet and chooses to die of embarrassment instead.
Hoi hoi I absolutely love your alien biology for viltumites and was wondering if you'd even thought of mark sliding into the slit and the reader teasing with the prehensile appendage
Mark Grayson x viltrumite male reader
Rambles
I love alien anatomy, and alien with their curious (half) human lover.
I’m assuming this is the same reader as in the kinktober prompt, which you can read here.
At some point after your guys whole discovery and the start of what might be a relationship, of some kind, you go back to earth with Mark. Or at least, you stick around that part of the galaxy.
He intrigues you, and like most viltrumites we see in the series, you start thawing at actual affection and attention.
And Mark, now that you guys aren’t bloody and trying to rip each other apart, has time to fantasize. For the most part, when you two get down and dirty, it’s Mark getting pulled, bitten, licked, whatever.
Being completely naked isn’t seen as a vulnerability for you, but you are still more curious about his weaker body. And you can’t help but tease his breeding appendage, aka, you jerk him off, a lot, or attack him with your mouth because he moans so nicely.
Mark has more than once thought about your slit, and the prehensile appendage you exposed to him, and one he’s felt in his mouth. The first time he almost threw up, as your breeding appendage just shoved down his throat. But Mark’s gotten more used to it.
Up until this point you haven’t let him take any dominant position or role, as that makes everything inside you roar in disagreement. But all the love and affection you get from Mark, starts to lower your walls little by little.
Until you one day simply step up and stand right beside Mark as he’s trying to do something on his laptop, naked as the day you were born. You've coaxed your slit open, but your appendage is kept inside.
Mark, being Mark, has imagined this quite a lot, even if the fantasy changes sometimes. He just sits there, mouth cracked open and eyes wide, almost like he’s scared to move, like you might just be his imagination.
Huffing loudly, you sit down on his desk, which creaks loudly, buckling from the weight of your muscle. Doesn't matter how big or small you are, viltrumites weigh a good amount.
Mark might think he’s died and gone to heaven when you scoff and spread your thighs, his ears barely picking up you saying something about, allowing him to penetrate you this once.
A viltrumite slit isn’t really anything special to look at. Theres no wild fluids gushing out and no bundle of nerves to tease and pinch. That doesn’t stop Mark from getting lightheaded as all his blood rushes downwards.
It's kinda cute how he scambles, tearing his jeans and boxers on accident. Mark, being as sweet as he is, will press his tip against your slit, and then look at you with those warm eyes of his and ask if you really want it, just to make sure.
And maybe your face warms up more than you’re used to, and maybe your heart flutters, but you won’t mention it. Instead, you give your answer by grabbing his hip and pulling him in.
Mark is the only one of you two that moans, but he moans enough for it to count. He trembles so pretty, face tucked into your neck, gnawing at the thick skin of your throat, like its instinct at this point.
Mark thinks all he’s gonna get is getting to fuck your slit, his cock producing enough pre to slick it all up even without your body’s assistance, and that is more than enough. Enough for Mark to start whining and getting teary as his knees shake. It’s adorable.
But your lover is in for a surprise when he feels something tease his cock inside your body, Mark giving a jolt as something teases his tip, teasing his foreskin and the sensitive glans.
It's enough to make you huff a chuckle as Mark bends like you’ve punched him in the stomach, his face smearing drool all against your chest and stomach as he tries to thrust, but he’s trembling too much.
Mark can’t possibly get any more flushed, but damn does his body try, as you coo at him, leading his hips for him as your breeding appendage keeps teasing, squeezing and pulling at his cock as it’s inside your body.
Of course it’s not enough for him to spill inside you just once, and at some point, you sit Mark down on his chair so you can ride him.
The chair breaks, obviously. Which just means you end up holding Mark in some slightly strange position so you can keep riding his cock with your slit, letting your breeding appendage do quite a lot of work on the inside.
Our dear Mark will be such a flushed and wet mess, wet from his own drool and tears. And maybe I really like the mental image of a shaky Mark, barely able to feel his legs, still crawling between his viltrumite lovers legs to eat out their slit.
You don’t feel pleasure from it like a human, but the sight gives enough mental pleasure to make it good. And I feel we all agree that Mark would look so pretty when he cries.
Synopsis: The virus that took millions was gone, the empire's glorious days were gone, the claws of the disease running through his veins were gone, his father was gone among the corpses before his eyes...but the memories he had with you were not gone.
!!Words Count 1,9k!!
!!Warnings: Entirely flashback-based and centered on angst, reader gg, gender is not specified. Angst isn't really my thing,I'm just good at imagining scenarios!!
That familiar bottle. When Nolan saw that damned familiar liquid, he stepped back as if he would be attacked the moment he took another step forward. His gaze shattered with horror, disbelief and helplessness. His brows, like his eyes curled upward in pain. It couldn't be real, this wasn"t it. But his heart, aware of the truth, reflected that pain in his voice as well, "What?..what is that?*
Unaware of the terrible fracture he was living through, that voice introduced the curse he knew all too well down to his veins. "The Scourge Virus."
The sheer lack of emotion in that voice made something inside Nolan break even further. He moved closer to the virus behind the protective glass, that horror on his face…that fracture—he didn' even care about his reflection in the glass. Not now. Not after seeing this damned thing again after so many centuries. He wanted to steady his breathing, to find a logical explanation in his mind but no—he couldn't contain himself. "But improved…how?" How had that virus, the one that took everything from him in ways he couldn't even begin to imagine, advanced this far…
Instead of the fragility in his voice reflecting onto his body, the anger tightening his body held him rigid. "How do you have this?" His words carried nothing but the promise of a great disaster. His body was stretched tight, like a thread about to snap.
And despite all of that, that bastard behind him remained so calm, so at ease. Those damned words spilling from his mouth…"Because I was the one who created it." He lunged as if he could grab the man by the throat in a single motion and choke those cursed words back into his mouth. "You…" As he tightened his grip around his throat as if he wanted to tear him apart, the words still slipped from his lips, unwilling to believe. Yet that voice sharp with pain broke toward the end.
"You…" the younger version of those same hands had also wrapped around that pale neck, meant to finish it. But… "Do you know…what you did?" His eyes began to vein over as if they carried every layer of pain. Did he know what he had made him do… "How many suffered and died." What he had made you do…what he had put you through…
How could he ever forget the sensation of that blood bursting from his hand onto his face. For the rest of his life, it made him feel dirty, those stained spots he could never forget no matter how much he scrubbed.
He still clearly remembers the cold shower he took right after he was stained by your blood…
With ragged breaths as if he were drowning, he dragged that oxygen into his lungs and under the cold water his muscles moved with a slowness that lagged behind time. His left hand went to his right bicep, trying to scrape the crimson liquid running with the water off his body. As his hands scrubbed the same spot over and over, they moved upward. His hand settled on his shoulders then his neck. With dull shrunken eyes he watched the pink water flowing around his bare feet. That shade the same color as the lips you had before the disease ever touched you. As if it had taken you with it, it slipped away down the drains.
Nolan choked on the breath he took, his body tensing as if struck hard, his back collapsing even further. He tightened his fingers around his neck. Just like he did to you, he squeezed his own throat. To die…
He only wanted to die. As he cut off his own breath, leaving marks on his neck, he tightened his grip even more. He should break it. No—he should choke in the most painful way, he didn't deserve a quick death. With his trembling face, beginning to bruise, he kept mercilessly strangling himself under the water. It had to end, it had to end, but…his parted lips trembled from the lack of air.
As his face twisted with helplessness, his eyes quickly filled and overflowed. But…he didn’t want to forget how you turned against the cold wind blinking your lashes, how every strand of your hair was brushed by nature. With the last oxygen reaching his brain that moment flashed, and when he saw those soft eyes again meeting his with a calm yet deeply affected gaze, he let out a harsh gasp, tearing his hand from his throat as he collapsed to the ground.
"It's quite a beautiful planet isn't it, Nolan?" Just like you were never aware of your own beauty, you were praising something else again. That warm voice faintly remembered from his past, made it feel as if it was truly soothing his trembling back right now. "Y/n…" the words that slipped from his lips as he cried felt just as vivid as the your name he had once taken so carelessly that day.
"Y/n," he narrowed his eyes slightly against the sun brushing his face as he walked toward the hill, "we came here to conquer, not to admire." those bluetoned eyes of his were shining more than usual. But it couldn't be said whether it was because of the sun or the dreamlike view in front of him.
With that sigh that always stirred a strange ache inside him, you tilted your head slightly your lips flattening as you looked at the sulk on his face. The same experiences, close ages, similar moments and yet the same odd differences. Nolan still remembered, in the most jarring way that he had felt things he wasn't supposed to feel. That day had felt like the end of his life; he didn't know what to do with those feelings inside him…but now.
"Still we can give them a chance to bow down." With those words a warm smile formed on your face, outshining the sun hitting from behind you. "Really?"
"Really."
He would do anything to keep these feelings alive. He always told himself that. In every moment his eyes met yours, he made that promise to himself. He would protect, not destroy; he would let live, not kill; and…
"I love you…" The way you looked into his eyes waiting for an answer, was a memory he was unfortunately beginning to forget. He would love. He had even forgotten those eyes he was supposed to love until the very end. He was a complete disappointment. What color were your eyes? Did they rival the rich brown of the lands from your first mission, or the green of nature that seemed to leave a kiss everywhere it touched? Perhaps…were your eyes ever similar at all? What those shades reminded him of was hard to put into words. How could the mind be so treacherous.
Those hands drenched in blood every time after you…the way he looked at his palms with regret and helplessness with Mark's words. The same shade again…the same warmth. No, they weren't the same. The warmth that spread across your face when he held you was softer. It was full of tenderness, like your eyes. Those eyes that carried that same gentleness, the ones he could never get enough of kissing your eyelids…
18…someone had step that age again. The son who carried him back to a love he thought he could never feel again. His son. My first son. The son you had dreamed of, the one you never got to have. But he never came. You were 18 too—how could he forget the way you stepped into adulthood? But you never moved on to the next. "What's 17 more years? I can always start again.." Yet…what was 17 years, really? Those 17 years were everything to him. He had carried you through those 17 years. Every single day. Every heartbeat, every breath he stole from your lips. As he looked down at Mark beneath him his fists tightened and his heart grew heavier.
"What will you have after 500 years, Mark?!" The words he spat out in anger were tearing open the wound in his own heart that had begun to fade into oblivion.
After all those years, all that time and you were still 18. And he…
He was at numbers he no longer even bothered to count. Numbers…millions dead, countless bodies he had left to the void. They were all just numbers. Just as his eyes softened at the sight of his father's corpse, they turned just as cold when they shifted to you the one holding his father. You had stood against that virus with him, clinging tightly to his hand among all that was lost. And he…he had added the hand holding him to that pile of numbers as well.
Every time he opened his eyes, the gentle gaze that once greeted him yours had been replaced by Debbie, sleeping peacefully. He loved her too. But could he even say that to you…if he loved Debbie, then what were you? His eyes fall with his thoughts.
What were you really. "A distraction. Don't let it defeat you, soldier." with Grand Regent's words, he finally moved from where he had been frozen. Leaving behind the expectations fixed on him he walked forward. You had always been a distraction—he repeated it to himself with every step he took. If only he had left it at that. If only he hadn't said it out loud. If only…he hadn't seen your eyes, growing within that pure heartbreak on your face.
You were a traitor. And the end of traitors was always the same,you were no exception. As his hand gripped your throat, squeezing your flesh mercilessly, he watched your struggle with anger. He was trying to giving you the most painless death he could, why were you resisting? Wasn't the pain and disappointment you caused him enough? "Filthy dog. I should have gotten rid of you from the beginning." you looked at him with eyes swelling from lack of air. It was the unfamiliarity in those eyes that had stopped him from doing what he should have done from the very start.
Never. You were the one who reached out a hand that had never been offered to him. Again with the sun behind you, there was a worried expression on your face. Back then when he was still child, he could never have imagined that this feeling would exist anywhere outside his own inner world. His eyes widened in shock, parting just like his lips. And ironically, the hand he should have made kneel and then killed, was being offered to him by a Viltrumite without a moment of hesitation. "You did your best," as you extended your free hand even further, "we can continue later, what do you say?" He should have killed you, should have taken the opportunity and erased your mistake the way they had been taught. And yet, as he swallowed with difficulty those thoughts moved down his throat—never to come back up again.
He hesitantly met your hand with his. It was warm. Like blood but reassuring. "Mhm…agreed." You pulled him up sharply. And he snapped your neck just as sharply. As your headless body drifted in the void of space, your bruised darkened face moved in the opposite direction. That face he never remembered again…it didn't even haunt his nightmares anymore. You were simply gone. As if you had chosen to punish him along with life itself.
He ended, believing you were the traitor who created the virus, while you left thinking those horrible words were true. Completely. Believing he no longer loved you. If only both of you had known the truth.
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Thinking about Invicible variants with a muscular female reader.
Imagine Jade Cargill The women's wrestler or the new Absolute Wonderwoman comics if you search them up, like genuinely muscular and not skinny.
It kinda annoyed me that female viltrumites who were supposed to be an idealised image of peak female human strength didn't have barely any muscles, unlike the males who were unrealistically ripped.
Specifically shiesty, mohawk, viltrumite, lenseless, sinister, omni mark and target.
I'm thinking of a scenario like being a hero sent to them in the invincible war.Thanks!
I genuinely think the same, I don’t mind weak Viltumite reader (when written right and not just “uwu reader smoll” which don’t get me wrong is fine if you like it just not as fun in my opinion.) but I prefer the strong readers, both in terms of emotionally and physically.
I wanted to do both Hero Viltrumite Fem!Reader and Villain Viltrumite Fem!Reader, so some I’ll write as reader being on their side and some not. Also some may contain where reader is weaker in strength to Mark (Reader is still strong tho!)
Update: okay so this has been sitting in my drafts for months I’m so sorry for taking so long anon 😭 I hope I got everyone on your list.
Tw: heavy angst, objectification, implied cannibalism, abusive relationships and author’s best attempt to get close to canon as possible.
Mohawk Mark
Reader could be on either side, but he’d definitely prefer you be on his side. Here’s how I imagine you’d meet him.
“Fuck.” Mark muttered from the several layers of rubble. He’d normally be fine and just get up by busting through the several layers with his strength alone, but Mark from this universe had done some serious damage to him. His left leg was broken, badly. Twisted in several different directions and no doubt shattered. He was in pain. “Fuck. C’mon! Hahah, FUCK WHY CAN’T I MOVE. MOVE.” He whisper-yells at himself, “no no I’m fine. It’s okay, I’m just… tired. I want to stay down.”
As he’s gaslighting himself all of a sudden the rubble that trapped him was lifted off
Before He has a chance to continue his line of thought about how he’s choosing to stay down, the rubble above is lifted off. The light from the sun shines in his eye momentarily before the shade you cast from your body blocking the sun happens. There you stand in all your glory, a viltumite uniform hugs your body and he can see every muscle that doesn’t even have to flex even when you’re holding up probably 20 tons of rubble. Even in pain when his eyes lock on with yours his heart skips a phew beats. “Holy shit.” He mutters looking up at you. “Get up.” Is all you say as you throw the rubble you were lifting away from him and into a building a phew blocks away.
He’s out of his mind as soon as he sees you it’s like a chemical in his brain is just screaming at him to have you. I doubt he’d care about labels to be honest all he has in his mind is that you’re his alone and he deserves you. Doesn’t matter what universe you came from, you have to be his. It’s not that he cares about you per-say but because he simply wants you to display on his arm like ‘This is what I have because I am me and you’re not. I’m better.’ So if that means he has to marry you, date you or something else he’s willing.
If you were to become his, He’d definitely encourage you to continue to exercise but only in front of him. He wants you strong as possible and he also wants to keep you just as you are, he doesn’t want you weak or relaxed. He’ll do things that provoke you and make you unhappy to keep you on your toes, he wants you to be better than him that way he all the more satisfaction of you being his. Although I do think he’ll make demands about what you wear. Anything that shows off your muscles would be his go to but in particular your abs and back muscles, I definitely think he’d demand you wear something super revealing just so that way they’re always in his view.
Viltrumite Mark
Okay UNIQUE OPINION but I think he’d like you 10x more if you were actually NOT on his side. Viltumites are known for conquest and strength is a core element in their system so instead of Reader on his side, I’m choosing to do a Viltrumite reader that’s his enemy, like mark you’re half human and your mother was sent down and basically followed a similar path as Nolan, falling inlove with a human.
Weak. That’s what you were supposed to be like his other variants. You’re a viltrumite with not entirely pure blood like him but you still are attached to earth, unlike him. Your eyes burn like a fire that he could get lost in but he doesn’t because he has to pay attention to where you’re hitting. It’s clear you were trained well from your bruising punches and your toned muscles. “Why are you fighting for a planet that’s only purpose is to be subjected?” He scowls as he lands a firm punch to the side of your face sending you flying back a bit from the force, but it’s not enough to knock you over. “Because it’s my home!” You yell as you fly forward knocking your skull against his nose, breaking it to the point blood quickly comes out. He scoffs touching his nose before looking at the blood “You’re home is on Viltrum.” He grabs your hand as you reach out to punch him again and snapping both your radius and ulna bones in your arm. You scream from the pain and the loud crunch from the breaking, your entire body tensing in pain but you refuse to give in and instead while your kneeling in pain you elbow his foot, making sure to return the painful favour.
Relationships to Viltrumites are for reproduction and occasional amusement. I also don’t know their dating or marriage traditions so I imagine it’s just a “we slept together so now we are married” sort of situation. I also doubt they have divorces so I think no matter how you end up with him, you’re stuck with him (and let’s be real the probably 2+ kids you guys make..)
They WANT their partner to be strong, but I doubt Viltrumite Mark would want you to be as strong as him, so he’ll find some way to make sure you stay in check but keep you strong at the same time. So I imagine he’d be EXTREMELY controlling, when you and how often you exercise, what you wear etc. but also emotionally, I don’t know how but I do imagine this man would find an emotional weak point that makes you attached to him, like you’re desperate for praise? Done, he’ll praise you. Desperate for attention? Done he’ll make sure to always stare at you (like he wasn’t before LOL). You want nice things? Done, he’ll spoil you with the things you want. Anything that keeps you compliant and tame, but I don’t think he’d harm you unless you got too weak (strength and mentality wise).
Sinister Mark
Oh boy, no matter what side you’re on or not he’s just fucking evil. Have you SEEN his crime list? Anyways I think his “affection” towards you would be not eating you immediately in the wasteland dimension. I lowkey would’ve gone darker with this one but I just don’t think it would be right unless it’s a fully angst…
“I’m going to spare you, but let’s be clear it’s only because you are the most tasting looking out of all these fucking losers… and you know save the best for last!” He smiles, a twisted and demented grin that makes your blood run cold as he holds your face in a bruising grip. His eyes running along your body before licking his lips like you were the tasted thing he has seen.
He’d also get “food possessive” over you and anyone who tries to eat you.
“BACK OFF SHES MINE.” Mark yells before crushing another Mark’s face in for trying to eat you. He pauses after doing so, before turning to you and smiling. “Hungry?” He sings-songs, doesn’t matter if you aren’t, he’ll force you to eat anyways.
He may be slightly affectionate? But again not in an actual affectionate way…
“You’re so beautiful and tasty looking… promise you won’t struggle when I eat you, ‘Kay?” He smiles, that grin you’ve come to feel like vomiting when you look at. He’s holding you between his lap while stroking your face, then your upper arms, and then thighs. It’s clear he’s just touching the places he wants to eat the most, it sends a shiver down your spine.
Maybe if you entertain him enough, he’ll spare you because he’s also super bored and you’re the most entertaining thing in a world that’s just empty and full of skeletons. Anyways, I think the reason he’d spare you is because of your muscle funny enough.. a “tougher chew is easier to savour.” He’ll probably say.
I’m terrified of him…
Shiesty Mark
Reader will definitely have to be on his side, I think he’d prefer that. Anyways, I don’t know much about him to be honest and there’s barely anything online about him personality wise but I know he’s chill, probably the top phew in chill town out of these guys. You might actually get a kind of successful relationship out of this one?
“FUCK- my arm!” Mark yells holding his broken arm, That’s what he gets for riling up his other variants. He’s covered in bruises and before he can catch his breath a different Mark comes up behind him, intending to do a sneak attack while Shiesty Mark is preoccupied with his arm. Before the other Mark can do any damage to him, you come flying to him. You block the blow with your hand, a smack sound rings out with the other Mark’s fist hitting your palm. Which causes Shiesty Mark to turn around to see you standing behind him, blocking him from the attack to save him. “Don’t fight. We don’t have time for this, focus on the mission.” You warn all the variants as you look around at each of them.
I think Cupid hit him right then and there. He loves your muscles and when you flex he’ll probably hang off of your upper arm, he might even start doing pull ups. Definitely one to encourage you to do what you want and how you want, but he will be a little bastard about it. “You sure you don’t want to just exercise in bed with me instead? I promise it’ll strengthen your core way more.” He’ll regularly tease if you wake up early to exercise. I think he’d probably send you stupid memes and pick stupid fights. Speaking of fights, he’d definitely be the most pettiest out of all these guys, like he’d randomly bring up how you accidentally broke a mug last week, however if you do the same he’d probably yell at you for doing that.. He’s both a hater and a lover. Mainly a hater but he’s loyal, smart, fearless and despite his hundreds of flaws like his massive ego that he flex’s on you constantly and loudmouth that he uses to constantly talk trash and rage bait you, he’s, in the end, in it for fun.
Lensless Mark
Ooo this guy is interesting because like Viltrumite Mark, I feel like he’d definitely prefer you to not be on his side. He’s a bit of a sadist and masochist so he’d need someone to at least rough him up a bit…
You’re sitting on top of him, punching him like a maniac and he if he was being honest he has never been THIS turned on ever in his entire life from you punching him. You’re back blocking out the sun almost making it like you’re shining with an aura of light around you. A mixture of annoyance dawns across your face as he begins laughing, making you pause mid swing and before you can begin to regret that choice to pause your assault he flips you both and starts striking you too.
“I beat you, you beat me, we are perfect together.” Type of relationship, you guys definitely love sparring with one another. It’s like a love language anywhere anytime. You don’t even need the gym as much from how much you’re sparring. There’s very little comfort in his bruises or your own marks you leave on him, only words after.
“I’m so lucky to be beaten by you, genuinely would rather die than be beaten by someone else.” He whispers smiling at you. You’re both sprawled out on the sparring matt, creating a cozy environment you could almost forget the pain you feel. “You’re a freak.” You mutter back before flipping over to which he whines “oh c’monnnn I say something romantic and you say that?” You laugh in his face at that as you turn over again to look at him. “Romantic? That was not romantic. That was you being a freak masochist and us training like we should, nothing else.” You sigh closing your eyes. “Oh please my beautiful muscled princess it so was when we kissed mid spar admit it.” He grinned as you turn your head around to look at him. “I’m not admitting shit.”
Is he with you because he has fun getting beaten and him beating you? Yes. I think he’d probably lose interest if you stopped trying to kill him, he needs to beat you to near death and he needs you to do the same. He’d also lose interest if you got weaker and did less damage to him. But he also hates it if you get too strong he can’t hurt you either. He loves your muscles and body. All the better to get beaten and to beat with!
Target Mark
Doesn’t matter if you’re muscled or not to be honest, He just “likes” you (likes in quotation because I doubt wanting you to be his personal servant is actual romantic interest) also unlike the others I don’t see a scenario of you saving him or being a hero. He’s just kinda a guy that goes “yep you’re mine now.”
Honestly this one is the reason why I put off this ask for like a month because I couldn’t figure out how to write him at the time, but now I have a vague idea!
If you could go back to a week before and tell yourself to avoid this Mark you would’ve. “YOU! Come here, feed me. NOW.” He yells signalling at you to come, you have to do everything in your power to not punch his lights out, because picking a fight with him is almost a death sentence. “HA! Look at you, so strong but serving me so willingly. All because you’re fucking WEAK, all those damn muscles and you can’t compare. So sad. HAHAHA!” He belts, laughing his head off and you look down frustrated. One day you’ll knock his lights out.
He’ll definitely make sure to do everything in his power to keep you weaker (control gym times, meals etc.), but he’ll also spar a lot with you because he absolutely loves watching you try. He’ll yell and scream at you regularly, demeaning all of your hard work that you’ve done to become as strong as you are and it grinds your gears.
If you ever manage to beat him against the odds, he’d be ENRAGED. He spent all that time making you perfect to the point you wouldn’t beat him but never lose to anyone else and now you’ve won? Death sentence for you if you can’t kill him first.
Omni Mark
100% would want you to be already be a Viltrumite and be on his side.
I’m an imagining a marriage of convenience, he’d marry you for strength alone. So it wouldn’t just be ‘oh yay you’re muscular!’ It would be a requirement. Power is nonnegotiable for him. You’re either strong or he’s eliminating you just like his father taught him, he’s indifferent only admiring you for your strength.
It was a regular sparring session between you two, his punches and kicks were unforgivable. No doubt you’d wake up regularly in the night to tend to your wounds, but you didn’t dare to back down. Don’t dare admit you’re anything less than him. He’s cold and methodical, weakness is not optional. Everything about him was planned, his control seeped into everything. There would be no happy marriage for you both, just creating the next generation of superpowered killing machines. “You seem a bit… off today.” His words are cold as you both pause to take a break. Shoot, was it obvious? You give your signature empty smile, a smile that never reached your eyes “I must be a bit tired today considering I’m off my game.” You reply. He mimics you almost mockingly, “I hope you’re not getting weaker.” It’s almost clinical. You hope your heartbeat hasn’t picked up the fear swallowing you whole. He has super senses after all and would pick it up easily. You shake your head at his words, not trusting yourself to give a reply. “Good darling.” Is all he says as he walks away and you swore such a loving nickname never felt more like a threat.
Good luck ever getting a happy marriage out of this guy. The only affection you’ll ever get is cold compliments about your power and strength, sometimes his hand on your shoulder when you do something right, dinners in silence and maybe some equally cold children. You’ll probably find yourself having to regularly make excuses to train alone because you’re so afraid of even struggling in front of him, it’s like a predator waiting for it’s prey to slip up and expose a perfect opportunity to strike.
Sometimes you swear all you see in your future is you breaking down and begging for rest, for an opportunity to be vulnerable. To be weak. But you won’t do that because you know that’ll be the last thing you ever do. So for now you train and get stronger and bask in the empty compliments he gives.
A son. You gave birth to a son. No doubt Mark is pleased from the way he looks over at the child in your arms. “Is he healthy?” Is all he asks, to which you only nod. “Good. I’m sure he’ll grow into an excellent warrior with our genes. I’ll give you some time to rest. I’ll ask the doctor when we will be able to have the next.” He replies before he leaves the room and you have to bite back a sob. There’s no worried check-ins on you, no holding you comfortingly at night and you wondered if you should have spared your child from being born, all so they could avoid having such a man as a father.
A lot of people think hate is the opposite of love, but even hate means you care. Indifference means even if you felt like you were dying someone could just shrug it by.
That’s the type of man Omni Mark is, cruelly indifferent.
So you aren’t completely depressed, Here’s Regular Mark
Even if you aren’t on his side at first, it’s okay in the end you won’t help but be on his side.
"Can't we just talk about this?!" He yells as you throw an entire hill at him. Threw him off a bit but didn't seem to do much, "No." You respond coldly before your fist comes flying at him, but he dodges just as quick. "Why not?!" He squeaks. "Because I don't want to." You answer just as cold as before. His own fists come and collide with your face but you don't stop, just spit out the blood before he goes in for another shot. You shoot out fast and kick him down into the earth creating a crater in the soil. You stand above him triumphantly as he flips himself over, "Give in Invincible. This will only end in bloodshed-" he kicks your legs out before you can say any more. It was a battle that neither of you could predict, your strength being almost exactly equal.
During the battle you both make a bet whoever loses has to do what the other says and despite your confident attitude you somehow lost to him. Of course he asked you to stop trying to colonize earth. You listened mainly because you're so desperate for a rematch, it was the first someone has ever been able to best you. You even help fend off the other vincible variants for that reason alone, no one would get between you and your new toy.
You spent practically every day with him, even staying at his home just to nag him about a rematch and training together. It was only a matter of time until he finally noticed how you're not only gorgeous but insanely ripped.
It started when he tried to get you a hero suit and when you tried to flex, the clothing completely broke around your bicep.
Mark swore in that moment he had never been more attracted and more scared in his life, swallowing a lump in his throat that felt uncharacteristically dry as he looked at your skin tight suit that seemed superglued to every muscle on your body especially your abs. "Can... we possibly get you a looser suit?" He asks nervously as you stare at him. "What? No. A loose suit could prevent me from winning in our next match." You scowl, to which Mark rolls his eyes. "I'm not having a rematch with you?" He answers to which you smirk, "scared of losing Marky?" you taunt as you go to flex, only for your suit to completely rip off your bicep, thigh and torso. You swore you never laughed so hard when you heard Mark yelp and cover his face.
Honestly he just gets nervous when he sees any muscle on you, at first you thought he was afraid but once he unceremoniously told you do you have any idea how crazy hot you are?' you realized he was nervous for entire different reason.
And once you start dating he never is sparse with the comments, both on your strength and your beauty. He is smitten as the word and if you one day get stronger than him, he doesn't care honestly he's just happy he doesn't have to worry about accidentally hurting you like everyone else.
He's the type of man even though he's definitely not perfect he won't let you down. He won't leave you fearfully at any moment he'll hurt you, he won't leave you wondering at night what love is.
And when you both eventually get married and if you decide to have children and/or pets he'll make sure you never not know what being happy ever felt like.
Request: Sonar/Victor x reader who is a viltrumite ? Yes, I'm clashing two of my favourite pieces of media.
Tags: nsfw, Viltrumite! Reader (sent to Earth like Nolan basically), handjob, degrading kink, one time thing, coworkers with benefits
Summary: You want to understand if Sonar has human biology down there or not
wc: ~970
A.N. I didn’t have a lot of ideas for this one, honestly it's kind of bland so I'm sorry if this sucks lol
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“Know that this means absolutely nothing,” you stated clearly.
“That’s fine by me,” Sonar conceded, his voice a low, rough hum, “as long as you let me touch your boobs at least once.”
Sonar was half-human and half-bat, and while the Viltrumite Empire’s rules typically forbade warriors from engaging with lesser species, humans were an unusual exception. Therefore, you had been tasked with locating a willing human to sire an heir, specifically to verify their compatibility with Viltrumite DNA.
He wasn't the human you had selected, of course.
This encounter was more of a ‘verification’ on your part, as you wondered whether he was truly biologically classifiable as human, his partial bat-like biology raising several doubts.
Sonar’s ears twitched slightly, his entire body tensing with every measured stroke of your hand on his now-hardened member. He didn't care at all about the shabby location (a simple public restroom inside a restaurant), his mind was clouded, focused only on the intense sensations you were providing.
“Damn, you’re skilled for someone who claims to have never done this before, I’m finding it hard to believe you,” Sonar commented, his head resting against the cold wall tiles, the pre-cum running down your fingers until it reached the gray fur at the base of his shaft, which continued up to his navel. “I knew you’d learn quickly though.”
You deliberately increased the speed of your movements, clearly pushing him closer to the edge, causing his fingers to curl and an annoyingly high-pitched noise to escape his lips.
“I said no noises, you know how sensitive my hearing is,” you chastised sharply.
“Forgive me, they just come out naturally when you hit the right spots,” another noise escaped his mouth, though this time he managed to contain it, preventing it from being as high-pitched as the others. “I wonder when I’ll get to hear your noises,” he mused, a hopeful glint in his eye.
“Never,” you cut him off, sensing how close he was to climaxing. “This is only a temporary arrangement, which only began because you begged me to do this after I brought you here.”
“And was I wrong to?” he lifted a confused eyebrow. “You were the one who told me you wanted to see my dick in the middle of a party and then led me into the restaurant's bathroom, what else is a guy supposed to think a request like that means?”
As your thumb brushed his sensitive tip, his ears flattened sideways, clearly enjoying the sensation.
“Shit… but next time, don’t say it in front of the rest of the team, okay?”
“My request had no ulterior motives,” you insisted, your hand pausing mere inches from the base of his cock, your fingertips lightly brushing his gray fur. “I merely wanted to check if you possessed human biology down here.”
“That’s strange and unsettling from many points of view,” a grin spread across his pink muzzle. “Which only excites me more… I love freaks.”
Once you resumed your hand movements, it didn't take long for Sonar to ejaculate, his white fluid coating your entire hand, and the bat-like man immediately let out a sigh of relief, feeling finally spent.
“Are you sure you don’t want to take this relationship to the next level?” he proposed, adjusting his boxers and then his trousers, buckling his belt. “I could give you much more satisfaction in a bed than here...”
You washed your hands under the bathroom sink while Sonar watched you with a hint of disappointment, hoping you might have at least tasted his semen, perhaps just to excite him again, but you didn't.
“As I previously mentioned, I have no intention of reproducing with a species that is not 100% human,” you turned toward him, your hands clasped behind your back in your typical military posture, your feet floating just slightly above the floor. “However, I must thank you for teaching me this technique, which might assist me in the future with my human mate.”
“Okay… hm, cool,” Sonar looked genuinely uncomfortable: it wasn't because you were a newly arrived alien who didn’t understand human customs, but your obsession with having children was what unnerved him.
He certainly didn't want any surprises and was the type to wear condoms every single time. He would have done so with you, but you refused to sleep with a hybrid like him, and if you ever did, it would only be for the sake of an heir.
Perhaps you were fundamentally incompatible, despite the fact that he'd had fantasies about you ever since you began working as a hero... maybe you two weren’t just meant to be.
“So now you’ll let me touch your boobs?” he asked, a little intimidated, approaching you with a forced smile, his hands ready to grasp them and feel their softness. “Please?”
With a quick, decisive movement, you took his hands and placed them firmly on your chest, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh through the fabric of your white uniform, and a small, satisfied chuckle escaped him.
“We should do this more often until you find the perfect partner,” he said, raising his eyebrows repeatedly, looking into your eyes and trying to impress you.
“I have more important things to think about, and satisfying the needs of an inferior being like you is not one of them.”
“You’re so cruel,” he leered. “But you’re only making me more excited… you might be forced to take care of my ‘monster’ again if that happens.”
“For your information, it was average,” you removed his hands from your chest and turned your back to him, floating towards the bathroom exit, leaving Sonar frozen behind you.
“The other women who’ve gotten to see it didn’t think so, though…”
concept- mark with a viltrumite reader but she's not as bloodthirsty and violent because she hit her head in a fight and is now sunshiney (like goku in dbz). send post.
