what would mark react if his child was human no blood viltrumite dna just human would he like kill him or her (depends the gender you want) or not?And would the viltrumites react to it especially Nolan mark's dad
Mark would already establish that he wants more than one child, so if one didn't get any powers, the other probably will.
No way he's harming his own, especially when he sees you cradle the child like you're the only two things that exist in that universe.
As for Nolan... here's a blurb:
"What do you mean 'no powers'?" Mark grimaced as he heard his father, he can't back down.
"I mean that there's a small chance where my firstborn won't develop Viltrumite powers." Nolan's fist tightened as he heard his son explain, he should've killed that human the moment the ship approached Viltrum.
He glared down at Mark, and Mark glared back, the spark in that dark gaze reminded him of a distant ghost from earth. "I know my defiant son enough, you won't get rid of the child, will you?"
"I'd rather slit my own throat." He hissed, he could feel a pounding in his head developing from the anger. "You'd kill MY child, over the finite chance of no powers?"
"You'd rather a fragile bag of meat lead our empire?"
"You've been really daring when it came to my children, dad." He spat the word out, like it was an unwelcome taste. "I stand here, a testament of human-viltrum genetics, the first human with Viltrumite powers and the best Viltrumite-"
"Don't get ahead of yourself, son." Nolan spat that tone right back to him, Mark continued. "You saw it firsthand, how my powers were late."
That brought up memories, how Mark would destroy things by accident due to using excessive power, flying out of control, craters in the field from landing practice were still visible even now. "I'd go as far as to say you never expected my powers to come in."
There's an anger lurking in his father right now, waiting for him to say one more wrong thing. He may have been in a position of power but there's always that little boy's anxiety when it came to his own father somewhere deep down.
"Besides." Mark leaned away with a snarky smile. "You don't have a say in what happens to my children, my word comes first."
Nolan mentally berated himself for raising such a smart ass, either that or that tone was genetics from the other side of the family. "You'd better pray to god that kid develops powers."
"I was never really religious." A childish response, but he deserved to drop a smug reply after the ordeals he went through. "If you'll excuse me, I have to attend to my wife and child."
Oooooo I have a viltrumite mark request! How would he and the reader handle having kids? As a viltrumite I assume it would be on the agenda, but how exactly do you think that would go?
Vomitted a small blurb. i apologize. But absolutely, I think Viltrumites want heirs. In this scenario where earth is destroyed, reader is obedient under Mark's affection because there's nowhere to go. It's either death in space or him.
So they'd change the subject or divert his attention to avoid talking about it, having kids was a huge thing and you don't fake-love him enough for that, he'd catch on to the stalling game at some point.
Reader manages to evade him in this blurb, lmk if you want another where Mark finally gets to mark it
Here you go:
"I need your answer, NOW." He'd demand with folded arms, staring down at you as your back was facing him in the bed, dressed in sleepwear while Mark stood above you, shirt was thrown aside, only in comfortable pants. "I asked you multiple times, and you keep changing the subject. When will you give me heirs?"
The way he phrased it disgusted you, maybe if you spoke honestly now, he'd understand. "I don't think I'm ready." You'd explain as you sat up, the sheets slipping down to your waist. "Mark, kids are... a huge responsibility, who's to say we can take care of them properly?"
He seemed to take the bait, sitting on the edge of the bed and facing you with a stoic expression. "I understand you're scared, but we have everything we need, a powerful empire, a comfy bed, clean clothes and warm meals, what more could a child need?"
He dismantled your arguments so impatiently and was closing you in a corner, you had to think of a way out. Fast.
"... y-your.. conquests." You mumbled, the excuse building itself in your head quickly. "... dear, you've been so absent and neglectful recently." A glimmer of hope appears as his expression shifts to guilt.
"Our children should have present parents, parents who aren't busy with invasions." You glance away, keeping your expression away from his eyes. "I know it's your responsibility, but I can't accept, it's not a good time."
His hands clutch the sheets, frustrated as you illustrated your point. "Sweetheart, is that how you really feel? Have I been neglectful?" He cups your cheek and makes you look at him, your eyes downcast as you nod, ensuring to stab the guilt into his heart as you pouted and looked at him with your most vulnerable, saddened, kicked-puppy look.
Mark sighs, hugging you closely, his bare skin warm against you as he caught a whiff of your scent; he's come to associate it with home. "... I'm sorry, I really am. You know I love you, don't you?"
"I love you too dear, but..." You didn't know if he was rambling or if he wanted a response, nonetheless you absentmindedly replied, he continued. "Listen, let's compromise; okay?"
Too much resistance would raise alarm, you listened. "I'll agree to postponing, I have a few more invasions to carry out for the next 2 months, that should be plenty of time for you to think, don't you agree?"
You bought yourself 2 months successfully, nodding twice, although his smile said he expected a yes after those 2 months.
"Good..." his defined hand trailed up your thigh gently, pushing up the cloth and revealing your skin. The mattress sunk down as he pulled you closely, his heartfelt smile turning into an lustful grin. "Now, come here. I missed you."
I would LOVE to see a fic based on your different roles thingy with the variants, especially the pastry chef and idol one! <3
THANK YOU THANK YOU IVE BEEN WAITING RAAAAAAH HERE ARE 2 SNIPPETS not as good as I hoped but I hope ya'll like it
Full-Mask Invincible:
"Is that all, then?" You were sweeter than the desserts in the display case, Mark nodded his head absentmindedly, a light pink dusting his cheeks with a dopey smile, he should say something.
"Yeah.. hey— uh, I... really love the cupcakes you make, I was never a big 'dessert' guy, but yours?" He made a chef's kiss gesture prompting a small laugh from you, embarrassing but effective. "Can't go a day without 'em."
Your smile was adorable as your hard work was praised. "Thank you! I usually have to make them really early and then put them here myself," you explained while gesturing to the kitchen doors in the back then the case infront of you. "Helps that I open before lunch rush."
He nodded in acknowledgment as he tugged out the sum for his dessert's cost from his wallet. "Smart! I'd gladly trample over a few businessmen to get the last few cookies." His joke invoked another laugh, damn. He was on fire today.
As you carefully wrapped up the box and placed it in a paper bag, you caught a glimpse of the cake pops you kept near the register. "Here, two cake pops, on the house!"
His eyebrows went up at that, his mom loved those. "Wait, are you sure? C'mon, you gotta let me pay—"
"I insist! Consider it thanks for supporting local businesses!" God, your smile, your tone. He was ready to melt into a puddle then and there.
. . .
Seeing you again, in a world that wasn't his shook him to his core, he remembers the catastrophe your bakery went through; an explosion. Someone tried to take something away from him and they killed you. baked goods that never got displayed or even tasted, you were crushed under the rubble.
His body moved before his mind could send any commands, shooting straight for you through the clouds, buildings and whatever running civilians remained, his arms clamping down around you.
"It's you— you're alive- I can't believe you're-" his rambling went on as he let out a sigh of relief, your fear and shaking hands unknown to him. "Mark?! What're you doing here?!"
"What do you mean? I'm here for you!" He pulled back, his face fully obscured save for the goggles, you could barely see tears behind the translucent material. "God— you're just as beautiful as you were in my world, come here, it's not safe—"
You snatched your hand back harshly, looking at him with an angered expression. "You're one of them!" You announced, wary. "The psychos running around in Invincible costumes!"
His heart dropped, you never looked at him like that— you were always sweet, soft. As soft as the desserts you made were chewy and sugary.
"(Name), please, don't be scared." He coaxed, his hands opening to you. "Come with me, I'll explain everything if you just co-"
"No! I'm not going anywhere with any of you!" Your rejection stung, sure, he wasn't 'YOUR' Mark, but he was Mark. Was that not enough?
A frustration filled his veins quickly as he grabbed your wrist harshly, tugging you close and ignoring your noises of protest as you came in contact with his chest. "You're scared, I get it." His arm came back around your waist, holding you close. "But I'm not leaving you, not like last time."
"I'll never let you out of my sight ever again."
♡
No-goggles Invincible:
Mark never saw a person as blinding as you are, God, every album you release, you manage to become sparklier. And he would know because he's been following you for a while.
He abused his power to see you worldwide, meet 'n greet in France? Boom, first in line. Exclusive merch release with your album in Japan? He bought the first copy. Concert in Australia? No ticket needed when you're a super-powered alien.
He couldn't believe he was shaking your hand, his newly bought album on the table. "You're even prettier in person!" He grinned, your kind smile making his heart race. "I've been watching you for a while, y'know? Since your Heartthrob Cutie Era!"
"Whaaat?! Really?! That's so long ago! Thank you for your support!" He could die here and he'd be happy, you looked adorable in your newest era outfit, the theme was filled with candy, bright colors, swirls and bows, he could eat you up.
"Thanks for coming by the way! Who do I make this out to?" You held the sharpie in your hand, ready to sign as he restrained himself from telling you to just write that you love him.
"I wouldn't miss this for the end of the world." Mark sighed, glancing down at the album. "Mark, with a K, Grayson."
"To.. my... long-time fan, Mark Grayson!" You signed with practised finesse, his name written with a heart and a parasocial slogan of 'Thanks for the love!♡'
He wasn't getting a wink of sleep after getting home.
. . .
During the time where Invincible work drowned him, he fell behind in supporting you. Missed out on a few albums releases and exclusive releases, the obsession became more casual.
Though the memory of your beaming smile and warm greeting rushed back to him as he spotted you, not as shiny but still you, trying to sneak through the rubble, evacuating too late. He slowly hovered down to the ground behind you, eyes wide as a smile slowly stretched across his features.
"Holy. Shit." Crude, but what else would he say? It's his idol! You turned sharply with a gasp. "It's you! They got a version of you here too?!"
You furrowed your eyebrows, frozen like a deer in headlights as this 'Mark' studied you, no goggles to hide his wandering eyes from taking in your entire form, he noted confusion.
"... hello? You forget your own career?" He did a gesture that was too cute for someone who was tearing apart the town and its civilians to be doing "'I'll steal all your hearts and more!', c'mon! That's you! Your whole... y'know, bit!"
You shook your head, cringing as he facepalmed. "Whatever, you're probably delirious. Amnesia or panic or whatever." He gestured for you to follow him, taking two steps away before hearing receding hurried ones, his head zipping around to see you trying to run.
"Hey! HEY! WHERE THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?!" His foot pushed off the ground, flying in an instant to you and tackling you to the ground.
"Yeah! No dumbass bodyguards to keep you away from me, now!" He laughed breathlessly, excited to finally have you to himself, no security or anything to restrain him from talking to you too long.
"Let go!! Get off me!!" Your shouts were ignored as you clawed and shoved at him, palm connecting with his cheek and pushing him away he resisted and leaned closer to you.
"Ooh, fiesty thing! You're so cute!" He laughed as he bit into your palm, eliciting a scream from you as you harshly pulled your hand back. "I ruined this town enough, the others won't mind if I fuck around with you for a little."
"C'mere, why don't you give me one of your cute little poses?"
This got WAY longer than I expected it to. I wrote it in a way that wasn’t specific to an individual variant. Reader is referred to as ‘girlfriend’ a lot and has references to their cunt and pussy. M/f Sex scene, consensual but under false terms (reader is dating mark and doesn’t know the variant has swapped him out). Lots of blood mentioned, and reference to character death! (Main character died in different dimension). Also like, facist ideas? Variant thinks those with power deserve to do whatever they want with it.
Enjoy!
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-reader and OG Mark have been dating since Highschool, but have known eachother since childhood
-you both dreamed of becoming superheros when you grew up, and bonded over childish fantasies of glory and power and adventure and fun!
-you have the ability to control light! Refracting it, bending it into rainbows and high-intensity beams, and simply creating it from yourself. It’s very beautiful, but eventually you had to reconcile that it was not strong enough to fight crime
-this reconciliation happened right around the time that OG Mark got his powers
-at first he tried hiding it from you, but eventually he confided in you, needing your support.
-knowing that he’s living your childhood dreams while you live a civilian life has been really difficult for the relationship, but you guys make it work. Besides, seeing how bloody and bruised he gets- oftentimes you are thankful to be out of the line of fire
-of course, he always comes to you after a fight if he can. And you’ve gotten into the habit of patching him up. Sometimes you tell him to go seek a real doctor, and that you’re not trained enough to stitch him back together, but he insists that his healing abilities render intricate patch-work obsolete. Besides, he says that your soothing hands heal him in more ways than one.
-if all that’s not hard enough, you’re also a Junior in college, and midterm season has been hitting you HARD
-you still have one last big test tomorrow, but the exhaustion of studying for all your other classes has really caught up to you, so you turn off all your electronic distractions, and crash for 16 solid hours
-suddenly you wake up to the distant sound of sirens. Damn- college dorms always have faulty fire alarms. The fire department has probably visited your campus 4 times since the semester started. Your pillow welcomes you as you nuzzle into it- praying it will drown out the distraction.
And it works! The sound is immeadiately muffled as your dorm window closes with a ‘click’.
-your right cheek bunches up against your face as you smile into your pillow. You know that ‘click’ so well- and you have missed your boyfriend.
-the crust in your eyes breaks as you turn to look at your beloved intruder. Strange, it’s dark. They must have pulled the curtains over the window- maybe because they didn’t want to interrupt your sleep? Wow, Mark is the sweetest :)
-Your fingertips gently glow as a delicate sprinkling of warm light floats above you. Mark loves how your powers shimmer to life.
-did you know that your sense of smell is the last thing to wake up? Yes, scent and taste don’t kick in right away. But suddenly you can taste the blood in the air
-and as your gentle light makes its way to the shadowed window, your stomach drops as your boyfriend stands DRENCHED in red, staring at you
-the glowing lights cast strange shadows across the room, and as you leap towards your boyfriend, the lights scatter- throwing their shadows around at lightning speed, disorienting the room in hectic growings and shrinkings.
-but that doesn’t matter right now, your boy NEEDS you right now. Is it all his own blood? God, you hope not! Whats wrong with him? Why is he staring so intently? What’s wrong? What should you do? What should you do? What should you do?
-your finger leaves a clean indent where you caress his blood-ridden cheek. You uncover some of his mask, and somewhere in your subconscious you intake that his mask is different than usual. But your panicked and sleep-torn state doesn’t allow this information to dwell. He’s not moving! Just staring at you! He’s fucking unresponsive- you’ve got bigger problems.
-“Mark?” He notices the tremble in your throat as you choke out his name- oh his name. He hasn’t heard you say it in so long. And now you’re even touching his cheek! Even though it’s all covered in blood. You must really love him, huh? Even though he’s scaring the shit out of you right now. He can tell. His fingers twitch as he thinks to reassure you. He could mark your body with his bloody handprints as he took you in his arms- never letting you go. You’d look pretty like that.
-“Mark?” You repeat. “Are you alright?”
-pleasure crosses his face- you were just the sweetest weren’t you?
“I’m fine now that you’re with me, y/n.” -he luxuriates your name. Like it was a treat to call your name. Like he hasn’t said it in a while. He hasn’t.
“Mark you’re covered in blood!”
-Awwww, you care so much, “Its not mine.”
-This does stand out to you. This is not the first time Mark has come to you like this, but when it’s not his blood, he usually tries to stop from dripping on your carpet. You yelled at him once about the dorm-cleaning fees at the end of the year- and he’s never forgotten. But he’s forgotten now. And he’s talking weird. And he won’t quit staring at you. And the sirens outside don’t really sound like fire alarms. And your instincts tell you that something is wrong.
-And he notices.
-The slightest twitch in your eye, the smallest back step, the tiniest hitch in your breath- and he knows you’re on to him.
-But he knows exactly how to work you. You are the sweetest girlfriend after all. He takes a breath-
“But I needed to know you were alright- the villain I fought, he…” pause for dramatic effect, “…he threatened you. I don’t know how he knew your name but he did. I could never let anything happen to you, you know? And I.. I couldn’t help it I… I mean I had to I…” you look at him frantically, maybe he’s milking it too much “I killed him. Oh GOD! I killed him. Do you think I’m a monster?”
-You gasp, and tear up a little- bingo!
“Oh Mark of course not. You did what you had to do. Oh you could never be a monster, you’re just put under more stress than any person ever should be. Oh I’m so sorry baby, come on- let’s get you cleaned up.” You croon over him. Sticky stains be damned, your arms wrap around his head; and he does not hesitate to pull you flush into him. His arms rub soothingly over your form as his hands find purchase in many bundles of your flesh. He paints you red, and although it spikes your discomfort, you try to work through it- after all, you need to be a supportive girlfriend right now! He’s obviously so vulnerable right now that he can’t even register small things like covering you in blood.
-He can register it. In fact he’s taking pleasure in it. Also he’s not vulnérable, he’s a conniving lovesick psycho who is willing to sacrifice a bit of ego to get you to coddle him. Besides, he’ll regain all his cocky supremacy when you realize his “sad puppy” performance was an act. But until then, he has determined that taking advantage of your sympathy is the most lucrative option. After all, now that he’s got you all dirty, you’re pulling him towards the shower. Just how far can he take this rouse?
-the moldy college shower reminds you of the infamous PSYCHO scene, as the water start to pull the blood from your boyfriend’s being. You are unashamed to be washing him with your honey-scented bar soap. You ARE dating after all. But you think better than to join in; you want to give your poor boy room to process his recent breakdown.
-but apparently he does NOT want space to process. Your eyes blur with water as he pulls your face right under the shower head. He takes advantage of your temporary blindness to remove his suit.
-damn, that’s too bad. You wanted to take a closer look at his suit. But as you fully step into the shower, you are pressed very close to your boyfriend’s incredibly muscular body. And thoughts of clothes quickly melt away.
“Were you going to keep washing me? Or are you busy with something else?” His smirk boils your cheeks as you realize you’ve been caught staring.
-you set out to get all the blood gone. God it smells terrible, but as you uncover more and more of your boyfriend’s muscular body, the less you are able to focus on the blood. Focus on the blood! He has just been through a traumatic experience he does not need to fuck right now! Just focus on the soap. Didn’t he used to have a scar here? Trailing down towards his.. shit is he hard?
-Fuck, it’s disgusting in this fucking shower, but you can’t help the heat pooling between your thighs.
-his eyes are dark.
“You’re doing perfect, y/n, but I think now it’s your turn.”
-oh fuck. Your slick fingers seem to vibrate against his as he takes the soap from your hand. God he’s acting different, but you can’t find it within you to complain.
-since he so uncerimoniously pulled you into the shower, you’ve been in your wet-ass pajamas this whole time. You’ve been grateful to them actually, as they’ve been very helpful in suppressing your arousal. Now, however, as his strong fingers delicately pull as your clothes- you curse them.
God those fingers- fingers that could stop a fucking train, that could catch bullets, and punch buildings- and they were so gentle on your skin. You didn’t know what it was, but somehow it all felt different than it usually did. Your subconscious screamed at you that he was dangerous. That somehow he was different than your usual Mark. Maybe it was the recent battle, but whatever it was, he seemed volatile.
-and yet, coupled with the delicate confidence with which he pulled apart your clothes and groped at what was left- you were intoxicated.
-why couldn’t he be like this all the time?
-and he took full advantage of your intoxication. he soaped up your tits and watched them bounce as he started humping you mercilessly. He didn’t bother to clean off the blood from your neck before sucking at it- seeming to take pleasure in the perverse taste. And his eyes fucking bore into yours- greedy for every pleasured expression he could bribe out of you. And once he had you moaning good and loud for him, he finally leaned in to your ear and whispered-
“I can smell your cunt”
-And with that he pushed in two fingers. And you were reminded just how powerful those fucking fingers were.
-And after he coaxed an orgasm out of you? With that shit-eating grin? He lines himself up to your cunt with all the credence of a hunter putting a knife through an animal they successfully caught. Like he fucking owns you. Like putting his dick in you was his fucking birthright. And he fucks you like that too. Slow and fast and forward and back. He watches your tits bounce until you orgasm, and when you do he flips you over to watch your ass do the same.
-by the time you’re done there is not a trace of blood.
-he carries you back toyour bed bridal style, as you whine that you can’t walk.
-you invite him into bed with you, but he instead just gives you a small forehead kiss, and caresses you again, before he tells you he has to get the blood stains out of his suit first. He goes back into the bathroom, and the sink squeaks as he turns the water on. He doesn’t close the door, but from your view on the bed you cannot see him.
-you decide it’s time to finally open your phone, and you grab it from off your nightstand and turn it back on.
-as soon as the screen lights up, the phone spasms with the bombardment of seemingly hundreds of urgent texts, notifications, alarms, alerts, and missed calls. They all come in in a matter of seconds:
“URGENT: MULTIPLE HIGH-THREATS: SEEK SHELTER IMMEDIATELY”
“INVINCIBLE LOOK-ALIKES HIGHLY DEADLY, AVOID AT ALL COSTS”
Mark💖: “Are you okay?”
“Campus Update: ALL STUDENTS EVACUATE TO TORNADO SHELTERS”
Mark💖: “babe you gotta wake up, if you see an invincible, that’s NOT ME!!
“INVINCIBLE Doppelgängers ATTACKING POPULATED CITIES, EVACUATE CITIES”
13 Missed Calls
Mark💖: “BABE THATS NOT ME”
“AVOID INVINCIBLE AT ALL COSTS”
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-and the faucet squeaks off.
-and suddenly all you can hear in the whole apartment is the distant sirens and your wild heartbeat
-and Mark strides out of the bathroom
-and his suit is clean, but it’s still not right
-and nothing about him is right
-and it all makes sense now
-but he looks at you- hungry, wild
“Anything on the news?” His voice is poisoned honey.
“What- what do you want with me?”
-And he looks down at your cum-ridden pussy, and you instinctively clamp your thighs together, but it just makes him chuckle a little- god you feel so helpless
“Good question. Today has been a great start for what I have planned for you.”
-And you can’t help the frightened look in your eyes. You always thought you’d be able to stare death in the fucking face, but looking at the eyes of Mark Grayson was too much. He likes the way your eyes sparkled when pin-pricked with the smallest tears. But he wants your compliance, so he offers,
“Hey now, don’t worry. You’re going to love it. Just like how you loved me all of today. You did. I watched you. You let me bloody you just so you could ‘console’ me. You told me I could never be a monster. You washed me. You served me- and got yourself turned on in the process. You let me fuck you any way I wanted. And you loved it. You let me fill you up with cum, and you invited me to your bed afterwards. You knew I wasn’t what you were used to. You knew I wasn’t the right version of myself- you didn’t care. You loved me. And I know you will continue to do so.”
-Like steel. Your body felt like steel. With every word your stomach plummeted further down. Because it was all true, and there was nothing you could do about it. And now you really felt like crying, and he took this vulnerable moment to snare you.
“I lost my y/n. In my dimension. She had the same powers as you- she was weak. But she wanted to be a superhero so badly. She was killed by a common thief. She was protecting some arbitrary civilians.” He started walking towards you, pain on his face- but pain you weren’t sure you could trust.
“If she had just let me protect her- I told her I would. But she was stubborn. She didn’t want to admit that beneath me was her place- that some of us are stronger than others. That I was the strongest of all. Her death made me realize the importance of power. That people who have it must use it. She made me into what I am today. You made me into this.”
-Bile threatened to rise out of your throat. But as he slowly sat down next to you on the edge of the bed, nothing but adoring eyes, you found you couldn’t move at all. Not even when he reached a hand onto your bare fucking hip, rubbing circles into your flesh with his thumb.
“And now I know how to protect you. How to take care of you. I deserve you.”
-Tears spilled freely now, and to your horror he brought his free hand to your face to wipe them away. God he was too fucking close now.
“So I’ll give you a choice. I’m supposed to go back to my own dimension soon. Either you can come with me calmly, or we can stay in this dimension.”
-At that you quirked an eyebrow, the smallest amount.
“Of course, if we stay here, I’ll have to kill this dimension’s invincible so I can take his place. I’ll have to tie you up and use you as bait. He will probably be here within the hour to check on you. Pitiable really. Notice how I have been here protecting you so much sooner than him? Really it’s an upgrade.” His eyes gleamed.
-Fucking hell. Oh god. How are you supposed to choose ?
-You can’t wish death upon your real boyfriend; your best friend for years now. He’s certainly been fighting all the other invincibles- he will be exhausted. And if this fucking sadist in front of you has the element of surprise? Your Mark stands no chance. You can’t do that. And what happens to the rest of the world when your goofy hero with a heart of gold gets replaced with this psycho? You’d be sentencing the whole world to the whims of this monster
But how can you leave your whole life? Your family, your friends- you’ll never get to say goodbye. And instead you’ll be sentenced to servicing this look-alike in front of you. This liar, murderer, fucker who could kill you in a heartbeat. Torture you for not complying. This man who wears the face of your true fucking love. A constant reminder of what you’d lost.
“What will you choose, y/n? Tick Tock.”
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Wow this was way fucking longer than expected whoops I hope you enjoyed!! Please interact cuz it’s my favorite thing ever!! 🙏🙏
Mature content
this is what happens when my hubby, Tsugikuni Yoriichi, don't get enough fanfictions made about him tsk tsk.
this is hot garbage btw.
note : i'm doing this for fun, and I'm mentally disturb with no writing skills whatsoever so don't expect S class writing. English is NOT my first language so my grammar is really bad. I also have no idea how Tumblr post works
note 2 : They start out as kids in the first few chapters so its pretty innocent...? but I'm leaving the TW and tags here just in case anyone reading this garbage knows what they signed up for ahahsghbgavsfhashajgsgc T.W / Tags: slow-burn, soft yandere(main mark), pinning, mark is bat shit crazy on the inside but he good dw(like he wont end the world unless you die lol), baby-trapping (believe it or not), teen pregnancy, yandere variants (they did so much worse in their universe), mark a lil pushy (i still love him), breeding kink (cant forget about that), prob missing more tags but ill add them later as this story progress
(Name) is starting to understand feelings and she's scared ):
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Escape attempt gone wrong (not clickbait)(my husband gets pissed?!?!)
Viltrumite Mark x fem reader, forced marriage, the whole shabang, I know nothing about Viltrum♡ word vomitted, lame fade to black scene because idk how to end this
You see a few ships zip by your windows on some days, you know they don't need ships, so a lot of them were dormant in landing zones.
"What're you thinking about?" Your husband's hands snaked onto your shoulders as his voice reached your ear, a small smile on his face.
"... nothing, I'm just wondering why you have ships since Viltrumites can fly." You noted, Mark hummed. "... honestly? I can't tell you either, maybe it's for longer journeys or cargo." He kissed your cheek gently. "Why? Planning to take one on a joy ride?"
The idea was tempting. "Don't be ridiculous," you scoffed. "I can't fly those."
Later that night, a formal meeting between a few powerful Viltrumites you didn't care about busied Mark and a majority of your guards have turned in for the night, you were left to your own devices in a big bedroom stockpiled with gifts from every corner of the galaxy.
You tossed and turned, sleeping early didn't help. You were restless, you've been restless since you've been demanded to remain in one building and one building only. It infuriated you, your supposed husband most likely saw you as a reward for decimating a planet and not a living being with autonomy.
You sat up, glancing aside to the empty space next to you. He had some nerve, locking you up then leaving to play emperor like this, anywhere else in the galaxy would be better now.
... 'anywhere else' wasn't impossible.
. . .
"You need to mind your manners," Nolan scolded as Mark left the room the 'conference' was held in. "I know you're doing a good job in power, but that doesn't mean you can disrespect your seniors."
"I don't respect those who don't respect me." Mark spoke, his tone grated through gritted teeth. "All I want to do is get this stupid cape off me and see my wife."
Nolan restrained an eye roll, the human pet. "You're too attached to that human, what do you see in her anyway?"
"Everything. She's kind, interesting, she sees me beyond my strength, it's like..." he let out a sigh, holding back a shiver from showing, the sigh almost sounded lovesick. "It's like she sees right through me to my core, sees me for who I am, not what I am."
Gag. His father ignored the romance ramble. "You'll learn to see her as a tool for the good of the empire."
Mark rolled his eyes, parting ways at a hallway. "I'm going to bed, I neglected her enough." He didn't wait for a 'goodnight' or any last comments from his father as he left.
The grand doors to the bedroom creaked open, nothing changed. Your body under the sheets, gifts untouched and floors clean, he let out a sigh of relief as he threw aside the cape, loosening the collar of his clothes. "Are you awake?" His voice was soft compared to the usual commanding tone. "I missed you, dear.."
He came to his side of the bed. "I've been waiting to—"
Pillows. Not your peaceful sleeping figure. A stack of pillows. Confusion flooded his head as he got up.
"... oh, oh! Haha! very funny, love." He looked around. "You can come out now!" He waited for a beat, eyes glancing around for any movement.
None, nothing, not even a shuffle. Panic tingled at his fingertips, as he tugged the sheets off the bed, rapidly looking under the bed his eyes darted around the room. His heart raced, looking in any and every compartment that you could possibly squeeze into.
The room grew into a mess but he couldn't care less, sweat coated his forehead from the frenzy of pure panic. "You're not here." He finally admitted to himself, his heart pounding.
Silently cursing the meeting in his head, he sped off to collect whoever he can from guards or staff to form a search party, you couldn't have gone far. Humans were weak, vulnerable, he'll find you. He'll find you. He'll find you.
. . .
You held the cloak you found in the back of the closet close to your chest, you didn't know if Viltrumites recognised you but you wouldn't risk it, but your feet hurt as you ran through the unfamiliar structures.
The hallways were empty, the doors were loose. It was a miracle. You got a chance to leave this nightmare of a marriage, you had no clear idea on where you'd be headed, but you heard stories of galaxy nomads and travellers making ends meet and surviving! You're a smart person, you've got common sense. How hard could it be..?
The landing zone. You just needed to get to the landing zone.
A gasp escaped you, you heard a few barks of commands. "Spread out! She couldn't have gone far!"
You needed to get to that landing zone.
Keep low, keep hidden. You repeated that in your head as you ran, you thought you'd never get there or that you may have gotten lost, then the landing zone came into view, you saw a few ships and suddenly, hope seemed within your reach.
The search party seemed too focused on the buildings and structures, you thanked whatever architect decided to put that place outside of populated areas, the shouting dwindled, turning more distant as you got closer.
You tossed the hood off seeing a few Viltrumites guarding a gate, spotting you as you closed in, they grew confused. "Your imperial majesty? What happ—"
"Open the gates!!" For the first time, you commanded them. "Open them, now!!"
They had no choice but to listen, the gates opened and your heart almost pounded out of your chest. The ships lined up and their states were clear, maintenence, maintenence, offline, maintenence, offline, reserved, offline, reserved.
Finally, 'Ready'.
You could hear the shouting return, but you didn't care, the ship took you in so easily and you could see a new life for yourself outside of this miserable planet, now you just need to learn how to get the controls to listen to you.
It was quiet inside the ship, save for the rapid button clicking and switch flicking from you, everything was coming to life in the ship's mechanics, you held onto the yoke of the ship as you saw the landscape shift, it would levitate off the ground soon.
. . .
He saw it in the distance, hovering high over the empire he saw a ship start to levitate, he knew about every ship, item and living being that entered and left Viltrum.
"No. No. Nononono." His body moved, launching him to the landing zone area with his fists clenched ready to tear through metal.
Mark mumbled to himself as he closed the distance quickly, angered at your audacity to try to escape him.
. . .
Freedom was on the horizon, you were out of here, out of this nightmare. Your hands readjusted repeatedly on the yolk as the ship moved.
A booming sound caused you to whip your head to the back of the ship, your heart dropped seeing an indent in the metal.
"I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!" You never heard Mark's voice reach that level of volume, the pounding continued. "COME OUT!"
You stood your ground, even as the fear of what he might do if he gets you caused your hands to tremble and your heart to race quickly, you repeatedly tapped a few buttons, didn't this stupid ship have thrusters or whatever?!
An alarm blared, one meant to let a pilot know the ship wouldn't listen, you had a feeling it had to do with more rumbling from below, curse his monstrous strength, you heard a piercing noise, followed by a grating, screeching noise. He was peeling the metal with his bare hands.
"You'd rather DIE in the cold of the galaxy? You despise me to THAT extent?!" He screeched at the top of his lungs, the ship sparking after he destroyed its engine from the outside and it's structure being torn apart.
Your hands rapidly tried to find any button that could reverse or override the damage. "Please," you mumbled as if the ship could hear you. "Please work, please! I can't stay here..!"
"(NAME)!! TURN THIS SHIP OFF!! NOW!!"
His yelling scared you, you gripped a lever and before you knew it, a flury of sparks flew from the control panel, so powerful it almost knocked you out, but the ship being pummeled back to the ground beat the sparks to it, the tilt of the ship causing you to fall out the pilot's chair and hit your head on the way down to the ship's floor.
Your head hurts, your heart hurts, are you going to die on this ship? You didn't want to succumb to the pounding in your head, you were scared you'd wake up chained or worse. A burning sensation collected at the point of impact on your head.
The ship was useless now, Mark made sure of it, the engine being destroyed in an instant, tugging the metal back until there was enough of an opening for him to slip through, he bent his head down to enter the ship. its lights flickering off, he looked up with a piercing glare, a scowl on his lips and eyebrows furrowed, his knuckles were reddened from the sheer force of his strikes against the metal.
It was quiet for a moment as he watched the consciousness slip away from you, his footsteps that approached you quiet compared to the powerful banging of his fists from seconds ago.
"You've got some nerve." He started, a look of anger, sadness, frustration and heartbreak in his eyes. "You think it's that easy, don't you?"
Black spots formed in your vision, your expression was one he couldn't dissect, it pissed him off more, and he knew he'd still take care of that bump on your head after bringing you back home.
It doesn't matter, he'd indulge in his win for now and seethe about the insolence after. And right when he thought you were becoming more obedient too.
"I'm not letting you go." Mark stated to make the situation clear to your fuzzy state of mind, "Not now. Not ever. I'll make sure of it."
— NO GOGGLES MARK IS A N⛧STY BASTARD !
cw. +18, smut, minors dni, fem!reader, obsession, sadomasochism, body horror, pervert!mark, mark is freaky and kinda disgusting. mark is portrayed as an utterly depraved, unhinged, and feral menace with zero boundaries and no concept of morality.
No Goggles Mark who wants to live inside you. Not just be close to you, not just hold you—he wants to be underneath your skin, inside your muscles, crawling through your veins, living inside your bones. He tells you this while holding you close, his breath shaking, his hands trembling against your body, his eyes wild and desperate. He wants to tear you open and crawl inside your ribcage, wrap himself around your heart so he can hear it beating for him and only him.
No Goggles Mark who wears your panties as a mask. He steals them straight out of your laundry, rubs them against his face, breathes you in like it’s the only air he’s ever known. He wears them while he sleeps, fights, eats, touches himself—he wears them like a second skin, because he wants you against him at all times. If you ever catch him? He doesn’t stop. He just grins, drags his tongue over the fabric, and asks if you’re gonna take them off his face yourself.
No Goggles Mark who jerks off to your voice. It doesn’t matter what you’re saying—you could be scolding him, cursing him, telling him you hate him—it only makes him harder. He closes his eyes, fists his cock, and moans your name, imagining your lips whispering filth into his ear, spitting on him, degrading him, breaking him apart.
could you write something for prison mark? he gets no love💔💔
Dunno much about him besides being a sadist freak! Here's him finding reader, CW for unwanted kissing and a little choking, Fem reader:
It was almost comical, the end of the world and it was at the hands of copies of the geekiest loser you knew, you couldn't waste time guessing where they would start causing chaos and got to work; alerting your loved ones, taking safety precautions and packing yourself a bag to head to whatever location public safety officials deemed suitable for shelter.
The TV played in the background as you got your bag and threw a few bottles of water, snacks, flashlights and essentials inside, you could hear a news reporter explain what's happening and a few messy and cut up shots of men who resembled Mark destroying the town, moving too quickly for the eye to witness.
There was a rumbling, silence, and rumbling again, a continued loop as you prepared to head out, making sure you're packed and ready to go— you opened the backdoor and hurried out, phone in hand.
You dialed your parents and siblings when you were inside, your friends messaged you so they didn't need the message, you decided to check in on Mark's family, dialing Debbie's number as you locked the door.
"Hey! It's me, did you see the ne— I mean, of course you saw, fuck- y-yeah! I'm leaving now, I'm heading to the closest shelter.." your keys jingled, refusing to cooperate with you.
A shadow loomed over your head, your eyes were too focused on the keys.
"Wha? Yeah, I'm fine, why wouldn't I be?... listen, I'm abo—!!" A gasp caught in your throat as you heard an abrupt landing behind you, one louder than Mark's. "So, you're still alive here." The stranger stood up straight, you had to squint to realize that he wasn't just bald, his skin looked.. burned. you weren't sure if it was from a fire or a chemical disaster. He rolled his shoulder as he approached you. "Sorry I'm late, it's a long trip from Russia, y'know?" He could hear Debbie begging you to answer or continue over the phone, prompting him to snatch it quickly from your hand. "Wh?! hey!! give it back you jerk!!" "Aw, I'm hurt." He dropped it onto the ground, boot crushing it immediately, the voice on the other end immediately died off. "You don't recognize me?" the dots connected that he was a variant of Mark, but he's not your Mark. "a freak from hell version of Mark?!" You regretted your words immediately as his hand shot out to grip your throat and stop you from spewing anymore nonsense, you could feel the battered texture of his skin. "Watch your mouth, if you wanna dish it, I expect you to take it." he looked too happy watching you struggle to breathe, were you some kind of enemy where he came from? Moving you aside, he kicked your backdoor open, the splinters flying as the lock broke easily under the force of his foot. he threw you inside. on one hand you were glad you could finally breathe but the pain spreading at your back was not worth it. he loomed over you as he stepped inside. "Figured we needed some privacy, so let's start over. and I expect you to play nice." As you coughed and glared up at him, he smiled, like he was happy you did. "Yeah, that's what I'm looking for." he shuddered. "you fuckin' hate me, huh?" He dropped on his knees to straddle your waist. "Y'know, you were crazy about me in my world." "you wish." you strained with gritted teeth as he grabbed your jaw and forced you to look up at him properly. "You were so upset when I was thrown to prison, we traveled the whole damn galaxy together." No response, you couldn't as he tightened his grip and examined you. "like some horned up version of Bonnie and Clyde." His breath fanned over your face, he was getting more and more excited as he finally had you in his hands. "Fuck, you even smell just like her." You defiantly grunted, trying to look away as he leaned in. "Stop moving, I know you recognize me. And I know for a fact I'm better than your world's Invincible." His lips pressed to yours forcefully, you couldn't purse your lips in time as he snaked his tongue into your mouth. Mark's hands let go of your jaw to grab your wrists and stop you from shoving at his chest, using his weight and strength to lower you to the floor, murmuring between kisses. "You taste good," as if he wasn't enough of a creep he had to say that. "Probably better than me, huh?" he let out a raspy laugh, self depricating at his current physical state his fingers jabbed into your fists, opening your palms and intertwining your fingers together. "It's like your body knows-" he let out a long hum into another kiss. "like it knows you were mine, how about we ditch this place? huh?" you grunted once more, turning your head away forcefully. "Yeah, keep being difficult." his hands came back to your throat, your own immediately coming to his wrists with a grunt and hiss. "See where that gets you when I turn this town to dust."
Hi I’m a big fan of your fics ! Love how you wrote the characters! Would it be ok if I request Mark (and the mark various if possible please if not no worries ^^) meeting OG female Tamaranean Reader please 🙏
MARK GRAYSON meeting STARFIRE ! fem! reader ✧˚.
— thank u for ur request !! i'm just gonna do mark for now if that's okay. i loooooove starfire she's so iconic ugh throwback to 2003 teen titans !!
"something's approaching our atmosphere. fast." cecil informed mark over his earpiece. "intercept it for me, will you?"
mark rolled his eyes at the director's casual tone for something potentially world-threatening (he hoped it wasn't another viltrumite) and shot up into the sky.
a ball of fire funneled around the alien crashing down. he floated right below your line of impact, shaking his arms and preparing for a big catch.
within seconds, you crashed into him. your forearms were bound in thick metal cuffs, leaving little room to maneuver or fight back. your flight path was thrown off, clumsily tumbling through the clouds.
"stop!" mark yelled over the rush of wind. "shit—hot, hot, hot!" he hissed to himself. who would have thought a meteoric projective burning up on entry would be hot?
you responded in some foreign language; it sounded like gibberish to mark.
"what the fuck did she say?" cecil droned in his ear and mark assumed he turned to his team, barking, "someone get a translation on that!"
you stared at him expectantly, grunting in annoyance when he didn't respond. your legs connected with his stomach, kicking him down to the earth. he fell like a rock in water and you zoomed off into the distance in a flash of green light.
"wait!" mark gasped, throwing off the rubble atop his chest and soaring after you. it was fairly easy to catch up to you, hindered by the cuffs on your hands. he grabbed your ankle the minute he got close enough, pulling you back to him. "we come in peace!"
"...this is our planet, mark." cecil deadpanned in his ear.
you whirled on him, pummeling him with the binds. he groaned, shaking his head of the ache. he spotted you descending to a random beach and followed you.
when you noticed him, you backed up defensively, watching him with a careful eye.
he tilted his head in confusion, holding his hands up in surrender. "woah. i'm not trying to hurt you; i wanna help."
your eyes searched his and he assumed you didn't understand him either. he approached you slowly, taking your arms in his hands. he stretched them towards him and raised his own, slicing through the metal in one swift motion.
the restraints fell into the sand below with a soft chfff. you rubbed your wrists, pleased but not completely relaxed.
mark grinned. "better, right?"
your eyes flickered to his, a frown on your lips as you hurriedly spoke to him in that foreign language.
he shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. "i'm sorry, i... don't understand."
you rolled your eyes and pulled him in, your thumb on his lips. you waited for him to pull away, tilting your head questioningly. he threw all rational thought in the garbage and leaned in. you kissed him roughly, like you had an agenda.
you pulled back and shoved him back. his ass hit the sand, spluttering as he looked up at you. "what the—"
you towered over him. "if you wish not to be destroyed, you will leave me alone."
mark remained there in the sand, head reeling. "um... so what was the kiss for?"
"kiss?"
"what we just did?" he followed up, rising to his feet and dusting the sand off his thighs and lap.
"my people learn languages through lip to lip contact." you explained hurriedly, already positioning yourself to take off once more.
"okay, hold on a second," he caught you before you managed to escape. "are you serious?"
you ripped your hand away from him, disgust etched on your features. "no, i am y/n."
mark laughed a little to himself. "still a bit rusty with the language, huh? um... how many tries would it take to get it right?"
you stared at him, unimpressed. "what are you meaning?"
all you could see was the cheeky, nervous smile on his lips despite the confident step he put forward. you grew amused by his antics, crossing your arms over your chest as you heard him out.
he scratched the back of his neck, his other arm resting on his hip. "i'm just saying, i'm here to help you adjust to earth. and i also took spanish in high school."
you raised an eyebrow, smiling.
"just saying." mark gave you a lopsided grin.
© invoncible
The last blurb made me think of the famous quote™
"How can you sleep at night?"
"Next to my wife :3"
Ps: I really think that viltumites run hot, like, their body temperature is slightly higher than a human, more like they're in constant fever and Mark is a cuddle freak... You know the end of it.
Mark grinning like a psychopath covered in blood while saying this to an opponent before decking their lights out. GGRRRRR WOOF WOOF WOOF !! ur mind>>>>> I LOVE THIS IDEAAAA IT MAKES SENSE, god I just know you'd be in hell at night when he's feeling extra clingy, arms wrapped tight around you with his head either in your neck or chest, sweat piling up and the sheets are thrown off of you and you're flushed and just want to get some rest. and when he's not clinging he's hugging you to his chest like a teddy bear. "Dear. please. I'm going to get heatstroke." He's rolling his eyes at the claim and genuinely believes the room is too cold and needs to stay close to you like. "you're so silly, love. the room is freezing cold, now be quiet and get some sleep, I'm taking you with me on a trip early tomorrow." and you just have to suck it up and sleep but it's so hard when he feels like a human heater going haywire.
Maybe its a ploy for him to invite himself to bathe with you when you want to wash off the sweat idk idk who knows whats going on in his twisted mind...............
SCREAM FOR ME 5 | mark variants x reader
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Back at the camp, the fire had died down to a low glow, casting flickering shadows along the stone walls. The warmth was faint but steady, like a heartbeat pulsing through the cavern.
