#💬🙈cheekiechops anon is typing…

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Human!Mark with a Super-powered/Viltrumite!Reader

It’s cute he’s so possessive, as if we wouldn’t break him like a twig... 🙈

THISSSS this is incredible!! i am going crazy!!

i love this idea so much,, perhaps reader is an child of thragg. i am now putting my little headcanon in where i think that mark would have glasses and braces… real nerdy guy x girl that is only gentle with him… cute dynamic hehe!!

this is sfw since im writing a full fic currently, just some headcanons maybe to get the concept out there!! the fic will be called “the perfect girl”

cw: nothing really, as i have stated this is short, maybe a blurb? i am not sure haha,

the youngest viltrumite to be sent to conquer a planet. you’re sent to earth to take over another viltrumite’s mission that was supposedly cut short due to his untimely death. as soon as you burst onto the scene you’d had everyone’s attention; splattering kaijus like they were bugs, stopping criminals with your presence alone, saving those who were weaker, more susceptible to danger. you’re quick to rise as a favourite of the public, surpassing even the guardians in popularity.

mark meets you at a comic book signing at a con because of course he does. you’re there because you find humans interesting, that and you’d caught wind of a possible attack incoming at the event. you doubted they’d actually come along seeing as you’d made your presence known and you weren’t too kind with your beatdowns. you’d never admit it, but you found this type of media entertaining, the stories would interest you. even though you were a viltrumite, there wasn’t any law that said you couldn’t have a little bit of fun. (you also somewhat enjoyed the fame and the fanbases that had cultivated around you since you decided you didn’t need a superhero name, your name was good enough)

brown eyes stare at you through thick framed glasses, sparkling with interest and recognition, a goofy braced sideways smile forming on his face. you raised an eyebrow, arms crossed over your chest as you stared dead into his eyes. mark almost dropped the stacks of comic books he held in his arms, you were ethereal. he’d seen you on tv, you were all over the newsfeeds sometimes so you were hard to avoid. he thought you were beautiful before, thought you looked like an angel now. other people had gotten pictures with you earlier so he was sure there wouldn’t be a problem if he asked.

he got his picture but you had gotten his number, watched him walk away with pink cheeks, caught in a sort of daze. mark felt so comfortable to you, so… familiar..? maybe all humans weren’t so bad, mark was proof of that.

when you’d come over for dinner with his family one night, you’d finally worked out why. you’d never met nolan, but had heard stories about him growing up on viltrum. he’d been priming the planet for invasion but had been killed which put a cap on things until your arrival about two and a half years ago after you’d proved yourself worthy. you had the shock of your life when you sat at the table and squinted at your boyfriend’s father, heart dropping when you connected the dots. you and mark had been together for months now, you’d know if he was a viltrumite… had the great nolan faked his own death and fathered an offspring with no powers? you almost scoffed at the irony. what a tired and cowardly old man, the karma of having a child with no abilities must have been damning enough. you thought about you and mark’s potential future children and a warmth washed over you, the same warmth that made you feel all gooey and sickly sweet inside.

“tell me about your planet.” he’d say, resting his head on your shoulder as you watched the stars together, “ah, viltrum… haven’t you heard of it before?” you questioned, head tilted into his. you couldn’t wait to report back in a few years, couldn’t wait to tell everyone about how you’d found nolan and he hadn’t been killed… but mark would’ve been heartbroken. you couldn’t do that to him, not yet at least, it seemed cruel. plus, he had no idea what a viltrumite was, though your pride as a viltrumite felt attacked as you’d figured his father hadn’t even mentioned mark’s background to him.

you told tall tales about how you’d created the best civilisation, how your kind helped other planets and those less fortunate… you’d tell him the truth eventually, you’d have to seeing as you wanted to keep mark for as long as human lifespans allowed you to. he would open his mouth and his eyes would widen in awe, saying something about how you were like a character from his comic books which made you nod in turn, the conversation slowly changing to the subject of the comic book he’d been talking about. before you met mark, you would’ve probably never been able to experience life in such a human way. before it felt as if you had no sense of individuality, now it felt like you couldn’t stop being yourself even if it was a little alien to you.

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“you’d never think of doing this to him, never in a million years.” What if we did... 🙈

“what if we did” what if we already do…

cw: somno, maybe fluff i am not sure, this is super short 😭, more tags tba,

it was only that one time!! he fell asleep on your sofa, remote control held loosely in his hand with his head tilted to the side, eyes closed, breathing steady… he was so peaceful, such a quiet sleeper. you’d told him to come upstairs after he had finished the movie that you weren’t too interested in but had decided to go and check on him when you’d noticed that it had been way over two hours.

it was once, just because you wanted to see if you really did like him like that!! you just couldn’t stop yourself from walking behind the sofa, planting a kiss on his forehead and watching as he stirred around for a second. poor thing, cecil’s got him working really hard. why else would he fall asleep and forget to come upstairs to you? he never missed an opportunity to sleep in the same bed. you walked around until you stood in front of him, carefully sitting next to your best friend, your lips pressed to his for just a second. they felt like they were supposed to fit into yours, like he was made for you.

but there was also that one time for just a few minutes!! where your hand found its way into your pants while you stared at his beautiful face his hair scattered on your pillow, your other hand just barely touching his cheek. what were you doing? you’re so gross… your wetness stuck to your fingers when you pulled your hand from your crotch. mark’s eyes fluttered open for a second, yours closed instantly. just go to sleep, this is stupid. and wrong.

oh and the time after that… when you’d both been drinking together after getting back from classes and he’d drank too much. he’d always been a lightweight, you could handle just a little more. you felt bad, felt like you were taking advantage of him. surely he’d understand if he woke up. you straddled his waist on the bed, leaning over him to study his features… another kiss, your hips flush to his and your tongue licking at his lips nervously. did you like him? did you really like your best friend? what was wrong with you, just the other day you had told him that he was nothing but your best friend. you had said it in a nicer way, granted, but you had still hammered that idea in.

mark was just sooo cute when he slept, even cuter when he was in a deep sleep, his stomach tensing and breath hitching as you pumped his dick in your hand. he’d been awake for almost three days straight, something about the threat of a comet that ended up missing by a long shot. you were charmed by the way he’d come straight to you, knocking on your window at early hours of the morning and almost fall asleep on your bed with his costume. you had to get him up, tapping on his shoulder and telling him to go shower, you couldn’t have him sleeping in your clean bed with his costume!! oh but he looked so so sleepy and whined at you to just let him this once, he just needed to rest his eyes for a minute and he swore that he’d get up. you almost let him before you got him up, watching as he flopped off of the bed and yawned, heading towards your bathroom. you already had some of his clothes here, just like he had some of yours over at his house. he’d come back with the towel wrapped around his waist, your eyes scanning his broad and muscled back. had mark always looked like this or was it just the dim light of your desk lamp combined with the shine of the water on his skin? what do they feed these guys at the pentagon!?

he sleepily rifled through your top drawer, rubbing his eyes and picking out one of his shirts and a pair of shorts he had left here months ago. you’d look away as he dressed himself, the thump of his costume and the towel being thrown into the hamper letting you know that he was decent, looking over to him. there he was, there’s his pretty face. that stupid mask covered him away from you. “y’not hungry?” you asked, to which he shook his head no, falling back onto your bed and closing his eyes, a soft ‘good night, y/n..’ coming from his lips. you stroked his hair, waited until you were sure he was asleep and kissed his forehead, turning off your bedside lamp and snuggling in next to him. you couldn’t sleep, the room felt way too warm for some reason and the way mark mumbled your name in his sleep didn’t make it any better.

so here you were, hand on his stomach while the other one slid up and down his cock, steadily keeping a pace that made his thighs flex and back arch just a little off the bed. you spat on it, coating the head and spreading saliva all over the rest of his cock, earning a small moan from mark, his face flushing in his sleep as he called out for you again. so, so cute. he did that often, saying your name was like a habit to him, it wasn’t rare to hear him call out to you subconsciously.

this felt so strange, it was so wrong, you just couldn’t stop. you wanted to talk him through it, wanted to coo little words of encouragement to him, but didn’t out of fear of having him wake up. ironic, seeing as how you were working your hand up and down his leaking dick and he hadn’t once opened his eyes.

and not to forget that one time where you kissed the little space between his collarbones and he turned to face you, his eyes still closed. he seemed so sensitive, you wanted to know how he’d sound awake. you wanted to know what reactions he’d have then, if he’d have teary eyes while you overstimulated him or if he’d try to silence his groans shyly.

you don’t count the times you’d been half asleep and half awake and had felt him touching your body since you hadn’t been the one to sneakily explore his body. there he was, being cute again. sp shy, fearing rejection before he’d just weigh out his options logically to see that you’d like him just as much if not more if he was to tell you how he really felt.

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YOU GUYS!! you are all sending me crazy!! this req is tooooo goooood… i will be working on it soon, such a good idea. cheekiechops anon you are superb!!