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[lazy-ahh]

Lazy-ahh! Can I request Omni-Mark x male reader? 🩷

Like, what if Reader ENJOYS being Mark’s pet? Sure, people on the outside would think it’s inhumane, believing Mark is a control freak who forced Reader into this, but they’re wrong. Reader wanted this, to give up control because he loves being taken care of by Mark and lives for his praise. Mark knows what’s best for him. Mark controls so many aspects of Reader’s life, even down to the simplest stuff, that it weirdly feels like safety and love in disguise.

The more I typed this out, the more I realized this is basically collaring—. Which I meeeean 👀 If you’re okay with.

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pairing omni! mark grayson x male reader

they’d call it toxic. you call it love. mark decides what you eat, what you wear, when you come—and you wouldn’t have it any other way. after all, who needs freedom when you have him?

taglist @hhoneylemon , @queermaeda , @yujensstuff

you’re kneeling at his feet when he gets home, just like he asked—knees pressed to the hardwood floor, hands resting limp on your thighs, head slightly bowed in submission. the wood is cool against your bare skin, a faint ache already settling in from staying so still, but you don’t dare shift. you know better. mark likes you like this: pliant, quiet, his. the thought sends a shiver down your spine, warmth pooling low in your stomach.

the door clicks open, and your breath catches.

there he is—hair tousled from the wind, cheeks pink from the high-altitude chill, his superhero suit clinging to his frame in that way that makes your mouth water. his eyes find you instantly, dark and hungry, and your pulse jumps under your skin. he’s looking at me. only me. the possessiveness in his gaze makes your chest tighten, your fingers twitching with the urge to reach for him. but you stay put. good pets wait.

"good boy," he murmurs, voice rough like he’s been flying for hours, and the praise sinks into your bones, liquid heat spreading through your veins. he’s happy with me. i did well.

you lean into his touch the second his palm meets your cheek, nuzzling against his skin like you could crawl inside it. his thumb brushes your bottom lip, calloused and firm, and you sigh, lips parting instinctively. "missed you," you whisper, the words trembling just slightly. it’s an understatement—you ached for him, counted the minutes, needed him like air.

"i know." his voice is soft, but there’s steel underneath, that quiet dominance that makes your stomach swoop. "did you behave while i was gone?"

you nod eagerly, desperate for him to see how good you were. "ate what you left out," you murmur, cheeks flushing at the memory of the carefully prepared meal he’d set on the counter before leaving. he takes such good care of me. "didn’t touch myself." your voice drops to a whimper—god, you’d wanted to, thighs squeezing together every time you thought of him, but you’d held back. you always hold back for him. "waited right here."

his fingers slide into your hair, gripping just enough to make your breath hitch, and you melt, eyelids fluttering. yes, yes, yes.

"perfect." he tugs, just a little, and you go willingly, head tipping back to bare your throat, your entire body singing under his control. his gaze rakes over you—your parted lips, your flushed skin, the way your chest rises and falls too fast—and his smirk is devastating. "you’re so good for me."

your vision blurs at the edges. he thinks i’m good. he’s proud of me. it’s all you’ve ever wanted.

(and if your hips jerk forward, just slightly, chasing friction—well. he’ll take care of that, too.)

you melt. god, you always do—your body going pliant and boneless under his praise, your thoughts dissolving into static as warmth floods your chest. it’s pathetic, maybe, how easily he unravels you, but you don’t care. you live for this, for the way his voice wraps around you like a collar, snug and inescapable.

he could ask for anything—your clothes, your voice, your orgasms—and you’d give it to him without hesitation. you’d strip bare in an instant if he told you to, would bite your tongue bloody if he ordered silence, would let him ruin you over and over again if that’s what he wanted. because he knows what’s best for you. the certainty of it coils tight in your gut, sweet and suffocating. because he takes care of you. his hands always know where to touch, his voice always knows what to say, his rules always keep you safe. because you’re his. and nothing has ever felt more right.

"c’mere," he murmurs, fingers tightening in your hair just enough to make you whine before he’s pulling you up. you go, stumbling into his chest like gravity itself bends for him, and his arms wrap around you—strong and secure, perfect. you press closer, nosing at his collarbone, breathing in the scent of wind and sweat and him. his lips brush your temple, featherlight, and your knees nearly give out all over again. "love you."

you bury your face in his neck, inhaling shakily, your fingers clutching at the back of his suit like he might vanish if you let go. "love you more," you mumble into his skin, the words muffled but fervent. you do. you love him more than air, more than sanity, more than your own pathetic freedom.

he laughs, low and fond, the sound vibrating through his chest and into yours, and you know—no one will ever understand this. no one will ever get why you crave his control like a drug, why you thrive under his rules, why the weight of his ownership feels like coming home. they’d call it twisted, call you broken, but they’re wrong. you’ve never been more whole.

but you don’t need them to.

you just need him—his hands, his voice, his praise. you need the way he looks at you like you’re something precious, something his. you need the way he holds you like he’ll never let go.

(and he won’t. you’ll make sure of it.)

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it hadn’t happened all at once—this thing between you, this belonging. you’d been best friends since childhood, mark’s laughter ringing in your ears for years before either of you realized how deep the roots had grown. but then he got his powers, and the world tried to pull him away, and you—you couldn’t stand the thought of being left behind. the first time you kissed him, it was desperate, clumsy, your hands fisting in his shirt like you could physically tether him to you. and mark, sweet, greedy mark, had kissed back like he’d been waiting for it. like he’d always known.

the shift from lovers to this—to fuzzy cuffs and control and the dizzying relief of surrender—was just as inevitable. you’d always trusted him more than anyone, had always followed his lead without question. so when he first pinned your wrists to the bed and growled “mine” into your skin, you didn’t hesitate. you arched into it, whined “yes, yes, yours,” like the words had been carved into your ribs all along. and when he started setting rules—eat this, wear that, don’t come unless i say—you obeyed like it was scripture. because it was. because mark knew you better than you knew yourself.

now, when people whisper about how he’s too possessive, too controlling, you just smile. they don’t understand. they don’t see the way he cherishes you, the way his hands cradle your jaw like you’re something sacred even as he orders you to your knees.

they’ll never understand—not the way your pulse steadies the moment his voice drops into that firm tone, not the way your muscles unlock when he takes the weight of choice from your shoulders. every command is a boundary, every rule a fortress, and inside them, you’ve never felt so safe. it’s not submission—it’s surrender, and it tastes sweeter than anything you’ve ever known.

he spoils you, though no one would believe it. they’d see the way he orders you to eat the last slice of pizza, to wear the softest sweater he bought you, to curl up in his lap when you’re tired—and they’d call it control. but you know better. you see the smirk he hides when you moan around a bite of dessert he "made" you take, feel the way his fingers linger on the fabric of the hoodie he "demanded" you put on, hear the quiet satisfaction in his voice when he murmurs "good boy" after you’ve done exactly what you both wanted.

you chose this. you begged for it—knees on the floor, hands shaking, voice breaking around the words "please, please, i need you to—" before he even let you finish. and when he finally said yes, when his palm cradled your cheek and his thumb wiped away your tears, you knew: this was where you were meant to be.

(and if anyone ever tries to take him from you? well. you may be his pet, but you’ve got teeth too.)

1.3k words full of omni-mark! finally! and honestly... something awakened in me while i was writing this-

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Cause of death.

[caramelmochacrow]

I WAKE UP TO SOMEONE COMMENTING ON MY BOY YURI FIGHTING GAME FIC WHAT THE FUCKKKKKKKK

[www-pinkhearse]

So guess what I watched

[juicemetal]

The things I would do for a Subaru brumby holyyyyyyyyyyy shit, ute of all time

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[st4rry4543]

GUYS GUYS REMEMBER THAT 1 PUPPET ON THAT PICTURE NEXT TO PATTY ANN. IT WAS JUST CONFIRMED THAT WAS HER LOVER HOLYYYYYYYYYYY

[streamat4am]

omfg, STREAM!!

You mean to say,,,,,,,, Alpha Enid putting "Alpha" Wednesday i her place?????

Cause if so, holyyyyyyyyyyy

😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

ALPHA ENID DIDNT DO MUCH AT ALL

because yknow collars? thats a huge thing in omegaverse right

maybe Wednesday likes it a lil too much. There's just something about it around her neck, the weight and the knowledge of what it means

she's not at all supposed to like this. She's an alpha, she shouldn't be wearing this in the first place and that's what makes it so enticing to her

anyways, Wednesday enjoys the taboo thats all tysm for coming to my ted talk

[baklavasudarajako]

HOLYYYYYYYYYYY 400!!!

Ya'll are awesome i swaerrrrrrrrrrrr thank u all so so so muchhh!!!!!!!!!!!! :'333

[eileen-crys]

Lady Gaga MAYHEM live Tumblr reaction like the good old etiquette requires. The songs with the ✨ emotes will be my favourites

Disease ✨

Ok I absolutely adore this song and tbh I even like it more than Abracadabra, it's incredible. Love the lyrics, love the production, obsessed with her voice here. Those "aa-ah" vocalisations in the background live rent-free in my eardrums now.

Abracadabra ✨

Banger, obviously, we know. This is some of the most catchy shit on the planet and I love it. It's incredible how ear-wormy this song is, the beat is insane and those gritty synths are gay and 80s AF. If there's more in the rest of the album I'm going to ascend.

Garden of Eden

Ok let's go with the new songs. Eyyyyy let's start sexy with this 👀👀👀 THERE'S A CHOIR??? This is so early 2000s ahhhhhhh and I love how she sings the pre-chorus so beautifully, an angel.

Perfect Celebrity

ThIS IS ROCK AND DARK HOLYYYYYYYYYYY OH FUCK?!?!!????!!?? *grabby hands* This song gives streaks of dark makeup-stained thick tears running down my face while I sing. Get angry and scream mama. The lyrics are SO GOOD.

Vanish into you ✨

The way she harmonises with herself is insane. WHAT IS THIS BASS???? HELLO? This is beautiful, much sweeter and less clubby but still powerful. I can see this becoming an iconic romance song really fast, prepare for it to be (rightfully) everywhere. The lyrics are like a warm hug, beautiful.

Killah ✨

SHE GOT POSSESSED BY PRINCE??? This is GROOOOOOOVYYYYYY AS HELL hahahahhahahah yesss 🤣💕 The lyrics are so cvnty 😳😳😳 this came out straight out of the 80s clubbing scene. THANK YOU

Zombieboy ✨

WE'RE STILL IN AN 80S DISCO I'M LOSING MY MIND THIS IS HOT SPACE TIER GROOVE, WHO IS THE BASSIST?????????? I NEED A MOMENT 😭😭😭😭😭💖💕💜💖💕💜💖 THERE'S A SYNTHS SOLO AND HANDS CLAPPING

LoveDrug

A bit of calm after that injection of groove (thanks because I'm breathless), but we're still in the good 80s vibes and I love it. Power ballads are always appreciated 🙏💕 Her vocal versatility is insane and the lyrics are lovely, this really feels empowering.

How Bad Do U Want Me

People in the comments say this is Taylor Swift coded but I don't follow/like her so I can't really say, but from the little I've heard of her it makes sense. The beginning with that bubbly synths remind me of Spandau Ballet. Up until now it's the song I like less, it sounds a lil generic to me which is the same issue I have with Taylor. It doesn't vibe with me like the other songs, sorry.

Don't Call Tonight

Ahhh this is more funky again, thanks, I like this MUUUCH better 🙏 Gaga tell your bassist I love them. WAIT WHERE DID DAFT PUNK CAME OUT FROM??? Bonus points for that part hahaahahh, good song overall.

Shadow of a Man ✨

THE BASSSS AGAIN FUCKS HARD 🔥🔥🔥 Also hEY GAGA DID YOU GET POSSESSED BY MICHAEL JACKSON???? HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?!?!!???!??!? This is INSANE, release this as a single PLEASE PLEASE GAGA

The Beast ✨

Ooooo this is trippy, slow but powerful, veeeery cinematic, sexy, angry. Sounds like a MJ ballad with a sprinkle of Phil Collins, AWESOME. The guitar solo goes CRAZYYYYYY 🔥🔥🔥 Chef's kiss.

Blade of Grass

Ohhhh another ballad! And this is a love love power ballad. Gorgeous, this reminds me of Bon Jovi's Always in terms of vibe and intensity. This is dedicated to her Michael so it makes sense, we stan a lovestruck queen 💕💕💕

Die With a Smile

We already know this is a banger too hahahah but I must say I love how Gaga and Bruno's voices match, it's a GREAT intense song and perfect to sing-along. This is even more Always-coded 🙏💖

Final considerations: BANGER. This album is AWESOME and truly strucks my musical taste. There's only one song I don't like much, but the rest is just awesome, thanks Gaga I'm going to listen to this till my ears bleed 😭

[sage-lights]

HOLYYYYYYYYYYY. SHIT.

[amsinvlt]

FINALLY CAUGHT UP ON THE SUMMIT AUDIOS HOLYYYYYYYYYYY

[maple-leaf-in-autumn]

OKAY I JUST STARTED EP 25 AND IN THE CORNER I SEE

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[alexiiiiiiiia]

@wuzabow-was-taken holyyyyyyyyyyy molyyy

An Irish harp made by John Egan, 1820

[lovesickhughes]

needed that win HOLYYYYYYYYYYY

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