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femmeftal · 8 days ago

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⠀. ּ ֶָ֢⠀⠀⠀₍ ^⠀. .⠀^ ₎⠀⟆⠀ ۟ ❨ ᥍͟𝗍͟𝖺͟𝗋͟𝗌 𝗼𝗯ׂ𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 ❩

۪ ⋆ 𝓅𝒶̄𝗂𝗋𝗌 : mark!variants x reader

𝗁ℯ𝒶𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇 : what each different mark variants are into, and why they are into it.

𝓌𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀s : p links, kink listing, 18+ content

.’﹙ ℳ𝗈𝗁𝖺𝗐𝗄 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄 ： 𝓅𝖽𝖺 ﹚

mark’s biggest turn on is PDA, the feeling of your soft delicate skin on his just flips a switch in him. mark’s lips are always on yours no matter what time it is or where you two are at, his favorite place that he kisses you is infront of him viltrum empire loving the feeling of eyes on him.

the same hands he had killed thousands with were wrapped around the curve of your throat do softly, applying enough pressure to make your eyes slightly blur. Mark did not want to lose a doll like you he claimed, being do possessive over his little nymph.

Bonus points if mark is able to convince his little blythe to match mohawks with him!! always pressing his forehead to yours and making out with you, his tongue wrapping around yours and sucking. The taste of him wasn’t foreign to you anymore the amount of times he kisses you, which is always..

but during sex is so much more..romantic, loves making you feel like the queen you are even sometimes setting up roses on your shared bed when he wants to have sex with you. his poundings are so ruthless and rough, always managing to pull screams out of your throat ( ♡︎ )

.’﹙𝓈𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝓂𝖺𝗋𝗄 ： 𝒷𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽 ﹚

you need to pray every time you start your cycle, and he knows exactly when too. so when he pops up randomly behind you groping your ass and tits while his bulge is pressed against the curve of your ass, you know EXACTLY what he is here for.

the sloppy wet sounds of your period blood and his saliva mixing together makes you cringe in embarrassment, he had you sprawled out in an abandoned hotel that he hadn’t destroyed just yet.

“fuck - keep these open. “ he was devouring your bleeding cunt like it was going to be his ever last meal, making sure no blood had slid down the cheeks of your ass. he was licking you raw at this point, and even if you tried to run from it he’d give you a harsh slap on your already sensitive pussy.

“ this pusshys mine to eat..mgh fwuck sho good “ mark had a habit of getting drunk off your pussy, always rambling on how if he ever caught you with someone else that person would be dead in a instant. mark always wasn’t a good sharer with his toys. ( ♡︎ )

.’﹙𝓇𝖾𝗍𝗋𝗈 𝗆𝒶𝗋𝗄 ： 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅 ﹚

this mark is so bossy, always telling people about his empire, so its natural that he bosses you around too. just his orders are more.. explicit.

he loves it when you call him king or emperor it boosts his ego so much and he would probably reward you with allowing you to watch him stroke his hardened cock in front of your innocent naive face, his mewls and whimpers bring you to the edge all the time and even if you dare to turn your head away from the scene he is giving you.

he will punish you, slapping his member against you face and probably even smearing in against your facial cheeks. if you cry about how it hurts when he slaps you with his cock he’ll just do it harder next time, smirking at your pathetic cries.

he doesnt just ask for sex, no no no he demands it. he expects you yo be on your knees mouth wide open with your tongue hanging out when he wants his fat cock sucked, and if he wants to fuck you, he better see you in a wide mating press with your small fingers spreading your pussy for him.

retro mark is like those men on broadcasts who claim women have to only do 3 things, and your 3 things are to worship his cock, pleasure him, and give him your lovely attention and he probably has a collar and leash for you too when he is pounding you from the back. ( ♡ )

.’﹙ℴ𝗆𝗇𝗂 𝓂𝖺𝗋𝗄 ：𝓈𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄 ﹚

i can imagine that this mark is a little bit muscular than the others, always focusing and working out 24/7.

thats why when he is pressed against your body, making you stand on your tippie toes to kiss him, his mind goes extremely blank.

so blank to the fact that his cock is springing back to life, he sometimes wonder how’d you look in a chokehold while being fucked so good bye him.

mark has a big dick, everyone knows that but when he has his member hovering above your stomach to show you how deep he is gonna go your little face panicking just makes his dick jump and bounce against your stomach.

god you’re such a fucking vixen mark thinks, always distracting him when he works out and you just claim “ i wanna help you! “ but your tight yoga clothes say other wise. he wants to take you here and tower over your small frame bending your body into the desired position he’d like. and so he does, he can feel his tip trying to prod open your womb and force itself inside

your eyes were blown wide open, jaw slacked and drool smothered all over your chest and jaw. he loved you like this, destroyed and ruined from other men but him, the way your pussy could only accommodate to him after this would leave you shocked. ( ♡︎ )

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pandapetals · 5 months ago

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PDA

You and Logan are infamous for showing your affection much to everyone's annoyance.

professor logan howlett x professor fem!reader - married couple, cute, fluff, banter, no y/n used, no reader description, your an english professor, logan is a history professor

read on ao3 or find more parts for the series: here

divider credit: @enchanthings

"Logan…" you chuckled, feeling his arms wrap firmly around your waist, pulling you flush against him as he stood behind you in the kitchen. His touch was warm and unbothered by the fact that you were in the middle of the common area. "Someone could come in," you warned, your voice teasing but half-serious, though you were used to this by now.

Logan just shrugged, completely unfazed, his chest rumbling with a low, amused sound as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. "We ain’t doin’ anything wrong, sweetheart," he muttered, his lips brushing lightly against your ear in that familiar way that sent a shiver through you. "Just standin’ here... holdin’ my wife."

You could feel the smirk in his voice, that gruff edge of playfulness that never went away, no matter how many years passed. The warmth of his breath against your skin had your pulse quickening, and you instinctively leaned back into him, despite your mock protests. You weren’t exactly trying to resist him.

"And what if someone does walk in?" you murmured, tilting your head just enough for his lips to graze your neck, enjoying the way his arms tightened around you in response.

As if on cue, you heard a voice behind you—Scott’s, dripping with his usual exasperation. "You know, some of us actually use this kitchen," he groaned from the doorway, his expression already tired as he looked at you two. "Is this really the place for… whatever it is you two are doing?"

Logan didn’t even flinch or loosen his grip on you. In fact, you felt him chuckle softly, his mouth grazing your ear again. "What’s your problem, Summers? Just showin’ a little affection to my wife." He drawled the words lazily, completely unbothered by Scott’s disapproving glare.

You bit back a laugh, turning your head to shoot Scott a playful look. "We’re just standing here, Scott," you said, echoing Logan’s words. "What’s wrong with a little love in the kitchen?"

Scott sighed, rolling his eyes, clearly not in the mood to argue. "Can’t you two keep it PG for five minutes?" he muttered as he rummaged through the fridge.

You grinned, feeling mischievous, and as Logan nuzzled his face into your neck, you casually let your hand slip down and gave his butt a firm squeeze.

Logan raised an eyebrow, his eyes darkening with a hint of surprise and amusement. "That how we’re playin’ it now?" he muttered into your ear, his voice thick with a low growl.

You couldn’t help but laugh, biting your lip as you tried to look innocent. "You make it hard to keep my hands to myself."

Scott groaned louder this time, his head still buried in the fridge. "Seriously? You two are impossible."

Before Scott could launch into another lecture, Jean entered the kitchen, casting a quick glance at the two of you before letting out an exaggerated sigh. "Honestly, you two," she said, but her smile betrayed her amusement. "Some of us don’t need to see all this PDA."

"Jealous?" you teased, grinning over Logan’s shoulder as his hands slid down to rest on your hips. "I’m sure Scott would be happy to show you some affection."

Jean gave Scott a sly smile, raising an eyebrow at him. "Oh, really?" she said, her tone playful. Scott, flustered and red-faced, sputtered some excuse about needing to find a snack before hurrying out of the room, much to Jean’s amusement.

With Scott out of earshot, Logan turned you around to face him, his hands never leaving your waist. His eyes softened just a fraction as he looked down at you, the teasing grin still tugging at his lips. "Let ‘em complain," he muttered, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "I don’t care. Not about anyone else." His voice dropped lower, more intimate. "Just you."

You smiled, resting your hands on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your palms. "You’re really not worried about them lecturing us?"

Logan huffed a laugh, shaking his head. "Not even a little bit." He tilted his head, eyeing you with that familiar glint of mischief. "Besides, if they don’t like it, they know where the door is."

You chuckled, knowing full well that no amount of teasing or groaning from the team would change a thing. You and Logan were a force of nature, and everyone in the mansion had come to accept it, even if it meant rolling their eyes every time you two were caught in one of your “moments.”

"Well, in that case," you said, your voice softening as you leaned in closer, your lips hovering just inches from his. "I guess we don’t have to hold back, do we?"

Logan’s grin widened, his hands tightening on your waist, pulling you flush against him. "Not for a second, darlin’."

His lips finally met yours, the world around you faded, leaving only the two of you. It didn’t matter who complained or who walked in—you and Logan were unapologetically in love, and no amount of groaning from the team would change that.

The next morning, as the sunlight streamed through the mansion’s large windows, you and Logan found yourselves in the kitchen again. This time, you were standing by the coffee maker, waiting for it to brew, when Logan came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist like it was second nature. His chin rested on your shoulder, his scruff tickling your neck as he pulled you back against his chest.

"Morning, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep.

"Morning," you replied, leaning into him, smiling at the easy comfort of his touch.

It was one of those peaceful moments you loved—just you and Logan, the world quiet, everyone else still asleep or scattered throughout the mansion. Of course, it didn’t stay that way for long.

Jean strolled in, followed closely by Scott, both of them shooting you amused looks as they spotted the two of you wrapped up in each other. Jean rolled her eyes but grinned as she grabbed a mug from the cabinet. "You two really don’t waste any time, huh?"

Scott groaned from behind her, rubbing his temples like he was already tired of the sight. "Seriously, can’t you wait until we’re all awake before you start with the PDA?"

You laughed, turning in Logan’s arms to face them. "What? We’re just standing here—again," you teased, though you made no attempt to step away from Logan’s embrace.

"Yeah," Logan added, his voice gruff but full of amusement. "We’re not hurtin’ anyone." He shot Scott a glance over your shoulder. "Maybe you should try it, Summers. Loosen up a bit."

Scott looked utterly unimpressed. "I’m perfectly loose, thanks."

Jean, pouring herself a cup of coffee, snorted. "Oh, please. You could take a few lessons."

Scott sputtered, opening his mouth to argue, but before he could get the words out, Bobby walked in, pausing as he took in the scene—Logan holding you close, Jean grinning, and Scott looking exasperated.

"Okay, seriously," Bobby said, gesturing to you and Logan as he grabbed a bowl for cereal. "Are you guys ever not all over each other?"

You grinned, shifting just enough to give Logan a playful nudge. "We could cool it down a little," you teased, glancing up at him. "Maybe tone it down when everyone’s around."

Logan huffed, tightening his hold on you slightly. "Why should we? It’s not like we’re doin’ anything wrong."

"True," you agreed, turning your head to shoot Bobby a mischievous look. "Besides, you know you’d miss it if we stopped."

Bobby groaned, his head falling back dramatically. "Oh God, no. Please, I’m begging you—stop. At least until after breakfast."

Jean chuckled into her coffee, and even Scott couldn’t hide the slight twitch of his lips. But it was Kurt who appeared next, his head popping into the kitchen with a teasing grin on his face. "I don’t know," he said with a wink, "I think it’s sweet. They remind me of teenagers in love."

Bobby groaned louder, pouring milk into his bowl. "Teenagers who need to get a room."

You exchanged a glance with Logan, smirking. "Or, you know, we could get our own place," you suggested casually, though the idea had been bouncing around in your mind for a while. With all the teasing, the idea of having a space just for you and Logan—without the constant commentary—was becoming more and more appealing.

Logan raised an eyebrow, considering it for a moment. "Hmm," he grunted, the idea clearly taking root in his mind. "Could be nice. No interruptions, no one complainin' every time I kiss ya in the hallway."

You grinned, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Exactly. No more complaining, no more audience." You glanced over at the group, most of whom were pretending to be very interested in their breakfasts now. "Not that you guys aren’t fun and all."

Jean laughed, taking another sip of coffee. "I don’t know—what would the mansion do without you two acting like lovesick teenagers every day?"

Scott, still rubbing his temples, muttered, "We’d probably get a lot more done, for one."

"Hey, maybe it’s not such a bad idea," Bobby chimed in with a grin. "You two can get a place, we can visit, and then, when you’re not around, we can actually sit on the couch without worrying about walking in on something."

You couldn’t help but laugh, turning back to Logan. "See? They’re practically begging us to move."

Logan looked down at you, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. For a moment, you thought he might agree. A quiet place, just the two of you, sounded tempting—no constant interruptions, no team busting in when you least expected it. Just you and Logan.

But then, his eyes softened, and that familiar smirk returned. "Nah," he said, shaking his head. "I like it here."

You blinked, a little surprised. "Really?"

Logan nodded, his hand slipping up to gently cup your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin. "Sure, I could do without all the wisecracks," he said, his voice low and warm, "but... this place is home. And besides," he added with a small grin, "I like givin' ‘em somethin’ to complain about."

You laughed, leaning into his touch, feeling a wave of warmth wash over you. The mansion was home. It was chaotic, noisy, and full of interruptions, but it was your chaos. Your home and you wouldn’t trade that for anything.

"Okay," you said, smiling up at him. "We stay."

"Good," Logan murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Wouldn’t have it any other way."

"Of course, you wouldn’t," Bobby groaned from the table, though you could see the smile tugging at his lips. "We’re stuck with you two, aren’t we?"

Jean rolled her eyes but smiled. "Pretty much."

Logan smirked, pulling you tighter against him. "Damn right."

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