#secretly sinister and such

[wow-an-unfunny-joke]

Im on episode four, and Vanitas is surprisingly sinister- I was expecting him to be silly goofy and a little childish- but then he did that thing with Jeanne (or whatever her name is) and I’m just- dude?????? wtf???????

[boxheadpaint]

I just need to know is that Cackletta paired with Peach? If so, fascinating, I wish to know more - if not, I entirely understand the coincidence of two people standing next to each other in a dynamic does not equate to them being A Pairing

yeas

Reasoning: funny

[pomefioredove]

Yo reading this ask made me feel 5x worse for my yuu because she came from an old money family 😭😭 riches to rags realness fr, good thing she likes cleaning ig??? But you see, I wouldn't really want to hop into NBC train too bcs it's giving "out of the frying pan, straight into the fire" with those beret wearing folks

SEE I kinda hold the opinion that yuu would end up suffering no matter what

at NRC they are singled out for being magicless, exploited by the headmaster (and taken advantage of by most of the students tbh), treated like they're stupid, naive, useless, etc etc, have terrible living accomodations, and they almost die every other month

at NBC they would be singled out for being an "outsider" (as we know, Noble Bell is a very small and very private school, they keep their doors shut to non-students), struggle with making friends and keeping up with Noble Bell's incredibly strict and rigid structure

I don't have as many thoughts on RSA, but considering its image, mmm... yeah. no matter how welcoming everyone is, there's still that lingering sense of weirdness that follows Yuu, and they would struggle with feelings of inadequacy and isolation for their imperfections (Yuu is said to have quite the mouth on them, is implied to be scary when they're angry, so on) I can actually see them having a Vil-like arc with never feeling good or pretty or kind enough to ever be fully accepted at RSA

I think Yuu is just destined to struggle either way, unfortunately. but there are benefits to each school. the friends you make at NRC, Noble Bell having a less-magical curriculum, probably better living accommodations at RSA, etc etc... so it's very dependent on the yuusona

[hajihiko]

Person who asked about friendship and socializing I'm on it 👍 but I'm gonna sleep on it🤙

[angelicjas]

"WHY DONT YOU LOVE ME DADDY ? "

starring ꒱ gojo, s. geto, k. nanami.

sum ꒱ plethora of jjk men to fuel your daddy issues — which we all know you secretly have

wc: 2.3k

@warnings! ꒱ daddy!kink, age gaps, p in v, basic sex stuff, filthy smut, cumming inside, cunnilingus, degrading, praise, not rlly proof read, kind of buns but oh well. dumbification kinda, i think thats it lmk if not !!

SATORU GOJO; the sugar daddy.

that new bag you eyed for 2 seconds last week? you find it on the dining table with a note that simply writes, ‘enjoy baby!’. your amazon cart? shein cart? bought with fast shipping, no matter how expensive or full it is. those cute pants you keep seeing everyone on tiktok gloating about? bought and on your nightstand.

satoru, loved to spoil his baby in all sorts of shiny jewels and designer, he loved to see the big smile on your face no matter how many times he’s bought you things. when you go out for girls night? he’s sending you with a stack of money, the size and weight of atleast 1000 dollars cash, throwing it down as if it was a mere 20, his only request was to call him if you or your girls needed anything.

but what satoru loved most, was buying you pretty lingerie.

“mmh!- fuck. .” pap, pap, pap. was the only sound that could be heard in your shared bedroom, your body was wrapped in a light blue lace satoru had bought you, the light color matching his eyes beautifully, the panties were pulled to the side, since he claimed he just ‘had to fuck you with it on.’

“fuck baby, you look so gorgeous with this. .” he pants in your ear heavily, he had your legs on his shoulders, ankles to his ears,

“yeah, mmph- you’re taking me so well baby.”

you could barely register his words, the only thing on your mind was how fucking deep he was, you could feel him in your stomach as he hits that spongey spot deep inside over and over.

your jaw seemed to be stuck in a permanent ‘o’ shape, the only thing coming out of your mouth was the pornagraphic moans that you couldn’t seem to hide even if you wanted too.

your body was bouncing with every thrust, your eyes rolling to the back of your head on a particularly hard thrust.

“yeah, fuck- mhm, you look so fucking pretty, holy shit.” gojo never seemed to shut up during sex, even as he moans inbetween every word. he just felt like he had to let you know how good you look and feel.

the pleasure he was feeling made his body want to roll his head back so bad, but he refused to look away from the fucked out expression on your face.

gojo could also never keep his hands off you, caressing your hips, to your waist, down your arms.. groping and pawing at any skin he could get his greedy hands on.

his mouth was no better, when he wasn’t talking your ear off he’s kissing you sloppily, mostly containing of teeth clashing and tongues colliding more then actual lips touching, or kissing down your neck in a poor attempt to muffle his moans.

“t-toru!” you barely whimper out as more tiny ‘ah, ah, ah!’s leave your lips, he shushes you gently with a sinister grin plastered on his face. “I know baby, I know. you can take it thought right?” he whispers moving his head next to your ear, nipping at your skin lightly.

“hmm?” he hums in question, as if you were even able to answer.

“yes!, yes! holy fuck, yes!” you weren’t even quite sure what you were saying yes to at this point, the repeated jabs to your g-spot making you dizzy, you could feel the pleasure slowly become overwhelming.

“mmm,” he hums and speeds up his hips impossibly faster, causing more moans to usher past your lips unexpectedly. he tilts your chin to look at him, making you kiss him as your teeth bump together and your tongue’s tie. “good fucking girl.”

he breathes into your mouth as his eyebrows furrow, he knows you’re just as close as he is.

“g-g’nna cum!” you just barely find the words as you had been fucked utterly senseless. he hums in delight into your mouth before pulling away, kissing and sucking at your neck sloppily,

“cum baby, please.” he begs as he feels you clench around him and chant his name like a mantra.

hearing his name swarm out of your mouth mixed with the way your tightness squeezed around his cock, it sent him over the edge aswell, moaning even louder then you as he buries himself deep in your wetness, letting the ropes of his warm cum spill into you.

SUGURU GETO; the kids you babysits daddy.

It’s probably wrong, the way the same night you tucked his girls into bed after reading them a sweet story, you’re downstairs getting fucked over the kitchen counter.

it was a side gig, an attempt as a broke college student to get some money, eventually you grew to love the two girls you babysat as if they were your own. it also helped that their dad was a fucking smokeshow.

the way you’d run home and tell your girlfriends all about how hot the kids you babysit's dad is, “id call him daddy.” you speak into the phone as you all giggle, in that moment you can also feel your heart drop to your stomach as you hear someone clear their throat from behind you.

“call who daddy sweetheart?” you hear your friends exchange “ooo’s” and laughs through the telephone as you slowly turn around, much to your horror, and see the same man you were just erotically speaking about..

“such a whore baby, is this really the way my children's babysitter should be acting? hm?” he had you in a mean arch, pounding mercilessly into you, the only sound throughout the kitchen being your muffled moans and the squelching beneath you two. you were bent over the kitchen counter, the same one you’ve made the girls food countless time.

it was wrong, you’re sure of that, but its hard to think about that when the only thing on your mind is how fucking deep he was, you swore you could feel him rearranging your guts with each harsh thrust, he knows how to hit that spongey spot deep inside with perfect precision over and over, much better then all those stupid college hook-ups you had.

“s-sugu!, so deep! . . s-shit!” you hear a menacing laugh behind you, mocking you.

realistically, suguru always knew you found him attractive. he could tell by the way your eyes lingered a little to long when you thought he wasn't paying attention, but he always was. he kept a keen eye on you because, frankly, he was also head over fucking heels.

he thought you were the cutest little thing, always showing off in those cute dresses and skirts that hugged your body so tightly, even the days where you wore sweatpants and tracksuits he found himself drooling, still imagining what was underneath.

call him a pervert all you want, especially going for a girl so much younger, so naive. but you were just as much of a pervert. always bending over a little to far in front of him, showing off your cute dainty panties. hugging him a bit to tightly as you left, making sure your boobs pressed riiiight up against him.

which is why he wasted no time bending your little slutty ass over as soon as he could.

“cmon baby, do what you told your friends, yeah?” his head tilts lower, giving open mouth kisses over your neck and down your back, groaning against your skin everytime he feels you clench around his cock.

“mmm-!” you could barely form a coherent thought, hearing the ‘schlick, schlick, shlick’ noises of your messy cunt drooling around him.

“f-fuck! can’t- jesus-!” you stutter out, your eyes crossing as you throw your head back impossibly farther, making suguru reach for your hair and grab it into a sloppy ponytail.

he pulls you by the makeshift pony so your right up next to his own face, “not gonna ask again, little girl.” the husk in his tone, the vile words he’d say, all made you clench tighter and moan louder, biting your bottom lip until it was raw and swollen from trying to contain them.

“s-sorry!” you moan out, the sound of your skin clapping with the wet noises echoing louder throughout the kitchen.

“daddy! fuck fuck- daddy, daddy, daddy!” you can barely contain your screams as he hushes you gently, all with the same sly smirk on his lips that hasn’t left ever since he walked in on your little phone conversation.

“thatsss it,” he groans feeling his own orgasm creeping up. “atta girl, so fucking good.” you felt like you could cum from his words alone, tightening around his shaft once you feel that familiar pleasure consume you.

“c-c’mming!” is all you can manage to get out before it hits you like a fucking train. your legs are shaking, eyes rolled back, uncontainable moans spilling from your lips.

looking at your disheveled state, suguru moans against you burying himself deeeep inside your tummy, what really pushed him over that edge was one more small tight hug from your pussy, causing warm ropes to shoot into you as you squirm, still trying to recover.

“whoopsies, maybe you’ll just have to carry our own kids, hm?”

oh fuck.

KENTO NANAMI; daddy issues daddy.

your relationship with your father was…never great, to say the least, it caused a few problems in your life, sure, but the main one, was the attraction you had in much older men. your friends never understood, i mean, why don’t you want a young guy that can handle you? or a guy your age you can grow old with?

they didnt understand, of course they wouldnt. an older man can throw you around much better then any young guy you’ve been with ever could.

which is why nanami, who you happen to meet at a bar, is practically your dream man ever since the moment you laid eyes on him.

“come here often handsome?” you sit next to him with a seductive smile, leaning your elbow on the bar and resting your cheek on it. he simply turns to look at you, and with an amused huff shakes his head.

“very nice sweetheart,” you can feel your heart swoons at the name. “but im far to old for you.” tch, yeah right.

you aren’t exactly sure how you got where you are now, whether it was the booze, your head being clouded with lust, or maybe both, but your seated in the back of his fancy ass car, with him between your legs.

“you don’t have to do that y’know, if you don’t want too.” you pant looking down at him, I mean afterall no man you’ve ever known has ever really wanted to eat pussy. yet, he still shoots you a perplexed look, shaking his head aggressively.

“I want to,” the words catch you off guard yet make the ache between your thighs even louder. “need to teach you how a real man does it, hm?”

you moan simply at his words and nod your head, throwing your head back as he continues his work kissing along your thighs, humming here and there.

he eventually, comes face to face with your glistening cunt, blowing on it causing your legs to squirm shut, before he quickly grabs ahold of them, now putting your knees allll the way up to your chest, you whine at this before it quickly gets cut off with a real moan once he swipes his tongue through your folds, humming into your wetness.

his tongue swirls around, collecting and swallowing every ounce of your slick as if he was a dehydrated puppy. you’ve never been eaten out with so much . . pleasure? every guy that’s done it before was either terrible at it, completely missing and licking the lips, or just plain hated it anyway.

“mmh- shit. . . feels s’ good.” your head lolls back and more whimpers escape past your lips blissfilly, his lips curl to suckle your sensitive clit, causing you to grab at his hair and whine loudly.

“fuck- so needy baby.” he pants into your soaked hole, mixed with your arousal and his spit. “she’s never been treated right has she? poor thing.” he coos and speaks to it as if it was a real person,

the filthy wet noises emitting from between your thighs only turned you on more, between the constant torture to your clit mixed with his dirty talk? you knew you were a goner soon.

his tongue explored you as much as he could, thrusting the wet muscle into your opening as you needily moan from above him, the grip on his once put together hair, becoming tighter. he sped up, tongue lapping at your essence as he switches between suckling on your clit, to drinking up your dampness.

“s-shit! wait- . . nanami!” the sudden change in pace causes your legs to shake and much louder moans to escape your lips.

unfortunately, everyone that could see the car definitely knew what was going on inside. not only could they hear, but could probably see the car shaking.

your head flew back and your legs attempted to clam together again before a harsh smack! landed against your thigh, causing a whimper to escape your lips.

“keep ‘em open.” the man speaks between your thighs.

“’m close, so f’ckin close-!” the windows were fogged with heat already, nanami slurping at a quickened pace, never failing to reach the most sensitive parts inside of you.

you can feel your climax approaching, the warmth in your belly growing with lust,

“cum.”

was all it took for your legs to shake and your body to writhe and twist above him, he continues to gulp at your creaminess until you ride out your orgasm and have to practically push him off of you.

“wanna see how a real man fucks angel?”

hell yeah you do.

-

toji was supposed to b in this but i got lazy

[emthimofnight]

Metal Sonic 2.0, also known as Flux the Hedgehog! ✨Modeled after Super Sonic and designed to blend in with other Mobians, he's effectively Metal Sonic's cool(annoying) younger brother.

Some fun facts about him:

Has the energy of a 90s era "cool guy" (the type you'd see in an after school special) fused with a peppy camp counselor (who is trying to mask they are secretly a cult leader).

Sees himself as a hero and the rest of the world as needing to be "saved" or "fixed".

BIG fan of Sonic. :) /sinister

Was originally an aging Eggman's attempt at building a Sonic-esque friend for his brooding teenage hologram daughter, Sage. Ended up getting a bit too excited with the project and made manipulate, mansplain, manslaughter into a robot.

Exceptional at finding and targeting emotionally and/or mentally vulnerable people. The king of clever backhanded compliments that undermine the self-confidence of those around him.

Basically, Egghead accidentally made the type of guy who can indeed connect with young people, but in a Jonestown kind of way. 💀

Very much inspired by the SQUIP from Be More Chill! Highly recommend listening to some of the songs featuring the SQUIP to kind of get a vibe for his energy (here are some: 1 2 3).

like c'mon??? don't you wanna be cool??? like him???

[swtheartz]

“ DRIVE WHO CRAZY? ” — M. Grayson variants what’s he like in the bedroom?

info : smut & nsfw, nasty nasty shit idk what to tell you. AFAB reader a / n : i actually need to be spit roasted by every single variant and main mark i’m sorry

SINISTER MARK

biting, scratching, is very condescending in bed. this one doesn’t leave marks to be possessive, as lovely as that thought is. nuh uh. he does it to match with you. he’s the one biting, you’re the one scratching. he prefers cowgirl most of the time, but when he needs to let out his frustrations, he loves a good mating press and full nelson. definitely the kind to record you when you’re fucking—not as blackmail really, but because he likes going back and hearing the sounds you make. likes that he’s the one that makes you sound like that. mirror sex. that’s it. that’s the sentence. spit kink. it’s inevitable with this freak. he’ll put his fingers in your mouth just to see your drool, to feel your teeth on his skin.

MOHAWK MARK

he lovesss someone who’s able to bite back at him. you’re both mean in bed, he absolutely loves it. missionary, cowgirl AND reverse cowgirl, 69. . . i could go on and on. he’s all sloppy kisses and makeouts. will absolutely dry hump you and cum in his suit or pants. don’t ever believe him when he asks for a quickie, it will NEVER be quick. ‘just the tip??’ yeah, no. he’s lying through his teeth. this man cannot live without fully indulging himself in you. you’d think he hated you with the way he fucks you—he’s genuinely, and not so secretly, obsessed. PUSSY EATER. sloppy with it. can’t help but wanna live in between your legs for the rest of his life. spells out his name and a multitude of words on your clit whenever you’re close to cumming, would absolutely suffocate between your thighs if he could. begs you to sit on his face constantly. . . . tongue piercing. . . yum.

SHIESTY MARK

dirty talker 100%. “c’mon, fuck me back. there you go, pretty. keep it up.” doggy style, reverse cowgirl, prone bone. he’s unfortunately an exhibitionist. heavy on eye contact, too, when he’s not wearing that fuck ass shiesty LOLL loves to cover your mouth and tell you to listen, fucks into you harder to get his point across as he obsessed over the filthy sound of your cunt sucking him in. lovesss to finger fuck you. don’t ask him why, he’s not gonna answer. but truthfully, just the thought of making your eyes roll back and to feel you cum around his fingers alone makes him impossibly hard. he’s a little embarrassed about it.

OMNI MARK

very quiet in bed. isn’t messy—no, he’s very precise. knows exactly what to do to make you fall apart. almost like he studies you, wants to know what makes you tick. prone bone, mating press, missionary. don’t ever let this man hit it raw. he won’t ever want to pull out if you do. but if you do. . . he shudders just from putting the tip in. tries to stay calm and collected, but the second he’s all the way down to the hilt, he swears he loses a little bit of his sanity. cockwarming’s a big thing with you two. he doesn’t know how he even manages to control himself, but he manages. for a while, anyway. every once in a while when he feels the need to let out his frustration, this man will put you in a headlock. just to hold you in place because he is definitely big on overstimulation just to hear you squeal. this is why prone bone’s so high on his list. breeding kink. no i’m not elaborating.

taglist : @lxkoluvsu @broicouldjustbuyyousomekombucha @tokoyamisstuff

[thekingsofironfist]

Hwoarang shook his head. "Honestly, I don't really care about money. That's never been all that important to me. But you are. I'm only doin' this because you want it.

Truthfully, he wanted it too.

Never alone again . . . wasn't that what he wanted ? He had been terribly lonely. But he kept denying himself. No, no, devils weren't supposed to experience feelings of loneliness. They were above that, those were silly human emotions. Yet, ever since Jin disappeared, things have been terribly quiet in his head, & he's loathed it.

At least with Hwoarang around, there won't be any silence.

Then again, Hwoarang still believed him to be Jin. He's only agreeing to stay because he thought he was Jin. If he revealed his true nature, that he even killed Jin, he's sure Hwoarang wouldn't react positively or passively about it.

Oh well, he's been living a lie for months now, pretending to be Jin. He can continue it. It didn't matter. Soon enough, he'll reveal his identity to the world when Azazel finally awakened from all the despair.

❝ I don't want to be alone anymore . . . ❞

He pressed a kiss against Hwoarang's head. ❝ & I'll make sure you live comfortably . . . I now possess a lot of wealth to get you anything you want . . . ❞

Live comfortably, at least, until the end comes. But even then, after he becomes a literal God, perhaps he can continue to keep Hwoarang as a pet. There's no harm in keeping one human around.

[mintyys-blog]

CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR— sinister! mark grayson x reader

WARNINGS: masterbating, stalking, somnophilia, DUBCON, smut.

The soft glow of your phone illuminated your face as you scrolled aimlessly through the pages of fanfiction. You were lost in the sea of words—some hot, some awkward, and others that made you cringe outright. Your finger moved instinctively, flicking through stories, some leaving you breathless, others making you roll your eyes. But there was one thing that kept your attention.

You bit your lip, your fingers teasing at the screen as your mind wandered to thoughts of him. Mark. The quiet, charming comic nerd from high school, the guy you secretly crushed on but never dared to act on. After all, he was with Amber, your friend. He had no idea how you felt, and you were content with just watching him from afar. But the characters in the stories… the way they held power, their confidence, their dark seduction—it stirred something inside of you. The heat between your legs slowly built, your body aching for release.

You reached for your vibrator, going under the covers and continuing to scroll through the story.

You imagined yourself in their shoes, feeling the passion described in every word, imagining how it would feel to be taken by someone as ruthless and forceful as the characters in the stories. Your breath hitched, and your heart pounded as the words on the screen seemed to speak directly to you. It almost felt like the man in the stories was whispering in your ear now.

A soft moan escaped your lips, and you couldn’t help yourself as you breathed his name—Mark. Mark. It was almost a prayer, a wish you never thought you’d voice aloud. He was so close, yet so far, always with Amber, the perfect image of the sweet, comic-loving guy who was too kind for someone like you. But tonight, in the privacy of your room, you imagined taking him for yourself. What would it feel like if he wanted you instead of her?

Amber once told you how sex with Mark was, briefly, she described how much of a sweet heart he is, how he would blush. He was soft, gentle, considerate. It was different from the story you were currently reading. Still, trapped in fantasy you imagined Mark choose you, that he threw your legs on his shoulders, and thrusted into you at a pace that left you breathless. The thought brought you to an orgasm, moaning Marks name once more.

You sighed in contentment, your hands trembling as you placed the toy in the drawer. That would be a problem for later. For now, sleep was calling to you, urging you to shut your eyes and drift into blissful oblivion. “I wish Mark was with me instead..” you felt bad for saying out, but it was how you truly felt. Mark seemed so happy with Amber, so eager to impress her. Only if he saw you instead, looked past Amber to see you.

But you didn’t know you weren’t alone.

Outside, just beyond the window, Mark lingered in the darkness. Only he was dressed in a yellow and black suit. His eyes glinted as he watched you, his smirk growing darker with every sound that escaped your lips. Every moan. Every whisper of his name. He had heard it all, seen it all, and now, his twisted mind was buzzing with anticipation.

You had no idea that an alternate version of your secret crush was standing right outside, completely aware of the desires you had hidden so deeply. And as you drifted off to sleep, he stayed, a shadow in the night, waiting for the perfect moment to make his presence known.

His smile widened. “You think I didn’t hear you, don’t you?” he whispered to himself, voice dark and dangerous. “You should’ve been more careful about what you wish for.”

The night stretched on in eerie silence, broken only by the occasional rustle of wind outside. Mark remained perfectly still, hidden in the shadows. His gaze never wavered from your window, and when he saw you finally fall asleep, a twisted satisfaction gripped him.

Slowly, as if testing the very air around him, he drifted toward the house. His feet never touched the ground. He was a shadow, unseen, unnoticed. The faintest brush of his fingers against the cold glass, and then he was inside—silent, like a predator stalking its prey.

His eyes scanned your room, dark and empty save for the soft hum of the night around you. Every detail was burned into his mind—the way your sheets lay slightly tangled, the soft, muted glow of the lamp still by your bed, the scent of your skin hanging in the air. He inspected the space as if memorizing it, studying everything you’d left behind. A drawer slightly open, your discarded clothes from earlier, the faintest trace of your perfume. It was all perfect.

Then, his gaze shifted toward you.

You were lying there, completely unaware of his presence, the gentle rise and fall of your chest the only sign of life. His body hovered just above you, inches from your sleeping form. His breathing slowed, his eyes darkening as he looked down at you. He could practically taste the heat you had left behind, the desperation in the air.

His hand moved without hesitation. He let it trail down your cheek, so soft, so deliberate. His fingers brushed over your skin, making sure he was close enough for you to feel the chill of his presence, even in your sleep.

You shifted slightly in your slumber, a quiet sigh escaping your lips, but you didn’t wake. Mark smiled, his breath hot against your skin, and he lingered for a moment, letting the silence thicken.

His voice, a mere whisper, grazed your ear, “You have no idea how badly I want you.” His words were dark, intoxicating, like poison slipping through your subconscious. “But, don’t worry… I’ll make sure you don’t forget me.”

The smile that played on his lips was twisted, filled with dark amusement. Slowly, he drew his hand back, lingering in the shadows once more, watching you—waiting, patient.

Mark knew this was just the beginning. He wasn’t finished with you. Not by a long shot.

Mark’s gaze darkened as he hovered over you, every detail of your exposed form burned into his mind. The room was cool, and as the blanket fell away from your body, it revealed you to him completely—vulnerable, unaware, and utterly at his mercy. His eyes traced every curve, every delicate shift of your body as you unknowingly reacted to the cold, your soft shivers making something dark stir in him.

He scoffed at the thought, almost amused. “To think,” he murmured to himself, voice laced with a twisted edge, “that you think Mark Grayson is the one for you.” He shook his head softly, a low chuckle escaping his lips. “How wrong you are.”

His figure moved silently toward you, like a shadow blending with the darkness, closing the distance between you and him. With a calculated motion, he slid his hand over your hair, pushing it gently aside, his fingers grazing the soft skin of your neck. You shifted again, but remained asleep, your breathing steady and unaware of the presence looming so close.

Mark smiled darkly, leaning closer, his body hovering over yours. He could feel the heat radiating from you, the soft rise and fall of your chest. His hand trailed down the line of your collarbone, fingers ghosting over your skin, barely touching, but enough to make you stir again. He watched every reaction, every small shift of your body.

“You wish for Mark Grayson, don’t you?” he whispered into the silence, his voice low, almost teasing. “But not the one you think of… No, you’re going to have me.”

His hand moved lower, pressing gently against your skin, feeling your pulse quicken ever so slightly under his touch. His smirk deepened as he leaned even closer, watching the slight tremor of your body as he traced the curve of your collarbone. He could practically taste your desire, even though you didn’t know the true source of it.

“I’ll grant your wish,” he murmured, the words heavy with dark intent, “but it’s not the Mark Grayson you’ve been dreaming of. No… it’s me.”

For a moment, he stayed there, watching you as your body shivered again from the cool air, and yet, he felt the warmth in the room growing around him. He wasn’t going anywhere. This was only the beginning. The twisted promise was clear: Mark Grayson, as you thought him to be, was nothing compared to the one who was now standing over you.

He pulls off the remainder of your clothes which was just an oversized T Shirt. He traced his fingers over your nipples, watching them harden with the help of the cool air. He moved your thighs to be between them, in an instant he was naked. His suit discarded in a neat pile on the floor. The tip of his cock rested on the outside of your folds. He watched as he spread them apart slowly with his fingers, “so wet..” he whispered. He slowly eased his cock in, stopping when you stirred again. He groaned lowly, “you’re tight,” he holds your thighs to his waist, thrusting slowly, watching as whimpers and moans escaped from your mouth.

He smirked, “dirty girl,” as he continued he grew more confident, thrusting faster and with more power than before. Quiet grunts and groans escaped his lips, and he almost panicked when he saw your eyes slowly open. Still sleepy, you whisper his name, “Mark?” You blink away the sleep, moaning as he speeds up, “wait..!” You hit his chest, pushing against him, but it was useless, your nails raked down his forearms. “Oh! That feels.. good” you throw your head back, over taken by pleasure and lust.

His fingers came to play with your clit, rubbing in circles, the bed creaking with every thrust. You tried to warn him that you were close, but any coherent thought left you as you came with a cry. Still, he refused to stop, putting one of your legs on his shoulder, allowing him to go deeper with the new angle. “Mark!” You whimpered, recovering from the aftershocks of your previous orgasm.

He covered your mouth, “shh, shh, just enjoy it.” And enjoy it you did. You orgasmed more times in that night then you ever have before, over stimulated you passed out.

Mark sucked on your neck, “good girl,” he came with a grunt, slowly pulling out to watch his seed spill from between your legs on your sheets.

He kisses your lips one last time, “you’re mine now,” he whispered. He covered your body back with the blanket, changing into his suit in a flash, he crossed his arms. Watching as your chest rose and fell. He then vanished within a second. Leaving a gust of wind in his wake.

The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, but it was no comfort to you. Your body felt heavy, exhausted as though you hadn’t slept at all. You blinked, disoriented, and slowly pushed yourself up from the bed, the sheets tangling around your legs as you reluctantly removed the blanket. There was a dull ache in your muscles, a tightness you couldn’t quite place. But your mind was elsewhere.

You couldn’t stop thinking about the dream. It was vivid, almost too vivid to just be a product of your imagination. Mark. Mark Grayson. The way he had felt—close, but not quite there. His presence had been so real, so commanding. You shivered involuntarily, the memory of his touch, his voice whispering in your ear, sending a strange thrill down your spine. It had been a dream… right?

Still, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t quite right. Your body hummed with a strange energy as you padded across the room, a little unsteady on your feet as you headed toward the bathroom. You had to shake off the lingering sensation, the way his words echoed in your mind.

The shower would help, you thought, as you turned the water on and waited for it to heat up. The warm steam slowly filled the bathroom, a comforting sensation against the coldness of your skin. You stood there, breathing in the mist, trying to clear your head. But it felt like the room was still charged, almost as though you were still surrounded by the intensity of the dream.

As the water reached the right temperature, you stepped forward, ready to wash away the remnants of the night. But when you caught sight of yourself in the mirror, your breath hitched. You froze, a cold shiver running down your spine, and your heart skipped a beat.

A dark, unmistakable mark marred your neck—a nasty hickey, dark and fresh, as if someone had just left it there. Your hand flew to the spot, fingers trembling as you touched it, not understanding how it was possible. You hadn’t been with anyone, not last night, not in weeks. You hadn’t even seen Mark recently, let alone… done that.

Your mind raced. How did it get there? You pulled away from the mirror, eyes wide with disbelief. The reflection staring back at you seemed foreign, as though the person in the glass wasn’t the one who had gone to sleep the night before.

Was it… was last night really a dream? You couldn’t wrap your mind around it. The sensations, the feelings, the way it all felt so real. But this mark—it had to be proof that it wasn’t just your imagination.

Swallowing hard, you turned away from the mirror, your heart pounding in your chest as your thoughts spiraled. You tried to tell yourself it wasn’t possible. That there was no way Mark had been in your room. But deep down, you couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that maybe—just maybe—last night had been something far darker than just a dream.

You took a deep breath and shook your head, forcing yourself to push the thoughts away. It had to be your imagination, just a lingering remnant of the dream messing with your head. The hickey—maybe you had scratched yourself in your sleep, or maybe it was some weird bruise you hadn’t noticed before. Either way, dwelling on it wouldn’t do you any good.

You stepped into the shower, letting the hot water cascade over your body, hoping it would wash away both the mark and the unsettling thoughts that came with it. Right now, you had to focus on getting ready for class.

A small smile tugged at your lips as you thought about Mark. Well, the Mark—the one you’d crushed on since high school. Maybe you’d see him today, if he decided to actually show up for class. He had a habit of skipping, but on the days he was there, you always found yourself paying just a little more attention.

Once you finished showering and got dressed, you grabbed your bag and left your dorm, stepping out into the crisp morning air. The campus was already buzzing with students, some dragging their feet toward their early classes, others chatting in small groups.

As you rounded the corner, you nearly walked straight into someone. “Oh—sorry!” you said quickly, only to realize who it was.

Amber.

“Hey, stranger,” Amber greeted with a grin, adjusting the strap of her bag. “You look like you barely slept. Late-night study session or just too much scrolling?”

You let out a small laugh, deciding not to mention the real reason for your exhaustion. “Yeah, something like that,” you said vaguely.

Amber linked arms with you as you both started walking toward class. “So, did you do the reading for today, or are we both winging it again?”

“Definitely winging it,” you admitted with a smirk.

The two of you chatted as you walked, catching up on the little things—class, assignments, campus gossip. It was easy to fall into conversation with Amber; she was good at making things feel normal. And for now, that’s what you needed.

Normal. Even if, deep down, something still didn’t feel quite right.

Amber nudged you playfully, a knowing grin spreading across her face. “So, who’s the lucky guy? Or girl? I won’t judge.”

You froze mid-step. “Uh… what?”

Amber rolled her eyes. “Come on! Don’t play dumb. I can see that hickey behind all that foundation.”

Your stomach dropped. Your hand instinctively flew to your neck, as if you could somehow shield it from her gaze. Heat rushed to your face, and suddenly, the morning air didn’t feel so cool anymore.

“I—” You scrambled for an excuse, anything to explain it away. But nothing came. You hadn’t been with anyone. You knew you hadn’t. And yet… the evidence was right there, plain as day, enough for Amber to catch onto it even after you tried covering it up.

Amber raised a brow at your silence. “Wait… you don’t even know how you got it, do you?”

You let out a forced laugh. “No, I—I must’ve just… I don’t know, maybe I bumped into something?” It was weak, and you knew it.

Amber gave you a look. “Bumped into something? Babe, that’s not how hickeys work.”

You swallowed hard. “I was half-asleep last night. Maybe I, like… scratched myself in my sleep or something.”

Amber snorted. “Uh-huh. Sure. Unless you suddenly grew a mouth on your own neck, that’s a hickey—and a pretty nasty one at that.” She leaned in, smirking. “So spill. Who’s been sneaking into your bed at night?”

If only she knew.

You forced a smile, shrugging like it was no big deal. “Just a weird dream, that’s all. No mystery lover here.”

Amber eyed you for a second, like she didn’t quite believe you, but eventually, she let it go with a dramatic sigh. “Fine, keep your secrets. But if I see another one pop up, I’m demanding names.”

You laughed, though it was more to hide your nerves than anything else.

But as you walked beside her, pretending everything was fine, a single thought gnawed at the back of your mind. Was last night really just a dream? Something told her it was too real to be fake.

The moment you and Amber reached the lecture hall, you spotted him.

Mark stood near the entrance, looking as effortlessly casual as ever—hoodie slightly wrinkled, dark curls an unkempt mess, but with that same easygoing charm that had drawn you in since high school.

Amber lit up at the sight of him, grinning as she closed the distance between them. “Hey, handsome,” she teased, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. “You finally going to class today, or are we just lucky?”

Mark chuckled, his hands resting loosely on her waist. “Yeah, yeah. Figured I should actually show up before you start yelling at me about my grades.”

His voice was warm, affectionate. His eyes—soft, full of something real—were locked onto Amber. Completely focused on her.

You stood beside them, feeling out of place, the moment stretching uncomfortably long.

Then, for the briefest second, his gaze flicked toward you. A glance. Barely an acknowledgment. No warmth, no interest—just a fleeting recognition that you were there.

Your stomach twisted, a quiet ache settling in your chest.

You had known, of course. You had always known where his heart lay. But seeing it so plainly, so undeniably clear in his eyes, made it so much harder to pretend it didn’t hurt.

Clearing your throat, you stepped back. “Uh—yeah, I’ll just, um… head inside.”

Amber barely noticed, still caught up in her playful banter with Mark. “Oh, yeah, we’ll catch up in a second!” she said, laughing.

Mark didn’t even look your way again.

You forced a small smile, turning toward the door, trying to ignore the way your chest felt tight.

But just as you stepped inside, a strange sensation crawled up your spine.

Like eyes on you.

Not Mark—the one standing outside, completely wrapped up in Amber. No, this was different. More intense. Hungrier.

You swallowed hard, shaking the feeling away. It was nothing. Just your imagination. At least… that’s what you told yourself.

Sliding into a seat near the back of the lecture hall, you exhaled quietly, relieved to be away from the scene outside. You popped in one earbud, scrolling through your phone before settling on a song that matched your mood. Something low, something to drown out the noise in your head.

Class wouldn’t start for another ten minutes.

Leaning back in your chair, you glanced at the clock before shifting your gaze out the window. The campus looked peaceful from up here. Birds flitted between the trees, the occasional student walked across the courtyard, and for a brief moment, you allowed yourself to relax.

Then— A flash of black and yellow. You jumped, your body tensing as your eyes snapped back to the window. What the hell was that?

You blinked, scanning the area again, searching for whatever it was. But there was nothing. Just the trees swaying in the wind, students moving about their day, completely unaware. Your pulse quickened. You knew you had seen something. It had been quick—just a flicker in the corner of your eye—but it was there.

A trick of the light? Maybe. But deep down, something inside you whispered otherwise. Shaking your head, you turned back to your phone, trying to brush it off. You were probably just tired. That’s all... Right?

Back in your dorm, you shut the door behind you, locking it instinctively. The silence of your room felt heavier than usual, wrapping around you like a thick fog.

You set your bag down on the chair and stood in the center of the room, scanning your surroundings. Everything looked normal—your bed slightly messy from when you rushed out this morning, your desk cluttered with books and papers, the faint scent of your shampoo lingering in the air.

But something was off.

You bit your lip, trying to piece together the fragments of last night.

The dream. It had felt so real. Mark had been here. He had touched you, whispered to you, been inside you.

Your breath hitched as you reached up, fingers brushing over the fading hickey on your neck. The proof.

You froze.

“Oh my god.”

You shot up from your chair, your heartbeat slamming against your ribs.

You had sex with Mark Grayson.

The realization crashed into you like a tidal wave, leaving you breathless.

The hickey—there was no other explanation. You hadn’t been with anyone else. It had to be him.

But… how?

You wracked your brain, trying to remember every detail. The dream—it had been intense, overwhelming, too vivid to just be a product of your imagination.

Your skin prickled as you replayed it in your head.

The way he touched you. The way he looked at you.

But then— You frowned. Something wasn’t right.

The Mark in your dream… he hadn’t felt like him. Not the Mark you knew. Not the Mark who barely acknowledged you in class, the Mark who only had eyes for Amber.

This Mark had been different. Darker. Hungrier. He was a lot more rough and demanding than what Amber described.

Your hands were shaking as you grabbed your phone, quickly scrolling through your contacts until you found Amber’s name. You hesitated for only a second before pressing the call button.

It barely rang twice before she answered.

“Yello?” Amber’s voice was light, casual, completely oblivious to the panic clawing at your chest.

You swallowed hard. “Amber, it’s me, Y/N. Weird question, but… uh, where was Mark last night?”

There was a pause on the other end. “…Uh, he was with me last night?” she answered slowly, like she wasn’t sure why you were asking. Your breath caught. “Are you sure? Like, the whole night?”

Amber scoffed. “Yes? We were hanging out at my place, and he fell asleep there. Why?”

You froze, as it confirmed your initial thoughts. Mark had been with Amber. The whole night. Then— Who the hell had been in your room?

“Y/N? What’s going on?” Amber asked, her voice laced with confusion. “You’re kinda freaking me out right now.”

You forced a nervous laugh, gripping your phone so tightly your knuckles turned white. “Uh—no reason! Sorry, I—I just remembered I have to be somewhere. Talk later, okay?”

Before she could press further, you ended the call. The silence that followed was deafening. Your pulse pounded in your ears as you slowly lowered the phone from your ear.

If Mark had been with Amber all night… Then the person in your room, the one who touched you, who whispered in your ear, who left that hickey on your neck… It wasn’t him. Your stomach twisted violently. Something was very wrong.

You sat on the edge of your bed, gripping your phone tightly, your mind racing.

If Mark had been with Amber all night, then who—what—had been in your room? Your fingers brushed over the fading hickey on your neck.

It had felt so real. The way he touched you. The way he whispered to you. The way he felt.

You knew Mark. You had crushed on him for years. You had memorized every little detail about him—his voice, his scent, the way he moved. And last night… that person had looked exactly like him.

But now, you weren’t so sure. You tried to think rationally. Maybe you were just exhausted. Maybe your mind was playing tricks on you. Maybe this was some elaborate prank—though you had no idea how anyone could pull off something this insane.

But deep down, something told you this wasn’t a joke. This was real. And if that wasn’t Mark… Then who was it? And why did he look just like him?

It started with glimpses.

At first, you thought it was paranoia. The weight of the hickey on your skin, the unanswered questions, the impossibility of what had happened—it all had to be messing with your head.

But then you started seeing him. At the corner of your vision, in the blurred edges of your periphery. In reflections—your bedroom mirror, the glass of a passing window, the darkened screen of your phone.

In crowds, where he stood just a little too still, his gaze locked onto you while everyone else moved around him like he wasn’t even there.

Mark. But not Mark. Because something about him was off.

His eyes lingered too long. His smile was just a little too sharp, like he knew something you didn’t.

And then—he started invading your life.

It was the small things at first. A flower left on your windowsill, its petals blackened at the edges. A note tucked into your books, written in handwriting eerily identical to Mark’s—Miss me?

A whisper in your ear when no one was around.

“You look so beautiful when you sleep.”

You had spun around, heart hammering, but the room had been empty.

No one else noticed.

Not Amber. Not your classmates. Not even the real Mark, who remained blissfully unaware, still wrapped up in his perfect little world with Amber.

You tried to tell yourself you were imagining it. That stress and exhaustion were getting to you. But deep down, you knew the truth. He was real. And he wasn’t going anywhere.

Then, one night—he came back.

You woke with a start, the air in your room heavy, suffocating. You weren’t sure what had pulled you from sleep, but the second you turned your head, you felt it.

Someone was there. A figure sat perched on the edge of your bed, watching you with amused eyes.

Your breath caught in your throat. Mark. But not Mark. His smirk was wider than it should be, his head tilting slightly as he admired the look of fear on your face. His eyes, dark and gleaming, held something almost hungry.

“You wanted Mark Grayson, didn’t you?” he murmured, his voice smooth, teasing, wrong.

He leaned closer, until his lips were inches from yours.

“Well…” His fingers trailed up your arm, sending a shiver down your spine. “Now you have me.”

[gatorbites-imagines]

can you requested of all 20 mark Grayson on how differently it is to having sex with them in different situations since I'm wonder how you imagined that they prefer in bed or public lol

Alternate Mark headcanons 

There is just way too many of them, so i can't go into detail about all of them and what they would all be like. So instead, here is a few things they would be into, both as a group and individually.  

Keep in mind that some will be similar, and honestly, they're probably all into the same stuff for the most part, just to different degrees. 

What every Mark is into 

Oral fixation 

Praise Kink 

Heart beat kink, I have no idea if this even has a name. 

Cock warming (on you) 

Breeding (on him) 

Cumplay  

Collaring (some actual collars, shock collars, necklaces, chokers, etc) 

Petplay/ownership (to different degrees) 

Now on to each Mark 

Sinister Mark 

Cannibalism, obviously. 

Strength kink, could be you being stronger, or using something to weaken him. 

Gore, blood, etc. 

Milking (on him) 

High-top Mark 

Nipple torture 

Blindfolding 

Flexibility (like, you putting him in a mating press or in a split, etc etc) 

Gloves and boots, worship of your gloves and boots 

Prisoner Mark 

Loves you being loud, be it moaning, grunting or dirty talk, can't stand the silence. 

Massages. Doesn't even have to be steamy, he just loves feeling your hands on him. 

Hands and anything involving your hands. 

Likes taking it slow but very deep, really just wants to feel it. 

20/20 Mark 

Spit and drool, please spit in his mouth 

Very intense eye contact 

Orgasm control 

Scratching and mark him up when you guys bang 

Flaxan Mark 

Voice kink, please speak to him 

Sentai and hero suits, especially you wearing it 

Boot worship 

Your feet and legs in general 

Mohawk Mark 

Is extremely loud and cocky, but is also the worst crier during time together. 

Loves to be forced into submission in one way or another. 

Piercings and other body modifications. Would pass out if you pierced or tattooed him. 

What do you call the kink where they like to watch. Like, not you with other Marks, but he loves watching you shower or go about your day. Could jerk off to you doing the dishes if he had to. 

Just... cumming on things in general. Check your protein drink before sipping it... 

Long haired Mark 

Hairpulling, obviously. 

Gets embarrassingly turned on by you washing or styling his hair for him. 

Flexibility, is the most flexible out of all of them. 

Spit and drool 

Bug eye Mark 

Doing it outside, especially in nature or the backyard. 

Oviposition 

Way too into tentacles, embarrassed about it 

Hands, anything to do with your hands. 

Half mask Mark 

Watersports, on him, in him, please in his mouth. Thats why the mask only covers half his face. 

Choking and asphyxiation. 

The raunchiest and sloppiest throatfucking you can think of, wants you to go so hard he passes out. 

Hairpulling. 

Maskless Mark 

Pillow humper, bed humper, table humper. Humper in general 

Blushes the most out of all the Marks, it travels all the way down his chest and back. 

Overstimulation, please keep going until he's crying and his voice is all ruined. 

Likes being grabbed and manhandled. Is also the only Mark who has past experience with men.

Full Mask Mark 

Very sensitive gag reflex, but loves to loudly gag and glug on it, drool all over his face and voice raspy. 

Biggest daddy kink out of all of them. Starts saying it on accident. It spreads to the others. 

Loves your mouth on him, especially when you eat him out. 

Loves sleepy time together, like when you guys have just woken up in the morning. 

Moustache Mark 

Feminization (on him), very embarrassed about it. 

Would wear panties if you asked. He secretly wants too, but is too ashamed to try. 

Takes the breeding kink to the next level. (Busts on the spot when you joke about knocking him up). 

If you grew a beard or moustache, but also, you cutting his moustache off. He can't explain why it turns him on so much. 

Shiesty Mark 

Chubby Chaser. Your body type doesn't really matter, but he does get a lil extra giddy if you have some junk in your trunk. 

Sloppiest head you've ever gotten. Full mask may have the worst gag reflex, but Shiesty makes it wet, sloppy and loud on purpose. 

Put a cockring on him, he won't be able to see straight knowing he's got it on. 

Goes really deep into subspace and is so sweet and obedient when he is. Doesn't happen a lot, needs extra aftercare. 

Omni-Mark 

No idea what to call it. He would want to be your housewife, apron and all. 

Also into piss. Doesn't mind watersports, but really into omorashi. Goes wild if he lets go in his suit and how visible it is. 

Just you being dominant in general and telling him what to do. 

Hickeys and bruises. 

Viltrumite Mark 

CBT, especially if you mix it with some roleplay 

Sounding 

Probably got some kinda kink for like, submission. Like, how viltrumites will swear themselves to their leader, on their knee, hand on heart, etc. 

Likes getting told what to do. Acts like it doesnt matter and he only does it because he cares about you, but it gets his rocks off. 

Bulletproof Mark 

Cock cages. 

Muscle worship and massages. Seeing his body covered in oil makes his heart face. 

Feet, hands, your back. Wants to bite and worship you all over. 

Voice kink, please talk to him. 

Faceless Mark 

Edging that then becomes overstimulation, until he's arching and unable to breathe.  

Choking and asphyxiation. Would want to try you waterboarding him, but just hasn't mentioned it... 

Likes watching you get off, just by yourself and not with others. 

Big sucker for soft words and pets, straight up melts against you and would purr if he could. 

Empire Mark 

Worst sweat and musk pig you've ever met. He acts all tough but his knees buckle if you pull him under your arm. 

Can be really really bratty, like, it's horrible. Steals your laundry too, but they all do, he just does it the most. 

Spanking, bruises, hickeys, etc. 

Sloppy seconds, in the sense, that he likes giving you head after you've fucked one of the others. 

Honorary mention 

Cyborg Mark (my original Alt Mark) 

He can change out his genitals, got that robussy, markussy? Yes, it can vibrate, has all the settings you need. 

Doesn't have his original tongue, so his new one is longer and a lot more flexible. He also has no gag reflex. 

Can't actually really digest anything he eats and drinks, so he can save your load. Might give it to the other Marks, for a price... 

Extremely insecure about his body, but also a huge sucker for compliments and praise. 

[luvvcharxo]

FAVOURITE THING ABOUT YOU.

pairing ─ ⋆ mohawk mark, sinister mark, vitrumite mark, lensless mark, full masked mark x fem!reader.

warnings ─ ⋆ MDNI! smut, suggestive content.

summary ─ ⋆ what do the mark variants find the most attractive about you?

notes ─ ⋆ im changing up my post designs a bit, tell me if u like it! also ive never written for the variants before but i hope this is good!! thank u to the user who requested this. this is pretty short sorry

MOHAWK MARK.

─ one thing this freak loves is boobs. whether your boobs are big or small, he loves them. he loves burying his head between them after a long day, pressing kisses to them when the two of you are cuddling, and he especially loves seeing them bounce when the two of you are having sex. ─ when you wear lower-cut tops that show your cleavage, it turns mark on immediately, but he also gets really protective when he sees another guy eyeing you up. because what the fuck is that dude thinking? you're obviously his, and since that guy doesn't seem to understand, he'll teach him. mark just hopes you won't question why he turns up at your home covered in blood. oops.

SINISTER MARK.

─ if you're submissive and treat him like a god, that's what he wants. what do you expect from him? he doesn't want you to be one of those people that does whatever they want, are you crazy? you're his, and that means he owns you. you should be grateful that he's even kept you alive this long. mark could kill you faster than you could blink. why hasn't he yet? don't ask.

VILTRUMITE MARK.

─ his favourite thing is someone who's breedable (what? he needs to repopulate viltrum) and someone who's kind enough to teach him the ways of earth. also, he secretly likes it when you stand your ground and stand up for yourself. it turns him on, honestly, knowing that you're strong too, even if it's not in a physical way. ─ chubbiness is attractive for him, too. it makes you feel more breedable in a way (freak) and he likes it. mark loves picking you up.

LENSLESS MARK.

─ call him a masochist, but he LOVES if you're a bit bitchy and tough. if you degrade him in bed, even better! that man loves being dominated, so if you enjoy doing it, he'll never leave. never. ─ mark loves when you put him in his place. knowing that he's way stronger than you and could easily kill you, yet you're the one seemingingly in charge, it just turns him on. ─ appearance-wise, he loves muscles. if you're strong (for a human, at least) it gives him a boner. back muscles are hot as fuck for him, too. he loves seeing them ripple when he hits it from the back.

FULL MASKED MARK.

─ he just wants someone to hug, to cuddle. someone he can talk to and who will talk to him. he's not picky, mark just wants someone to love him for him and will show him undying affection, no matter what happens. ─ if you're soft, sweet, and caring, he loves you even more. he'll visit you after a rough day and find refuge in your lap, enjoying the sensation of your nails in his hair, and he'll talk. about everything. afterwards, he feels guilty about ranting too much, but you reassure him that it's fine, that you like listening to him.

notes ─ ⋆ ahhh i hope this was okay. i kinda alternated a bit from the request but yeah. also if u guys cant tell i LOVE mohawk mark, that freak is mine 👅👅 i wanted to include omni-mark bc hes so fine but i dont understand his character enough :(

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Invincible Variants x Pregnant! Reader

Request from Ao3: I would love to seriously see how the evil Marks would react to getting reader pregnant. There has to happen at least at one point! I can totally see them all collectively freaking out! I seriously hope there is one that goes "Our baby needs a bed fit for a Princess/Prince...you know what, let's just build them their very own castle! Fill it full of toys! Make it a castle playroom!"

...you don't really think this was an accident, do you?

Omni-Mark has been planning to babytrap you since day one. He's prepared every detail of this kid's life way before you were even expecting, from the place you'll give birth until the day their powers kick in everything is carefully thought through.

That doesn't mean he'll completely disregard your wishes, though the crucial decisions are set by himself. But he'd love to prepare the nursery according to your taste and wouldn't mind picking out names together either.

Just because he's overly composed on the outside doesn't mean he isn't secretly overjoyed, he's just bad at showing it.

After the initial shock Mohawk Mark is absolutely delighted. Never thought about the possibility before, but if it's with you, he's so ready to be a dad!

One might think his erratic and almost childish nature indicates he's not cut out to be a father, but he pulls himself together the second he hears the news. Gets advice from the few people he trusts on how to parent in general, but will mostly just wait and see.

Maybe that's a good thing, he'll keep you from overthinking too much with his silly behavior, but he also reminds you that you're in this together and you'll figure it out no matter what.

Buys all the toys. Seriously, this guy will be the greatest playmate for your kid, it'll be incredibly heartwarming to see him tend to his little buddy. He's really trying, give him credit.

Sinister Mark is utterly appaled. This is a literal nightmare scenario to him.

He is insane, but self-aware - and honestly, he's sure the last person who should have children. Not to mention, what if it turns out like him?!

His reluctance mostly stems from his antisocial personality. It was hard enough for him to accept this weakness that is his love for you, but letting another person into his rotten heart seems like an impossible task.

Can't bring himself to leave you, but throughout the whole ordeal he'll nag that this is a horrible idea and you both will have to suffer the consequences (when in reality he is just anxious to fuck everything up). Refuses to look at ultrasounds or involve himself in any planning, but is always vigilant about your well-being and makes sure you got everything you need.

As soon as he is persuaded unto holding it for the first time though, he's completely changed. "I only knew them for a day but if anything happens to them I'll kill anyone here and then myself" kinda way.

Hopefully they take after you, since you're the only person he could ever tolerate.

...of course you are? That's what you're supposed to do: give Target Invincible an heir.

Orders his subordinates into providing the literally best care in the entire universe for you and the unborn, and fulfills your every wish throughout your circumstance.

He's very thoughtful to the point of being controlling. You'll have a strict schedule, excercise and meal plan to stick to if you want to grant him peace of mind.

During this whole time he'll be unusual compliant and gentle, not once raising his voice or criticize you to spare you two any stress. Instead he showers you in praise for granting him this greatest wish of starting a family with someone he deemed worthy to carry his children.

Thats the first time you see No-Goggles Invincible serious. No laughter, no snarky remark, he just stares at you like a deer in the headlights.

Starting a family was never really on his mind, after all it was already out of character for him to stay in a - more or less - serious relationship with you. But hey, as random as he can be, he quickly grows fond of to the idea and adapts surprisingly well.

Keeps his cool for the most part and doesn't really seem to take this seriously. Finds it absolutely hilarious if you yell at him in your hormonal state and may even let you use him as a punching bag before shutting you up with a kiss.

He also really enjoys putting an ear on your belly to talk with his little one, and this continues even after birth. Poor baby never has a moment of quiet.

Due to his mission to repopulate his kind, having children with you has always been on Viltrumite Mark's To-Do list. It's a little early, but he ain't complaining.

From the very moment that he finds out about the pregnancy, you're not allowed to lift a single finger. Prepare to get coddled relentlessly.

Get's super clingy during the process, his hands are on your belly 24/7 even long before you start showing. In general his mood shifted, barely noticeable through his stoic nature but you know him well enough to know he is definetly excited.

This certainly won't stay your only child.

Viltrumite Mark is not surprised. This guy has the biggest breeding kink ever, and he always knew you were the one for him, so...no use for protection.

He's got a huge community of loyal followers who got experience and are willing to help out with anything, but otherwise he's more the easygoing kinda guy. Is convinced a loving environment is all a baby needs and anything else you'd just take as it comes.

Literally worships you even more than usual. Indulges you by getting you any craving from earth, gives you as many back and foot rubs you want, carries your belly if it gets too heavy...

Just can't wait to meet his mini me and take them out on adventures!

To Unmasked Mark you're all that matters, so he will go with whatever choice you make.

It's already hard enough to see you - his heart - walk outside of his body, but another person he will most likely love to death, so small and even more vulnerable? A frightening thought.

Being a man with countless enemies, he feels like good things only happen to him so they can be taken away again as punishment for his sins. Really, he doesn't think he deserves such a blessing after all the evil he's committed in the past.

In the end this is only one more reason for him to keep living and strive to become a better man - and hopefully a father your child deserves.

Fully Masked Mark seriously doesn't know whether to be thrilled or terrified.

After all, pregnancy can be a great burden on your health and in some cases even lethal! He'll frequently spiral into absolute horror scenarios of how this could end up, so you need to help him focus on positive anticipation instead.

But aside from his usual worries this is a dream come true! Being reunited with the love of his life was already a miracle itself, and now he even gets to start a family with you?! He's just so unbelievably thankful that you're doing this with him, and constantly reminds you how he would do anything for the two of you.

Begs you to name it after his mom shall it become a girl.

It takes two to achieve this, but you'll never hear the end of it with Veiled Invincible.

Won't stop nagging about not being cut out to change diapers or missing the patience to endure a screaming kid day and night. He's got a point, dude barely can take care of himself, all he knows is fighting and having a good time.

Reality only sets in when he hears the child's heartbeat for the first time, and damn this guy cries like a kicked dog. You've seriously never seen him like this before. Hard shell soft core or so they say...

Childbirth really shifted his whole perception of how much you mean to him, he absolutely panicked seeing you suffer like this and not being bale to do anything about it.

Will thank you eternally for for convincing him to the best decision of his life and swear that despite of his many shortcomings, he will always keep you two safe and happy.

[chososdiscordkitten]

pairing: Gojo x afab!reader content: no use of y/n or pronouns, NO PLOT JUST PORN, BREEDING KINK, mentions of PREGNANCY and BABY TRAPPING, unestablished relationship, gojo is such a tease, dirty talk, doggy, teasing, fingering, oral (f receiving) , he eats it from the back, eye contact, cervix kissing (?), multiple orgasms, gaslighting (?), Gojo doesn't know when to shut the fuck up, no after care sowy word count: 3.3k

(a.n) wrote this cause i couldnt stop thinking abt the 'plap plap plap get pregnant get pregnant' meme lol also have y'all noticed I have a thing for cream pies lol? wrote this listening to 'Martillazo- Dani Flow'

MDNI

What you had with Satoru wasn't a ‘relationship’ in his words. It wasn't dating, or a situationship. He just liked you, he liked being around you.

And most of all, he liked fucking you. But recently he had been toying around with the idea of one day telling him this arrangement wasn’t enough anymore.

And knowing Satoru, he wouldn't ask you for anything more serious. Not because he didn't want it too, but he didn't want to seem weak in front of you. Especially in front of you.

And I mean how humiliating would that be? The strongest asking you for a relationship? The mere thought made him cringe.

But he didn't like thinking that way, he didn't like thinking of you finding someone else that can give you a real relationship.

So Satoru tried to think of ways to make you his, and only his. Ways that didn't involve him confessing his feelings. Marking you up with hickeys on your breasts, bite marks on your shoulders.

Eventually finishing inside of you every single time. The sight of your cunt leaking his cum made something deep inside of him flip.

Now the sole purpose of having sex; for him, was to fuck his own seed into you. Over and over again. Secretly hoping that one day you'd present him with a positive stick.

Sad look on your face as though you were expecting him to act negatively. Asking him what you were supposed to do now. Only for him to hug you close and tell you he'd take care of you. Holding your face to his chest as you let out silent tears.

A smile creeping onto his face knowing that if that day ever came, that's how he would make you his forever.

Not once did he ever express these thoughts to you, but the first time he fucked you raw, you asked him if he had anything. Satoru gave you an over excited grin with a quiet mumble, “Nope.” before sliding inside of you.

Eventually you started noticing his incessant need to always finish inside of you. Even if you were sucking him off, he'd tell you to stop right before he'd finish. Not wanting to waste a single drop. But you never stopped to ask why, letting him fill you up anytime he wanted.

You should've known something was wrong when he backed you against a corner the second he saw you, a sinister smile on his lips as he traced his hand down your side.

That very morning Satoru came to the conclusion that he had to fill you up anytime he had the chance to. Hoping that maybe this time it'll happen.

“I missed you~” he hummed, Taking his hand and guiding your thighs to open the slightest bit. Pressing a gentle kiss onto your lips, confusion adorning your face as you kissed him back.

“I just saw you yesterday.” You smiled, pulling away from him. Taking your bottom lip into your teeth as you felt his hand caress your bare thigh.

“I knowww-” he hummed, tracing his hand down in between your thighs till he felt the warmth radiating from you. Taking his fingers and pressing them against your clothed cunt. You huffed out quietly at the pressure, looking into his eyes and feeling warmth brush against your nose.

Letting out a small giggle when he felt how messy your panties were. “I haven't even done anything yet-” he smiled, blue eyes staring holes through yours. “And you're already this wet for me?” he hummed, tracing his fingers beneath the band of your panties. Y

ou looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, letting out a small sigh when he circled his middle and ring finger at your entrance. Seeing you writhe beneath him, “Satoru-” you whined, knowing if you didn’t say something he'd just keep teasing.

“I think you missed me too.” he smiled, sliding his middle finger inside of you slowly, gasping when he felt your cunt pulse around him. 

The back of your hand pressed against your mouth so you wouldn't make too much noise. “Don't be that way-” he hummed, taking your hand from your face and seeing your eyebrows pinch together, slipping his middle finger out slowly, pressing it to his ring finger and slowly sliding himself back inside.

“I did-” You exhaled, the curl his fingers took making you close your eyes. “I missed you.” you gasped, feeling his fingers press against the spot that made you rise to your tiptoes. This made Satoru giggle,

“Oh? But didn’t you just see me yesterday?” he mocked you, the edge of his palm pressing against your clit as you huffed at his words. His long fingers pumping inside of you, too slow for your tastes.

Whining a forced “Please” as you felt his palm tease your throbbing clit. He smiled looking at your expression, knowing you were getting to the pinnacle he wanted you at. Slowly pulling his fingers out of you, smile on his lips as he watched the disappointed look on your face form.

Leaning in and pressing a wet kiss onto your blushed lips. You were hesitant to kiss him back, but you did. Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt his tongue inside your mouth, swirling against your own tongue as he hummed.

Satoru’s eyes half lidded, watching you submit to him as your hand found their way to the side of his face, the other on his bicep. Gripping onto him as though your life depended on it, this only made Satoru smile against you. Pulling from your lips and trailing his hands up your oversized t-shirt. Making direct contact with the upper part of your hips. Groaning against you as his fingers felt slight goosebumps form at his trailing touches.

Placing a wet kiss onto the corner of your mouth, peppering kisses towards your ear. Licking a long stripe onto the shell of your ear that made you squirm.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about fucking you all day.” he whispered, his breath making you shift against the wall. He took your hand into his, slowly guiding it to feel his strained cock in his pants. Feeling it slightly twitch against your touch, he let out a low groan as your grip on his print tightened.

You smiled with a quiet huff, “Then do it-” you teased. This only egged Satoru on. His hand tight against your hip as he flipped you over quickly, your chest now pressed against the wall. You pushed your ass out against his hips. Your hand grazing the print his cock left in his pants. Leaning to your ear almost groaning when he felt your fingers graze past his caged tip.

Letting out a smiley gasp, “See how you have me?” he purred into your ear, making you move your hips against him. 

You whined feeling his hand roam from your hip onto the plump of your ass. Rubbing the clothed skin lovingly, “So pretty for me.” he smiled, hooking his fingers onto the sides of your panties and sliding them to your knees.

Back arched and your hands now on the wall to brace for what's coming to you, “Put it inside-” you whined, grinding your bare bottom against his clothed cock in hopes he'd hurry up a little.

“Oh? You need me that badly?” he teased, making you turn your head slightly to look at him. You let out a needy ‘Mhm’ as his eyes widened at the sight of your face. “I know- I know.” he cooed, seeing how flushed your face was.

“When have I ever failed you, hmm?” he asked you, already knowing the answer. Taking his hand and undoing his belt, shoving his black briefs down and wincing when the tip of his flushed cock hit the air. Spreading your cheeks slightly, inhaling through clenched teeth as he saw your cunt glimmer.

Taking the two fingers that were inside of you previously and sliding them down your core. Shivering against his teasing touch. Letting out a low whine when you felt the tips of his pale fingers brush against your clit. His mouth slack jawed as he saw how slick you really were. 

The mere sight of you made him fall to his knees. Almost in prayer as he came eye to eye with your pulsating cunt with a small gasp. Taking both of his hands and placing them on your ass. You squirmed, feeling his breath against your cunt, pressing yourself closer to the wall when you felt his tongue lick at your hole.

You moaned his name which only made him push his nose further into your cunt. His tongue slowly lapped against your clit as you squirmed.

Taking one of the hands that was on your ass and trailing it down to the back of your thigh. Taking his thumb and rubbing light circles against your clit, drawing his tongue back to your hole as he worked you.

The feeling made you gasp sharply, Satoru’s eyes started to roll to the back of his head at the feeling of your cunt pulsing around his tongue. Throwing yourself back onto his face slightly.

His tongue wasn't enough, you needed all of him inside. Groaning against your cunt as he felt his cock start to leak, the sounds you were making made his head feel dizzy.

Your eyes screwed shut, frustrated whines leaving your lips as you arched your back even more. You felt yourself start to get back to the feeling he ripped away from you moments earlier.

“Satoru-” you whined, feeling his grip on your ass tighten. “M’close-” you whimpered, cheek against the wall and feeling him smile against you.

His thumb quickening against your clit makes you gasp, muttering a quiet “Right there-” as you felt yourself come undone with a shivering moan. Satoru greedily slurped at the wetness that slipped out of your cunt, you let out a small opened mouth pant at the feeling. 

Placing a small kiss to your cunt before standing again, cock laid against your lower back as he lifted the hem of his jacket throwing it off along with his shirt.

Taking his lip between his teeth, sliding his hands from your ass up your back. Rubbing slowly up your back beneath your shirt as you shifted against him. “Impatient aren't you?” he smiled, taking his hands and guiding you to take your shirt off. Tossing it aside and he saw your exposed back.

“Need you inside ‘Toru-” you whined, feeling his hands trail up your back and land on your shoulders. Placing a wet kiss onto your nape before his hands trailed to your jaw. Leaning over and pulling your head back, seeing your eyes lock with his.

'Tsk tsk tsk’ he smiled “Naughty, naughty.” he cooed when he saw you let out a small whine. Knowing as much as you'd tell him to shut up, you liked hearing his unnecessary comments. Taking one of his hands and grasping it around his cock.

Trailing his hand to rest below your chin, pulling you back further. Smiling before pressing a kiss to your forehead. Lining himself up with you cunt, pursing his lips as he looked at you, lips parted with small pleads falling from your lips.

Pressing the tip of his weeping cock against your entrance, pinching his eyebrows together and inhaling. Letting his jaw fall at the feeling. The corner of his mouth curled into a smile when he saw you close your mouth and see a small grin on your lips.

Sucking in air through pursed lips when he felt your cunt suck him in, “You're so greedy~” he hummed, making your lips part and scanning his features. Sadistic blue eyes staring into yours as he pulled himself out of you slowly.

That stupid smirk not leaving his lips before thrusting into you again, this time only rougher. Making you clench around him, gaining a groan from his lips. His hand letting go of your jaw and holding your hips as he slowly dragged himself out of you. Your hands back onto the wall as you heard him let out low groans behind you, pushing himself as deep as he could inside of you.

Closing his eyes and throwing his head back, mouth open as he let out loud groans. His hands guiding you back onto him like you were some toy. The sounds he was making made you reach one of your hands back to grasp his. “Fuckkk” he moaned, feeling you squeeze around him. 

The side of your face pressed against the wall harshly, feeling Satoru quicken his pace. Hissing through clenched teeth, almost like you felt him in your throat. Eyes screwed shut as you fucked yourself back onto him. This made Satoru stop his thrusts, his hands easing their grip on your hips.

Looking down with half lidded eyes, seeing you fuck yourself onto his cock. Seeing how your ass stuttered against his hips. “My god-” he huffed, seeing how desperate you looked bouncing off of him.

He leaned over, hunched over your back before whispering in your ear. “Lemme cum inside of you, yeah?” He smiled, huffing against your ear as he thrusted into you. You only nodded your head ‘yes’, hearing him let out a stifled laugh.

“I wanna hear you say it~” he purred, making you clench around his cock.

“Satoru-” you moaned against the wall, making his hips speed up against you. “Please come inside-” you whined, hearing him let out a shaky breath against your ear.

Knees trembling as he straightened his back and thrusted into you quicker. Feeling his weeping tip kiss your cervix, “You're so deep ‘Toru-” You moaned, feeling the grip on your hips tighten, hearing a breathless laugh leave him.

Quickly snapping his hips into you, pushing you further into the wall as you let out a loud whine. Hearing him mumble something but not being able to comprehend what it was. His cock drilling into you as your eyes squeezed shut.

Satoru pulled out once more shaky hips struggling to push back into you. Feeling his tip twitch inside of you. Warm liquid trickling inside of you as he groaned loudly. His pants now around his ankles along with his briefs.

 “Again.” he whispered. Making you furrow your eyebrows at how his cock was still hard inside of you. Starting to thrust inside of you again, his thrusts were more sloppy as you moaned.

“Toru-” you whined, hearing his heavy breathing behind you, hands pulling you back onto him as he started raising your hips slightly. Standing on your tip toes as he took the hand that was on yours and raised it. Pressing it against the wall. Fingers intertwined as he thrusted inside of you, being able to hear just how messy your cunt was getting.

His hand on your ass making red marks form on it from how hard he was gripping onto you. “Wait-” you whined, feeling his chin rest against your shoulder. Thrusting inside of you at a new angle. Not being able to see it but you knew his face had a dopey smile plastered onto it.

“That doesn't sound like a safe word~” he purred, his cock brushing past your sweet spot quickly making you let out a small whine.

“Right there-” you gasped, being able to feel his tip now nudging into the spot that made you moan uncontrollably. Squeezing your cunt around his cock, making him let out a drawn out whine right next to your ear.

Feeling yourself come undone on his cock. It didn't take long for Satoru to come again, lazy hips thrusting into you as his chest heaved. A bead of sweat dripped down his temple as he looked at his hand that engulfed yours, pinned to the wall and seeing how your fingers intertwined with his. He let out a huff, moaning a string of ‘I’m cumming’ into your ear. Slow thrusts as he felt a shiver run down his spine. 

Satoru took a second to catch his breath, taking the hand that was on your ass and placing it to the side of your face. Lifting his chin from your shoulder and looking into your eyes. Seeing his flushed face, lips parted as he leaned in to kiss you. Sloppy tongue in your mouth as you felt his hips start to move again.

Opening your eyes mid kiss in surprise. Seeing him looking at you with half lidded eyes. Swapping spit with him, making it drip from the side of your mouth. He pulled away, straightening his back. Dropping your hand from the wall and landing it on your ass. His lip trembled between his teeth.

Thrusting into you slowly, but making sure to get as deep as he could. Satoru’s incoherent mumbling made your ears hurt trying to understand him.

Feeling his hips press against you everytime he thrusted, but his teasing words were no longer in the air. A few whimpers and whines followed by the quiet whispers he said to himself.

You called him through a whine, not hearing him respond or halt his movements. You looked back to him, calves burning from being on your tiptoes. Seeing how focused his face was, so focused he didn't even notice you looking at him. Your eyes locked on his lips.

Blurry vision attempting to focus on what he was saying through your moans. Trying to make out what he was saying over and over again. ‘Get’ you heard, feeling him thrust into you quicker. His eyes glued to the sight of your cunt sucking him in, a ring of white at the base of his cock.

You squint your eyes trying to focus on what he was saying. Finding it difficult to hear through the steady sound of your ass plapping against his hips.

‘Get pregnant.’

Your eyes widened when you heard his words clearly now. Furrowing your eyebrows when you realized he had been mumbling this whole time.

You turned your head back around, small gasps leaving your lips as he sped up. Now being able to hear the string of the demand from his lips clearly. You closed your eyes, holding back the whines that threatened to leave your throat.

Feeling his hips stutter against you. Satoru screwed his eyes shut and threw his head back. Eyes rolling to the back of his head at the overstimulation against the tip of his cock.

A low groan leaving his throat as he came inside of you one last time. Feeling his knees weaken as he panted. You were gasping for air. Feeling how full your cunt suddenly felt. Satoru sighed, feeling his cock finally softening inside of you. Wishing he could stay inside of you to keep all of what he pumped inside of you. 

Your brace on the wall eased, slowly easing yourself down from the tip of your toes. Satoru’s forehead resting at the back of your head as he caught his breath. Closing his eyes and sighing. Leaning down to press a gentle kiss onto your shoulder.

Wincing as he slowly pulled himself out of you. Hoping nothing oozed out of your cunt. You turned yourself slightly, looking up to see his flushed face. Eyebrows furrowed as you contemplated asking him.

“Am I crazy or did I hear you saying ‘get pregnant’?” You questioned, seeing his face drop quickly before smiling again.

“No idea what you're talking about.” He grinned, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your forehead. Looking into your eyes as though he wasn't lying right now.

“But if you want me to- all you have to do is ask~” he hummed, pressing a kiss to your lips. Your eyebrows stayed furrowed as you mentally questioned if you did hear him say those two words.

-

pt 2 here

every time I think to write something short it always ends up being longer than 1k words. what is wrong with me. also I am a big fan of the whole topic of Gojo into breeding. started this at 5:35 pm- finished at 11:50 pm. nonstop. I need to be put in a cage

[prokopetz]

Soulslike NPC who's clearly trying for the Creepy Jester Who Might Or Might Not Secretly Be God archetype, but their banter fucking sucks. Sometimes they fumble their Sinister Innuendo check and just say the evil thing completely literally, then they're like "wait, shit, ignore that".

[poohbea]

guys… i have aunty fever.

okay but like imagine being married to or dating sukuna, right? and the first time he introduces you to baby/toddler yuuji he becomes your best friend. never wants to leave your arms, always loves cuddles, will be your shadow while you’re doing things round the house. you’re attached at the hip from that very first moment.

and kuna both loves and hates it 😭. loves it mostly because he doesn’t have to deal with yuuji’s shenanigans all day. hates it because whenever he tries to kiss you or offer any sort of affection, yuuji comes running to put himself between you both with the grumpiest frown ever 🤣. he’ll mumble out something like “no, my aunty.” and hug your leg while trying to push his uncle away.

it’s a constant battle, especially because yuuji takes up all of kuna’s you-time 😂. watching a movie? yuuji’s there using your lap as a headrest. taking a nap? yuuji’s nestled right up against your chest. cooking in the kitchen? you’ve got yuuji perched on your hip or up in the baby wrap/baby sling. and kuna would swear up and down that yuuji — the sweet darling angel that he is — knows exactly what he’s doing. swears that he’s got some sinister plan to steal you away — he’s joking, mostly.

he should honestly be blaming himself because he’s been terrorising his nephew since he was born. his latest stunt? he found an old halloween mask that’d been sitting in the back of y’all’s closet since last year, put it on and decided to chase yuuji around the house with it.

“i’m gonna eat you!” is what you hear before a very distressed little human comes sprinting around the corner screaming, his uncle in tow. and so yuuji races to hide behind you, arms hooking between your legs for safety even as he’s still crying. but still kuna tries to reach for him and so you have to step in and unmask your monster of a man to save your hearing.

i think the other thing is how much you spoil yuuji. like cute little aunty (uncle can come too) and nephew dates. you’d be twinning with your outfits sometimes. go out to the zoo. the park. ice cream. the beach. the aquarium. sometimes kuna questions who’s child that really is — yours or his brother’s? — with how much time the two of you spend together.

it probably secretly gives him baby fever. if you’re this good with his nephew then he can only imagine how it would all go with a baby of your own.

he wants to see it one day. when you’re both ready.

[fastafeijoa]

Headcanons on Harley! And a lil sketch too

•Extremely self-condident. Absolutely sure whatever goes wrong with experiments isn't his fault. It's not necessarily someone else's fault either, it could be just a natural part of progress.

•British, moved to the US with his parents when he was little. They had sort of a small British community there so he didn't pick up American pronunciation.

•Asexual Also believes romance is like a "low quality drug for the soft, spineless people who seek only primitive pleasure and have no idea of their place in life". But! If he grew up a little less love-deprived, he'd be homoromantic. Dude likes men. Specifically, just one man. In several AUs with my wife he's in very close, warm platonic relationship with her version of Sawyer. This is the perfect fit for him, literally like a part of himself he was missing.

•Wasn't satisfied with his looks until his early 50s. Sawyer likes long hair on other people and himself but in middle school he got bullied into wearing a short haircut and used to have his hair cut even shorter before starting his work at Playtime Co, not really paying attention to his looks anymore. At the factory though he felt like things were going to change for the better and allowed himself some self-indulgence, letting his hair grow out a little bit. That, along with him gaining weight (which he liked, starting to see himself as beautifully imposing), made him finally pay attention to his looks and consider himself handsome.

•Can lock in and work on something without a single break for hours, often without even changing his position. Him being a surgeon has helped develop this skill a lot. Sometimes he'll even forget he's allowed to, say, scratch his nose, like if he's performing a surgery. Gets immensely overloaded in this state and if anyone bothers him at this time they're a dead person. •Yep he's autistic.

•Used to be genuinely disgusted with tenderness. Like, genuinely. At first when Yarnaby would try to cuddle up to him, lick his hands or just headbump him he felt pathetic and gross and was quick to push him away. Overtime, however, as he realised his mental health could use a little boost and a pet is a good tool for that, he became less disgusted and even started to secretly enjoy it when Yarnaby showed affection towards him.

•Uses cane due to chronic arthritis. It's not always bad so sometimes he doesn't need the cane and walks around carrying it like if about to beat up someone. And sometimes he'll lean on it when he's tired from standing. Also there's a knife hidden in the cane, just in case.

•Visits the local flee market from time to time. Usually just to philosophize and not to buy things: dude's got an inner poet in him and enjoys to dress his life in metaphor while looking at old toys and trinkets. But on occasion he will actually buy something: he got his cane at the flee market.

•6'2 ft tall. Quite menacing.

•Is somewhat paranoid. Definitely has OCD. Won't trust his mental health to anyone but himself though (handles it poorly) and is afraid of taking any kind of sedatives or antidepressants because they "might mess with his unique mind". Ofc he's perfectly aware that can't happen, it's just a hello from his OCD. Yeah, he also won't trust OCD meds because of OCD.

•Had tough childhood with mother who didn't care and father who was overly possessive (hm I sure wonder if Harley inherited that….. hm………)

•Has been feeling so much better than before in his life since the start of the Bigger Bodies Initiative. At times he might be miserable, grumpy, tired or unable to handle his temper, but his project gives him a lot of drive and motivation and quite often he's seen walking around genuinely excited, with a slight sinister grin and proudly straightened back. Among tortured children, scared and exhausted workers and products of brutal experiments he shines with grim joy. This, all of this, is everything he ever wanted.