#Mark Grayson x Reader

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“Yeah.” Your voice is soft, fingers carding through Mark’s hair, the silky feel between your fingers is the only thing keeping you from wearing your excitement on your fucking forehead.

“Wait, really?” He perks up, pretty brown eyes focused on your face, searching your expression for a hint of deception but all he finds are kiss swollen lips curled into a sheepish smile, fluttering lashes and a tongue that swipes across your bottom lip with the same fluidity he wants to feel against his leaky tip.

“Yes, really.” You snort.

And Mark’s excitement is palpable, lips curling into a wide grin, and he sits up, blankets pooling at your hips and you glance down at the very, very prominent shape in his boxers. The fabric pulled so taut that you’re beginning to think he might actually lose circulation and you watch as Mark reaches over, grabbing your phone from beside his and he unlocks it.

Fingers flying over the cracked screen guard, and he taps his fingers impatiently against your cover.

“What are you doing?” Your brows scrunch in confusion, thighs tossed over his ones and you feel the way warm muscles tense and twitch under the weight of your legs.

“Playlist.” Mark whispers, his fingers scrolling through your Spotify, adding just the right songs.

“Are you serious?” You groan, laughter tinging at the edge of your voice, as you stare at Mark. Clad in a President Nixon T-shirt and black boxers, raven strands tousled messily from the way your fingers carded through the strands so incessantly, a dopey grin formed by lips reddened from kissing and his fucking eyes.

So dazed, pupils blown wide and long lashes fluttering with each half-blink. Light reflects off the pretty brown of his eyes, and you could stare at him like this forever.

“Okay, done.” Mark whispers, setting your phone back down and he adjusts the sound just a bit until he’s hovering back over you, lips ghosting over yours. The ball of his nose bumping against yours in sweet butterfly kisses, his hand moving to rest on your waist while the other supports his weight above you.

“Do you have condoms?” Mark questions softly, lips pressing against yours in sweet, gentle kisses. Slowly trailing his lips along your jaw, his hips pressing into yours and you feel the way he grinds his clothed cock against your pussy, the flimsy fabric of your nightshorts doing nothing to obscure how you’re soaking through the cotton.

“I— hah…” A weak sigh leaves your lips when Mark kisses the hollow beneath your ear, and your thighs wrap around his waist firmly “I don’t think we wear the same condom size.”

A breathy laugh against your neck has your cunt oozing slick, a pool beneath your hips and you’re trying not to whine whenever his ridge catches at your sloppy folds. “Yeah.” Mark murmurs. “Your dick’s so much bigger than mine.” And he kisses the curve of your neck. “What size are you?”

“Magnum.” You whisper. “Extra large, with extra ribbing.”

And Mark laughs, his head lifting. “Why do you know so much about condoms?”

“I don’t.” You snort. “I pulled that out of my ass, but.” You hum. “How couldn’t you guess that? Don’t you know about condoms?”

And Mark shrugs. “No. I always thought that with the right person, I wouldn’t have to wear them.”

His voice is quiet as he looks down at you, pretty eyes roving over your features and he swallows, lips curling into a dorkish grin that has you weak, your belly clenching at the way he slips his hand under your shirt, giving your waist a gentle squeeze before his hand slides up further. Stopping until his thumb traces over the curve of the underside of your breast.

“Call it alien instincts.” He whispers, pressing another kiss to your neck and you sigh. “M’still waiting for you to dry out and get all gross.”

“I’m not like ET. I’m basically like… Kryptonian.” He answers softly, sucking a mark into your skin and you gasp at the sudden sharpness of the action. A slight pinch that makes your heels press into his lower back.

“And what’s your kryptonite?” You hum softly.

“I’d tell you to take a guess but that’s kinda cheesy.” Mark whispers against your skin. “So, it’s comic books.”

You let out a giggle, your lips parting to say something but Mark’s thumb brushes over your nipple, teasing the velvety soft bud until it stiffens beneath his grasp and you take a shaky breath, your lashes fluttering shut as you feel the way Mark’s kisses trail lower and lower, until he’s pushing your shirt up, past your belly and tucking it beneath your chin.

And he stares.

Unapologetically.

Muscular fingers flexing as they grasp at your hips, brilliant chestnut pools focused and trained on the way your nipples harden, pebbling under his gaze. And you swallow.

“Is something — bitch, wait, are you playing The Weeknd?” You attempt to sit up, shifting enough for your elbows to support your weight but Mark presses a hand on your chest, pushing you back down and he dips his head. His tongue’s hot as he drags along your nipple, eyes glancing up to watch your expression as his lips find purchase, tongue flicking and his other hand moves back to palming your unattended tit. Your body nearly leaves the surface of your mattress at the way Mark attends to you, pandering to your body and you whine.

“Are you sensitive here?” Mark breathes out, but it’s like you don’t hear him immediately.

Your fingers are raking through his hair, nails dragging along his scalp and Mark groans, eyes fluttering shut as he shifts his attention to the other.

He’s impeccably good at it.

But clumsy enough for you to know that this is his first time.

His hips rut against your thigh desperately and you let out a low sigh, your eyes rolling back.

“Shit…” You whisper, swallowing hard before you nod. “Apparently so.”

And he grins.

“Score.”

Mark tugs at your nipple with his teeth and he lifts his head to admire you.

Glossy, swollen nipples, a belly that’s dipping inward with every shallow breath you take and Mark’s hooking his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and panties, pulling them down in one go and Mark tosses them aside. Before grasping at the edge of his shirt, pulling it overhead and tossing it aside.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect.” He breathes out, desperately as he shifts, kisses and hickeys scattering themselves across your torso with each desperate press of his lips, fingers wrapped around your thighs and Mark pushes your legs apart. His lips pressing a kiss against your fleshy, plump mound before guiding your legs to part comfortably.

And your hands immediately go to cover yourself, and he lets out a little hum, before shifting, peering at you with a confused expression. “You okay?”

And your lips purse as you try to find a way to say you’re a little nervous about that. “Are you like….” You chew on the inside of your cheek. “Does— do you have to like… do that?”

Mark lifts the covers, hands moving to support his weight as he stares down at you. “If you’re not comfortable with it, we don’t have to do that. It’d just make it easier for later, you know.”

“It’s not that I’m not comfortable, it’s like… You don’t have to, if you don’t like… wa—"

“I want to.” Mark interjects. “I’m not doing it for you, I’m doing it for me. I gotta put me first.”

You snort, loudly before looking at Mark. Your brows furrowing as you remember your anxiousness. What if it doesn’t… Like…

“What if it’s like not… You know?”

And Mark lowers himself back to between your thighs, his chin resting on your mound and he watches you with soft, empathetic eyes.

“The worst possible thing that could happen, is you tasting like pennies because you don’t drink water.” Mark deadpans. “But I like the taste of pennies.”

And your lips purse. “We’ll get back to the penny tasting part later but are you sure?” Your voice is quiet.

“I’m sure.” Mark whispers back. “Can I show you how sure I am?”

When you nod, Mark’s head dips and he sighs in delight

Thumbs move to spread your puffy lips apart, your glossy cunt being stared at so intently that you can feel it. But it doesn’t make you any less horny. And Mark groans quietly when he watches the way you twitch.

“Demogorgon.” Mark breathes out and you gasp. “Mark, you fucking asshole. That’s not fun—…nnyyyyy..”

You whine weakly when you feel the way his warm tongue drags through your sloppy folds, slick pooling on the wet muscle and Mark groans as your thighs press against his ears.

Mark feels the way your cunt twitches against his tongue, and he tugs a folds into his mouth, eyes focused on your chest and the way your breath stutters, rather than the whines you’re muffling with your hand.

You’re writhing. With the way you’re trying to simultaneously get away AND closer to his tongue, Mark’s finding it hard to keep the smile from his face. Your fingers sink into his hair, fisting the raven strands and he groans, tongue lapping needily at your dripping pussy and when Mark pays attention to your clit, you squeal. A hand on his forehead, pushing him away.

“Not there—!” You hiss, your voice a weak whine and Mark lifts his head, staring at you from beneath heavy lashes.

And Mark huffs. “Listen here,” He swallows, pushing the covers out of the way and ultimately, leaving them bunched at his waist instead, “I can lick a pudding cup clean in like, a minute. This, this is my calling.”

And you pant, bleary eyes glancing down at him, your cheeks flushed and hot.

“You’re a literal superhero.” You remind him. “I think that’s more … Your calling.”

“Well, lucky for me, I don’t pay you to think.”

“You don’t even pay me.”

And Mark lets out a boyish little giggle, peering up at you and this time, he can make out your features properly. So much better than when the covers were obscuring his vision.

“Shhhh.” Mark shushes you. “I’m busy eating.”

You roll your eyes, although it’s to the back of your head but you’re pretty sure your point is across. Fingers remain clutching your thighs, Mark’s lips find purchase around your clit and he’s suckling at the sensitive bud, only stopping to drag his tongue along the nerves and you whine.

Your body feels like it’s on fire.

“Is it good?” Mark whispers softly. “Do you like that?”

And you nod weakly. “Uh-huh, keep doing that. M’really close…”

Your belly dips in shock, lungs taking in deep breaths of air that just don’t seem enough when you feel his tongue drags along your slit, your toes curl and your brows bunch. And your hips jerk upwards.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit.” You pant. “Mark, m’gonna—”

You don’t get to finish your sentence when your orgasm’s ripping through you like a tidal wave, slick bursting from your gooey walls and trickling down your already sloppy cunt. Your body shivers, nerves wracking and you’re trembling with each swipe of Mark’s tongue. And he groans.

“Fuck, you taste so good. What are you eating?” And he peers up at you, his chin glossy and his eyes hazy.

“Uh— berries? I’ve been eating a bit healthier. You know, more juices, less soda.” And Mark nods his head, tongue out and dragging sloppily against your cunt, before he raises his head.

“Keep doing that.” And he buries his face back between your thighs, latching onto your clit and he shakes his head, hands shifting to the backs of your thighs, pushing your legs to your chest. And you’re spread out like a meal. Something for him to admire and feast on until either of you pass out.

And Mark drags his tongue from that furled hole, all the way up to your pretty, puffy pearl and you gasp.

“Way too close!” You huff. “You can’t go that close to my ass.”

And Mark groans against your pussy, looking up at your from beneath furrowed brows and his words are barely audible.

“Boo, tomato, tomato.” He slurps at your cunt, and the sound is loud enough that it drowns out your weak mewls. You’re a little bit oversensitive, your thighs still a bit unsteady and with the way Mark keeps prodding his tongue, you’re guessing he’s not stopping anytime soon.

“Have you ever been fingered?” Mark whispers, using one of his hands to push his hair out of his face, and he melts when your hand replaces his, fingers sliding through the strands and keeping them from falling to his face.

“Where would I have found the time to be fingered?” You breathe out, body twitching whenever his breath ghosts over the slick, a chill breeze that makes your toes curl in your socks.

“Your parents aren’t ever home, you don’t have any hobbies other than sleeping.” Mark shrugs.

“You described an extremely busy schedule to me just now, and I’d like for you to find fingering time on there.”

And he huffs.

“Yapper.” And his middle finger slowly pushes into your cunt, and gorgeous, blown out brown eyes focus on your face, watching every twitch o your brows, every part of your lips for even a lick of pain and discomfort. Your body shifting until your feet are planted on the bed, on either side of him.

“How does it feel?” Mark whispers, tongue tracing over your clit and you swallow hard.

“Like… a little uncomfortable but it doesn’t really hurt-hurt.” You answer softly.

“And if I do this?” Mark’s finger curls, the calloused pad of it brushes against that gooey spot you’ve never reached before and you gasp, nails dragging against his scalp when you fist his hair.

“Do that, please.” You sigh. “S’good.”

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” Mark whispers quietly, his brows scrunching and he can feel the way his cock aches in his boxers, precum soaking through the fabric and he ruts against your bed like a fucking animal. But he’s subtle about it.

Mark sucks at your clit, finger thrusting and brushing along that gooey spot, pressing down until there are stars bursting behind your eyelids, and you squeal.

“Fuck, fuck, right the—!”

You’re coming around Mark’s finger, slick pooling beneath your hips, dripping down the crease of your ass. And you’re fine with it being there.

But Mark isn’t.

He forces your knees to your chest again, head dipping lower before he’s dragging his tongue from the edge of your spine, along your furled entrance, your oozing slit and all the way to your clit and circling it with the point of his tongue.

And you gasp.

“Mark. I swear to God. If I get an infection—”

“I’m not sticking my tongue in your ass, oh my God.” He groans. “But fine. I guess you’re just not about that life.”

And you giggle, bringing your hands up to your face to hide your blush. “You fucking dork.”

“Do— do you think you’re ready?” Mark questions, a hand reaching up to push your face slightly. “Look away.”

“I should probably be ready.” You murmur quietly, your gaze lifting to the ceiling but you can’t even deny that the back of your eyeballs are burning to catch a glimpse of what’s been causing the print you kept eyeing.

For the last couple of years.

And Mark peels off his boxers, before flinging them in your direction. And your mouth falls open. “Why are they wet?” You giggle, a snort slipping past your lips as you pick up his boxers, setting them to the side and you look down at where Mark’s hand is wrapped around the base of his cock, ruddy tip ghosting over your folds. You begin to fear for your organs.

“You know, now that I’m looking at it—”

“I won’t make it fit.” Mark deadpans, dragging his cock along your leaking slit, slick coating his cock and he lets out a shuddering breath when he aligns himself with your hole.

And he swallows heavily.

“Take a deep breath…” Mark breathes in.

And your brows bunch.

He looks… Stressed.

Eyebrows knitted, lips parted to let out calculated breaths, his chest heaving and— oh my god, his hand’s shaking.

“Mark?” You call softly. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good.. I’m just like… hyping myself up— fuck, your hand’s so warm…”

Mark sighs, a whimper slipping past his lips when he feels the way your hand wraps around him, gently guiding his tip towards your fluttering cunt, peering down at you from beneath hooded eyes, his skin prickling and he swallows hard. His body shivering, and muscular hands move to rest on your knees, fingers digging into your flesh as he pushes forward.

Your hands are so much daintier than his, softer, smaller and he feels the way your walls clench, cunt snugly wrapping around his flushed and bulbous tip, and Mark’s brows furrow.

And you snort.

“Are you okay?” Your voice is a breathy giggle. “You know, seeing as you’re losing your womanhood.”

Mark’s scowl makes you laugh, your muscles clenching around him and Mark gasps, his hips surging forward a good 3 inches and your eyes widen.

“You motherfucker—!”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” He breathes out. “I’ll pull out.”

His cock drags against your soft, plush walls, him in that way that makes his lips form a pretty ‘o’ shape, brows raising.

“You’re so warm…” He sighs. “For a heart so cold.”

The laugh slips effortlessly from your lips, your lashes fluttering and one of your hands move to rest on his lower belly, fingertips ghosting over the muscles of his abs but the contact’s enough for his stomach to flex, the sight so painfully delicious that if you didn’t feel like you were being split in half, you’d have slid a dollar down his torso, and Mark leans over you, the silver chain dangling in front of your eyes.

Lips pressing against yours, and your arms slink around his neck, thighs parting to accommodate him better and you feel that uncomfortable burn as he slowly pushes into you. Your nails drag down his back, a satisfying purr slipping past Mark’s lips and he shushes you.

“It’s okay, its okay.” He coos. “It’s gonna feel better in a minute, yeah?”

A hand slips down between you, fingers gently circling your clit, the sensation makes your body thrum and Mark groans, face pressed into the curve of your neck when he hears the lewd way your pussy squelches around him.

“You’re so… Tight… Fuck, shit—” Mark swallows, “—I need to pull out.”

His chest heaves, and he lifts himself just a bit, hands shifting to your hips and your brows bunch.

“Now?”

“Yeah, right now...” He swallows hard, chest heaving and a sharp breath leaves his nose. “…s’too much. I’m gonna come.”

He looks down at where your pussy swallows him, plush and glossy lips busted open, slick trickling down the sides of him and he swallows, expression damn near pained and he lets out a whine.

“I don’t wanna.”

Mark leans forward, sweaty torso pressed against you, his face buried in your neck and you whine when he pushes deeper into you, mushroom-y tip pressing sloppy French kisses against your cervix, your fingers sinking into the hair at his nape and Mark whimpers when he feels the way you clamp down on him. Precum smearing against your slick walls with each shallow thrust of his hips, desperate humping as he whines into your neck, needy and his arms wrap around you, fisting the fabric of the shirt you have yet to take off.

He doesn’t mind it.

It’s his shirt.

“Don’t pull out.” Your lips brush against his ear, and Mark swallows hard. His heart beating against his ribcage, body prickling with nerves and he nods his head.

“Okay.” He breathes out.

Mark sits up, watching the way your thighs are strewn lazily across his, his cock buried deep enough that he can make out the little bulge just below your navel and he pulls out slowly. Watching as each inch of his cock emerges coated in a gloss that reflects the light that creeps through your curtains, before pushing back in.

Your body keens, nearly instinctively curling into yourself and he brings his hand back down, his thumb pressing tight circles on your clit and you gasp, nails digging into his forearms and your head tips back, your throat bobbing.

“Fuck, right there.” You pant out.

Mark’s slowly picking up speed, gentle thrusts that push him closer to the edge and when your body spasms, belly dipping inward and your knees pull themselves to your chest, he knows he’s a fucking goner.

Mark’s hands bracket the backs of your thighs, pushing your knees to your chest and he pushes into you, feeling the way your pussy clenches and Mark comes.

And God, he pulls you out of your reverie with the pornographic moan he lets out. Plump, pink lips parting, brows scrunching into a twitching frown, eyes squeezed shut and his hips keep moving. You feel the way his cum paints your insides, pearlescent droplets slipping out of you and pooling beneath you. His thumbs press into the fat of your thighs, pushing your legs just a bit further apart and he fucks into you deeper, faster.

“Fuck, you feel so good—” Mark gasps, peering down at you with hazy eyes and blown out pupils.

“Play,” he pants, head lolling and tipping back, moonlight dancing on the crown of his head, “play with it while I fuck you.”

Mark has your brain turning into mush, your fingers moving to lazily swipe over your clit, dainty fingers swirling over the bud and Mark watches the way your toes curl, pussy squelching and gushing around him as you come. Your legs shaking, your heart beating so much louder than he’s ever heard it before and you’re whining. Squealing, nails dragging at his forearms and leaving streaks behind in the flesh.

When your hand falls away, Mark simply takes over.

A true friend, pinching your clit between calloused fingertips, rolling it until you’re swatting at his hands, the overstimulated bud swollen and he groans when he feels you push at his belly.

“N-no….” You whine. “S’too much…”

“Move your hand.” Mark huffs, before he pins your hands above your head, leaning forward and you gasp when his hips grind against yours, his face pressing into the curve of your neck. He sucks marks into the flesh, sweet hickeys and his hips meet yours in a messy cacophony of plap! plap! plap!

“It’s too much…” You pant out.

“But you look so pretty, though.” He coos. “You can take it, can’t you?”

Mark kisses away the tears that roll down your flushed cheeks as you nod weakly, your chest heaving and glossy lips parting.

“You wanna switch positions so you can cry in peace?” Mark whispers and you nod.

“Mhm.”

You’re flipped onto your belly effortlessly, a pillow stuffed beneath your hips, and Mark slowly pushes into you. Your back’s arched so deeply, your face pressed into your pillow and your hair’s a bit of a mess as Mark gently tugs the T-shirt from your body.

“Shit, ‘s big.”

And Mark grins.

“I’m big, huh?” He taunts you, hand moving along the curve of your spine and he feels the way you clench down on him.

“Yeah, your fat head’s big.”

And Mark sighs. “Not fucked out enough to compliment me?”

You shoulders shake as you snort with laughter, lifting yourself just enough to peek at him over your sweat-slicked shoulder.

“Not even close.” You lie and he hums, his hands moving to palm the fleshy globes of your ass, spreading the fat and he watches your furled hole clench as a thick wad of saliva travels down the cleft of your ass.

“Guess I’m just gonna have to fuck the niceness into yo—”

“Want a break from the ads?”

Marks expression falls, his attention moving towards the illuminated screen of your phone, bright green on display and he swallows hard.

“How fucking cheap— Just get premium!”

“Premium’s expensive!”

“I’m not even kidding right now, I’ll give you my actual bank account if you get premium.”

“I’m not getting premium. That’s like, the ultimate final boss of consumerism.”

Mark groans loudly when the ad finishes, and he lets out a breath. Before he waits, impatiently tapping at the base of your spine, eyes narrowing at the back of your head the longer it takes. And then, something plays.

“What shit is this?”

“No, no, leave it. I like this.” You swat his hand away, your head moving to the stupidly catchy tune and Mark shuts his eyes.

“I’m actually gonna choke you out. What is this?”

“It’s ‘Year of the Ca—’ mmph! ”

You’re interrupted when Mark pushes your face into your pillow, hands gripping the fat of your hips and he shifts closer, cock churning your insides with each thrust he gives, cum leaking down your inner thighs and he groans. The lewd squelch of your cunt nearly drowns out the soft voice of Al Stewart, but not enough. Mark’s brows are furrowing, swallowing hard as he feels another coil begin to form is belly. Aggressive and fiery, Mark’s snapping hips have the fat of your ass recoiling of the sharp angles of his hips, one hand moving to grasp the back of your neck while the other clutches at your headboard.

His hips are unforgiving, brutal thrusts that has your walls spasming, nails clawing at the sheets of your bed, your back arching and you’re pushing back against Mark, ass flush against his hips and you’re letting out weak, muffled whines into your pillow. Drool, and tears mix and you raise your head, looking over your shoulder at Mark.

“Mark…” You complain, your body breaking in a cold sweat when he pulls out of you, leaving your drooling pussy to clench around. And your expression falls when you watch the way he picks up your phone, swiping through the various musical options.

“Are you fucking serious right now?” You hiccup.

“I cannot fuck to this. I’m so sorry, it’s just—”

“Markus!”

“Fine!”

Mark’s shoving his cock back into you, the warmth is inviting and that fucking stretch has you gasping, eyes rolling back in your head and you whimper.

You don’t know how long you’re gonna last with his hips thwacking into you like you owe him money.

You probably do, but you have no intention of paying him back.

Your belly’s coiling, your toes are curling and your body’s threatening to go slack and Mark leans forward, pressing a kiss against your back.

“M’gonna come inside, yeah?”

“Uh-huh….” You nod weakly. And a pitchy sound rings out when you feel the way his cock pushes out thick, pearly ribbons that leave streaks across your gooey walls, and your body goes limp, his following and you’re grasping at your pillow. Letting out panted breaths and he kisses along your shoulders, warm and affectionate presses on his lips that have you sighing.

And his hips roll against yours. Slow and deep, and you’re whining weakly.

“It’s too—”

“You can give me one more.” His breath ghosts over your ear, arms wrapping around your midsection and he pulls you closer to him. He can feel your heart beating as erratically as his, your body warm and sweat, skin flushed. “I’ve heard you come 5 times, back to back. You can do it for me.”

And you whine, pressing your face into the sheets as his hips roll against yours, grinding into you and fucking his cum deeper.

“You wanna get on top?” Mark coos softly and he watches as you shift almost uncomfortably, raising your hand weakly and you flip him off.

And Mark hums, a snort of laughter slipping past his lips and he lets out a soft moan at the way your fleshy cunt squeezes him, before he pulls out of you, flipping you onto your back.

“You’re so pretty.” Mark coos, hands brushing along your hips and belly, sliding up to your chest and he ghosts his thumbs over your perky nipples, still oversensitive and he watches the way your body twitches.

Big doe eyes are tear-filled, your lashes fluttering and your lips are swollen. And Mark glances down to where your glossy pussy remains unattended and he sighs softly, biting his bottom lip as he pushes back into you, inch by inch. Watching the way your back arches off the bed.

“Can you put your legs on my shoulders?” Mark speaks softly, hands massaging along your thighs and his gaze flicks up to yours, and the way you’re staring at him makes him smile, dimples deepening in his cheeks.

He looks…

'Radiant', as zesty as it is, is the only word to describe him.

Muscled body coated in a thin sheen of sweat, droplets traveling down the delves of his muscles, broad chest heaving, a thin silver chain glittering in the faint light. His hair falls over his face, a few strands stuck to his forehead and his eyes. They’re glittering like ponds of honey, framed by dark lashes and his lips curl so deliciously into a grin.

“Right.”

He murmurs, before guiding your legs onto his shoulders, leaning forward to press a kiss against your lips as he sighs when your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer. He purrs when your fingers disappear into his hair, sweat-slicked strands moving between your fingers as his hips grind against yours.

That scratchy tuft of hair above his cock tickles at your clit, overstimulating the bud even more, his chest presses against yours and he keeps his eyes on yours.

“Why’re you —hah— looking so deep into my eyes?” Your voice is soft, and Mark lets a breathy giggle fan across your face, his hips pressing into yours, timing each of his thrusts with one of your perfect, rhythmic pulses that slowly speed up.

Your orgasm impending.

“I’m trying to figure out if you’re as in love with me as I’m in love with you.”

Mark’s voice is softer than you’ve ever heard it. His lashes fluttering as his lips keep ghosting over the apples of your cheeks, pressing sweet kisses to your rosy and flushed face.

And you swallow.

“I am.”

It’s the first time you’ve admitted it to anyone without there being a comedic undertone, without some… Discrete joke of self-loathing because Mark was looking in every direction except yours. And you swallow, your gaze focused on his.

“Really?” He whispers softly, a hand cradling the side of your face, and he’s drinking in every sensation you have to offer. And you weakly nod.

Only snorting when he presses his rosy face into the curve of your neck, his knees causing the bed to dimple and you feel the way his arms wrap around you, forcing your hips to angle a bit more upward.

And his hips rut.

Hard.

Mushroom-y tip pummelling against that spongy spot, your toes curling and your nails scratching at his back. You’re effectively folded in half, folded in a way that would have lawn chairs jealous because of how much space you’re saving but you can’t even think of that.

Not with the panted praises in your ear, the flurry of “you feel so good” and “fuck, you’re so pretty like this”s making your mind melt. Your body's pliable and weak, electricity pulsing just beneath your skin and your cunt’s oozing, wet shlick! shlick! shlick! sounds accompanying the sounds of his thighs slapping against the fat of your ass.

And you tuck your face in Mark’s neck, nails digging into his skin, biting down on the muscle of his shoulder as you stifle the scream that threatens to tear your throat as you come, gushing and soaking the tops of his thighs, his pelvis and tightly toned lower belly.

Mark wrings you dry. Fucking into you until you’re a weak, trembling faucet and he pulls out, looking down at the creamy mixture that trickles out of your gushing cunt.

And he swallows, panting just a bit.

“Are you okay?” Mark coos, his thumb tracing over your swollen clit, peeking out from between velvety folds and you nod weakly.

“Mhm…” You breathe out, your body prickles with goosebumps, your sheets soaked and you look like deflated sex doll.

“You wanna go again?”

And you stare at him incredulously.

“No.”

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[misalsmistake]

cw : mark is pathetic , unprotected sex , p n v penetration , nutting inside the puthy.

an : uhm I’ve watched invincible and I’m like obsessed with mark, and amber, and eve, and debbie, and- anyway take this little drabble bye

marks breath hitches as he parts your folds, entranced by the sight of his cock disappearing inside you with each languid thrust—he doesn’t wanna hurt you, of course.

“you feel so good—so soft, silky..” his voice trails off as he buries his face into the crook of your neck, pressing hot opened mouth kisses along the skin.

your hand tangles in his hair, pressing your body impossibly closer to his “kiss me, mark” to which he’s quick to comply, slotting his lips against yours.

his face is flushed pink, sheen with sweat and hot at the touch, you prefer him this way.

“I’m gonna—ohgodd..” his thrusts pick up in pace, his whines growing impossibly louder.

“mark—pull out,mark-“ you say, breathlessly.

he gingerly shakes his head “I’m sorry—imsosorry-Icant-pleaseee” he pulls you into an embrace, a tight one.

“markk!” you whine, pawing at his chest.

he stills inside you, his balls tightening as he spills into your pussy. he places kisses to your face, his warm breath fanning your skin.

he hides his face in your chest, skin sticking to yours like glue.

“shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-“

“it’s fine, mark”

“really?”

“no you’re on a pussy ban.”

[digitald0rk]

CHERRY BOMB

pairing : mark grayson x fem! reader [ implied childhood friends ]. synopsis : he's whipped — more than the cream on your milkshake. warnings : kinda suggestive. like one swear word. w.c : 2.0k. a/n : i cannot stick to a theme >:( taglist : @vm4879bb-blog @fairii-majii @rayaaa4444 @hihowyoudoin00 @hepdeerness @wadehowl3tt

this is pathetic.

he is pathetic.

william was showing him a song from some new band he discovered and all mark can think about is how this song reminds him of you.

his muse, his reason for living. his heart, it beats for you but it also aches — longs for you like no other. oh how he wishes you'd take the pain away and maybe kiss his heart better, like you kissed his small injuries better when you both were children.

he can't stop thinking about how he'd love to slow dance with you to this song, he's not the best dancer — he'll probably end up stepping on your foot, but if it makes you laugh, he'd make a fool out of himself every time, just to see your lips curl up into that beautiful smile and hear the sweet sound of your laughter again and again, the thought makes him smile out of nowhere, making william roll his eyes fondly.

“you with me lover boy?”

right, even william knows, but it's not because he's his best friend, hell almost everyone knows, it would be hard not to with the way his eyes go all soft, slowly blinking— pupils turning into hearts and a soft smile tugs at his lips at the mere mention of your name.

he's so far gone for you.

“what- yes ‘course i’m with you,” he clears his throat, lying through his teeth.

“and i’m not gay.”

it can’t be that obvious, surely.

he hears his phone buzz with the ringtone he’s set for you and immediately reaches for it, grinning like an idiot — a very lovesick one at that, happy you’ve agreed on going to the newly opened cafe with him.

it really is that obvious huh?

he's trying not to run his hand through his hair for the nth time as he waits for you nervously at the cafe, this isn't even a date — he would probably pass out from his nerves alone if it was.

he straightens up when he smells your perfume, the scent lingering in the air, ah hear you come. he quickly glances at his phone screen, making sure his hair isn't a mess or anything.

“hi,” you greet him, your voice — a melody he's grown incredibly fond of, it's something that has helped him so much when he was at rock bottom, it brings him unimaginable joy, yet it also sometimes makes him want to rip his ears off — that sweet voice of yours is also pure torture everytime he realizes he can't have you, he can't possibly risk your precious friendship, that's selfish. and he tries to convince himself everyday that he isn't selfish, but he's not so sure anymore.

“you okay?” oh right he hasn't responded yet, too busy staring at your face, the one he wants to kiss all over.

“yeah sorry . . . just you know,” he leans in, heartbeat increasing, “had another bad guy to take care of,” he whispers, eyes darting to your lips for a split second.

he shouldn't have done that.

not because you're one of his best friends, no, but because now he can't get the thought of pressing his lips against yours out of his head.

although he'd argue he'd end up thinking about that one way or the other.

“ah i see, hope it didn't tire you out too much”

“nah i’m good,” he flashes you a small smile, a kiss from you would be nice though, he thinks.

as you two decide what to order, his gaze keeps drifting to you — the way the light plays across your features, the subtle furrow of your brows as you contemplate what sweet treat to order, eyes focused on the menu unlike him.

and then a strand of your hair falls out of place right on your face. just great, now he has to hold himself back from tucking it behind your ear. it's like the universe is torturing him, but he'll take any of this torture as long as you promise to remain by his side, as long as you're here, he's happy.

he's too busy daydreaming about you so when the waiter asks for his order it takes him a while to snap back to his senses, quickly saying the name of the first thing his eyes land on.

“matcha?” you ask a little surprised as the waiter heads off to get your orders going.

he doesn't like matcha.

“uh yeah, thought i’d give it a try again, give it another chance” maybe you should give him a chance too.

okay he's getting a little carried away, but he can't really help himself. not when it comes to you.

as conversation flows easily between you two — packed with familiar banter, teasing and inside jokes, a warm fuzzy feeling settles inside his chest curling up around his heart, his heart overflowing with love for you.

but will you ever know the extent of his love?

he'd rather not think about that bitter thought while you're excitedly rambling about some new show you watched — god you're adorable, he wants to keep you in his pocket. he's all smiles and giggles, a soft flush adorning his cheeks which can be chalked up to the warm weather but, he knows better.

and maybe you should know better too and then kiss him.

he really wants to kiss you.

the softness in his eyes quickly disappears the second the waiter comes back with your drinks and food, muttering some flirty remark towards you.

his gaze bores holes into the back of the waiter's head, eyes only leaving him when he's out of his sight. he knows he has no right — you're not even his, but he can't bear the thought of you being with someone else, it makes him sick.

“go on, try it. i wanna see the look of pure disgust on your face,” you chuckle, taking a sip of your sweet strawberry milkshake.

oh right the matcha.

he gulps nervously, taking a small sip of his matcha, immediately regretting it, mark has always been expressive and by the looks of it, you were right.

“good?” you jokingly ask. he huffs amusedly, “so good,” he says sarcastically, playing along.

he's thankful you ordered him a piece of his favorite type of cake without him asking, you know him so well — or maybe you don't, considering you don't know how he'd give up everything he has just to be with you.

“this is really good,” he says absentmindedly as he savors the taste of the sweet treat, hands itching to wipe the small amount of whipped cream on the corner of your lips.

“really? can i have a bite?” 

a bite? you've got to be joking. you know you can have the whole thing right? you can have him — his soul that he's sure is intertwined with yours with the way his chest aches when you're not around and his heart, it's already yours. it's always been yours, was never his to begin with. you can have the world, he'd give it to you to the best of his ability, but sure you can take a bite.

he can't stop himself from smiling when he sees you enjoying a piece from his cake, he wants to see you happy, always. he doesn't like when you get sad, especially when he gets hurt, he always feels so guilty afterwards.

you even feed him a generous spoonful of your cake, which he happily accepts. he wonders if the other people in this cafe think you two are a couple — the thought makes him awfully giddy.

the matcha grows on him, or maybe it's the fact your presence alone is enough to distract him to down the whole thing easily.

“you want my cherry?” you ask, already plucking it from on top of the whipped cream on your milkshake, he doesn't protest against your offer, instead boldly leans in — hoping you'll feed it to him.

and you do, his lips brush ever so slightly against your fingers but it's enough to send a shiver down his spine.

the action is oddly intimate, especially with the way you're holding his gaze as he eats the sweet cherry, his body feels like it's on fire.

what kind of foreplay is this? he's gotta ask william.

“thanks,” he manages to mutter out, his voice cracking slightly.

he watches as you finish your milkshake, lips wrapped around the straw-

woah not there mark! he holds his thoughts back from straying into that direction as he finishes his remaining food.

he sheepishly tells you about the whipped cream around the corner of your lips, handing you a tissue — he wants to wipe it off with his thumb, well he really wants to kiss it but he's not that bold. although sometimes he wishes he was.

but then maybe you two wouldn't have gotten this close to begin with — so he'll be himself, the mark you know, hoping one day he works up the courage to earn the right to shower you with all the affection and love in the world.

he smugly grins when you try to pay at the counter and then come to know he's already paid in advance.

“mark.”

“you can pay next time.”

“that's what you always say!”

“hm do i?” he makes a show of thinking long and hard, rubbing his chin and all as he gets a coffee for william — as he'd insisted mark get him something from the recently opened cafe in the area.

the conversation and shared laughter dies down as you two make your way out, it's time to leave and part ways, mark has been dreading this the second he got here.

don't leave me.

his chest tightens with unspoken words and affection when you bid him goodbye, with a hug. he doesn't want to pull away — arms lingering around for awhile even when you start pulling away.

don't go. please.

even though the words remain unspoken —  his eyes speak volumes, even the feelings he's too scared to utter out loud.

and as the wind blows, rustling your hair — you look back at him one last time with that damn smile, he hopes the next time you two are together, it ends with you not leaving but instead in his arms, where you belong.

or well at least where he thinks you belong — he's getting ahead of himself again isn't he?

he smiles back although it doesn't quite reach his eyes, watching you walk away until you're out of his sight.

and now he's left there alone. he ends up taking a sip from the coffee to distract himself but it's bitter — almost bitter like the thought of never having you, never having you as his.

he sighs, god he's hopeless. better get back to william’s before his coffee gets all cold.

“you look like someone just drained the life out of you,” william teases him as mark hands him the coffee that's still somewhat warm, “don't tell me a vampire attacked you,” he jokes but mark’s mind is somewhere else — you.

he already misses you.

“quit moping around and spill the tea already,” william groans playfully, feigning annoyance as he sips on his coffee.

“i’m such an idiot.”

“tell me something new mark.”

“not helping.”

william scoots his chair closer to mark on the bed, “did you mess up?”

“no, i don't think so.”

“the why do you look like a sad kicked puppy?”

“i’ll never have-

“oh my god not this again,” william sighs loudly, “we've been through this likea gazillion times mark.”

“what kind of foreplay is cherry eating?”

william almost spits out his coffee. “i beg your finest fucking pardon?”

and as mark rambles about you, reliving the memories of you sure makes him shy and giddy — he tells his best friend, “she asked if i wanted her cherry, and-”

“oh you do, real bad,” william snickers knowingly in a suggestive tone which makes mark pause and raise a brow.

“oh my god you are so dense, and you missed the perfect opportunity to flirt,” william rubs his temples like an overworked stressed parent.

“how did you know i want-”

oh.

that kind of cherry.

“william!” mark is quick to throw a pillow at his friend — embarrassed and cheeks starting to heat up, a blush creeping up his neck.

“oof,” william lets out a surprised noise, “hey you're not denying it,” he teases — earning another smack with a pillow from the half viltrumite.

“shut up.”

“you're still not denying the idea, real subtle there.” 

“i hate you.”

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[omgkaiju]

Thinking about campus crush Mark…..

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[mintyys-blog]

Hot sex with viltrimite mark after an argument, please 😝💓

NOTHING MORE | viltrumite mark x reader

INVINCIBLE MASTERLIST | WARNINGS: smut, swearing

“You took me, Mark.”

Your voice echoed off the walls of the cold, sterile room—the room he claimed was your “new home.” His figure loomed near the door, arms folded over his broad chest, his jaw tight, but his eyes—his eyes—watched you like you were some fragile, unpredictable thing.

“You didn’t ask. You didn’t even explain. You just… took me like I was some prize you earned. Like I’m just here to breed your children and be quiet about it.”

His expression didn’t change, but you saw something flicker across his face—just for a second. Guilt? Frustration? Or was it just annoyance that you were speaking out again?

“I’ve been here for months,” you whispered, stepping closer, the fury in your chest burning hotter than your words. “And you sleep beside me, touch me like you own me—but you’re not with me, Mark. You don’t hold me like you love me. You don’t talk to me unless it’s about my ‘purpose.’ I feel so—so alone.”

You placed your hand on your chest, breath shaky. “It doesn’t even matter if my so-called husband is beside me at night. You’re always cold. Emotionally gone. I could scream and you’d just stand there like this.”

He took a step toward you, slow and heavy. “That’s not true.”

“Isn’t it?” you challenged, eyes glinting. “I’m just some human pet you knocked up in your head. A thing to mold into a good little Viltrumite breeder.”

His jaw tightened, nostrils flaring. “You think I don’t want you?” he growled. “You think I don’t feel anything when I look at you?”

You didn’t back down. “Wanting me doesn’t mean anything if all you ever do is fuck me like a duty and never see me.”

That got to him. His hand slammed against the wall beside your head, not to hurt you—but to cage you there, to make you listen. His eyes were darker now, like a storm had been building behind them and finally snapped.

“You think I don’t touch you because I have to?” he breathed, dangerously close now. His voice dropped, rough and low. “You think I hold back because I don’t want to lose myself? You have no idea what you do to me.”

Your breath caught, chest rising as your back pressed against the cold metal. His presence was overwhelming now, heat rolling off him in waves.

“Then show me,” you whispered, voice breaking. “Show me that I’m not just some fucking womb to you.”

His mouth was on yours before the last word left your lips—violent, bruising, desperate. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t careful. It was rage and loneliness and longing crashing together in a single kiss. He gripped your hips like he was afraid you’d vanish, like you’d disappear if he didn’t anchor himself to you.

You moaned into his mouth, finally feeling something from him, something real, something human. His hand tangled in your hair, pulling just enough to make you gasp.

He pulled back, breathing heavy, lips inches from yours. “You’re mine,” he growled, possessive and raw. “Not for breeding. Not for war. Just—mine.”

You stared at him, heart racing, lips swollen, body trembling not from fear—but from finally being seen.

You didn’t wait.

Your hands shot up, fingers tangling in his thick black hair as you yanked him down to you again, not gentle—not anymore. You wanted him to feel everything you had been holding back. The loneliness, the frustration, the hollow ache of sleeping next to a man who made your skin burn but your heart feel cold.

You tugged hard, and he groaned into your mouth, his control fracturing with every pull. His grip tightened around your waist, lifting you like you weighed nothing. Your legs wrapped around him on instinct, your back hitting the wall as his mouth moved down your neck—biting, sucking, marking.

“I’m not fragile,” you hissed into his ear. “If you’re going to take me, then take me. But stop pretending this is just about control.”

His breath hitched, and then his lips were on yours again—this time deeper, messier, like he couldn’t get close enough. He moved with rough, desperate precision, hands roaming under your clothes, his Viltrumite strength making your head spin.

“You think I don’t want you?” he growled between kisses. “You think I don’t lose my fucking mind every time you look at me like that? You think I sleep at night?”

You clawed at his shirt, nails dragging down his back as your voice trembled, “Then why do you act like I’m nothing but a body to fill?”

He slammed his hand beside your head again, eyes blazing. “Because if I let myself feel how much I need you, I’d tear this planet apart just to keep you.”

You shuddered—part fear, part desire—and you pulled his hair again, dragging a guttural sound from his throat. His body pressed tighter against yours, hips grinding against you through the thin fabric between you.

“I want all of it,” you said through clenched teeth. “Not half of you. Not this cold version of the man I loved. Give me the real you, Mark.”

His forehead pressed to yours, breath ragged. “I’m scared you’ll hate me if you see who I really am.”

You cupped his jaw with both hands, forcing him to look at you. “I already hate what you’re becoming. But I still love what’s buried underneath.”

And that broke something in him. He didn’t hold back this time.

His mouth was back on yours, hands exploring like he couldn’t decide whether to worship or ruin you. The tension that had been festering between you both snapped like a live wire—raw, hungry, and dangerous.

This wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t romantic.

It was two broken souls colliding in a storm they both created.

He didn’t just take you— You let him. Because for the first time in months, it felt real.

And even if it ended in flames— You’d finally burn together.

Clothes were torn more than they were removed. His hands gripped and groped like he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go for even a second. The cool metal of the wall pressed into your back, grounding you while everything else burned hot.

His lips dragged down your collarbone, teeth grazing just enough to sting. You hissed, nails digging into his shoulders, and tugged his hair again—harder this time. He growled low in his throat, rutting against you like an animal barely holding itself back.

“You like that?” you breathed, voice breaking into a moan as his hand slid between your legs.

“I like everything about you,” he muttered into your skin, mouth trailing down your chest. “Even when you’re screaming at me. Even when you say you hate me.”

His fingers slid inside you without warning, and your head slammed back against the wall, breath stolen from your lungs. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t soft. It was claiming. A punishment for all the days he kept his distance. A confession for all the nights he held you and refused to let himself feel.

“Mark—”

“You don’t get it,” he rasped, his other hand cupping your cheek, rough thumb brushing your lower lip. “I’m stronger than entire civilizations. I could destroy worlds. But you?” He kissed you hard, voice cracking. “You make me weak. You make me need.”

You clenched around his fingers at those words, whimpering into his mouth, and he swallowed every sound like it gave him life.

Then he was inside you, hot and thick and there—and you both groaned into each other’s mouths like the world had finally aligned. There was no pretense now. No cold walls. No breeding talk. Just desperation. Just him. Just you.

He moved like he meant it. Like he was making up for every cold night. Every ignored plea. Every moment you felt like a ghost beside him.

Each thrust knocked the breath from your lungs, your cries echoing in the walls of his fortress—no longer silenced. No longer ignored. His cock reached the deepest parts inside you and made you see stars.

You clung to him, fingers pulling his hair so hard he winced and growled like a feral thing. His hands bruised your hips, dragging you closer, closer, closer.

“Say it,” he demanded, forehead against yours, sweat dripping between you. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I hate you,” you gasped, tears burning behind your eyes. “But I’ve always been yours.”

That was it. That was all it took.

He cursed into your neck, thrusts growing erratic, desperate, like he couldn’t get enough. You came with his name ripped from your throat, shaking, raw, wrecked. And when he followed—biting your shoulder, moaning your name like it was the last thing he’d ever say—it felt less like release and more like surrender.

He didn’t stop after the first time.

You were still trembling in his arms, legs wrapped tight around his waist, when he pulled you from the wall and carried you—still buried deep inside—to the bed like you were the only thing anchoring him to this world.

He laid you down like you were something sacred, but the moment his eyes locked with yours again, all that worship turned feral.

“Not done,” he growled, voice low and dangerous. “Not even close.”

“Mark—” you tried to speak, but his hips snapped forward before you could finish, and you choked on a cry.

You were still sensitive, still fluttering around him, but he didn’t care. Or maybe he did. Maybe that was exactly what he wanted—to watch you unravel again. To see your body remember him, even if your heart was still unsure.

His pace was relentless, hips grinding into yours with punishing force, every thrust a wordless apology. You arched beneath him, nails scraping down his back, dragging red lines in your wake.

“You wanted the real me?” he hissed, dragging his lips down your throat, biting the soft skin there. “You have me.”

Your hands found his hair again, yanking it back to force him to look at you. The way he groaned at that—it was filthy. He liked it. Liked when you took control even while he was wrecking you.

“Then don’t hold back,” you dared, breathless. “Break me if you have to—but don’t you fucking hide from me again.”

His mouth crashed into yours, all teeth and tongue, devouring every gasp you gave him as he pounded into you harder, faster, deeper. The sound of skin slapping, the creak of the bedframe, your breathless cries—it filled the room like a storm.

Your second orgasm built fast, hot, and overwhelming. You clenched around him, eyes fluttering, and he cursed against your lips, fucking you through it like a man possessed.

And then he kept going.

Even after you were shaking. Even after your voice was gone, reduced to broken whimpers and clawing hands.

“Look at you,” he rasped, eyes wild. “Falling apart under me… still so fucking beautiful.”

You bit his shoulder hard, trying to muffle the scream as he hit that spot again, and again, dragging you into a third release that left your body limp beneath him.

He grunted low in your ear, chasing his own high now, grinding into your soaked heat with maddening control. “You’re not leaving me,” he whispered like a vow, “I’ll make sure you never can.”

His hips snapped one final time, spilling deep inside you with a groan so primal it made your blood run hot.

But even then, he didn’t move.

He hovered over you, panting, his forehead against yours, your bodies still connected—his chest heaving like he’d just survived war.

And maybe he had. Maybe you both had.

Because as ruined and used as you felt, wrapped in his arms, your fingers still tangled in his hair—you didn’t feel alone anymore.

You felt wanted. You felt his.

When it was over, silence settled. Your breathing was uneven, both your bodies still tangled, chest to chest. He didn’t let go.

For once, he didn’t pull away.

“…I’m sorry,” he whispered after a long moment. His voice was hoarse. Honest.

You looked up at him, still catching your breath. “Are you?”

“I don’t know how to be what you need,” he admitted, eyes soft for the first time in forever. “But I’m trying. Even if I don’t know how to say it, even if I fuck it up—I feel everything when I’m with you.”

You reached up and brushed a thumb under his eye. “Then stop pretending you don’t.”

He nodded, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he held you close—bare, bruised, but not alone.

Not anymore.

[wicca-void]

big HUGE argument between main mark and reader after the invincible war because while reader was fighting other versions of her best friend, mark stayed by eve's side, so after having to kill two marks and all of them confessing their love to reader and trying to took her to other universe, she reached her limit.

she could understand mark's conflicted relationship with his father, she could ignore mark's distance, that he forgot important events for her, she could ignore how he treated their summer together like it was nothing and went back to be only friends, god she even forgot how he couldn't look at her into the eye after nolan incapacitated her so that she wouldn't get involved in the fight between mark and nolan, but she couldn't tolerate that he didn't go to check on debbie and oliver.

(reader can't stop dreaming about the two marks' blood on her hands, his friend's inert body between her arms as she begged for forgiveness even though she knew neither of them was her mark.)

(she still thinks about viltrumite mark begging her to be his again. she thinks about mohawk mark talking about the treehouse nolan built for them. she thinks about sinister mark telling her all she had to do was stay. she still thinks about all of them, and in some part she mourns all the versions of her which she's sure they loved their marks)

she thinks about mark snapping at her and telling her she doesn't know him at all. and maybe he's right, she doesn't know him anymore.

[s1utla]

warnings: 18+, nsfw, afab! reader, friends with benefits, blowjob, mark wants u bad, jealousy, a little ooc if you squint but nothing 2 crazy. reassurance at the end (?) short thirst.

an: minors, ageless and blank blogs dni. based off of this request :p it’s short cuz if i continued it further it would be a whole book. not proofread.

It’s weird, Mark thinks. How something once so innocent twisted into something slightly physical, then into… this. He’s known you forever. Since you were both wide-eyed high school kids, laughing too loud, sharing inside jokes no one else understood. Back then, it was easy, simple. But somewhere along the way, the lines blurred.

Lingering touches. Charged glances. The kind of tension that buzzed under your skin, electric and obvious. Now, he doesn’t know what to call it. Doesn’t know if it needs a name. This—whatever this is—doesn’t have a name. But shouldn’t it? Because what normal friend ends up like this?

Between his spread legs, so pretty, so sweet, lips glossy and slick as they stretch around the flushed tip of his cock. Drool slipping from the corners of your mouth, trailing down your chin, making a mess of both of you. Mark exhales, slow and shaky, watching you with half-lidded eyes, stomach tensing as your tongue swirls around him. Yeah. Friends don’t do this. He’s sure. He looks at you. Just the sight of you alone makes something in his chest tighten, burn. Too pretty. Too perfect. Like you were crafted just for him, like every curve, every breath, every flicker of emotion in your eyes was made to ruin him.

Your lips part, eyes glistening, determination flickering beneath the softness. And it’s almost too much—the way you try, the way you take him in like you can handle it, like you want to.

Mark’s hand cradles your cheek, soft and warm, thumb brushing over your skin like you’re something delicate. It’s tender, almost sweet, but there’s a heat behind it, a silent hunger. He guides you down, slow, deliberate, his fingers firm against your jaw as your lips stretch around him. The first gag rips from your throat—wet, choked, a little desperate—and his cock twitches at the sound. it’s cute, he thinks. The way you try so hard to please him, despite you swearing up and down you don’t give a shit.

Your eyes water, lashes clumping, but you don’t pull back. You never do. Another gag, rougher this time, vibrates against him, and he groans low, abs clenching. You’re a mess—spit pooling, dripping, your breath hitching in that frantic way that makes him ache. But you keep going, stubborn, determined, like you’re proving something. Like you want him to come undone.

He can’t help but wonder—is this special? The way you look at him, the way you touch him, the way you respond like this is second nature. Like it’s meant to be him. Or is it just routine? Something common, something easy, something you do with all your other friends when no one’s looking? The thought makes his stomach twist, something bitter curling at the edges of his mind.

And then he asks, before the thought can settle, before it can fester into something ugly, “Do you fuck all of your friends like this?” His voice is even, almost careless, not like him. But his grip tightens just slightly, just enough to betray him.

You look up at him, eyes wide—so wide, so deceptively innocent, you could be mistaken for a doll. And then you smile. Sweet. Careless. Like his question doesn’t rattle something deep inside him. Like you don’t notice the way his jaw tightens, the way his fingers twitch. His breath catches. His gaze flickers downward—his mess smeared across your lips, glistening.

You don’t answer. You don’t have to.

But you do. “No.”

A beat. A breath. A pause just long enough to make his chest tighten.

“Just you.”

[wordsofwhimsy]

ok i just saw this pic & immediately thought

prisoner!mark had himself a little lover before he got sent to the Big House, u know when he still looked normal lmao aww that was mean my poor bb

and he spends all that time thinking about her, missing her, hating himself for what he became and convinced she’d never love him again if he got out

but then he DOES get out & immediately goes to find her to learn she went full widow mode in his absence. goth, dark, gloomy, etc. he’s all hesitant to approach her at first but he does & she’s soo happy to see him & just as in love with him as ever

so now he worships her more than ever & she loves the attention & praise but also just loves him 🖤💖

[luv-lock]

ㅤֹㅤ⊹ㅤ #ㅤTWISTED LOVEㅤ.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☆⁠ PAIRING : Nolan Grayson x Fem Reader

☆⁠ HEADCANON : How Would He Be When He's Obsessed?

☆⁠ NOTES : There are some +18 parts. English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

It starts with curiosity.

Nolan doesn’t fall easily. He’s Viltrumite—evolution burned love out of his species long ago. Mates are chosen for compatibility, strength, breeding. Nothing more.

But you—you confuse him.

You’re human. Fragile. Your bones would shatter with a flick of his wrist. You bleed too easily. You cry too loudly. You smile too much. Your laugh is obnoxious, your opinions are naïve, your body is so soft and delicate he finds it repulsive... until he doesn’t.

Until he starts to notice the sound of your voice more than the noise of the city. Until your scent burns into his nose like it was made for him. Until the day you touch his arm in passing and he has to leave the room because his hands are shaking.

He tells himself it’s a distraction. He tells himself you’re just an itch.

Then comes the obsession.

He watches you.

Not because he wants to.

Because he has to.

You’re always in his mind. Your laugh replays in his ears when he’s halfway across the world. He knows your routines—what time you leave for work, where you get your coffee, how long it takes you to fall asleep.

He listens to your heartbeat sometimes when you’re not even near him. Through walls. Through cities. It calms him. Grounds him. And if someone looks at you too long in public, he memorizes their face.

They never live long.

He tells himself it’s protection. You’re vulnerable. You don’t understand the world like he does. You need him.

But it’s not protection.

It’s possession.

He tests the waters.

At first, you think it’s innocent.

Nolan starts showing up where you are—your local bookstore, the park, the grocery store. You think it’s coincidence. He’s charming. Polite. A little intense. You know he’s married. You know he’s older. You know he’s too much.

But when he talks, you feel like he’s the only one seeing you.

And that’s all it takes.

He kisses you once—gently, like you might break. He apologizes. Says he’s confused. Says he’s trying to be a better man.

He’s lying.

But the kiss… isn’t.

He feels something snap inside him when you don’t pull away.

He leaves his wife.

Debbie notices the change. Of course she does. He’s colder, angrier, distracted. And she knows. She always knew what he was capable of.

You’re not some secret mistress. You’re a turning point.

He lies at first. Then stops bothering.

When he leaves, it’s sudden. He doesn’t explain. He doesn’t need to. Debbie is human. You’re human too—but different.

You make him feel like a god and a man. You make him care.

And that terrifies him.

He can’t stand being apart.

If you ever try to pull away—even a little—he loses control.

He won’t yell. He won’t hit. He’s too above that.

But the air gets thinner. His voice gets colder. His eyes go dark.

He’ll corner you emotionally. Tell you how small and weak and breakable you are in this world. How people like you don’t survive without someone like him. How you need him more than you realize.

And he’ll say it with love in his voice.

With desperation.

With devotion.

He worships you. In his own way.

When you’re with him, you’re the only thing in the world that matters.

He’ll carry you like glass. Cook for you. Watch you sleep, every night. Whisper in your ear.

He never says I love you.

He says you’re mine.

He says I would burn this planet for you.

He says don’t ever leave me.

And he means all of it.

But his love is twisted.

He doesn’t understand human love. Human softness.

He’ll kill for you, without hesitation. Always without you knowing. He’ll destroy anyone who hurts you—even if that “hurt” was just a stray word or a suspicious look.

And if you ever betray him?

He won’t kill you.

No.

He’ll kill for you.

He’ll tear open the sky just to find you.

Even if it means dragging you down with him.

Because in the end...

You’re not just his obsession.

You’re his purpose.

His reason for staying tethered to this meaningless world.

And if this planet turns on him?

Then he’ll turn on it.

With you at his side.

Or in his arms.

Or in his cage.

Whatever it takes.

It’s never soft. Not anymore.

He tries. In the beginning.

He holds your face like it’s precious. Like your skin might fall off your bones if he touches too hard. But Nolan was made to conquer, not caress.

And every time you moan—every time you whisper his name like it’s holy—he forgets he’s supposed to pretend to be human.

He grabs you.

Slams your wrists above your head, his hand wrapped around both like iron. Teeth at your throat, your shoulder, your lips—biting, not kissing.

He doesn’t ask if you want it.

He already knows.

You’re soaked for him. Begging. Gasping.

He knows your body better than you do. He knows exactly how to tear you apart and put you back together.

And he enjoys it.

He punishes you when you try to leave.

Maybe you text someone you shouldn't. Maybe you don't come home fast enough. Maybe you talk back.

You never even see it coming.

He shows up, silent and still as death. The door locks behind him. His cape hits the floor. You see his eyes—they’re glowing.

You say his name.

He doesn’t speak.

He bends you over the table like a toy and fucks you until you're sobbing. Until your knees are shaking. Until you’re hoarse from screaming and begging but you don’t even know what for anymore.

You cry, and he kisses the tears like they belong to him.

Because they do.

You do.

He breaks the bed. Sometimes the floor. Sometimes you.

His strength is inhuman.

Sometimes, he forgets to hold back. He snaps the headboard with one thrust, cracks the floor with his knees while grinding into you. One night, he tears your panties in half with two fingers and growls, “Don’t wear these around me again.”

Sometimes you bruise. Sometimes you limp. Sometimes you wake up with your thighs sticky and sore, your body aching in places you forgot existed.

And he’s always there when you wake up.

Cleaning the blood from your thighs. Pressing kisses to your forehead. Murmuring things you don’t understand but feel in your bones.

They sound like prayers.

But they’re threats too.

He keeps you.

Eventually, you stop fighting it.

He’s not just a man. He’s a force. A hunger. A god who decided you were the one thing worth worshipping.

And gods don’t let their worshippers go.

He doesn’t let you leave the house without a kiss. He doesn't let you sleep unless it's with his hand wrapped around your hip, or his head buried in your neck. He tracks you. Listens to your heartbeat through walls. Through cities.

One night, you whisper, “You’re obsessed.”

He laughs.

Low. Dangerous.

“No,” he says. “I’m yours. You’re mine. That’s not obsession, sweetheart. That’s truth.”

And then he kisses you like he’s about to devour your soul.

And maybe he does.

You forget who you were before him.

Before Nolan.

Before the bruises you like.

Before the eyes that watch you even in your dreams.

Before you started craving the way he breaks you just to feel whole again.

Now you live for the sound of him growling your name. For the way he says “mine” when he’s deep inside you, holding you down like the world might rip you from him.

You should run.

You won’t.

You belong to him now.

And the terrifying part is—

You want to.

— MASTERLIST ☆

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[eques-vspr]

the line from we hug now "you thinking its just a small thing that happened, well the world ended when it happened to me," is so childhood friend reader x mark where their relationship is strained due to mark's new superhero life, all these shiny and powerful people made him forget his not so powerful friend.

the reader realizes just how dependent they were on him for emotional stability when they've cried for hours after mark forgot their birthday when he used to celebrate at 12 am on the dot, doing the best they can to cut him out of their heart with somewhat of a success thinking its the last time they'll ever have to face mark again.

except the reader is a really late bloomer, gets their powers and seemingly drops off the face of the earth and mark is doing everything to find them now. however the reader is hiding from him because of said powers, they... don't look like themselves anymore, mark shouldn't see the monster they've become. and they shouldnt care so much, mark shouldnt care.

they both should just walk away.

but they dont.

[scriptseekstories]

Invincible and Dc Crossover.

Mark is Reader’s boyfriend and he comes over to visit her, only to find out how shit her family is.

In this au, Reader could even be the Atom!Eve, since Eve’s family as totally shit as well. Hey, it means she gets a sibling relationship with Oliver.

Bruce when he realises that his child’s boyfriend’s dad is a fucking maniac and so is the boyfriend: 😐

Fun fact the reason I made my last post was because I just got into Invincible and I was like “you know what? This shit slaps”

Change in Family

Okay, let’s do this one more time.

If we go for the Atom Eve!Reader route, then we know what the batfamily is like. More of the same with any other neglected!Readers. But this would be worse as you’re considered to be a Meta and we all know how Batman feels about Metas in Gotham

Let’s say we go with the similar stories of neglected readers. You were ignored and tormented by certain robins (Damien lol), you only had Alfred and/or Duke, you gained your powers in your senior year, graduate and moved away to leave your family behind, with the occasional calls from Alfred and Duke.

You joined the Guardian of the Globe to save people, and that’s where you meet Mark Grayson, this slightly awkward and shy kid who is apparently the son of THE Omni-Man. You were obviously intimidated by this dude, but soon your feelings got the better of you, and you fell for Mark.

Saving his ass was one way to get him to fall for you too. Unethical way for romance, but hey, a big win for you. He fell harder for you, and you both decided to get your feelings out of the way and had your kiss on the battlefield, immediately getting scolded by Cecil.

OR-

We have a none super story where you were the only normal kid in your family, the familiar story goes where you met Mark at college. You needed a fresh start that didn’t involve being in the shadows of the Waynes, so having all this hard work and studies is better than nothing.

You actually didn’t technically meet in college, you met when some villain was in the city and crashed into the campus, where you were almost crushed if it weren’t for Invincible. You had your fair share of attacks back at Gotham, so he was surprised when he saw your calm demeanor before getting back into fighting the villain.

After a while he caught up to you as Mark Grayson, who awkwardly stumbled next to your seat and rambling about the attack earlier, and he mentioned about seeing you almost getting killed, even more shocked to see you shrugging.

“It happens more than you think, especially in Gotham,” He was amazed you moved all the way from Gotham, and it just went on from there. You eventually found out he was Invincible after months of being friends, with in turn became dating.

No matter which path you choose

You are adored by Mark, which extends to his family. Oliver looks up to you, whether or not you’re human or Atom Eve!Reader, he sees the way Mark has heart eyes for you, and he declared you to be the best future sister-in-law ever.

You would always recreate his toys to be cooler, despite Debbie’s raised eyebrow and crossed arms at your sheepish smile while Oliver played with a heat seeking foam missile.

Of course, you kept in touch with Alfred, telling you the adventures you went on as Atom Eve, or your studies if you were human. You never told him about your boyfriend as despite being the only father figure you know (the addition of Cecil and Nolan), you knew his opinions about metas.

Your calls with Alfred eventually led you to work up the courage and confess to him that you have a boyfriend, and you don’t know by the look on the butler’s face that he was proud or horrified.

You could feel the glare of Alfred through the phone when you moved the camera to face Mark. Poor guy was sweating bullets by the stare he gave. “I-Is he going to… kill me?” He meeked asked, “I mean he almost killed Superman with not even Kryptonite… so I wouldn’t be too worried?” You sheepishly replied.

Unfortunately, your confession about Mark was being eavesdropped by Stephanie, who spat out her orange juice and tackled the phone out of Alfred’s hands, shouting into the phone -which in turn the whole manor- about; “(NAME)!! SINCE WHEN DID YOU MOVED OUT?! AND MANAGED TO HAVE THAT DORK BAG A BADDIE LIKE YOU?!”

What a snitch, now your other siblings are freaking out at the fact you moved out. “Yeah, for ONE year!! The fact you didn’t notice is very comforting!” you scoffed, all the while Mark was awkwardly laying next to you.

Bruce was distraught, not just the fact you were far away, but you have a BOY in your ROOM!! It doesn’t matter if you had a girl, boy, genderfluid or non-binary!! Why are you dating?!

“You shouldn’t be dating at your age!” He shouted through the phone, “I’m 21!!” You said in disbelief, making Mark cover his mouth to hide his smile while you elbowed him.

Dick was more distraught than Bruce if that was even possible. He was trying to tear the phone away from Bruce while crying his eyes out. “B-Baby bird!! Why did you leave us?! You shouldn’t be out there filled with overpowered monsters!! You should be inside the manor where it’s safer!! I-in fact, we’re coming right now!!”

You panicked, trying to find and excuse to sway them. If you choose Option A: Confess you have powers and is the hero Atom Eve “I’ve had powers since I was 16!!” You showed them through the phone by making one of Mark’s rock collection into a statue of a middle finger.

Or Option B: Throw Mark under the bus and say you have Invincible as your boyfriend to protect you. “He’s half-Viltrumite! He can protect me more than Batman!” You pulled Mark to your hip.

If you choose either one, congratulations!! Both were the wrong answers!! Now you either have your family freaking out that you had powers and only told Alfred, or they’re freaking out that you’re dating Invincible.

Whatever the outcome, you hid in the home of Mark, where Debbie treated you like you were her child, and Nolan? He approved of you so that’s good.

“Babe, it’s okay! Maybe they actually want to make amends with you!” Mark being the optimist he is he tired to reassure you while you shook your head. “You don’t know my family like I do, Mark! They only care now because of Steph eavesdropping! They wouldn’t even have remembered me if it weren’t for- UGH!!”

If you were Atom Eve! Reader, your frustration would’ve gotten a few items from Mark’s room turned into liquid. Human! Reader would’ve just kicked Mark’s chair to the ground. Mark frowned before holding you close.

“I’m sorry for whatever you been through. I promise you, they won’t take you away from your home. Away from me,” You wiped your tears of frustration and smiled at him, kissing him softly before hugging him again.

Mark wasn’t going to let your neglectful family to finally see you as one of their own, for they had years to do so. He confided to his dad, worried that you will be sent back to Gotham.

“If you want me to give them a total beatdown, I’m on it!” Oliver grinned while the Nolan boys were in an open field to talk about your situation.

“I don’t want to lose them, dad. I love them so much, a-and they want to take that away from me!!” He shouted before sending a boulder into the sky. Nolan simply hummed while floating next to Mark.

“Son… You know how much I love your mother,” Mark nodded, “I would do anything for her. (Name), they mean so much to you as well. They even managed to wiggle themselves into this family,” He chuckled.

“Duh! You gotta show those dorks that we ain’t gonna to let anything slide with us! (Name) is practically family!” Oliver floated upside down while attempting to land.

“They’re yours now Mark, and you can’t let others take what’s yours…” Usually, Mark would question such words his father would say, but he was right. You are his just as much as he is yours, and he’d be damned if he let these neglectful people show up suddenly.

“Don’t worry dad, I won’t let them go. Ever,” Nolan smiled softly, “Good, because between the three of us, your mother got more attached to (Name) than we did,” Mark laughed, but knew that Debbie loved you more.

There would be a dinner, hosted by the gracious Bruce Wayne to show he means no harm, (to you of course he’s going to kill this Mark). It was time to meet the family, the Nolan’s included.

Cecil is on watch with the GotG (not those guardians) as he grew attached to you as well, in case the Bats pull something, and Alfred has the Justice League on command to swoop in just in case things got ugly.

“It’s so great to have the family back together for dinner,” Bruce smiled brightly as you were forced to sit between him and Selina, who was amused by this whole ordeal, but was still happy you were back.

With the state down between Mark and Nolan vs the Bats, Debbie and Selina were casually talking and in their own vibe.

“You must be Selina Kyle. Debbie Nolan, and I must say you definitely manage to hold down this family with a lover who is… delusional,” Debbie chuckled, “No judge though, been there,” Selena grinned while clinking her glass.

“Glad you like my style, truly amazing to see how the men try to pin against each other when we could really need the extra support in keeping them safe,” They already agreed that you were the number one priority between families and that you will be protected.

“Psst, you already got dirt on them?” Steph whispered to Barbara and Tim as they typed on their tablets under the table. They nodded as they gave glared at them, to which Mark glared back before focusing his lovey dovey eyes back on you.

It made them furious to see how he touched you (holding your hand) how he pampered you (gave you a kiss) how vile he is (he blushed when you complimented him).

“Baby bird, may I ask why you’re dating a hero who has the same last NAME as me?!” Dick accused, making you and Mark look at each other before an awkward silence filled dinner. Jason had the decency to stomp Dick’s foot hard to make him shut up.

Duke at least tried to give you his blessings, but even he knew something was up with your boyfriend’s family, specifically his dad. The way he stared at them as if they were mere ants.

Cass noticed too and they both spent called for backup of the Young Justice just in case.

“(Name), I find it absurd you take amusement in this Superman wannabe. Powers only make a being more perceptible to deadly scenarios,” Damien crossed his arms while glaring deadly daggers at Mark.

“Sooo, you’re their little brother? Pssh, I can already tell you’re a spoiled brat who thinks he’s better than everyone else here really he just has mommy issues,” Oliver smiled while stabbing his steak with his fork.

“Shut it, your purple grape!” Damien snarled, slamming his hands on the table, “At least I actually learned not to kill!” Oliver quipped, “Barely!” Both kids glared as you were about to just bolt out of here.

“Nolan Grayson,” Bruce cleared his throat, causing the shouting silence, “While I do appreciate you have given a roof over my dear (Name), I highly doubt it would be safe for them to continue living at your residence. They’ll be better staying here,” He said with a steady tone.

“Bruce-,” You started, but Nolan simply hummed, “Funny, I think it’ll be better for them to be protected by someone who they actually call dad,” Ohhh that made Bruce furious.

If things so seriously bad, then let’s just say that you’ll be seeing superhumans fight to the death just for you.

Meanwhile, Mark took you away from the outright war to give some kissing times with you.

Don’t get me started about the Markverse, that’ll give Bruce a stroke seeing them looking at you with hungry eyes.

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[minorlyatfault]

YOU KNOW THAT I LO-LO-LOVE THE CHASE ! m. grayson x reader

CATEGORY : SMAU ( SOCIAL MEDIA AU )

SERIES (?) note: it's mark grayson.. obvi.

PART ONE ⟡ PART TWO ⟡ PART THREE

𝓢ynopsis: two best friends, one brain cell, & way too much flirting. unfortunately, both are idiots.

𝓦arnings: ooc(?). mutual pining. oblivious flirting. secondhand embarrassment(?). mark being stupid but lovable. idiots in love. oblivious mfs, js kiss already. vi has no humor.

𝓝otes.

001. i HAD to give them the penelope garcia & derek morgan vibes,,, at least.

002. p2 will be tmr!! (hopefully)

003. first ever invincible work, who cheered? (someone, hopefully.)

004. I STILL HAVEN'T FINISHED S2 THO💔

© minorlyatfault, 2025

[invincibledc]

⋆˙⟡INVINCIBLE/MARK GRAYSON X PANTY ANARCHY!READER⋆˙⟡

summary: new addition to the teen team is a sex addict and a bitch. But oh, but they aren’t much of a bitch to of course mark grayson

genre: whatever this shit is cause idgaf I love panty AND THE NEW SEASON IS COMINGGGGG!!

info: slight(?) yandere mark, idk… I like munch!mark so much. POV switch accidentally at the end but I’m too tired to fix it so whatever. Also sorry if it’s ass, like I said i was tired and too tired to try and explain the dynamics. this is gender neutral for the ftm/male reader who loved panty and stocking. That’s why there’s a male reader and female reader tags, cause this is a character!reader so reader just has the personality and abilities of panty anarchy.

word count: 2,015

"Motherfucker needs to motherfucking chillax before she has a motherfucking stroke!" was the first sentence that came out your mouth seeing monstergirl fuck up Rex when invincible aka Mark Grayson punched her into her senses. You wore a classic bougie red outfit with shades on your head, and golden bracelets around your wrists as you leaned against the broken glass.

You were sure the person made a huge impression on the others when you got accepted onto this hero team. You and Rex weren't on a good start when you out-sassed him.

“You’re such a whore.” Rex says to you, narrowing his eyes while leaning his face towards you. You covered your nose, leaning back before sticking your tongue out.

“Says the manwhore who HAD a hot ass girlfriend before fucking multiple clones of ONE girl!” you stepped back fully as Mark was ready to get in between you and Rex, already seeing the tension getting thicker.

“I mean, monster girl was right when she said you have a small dick, Captain Peter wacker.” as you said this, you indicated him having a small dick by using your pointer finger and thumb, almost squeezing each other—but leaving space for in-between them to show how “small” he is.

“Oh, you bitch!”

“Rex, if you're gonna act like a baby, you might as well crawl back up your giant vagina where you belong.”

Before Rex could try and pounce on you, Mark got in between you and him, Rex was trying to get over the half viltrumite and human male. You just smirked and gave him double middle fingers and stuck out your tongue. “Suck it!”

“Y/n, stop!” Mark says, oddly—you obeyed, rolling your eyes and walking off.

“Whatever..”

✞

Every time you tried to have fun, Mark the fun police was always there, watching your every move. It was getting annoying so bad!

You were at the club, flirting with some guy, moving your body close to the buff man. Dragging a finger against his chest before suddenly Mark is there, pulling you from the club as you couldn't see a dark expression on his face.

“Hey! Dickhead! Are you following me or something?!” you scowled at the dark-haired male who seemed to almost try and intimidate you with his height.

“If you call watching out for you stalking, then yes!” he yells at you, but then he groans in annoyance. He doesn't even know why he cares for you, why he is getting so protective of you. What's the point of even trying to be like some overprotective boyfriend when you’re so independent?

You looked weirded out as he seemed to have an internal conflict going on. “Jeez.. Listen, man, if you want to sleep with me you could—” Mark interrupts you, grabbing your shoulders with a firm grip, not too firm to try and break anything. But still, you looked more confused at him.

“I don't want to sleep with you. I want to know the real you, you. You can't just be some sex-addicted person all your life! This... This can't be you!” he says, trying to get his words through you before you narrow your eyes.

“Ouu who are you? I don't need some asshole tryna tell me how the fuck I should live my life! This is my life, if you don't like it, then suck it up buttercup!” you pushed him back. It happened so quickly that you you both arguing, Mark trying to talk you out of whatever you were doing, not caring if he seemed crazy. Crazy for you whilst you trying to ignore the aching feeling.

“Can you shut the fuck up!” you yelled, fully losing your cool as Mark stopped, freezing as he stared at you.

Glossy eyes stared into shocked ones, you've never lost your cool before like this when you fell from heaven.

Mark couldn't help, but notice how astonishing you looked. The moon hitting your face right. You realized that you blew up, you exploded. You immediately turned from the male, wiping your eyes as you sighed.

“Listen, I'm doing this 'cause it is me. You can't just change me, Mark. This is already me.”

After that, you practically sprouted your angels wings and flew off quickly. Leaving Mark to sadly look into the sky, hitting himself mentally as he should have just not acted so impulsive. But he couldn't help it… he just couldn't.

✞

After the whole “altercation”, you and Mark have been kinda in a rocky relationship. But when you hold a grudge, you hold one. It's been so long since you noticed Mark. Not knowing that he now has fully changed after his father left. But Mark always noticed you. Always noticed how you seemed more closed off between you and him.

Mark would subtly be a lap dog for you, bringing you stuff like; red nail polish, and cool snacks he found across the world you mentioned you wanted to try months ago. He was being such a sucker, and you lived for this.

Finally, you had enough.

Knocking on his door, Debbie opened the door to see a flashy young adult who seemed to reek of a careless person.

“Is Mark here?” you ask, as much of a crazy bastard you are, you can't just burst into his place. So here you are now, in his comic geek abode.

“I wanna say, I'm sorry,” you said simply, knitted brows as Mark looked surprised. “I acted like a major bitch when you were trying to look after me. But listen here,” your voice lowered as your eyes narrowed.

“Next time I find out you are stalking me,” you balled up your fist, making a clean popping sound. “I'm ripping your balls off and making you swallow them.” and with that, you gave him a wink and left his place. Leaving him shocked as he clearly cannot believe that you apologized to him, threatened him, or found out where he lived.

But either way, the relationship was restored between you two. Strangely enough.

✞

Things have been smooth, and you both started to hang out more. Mark still acts oddly possessive if other guys are too close to you. He hates hearing how you fucked some guy during the morning or night. He had to ignore the feeling to show you true love within lust, but you were just too stubborn and uncaring to care. Although, you both are quite the duo! You and Eve are best pals due to some circumstances, she’s still a badass like you said before.

✞

Rolling your eyes, you took off your underwear from your angel clothing, not caring how the others were now focused on you. Shocked at how you are practically stripping.

“Angel! What are you doing?!” Mark yells, speeding over you as your underwear turns into a gun. Placing a hand on the half-alien boy’s chest—you pushed him back surprisingly harshly.

“I'm doin' my shit you dipstick. This isn't some ordinary monster, it's a goddamn ghost demon,” with a crazed smirk you rushed toward the shitty-looking monster. Rex gripped his head, even at first stayed in place before flying after you with Mark who still was oddly protective of you.

“Y/n! You’re crazy!” “Bitch, I'm always crazy!” you said loudly, jumping onto Eve’s and Mark's back, having your feet onto each of their backs before jumping into the air with a flip. Aiming the gun flawlessly at the ghost’s head you started to chant.

"O pitiful shadow lost in the darkness, O evil spirit born of those drifting between Heaven and Earth. May the thunderous power from the garments of these holy delicate maidens strike down upon you with great vengeance and furious anger, shattering your loathsome impurity and returning you from whence you came! REPENT, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!"

You pulled your finger onto the trigger as your halo glowed bright, the blue bullet phases through the ghost demon, showing a blasted huge hole before it was blown up into pieces.

Smirking, not caring how you were falling, you were suddenly caught by Mark who was gonna get heart problems because of this fallen angel.

Smirking with a smug look, you tapped his cheek. “Now you see what I have to deal with on my own time.” Mark gave you a stare that couldn't hold all the emotions he felt as of now, feeling you tap his cheek as you jumped out his arms.

You’re crazy… but oddly… attractive.

✞

"Well after we eat, let’s go hit the club and have ourselves a little fuckfest! Fuck that guy! Fuck this guy! Fuck those guys! We'll find everything that has a dick and FUCK IT! I'M TOTALLY FUCKING STOKED!" You said, kicking your feet that were covered with your red high-top sneakers. You and Mark needed to celebrate after a successful mission, it made you gleeful. Mark was slightly embarrassed with how loud you were—people started to stare.

Mark pulled you out of the establishment, whispering severely into your ear. “Calm down! Y-you can't just yell something like that to the whole world!” he says, face flushed as you push his face from your ear.

“Jeez, alright alright.” you started to pick at your ear with a noncaring expression. “I’ll be more 'civil',” you said with an air quote gesture with your one free hand. You pulled your finger out of your ear, looking at the finger and wiping it on Mark’s shirt.

“I'm bored. Let's go fuck some shit to fuck up.” You walked ahead of the male, having your arms behind your head as mark strutted close behind. Having a feeling he is practically your lap dog, which wasn’t wrong—but still it was clearly established without words.

✞

When the invincible war happened, y/n didn't think this was gonna be easy, hell! Multiple versions of the hot comic geek, jeez, if they weren't so evil. Y/n would've slept with all of them to achieve the goal of 1,000 guys!

But of course, they just had to face one of them.

The [blank] one.

The variant threw y/n across multiple buildings, and y/n got up momentary despite the burning feeling in their legs and body. “You can’t keep running from me angel face. You’ll die anyways, just like how I killed you!” He yelled when destroying a pillar y/n hide behind.

You barrel rolled from the punch, scoffing as you shot at him, he dodged quickly from the bullets. “You’re being such a little bitch.” the variant then says, zooming onto, gripping their throat as the angel then starts to punch his face.

Wincing a bit at the feeling of punching this variant, glaring at how this one seemed to smile like a smug bastard.

"You're right, I'm just a little bitch and I'm proud of it. But guess what, douchebag? That's not the point. News flash, I don't need special fucking powers to beat the shit out of you. You know why? Because I'm a bitch who doesn't give a fuck. You and your shit face can preach about death and me and other weird words that supposedly mean shit, but that doesn't change the fact that if any of you fuckers get in my way, I'm gonna kick some twisted-ass ass. You hear me dick? I'm a hot bitch angel named Y/N. And no matter what anyone says, I DO WHAT I FUCKING WANT!" Y/n before blasting a hole into Mark’s chest. Ending one of the variant's life, they felt tired as their whole body was littered with bruises, blood, and scratches. Clucthcing their gun, they fell to the ground, ignoring how their halo was slightly fading before Mainstream Mark immediately flew over.

Mark felt his heart drop, their small wings fluttering slowly, their halo looking titled. Mark flew to where the angel could get some help. He never thought he could have fallen in love with a foul-mouthed angel.

And here he is now, it's over, the battle of his life is over as he stared at the enchanting fallen angel beside him. He wrapped his arms around your nude body, figuring quickly you liked to sleep bare. He had no issues of course, but damn.

You were insane for being who you are.

[tiramissyoucake]

I would offer my entire chocolate stash for a Viltrumite Mark ver of them bath blurb

I'll take it, chocolate and tiramisu is a diabolical pairing.

Thank you for rqing!! I added full mask mark because he's a cutie patootie♡ pt. 1 here !! Based off this

Includes: Viltrumite, Full Mask

♡ Threatening him with no more baths together if he doesn't bail out of a fight immediately pt. 2

Viltrum Invincible:

I don't need it. I don't need it... IIII NEEEEEED IIIIIIIT!!!!

At first, he's almost offended by the threat, you think he NEEDS to bathe with you every time? No, no he definitely doesn't need to feel your skin against his in the comfort of bubbles and warmth. Definitely not.

"Fine, be that way...! Bathe alone!" He grits out, but the frustration was clearly placed in the enemy he was facing. You can tell based on how he's starting to move more frantically.

Usually the silver-white uniform remains clean whenever he has to deal with unwelcome guests, but this time? He figured he could get messy at the mention of a bath.

And when he comes back, he's glaring at you like you took away his plate from him mid-meal. "I told you I could handle it." He stomps his way to you, blood squelching under pristine shoes and tugging you in a hug; he always did this after being apart for a while but this time felt... calculated.

Pulling away from you, you immediately complain about whatever grime got on your clothes, he doesn't seem annoyed

"It's just blood, it's fine." He picks you up while disregarding your complaints and tugs you closely, flying out and heading back to your place

Looking down at your filthy clothes makes him happy, you can see him try to fight off the smug grin. "We should bathe together to... 'save water', as you say." He recalled your many complaints about the water bill, he didn't understand fully but he's glad he could use it against you.

Full Mask Invincible:

One of the only variants who actually listen to you, but tries to bargain.

He almost chokes on his own spit the moment the words leave your lips, looking away from the opponent. "What?! Y-you can't just drop that on me now!! (Name)!" He's frantically trying to get you to respond. "I can do this, I swear! Just gimme 5 minutes—"

The complaints die down when you decide to double down and tell him to bail out at once. "But—" "NOW!" And he's flying back with his tail between his legs.

He's okay with putting his ego aside for you, so he didn't have a lot of trouble ditching the pest to come to you, ultimately getting swapped out.

You felt guilty, he tugs off the mask that swallowed his entire head, letting his hair breathe as he looked down shamefully. "... look- I'm really sorry, you know I'm not used to just... giving up." He looked guilty, like he's sad he upset you.

It's only when you kiss his cheek and reassure him that he finally relaxes. "I wasn't serious, I'll take as many baths with you as you want. I'm glad you backed out when you did."

He hugs you close and although his suit was clean, he'd always come home sweaty from all the physical work, and you always smelled so sweet it makes his mouth water.

"So... you don't mind if we go bathe together now?" He didn't hide how eager he was, restraining a smug smile that almost looked shy.

[tokoyamisstuff]

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.

[bunnyclawzz]

Loser!Mark Grayson x Fem!Reader

Loser!Mark Grayson who is absolutely horrified to admit his feelings to you. You two have been friends for years-living right next door to each other since you moved in middle school, it was bound you two would get close. Back then was so much easier; hanging out in his backyard talking about his comics, watching TV in the living room together after playing whatever video games he suggested…so much harder now.

He’s always found you pretty, yeah, but it was always a friendly way! He swears it was just friendly! But then as you got older..

He suppressed his feelings for as many years as he could, truly. Went through most of high school without thinking about how pretty you are, or how smart…or how perfect and gentle you are or how sweet and kind-But now that’s all he can think about. You’re just so sweet and as nice as you can be to everyone who deserves it, effortlessly smart yet always studying with him after school. The prettiest girl he’s ever laid his eyes on.

Loser!Mark who still loves to hang out with you as you guys did as kids. Watching TV shows you would pick and talking about whoever’s drama at school. He found it more awkward now that there was always a pretty girl lying beside him chatting away.

“They were whisper arguing alll period, but it was barely even whispering ‘cause I heard most of-Mark? Are you even listening to me?” Your words pulled him from his daydream, quickly made him realize how weird he must of looked staring at you, day dreaming about finally asking you out. “Wh-What? Of course I was listening, I was just..I-I spaced out for a few seconds, repeat yourself please?” A weak exuse, but it was better than admitting he was thinking about how it would feel to kiss those soft lips, or how it would feel to hold onto your waist as you kissed..or how it would feel to listen to your voice guide him to go further than a kiss

Loser!Mark who turned into a bit of a stalker when he got his powers..not in a weird way! He would just fly around to make sure you got to work okay. And then also to make sure you got home just fine.

…It only got a bit perverted when it wasn’t for your safety. He did start to look through your window from his-But it was nothing bad! You two are neighbors! You just happened to leave your curtains open while you were on the phone with whoever..while you were practicing prancing around your room in just your tank top and pajama shorts that barely covered up anything..

Loser!Mark who couldn’t help but touch himself as he watched you. It started with just palming himself through his pajama pants while you would walk back and forth in your room. Only really went further when you began to admire your pretty self and body in the mirror in your room. His hand stayed tightly clamped over his mouth, whining and panting into his left hand while he imagined the other was yours handling his needy cock. Imagining how your perfect voice would coo at him about being so good while you would move your hand up and down his needy length while he would whine and moan till he would eventually shoot those creamy white ropes all over your hand.

Loser!Mark who for now, has to settle for those fantasies while watching you in your room instead of asking you out..he swears he’ll do it one day