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[mirai-lunar]

Invincible Variants x Fem! Reader Pt.1

Includes: Sinister Mark, No Goggles Invincible, Goggles Invincible, Mohawk Invincible, Omni Invincible

(I love these names sm lol)

Word Count: ~3.5k

Part 2

Warnings: Dark Content, Violence, Yandere Behavior

Sinister Mark 

“Oh, you’re pretty tough.” 

He was terrifying.

You made the horrible mistake of attempting to trade blows with this variant clad in yellow and black. You were strong, but nowhere near his level. A single hit to your gut gave you visions of the afterlife. 

It took all your strength to stay conscious. 

You fell harshly to the ground, and within an instant he was on top of you.

You tried to fight him off, but his hands pinned your arms to your sides.

Blood trickled down your forehead as you breathed heavily, your eyes staring back into his black goggles.

“I’m going to kill you,” he said, almost too casually. “Scream if you want, it’ll be music to my ears.”

You couldn’t beat him, but you could endure. 

Your body relaxed, your eyes unwavering. He raised a brow.

“Not going to plead for your pathetic life?”

“There’s no point,” you said. Those words felt like daggers to your throat. “Either way I die.” 

His gaze flickered up to the cut on your head, noticing the wound was closing ever so slowly. A healing factor? 

He then looked back at you and lifted a hand, before harshly jabbing it into your side, just below your ribcage. His fingers opened your skin easily. You gritted your teeth at the newfound pain, him examining the bloody tips of his fingers and your newly opened wound.

Was he going to torture you? Why couldn’t he just rip your head off and be done?

Every fiber of your being wanted to scream out. But you couldn’t give him the satisfaction. 

He noticed that your body was already attempting to close the wound, and you shut your eyes to collect yourself. You didn’t know how long they were shut, but once you opened your eyes you were still under his gaze. A smile graced his features. 

He… waited for you to collect yourself? 

He then leaned in, and for the first time you were afraid of him. His tongue dragged against your forehead, licking off the blood there. His chest was dangerously close to yours, and you could feel the warmth emanating from his body.

Strange. You were certain he was a cold blooded monster. 

“I don’t recall ever seeing you in my world,” he said. You felt a hand on your neck and your blood went cold. The pressure was terrifying, but he wasn’t choking you. He tilted your head up. “...Then again, I lost track after killing so many.” 

His lips then locked with yours. As you tried to resist he squeezed your neck, causing you to gasp. He then shoved his tongue into your mouth, the metallic aftertaste of your blood leaving you queasy.

In the heat of the moment, you noticed that he now only had one of your arms pinned down.

You needed to stop this. 

A punch was hurled at him and he easily caught it, pulling away from your lips. A cold smile graced his features.

“Feisty~” His hand rested on your shoulder and you felt something crack. You immediately lost feeling in your arm, it plopping back down to the ground beside you. 

Oh God. Oh God.

Your head shifted to look at your arm. Thankfully, thankfully it was still attached. 

“Now should I do your other arm?” He mused. “Or will you be good for me?” 

No Goggles Invincible

“This is so much fun!!” 

This variant was wild. You didn’t even know you had even encountered him. All you saw was a destructive blur.

Tremors caused you to lose your footing and you fell flat on your face, colliding onto a nearby rock. As you pulled yourself up, you heard a distant cheerful voice and noticed something, no, someone approaching fast.

You threw your hands out in front of you, fear now overtaking your splitting headache. Your last line of defense were your words.

“Stop!!!” 

That seemed to have worked because whatever was approaching suddenly halted, you feeling a strong rush of wind in the process. The force was enough to knock you over yet again, but this time someone had caught your hand, preventing your fall.

“Stop? Why?” A voice asked. 

It took some time for your vision to clear, but once it did you came face to face with a person clad in blue and yellow. He was smiling at you, and a look of curiosity was in his eyes.

“Invincible…?” You asked. But he was missing his goggles. “Is that you?”

“Yep! That’s me!” He happily said. You had a terrible headache, but was glad a hero was here to help. 

“I think someone’s attacking this place,” you told him. Since he was still holding your hand, you squeezed his. Concern was in your voice as you spoke to him. “Stay safe out there okay? I’d hate to see you get hurt.”

His smile widened.

“Aww! My heart! Don’t worry about me, cutie! I’m-”

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You laughed, enjoying his enthusiasm. 

“I’m well aware,” you said. He was now beaming. He let go of your hand and floated around you in circles, a smile never leaving his face.

As you wiped the small trickle of blood from your nose, he then stopped behind you, before speaking. 

“But I’m actually not the Invincible you know,” he said. You froze at his words, confusion setting in.

“You’re…not?” 

“Nope! Do you see all this destruction across the city? That was all me! And oh, it was so much fun!!”

Your heart dropped at the newfound knowledge.

“You did this…” you whispered. 

“That’s right!” 

He hoisted you into the air and spun you around, vertigo now added onto your headache. He continued to speak.

“And it was awesome! The screams, the destruction, Oh ho! I enjoyed every second of it!”

…How could someone be so sadistic? Why was he telling you this?

Only one morbid reason came to mind.

“Oh God,” you said. “You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?” 

“I mean, I definitely considered it!” He admitted. The fear on your face made his smile widen in response. “...But, you’re so sweet. I’d much rather not.”

He then pressed a kiss against your cheek and you froze, hearing the “Mwah!” sound from him as he pulled away.

“I’ll just make you my girlfriend instead, okay? How’s that sound?”

Sounded like a nightmare. You were panicking now.

“What’s your name?” He asked you.

“Let me go!” You exclaimed. He laughed.

“That’s a weird name-”

“No! I said let me go!!”

“Oh, okay! You’re the boss!”

He then dropped you, the sudden fall causing you to scream. You had completely forgotten you were hundreds of feet in the air. He watched your descent in good humor, before frowning. 

“Why isn’t she flying?” He asked. It immediately dawned on him. “Oh shit, she can’t fly.”

He then flew down and caught you, laughing at your terrified expression. You were mere moments away from death. 

“Why’d you tell me to let go when you don’t have powers?” He asked, still laughing at you. “I thought you did! You’re hilarious~” 

You were at a loss for words. As you tried to calm yourself, he smooched your face, only adding to your fear.

“Don’t worry!” He assured you. “I’ll be sure to hold onto you much tighter from now on!”

Goggles Invincible

“Let. Me. Go.”

This variant was condescending. Mostly towards others, but occasionally towards you. He had grabbed you in the midst of the turmoil and taken you into the sky. He now just casually floated in the air, with you in his arms.

“Now why would I do that?” He asked you. “I worked so hard to find you. It would be nice if you reciprocated my feelings.”

Buildings burned in the background, and it was all his doing. You couldn’t even push him away, his grip was too strong. 

“You can’t expect me to love you. I don’t even know you,” you said.

“But I know you, Y/n.” He brushed through your hair, removing some stray rubble. “And I know that you’ll love me. Eventually.”

You were sure you never met him before, but somehow he knew you by name?

He then abruptly turned, holding you closer as a stray bullet hit his back. He looked down, and you craned your neck, seeing a few police officers in the distance, guns outstretched.

“Surrender! Now!!” 

He sighed, before returning to the ground, setting you down gently. You barely blinked and he had already closed the gap, violently slicing through every person that opposed him. 

You watched in horror as he held one last person by their throat, lifting them off the ground. Blood seeped from that officer’s mouth as they gasped for air.

“You almost shot my girlfriend,” he told the officer. His voice was calm, but his tone was terrifying. “Maybe I should sever your spine for that.” 

He squeezed their throat harder.

“Or just rip you in two-”

“Don’t!!” 

He paused, turning to you, the officer still in his vice grip.

“Please,” you pleaded. “Don’t hurt them.”

You looked at him with so much desperation in your eyes. He smiled, thoroughly enjoying your expression.

“You don’t want me to hurt them, sweetheart? Well, unfortunately I already have-”

“Anymore.” You quickly corrected yourself. “Don’t hurt them anymore. Please…”

The silence that followed was deafening. You could hear your heart violently beating in your chest, awaiting his response. 

He then turned his attention back to the officer.

“Consider yourself lucky.” 

He released the officer from his hold, much to your surprise (and relief). The now freed officer collapsed to the ground and gasped for air.

You had saved that officer, but unfortunately not the others. It was a horrifying realization. 

“Shh, it’s okay…”

As he hovered towards you, you instinctively took a step back, before his hands reached out to grab you. He held you in place, leaning in so only you could hear. 

“I did that for you, Y/n. Can’t you see how much I love you? …And I think I deserve a reward, don’t you?”

Your startled look was adorable to him. He leaned in, pushing his lips against yours. 

He was gentle. And you had to reciprocate, or he’d kill that last officer, you just knew he would.

So you swallowed your fear and pushed your lips against his. He smiled into the kiss before capturing your lips again, holding you as close as humanly possible this time.

Once you both pulled apart you were breathless, and a knowing smile was on his face.

“See? I told you you’ll love me.”

Mohawk Invincible

This variant was maniacal. The second the prison was attacked you cursed under your breath, gathering your files in hand before making your way down the now crumbling hallways. 

You were the head nurse of the psychiatric ward in this prison, and to say you were desensitized to all situations was an understatement.

“I quit,” you grumbled, hearing the sounds of what seemed to be mass destruction outside. “Once I file these reports, I’m getting a new job-”

You stopped when someone slammed through the roof of the prison right in front of you and into the hallway, landing harshly in a pile of cinder blocks.

That person then quickly pulled himself up, wiping the blood from his nose.

“Fuck,” he spat. He was wearing black and blue, and had a mohawk.

Judging by how he looked more pissed than hurt, you decided your best course of action was to remain silent. 

He then crouched low, you assuming he was going to take off, but he paused midway when he saw something in his peripheral vision.

You stood there, clad in high heels, a ruffled blouse, and a pencil skirt. Notes were in one hand, and your other hand was on your hip. Although you were frowning, his eyes lit up, his attention now solely on you.

“Hey baby~” Those words rolled off his tongue too smoothly. “How’d you end up in a hellhole like this? I’d be breaking in just to see you.”

“I’m assuming you’re the cause of all this chaos?” You asked him. He made his way over to you, a smile on his face. 

“Yea, you’d be right.” 

Just your luck to meet the person behind all this. Fire was slowly beginning to spread, and your way out was now obscured by smoke. 

“You know…” he said. “I thought this world sucked, but you just might change my mind.”

He seemed completely unfazed by the now raging fire farther down the corridor. You on the other hand had internally panicked, your way out now engulfed in flames.

“Can’t change anything if I’m dead. I don’t suppose you’ll get me out of here?” You asked him. He laughed.

“I mean I could get you out, but I’d want something in return.”

“I see. I’m on my own then,” you said.

You then spun around and raced off, heading back the way you came. Much to your surprise, a few seconds later, he flew right beside you, continuing the conversation.

“You’re going to fucking die at this pace,” he casually said, his tone somewhat amused. Although annoying, he was right. Your high heels were slowing you down significantly. So you pulled them off and ditched them. “Aw, that was my third favorite thing about you.”

Third? "What’s the first thing?” 

“Your ass."

Classic.

You stopped when faced with a wall of fire, your new route now also engulfed in flames. 

You were trapped. 

Sweat dripped down your face as you took a cautious step away from the fire, your back bumping right into his chest. His arms then wrapped around your waist, keeping you still as he leaned in over your shoulder.

“So, are you gonna die here? Or do you want my help?” He taunted you. You were already feeling lightheaded, it wouldn’t be long now. 

You kept quiet for a bit, your body becoming heavy. 

“...Guess I’ll…” you choked out. “Just die…”

Your legs then gave out, and everything went black.

~

As you regained consciousness, you noticed two things. The first was that you were laying on your back, a ways away from the prison. The second was that someone had pulled their lips away from your lips, their body on top of yours.

“Oh shit, that actually worked-” 

“Get! OFF ME!”

You pushed as hard as you could, the person pulling back a bit. It was him. You coughed as you spoke.

“The hell’s wrong with you?! Kissing me while I was unconscious!?”

“I was RESUSCITATING you!” he yelled. “What the hell is wrong with you? You’d rather die than ask for help?!”

“I don’t want your help!”

You tried to move away from him, but his arms locked you in place.

“Oh no you don’t! I saved you, so you owe me.”

“I didn’t want-”

His lips were on yours again, and since you couldn’t push him away, you bit his bottom lip as hard as you could. 

Sadly for you, it seemed to have no effect. 

He laughed into the kiss, before pain then seared through your lip.

“AH! What the hell?!” You exclaimed, blood now dripping from your top lip. He rolled his eyes.

“You started it.”

Omni Invincible

“...”

This variant was calm.

Of all the people he could encounter, of the billions of people on Earth, he had to spot your variant.

He knew you quite personally in his world, so seeing a different version of you here was jarring to say the least. 

He didn’t believe in fate, but this… the probability of seeing you here, at this exact moment? That alone made him question himself.

So he remained silent, and just watched you from the sky.

Amidst the chaos, your car had refused to start. You turned the key as many times as you could, the engine whirring for a few seconds, before coming to a complete halt. 

“Well, there goes my escape plan,” you sighed. 

You then exited the car, shutting the door behind you. People were screaming and running past you, trying to get as far away from the destruction as possible.

“Guess that’s my next course of action,” you mused. You locked your doors, and paused, staring at your reflection in the car window. 

He frowned.��

You should really be focused on getting away from the turmoil, but you were taking time to sort out your thoughts instead? 

You never really had survival instincts. 

“If I die here, then so be it,” you murmured.

You then ran, moving away from the middle of the street, opting to stick more to the sidelines. You had gotten a ways away from the destruction until you heard explosions, noticing a building in the distance was crumbling. Your head whipped to the left, thankful you weren’t in that area. 

In your rush, you failed to notice that you were heading towards a large sinkhole where the ground had crumbled. 

He furrowed his brows, arms crossed.

He shouldn’t interfere. 

You got dangerously close to the edge, more focused on the destruction behind you and not the impending doom directly in front of you.

He shouldn’t interfere.

You then fell over the edge. A gasp of surprise escaped your lips, quickly followed by an ear-piercing scream. 

He was forced to act. 

Your screaming stopped when you realized you were no longer falling. Relief washed over you in waves, before confusion followed, your eyes looking up to meet your savior. He was clad in red and white. You recognized that outfit.

Omni Man? 

Wait no, it wasn’t him… who is this? 

“Hey.” Was all he said, his expression neutral as he looked down at you. You could see your reflection in his goggles. “You should be more careful.”

You didn’t care who it was. He saved you, and that’s all that mattered. 

Tears spilled from your eyes as you thanked him profusely, causing him to frown.

“I thought I was ready to die,” you said in between tears. “But I’m terrified of meeting my end.”

Those words…

It was the exact words his version of you said before she died. 

It was… unpleasant to hear them again. 

He didn’t say anything, and you noticed that you were both ascending. Now out of the large sinkhole, you were greeted with the gentle breeze from the world above. You assumed he was going to set you down here, but instead he veered to the right, leading you far away from the destruction. 

The once large city was now a speck in your peripheral vision.

He landed in an open field of flowers, before setting you down. 

“I need to go back,” he told you. As he turned away from you, you nodded in agreement.

“I understand. You have to help more people, right? And stop the bad guys!”

“. . .”

“Just be safe out there, okay?” you said. 

While he was faced away from you, you noticed how darkly stained his cape was towards the bottom. 

What was that?

Before you could examine any further, he had turned to face you, a small smile on his face. He offered a hand, and you happily accepted, intertwining your hands with his. 

When certain words left his lips, you were taken aback.

“You… want to kiss me?” you whispered, disbelief in your voice. A nod from him confirmed you heard him correctly. “O…o-kay.”

He then leaned in, his lips pressing gently against yours. You returned the gesture, the two of you sharing a kiss. He was so sweet, so gentle. That set your heart ablaze.

You didn’t know who he was, but you knew you loved him. 

As he pulled away you quickly leaned again for a quick peck, kissing his cheek. 

“Thanks for that, you should go now. People need you,” you said. Your eyes held so much adoration for him. He then ascended into the air, pausing to say something else.

“I’ll check in on you later, Y/n.”

And with that, he was gone.

Your heart was still pounding from the kiss. But as you calmed, you furrowed your brows, letting your thoughts sink in.

“...How did he know my name?”

~

I love the invincible variants so much! Also this is my first ever post! Feedback is very much appreciated ♡

[tokoyamisstuff]

Hey! I just found your blog and I’m now obsessed with the variant marks! If it’s alright to ask, do you have any HC for them??

Invincible Variants x gn! Reader

Warnings: pretty marysue, toxic relationship, angst, mentions of canon-typical violence and death

A/N: heya, love! so glad I infected you with the hype ehehe. since you didn't specify what kind of hc's you wanted I just threw in whatever came to mind. 💌

Omnivincible idolizes his father to an unhealthy degree, but ultimatively if he ever had to decide beween him and you he'd choose the latter.

It was easy for him to get rid of all his friends and allies, hell, even his own mother...but he spared you, unable to imagine a life without you by his side.

He keeps the true nature of your relationship a secret, having convinced the empire that you're merely a slave for his personal entertainment, but he does consider you his legitimate mate. Be ready to get called his 'pet' a lot, but he'd rather have you like this than not at all.

While mostly in denial about all of the obstacles and dangers to this secret affair, he's relentlessly searching for a way to artificially extend your lifespan.

Movincihawk is one of those people who are somehow stupid and smart at the same time. I bet his father never actually made him see a school from the inside, thinking their inferior human knowledge is beneath them. So while he's a capable fighter and strategist, you somehow have to explain the most trivial concepts to this man - and he's absolutely delighted every time, even though he's too distracted by your beauty to actually listen.

This one is all bark and no bite honestly. He's a bully and loves harmlessly pranking you but if anyone disrespects you in any way they're suffering dire consequences.

Behind closed doors he'd do anything for scraps of your approval really. Out of that very same reason he loves to brag and show off, as well as indulge you in any way he can think of.

Frankly he doesn't give a shit about what anyone thinks about his feelings towards you. Not that anyone would dare speaking up anyways.

I feel like Sinister is a born sociopath, and his universe probably is a tad bit more evil in general. Like there was no major event or anything that led to him being this way, this is just his default.

On the inside he is a deeply insecure person and tries to mask it through his god-complex. Rarely and only subtly he lets his guard down around you, just to become ten times worse afterwards, to compensate having shown weakness.

His fixation on you began when you dared standing up to him, unafraid despite being like a bug he could crush under his boot any given time. This fascination made him keep you alive long enough to develop romantic feelings for you, however he is still in denial about them.

Emotions in general are a foreign concept to him, so he keeps telling himself you're just a fleeting pastime. Even you are not safe from his sadistic tendencies, especially since he revels in trying to scare you away and knowing you'll always come back to him eventually.

The immense arrogance of Target/Striped Mark stems from him being raised 'for greatness' from the very beginning. He spent his entire childhood secluded from any civilization, alienating him from earth's inhabitants.

Back during his teenage years, after his powers awakened, he gave in to his curiosity and explored the planet and their people incognito, meeting you by sheer coincidence. Although his upbringing had indoctrinated him to believe you to be a lowlife, he felt drawn to you again and again.

When you found out about his true nature, he didn't leave you any choice and instead abducted you directly. He is a very strict man and has high expectations not only in himself and his subjects, but especially in you. And even though he has a soft spot for you, you better not disappoint him.

Fun fact: Him shouting so much does in fact not stem from his obvious anger issues, but rather a training injury that left his hearing permanently impaired.

No Goggles Invincible was probably raised the most merciless, being tormented both emotionally and physically from a very early age. This caused his mind to break at some point, which is the reason he's acting even more unhinged than the others.

In his dimension Debbie sided with her husband, and Mark greatly blamed her for not having protected him from Omni-man's abuse, ending up in him ultimatively killing both of his parents. So it's no wonder he has major trust issues, trying to control you through fear. Prepare for mood swings, regular break downs of his and random loyalty tests.

Due to his hardly contained sadistic site, he has a hard time restraining himself from harming you. On the other hand he also greatly enjoys you inflicting pain on him in any way possible. Sadly this is the only form of closeness he's used to, and being treated tenderly is actually frightening to him.

Once he almost killed you in a violent fit of rage and this mistake haunts him to this day. Ever since he's terrified of touching you.

Viltrumite Invincible got abducted by Nolan shortly after birth and was raised among his people, only returning decades later to finish what his father started.

And just like the main timeline Nolan, he folded like a lawnchair after crossing paths with you. It was love at first sight really, and being subjected to true affection that was frowned upon in his culture was just the nail that sealed the coffin of the empire.

Several times he had tried to regain his focus, coming with the intent to kill you for distracting him from his goal, and yet much to his frustration he could never bring himself to do so. The last time he tried he ended up asking for your hand in marriage.

Unlike his father however he confessed the truth to you way earlier, claiming that meeting you made him reevalue everything he was ever taught.

Prisoner Invincible got his scars as a punishment for rebeling against the Viltrum empire and trying to take over their reign. Actually they intended to rehabilitate him out of sheer desperation for their population was dwindling, but he couldn't care less.

Unlike the other variants who joined their father since it's the path of least resistance, he refused to after being told you wouldn't be allowed to be together. He is as much of a dangerous and ruthless individual as his counterparts, but he always remained loyal to you. It was the two of you against the rest of the universe, quite literally.

Even after finally being reunited with you his disfigurement never really bothered him, since the bond you two shared exceeded anything else.

The most similar to the original Mark would be Unmasked Mark, at least in the beginning. Yet he soon realized that any resistance to the power of Viltrum was useless, so he just gave in to his fate and worked for a cause he deeply despised.

Even after his betrayal and you ending up joining the resistance you'll find yourself entangled with each other every time you'd clash. Until the very end you believed that he'd have a change of heart, never stopping to treat him with kindness despite being on different sites of the battle.

Over time he became so immeasurably hopeless and full of self-loathing that he killed you as an act of mercy, in order to spare you a gruesome death during their explotation of the planet.

He still listens to your old voicemails, it's the only way he can find some sleep.

Fully Masked Invincible is the most sensitive of the lot but far from innocent either. He took the risk and tried to stop Viltrum from the inside, but their influence slowly but steadily corrupted him from the inside. And the less human he felt, the more he feared he wasn't worthy of your love anymore.

Viltrum considered his sentiments for you a flaw, and even though he ended the relationship to keep you out of harm's way, they got rid of you so you couldn't intervene with their soldier any further. He blamed himself for not having been there to defend you, haunted by nightmares of how he held your limp body as life left your eyes.

He was never able to fill the void in his heart, and with nothing else to live for he continued to work for the empire, growing callous to all of the carnage around him as everything seemed pointless without you.

Shall he succeed to get another version of you back with him, he's awfully overprotective, the mere thought of losing you again making him paranoid. Expect anything from constant surveilance over being imprisoned and even people close to you getting murdered 'for your own good'.

[garyholt]

This is ship art u just don't get it

[justagirlswrld]

I’m with the band

a/n: idk i might rewrite in a more flushed out way, my brain refused to work in any style other than this. feed back always welcomed!

summery: it’s ‘75 and you wanna know if mark can fuck as good as he drums.

warnings: (au, no powers, 70s) mdni. porn w plot, drug use, p in v, exhibitionism

thinking about mohawk mark.

It’s 1975 and he’s a drummer in a successfulish band called the killing. they’ve finally got a deal and made an album good enough to go on a fully funded tour. mark is flabbergasted, he never thought they’d make it out his moms basement, let alone a regional tour (he does so much coke after the announcement).

you’d found out about the band a year prior, only because you’d tuned into the local radio station at the right time. they were doing their underground segment, which you usually turn the dial on, but the song playing from the radio had you tapping your feet and singing the parts of the song you could hold onto. the music they’d showcased was stuck in your head for months, you were first in line to buy their album, learning the 12 songs in less than a week.

when said radio station announced a tour you’d never thought would happen, you couldn’t help but to call your friends on your landline, fingers wrapped in the curly cord as you waited for them to answer the phone. “we have to go!” you’d basically shouted, “the first show is only a hour away.” you’re barely able to contain your excitement as you shifted around in your fluffy socks.

you and your friends say ‘fuck it’ and decide to follow them across the states since it’s their first tour and all, the three of you kind of becoming the groups unofficial groupies.

The band’s lead singer notices you and your friends in the front of the crowd at the third date. he was singing one of their slower songs with his eyes on you, making subtle gestures but you’re none the wiser. you would’ve never noticed without a nudge from your friend who points it out. you point your manicured finger at yourself just to be sure he was talking to you, faces lighting up when he nods enthusiastically.

the band’s security scoops you and your friends up and drops you back stage when the shows over. the three of you wait for a while before david, the lead singer, is sauntering over, stage lights turning his blonde hair blue and red. he pulls from the joint in the crook of his mouth before passing it to you and your friends, he’s high as a kite but swears he remembers your faces. naturally, you tell him that your group has been following the band, his ego inflates and he throws a arm around your bare shoulders as he invites you and your friend back to the hotel.

There’s a pit in your stomach as you walk with him down the palm tree lined strip. you bite your lip as you listen to the excited chatter from your friends, eyes taking in the unfamiliar scenery instead of looking to the boy on your right. it’s not that you didn’t want to go, just that you’d hoped it would be someone else’s bicep curling around your neck.

like most girls you’d had a thing for the golden haired singer at one point. but after witnessing the greatness that was their first show on the tour, you couldn’t stop thinking about the drummer.

you’d stood in the front row, singing the songs that came from you naturally with your eyes glued to him. you’d watched his muscles strain as he beat on his instrument. you couldn’t help but swoon when a wild smile overtook his face, the way his tongue darted out to lick his sharp white, canines had you gripping the unsteady gate in front of you a tad bit.

guys with lip piercings and mohawks had never been your thing but you felt like dipping your toe in untested waters. the closest you’d gotten to him so far was when he’d stage dived into the crowd at the end of the set, it felt like sparks danced on your finger tips when you’d brushed his uncovered skin.

when you’d arrived at the large hotel, it was quiet save for the clicking of your boots on the tile floor. david gives you a ‘one moment’ type of motion before going over to the front desk, giving the receptionist the name harry houdini. she eyes him but doesn’t comment as he relights the roach between his fingers and ashes in a potted plant on the desk. he’d come back to you with three keys spread like playing cards, “incase you need them.” you felt like charlie bucket when he’d found the golden ticket as you and your friends plucked them out his hands.

you’d made an excuse about going to the girls room, telling him that you’ll meet him upstairs. you watched as he walked to the elevator, a slight spring in his step. You grab your friends hands, pulling them with you to the lobby bathroom. “i want the drummer.” you’d told the girls who started preening themselves as soon as they were over the threshold.

“ew,” elise stopped fixing her eyeliner for a moment to scrunch her button nose up at you in disgust, “never pegged you for a rooster fucker.” you scowl at her then your other friend when she could no longer hide her giggle. “more david for me” kim says as she swings her feet from where she sits on the granite sink counter.

the ride to the room is quiet, you rub your arm nervously as you watch the numbers on the elevator glow as you move from floor to floor. it finally lands on ten and kim’s barreling out of the elevator to get a view of the city from the bay window. you and elise look at each other after taking in how nice the hotel was, “good label.” you say and the other girls nod in agreement.

you don’t have to look at the key to know which room they were in. you follow the sound of loud rock music coming through the tan walls. you knock once and the door swings open, a cloud of smoke parts to reveal a tall, brunette who you recognized as the bass player.

“we didn’t order any hookers.” he says as he begins shutting the door. you and your friends scoff before david runs over, a stern hand on his friends shoulder, “reg, that’s no way to talk to our beautiful fans.” he ushers the three of you into the smoked out room.

it’s like someone hit a mute button when your eyes land on the drummer. he’s sitting up from doing a line of coke on the glass coffee table, wiping the residue from his nose with a joint tucked safely behind his pierced ear. he spreads his lean arms across the back of the sofa he’s sitting on, when he notices you staring his pink lips form a sly smile before you smile back at him.

you leave the girls to the rest of the band members, maneuvering past david’s hands and taking it upon yourself to sit across from mark on the ottoman. he looks at you unabashedly, licking his plump lips when his brown eyes return to yours. you can’t help but notice the way the smudged eyeliner shadowing his eyes made them pop.

you smile then spit out the first thing you can think of, “hi, i’m y/n.” you mentally kick yourself before he says “hi, i’m mark.” you giggle, “i know who you are.” he tries not to let it show but you can tell he’s kind of surprised you know his name, “i read the article you guys did with rolling stone.” he nods his head lightly, the faintest blush tints his ears.

you and make go quiet for a moment, the sound of the loud music coming from the speaker and of your friends mingling taking place of conversation. your brain pushes out the next thing you can think of, “i love state of war, it’s my favorite song.” this causes mark to quirk an eyebrow at you, “huh” he scratches the stubble gracing his chiseled jaw, “usually girls say they love angel in the backseat. the fuck made you choose that depressing shit?”

you laugh and go on a tangent about hearing it on the radio station, how you loved the guitar riff on the hook and the drums on the end. surprisingly mark hangs on to every word,he’s bent over with his elbows resting on his knees when you finish.

“wow. so, you’re a real fan, i thought you were only here so you could say you fucked a famous person.” you roll your eyes and pick at the fraying hem of your skirt, you look at him from under thick lashes when you respond, “i do want to say i fucked you but i wouldn’t have traveled from a different state if i thought the music was shitty.” mark throws his head back and laughs like a hyena, “sweeeet. let’s eat and smoke this joint first.” he pulls you into his jean covered lap before grabbing a menu off the table.

one joint and a carton of orange chicken later, both you and mark’s friend’s are long gone, he has you laid back on the soft,couch cushions with your skirt…somewhere. your soaked, lace panties on full view for his glazed, umber eyes. he chews on his lip ring as a “fuck” leaves his lips.

internally you were smug at the slight groan in his voice but that was replaced with the sight of his nimble fingers finding their way to the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your breasts, his calloused hands ghosting the soft skin of your stomach.

you shiver slightly from the contact and he laughs weakly, “you’re sensitive.” it’s more of a observation than a question and you watch as his fingers dance their way down to the waist band of your panties, just as their about to break the surface, they change paths traveling up your stomach instead.

“you’re a tease.” your words are breathless as mark pulls off his tattered wife beater, he bends down, tongue skimming over your ear on its path to wet his lips, “you know it, baby.” it’s soft but you can hear the laugh in his voice. mark sticks his tongue in your ear, wriggling the appendage around as you push at his chest. you grab mark’s jaw, kissing him hard on his wet lips.

it only distracts him for a moment before he’s back to making out with your ear then sucking on your lobe. you start to call him gross but the words die in your throat, turning into a low moan when his fingers move to your pert nipples, moving his head down to sloppily kiss the expanse of your neck.

he leaves a trail of spit as he kisses from your neck to your collarbone. your hands hold onto the olive skin of mark’s back as he licks and sucks your other nipple, an occasional nip causing you to groan his name in protest despite the way it made your toes curl.

when mark had grown tired of rolling your nipple around in his fingers he’d switched to playing with the wet gusset of your panties, fingers brushing your throbbing heat ever so often. he lets go of your nipple with a pop, attention shifting from you to where his fingers were tangled in the black fabric. he smiles as he moves it to the side, his other hand coming to brush the rectangular shaped pubic hair, “landing strip. hot.”

you moan when his fingers make contact with you, he pulls your slicked lips back to thumb your clit and you bite your lips to suppress a moan. “uh,uh, i wanna hear what sounds you make when i fuck your with my fingers.” a moan slips out at his words, growing in pitch when he sinks two fingers in your heat. you two stay that way for a moment, mark pushing his fingers in and out of your throbbing sex, his breath growing heavy at the music you and your cunt makes.

you watch as mark slips in a third finger, eyeing him warily, “relax, you need it.” he tells you as he works his fingers back into you. you hadn’t got a good look at what he was working with, but you listen anyway, and let him stretch you with his fingers as you fall apart on the couch.

mark crawls from over you and over to the coffee table as you piece yourself back together, snorting the crystals left, he sniffs before turning to you, “i need your pussy in my mouth.” you don’t have time to comment on the line he took before he’s tearing the lace from your body with a loud rip.

“hey!” he muffles your protests with a sloppy kiss to your lips, “we’ll buy more tomorrow.” he promises when he pulls himself away from you. you watch as mark hungrily sucks on the slick left on his fingers and warmth pools in your stomach.

you don’t know if you're more excited about the shopping or the promise of you being together tomorrow but the thoughts go to the back of your brain when he pulls you to the edge of the couch. Mark spreads your legs before throwing them over his lean shoulders, murmuring to himself as he drops to eye level with your heat.

you’re unprepared when he buries his head between your thighs, letting out a sharp moan as they squeeze marks head. you grab his inky, strands with a gasp, your other hand going to rub at the stubble on his scalp. the sight in front of you is so sinful, you swear you almost cum off it alone. marks tongue is buried in your throbbing sex, his wide brown eyes never leaving your face as he blinks up at you through dark lashes.

your release finds you sooner than you’d hoped and you’re louder than usual as you quake around his head, the small kisses he leaves on the inner skin of your thigh doing nothing to help.

“you taste good enough to write a song about.” mark says as he stands, not bothering to wipe your shining arousal from his face. he pulls his ripped jeans off, tripping over one of the legs. you start to laugh, but it’s wiped from your face when you notice the size of the bulge trying to break free from his boxers. he was definitely right about three fingers.

mark returns to his place on the floor, palming himself the whole way down. he pushes your legs back as far as they let him, one large hand on your thigh to steady himself. he lets his cock spring free with a quick pull of his boxers once he’s comfortable between your legs. it’s heavy as it rests on your mound and your mouth waters at the sight. how could someone be so gifted?

mark grabs himself by his thick base and begins rubbing his pink tip on your swollen clit, smearing the precum that stained his now discarded boxers. he switches from making a mess to spreading you open with his thumb and slightly pushing into you before pulling out. even though you call his name in complaint (not that he cares), you can’t help the light moans that leave you at the sensation.

“i’m gonna fuck you so good, baby.” mark says breathlessly, you both watch as he slowly pushes into your awaiting cunt. despite mark’s efforts the stretch is accompanied by a tantalizing burn, it takes a few tries before he’s fully sheathed and your head is thrown back in pleasure once his pelvis meets yours. “fuck, you’re so warm-” he pulls out slowly before pushing back in, the soft black hair surrounding his cock tickling you slightly, “and wet.”

he pumps into you a few times, he’s got a slight rhythm before he coming to a halt. “you ok?” you croak out, taking in the contemplation on his handsome face. “i changed my mind. i don’t wanna fuck you here.” you don’t have time to question him before he’s pulling you up and leading you to the balcony.

“mark- what?” your question is answered when he maneuvers you to the balcony doors, his rough hands holding your arms to your body as he drags you infront of him, the mess on his cock rubbing against your supple backside. mark pulls you closer as he opens the doors, the salty wind pulling a shiver from you, it did nothing to help the fire mark brought to your body.

it was going on 11 pm so too many people weren’t walking the strip, but you could still look down and see enough to make you protest. your head turns to look at the balconies besides you, “and what if someone comes out their room- or looks up and see us. are you even listening to me?” you already knew the answer was no, mark was preoccupied with rolling your hard nipples in his fingers.

“relaaax”, the warmth of his breath against your cheek sends a shiver through your body and you instinctively grip on the cool, metal rails pressed against your chest. “no one’s going to come out, and if they do, so what? you don’t want them to see me fucking my prettiest fan?” your cheeks go rosy and you take your lip between your teeth, this doesn’t go unnoticed by mark.

your brain short circuits as he slips his fingers between your puffy lips, “oh, you like that?” you don’t have to see him to know he’s smirking. mark dips his fingers in your heat to collect the slick there before pulling them out to rub your clit, “let them watch while i make your pretty pussy cum around my cock.” you moan despite the circumstances.

mark’s free hand goes to the small of your back to push you into a arch, you hear his breath catch as he palms your soft ass cheeks “fuck- you look so pretty like this.” you both moan as he pushes into you, your toes curling at the slight stretch. mark pulls his hips back some and strokes into you, you drop your head onto the railing, the position made it easy for his thick cock to hit all the right spots.

“you’re squeezing me so tight.” marks hands find their way to the fat of your hips, holding onto them tight as he rolls his hips into you. you’re a moaning mess when his hand creeps its way up your back to wrap around the front of your throat, he squeezes lightly, just to test the waters and you moan in response. he groans and his grip tightens again.

mark slows and pulls out some, his free hand gripping your ass cheek as he steps a foot onto the balcony chair. when’s he’s comfortable he bullies his cock back into your throbbing cunt, your swollen lips form an ‘o’ and you swear you can feel him in your stomach. “fuck- i’m so deep.” he bends over to kiss you messily. you wonder if the neighbors can hear the squelch of your cunt too.

his hand moves from your ass and creeps back between your warm folds, fingers pressing on your clit hard as he rubs to the rhythm of his strong thrusts. “am i m-making you feel good?” you nod as best as you can with the hand around your throat but that doesn’t cut, he tangles his hand in your hair instead, pulling you back to stand with your back curved, lips brushing against your ear, “you know i want to hear you.”

you moan before you begin babbling about how good he was fucking you. he pounds into you with extra vigor and when he rolls your nub between his fingers your release hits you like a wave, your arm reaches back and you grab at the hair on his head with a moan. your cunt squeezes mark like a vice, you hear his breath hitch and feel his hips stutter before he’s losing himself right after you. mark’s hips softly fucking you through both your releases.

you two both groan at the feel of cock leaving your cunt, “you fucked me so good, baby.” he kisses you before disappearing through balcony doors. your face is twisted in a grimace as you follow him, the feel of both your sticky releases coating your inner thigh. you follow the sound of running water and find him in the room’s large bathroom, the shower water already running, the tall doors already foggy from the steam.

mark is peeing with a grin on his worn out face. “you can shower first or….we can go in together.” his eyes light up when you motion for him to follow as you slip into the shower. not too long after he joins he has you pressed up against the glass with a hand in your hair, any thought of bathing long gone.

“i think im gonna like having my biggest fan around.”

[bennybent]

[sightslck]

Im genuinely so upset my boy sportsvincible got no screentime and got killed offscreen. Ill maybe do another page with some other variants i like plus tech jackets new design slaps

[treatmeunkind]

sinister!mark

[fukia]

How could they? How could they have done this? Make this little shit so charming? I can’t take it. Lil punk bitch. Beautiful darling punk bitch.

[undead-clown]

Dumbest shit ive came up with but heres my addition to multi paul nation

[rawringxd]

sinister mart 💔

[tokoyamisstuff]

I need some Mohawk mark head cannons I’m desperate for anything please😞😞😞

Sure thing, I love this unhinged little gremlin! Wrote a whole Oneshot as a special treat for you. 💅

Payback

x f! Reader (gender gets mentioned exactly twice)

Synopsis: In his timeline, Mohawk killed you for rejecting him - and now he seeks you out to do it again.

Warnings: mentions of murder and violence, sexual innuendos, unhealthy dynamics, swearing, not proofread

"Y/N? Im hurt...please, I need you! Y/N...? Ah, shit."

Mohawk was kicking the air in frustration, a little pout decorating his face as he scanned the small apartment for any hint of your whereabouts. He had thought you were home, since the window on the top floor stood wide open. Almost too easy.

Bummer. He was really looking forwards to killing you again...

...after all, last time he wasn't able to enjoy himself. Not really. It all happened so fast, the only thing he remembers is that in his lovesickness, he wanted to make you experience exactly how your rejection made him feel.

Before he even knew it, his fist had buried itself through your ribcage, holding your still beating heart in his own hand. The only way he'd ever get to have it - what tragic symbolism.

Not that he'd ever admit, but that betrayed expression of yours before he could literally feel your heart stop haunts him until this day.

The countless photos you had plastered all over one of the walls piqued his interest. Can't hurt to learn more about the version of you from this world, he thinks.

A particular one he rips off, nothing extraordinary but it bugs him how many they are. Plain selfies with you in various years and situations, together with that pathetic loser - the Mark from your timeline.

Seems like you're rather close, unlike him and his Y/N. And that fucker doesn't even realize how lucky he is.

Mohawk grits his teeth, a familiar jealous anger seething in the pit of his stomach once again.

It should've been him!

You on the other hand are blissfully unaware of the intruder in your house, let alone the catastrophy unfolding on the whole globe right this moment.

It was the day after your nightshift and you had just crawled out of bed, no intention of listening to the news as they only kill the vibe anyways. And in the middle of nowhere that you called your hometown, no one bothered giving an alarm or even evacuating, as it's most likely not going to be attacked.

After a nice, steaming hot shower you stroll out of the bathroom, humming a whimsy melody as you mentally prepare your day off...

...until you notice the stranger right in the middle of your living room.

Your shriek actually caughts him off guard and this moron joins right in, but after the initial shock you merely tilt your head in confusion. "...Invincible?"

Damn. Shit. Fuckfuckfuckfuckingfuck!

Mohawks brain currently had a short circuit apparently, staring at your almost naked form like a deer that had just been caught in the headlights.

Your hair was still damp, a towel - that was way too small for this purpose - wrapped around your curves. Shit. Seems like no matter which universe, you're drop-dead gorgeous. He mentally praises Art for having a groin cup sewn into this suit - or else he would've involuntarily presented something to you he's usually not so shy about.

"The one and only." He manages to regain his cool, smugly leaning against a counter...

...however his mind soon went blank once again when you rushed towards him, wrapping your arms around his torso with your barely covered body pressed against his.

Mohawk freezes, arms itching to return the embrace yet instead he lets them fall limp to the side, hands soon balling into tight fists as you stubbornly refuse to let go.

How dare you.

He should snap your neck like a twig- no, better, break every bone in your body for this insolence...

...but instead, he caughts himself resting his chin atop of your head.

"I missed you, ya know?" he mumbles against your hair, feeling the taunting way his heart flutters in his chest. It's drum is so loud in his head, he's certain you can hear it too. Fuck.

What the hell was he doing? He came here to give you a long, agonizing death, for fuck's sake!

"Well, you are the superpowered alien" you tease, softly poking his chest. "Maybe come around more often?"

Your friend was visibly uncomfortable with the whole exchange, but you didn't seem to notice. Whenever he failed to answer, you filled the gaps of silence with your own babbling instead. It's been way too long and you're simply excited to see him again.

"Is that the new suit you were talking about?" you wonder, still holding onto the sides of his shoulders. Feeling a blush form on his cheeks he quietly glances away, feeling oddly embarrassed under your scrutiny.

"It suits you! But what about that hair?" One of your hands runs through his mohawk and he has to physically fight the urge to purr like some needy stray cat. "...you don't like it?"

You shrug, raising your hands in a placating manner. "No, I mean yes, I mean...it looks super cool and all..." That statement made his chest swell with pride, and he could almost feel his confidence returning. "Doesn't really suit an innocent guy like you though, am I wrong?"

Innocent. Ugh. His variant is so fucking boooring, but he couldn't let his true colors show just yet. This was getting way too amusing.

Only now you noticed the huge gash on his left arm where the fabric of his suit was torn, the blood running down your fingers. Hardly a scratch for a superior Viltrumite like he called himself one.

Again Mohawk felt his chest narrowing at such great display of care, the way you worriedly examined his wound despite knowing how tough his kind was. "This is nothing, it'll be healed by-"

"Na-a-ah!" You scolded him and he wanted to sass right back, but all word of protest died on his tongue. "Come, sit down on the sofa. I'll patch you up."

He complies without second thought, following you like a lost puppy.

The heart wants what it wants.

"You finished whatever mission you were on, right? Because I'm almost done cooking as well" you tell him while working on the bandage, and he has a hard time concentrating on anything else when you're so close, touching him so gently, and your eyes shine so bright. "Be my guest?"

His eyes dart bewteen you any the bandage for a brief while, examining your handiwork before sheepishly accepting your offer. "If you insist...got nothing better to do."

Oh.

When he thought there was nothing to lose by staying for a while, he totally forgot about your absolutely horrid cooking. He remembers it from his Y/N, she used to make it all the time.

In his empire he is provided with the most sublime meals, prepared by the best chef's of across the galaxy...and yet, this homely, nostalgic feeling your food provided is something no one could replicate.

"You still eat this crap?" He picks at the food, plain mac and cheese from the box, but you always claimed you 'improve the flavor' somehow.

"Your fault for not calling beforehand. If I knew I'd be having a guest, I'd have cooked something properly." You scold him playfully, gesturing with the fork to add to your statement. "I mean I'm single and practically live at work, why put in the effort?"

You're single.

That damned boyfriend of yours isn't with you in this universe.

Not that it'd have been any hindrance if he was, but this made things so much more easier.

Back at his dimension, he always wondered what you saw in this guy. He was a nobody that could never even dream compare to his greatness - and yet you chose him over Mohawk anyways.

"You're so broody again today." Concerningly enough, that's basically his standard state of being ever since he became a superhero - and knowing him it meant no good. "Do you want to talk about it, or would you like some distraction?"

His screams had been music in his ears, though...

Mohawk puts the plate down, shuffling a little too close for your liking towards the other end of the sofa. His gaze was stern, softening ever so slightly when you put your hand on the small of his back.

"Say, do you..." he swallows hard around the lump forming in his throat, taking both of your hands into his as he stared at you utterly forlorn. "Did you ever think we could've been more than just friends?"

Huh?!?

That question caught you so off guard, for a second you thought about punching yourself in the face to see if you were dreaming.

It's not like you haven't thought about it before, to be perfectly honest.

Mark Grayson is a fairly attractive guy - inside and out - and you two always clicked well. If it wasn't for the huge distance separating you and him, you might've certainly catched feelings.

Your grandma lived next door with his family, so you befriended each other as kids and played whenever you visited her during the holidays. But life happens and people grow up, so even though his powers would easily allow him to visit you more often, his priorities simply lie elsewhere.

You barely text these days, and see each other maybe once or twice a month at max. Adult life gets busy, that's just the way it works.

Not to mention the most important fact: He currently has a girlfriend.

There was a long pause of silence between his question and your answer, and the more time passed the more anxiety - and violent anger - emerged in his brain.

"Be honest" he pushes at your lack of an answer, insistingly squeezing your hands.

"What, trouble in paradise already?" You cut him off with a judging, almost irritated glare and for a moment he is taken aback. "You told me like a week ago how happy you are with Eve, that she's the love of your life, blah blah blah..."

Samantha Eve Wilkins.

Sure, he had been with her before in his world as well, always trying to make you jealous. Claiming that you were insignificant, while he was with a literal goddess...

...and still, whenever they kissed, whenever she laid beneath him, hell, even whenever they just were around each other, all he could think of was how much he yearned for her to be you instead.

It wasn't enough, never enough to make those feelings go away. In the end he killed her simply for the crime of not being able to replace you.

"Sorry, but I'm not a homewrecker." You want to turn away, angry and disappointed that you seemed to have mistaken him for a good guy, but Mark takes ahold of your chin, letting his thumb run over your bottom lip as he forces you to keep looking.

He'd get that attitude out of you pretty easily.

"Y/N..." The name rolls of his lips like a lovesong, and he drags it out for as long as the air in his lungs allowed him to. "There's no more Eve in my life. And I don't want her, or anyone else but you!"

A boyish smile tugs on his lips when he realizes that despite playing coy, you're receptive to his touch. He feels your breathing hitch when he came forwards, his nose brushing against yours as he waited for your reaction.

There. Gotcha.

The slightest twitch was enough of a sign for him to close the gap between your lips, mouth crashing over yours in all forms of desire. He was passionate, desparate even in the way his tongue delved into your mouth, needing you quite literally more than oxygen. His hands roam across your body, stroking and squeezing and crushing you agaisnt him, not knowing where to settle.

Mark's eyes stay wide open during the kiss, savouring every detail as if to commit it to memory. This, the real deal, is so much better than all those others he used to try and fill the void your absence has left in his soul.

His heart is practically clawing against his ribcage by now, subconscious screaming at him to never let anyone take you away from him again.

Not even yourself.

"Breaking news!" the volume of your TV that always ran in the background suddenly spiked up, and for the fraction of a second Mark's grip on you bordered on painful.

However it wasn't enough to keep you preoccupied, partially breaking the kiss to glance over to the screen...

...and what you saw made cold dread creep up your spine.

"Multiple superhumans all resembling Invincible are wreaking havoc in cities all around the world, overwhelming local and government forces. The police is advising everyone that if you come across one of those invididuals, do not approach them. They are dangerous and unpredictable. Remain hidden and report to local authori-"

It's him.

"They never get my good site" Mohawk's neck cracks as he moves his head from left to right, trying to relieve some stress of having been so rudely interrupted. He's not acknowledging your distress at all, instead looking straight ahead towards the footage of himself making the London Bridge collapse. "But hey, do you like what I've done to the place?"

You didn't even fully register what the news broadcaster had been explaining, and frankly it wouldn't be helpful either way - because at this moment, one of those villains destroying everything in their path was sitting right next to you.

"Please-"

"Relax, would you" he cuts you off both harshly and encouraging, draping an arm over your shoulder and letting out a content sigh. "If I wanted you dead, you'd already be. Okay, maybe that was the plan in the beginning" he chuckled gleeful, "but I changed my mind."

"Wha- how- who are you?" you whimmer only to be met with a smile so innocently, it bordered on pure madness.

"I'm Invicible, but..." he ponders, thoughtfully tapping his jaw. "...from an alternate universe, I guess? Never fully understood how this shit works."

You frown. "So what, you're just like some cheap, evil version of our Mark Grayson?"

"And- why are you at my house?" You have a distinct apprehension about his reasons.

"Oh, babydoll...so stubborn" he cockily corrects you, forcefully leading your hand to rest above his sternum. "I'm the upgrade."

"In my world we go way back, you know?" Mohawk holds your face with his free hand, pressing an absentminded kiss on your forehead. "The old story: Boy falls in love, girl breaks his heart, boy brutally murders girl..." he trails off, but the picture was clearly painted. "I came here to give you what you deserve."

"...and now?"

"Still do" he shrugs, a devilish glint in his eyes as he got an idea. "But I came to think that maybe you deserve something different..."

His words make you shiver, but he only laughs at your misery. "You're trembling. Cute. But I prefered you before. I like dominant women!"

When your eyes gloss in dread, Mohawk looked almost convincingly worried, hushing you while his lips erase the teardrops running down your cheeks. Delightful not only for him...

...because much to your horror, it was oddly comforting.

Out of a whim you get pulled onto his lap, unable to escape his suffocating proximity. You look at him with a mixture of fear and curiosity, which only spurs him to become bolder. He tugs on your towel so that it'd reveal what's beneath, shamelessly groaning at the sight.

"I wanted to hear you scream my name one last time..." he admitted, playfully wriggling his eyebrows. "But there's other ways to achieve that."

Mohawk leans in, the contrast of his hot breath against the chilling air rising goosebumps on your skin. You shiver, a strangled noise of approval vibrating in your throat when you feel his hands devote themselves to more sensitive parts of your body.

"Whaddaya say, sugar? I'll make it worth your while."

[ichority]

have these silly doodles for now

[clawzifer]

Movicihawk😏

[r3dr0pe]

Your honor, I love him is immediately sentenced to death

[lucywucy126]

this one’s for you @evadrew

[sightslck]

Hey mark