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oh btw, i’m 18+. need a new navigation pin so yeah ..
The Sky That Watches
The air was still over the city. No wind dared disturb the clouds that hung like bruises in the sky, and the streets below echoed with distant life. But to you, none of that mattered. Your apartment was too quiet. Again.
You sat on the edge of your bed, phone in your lap, staring at the latest message:
“You didn’t respond again. Are you safe? I'm worried about you :( you know you can tell me anything, right? -M”
The sixth message that week.
You hadn’t replied to the last five.
Your fingers hovered over the keyboard. Just tell him to stop, you thought. Tell him you’re not interested. That it’s over, if it ever even started. But you didn’t type anything. Not yet.
You couldn’t.
Because it wasn’t just Mark Grayson texting you.
It was Invincible.
You’d known Mark before the world did—before the blood, the headlines, the gods-fighting-in-the-sky kind of violence. You met at Upstate U. Sophomore year. You weren’t even in his orbit, not really. You had one class together—Comparative Literature. He sat near the window. Always late. Always charming.
You remembered the first time he asked if you wanted to grab coffee.
You hadn’t known he could fly back then.
Now, it felt like he was always watching.
You stood and crossed the room to shut the blinds, heart beating just a little faster. You didn’t want to admit it out loud, but it didn’t matter if the blinds were open or closed. If he wanted to see you—he would.
Your roommate, Kay, used to laugh off your worries. “Girl, if Invincible had a crush on me, I’d be out there flexing on rooftops. Just tell him to chill.”
That was before Kay vanished.
A week ago.
No calls. No texts. No goodbye. Just…gone.
And the same day Kay disappeared, Mark showed up.
It had been late. Past midnight. You’d been in the kitchen pouring tea when the knock came.
Not the door. The window.
You turned, and there he was—hovering outside your fourth-floor apartment. Hands behind his back. That blue and yellow suit glowing faintly in the city lights. His face unreadable behind the blood-streaked goggles.
You remembered how your hand trembled, spilling tea on the counter.
Mark had smiled.
“Sorry for the surprise visit,” he said, as if it were normal. As if gravity meant nothing and boundaries were suggestions. “I just… I wanted to see if you were okay. You’ve been quiet lately.”
You didn’t answer.
He drifted closer to the glass, eyes searching yours.
“I know it’s hard to trust people. But you can trust me. I’m not like the others.”
You lied then. Nodded. Said you were tired. Promised to call tomorrow.
He left.
Kay never came back.
Now, standing in the half-dark of your bedroom, you knew you had to do something. Anything. You opened your drawer and pulled out a burner phone. One you hadn’t touched in weeks.
You typed:
“We need to meet. Somewhere public. Tomorrow. Noon.”
You didn’t send it to Mark.
You sent it to Cecil.
i want more mark variants yearning for main universe reader 😛 especially sinister mark
Hell yeah we all love yearners😛😛
Which variant should i write about next then hmm.. my thoughts immediately went to lensless (he's my fave) maybe I'll make one post with all the variants we'll seee🤔
Do you have like a specific scenario of sinister mark cuz I'm lowkey stuck on that. Oh and lmk if you want smut too🤭
i don’t care for the scenario, you can go crazy! i do like when they are “off-track” from their mission because of the reader. also yes i don’t mind smut 😛 sinister mark i know can be quite intense, same with mohawk mark
Brat is just another word for goddess who refuses to kneel unless you make her want to
𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇! 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 the crowd (me) chants...
warnings: MDNI, afab/fem! receiving cunnilingus, just another short horny drabble
love love love thinking about munch! mark who devours you like it's his second job. whether it's on his bed, in your car, on the couch, in the shower... he loves savoring the taste of you on his tongue....
munch! mark who gets on his knees while you two are showering together, his big hands spread apart your thighs, guiding them onto his shoulders - forcing you to grab the walls of your shower.
munch! mark who looks up at you with his sweet little puppy eyes - so excited to stuff his face into your folds. he'll always have something so playfully mark - but deviously sexy to say like, "been waiting all day for my favorite treat"
Mark loves to listen to you talk, because he likes your voice and it’s soso pretty to him. At least until he hears you mention some guy from your classes. Then he prefers hearing you moan while saying his name over and over
lemme whisper this in y’all’s ear real quick
every version of mark is desperate for love, praise, & affection. he’s putty in your hands, head resting on your chest as you slowly stroke his trembling dick. you did so good today, you coo in his ear, free hand gently scratching his scalp. you make me so proud.
their reactions all vary
main!mark whimpers and sighs, pushing for more affirmation and proof that you’re telling the truth. do you mean it?
lensless!mark groans, burying his face deeper into your chest while he inhales your scent like it’s an intoxicant
omni!mark is so so tense, trying to keep his stoic disposition despite the way his hands are trembling
viltrumite!mark is eerily quiet and still, hanging on every word you say. he leans more into the praise than your touch (though he’d definitely have something to say if you stopped your ministrations)
sinister!mark grits his teeth through it, eyes pinched tightly as he growls shut the fuck up but then squeezes your thigh tighter, his body giving clear directive that says otherwise
mohawk!mark groans and spurs you on, eager in his need to agree. so good for you aren’t I? he’ll breath, wrapping his hand around yours and joining you in stroking his cock. so proud of your man aren’t you?
but the one common thread amongst them all? after every hard day they come crawling back to you, head heavy and ready to drop in your lap, ears perked & ready for your sweet nothings
deftones: around the fur (1997)
Festive mood of December
sisters i drew for friend’s color wheel thing <3
i miss u dark!ellie ..
im gonna be FEINING for them DELICIOUS, SCRUMPTIOUS dispatch x reader fics that are finna pop up
ON THE CLOCK. fem!reader, nsfw, reader's dating robert & invisigal, semi-publicish, no full sex but its sexy. robert watches you and invisigal get it on over the cams.
your boyfriend and your girlfriend don’t exactly get along.
invisigal's lips collide with your neck at such a rate you're almost positive she's trying to knock you over. gentle but fast hands move, one groping the plush of your tits, the other scraping against the brick wall you lean against to wrap around your waist.
"fuck," she whispers sharp, mouth never fully leaving your skin.
"what the hell are you two doing?"
robert's voice rings directly in your ears. you flinch, forgetting you were even on the clock (with your boyfriend as your dispatcher. a big hr violation to be checked at another time). the girl infront of you just smirks, looking up at the secluded alleyway camera he's tapped into.
"finally. i called for eyes like, an hour ago." visi's eyes narrow. teasing, challenging, warm body still pressed up against you.
"it was three minutes. you're--we're on the clock. i told you i don't play about work. what if i was broadcasting to the team?"
invisigal seems to ignore that. whether she can't think of a rebuttal or doesn't care to, you're unsure. what she does whisper is a sultry "so fucking pretty" and you respond with a sweet involuntary moan that travels to hers and robert's ears. thank god for sdn technology.
"shit. kiss her while you play with her tits. she likes that."
you nod at a rapid pace, hands sliding up to grab a fistful of the raven's hair as her lips press into yours. cold hands slyly crawl up the front of your shirt to cup your chest when a scoff fills your ears.
"what are you, four? with your fucking tongue, visi." his tone is harsh, and it only makes the both of you gush.
"you know," she speaks inbetween wet, sloppy, tongue filled kisses,(she follows orders so well. unexpected, right?) "the way I imagined this, you shut up, stopped being such a bitch, and thanked me for the view."
the line goes silent.
invisigal grins with triumph, unused hand snaking down to slide painfully slow up your thighs to your soaked panties. you throw your head back as soon as her fingers make contact, pressing the thin cloth against your cunt.
"thanks for giving me a boner at work." robert's voice is hushed, exasperated like his mind and body are at war with one another. "you happy?"
and you both were. very, very happy.
silknspice. 2025
just a blurb cause i cant write anything full fledged rn luvit