Sinister Mark who would fly you, randomly drop you and let you scream as you free fall. He wouldn't catch you until he was hard from your screams.
Sinister Mark who would secretly follow you in the night. You would only realise his presence once his hands grab your waist and pull you to an alley.
Sinister Mark who would grope your juicy tits as you're sleeping. In his defense he gets to touch you whenever and wherever he wants. You're his to use.
Sinister Mark who would show up after a fight, covered in blood and he would make you grind on his thighs just so he could watch the blood of his enemies mix with your juices.
Sinister Mark who would leave you all tied up, gagged on his bed. He would leave a vibrator tied to your thighs. When he finally comes back, he finds you on his bed, whining, crying and cumming.
i think main!mark and some of the variants would deffo steal your g-strings and wear them. he would show off how his d!ck looks in it ( which looks amazing ) and how the g-string flatters his ass đđ
summary.. you thought you had found some alone time with you, and your mighty little vibrator. but of course, all fun is always short-lived
tags.. canon-divergence (i have never written for mark or any of his variants nor have i read the comics, so, mohawk will be a little ooc and i apologize for that. also this ofc doesnât really follow the plot of his dimension) / rough sex / overstimulation / heâs lowkey a dick / multiple orgasms / lowkey pain kink / reader is into everything ofc / light use of pet names / unrealistic descriptions of sex(?) /
authors notes.. i want to start writing for invincible and truthfully this is the first thing that came to mind. between mohawk mark and cap(?) mark, they will be written for the most cause imo they are the finest đ. also please excuse any typos or grammar mistakes.
The mental checklist cycled through your brain quickly as your eyes peered about your room. Door locked? Check. Music playing from your tv a little too loud? Check. Your fully charged, pretty blue vibrator waiting patiently on your bed? The final and most important check of all. Between work, school, and juggling a relationship with your beloved boyfriend; finding time for self-pleasure was like trying to find a needle in a haystack. Of course, most of your sexual needs were satisfied by your partnerâ however, there was nothing like taking the time to yourself, easing towards your orgasm in solitude.
You tugged the bottoms you wore down, thumbs hooking onto the elastic of your panties in the process. In one fluid motion you tossed them off your body and onto the ground, dropping to your bed back first with excitement brewing deep within your tummy. You reached down for the little vibe, examining the hollow opening that allowed the most perfect suction.
You remembered getting the device randomly one night, even paying extra for expedited shippingâ a clear indication of your own desperation.
A finger flicked out to press against the button, holding it for a moment before the little toy revved to life. Little, yet so powerful; varying in several modes that tailored to your needs perfectly.
You always started slow, lowering the vibe to your breast and allowing the suction to flutter over your nippleâ it slowly hardening from the attention. Your lips parted, along with your legs, allowing your free hand to lower to your folds, petting the soft skin slowly. A breath escaped as that familiar feeling danced across your body, warming you up inside at a gentle pace.
You spread yourself open, lowering a finger over your bud and slowly rolling it into tight circles. Your hips instinctively caught onto the rhythm, twitching at every special turn of your finger pad on your sensitive clit.
Soon enough you were growing impatient, knowing at any moment family could knock at your door for some random inconvenience. With that said, you lifted the toy from your breast, lowering it down between your legs. It always took a moment for you to align the hole with your clit, eyes squinting as if trying to visualize the perfect angle.
But the moment you got it, the moment you felt those delicious vibrations right against your sensitive bud, you let out the softest moan, legs opening more as the pleasure grew.
Your finger pressed into the button, amping the power up to its second level, strong vibrations thrumming right against your clit. Your legs began to squeeze shut, hurried breaths falling from your lips as you began to etch closer to your orgasm.
You wanted to personally thank whoever thought of vibrators. As pathetic as that sounded..
Your head knocked back against your pillows, the tightening cord in your stomach nearly snapping when a familiar sound entered your ears.
âBabe, oh manâ I gotta tell you what this guâ..â
In a flash you felt that pleasure melt from your body, your eyes peering open to spot your one and only Markus Grayson standing in your bedroom in all his glory. His glory being that godforsaken supersuit and the stupidest grin on his features.
Which only seemed to deepen the moment his eyes trailed down your body.
Curse you for forgetting to close and lock your window.
âWhatâs this?.. Having fun without me?â
You opened your mouth to speak, yelping as wind flew past you far too quickly. Mark was a blur for a moment before he stood still beside your bed, currently inspecting something in his hand.
You quickly realized that it was your vibrator, under his inspection.
âThe fuck is this..â
âItâsââ You moved to your knees, reaching out for it, only for him to hold his hand higher, cackling to himself. You gave an aggravated huff, hands dropping to your thighs.
ââ a vibrator.. Itâs a vibrator.â You murmured, trying to ignore the tinge of shame invading your form. Of course, the two of you have talked about masturbation, but toys were a different story. Youâve heard plenty of horror tales of men growing angry at their women for using them in the first place.
All that ego man stuff.. blah, blah, blah. And as much as you loved Mark, he was a man.. with a ridiculously big ego.
Your eyes slowly trailed up his body back to his face, watching the way an unrecognizable glint developed in his dark eyes. His gloved fingers tapped against the toy, fiddling with the settings, turning it off and on completely.
âA vibrator huh?..â Mark hummed, more to himself than you, gaze switching between the vibe and your features for a moment before a devious smirk pulled his lips.
Before you could think Mark was moving closer, using a hand to push you back onto the bed whilst the other went for your legs, tugging them open.
âLet me try.â The grin on his face deepened, reaching down with the toy towards your center. Clumsily, he forced the hole upon your swollen clit, eyes flicking back to your features as he amped up the vibrator.
Your hands clenched, lips parting once more to release a sharp moan. You werenât alone anymore, released from the mercy of slowly building yourself up. No, Mark had selected one of the highest setting without a care, pressing it right against your already sensitive clit. Your legs threatened to close, hands falling to the bed and gripping your bedsheets tight.
âMaâmark.. baby pleaseâ turn it down..â You whined out, gasping the moment you felt him twist the toy a little, the vibrations hitting your swollen bud at a different angle. Droplets of arousal trickled from your hole that fluttered around nothing, sliding down to your taint.
âAww.. can someone not handle the little toy?â Mark mocked, twisting the little machine once again and giggling to himself at the high-pitched moans that escaped you. He rose himself high, face hovering close to your own whilst resting on a forearm.
âCâmon baby, youâve had bigger! Donât wimp out on me now.â
You couldnât even dare to reply, far too focused on that band ready to snap in your stomach. Struggled gasps and moans continued to escape, as your legs tightened around his armâ as if trying to decide to push him away or keep him there.
Your decision was null the moment you came, hips rising into the air as you made a mess of his hand and your beloved toy. Your stomach ached, clit feeling raw from all the attention. Your body rested back onto your bed, attempting to calm yourself after your release.
Only to realize the vibrator was still stuck securely to your clit, not having moved an inch despite your orgasm.
You quickly back to fuss, reaching down at your partnerâs wrist whilst a strangled, âMaâmark, let me breathe..â escaped you.
But he didnât budge, even pulling himself back to his haunches, keeping his one hand steady on the toy whilst the other went for your wrists, securing them into a tight single-handled hold right against your stomach.
âOh, [Name], Iâm not done. I wanna see what else this little thing can do.â
With two more presses, the vibrator was now thrumming at its highest setting, the sound of it on your sloppy cunt nearly echoing over your musicâ second to the whines and moans that you released.
Your mind was going blank, the pleasure teetering between bliss and pain in one fluid motion. Unlike the Viltrumite before you, you were only humanâ your stamina not being able to keep up at all. It was growing torturous the longer the toy played at your clit, yet you couldnât escape. Even as you attempted to move your hands, Mark wasnât budging an inchâ nor was he fazed by the twitching of your legs, eyes so trained on your pussy he was currently tormenting.
Itâs not as if Mark had an issue with you using the toy. Not at all, he found it quite amusing actually; you attempting to find pleasure in such a measly deviceâ that couldnât even began to compare to him at all. It was truly entertaining watching you struggle to keep yourself together, your moans and cries for mercy music to his ears after an already eventful day.
The man had things to share with you, like some idiot that tried to attack him from behindâ however that could wait, until after he was satisfied with examining the limits of this little device.
âSuch a fucking mess, youâre ruining my gloves, babe.â As cocky as ever, voice clear and loud so you could hear through the blur of your mind. You wanted to cuss at him, maybe tell him to fuck off and wipe that little smirk off his face. But you couldnâtâ physically anyway, given any words were turning to jumbled mush that the man couldnât make out.
Mark even had the nerve to tilt his head, pushing his ear a little closer towards you.
âHuh? What? You say somethingâ I couldnât hear it over all that moaning and whining of my name.â
If your hands were free you would smack him, but now you could only whine louder, trying your best at an annoyed pout, eyebrows clenched close together.
Mark quickly caught on, laughing to himself as he slowly moved the vibrator in circles on your clit, watching that anger dissolve from your face so quickly. Your eyes were glossy at this point, even rolling back to meet your skull as the pleasure thundered through your body.
And as quickly as it started, your second orgasm came even quicker; erupting from your body in shaky spasms. Your voice was etching on hoarse at this point, seeing white for a moment as you came undone so harshly it began to ache.
Your lover let out a boisterous sound, eyes trained on your messy cunt, your arousal trailing down to the bed, making a little pool of slick.
You panted heavily, struggling to keep your eyes open as they slowly lifted to Mark.
âMark..â You were able to release, attempting to move your arms again, only to feel his hold tighten. You cried out, wiggling about in desperation.
âMaâmark! Turn it offâ fuck!â Tears of overstimulation were threatening to spill at this point, and in one swift motion you somehow were able to flip onto your stomach, scooting away from the man quickly.
Your face pressed against the bed for a moment, before turning to the side, releasing heavy breaths as your heart pounded against your chest. So focused on calming down, you couldnât hear anything behind you at all.
Not the sound of Mark chuckling to himself.. his hands moving against his body, or even his clothes falling to your carpeted floor.
You hadnât realized a thing until a familar hand was locking around your ankle, basically dragging you towards the edge of the bed and up onto your knees.
You rose to your hands, mouth open and ready to practically yell at him until you felt two things. His length prodding at your entrance, and that blasted toy finding your abused clit once again.
In one swift motion Mark was thrusting inside, leaving you unable to adjust with the vibrations buzzing against your swollen bud. Your hands nearly give out, nails digging into the fabric as tears began to stream down your chubby cheeks.
You could no longer form a single coherent sentence, voice switching between hurried gasps and a mush of his name, tangled with the loudest moans. Soon enough you felt his hips move, a bruising pace being set inside you, with little care for your overly sensitive pussy.
You felt Mark move, coming to rest his chest against your back whilst wrapping his arm around your body, leading his hand to gently grab your faceâ a completely contrast to how he has been ruining you for the past forty-five minutes.
âWhat a crybaby.. canât even think straight can you, huh?â His lips pressed right up against your ear, hips flicking back and forth as he fucked you with no remorse. The corner of his mouth twitched, truly entertained by your reactions. The sweet wails you were releasing, the way your pussy clenched and clenched around his length, and how shaky your entire body was overall.
You sniffled and whined, hearing your love cooe as he slid his thumb over your skin. Once again, the only gentleness heâs shown you since he flew in.
âFeels good, doesnât it? All this attention youâre getting, greedy little pussy..â Mark began to drill into you, now being the only thing keeping you sitting upright at this point. âCan barely handle me, yet you go out and buy this toyâ isnât that funny, baby? Hm?â
The man spoke to you so easily, fully expecting you to reply to the best of your ability. But you were only releasing whimpers, completely lost to the feeling that flipped between pain and pleasure.
Mark chuckled at this, pressing the toy just a bit harder against you.
âGuess youâre too fucked out to speak, huh?â
That was an understatement, truly. The word itself didnât exactly describe how you felt. Your entire body was trembling, the two sensations of his dick and your toy eliminating any logical thinking inside your brain. You couldnât care less about being too loud for your family or even neighbors, no, your entire focus collected into a single point, the orgasm that was rushing towards you extremely fast.
A mix of encouraging words and mockery was being purred right into your ear, followed by quick laughter with every cry you let out. Mark always enjoyed pushing your limits, especially in the bed room.
You were human, sure, but he didnât care. He simply loved watching you struggle to keep up with anything he did, acting so cruelly only to praise you later on. A never ending cycle that he didnât plan to change anytime soon.
âClenching me like a fucking vice, youâre about to come arenât you?â He questioned, fucking into you so deeply, his tip prodding against that spongy spot that caused stars to intrude your vision. The man listened to your whine, deciding to take it as approval to his previous question.
Mark grinned to himself, pulling back and allowing your body to land on the bed. Instead his free hand gripped your hip lifting you just enough to drill into that same spot perfectly.
âGo on then, comeâ soak the sheets while youâre at it.â
Your fingers dug into the bed, reduced to babbles as your sheets became soaked from your arousal, sweat, and tears. With blurry vision and muffled hearing you came undone, a prolonged bellow of his name escaping your aching throat. You jerked and jolted, making a mess of his cock and the bed beneathâ just like he hoped.
The manâs hand smoothed across your ass, clearly soothing you as those sweet praises from his lips, continuing to chase his own orgasm. Moments passed before his hips stuttered, his load spilling into you, some trickling out from your stuffed hole.
You breathed heavily, feeling your body relax the moment the man pulled out and removed the still buzzing vibrator from your clit. You melted into the bed completely, caring less for the smell of sex and soaked blankets beneath you. Your legs trembled from the aftershocks, eyes closed as you attempted to catch your breathâ and with that being your entire focus, you basically jumped out your skin the moment Markâs hand fell to your thigh.
The man laughed, smoothing his fingers across your heated skin.
âRelax, Iâve finished my little test.. for now.â
âYouâre..â You struggled to say, moving your head a little to glance back at your boyfriend. ââ such a dick.â
The man grinned back at you, hands gliding up to your ass to grip whilst coming to hover over you, planting a kiss against your shoulder.
âI know. And Iâm gonna be an even worse one the moment you catch your breath.â
need more invincible smut on my feed plssss i need one in which he's so submissive and so obsessed that he kisses your feet just to get your attention. reader is mean dom đââïžđ€€đ€€ also leave recs down below pls
i need a formula one girlie to write a fic about lando being forced to wear a cage for his c0ck. reader makes him wear it during a grand prix and he only gets to take it off if he wins it đ€đ€đ€
âcâmon baby, look at me.â matt groaned, his tattooed arm reaching down to wrap his hand around your throat.
you whined, eyes fluttering open and locking onto the phone camera that was pointed right at you. your eyes widened at the sight, face burning as your body tried to squirm away.
âuh-uh sweetheart,â he said, his hips snapping forward a little harder, the feeling of his cock making your eyes roll back. âstay right there and keep your pretty eyes on me, hm?â
your mouth parted, but no words came out, only small broken moans as his hand squeezed a little tighter
your eyes couldnât help but to moveâtrailing up and watching how the muscles of his arm flexed with every movement he made.
he had his phone angled above your body, making sure to capture his arm and the way his hand wrapped around you. but most of all, he made sure to capture the way your face looked.
flushed and red, sweat coating your body.
âyâgonna let me keep these baby?â he asked when he finished snapping the shots, even though you knew the answer you gave him didnât matter. âgonna save emâ and use emâ for later when i miss you.â
you clenched around him at thatâat the thought of what he would do with them later..how he would look while getting off.
matt groaned again, tossing his phone onto the mattress beside your bodies before his now free hand gripped your hip. âyeah? yâlike the sound of that?â he teased.
you nodded, your hands finally moving to claw at him, grabbing anywhere you could. âm-mattâfuckâsâtoo much!â you gasped.
âuh-huh. and youâre takinâ it like such a good girl.â he cooed, pulling out almost all the way just to slam back inside of you again.
strnilolover note âË⥠. . . no title for now cause i canât think of one. but hereâs this short little blurb for yâall đ
sorry itâs so short too, i havenât written in a while đ