#headcap mark

[yasmin-lee117]

🩷🩷Drew the Variants because of the edits and the fanfics🩷🩷 (featuring my oc 'Invinci-Pinks' bahaha!)

...got no time to draw these days..(comms are open tho👀)

[No reposting on other sites pls]

[stareiiez]

Random but what do we think about all the mark variants going through no nut November and what eventually makes them crack (reader)?

FINALLY getting to this :) here we go

Sinister Mark

No Nut November is for idiots and simple minded people that are too ashamed to get their dicks wet like he does twice a day, every day. sometimes more if he's feeling extra worked up. when you told him about the ' challenge ' as a joke; he looked pissed that you would even suggest such a thing to him. his lips curled in a sneer, eyes squinted to a low glare that could melt ice.

what? you don't want to fuck him anymore? you think his dick ain't that good enough anymore? fuck that, he's got you in a head lock/ full nelson while fucking you. spitting in your ear about, here is what he thinks about your stupid human challenge.

Mohawk Mark.

He took that No Nut November as a challenge to heart. He wanted to prove he's superior enough to go through one month of no touching you or vice versa. A ruler such as himself, can do this easily. He sneered in your face when accepting the stupid idea.

what breaks him. . however? He can hear you touching yourself when he's sleeping next to you. The buzz of the vibrator you're using ain't that fucking quiet, and the sloppy pussy of yours wakes him from his dreams. he's got your ankles by your ears, clothes shredded off both your bodies. his first load spurts out extra thick and creamy, just how he likes to leave you filled.

Lens-less Mark.

Does not break. He's gone above and beyond to secure his place in the ' most badass man ' out there by beating this challenge. He's gone above and beyond, he has a cock cage that holds his swollen dick 24/7. Except when he pees, he's extra sensitive. Don't ask how he got it, he's into things that would make your wildest fantasies look like boring and comical. His balls are screaming at him to just touch you, just put the tip in at least for a second. But he endures the pain with a smile, because he knows when he'll cum after this month? It'll burn or sting, and it'll feel so fucking good.

Head Cap Mark.

breaks after a week. it got too boring for him. restrict him? of sex? please. besides, he's gotten tired of you eyeing his bulge in his costume everytime he puts it on. the sixe of it slightly grows larger, you swear, because of your neglect. you and your wandering eyes and doe eyed fucking stare when he talks is enough to shatter his walls.

he breaks when you brush against him. either by accident, like walking past, or you want to taunt him by sliding a hand down his arm when you talk to him. you and your stupid eyes are made to roll in the back of your skull when he has a thumb hooked into your ass while he plows you over the arm of your sofa.

Shiesty Mark

Fuck you and fuck off. He's fucking every single day of the month. If you're trying to egg him on with No Nut November? He'll go sleep with the pretty blonde down the hall with massive knockers and the too short skirt that lifts up at the smallest of breezes.

Omni- Mark.

Take this very seriously. He sleeps in another room to avoid even touching you. Completes almost the whole month of No Nut November until you're the one to actually whine and beg for sex. he makes you drop to your knees, hands pawing at his cape like a wounded puppy.

he fucks you to shut you the hell up when your whining gets too much on his nerves. he fucks you because you don't get on your knees for him enough.

Fully Masked Mark.

Breaks after half a day. you feel bad for even joking about the challenge, the look in his eyes makes your heart squeeze.

lil sweetie can't handle not touching you, smelling you, kissing you, licking you, biting you, tasting y---

take your clothes off. he needs to feel you again. so what if you two have already screwed three times already. he needs you again.

[karlamybeloved]

heyyyy, i honestly love how you write the varients. so i was wondering…

How would the varients react if fem!reader was pregnant OR how they would be as dads??

pla take ur time with these, no rush<3

entirely a girl dad, if you have a boy he’s not gonna love the little guy any less, but he wishes for a little girl to spoil—main, mohawk, omni, full mask.

he wanted children but wanted to be young and stupid first, however when you end up being pregnant the fun is put to the side, by your demand. mark isn’t entirely interested in having children right now, the baby fever returns once he sees how precious his newborn is—mohawk, shiesty, lensless, sinister, target, prisoner.

“you’re pregnant? finally, i kept hiding your birth control and everything.”—sinister, mohawk, headcap, lensless

“you’re pregnant!? oh my god what do we do? wait, if it’s a boy can we name him mark jr? please!”—main, maskless, full mask, target, prisoner.

“everything’s going according to plan.”—viltrum, omni, sinister.

intense cravings at four in the morning, and marks forced to fly all the way to japan for a specific snack you saw on instagram a few hours prior—main, viltrum, mohawk, omni.

horrible chef but still cooks whatever you want, or flies to get take out because he’s quicker then the doordash driver—mohawk, lensless, shiesty, headcap, maskless, target, sinister.

offers to try your cravings, turns out he enjoys pickles dipped in ranch with hot cheetos sticking out from the top—full mask, lensless, shiesty, main, headcap, sinister.

when your water breaks? you wouldn’t allow him to fly you both to the hospital, worried that something could go wrong mid fly, so he’s handling the road rage while telling you to breath in and out—omni, main, shiesty, headcap, mohawk, full mask.

flies you to the hospital anyways—sinister, viltrum, lensless, prisoner, mohawk (2nd born), maskless, target.

girl dad—main, omni, prisoner, mohawk, full mask, maskless.

boy dad—sinister, lensless, viltrum, mohawk, headcap, target.

[grimmsbride]

feel it …. ! ₊ཾִ ᖫྀ ⁣⁣.

headcap!mark, viltrumite!mark, lenseless!mark, & shiesty!mark & chubby/curvy!reader╲ they’re superheros, do you really think a little (or even a lot) of chub bothers them??

𖥔 ࣪˖ tags⠀⎯ reader is depicted as having a chubby / curvy body type. if that is an issue please don’t read. i also intended to write this in a non “chubby chaser” way however if you catch those vibes i personally apologize as that isn’t my intention. | separate hcs & blurbs | pet names | ooc characters (??) | spreading the mark loves chubby woman agenda | face sitting | rough sex | breath play | foul mouthed shiesty mark | being held up while being fucked | etc..

𖥔 ࣪˖ author’s notes⠀⎯ mark loves woman of all sizes like it’s the truth, and i’m plenty sure his variants feel the same or at least a little similar (and if they don’t?? who cares! 😚) as always please excuse any typos and grammar mistakes

HEADCAP!MARK.

( you can’t run. )

headcap! mark doesn’t go easy on anyone, not a little purple kid and especially not you. he enjoys pushing limits in your relationship, especially in the bedroom.

each thrust is rough, each rut is deep; stirring you up and leaving you to do nothing but take every single strike. and the man’s behavior is only exemplified the moment he realizes you simply can not escape him. granted, if you were any smaller you wouldn’t be able to either, but; with how tightly headcap!mark is gripping you, you can’t run.

and that fact will always rile him up.

the man hadn’t even fully slipped out of his suit before pursuing you; previously carelessly tearing at his pants and tossing them to the side. hands were all over your body, securing around your hips, waist, thighs, everywhere he could reach as his hips rutted against you.

your body shook with each powerful thrust, pleasure thundering through your body as he fucked you with no mercy. you couldn’t get accustomed to anything, it was far too much, tears streaming down your face as you rocked against your mattress. your fingers clawed against the plush blankets, sweet muffled moans escaping into the damp fabric.

headcap!mark was so deep, deeper then you sure was humanly possible; pressing up against your cervix, rubbing against that little spot that had you throbbing. and when you felt his hand switch around your body to spread your folds just a bit more— easily finding that little bud nestled between them, you couldn’t help but whine, pitching into a little shriek when he rubbed fierce circles upon the bud.

desperately you tried to crawl away, surely scratching up your blanket from how tightly you were holding. you got an inch, only an inch before headcap!mark’s free arm was slithering around your waist, pulling your ass flush against him.

“ah, ah..” the man tutted, lips curled into the shittiest little grin as he stared down at your withering body. “keep trying to run and you might hurt yourself..” the words meaning only seemed to amplify the moment his hand rose, quickly taking both of your wrists and pressing them right against the bed— all while leaning over to lay over you completely, trapping you.

you weeped softly, feeling your combined juices trickle down your thighs as pathetic little begs escaped your bruised lips. with the closeness you could hear the way he chuckled so deeply, feel his chest fall and rise with each release.

“m—mark.. fuck, please, please—!”

“shh.. let me show you how much i missed you.”

VILTRUMITE!MARK.

( you don’t trust how strong he is? how rude, he’ll just have to show you. )

it’s common knowledge strength is the most important value to the viltrum empire. every moment of their life is a battle, and if you fail to come out on top it’s death. plain and simple.

only this wasn’t a fight viltrumite! mark was used to. falling for you, learning how little you valued your body. he didn’t care to understand it really, but it did tick him off when you were always so.. scared.

the restraint in your body; getting tense when getting undressed, resisting being picked up, the whole nine yards. it’s to the point the man is genuinely offended.

half-viltrumite or not he was strong, strong enough to lead and defend his empire. you were nothing compared to half the things he’s fought.

and he has no problem showing you.

you couldn’t help but whine feeling his fingers dig into your skin as he lifted you. how odd was it that you could practically feel the power coursing through the digits, rising you without a single sweat. your legs wrapped around the man’s waist, his hips never stopping despite the new angle.

“baby, pl..please— have to put me down!” your body betrayed your words, entire being rocking and throbbing as viltrumite!mark fucked up into you. his tip nudged against that spongy spot, stretching you so perfectly without a single care. your arms wrapped around his neck, nails dragging across his skin to steady you.

“mm… too heavy!”

viltrumite!mark sucks his teeth at your declaration immediately, a tight glare in place of his usual neutral expression. that glare did wonders, your pussy throbbing around his length, devouring the expression with a blurred gaze.

“i’m sick of you going on about that.” the man practically spat, tone low and expressing his frustration with each pointed thrust. a groan thrummed from his throat, enjoying the way your gummy walls clamped around him far too much. “do you truly think i’m incapable of holding you however i want? does it look like i’m struggling?”

you whimpered at his words, shaking your head rapidly, keening the moment you felt a hand shift between the two of you; pinching your little bud. you caught on quickly, a swift— “no!” escaping in a jumbled speech.

satisfied with your answer viltrumite!mark tugged you even closer, hands sliding to your ass, kneading the flesh as blunt nails dug in.

“good. and i’ll continue to drill that fact into your head— no matter how many times it takes.”

LENSELESS!MARK.

( come on, too much? all he sees is more to love! )

lenseless!mark, the sadistic little freak who could only grin while fighting immortal. who thrives and lives off receiving and dealing out pain. affection nor love wasn’t a primary objective of his, but he didn’t mind finding you— perfect little you.

your size wasn’t much of a concern, sure he noticed it but he truly didn’t care…

until he realizes something.

you didn’t expect to end your afternoon like this, seated upon your lover’s face while he devoured on you like some full course meal. his arms, strong and large were wrapped tightly around your legs; refusing to let you move, keeping you secured against him with no escape. your hands clenched the headboard, forehead resting against the cool wood as sweet sobs escaped. lenseless!mark has been toying with you for what it seemed like hours, sucking your folds and little bud raw.

see, lenseless!mark realized something about himself rather quickly. he enjoyed tipping the line during sex, especially when it came to air. he couldn’t count on a single hand how many times he’s had you wrap your pretty little hands around his throat to squeeze. so when the man actually used his head for once, realizing how thrilling it would be having you sit right on his face— he was practically begging for it.

and oh, did he love every single second of it. the weight of you, the sweet taste; each breath came out as some weak little shudder, your thighs pressing against his ears to the point he could only hear his own swift heartbeat. lenseless!mark wondered if he could pass out like this, maybe even drown right in your juices.

fortunately he didn’t care, not one bit. there was nothing like sucking your little clit just to feel you wither, clench, and trickle more juices.

this was heaven on earth.. or more specifically, heaven on his face.

SHIESTY!MARK

( give him a second, his favorite show is on starring you; and the ripples of your body. )

we’ve gotten to the point it’s clear no mark in any universe gives a damn about his lover’s size. and even if there was one, it certainly wasn’t shiesty!mark. foul-mouthed and all, do you truly think he would love you any different any other size? really, it’s like you don’t know him at all.

granted, it is pretty obvious how much he loves your body. the stretch marks etched into your skin, the way a shirt cupped those pretty tits— shiesty!mark especially loved the way your body jiggled. rippled, shook— whatever word; he loved it. far too much..

there was just something so hypnotizing about how your body moved whenever he drilled into you.

“fuck, baby..” the words are whispered in a low drawl, pure amazement tugging every single letter. like some leering pervert shiesty!mark’s gaze was settled onto your body, struggling to pick between your back and ass to watch. every inch was simply amazing, adding to the absolutely wonderful feeling of your walls sucking him in greedily.

soft plaps echo throughout the room as his hips slammed against you, the perfect pitch to the melodic moans that escaped your wet lips. you hadn’t a clue what had gotten into him. one moment you’re jumping into some jeans the next they’re on the floor— forgotten completely.

your cheek pressed against the blankets, turning and glancing at the man with blurred vision. you couldn’t place it, but he seemed to be in a trance— under some type of spell only you could muster. shiesty!mark’s lips were parted, quick breaths and even quicker swears escaping as he thrusted into you.

“look at that..” he’s muttering to himself again, a hand sliding from your waist to grab an ass cheek. the flesh fills his palm easily, spreading you to watch his cock disappear within you before coming out even slicker then before. “shit, so fucking good. shaking like a damn leaf.” the moment shiesty!mark notices your eyes on him he’s grinning, gripping your flesh as his thrusts become just a little more pointed.

pretty moans fall off your tongue, eyes pinching close as your entire body shook with the movement. his name emitted from you in broken sobs, legs shaking as you could do nothing but take each thrust.

all while shiesty!mark smiles, throughly enjoying it all.

“maybe i should record next time.. then you’ll be able to see how good you look like this for yourself.”

[weaver77]

I wanted to try my hand in drawing the varients >//<

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[stareiiez]

Question, dear writer, how do you think Mark and his variants would react to their s/o giving them a lapdance? [The s/o in question being afab.]

salivating as i write this. reader has the balls to get up top and tease these boys to hell.

sinister mark

tolerates a good lap dance. hates when you strip tease during the entire dance, he wants you naked and slightly sweaty; swinging your breasts about his face. your hands running over the valleys and curves of your body when it grinds deep into his crotch. he doesn't like those flashy hair whips, and the fake show of ecstasy. he wants to cut to the chase, and make you practically dry hump him with your pussy spread out over his bulge.

mohawk mark

FUCK YEAH BABY.

once you give him one lap dance, he expects it all the time when he sits down anywhere. he's got the biggest smile on his face, and blatantly ignores the ' no touch rule ' you give before any dance. your ass is bruised and bright red from every spank he gives you when you swivel your hips in hypnotizing swings. he lets you go all out, the thumping bass of a naughty song. every piece of clothing that is see through enough to not even hide the perkyness of your nipples and the sparse hairs of your growing bush poking through sultry pink cloth.

fully masked mark

he can't look you in the eye. he thinks if he looks anywhere else itll control the tightness in his pants when you first seat yourself in his spread open lap. he's the picture of nerves and hesitation. you're the one to grab his hands to run along your body. helping your tight little bra get pushed up enough so your breasts can spill out in a lewd wobble. if it wasn't the music thumping in the background of the bedroom? you'd hear the audible gasp when his thumbs flicked perky buds. he's vulnerable to the friction that your hips cause against his own. he's fighting not to be hard, but he'll apologize about it if he cums because of his raging boner.

lens-less mark

he finds the lapdance entertaining. instead of you dancing for him, he's making you dance. he's moving you, how he wants. his hands are gripping the fat of your hips and ass. he's got you facing away from him, your ass cheeks bouncing with how his hips meet the backside of your thighs. it's turning less and less into a lap dance with how he's got you twisting this way and that. you're dizzy and breathless. he's all over your body. the chair kicked out from under him when he stands. you're bent over a couch arm, bare ass in the air for him. the minute long dance has turned into harsh sex, because he can't help himself.

sheisty mark

makes you call him daddy during your dance. he chooses the music, he makes you dance for more than one song. he's got you dancing till you complain your legs and hips ache and your feet hurt from the highheels. maybe he's had better lap dances from the strip club down the street, but hey! you're trying and that's all that matters. just like his sinister variant, he makes you start off fully naked at the beginning of your dance. he likes you slutty and trying your best to please him with how you smother his face between your tits to give him that authentic strip club stripper lapdance experience.

omni- mark

he stares at you in silence with a stone-faced look. his hands are planted stonily on your gyrating hips. his breath hitches when you lock eyes with the viltrumite and give him a flirty week. on his tanned features he sports the smallest of flush that trails down to the curve of his throat. he's the quietest out of the bunch. he watches you like a predator assessing its prey. with every loss of fabric, he shifts more and more in his chair. right hand abandoning your hip to adjust his aching boner. he doesn't want you to know how hot and leaky he is in his boxers. how the flushed tip of his cock weeps when your bare breasts press against his chest, and your ass bounces for his gaze alone.

headcap mark

hates it. lap dances aren't his vibe, but eh, free tits and pussy i guess. his legs are kicked out, arms crossed over his chest. his knee bounces rapidly when he watches you descend before him on your knees. your ass swaying behind you to the irritating bass of some raunchy song. he likes to see you act like a whore any day of the given week, but if he can't touch you , cant pop on breast in his mouth and suck it while you grind down on him? he isn't going for it.

mark grayson

mark. exe has stopped working. he passes out in the middle of your first dance. too much blood has rushed to his dick. when he comes to? tells you how beautiful you are and peppers kisses to every inch of skin he can put his lips on.

[stareiiez]

Different mark variants x reader who has a kid ? It can be how mark variants take care of reader’s child/ sibling! 💕 idk, my baby fever has been sooo bad lately 💔

i'll do with reader's sibling! just since i already wrote an ask that had a pregnant/ had a child with the reader!

Mark Grayson

you two definitely schedule playdates with oliver and your younger sibling! those two basically grow up with each other. they're best friends, practically brothers. mark loves that there's another child around that accepts oliver for his outlandish appearance. plus, it gives you and mark an easier time to babysit when debbie needs help or is working late shifts. don't get him wrong, as wholesome and sweet as it is for you two to act as make-believe parents for your little ones. it makes mark's brain go south, and what it would be like if it was him and you, parenting your own kid. . . maybe he would suggest getting you pregnant next time you two are fooling around. he hopes you'll say yes.

Sinister Mark

Does not like that your sibling and you have inside jokes that he knows nothing about. If you have a older brother/ sister best believe he's squabbling and trading heated words at least once for everytime they get dragged along with you to go visit him. kids get on his nerves, and he tries his best to scare your younger sibling by pulling mean faces or trying to trip them if they walk past. it never works. unironically he's your sibling's favorite person to see, they always ask you about him; and it pisses him off to no end when they get so overjoyed to see him with you.

Headcap Invincible

like his sinister variant, he isn't much for kids. after all, he possibly killed his little brother in his own reality just for the hell of it. plays too rough with your sibling. you scold him for scaring them too much by telling scary stories, or jump scaring them when they're minding their own buisness with their toys. older siblings think he's cool as hell, makes any excuse to hang out with your mark. it gets concerning when they copy his slang, or mannerisms. mark thinks its cool that at least someone in your family likes to live a little and let murder and homicide slide.

Mohawk Mark

takes your siblings to get their first piercings, and of they already have them? he's taking them to get more behind your back. they want their hair dyed or cut or even buzzed off? fuck yeah little dude, he's down for it and more!! tattoos? absolutely, only if he can manage to not go deaf from you yelling at him for hours because he hid this from you. he just wants to influence your siblings to be like him, a menace to society that yells at everyone to go fuck themselves and listen to my chemical romance.

Retro/ Lens-less Invincible

gets along so well with your siblings because he's probably just immature as they are. helps them plan pranks on you and your parents. he's there to let them light dog shit on fire on your neighbor's porch because they were too mean to you that one time. it scares you how much they only care about your boyfriend than actually caring about you, because he never tells them no. retro mark loves to play airplane with them, and he throws your siblings up way too high just for the hell of it.