what kink would all invincible/mark variants collectively have?
overstimulation
and I don’t mean just the typical overstimulation. I mean borderline painful
mainstream! mark — in good will; wants to make you feel mind-boggling pleasure for days
mohawk! mark — pure evil; wants nothing more than to leave you breathless, senseless, mindless, and completely mind-broken
omni! mark — dominance; as a means to show you who is in charge and WILL remind you about that no matter how much you’re sobbing uncontrollably
sinister! mark — pain; he wants you to feel pain, as much as it. he doesn’t care if it’s “too much”, you WILL orgasm how many times he wants
viltrumite! mark — uncaring; you are simply the carrier for his child, whether or not you can keep up doesn’t matter
no goggles! mark — sadistic; he knows you’re fragile, and he can’t help but “accidentally” push you over the edge, every time.
and so on. variant mayhem, more like variant freakhem am i right
𝄃𝄀⠀⠀pxssessive⠀╲ mark + variants ֤ࣨ🫀𖥔 ݁ ˖
summary mark and his variants have very few things in common, the main one being that they simply can not stop at making you come once.
tags overstimulation (ofc) | the variants being jerks | everything purely consensual | dom & sub dynamics (omni!mark) | viltrumite!mark is lowkey mean as hell | pain kink | ooc sorryy | just a little mix of blurbs and headcanons | mentions of blacking out (sinister! mark) | incubator mention (viltrumite! mark) |
notes uhm this took so long for me to write, i’m so sorry 😭, but i wanted to get it done i loved this request the “freakhem” comment had me crying during vacation. i hope you enjoy and please excuse any typos or grammar mistakes
when it comes to sex, mainstream! mark simply doesn’t know how to hold back— his entire objective is to leave you a whimpering, shaking mess. this is especially clear when his mouth is on your pretty cunt.
unfortunately for you, he could sit there for hours.. strong arms wrapped tightly around your thighs, center nice, open, and pliable to his perfect mouth. mainstream!mark is sucking on your swollen bud, tongue gliding across your slit, even driving the thick appendage right into your fluttering hole.
even when you protest about the ache running through your entire body, mainstream!mark simply can not leave you be until your throat is practically sore from how much you’re screaming his name.
“ma—mark, baby, please— i need to breathe!” there’s tears trailing down your reddened cheeks, coating the old trails from just moments ago. your fingers are gliding in his fluffy locks, stuck between bringing him closer and pushing him away— a silent battle between mind and matter.
fuck, do you look so good like this, mainstream! mark could practically come in his pants— grinding right against your bed whilst he came off your clit with a harsh pop; quickly replacing his lips with his thumb.
“i know you have another one for me, baby.. c’mon i got you.” always so encouraging and sweet, tone dripping with honey as he stared at you with those lidded eyes.
eyes that were so hypnotizing, you couldn’t help but give in to his every command. even if it if your “giving in” was nothing more then a whine and you practically shoving his face into your sex.
mainstream!mark would only giggle, hand gliding across your thigh a simple that’s my girl vibrating against your wetness.
. . .
everyone, and i mean everyone knows mohawk!mark is a jerk that does things for his own entertainment. this is especially true during sex.
the man cares for you, in his own twisted away, yet enjoys showing you just how human you truly are.
mohawk!mark will fuck you for hours, maybe even from afternoon to early morning. he doesn’t care, he will use your body to exhaustion all with the shittiest little smile on his face.
always bouncing between positions (doggy, reverse cowgirl, cowgirl, missionary, standing up) nothing is off the table. the man has even fucked you against the window, simply cause he could. you’re too tired to protest anyway.
three.. five? was that how many orgasms that’s ran through your entire body in the past thirty minutes or so? you couldn’t tell, with the way mohawk!mark was practically bullying your sensitive cunt, hands kept tightly at your knees as he pushed them against your chest.
your voice didn’t even sound like your own anymore, completely foreign to you with the way it sounded so raw and dry— throat abused just as much as your poor cervix. and through a glossy gaze you could see the man responsible, the way his eyebrows were pushed close together, a sickeningly sweet grin pulling his lips.
the moment mohawk!mark caught your eyes his smirk only worsened, shoving himself so deep you swore you saw stars.
“you still with me, babe?”
that gave you assurance, trying to reach over and push at his hips, a silent plea to slow down— only for it to trickle down the drain the moment the man swatted your hand away, leaning over your body as his hips snapped against yours without a care.
“nuh uh.. i’m not done with you, not one bit.”
. . .
oh, sweetheart.. what did you do? you know better, right? getting into a relationship with omni!mark, it was made clear from the start the expectations placed upon you. always obeying, quiet when needed, etc..
he wasn’t too hard all the time, you were human after all; the man made an effort to let little things slide.
only this time, he couldn’t. maybe you mouthed off inappropriately, maybe you looked at him in a way he hated, doesn’t matter— all omni!mark knew is you disrespected him, and that wouldn’t slide.
you needed a punishment, one that really drilled into your pretty little head the importance of your roles.
“i—i’m sorry, f—fuck! i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry!” tears are streaming down your face as you shoved it into the mattress below, weak sobs shaking through your entire body as the man abused your fluttering hole.
with each thrust omni!mark was practically fucking you right into the mattress, thick length dragging across your tortured gummy walls in such a steady rhythm you couldn’t even think.
your mouth hung open once again in an attempt to plead your case, only to cry out the moment his hand pushed at your neck from behind and he thrusted sharply right against your cervix.
“i’ve told you before about your mouth..” you would think the man didn’t love you, how his eyes were glaring down at your body, shoving himself into you relentlessly. “you should be thanking me for giving you so many chances..”
before he could give even get it out, gratitude was falling from your lips, wet gasps escaping between each word. omni!mark couldn’t help the way his cock twitched as a result, pulling you up to his chest in one swift motion while thrusting up into you sharply.
“why do i have to punish you for you to behave?”
“i—i’m sorry, i’m sorry!”
“i know. i’ll let you know when i’ve forgiven you.”
. . .
do you think sinister!mark just wakes up with a set number in mind and is like.. that’s how long i plan to torture the human i supposedly care for, no matter how much they protest?
honestly that’s what i think. the man has killed millions without batting an eye, you truly think he’s gonna give a damn about how much you beg for mercy? nope, not at all.
on the contrary sinister!mark simply can’t help getting harder at your instance of a break, cock swelling so much inside you swore he grew a few inches.
“tightening up so fucking much.. shit.. ha— did you black out again?”
amusement is practically dripping from every word that escapes his lips, sinister!mark staring down at you with harsh eyes, enjoying the way you tried so desperately to catch your breath— only to track right back to square one the moment he thrusted into you.
he’s giggling to himself, leaning down close, chest brushing against your own as his lips pressed against your ear.
“you black out again, i’m adding two more.”
you couldn’t help but release a sob, pathetically hitting at his arms in a last ditch effort to disclose how much you hated that idea. sinister!mark is laughing at you, shoving himself so deeply there’s a bulge protruding through your tummy.
he’s quick to snatch your hands, shoving them against the mattress as he bruised your poor walls, eyes staring down at you with so many emotions swirling through his gaze.
“you aren’t escaping this.. not any time soon, anyway.”
. . .
viltrumite!mark is.. probably the least caring out of all of them entirely. sex is fun, sure, but his main purpose is shoving his seed into you to get a kid. he’s ruling the planet with the expectation of spreading his power across dimensions, of course he needs someone to keep up his legacy.
that’s where you come in, his perfect little human partner, the perfect little incubator for his objective.
whenever the man has downtime (which isn’t a lot mind you) you will find yourself under his mercy for hours, filled to the brim with his seed so much you’re wondering if your stomach is bulging at this point. he’s quick to shove every drop back in, even having the decency to research which positions is best to get a kid.
“mark.. mark please..” you’re crying at this point, overstimulated and filled to the brim, sweat trickling down your body. however your calls of his name are falling on deaf ears, viltrumite!mark not even focused on you, but instead your pussy.
he’s pulling his hips back, spotting the sticky ring of combined juices around the base of his dick, gaze focusing on the way his seed was dribbling down to your taint.
the man is clicking his tongue, eyebrows pushed close as he gave a particularly hard thrust into your cunt.
“stay in..” viltrumite!mark mutters, as if lecturing your pussy, throughly expecting it to obey his command. his hands are tight on your thighs, legs tossed over his shoulders as he fucked into you.
he doesn’t even stop the moment you reach for his hip, instead allowing his harsh gaze to drop to your features, as if confused on why you were touching him.
“ma—“
“we will stop when i, say so. until then, quit moving.”
. . .
no goggles! mark knows no bounds. his sadomasochism is always shining, especially during sex. when he learned what overstimulation was — or rather learned the reactions he could get from you during it — every single time the two of you have sex, he’s pushing you to the brink; abusing your body so greedily, a perfect toss between pleasure and pain.
even when you beg, cry, sob— the man is only giggling above you, maybe even planting the wettest kiss to your already damp cheeks. it doesn’t help he’s encouraging too, sickeningly sweet words that don’t match the way his hips are slapping against your own without a care for your body.
speaking of, it’s trembling at this point from the aftershocks; running from your head to your toes in an ache you simply couldn’t describe. you were breathing manually at this point, splotches of black invading your already blurry vision.
you’re reaching out for your lover, blindly, hand raising about only to wince the moment no goggles! mark snatched it, linking your fingers, and shoving it to the mattress.
“can’t take it can you?..” the man is muttering, hissing in delight the moment he felt your nails drag across his skin, eyes wildly soaking in the way your swollen lips pulled into a pout, whining for mercy.
yet he doesn’t give it to you, no, he simply can’t— not with the way you look beyond delicious under his mercy.
no goggles! mark tuts, a mocking sound that you would have slapped him for if you were in the right state of mind — albeit the man would probably just ask for another, harder slap —. his free hand is tight on your thigh, angling his hips perfectly to strike your g-spot with each thrust. you’re a whimpering mess, shaking like a damn leaf with no sign of calming down.
“i’m not done, and you’re not done either— i know you got more in you.. fuck, baby you feel so good!”
Basically again- inspo when I am writing, read at your own riskkkkk NSFW :) Happy Weekend my loves
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Emperor- Mark:
Authority kink. Calling it now.
Top unless he is making you ride him wether that be for punishment or wanting to feel served.
Cum play - as in painting your panties and having you wear them, but likes seeing it swallowed. he is such a dick when he talks to you and after sex too, like it's a duty.
Free use- wants access on demand. Saves it when he gets you alone.
Viltrumite- Mark:
Basic ass bitch.
Really likes a good old mating press, nice and deep.
Despite the stoicism and emotional range of a teaspoon, secretly likes being called pet names when you ride him hard.
No condoms
Cum play, really likes watching it drip out just to rub it into you.
Sinister- Mark:
😭
Blood and gore is enough to get this one going.
Predator play
Cum play (you may or may not choke on something in a chapter down the line) likes his smell on you, in you...
Bondage- self explanatory. The dude is unhinged for that hole.
Spitting kink. Hope you are ready to swallow 💀
Leaves bruises you will find and most definitely feel days later.
Omni- Mark:
Sensation play
Absolute dom, will not bottom for you unless it's your birthday and even then the rules are strict and no you cannot call him "Baby boy"
Prefers you visible, but secretly likes the thought of you walking around- cum dripping- like a little naughty secret.
Cum dump nonsense ensues.
Knows a thing or two, loves that he can bring you to your knees more times than you can stutter his name.
Low key has a bit of a pregnancy kink- or atleast has a weird fixation on your stomach, mainly just the thought of filling it.
Has code words he usesi.e. "Bite the pillow im going in raw" Quickie - "Give me your hands" - You ain't walking for a while.
Lenseless/No Goggles- Mark:
Blood and gore is enough to get this one started too.
Sensation play.
Pain play. Mh- does accidently hurt you a lot but likes whatever you can do to him- hell even spurrs you on with "Pull harder!" or "I've seen you hit harder, is someone trying to tease me?"
Voyeur- does not give the singlest of shits who sees what. Like reallly doesn't care even if someone gets a swatch of nut sack.
Cock Warming (more to tease himself)
Mohawk- Mark:
Canonically has a harem so... be prepared for your pick of lingerie.
Eats like it's a buffet.
Oral kink- both ways ♻️
Watersports.
If you have tattoos he will cry if he gets to see them, has a thing about licking/sucking hickeys over any work you might have.
Likes seeing how far and deep he visually gets in your guts when you go invisible- only perk aside from the ridiculously naughty thoughts when he knows you have to be naked to do your thing. Dude turns himself on. Likes watching the odd bend in his dick if you throat him.
Flaxan- Mark:
Repressed to an extent- has some experience maybe kinda- like those two times not counting the other you. Nothing more than a quick fix in a time he just needed it.
Spitting kink.
Has all sorts of tech, likes to watch how hot he can make you.
Has help in the form of alien vibrators should it get that tragic.
Low key into tying you up.
In a weird situation considering his viltrumite and flaxan blood are constantly at war. it's a murky mix when he has you bent over the ceremonial bed, fucking you like he hates you, when you both know that's not the case.
Prisoner- Mark:
Into dirty talk. but unlike most of the others- the less the better- it's like a slow tease the way he likes. Being couped up in a viltrumite cell for so long and enduring what he had made him more soft when it comes to the flesh.
Cumming at the same time is a must. He will cry steam (those lenses are part of him now 😭)
Fucks you like he's trying to merge.
Power bottom or straight up makes you bounce on it.
Prefers to see you when he makes you cum. Likes it better if you are wearing something of his.
Likes it when you calls him names. He's no choir boy.
Thinking about Invicible variants with a muscular female reader.
Imagine Jade Cargill The women's wrestler or the new Absolute Wonderwoman comics if you search them up, like genuinely muscular and not skinny.
It kinda annoyed me that female viltrumites who were supposed to be an idealised image of peak female human strength didn't have barely any muscles, unlike the males who were unrealistically ripped.
Specifically shiesty, mohawk, viltrumite, lenseless, sinister, omni mark and target.
I'm thinking of a scenario like being a hero sent to them in the invincible war.Thanks!
I genuinely think the same, I don’t mind weak Viltumite reader (when written right and not just “uwu reader smoll” which don’t get me wrong is fine if you like it just not as fun in my opinion.) but I prefer the strong readers, both in terms of emotionally and physically.
I wanted to do both Hero Viltrumite Fem!Reader and Villain Viltrumite Fem!Reader, so some I’ll write as reader being on their side and some not. Also some may contain where reader is weaker in strength to Mark (Reader is still strong tho!)
Update: okay so this has been sitting in my drafts for months I’m so sorry for taking so long anon 😭 I hope I got everyone on your list.
Tw: heavy angst, objectification, implied cannibalism, abusive relationships and author’s best attempt to get close to canon as possible.
Mohawk Mark
Reader could be on either side, but he’d definitely prefer you be on his side. Here’s how I imagine you’d meet him.
“Fuck.” Mark muttered from the several layers of rubble. He’d normally be fine and just get up by busting through the several layers with his strength alone, but Mark from this universe had done some serious damage to him. His left leg was broken, badly. Twisted in several different directions and no doubt shattered. He was in pain. “Fuck. C’mon! Hahah, FUCK WHY CAN’T I MOVE. MOVE.” He whisper-yells at himself, “no no I’m fine. It’s okay, I’m just… tired. I want to stay down.”
As he’s gaslighting himself all of a sudden the rubble that trapped him was lifted off
Before He has a chance to continue his line of thought about how he’s choosing to stay down, the rubble above is lifted off. The light from the sun shines in his eye momentarily before the shade you cast from your body blocking the sun happens. There you stand in all your glory, a viltumite uniform hugs your body and he can see every muscle that doesn’t even have to flex even when you’re holding up probably 20 tons of rubble. Even in pain when his eyes lock on with yours his heart skips a phew beats. “Holy shit.” He mutters looking up at you. “Get up.” Is all you say as you throw the rubble you were lifting away from him and into a building a phew blocks away.
He’s out of his mind as soon as he sees you it’s like a chemical in his brain is just screaming at him to have you. I doubt he’d care about labels to be honest all he has in his mind is that you’re his alone and he deserves you. Doesn’t matter what universe you came from, you have to be his. It’s not that he cares about you per-say but because he simply wants you to display on his arm like ‘This is what I have because I am me and you’re not. I’m better.’ So if that means he has to marry you, date you or something else he’s willing.
If you were to become his, He’d definitely encourage you to continue to exercise but only in front of him. He wants you strong as possible and he also wants to keep you just as you are, he doesn’t want you weak or relaxed. He’ll do things that provoke you and make you unhappy to keep you on your toes, he wants you to be better than him that way he all the more satisfaction of you being his. Although I do think he’ll make demands about what you wear. Anything that shows off your muscles would be his go to but in particular your abs and back muscles, I definitely think he’d demand you wear something super revealing just so that way they’re always in his view.
Viltrumite Mark
Okay UNIQUE OPINION but I think he’d like you 10x more if you were actually NOT on his side. Viltumites are known for conquest and strength is a core element in their system so instead of Reader on his side, I’m choosing to do a Viltrumite reader that’s his enemy, like mark you’re half human and your mother was sent down and basically followed a similar path as Nolan, falling inlove with a human.
Weak. That’s what you were supposed to be like his other variants. You’re a viltrumite with not entirely pure blood like him but you still are attached to earth, unlike him. Your eyes burn like a fire that he could get lost in but he doesn’t because he has to pay attention to where you’re hitting. It’s clear you were trained well from your bruising punches and your toned muscles. “Why are you fighting for a planet that’s only purpose is to be subjected?” He scowls as he lands a firm punch to the side of your face sending you flying back a bit from the force, but it’s not enough to knock you over. “Because it’s my home!” You yell as you fly forward knocking your skull against his nose, breaking it to the point blood quickly comes out. He scoffs touching his nose before looking at the blood “You’re home is on Viltrum.” He grabs your hand as you reach out to punch him again and snapping both your radius and ulna bones in your arm. You scream from the pain and the loud crunch from the breaking, your entire body tensing in pain but you refuse to give in and instead while your kneeling in pain you elbow his foot, making sure to return the painful favour.
Relationships to Viltrumites are for reproduction and occasional amusement. I also don’t know their dating or marriage traditions so I imagine it’s just a “we slept together so now we are married” sort of situation. I also doubt they have divorces so I think no matter how you end up with him, you’re stuck with him (and let’s be real the probably 2+ kids you guys make..)
They WANT their partner to be strong, but I doubt Viltrumite Mark would want you to be as strong as him, so he’ll find some way to make sure you stay in check but keep you strong at the same time. So I imagine he’d be EXTREMELY controlling, when you and how often you exercise, what you wear etc. but also emotionally, I don’t know how but I do imagine this man would find an emotional weak point that makes you attached to him, like you’re desperate for praise? Done, he’ll praise you. Desperate for attention? Done he’ll make sure to always stare at you (like he wasn’t before LOL). You want nice things? Done, he’ll spoil you with the things you want. Anything that keeps you compliant and tame, but I don’t think he’d harm you unless you got too weak (strength and mentality wise).
Sinister Mark
Oh boy, no matter what side you’re on or not he’s just fucking evil. Have you SEEN his crime list? Anyways I think his “affection” towards you would be not eating you immediately in the wasteland dimension. I lowkey would’ve gone darker with this one but I just don’t think it would be right unless it’s a fully angst…
“I’m going to spare you, but let’s be clear it’s only because you are the most tasting looking out of all these fucking losers… and you know save the best for last!” He smiles, a twisted and demented grin that makes your blood run cold as he holds your face in a bruising grip. His eyes running along your body before licking his lips like you were the tasted thing he has seen.
He’d also get “food possessive” over you and anyone who tries to eat you.
“BACK OFF SHES MINE.” Mark yells before crushing another Mark’s face in for trying to eat you. He pauses after doing so, before turning to you and smiling. “Hungry?” He sings-songs, doesn’t matter if you aren’t, he’ll force you to eat anyways.
He may be slightly affectionate? But again not in an actual affectionate way…
“You’re so beautiful and tasty looking… promise you won’t struggle when I eat you, ‘Kay?” He smiles, that grin you’ve come to feel like vomiting when you look at. He’s holding you between his lap while stroking your face, then your upper arms, and then thighs. It’s clear he’s just touching the places he wants to eat the most, it sends a shiver down your spine.
Maybe if you entertain him enough, he’ll spare you because he’s also super bored and you’re the most entertaining thing in a world that’s just empty and full of skeletons. Anyways, I think the reason he’d spare you is because of your muscle funny enough.. a “tougher chew is easier to savour.” He’ll probably say.
I’m terrified of him…
Shiesty Mark
Reader will definitely have to be on his side, I think he’d prefer that. Anyways, I don’t know much about him to be honest and there’s barely anything online about him personality wise but I know he’s chill, probably the top phew in chill town out of these guys. You might actually get a kind of successful relationship out of this one?
“FUCK- my arm!” Mark yells holding his broken arm, That’s what he gets for riling up his other variants. He’s covered in bruises and before he can catch his breath a different Mark comes up behind him, intending to do a sneak attack while Shiesty Mark is preoccupied with his arm. Before the other Mark can do any damage to him, you come flying to him. You block the blow with your hand, a smack sound rings out with the other Mark’s fist hitting your palm. Which causes Shiesty Mark to turn around to see you standing behind him, blocking him from the attack to save him. “Don’t fight. We don’t have time for this, focus on the mission.” You warn all the variants as you look around at each of them.
I think Cupid hit him right then and there. He loves your muscles and when you flex he’ll probably hang off of your upper arm, he might even start doing pull ups. Definitely one to encourage you to do what you want and how you want, but he will be a little bastard about it. “You sure you don’t want to just exercise in bed with me instead? I promise it’ll strengthen your core way more.” He’ll regularly tease if you wake up early to exercise. I think he’d probably send you stupid memes and pick stupid fights. Speaking of fights, he’d definitely be the most pettiest out of all these guys, like he’d randomly bring up how you accidentally broke a mug last week, however if you do the same he’d probably yell at you for doing that.. He’s both a hater and a lover. Mainly a hater but he’s loyal, smart, fearless and despite his hundreds of flaws like his massive ego that he flex’s on you constantly and loudmouth that he uses to constantly talk trash and rage bait you, he’s, in the end, in it for fun.
Lensless Mark
Ooo this guy is interesting because like Viltrumite Mark, I feel like he’d definitely prefer you to not be on his side. He’s a bit of a sadist and masochist so he’d need someone to at least rough him up a bit…
You’re sitting on top of him, punching him like a maniac and he if he was being honest he has never been THIS turned on ever in his entire life from you punching him. You’re back blocking out the sun almost making it like you’re shining with an aura of light around you. A mixture of annoyance dawns across your face as he begins laughing, making you pause mid swing and before you can begin to regret that choice to pause your assault he flips you both and starts striking you too.
“I beat you, you beat me, we are perfect together.” Type of relationship, you guys definitely love sparring with one another. It’s like a love language anywhere anytime. You don’t even need the gym as much from how much you’re sparring. There’s very little comfort in his bruises or your own marks you leave on him, only words after.
“I’m so lucky to be beaten by you, genuinely would rather die than be beaten by someone else.” He whispers smiling at you. You’re both sprawled out on the sparring matt, creating a cozy environment you could almost forget the pain you feel. “You’re a freak.” You mutter back before flipping over to which he whines “oh c’monnnn I say something romantic and you say that?” You laugh in his face at that as you turn over again to look at him. “Romantic? That was not romantic. That was you being a freak masochist and us training like we should, nothing else.” You sigh closing your eyes. “Oh please my beautiful muscled princess it so was when we kissed mid spar admit it.” He grinned as you turn your head around to look at him. “I’m not admitting shit.”
Is he with you because he has fun getting beaten and him beating you? Yes. I think he’d probably lose interest if you stopped trying to kill him, he needs to beat you to near death and he needs you to do the same. He’d also lose interest if you got weaker and did less damage to him. But he also hates it if you get too strong he can’t hurt you either. He loves your muscles and body. All the better to get beaten and to beat with!
Target Mark
Doesn’t matter if you’re muscled or not to be honest, He just “likes” you (likes in quotation because I doubt wanting you to be his personal servant is actual romantic interest) also unlike the others I don’t see a scenario of you saving him or being a hero. He’s just kinda a guy that goes “yep you’re mine now.”
Honestly this one is the reason why I put off this ask for like a month because I couldn’t figure out how to write him at the time, but now I have a vague idea!
If you could go back to a week before and tell yourself to avoid this Mark you would’ve. “YOU! Come here, feed me. NOW.” He yells signalling at you to come, you have to do everything in your power to not punch his lights out, because picking a fight with him is almost a death sentence. “HA! Look at you, so strong but serving me so willingly. All because you’re fucking WEAK, all those damn muscles and you can’t compare. So sad. HAHAHA!” He belts, laughing his head off and you look down frustrated. One day you’ll knock his lights out.
He’ll definitely make sure to do everything in his power to keep you weaker (control gym times, meals etc.), but he’ll also spar a lot with you because he absolutely loves watching you try. He’ll yell and scream at you regularly, demeaning all of your hard work that you’ve done to become as strong as you are and it grinds your gears.
If you ever manage to beat him against the odds, he’d be ENRAGED. He spent all that time making you perfect to the point you wouldn’t beat him but never lose to anyone else and now you’ve won? Death sentence for you if you can’t kill him first.
Omni Mark
100% would want you to be already be a Viltrumite and be on his side.
I’m an imagining a marriage of convenience, he’d marry you for strength alone. So it wouldn’t just be ‘oh yay you’re muscular!’ It would be a requirement. Power is nonnegotiable for him. You’re either strong or he’s eliminating you just like his father taught him, he’s indifferent only admiring you for your strength.
It was a regular sparring session between you two, his punches and kicks were unforgivable. No doubt you’d wake up regularly in the night to tend to your wounds, but you didn’t dare to back down. Don’t dare admit you’re anything less than him. He’s cold and methodical, weakness is not optional. Everything about him was planned, his control seeped into everything. There would be no happy marriage for you both, just creating the next generation of superpowered killing machines. “You seem a bit… off today.” His words are cold as you both pause to take a break. Shoot, was it obvious? You give your signature empty smile, a smile that never reached your eyes “I must be a bit tired today considering I’m off my game.” You reply. He mimics you almost mockingly, “I hope you’re not getting weaker.” It’s almost clinical. You hope your heartbeat hasn’t picked up the fear swallowing you whole. He has super senses after all and would pick it up easily. You shake your head at his words, not trusting yourself to give a reply. “Good darling.” Is all he says as he walks away and you swore such a loving nickname never felt more like a threat.
Good luck ever getting a happy marriage out of this guy. The only affection you’ll ever get is cold compliments about your power and strength, sometimes his hand on your shoulder when you do something right, dinners in silence and maybe some equally cold children. You’ll probably find yourself having to regularly make excuses to train alone because you’re so afraid of even struggling in front of him, it’s like a predator waiting for it’s prey to slip up and expose a perfect opportunity to strike.
Sometimes you swear all you see in your future is you breaking down and begging for rest, for an opportunity to be vulnerable. To be weak. But you won’t do that because you know that’ll be the last thing you ever do. So for now you train and get stronger and bask in the empty compliments he gives.
A son. You gave birth to a son. No doubt Mark is pleased from the way he looks over at the child in your arms. “Is he healthy?” Is all he asks, to which you only nod. “Good. I’m sure he’ll grow into an excellent warrior with our genes. I’ll give you some time to rest. I’ll ask the doctor when we will be able to have the next.” He replies before he leaves the room and you have to bite back a sob. There’s no worried check-ins on you, no holding you comfortingly at night and you wondered if you should have spared your child from being born, all so they could avoid having such a man as a father.
A lot of people think hate is the opposite of love, but even hate means you care. Indifference means even if you felt like you were dying someone could just shrug it by.
That’s the type of man Omni Mark is, cruelly indifferent.
So you aren’t completely depressed, Here’s Regular Mark
Even if you aren’t on his side at first, it’s okay in the end you won’t help but be on his side.
"Can't we just talk about this?!" He yells as you throw an entire hill at him. Threw him off a bit but didn't seem to do much, "No." You respond coldly before your fist comes flying at him, but he dodges just as quick. "Why not?!" He squeaks. "Because I don't want to." You answer just as cold as before. His own fists come and collide with your face but you don't stop, just spit out the blood before he goes in for another shot. You shoot out fast and kick him down into the earth creating a crater in the soil. You stand above him triumphantly as he flips himself over, "Give in Invincible. This will only end in bloodshed-" he kicks your legs out before you can say any more. It was a battle that neither of you could predict, your strength being almost exactly equal.
During the battle you both make a bet whoever loses has to do what the other says and despite your confident attitude you somehow lost to him. Of course he asked you to stop trying to colonize earth. You listened mainly because you're so desperate for a rematch, it was the first someone has ever been able to best you. You even help fend off the other vincible variants for that reason alone, no one would get between you and your new toy.
You spent practically every day with him, even staying at his home just to nag him about a rematch and training together. It was only a matter of time until he finally noticed how you're not only gorgeous but insanely ripped.
It started when he tried to get you a hero suit and when you tried to flex, the clothing completely broke around your bicep.
Mark swore in that moment he had never been more attracted and more scared in his life, swallowing a lump in his throat that felt uncharacteristically dry as he looked at your skin tight suit that seemed superglued to every muscle on your body especially your abs. "Can... we possibly get you a looser suit?" He asks nervously as you stare at him. "What? No. A loose suit could prevent me from winning in our next match." You scowl, to which Mark rolls his eyes. "I'm not having a rematch with you?" He answers to which you smirk, "scared of losing Marky?" you taunt as you go to flex, only for your suit to completely rip off your bicep, thigh and torso. You swore you never laughed so hard when you heard Mark yelp and cover his face.
Honestly he just gets nervous when he sees any muscle on you, at first you thought he was afraid but once he unceremoniously told you do you have any idea how crazy hot you are?' you realized he was nervous for entire different reason.
And once you start dating he never is sparse with the comments, both on your strength and your beauty. He is smitten as the word and if you one day get stronger than him, he doesn't care honestly he's just happy he doesn't have to worry about accidentally hurting you like everyone else.
He's the type of man even though he's definitely not perfect he won't let you down. He won't leave you fearfully at any moment he'll hurt you, he won't leave you wondering at night what love is.
And when you both eventually get married and if you decide to have children and/or pets he'll make sure you never not know what being happy ever felt like.
You weren't friends per se. More of, we're in the same friend group. Every time you were one-on-one were awkward, if not outright annoying bc the guy would show you guro and laugh when you turn away.
Which would've been fine If you didn't turn into a vampire. Either because you encountered a vampire, or got kidnapped and experimented on, or maybe even had some vampire blood from an old relative. Wherether it was, that hunger was only quenched when you bit into people's bloodstream.
Which, again, didn't change you that much. But each time the hunger got unbearable, you needed to always evade his attempts to show you gross stuff. Both because it triggered a certain response(salivating, aggression spikes, wanting to punch Mark. You do dislike him, but that's all it is, dislike. You don't hate the guy even if he's annoying) You thought you did good job in acting inconspicuous.
But that's the important part, you thought that. It wasn't true.
The truth was, Mark noticed instantly when his best friend started avoiding him, never meeting under sun, and skipping meals when u did grace the friend group. Which annoyed it. Immensely. It's rare he meets people(offline) who would share his... thirst for violence. You weren't one of them, but you didn't outright tell him to stop and didn't try to beat him up when you showed the first thousand videos - which is good enough for him. But now you ARE avoiding him, and you DO tell him to stop.
So Mark chooses to take the situation in his own hands. He breaks into your house. At night. At full moon. On peak of your hunger. You were preparing and looking through convicts and what might be the closest so you could at least act like you doing public service by drinking peoples blood dry.
But instead you smell someone's blood, someone's blood and sound of broken glass. Just a second ago you thought your hunger wasn't that bad - but next you're climbing on walls and staring at a intruder. Before you notice yellow hoodie and a grin ashe pulls out piece of glass out of his arm. "What are you doing here??" You stand down, keeping distance. But Mark notices you staring at his arm. "You kept ignoring my links, i hoped you actually killed yourself so i could post a video or something. Oh well, you seem to be alive." His grin gets brighter in a dim lightning, moonlight accentuating the red drops on yellow background. Gods you're so hungry.
And then you bite. And you bite hard. His powers didn't seem to have woken up until then. You bit just seconds before his powers woken up. Seconds. Do you know how crazy it is?
You felt how his skin got sturdier, his muscles flex and catching under your fangs breaking a small part of it off, (the hitch in his breath wasn't from powers you're sure of that). You feel his heartbeat speed up under in your mouth, which wasn't unusual, neither was even moaning and melting in your arms. Scooping up by his waist, one hand gripping his elbow and smothering blood over his clothes as you forget about control.
But he doesn't die after a few minutes. It seemed that his blood didn't just stop. His skin didn't dry out either. When your brain stopped being foggy, you finally dispatched from his neck. "How are you still alive?" You move him to your couch as he mumbles some words you genuinely can't tell what they meant. You feel bad for biting him, even if he's an intruder, so you quickly go take a medkit, but when you return, there's no bite mark. And Mark pulled out some more glass from his elbow.
"Canm you bite mee againmm?" He slurs his speech and you're not sure he's not fucking with you. "No." "But pleeeeaseee! Or ill tell everyone else you killed those guys." Your eye twitches. But when you try to bite him, you feel like you're trying to bite rock. From two of you Mark was more disappointed.
....
Some time has passed since then. You became best friends and Mark practically lives with you now, refusing to leave in the morning because "but i live too far away and so tired after whole night!" He acts like you had a one night stand and you wish you did because it WOULD be only one night. But instead he now helps you hunt criminals and even bring them to you.
He once tried to eat one of them on the way home just to getting licked his face all over by you bc he smothered his face in a corpse. Accidentally or not, its gonna happen again. And again. And again. He does it all the time now. Both of you pavloved each other to make out after each hunt. And both of you start some sort of vampire-viltrumite coven, or something close to it. Do you know rules of covers? No. Is there more than two people in it? Not yet.
Crime rates are in your city is low now, criminally low, painfully low. Cecil noticed. Wherether he was responsible for you getting experimented on, or he knows what vampire turned you - he will attempt to recruit you. And if you go Mark will go too. Congrats on getting your hungry rampage sponsored! Bad news, reanimen is weaker after getting their blood drained.
Mark will get jealous if you go hunting alone without him. He will turn wherether person into nothing and then stab himself so you can drink only HIS blood, if you don't want to lick it off of dirty floor. And you don't. Or at least I hope you're not gonna do that or he will just hold your head to his injury until you drink it.
This is just a small blurb, I don't think I will ever write a full fic so I'm posting my ideas. If you use my idea, please give me credit :3 I did write a fic about main mark with the yan!reader concept!
Lenseless Mark who bullies reader, he is sick of just seeing her never express any kind of emotion. He thinks it's boring and not fun, he craves for her to show some kind of emotion besides indifference. Reader is used to people coddling her, never being harsh and always gentle. Now she loves when Mark bullies her, she looks forward to it every day. She hates the weekends because it's less time with Mark so she goes to his work sometimes so he can subtly bully her. Reader barely masks her excitement every time he hurts her. Over time the blank mask slips and he can see her eyes sparkle. A small smile on her lips and the way her body shudders. He can't help but be intrigued and want to unlock more reactions. They both basically become yanderes for each other. If anyone messes with reader Mark makes sure to kill them and if anyone tries to mess with Mark, Reader kills them. They can't stand to be away from each other which ends in them having very rough and sloppy sex together. At the end they both start dating and while the relationship is toxic as fuck, it's a match made in hell <333
YOUR WRITING IS SOOOO GOODDD can i req the variants with pregnant!reader who’s still out hero’ing please!!
You like my writing? (｡•́ ̫ •̀｡)
Also I am a little neurodivergent soo are you asking for variants with Main Mark's Pregnant Reader out heroing the fuck up?
if not please let me know if you had a different idea in mind :) Here you go
Warning becauseeee the variants of OG mark are canonically evil af- I will slap a 'slightly dark theme' sticker over this- mini random plots too. kinda had fun with this one :) swearing and sexual talk
Variants w/ Main Mark's Pregnant Hero:
(Mark told you not to go out and rest during an event/disaster/attack/invasion, you are not a pussy- The variants are surprised in both ways to see you...both)
Emperor- Mark:
It was a slap in the face when he sees you- alive, healthy.... eyes lower-......... pregnant..... in a hero costume........ in the air.... powers? Hits him like a midnight freight train. Like getting smacked by a giant 'what if' because the deja vu he sees breaks almost at the same time.
You better hope Mark comes.
He now plans to take you back with him. the baby in your belly is a set back- even if it was from him- just not technically, because technically the person who buttered your oven was getting his ass handed to him by the others to know you were out here. Perfect and less work for him. He could work with that- accept the child as his own, he could always put another one in there. It was only fair considering you had saw fit to conceive with the lesser version of himself. He decided you would make a nice addition to his bed.
Will not stop coming after you, no matter how much damage you could do in your condition, finds it disrespectful you are flying away from him after you knocked him on his ass. That did nothing for his self image.
Viltrumite- Mark:
With his viltrumite nature he does not hold back- that's why when his target- this version of himself- shouted your name? looking over his shoulder as if he was not about to crack another set of bones. Hearing you however, scream back to get his attention (perhaps off of the one he was about to pummel) he is both stunned and curious. He understands from how much your belly sticks out that you will not be on the field. It doesn't matter what your power is (unless you are invisible) he is taking you somewhere out of the way. Like getting babied by a brick wall. Mark completely forgotten and screaming to get up and go after. Another sign that he was not worthy of you.
See's it as a set back but still he hasn't moved from his watchful eye on you- daring you not to get up. "Fighting is not conductive for a pregnant mother" - "Then call this off" - "I cannot, but my section is now unpopulated as agreed, you will stay here until I hear word."
Ever been watched over by a villain who see's you as weaker, still likes you but treats you like you are a child? Doesn't tell you off on behalf of mark- hell no. He would do that himself, just not the way you think. When the others round up on main mark, he would be there, holding you- watching, commenting to spurr the others on. He prefers you sleeping, resting- none of this hero nonsense, not now. Part of him wishes to see you at full power but that will not happen for a good while. Save yourself the trouble and stop stressing yourself or the baby out.
Sinister- Mark:
Hm. not sure what to make of this..
Part of him cringes figuring out the softer version of himself of this dimension had went the human route of life- get the girl and get her pregnant, but the house and marriage wouldn't come that was for fucking sure.
He wanted you more so than the baby, but he wasn't completely cruel. If you begged him hard enough, he'd let you keep it, but this man is not father material and you kind of know that, it's scary to you how different this man wearing your boyfriends face was to your Mark.
You better be ready to get the fuck out the way, Sinister will try and 'play' with you for a while until either the other variants catch wind or Main Mark shows up (like a good boyfriend)
And like a good predictable boyfriend he does inevitably catch sight of your (f/c) costume- takes one look at who you are avoiding before he turns into a bullet. The disappointment that you disregarded his warning could wait for later- when you were both safe *so he could rightfully tell you how silly were being for putting yourself and the little one in danger, then to tell off Cecil for not telling him you left. Sinister however had other ideas.
"Here comes the lover- how pathetic" - "So you got y/n knocked up like a good little soldier huh?" - Oh sorry did I not mention Sinister is too viltrum coded to really process love? he knows from his timeline, that viltrumites were dying off like a shitty phone battery. The repopulation efforts- basically non existant given the rate.
You better hope Mark wins this, or Sinister gets distracted and fucking boosts. Although maybe it's best that you sit this out. Seeing your Mark only just handle what this guy gave out, was enough to tell you that your silly human powers would be nothing more than a tickle compared to the feral man in the sky painting abstract art with your boyfriend's blood.
Omni- Mark:
He wanted to rip Mark's head off his shoulders. What was he thinking. Letting you, an Y/N of this universe, clearly pregnant from the taught bump hidden under the spandex of your hero costume out in danger. It was not a relief to discover you had powers, alarming to see that you had been allowed on field in that condition- stopping his heels from crashing down upon the high rise building still occupied with stragglers, the unfortunate- who didn't see the news or with conditions already tipping them into unfavourable standings against the brutality.
Angstom had been lacking in details regarding what was in it for them if they helped ruin this world's Mark Grayson- only that this Y/N was his girlfriend (clearly more from the faint heartbeat harmonizing with yours) and he wasn't mad that he got the alternative love of his life pregnant- no. that was okay, it was that the idiot left you alone. It seemed all Y/N's were stubborn, he knew you might have twisted his arm a little but if it HAD been him- he'd have tied you down if he saw even a sniff of that spark in you.
Which is what he did. Eventually. Okay after a bit of trying to bargain and insist you sit this out in safety (okay after you looked tired and the baby was playing trampoline with your bladder)- but still you tried to take him down. Big sigh. You posessed powers, could fly but you were still no match for the man he became.
Flaxan- Mark:
To say it was strange was like saying one should drink from the toilet. First he was breaking into the GDA, blasting and punching holes through sentient targets who thought they could take him down. Then just as he's just about to have his head crushed by the GDA's metalic attack "dogs" he see's a face he never thought he'd see again. You. You who seemed to not realize what was going on here as you screamed for Cecil to call them off, calling him by his given name. Strange. When they move he see's why you might be a little antsy to get the danger away from him- not that he'd ever admit he was close to dying by the creations of human hands, lesser beings.
Pregnant?.. Looking at him with such worry and panic, like he hadn't just watched his father free your head from your body. The sole reason he had a mental break and oppressed the weaker side of his heritage in Flaxan.
Cecil's voice in your ear, not the slightest bit subtle tells you he is not the man you thought he was in the earpiece he most definitely heard. He hid his disappointment when that look he adored vanished to horror, confusion and then determined- to kill.
He stuns you before you could even try- not because he is cruel, because he still respected you enough in this dimension to not fuck up your life like he had previously. He didn't want to risk hurting you, more so learning that you weren't exactly fit to be out defending an attack involving all of them- the assholes who took Angstroms deal and the ones currently making finding a safe spot inconvenient to say the least.
Better hope he doesn't find Mark, or that Mark goes looking for you. This universe's Mark clearly couldn't be trusted seeing as you had been doing more than just 'light exercise.'
Mohawk- Mark:
Would low key be psychotic enough to taunt Mark whilst the fight is going on. Spouting as many one liners he thought sounded cool whenever you weren't distracted by the others to step in.
"No fuckin' way" initial surprise shoots to little "What the fuck"s to "I see you couldnt resist this handsome mug even in this dimension" to straight up leering- straight up forgetting that you had powers and that this was not the time and the place.
When Main Mark shows up, thats when shit hits the fan. Where Mark holds back, Mohawk just doesn't and it's more evident with how many times he punched/swung/kicked your Mark into something that always produced a new sickly crack and a groan so poorly hidden for your benefit.
Full on taunting Main Mark so hard that when he finally lands that sickening crack on either side of his lesser version's head, saw the blood gush from an identical nose once straight, he turns his taunts to you. Unless you are still fighting something/the others/helping a rando civvy get out of the way.
He really doesn't hide how much he likes the look of you all glowing and healthy- the fact that the baby would look like him is another little thing he nudges- no, pokes at.
Lenseless/ No Goggles- Mark:
Genuinely lost for words- a first! it's like watching a strange pantomime where he had played house. The only thing he takes from this is you had sex, makes pregnant puns, asks really out there shit. "So babe, if you burp does that mean the baby farted?" - "Babeeeeeeeee If I fucked you, would you have twins?" Delusion Lala land, like being stuck in a well of echoing brain rot.
It seemed the you of this dimension had a penchant for just avoiding his ass, deeming him to be the worst of the others you could try fighting off, although the other you had liked him enough to be F w/ benefits. Good luck trying to lose him, he acts like the devastation is some sort of foreplay. Likes to remind you who got you pregnant through the medium of negging.
The moment another variant tries to attack you though? he becomes like an attack dog, knowing you could only handle so much, but he wanted to see what you could do too but how was he going to do that if one of the others damages you before he can get what he wants. "Hey! that was rude, you didn't even use full power? No matter~" you ever seen a person get squashed top to bottom like a tomato? well now you have.
Prisoner- Mark:
The hospital's emergency lights cast eerie red streaks across his scarred face, highlighting his intimidating expression, nothing inherently special about the place, just that invincible was really trying to draw him way, cute. But no can do. He wasn't leaving until EVERYTHING on his end was done.
He had been drawn here the moment this dimension's mark tried just a little bit too hard to keep the place from tumbling. Maybe it was spite, or fate but you had stopped him from crumbling the place. Not a patient.. no. your attire told him you were a hero, perhaps trying to stop him? hey.. you looked a little more... oh wow. Straight up asks. "Are you...?" gestures towards your midsection like an amateur mime to fill in what he seemed to have difficulty verbalizing. "Pregnant, yes? it still won't stop me from punting my boot up your crusty ass."
Might.. might stop beating up on your boyfriend who was stuck between a wall and a hard place literally. This version was stronger, a screw loose. He however? like most fights- tried to take the damage away from you as if the scarred variant had made a move on you (quite the opposite- he was actively telling you to get away from the wreckage- all the while deterring you from getting involved using the handy dandy ability he and his variants shared like the original: flight.) You could be mad at him on the ground whilst he took care of this dimension's Mark. He will forget your powers until you start shooting energy beams with the palms that had been gesturing frantically upwards. Ah so that's why you wore that costume. Likes that you are strong but doesn't treat you like the enemy much to you and your boyfriends slight horror.
HII can i req the invincible variants with reader who had telekinesis powers?
Heyo! yes anony you can :) I have formatted it like a headcannon, If you want Fic kind of formatting please let me know -`♡´-
FYI I work remotely, keep em coming
Slight warning: suggestive/NSFW wording
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Emperor- Mark:
Of course..... of course you had to be powered, is all he thinks the moment you threw a bus at him without touching it. He might have found it impressive, if he hadn't had the foresight to chop the airborne load in half.
Petulant as fuck the moment you try and attack him- even if he was in the middle of 'clearing' traffic. Basically the moment you attack is the moment he has a fit. Hates that you think you can just attack him with no consequences, even if he had came here with a purpose in mind- You.
IS rough. Will Manhandle you if he gets his hands on you and if you would just stop fucking launching shit at him like makeship torpedos, he is good at dodging but when you bitch slap him with an army of windows/rubble/benches/fences/- shit will get real, quick.
"You dare to try and harm your husband, you are more foolish than perhaps I remember"
Doesn't mind if you use your telekinesis on the other variants, just not him.
Viltrumite- Mark:
Finds them.. interesting. Whilst standards had been drilled into him (literally) at a young age-
Always aware of what you might try, makes a conscious effort to heard you away from things that could do some level of damage because the last thing he needed was you getting creative and him having to retaliate. Humans are fragile afterall.
Would highlight the importance of not using your powers the very moment he is able to herd you alone and away from the others. It's like reasoning with a brick wall. There was no way in hell you were going to let any of them near you, let alone the one that didn't show his cards as well as the others. He makes a point of being hard to read. Doesn't really help himself with that one. The harder it is the easier it is for him to hold the reigns.
"We both know you are getting weaker. When the time comes and you have nothing left, I shall return- until then think about what you have done" - Confusing right? why not just kill you on the spot, why wait it out? no one else got that privelage right?? well unless it's life or death- he will put up with you trying to get away with your mild tricks, but can you not just accept that he hasn't tried to kill you?
Omni-Mark:
The very moment he makes an appearance, makes himself known, he will assume you are not powered. Good. Treat you as if you were any normal human with no abilities.
That all went out the window when he tries to take you. instead of a mass in his arms, he is flying backwards in a giant mega mental push and cracking into buildings like they are lego. As long as you are okay with the consequences for trying to flatten him.
He either going to knock your ass out, or try his damn best so you don't try using your abilities so willy nilly with him, that was the last thing he needed if he was successful in what he came to this dimension for.
"You are only wearing yourself out at this point, that's good, get it all out" - Can't help but talk to you with a hint of unintended condescension, to him you were still a fragile human afterall even if your fight had died down to merely just closing doors just shy of in his face.
Sinister- Mark
Loves it, sees your little attacks as love taps- and a challenge (this guy is about as stable as a melted bendy ruler)
But if it gets really dark..... he may or may not have to find a way to limit your proverbial wings. If you try him hard enough- may threaten to paralyze you or atleast threaten some...
"Returning the favor" - proceeds to throw a house at you. It does nothing but weigh on your brain like a shitty sieve, reeling to stop it before he really could crush you- if that's what he was really going for and not using that to get around your little bubble you protected because your life was more on the line than your fathers fishing trip.
May or may not enjoy you using them during 'play fights' but his version of a play fight is not quite so sweet and innocent, especially if he gets you through a portal courtesy of the all brains dumbass that trusted them to uphold their end of the deal like good little soldiers.
Lenseless/No goggles- Mark:
This guy loves it. Throw more shit at him! it's like a one sided game of target practice and battle ship except said target gives running commentary like "Almost got me! try harder, you can do it" giving it all bloody smiles as you make use of his body like a pin ball. It didn't do too much, and the fucker was treating it like a rollercoaster ride with hands holding broken fingers lifted high as you send him back first into a metal beam for the 5th time since he had been able to find you again.
"Again Again Again Again Againnnnnn"
Probably isn't trying to wear you out btw, just gets bored a lot after most of the destruction had been and done. now there was you! he was having so much fun getting acquainted, bruised and yapping your ear off like a golden retriever.
100% will ask if you can telekinetically jerk him off- won't stop hyperfixating on that request.
Mohawk Mark:
Probably going to have mixed feeling about it. on one hand, you had a little extra zest in this dimension, and boy were you giving him a challenge. He half didn't mind punching through whatever you felt compulsed to silently send objects (not to but AT) him like he was a damn planet. It's cool and all but he's totally bursting through the tightly crushed vehicular cocoon you so lovingly made for him.
"Take the hint!" - "and the hint is you so want me baby" ...
Low key finds it hot you can do so much damage without getting your hands dirty, but for the love of all that is unholy- stop trying to turn him 2d, he can't finish what he came to do if you keep distracting him!
Another one of the "freaky sexual shit" when it comes to figuring out your powers. wants to know if you cum harder when you are fixing on something.
Flaxan Mark:
He is strong, experienced, has tech and all sorts on his body- but what good where they when the alternate love of his life just send them all flying with the flick of their head??? At first he is thinking maybe you had some tech- maybe you were involved in something the other you wasn't in his dimension. but that is quickly rule out quick. Powers, huh? he knows it's all you but not you at the same time. His you was only human- good at mild combat but nothing quite like this when it came to abilities. It is both enthralling because you were stronger here- but bittersweet because you know, he was here to wreck the place and take you back with him all whilst dodging versions of him who had similar ideas once they find out you exist.
Still confused as he's assessing, staking out, but realizes quick just how you were pulling that off and making him resort to childish tricks because you were not about to stop now.
Knows once you get burnt out- that he is good as gold. Humans always had a threshold, it was just finding out where yours was.
"you really didn't think I wouldn't just wait it out? guess even the new you has limits I see." Captain obvious.
Prisoner Mark:
Unexpected, for sure. he didn't remember you with this distinctive ability. All this guy knows is he's going to have a tough time, okay not tough in the beaten up kind of sense because (cough cough viltrumite torture) but in the convincing you to stop telekinetically snapping his limbs. Doing a shitty job of trying to appear harmless- whilst floating above a wreckage so bad your eyes watered in irritation at the smoke, whilst he welcomes the hot embrace.
Thinks you shouldn't be out here, trying to stop them (regardless if you are in a team/solo or just a powered who saw shit go DOWN and had to play hero.) Regardless of your abilities and how you sent Sinister head first into long field- an unconventional flower foaming at the mouth the very moment he plucks himself out- just so Prisoner would have to get involved just to try and show you he was not a threat.
This guy does not want to hurt you, and will intervene when he can during the war, but he can't be in two places at once right? He is probably one of the only ones to tell you where the other variants were- okay so maybe he gave it up when you tried to shoot a knife between his melted on lenses. Genuinely tries to appear as an ally, but not really.
The very moment you trust him enough, he's taking you- doesn't want to quell your powers but knows that where he's taking you will be fine enough if you felt the need to vent your frustrations.
At most if you get too wild for him to handle, he might feel tempted to offer more privelages in lieu of you venting your frustrations somewhere contained rather than at the lovely living space he had found you both. Sounds like such a bitch when he's like "I understand you are not happy yet, let me take you to a ground I scouted for you to destroy if it makes you feel better?" It's not the ground you want to destroy, and he knows this.
Invincible Variants - Smutty Drabbles (based on kink HC's)
That's a wrap folks. Finally getting to write about the kink post
In other words, work is slow and I got bored
Some Comfort... dome dubcon... some violence
Edit- Mohawk's mixtape mentioned in question riiiiight here
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Emperor- Mark:
"As I was saying, The species appears non threatening from the reports sent in." His right hand man's voice in your ears didn't help. He had cuffed your hands to either side of his fancy arm chair as the verbal meeting took place. When your legs grew tired, he gave you a look that spoke volumes of what would happen if you stopped. He mutes himself after saying just enough to to confer with the reports. "Don't give me that look. I'm not the one who made a scene in the hallways. I don't care if your legs hurt- you've earned it." His hips canted up insistently, stuffing the lonely few inches back inside your warm depths, his balls pressing tightly to the crevice of your stinging sweat soaked cheeks. you were a mess, but not that bad of a mess to beg him to let you rest- he had taken two meetings since the 'punishment.' he clicks himself back off mute when you get the clear hint and force yourself to grind against it. He only begins considering the implications from his right hand man when he figures you know better than to make a fuss or a peep. It was another way he got to punish you. Until the call was over, you would not be allowed to cum, let alone make a noise.
The times you did get close, he pinched your clit, producing a muffled barely audible squeal- it took sheer willpower to cull the venom you wanted to spit for the nip. He's let you cum eventually but it seemed like he was dragging this out. The chains of the cuffs attaching your wrists to the arm rests dug in as your legs gave out. he tuts, re-adjusts you, ruts upwards in a burst, repeat. You would learn.
Viltrumite- Mark:
The very first time he had you where he wanted you, in his bed- mewling so sweetly for his cum- something he came to find he liked more than he would admit. He had had a hard week, not that he would let you in on that one either. He left work at the doorstep, much like his father had done with his mother. It was simpler that way, and this? was his stress relief. This week he had asked to try out a new position, he looked every bit as awkward behind the self imposed mask as he cupped your hips and watched you chew your lip under him. Your approval was enough to set him alight. Instead of the pillow usually used to keep your hips up for him and aiding in him reaching that oh so special spot.
Sliding back in to warm himself back up, he let out the lightest of all sighs. When his pelvis finally met your backside- he pressed into it with a deep and low groan. The sounds vibrated against the empty space of the minimalist bedroom. The windows fogging up after a while. Leaning over you, he lets you feel him for just a second. circling his hips produced a gasp and a little wiggle into him. burying your hands in the covers he pulls out, delivering himself fully. "I think this will suffice" Code word for he was liking his little suggestion if the little hitch you heard was anything to go by. Where he found about mating press, you didn't know, but didn't ask- enjoying what he was doing to you. Leaving you feeling simultaneously full and empty, too quick, too deep- a fat cockhead edging against that special little spot only he knew how to reach so efficiently. You are a negative bobble head the moment he asks if you wanted him to stop, not realizing you were seizing in his arms, not to stop but for more. when he cums he' pressed your legs further into your shoulders and drapes himself in the space- kissing at your babbling lips.
Omni- Mark:
Caresses your belly gently, thumb gently teasing your clit as he rolled himself upwards. Long, Languid and completely unrushed. Unhurried. He doesn't hide the fucked out grin when you need to bite at the pillow, yet he hears it all the same. Third, followed by the fourth load still stuffed up where he needed it to be. His palm hugs the outline in your belly, just the right angle to really feel it.
You're gone, lost to the world, pussy throbbing uselessly and unbearably sensitive. Insides reminiscent of a cream donut. He liked that look of bliss on your face, you didn't need to worry about a thing, he'd handle it, like always. "Is my baby done for the night?" He asks, tempted to push for another 'deposit' yet he knows better than to push you further when all you can do is mewl for a break. Obliging, he lifts you, letting his soaked cock slap against the taut expanse of his stomach as he readjusts you to look at him, his thumb nudges your chin upright, eyes meeting yours and he melted for just a second. He always liked watching you, watching you react to what he was doing to you. The truth was he meant it when he told you he thought you trully were made for him, but again- unlike the other times- you hadn't finished him, so he asks. "Will my baby take care of me?" gaze soft, dick twitching. Evidently, you weren't quite as done as he thought, hearing you hum a soft, "Mhh hm." He smiles. "and will you use that sweet little mouth and tongue on me?" Your hand, the slow push off to lower before him already told him what he needed. He watches down his nose- pleased and lovestruck as you lick at him, suckling along the length before just taking him. He almost forgot. "Angle your hips" He didn't want any leaking out.
Lenseless- Mark:
"C'mon they didn't see!" He says, heaving your legs higher up to your shoulders, holding you like a damn front pack. he licked the tears rolling absently down your flushed visage. The cool chill of the night air licked at your most intimate of places, lenseless either didn't care for the cold or straight up liked it licking at his balls as he punches upwards, sending you both upwards in the air a notch like a fucked up game, literally using that all too familiar super strength. "They did, they did!" You insist yet choke when his pelvis slapped your ass, chin falling with another grunt into the night air.
This hadn't been the first time it happened either. The way things had been going, it hadn't exactly been hard for him to bend you over the nearest object and just do at it till your both a panting sweaty mess. IF you were lucky, sometimes he wouldn't be covered in bodily fluids or congealed bodily matter- he got excited a lot. "Woahhh fuck. You're squeezing me so tight." Not even trying to hide his sadistic delight. Your drooling cunt obliged. The noises didn't help, wet and loud enough.
You had just begun to lose feeling in your legs when he finally gave you something to sit on, take the pressure of- his tilted lap. Cockhead kissed cervix. "Heyy AhAhhdeeep!!" he had just done it to get the last few inches DEEP, deep. So deep it arched your spine to meet the fullness plunging snug, deep and filling you achingly to tears.
"You held out longer last time babe" he licked the sweat from your temple when you tried tapping out, chewing your earlobe as he rutted harder. He really hadn't came yet? It's like he could see the dread on your face, through the multi-long stretched orgasms he was pulling from you like he was the damn puppet master. he lives to see you squirm, squeal, scream- the three S's of your relationship.
Mohawk- Mark:
Your boyfriend was a weird one. "Uh uh" He pulls you back into his face, licking the point of his tongue into the crevice of the little squeezing hole he loved so much, his nose nuzzled your clit in a cutesy eskimo kiss. he embraced your hips harder, moaning into you. "F-F-Fuck!!" He watched your face screw up, the way your mouth opened only to close, and open again, a moany, stuttering mess for him. He could die alive, drowning in your cunt, but he couldn't resist. The hitch in your breath followed by that off-guard squeal, making his hips rut harder against the bed, teasing himself. His tongue swirls around your cute little nub, upwards, downwards, repeat, oh you were too busy clutching at the bed and his hand on your hip to think, but he was low key unimpressed you didn't catch on that he was just spelling his name into you, taking all the credit.
"Look at you..." his fingers split you open to give him a lovely view, followed by his dick. He was nothing if not a man determined. Flipping you onto your front, he guides the pillow to your mouth and finally lets himself feel the main event, where he wanted to be above all else. Reverently he eases his tip in, watching you stretch nicely around it. It wasn't long before the bed was slamming into the wall, his hands holding you steady as he railed you like a man starved, wet lewd claps echoing to the pace of whatever new punk shit mix tape he had brought with him. He held off, growling into your ear, egging you on, feeding off your muffled whimpers and moans stuffed into the pillow. You couldn't breathe but by fuck you didn't seem to give a shit. With the right angle, he jackhammers that spot carefully, feeding his cock into you, his hand trails downwards and lightly circles your clit, rutting into you. he wanted it. he knew you could do it. he knew he could make it happen. when he feels you clamp down on his intrusion, massaging him rythmically, he chews hickeys down your spine, you tense, he doesn't stop. Not even arthur could pull his sword out, You just- his lap..was.. soaking... "did you?"... you did! you fucking squirted on him. "Another one, I aint stopping till the mattress needs tossing"
Sinister- Mark:
Breathing came in stuttered puffs. He was actively hunting you, giving you hope, just at the very last minute to pounce like the monster he was. His teeth find your neck, biting down. HARD. The split cherry red skin nothing compared to the scream that tore from your throat, the vibrations massaging his gums. You can't hit him, he has you down and terrified. It's like a twisted opera just for him and you saw that in the brief glimpses in your peripherals of the matted unruly hair usually slicked back, the blood on his cheeks was more interesting. he pulls back. His relaxed expression on his partially masked face felt more unsettling. The lack of eye contact deafeningly quiet, yet his bloodied mouth still ran. "Thought you could outsmart me, did you?" One crack and he bend your hand back at an unnatural angle, a mere warning- that he could have done or do worse. Despite the broken state of your pulsing wrist, he took delight in unbuttoning the top you wore, sliding his gloved hands down your front- knowing full well if you weren't as terrified that you might have spat at him like before, but that was the thing. "You've been bad, I can see it in the way your little heart races at what I might do to you. You should be scared." His fingers slipped down your jeans- a slow nerve wracking trail devoid of the big tease, leading to him feeling the hot flesh of your gummy cunt in his palm. "Very bad. You're probably thinking, this" The squeeze of hand on cunt earning him a choked involuntary gasp. "Will save you, but only you can decide that" He says as if he hasn't said the same thing over and over only to not put you out of your misery.
His palm lets you breathe for a fragment before a rough finger pushes it's way inside the searing heat of your clenching tunnel, you could choke- you could cry but you couldn't beg the enemy even if he had taken you as a glorified trophy wife. your spine shook when he pulsed within, see-sawing fingertip to knuckle until a gooey trail began to coat the very same tormenting hands of his. Pumping with intent to drive you over- make you- "Cum on my fucking fingers, that's your apology. Right now or I will hurt you elsewhere" his pinky slipped, just teasing a touch against clenched ring. You bucked- didn't say anything, knowing it would spurr him on if you reacted, yet you tried to meet his pace. Your momentary defeat at his hands yet again, he had never threatened your ass before, he wouldn't be gentle- thus you try your damn hardest to just let go.
Flaxan- Mark:
Hours upon hours you waited. He had promised he'd be back within the hour, only said hour had slowly creeped up and then some. The vibrator buzzing insistently against your entrance worked you up to tears by the time the door finally opened again. "Did someone learn their lesson yet?" his voice was every bit as condescending as it was unintentional- he still had issues understanding human limits, but it's very clear from your flushed cheeked, glazed eyes and messy mouth that you had reached, potentially gone past the limit. He couldn't bring himself to hurry up and turn off the teasing device he had stuffed into you. He had never seen your entrance so... sopping.... you had soaked the panties he had put on you before he had left. great, with his pocket knife, he kneeled one leg on the bed and cut each side of your panties to reveal the pinky creamy mess of your cunt stretched around the device, the purple handle keeping your cunt excited for him. He wasn't a man of many word, most not pretty but fuck if he had a hard time disguising how excited the sight pleased him. "Are you ready for me now? ready to apologize?" It comes out haughtier than intended, but he already had a hunch that you knew how much acting out got him hard.
Torn between begging for the stupid device to just be taken out and just giving into it, as far as apologies went, fucking him hadn't been the worst. He atleast cared/knew enough to know what he was doing, but that didn't mean that he was prone to forgetting little things at times. One of which being that you didn't like how long he left you before coming back. You were squeezing around the wide toy still lodged and tormenting your pussy into submission on his behalf. His lenses aleady told him how much blood was racing and staying in your lower area, the heated flashes lingering, but he preffered you like this. With a gentle smile, he takes your averted eyes and small buck of your hips as a yes, an action you had done plenty of times since he took a liking to you. It only takes seconds to remove his armored bottom half, freeing his bobbing dick from it's confines. in sight, it's beautiful, but in your pussy it's a masterpiece, just as pretty as your apology will be when he fucks you stupid.
Prisoner- Mark:
"Are you sure? Not hurting you?" For the fifth time tonight. "No, too slow"
"Too slow?" in his own little haze he hadn't noticed his one vigorous fucking had evened out, softened from fucking you into the mattress like he was trying to break it to doggy style- he couldn't see your face and the way your pussy sucked him in with a warm hug each time, he had gotten lost in you- as pussy drunk for you as they come. Each soft roll felt like home, watching the slick skin of his scarred shaft glisten in the soft lighting of the hovering lamp only to stuff you full with that telltale sound of air making way for him. Being buried in your pussy conjuring the worst he would do just to stay and fuck you like this, just like this all night. his dry hands cup your hips, fingers flexing to feel the soft flesh under him- taking him, making him feel like he had been raptured with each stroke.
His cheek lands on your upper back, hunched over as he closes his eyes and focusses, feels- not hearing your little whines to hurry up. When you whine and call him an asshole, he only then reacts. his hand caressing your hip shoots up like a snake, sandwiching between the pillow and your face to hook two fingers into your mouth, delivering small smack to your rear with the other. "Don't be whiney, I'm building to it so it'll be twice as good for you." Readjusting his legs wider and closer over yours, he pulls out all the way to the tip before leaving a small kiss on your shoulder- followed by a spine rattling thrust into you, a knock of pain tapped at your cervix, repeating over and over. and Over, until the pain left you wanting, hurting so good, pussy swallowing him in each time.
