#lensless invincible

[tunaem-72]

lensless, viltrum and will mark

can you guess my favorite (iut is obvious)

[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.

[coffeend]

RELAX

Pairing: lensless mark x fem!reader

Warnings: mature content, fingering, oral (fem receiving), overstimulation

w.c: idk

Synopsis: you've been stressed out from exams and unable to satisfy yourself, so you decide to ask your bsf for some help .ᐟ

a.n: first post very nervous, i hope you'll enjoy! I love lensless mark and don't see many fics of him so yeah. Likes, reblogs, any kind of support would be much appreciated

Your notebook is forgotten on the floor, a soft moan escaping your lips as mark lowers you onto his face firmly, licking a slow stripe from your hole to your clit with a low groan.

"That's it" he breathes "just relax for me"

His fingers find you soaked, sliding through your folds with deliberate slowness. You moan softly as his tongue works on your clit, circling it firmly. His eyes are locked onto your face, watching every micro expression attentively. He pushes one finger inside you.

"You've been stressed out huh?" He curls his finger making you gasp softly "feel how tight you are."

You whimper, and he rewards you with a second finger, curling them just right that your whole body jolts.

"Yeah?" He repeats the motion "right there?"

You can barely nod,heat pooling low in your belly, the tension of weeks coiling tighter and tighter. He works you open, and it's already too much and not enough.

"Please." You gasp

"Please what?"

"More. I need—"

He pulls he fingers out and you almost whine at the loss. But he shifts, making you lower yourself onto his mouth.

"been needing someone to take care of you huh?" His voice is rough, tender

You can only nod, hips twitching against his mouth.

"Then let me" He flattens his tongue and licks a long stripe from your hole to your clit, burying his head deeper into your cunt as he laps at you till your vision blurs.

He adds two fingers inside you, curling and pushing in and out relentless making you shudder and grip onto his hair.

"Gonna cum for me?" His voice is muffled by your  cunt, tongue working on your clit. The pleasure is so overwhelming that your orgasm crashes through you.

You cry out, body arching as you soak his mouth. He groans, greedily sucking up your juices, fingers still moving inside you making you whimper.

"Already tired?" He laughs "c'mon you can take a few more, can't you?"

He doesn't seem to care for your answer anyway, fingers curling inside you relentlessly. You whimper pathetically, trying to lift off your hips from the overstimulation.

His grip on you tightens, of course.

You should've known what you were getting yourself into if you were gonna let him touch you. Oh well.

© coffeend 2026. do not repost/steal any of my work. thank you.

[markeater]

Sex Then Kill

No Goggles Mark x Reader

!!Warnings: Post-sex, gender unspecified, english is not my native language, obscene speech and touching, attempted murder!!

!!Words count 1k!!

Btw I'm so embarrassed writing this, on my old account besides writing the NSFW alphabet, I never wrote anything sexual.

Wouldn't be surprising if you weren't impressed while reading, don't set your expectations.

"Ahh~ Mark~ please slow down! I-I can't do this anymore, hick…"

Seventeen minutes. For seventeen whole minutes you had been enduring this while staring at the digital clock beside the bed. The constant shifting of the sheets, the occasional deliberate tugging, and the endless teasing. You must have forgotten just how irritating Mark could be, because once again god had reminded you in the harshest way possible. When you told him to shut up at the very beginning, his answer had been simple "Then make me." , still you weren't going to let him steer things back to where he wanted. Not this time.

"Mark, M-Mark...faster, yess yesss~ I want it. So good ahh, ahh, ahhh~" Leaning back against the headboard, Mark had a huge grin on his face as he kept mocking the things you had said during sex. Even though your back was turned to him in stubborn defiance, he didn't take his eyes off you for a single second. "Hey hey Y/n," he said, still grinning. "You told me you loved what I was doing. Why are you acting shy now?" He waited for a moment for you to respond but when he didn't even hear you breathe, he leaned over toward you from the side. His finger poked at your back, that annoying grin still clearly on his face,you just knew it was.

"Or do you want me to take you by force while you pretend you don't want it? If that's the case, give me a sign pretty." Your eyebrow twitched as he kept poking your back insistently. Shameless bastard…It was 3 am and thanks to his clinginess and his refusal to pull out earlier, the two of you had already gone four rounds. When he finally did pull out, he had flopped onto his back beside you, breathing heavily with excitement. At that moment, exhaustion and the lingering aftershocks had been pulling you into a very deep sleep. Until Mark turned his head toward you and asked for another roundd.

You loved him and the way he made you feel. You couldn't deny that. But in a relationship, sometimes you had to make your boundaries clear.Especially since Mark was someone who drew strength from fatigue and pain. Even though his constant poking was starting to irritate you, you kept your back turned, refusing to give him what he wanted. No. If you had to, you could just wait until he eventually got bored and gave up.

The hand that had been poking you slowly settled at your side. Then Mark leaned his body lightly against yours and lowered his head toward your face. You caught a glimpse of his upside down expression for only a second before quickly shutting your eyes. His black, sweat damp hair tickled your face. Fuck off Mark…Saying it out loud to his face would’ve felt even better.

"Y/nnn don't drift off into dreamland. I'm still awake come on," he whined. You could practically hear the pout in his voice. Good. Let him sulk some more, the bastard. "It's still early…"

Mark was a stubborn jerk but you weren't any less stubborn than he was. Still he found your stubbornness kind of cute. After watching your upside down face for a little longer he finally pulled away from you. Hoping he'd given up, you ignored the rustling of the sheets. Mark had always been mmoved around a lot when trying to fall asleep and even after he did. Nothing unusual about that.

Mark slipped under the sheets and began crawling toward your legs like a soldier moving through tunnels. The sudden grip on your ankle made your tired body jerk. You turned toward him. Then you realized he was still under the sheets. Mark's body under the sheets looked like a mountain shaped lump. "Mark what are you doing-" Before you could finish whispering, your legs were already being parted. Under the blanket Mark moved between your legs. His hands gripped your calves, you felt his breath against your skin,your legs reflexively snapped shut. You locked his head between your thighs in a headscissors. Normally he could have easily escaped something like this, but being trapped under the sheets gave him a disadvantage, you to notice the way his breathing changed. "Ah, Y/n you're awake!" he said, the shock quickly replaced by excitement. His hands were still resting on your calves, he didn't even try to pull away. God, he was enjoying this.

You wanted to lovingly murder him in this blissful annoyance. Grabbing his pillow from the side, you slammed it hard against the spot where his face should have been under the sheets. "You're dead!"

The sudden blow from the pillow buried his face into the bed for a moment as he struggled to breathe. You pressed the pillow down even harder. "Die you horny." You knew you couldn't actually kill him but that didn't mean you wouldn't try. After a little more struggle, Mark's hands moved from your calves to your hips. His fingers dug firmly into your flesh. Since your entire body was already sore, it didn't produce a very pleasant sound from you.

You were sitting on the bed one moment, and the next you were in the air. Mark pressed his knees firmly into the mattress as he held you up. Your legs were resting on his shoulders,you had always been very light to him. Instinctively you grabbed onto his hair under the sheets to avoid falling. That earned a soft chuckle from him. "Ahh it's always cute when you depend on me. I think I'm getting an erection."

You felt embarrassment rush to your cheeks. "Mark put me down!" you said while tugging at his hair. His grip on your hips tightened even more. "Mhmmmm...no I won't!"

Before you could open your mouth, he tested the space between your legs with a tentative lick, and your breath hitched. A small moan slipped past your lips. "Maybe I'll put you down after I've had my fill, pretty~"

[velocity-draws]

SAY CHEESE 📸📸

cropped pics under cut ⬇⬇ <3

[shadiercreatures]

needed that twink obliterated

[markgraysonapologist]

ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ

Pairing: Lenseless!Mark Grayson x f!Reader

Warnings: Smut, porn with no plot

Tags: Shy Reader kind of implied, Mark uses you like a toy, filth just for the sake of it

Word Count: 650

Your bedroom that night could be described as nothing short of depraved. A trail of clothes leading from the doorway to the ensuite bathroom, then wet footprints tracing back to your desk. The surface was a clutter of knocked over pencils and highlighters and the almost obscene smudge of ink across the paper you’d been writing. Pens of varying colors had rolled onto the floor pointing, at last, to the final scene for the night.

You, mounted on Mark Grayson and rolling desperately on his dick while he grinned manically up at you. “Fuck you’re so goddamn wet,” he said hotly, making you suddenly too aware of the lewd sounds squelching from your core. Your cheeks burned as you closed your eyes from embarrassment. “Your pretty pussy puts pornstars to shame.” He laughed, unhinged as he smacked your ass. You cried at the sting, back arching as your elbows buckled briefly in their attempt to keep you supported against his chest.

“Mark please,” you whimpered breathily. You didn’t even know what you were begging for. Definitely not for him to stop—you wouldn’t dream it. Your brain was just a sauna with the vague silhouette of Mark’s lean and muscled body somewhere in the haze.

“What’s wrong pretty girl?” he cooed, almost sounding genuinely concerned. Almost. “Don’t tell me it’s too much—fuck—I know you can keep going.” His fingers dug harshly into the fat of your hips and started moving you like a toy, stroking you against his painfully hard cock. His tip kept pressing into that impossible spot inside of you that made spots of light dance in your vision. Your mouth fell slack as your body went limp, letting Mark take full control of the situation.

His eyes were feral, his canines pressing into his bottom lip as he watched you obsessively. “Haa—you’re doing such a goddamn good job baby. A beautiful job. A perfect job—ohhh fuck so so goddamn perfect.” Beads of sweat dotted his forehead, dripping down into his mess of thick hair. All you could do was whine helplessly. As if you had a choice in the matter. Your brain and sanity had long since exited the chat. All there was now was his body under yours. His pretty, thick cock pushing in and out of you like a piston while he gripped you so tightly you were sure you’d be bruised for weeks.

A stretch of saliva was starting to droop from the corner of your lips, but you didn’t even notice. All you could feel was the way your clit started to pulse from being rubbed against him every time he dropped you down. “M’ gonna cum gonna cum I’m gonna—Mark, Mark! I’m—”

“Oooh shit babe, oh FUCK—” He kept rambling nonsense you couldn’t even hear anymore past the sound of your own high and frantic cry. Your cunt wept around him, clenching and pulling him in like it wasn’t ready to say goodbye. His head fell back into the pillows, eyes screwed shut as he choked on something caught between a laugh and a sob right before his own release. The almost perfectly synced orgasms left you both reeling, his dick twitching and shooting hot ropes inside of you while you throbbed and tightened impossibly around him.

Your body eventually slumped over, every bone suddenly feeling like water as your cheek pressed into his heaving chest. You’d never been so exhausted in your life. The rhythmic sound of your breathing mingling with his was the perfect lullaby and you found yourself drifting off without even realizing. The last thing your conscious mind could register was Mark burying his nose into your hair and inhaling deeply before murmuring, “So proud of my girl… Gonna fuck you so good in the morning.”

[valrvne]

Dada pls feed me more of your delicious art i am hunger 😩😩

LMAO here’s that comic wip I’m still working on; I’m doing a lot of convention prep rn!!

talking shit about their cookie Helion…