#shiesty mark

[crimechan]

Mark brings home ‘stray dogs’. Again.

[spurionage]

defeat my 5 evil alternate marks (with mild headcanons)

[shinimontazhka]

I'm too lazy to do full arts, eeeh

[mekker-burner]

my prettiessss

[markgraysonapologist]

What is each version of Mark’s favorite position?

[NSFW below – reader discretion is advised]

Main!Mark is canonically on bottom. Poor guy’s so scared of hurting you that he refuses to entertain any other position. BUT that doesn’t mean he’s opposed to some creativity 😏 he lets you take the lead and try out all the positions you’d like from up there. At the end of the day though he really is a simple man and loves the standard, forward facing cowgirl position. He wants to see that beautiful face he loves so much when he finishes.

Viltrumite!Mark has you in a mating press 99% of the time. He’s got a mission to fulfill, after all, and he takes that job very seriously. Your legs folded up against your chest while he drills into you like he’s trying to find something with the tip of his dick. The lead up though is a stark contrast that’s all soft worship and reverent eyes, his calloused fingertips ghosting over your skin in a way that lets you know he’s beside himself with how much he admires you.

Lensless!Mark is a connoisseur of all the positions, and sticking to any one gets him bored quick. He does seem to have a preference for flying sex however. Not the usual idea of him laid back while you go to town on top of him—no no, Lensless likes it when he’s upright in the air with you bent forward in front of him, moving you on his cock like a toy. He leaves bruises on your hips from how impossibly hard he has to grip you, his thumbs digging into the fat at the top of your ass while he has a field day from behind; all toothy grins and manic eyes. An honorary mention would be 69 (also airborne, of course).

Sinister!Mark actually prefers getting head over anything else. The absolute power of having his cock buried in your mouth, making you gag and tear up—it gives him a high that’s unmatched. He takes his time, eyes glazed over and lips just slightly parted as he watches you, moving his hips slowly to watch as his length makes a visible bulge in your throat. He likes to leave you choking so intensely you barely elude passing out. And right when you’re on the edge, he pulls his dick past your lips with a pop! and pushes you onto your back, your legs spreading on instinct while he finishes off inside you. He keeps a hand on your throat until the end.

Omni!Mark likes missionary. One hand gripping your thigh and hiking it up his side while he watches your face intensely, gauging each little reaction. He becomes obsessed with breaking you in a strategic way, bullying your insides until he finds that one spot that makes your lashes flutter and pupils drift upward. You never get the chance to see it, considering the way your eyes are desperately rolled to the back of your head, but it’s one of the few times Omni actually smiles. Well, it’s really more of a smirk of satisfaction, but still. The sentiment stands.

Shiesty!Mark is a huge supporter of the reverse cowgirl. He’s cocky beyond words and firmly believes his cock is superior in every way possible. To be dicked down by him (in his mind) is a blessing and you should be grateful to even have the chance to sit on it. He’s usually got one hand behind his head and the other alternating between smacking and harshly gripping your ass. He loves to watch you from that angle. He’s also the biggest perpetrator of dirty talk. “Fuck bae, you movin’ like your life depends on it. This dick got you losin’ your mind.”

Prisoner!Mark actually has a similar thought process as Main as far as being concerned with hurting you goes. He insists on being on bottom for a long time, but he’s convincible (--TITLE CARD--). Your sweet voice and gentle touch coaxes him to try something new. Nothing crazy, of course. He’s still cautious with you. In fact you’re still technically on top, but he’s controlling all the motion. He’s sat up right with you in his lap while you both move in synch with each other. His hands guide you, dragging you across his length (also scarred, which is like a built in “ribbed for your pleasure” type deal) until you both break together. And it is always together. He insists on it.

Mohawk!Mark is getting it from the back every. Single. Time. In his most ideal scenario, you’re bent over something – usually a piece of furniture – and he is relentless with the backshots. He’s got a shit eating grin on his face the entire time that only grows devious the louder he gets you to scream. The jiggle of your ass as it slaps back against his thighs is his favorite. When the getting is particularly good, he’s grabbing you by the hair and pulling you back into him, your back arching and head resting on his collarbone while he pushes you over the edge. The man’s got arguably the highest stamina of them all so his climax isn’t coming until you’ve finished at least three times.

Retro!Mark likes it when you’re both on your side, him spooned in behind you while he hooks an arm around your waist possessively, keeping you anchored to him. Of all the versions of Mark, he surprisingly seems to be the only one who zeroes in on your clit, and this position gives him the easiest access to it. Whether he’s doing it because he genuinely wants you to feel ultimate pleasure or if it just happens to be his own turn on, no one knows. Either way, his fingers work miracles on that sensitive bundle of nerves. When he’s ready to bring it home he’ll slide a hand down to your knee and hold your leg up to angle deeper until you’re seeing nothing but stars.

[earlgreylatte]

Variant Madness

You thought he was your Mark.

Omni Mark and Shiesty Mark 2V1 you.

Breathing in, you savour the fresh air of the mountain trail you find yourself on. You had visited years ago, but you decided to come again to enjoy the scenery. Maybe you could find a cool rock for Mark and Oliver, too.

You hope things are peaceful for them too, but even if there is another threat that needs to be taken care of, you’re sure Mark would be able to come find you easily enough.

You feel a bit pathetic that you already miss him, even though you’re going to see him in a couple of hours. You suddenly find yourself understanding Debbie’s usual amusement when she watched you two. You really acted like a lovesick puppy, sometimes.

Feeling your phone buzz from your pocket, you fumble for a second as you’re broken from your thoughts, rooting through your jacket to find it. Just as your fingers begin to pull it out a sudden rush of air hits you from behind, your jacket’s hood suddenly pushed over your head as you drop your phone onto the soil as dirt is kicked up into the air.

You whip around, to find…Mark? He was still wearing his black and blue suit, but his entire head was now covered, making him look a little intimidating, with his mouth and hair covered.

He stares at you wordlessly.

“Were you in that much of a rush to show me your new costume? I mean, you just got a new one from Art just a couple of months ago,” you speak up, rubbing the dirt out of your eyes, “Honestly, you could have caused a dirt storm or something…”

He breathes out your name.

You tilt your head, “Is something wrong? Did something happen? Are Debbie and Oliver okay—!?”

Your worrying is cut off when within an instant he has you crushed to his chest, arms locked around you as he buried his head against your neck.

“I just really missed you,” he whispers.

Looks like he’s a lovesick puppy, too.

You can’t hold back a dopey smile, “I missed you too.”

You jolt in his arms when you realize your phone is still vibrating; a redial, so possibly urgent.

“Mark, my phone—“

You’re interrupted again when he pivots you so your back hits a nearby tree, his mask rolled up enough to reveal his mouth which soon presses against yours.

Anything you wanted to say is forgotten as you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer. He groans into your mouth as his hands plant themselves to your waist as he places a knee in between your legs.

He moves from your lips to your neck, pressing adoring kisses against your pulse point before helping you shrug off your jacket, letting it to the ground as his hands slide under your shirt, gloved fingers brushing against your ribcage.

“Mark,” you breathe, heart swelling at the sweet intimacy he was more than willing to give you.

Your attention is broken again when you notice your phone is still ringing, your gaze sliding from the man nestled against you to the forest floor where your phone laid.

Your body stiffens.

The caller ID illuminating your phone was one you could recognize even from afar just from the amount of heart emojis you set for…your boyfriend.

The boyfriend that was currently with you.

Whose grip on you begins to tighten as your heart starts to hammer in your chest.

You shakily bring up your hands to hook your fingers beneath his mask, slowly pulling it up as he remains as still as a statue. The face is familiar, if not a little more worn, but the brown eyes you held so dear were now filled with a sadness deep enough to drown you.

This wasn’t your Mark.

Mark was definitely lucky he was attractive, you decide.

If he wasn’t, you definitely wouldn’t have tolerated the sheer annoyance his two variants were causing you.

“Were you a virgin or something until now? Because you fuck like a noob,” A Mark with a wild rag mask laughed as the one that was dressed like Omni Man 2.0 pounded into you, your back pressed against an alleyway wall, the area long deserted from the destruction the two men unleashed on the city.

“I doubt you even know what you’re talking about, with how you talk like a preteen boy,” The red and white Mark huffs, tone passive enough that you’d think he didn’t care about his copy’s words if not for his pace speeding up and his thrusts going deeper and deeper until your voice reaches a new octave.

The other Mark scoffs, “Well, not that she minds, already looks cockdrunk off your tiny dick. Hey, sweetheart, bet I can take you to heaven and back with one stroke.”

“I will kill you.” The Mark fucking into you, tightens his grip, turning to death stare the now laughing Invincible.

“Aww, is daddy mad? Scared she’s going to want to run away with me once I slip my dick in her?”

You can’t believe you have to orgasm while listening to their dumbass argument…

“Hey, if you’re going to hog her pussy, at least move her so I can put that mouth to use—“

Annoying people really shouldn’t be so hot.

The invincible tag is so good rn, I’m actually in tears…

Decided to do a 2in1 special because people really want me to make a part two of that other variant post…it will come…

Masterlist

[yoijin]

Spider-man shiesty mark... doesn't really work but one can dream. I hate his dumbass btw

Yes WE all gonna ignore the white space and lack of creativity in his suit aight 😂😂😂🥀🥀🥀🥀💧💧

[sweetmctart]

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