So I'm still not seeing how anybody thinks Mark Grayson is a dom
I mean this in the most respectful way possible - Mark is whiney as fuck.
Once again, I say this with love. I love Mark real bad, but I've seen this mf whine and cry too damn much to think he's telling anybody what to do during sex. His ass was shaking in his boots when he asked Eve out. I'm not taking him serious.
Maybe alternate versions of him, but the Mark we watch all the time? No.
Mark is a crybaby ass sub.
I think at first he'd be very shy. He feels awkward asking for things and being so vulnerable with you, but after some time, he's on board.
Mark is the type to look up at you with the softest eyes as he's eating you out/sucking you off then legit tear up if you don't cum in his mouth.
Mark is the type to buy extra suits because he likes you fucking him in them and he keeps getting them dirty.
Mark is the type to somehow forget how strong he is when you two are being intimate. For example, you have his back to your chest as you're jerking him off, overstimulating him. Instead of just pulling your hand off, which he definitely could do, he just whines and sobs. His head is thrown back, eyes closed, breathing uneven. "No more" he'd say, "it's too much!" yet he'd keep bucking his hips upwards.
He loves the feeling of you controlling him. He loves just being Mark Grayson and not Invincible. He loves that he has a safe space and he's not expected to be this big and strong superhero.
He loves being praised. Tell him how good he's doing, that you're proud of him when he takes a punishment well, tell him how happy he makes you and that he's the most beautiful person you've ever seen. Kiss his lips softly as you fist his cock or abuse his hole. Let him moan as loud as he wants without making him feel ashamed for it.
And once he moves out his mom's place and y'all live together? On the counter, the couch, the floor, the bed, the table, the bath-.
Warnings? : Dom!Reader x Sub! Mark. Reader does call mark some names and teases him a lot. Mark is..a pervert in this lol and soooo pathetic. Also degradation and praise galore. He also like.. lies bout bein sick lol.
Synopsis: Mark has a kink. Praise and degradation, and once you find out you're happy to help him out with it.
I got a beta reader in this hoe! Shout out to lovely, wonderful, stunning @sobbingscripter
Thank her ! Now you won't be subjected to my horrible dyslexia lmao
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Author note; Now,, all I kinda went lil crazy with the dialogue, it's like filthy?? Srry if he's a lil OOC, I just wanted to write a down right pitiful mark.. and I think I succeeded!
This is my first ever invincible Drabble! I don't tend to do them very often, so enjoy. Hey btw .: I like comments and reblogs tell me what you think okay?
Mark has a praise kink. You didn’t realize it at first,of course.
Who just randomly daydreams about their good friend’s kinks, not you, at least not intentionally.
It started simple, you had tutored Mark. With all the new hero shit he’s been thrown through, getting his grades up in college was the most difficult thing for him.
That’s when you graciously helped; late night study sessions with him after missions, early morning calls to go over answers before exams.
An unexpected call at 8:30 am in the morning wakes you, and it's Mark screaming about the 80 he just got on the test, worth 60% of his grade.
Your sleepy grin is all you remember as you promise to bring celebratory drinks later, “Good job, Mark! I knew you could do it!”
He pauses before you yawn, letting him know you’re going back to sleep now.
You don’t notice the breathy, stuttered goodbye he says as the phone clicks off.
Next time you're at Comic Con; he’s dressed as Séance Dog, you didn’t tell Mark what you were gonna be dressed as, with you adamant of it being a surprise for him.
His breath falters when he sees you, your legs out and oiled in a “sexy” invincible leotard.
“Surprise~”
Thank god, he was sitting and he had a cape because the boner he popped was massive.
“You look great!”
Your giggle pinpoints his cock, “You look even better, what a good boy you are!” You ruffle his hair, his eyes widen.
“Wha— good boy?”
“Oh, pfft sorry—, cus you're Seance Dog! He’s a dog, dogs are always good boys!”
“Speakin’ of, the panel of authors and animators is about to start. We need to get there like now, cus I already know people are fightin’ over seats.”
You skip off, not bothering to look behind you, and thank god because if you did, your eyes would be glued to the fucking snake in his pants.
‘ they said I'm a good boy, i'm a good boy, ’ kept chanting in his mind.
His cock did not know a moment of peace that night, with your words echoing through his mind.
His bedsheets dripped with sweat and cum as his cock softened for the 12th time.
Used tissues littered his room as he milked the last bit of cum.
Your phone call shakes him out of his sex haze, it’s a daily ritual of y’alls. You talk about your day and he does the same, trying to keep a sense of normalcy, with him being a hero, it’s hard to see each other every time.
You again, don’t notice his wavering voice as his hands pick up the pace again. His poor cock is beaten to hell, as the sloppy noises fill his room, his mouth press in a thin line.
“Mark, you okay?”
“Yea— yesyesyes, I’m okay…”
Your brow furrows, “Okay, we don’t have to keep talkin’ y’know? I can hang up if your bus—“
“Nonononono, please don’t hang up!” His words rush out in a whimper before he can stop himself.
“Okay! Jesus! ‘M sorry I won’t hang up. You're a needy lil thing today, aren’t ya?”
Mark whines, an honest to god whine. Silence insues, he fucked up.
“Mark, are you sick or somethin’?”
“I— I.. yes!” Mark does a terrible fake cough, “Mmhn, ‘m catchin’ a cold”
“Aww poor baby..”
A whimper slips through his lips, “yes, yeah yeah… mhn… poor me.”
“Wan’ me come over and take care of you, ya big baby?”
“Yesyesyes please,” another muffled plea from Mark as his fingers brush the tip of his head..
“Okay, I’m on my way with chicken soup!”
*Click*
Mark blinks, a dopey smile plays on his lips.
Oh shit.
Oh god, he wasn’t thinking straight, he’s not even sick! His bed creaks from the sudden upright movement.
His eyes darted around his room, oh shitshitshit.
His body zips around his room as he picks up his tissues and throws his soiled sheets in the washer, putting fresh linens on in the span of a second.
The next second, you were already knocking at the door.
“Maaarkkk, you in there buddy?”
His hands move in frenzy, rubbing his nose as hard as he can to make it a rosy red, jogging side to side to give himself a sweaty appearance, and finally a wet, cold folded cloth placed over his forehead before unlocking the door and hastily making his way back to his bed.
Clearing his throat before he speaks, mustering up his best “sick” voice, “Doooorss opppewwennn!!”
The door whines as you enter, Mark’s ears twitch as he hears you set down the homemade soup.
Clashing dishes in the kitchen before your feet shuffle into his room.
Your eyes ooze sympathy when you see his face.
“Awe, my poor baby.”
Mark throws out a helpless whine as he motions grabby hands for you to come to him.
“‘M sooo siick.., think I got somethin’ from space travelin’ too much.”
You back up slightly, “you’re not— like contagious are you?”
Mark shakes his head rapidly, shit. ‘Think, think, make up a lie, make up a lie.’
“Noooo, uh—“ he coughs, “Robot says it isn’t..annd who am I to argue with a super genius!” He coughs another time, for good measure.
“Uh okay!” You slink back over to him, flopping down next to him. “Here, big baby open your mouth up for soup.”
Mark’s mouth opens with a pop, light pink adores his cheek, god he’s pathetic.
“God, you’re shameless, aren’t ya?”
“Immm sickkk—!” He’s definitely milking it, but can you blame him, hearing you pity him like this, it gets him going.
”It’s kinda cute,” you spoon more liquid into his mouth. “I like takin’ care of your needy ass.”
“You do?” His eyes flutter, if he wasn’t ‘sick’, you’d mistake his tinted cheeks as a blush.
“Mm, yeah I like taking care of my friends and family. Plus, you take care of the whole galaxy, Mark. The least I can do is look after you when you need it.”
Mark blinks, then blinks again.
“Sorry layin’ it on too thick? My bad.” You pull back the spoon trembling slightly, the soup swishing around.
His hand hastily grabbed your wrist, “No no not at all, please praise me more.”
“What?”
“Praise me ..more, please”
Your heart burns, bubbling with desire. Shit, should you feel this way about your best friend especially when he’s sick? Is he even in the right headspace?
“You’re.. such a good hero, Mark. I feel so safe when you're around.”
Mark’s breath caught, “‘more?” His fingers squeeze your wrist softly, then release.
“Mark, you’re not — you’re not in the right headspace you aren’t.. you don’t know what you’re sayin’...” your hand caresses over his as you lick your lips.
“If— if I was in the right headspace, would you?”
You bite your lip, sighing “ Yes.. yes—“
“I’m not sick.”
“What?”
“I’m not sick, I lied. Please praise me now.”
Your arms snatch away from him, “You little liar!”
He pouts, sitting up, removing the cold towel. “I wanted you to take care offf meeee!”
“You could’ve just asked, I’d come over regardless!”
Your arms cross against your chest, “you don’t even deserve my homemade soup!”
Mark whines again, “nooo I like your souuup!”
“Why’d you lie! If you like my soup you, again. Could’ve just asked!“
“I—..it’s cus I don’t know! I just thought.. I just couldn’t think of anything else..to get you here.”
“Mark..” your eyes rake over his face. A cute pout plays on his lips and his brows furrowed like a puppy being scolded.
“I just .. mm, thought if I played sick you’d praise me more..”
“Oh..? Oh!” You kiss your teeth, as you stare at your best friend.
“Mark, lift your bed covers for me real quick.”
“Why..” his eyes narrow.
“I think you know why—“
“Noooope.”
“Dude, you totally have a boner right, don’t you?”
“No— I- don’t know what you’re talkin’ about!”
You shift your eyes to the rising spot in the covers, point a finger, “Right.. uh-huh..” your face deadpans.
His legs shoot to his chest nearly knocking the wind outta of him.
“Shit.”
“You’re a fuckin’ pervert dude! Wait wait! Is that why you sounded like that over the phone? Oh my god were you—?”
Mark's eyes dart away from yours, bury his face in his hands after.
“Oh my god, you were! You were jerkin’ off to my voice!” The shrill of your voice carried through his apartment.
“I— SHHH! Keep your voice down!” Mark grabs your collar, the jerky movement causes you to bend over him awkwardly, your chest over his lap.
“Augh- sorry! Shit sorry. I — just— “
Your hand brushes against his cock as you sit up, a strangled groan graces your ears as he grabs your hand again.
“Sorry again— uh don’t touch ther—uh!”
Your other hand grips his covered cock running your fingers over it.
“Tsk no, Mark, isn’t this what you wanted?”
“I— “
Devious grin splits your face as you rip the covers off him, a rush of cold air cools his body, your eyes stare at his boner.
“Ha, got a third leg here, huh?”
“Dude— this is so embarrassing, please don’t tease me..” his hands tug across his face as he speaks.
“Nahh, you said you wanted to be praised, right?”
Another whimper slips past his lip.
“Mark, be a good boy for me, use your words.” God, you were having too much fun mocking him.
“Fuckkk! Don—don’t talk like that!”
Your hand inches into his thin boxer, a hiccup in his breath as you cup his cock.
“You sound so pretty right, you know that?”
“Mmhn no— I “
“No, you’re right, you sound so deliciously pathetic right, I never thought I’d hear you this way.” Your lips ghost the side of his face as you start to pump, a soft sob bubbles from him.
“Imagine everyone knowing the mighty Invincible is such a whiny bitch in bed, hm?”
“Stooopp being meaaan!” Mark’s pitiful wails heighten as his cock twitches in your hands.
“Oh, so you like bein’ degraded and praise? Tsk, what a combooo..!”
“I don’t—! I- just your voice and I’m- I’m over—whelmed! Right now, okay!”
“I’ve barely touched you and you’re throbbing like you’re about to blow, are you? Hm?” Your tongue drags against his ear as your lazy tugs cloud his mind.
“ ‘m nooot! “
“Okay, can you be a good puppy for me and only cum when I tell you to?”
“Uh-huh, yesyes,” his throat bobs, “I can— I can be a good boy, please.”
“Aw okay, I believe you,” your lips slip down his neck, earning another groan, your teeth nip his skin.
“Let’s see how long you can hang on.”
oh, he was fucked.
You realize, he doesn’t just have a praise kink, he has a degradation kink too.
