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Tsunade x Male! Reader

Thank you to my boyfriend who requested this Tsunade fanfic! I had fun writing this, i would like to write more naruto!

Warnings: NSFW, foot job, sex in a public place, drunk sex

Word count: 2.2k

You're reviewing paperwork at your desk, sunrise shining through the windows behind you, casting an orange hue on the room. Who knew being the Hoshikage would come with a lot of work and even more paperwork? Well, this is what you strived hard for, so shut up and do it, you think. Still doesn't mean you can't complain, another part of you argues. You shake your thoughts and find your concentration.

You get lost in various documents, one about Mrs. Tanaka's cat missing again, and another complaining about the rising prices of rice cakes.

You neglect to notice the knocking at your door— wait—knocking? Who could have such an important message that it couldn't wait until tomorrow?

A lower-ranked shinobi scurries in, hands you a letter, then is out. Leaving as fast as he came. He must want to leave work early, you think to yourself. You shrug it off, eager to read this irritating letter and vacate yourself.

All eagerness to leave vanishes when you recognize the handwriting; it's Lady Tsunade's. Her neat and cursive handwriting invites you out for drinks tonight at a bar in town. She is a long way from home if she's here in town.

It has been quite some time since you two talked; you think with fondness. She's a strong-willed woman who doesn't take shit from anyone. That's what you love about her, that attitude of hers. Her looks and assets were a plus as well.

You rapidly write your response and send it out with a raven. You think back to the Second Shinobi World War, when Tsunade and her comrades became known as the "Legendary Sanin". That was the first time the two of you met, with kunais pressed against each other's throats. You don't remember why either one of you didn't just stab the other through the throat.

The second time was during a diplomatic meeting years later, once Tsuande and you had become Kages. It was tense at first, given that the last time you saw her, she was trying to kill you. However, it was quite pleasant. There was no battlefield between the two of you anymore, just friendly chatter about government affairs.

It went so well that you secretly hoped the two of you would be able to meet again: Even if it is strictly business, because you like being around her.

Around midnight, you arrive at the bar. It's a small local one where people also frequently gamble. Not surprising, you think with a smirk. You walk and look around for Tsuande. Who is at the bar already a few drinks down, also not surprising.

She soon notices you and smiles, waving you over. You sit next to her, ordering a cup of sake. You smile at her, taking in her appearance. She hasn't changed at all. Still beautiful, and still has a hot body despite her age. Her contant flow of chakra making her seem younger. She's older than you by a lot, yet you never mind that, not one bit.

Your eyes travel to her breasts, peaking out from her tank top. Then your eyes travel lower to her heeled sandals, to her painted toenails. Her feet look so fuckable, you think. You quickly face her, afraid she'll beat you like a drum if she somehow knew what you were thinking.

"Hello Tsunade, it's been some time. I've missed you and our conversations." You confess with a small smile. Still a little nervous she knew what you were thinking. Yet, Tsunade smiles at you, her lip gloss making her lips look so kissable that you wonder what they taste like. You can't deny that you are attracted to her, especially her body.

"Yes, I've missed our conversations as well. You kept me company during our meeting here years ago." She replies, a gleam in her eyes, as she recounts the enjoyable memory. She remembers how you were fairly charming, a man who led his country well. Not to mention handsome. She confessed she always furtively wondered what you were like in bed.

You and Tsunade had a couple more drinks, barely feeling tipsy. That's something you and she have in common: you can handle your alcohol. You both chatted about different things that were happening in your personal lives. Tsunade, sitting next to you, couldn't keep her eyes off how your body looks in casual clothing.

After the second time meeting you, Tsunade has been thinking about you. So different from the first time she met you. When you're trying to kill someone, you fail to notice how easy on the eyes they are. Ever since she got to know the real you, she has hoped for a chance to get to know you a little better.

Specifically in bed.

Later in the night after even more drinks, you're pleasantly buzzed. Alcohol hazes your mind, and it seems to have the same effect on Tsunade since she suggests the two of you gamble. You recollect Jiraiya had said at one point Tsunade loves gambling but loves it even more when she’s drunk. "C'mon, it'll be fun! Or are you afraid you'll lose to a woman?" She giggles drunkenly, pulling you by the arm to a card table far from everyone else. Drink in hand, her beaming at you, you're buzzed. Life is good right now.

For the first round, Tsunade bets a quarter of her money while you bet a measly 4000 yen. You're not eager to bet all your money away so soon. However, she doesn't seem to care, likely too drunk. She barely loses in the first round, and nearly all of her money is gone already.

After another hour of Tsunade constantly losing to you, you come up with an idea. You know she has little money left and she is also very drunk right now. Maybe you could use this to your advantage. You've seen how she's been eye-fucking you ever since you walked in.

Meanwhile, Tsunade is drunk out of her mind. She just can't control herself when it comes to alcohol. This too you could use to your advantage. You've seen the way she looks at you, maybe she just needs a little push to fully understand her feelings. "Hey Tsuna," a nickname you came up with just now. "If you lose this last one, I get to have you for the rest of the night." You smirk, watching her stunned face flush red. Tsunade never thought you would have the balls to say something like that, your confidence making what's between her thighs to become slick with lust. She nods, "Sure, if you can beat me." She matches your smirk, she's sure she will lose. Yet, losing has never sounded so sweet before.

The two of you draw cards after cards, eventually Tsunade loses, with a pout she relents to you. "Okay, hotshot, I'm yours for the rest of the night. What's the first thing you want?" She teases, sitting back and crossing her legs. Her feet are closer to your crotch now, your boner noticeable through your shorts. She never thought you'd be a feet kind of guy, but she doesn't mind. You smirk at her, "Take off your heels." You order her, she blushes more, and nods. Slowly slipping off her shoes, she stretches her legs out, her cold bare feet touching your warm boner. You make quick work of your shorts and underwear, sliding them off swiftly. Her bare feet now rubbing your freed cock.

You groan, feeling her toes tease your tip. "You freak, you like the feeling of my feet on your cock, huh?" Tsunade teases, her toes now fondling your balls. You nod "Yes ma'am, now keep stroking my dick with your feet." You grab one of her ankles, forcing her to rub your cock faster. She begins taking off her robe and folding her tank top up, revealing she isn't wearing a bra the whole time. You groan at the sight of her naked breasts, the largest you've seen by far. You grab one and squeeze it, earning you a moan. Your other hand grabs her by the back of her head and you smash her lips against yours. Soon precum coats her feet, making them sticky. She strips herself of her pants, now almost nude. Thankfully, the dim light of the bar and how far in the back you are, prevents any wandering eyes.

She straddles you, and her panties have been pushed aside to reveal her pussy. Which is hovering above your thick cock. As much as you want to fill her to the brim, you want even more to hear her beg for it. You hold her there and she glares at you. "You want me to beg, huh? Well, you'll have to try harder than that." She announces, fire in her eyes. You smirk, her attitude making you painfully harder. You begin to rub her clit, slowly teasing it with your thumb. She moans, but shakes her head. Her resolve not yet broken.

You pick up the pace, now rubbing the little nub with haste. She moans into your neck, her breath warming it. Her clit is so sensitive that it doesn't take her long to feel as if she's close. Moans rising in pitch and frequency as she braces herself. Before she can come undone, your fingers stop, leaving her aching for more. She glares daggers at you, but you just smile at her, kissing her cheek. You continue this a couple of times, pushing her to the edge and stripping it just as fast. Each time you deny her, her steadfastness crumbles away. She closes her eyes, attempting to focus hard on cumming yet once again you stop in your tracks.

She finally relents and looks you in the eyes, "P-Please fuck me already." She begs, so beautiful like this, needy and horny. "Good girl." You respond and thrust up, plunging deep into her moist pussy. She moans loudly when your thick cock kisses a deep part in her. Quickly she slaps her hand over her mouth, looking around to see if anyone heard. You chuckle, "Relax." You say, pinching her nipple. She moans lowly, now hyperaware of people in the bar. Thankfully, most have gone home. However, there are a couple of people still drinking: she needs to be quiet or else they'll get caught.

Yet your thick cock feels so good stretching her pussy out. She almost can't control herself as she thrusts her hips down. Meeting your unwavering thrusts with her own. Reaching a deeper part of her that makes her clench harder than before.

You thrust roughly into her wet pussy, making quiet vulgar slapping noises. Tsunade moans, high-pitched in your ear. "O-Oh god! Your dick feels so good." She whispers in your ear. You groan in response, kissing and sucking her neck. Leaving lovebites that will appear in the morning.

You both moan quietly, itching closer to the edge. "Fuck, I didn't know the Hokage of the village hidden in the leaf was such a slut." You whisper in her ear, the degradation making her clench around you. She moans like a whore, "S-Shut up and fuck me harder." She whines and wraps her arms around your neck. The tip of your cock kisses her cervix roughly which has her seeing stars. She whimpers, now so close to cumming, pussy is spasming with sensitivity.

Her eyes roll back when you begin sucking on her nipple, licking the sensitive bud.

"P-Please I'm about to—" before she could finish her sentence, she sees white and every muscle in her body clenches as she cums hard. Pussy convulsing around your cock, trying to milk it for all it's worth. Tsunade moans into her hand, attempting to smother the sounds as she comes undone. Your thrusts are shallow as you wait for her to calm down.

She whimpers, her pussy feeling overly sensitive. With how hard she's spasming around you, it doesn't take long for you to cum as well. Groaning as you cum thick ropes into her womb. She moans at the feeling, warmth flooding her tender pussy. She quietly hopes she doesn't become pregnant, but the feeling of your cum pouring into her abused pussy makes it so worth it.

You both sigh, collecting yourselves after what just transpired. It doesn't help how drunk you both still are. After a couple of minutes of staying interlocked, Tsunade rises, cum falling from her pussy and landing on your softening cock. You don't care though, too lost in euphoria to be disgusted.

Tsunade reveals how you look, cock out with cum still on it, and a drunken look on your face. She attempts to visualize every detail to remember it later. Because, eventually she will have to return home, far away from you. The thought makes her sad. However, for the rest of the night, she's still yours. That's enough for now.

She kisses your neck and looks up at you. "Hey, your place is close right? How about we continue this at your place?" She suggests flirtatiously, her tone suggesting more fun is in store for you tonight. You smirk, pecking her on the lips. "I'd love nothing more." You grin, excited for what the rest of the night has in store. Like her, you do not look forward to her departure. Yet, the next day has not come. And she is still here with you, ready and oh so willing.

Maybe becoming Hoshikage really was worth it in the end.

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Inque x Male!Reader

Thank you to @ev1lhero for the request! I've never written male reader smut so this was new! This has gotten me interested in Batman Beyond, should I watch it? 🤔

Summary: You're basically a male version of oracle. Helping Batman Beyond and who unfortunately catches the interest of Inque.

Warnings: Breathplay, Inappropriate use of powers, NSFW, DUB-CON

Word count: 1.2K

You watch as the clock strikes midnight in your tiny efficiency apartment. The only light shining through the darkness is the gleam from your monitors. You shrug to yourself. You've stayed up later on assignments before, sometimes days at a time.

This particular case proved to be a tough one to crack. Even with you and Bruce Wayne attempting to find out who this mysterious Inque woman was and how to beat her. She's been a real pain for you, Bruce, and Terry. She manages to get away every time.

She is so damn slippery. Literally.

Terry thinks she may be weak to water. He mentions that their last encounter was near a harbor and that she was hesitant. It was an intriguing notion, but you needed more information to fully understand it.

You stretch your arms and neck with a yawn. Your leg has been especially achy this evening. Ever since you were shot and paralyzed in that alley, your left leg has never been the same. You've come a long way from being in a wheelchair to now having to depend on crutches.

You groan while gradually arising. Sitting on your ass all day was not good for your tailbone. You grab your crutches and make your way into your kitchen. You're about to pour yourself another cup of coffee when something in the corner catches your eye. It almost looks like a complexion before it's gone.

Dark shadows stare back at you. It was nothing, you tell yourself. You're just tired from staying up so late. Yeah, that has to be it. You turn back and turn on your coffee machine. Trying to ignore your rising uneasiness.

You lean against your crutches, exhausted. The coffee machine stirs to life, filling the room with a grinding noise. The noise is enough to lull you into dozing. Half awake, half asleep.

“Wake up.” A smooth, seductive voice whispers into your ear, her breath prickling your neck. With a jolt, you wake up, frantically looking around for the source of the voice. You could've sworn a woman was right next to you, whispering in your ear.

Nothing, the shadows greet you once again. Okay, you’re officially losing your mind now.

Ditching the coffee, now completely awake and nervous, you sit back down at your work desk. The screen paused on various information on Inque, how her powers work, and her potential weakness. The only thing missing is her portrait, Terry says she's a beautiful woman but deadly.

An alluring hum makes goosebumps prickle your skin. "I see someone has been doing their homework." A woman's voice calls out, cold yet enchanting. Her voice is seemingly everywhere, bouncing off the walls. Unexpectedly, a dark purple tendril wraps around your neck with a vice-like grip. Choking you and lifting you in the air, your legs helplessly dangling. Breathing becomes difficult as the appendage wraps itself tighter.

The woman turns you around to face her. Despite the violet hue on her skin and the fact that she was choking the life out of you, she's attractive. Sultry eyes that glare at you and full lips in a teasing smile. She wears a skin-tight bodysuit that unfairly shows off her curves. You can't look away from her, in both fear and interest.

You immediately recognize her solely by her powers—this is Inque, the shapeshifting mercenary.

You're a fly caught in her web, ready to be devoured.

"So you're the little mouse who's been keeping tabs on me?" She asks with saccharine dripping from her tongue. She grabs you by the chin and tilts your head in various directions, examining you. "I didn't expect him to be so ravishing, however." She hums, lovingly stroking your cheek.

Her hand travels down to your stomach then further south. Until they reach your manhood and tease you through your pants. Your face flushes as she toys with you, the only silver lining is that she lets up a little on your neck. Allowing you to breathe a little. "H-How did you find me?" You wheeze out, throat crushed.

She smirks, her only answer is pressing her lips to yours. Her lips are so soft as they slowly move against yours. You stiffen, fearful of what she'll do next. She is like a siren, unstable and bewitching.

Without warning her tongue forces its way into your mouth. Stroking yours with practiced carnality that unmistakably makes you stiffen in your pants. You feel like you can barely breathe and is her tongue growing? She forces her tongue deeper, now down your throat, suffocating you. Not only that but it's growing, expanding in your maw slowly stifling air. Her hand finds its way back into your slowly hardening manhood. You should not be turned on by this. But you are and you're ashamed because she's the enemy yet she's so captivating.

She makes quick work of your pants, and your needy cock springs out. Her eyes never leave you as she strokes you up and down, slowly and teasingly. You stare back into her eyes, pleading for her to let up and let you breathe at least. Pre-cum drips down your cock as she fondles your balls. You groan against her tongue, shamelessly delighting in this.

Unexpectedly, she frees your mouth from her suffocating tongue, and you gasp taking deep breaths of air. "You're enjoying this," She points out with eyes hazy with lust. "Y-You are too," you point out breathlessly. She chuckles, a light airy noise, and continues to kiss you. This time without forcing her tongue in you.

Instead, it's passionate as she moves her lips against yours in a steamy embrace. Her hand picks up its pace, her thumb stroking your tip. You moan, a pitiful sound, against her mouth. Her hand morphs into what resembles a fleshlight of sorts, now jerking you off roughly. She breaks away from you to pepper your neck with kisses.

"You're so pathetic, you're going to cum for your adversary?" She asks, licking up your neck with her damp tongue, and you shudder and groan. The pressure building in your groin is too much. Your balls tighten as you thrust into her hand, you're so close. She smirks into your neck and bites down, drawing a speck of blood.

It's enough for you to shudder and cum on her hand, coating it with your fluid. You groan, loud and shudder as she slowly strokes you even after you've cum. She rewards you with a final soft and pleasant kiss. She realises you and wraps her arm around your shoulder. Bringing you in deeper for the kiss. You kiss her back, now completely wrapped around her finger.

She pulls back and smiles at you. "Once I handle your little accomplices, I'll return for you. Until then, sit still for me like a good boy." She instructs, a piece of her breaking off, it wraps itself around you. Trapping your arms against your chair, making leaving impossible. "W-What are you doing?" You ask, still dazed from cumming. She is already leaving, halfway through the front door of your apartment when she turns back. She devilishly snickers, "Don't worry I won't harm them...too bad." She replies, and with that, she is gone. You watch her hips sway as she closes the door behind her, winking at you.

You sit trapped, still unbelievably horny and now fearful for your comrades. How were you going to get out of this? You guess the only thing to do now is wait.

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I wanna read more DC comics and maybe write for a few characters. Someone give me DC characters to write for I'm getting a little burnt out on Invincible 😭

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Someone send me requests for invincible with these writing prompts please I beg

soft vs hard love dialogue and prompts

➣ SOFT LOVE

♡ "you're cute when you're mad."

♡ soft shoulder kisses.

♡ "home is where you are, whether it is here, in the deepest ocean or hottest desert, you are my home."

♡ slow and curious first kiss, both characters seemingly nervous, blush painting their faces.

♡ stolen glances across the room.

♡ "the gods took their time with you."

♡ wearing their heart on their sleeves around each other.

♡ character A's face blushing as B smootheres them in compliments even years into their relationship with character B.

♡ quiet murmurs of affection.

♡ “i missed you.” “i was gone for two hours.”

♡ coffee shop and bookstore dates.

➣ HARD LOVE

♡ guttural rain confessions.*

♡ "do you not get it? every second i spend in the absence of your presence pains me."

♡ harsh and passionate first kisses.

♡ "i fucking yearn for you and you haven't so much as spared me a glance in years!"

♡ walls that they have each spent years building crumbling in the presence of one another.

♡ heated arguments turned into heated confessions.

♡ "i hate you! i hate you so much i can't bear to be near you." "you are walking a fine line between hate and desire, love."

♡ both being far too stubborn to admit their feelings, their hearts both caged deep within them.

♡ (years/months) of pent up emotions being aired in an argument and when the dust settles the only emotion left is their desire for each other.

♡ “do you think i want this? do you think i want to be stuck in this endless cycle of wanting you? do you truly think i enjoy waking up every morning realizing you’re not there?”

♡ tears spilling as they finally give in and proclaim their feelings.

♡ “i am not an easy person to love.” “i think i’ve got the hang of it.”

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* rain confessions coming soon !!

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Just Your Doll

This is my first time writing smut like this so please tell me what you think!

Warnings: NSFW, NON-CON, DUB-CON, violence, gore, dacryphilia, gangbang, cuckhold?, yandere behavior, mentions of cannibalism and necrophilia, dark content, gangbang, sodomy

Featuring: Lensless Mark, Mohawk Mark, Sinister Mark, Viltrumite Mark x Reader

Word count: 5.9k

Break my fall

Please don't let my veins constrict

I'm just your doll

I'm just your doll, I promise

-Snow Strippers

Mark is such a good friend to you. Always willing to lend a shoulder when things got rough. You even went to prom together! Not as a couple, no, that would never happen. At least that's what you told yourself, even though you would continuously stare at his lean, toned body and dark eyes and hair. Tall, dark, and handsome? Sign you up! 

The other issue with Mark Grayson's and your possible relationship was his relationship with Samantha Eve Wilkins. Or Eve, as she was often called. The two appear to be a perfect couple. They complement each other well—Eve with her gorgeous ginger hair and emerald eyes. Mark, like you previously mentioned, was tall, dark, and handsome—everything you want in a man. 

However, he is accounted for. 

That doesn't stop you from being there for him, though. Especially after his breakup with Amber. He cried because he couldn't keep her safe. You remember how your jealousy bubbled up, but kept it down for his sake. Rubbing his shoulder and telling him it's alright. 

A deep secret part of you has hoped he and Eve would go up in flames the same way, and he would come back to you. Crying in your arms the first time. How he didn't know if he could keep his loved ones safe, being Invincible. 

He didn't know how to keep you safe.

When he whispered that against your scalp as he held you close like you were the most precious thing in the world, you almost confessed to him right then and there. You wished you had, god, you wish you did. Not even two weeks later, you caught Mark and Eve lip-locked in his room. You had come by to drop off some comic books he had let you borrow, and walked right into their messy make-out. Without another word, you silently closed the door and stepped out of his house. Tears gathered in your eyes as you silently walked home. 

You are an idiot to think you and Mark could ever have something. This universe or the next.

Your phone pinged again, cutting off from your thoughts in the safety of your apartment, as Mark texted you.

Mark: Where are you

The first text message was harmless enough. Perhaps he just wanted to hang out; it had been a while since you two got to properly do so. Well, you had been avoiding him ever since you found him and Eve. The second, however, made you concerned. 

Mark: Stay where you are and do not go outside

It wasn't like Mark to not use proper grammar even in text, that dork. But this was almost like he was in a rush, straightforward and to the point.

You thought maybe he was fighting this week's big bad villain near your apartments, no biggie, nothing he couldn't handle. You set your phone down and turned on your TV, hoping to distract yourself and your complicated feelings for your best friend. Before you could switch stations, it went to breaking news. A news reporter holding a microphone with a nervous expression on his face appears on your screen. 

He looks around fearfully searching for something in the sky, but when he doesn't find it, he looks back at the camera. He raises his microphone to his lips and licks them nervously.

"Y-Yeah, John, I'm here where the Invincibles first landed, as you can see, there is complete carnage behind me." The reporter turns to show the wreckage of the city. Buildings toppled and bodies lay scattered in red gore. Cars were flipped, and streets were leveled. You can see heroes evacuating survivors from the wreckage.

Okay, this wasn't your average run-of-the-mill villain, with how much carnage was laid out in one of the biggest cities in the world. And what was that about Invincible, plural?

"Our reports show that the casualties are in the thousands. If you see Invincible, do not, I repeat, do not-" Before he can finish his sentence. Mark, wearing his Invincible uniform, lands behind him with a smile, different from his usual bright grin. Wait, no, that can't be Mark. Last time you checked, he wore a black and blue suit, while the one he currently has on is black and yellow. You decided you didn't like his new suit, especially the cape. Couldn't Art have come up with something better?

This can't be your Mark, yet this superhero? Super villain? Resembled him so much that he could be his twin.

"As much as I enjoy you broadcasting my wonderful display, I can't leave any survivors," Mark said with a cruel shrug, and before your very eyes, raised his hand. Chopping the reporter's head clean off his body. Crimson blood spurted out where his head had once been. Coating the man's once pristine outfit in gore. 

The man's body flopped down onto his knees as blood spewed from the arteries in his neck onto the concrete floor. Staining the mysterious black and yellow man's boots, who didn't seem to mind as he faced the cameraman. "Now...Onto the next." He grinned and, faster than a bullet, lounged towards the camera. "Oh Jesus-" the cameraman screamed in despair as the camera cut off to static.

Okay, what the hell is going on? Fear crept into your body as you pieced two and two together. Mark's text message and news report. Oh god, something terrible is happening, isn't it? You just hoped Mark would be okay.

With a deafening crash, a shadowy figure smashed through your window, sending shards of glass flying like daggers. A rush of adrenaline coursed through you as you screamed, instinctively diving into the couch to shield yourself from the shower of glass. The intruder, seemingly unfazed, stomped onto the remnants, the sharp crunch echoing ominously in the stunned silence of the room.

You reluctantly lift your head, arms still up, shielding your head from any more potential flying glass. Fear holding you in place on your cheap Ikea couch. 

You prayed Mark would come to your rescue as you feared the worst.

This figure is clad in Mark's vintage yellow and blue suit, but it had key differences. The suit is complemented by fingerless gloves that reveal strong, capable hands. While a lensless mask obscures most of the face, it highlights the intense, dilated pupils beneath. Eyes wide with unrestrained excitement.

Again, this mystery man resembles Mark. The more you stare at him, the more you realize this is Mark. The bridge of his nose and the puffiness of his lips are too identical, you're embarrassed to admit you have memorized his facial structure. Committing it to memory in case you lost him forever. Whether to Eve or some dangerous force.

The key difference between this Mark and yours is the creepy smile adorning his face. As he steps closer and closer, his smile widens. Another key difference is that he's covered in gore and blood. From head to toe. A mirthless smirk different from your Mark's usual gleam.

"It's my lucky day!" The imposter suddenly exclaims with his arms up, celebrating. "I didn't know if this universe you lived in the same apartments or not!" This lensless Mark even spoke differently from your Mark. Like he had a permanent playful sneer in his voice.

 You're extremely confused. The way he makes it sound as if there is another version of you out there. So that means there must be another version of Mark, maybe evil versions, out there. With how much blood is caked on him, you take it he's an evil one.

He stepped closer, glass crunching under his boots, the sound makes your breath seize. If he were anything like the other one on the news, you would be in big trouble.

You have to get the hell out of dodge. 

As fast as you can, you spring up from the couch and make a beeline for the front doors of your apartment. If this Mark is the same as your Mark, you know you stand no chance, but you have to try. Your hand barely makes surface with the door handle before your arm is nearly ripped from its socket. Pulling you back forcibly into a solid wall, no, a chest. His muscles so solid that he feels like a brick wall.

Fear and pain paralyze you. You suck in your breath and try to suppress a scream as you are held so close to his chest. You could hear his heartbeat with how close you were. You were surprised to find it beating at nearly the same pace as yours. While yours is in fear, his is because of excitement. 

Lenseless Mark clicked his tongue and shook his head. "Silly, you can't escape me, and you certainly didn't do it the first time. So what makes you think you could do this time, hmm?" He asks with an ominous smile and a tighter hold on your arm. You were definitely going to bruise there.

This lensless freak wasn't making any sense. What did he mean by "this universe you living in the same apartments" or "you certainly didn't escape him last time"? The ominous meaning behind the latter part of his words made you shudder. You never met this psycho in your life! Yet he acted like he knew you. 

Abruptly, another window of your apartment was smashed through. This time, right next to you and your captor. You shriek as shattered glass hits you, cutting into your arm. Shutting your eyes, you tried to imagine you were anywhere else but here. Maybe if you imagined hard enough, you could pretend the iron grip on your arm was your Mark. Instead of grabbing you harshly, he was holding you to his chest lovingly. 

Yeah, right.

Your whole body trembled as you slowly opened your eyes to see another Mark. This one has a unique style. His hair is cut into a mohawk that spikes in every direction, and he has an eyebrow piercing on his left side. Giving him a rebellious and bad boy style. This Mark, too, has lean, battle-hardened muscle.

Two Marks stood between you now. One blocked your only means of escape, and the other had you by the arms. You were stuck between a rock and a hard place. 

Mohawk Mark whistled at the sight of you. Anxious and afraid. Even in this universe, fear looks good on you. “Look at you, babe, didn't think I’d find you so soon in this dimension. But hey, I ain’t complaining!” He smirked and stepped closer to you and Lenseless Mark. His posture is relaxed as he stands in front of you and the psycho who's holding you. 

“Hey, buddy, I appreciate you holding onto her for me, but could you let her go now? You see, she and I have a hot reunion we need to attend.” He spoke to Lenseless, but his gaze remained fixed on you, a glint in his eyes as if he had finally found his favorite toy.

The grip around you tightened, pulling you closer to him. He snarled at Mohawk, "Finders keepers! I found her first!" You couldn't help but whimper at the harsh hold on your arms. They talked about you as if you were an object.

It was a mistake to whimper like that, especially when you felt something warm and stiff press against you. This made you want to cry harder, but you knew it would give these two the sick satisfaction. 

Their squabble was interrupted by a caped silhouette coming through your busted window. This figure was caked in blood and gore, bearing a wide-tooth grin. You realized him instantly. This is the man in the news who killed the news reporter. Your breath and body became rigid. Fear coursing through your veins. 

He grinned at you. His hands and arms were alarming. Encrusted with blood and scratch marks. He floated closer and closer to the three of you. 

“Guys, she's mine. But if you want to fight, I have no problem tearing you apart and fucking her in your guts afterwards.” He said it with a bone-chilling expression. Out of the three, this one was the worst, you decided. 

Lensless Mark grew harder against your ass; the idea of a fight to the death for you turned him on. What the hell was wrong with these people? They were all unmistakably Mark but were nothing like him. 

Your Mark was sweet and caring. These impostors were uncaring and perverted. 

Mohawk glares at this sinister variant and shouts. "Fuck you, dipshit! She's mine!” He lounged at the sinister one, but he was prepared and easily caught his fist. “Pathetic.” He snickered and delivered a punch to Mohawk's stomach, who hunched over in pain, holding his guts that felt like they had exploded. 

While this was happening, Lenseless took it upon himself to trap you in his arms completely. Rutting into your ass with his stiff boner. Head in your neck, inhaling your scent. You cringed and looked away. Humiliated by what was happening. Even more so when you felt a stir in your groin. 

"I had almost forgotten what your fear smells like; it's been so long." He groaned into you. Hot breath tickling your neck. 

He looked up at the two fighting in the air, the two exchanging punches. He looked at your terrified face, then looked up again. A light bulb went off in his head. 

“Hey, guys!” he shouted, switching his grip to one arm, holding you against him as he raised his hand to yell. The two ignored him as they continued to try to kill one another. “Hey guys! I have an idea!” He shouted, louder this time, thinking they didn't hear him.

“What is it, dipshit?!” Mohawk Mark growled, trying to subdue Sinister Mark. It was clear which variant is stronger as Sinister Mark easily overpowered him with a punch to the face.

“Why don’t we just share her? I mean, there’s nothing she can do against all of us!” He exclaimed, an impish grin spreading across his face as he animatedly waved his arms in the air. His gestures were lively, brimming with an almost childlike enthusiasm that might have been charming under different circumstances. 

But right now, as he discussed you like a mere piece of meat to be divided, it felt anything but endearing. The air around him crackled with an unsettling energy, and the casual cruelty in his tone left a chill crawling down your spine. “And afterwards, we can fight to the death. Okay, doky?” he added, his eyes glinting with a mix of mischief and menace.

Sinister paused, his fingers stroking his chin thoughtfully as he considered the proposition. It isn't a terrible idea, after all. While the thrill of fucking you in the heat of a post-battle frenzy certainly appealed to him, the prospect of indulging in his desires while you are at your most vulnerable is far too enticing to ignore. He felt his member harden at the idea. He made up his mind.

In a flash, Sinister is in front of you with a terrifying grin. You flinch back, fearful of what he might do. You know they have no intent to kill you right now. Regardless, it sounds like they had something much worse for you in store. A fate worse than death.

“How does that sound, sweet thing? Think you can take us all on?” His grin was predatory, revealing a cruel delight as he seized a handful of your hair, yanking your head back with brutal force. The sharp tug sent a rush of pain through your scalp, intensifying the sting in your eyes as tears threatened to spill over.

“S-Screw you!” You clenched through the pain. A glare of defiance was directed towards the Sinister Mark. This version of you had so much fight in you, he loved it. His version of you was never a fighter. Especially after he massacred your boyfriend in front of you. The pitiful look in your eyes made him realize he was in love with you.

As well as your despair.

"Hmm..." he hummed in mocking thought, "No, I think I'll screw you instead." He grinned and grabbed the top of your clothing, tearing it effortlessly like tissue paper. Exposing a plain black bra. It wasn't conventionally sexy, but it's been so long since he'd seen your exposed body. It wasn't long until that, too, was ripped from your body with ease. Your breasts bounced lewdly as they were freed with force.

You gasped and thrashed harder against Lenseless, who was staring at your chest.

"S-Stop!" Your woeful pleas fell on deaf ears. Tears freely fell down your face like a broken dam. Despair roots deep in your core. Lenseless Mark leaned down and lapped at your salty tears with glee. Which only made you cry harder.

You heard a whistle as Mohawk Mark came into view, with bloodshot eyes and a bloody nose from his battle with the other one. "This view never gets old, babe, you know that?" He leered, staring at your bare breasts. Despite the Sinister Mark still holding your head in place, you could make out Mohawk hardening in his suit. You had always hoped you would be the center of Mark's fantasies, but not like this.

A harsh tug at your nipple broke you from your thoughts. You moaned involuntarily, face flushing in embarrassment once you realized. The same hand twisted the fleshy organ with devilish delight, hoping to get another reaction out of you. You steel yourself, determined to get through with your dignity intact.

"Aw, c'mon babe, we could make you feel so good. If you just let us." Lenseless giggles behind you, using his hand that wasn't keeping you pinned in place to grope you. Your nipple hardened under the twisted fingers around it, making pleasure pool into your groin. It didn't help that the same Mark continues to grind into your ass.

A ruthless slap on your other breast caused you to moan again. A high-pitched, needy sound. You couldn't take this humiliation and hopelessness anymore. Yes, in your wildest fantasies, you dreamed of this. Not one, not two, but three Marks? All very into you. However, they weren't your Mark, and would never be your Mark. Instead, they were sources of torment, their enticements quickly morphing into a suffocating trap. The urgency to escape became a need; you had to break free and fast, before you were ensnared completely.

Unbeknownst to the individuals caught up in the chaotic scene below, a solitary figure hovered silently outside your apartment. This was an alternative version of Mark Grayson, a being shaped by the unforgiving doctrines of the Viltrum Empire. His traditional Viltrum suit, once white, now bore ghastly crimson stains.

A part of him relished the spectacle before him, his gaze lingering on the moment when your breasts were unveiled, showcasing their beauty. Yet, another emotion surged within him—anger. In his realm, you were not just an object of desire; you were a revered concubine. The contrast between the exhilaration of that moment and the violation of your dignity ignited a fire in his groin.

Yet despite his fury, he stayed rooted to his spot. In a sick and twisted way, the scene before him was erotic. You were one of his favorites back home. No, you were the favorite.

He stayed right where he was. Watching the perverted presentation with a rigid posture. Ignoring the hardening member in his pants. Attempting to tell himself he was better than those disgusting versions of himself. Telling himself he would swoop in the second you were in real danger.

You continue to struggle fruitlessly in their intemperate assault. Despite the brave face you put on, your endeavor was slowly crumpling away. Particularly when Sinister Mark started to free his rock-hard member from the confines of his suit. Pink tip leaking with vile pre cum. Dark pubic hair neatly trimmed around his thick member.

You were about to be violated against your will.

This thought reignited your fight. You aren't about to take this lying down. Even if they are so much more powerful than you. Even if they wear the man you love face.

Without warning, you kick the Lensless Mark's crotch, your foot connecting to his family jewels with great force. You smirk in triumph; no man could ever survive a kick to the balls.

Instead of the desired effect of his loosening grip, and hopefully doubling over in excruciating pain. His influence on you did not falter. It tightened, crushing the breath from your lungs. Then he moaned, a desperate sound that sent chills down your spine. You don't know if in fear or horniness.

"Do that again! Pleeeaase?" He pleaded, now desperately trying to undress himself. Eager to free his stiff member that was begging to fuck you. His sadomasochism makes you want to puke.

A sudden and harsh slap nearly makes you lose consciousness; it's so harsh. Your cheek feels hot and tingly. A fresh set of tears streams down your face at the pain and inhumanity. The same yellow hand grabs your hair roughly again, nearly tearing strands off.

"Stupid cunt, you ever try that again, I'll kill you and fuck your still warm corpse." The Sinister Mark threatened with a furious sneer. The curl of both his frown and fingers around your hair means he's serious. Yet all that fight in you is so unbelievably attractive. He's going to enjoy tearing you apart, he's going to enjoy making you enjoy it.

That's enough for the fight in you to vanish.

Tears stream down your cheeks. Falling and splashing onto your naked breasts. The droplets roll down the curve of your body. All three Marks are memorized by the sight.

Mohawk is pissed that someone else slapped and threatened what was his. On the other hand, he had missed this view. You're vulnerable, especially with your tits out like that and moaning like a desperate whore.

Lensless is just happy to be included. He is also happy that he gets to fuck you again before he conquers another planet. Plus, this version of you is so feisty!

Sinister means every threat. He remembers how often his version of you would fight. It was endearing at first, but it got old after a while. He put an end to that defiance real quick.

He adored seeing you under his thumb, vulnerable. Ensnared in his violent fantasies. So easy to break and mold into his perfect doll.

Yes, you were just a doll. A doll for him to use and abuse.

Without hesitation, he grabbed the shorts and panties you’re wearing. Tearing them off of you, leaving you completely nude. You gasp and flinch as the cold air hits your most private parts.

Sinister Mark hums in satisfaction, rubbing a finger up your wet slit and teasing you. Lensless, with his cock now freed, attempts to stick it in your asshole. Earning a squeal from you.

"N-No! Not that hole—Please!" You plead in a desperate attempt to gain control of the situation. Lensless ignores your pleas, spitting on his heavy cock. He grabs your ass, spreading it apart. You brace yourself, every muscle tense.

Sinister begins rubbing your clit, slow, sensual circles. "Relax, babe." He coos into your ear. It's anything but comforting. However, the stimulation of your clit makes you relax slightly. Closing your eyes, you pretend this is your Mark touching you. Making you feel good.

A sharp intrusion in your ass shatters the illusion as you scream in pain. His thick cock penetrates the deepest part of you. You sob a wretched sound while Lensless slowly rutts into your ass. Taking his sweet time.

"Fuck baby! Your ass is so tight!" He moans, shallow thrusts make you cringe in pain. Thankfully he holds himself back from tearing you in two.

The contradiction of Sinister rubbing lazy circles on your clit while Lensless stretches your ass out as your mind spirals.

Moawk has taken it upon himself to start harshly sucking your nipples. Leaving bite marks on them that are sure to bruise later. Evidence of the assault for you to remember. As if this moment wouldn't be permanently ingrained in your head.

You moan unwillingly while Sinister rubs faster circles on your clit to the rhythm of his hand pumping his leaking cock. Your eyes clench while your fists are balled. Trying to fight off the pleasure that's slowly but surely mounting. After all this time still unwilling to give in to these twisted impostors' games.

"Open your eyes before I eat them out of your skull bitch." Sinister groaned, now rubbing his cock harder at the thought. How your soft orbs would roll on his tongue. Before they pop under his sharp canines.

You sniff and open them fearfully to see 2 disturbing grins and needy cocks.

You're reminded of Lensless cock steadily rocking into your ass that, unbeknownst to you, started to coat him in a light sheen of blood. You recoil at the new sensation of being penetrated with proper lube. Mixed with Sinister proding at your neglected dripping hole.

Continuously observing the sexual exploitation of you has gotten Viltrum Mark nearly cumming. Hand pawing at his long ago freed dick. His savior complex long since forgotten in his carnal desires. He watched as they used you for their sick fantasies.

He was displeased with the threats on your life, but told himself he could always slowly torture that yellow and black one after this was all over. Then he'd take you back home with him, whether you want to or not. But for now, he's content with watching you get fucked. Maybe he'd also try your ass.

The Marks make you change positions. Forcing you on your knees with your hands held behind your back, ass up in the air. Lensless continues to restrain you as he thrusts intensely into your tight ring of muscles. Making you clench around Sinister's fingers that have picked up speed, your pussy making prurient noises.

"What's wrong? Can't fight back with your ass getting fucked, can you?" Sinister smirks, curling his fingers in you, hitting a soft spot in you that makes you gasp. The whole ordeal is so degrading. You attempt to distract yourself from this torture by counting how many tiles are in your kitchen. The view is obstructed by a cock with pubic hair cut neatly. You hadn't noticed it before but now with it in clear view, you realize that Mohawk's cock is pierced. A curved barbell pokes out from his urethra. His hand stroking his cock leaking precum with eagerness.

He slaps his cock on your lips and cheeks with lewd wet slaps. Pre-cum stains your lips like gross lipstick. His cock jewelry is cool against your skin. You feel like a cheap whore.

Sinister slides under you, your pussy now sitting on top of his tip. He teases the tip at your entrance. Expecting a reaction from you. He hopes to make you beg for it. "C'mon sweet thing. Beg for it." He demands, a barely concealed warning. He is not above forcing you to beg for him. You know this and it causes you to tense. Fear mixed with slight pleasure.

Lensless thrusts faster, noisy claps of skin on skin fill the living room. You gasp and shake your head. Your opposition is wearing thin, building into hedonism. "P-Please..." You don't know what you're begging for anymore. Either for it to stop or for them to carry on. They know you're close to you're breaking point. You know you're close to your breaking point. Maybe the Lensless one was right all you have to do is give in and they won't hurt you.

"I can't hear you!" Mohawk replied with a sharp slap of his dick against your cheek. Instead of cringing away like you usually do, you moan. A feeble sound but it's a start. Mohawk smirks triumphantly, since he's the one who's finally gotten a moan from you. Pride swelling in his chest.

Barely above a whisper, you ultimately relent "p-please fuck me...". Giving up your self-respect for safety. A single tear rolls down your face.

That's precisely what these bastards wanted to hear. Sinister grins, wide and wicked. Slamming his hip upwards, thrusting into your heat. You gasp at the sensitivity of your walls, greedily sucking him in. He is neither kind nor patient. Each thrust a carnal jab into your soft cervix. You moan unabashedly, but are interrupted by Mohawk shoving his dick down your throat. Heavy balls slap against your chin as you gag around him. Salty pre-cum assaults your taste buds while Mohawk shudders from the sensation of your tongue.

"O-Oh my god—!" Lensless whimpers, thrusting harder into your ass. Drunk on how fat your ass looks from this angle. Sinister groans at the feeling of your tight pussy wrapped around his dick. Mohawk thrusts sloppily into your mouth, saliva coating his cock and balls. He stares down at you with hazy eyes. Drunk on your tears.

You moan, feeling filled to the brim. Overwhelming pleasure overtakes your mind as you're used like a whore. A sick secret part of you was loving this. But you would never admit it to anyone, especially yourself. God, you'd rather die.

You bob your head back and forth on Mohawk's cock. Making a loud slurping noise as he uses your mouth for his pleasure. "Fuuuck babe, no matter what universe, you sure can suck dick!" He groans, humping your face with vigor. His hand tightly grabs strands of hair, guiding your mouth.

Sinister hits a distinct spot that has you seeing stars. Uninhibited moans spill out as your face flushes in embarrassment. He grins and continues to hit that spot again and again. Each time tingling goes up your spine and your gut tightens with pleasure. Your pussy constricts around his cock making him groan a low sexy sound.

Lensless thrusts turn slobbly and out of rhythm. He moans and whimpers, carelessly dropping your arms to wrap his own around you. Embracing you in his secure grip. God, he always loved your ass. "Fuck—I'm close—" He moans, thrusting as deep as he possibly can and cums. The feeling is a sick but erotic sensation. Two feelings you've been feeling a lot today. He cums for a while, shallow thrust penetrating his cum deep within you.

He stays inside you while Sinister groans and grabs your thighs, bouncing on his cock while you suck Mohawk off. "Slut can't get enough of this." Sinister moans, balls tightening as he prepares to cum. Inside you, of course, no way in hell is he pulling out. He doesn't like kids or anything like that but the thought of you having his cum in your womb makes him feral.

You are tired beyond repair, now hoping the assault ends sooner rather than later.

A groan snaps you out of your thought. An explicit sound that has your clit aching. Sinister thrusts one final time before he empties his load in you. Cum overflowing your pussy, droplets falling on his balls.

You realize the mistake before it's too late. You just let him cum inside you. You wonder in terror what if his seed takes root? You don't have time to dwell on that thought however before Mohawk shoves his cock so far down your throat you gag harshly. Bitter cum flooding your mouth forcing you to swallow every last drop. "Shit—!" He moans, his grasp on your hair tightening, making you tear up. These monsters have done nothing but defile and use you, you think while gagging on cum. The thought both terrifies and excites you in a twisted way.

In the clouds, Viltrumite finishes into his hand with a soft moan. Having watched the erotic display with hawk vision. Honed in on every detail of you. He basks in the afterglow of post-nut, feeling like his mind is cleared. He now knows he has to keep you to himself. A goddess such as yourself.

Sinister keeps thrusting slowly and shallowly. Fingers back on your needy clit. You moan and look away. Attempting to imagine your Mark is rubbing your clit. Sinister knows what you're doing, and he won't have it. "Look at me, sweet thing." He demands. He doesn't have to threaten you, you know what he's capable of. What they're all capable of. You relent and look at him. The same devious smirk greeted you back. You never noticed how sharp his canines are. His fingers rub faster, making you moan louder. The sensations are too much. He forces an orgasm out of you with his harsh fingers. Squirting on his cock with a pitiful moan.

Your body relaxes against Lensless arms, the most relaxed you've been this whole encounter. Your body is shiny with sweat and their fluids. Giving you a glow, impossible for the Marks to look away from. They all decide independently that you need to be theirs. They all look at each other, the air suddenly hostile. Yeah, they fucked the shit out of you but now what? Lensless gently sets your naked form down on the couch, away from the bloody brawl that is about to happen. Sinister is the first to take a battle-ready stance. Fists raised ready to tear someone's throat out. Mohawk glares at him. He hasn't forgotten their previous fight and was ready for some revenge.

Before any real fighting began a commanding voice stopped everyone. "Enough we are supposed to be conquering this universe. Your petty squabble can wait." Viltrumite Mark announces with authority. He is confident in his ability to subdue these versions of himself. He had been trained on his home planet since the day he was born.

Sinister smirks, he knew the whole time he was up there, watching. He's surprised he never came down to join in on the fun. Judging from the way he stares at your naked form, he is no better than the rest of them.

He is the first one to relent, dropping his shoulders and folding them against his chest. He knows this version of him must have some kind of plan in mind. And he looks forward to watching them completely crumble in front of him."He's right, once we take over this pathetic universe then we can settle things," he spoke looking directly at Mohawk. Who scoffed, glaring at him. "And then I'll take what's rightfully mine." He announces, glancing towards you. Now peacefully unconscious on your couch.

"No way man! That pussy is mine!" Mohawk snarls, raising his fist at Sinister. Ready to attack, screw these guys. The only one he truly cares about is you, not this conquering bullshit. Viltrumite Mark glares at him. "Behave yourself or I'll kill your precious plaything." A farce, he would never hurt you. At least not to the extent these three have.

It's enough to calm Mohawk who now fixates his rage onto the Viltrumite. Whatever he could kill everyone in his way later. It was too much trouble right now. Lensless is not stupid he can also see through Viltrum Mark. He clearly loves you too, he sucks balls at hiding it. But like Sinister he'll play along for now.

All four return to the meeting spot with Angstrom Levy. Leaving you unconscious with cum drying in between your thighs. Bruises and blood decorate your skin, a chilling reminder of what had transpired. When you woke up you would be so ashamed at what happened. You could never look at Mark the same again.

At least that's what the Mark variants hope.

Woohoo boy this took me too long to finish. Now I'm going to go eat pizza rolls and go to sleep.

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At nearly 5k words with this smutty Invincible Variants! I'm so excited to post this! Would anyone be willing to proofread once it is done? Warnings will be included as well!

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Lensless!Mark x F!Reader

Hello! I'm back again! Please send requests if you have any! :3

Warnings: non-con, yandere, dark content, stalking, sodomizing

In the Lenseless Marks universe, the two of you are close friends! Have been since early high school. You are honestly his one and only friend.

The two of you have been through thick and thin. Two peas in a pod as Debbie often said.

After high school, you lost contact with Mark. Saddened but ready to move on with your life, you enrolled in a university that is states away. Ready to start building your new life.

Things are going well for you. You have plenty of friends and it looks like your life is starting to come together.

That is until you started getting creepy text messages from an unknown number.

At first, you thought someone had texted the wrong number. Oh well, they'll realize their mistake soon enough and stop.

Except they didn't stop.

They texted you relentlessly—all day, every day—and as time went on, they became more and more disturbing.

You didn't know how, but they knew your name. Even the names of your friends and family. Every time you threatened to expose them to the police they would threaten to kill your friends and family.

Unknown: You looked so good in those shorts you had on today. I can't wait to see them off.

Unknown: Who tf was that guy you were talking to? I'll kill him.

Your life felt like it was starting to crumble before your very eyes.

You were out shopping with a few close friends one day when the invasion happened. Invaders dressed in grey and white threatened to extinguish any rebellion.

And the one leading the charge? None other than Mark Grayson. That odd boy you grew up with, whom you thought could not harm, was now at the forefront of the annexation.

He took sick glee in killing all of your friends in front of you. One by one, each was a gruesome eradication. By the time he was done crimson cruor painted the walls.

After he was done he held your head close to his chest. Inhaling your scent.

He missed you so much. After you graduated you never took the time to try and find him. Reach out to him or something. He is very angry at you, but that's okay! You're together now and that'll all that matters.

He knew you knew his feelings for you. He laid them out plainly for you in text! Yet why do you still fight? He thought you loved him back. I mean why else would you message him back every day?

Maybe it was part of a kinky roleplay he didn't know you were into. You little succubus, that has to be it!

You sobbed and tried to run for it, but he was too fast. This must be part of the role play too! You were just full of surprises!

He quickly catches you like a fly in a trap. You scream and trash. Aw, baby you know you don't have to play hard to get with him!

He loves your ass. Loves playing with it, fucking it.

If he could he would fuck it all day every day but he knows you need time to rest.

You beg and cry for him to let you go. Yapping about how you want to go home. But baby there is no home for you to go back to.

Only him.

Loves blowjobs.

There is just something about feeling your puffy lips on his cock that gets him going. How tears and snot drip down your face. It's so pornographic.

Like sinister keeps you trapped somewhere where only he can find you. Away from prying eyes.

Unlike sinister, who doesn't really care if you return his feelings, he wants you to return his affections. He's been in love with you since you two first met.

When you run for the first time he thinks it's a game. In his delusional mind, he thinks you want him to chase you.

What a silly little game for a silly girl. As annoying as it is, he'll go through with it, as long as it gets his dick wet in the end.

His reward for catching you.

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these are all very old maybe around april-may. i barely realized that i never posted this when i looked thru my drafts 😭

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Sinister!Mark x F!Reader

Wrote this instead of sleeping again.Not beta-read too lazy. Anyways please enjoy and follow me if you like my stuff!

Warnings: Non-con, violence, gore, dark content, physical and mental abuse, yandere, sodomising, suicidal thoughts

In sinister Mark's world, you were one of his classmates. That hot popular guy girl every guy in the school wanted to screw. Mark would be lying if he said he wasn't one of them.

Mark grew up never having friends. His antisocial behavior threw off a lot of people. You included.

Everyone joked about how if the school ever had a school shooter, it would be him.

In your senior year of high school, the news reported Omni-Man had been killed by his son. Invincible.

Soon after, Mark disappeared never to be heard from again.

College rolled around and you were studying to become a nurse. Things were going well! You had a boyfriend and an apartment you both shared.

However one day the news reported that aliens wearing grey uniforms were invading Earth. Killing and enslaving people with gorey violence.

You and your boyfriend tried to run and hide. But it was to no avail when you were cornered by a woman with a long gray braid. Blood covered her once pristine grey attire.

Suddenly, a bloodied fist emerged from her stomach. Her expression changed from one of indifference to one of shock. She looked down at her insides which were now on the outside.

She fell to her knees, dead. You and your boyfriend had been saved! You gasped when you recognized who had rescued the two of you.

Invincible. With his black and yellow uniform. His cape flowing in the wind majestically.

Surely he wouldn't let any harm fall on you or your boyfriend…right?

Before you could blink Invincible had your boyfriend by the throat. Even faster than that, your boyfriends head was ripped from his body.

His lifeless body fell to the floor in a bloody heap. You screamed, horrified at the sight in front of you.

Invincible now covered in your boyfriend's blood, grinned with cruelty. Tears streamed down your face as you screamed. Devastated at losing the love of your life.

Sinister Mark loves the sound of your screams. Especially the ones when he takes a bite out of you. He can't help it! Your skin looks so soft and smooth.

He has to know what you taste like. Both inside and out.

With your lover's gore still caked on him, Mark fucks you right then and there.

You fought at first but that was quickly snuffed out when he threatened to use your boyfriend's blood as lube.

Your moans and whimpers were so erotic. How you weakly begged him to stop. He came so many times.

He made sure to force orgasm after orgasm out of you. Your humiliated face every time was so pornographic.

After the Viltrum Empire took over and enslaved Earth, you were enslaved to Invincible. His personal chew toy.

He never cared about taking over Earth. Honestly, he wanted an excuse for bloodshed and now he has you to fulfill his desires.

Resistance was never a good idea when it comes to Sinister Mark. Even the microscopic acts of defiance are met with agonizing punishment.

You tried to leave once and he broke one of your ankles. After that he fucked your ass for even thinking about leaving him.

He kept you chained at all times after that little stunt. Paranoid you were going to try and escape again.

You never did try again. Too broken to try.

He is really mean to you like really mean. Will sometimes threaten your life just for the hell of it. His eyes say they’ve definitely envisioned it. Dreamt of it even.

He likes to take chunks out of you. Not love bites no. He actively tries to eat as much of your flesh as he can.

Gets a disgusting boner every time he does and demands you take care of it.

There is no escape from him. You are trapped in his twisted affections.

Sometimes you think the only way out is death.

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(Warnings: yandere, kidnapping, Blood, implied stalking…uhhh general enslavement of the human race)

Maybe Nolan actually let Viltrumite!Mark have somewhat of a normal childhood before he took him to be raised on Viltrum.

He had a normal suburban house, he had his loving mother, and he also had you—his childhood friend.

You two were inseparable. Peas in a pod. Summers were spent inside each other’s houses, playing video games. Bike rides through the woods. Skipping rocks across the lake.

You were there when he broke his leg and had to be rushed to the hospital, the first one to sign his cast. You were there when his first tooth fell out. You were there for it all.

You two couldn’t have been more than seven years old, huddled together in a crappy pillow fort, when he told you he loved you.

“Will you marry me?” He asked, large brown eyes glittering and full of childish hope.

You only giggled, hiding your smile behind your face. “Silly.” You told him. “We can’t get married. We’re only kids!”

“When we’re older,” He declares, undeterred. “Will you marry me, then?”

You nod. His smile is the brightest thing you’d ever seen. The ‘ring’ was barely more than a knotted dandelion. You still let him put it on your finger, giggling all the while.

And then, just like that, he was gone.

Everything of his was gone. One day, Mark was there, imagining his future with you underneath a pillow fort. The next, his house was a destroyed mess and him and his family were nowhere to be found.

(Only later did you find out that Mrs. Grayson’s body was found in the rubble. Your parents didn’t want you to know until you were older)

You were distraught for months. Your parents tried to explain, but even to your child-brain it was clear that even they didn’t know where Mark went.

You keep the ring even after it wilts, until its nothing more than a dried twig on your nightstand.

Years pass and you think about Mark less and less. School starts to get harder. You find new friends. Your life gets more complicated than it was at seven years old. Slowly, bits and pieces of his memory start fading in the background. You can’t remember what his favorite video game was anymore. You can hardly remember his voice. If his picture wasn’t in the photo album’s your mother cherished, you might have even forgotten his face entirely.

Life goes on.

Until the invasion.

It still doesn’t feel…real. Millions upon millions are dead. Billions more are enslaved. Your hands are covered in blood of your own parents by the time you’re hauled off to face the leader of the invaders.

You almost can’t believe your eyes.

Older, taller, but those same brown eyes.

”Mark?”

His eyes soften.

“You remember me.” He smiles. “I’m so glad.”

He wears the same white uniform as the ones who tore apart your house, gutted your parents, and dragged you here did. That would mean he’s one of them, but he couldn’t be. The little boy you once knew…would never do something like this.

”Were they gentle with you?” He asks, his voice so soft it almost makes your heart break. His touch is featherlight, barely caressing his cheek. “I told them to be careful. You were always so…breakable back when we were younger. Just as you are now.”

You flinch away from his touch. The grand room you were thrown into didn’t fit the destruction that raged outside. Earth was reduced to nothing more than rubble in just a few days. Yet here, you could see gold and luxurious red carpet. This room felt like it was built for a king.

“Mark.” You breathe, still not sure if the thing towering above you was your friend or something dressed in his skin. You weren’t sure which option was worse. “What did you do? What…what are you doing?”

He doesn’t like that question. You can see it when his smile tugs down ever so slightly. He stands up, leaving you a crumpled mess on the floor.

He tells you things that don’t make sense. He tells you how it’s the duty of the Viltrumites to ensure the unity of the uiniverse. He tells you about how his father was sent to make Earth join the Viltum Empire. He tells you how many planets he and the other Viltrumites have saved, how Earth will be the next one.

It’s all complete insanity. This can’t be the boy you once knew. No, that boy was gone, buried in the rubble, along with his mother.

“And you’ll be there, by my side.” He tells you at last, kneeling down before you. “Do you remember that promise I made you back when we were younger?”

You stare. He continues.

“I never forgot it. Or you,” he says, words dripping with honesty, “When I was strong enough to make the flight here, I’d often come to watch you live your life. You don’t understand how painful it was: watching you live without me, never looking up at the sky. But now, we can be together. Just like we promised.”

He speaks like he did something noble. Like he was patient, quietly waiting for his prize.

You supposed, for a being like him, you were nothing more than spoils of war.

“I still haven’t asked you properly, have I?” He murmurs, looking over your still figure.

“Will you marry me?”

Maybe in another universe, if he wasn’t wearing that white-suit, if he had gotten his powers later in life, if his father hadn’t taken him away so young, if his mother was still alive, you might have said yes.

In this universe, where your parents are dead, where your friends are massacred, where everyone you know is either a corpse or enslaved, where you’re staring at a monster…

”You’re a fucking psychopath.”

He hums, not angry—like he expected this outcome.

He takes your hand in his own. When you try to pull away, his fingers barely give.

“You’re upset.” He says, more to himself than to you. “That’s understandable. I can be patient.”

He kisses the tips of your trembling fingers.

“I can wait until you’re ready to be my mate.”

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About me!

Hello! I go by Mel I'm a 22 year old aspiring porn writer/artist! I hope you enjoy my writing and feedback is always welcomed! Feel free to ask me anything!

Requests: open!

Asks: open!

What I can write: dub-con, non-con, yandere, dark content

What I can not write: incest, underage

Other than that everything else is on the table! And yes I do enjoy fluff and romance even though I like to dip into darker stuff :) okay thats all byeee!

Current hyperfixation: Invincible (please no spoilers I have not read the comic)

Masterlist!

Batman Beyond

Inque x male! Reader

Invincible

Expandable: (pt.1)

Sinister!Mark x F!Reader

Lensless!Mark x F!Reader

Just Your Doll (NSFW NON-CON)

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Expandable

I got bored while my boyfriend is mowing the lawn so heres a doodle from mu fanfic expandable! Just pretend reader has hair LOL