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Ruined & Relentless

Drabble Rex Splode x Male!reader

SMUT - you been warned

Rex was already a mess, but you didn’t stop.

The evidence of your release spilled over his ass, smeared between his thighs, but that only made it filthier—the wet, squishy sounds between you growing louder, more obscene with every thrust.

"Hah—f-fuck—" Rex slurred, face down, ass up, his legs trembling as you kept going. His body was overstimulated, but the way you were still grinding deep into him had his mind melting into nothing.

He should’ve known you wouldn’t stop just because you came. You never do.

"Still taking me so good, baby," you groaned, gripping his waist tighter, feeling how his body tensed and shivered under your hold. "You love this, don’t you? Getting fucked even after I’ve already made a mess of you?"

Rex couldn’t even respond—his voice broken, breathy gasps spilling from his lips as his body twitched beneath you. He was barely holding himself up at this point, his arms weak, his thighs shaking, but you still weren’t done with him.

And the worst part?

He didn’t want you to stop.

notes - i need ex(s)plode in rex right now..

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Rex Cockwarming Reader During a Phone Call

Drabble Rex Splode x Male!reader

SMUT - you been warned

Rex was struggling—really fucking struggling.

The phone was on speaker, the voice on the other end completely oblivious to what was happening. Meanwhile, Rex was impaled on you, his thighs trembling as you kept him firmly in place.

But what was worse?

Your hands were underneath him, gripping his waist as you slowly lifted him up—just an inch—before letting him drop back down.

Over and over again.

"Yeah, yeah, I’m listening," you said casually into the phone, your voice steady despite the way Rex was fighting for his life on top of you.

His fingers dug into your shoulders, his breath shaky as he tried so hard not to make a sound. Every time you lifted him, the head of your cock dragged against his sweet spot—and every time you dropped him back down, he had to bite his lip to stop a whimper from escaping.

He was melting—his body too sensitive, his hole stretched completely around you, twitching with every subtle movement.

"Rex?" the voice on the phone called.

His eyes shot open—fuck.

"Y-yeah?" he croaked, his voice strained, his body jerking slightly as you gave him a particularly slow, deep drop.

You were smirking, enjoying the way he was completely at your mercy.

"You good? You sound weird."

Rex’s face burned. He tried to steady himself, but the way you were working him over—not even fucking him, just using him as a cockwarmer while toying with him— it was too much.

"I—I'm fine," he lied, his voice breaking slightly.

You squeezed his waist, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss against his heated skin before murmuring, "Good boy."

Rex’s breath hitched, his whole body shuddering—and if this call didn’t end soon, he was going to lose his mind.

"please continue"

awe shit..

notes- i want a subby rex so bad~

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Please give us some Sinister mark or Mohawk mark, I love crazy bratty boys 🙏

Brat Tamer Edition

Here since I was feeling generous I give you some NSFW headcanons of Sinister Mark and Mohawk Mark with a top male reader who knows exactly how to put their bratty attitudes in their place.

Sinister Mark

Sinister Mark has a cocky smirk, an arrogant stance, and a tendency to bite off more than he can chew—especially with you. He talks big, acts like he's untouchable, but the moment you put him in his place? He’s all fire and frustration, pushing back just so you’ll push harder.

He’s aggressive in the bedroom—at least, that’s what he thinks. But the second you overpower him, gripping his wrists and pinning him down, his whole demeanor shifts. That arrogance turns into labored breathing, body twitching under your control.

“F-Fuck off, I don’t—” The words die in his throat when you push deeper, drag your nails down his skin, and make him take it. The way his body clenches around you betrays how much he loves being dominated, even if he refuses to say it.

Overstimulation absolutely ruins him. He swears he can keep up, that he won’t break, but after the fourth orgasm—his body trembling, overstimulated to the point of tears—he’s nothing but a whimpering mess.

When he gets bratty? You just drag the night on longer. Making him beg, making him admit how much he likes it, how much he needs you. And when you finally let him rest? His throat is raw from groaning, his body sore, and he swears he’s going to get back at you… just not yet.

Mohawk Mark

Mohawk Mark is an asshole—plain and simple. He’s got a sharp tongue, talks shit even when he’s on his knees, and grins like he dares you to do something about it. Spoiler.. You do.

He likes to act like he’s too good for you, like he’s the one in control, but the second you flip him over and drag him into your pace? His cocky words turn into gasping moans, hands clawing at the sheets as his body betrays him.

“Y-Yeah, you think—ah, fuck—y-you think this is gonna break me?” He laughs, but his voice cracks. His legs are shaking, body hypersensitive as you keep going, making him feel every inch of pleasure he swore he could handle.

Mohawk Mark lives for edging games. He gets bratty just to piss you off, just so you’ll hold him down and deny him until he’s begging—until he’s sobbing for release, legs twitching, his punk-ass attitude shattered.

By the time you’re done with him, he’s completely spent, half-conscious, and barely able to throw out one last smug, “T-That all you got?”—only for his whole body to jolt when you grab him again, whispering, "You sure you wanna test me?"

Bonus: Neither of them ever learn their lesson. They’ll still talk back, still push your buttons, just to see how long they last before you completely wreck them again.

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Lensless Mark? With a Top male reader? Please and thank you! (ToT)🙏

Eager as Hell

(NSFW Drabble) Lensless Mark x Top Male Reader

SMUT - you been warned

Lensless Mark was annoying as shit.

Not in the bad way—well, not exactly—but in the way that made you want to ruin him. He had this energy, this hyperactive, cocky buzz that never shut the fuck up, even when he was being absolutely wrecked.

“Oh, f-fuck yeah,” Mark laughs—laughs—as you drive into him, his back arching off the mattress. “Dude, I can feel that in my fucking stomach, holy shit.”

You growl, gripping his hips harder, slamming him back onto your cock. “Is that right?”

He whimpers—a breathy, desperate noise—but the grin is still on his face, his fingers digging into the sheets like he’s hanging on for dear life. “Ohhh, yeah—yeah, you’re—hah—fucking me up, man.”

His breath hitches as you press him deeper into the mattress, your weight sinking over him, keeping him trapped. He loves it—thrives off it—his body twitching beneath you, every sharp thrust pulling a broken moan from his lips.

But then he giggles.

Fucking giggles.

“You’re—fuck, you’re really trying, huh?” His voice is breathless, cock leaking between his thighs, but there’s mischief in his tone, in the way he looks over his shoulder with that wide, teasing grin. “C’mon, babe—is that all you got?”

Oh, this little shit.

You snap your hips forward, driving into him hard enough to punch the breath from his lungs. His mouth drops open, the cocky words melting into a gasp as his arms buckle.

“Still wanna talk shit?” you growl, fisting his hair, forcing him to arch.

He whimpers—his whole body trembling—but then he laughs again, breathy and wrecked. “Hah—ohh, fuck, I love when you get mad.”

You huff, dragging your teeth along his shoulder before sinking your fingers into his thighs, lifting him just right—and when you thrust, hitting deep, hitting perfect, his words die into a strangled moan.

His body shakes, his fingers clenching around the sheets as his cock twitches, and suddenly, he’s not talking shit anymore.

You smirk, rolling your hips slow, teasing. “What was that, baby?”

Mark just shudders, panting, his eyes fluttering. “O-Ohhh, fuck—”

Finally.

notes - hope this was enough for ya~!

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Blood and Devotion

Pairing: Sinister!Mark Grayson x Male!Reader Summary: Mark loves feeling powerful—loves being the one in control. But under you? With your teeth sinking into his skin, drawing blood, staining the sheets below him? He’s utterly yours.

BLOOD and SMUT~

Mark is gasping—his voice high, ragged, desperate. His body is twitching, trembling beneath you, his hands gripping the sheets so tightly they might rip. But it’s not just from how deep you’re inside him, how hard you’re fucking him into the mattress—

It’s the way you bite.

The moment your teeth sink into his throat, sharp and unyielding, Mark screams. His entire body jerks, his head tipping back, exposing more of his neck, his pulse thrumming wildly beneath your lips. Blood spills—warm, metallic, intoxicating—and you lap at it, savoring the way Mark shudders beneath you.

“Fuck, fuck—” Mark’s voice is wrecked, breaking apart, and he doesn’t even try to hold back. He loves this. The sharp sting of pain mixing with the overwhelming pleasure. The way you own him, mark him, claim him in a way no one else ever could.

“You look so fucking pretty bleeding for me,” you murmur against his skin, licking the crimson trail running down his neck. “All that strength, all that power… and yet, here you are. Mine.”

Mark whimpers, his nails raking down your back, barely holding himself together. His body is burning, melting, every nerve set alight as your hips snap against him, relentless, bruising.

“Harder—” he chokes out, and fuck, you didn’t think he could get any filthier.

You don’t hesitate. You oblige, slamming into him so hard the bedframe groans in protest. Mark screams, arching up, his golden eyes rolling back as he completely fucking loses himself.

And then you bite again.

This time, your teeth sink into his shoulder, drawing more blood, the taste of iron flooding your mouth. Mark thrashes, his whole body clenching, his voice breaking into something between a sob and a moan. The sheets below him are ruined—stained—but neither of you care.

All that matters is the way Mark is falling apart beneath you.

His breath stutters, his legs locking around you, dragging you deeper, forcing more, taking everything you give him.

“Say it,” you growl against his ear, biting down again, your fingers tangling in his hair, yanking his head back. “Say who you fucking belong to.”

Mark sobs, his body trembling violently, his voice so weak, so fucking ruined—

“You—fuck—I-I’m yours, I’m fucking yours—”

And then he shatters.

His whole body seizes, his back arching off the bed, his mouth open in a silent scream. He’s done, his pleasure ripping through him, burning him alive, leaving him nothing but a shaking, whimpering wreck beneath you.

You don’t stop. You don’t slow down. You make him take it, make him feel everything.

And Mark?

Mark lives for it.

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Uh ohh 😬

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The One in Control

Pairing: Sinister!Mark Grayson x TopMale!Reader Summary: Mark spends all day playing the part of the untouchable, unstoppable force—but here, under you, he’s nothing but putty in your hands.

SMUT? yes there is but not a enough to soak your pants...

Mark is all bite when he’s out in the world—commanding, arrogant, untouchable. But right now?

Right now, he’s a mess.

His breath is ragged, gasping as you push him further into the pillow beneath him, his hands clutching the sheets like they’re the only thing keeping him tethered. He’s shaking, sweat beading along his flushed skin, lips parted as broken, desperate whines slip free.

“Y-you—hah—bastard,” he tries, voice weak, ruined, but the moment you pick up the pace, his words shatter into a cry.

You smirk, leaning down, your lips brushing against the shell of his ear. “What was that?” you ask, tone laced with amusement. “Sounded like you were gonna say something, baby.”

Mark whimpers, actually whimpers, and it sends a thrill through you. He’s always so damn composed, so in control—but here? Beneath you? He’s utterly wrecked.

His fingers twitch against the sheets, gripping like he wants to push back, but you grab his wrists, pinning them above his head. “None of that,” you murmur, dragging your lips down his neck, feeling the way his pulse hammers against your tongue. “You don’t get to act tough now.”

Mark practically keens, his back arching, pushing closer, wanting more.

It’s intoxicating, seeing him like this—his usual fire reduced to glowing embers, barely holding on.

“You love this, don’t you?” you taunt, voice low, teasing. “Being put in your place?”

He squeezes his eyes shut, face burning, but his body tells you everything you need to know. The way he trembles, the way he gasps for every breath, the way his hips roll up to meet you—he doesn’t just love this. He needs it.

“You’re so pretty like this..” you murmur, pressing a slow kiss to his collarbone before biting down just enough to make him cry out.

“P-please—” Mark’s voice is barely a breath, barely a whisper, but it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever heard.

And you’re more than happy to give him what he wants.

notes - I'll be posting this stuff for a bit.. dont forget this is an "off and on" type account! but please drop a follower, like and even submit a submission to while you're at it too!

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Rex’s Punishment – Denied and Desperate

Drabble Rex Splode x Male!reader

SMUT - you been warned

"You wanna act like an asshole all day, huh?" you murmured, voice low as you tightened your grip on the toy wrapped around Rex’s aching cock.

Rex’s body was tense, his wrists trembling where they were pinned beside him. The slick, tight heat of the fleshlight had him on the edge, his breath coming in ragged gasps, but every time he got close—

You stopped.

"F-Fuck—" Rex whined, his hips jerking forward in a desperate attempt to chase his release, but you pulled the toy away, leaving him throbbing and leaking.

"Aww, what’s wrong?" you mocked, watching his frustration build. "Thought you wanted to be a little shit today?"

"I— I’m s-sorry," Rex stammered, his voice strained, his fingers curling into the sheets. He was trembling, his cock red, swollen, and so fucking sensitive—he was on the brink, just one more stroke would—

But you didn’t give it to him.

Instead, you let the toy hover just above his tip, watching the way his cock twitched, desperate for contact.

"Not convinced yet," you mused. "Try again."

Rex let out a choked whimper, his face flushed, his body shaking.

"P-Please—" he begged, fully broken now, his voice barely a breath. "Please, I need it—need you—"

You smirked, slowly pushing the toy back down, letting the tight warmth engulf him again—

But you weren’t done playing yet.

notes- yummy..

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I wanna request choking and hair pulling Mohawk Mark😄 GN reader

I may have gotten board so I made two instead of one scenarios, I know you said GN reader but I couldn't come up with anything that feels right, so I made it mxm type. hope you could forgive me my loves!

Anyways here's one-shot featuring Mohawk Mark in two different scenarios—one where you're pulling his hair and another where you're choking him, both pushing him past his bratty limits. Enjoy.

(NSFW Drabble)

Mohawk Mark X top male reader

Scenario 1: Hair-Pulling

Mohawk Mark never shuts up. Even with his face buried in the mattress, arms pinned behind his back, and your weight pressing him down, he still finds a way to talk shit.

“Pft—this all you got?” His voice is strained, but there’s still that damn smirk in it. “Starting to think you’re losing your touch, babe.”

You roll your eyes, tighten your grip on his wrists, and then—yank.

His whole body jerks as you fist a handful of his thick, messy hair, pulling his head back at a sharp angle. A strangled sound leaves his throat—half a gasp, half a moan—but the smirk is still there, twitching at the edges of his lips.

“Oh, fuck, that’s cute,” he breathes, his cock twitching beneath him. “You tryna—nngh—put me in my place?”

You tug harder. This time, he whines.

It’s instant—his cocky attitude crumbling for just a moment as his back arches, his breath hitching. You use the grip on his hair to pull him up until his spine is flush against your chest, his head tilted back onto your shoulder. His throat is exposed, his pulse hammering against his skin, and when you grind against him, he shudders.

“Still think I’m losing my touch?” you murmur, lips ghosting over the shell of his ear.

His hands twitch, fighting against the hold you have on him, but you feel the way his body melts under you. His breath is ragged, his hips rocking back on instinct, and when you twist his hair just slightly, a choked moan slips out of him.

“…Shut up and fuck me already,” he finally growls. But his voice is breathless, wrecked, and when you give his hair another tug—pulling him even deeper into your pace—he’s completely at your mercy.

Scenario 2: Choking

Mohawk Mark has an ego bigger than his attitude, and he lives for getting under your skin. He’s grinning up at you, back pressed against the mattress, his hands gripping your thighs like he’s in charge here.

“You look real cute when you’re trying so hard,” he teases, biting his lip. His mohawk is a mess, sweat making strands of hair stick to his forehead, but his eyes are still sharp—still challenging. “C’mon, babe, you gonna fuck me or just—”

Your hand closes around his throat.

His words cut off in an instant. His smirk twitches, lips parting as his breath hitches sharply, and his hands flex against your thighs. But he doesn’t stop you. If anything, his body reacts to it—hips bucking up, pupils blowing wide as your fingers press just hard enough to make him feel it.

“Wha—” He tries to speak, but his voice is hoarse, airy, and fuck, the way his eyes darken when he realizes he can’t finish his sentence makes your cock throb.

You tilt your head, applying just a little more pressure. “What was that?”

He lets out a shaky breath, but the brat in him won’t die. His lips curl into a grin, voice rough when he finally manages, “I said—hah—harder, you coward.”

Oh, he’s asking for it now.

Your grip tightens, just enough to make his pulse pound under your fingers, and his body shakes. He’s completely at your mercy, muscles tensed, his cock twitching between you as his breath gets shallow.

He’s still grinning—barely. But the way his eyelids flutter, the way his body is trembling under yours, tells you everything you need to know.

He’s wrecked, desperate, and completely yours.

And you’re not stopping anytime soon.

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Drabble - Complete At His Mercy

Drabble Sub Rex Splode x Male!reader

SMUT - you been warned

Rex lay beneath Reader, his broad chest rising and falling with every slow, deep breath. His wrists were bound above his head, the restraints holding him in place, but the tension in his body wasn’t from struggle—it was from anticipation. His green eyes, darkened with heat, flickered between reader's gaze and where reader's lips hovered just above his skin.

“You’re beautiful like this,” reader murmured, letting reader's breath ghost over Rex's flushed pecs. The praise made him swallow hard, his jaw tightening, but his body betrayed him—his hips twitching slightly under reader's hold.

reader's hand rested firmly on Rex's hip, grounding him as reader moved, dragging out the moment with deliberate slowness. Every slow thrust sent a ripple of pleasure through his body, his thighs trembling ever so slightly. reader could feel the way his muscles tensed under his fingers, the warmth of his skin beneath reader's touch.

A low, ragged sound escaped his lips, somewhere between a groan and a sigh, and reader smiled against his skin. Pressing a kiss just above his heart, reader whispered, “That’s it… let me hear you.”

His breath hitched as reader rolled his hips just right, Rex's fingers clenching into fists above him. He wanted to reach for reader, to anchor himself, but all he could do was surrender to the pleasure, to the steady, torturous pace you set. He was at reader's mercy, every movement reader made pulling another soft, desperate sound from his lips. The heat between them grew heavier, wrapping around the both of you like a slow-burning fire.

reader traced the curve of his side, reader's hand sliding over the dip of his waist, feeling the heat that radiated off him. “You take me so well,” reader praised, and his body responded in kind—a deep, shuddering exhale leaving him as he tilted his head back, exposing his throat. Vulnerable. Open. reader's fingers danced over his skin, tracing light patterns across his ribs, feeling the way he tensed and shivered beneath reader's touch.

His body was sensitive, every brush of your fingers, every deep, measured thrust leaving him more unraveled. He bit his lower lip, eyes squeezing shut as another moan spilled from him, his body arching slightly off the bed. reader softly chuckled, lips tracing along the column of his throat before nipping gently at his pulse point, drawing a gasp from him.

“I love the way you react to me,” reader murmured, letting his lips travel lower, pressing kisses along rex's collarbone, chest, savoring the way he trembled under reader's mouth. The rise and fall of his breaths grew more erratic, his thighs shifting restlessly as he fought the need to move against reader's slow hips, to chase the pleasure reader was giving him.

reader tightened his grip on Rex's hip, keeping him steady as reader continued his slow, methodical rhythm, drawing out every sound, every tremor from Rex. His skin was flushed, a deep, beautiful pink that spread across his chest, his arms, all the way to the tips of his ears.

“Look at you,” reader whispered, his voice rich with admiration. “So gorgeous, so perfect for me.”

Rex's eyes fluttered open, hazy and half-lidded, a soft whimper escaping him as he met Reader's gaze. There was no resistance left in him—only need, only lust. He was completely undone, and reader wasn't about to let him forget just how much reader adores him.

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NSFW Drabble? – Morning Surprise

Drabble Subby/Needy Rex Splode x Male!reader

SMUT - you been warned

Hands a page full of smut (I come and delivered some Sub Rex, enjoy!)

Rex bit his lip, heat pooling in his gut as he eyed the obvious bulge under the sheets. Morning wood. Fuck.

Carefully, he pulled the covers down, and the moment Reader's cock was freed, it twitched—bouncing up against his stomach. His mouth went dry, his own cock stiffening at the sight.

He needed it.

Slowly, he climbed over him, lining himself up, sinking down inch by inch with a shaky gasp. The stretch was perfect, making his thighs tremble as he settled onto his lap. His hands pressed against Reader's chest for balance, his breath coming out in soft pants as he began to move.

The slow roll of his hips dragged reader deeper inside, making his stomach coil with heat. His own cock bobbed with every bounce, leaking onto his stomach as he rode Reader, taking everything at his own pace.

Then—Reader's breath hitched.

Rex’s half-lidded eyes flickered up just in time to see his brows furrow, Reader's lips part in a groggy exhale. Sleepy, but waking up.

The realization sent a thrill down his spine. He clenched around Reader, letting out a breathy moan just as Reader's eyes fluttered open.

Reader blinked up at him, mind still clouded with sleep, but the second he processed the sight—Rex, flushed and needy, bouncing on his cock with his hands splayed over his chest—Reader's grip tightened on his hips.

A lazy, wicked smirk spread across your lips.

“Well, good morning to me.”

—

Rex barely had time to react before Reader planted his feet on the bed, grabbing his waist in a tightening grip. Reader smirk was the only warning he got before Reader roughly thrusted up, hard and deep, knocking a loud, wrecked moan from his throat.

His hands flew forward, gripping the bedframe in a desperate attempt to steady himself. But Reader wasn't letting him set the pace—not anymore.

“Fuck—ah—!” His voice broke as reader pounded into him from below, meeting his movements with rough, relentless thrusts. Each one punched the air from his lungs, forcing him to take it, to feel the full force of reader morning lust.

His cock bounced between them, leaking onto Reader's stomach as his thighs trembled with every brutal snap of his hips. His arms shook, struggling to keep himself upright, but the way Reader filled him, the way Reader's cock drove into him over and over—he was falling apart too fast.

“S-So—deep—” he sobbed, eyes rolling back as pleasure burned hot in his gut.

Reader grinned, slamming up harder, forcing him to take everything.

“You started this,” he growled, voice thick with amusement. “Now take it.”

Rex groaned at Reader bruising grip, the heat in his gut boiled as Reader kept his rough pace, his balls twitching ready to bust. Rex's cock twitching the way Reader hit deep with each thrust

Soon Rex’s whole body trembled, his thighs burning from the relentless pace, his fingers clenching around the bedframe as Reader slammed up one last time—burying himself deep inside Rex.

His breath hitched—then broke into a loud, wrecked moan as he came, back arching as pleasure tore through him. His cock twitched, spilling hot streaks of release across Reader's abs and chest, his body shuddering with each pulse of pleasure.

The feeling of Reader filling him up at the same time, the heat of it spilling deep inside him, only sent another violent shudder through his body. His vision blurred, his muscles weak, his overstimulated nerves sparking as aftershocks wracked his frame.

His head tipped forward, lips parted, a whimper slipping out as he finally collapsed against reader —completely wrecked.

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Ruin You

Pairing: Sinister!Mark Grayson x Male!Reader Summary: Mark acts like he's untouchable, like he controls everything. But here, right now? He's breaking apart under you—and you love it.

SMUT? hell yeah-

Mark is begging.

He’s not saying the words outright—his pride won’t let him—but his body does all the talking. The way his legs tremble around you, the way his fingers claw at the sheets, how he gasps and whines every time you move just right.

He’s gone.

“Look at you,” you murmur against his ear, grinding into him just to hear that pretty little gasp he can’t hold back. “All that power, all that control… but right now? You’re just mine.”

Mark’s breath hitches, his back arching, his head tipping back onto the pillow. He looks fucking beautiful like this—skin flushed, lips swollen from biting them too hard, golden eyes glassy and desperate.

You roll your hips again, harder this time, and he wails.

“Ohh—fuck!” His hands fly up to grip your arms, nails digging into your skin, holding on for dear life. He’s not fighting back, not resisting, just taking everything you give him.

You can feel the heat radiating from his body, his chest heaving as he gasps for breath. He’s a fucking mess—shaking, whining, his whole body thrumming with pleasure.

“You like this, don’t you?” you growl, gripping his wrists and pinning them down above his head. “Getting fucked into the mattress like you’re nothing but mine.”

Mark sobs out a moan, his pride crumbling. “Y-yes—fuck, yes—”

God, you love hearing him like this. Reduced to a trembling, needy wreck, his usual sharp tongue replaced with broken moans and gasps.

“You sound so fucking cute, baby,” you tease, biting down on his shoulder, sucking a dark mark into his skin. “Where’s all that attitude now, huh?”

Mark shakes his head wildly, panting, his body tightening under you. He’s close—so fucking close, his entire body trembling as pleasure threatens to consume him.

“P-please—” he finally chokes out, and fuck, that does something to you. Hearing Mark Grayson, the arrogant, untouchable, all-powerful man, begging?

It makes you ruthless.

You shift, pressing down harder, moving faster, making him take it.

Mark screams, his voice cracking as his body tenses, his eyes rolling back as pleasure rips through him. His nails dig into your skin, his legs trembling around you as he completely shatters.

You don’t let up, don’t slow down—just keep going, pushing him past the edge, into something deeper, something more.

Mark sobs out your name, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, his body twitching from the overwhelming sensation.

“You’re mine,” you whisper, pressing a bruising kiss to his lips. “Say it.”

Mark moans into your mouth, wrecked and ruined, his voice breaking as he gasps—

“I-I’m yours—fuck, I’m yours—”

And nothing has ever sounded so fucking perfect.

notes - omg.. the things i would do to S!Mark if i had a pp~ let me know what else you want me to post for! but please drop a follower, like and even submit a submission to while you're at it too!

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moarrr bot!evil mark x top!reader pls… bonus if he can’t control his powers during sex 🙂‍↕️

Lesson Learned

Pairing: Sinister!Mark Grayson x Male!Reader Summary: Mark forgets his own strength in the heat of the moment—but when you remind him who’s really in control, he never stands a chance.

Mark’s grip is tight—too tight.

You barely notice at first, too lost in the feeling of him beneath you, his body writhing, his voice already wrecked from everything you’ve been giving him. But then—

“Fuck—!”

You flinch, a sharp curse slipping past your lips as a sharp ache flares in your arms.

Mark’s eyes snap open, golden irises wide as he registers what just happened. His fingers had dug in—not on purpose, not in malice, but because he couldn’t control himself.

The evidence is clear: deep, dark bruises forming in the shape of his hands against your forearms.

“Shit—” Mark swallows, genuinely looking guilty for once, his lips parting as if to apologize. “I didn’t mean to—”

But he doesn’t get the chance.

Because the second he opens his mouth—

You slam forward, bringing your chest flush against his, shoving him deeper into the mattress.

Mark gasps, his words cut off, his breath stolen as you pick up the pace, driving him into a pleasure so intense his body twitches beneath you.

Your voice is low, dark, dangerously smug as you murmur right against his ear—

“My turn.”

Mark barely has a second to process before he loses it.

His fingers twitch, gripping at your back now instead, his moans turning into helpless, breathless noises as you absolutely ruin him.

And the bruises on your arms?

Yeah.

By the time you’re done with him, Mark will have his own to match.

What seems like hours- which it was, he was done. out of breath, his body littered with many of reader's love or hate bites.. Reader thought Mark had a enough, leaning back on his knees Mark's legs on either side of reader's form and watching him trembling with shaky moans.

Reader rubbing his thumb over Mark's trembling thigh over the sore bite marks, feeling it jumped in his hold with a satisfied sigh. He gently patted the thigh which was met with a sharp gasped saying with low tone.

"I'm gonna shower," a sound of a groan or a choked from the back of Mark's throat soon followed.

-

Steam lingers in the bathroom, curling around your skin as you stand in front of the mirror, fresh from the shower. Droplets of water slide down your arms, but what really catches your eye?

The deep, dark bruises on your forearms—the ones shaped perfectly like Mark’s hands.

You exhale through your nose, pressing a thumb against one of the marks, feeling the dull ache pulse beneath your skin. A sharp sting follows when you poke at it again, making your irritation spike just a little.

From your position, you have a clear view of the bedroom through the open door.

And Mark?

Mark looks like a crime scene.

He’s sprawled face-up on the bed, completely wrecked—his golden eyes barely cracked open, body covered in bruises, hickeys, and bite marks that range from hard, deep chomps to lighter love bites. His legs? Still trembling. His chest, shoulders, and neck? Marked beyond recognition.

Some of the bites are bleeding—not too much, just enough to serve as a very clear reminder of what happened.

Reader hates having any kind of marks on his body. always making sure his skin is clear, untouched, perfect.

And Mark knows this.

Which is exactly why you taught him a lesson.

Because next time?

Next time, he’ll think twice before bruising you.

Mark makes a low, dazed sound, shifting slightly, but his body is too spent to do much more than twitch.

You roll your shoulders, still prodding at your bruises with an annoyed sigh before turning back to the mirror.

At least one of you learned something tonight.

notes - hope this was up to your standards!! I been playing Minecraft for 3 hours with my bro.. god he sucked ass kept dying whenever I'm not there and gets all mad if he can't find me!! hehe I love my broisk

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Mouthy Until He’s Not

Pairing: Mohawk!Mark Grayson xTopMale!Reader Summary: Mark can run his mouth all he wants—you let him. But later? Later, you make sure he knows who really has the control.

Mark is being an asshole again.

Pacing around the bedroom, arms crossed, brows furrowed, voice sharp and biting as he rants about whatever minor inconvenience pissed him off today.

“You don’t even fucking care, do you?” Mark snaps, pointing at you like you’re the villain of his goddamn life. “You just sit there, all calm like nothing ever gets to you—seriously, is it even possible for you to have a reaction?”

You lean back using your arms supporting your weight over the bed, watching him like you have all the patience in the world. Because you do.

“Mmhm,” you hum, nodding slightly.

That pisses him off even more.

“Don’t mmhm me!” Mark growls, running a frustrated hand through his hair, pacing like a bratty little shit who needs someone to put him in his place. “God, you are so fucking annoying.”

You just give him a slow look, a little knowing smile playing at your lips.

“You done?”

Mark glares, like he wants to throw something at you—then just scoffs, rolls his eyes, and flops down on the bed next like he won something.

You don’t say a word. as you grin softly but your eyes held a different emotion

Because later?

Later, he’ll be singing a different tune.

—

Hours pass.

And now?

Mark’s got his face buried in a pillow, his voice all muffled groans and wrecked gasps as you take your sweet time with him.

“Oh?” Your voice is teasing, smug as your hands grip his hips firmly, keeping him in place. “Where’d all that attitude go?”

Mark’s only response is a deep, needy moan into the pillow, his fingers clutching at the sheets, his back arching every time you roll your hips just right.

You smirk.

Yeah. That’s what you thought.

Gone from being the bratty, arrogant asshole who was pacing around the bedroom hours ago, picking fights just to hear his own voice. Now? He’s all gasps, groans, and desperate shudders as you drag this out, taking your time with him—making sure he feels every second of what he put himself into.

You’re nice, though.

Always so fucking nice to him.

So you slow down, just enough for him to catch his breath, your hands sliding up his sides, gentle for a moment. Then, with a little too much patience, you lift his head from the pillow, tilting it back so he can actually look at you.

Your voice is soft, almost kind.

“You gonna apologize now, baby?”

Mark’s golden eyes—hazy, unfocused—blink up at you. He’s gone, his body spent, his lips trembling from how much he’s taken tonight.

And then—

That little shit has the audacity to smirk.

“Fuck you” he breathes, voice rough, wrecked, but still carrying that cocky little edge he always has.

You exhale through your nose, amusement flickering in your expression before you huff like you’re disappointed in him.

“Yeah…” you murmur, shaking your head like you should’ve known better. “Guess I should’ve expected that.”

Mark barely has time to process the shift before—

You push his head back down, muffling his sharp inhale against the pillow as your grip tightens on his hips. Your voice drops, low and smooth, as you lean in.

“Good thing we’ve got all night to get that apology out of you.”

Mark?

He doesn’t stand a chance.

notes - the things I want to do to Mohawk Mark, hes so mean~ i wanna put him in his place so baddd!! let me know what else you want me to post for! but please drop a follower, like and even submit a submission to while you're at it too!

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A Ribbon-Wrapped Surprise

Pairing: Main!Mark Grayson x Male!reader

Summary: Who knew Mark was sweetheart— reader got a surprised coming home, a surprise that he wouldn't forget

Coming home after a long day of work, the last thing you expected was a romantic setup waiting for you. You had just unlocked your phone to check the news—another headline about Invincible saving the day, which meant Mark would probably be late for dinner. You sighed, stepping up to your front door, already thinking about what to eat alone tonight.

But as you pushed the door open, your breath caught.

A delicate trail of rose petals stretched across the floor, leading toward the bedroom. You blinked, surprised, before setting your things down—coat draped over a chair, shoes kicked off near the door. Your heartbeat picked up as curiosity crept in.

Slowly, you followed the petals, stopping right in front of the slightly cracked-open door. Warm, dim light flickered from within. A faint, intoxicating scent of candles and roses wafted through the air.

What the hell is this?

With a steadying breath, you pushed the door open. And froze.

There, on the bed, was Mark. Completely bare—except for the strikingly bold red ribbon wrapped around his body, teasingly concealing just enough to drive you insane. His skin was flushed, golden eyes flickering nervously, avoiding direct eye contact as he shifted on his side.

The candlelit room only added to the sinful display—red petals scattered around, soft flickers of light dancing against his toned skin. Balloons floated lazily in the corners, the whole setting dripping with intimate effort.

“Uh—Happy Valentine’s,” Mark muttered, his voice unsteady, his fingers toying with the edge of the ribbon across his chest.

You were speechless, standing there with your lips slightly parted, trying to process the sight before you. Shock? Definitely. Aroused? That didn’t even begin to cover it.

Finally, you found your voice, stepping forward with slow, measured steps. “How… did you have time to do all this?”

Mark swallowed hard, his throat bobbing. “Super speed has its perks.”

You hummed, amusement and heat swirling in your chest as you neared the bed. Your fingers ghosted over the petals before trailing to Mark’s thigh—the one closest to the edge of the bed, the one slightly propped up, threatening to flash you completely.

Your touch was featherlight as you traced small, teasing circles on his warm skin. “So… this is all for me?” You asked, your voice dropping into something playful, something deeper.

Mark’s breath hitched, and despite the obvious confidence it must’ve taken to set all this up, he still looked flustered beyond belief. His lips parted, and he nodded. “Y-yeah.”

Before he could say more, he shifted, leaning back onto the bed—and nearly flashed you in the process. The ribbon held, but barely, slipping just enough to send your brain into overdrive.

You bit your lip, trying to keep yourself composed, but the heat pooling in your gut was unmistakable. Mark, fully aware of the effect he had on you, let out a nervous chuckle, his fingers gripping the sheets as if grounding himself.

“This is… a lot,” you admitted, your gaze roaming his body, drinking in every inch of him, every teasing glimpse of bare skin beneath the thin strips of red. “You really outdid yourself, babe.”

Mark’s cheeks darkened. “Is that… a good thing?”

You leaned in, your lips ghosting against his ear as your fingers tightened slightly on his thigh. “Oh, it’s a very good thing.”

Mark shuddered, his breath shaky, and you knew—you were about to make this the best Valentine’s Day he’d ever had.

notes - hehehe!! male reader and Mark doing the it~~ or whatever nvm~ anyways I found this while looking at what i could posted.. i think i had this around Valentines. i got board while drawing male reader.. i didn't want to draw him bald so i drew some wild hair on him..

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Uh oh 😱😹 I might do a redraw I don't really like the nose, or the hair right now 😔 looks who's on his knees~