#lensless mark

Weirdos

I'm free from school... Break..! I finally whisper.. as I'm dragged to a one-month trip.... // Again,, mohawk and lensless very inspired by louisdoner69 on twt :happy:

[NSFW below – reader discretion is advised]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sjhfksj the "I'll do whatever my spouse tells me to do" Mark's hear that Sinister Mark paralyzed his version of Reader and they all agree that yes yes, side mission to 1) Kill that guy and 2) rescue that Reader cuz what the hell, man

Also another fun image is Sinister Mark gunning it for our Mark's Reader, but he just can't get to them because all the other redeemed(?) Mark's are in unspoken agreement to not let that happen. They're basically playing keep away while taking turns in beating the shit out of him, like Sinister Mark corners Prisoner Mark whose holding Reader, but he just throws them in the air and uh oh look at that Viltrumite Mark is already flying off with them

an intense game of capture the flag emerges as main mark finds out his sinister variant wants to paralyze his sweet partner. this leads to you being the human flag in the sick and twisted game sinister created, leaving your life in the hands of mark and his newfound friends.

you didn’t expect to be the ball for the game, a very serious game that involved beating the shit out of the blood thirsty version of your boyfriend while his alternate versions help. you listened to mark when he said go with debbie and paul, staying with the two who were very welcoming. the next few hours were a blur—the sound of glass shattering, debbie’s screams and cries all while laughter from a maniac were the last few things you could remember. blood dripped down your bruised knees, splats of the liquid were brushed against your cheeks and mouth as you began to wake up. the sound of punches, grunts, curses could be heard, all while you felt the cold wind blow in your face as you looked up. viltrumite mark held his unfazed expression, he noticed you’ve awoken as he spoke—“do not panic, for i’ve joined your marks side.” you freaked out, trying to kick your way out of his grasp as he grumbled and gently shook your body, “i said do not panic, you don’t listen do you? frustrating.” your breathing began to speed up, viltrum could feel your heart grow more and more loud as he looked around for a quick stop. he flew down and set you on top of a already collapsed building, checking to see if you had any more serious injuries. the bleeding on your knee wouldn’t cease, viltrum groaned as he mumbled a soft “forgive me argall.” before ripping the skirt of his uniform off, wrapping the clothing around your knee.

the two of you stayed silent, instead of unfazed, his face appeared more annoyed. viltrum pulled away once your knee was wrapped, he crossed his arms and looked down at you as he floated above the building. you dusted your lower body, questioning the situation, “what’s going on? and why did you suddenly decide you’re a good guy.” you eyed him, your suspicions grew all the while viltrum scoffed—“my alternate version of you asked me not to commit mass genocide. like your mark, i listen to whatever it is my partner requests, even if i do not like it.” he grumbled, you nodded in response. before you could ask another question, viltrum mark had disappeared with a loud yelp, your eyes widened at the sight of a bloodied mark. his goggles were pitch black as he looked down at you, he had a sinister smile on his lips as he slowly floated towards you, watching you like prey. “precious angel, you have no idea how much i missed your scent and flesh. let’s recreate our love by sucking on each others bloodied bones.” you couldn’t feel your legs, the numbing traveled from your lower body all the way to your head, you couldn’t move. before he could even lay a single finger on you, four other marks tackled him into a demolished building, causing the ground to shake. a piercing ringing caused you to become nauseous, the feeling of helplessness consumed your body until warm arms wrapped themselves around your body.

mohawk mark held you close, his eyes darting everywhere as he planned his escape. the other variants continued landing harsh punches at sinister, giving mohawk little time to escape with you. “fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” he muttered, his breath hitched as he heard a loud boom, watching as main mark flew across the city, another boom was heard as he crashed into one of the few buildings still standing. you gasped in horror, “mark!” you voice echoed, while mohawk covered your mouth as he shushed you loudly. “shut up!” he whispered yelled into your ear, the sound of curses nearby were heard as one of the marks yelled— “we lost him!” your blood went cold at the announcement. ten seconds went by, mohawk looked around nervously as his clutch ok you grew more and more tight. you heard the sound of flying, until sinister appeared in front of the two of you, his smile from earlier was wiped off his face as a mixture of his own blood and others streamed down his mask. “you guys are annoying.” he comments, rubbing his forehead as mohawk scoffed, “said the fucker whose desperate to relive a fucked up fantasy? get lost.” mohawk smirk as he threw you up into the air, then zoomed towards sinister, tackling him.

floating in the air, you were able to see the destruction done to your city for a few seconds before falling back towards the ground. you closed your eyes, waiting for your body to plummet into the ground until you felt arms wrap around you once more, the grip more harsh. you looked up and saw the pain and desperation in your marks eyes, how he held you tighter then the other variants as he mumbled to you—“we’ll figure this out. everything’s going to be okay, it will be okay.” his attempt at comforting you seemed to act more like he was convincing himself.

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“this is so annoying.” — the variants thoughts

lensless, viltrum and will mark

FINALLY getting to this :) here we go

Sinister Mark

No Nut November is for idiots and simple minded people that are too ashamed to get their dicks wet like he does twice a day, every day. sometimes more if he's feeling extra worked up. when you told him about the ' challenge ' as a joke; he looked pissed that you would even suggest such a thing to him. his lips curled in a sneer, eyes squinted to a low glare that could melt ice.

what? you don't want to fuck him anymore? you think his dick ain't that good enough anymore? fuck that, he's got you in a head lock/ full nelson while fucking you. spitting in your ear about, here is what he thinks about your stupid human challenge.

Mohawk Mark.

He took that No Nut November as a challenge to heart. He wanted to prove he's superior enough to go through one month of no touching you or vice versa. A ruler such as himself, can do this easily. He sneered in your face when accepting the stupid idea.

what breaks him. . however? He can hear you touching yourself when he's sleeping next to you. The buzz of the vibrator you're using ain't that fucking quiet, and the sloppy pussy of yours wakes him from his dreams. he's got your ankles by your ears, clothes shredded off both your bodies. his first load spurts out extra thick and creamy, just how he likes to leave you filled.

Lens-less Mark.

Does not break. He's gone above and beyond to secure his place in the ' most badass man ' out there by beating this challenge. He's gone above and beyond, he has a cock cage that holds his swollen dick 24/7. Except when he pees, he's extra sensitive. Don't ask how he got it, he's into things that would make your wildest fantasies look like boring and comical. His balls are screaming at him to just touch you, just put the tip in at least for a second. But he endures the pain with a smile, because he knows when he'll cum after this month? It'll burn or sting, and it'll feel so fucking good.

Head Cap Mark.

breaks after a week. it got too boring for him. restrict him? of sex? please. besides, he's gotten tired of you eyeing his bulge in his costume everytime he puts it on. the sixe of it slightly grows larger, you swear, because of your neglect. you and your wandering eyes and doe eyed fucking stare when he talks is enough to shatter his walls.

he breaks when you brush against him. either by accident, like walking past, or you want to taunt him by sliding a hand down his arm when you talk to him. you and your stupid eyes are made to roll in the back of your skull when he has a thumb hooked into your ass while he plows you over the arm of your sofa.

Shiesty Mark

Fuck you and fuck off. He's fucking every single day of the month. If you're trying to egg him on with No Nut November? He'll go sleep with the pretty blonde down the hall with massive knockers and the too short skirt that lifts up at the smallest of breezes.

Omni- Mark.

Take this very seriously. He sleeps in another room to avoid even touching you. Completes almost the whole month of No Nut November until you're the one to actually whine and beg for sex. he makes you drop to your knees, hands pawing at his cape like a wounded puppy.

he fucks you to shut you the hell up when your whining gets too much on his nerves. he fucks you because you don't get on your knees for him enough.

Fully Masked Mark.

Breaks after half a day. you feel bad for even joking about the challenge, the look in his eyes makes your heart squeeze.

lil sweetie can't handle not touching you, smelling you, kissing you, licking you, biting you, tasting y---