can you write a story where Y/N has a threesome w mark and eve? also Y/N is a new hero
ONE IS BAD, TWO IS NOT ENOUGH... THREE IS TOO MUCH.
pairing: Mark Grayson x Reader x Samantha Eve Wilkins
warnings: swearing, ménage à trois, the reader is a bit dim-witted, and they take advantage of that, consensual sex, wild mark, fingering, slap, light voyeurism, exposure, dominant Eve, dominant Mark, submissive reader, explicit nudity, oral sex, hot kisses, breast licking
summary: You're just the new, somewhat ditzy heroine who finds herself trapped in a cycle with the two greatest heroes: Eve and Mark. What would you do if you discovered that they desired you with an unusual intensity?
author's note: Hi everyone! How are you all doing? I hope you're well! I apologize for the delay in updating my fanfics; I'm in a creative limbo ;( and it makes me very sad because I really wanted to be bringing you more chapters! Today, I'm bringing you a request that I personally LOVED and that I want to delve into A LOT if you're interested! I love this couple, and I LOVE imagining myself with them, lol! I hope you all enjoy it, and if you really like it, let me know and I'll bring you continuations in headcanon form (because it's easier for me to write that way). It's a spicy chapter, and I particularly enjoyed writing it hehe. THANK YOU TO THE PERSON WHO REQUESTED IT, I LOVE YOU ❤️❤️ Happy reading, I hope you enjoy it, and I apologize for any possible errors; English is not my first language.
❝ YOU’RE JUST A HERO who had come from another state to help Cecil and the Guardians of the Globe.
Nothing too grandiose — you didn’t like fame. The flashes and cameras made you feel out of place, so you wore a mask to hide your face and make sure nobody could recognize you.
Even with the news spreading about the fact that there was a new heroine capable of ❪ your power of choice ❫, the media desperate to uncover your identity, you ran from all that attention like it could burn you alive.
And maybe it was better that way.
Maybe it was better to stay distant, even from the other heroes — DupliKate was always trying to pull your mask off with one of her clones, Monster Girl respected your decision but clearly carried some curiosity, Rex Splode constantly flirted with you, saying your face had to be gorgeous underneath that stupid mask, and Robot now acted with complete indifference toward your appearance.
And then there was Invincible and Atom Eve.
You didn’t really think much about either of them. To you, they neither smelled nor stank. You worked alongside them the same as everyone else. Eve would sometimes strike up conversations, and you’d answer casually enough — during one mission, you instinctively picked her up when a chunk of debris nearly fell on her.
Of course, you apologized afterward, but Eve just reassured you and thanked you anyway, even though internally you knew she could’ve handled it herself easily.
Maybe that was how it started. You weren’t really sure.
Months ago, you were just a girl from the countryside of ❪ state of choice ❫ fighting small-time thieves. Nothing special. You didn’t have the sharp instincts of the big city, and you hadn’t even... kissed anyone? Even though your aunt and uncle fully supported the idea of you dating some guy named Taylor back in high school.
But you were too foul-mouthed... and maybe your powers had gotten in the way.
Still, you swore you tried to ignore the feeling of holding Eve by the waist and pressing her body against yours — you didn’t know what that feeling was, but it felt similar to when you looked at the half-naked women in the magazines your older cousin hid under his mattress.
And God, how guilty you felt. She was dating Mark! And Mark had always been so kind to you... always checking if you were okay during missions, even though you were strong enough to handle the worst situations imaginable. You weren’t in the GDA for nothing — Cecil had personally seen your potential and invited you onto the team himself.
The worst part was that Mark wasn’t any better.
For a long time, you thought you only liked girls. The boys in your hometown were pathetic, but the girls weren’t... beautiful and stunning in their tiny skirts that made you practically drool. You had already accepted your fate as a fifty-year-old lesbian with twenty-three cats and nineteen dogs somewhere deep in the countryside... until you met Mark.
It wasn’t love at first sight, but everything changed when he saw your face.
It happened by accident.
The two of you had been assigned to a reconnaissance mission in a dangerous area when some asshole released a tear gas bomb that made your eyes burn.
Sure, you were strong enough to endure it for a few minutes... but your breathing started turning ragged, maybe because that stupid mask was too tight and only made everything worse.
But you didn’t say anything. You stayed there, eyes watering, breathing heavily beneath your suit while following Mark.
He noticed, of course he noticed. The speed at which he scooped you into his arms was unreal, crashing through a wall like it was made of paper before carrying you somewhere safer behind the building.
"❪ NAME ❫!" he holds you carefully, the kind of careful that makes your half-dazed body shiver. You tremble involuntarily as Mark gently sets you against the wall, one steady hand on your back. "Are you okay? Can you breathe?"
And God... you can barely answer him properly, your throat dry as you inhale deeply, desperately searching for air.
Your hands shake violently as they move toward your mask, but you stop — your identity would be revealed to Mark.
It was fine, really. He was trustworthy, and it wasn’t like you were someone important, but you wanted to keep everything separate: your personal life far away from your professional one, so things could continue smoothly.
But in that moment, Mark didn’t seem to care about any of that. He moved quickly, getting closer, and suddenly you felt smaller, cornered, as his fingers worked at the edge of your mask.
It was soft, gentle, and you didn’t pull away. Your mind screamed that this was wrong. That he shouldn’t be doing this, removing your mask like he was peeling off your underwear and—
Mark stops.
You notice the way he exhales sharply at the sight of your face, standing there before him. His brows furrowed, his ❪ color ❫ eyes shining beneath the sunlight. His messy hair falling over his forehead like some Renaissance painting.
Invincible — Mark himself — leans closer, noticing your struggle to breathe. His fingers hold your jaw, catching the sight of your slightly chapped lips parted open as you still try to pull oxygen into your lungs.
He doesn’t speak.
He doesn’t ask.
He takes.
Kissing you gently, and you feel the way his lips ask for entrance with his tongue, a rush of air making you choke softly against the kiss.
It’s pathetic, the way his Viltrumite lungs work, the way his tongue explores every inch of your mouth, and how he growls quietly while pulling your waist closer with surprising gentleness.
The kiss leaves you weak. You feel your throat calming down, but it’s like you’re getting drunk on him, your hands flying to his shoulders and squeezing with that stupid superhuman strength.
He has a girlfriend.
The realization hits you, and you shove him away — hitting your head against the wall in the process, but Mark doesn’t move. He only stares at you in shock, lips slightly swollen:
"A-Are you okay?" he stammers, cheeks red. Suddenly you realize what a gigantic mess... all of this is. The kiss. Deep. Messy. Firm. Yet still soft enough not to hurt you, but to help you instead.
You nod weakly, feeling your cheeks heat up as he lets you go with visible reluctance. Your throat turns dry again, but now it feels like you need more of that kiss:
"I-I..." you stammer, hands trembling as you grab the mask from the ground. Quickly, you put it back on crookedly, the straps tightening behind your head, and suddenly you can barely see anything.
Mark tries to reach for you — it’s obvious — but before he can, ❪ name ❫ uses their powers, propelling themselves into the sky and far away from there.
Abandoning the damn mission, and leaving Mark behind.
You pretended that none of that happened. And for a few days, it worked.
At night, you found yourself thinking about that damn kiss and blaming yourself, from various angles.
1 ── It was thanks to Mark that you could breathe, but... did it have to happen like that?
2 ── HE HAD A GIRLFRIEND! Did Eve know about this?! God... You felt a certain shame whenever you looked at her, imagining if maybe Mark kissed her like that too. And how Eve would respond.
It was killing you.
In front of everyone, you behaved perfectly fine, as if it was no big deal... Behind closed doors, you kept wondering, your thoughts circling around that soft kiss, imagining the possibility of what would've happened if it had continued.
You also refused (kind of politely) to work with Invincible. It was a matter of honor: only greeting him, because let’s be honest, he had seen your face and that haunted your mind.
But... surprisingly enough, Mark hadn’t told anyone. He stayed just as friendly and gentle as always, and it made your stomach twist every single time you saw him.
Maybe it was hunger.
You had no idea that everything seemed like a carefully crafted plan between the two of them, because right after the kiss, Mark had rushed to tell Eve about it, and somehow, it filled them both with overwhelming excitement.
It wasn’t common, or normal... They had never wanted to involve a third person in their relationship, it had never even crossed their minds... But seeing you so shy, oblivious to Rex’s flirting, avoiding fame and even friendship, made them feel... thrilled.
Thrilled to corrupt you.
It started with Eve. She noticed how your suit hugged your body, and that time you picked her up? She had gone shaky, though she hid it well...
Eve knew Mark had been staring too much too. After all, who wouldn’t? You were so helpful and kind, someone who would do anything and be such a perfect source of affection for both of them.
Armed with that knowledge — and the kiss — Eve decided to make the first move, since Mark didn’t want to scare you away.
She became more persistent, getting closer during meetings, brushing against you “by accident,” or complimenting you with a casual:
“Wow, your perfume smells really good.”
It always left you feeling lightheaded.
It was pretty obvious that you had some sort of internal panic whenever Eve complimented you. Honestly, who wouldn’t?
The situation only got worse, and you wondered whether you had done something terrible in a past life or prayed too hard for this, because Eve had a boyfriend! And she was dating the guy who kissed you weeks ago and ugh—
“❪ name ❫,” Eve places a delicate hand on your shoulder, and you can feel the warmth radiating from her. Her scent is so strong, floral, that your body shivers. “Need some help?”
She stretches slightly, leaning over your chair. Her hair falls beside you while your fingers tremble over that pathetic mission clause paper Cecil had given you earlier.
And you feel it...
The brush of her chest against your shoulder.
You swallow hard, feeling like a thirteen-year-old boy in the peak of puberty, your eyes widening beneath your mask — thank God you were wearing one.
“U-Uh...” You bite your lower lip as Eve grabs the pen beside you, the touch so ghostlike and feverish that your whole body tenses.
How was this even possible?!
You suppress a sound and jolt upright, Eve pulling away in the process — a playful smile resting on her face.
“I-I’m fine!” you stammer and... step away. Leaving the damn paper behind, your heart pounding so fast it felt like you had just run a marathon.
Eve lets out a soft laugh, her green eyes drifting toward Mark, who was standing in the corner, and in that moment...
There’s a confirmation.
You would be theirs soon.
The automatic doors of the GDA dormitories open, revealing the empty space ── Monster Girl had gone to spend that Friday at home, Robot was probably out on some mission, DupliKate at some party, and Rex... Better not even mention him.
In other words, you had the dorms all to yourself that day.
Normally, that was how things went ── you would either talk to Robot or simply lock yourself in your room, only coming out to grab the fast food you ordered or to go on some mission Robot asked you to handle.
Sometimes Rex would show up, being annoying as usual, but you ignored him... Too exhausted to argue back against his stupid jokes and sexual comments that took days for you to even process.
The common area lights up as you pass the motion sensors, villain blood staining your suit. Your fingers hook onto the edge of your mask, pulling it off and revealing your face: tired, yet calm.
Your footsteps are quiet as you walk toward the bathroom ── exhaustion seems to take over your body more with every step, and your mind feels delayed, the automatic door sliding open and revealing something you never expected.
Mark and Eve.
They didn’t sleep there, well... Mark had his own house where he lived with his mom, and Eve lived with her parents too ── they were the lucky ones in this arrangement, having homes of their own and not needing to deal with extra expenses in those dorms.
Your ❪ color ❫ eyes fix on the scene in front of you... Your throat goes dry, the steam blocking almost 80% of your vision, but the little you can see makes your stomach twist.
In a good way.
In a delicious way.
Your throat tightens when you see Mark’s hands gripping Eve’s thighs. Both naked, kissing while Eve’s hands hold tightly onto the back of his neck. The kiss is firm, yet soft... Just the way you sometimes imagined.
You choke on your breath when Mark turns his head ── giving a smug little grin before landing such a loud smack against Eve’s ass that it makes her moan.
The sound echoes, and she looks over too, but you react faster, turning your back to them:
“S-Sorry! I didn’t know anyone was here!” you stammer, your legs feeling like jelly as you stumble toward the door, but... Eve uses her atomic powers, creating a pink barrier.
Your brows furrow, and a shock runs through your body when you realize that indestructible barrier is standing in front of you... As if stopping you from leaving.
“❪ name ❫,” Eve calls softly. “I’m sorry... We didn’t know you were coming here today.”
Your fingers fumble as you put your mask back on, afraid that even Eve might end up seeing you and that your disguise would completely fall apart.
“N-No problem!” you stutter, hearing them move behind you. “I-I didn’t know it would be you two specifically here.” you swallow hard, biting your lower lip.
“You can turn around... ❪ name ❫,” Mark’s voice calms you, yet also tempts you. “We have towels on.”
“I-I think it’s better if I just go—”
“No.” Mark’s voice is firm. “Let’s talk... What do you say?” You can practically hear that damn smile on his face, and that scares you far too much... Yet makes you want it.
And you turn around ── your hands trembling for the first time, your shoulders tensed as you notice: Eve with a towel carefully wrapped around her body, revealing her elegant, firm legs... And Mark with only a towel wrapped around his waist, his toned abs on display.
It’s too much.
Your brain seems to enter an intense panic, as if you were looking at a forbidden image:
"Ugh..." You swallow hard. "E-Eve... Can you open th─" your green eyes lock, and she shakes her head in refusal.
The redhead raises her hand, her powers propelling you forward ── your eyes widen beneath the mask as you end up standing in front of Eve, just a few steps away.
"❪ name ❫, we aren't going to bite you," Eve begins softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Cute. Sexy. "Unless you ask us to..." And Mark laughs behind her, stepping closer.
"Tell me... Honey," his tone of voice is low. "Have you ever slept with two people at the same time?"
Error.
Panic.
That was definitely not in your plans... Only in dreams? Yes, but... Not like this.
Obviously, you had had sexual encounters before, but they were so... Minimal... Vague. A few kisses here, some making out there... But it was with your best friend Jessie, during a late-night lesbian whim.
Nothing that felt this... Real.
"I-I─" you stammer, swallowing hard as Eve steps even closer.
"Are you going to let us take care of you? Or... Do you just want Mark?" Eve asks playfully, winking.
Heavens, Mark had talked. He had definitely talked about the kiss, and this whole situation.
Your throat closed up.
"I-I'm sorry, it was─" Eve steps even closer, cutting you off.
"I don't want apologies," she presses her finger against your lips over the mask, smiling. "I want my kiss right now... Can I have it?"
Silence.
Mark moves decisively, stopping behind you ── his hand is swift on your hips, and you shiver as you feel his rough fingers caressing the area.
"Let Eve see you... Honey," Mark whispers right into your ear. "Let her appreciate you too, hm?" His hands slide up to your waist, squeezing, and heavens... It feels incredible.
You could easily just run away, or shatter that pink barrier with a kick, but no... You stayed. And you liked that you stayed.
Quickly, you nod, bordering on desperation, and watch Eve's eyes gleam amidst the steam of the shower. Droplets of water roll down her pale skin, disappearing into her cleavage, and your throat goes drier than the Sahara desert.
However, Mark is the one doing it all.
He removes your mask with an impetuous gentleness, his fingers moving toward the edge of the fabric, and you feel your body tense up at his touch.
First, it reveals your chin ── and you freeze completely, swallowing hard as you feel the dense air of the room penetrate your skin, giving you goosebumps.
Then your nose, and finally, those ❪ color ❫ eyes end up locking onto Eve.
Eve catches her breath, observing your face meticulously ── as if she were looking at a masterpiece. As if she were looking at something so utterly enchanting that she couldn't look away:
"Why do you hide yourself?" She asks softly, stepping even closer. "Heavens, ❪ name ❫..." She takes a deep breath, moving closer still. Your breaths mingle as your lips hover near each other, brushing lightly.
You don't know how to react; you just stand there, lost in those eyes so green and bright they look like twin emeralds.
Eve wastes no time ── not anymore, especially as she leans in, kissing your lips tenderly.
It isn't feverish like Mark's, or desperate. It is appetizing, calm as clouds... You feel your body melt into that kiss, Eve controlling the movements, her soft hands sliding toward your chin, tilting it up for the kiss.
She tastes sweet.
You moan during the kiss when Mark kisses the back of your neck, a movement so swift it makes you see stars. There are two people adoring you at this moment, and you don't know who to focus on first.
Eve bites your bottom lip, asking for entry with her tongue. She sucks on your lower lip, while Mark finds the zipper of your uniform, sliding it down delicately and exposing your back.
But you don't freeze anymore. You just allow yourself to feel... Your hands move to the back of Eve's neck, pulling her in, swallowing the small moans she lets out mid-kiss.
And Mark smiles.
You can feel it.
His kisses descend, occasionally, along the base of your neck. They are tiny flames that leave you drenched in an absurd desire, your back arching slightly as he moves further down.
Eve smiles into the kiss, sliding her tongue along your jawline and sucking at every inch of skin:
"Just let us take care of you, alright?"
Her voice is soft like honey, the kind that flows through your veins and makes you shiver occasionally, nodding like a deer in the headlights of her eyes.
Mark is gentle when he pulls your uniform down, revealing even more of your back... The sports bra supports your breasts, and his fingers flex on your jaw, pulling you close and giving you a kiss ── a bit aggressive, desperate, as if he had been waiting days, hours, or years for that moment.
He just invades your mouth with his tongue while Eve kisses your collarbone, love and desperation walking side by side in that simulation of affection.
Eve laughs when she nips at your skin, a particularly feverish tone upon noticing the slight swelling that remains from biting the skin:
"Careful, Mark," she exclaims, her fingers flexing behind your back, decisively finding the clasp of your bra. "You're going to end up scaring our woman," the way she says it, prophesying the 'our woman' leaves you goosebumps, moaning pathetically against Mark's lips.
He laughs, biting your bottom lip hard while Eve simply manages to unfasten your bra clasp in seconds.
The bra falls to the damp floor, your body shivering as your breasts are exposed ── your hands tremble at the unlikely nudity, but she is cleverer, her fingers flexing on your wrists and pulling you to the side:
"Calm down," she whispers, her irises simply focused right there, on your nipples. "I told you... Let us take care of it," and she crouches down a bit, placing a small kiss in the cleavage of your breasts.
Your body trembles, obviously. Her tongue glides, slathering that region in an extremely sexy, focused manner, her slender fingers taking one breast in hand and sucking.
A moan breaks out.
Mark smiles behind you, helping you remove the rest of the uniform. You just inhale, your eyes rolling back as Eve licks your nipple, playing with her tongue:
"Fuck," you shiver, your body contorting slightly while Eve's other hand squeezes your other breast, rolling your nipple between her fingers.
The grip isn't rough, it's affectionate ── and it leaves your legs weak from the way she treats you. With so much love, yet with so much passion.
Mark lowers himself to the level of your butt, now bare, his large hands spreading the cheeks while he observes, your vagina slightly wet, shiny under his dark eyes. Your tiny and innocent anus hovering just above.
"Darling," Mark inhales deeply, licking his lips. "She is so wet, and you're only sucking her breasts," his index finger slides over your folds, and you tremble.
"A—And," you stammer, your legs shaking and feeling so exposed. Mark says nothing, just gives your butt a kiss, nipping it. "Ah!"
"You make such beautiful noises, my dear," Eve releases your nipple from her mouth, saliva dripping from the tip in an erotic way. "Let Mark take care of you too, okay? He is going to eat you out so good."
And you couldn't say no to that.
The guy behind you just agrees, on his knees and starting to kiss the back of your thighs, everything being militarily thought out, the kisses, the touches so affectionate, yet at the same time certain and precise, as if they had already rehearsed it.
Eve's gaze fixes on your other breast, going back to licking. Your mouth only lets out moans, pathetic, low, as if you were in a state of pure pleasure and torpor.
Mark growls a little below you, putting his nose against your buttocks and sniffing — he seems almost animalistic, as he quickly stands up and picks you up in his arms.
He does this as if it were nothing, carrying your naked, trembling body over to the wooden bench, placing you like an offering, lying on the rustic wooden bench, and spreading your legs.
The exposure is too intense.
Mark growls again, like a caged animal as he crouches, pulling your hips toward him and exposing your drenched vagina even more:
"Fuck," he licks his lips, Eve approaching and crouching beside him. The situation is embarrassing — both of them staring at you, staring at that wetness with passion in their eyes.
Mark's pupils are dilated, and Eve maintains that malicious smile.
Her fingers are precise as she plays with your folds, spreading them and revealing even more of your exposed pussy:
"Look at this, Mark," she smiles, and Mark gulps, as if he were thirsty. "Eat her out, my dear..." Eve smiles, caressing Mark's hair and urging him to go deeper. "Make her come with your tongue, alright?"
And he obeys like a puppy.
Mark flattens his tongue, driving it with precise direction toward your clitoris, circling it, while saliva pools on the tip of his tongue.
You scream, obviously ── because you barely even knew about your clitoris, that slight hesitation to touch yourself from being raised in such an inconstant and reserved countryside.
"F—Fuck!" You gasp, your head falling back in the process. It's a dull thud, but your eyes close not from that, but rather from Mark's masterful eating.
Eve stands up, walking over to your face, and smiles:
"Can you suck me too, darling?"
How could you say no?
You agree, pathetically, her tone of voice being instigating, your head nodding frantically up and down ── as if you needed that too.
Eve smiles, that same gentle and loving smile reserved for Mark, now, reserved for you.
She carefully removes the towel, which slips over her feet... You let out an involuntary groan, writhing under Mark's firm grip, him going back to sucking your clitoris with an uncommon force while opening your folds with his fingers.
You are left breathless, as much by the sight of Eve naked ── medium breasts, pink nipples, a slim waist, and a compact hip matching her body. Her skin sprinkled with freckles, she looks like an angel.
"Fuck," Mark growls against your pussy. "You are tight as hell, babe," he smiles. "But you're so lubricated... I wonder if you'll handle my dick?" He pants, his pupils still dilated as he circles your entrance with his large, rough finger.
Holy shit.
Your legs close voluntarily, however, Mark is faster ── holding the inside of your thighs while his tongue goes back to sliding through your folds.
Meanwhile, Eve opens her legs, positioning herself above you ── her pink little pussy hovering over your face like an obscene invitation.
"Come on, darling," she says, lowering herself to your mouth while you continue to groan pathetically against Mark's tongue. You're going to cum very, very soon. "Suck me while Mark sucks you... It was always your desire, wasn't it?"
You don't answer, nor do you really move ── Mark's finger enters your wet cavity and you groan louder, in a whimpering way.
Until... A slap was delivered to your face, bringing you back to a slight reality.
Eve slapped you.
Not hard, but enough for your pussy to squeeze Mark's finger and make him growl at it.
"Fuck... She got tighter..." He pants, shoving in a second finger. "I'm going to have to stretch four fingers into you to be able to fit my dick, darling," he smiles, sliding his tongue over your clitoris while starting to move the two fingers.
Eve smiles, decisively grabbing your jaw:
"So you like being slapped?" She smiles, extremely malicious and wicked. "Come on, my love... Put that tongue to work," and you agree, groaning against her pussy which was now in your mouth. "That's it..." She pants, rolling her eyes. "Be our good girl... And you'll get your reward."
