#target invincible

Omnivincible is more skilled than most of them. I just feel like he's got a mature approach and wouldn't just mindlessly delve in like some horny teenager.

He'd take his sweet time, enjoying himself without necessarily wanting something in return. In general he takes great pride in causing you pleasure. Is also pretty creative. After all his strenght allows him to eat you out in positions you didn't even know were possible.

Thought you can only come once at a time? He'll prove you otherwise.

Movincihawk constantly brags about his 'superior technique' but at the bottom line he's not all that good at it, sorry.

It's not like he isn't skilled, but he's pretty selfish and impatient. Any kind of foreplay is not a priority for him in general, he likes to go straight to the point.

Fucks pretty well to make up for it though.

Sinister Mark acts like he's doing you a favor, but with how eager he buries himself between your legs it's evident to say he enjoys this as much - if not even more than - you.

This man pins your thighs apart and eats you out like a man starving. Your taste drives him fucking crazy, so yes it could happen that he bites down harder than he intended to.

Likes to eat you out on your period. No I will not elaborate.

Striped/Target Invincible is super vocal during the whole thing. His grunts and groans vibrate against your folds, he doesn't even notice the effect you have on him.

Hope you're ready for the whole range of dirty talk, mostly degrading but occasionally throwing in words of acknowledgement. Tells you how this is your place - beneath him, completely at his mercy.

Uses his fingers better than his tongue, but is fairly good at both. The combination will send you straight to heaven.

No Goggles Invincible is probably the biggest tease on the entire planet.

This man will push you to your absolute limits, reducing you to a whining, moaning, begging puddle of lust. But he's got no mercy, prolonging your sweet torture for as long as he can - you're only allowed to cum if he says you're done.

With him the thin line between pain and pleasure is blurred into a mixture of pure overstimulation, but goddamn it's worth it.

Viltrumite Mark isn't familiar with earth's customs of intimacy. In their culture, canonically, they solely have sex for procreation. Though we never saw Debbie complaining about Nolan either, so I'm confident he can learn.

Gets the hang of it pretty fast, and quickly grows insateable with this new form of closeness he never got to experience before. He's an absolute mess, almost breaking the bedframe as he pathetically humps the mattress, wanting more more more of you.

Needs lots of cuddles and to be told he did a good job afterwards, pretty please.

Prisoner Mark was in solitary confinement for over a year - prepare to be destroyed. R.I.P.

He'll dive in between your legs and won't leave this place until he's got his fill of you, which could take him a while so get cozy.

Not an inch of your body is left untouched, as if he intents to memorize every detail, just in case you'd slip from his grasp once again.

Be prepared to cum until your body gives up. Man's got to make up for the time he spent away from you.

Unmasked Mark is very gentle, almost cautious in his efforts as if you were a fragile flower one needed to properly care for or it'd wither. He still can't fully believe you're here with him, so he's extra anxious about doing something wrong.

You'll slowly and sensually be guided towards your orgasm, his eyes never leaving yours as he reverently observes your every reaction.

Expect some premium aftercare!

Fully Masked Invincible knows you inside and out, has memorized all the weak spots that make you sing for him. He is completely and utterly devoted to your pleasure, maybe even a little too eager in his efforts since he tends to forget himself in the process.

To him your body is a temple meant for worship, so you'd relentlessly get showered in praise and compliments while he explores your body.

“Tighten up, you’re getting sloppy,” Mark says, pulling his cock from your throat, “this isn’t what I had in mind when I brought you here,” he says, swiping away the drool from the side of your mouth. 

“Brought me here?” You ask. If that’s what Mark did, it sure hadn’t felt like that, especially with the part where he knocked you out. “You fucking-” you tried, but fell into a coughing fit that did little to help your sore throat. 

Through your blurry, tear-filled vision, you could see that Mark was smiling down at you. “Though you aren’t doing as well as I expected,” he said dismissively, “I’m still having fun breaking you in,” he said as he wrapped his half-gloved hand around his cock. 

There was a soft, slick noise as he stroked his hand along his cock, his fingers gliding through the spit your mouth had left. You watch on the slow uptick of his hand as a bead of precum spills from the slit and down to meet his fingers. Once it disappears underneath Mark’s fingers, you pull your eyes away to look back up at Mark. 

You’re met with the sight of Mark smirking down at you, “I have my work cut out for me,” he says in a low voice, almost as if he were talking to himself. 

You snap your head away, looking off to the side and out of Mark’s intense gaze. You’re unable to identify where you are from looking at the ornaments that hang on the walls; hell, you weren’t even sure if you were still on Earth. 

Mark lets out a soft tsk, his free hand moving to your chin, “I can give you a tour of your new home afterwards,” he says as he gives you no choice but to face him. 

“My-” your eyes widen, “new home?” You ask, not even trying to fight the hold Mark has on your chin. Your stomach drops as your mind begins to race, going over all of the things that are being left behind. 

“Hey,” Mark says softly, like you’re a frightened animal. You didn’t feel like a frightened animal, though. You felt more like an animal he had found on the side of the road, one he already knew was doomed. Though you weren’t sure if Mark was the type to put you out of your misery quickly or stay with you until you died, however long that took. His hands move to cup your face, one of his thumbs swiping through the tear tracks on your face. 

You weren’t sure if the tears on your face were fresh from what Mark just told you, or if they were left over from when his cock fought against your gag reflex. You wondered if Mark was truly trying to comfort you, or if he was just using the display of affection because he thought it would get your lips back around his cock sooner.

“None of that now,” Mark says, “I can take you to visit once you’ve settled in.”

“Really?” You asked.

“It’s where I found you,” he says fondly, as one of his hands goes to the back of your neck to give it a solid squeeze, “there’s bound to be more fun had,” he says with a smirk. 

The lack of oxygen to your brain when his cock was buried down your throat must have done something to make a spike of jealousy shoot through your body. You feel delirious and angry. Angry at Mark, but mainly at yourself for even letting yourself entertain the idea of getting jealous over Mark getting with someone else. 

“You’re going to kidnap someone else?” You asked, trying to keep your voice steady and calm. 

“Is that what you want?” He asks, turning your chin up to face him, “a pet of your own?” Mark’s fingers tighten around your chin. 

You struggle against his hold but still manage a slight shake of your head, “no,” you whisper. 

Mark nearly bends himself in half on his throne to get his face right in front of yours, “you’re mine,” he growls. 

This close, you think he’s going to kiss you to really seal the deal, but he instead relaxes back against his throne. If you feel any disappointment, it gets overtaken by your nerves as Mark wraps a hand around the base of his cock and guides it to your lips. 

Though only a small amount of time had passed since his cock was in your mouth, it felt like the first time when Mark guided it past your lips. Like before, the weight of it was still heavy on your tongue, pressing down as it continued to go deeper. 

You had no choice but to try and adjust to the intrusion, tears already stinging your eyes. The touch of the head of Mark’s cock at the back of your throat made them fall, the warmth mixing into the spit that dribbled from the sides of your mouth. 

Mark groaned as your throat clenched around his cock, his hand coming to rest on the back of your neck to hold you in place. 

Knowing you couldn’t move, you breathed in slowly through your nose, trying to calm down. When you felt yourself finally starting to relax, Mark pulled his cock free. 

You swiped a hand across your face, trying to wipe away the mix of tears and drool. Your eyes flicked down Mark’s cock, seeing that his balls were pulled up tight, a flash of relief running through your body knowing that you were almost done. 

Mark’s hand came to your face to run his fingers through a spot you must have missed, his fingers then moving to the back of your neck to get your mouth back around his cock. “Good boy,” he murmured as the slide down his cock was much smoother. 

Your treacherous cock twitched at the praise, hoping that Mark wouldn’t be able to tell. You couldn’t deny how much you liked the sounds Mark made. Maybe it was just because you knew Mark neared his edge and this would all be over, or maybe it was a sick part of yourself that wanted to make him feel good. 

Mark’s cock throbbed along your tongue before you felt his hot load shoot down your throat. His fingers tightened around the back of your neck, “swallow,” he said between moans, his other hand slamming down onto the arm of his throne. 

It felt like it lasted forever, your vision going blurry at the edges when Mark’s hand around your neck went lax. 

You pulled off the split second you were able, your chest heaving as you pulled in breath after breath. You held yourself up on your arm, and the other you used to wipe away what you failed to swallow. You were tempted to wipe it on Mark’s suit just to spite him, but that’d probably only make him want to go another round. 

In a flash, Mark had you in his lap on his throne, Mark using your surprise to get his tongue in your mouth in a messy kiss. You barely had time to react, but Mark seemed more than content in mapping out your mouth with his tongue. He groaned at the taste of himself on your tongue, his strong arms wrapped around your lower back. 

When Mark broke the kiss, he kept you close, the man pulling you down to rest against his chest. There was little that you could do against his hold, Mark seemingly enjoying the way you struggled, if the light laughter he let out was any indication.