DOWN BOY ‼️‼️‼️

Losing control

Invincible!MohawkMark x reader smut

MDNI 18+

Warning: 🔞 Explicit Content, Breeding Kink, Rough & Possessive Smut. This chapter contains graphic sexual content, intense dominance, overstimulation, and a heavy focus on breeding kink. Read at your own discretion.

The moment the bedroom door shut, you felt it—the shift.

Mark had been holding back. You could see it in the way his jaw clenched, the way his fists tightened at his sides, the way his golden eyes darkened with something dangerous, something primal.

He wasn’t just stressed.

He was starving.

“You have no idea,” he exhaled, shaking his head, his voice low, strained, barely controlled. “How long I’ve been waiting for this.”

And then—

You were against the bed.

Your back hit the mattress, Mark already between your legs, ripping your clothes off with no patience, no hesitation. His strength made it effortless, fabric tearing under his hands like it was nothing. His mouth was everywhere—biting, licking, sucking, claiming, leaving bruises you’d wear for days.

His fingers dug into your thighs, spreading you open, exposing you, and the low groan that rumbled from his chest at the sight of you?

Filthy.

His tongue ran along his bottom lip, his breathing heavy, uneven. “You’re already so wet,” he muttered, voice rough. His fingers teased through your slick folds, spreading the mess. “You been thinking about this? Thinking about me filling you up?”

Your breath hitched.

He smirked. “Yeah. I can tell.”

And then his mouth was on you.

Hot. Wet. Messy.

He devoured you—tongue deep, lips sealed around your clit, sucking, drinking you down like a man dying of thirst.His hands gripped your thighs, keeping you pinned, keeping you spread, his fingers sinking deep, curling inside you just right.

It was too much.

Your body jerked, squirming, writhing, shaking, but there was nowhere to go.

Mark just groaned, his grip tightening, keeping you trapped, keeping you still, forcing you to take it. His tongue flicked over your clit faster, rougher, relentless, pushing you higher, higher—

Until you shattered.

Your orgasm hit so fast, so hard, your thighs clamped around his head, but he didn’t stop. He didn’t slow down. If anything—he got rougher. His fingers worked you through it, pushing deeper, curling, stroking, making you shake, making you sob.

“Mark—!”

But he didn’t let up.

Not even for a second.

His fingers thrust faster, his tongue dragging slow, pushing you right into another orgasm, forcing it out of you, making you gush all over his fingers, his tongue, his face.

You could barely breathe.

You begged.

And Mark just grinned.

“Not done,” he murmured, voice thick, hoarse, wrecked. His fingers left you, and before you could even process it—he was on top of you, his cock lined up, pressing against your soaked entrance.

And then—

He slammed inside.

Your back arched, your breath caught, your nails dug into his arms—

And Mark snapped.

His pace was brutal—deep, hard, unrelenting. Your legs wrapped around him, ankles locking at his back, but he wasn’t stopping. He wasn’t gentle. He was fucking you like he was trying to break you, ruin you, claim you.

His grip was everywhere—fingers wrapped around your throat, holding you down, hand fisting in your hair, pulling, forcing you to look at him.

His golden eyes burned.

“You take me so well,” he groaned, his teeth sinking into your neck, leaving marks, bruises, a possessive, permanent claim. “Like you were made for me.”

Your moans were helpless, breathless, broken, your body already shaking from overstimulation.

And Mark just chuckled—low, dark, cocky.

“You can take more.”

And you did.

Positions?

He had you every way he wanted.

- Face down, ass up – He gripped your hips, pulled you back against him, thrusting so deep you saw stars.

- Legs on his shoulders – He folded you in half, his cock hitting that perfect spot, making you scream.

- Reverse cowgirl – He held your waist, forcing you down, grinding, groaning, watching you bounce.

- Juno style? He lifted you, hands under your knees, fucking up into you, deep, sharp, merciless.

And every time you came, he didn’t stop.

Because he wasn’t done.

His thrusts got sloppy, desperate, his breathing ragged, his grip bruising.

And then—

He growled.

His arms wrapped around you, his hips snapping, his cock pulsing, throbbing—

As he came inside.

Thick, hot, deep.

He collapsed on top of you, breathing heavy, pressing kisses into your skin, panting against your ear.

His fingers traced over your stomach, smirking.

“You’re mine,” he murmured, voice low, rough, wrecked.

He kissed you—slow, deep, filthy.

“You’re gonna look so good carrying my baby.”

And fuck—

Your body shuddered.

-

Your body was still trembling, pussy throbbing, stuffed full of his cum, when Mark rolled you onto your stomach.

Your breath barely caught before he was pressing down on your back, his bare chest flush against you, trapping you beneath him.

“You thought I was finished?” he murmured, voice dark, teasing, filthy. His breath was hot against your ear, his cock still hard, still thick, still pulsing against your drenched entrance.

His fingers dragged down your spine, slow, deliberate, tracing every curve, every dip, every inch of skin he had already claimed.

"You’re still twitching, baby," he chuckled, his cock teasing your entrance, dragging against your swollen, used clit.

"Sensitive?"

Your breath hitched.

He smirked. "Too bad."

And then—

He shoved back inside.

Your moan was wrecked, broken, and Mark groaned.

“Fuck, you’re still so tight,” he hissed, filling you up all over again, stretching you out around his cock. “Guess I need to fix that.”

And he did.

His pace was deep, slow, controlled, dragging it out, making you feel every inch, every vein, every thick, throbbing pulse.

And then, just as you started adjusting—

He snapped.

His grip tightened, his hips slamming into you, fucking you into the mattress, into the sheets soaked with sweat and cum.

And you took it.

Your breath stuttered, your fingers fisted the sheets, your moans turned to screams—but Mark just grinned.

“Gonna cry for me, baby?” he taunted, slapping your ass, gripping it, spreading you open so he could watch himself disappear into you.

Your body shuddered.

"Mark—!"

His fingers tangled in your hair, yanking your head back, forcing you to arch.

“Say my name again,” he growled, breathing heavy, wrecked, desperate.

Your walls clenched around him, your body already so close, so fucked out, so overwhelmed.

And Mark felt it.

His smirk was filthy, cocky, possessive.

“Yeah, that’s right," he groaned. "Go ahead, baby. Cum for me again.”

And fuck—

You did.

Hard.

Your vision blurred, your legs trembled, your body spasmed, writhing beneath him, clenching down on his cock like you never wanted to let go.

Mark groaned—deep, guttural, animalistic. His hips stuttered, losing rhythm, fucking you through your orgasm, chasing his own.

And then—

He shoved deep, holding you down, grinding against you, filling you to the brim.

His breath shook, his arms trembled, his cock twitched—

As he came inside.

Thick. Hot. So much.

His weight sank onto you, panting, pressing soft, sloppy kisses into your shoulder, into your neck.

His hands smoothed down your sides, warm, tender, possessive.

And then—he laughed.

"You’re not walking tomorrow."

And the worst part?

He was right.

Invincible art dump...2!!!!

hes so cute i want to throw rocks at him

ALMOST THERE x yoichi isagi

summary . your boyfriend just loves ur thighs so much, thst he sometimes forgets about the rest of u !

wc . 0.3k

cw . SMUT MDNI , edging (unintentional) , thigh-fuckinf , uummm i donr rlly know what else

masterlist ౨ৎ

it’s no secret that your boyfriend loves your thighs. his hand immediately flies to gently grab and squeeze at the flesh when he’s sitting beside you or driving the car, and he just loves resting his head on your lap!

he also loves the way his cock slips between the plush fat of your thighs. his warm hands palming at your hips, his thick length just barely grazing over your pussy as he fucks your pretty thighs. his head tilts back, pornographic moans escaping his lips.

“y’feel so good,” isagi whispers breathlessly, leaning down to kiss your cheek sweetly. “love these pretty— mmmhg!”

he can feel your slick coating his dick, and ooh, it just makes him want to moan louder. his hips stutter slightly, breath hot against your neck.

poor isagi is so deep into this that he doesn’t even the notice the little whines leaving you! he’s teasing you unintentionally— you can feel him graze your sopping cunt, but he never ever slips inside!

he’s soo close, and just when you think he’s gonna finally fill you up, he pulls away and rubs his cock on your thighs. it feels so, so good— but not enough ! you need need him inside right now, and he just won’t open his eyes! why isn’t he noticing what he’s doing !!

“yoichi,” you mewl, hips shifting against him slightly. he just huffs, hands moving to squeeze your thighs. that’s when he notices the tears welling in your eyes, the way you sniffle so cutely.

“ah. sorry, baby.” he mutters softly, a shy chuckle leaving him. he kisses your jaw softly, rubbing the fat tip of his cock against your poor, neglecting pussy. “i won’t make you wait any more.”

© gakukitty please don’t copy my work , repost it and claim as your own , translate , or do anything stupid with it ! try and improve on ur own skills first ♡

something about this frame that just awakens something in me

will u consider writing for mohawk mark moree? I'm quite literally obsessed with him, and shocked at the small amount of fics for him everywhere!

you can take this as a request if you want, anything mohawk will satiate me

I was just gonna do a BF Mohawk Mark headcanon list for ya, but I realized I wanted to give the guy a little more love than that...So... yeah. +18 obvs

Giving Mohawk a Blowjob

He'd had a rough day. Atleast that's what he said. He cooed and purred in your ear in a begging tone all night for you to help him relax. Twirling a few loose strands of your hair in his fingers, his eyes tracing every curve of your body he could see while he bites his bottom lip while awaiting your answer. His voice bordering on needy though he'd never admit it.

All he wanted was for you to help him ease just a little bit of his stress...You could do that for him, couldn't you?

It doesn't take long for you to agree, your gentle hands running over his chest as you kiss, your lip swiping over his bottom lip as you crawl into his lip. Strong hands hold onto your hips as he playfully rolls his against yours, the soft gasp it earns him giving him just enough space to roughly slip his tongue into your mouth.

Moaning playfully into the kiss, you wrap your arms around his neck as he pulls you closer and continues to rock his hips against you, the aching bulge in his pants growing with every second you spend in his lap.

You know Mohawk hates winning without some semblance of a fight, so you pitifully try to wrestle control in your liplock from him. Biting his lip as you pull back, only to forcefully reconnect while shoving your tongue in his mouth, saliva running down the corner of your mouth the longer you keep yourself connected to him.

Each time you go to break the kiss he simply forces you back together, whether it be tongue or not, he just wants you. Wants to taste and explore every inch you're willing to give him...He might be able to go minuets without direct oxygen, but you can't. With every tug back of your head, you're met with Mark slipping his tongue back in, or capturing your kiss in a heated connection he's practically pleading for you not to break.

Your breath ragged and needy, your vision already bordering on blurry, he senses that you might need a break...if only a quick one. Pulling apart, he slips his tongue out at an achingly slow pace, the tip of him lingering on your lips before parting. A thin string of saliva connecting you in a moment of pure bliss.

Your cheeks flushed and your eyes lust filled, he smirks proudly seeing as how he's mostly unphased by the prolonged connection.

"Heh...You lasted much longer that time, Baby..." One hand raising to your cheek, he brushes your hair out of your face as you force a barely registered glare. He's always like this with you, taunting and teasing. His laudatory tone betraying the sly smirk and mischievous eyes you've grown so used to.

"Don-Don't...patronize me..." You lean forward, biting his bottom lip roughly as you grind your hips forcefully against his. A sense of pride washing over you as he tilts his head back, puffing his cheeks out as a short moan leaves his throat. Your hands slowly trail back down his chest and along his strong arms, down to his hands that still have a firm grip on your hips.

Prying his fingers up gently, you look up at Mark with a playful gleam in your eyes, a sly grin now across your face as you see him tilt his head forward to look at you. Your eyes darting down to his lap then back up to meet his eyes, you give his wrists a soft squeeze, a silent cue for him to let you go.

Gripping your hips tighter than before, he holds you firmly against him while he rolls his hips into you slowly, dragging you across him at an achingly slowly pace as far as either of you are concerned. Your pleased mewls and his desperate moans fill the air in a sweet mixed symphony as you press yourselves together. Once satisfied, as much as he can be with just some playful grinding, Mark drops his hands from you. Rocking against him once more of your own volition, you smirk when you pull yourself from his lap. The darkening spot on his pants from his precum leaking through, though he doesn't feel any shame.

It's not his fault you turn him on so much.

"Looks like someone's excited..."

"And who's fault is that? You should learn to take some respon..sib....ili..ty..." His voice breaking and catching in his throat as you press you hand to his aching erection, the fabric tented in his lap as you slowly drop to you knees.

His eyes shuttering closed as you palm him, he lets you push his knees apart to settled yourself between them. Heavy eyelids flutter open as he's deprived of your touch. If you didn't know better you would swear he was pouting.

"Hey, the fuck-"

"Shhhh...shhh...Come on, you know I know what you like...."

You cut him off, tutting at his impatience as you rub your hands along his legs, your hands cupping behind his knees as you pull yourself closer to him. Your honeyed words dripping with lust, you see his shoulders slowly relax as he settles into his chair, watching you expectantly.

A soft giggle escapes you as you lean forward, your face nuzzling against his still clothed erection as you stare up at him with a glint in your eyes. Your tongue drags across the tent in his pants, even through two layers of fabric you can taste a hint of the salty pre leaking from him.

He snickers happily as he shifts his feet behind you, his pants reaching up to undo his pants but the quick snap of your teeth against his finger stops him mid motion.

"Ah ah ah, Mark...I'm supposed to make you feel better, right?"

He doesn't answer but there's a soft smirk etching its way onto his face that gives you enough permission to continue. His hands settle on his knees, his fingers digging into the loose fabric on his pants as he (in his mind) waits patiently.

"Yeah, you are...So? You gonna make me feel better or just keep me hanging with a case of blue balls, huh?"

"Have I ever left you unsatisfied? Ever?" Resting your chin in his lap, you press down roughly against him as you wait, expecting an answer. "You know I'll always give you my best, right?"

You lean forward slightly, your teeth grabbing the piece of fabric right above the button on his pants, snapping your head to the side to undo the attachment. Before long your undoing his fly, the zipper between your teeth as you tug yourself lower.

He jumps slightly, not from fear but from excitement...You've never done this before but fuck he isn't complaining. The confidence dripping from your voice mixing with the absolute thrill you're giving him is enough to make him harder, if that's even possible.

"Fu-fuck, Baby...Where'd this come from?"

"What? You're the only one allowed to keep a few tricks up your sleeves?" The zipper now free from your teeth, you reach your hands up to tug his pants down. He lifts his hips only slightly to make it easier on you before he settles back to letting you do all the work, just like you scolded him into earlier.

Tugging at his wasitband, you free his hardened length only to be met with a deep moan as a reward. The member was caged behind the fabric of his pants for too long, every fiber of his being was begging for you to touch him an anyway you wanted.

"I swear you get bigger each time, Baby...You're always so good to me..." Dragging your tongue up the length of him, you let out a delightfully loud and saccharine moan. The tip of your tongue traces the head of his cock before you swipe over the slit, happily taking a proper taste of his precum.

A steady hand entangles his fingers in your hair as you trail your tongue back along his length, sitting up more on your knees, you bring your other hand to wrap around the base of his cock. Giving a few testing strokes, you shift your eyes upwards to steal a glance, expecting him to have his head back or his eyes closed...But instead he's watching you intently.

His pupils are blown and his head is cocked to the side, his mouth just barely agape as he studies you.

"Don't stop..."

An achingly slowly drag of your tongue up his needy cock has him sucking in a breath, though his gaze is unwavering. You stop just before his head, instead flicking your tongue up roughly across the tip. Soon you wrap your lips around just his head, your tongue swirling around the swollen bulb as you bob your head, just enough to get him more excited.

Throwing your head back, pulling your lips from him with a satisfied sigh, a small dribble of his precum rolls down the corner of your mouth as you watch him.

"I said don't stop."

"I don't intend t-!"

Before you can finish your line, your head is forced back down around him. His hand grips the back of your head roughly as you let out a shaky moan. Your eyes fluttering in excitement as they prick with tears. It's not fair, he's not supposed to taste this good...

He doesn't force your head down far, just enough to taunt you into taking the rest. Your hand strokes up the portion of his cock not yet in your mouth, you tongue tracing along the underside of him as you slowly work in more. Your desperate moans echo and ripple through him, all the while he's just barely managing to hold himself back from face fucking you.

Bobbing your head up and down, you can taste his precum coating your tongue as you work him over. Each movement earning you a string of praise and slurry of swears under his breath. Pretty soon you're taking him nearly to his base, pulling your head back only to force him further into your mouth.

His head brushing against the back of your throat with each intake of him, your bobs gaining speed as you take with with more force each time. Obscene sounds escaping you with every pass, your eyes are clenched shut as he forces his hips up to meet you.

His thrusts becoming increasingly erratic and amount of precum coating your tongue are the signs he's nearing his end. Somehow he manages to keep his strength in check as he forces your head up and down, using you as his mouth little toy near the end there.

"Fu-fuck..."

You know what's coming, there's not a damn thing you can do to stop it, and there's nothing you love more....

A deep moan rips itself from deep in his chest as he slams your head down and his hips upward, forcing you to deep throat him as he cums down your mouth. You gag around him as you feel his cum shoot down the back of your throat but he holds you there against him.

Looking up at him through teary eyes and thick lashes, you see him smiling as he coos down at you , mimicking the sweet tone you used on him earlier.

"Ahhh baby, you gotta take all I'm giving you..."

Your eyes flutter shut again as you moan around him, the vibrations he feels while settled in your throat only encouraging him for a round two.

He slowly pulls out of your mouth with a little bit of his cum running down your chin. Reaching over to cup your chin, you smile up at him while panting heavily, still trying to catch your breath. Swiping his thumb over the corner of your mouth, capturing the small bead of his cum on his thumb before pressing it to your swollen lips, he grins wickedly at how accepting you are.

"Good job baby...Next time let's make sure you don't spill a single drop, yeah?"

You roll your eyes at the jeer until you notice his already reheardening length twitching in excitement. Running your tongue over your bottom lip, you reach your hand over to give him a few testing strokes.

"Why wait? Let's test your recovery time right now, huh?"

His body shivering in delight and over stimulation, he throws his head back and lets out shuddered breathy moan.

"God, I fucking love you..."

those first 22 issues i read last night were enough to make me want to draw him ngl

"i can take him! oh, can you now? can you take on all of him?" cw: smut

You just always had to have the last say, didn't you? While some (most) people tell you that you should stop while you're ahead, something about your smartmouth always charmed Mark. And, well, it seems it wasn't just your Mark that liked your sass.

"Uugh!" you cry as your face is shoved into the mattress. Mohawk Mark behind you laughs at your pathetic cries before winding his arm up and slapping your ass. Another cry falls from your lips as Mohawk Mark shushes your cries and rubs his hand over the now-growing red hand mark on your cheek.

"I guess even in this world, you don't know when to shut up," Sinister Mark teases, his fingers brushing away the tears that fall from your eyes before licking them. "Even your tears are sweet, dolly," he giggles.

"How about we put that mouth to good use," Viltrumite Mark says, his hand grabbing your hair and lifting it up. Before you can say anything, your mouth is shoved open, and all you taste is Viltrumite Mark. Moan after moan falls from your lips as you try to suck, but your eyes quickly roll back as Mohawk Mark picks up his pace.

You're losing yourself. You're losing yourself in Mark, and there's nothing else but him—all these versions of him— and yourself. "Focus, dollyyyy," Sinister Mark giggles again, his hands playing with your boobs and pulling at your nipples.

And, oh, Mark feels so good. So undeniably good that before you can even process it, your clenching around Mohawk Mark and coming loudly, your moans reverberating on Viltrumite Mark’s cock, and he's coming in your mouth with a hiss.

The hand that was wrapped in your hair before makes its way to your throat, and you're forced to look up at Viltrumite Mark with teary eyes. "Swallow," is all he says, and without another thought, you are. And just like that, simply feeling you swallow his cum, he's already hard again.

"Alright, cucksuckers, move it," Sinister Mark growls, pushing Mohawk Mark over and slipping himself into you with no restraint. "Our girl's got a full house," he laughs, forcing you to look up and past Viltrumite Mark as you catch sight of Omni Mark, No Goggles Mark, and Full Mask Mark.

this kinda sucks :( ill do a redo sometime soon dw