ALMOST THERE X Yoichi Isagi

Good meal 😋🍽️

超绝串串香时刻啊口牙！！！

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😼坏猫:你们不饿吗？

Say immortal, I heard you like em young

I NEED A FIC OF THE NO GOGGLES MARK VARIANT!!!

specifically make him THAT KINDA FREAK we already know he loves to toy with others (from his battle with the Guards of the Globe) and is crazy asf with a sense of dark humor. My fic idea is where he’s with his gf and this is their first time having sex tg and she doesn’t know about his kinks or anything since she would just take his comments of him telling her to ‘try to choke him’ or basically to inflict pain on each other as a joke.

Slap Me Silly

Note: This is yummy, we like this, we NEED this. I've seen maybe two fics have elements of this, so lemme just—slide myself in. (the pic is a hint SOMEONE TIE HIM UP)

Warnings: Nipple play (most male receiving), Switch Lenless!Mark (YOU CAN'T TELL ME HE DOESN'T OCCASSIONALLY BOTTOM), Dom!Reader, Riding, Tit Squeezing, Biting, Dark Humor, Choking, Degrading, "Good Boy", Slapping, Dirty Talk, Porn w a Plot, Smut, and ofc the over usage of 'Dude'.

No Goggles/Lensless!Mark x Dom!Fem Reader

Word Count: 2,303

The apartment is quiet, save for the occasional hum of traffic outside and the soft rustle of fabric as you shift on the couch. Mark is stretched out beside you, legs spread like he owns the place—because, in his mind, he does. His grin is lazy, all teeth, and his dark eyes flick toward you with that ever-present glint of mischief.

“You keep staring at me like that, babe,” he murmurs, tilting his head against the couch cushion, “and I’m gonna start thinking you actually like me.” You roll your eyes, biting back a smile. “God forbid.” He chuckles, low and amused, and suddenly he’s closer—leaning in like he’s got a secret to tell. “Nah, I think you do,” he teases, his breath warm against your jaw. “Like, a lot.” You scoff, pushing at his chest. “You wish.” Mark lets himself fall back dramatically, spreading his arms out like he’s been struck. “Right in the heart. Dude! That was brutal.” Rolling your eyes, you reply. “You’ll live,” you deadpan.

“Oh, I always live.” He winks, and for a second, there’s something in his expression, something dark and knowing, a reminder of just how much weight those words actually carry. But then it’s gone, replaced by that ever-present smugness. His fingers drum against his thigh. “Y’know, I’ve been thinking.”

“Dangerous.”

“Ha. Ha.” He smirks. “No, but really—since we’re both so hopelessly in love or whatever—” You snort, but he ignores you. “—don’t you think it’s weird that we haven’t, y’know, done anything yet?” His eyebrows lift, feigning innocence. “Not that I’m complaining. I like a good slow burn. Gets me all antsy and horny.” Your stomach tightens. It’s not like you haven’t thought about it. Mark is—well, Mark. Infuriating, cocky, always pushing just to see how far he can go. But he’s also magnetic in a way that makes it impossible to look away. And when he wants something? He gets it.

Still, you manage to play it cool. “I figured you’d explode if you went more than a week without getting laid.” Mark grins, tilting his head. “I do like explosions.”

You shake your head, but before you can throw another sarcastic remark his way, he moves. Fast. Not using his full speed—he’s learned his lesson about freaking you out like that—but enough to make your breath hitch as he’s suddenly towering over you, hands braced on either side of your hips. “Wanna hear something funny?” he asks, voice dropping just enough to make your pulse quicken.

You swallow. “That depends.” His fingers trail up your arm, barely touching, just enough to send a shiver down your spine. “You remember all those times I told you to try and choke or slap me?” You let out a brief chuckle. “You mean when you were being weird?” Mark hums, lips twitching like he’s holding back a laugh. “See, that’s the thing—you think I was joking.”

Your breath catches. His eyes are half-lidded now, watching you with something between amusement and hunger. “…You weren’t?” Mark smirks. “Dude. You have no idea.” He leans in, brushing his nose against yours. You stare at him for a second, searching his face for any sign that he’s messing with you. Nothing. Just that same cocky, lopsided smirk, like he knows something you don’t. His grin progressively widens as you open your mouth to speak, “You have to be kidding.” Mark tilts his head, feigning offense. “Why would I joke about something so serious? Dude, I’m hurt.” Here he goes again with the dramatics. “Oh, I’ll hurt you, alright.” The words leave your mouth before you can grasp them, but Mark’s eyes light up like you just handed him a winning lottery ticket.

His lips part slightly, tongue flicking out to wet them. “Please do.” You let out a laugh—sharp, disbelieving. This idiot. He’s always like this. Pushing buttons just to see what happens. You stared, more interested than before, your head shaking. “You’re insane.” Mark doesn’t miss a beat. “And you love it.”

You roll your eyes and, without thinking, lift your hand and smack him across the face. A sharp pop echoed as your palm struck his cheek, snapping his head to the side. Not hard, just enough to wipe that smug look off him. Or, well. That was the intention. Because instead of looking shocked or offended, Mark just stares at you. Slow blinks. Chest rising and falling a little too deliberately. “…Holy shit.” He gasps, making you hesitate.

He lets out a breathy laugh, touching his cheek where you slapped him. Then, with a grin that is way too excited for comfort, he looks back at you. “Dude.” His dark eyes go heavy-lidded, lips parting slightly as he exhales slowly, shaky, and wrecked like you just did something unspeakably good to him, and he’s already desperate for more. You blink. “What?”

“Do that again.”

You pull back slightly in hesitation, wondering how you even scored this crazy fuck. Taking notice, Mark clicks his tongue, shaking his head like you just deeply disappointed him. “C’mon, Dude. Don’t be like that.” He leans in again, voice dipping lower. “I liked it.” Your stomach flips. You open your mouth two seconds away from calling him an absolute freak, but Mark beats you to it. “See, this is why I keep you around,” he muses, like he’s talking to himself. “You get me.” He rasps with an estranged fascination, seemingly savoring the sting against his cheek. “I literally do not—”

“—you do, though.” He gestures vaguely. “Even if you pretend you don’t. Which is, like, really cute, by the way.” He pauses dramatically with a slight sing song “And hot.” You exhale through your nose. Okay. Fine. He wants to be weird? You can be weirder. So, with the most exaggerated sigh you can manage, you lift your hand and slap him again. This time, it’s harder. The slap lands sharp and sudden, a crisp crack that echoes in the quiet room. His skin is warm under your palm, the impact sending a fleeting sting through your fingers, while the faintest thrum of satisfaction lingers in the air between you. Mark's head tilts slightly from the force, but the way he laughs is low, throaty, and giddy. The kind that sends something hot and electric through your spine. His gaze snaps back to you, darker now. “Oh, yeah,” he breathes, voice thick with something you don’t quite know how to name yet. “That’s the stuff.” Your gaze flickered lower, his hips fidgeting. He was hard.

Mark leans in, close enough that you can feel the heat of his breath against your lips. He’s still grinning like he’s just won the lottery, panting like an excited mutt before he whispers, “…Your turn.” You took this as an invitation to explore his other kinks, his willingness empowering you like never before. The space between you ceased to exist in an instant, your bodies pulled together with an urgency that set your skin ablaze, his lips claiming yours like a force of nature. Groans filled the space within your mouths, his sloppy kisses trailing lower over your neck. You deserved such romance for your first time, but his body was already seething for more. His hand reaches forward, fingers tingling with excitement as they curl around your throat. He forces you down against the couch, the pressure against your windpipe causing you to gasp. Before he could do more your hand lashes out, striking his cheek with a resounding slap. He paused, welcoming the change from his usual dominance. "Fuck yeah," he growls, his voice thick and eager. "Don't hold back, babe."

Emboldened further, you push him back and climb onto his lap, straddling his hips. You can feel his hard already weeping cock pressing against your clothed sex, the heat of him seeping through the thin fabric of your panties. You grab his throat, squeezing just enough to make him gasp. "You like this, don't you? Being used like a little bitch?" You insulted, testing the waters.

Mark's eyes flutter closed as he lets out a shuddering moan. "Yes," he hisses, his hips bucking up against you. "I fucking love it." His hands grip your thighs tightly, fingers digging into your skin.

You tighten your grip on his throat, feeling his pulse jump under your palm. "Beg for it," you demand, grinding your cunt against his straining erection. "Beg me to choke you while I ride your cock." Mark's eyes snap open, gleaming with satisfaction. "Please," he rasps, his voice strained from your hold. "Please, please, choke me while you use my dick. I want to feel you squeeze the air from my lungs as you cum all over me."

A thrill runs through you at his words, at the complete submission and desperation in his voice. You release his throat, only to fist your hand in his hair, yanking his head back. "Good boy," you purr, before crushing your lips against his in a fervent kiss. You rake your nails down his skin, leaving angry red lines in their wake.

You whimper into his mouth, his hands moving to your ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh. You can feel him throbbing against you, his cock leaking pre-cum into his pants. Breaking the kiss, you lean back and hastily remove your top, exposing your breasts to his hungry gaze. His fingers follow suit, bringing his shirt over his head as he refuses to blink even once. "Fuck yes, Mistress." He groans, voice strained as his eyes glued to your tits. "You're so goddamn sexy." His lips nearly prepared to worship you.

It was odd, you stared down at him enjoying the power you have over him. He could easily turn the tides at any moment, but he was so willing to fuck you with such courtesy. Your fingers gently tapped against his throat, just threatening, begging him to make a move that would cause your grip to tighten. Mark immediately sits back, panting and red-cheeked. You lift your hips, his hands shove down your panties and help you kick them off. Then, with a courage-building sigh, you line up his cock with your dripping entrance. Mark groans, his hands flying to your hips. "Need to feel your tight pussy around my cock." Without warning, he slams you down onto him, taking him to the hilt in one smooth motion. You both groan at the sudden intrusion, Mark's head falling back as his fingers dig into your hips hard enough to bruise. "Oh god," you moan, savoring the feeling of him stretching you open. "You're so fucking big, where were you hiding this thing?!"

"I'm gonna fill this pussy up so good," Mark declares between giggles, his hips starting to move beneath you. "Gonna pump you full of my cum until it's leaking out of you." The dirty words only spur you on. You start to ride him fast, your hips slamming down onto him as you chase your pleasure, barely allowing yourself to breathe. Your hand never leaves his throat, tightening and loosening in time with your movements. Mark's face is flushed, his eyes glassy with lust as he bucks up into you, meeting you thrust for thrust.

"Harder," you demand, squeezing his throat tighter, his eyes rolling back. "F-fuck me harder." Mark lets out a choked groan, but does as he's told, slamming up into you with renewed vigor. The new angle has him hitting depths you didn't know existed, making stars burst behind your eyelids with each thrust. You can feel the pressure building inside you, coiling tighter and tighter as he pounds into your g-spot. Releasing him from your ever-desired grip, he protests, his hips punctuating as you let out a yelp. “Dude..!” He whines, exasperated before a resounding clap echoes against his cheek, his face growing warm as blood swelled. “Again! Again…!” He encouraged, and you followed suit devilering smack after smack. Arching your back forward, your tongue finds the blistering streaks left from your nails. Soothing them with the soothing stroke of the muscle, you lick over his nipples, teeth tugging on them gently. The small buds hardened slightly from the cold air, and his grunt echoed from above. “Holy shit... yes!” Coming up for air, he returns the favor, hands leaving your ass and latching onto your tits as he squeezes them like stress balls. It's painful, he knows but he attones as his thumb traces rings around your areolas causing mild pleasure.

Your hands returned to his throat, tightening like a vice. With a strangled chuckle, his cock twitched inside you as he floods your pussy with his hot seed. The feeling of him pulsing inside you, the overwhelming sensations overloading your senses, and the obscene squelching sounds of his cum filling you pushes you over the edge. You throw your head back with a scream as your orgasm crashes over you, your cunt spasming as you gasp. Were orgasms always meant to feel this strong?

Mark groans as he feels you contracting around him. "Milk my cock dry. Take every last drop." You continue to ride him through your climax, grinding your clit against his pelvis until the last waves of pleasure fade away. When you finally collapse against his chest, both of you are panting and covered in sweat.

You could barely catch your breath when he spoke up. "Dude, we're definitely doing that again," you murmur against his chest, exhausted, he chuckles, his chest vibrating beneath you. "Hell yeah we are." He says to himself. Without missing another beat, you're suddenly flipped over, his cock hardened with renewed energy. "Ready for round two?" He asks, tracing patterns against your calves as he spreads your legs over his shoulders. Now it was truly your turn.

Can you guys tell I love submissive or freaky men? Hopefully, this fulfills your request!

Fun thing I made for the GC

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.

I dreamed about this last night, and it was based on season 1 rex and i farted whilst thinking about it when i woke up. I HAD to draw it

anyways.................... mark time

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For the 3 people who fuck with powerplex on this gd platform 🫶🫶🫶🫶

I wanted to combine his designs from the comics and show, if you were wondering why he has two sets of plates on his arms as opposed to just one. I also prefer the shape they take on in the comics.

His eyes are something that I want to render further, as I believe them to be very important to his look - strong, sturdy, square, and sad.

In the show, his eyes appear to very telling of how he subconsciously feels about what’s happening. But also, they illustrate how emotional he is in general, without relation to the trauma he suffered. Big old eyes. 💔

A head-canon I have is that he’s into Marxist theory and Kantian ethics ….He loves to argue.