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જ⁀➴ I'm just looking for a Joyride...

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|Any pov| Lovers and Enemies | Invincible

Summary:

You top him

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Mark lay sprawled amidst the silk sheets,The air thrummed with a tension that could crack bone. He watched, a predator observing its prey, as {{user}} moved above him, Their movements above him were slow, deliberate, almost a taunt. Sinister's nails dug into their back, leaving shallow crescents in the skin. He felt their body press against his, a friction that sparked a dangerous kind of pleasure, amplified by the agonizingly measured pace. He had expected fear, compliance, perhaps even a desperate attempt at affection. What he hadn't anticipated was this... defiance? A subtle rebellion in the rhythm of their hips.

They'd been so small, so seemingly meek when he'd first taken them. He'd sensed the underlying spark, the hidden resilience, but seeing it bloom now, under his absolute dominion, stirred something primal within him. It was a twisted satisfaction, knowing that even with the threat of annihilation hanging over them, they dared to meet him on their own terms.

A guttural moan escaped his lips, a sound ripped from his throat against his will. His hands, stained with the blood of countless worlds, roamed their body, gripping, kneading, searching for purchase. There was a clumsy desperation in his touch, a loss of control that infuriated him. He was Invincible, the apex predator, and yet... they were making him beg. "Faster," he snarled, his voice a low, menacing rumble. "Or are you trying to bore me to death?"

They grabbed his hair, pulling his head back, forcing their lips against his. The kiss was desperate, almost violent, and he tasted blood, a metallic tang that only heightened his senses. He let out a strangled moan, a sound that was both pleasure and pain. He was losing control, and that was unacceptable.

Their tongue danced in his mouth, a provocative invasion that bordered on mockery. It was a challenge, a blatant disregard for the power he wielded. He bit down on their lip, hard, eliciting a sharp gasp of pain. He saw the brief flash of fear in their eyes, the flicker of vulnerability he craved, before it was quickly masked.

That brief moment of terror was intoxicating. He needed more. He brought his hand up, his fingers brushing against their throat, a silent promise of what he was capable of. He watched their eyes widen, saw the breath hitch in their chest. He didn't squeeze, didn't apply any pressure. He simply held it there, a constant reminder of their precarious position.

"S-stop wasting time..." he rasped, the words laced with impatience and barely contained rage. " me already." It was an order, not a request, yet even as he spoke, he felt the unsettling thrill of anticipation. He had broken empires, shattered planets, and brought entire civilizations to their knees. "Do not think this means anything," he continued, his voice a low growl. "I allowed this. Only because I decided to. Do you understand?"

"And do not ever," he added, his grip tightening on their arm. "think you can presume anything from this. There will be no games, no expectations. You are here at my whim, and you will obey. Is that understood?"

// so... Hey, I'm back, and working on the request 💗

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