MINE- Mark Grayson x Super!Reader P1

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by InfluenzaLake

by InfluenzaLake

Mark Grayson x reader inspired by Make You Mine by Madison Beer and the associated Jennifer's Body influences

syn: reader is super, she has the succubus demon's blessing and their eyes set on the prize. "Invincible" they call him, the "most powerful" hero on Earth they say, our "last hope" they cry. Is he really all that? She is about to find out. Her handsome lap dog, Earth's mightiest hero under her heel. Sounds too good to be true. Sounds like her next best thing.

Takes place during season 1 show from Prime Video

TW: suggestive, I will say 18+ only to be safe so MINORS GO AWAY, mentions of violence kidnapping and assault and creepy CREEPY behavior.

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She can smell him. A light scent of blood that is not his own and a deep earth tone. He settles in his seat as if he did not return from pummeling faces and getting dragged through the mud. Among regular human filth as if the feather hairs on his arm do not hum and his heart does not jitter with leftover adrenaline. His budding powers makes her shriek inside. Her eyes flicker and her skin crawls. This is an excitement she has not felt in centuries. She thinks about how regular humans just don't do it anymore, she has to go after new-blooded hybrids and chuckles to herself. She knows exactly who he is and the dynasty that mixes in his core. It was only a matter of time of course, the punch line was spoiled long ago and the element of surprise is gone. Earth is one of many planets to the Viltrumite Empire. If anything, she might be doing Earth a favor.

She can read him. All it takes is one touch. She sees just a glimpse, enough to have her basic questions answered. She can't imagine what she's going to see once she has him all to herself. What she can make him see. Make him feel. Make him experience. She wants to turn his world upside down and keep him there, strapping him down. Dangling. Helpless. All that power in her clutches. All that power, for nothing. Still not ...invincible. What makes him special will be his biggest weakness. He is organic. Natural. His skin is soft and porous. His tissues are tough yet pliable. His bones are strong but not solid. He can still be wrapped in tendrils of lust, locks of hair, sheets of bedding. A dance until the end. Choreographing every next "glimpse". Every piece he gives to her, she gives something back. Opening his eyes and pulling him deeper into this decorated hell.

She can take it all. All at once. More and More with No End. It just takes one. One lucky moment for her, one end of days for him.

Each breath is a poison for her. It makes the yearning build up inside. She just needs one. One unlucky moment, so precious, so intense. She has been leaving gifts for him. Stealing his backpack. Stealing his P.E. clothes. Stealing his school suppies. Putting as much of her on it as she can. Something close to him, so it can sink in easier.

It will make the transition so much easier.

Those taps and touches, sending shocks into his system. Like a mosquito bite, you don't know until the sore is raised and red. Angry and full. Like a disease, you don't know until your head is throbbing and throat is closing.

"It will make him mine"