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All you could hear was the pounding of your own heart and a high-pitched ringing in your ears. Fires were popping up around you, the city crumbling and burning, but you felt cold. Your hand landed on the brick wall of the alleyway, the blood covering your palm taking away any traction that you had. You stumble, legs crying out as you force yourself to trudge forward, the lights from the blaze around you making it hard to tell if the puddles you were stepping in were water, oil, or blood. It had been a massacre; neither you nor your comrades had stood a chance. You had fought your Invincible in the past, albeit in sparring practice, but he was nothing compared to the monster you were desperately trying to flee from. Blood bubbled up in the back of your throat, and you doubled over, painfully trying to hold in your coughs. Maybe you had lost him in the thick smoke and ash that hovered in the air… or maybe you just couldn't see him anymore. It was hard to say, but it didnt matter. If you didnt find backup soon, you'd be dead, either by his hand, blood loss, or smoke inhalation. You add more pressure to the deep gash on your left hip, grimacing as you feel bone. It was a miracle you were even alive now.
The next impact comes so quickly, there's no time to react. One moment you are leaning against a wall in the alleyway, the next your head is being forced through the bricks. Your brain rattles around in your skull, vision whiting out. You can vaguely feel the shape of a hand against the side of your head, pressing you into the crumbling stone before it drops you.
“Pathetic,” The black and yellow Invincible laughs, “You really thought you could run from me?“
You crumble to your knees, choking on blood as it catches in your throat and leaks out of your nose. Blindly, you throw a hand in front of you, but it only connects with air. A gloved hand fists your hair, jerking your head up so hard it feels as if he is trying to rip it from your scalp, and you wildly grab at his wrist as your knees leave the ground. Your vision slowly starts to return on the left side. You didn't need to see to know who your attacker was.
“I killed you back on my world so easily, I’m surprised you managed to survive this long.” He brings you closer to his face, lips curling upward into a sinister grin, “Ready to die again?”
“Fuck… you…” You hiss, spitting blood onto his cheek.
“I guess not.”
His smile sours, and he drops you, letting your body crumple to the ground at his feet. The sudden movement causes pain to radiate through your whole body, and it takes everything you have not to scream. Blood pours from your new wound on the side of your head, leaving tear-like trails of blood on your right cheek before falling to the ground and blending in with the shadowy pavement. He wipes your blood off his face before touching down, feet on either side of your knees, cape blowing in the hot breeze that blew through the alley.
“There are things worse than death, though. Care to indulge me?” Invincible grabs you by the hair again, forcing you to look up at him again, “Not that you have a choice.”
You didn't understand what he meant by that, but he didn't give you time to decipher the threat before he was shimmying his pants down with his free hand and fishing out his limp cock. Your eye locks onto it as you recoil in disgust, scalp burning as you fight against his grip. The head touches the corner of your mouth as you back into the unstable wall behind you. You turn your head away, lips pressed in a tight line as your jaw tenses shut. The muscles in your face strain, teeth clamping down uncomfortably tight as you feel his fist brush against your face. You take a sharp breath in through your nose, smoke burning the inside of your nostrils as you feel him jerk himself off, cock pressing harder and harder against you the more it swells.
You keep your gaze fixed toward the end of the alleyway, heart threatening to beat straight out of your chest as you try to wrap your head around your current situation. This wasn't something you anticipated, let alone mentally prepared for. The feeling of velvety skin against your cheek made your stomach tie into knots. You can't tell if the rising feeling in your throat is panic, vomit, or blood.
“We can do this the easy way or the hard way,” Invincible says, tapping the side of your face with his length, “up to you.”
You want to curse him out in response, nostrils flaring with anger, but you keep your mouth shut tight. Instead, you look up at him from the corner of your eye, doing your best to glare at him. The smile stretched across his face is sickening, like a child with a magnifying glass about to burn an ant to death. His grip in your hair tightens, the pain causing tears to prick up at the corner of your eye, obscuring your view. He presses the head of his cock firmly against you, as if he’s trying to enter your mouth through the side of your cheek. It slips, getting precum on your face from the corner of your mouth to your temple. You want to gag.
“Hard way it is,” he purrs, words laced with sadistic excitement.
The world becomes a blur as he jerks your head forward and slams it back into the brick behind you in rapid succession. It's too quick to process the pain right away, but stars burst behind your eyes as you feel your brain slam against the inside of your skull. Your head doesn't even feel attached to your neck anymore as you're whipped back and forth like a human bobblehead. Everything spins as you lose your sense of equilibrium. A wave of nausea crashes over you, a split second before the excruciating pain takes hold, so intense it knocks the wind out of your lungs. Your mouth pops open, blood and drool dribbling down your chin as you try to replenish your oxygen supply.
Instead you are met with his cock forcing its way into your mouth, airway cut off as he hits the back of your throat and keeps pushing. Any sound you would have made gets blocked by him as he buries himself deep inside your throat, muscles burning as they are forced to accommodate the intrusion. You grab onto his thighs with both hands, nails tearing into the fabric of his pants in your futile attempt to push him back. In response, he takes a half step forward, somehow pushing himself deeper inside. You wretch at the movement, the bile that started to rise now stuck in your throat. A vein in your temple pops out as the pressure in your head builds, lungs begging for air. Darkness creeps in at the edges of your vision, and you panic, banging at his legs with your fists, each hit getting weaker than the one before it until hand slips and falls, landing useless between your knees while the other rests against his body, fingers barely strong enough to curl into a fist.
Invincible rocks his hips experimentally, dropping his hold on your hair when you offer no resistance. Instead, he holds you up by your chin, pulling out just enough for you to inhale a half breath before thrusting back in. You gag, the new air in your lungs giving you just enough oxygen to start weakly struggling again. Bloody spit bubbles form at the corners of your mouth and drip down your chin and neck as he continues to lazily thrust into your throat. He seems amused every time you heave, letting go of your jaw as he runs his palm down the bulge in your throat, pitching it with his thumb and pointer finger. It makes how deep he is more obvious, and you squirm, vision blurring in again as your oxygen runs low. Invincible's movements get a little rougher, hips pulling out fraction of a centimeter further back each time to give you unsatisfying breaths through your nose. It's enough to keep you on the edge of consciousness, but not enough for your concussed mind to find the will to fight back. The hand resting on Invincible's thigh is the only remaining sign of your struggle against his current assault.
Invincible’s other hand finds the back of your head, forcing your face against his pelvis as he groans. You distantly feel his cock pulsing, the slight motion exentuated by his fingers pressing down on your neck. He pulls out slowly as your body trembles and you suck in a breath desperately as soon as you're able to, but something else blocks precious air from entering your lungs. You choke and sputter, thick cum rising out of your throat, filling your mouth and leaking painfully out of your nose. All your airways burn, but the pain comes second to the relief you feel after being able to take one deep, solid breath. Your muscles go limp, and you pant, your whole body throbbing. Invincible’s hand on your throat is the only thing holding you upright. Your stomach churns and heaves but you swallow it back, grimacing at the taste of his cum.
“Wow, you didnt even throw up!” Invincible laugh, grabbing you by the arm and throwing you further into the alley, “Maybe I shouldn't have killed you the first time. Could've kept you around for entertainment.”
You land on your chest, teeth clattering together as the wind is knocked out of you again. Oil splashes onto your face and into your wounds, adding a new level of agony to the baseline pain you already felt. You throw your hand out in front of you, asphalt cutting into your fingertips as you try to drag yourself forward. It's a pointless endeavor, but you can't stop yourself from trying to get away. Your throat stings as you gasp, tears overflowing, making it impossible to see straight. You don't get more than a few centimeters before Invincible brings his foot down on your leg with a sickening crunch. A blood-curdling scream echoes through the small space, overshadowing Invincible’s amused chuckle. Your body goes limp as your muscles stop responding to you, overcome with shock. Your hero costume is ripped apart like tissue paper, and you feel his blood-slick hands land on your hips, pulling you back towards him. His knees land on either side of your legs as he lifts your ass up.
“Please stop,” you don't know if you said it or just thought it.
A sob catches in your throat as you feel invincible’s cockhead kiss your entrace. Not a second later, he’s forcing himself inside you, the impact scraping your body roughly against the pavement. You gasp as he slams against your cervix, his cock reaching so deep inside you it feels like hes about to split you in two. He pulls back to the tip and repeats the motion, his balls slapping against your clit as he fucks you aggresively. Each thrust slides you across the ground, the jagged asphalt digging into your knees and face, but you barely feel it. The blood loss is starting to get to you, and your mind is not working at 100%. With your body completely flaccid, you eventually adjust to his size, and it starts to feel… good.
The realization snaps you back instantly, and you gag, horrified with yourself. Invincible moans as you inadvertently clamp down around him, your muscles contracting as you struggle to get back up onto your hands. Your squirming only spurs him to fuck you harder and he starts to pull you back into his hips. A whimper slips past your lips on a particularly hard thrust, and you both freeze, the little blood you had left rushing to your cheeks as you hang your head in shame.
“Some people were just born to be whores, I guess” Invincible snickers, curling his body over you “All your friends are dead and here you are enjoying getting fuck by the one who killed them all.”
His arms wrap around yours, pinning them to your sides as he pulls you upright. You wince as he makes you sit on him, his length reaching impossibly deeper than before. Other than that, you don't react, trying as hard as you can to ignore his words. Tears well up in your eyes as you stare at the flames at the end of the alleyway.
“My God, that’s fucked up, even for me.”
“Stop,” you breathe, voice trembling as you feel his smirk against your ear.
“I wouldn't have done this if I had known you were going to like it.”
“I don't!”
“It's good that I killed all your friends, imagine how they would react if they saw you like this,” he bucks his hips at the end of his sentence, and you gasp at the sudden movement.
“Shut up!” you scream, voice cracking “You fucking monster! Let go!”
Invincible grabs your jaw, turning your head roughly to the side. You stare in horror at the reflection of yourself in the broken mirror propped up against a half-scorched dumpster. You barely recognize yourself past all the open wounds, blood, and swelling. You're misshapen, barely human in appearance. The only thing that you can clearly identify as you is your left eye; everything else is obscured. You look like a week-old corpse someone found on the side of the road, but what's worse is him. In contrast to you, he’s practically glowing. There's not a scratch on him; the only blood on his costume is clearly from other people. His stupid, perfectly intact face has that same evil smile stretched across it, white teeth shining. You can't see his eyes past his black lenses, only the image of the flames that surrounded you.
“Who’s calling who a monster?” Invincible whispers into your ear.
You try to turn your head, but he holds you firm, rolling his hips and making you writhe.
“Actually, you know what, here.” Invincible pulls off his mask and you suck in a sharp breath “Now we match”
You can't stop yourself from staring. The reports had just said “Invincible-like” enemies, but the face that was looking back at you was an exact copy of Mark Grayson. When he was hidden under his mask, you could distance the two; one was a monster that killed everyone you cared about, and the other was your ally and occasional friend. But now with his face uncovered, your foggy brain was starting to spiral. The expression did not suit him at all, his wild eyes mirroring those of some of the worst villains you had faced, but there was no doubting that it was Mark. The blood drains from your face, heart racing, a pit opening up in your stomach. You felt nauseous.
“Aw, poor y/n. Do you recognize my face?” his fingers slide from your jawbone to your cheeks, squeezing your face as he draws it closer to the mirror. “I almost feel bad for you. Tell me, what's my name?”
You couldn't respond even if you wanted to. The lump in your throat took away your ability to speak as you searched Invincible’s face for something that clearly set them apart. The expression wasn't enough, and although you knew for a fact this wasn't Mark, your heart hurt as if you had been betrayed. Invincible scowled, unsatisfied with the amount of time it was taking you to respond. He flips you unceremoniously onto your back, the back of your skull hitting the pavement with a sharp crack. You're not sure how many times someone can hit their head before they sustain permanent brain damage, but at this point, you're sure you've passed that limit. He presses down into you, your legs splayed awkwardly around his hips. You grab onto his shoulders, pushing back against him, but it's no use. It's like he's crushing you with his body, the pressure on your chest causing more blood to rise up into your mouth. His face is only inches from yours, and you still can't bring yourself to look away.
“What's my name?” Invincible repeats, his voice low and threatening as his hands slide up your legs and onto your hips.
You shake your head, flinching when you feel his fingers graze the deep wound on your hip from earlier. You had almost forgotten about that one, the pain from it paling in comparison to the new ones Invincible gave you. His hands are about to pass it when he doubles back, a sly smirk on his face. You scream as his nails dig into your raw flesh, fingers burying themselves to the knuckle in your side as his hips start up again. You pry at his wrist, back arching off the ground.
“Stop, stop, stop!” you beg, pushing the heel of your good leg against the ground to try to get away.
“You really like doing things the hard way.” Invincible says, tearing muscle from bone as he forces his fingers even deeper, ignoring your cries, “Are you stubborn or are you a masochist? Maybe you're just stupid. I can't tell.”
You squeeze your eyes shut, tears running down the sides of your face and into your hair. Your teeth grind together as you try to push past the pain, but the feeling of slowly being torn apart is so excruciating it's impossible to ignore. Closing your eyes only made it worse. Cold sweat beads on your forehead as he reaches deeper inside you. Although it's just his fingers at this point, it feels like his entire fist is digging into you. It's too much pain for a human to handle.
“Mark!” You sob, knuckles blanching from how hard you're gripping his wrist. “Mark, stop! Please!”
And like that, his fingers are gone. You open your eyes slowly to see his arrogant smirk too close to your face. His breath is hot against your lips as he manhandles your legs onto his waist, adjusting the angle before snapping his hips forward. The moan punched from your lips shocks you, and your mind desperately grabs on to any positive feeling. You hold onto Invincible’s biceps, eyelids rolling back as he thrusts again. You're disgusted by yourself, but you're emotionally and physically drained. You're at his mercy, forced to feel whatever he wants you to feel. His hands start to travel up your body again, ghosting over your hip like an unspoken threat before squeezing your waist. You twitch and spasm under his touch, toes on your good foot curling as heat starts to build in your core. The moans start pouring out of you, the needy sound of your own voice adding to your shame and humiliation.
“You really were born for this, huh?” Invincible’s eyebrows pinch together “you're gripping me so fucking tight”
You hate it.
You hate it, you hate it, you hate it. But that doesn't stop your body from trembling. It doesn't stop you from crying out when he grabs your breasts, squeezing them so hard you feel like he's trying to break skin as he sucks your nipple into his mouth. He bites down, and your palms hit the pavement as you struggle to hold onto anything to ground yourself. The slick sounds of your own pussy ring in your ears as you grow wetter, each roll of his hips causing that heat inside you to grow hotter as your muscles tighten on their own. Your body is betraying you, the deep, primal urge to chase your own pleasure threatening to take over. The overwhelming guilt of it all is the only thing keeping you from toppling over the edge. Invincible releases your tit with a wet pop, little dots of blood beading around the spit he bit. His elbows land next to your face as he puts his full weight on you, grinding his pelvis against your clit in a way that has you seeing stars.
“Say my name again,” he growls directly into your ear.
“M-mark...”
“Who's fucking you?”
“Mark.”
“Who's about to make you cum?”
You grab his sides, nails clawing at his costume, and your body starts to convulse.
“Mark!”
“Pathetic.”
Electricity shoots up your spine as you reach your peak almost on command. Foot planting itself on the ground as your body arches, hips grinding up against him as you mindlessly chase your orgasm. Your eyes half open but unseeing as pleasure zaps throughout your body. You can feel Invincible snickering against the crook of your neck, but your mind is too gone to be bothered by it yet. The feeling almost overpowers the pain you feel all over. It's addictive. You let out a shaky breath as your body collapses back to the ground, a pleasant haze settling over your mind for a moment. Your body shivers as he pulls out, and a sense of relief is added to the haze as you start to fade out of consciousness.
Then Invincible snaps his hips, your skin connecting with a painful slap. Your eyes shoot open as all your nerves are set on fire, weakly struggling to get away as he thrusts into you forcefully. He bites the side of your neck, a scream ripping from your lungs as his canines break through your skin. Invincible sits back on his heels, grabbing your hips, thumb sticking right into your wound as he flops onto his back. Your hands land on his chest as you steady yourself, your broken leg twisting painfully at a bizarre angle. He's too deep. You try to lift yourself up to ease the pressure, but Invincible holds you down, nails digging into your hips.
“Stop!” You shout, holding onto his wrists instead, “I-I can't! No more-”
“No more? Now I know you're just fucking stupid. Seriously, just look at you.” blood trickles down the sides of your legs where his nails pierced your skin “You weren't even supposed to enjoy this at all, dumb bitch. You think that you can moan my name and shake your hips a little, and what? Seduce me?”
“You told me to-”
“You're just so fucking sad” He continues as if you had never started talking,“It's making me feel bad.”
Any response you had dies on your lips as he lifts and drops you back down onto him, each tiny moment felt like he was scraping against exposed nerve endings. You writhe in his hold, eyebrows furrowed in a tortured mix of pain and pleasure. There were no more tears left for you to cry; your voice raw from straining it before, all you could do was whimper as he bounced you up and down. Each time your bodies connected it felt like his cock would pierce your guts. Invincible's movements got more erratic, his pelvis rolling up to meet yours. You thought he was getting close, but he just kept going, faster and faster, his bruising grip tightening so hard you were worried he might crush the entire lower half of your body. You had seen him punch straight through your allies, so it wasn't an impossibility.
A particularly hard thrust makes you throw your head back, keening as the overstimulation tips back into pleasure. Your thighs tremble as it builds again, the feeling growing so fast it shocks you. One moment you're in hell, and then the next you're almost floating. You choke on a moan, gritting your teeth to hold it back as you try to process the sudden flip, but it's short-lived. The next bounce has you mewling, eyes screwing shut as fireworks explode behind your eyelids. The darkness only enhances the feeling, coming from deeper inside you and more intense than the first time. Actually, it's more intense than anything you've ever felt before. You hate that he, of all people, is making you feel like this. There's a pressure in your lower abdomen with the heat that you can't place, that grows exponentially with every little movement. It's maddening. Invincible says something that you don't hear, the surging feeling overwhelming all your senses. You look down at him, eyes only half open, his face a blur below you. One of his hands leaves your hips as he reaches between your legs, pinching your clit between the knuckles of his pointer and middle finger. Your whole body jerks violently, and you wail, the tension in your body releasing in a tidal wave of mind-numbing pleasure, as your vision whites out. He grinds his cock deep inside you as your cunt spasms around him, following you over the edge as he fills you with an aborted groan.
It takes a few moments for you to come back down, panting as your muscles turn to jello. Your hands end up on Invincible’s chest as you struggle to hold yourself up, arms quivering. It feels oddly damp…
His open hand connects with your cheek with a harsh crack, throwing your head to the side. Invincible sits up suddenly, throwing you back onto the ground. You land on your ass between his open legs with cry. The feeling of his cum leaking out of you makes you shudder.
“Did you piss on me?”
You look at his wet costume in horror, mouth gaping open.
“Jesus, look at you. Disgusting whore.” He grabs hold of your upper arm, flipping you over again. Your chin hits the pavement, face only inches from the broken mirror you saw earlier. Invincible’s reflection glares down at you.
“You really are a piece of work. I wonder how long it will take you to completely break. Maybe you’ll die before that, who knows?”
You don't know how long it lasts after that, maybe just minutes or a few hours. It doesn't take long for you to “break”, holding onto Invincible’s shoulders and his name rolling off your tongue every time you make a sound. You're entirely numb by the time you finally pass out, covered in cum inside and out, completely ruined.
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Your mind is uncomfortably foggy when you wake up, eyes rolling open sluggishly. You squint against the fluorescent lights above you, giving everything around you a sterile hue. The rhythmic beeping of the hospital monitors echoes off the walls of the small room you were in, and you run your fingers over the soft fabric of the teal-gray blanket covering you. You still feel numb, but that’s probably for the best. You survived somehow.
“So, you finally decided to return to the land of the living.” You turn your head towards the sound of Cecil’s voice, neck stiff. “Didn’t think you were going to make it for a second there.”
You open your mouth to respond, but Cecil holds up his hand, stopping you.
“I won't ask you to explain yourself now-”
“There's nothing to explain,” you snap, shocked by the strained raspiness of your own voice, alarms going off as your heart rate more than doubles. “My team and I were attacked by one of the Invincible… clones or whatever they were.”
“Right.” He replies short and firm.
You shrink under his gaze, his expression neutral. You could never read Cecil, and you hated it.
“I’m not ready to… talk about what happened, right now.”
“Right.” Cecil repeats, turning toward the door, “You know how to contact me when you are. Sooner rather than later is preferable.”
Your head falls back against your pillow as you stare blankly at the ceiling, stomach twists into knots. “Right. Got it.”