"Come on! Get your Ironman merch, hats and shirts, support our hero!"
Mark looked across the road to a stand where a stall had been set up. A woman was selling different merchandise with the same person on it. Someone in a red and gold metal suit, he'd never seen that before. He had already figured out he was in a parallel world when he saw Gotham didn't exist, but this was something different. No superman, no Batman, no heroes at all apart from someone they call Ironman. From what he understood parallel universes can only exist adjacent to the universe you're in, and in almost every case the universe will be similar, with maybe some big changes.
Mark gripped his head as the realisation dawned on him, this wasn't a parallel word.
It was an entirely different universe.
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(Two Months Later)
It had been a tough couple of months for Mark, having to accept the fact that he could not go home for the foreseeable future was difficult. Though the only difficult thing about it was that he'd left his mother alone, but he knew she was strong and she'd pull through. He'd miss her but he had to be realistic, he didn't have access to the kind of tech that would let him not only create a portal to another universe but navigate to it. After accepting it he found that it wasn't too bad living in New York, there were no supervillains, there was only one Hero who spent more time partying than anything else.
Colleen was nice and had let him stay with her rent free for the first month—he'd decided not to tell her about not coming from this universe as he was sure she'd think he was a nutcase. That was when he'd decided to stop moping around and start earning some money, he knew she didn't have much so he needed to pull his own weight. The second month he'd started earning himself a nice chunk of change, he'd done to a couple of landfill sites and started fixing up and even improving any electronics he'd found and selling them on in pawn shops.
The science level of this world seemed to be a bit lower than his one. The most advanced being from Stark Industries, he'd read about the creation of the large arc reactor down in California, as well as a few articles about how Tony Stark had done what was thought impossible and miniaturised the energy source. He hadn't looked much more into the differences instead trying to focus on more important things. He needed an ID, social security number and other important pieces of paperwork, he couldn't get them legally so he'd have to pay out the nose for a black market one good enough to fool the government.
In the end it wasn't too much of an issue, Mark had managed to fix and improve a computer to a higher standard and then sold it on as a custom computer. Many gamers would pay premiums for faster computers, so he'd made quite a bit of money doing that.
Mark had learned a few other interesting things about this world too. Apparently there were a groups of people that were called mutants, they were called so as a mutation in their DNA grants them a unique ability. Not many people knew about them as they were less than 1% of the population, but there had been a few events in the early 2000's that involved them. They were kinda like Metahumans back on his earth.
Right now Mark was on his way to the local bar. He had all the paperwork necessary to get a job, but he needed to be known. The fake paper trail that had been left for him wouldn't fool anyone who was investigating him closely.
*beep*
Mark took his phone out of his pocket looking down at the text message he'd just received.
Colleen: We need milk, also I think I've got my first student :D
Mark went to text back before it beeped again.
Colleen: Also get some Mr Hans on your way back
Mark: You had it yesterday, you need to have something else
Colleen: ... no
Mark sighed before putting his phone away. She'd been addicted to that place ever since he got here, and he was starting to think the reason she didn't get glasses or plates was cause she preferred the takeout. 'No... that's exactly the reason,' he thought to himself as he shook his head. He looked up at the sign *Luke's* before heading inside. It was a Friday night to needless to say it was busy, despite that however there were only two people at the bar. A tall dark skinned bald man with a goatee and an older man with white hair.
'So much for asking for a job,' Mark thought to himself, there was no way he'd be able to talk to the owner when it was like this. He decided he'd sit down and get a drink, wait for the crowd to thin out, then he'd talk to the owner. After going up to the bar and being served by the older man he took his drink to a table in the corner and started sipping on it. It had been a long week, it was nice to relax and drink in a place like this, even if alcohol didn't have much effect on his body.
As the night dragged on it seemed that only more people were coming inside, the owner had even moved some of the tables and made an impromptu dance floor for the once's who wanted to dance. The jukebox was turned on full, everyone was having a good time. Apart from him, he just wanted to get the job and go home.
"Why the long face handsome," a woman asked as she slid into the booth next to him.
Mark turned and saw a very attractive blonde woman with straight hair, she wore a green low cut strapless dress and had a cocktail in her hand.
"This place is usually quiet," Mark replied as he took another swig.
"Well maybe I can do something to turn that from upside down," she said as he hand gripped his leg.
He almost cracked his glass as a surge of hormones rushed through his body. When he'd first come here his powers had been weakened, but at this moment he was back to full strength, and that of course meant his barely controllable Libido was back. Living with a sexy Asian woman who wore tight clothing and from the smell off it masturbated almost nightly had not helped one bit.
"You're drunk," Mark said trying to let her down.
She wasn't put out though, she instead giggled. "Mmmm maybe I am, maybe I'm not, shall we see how bad my motor skills are," she said as she snaked her hands up his leg cupping his cock. Her eyes widened as they made contact with the semi hard piece of meat.
"You got something for me," she whispered as she moved closer.
Mark let go of the glass bottle before he shattered it. 'Fuck it, if she wants to who am I to say no,' he thought to himself as he slid his hand under the table and up her thigh.
"Aah," she gasped as his fingers traced the outline of her pussy. He could feel how soaked she was just from touching the outside.
"Take me to the bathroom now," she said as she gripped his arm.
Mark did just that and moments later she was sticking her tongue down his throat, the dress she wore was so high up he barely even needed to move it before he could access her pussy. He ripped her panties down exposing her bald vagina, he then started rubbing his fingers against her clit. "Oh shit!" She moaned as she disengaged from the kiss and started rubbing her pussy against his hand.
She ran her hands down his muscular body before undoing the zipper on his jeans and fishing out his cock. She hummed in delight as she saw the large pole ready to impale her. She pushed him back a bit before turning around and lifting the dress over two large cheeks. "Enough foreplay fuck me! And don't be gentle!" She said almost daring him not to.
Mark gripped his cock and lined it up against her slick cunt. "Yes!" She moaned as she felt his head push inside. Mark grunted as the rest of his shaft slipped inside of her, she was warm and her insides were soft, he pushed right up until her ass rested against his pelvis.
"Please! Please! Keep going!" She whined as she tried thrusting back into him. Mark smirked before grabbing her hips and thrusting. "Uhhhhhh!" She moaned as he started to pound his dick inside of her again and again.
"Fuck!"
"Fuck!"
"Fuck!"
She moaned as each time Mark drew his dick out all the way to the head before slamming it back inside. He felt her insides start to tighten up barely thirty seconds after he had started to fuck her. "OH MY FUUUUUUUUUUCK!" She screamed as her pussy contracted around his cock. She was having one of the most intense orgasms of her life and it was barely a minute after they started.
Mark reached forward covering her mouth with his hand, that screamed could've woke up an entire apartment block, he was glad the bar was busy otherwise there would be a an angry barkeep in here trying to knock the door down.
The more Mark fucked her the hornier he got, and the worse his judgment was. Deciding he wanted to see her naked he ripped off her dress exposing her body, he then reached forward with his other hands and started mauling her tits —pinching her nipples. All the while she moaned into his hand, occasionally screaming as she was given orgasm after orgasm. Mark drew his cock out for a moment making the woman whine at the loss of being filled, but he quickly put it back in after turning her around and lifting her up by her legs and putting them over his shoulders while holding her up in the air.
"HOLY!!! OOOOOOOH!" She moaned as her eyes rolled back. In this position Mark was penetrating even deeper than before and practically punching her g spot. She came again pulling Mark into a kiss as she did, Mark returned the kiss and started moving faster as he felt his own orgasm approaching. Setting her down on her knees, she doesn't even need to be told what to do before she grips his cock and starts tugging on it while sucking on the head.
"Mmmm give it to me," she hums as she grips it tighter. A few moments later Mark shoots out rope after rope of cum shooting it across her face and hitting her breasts, she holds her tongue onto catching as much of his cum on it as he can. When his cock twitches for the last time and the last of his semen dribbles out, the woman wraps her lips around it and starts to clean it for him. However what he didn't expect was for her to take a pouch from her handbag and pour some white powder on his still erect cock.
'Did she just do a like off my dick,' Mark thought to himself as he watched her stand up. Her cheeks were red and she still had a lustful gaze. "My pussy has never hurt so good before," she said as she pressed her naked body against him. "Completely makes up for ripping my dress," she added before kissing his jaw.
She then picked up her dress and quite handily made it wearable by tying it in a few places and using her earrings as makeshift latches. She then grabs Marks open and puts her number into it and calling her own. "Don't be a stranger," she said kissing his lips a final time before leaving the bathroom.
(AN: Pretty sure Trish used to be a party animal because she was a child star or some shit idk. I don't go out so I can't depict someone going off the rails in a way that doesn't stink of cliche. But anyway a meat pocket is a meat pocket. Who do you guys think would be the most unappealing person for Mark to bang. If I introduce the multiverse should I have him bang all three versions of Aunt May? Something to consider?
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