#invincible animated series

[eternalera]

ngl when oliver first appeared i got really really scared because so rarely have i seen shows get the whole 'superpowered kids' right thing let alone kids right in media. but with oliver its actually kinda nice because like... he actually acts like a kid??? THEY GIVE REASONS TO HIS ACTIONS?!?!?! like yeah he talks back to debbie and runs off when he shouldnt and sometimes i get mad at him for doing that but even then they show that hes actually a good kid and he just wants to help and make connections with other people. like im actually kinda surprised and really happy that they didnt mess it up

[jellyurchin]

I saw people redrawing this frame so I did as well!

[divinefushiguro]

I think I might fxck up the word

❤︎ Mark Grayson - Invincible ❤︎

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

All support is very much appreciated

[guardianjameslight]

I don't know about you, but I really hate mentality that says that we don't get good animated projects anymore, especially when these exist.

And there's more.

[couldeatthatgirlforlunch]

I Can Feel It in My Bones

Synopsis: Being Invincible’s pet is cruel, but you manage to find comfort in it.

Pairing: Yandere!Sinister!Mark Grayson X Gn!Reader

Tw: 18+; Mentions and descriptions of mass murder (this is a version of Mark that joined Omni-man and the viltrumites); Mentions of kidnapping and being chained; Mentioned and implied dubcon/noncon; Implied Stockholm Syndrome; Hurt/little comfort; Mentions of threats; All characters aged up; English is my 2nd language.

Word count: 500

Requested? No.

Extra notes: I might write more about this, and other fanfics with Mark and Rex, love my babygirls

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You have your own suite. Well, it's not exactly yours, it's Mark’s room, but he barely spends time there, since most of his time is spent destroying Earth and intimidating civilians, alongside Omni-man. Meanwhile, you're always chained to the foot of his bed, just enough freedom to go to the bathroom and wander through almost all the expanse of the room. You can't even reach the door, not that it would change anything, there’s no one around to help you, much less someone brave enough to go against Invincible’s wishes.

Omni-man and Invincible like to talk as if you aren't in the room, as if you're invisible. You know the former doesn't understand why his son keeps a pet since it's death will come before Mark can even look like a 30 year old human. You're the pet. But he shrugs it off when Mark reminds him that not everything is about work, and if he can do whatever he wants to humans, then he wants to have a pet.

Mark is cruel. He always reminds you that the only thing stopping him from harming and killing you is your pretty face. That you only get to eat because he likes your body healthy. That you only get to shower and brush your teeth because he wants to breathe in a nice smell when he’s close to you. That you're only kept in his room and not at one of the slave’s camps because he likes to fuck you.

And you know it. You know it in the way he sometimes doesn't allow you to wear clothes. In the way he doesn't treat you like a person, more like a playtoy or decoration. In the soreness left when he's done.

But sometimes, sometimes you get confused. Because he lays his head on your chest when he wants to take a nap or just feel comforted. Because he keeps you in his room when you know he could just throw you in a cell. Because once in a while he asks about your old interests, and gets excited about things you had in common. Because he gives you things to entertain yourself. Because sex with him is good even when it's not consensual. Because he has a pretty smile. Because he doesn't look like the sadistic dictator who destroyed your city and killed half the people you knew, when he takes his mask off.

You wonder if he still keeps this human side of him because he simply grew up like that and it's too ingrained in his personality, or because he misses his mom and his friends.

It doesn't matter in the end, you're doomed in and out of this room. You're only human, he's a viltrumite. He was made to be a conqueror. You're gonna die faster than he can blink. He's gonna find another pet. At least, you can have some comfort if you keep him happy.

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[vinnyvamppp]

Pretty When You Cry

Did I leave for two hours and come back with this?! Yes, I did! Mainly, my idea for writing this is because he cries often in the show when upset or overwhelmed, so why not let that apply to sex too? Synopsis: He's having relationship issues with Amber, but you're willing to be his distraction... right?

Warnings: Dacryphillia, Sub!Mark (canonically loves his women in charge), Soft Dom!Reader, Position changes, implied struggles with romance, no contraception (pull out game 💀), porn w a plot, fem presenting reader, friends to lovers?

Mark Grayson/Invincible x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2,542

He was such a pretty crier. A man in tears was a man you could love for years. It was a sight you never grew tired of. While it would be shameful to admit, you partially listened to him spill his troubles to see those glistening pearls bubble down his waterline. As you stared at him admiringly perched against his rooftop, you listened as he poured his heart out, a feeling of pity settling in your gaze.

Little did you know, his emotions were stirring more than usual and creating an unfamiliar sense of lust towards you.

This was wrong—utterly and irrevocably wrong.

Mark gazed idly at your dimly lit features as you looked up at the stars from the roof—he had decided to invite you over to his place after a fight with his girlfriend; he didn't want to go home, and he definitely didn't want to be alone. The fight with Amber still lingered, a bitter taste in his mouth, but it was nothing compared to the turmoil brewing in his chest.

He wanted a break; you were just that. One of his childhood friends and confidants. He was certain he and Amber were over; it was a situation where he didn’t realize they were broken up until it was too late. So, why the hell, in the midst of everything, was he thinking about kissing you? He HAD a girlfriend a few hours ago, one who loved him with every fiber of her being.

Yet, you were always so pretty to him. It would be a lie to say he hadn’t had a crush on you in the past, or even fucked his fist at the thought of you until his dick was raw and coated in lotion. It was pathetic, he knew it, but more than ever now he felt enticed by your very presence. The way your lips would speak such comforting words, and you would stare at him as if only he existed. Sure, the relationship between him and Amber didn’t work out because he’s Invincible and she’s a regular human, but he could be selfish just this once… right?

For the thousandth time, you reassured him Amber would return to him with a new resolve. It was almost like you were trying to convince the two of you. It was nonexistent now. So what else could he do besides cast aside his doubt and stare at those puffy lips?

“You okay?” You asked, curious about his staring. “Yeah… yeah, I’m okay.” He muttered like a dejected puppy, tugging at your heartstrings. “Right, so instead of moping… you need a stress reliever. For your sake. Dragging yourself around all day won’t help.” You sighed quietly as your fingers gently rested against the thin cloth of his back reassuringly. “Right,” he replied, “What’s your idea of a stress reliever—and don’t say exercise; I already do that constantly.” His fingers gestured in your direction, some of his playfulness returning. “Get this,” you started as if to say something revolutionary. “Exercise.”

His eyes rolled as he mumbled under his breath, his head turning to face you with a raised brow. “You’re such a comedian.” He quipped. “Come on, an actual one that won’t have me sweating and panting like a dog, okay? Please?” His voice struck a chord within you; it was the perfect rasp and whine. Not to mention his words causing your thoughts to travel a million miles past sexual. “I wouldn’t mind the sight,” you said casually. “Besides the lotion and tissue in your room, it suggests you ‘exercise” more than enough.” It was a harmless joke, enough to bring him pause as you two quietly chuckled. It was embarrassing, but nothing he couldn’t deny. “Uh. Yeah.” He muttered.

As you leaned over slightly, his staring persisted. Your shoulder rested against his as you stared into his eyes. His gaze avoided you momentarily before locking within your reflection. “Mark, what’s going on?” You asked, head tilting slightly. “I know I’m not going crazy; you’ve been staring at me since you invited me over. You didn’t call me over just to stare.” The last sentence was sarcastic. “I did.” He rasped; it was hushed and nearly caused your hearts to flutter in tandem. “They are different. Very different. But I… didn’tknowhowtotellyoubecauseitfeelsdesperatetosaythisnowthatamberandibrokeupbutivelikeyouforarlongtimeandimeansincewewerekidsandireallywanttokissyourightnowandineedtobeinsideyou.” It poured out like an unexpected dam breaking.

As you stared at him in silence, your looks of bewilderment matched one another’s. To escape his embarrassment, he briskly stood up, opening his bedroom window, and climbed in. As he turned away, you crawled in behind him, his gaze slowly meeting yours as you gave a “Fuck it” sort of nod.

The actions were fast, rushed even. He needed a distraction to quiet his never-ending mind, and like always, you were the solution. His fingers draped over your waist as he pulled you in, your lips meeting his in feverish delight. His body heat as a Viltrumite ran hot, your bodies already producing a light sheen of sweat. The quiet sounds of moans mingled between hot breaths. Tilting his head further, his lips parted as his tongue jutted out in search of yours. It was a gentle yet mutually needy kiss; your bodies were pressed so firmly together you could feel the tent forming against his slacks.

He was an excited one, but gentle. Tangling your fingers in his hair, you tugged the strands to earn a strangled groan. His lips latched onto yours like a suction cup; only when he was satisfied with your moans did his puffy lips shift down your neck. His tongue tickled the skin, not leaving marks as to get caught, but covering you in his taste. Your fingers delved under the fabric of his shirt as you relished the attention. The indentation of his abs was the sweetest treat; your fingers shifted upwards, exposing his abdomen to the night's chill as you both groaned. His feet shuffled forward clumsily as you two fell against his bed. Sitting you up, his fingers nimbly worked you out of your shirt and pants. Your hands fumbled to get his pants down, but eventually, they pooled around his ankles. Just as he assisted you in removing his shirt, you took in his appearance with such admiration and lust while he stared at you reverently.

You two, while being incredibly impatient, nearly skipped foreplay entirely. His fingers unclasped your bra and removed the matching colored panties down the flesh of your thighs. The wet patch forming in his boxers was becoming evident; his arousal was at an all-time high, and his stamina was mounting for the night ahead. Pressing you back against the bed, your bodies pressed together, his heart pounding, you devoured each other's mouths. His tongue was like a tender caress that made your stomach tie in knots; the anticipation was killing you. “Ha… I needed this.” His words muffled between kisses as you hummed in agreement.

He pulled away, his thumb dragging down the corner of his boxer as his cock slowly sprung from beneath the fabric. In all its glory, it stood with neatly trimmed pubes and visibly throbbing with restraint. Once his last article of clothing hit the ground, he took a moment to nervously chuckle as he admired you splayed beneath him. His expression was giddy as it traced down the supple curves of your figure, the fat of your breasts and arousal coating the outside of your folds catching his attention more than anything. You looked gorgeous.

Time was up. You had enough and needed a little more. Reaching up to give him a gentle peck, you flipped him onto his back as you straddled him. He looked surprised but welcomed the authority as he melted beneath you. His lips sought yours, and your fingers began to caress your clit as you continued. The quiet sound of your arousal pooled into his ears, his eyes fluttering open as he stared at you with your eyes screwed shut in bliss. He could feel himself nearly cum from the sight alone. His dick was beginning to hurt, and to soothe the ache, his fingers wrapped around his cock and pumped in tandem with your fingers. Slightly annoyed, your fingers swatted his away and brought it to your clenching hole, ready to milk him dry. As his first digit entered your warmth, he shivered. He could feel every ridge and contraction as your abs squeezed from the pleasure. His fingers formed a V, and once spread enough, you took your seat with pleasure. It would normally hurt, but thanks to your sadistic mind imagining his crying for the last few hours, you’d been leaking like a faucet.

The stretch was delicious, but nothing was better than his blissed expression and immediate groan. He was reactive, the perfect man for your little kink. Never mind not having a condom; he was never the most responsible in that manner. The slow, deliberate movement of your hips was like a tantalizing dance, teasing him with every rotation. His fingers dug into your thighs, urging you on as you began riding him with an unhurried intensity. His eyes locked onto yours, his eyes occasionally fluttering shut in pleasure as he fought the urge to slam you down against him. While he would love to, he felt helpless and abandoned to your will, a willing captive, lost in the maelstrom of desire.

His chest rose and fell as quiet whines slowly filled his throat; the sight of his eyes rolling back before fluttering finally broke the final restraints of your self-perseverance. Digging your fingernails into his chest, your hips rose slowly before suddenly dropping with a renewed conviction. “Oh… F-Fuck… yes.” He sighed, like this was the medicine he’d been craving. As much of a gentleman as he was for his girlfriends, he certainly was lascivious when he intended. Shifting his fingers to your ass, he assisted in the fluidity of your movements. His strength allows you to glide along his cock with ease. Moans began to filter from your lips, “That’s… perfect, don’t you stop.” You demanded it with every bit of grit you could muster. Your fingers clasped around the width of his chin so he could focus on you, his body bounced against the mattress as the air was knocked from him. He wasn’t the most talkative, but he was vocal.

“I’m not… I’m not going to stop. Feels so perfect in here, I can’t—I.” He stammers wearily as his body moves on autopilot. You watched as he practically fucked himself dumb; the sound of skin colliding filled your ears as your teeth gnawed at your lip. One particularly deep thrust seemed to have sent him into overdrive; his tip could feel your insides contracting as if to suck him in more. He wanted to be buried in you; he could imagine you two fucking like rabbits. He smiled weakly at the thought. His toes curled into the mattress as your back arched, and harsh gasps erupted from his throat as his body trembled. A groan, a measly groan of his resilience, echoed in the room. Lost in your own sounds of pleasure, you had yet to notice the man nearly convulsing beneath you.

His hand left your hips and rose to the fingers that gripped his chin. Suddenly, your impending orgasm was ruined. “Sorry, I’m s—sorry, I’m so sorry.” He babbled before pressing a firm hand against your stomach and resting your back against the bed. Before you could react, he sheathed himself within your pussy once more and fucked you with vigor to make up for lost time. He attempted to speak, only his jaw clenched in response. Your head fell back against the edge of the bed. The legs of the bed frame wobbled as it rocked sideways; the thumps against the wall filled the room.

Pleasured grunts and profanities fell from your pouted lips as you ground back against him. A high-pitched whine fell from him as his head fell. “Oh- jesus, what—what the fuck? You feel so, so, so, so.” He slurred slightly, and you chuckled in response. “Fuck… mm, seems like you’ve wanted this for a while?” You question through moans, your fingers cupping your bouncing breasts from his gaze as he grew distracted. “You… have noooo idea.” He admitted, too, in bliss to care much about embarrassment. Your core slowly began to tighten, and so did your chest as his body pressed forward with nearly all his weight. His fingers curled into the blankets as his tongue ran dry with ruined sobs. His pelvis rubbing deliciously against your clit made your legs stiffen behind him. He moved to pull away, but before you could, one of your legs hooked around the width of his neck. The position elevated your hips slightly, his dick punctuating with each thrust unintentionally. He was losing his mind. Such raw and unfiltered love swelled his chest. Your fingers wrapped around the width of his lower back to spur him on; your orgasm was quickly doubling back. “P-Please, can’t cum inside… fuck,” he muttered wearily as tears began to fall. His body trembling with pleasure, he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. The sensation was too much, the pressure building in his chest like a dam about to burst. He tried to hold it back, to grit his teeth and bear it, but it was no use. The pleasure mounting had his body wracking in ways he had yet to feel so intensely.

With a satisfied grin, you watched his pretty lashes become coated with warm tears. The salty taste stained your lips as he moaned in delight. Your sounds mingled with one another until they became indistinguishable. His fingers found the fat of your ass, and he bullied himself into you; the strength behind it made you dizzy. Wiping his tears away, you peppered gentle kisses against his face. “I've always loved you,” he muttered suddenly; you grinned in response. “Love you too,” you replied gingerly before a high-pitched whine ripped from your throat. The tip of his tongue pawed at your nipple desperately, the bud hardening beneath his cold saliva. Your orgasm hit you like a train as your back arched, your fingers clasped at him, and your legs trembled. Harsh gasps left you in your failed attempt to remain silent. Hedonistic praises left you, but Mark could barely respond. The throbbing sensation of your pussy was practically trying to suck the cum from his cock. “Please, oh fuck, please, baby, I’m gonna cum. Holy shit.” His words were hurried as he let out a chuckle of disbelief. At his words, your leg freed him as he pulled out just last minute, his sperm barely making it to your abdomen. His body hunched over as he gasped, his jaw slacking as his muscles visibly strained. Slow whines spilled from his lips as he came down from his high. His recovery time was fast, though his body still trembled with an after shock. With bated breaths, you both stared at one another; his eyes were barely focused as he sat in awe. You both chuckled at one another before his rasped voice called out to you.

“You think we should date?” He asked before correcting himself. “I mean, do you want to date me? I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I would like—“ A pillow slammed into his face as you rolled your eyes. “Sure, Mark. I’d love to go out with you.”

Had to be dramatic like the show lmfao.

[miss-galaxy-turtle]

The way Mark grabs 3 plates instead of 2.......

[oladelmars]

Dude someone needs to revive the invincible fandom right NOW there’s no way there’s 3 fanfics on Mark Grayson???? All by the same person????? You guys have until February 6 count your motherfucking days

[moonlightplaylist]

MARK GRAYSON CRUSH & DATING HEADCANONS

CRUSH

when he first saw you in the hallway at school, you caught his eye

he was just talking to William and when you passed by him, all his attention on William shifted to you

he couldn’t help it, you were just so mesmerizing

he didn’t fall in love with you immediately since he didn’t really knew what you were like yet

when he did get the chance to though, thats when he was head over heels for you

the more he spends time with you, the more he realizes how his heart beats faster whenever you’re around

whenever you talk to him, he often stutters and mixes up his words

it’s embarrassing for him, but its cute

whenever you tease him, his face just turns red and he tries to tease you back

Mark would mention you a lot to his parents

the first time you came over to help him study, his mom, Debbie asked “Mark, isn’t this the person you often talk about at dinner?”

Mark just stood there, red as a tomato and immediately denied

DATING

eventually he asked you out and you said yes

ever since he got his powers and became Invincible, he would often come late to dates

he would always come up to you, panting while his hand was holding flowers for you or a small gift

he would remember little things about you and try his best to make sure the gift he gives you is something you would like

you heard him apologize a dozen times already about how late he was

of course, you had no idea at the time about his powers and everything so you just assumed he’s being rude on purpose

this led to many fights

you both were able to work it out each time though by communication

when Mark finally told you he’s Invincible after another argument about him being late, you stood there thinking he’s probably making another excuse

“You don’t believe me? Fine.”

Mark then proceeds to float up in the air, his feet were off the ground

that’s when it hit you and made you realize why he was late all of the time

he wasn’t lying, he IS Invincible

ever since that day, your relationship with Mark was stronger than ever

you often had to make excuses for him, but you didn’t really mind (it can get annoying after multiple times)

he would often call you petnames — babe, baby

he would definitely love to cuddle with you and sleep beside you

Mark loves to admire you and think about how lucky he is to have you

[omelettemom]

Jean Grey and her daughters

[cemeteryspider]

Hi! Ok I’m here with my request I was wondering if I can request Rex dating a fem!reader who’s like raven from dc? Like powers and all that and Rex is just so in love with her 😔(May it please be like dating hc’s? Please and thank you🫶🫶🫶)

Rex-Splode Dating Headcanons

Rex-Splode! Rex Sloan x Raven! Reader

Trigger Warnings: Nightmares

Word Count: 925

You met Rex during Guardians of the Globe tryouts. You had also seen him get his ass beat by Monster Girl. Luckily, after this incident, he was less of a douche overall.

However, things changed once the Guardians started to become a team. He would try his best to be around you whenever he could. You would be running on the treadmill, and then all of a sudden he was running next to you. You could be making a sandwich, and he would be making his right next to you. Or you would sit and read your book, and he would scroll on his phone near you, occasionally glancing up at you when he thought you didn't notice. You did.

Then one day when you were pummeling a punching bag, he asked if you would like to get coffee sometime. You knew he had feelings for you, and you felt in your bones you should say yes.

A date to an art gallery and one dinner later, you and Rex made it official and told the team, who seemed shocked. Either you were exceptionally good at hiding your relationship, or they just couldn't believe you would date Rex.

~~~

You love your personal space, Rex also loves your personal space. The two of you could be walking down the street, it would have to be hand-in-hand, or maybe his hand would be in your back pocket. This annoyed you to no end at first but quickly you understood the constant wanting to be close to you was because he wanted to protect you. You would never admit it, but you loved him.

His favorite time to be in your personal space is during a fight. He would bottle the feeling of you guys standing back to back using your powers to protect each other. When you crushed invading aliens who wanted to kill him, he never felt safer. You made him feel safe.

Simply, he loves to make you laugh and smile. Even though you keep a straight face and hard demeanor around other people, you are a totally different person than when you were with Rex. Somehow his silly sarcastic personality leaked through into yours, and he could make you giggle without even trying.

He loves to see you train with the other Guardians, especially Invincible. Being from a demonic bloodline, you could go toe-to-toe with the Viltrumite, without too much damage, and more often than not you would best the newer hero. After all, you could practically tear Mark apart with the darkness you controlled if you wanted to.

Of course, he hated when he had to fight you. Not because he was scared he would hurt you, no, he was scared you would hurt him. Even going easy on him, you would beat Rex easily. Teleporting away from any explosives he threw your way, and wrapping smokey black tendrils of darkness around him or, as gently as possible, throwing him into a wall with your telekinesis.

You would always apologize profusely after taking him down, but he would always reassure you that he loved you and your powers. Maybe you would even explore using your powers in more intimate places in the future.

~~~

However, once in a battle with Machine Head and his goons, you start to be overwhelmed with the other's pain. When Rex saw you fall to your knees all he could see was red. You held your head in your hands and started to feel yourself lose control.

Your eyes glazed over black, and you screamed. At this point, Rex had just taken out Machine Head and started running over to you as objects all around you started to float and shake. Kneeling next to you, he took your hands in his.

"Hey, babe, come back to me, everything is going to be okay. You just need to come back," Everyone who wasn't passed out on the ground looked at the tense scene in front of them.

They all knew what could happen if you truly lost control of yourself. You had once leveled a skyscraper only to rebuild it moments later.

Still, some part of you listened to Rex and allowed yourself to come back to wherever in your mind you retreated to. You allowed yourself a vulnerable moment, letting yourself slump into Rex's arms. He held you tight until the medics arrived, and still held your hand when you were carried away on a stretcher, even though you promised you could walk.

~~~

Rex could never let anything bad happen to his girl. You were his everything and the only person he would let his sarcastic walls down for. You appreciated the black roses, and eventually black dahlias he would get you after telling him it was your favorite flower.

He would bandage your wounds after a battle, once you took care of him because you always insisted on patching him up first. Kiss your bruises whenever he sees them. He would put his arms around you when he saw your eyes unfocus and zone out, and bring you back to reality.

He would tell you he loved you at every chance he got and showed you off every time he got the chance.

"Look at this picture of my girlfriend, she's so hot"

"Did you see her fight? She's just so amazing"

"Ah she just makes me feel, so differently than I ever have before"

He practically drooled every time you walked by him. He loves the way you look. Anything you wear he wants to rip off of you and start to kiss every part of you. It could be your skin-tight leotard and cape, your casual sweater and jeans look, or your silly Rex-Splode pajamas he got you as a joke.

(The pajamas do something to him idk)

~~~

Rex has always helped you with the nightmares that plague you when you sleep. When Rex lost his hand in the fight against the Lizard League, you still regret not being there, you helped him through his nightmares. Soothing his mind and, with his permission, lulled him back to sleep with your powers. He knew that subconsciously you were calming him down to the best of your ability, and he knew why he always slept better when you were around. 

You treated Rex like more than he ever saw himself as, and he didn’t treat you like the monster you felt you were. You each healed something inside the other, and if that’s not love then you don’t know what is.

[bunnidot0rg]

MY SHAYLAAAAAAAAAA

“Ta-daaaaaa! Is this better? :3” I love him so bad

[guardianjameslight]

How are these things not improvements? I mean, seriously, do we need people talking like that?

[couldeatthatgirlforlunch]

hi ik im a little late to nnn but could you do same with yandere invincible like you did w justice league??😔😔

I love doing things too early or too late

Also added Rex Splode bc I love him and he needs more fanfics

This is yandere!Mark, not yandere Mark, and not yandere Rex

Invincible:

Lasts from 7 to 10 days There's literally some scenes in the first season where Mark’s room appears, and you can see some… Suspicious items on his room that imply that he masturbates often enough to have those things there If he's having good days, it's 7 max, but if he's stressed, it's around 10 days Mark is very busy, his relationships are disturbed a lot by how much he focuses on helping people So I see a normal version of him having sex with his S/O when he has time Now, yandere!Mark is selfish, he'd burn everything down for you Deliberately ignoring cries for help, Cecil would have to show up in front of you both to get his attention Yandere!Mark kicks him out So Yandere!Mark would last a week max Thinks the challenge is dumb, and will never admit that he has tried to participate in it a few times when he was younger, like 12 to 14 years old

Rex Splode:

I mean… We see Rex having sex quite often in the animation… Even if part of that is him trying to compensate his self-esteem issues by getting validation from being a fuckboy, sex drive is still necessary if you want to be a whore So if he has a S/O, I say 5 days max And I say max because I can see him losing on the 2nd or 3rd day already He says a big ‘fuck you, losers‘ to those actually trying to win the challenge He actually calls them losers who just can't get a crumb of pussy And if he's feeling petty he will want to fuck you in front of that person, or in a place where you might get caught, just to rile them up But will never admit he did it on purpose He's so silly<3

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[vinnyvamppp]

Hi!! Could I please get a smut fic of a plus size reader x Mark (invincible) however you want to do it!

Head Game

Note: THE TITLE IS SO CORNY LMFAOOO but ofc! did I wake up at 6 am to eagerly type this up before class, yes, yes I did. Enjoy! Synopsis: He's been distant lately but he's willing to do anything to make it up to you... even beg if he has to.

Warnings: Dom/Sub Dynamics, Oral (Male receiving), Pussy Eating, Switch!Mark Grayson (I will die on this hill), Switch!Reader, Clitoral Stimulation, 69, Bodily Praise, Based on Comics (he loved chubby Atom Eve), Plot changes for convenience, Munch activities, Porn w a Plot, etc.

Mark Grayson x Plus Sized Reader (he just like me fr) Word Count: 1,413

He was a beautiful disaster, a man undone by the weight of the world yet somehow still standing. Every fight, every failed relationship, and every argument built upon his shoulders as a burden. His personal issues ruined your moments alone, collapsing beside you on the rooftop where you once watched the sunrise in peaceful silence. You should’ve felt guilty, your fingers carving the sorrow on his face as he melted within your grasp. In the quaint, sun-kissed streets of Mark’s neighborhood, you were left unoccupied in his room. He had made an excuse of needing to leave; a pang of disappointment lingered at the supposed “study session” you two were having.

Just where did he leave to? This was becoming a concern of yours hearing as his friend, William, absentmindedly reeled on about his past relationships failing due to his absences. Surely, he was trying to help, but the banter did little to ease your worries than it did to cause laughter.

Unbeknownst to you, he soared through the sky like a bat out of hell; he was eager to return to you, to rest against the soft warmth of your body. He couldn’t care less about body rolls, he enjoyed the contrast between his hardened muscles and the plushness of your figure. Nights like those could be better than sex; his mind would claim innocence as he buried his growing erection into the blankets. His body revealed everything his mouth could barely mutter. Even now, your image, scent, and taste filled his mind. A sweet kiss could melt his problems, yes.

That was until he stumbled through his window to see you adorned in one of his spandex costumes.

Standing in front of the mirror, your fingers prodded at the material. It was snug, snapping to adjust to your body like a glove. Something about it was elegant and supple as it carved out the soft rolls of your skin, shaping you like the Greek Goddess Aphrodite. If you had known this sooner, maybe you would’ve sought a lab to grant you powers. Who were those geniuses he was constantly fighting? The Mauler Twins, right? Hearing an abrupt crash, your head turned to meet the winded frame of your boyfriend.

“Mark… does this suit make my butt look bigger?” You asked, as you continued to observe him. His surprise turned into a grin as he slowly approached you, his fingers pulling the mask from his face as messy tussles of hair fell into view. “No, no, it just makes it look… even better.” He replied, his eyes absorbing the sight in front of him. You smiled gingerly, rolling your eyes at his enthusiasm. “Really? Are you sure you’re not saying that to make me feel better—?” The minute the words left your lips, he was already behind you with his fingers tapping against your hips. “I mean it! Seriously, I’m not in any rush for you to lose weight. You look great.” He admitted, clearly he loved his women with curvature.

Planting a gentle kiss on your cheek, he gently spun you around as your lips met, a grin etching across his face. The kiss was soft and subtle, yet filled with tender affection. Your lips, warm and inviting, brushed against his, sending shivers down his spine. The gentle pressure caused the sweetest sigh to bubble from his throat. Like the horny, high-libido man you knew, a firm bulge caressed your thigh. The contact itself made him groan. Pulling you towards the bed, you two chuckled as you clumsily landed. “I’ve thought about this all day… You have no idea.” He murmured, watching as you began to undress. “Well, Mark Grayson, you’ll have to make it up to me for being late.” You replied, both of your hands working to get him out of that tight contraption of a suit.

Once his costume was pried off, he didn't waste any time removing yours. The sight of you nearly making him short circuit. “I wanna try something.” He interjected, flopping himself against the bed; he guided you to turn and straddle him. “Could… could you sit on my face?” He asked gingerly. “What…?” You asked, turning to face him, more surprised than anything. “I mean, not if you don’t want to, but I would really like it if you could. You’re so so sososo sexy to me—and this is my, uhm, attempt at making it up to you?” He rambled as you laughed, “Well, what are you waiting for?” You said rhetorically to feel a pair of strong hands yank you backwards. He usually handled you with such grace, not this time, not when your pussy was practically calling out to him.

The fat of your ass and thighs smothered him; he groaned with gratification, the sound vibrating against your sensitive flesh as he leaned in. Breathing? He didnt need to. Your weight? He couldn’t care less. His first lick is slow and deliberate, starting at your entrance and trailing down to your clit. You gasp at the sensation, your hips bucking up to meet his mouth. He takes his time, exploring every inch of your pussy with his tongue. He circles your clit, flicking it with the tip before sucking it between his lips. His hands slide up to grip your ass, pulling you tighter against his face as he feasts on you. You moaned loudly, your hands fisting in the sheets as he worked you over with his talented tongue.

Just as you could feel yourself growing closer, his sounds grew nearly deafening. He sounded starved, greedy even, as your juices coated his lips. The wet smacks of him absolutely ravaging you between his own moans were plentiful. Truly, your pleasure was also his, especially when you’ve confidently declared you could handle his strength; he would bully you with his tongue. Staring just below you, you notice beads of precum weeping from his tip. Without warning, your thumb swipes over the head, earning a strangled hiss from behind. Pressing a gentle kiss around his tip, you engulfed him inside of your mouth without caution. His cock already tapping against your uvula as it twitched.

The amount of pre-cum was overwhelming, the lubrication allowing your mouth to glide with ease. Just as you added the perfect amount of teeth into the mix to caress the sensitive veins of his dick, his hips attempted to pull away as a measly whine echoed. Your hands held him in place. “Ss– shit…! Wait, wait,” he pleaded, not because he didn’t feel good but because he was worried he’d cum too quickly. “What the fffuuuuck? When did you get so good at this?” An absentminded rasp left him as he grunted. Your head continued to bob; when you tried to respond, the vibration made him jolt. “D-Dont do that!” He said, making you chuckle. That wasn’t nice.

This time, he doesn't hold back. His tongue delves deep inside you, lapping up your juices as he tongue-fucks you hard and fast. Your combined moans fill the room, growing louder and more desperate with each passing second. It felt like a competition of sorts, one you both would lose. His toes curled slightly as he grew taut. The grip on you tightens as his body threatens to manhandle you, only stopping as the welcoming canal of your throat glides against him.

Bringing two fingers to your cunt, his fingers rapidly rub over the bundle of nerves, his tongue unrelenting as your mouth is filled to the hilt. “Oooh… shit, mmph–.” It was sudden, your hips lifting as your orgasm approached. “Nononono, c-come back, princess.” He nearly sounded cocky as he chased after you. His hips bucked into your mouth as your hands massaged his balls, and holy shit, he was getting dizzy. That's when, in a moment of retaliation, his teeth gently scrape against your clit, causing an unfamiliar spark to snap within your core. You both cried in unison, you going limp as he recovered like it was nothing, his appearance frazzled. "Did I do good?" he asks, a faint smirk playing on his lips.

You grin up at him, your eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "You did more than good," you purr. "Now get up here and fuck me already." He chuckles, his hardness pressing against your thigh as he positions himself at your entrance. "You’re gonna be the death of me."

Guys, should I do some more fics where the reader isn't human? y'know Grayson men looove their alien gfs.

[theretr0skeleton]

I had the urge to draw him