#nolan grayson smut

[sobbingscripter]

Tags: [mdni][mlw][slight humiliation][praise][implied age gap][fingering][squirt mention][porn][clit play][drool][petnames][mdom][female orgasm]

"Ooh, what movie are we watching?"

Nolan watches as you glance towards the TV screen, cotton nightie brushing along your thighs, manicured feet padding across the carpeted floor and you crawl onto the bed, creeping beneath the covers.

Muscular thighs rest on either side of you, his chin resting on the crown of your head before Nolan presses a kiss to your tresses, a muscular arm wrapping around your midsection and pulling you closer. You're snugly pressed against his chest, your eyes trained on the screen of the TV and Nolan hums.

"It's called 'my wife's search history'."

He responds with a hum, lips brushing against the hollow of your temple and you're trying to wriggle free. But it's damn near impossible.

His bicep bulges, and Nolan's free hand continues to push at the buttons of the remote, your search history displayed on a 70 inch screen.

"Baby, no. This is—" You're interrupted when Nolan tuts you, the corners of his brilliant blue eyes crinkling with amusement at the way your cheeks begin to flush.

"I wanna know what kind of things you're into, sweetheart." He coos, before clearing his throat.

"Okay, first one, 'how to fold an origami chihuahua'." Nolan snorts. "Did you learn how to do it?"

He glances down at you, your lips pursed before you nod your head. Almost reluctantly and he hums, a low rumble of approvement in his broad, burly chest.

"My nimble fingered girl."

And he diverts his attention back to the screen. You're not even sure what to be more embarassed about.

Your trips to Oxford dictionary, your dawdling spent on Urban Dictionary or the stupid things you look up for on WikiHow.

"Ohhh... A Cosmo article." Nolan hums. "You wanna learn how to squirt?"

And your cheeks flare up, and you try to slide lower, but he's got one of those stupidly muscular arms tucked beneath your arms, and he's keeping you anchored.

"You know, everytime you come close, you start crying and make me feel bad." Nolan hums, mocking you and you let out a disgruntled whine.

"Literally, what's the point of you doing this?" You complain. "It's embarassing."

"Is it so wrong of me to wanna learn about my wife and her interests?" Nolan huffs, almost dramatic as he stares down at you, inky moustache raising with his grin as he spots the way your eyes narrow.

"Especially since, you know, I'm never really at home and you feel all," he lets out a heavy sigh, "neglected and all."

And your eyes widen.

"Were— were you eavesdropping on my conversation?" You question, brows scrunching into a frown and Nolan leans down, pressing a kiss against the crown of your head once again.

"Focus on the part that I'm improving my schedule." Nolan chides you gently and he gently uses the hand that's not wrapped around you, to guide your face back towards the TV.

You'd complain and gripe, if you weren't so acutely intune to the way he touches you. Almost reverently.

His hand splayed across the expanse of your belly, his thumb swiping gently at the soft skin just below your breast, tracing the flesh through the fabric of your nightie. And he's just so warm and burly. It feels like you're curled up against a furnace and you're not even mad about that.

"You looked at our house eighteen times on Google Earth."

The laughter in his voice isn't hidden, dimples appearing in his sculpted cheeks and full, dark brows raise in surprise at your next search.

"Omni-Man... Up cape?" He reads, mulling the words over before letting out a breath. "You are shameless."

"I'm plenty ashamed now." You argue and he snorts.

"You weren't ashamed when you were trying to find pictures of my ass on the internet."

The glow of the TV is the only light in the room, the door shut and the light of the ensuite is dimmed, the door slightly ajar. The covers are heavy, weighted blankets that make you feel just a bit more secure in Nolan's arms and his head dips occasionally, pressing ticklish kisses to the curve of your neck.

And he hums. Low and rumbly.

"What's this?" He muses, before scrolling further.

"You watch a lot of porn." He comments. "Like... A lot."

"I'm very particular." You defend, eyes downcast to where his muscular thighs press against yours on either side, bracketing you against his body and your chest heaves as you let out a breath.

"I'll bet." He mumbles. "Guess that's why you went to page 113."

And you press your face against Nolan's bicep, your cheeks burning and your ears tinge red when the screen goes down, a little arrow forming a circle appears for a brief moment before one of the videos show.

Showcasing the exact timestamp where you stopped.

"Hm..." He hums softly. "S'that where you came?"

His voice is so quiet, a husky sound that sends chills up your spine and you weakly nod your head, peeking at the screen and you're watching a girl get her back blown out. Eyes shut, brows furrowed and mouth parted to let out pitchy moans that seemed a bit too loud for your comfort right now.

Especially since it's on a huge ass TV.

Nolan's hand moves between your thighs and you open them willingly, shifting your legs until they're spread salaciously, suspended over his own, thickly corded legs. And he lets out an amused huff of laughter, fingers sliding over the swell of your folds, pressed so snugly against the cotton of your panties. You bite your bottom lip, tilting your head back enough to peer at Nolan through your lashes.

"Keep your eyes on the screen." He instructs you so gently, guiding your head back to focus on the screen of the TV, and he hums softly, dragging a calloused digit along your soaked gusset, tracing your slit. He narrowly dips his fingers into you, just to feel the way your panties cling to your slick, before they move back into place.

Before you breath can stutter, Nolan's ripping your panties at the sides with ease, pulling the fabric out from beneath you and discarding it to God knows where.

And he glances back towards the screen. Tight circles being rubbed around your clit, his blunt digit nestled between velvety folds and he listens to the way your heart pounds in your chest. Breathy sighs slipping past your lips and your brows scrunch in that way that makes his heart sputter just a bit, and he brushes his tongue along his bottom lip.

"That's it..." He whispers softly. "Just keep watching TV."

You keep your eyes glued on the screen. Not because you necessarily want to, but because you know Nolan's spiteful enough to pull away and ruin the orgasm that's creeping up your legs in that steady rhythm.

And you swallow.

"Does it feel good?" He coos softly and you nod weakly, muttering the sweetest 'uh-huh' as your eyes don't even move from the TV screen, lashes fluttering and cheeks flushing.

You look like the cutest thing right now.

A little doll in his lap.

You're just so pretty. Big, blown out eyes, plump lips that are parted to let out the sluttiest sighs and he feels the way your clit throbs beneath the pressure of his finger.

"You almost there, sweet girl?" He hums softly and you nod your head.

Biting down on your bottom lip and your brows scrunch.

Your belly dips inward and that tightly wound cord in your belly snaps.

You're coming at the soft, gentle stimulation so easily, your toes curling against the sheets and your legs attempting to close but his infallible thighs keep them from doing so.

Slick coats Nolan's fingers but he's not really paying too much attention to that, focused more on the way you shift and wriggle in his grasp, and the arm around you tightens it's grip.

One meaty finger pushes into your cunt, the squelch is lewd and your lips are parting in an 'o' shape that makes him dizzy.

Your head lolls and you feel like a whore when drool trickles down your bottom lip, swiped away by Nolan's thumb as his finger curls, pressing against that sweet, spongy spot that makes your vision dot.

Nolan feels the way your nails dig into his forearm, watches the way your brows knit and his head dips, tongue dragging along your pulse. Lingering just long enough to feel the thrumming hidden beneath the curve of your jaw, and he laps up the perspiration speckled across your skin.

"You gonna start clearing your cookies, sweetheart?" He teases you, slowly pushing another thick finger into your drooling pussy and your eyes nearly cross, head tipping back and you can feel the way your brain melts with each pump of his thick fingers.

You feel each callous, each knuckle, you feel the cool band of his wedding ring kissing your plump pussy with each pump.

And you nod weakly.

"Uh huh..." You're lying.

You both know you are and a large, powerful hand grasps your jaw, tilting your head to meet his gaze and Nolan presses his lips against yours.

The kiss is desperate, needy, his tongue dragging against yours, claiming each inch of your soft mouth, your lips slick with your drool and he swallows each of your moans. Each whine you let into his mouth, is an unforgiving thrust of his fingers.

When you're coming around his fingers, you melt into a pliable puddle in his grasp, and you feel the way he presses kisses to the side of your face, gently bringing you down from your high. He pushes your cum back into you, slick fingers dragging against your walls and he lets out a soft breath.

Handing you the remote.

"Pick the next video."

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[halleemoon263]

I just started watching Invincible on Amazon prime (I’m on season one ep 5) and I thought that Omni man was very hot so I run to tumblr wanting to read the smuttiest nastiest smut with x reader and come to find out there’s none? I thought the ladies were going to go crazy over him, am I missing somethingggg??!?

[c-nstellati-ns]

Nolan needs his pussy pounded fr fr

literally... while he does love debbie dearly, nolan hasn't been able to indulge in his fantasies in such a long time.

being a viltrumite means that he has certain wants and needs that just aren't being properly fulfilled. he's grown extremely irritable because of it and it's becoming a problem now. debbie is worried and mark is starting to get put off by it, so of course he has to take all these frustrations out somewhere right? why not fight all that irritation away?

no one one would miss a few unruly criminals, right? the blood on his hands, adrenaline pumping through his veins...

so how did he end up here?

how did nolan end up pressed up against the floor like this, hands pinned above his head-- being fucked silly by a man he thought was just some human he would get rid of quicker than he could even blink? what was this?

nolan could barely think, much less try to struggle against your overwhelming strength. he could feel you so deep in his cunt, it was driving him crazy. he lets out a choked sob when your tip kisses his cervix and his legs tighten around you as if he wants you to keep sucking you in.

when you slow your hips into an agonisingly slow grind, nolan's tear filled eyes finally crack open (he wasn't even aware that he had closed them in the first place). you lean in and kiss at his collar,

"one of earth's greatest heroes, are you..." you mutter against his skin, licking, sucking hickeys all over his exposed skin. his suit completely torn from his muscled frame, bruises littering the places where you grabbed him so roughly at it.

you were going to have fun with him.

[luv-lock]

ㅤֹㅤ⊹ㅤ #ㅤALIEN GIRLㅤ.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☆⁠ PAIRING : Yandere Mark Grayson x Fem Qu Reader Part 2

☆⁠ HEADCANON : Mark knows you were weird. Cute but still weird. That's one of the reasons that he loves you... The thing is that he's your mate and mates make "babies"

☆⁠ WARNING : +18 smut, minors DNI, breeding kink? pregnancy.

☆⁠ NOTES : Qu is an alien species from the book All Tomorrows. You can learn more about her here. English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

Mark knew, on some level, that you weren’t normal.

But that never stopped him from loving you.

You were his, and that was all that mattered.

And well… it wasn’t like he was thinking much at all when you were looking at him with those wide, dazed eyes, lips slightly parted in confusion as he pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses down your stomach.

Not when he was between your legs, pressing your plush thighs apart, eyes locked on the glistening heat between them. You were already wet, slick coating your folds, and fuck—his mouth watered just looking at you.

Mark licked his lips. "You're so pretty, baby."

You blinked at him, tilting your head. "Mate…?"

His heart ached at how confused you looked. God, you really didn’t know anything, did you? His perfect, innocent pretty girl. All you understood was that he was yours and you were his, but everything else—well, he had to teach you.

That made his cock throb.

"I'm gonna make you feel good," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh.

Your brows furrowed. "But…?" You fidgeted, clearly unsure. "That… not for… making baby?"

Mark groaned. His hands squeezed your soft thighs, thumbs rubbing circles into your skin. You were so fucking cute. So perfect.

"I just wanna taste you," he said, voice hoarse. "Trust me, baby. You'll like it."

You made a small noise, still confused but trusting, and that was all he needed.

Mark licked a slow, teasing stripe over your folds, groaning at the taste of you. He felt you jolt, thighs twitching, a startled gasp leaving your lips.

"Mark!" Your fingers tangled in his hair, confused and overwhelmed.

Fuck. He needed to hear that again.

He latched onto your clit, sucking gently, and you whined, your whole body trembling. You were so sensitive. Every tiny movement of his tongue made you react, hips jerking, hands gripping him like he was your only anchor.

"You like that?" he murmured, lips brushing against you.

Your breath hitched. "Feel… strange…"

He chuckled, kissing your inner thigh. "Good strange?"

You hesitated, chest rising and falling rapidly. Then, shyly, you nodded.

That was all he needed.

Mark ate you out like a man starved. He licked, sucked, and kissed every inch of your dripping cunt, groaning every time you gasped or moaned his name. He wanted you like this forever—helpless, needy, completely at his mercy.

When he slid a finger inside you, your walls clenched so tight he nearly lost his mind.

"Fuck," he rasped. "You're so tight, baby. Gonna let me fuck you, yeah?"

You whimpered, clutching at his shoulders. "M-Mark…!"

He kissed you, swallowing your moans as he lined himself up. Your body clung to him, soft and warm, and when he finally pushed in—fuck—he nearly lost it.

You gasped, wrapping your legs around him, nails digging into his back. He could feel your walls fluttering around him, trying to pull him deeper, like your body knew he belonged there.

"Mine," he groaned, rocking his hips. "You're mine. Say it."

You whimpered, overwhelmed. "Y-Yours…! Mate…!"

"Good girl."

He started moving, slow at first, then rougher, deeper. He couldn’t help it. You felt too good. You were perfect—made for him, just like he’d always known.

And when he felt you tightening around him, trembling, gasping his name—he lost it.

He filled you up, holding you close, breathless and shaking.

You shivered, eyes blown wide as you felt it. Felt him spill inside you.

You liked that.

You really, really liked that.

Mark had no idea you were pregnant. Because you? You looked the same. No weird cravings. No morning sickness. Nothing. The only thing that changed was that you got even clingier. Mark would be sitting on the couch, and you’d crawl onto his lap. He’d be eating, and you’d steal his food. He’d be talking, and you’d lick his face to get his attention. "Babe—" "Warm." "Yeah, I know, but—Jesus Christ, stop biting my neck!" You were all over him. Touching him. Holding him. Curling up against him like he was your personal teddy bear. Mark, the horny dumbass that he was, did not question it. He just assumed you really, really liked sex.

Mark was completely, utterly, hopelessly in love with you. Which was really bad, because you weren’t human. You weren’t even close to human. And now? You were curled up against him, his. And Mark was happy. At least, until Nolan showed up. Nolan had just returned, stepping through the door, and then he saw you.

Mark should have known something was wrong the moment Nolan froze.

His father had seen a lot. Done a lot. But when he saw you his expression twisted.

"...Mark." His voice was tight. "Who is this?" Mark blinked. "Oh—uh, this is my girlfriend."

Nolan didn’t react. He just stared. At first, he didn’t know why, but something felt wrong. Something felt off. You were sitting on the floor in all fours, chewing on a fucking slipper. Like a feral animal. Mark sighed. "Baby, what did I say about chewing things?" You blinked up at him, slipper hanging from your mouth. "…No?" He groaned, rubbing his temples. Meanwhile, Nolan was staring at you. That was not a normal person.

Because something about you—about the way you moved, the way your eyes shined just a little too brightly—felt off. Unnatural. Dangerous. Mark didn’t notice. He just kept talking, completely oblivious. "She’s kinda weird, but she’s sweet, y’know? She doesn’t really get human stuff, but she’s learning. Right, babe?" You looked up, smiling, before biting his finger. Mark sighed. "Yeah, she does that." He didn’t say anything at first. Just watched. Observed. And then, later that night, he did some digging. And when he finally found what you were? He froze. Because you weren’t just some alien girl. You were a Qu. A Queen. The stories—the horrors—he read about your species made his blood run cold. Qu were monsters. Galactic horrors. They didn't care about power, they didn't care about respect or fear. They did not form relationships. They did not love. They consumed.

A species so terrifying that the universe pretended they were extinct. A species that rewrote DNA like a child scribbling over a book. A species where the queen ate its own males.

The next time he saw you, Nolan barely concealed his unease. Mark had left the room for a moment, and he turned to you, his voice low. "You can stop pretending now." You blinked. And then—your entire posture shifted. You sat up straight, spine elegant, hands resting in your lap. Your eyes—normally soft and stupid—were cold. Expressionless. Your lips curled into something that wasn’t a smile. "Oh?" You hummed. "Figured it out, did you?" Nolan didn’t react. "I know what you are." You chuckled. Soft. Delicate. But it did not reach your eyes. "And what will you do, Nolan Grayson?" You tilted your head. "Kill me?" He said nothing. You leaned in, voice gentle. "Try it." And then—your voice turned sweet. "I will rip the flesh from your bones. I will wear you as a coat and sit on a throne made of your ribs. I will fill your lungs with your own bile and make a feast of your insides. You will watch, helpless, as I unravel every nerve in your body, plucking each one like the strings of a violin." You smiled. Soft. Sweet. "And when I’m done? I will hand your skull to your son as a gift." Nolan stiffened. A chill ran down his spine. Because he knew—he knew—you weren’t lying. You meant every word. And when Mark returned, grinning at you like a dumbass, you immediately returned to your adorable, brainless self. "Mark!" You climbed onto his back, nuzzling into his neck. "Miss." He laughed, holding you. "I was gone for two minutes." You pouted. "Long. No like." Nolan could only watch. And the worst part? Mark had no idea what you really were.

He didn’t notice you were pregnant. You never told him. You didn’t get sick. You didn’t act any different. You still followed him around, still sat in his lap, still licked his face when you were happy. But then, one day, as you were lying on the couch, Mark paused. "...Are you getting fat?" Your head snapped toward him, eyes wide. Mark immediately realized his mistake. "WAIT—WAIT—WAIT—DON’T GET MAD—" But you just blinked. Looked down at yourself. Then poked at your stomach with curiosity. "...Fat?" Mark swallowed. Oh, shit. You were never concerned about your body before. Hell, you barely even cared about clothes. But now? Now, you were poking your stomach like it was an alien parasite. Mark gulped. "Uh… yeah, just a little?" You tilted your head. Thought for a long moment. Then shrugged. "Good." Mark blinked. "Wait… that’s it?" You hummed. "No care. Body… change." "...What does that mean?" You just smiled. Mark didn't like that smile.

— MASTERLIST ☆

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[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

[skarpetaspodnapleta]

Without limits, without pauses, without mercy, from dusk till dawn, from dawn till dusk. From the kitchen to the garage, from the countertop where dishes topple over, to the cold tiles of the bathroom floor, where every tremor echoes in the walls. From the walls bouncing back the moans, to the cabinets trembling from the rhythm of hips, from the bedroom mirror reflecting every tense muscle and every trace of fingers, to the shower where water mixes with sweat and saliva, soaking every surface—bodies, walls, and souls alike.

In every position, in every corner. Missionary with nails digging into your back, on top with hands gripping a throat, reverse cowgirl where the view alone drives you insane, doggy style with hips raised high, backwards, forwards, sideways, on the floor, on the table, pressed against the wall, on the couch where pillows are thrown to the ground. On the dining table that creaks under the weight, on the washing machine vibrating in sync with the movements, on the stairs where every thrust resonates like an echo.

Outside, where the cold air bites but the body burns. In the car, where windows fog up, and the sounds are muffled by honking horns. On the motorcycle, where balance is a challenge, on the back of a truck where every move feels forbidden. In the airplane, where silent desperation and tension rise, in the train where the sound of wheels merges with shallow, gasping breaths. In a tent, where the fabric trembles under the pressure of the rhythm, in a cave where every moan is amplified by the echo.

Every inch of skin, every curve, every nerve pushed to its limit. Fingers sliding across sweaty flesh, teeth sinking into lips, bite marks left on necks, shoulders, hips. Backs arching into impossible shapes, legs trembling from the tension, toes curling with every surge of pleasure. Breath quickened, shallow, broken by screams and moans that seem endless.

Moisture—on the sheets, on the floor, on bodies, on hands moving with reckless abandon. Saliva dripping, bodies shaking, tears streaming from overstimulation. Skin pulsating under touch, muscles tense to breaking, knees buckling under the weight of ecstasy. The walls shake with sound, the floor vibrates with energy, the air thick, electrified, so dense it feels like breathing is a challenge.

From walls to mirrors, from balconies to floors. Legs spread, hands tied, bodies synchronized in a rhythm that speeds up, slows down, explodes. Standing, lying, sideways, on the back, on the stomach, kneeling, with hips raised, with a hand tightening around a throat, with nails leaving trails on your back. By the window, where the outside world becomes an uninvited voyeur, in the elevator, where every sound reverberates, on the beach, where sand invades every crevice.

To the edge, to the point of losing all sense of reality. Moans so loud they seem to tear through the silence of the universe. Orgasms so deep they make you lose connection with the ground. Trembling legs, ringing ears, a pulsing heart that feels like it’s about to explode. The world blurs into a whirlwind of emotions and sensations, every muscle giving out, every nerve vibrating, every breath an effort. And then again—and again. Until the very end, until everything inside you shatters into pieces, only to be reborn anew.

[kawaiigirly21]

Not mad or anything but why are all the good Omni man fics gay? Do us ladies not like Omni man? Like at all? I can't find one decent fic where he has an actual healthy relationship (or not). I'mma fix that real quick

[jakegyllenbaalz]

tom hardy as bane (the dark knight rises, 2012)

[supercap2319]

Getting fucked in the ass by Mark while sucking off Omniman

"You see, Mark, every good superhero needs a friend to keep them grounded. And every good Viltrumite needs a slut to get them off." Nolan moans as he feels Y/N's lips around his cock.

Omni-Man knew his son Mark had a boyfriend and he and his wife accepted that, but he never could have fathomed that Mark's boyfriend would be so eager to suck his cock and let Mark fuck him in a spit roast. Both Viltrumite took him into the air and fucked him senseless.

"God, Y/N! You're such a good slut." Mark said.

[tlouglazer]

i’m just gonna assume that i’m the spokesperson for invincible tumblr now so i’d just like to thank everyone who got off their bums and gave us some smut!! *everyone claps*. appreciate you all for ur hard work and effort. KEEP IT UP, BECAUSE WE LOVE THE WORK!!!

hey so why is there still no mark grayson x reader smutty smutness on here. do better invincible fandom

[luv-lock]

ㅤֹㅤ⊹ㅤ #ㅤSWEET GIRLㅤ.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☆⁠ PAIRING : Viltrumite Men x Fem Reader

☆⁠ HEADCANON : How do they eat that kitty?

☆⁠ CHARACTERS : Mark Grayson, Nolan Grayson, Thragg, Conquest

☆⁠ NOTES : +18 contacts. Minors DNI. English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

— MARK GRAYSON ⋆

Mark? Oh, he's obsessed with your pussy. Like it’s his purpose in life. Like he could live between your thighs and never get bored.

The first time he goes down on you, he groans the second his mouth touches you—like he’s addicted to the taste, like he’s never had anything better. His tongue? Everywhere. He licks, he sucks, he’s fucking messy—his mouth is completely drenched, his chin glistening, his jaw aching, but does he stop? Fuck no.

He eats you like he’s making out with your pussy, moaning, whimpering every time your fingers tug at his hair. His hands? Strong and desperate, gripping your thighs, keeping you open, keeping you right where he wants you. And when you grind against his face? Oh, he loses his fucking mind.

"Fuck, baby—yeah, use me—fuck my mouth—God, you taste so fucking good."

And when you cum? He shudders. Literally. Shudders. And then keeps licking, lapping up everything, groaning like he’s getting off on it. His hips are grinding into the bed, desperate for friction, but he doesn’t stop until you’re pushing at his head, too sensitive to handle more.

And even then? He just grins up at you, his lips swollen and glossy, his face a fucking mess.

"Please—just one more? I need it."

— NOLAN GRAYSON ⋆

Nolan eats pussy like he’s doing you a favor—like you should be on your knees thanking him for it. He doesn’t rush, doesn’t dive in like some horny teenager. No, he likes to make you wait. He spreads your thighs wide, takes his sweet fucking time looking at you, smirking when he sees how wet you already are.

"Already dripping? I haven’t even touched you yet."

And then? Oh, baby, you’re fucked.

His tongue is hot and firm, pressing right against your clit in one slow, deliberate lick that makes your hips jerk. And he just chuckles, gripping your thighs tighter so you can’t move. He eats you like a man who knows exactly what he’s doing—his tongue doesn’t just tease, it works you. He flicks, sucks, presses just right, watching your body react to every calculated movement. He’s testing you, seeing what makes you twitch, what makes your breath hitch, what makes you fall apart.

And when you do? When you cum on his tongue, thighs squeezing around his head? He just groans, deep and low, like he’s starving for it. And he keeps going. Of course, he keeps going. His hands hold you down, his tongue fucking into you, lapping up every last drop like he owns you.

Because he does.

"Good girl. Give me another one."

— THRAGG ⋆

You do not survive this.

He doesn’t tease, doesn’t ease you into it—no, this motherfucker pins you down, buries his face between your thighs, and ruins you.

His tongue is rough, fast, overwhelming. He latches onto your clit immediately, sucking so hard your vision goes white, your hips jerking off the bed. He doesn’t stop. He doesn’t let up. You’re squirming, trying to get away because holy fuck, it’s too much—but his hands? Oh, baby, his hands are keeping you right there.

And the noises? Disgusting. Deep, low groans vibrating against your clit, wet slurps as he fucking devours you. His beard? Rubbing you raw, making sure you feel every inch of his mouth on you.

"Mmm—what’s wrong? Too much?" (smirk) "You can take it. You will take it."

And when you cum? He. Does. Not. Stop. Your legs are shaking, your body arching, and he just keeps licking, keeps sucking, keeps feasting until you’re sobbing from overstimulation. And then? He flips you over and does it again.

"You’re not done. I decide when you’re done."

— CONQUEST ⋆

He forces your legs apart, buries his face between your thighs, and sucks your clit so fucking hard you scream. He doesn’t build you up slowly—he wants you wrecked instantly. He eats you like he’s punishing you, like he’s proving a point.

He’s everywhere at once, licking, sucking, fucking into you until you don’t know where the pleasure is hitting you from. And his hands? Shoving your thighs apart, holding you still, forcing you to take it. You try to close your legs? He growls.

"The fuck do you think you’re doing? I didn’t say you could run."

And when you cum? He laughs. Laughs against your overstimulated clit, sucks harder, watches as your body twists, trembles, begs for mercy. But does he stop?

No. He keeps fucking going.

And when you’re ruined, your voice hoarse from screaming his name, your thighs trembling uncontrollably? He just grins, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, looking at your wrecked, soaking pussy like it’s his greatest fucking achievement.

"Aww. Did I break you already?"

"Pathetic."

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[allzelemonz]

Superior Mates: Nolan Grayson X Male Reader

Summertime Prompt: Day 4, Omegaverse AU Pronouns: None Mentioned, Reader referred to as ‘father’ Primary Sex: AMAB Secondary Sex: Omega Rating: E/Sex, violence, mentioned character death Warnings: Omegaverse, a/o, Viltrumite culture, imperialism, blood, smut, anal sex, breeding, bonding as mates, reader is a Viltrumite, Nolan being an asshole, Debbie mentioned, Mark is dead Summary: Nolan wasted seventeen years playing human, now he wants something from home.

The rush of air hits you before you see him. You had been standing in your kitchen, simply staring at your fridge to decide on a snack but clearly Nolan has a lot more going on. When you shut the door and look up at him you find him covered in blood and panting. His shoulders move up and down with every breath and his bloodshot eyes are full of that familiar Viltrumite rage that reminds you of home.

“What happened?” You ask, unfazed as you wet a towel in the sink.

“Mark.” He says simply, almost growling.

You approach him slowly, putting a hand on his shoulder and feeling his muscles relax under the touch. No doubt he’s calmed by the natural Omega scent. You run the towel over his blood covered face and he closes his eyes to let you.

“Is that who you’re covered in?”

“He refused.”

“Then you did the right thing.”

He sighs. “Waste of my time.”

“Seventeen years is nothing, Nolan.”

He leans into your hand as you run the towel over his cheek. “I want a Viltrumite.”

“Then raise the next one on Viltrum.”

His hand grabs your wrist and squeezes with a force that would’ve broken a human’s bones. “I want a Viltrumite.”

“Your obsession with fatherhood is concerning.”

His grip loosens and he runs his other hand through your hair. “You’ll think the same during your heat.”

You scoff. “I’m not mating with you, Nolan. We have a planet to conquer.”

“And it’d be easier with a few kids to help.” He says softly, rubbing your head. “I’d fuck you over and over until we had our own planet’s worth.”

“You’re assuming I want kids because I’m an Omega?”

He grips your hair. “Because you’re a Viltrumite.”

“Yeah, and I’ll do my duty and have the necessary number.” You sigh. “At some point.”

He shakes his head. “Now.”

You shove him away, turning back to the kitchen. “Go back to your little human toy, Nolan.”

He glares. “She can’t handle what I want to do.”

“Then go home and pick up some Omega bitch there.”

“They wouldn’t be you.” He seethes. “I want the father of my children to be you.”

“And I want to snap your neck, but we don’t always get what we want.”

“They sent us here.” Nolan growls, moving to stand in front of you. “They expect us to mate.”

“If they did, we’d have orders.”

He puts a hand on your shoulder and you look at him. “I need to fuck something that can take what I give it for once.”

You stare at him, watching his eyes turn from a glare to something more honest. “Fine.” You sigh. “Once.”

“All night.” He squeezes your shoulder. “Let me fuck you until the sun rises and we obliterate this rat infested planet.”

“I’m not having your kids.”

“I know.” He moves his hand to cup your cheek. “Not tonight, but eventually.”

You roll your eyes and he wraps an arm around your waist.

“Is there anyone else you’d want to do that to you?” He whispers. “Anyone better suited?”

“Are you going to fuck me or not?”

“Depends. Can I at least pretend I’m fucking Mark’s replacement into you?”

“If you make me cum twice as much as you get to.”

He smiles. “Deal, Omega.”

His lips connect with yours in a hungry kiss, teeth and tongue with so little care but so much desperation. In a flash you’re in your bed and he’s palming you through your pants and his other hand squeezes your ass. His dick presses against your leg, taking over the length of your thigh as he grinds against it.

“I’ve wanted you since we got sent here.” He mutters. “I wanted to fuck you in front of this whole planet of inferiors and show them how perfect a Viltrumite Omega takes it.”

“Then why aren’t you fucking me yet?”

He chuckles. “I was trying to be a gentleman. Human sentiments, they must’ve worn off on me.”

“I didn’t sit through your sob story to not be knotted tonight, Nolan.”

He groans, leaning up to rip his clothes off. “Fuck, I missed Vilturmie Omegas.” He rips your pants off and grips your hips to pull you closer. “You know you’re superior, not whiney like bitched humans.”

“Happy to be of service to the Empire.”

He groans, lining himself up. “Is that what that slick’s for? The Empire?”

You wrap your legs around his waist, encouraging him to press closer. “No. That’s all for my Alpha.”

He stills, timidly running a hand over your taint, hardened dick, and up your stomach to rest on your chest. “Let me mark you.”

You meet his eyes, his scent hitting your nose. “I wanna feel you inside me first.”

He doesn’t hesitate, plunging inside of you and pulling your hips flush against him. His dick fills you completely, the tip pressing so far in that it bulges out your stomach even through your layers of muscle and fat. He holds himself there, leaning over you as he licks at your scent mark.

“Good enough?” He mumbles, kissing the sensitive spot.

Your legs are frozen around him, your body split open and head foggy from the Alpha arousal scent. “Y-Yeah…”

He leans his head up, a hand brushing through your hair. “Who’s your Alpha?”

“You… Alpha.” You shutter as his dick twitches inside of you. “Nolan.”

[gatorbites-imagines]

So can you give us a little backstory of Cyborg Mark, like we know why he is a Cyborg, but how is his relationship with the reader or William, or both? Is he a villain? Is he a hero? Vigilante?

Cyborg Mark Grayson rambles

hehe,,, robot,,,,

His backstory is not super advanced or anything, he was kind of just a character I came up with on a whim because I wanted to make my own Mark, and I have always been such a sucker for robots and cyborgs. 

What little I have is that Mark became a cyborg after his fight with his dad, up until that point he was like the Mark from the show. It was all the same, except for the fact that Nolan doesn't hold back, and goes as far as to tearing Marks limbs off. He only survives out of determination and viltrumite biology. 

Someone rebuilds his body, not Robot or the GDA, but another character I haven't made, or, the reader if it was an x reader I guess. The body would be made out of a special alloy, metal, or some kind of nanobot, which means he grows stronger with time, like normal Mark does, like, the robot body advances along with what little human is left of his body. 

This also means he was good friends with William, and I like to think William was one of his biggest supporters, even being willing to drop out of college to help Mark, since he needs to learn how to use his arms and legs again. Mark wouldn't want him too, cuz he wouldn't want his friend to sacrifice that, but William is also very determined. 

What's human of him is mostly torso, shoulders and head. If I'm writing smut I might let him keep other parts of himself, but I'm also a bit of a perv and want to imagine the reader and Mark having to develop his bits together, and experimenting with sensitivities. 

His lower jaw was also ripped off, and a good chunk of his throat, he still has pecs though, cuz i like pecs,,, this also means he doesn't have his human tongue, and has one made out of a different material, it's a lot more flexible and longer. I want to draw his torso... 

Having a robotic body, also means he learns how to repair himself, he just isn't good at upgrades but might become so with time. A good chunk of the body will repair itself thanks to the alloy/metal/nanobots, but he still needs to repair stuff sometimes. 

Hm... wireplay... 

I like to think he's still a hero, or maybe more a vigilante. Going through all that pain and suffering because of his dad, has messed his perception of reality somewhat, meaning he starts losing his care about killing. He won't kill innocent people, but he gets a more “if they're dead, they can't do crime again” mentality. 

[kawaiigirly21]

I got some plots in mind!!

1. Nayera is gifted to Nolan right before he leaves for earth as a reward for being one of the best warriors. He brings her to earth (after breaking her in of course) and when he meets Debbie,he ends their affair but they remain as friends as she is free to live a normal life. But every once in a while, Nolan has to remind her who she belongs too. Her Immortal boytoy can't keep her from him anymore than he could have kept that bullet from entering the back of his skull. (I doubt that Viltrumites see her kind as anything more that overgrown kitties with bad temper tantrums)

2. Thragg is gifted Nayera after a raid on her home planet. He decides he likes this "exotic" beauty and keeps her as a pretty little pet. Muzzles her, collars her, makes her sit at his feet while he tends to ruler bullshit, the whole works. He then finds out more information about her kind from the Viltrumites that took her and his first thought is to breed her and breed her as much as possible. As fast as possible

3. Every Mark variant has fought battle beast before, but none have ever had the privilege of having his beautiful sister tend to their aching wounds while she scolded her brother like the Main Mark has. There's something so majestic and ethereal about her that has their hearts pounding and cocks throbbing. They make a new and better deal with Angstrom. They'll do whatever the fuck he wants, as long as their reward is a dimension all to their selves to have and hold their pretty kitty

[twins-write]

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