kikithekiwi19

[kikithekiwi19]

hey girly 😘 . I wanted to ask if u could please do a mitsuri kanroji inspired reader for mark grayson. Mitsuri is like such amazing and powerful girlboss that would match so good with mark . Please and thank you 😊 💜😘

PUSSY POWER!

Mark Grayson x Mitsuri Kanroji! Reader

This is such a cute idea! Two romantics absolutely infatuated with each other!

You love your job as a hero! Getting to twirl about while protecting civilians felt amazing.

The GDA had offered you a position. Why decline when it's the perfect opportunity to meet your future husband. Just thinking about it made your heart flutter!

Now, when you and Mark met, it was actually after a large battle. To celebrate your victory, the new Guardians and Invincible went to a local restaurant (on the GDAs bill of course) and you went ham.

He was genuinely bewildered by how much you could consume. Piles of plates scrapped clean surrounded you, he could barely see your mop of pink hair.

So when he did introduce himself, he wasn't expecting you to become so flustered. You were a total cutie! Rambling on and on about how amazing the food was.

From then on, you guys would hang out after patrols, stopping by local kitty cafe's around the city. (Always on the GDA's budget, of course.)

Seeing battle was a mesmerizing sight for him. The way you waltzed across the battlefield, your sword curling around you as you unleash devastating attacks with the sweetest smile.

You fought with an unrestrained grace, twisting and contorting your body with a renowned flexibility. Mark would be lying if he said he 100% did not expect you to be such a vicious fighter. Also really, really attractive.

You on the other hand swooned when he fought alongside you. He was perfect husband material! Sweet, kind, cute and 10x stronger. Plus he wasn't detoured by your pink and green hair, he loved it. You don't know which higher being has answered your prayer but you're entirely thankful.

When he finally asked you out after months of flushed faces and babbling remarks-you were ecstatic. Like squealing levels of joy.

Dating wasn't all too different. You were already a really affectionate friend, it's only tripled with exclusivity attached. You'd pepper his face with kisses until he was a dazed mess. Feeding him your favorite dessert, Sakura mochi, while babbling on about your day.

Mark was initially curious about your breathing style, more specifically your sword.

"Can I try it? I wanna know how it feels like."

"My sword is actually specially made for me. I don't know if that's such a good idea."

"Still doesn't mean I can't try." he failed, miserably.

Besides that, you guys adored each other to a sickening degree. Befitting of the hero of love to be head over heels for her Romeo.

[kikithekiwi19]

Well god forbid a person has hobbies

[kikithekiwi19]

HAI!!! I loved reading your panty anarchy! Reader x mark and your stocking anarchy!reader x mark, and I was wondering if you'd mind doing a stocking anarchy! Reader x rex one?? If not that's fine!!! :]

SWEET EXPLOSIONS!

Rex Sloan x Stocking Anarchy! Reader

Rex, you beautiful asshole.

To be honest, you guys hated each other at first.

He found your withdrawn demeanour unerving while you found him irritating. A mutual hatred that only further blossomed when the two of you officially met.

You guys met at The Guardians try out. Compared to the other contestants, you stood out like a soar thumb; dark Lolita fashion with a mix of Gothic touch.

"Why are you dressed like a depressed princess?"

"Same reason why your an ass to overcompinsate for your shrivelled dick."

Yeah, you guys fought after that.

You easily wipped the floor with him, blades deflecting the explosives with ease. It was pathetic watching Rex stagger about from your relentless assault.

After that, it was a point at Guardians HQ to keep the two of you apart. Not like it really stopped the intense 'banter' the two of shared.

Got so bad that Invincible had to step in.

"You sugar obsessed freak! You almost got me killed out there! Watch where you throw your swords!"

"Maybe you should watch where you sling your dick. Of course if you have one."

"You fucking bitch!"

"And your a whore that's head is to far up his own ass!"

Your relationship was strained at best and non existent at worse. Forcibly spending time together as Guardians makes your relationship more bareable.

It's starts slow; being slightly more cautious of each other, offering support during battles and even after them. Hell, even holding a conversation that didn't spiral into a yelling match.

It wouldn't be far fetched to say that you've grown somewhat soft to Rex's antics. No matter how abrasive he was, it would make your lips curl up into a small smile.

Rex found your witty comebacks charming, no matter how much they tore his ego to shreds. Even your addiction to sugar was endearing.

It blossomed into a friendship, then into romance.

You were the one to ask Rex out; not that he was scared, you just were sick and tired of waiting for him to do so.

When the two of you do start dating it's PDA galore. Cheesy flirtations, messy kisses and a quickie once or twice in the storage closet.

Like, the others are sick of seeing you guys eat each other's faces off.

Also, firmly believe that Rex would partake in your pole dancing. He sees it as a fun way to bond with his partner. No matter how many boners he gets while your doing it.

He's in love with you and will not shut up about it. Would brag constantly about how much of a badass you are! He's such a loveable jerk.

[kikithekiwi19]

I love your panty/stocking reader for invincible!!! Did you think if would be possible to see them interact with mark variant and they completly different from the reader of their world.

Also did you see it will be a new season in July?!

COOKIE JAR!

Mark Grayson Variants x Panty/Stocking Anarchy! Reader

❛❛I caught yo ass red-handed in my cookie jar.❜❜

YES I HEARD ABOUT THIS!? My days of Invincible withdrawals are coming to an end. Essentially, this is how they'd react to the reader. Be prepared for unimaginable levels of horniness. Also, no specific variant mentioned.

Let's get one thing straight. You most definitely tried to fuck a variant or two. You'd be lying if you didn't find the idea of multiple versions of your boyfriend manhandling you hot.

When you and Mark arrived on the scene, he had to physically keep you from pouncing on the variants. No matter how funny it would have been to watch. You were drooling for just a touch, cooing for them to come closer.

Some of them were deeply disturbed, they were scared shitless as thrashed around in your Marks iron grip, while others actively implored your chaos

Actually battling them was a different story.

Mark internally groaned as you bantered with his alternate. It was like you guys were practically fucking each other with your words alone.

"You know, you weren't as fun in my dimension. Killing you was a bore."

"Of course I'm better, this pussy can work magic."

"My, my, your even more bold than I imagined."

"Then why don't you come closer and see how bold I truly am, sweetcheeks~"

God, he doesn't know if he should be flattered that you loved him in every universe. Or for the fact that it only seemed to boost your already high libido tenfold.

Other then the high tensions between some of them, you guys worked in sync taking them down. Your razor sharp aim mashed well with his skills, you guys handled them with ease.

You even got to captor two of your own!

"Can we keep them?"

"God no!? They've murdered millions!"

"They could murder this pussy next!"

"Is all you do is think with your clit?!"

You did get to keep those two. Helpful for the GDA and your libido.

You hated all of them. They were all poor imitations of your beloved. So when you were put on the battlefield, you gave them hell. Blades drawn, their heavenly light reflecting in the sun as crimson splatters conceal their beauty.

Like, Mark was genuinely concerned; it was like when you'd crash out before getting your morning sugar. No matter how hot you looked, killing his alternates. He feels like an ass for being painfully hard while helping you fight.

"All of those pieces of shit should repent for even dreaming of crossing paths with me!"

"How about we go to that new bakery before you kill anyone else?"

"I knew there was a reason why I'm with you."

"What's that supposed to mean!?"

So you guys leave mid battle, not like there was a battle anymore anyways, you killed a majority of them anyways. For their safety and your sanity.

The ones you do come across along the way were barely spared a glance before attacking.

"Your stronger in this universe, perfect for the empire. Come back to my universe."

"Maybe all that fighting finally made the little brain cells you had left implode."

"C'mon, I'm better than him by a long shot."

"The only thing long is my katana as I viguriously fuck your ass with it!"

Yep, the sweet break was definitely necessary.

[kikithekiwi19]

Yeah girl… um we gon need Panty Anarchy! Reader next… it’s only fair 😝

PUSSY POPPIN'!

Mark Grayson x Panty Anarchy! Reader

You asked and I shall deliver! Literally just Mark being pussy whipped for reader (as he should). This is really horny but it's Panty so it's to be expected.

I'll be honest, you hooked up with Mark the moment you met him. It's not your fault he had a well built, toned body and cute face. Total package.

Your on earth for an unforseeable time, might as well make the most of it.

Working at the GDA was okay, the only real saving grace was getting the chance to hook up with all the hot heroes under them. Who wouldn't jump in the opprotunity to bag the earth's mightest heroes? Certainly not you.

You've made a name for yourself around the GDA, a whore pompus angel that took the sentiment of chasity as a joke.

So when Mark first met you, he wasn't all to surprised when you tried to get in his pants.

Was he embarrased? 100% A hottie just asked to fuck him! He's not declining this opportunity. Tumbling into the nearest closet, tongues wet, you situated yourself on his lap.

He was hypnotized by the sway of your hips as you grind against his lap. The soft sighs that escape your lips, pushing his body impossibly closer to yours.

He fit perfectly against your soft curves, a nice contrast to his rippling muscles. He planted his hands firmly against your plush hips; breathy whimpers tumble the moment you pick up the pace.

Sultry words dripped like honey from your lips; cooing filthy things you'd do to him, your hands caressing his chest.

"C'mon sweetcheeks, be man enough and fuck me right here. I promise I'll be good," you cooed. Jesus, you're a vixen.

So you fucked each other in the GDA's storage closet. Did you feel a lick of shame? Of course not. You just fucked the world's strongest hero next to a broom, not anyone could say that.

Safe to say that Mark certainly didn't forget you after that. Anytime he spotted you around, he'd go all shy at your blatant flirtations.

It's not like he could ignore you either, your presence demanded attention. Your flippant attitude and crude tongue were enough to turn heads.

It's gotten to the point that he's frustrated, fisting his aching cock with a feverish vigour. All he can imagine is how your warm pussy wrapped around him, your pretty moans fanning his ears. How he carassed your supple tits and trail down to your cute stomach.

Gosh, was it unfair. Your pretty and you know it, now all he wants is you and your perfect pussy, you've ruined him. Not that he's really complaining

When he first saw you in battle, he was a little confused when you removed your underwear. He was hoping to catch a glimpse of your pussy. Little perv.

Though it quickly subside the moment it transformed into pretty light blue pistol. You ran laps around the enemy, shots fine tuned to always hit the target. And you were a badass too? Completely unfair.

Outside of that, he found hanging out with you releaving. Your crass remarks never left him bored.

"You're trying to fuck 1000 guys before you go back to heaven?"

"Yeah. Gotta get my pussy stretched for the sum of years I'll be forced into purity . It's kinda heart warming."

"What type of crack did God use to make you!?"

It was a nice respite from the weight of herosim. You became his solitude in his ever changing world...even if you didn't act like it. Your insistent teasing often left him flustered but it was all in good fun.

So, when he finally asked you out, he was a little surprised that you agreed.

"Dick is dick. If I have to be chained down in a relationship, at least I know that dick is good! The mystic wonders of alien dick."

Yeah, he shouldn't be surprised.

Dating you was normal overall, except for your overlly high sex drive. Literally, you guys have fucked on every surface and crevice at both his and your place it's actually impressive.

Doggy style, mating press, cowgirl, missionary -you guys practically have done it all. Each day he thanks his Viltrumite genes for his insane stamina, he doesn't think he'd able to handle you otherwise.

Definetly let you give him a lap dance as you transformed into your heavenly form. Mark swears that he didn't cum from the sight of you alone. Liar. Busted the moment he saw you change into that cutely skimpy outfit.

Overall, he balance out your more choatic side while you offer him comedic respite. You were practically made for each other!

[kikithekiwi19]

https://www.tumblr.com/kikithekiwi19/780497697307344896/sugary-sweet?source=share How did you add those colors to your title text?

I use this website to get my texts.

To use it you'll need a computer since I haven't been able to figure out how to do it on mobile lmao 😭

Essentially you put your desired text and chose your colour gradient

Then copy and paste HTML from the very last box into the code of your post.

I hope that makes even a little sense 😭😭

[kikithekiwi19]

I'm so tempted to write a Riddle Rosehearts x Gem! Reader.

Like exploring the reader not only Adapting to Twisted Wonderland but human life in general.

I especially want Riddle to experience fusion and being so loved that you merge.

MY BABY NEEDS ALL THE LOVE HE CAN GET!

[kikithekiwi19]

I knew Mumen Rider would be down bad.

°˖✧Kisses and cuddles!

“Moaning like a bitch when he hit this pussy!”

Synopsis: After your sixth date of only light touches and fleeting kisses, You finally drag this pro hero back into your home and ruin him for anyone else

Pairing: Mumen Rider X Chubby Reader

Warnings: Smut with light plot, soft!mdom, oral!mreceiving, virgin!m, semivirgin!reader (?), vaginal sex, pussy whipped, slight breeding if you wink, no use of specific pronouns for reader mentioned

Word count: 2.5k words

You enjoy your dates with him, you do! But you can’t help but feel dejected. You put all of your effort into your appearance, hair, makeup, outfit, and he hasn’t tried to fuck you yet?! A travesty. Of course that’s not the only reason you’re going out with him, you admire his formidably and heroism, and of course, you find his geeky appearance super hot, but you have needs. You’re holding his hand, walking down the streets, the beautiful hot summer sun shining down on both of you.

He's rambling on about this strange bald man he met but your brain is barely registering a word. You keep staring at his profile, then his neck, then his chest, lower and lower your eyes travel. It’s so hard to listen and nod when all you can think about is ripping off his pants and riding him on the sidewalk. “…Y/n…y/n? Are you listening?” You snap out of it, basically wiping the drool off your lip with your tongue as your gaze snaps back to his. “Hm? Oh, yeah. I am. Sorry, just distracted by the heat.” You’re not completely lying, you’re definitely running hot. “Sit here, I’ll find you something to drink.” Before you can even open your mouth, he flashes you his kind smile and sits you on a bench to find a nearby vending machine.

The hard metal does little to cool down the throbbing in your core, thank God you’re wearing dark shorts or you swear you’d be leaking through the fabric with arousal. You’re still dazed by the time he comes back, holding out an already opened can of your favourite juice. “Thanks.” You take a sip, your tongue sneaking out to lick some juice dribbling down your chin. If you were looking, you would’ve noticed his subtle look on your mouth before he smiles again. “If you’re getting hot, I could walk you home.” Part of you wants to leave, get home as fast as you can and plunge your fingers into your aching pussy, but part of you wants to stay, to enjoy your time out with your boyfriend. You don’t get much time together anymore, since villains keep showing up more and more, and you want to take advantage of the moment.

Just as you stand and prepare to make a choice and answer him, you come up with an idea. A disgusting idea. “Come home with me.” Your brain works overtime, churning with ideas and fantasies you crave to come true. “I have cool drinks and great air conditioning. That way, we’ll be able to spend more time together.” You’re not lying, you do have cool drinks and surprisingly good air conditioning in your tiny apartment, but you are using it to entice him more. “Sure. I’d like that.” You’ve won. You grab his hand, basically dragging him away with you as you rush home. Almost dropping your keys, you fumble with the lock, your poor perverted body short circuiting as your mind fills with lust.

You walk him inside, showing him around as politely as you can before sitting him down in your bedroom. You let him know you’ll be right back with drinks and snacks as he settles on the floor in front of a short coffee table. You use this moment as a breather, reminding yourself not to just pounce on him and work up to the moment. The desire in your gaze momentarily softens as you walk back into your room, just watching your perfect man read through one of your comics with the utmost care to not bend the spine. “Here, I hope these are cool enough.” You set the tray on the table before sitting beside him, suddenly aware of how close you both are He mumbles a quick ‘thanks’ and kisses your forehead as he leans over to grab a bottle of pop, opening the top and drinking.

You watch his throat as he swallows, your face flushing before you force your eyes away. You’re starting to doubt yourself, feeling bad about thinking of your boyfriend in such a raunchy way, but you truly can’t help it. You mumble your own response before grabbing a bottle for yourself, mulling over your thoughts as you chug soda. “I’ve been having a great time with you these past months, y/n. I’ve been so busy with hero work I’ve never really found the time to just settle down. I’ve always had the urge to help everyone I see, but with you, I want to be better. I want to continue doing better. Build a world that’s safe for all of us, especially you.”

You can’t help it, a growing love and deep brittled lust just explodes inside you. You latch onto him, your curves pressing against his form as you kiss him fiercely. His eyes widen at first with surprise before they close, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks as he kisses you back. Your gazes lock as you pull back, your heart racing as you see the same sweet sentiment reflected behind his glasses. “I need to ruin you.” Before you let him respond, your lips crash back onto him, your arms wrapping around his neck with a clear desperation. You can feel his face flame from your kiss, and it only makes you ache more.

As soon as he relaxes and parts his lips with timidity, you slip past the barrier, finding his tongue with your own as you start making out. You let out a small noise as his hands reach around you to hold onto your waist, feeling your soft curves beneath his hands. You barely notice when you end up on top of him, your fuller figure fitting almost too perfectly between his spread legs, your fingers moving to tangle in his hair. His hands move up your body, both sensual and respectful as he holds onto the small of you back and your hip.

A string of saliva connects your lips as you pull up, gazing down at his askew glasses and panting face. You sit up fully, straddling his waist as he holds onto you, his hands shyly reaching down to hold onto your round ass. He’s not stupid, you know that, you feel him getting hard through your shorts. With unspoken words, you move down his body, coming face to face with his crotch. You start to pull his belt through the loops when you feel his hand clutching yours, nerves and arousal swirling around his pupils. “Y/n, I… God, I’m so new to this.” That’s it, that’s the final straw.

You basically tear his pants off him, your fingers sneaking under the waistband of his boxers as you peel them down his legs. He covers his mouth with his hand, a small strangled noise, a mix of a whimper and gasp, audible behind it. Shit. He’s huge. Well, not huge, but absolutely larger than your last boyfriend. And he’s only half-hard! You wrap your palm around his shaft, feeling it pulse under your touch, seeming to beat in sync with his heart.

You swallow audibly, stroking him slowly as you watch his face. He’s a mess, eyes glossy, lips parted, and mind blank. You unconsciously stroke him faster as he bites his lip, every little twitch and noise only soaking you through your panties. He hardens in no time, his full length, thick and long, curving upwards slightly as a bead of pre-cum graces the flushed tip. His hand flies out to hold onto your hair as you slowly start taking him into your mouth, you plump glossed lips stretching around the sensitive head.

You can already tell he’ll stretch you out, hitting spots no man has ever hit before. But you can’t rush it yet, you want to feel him cum in your mouth before you ride him. His fingers tighten in your hair, tugging on the strands as you force his member deeper. His eyes widen in disbelief, a guttural moan tearing from his throat as take his entire cock down your throat, your nose pressing against his pubes as spit coats his shaft. You swallow around him to adjust to the size before looking up at him, watching his bewildered eyes as you start to bob your head.

Your mind is dizzy with lust, clouding your thoughts as you start to choke yourself on his length, his second hand reaches down to hold onto the back of your neck, just holding as he fights the primal urge to thrust. He lets out another whimper as you bob your head faster, his meaty tip hitting the back of your throat as you moan around him, your thighs squeezing together to alleviate the horrible ache. The vibrations send shivers down his spine, his fingers tugging on your hand harder as the pleasure rushes through him.

A choked moan rips from his throat as you start to deepthroat him, his head falling back against the ground. You're holding onto his muscular thighs, nails lightly grazing his skin as you work your throat around his cock, determined to finish him off. Gagging and spitting on his length, you devour him. Pulling your mouth almost completely off his length before swallowing him whole all over again. You tease the veins on the underside of his shaft as you suck him off, hollowing your cheeks as you feel him throb in your mouth.

He’s so close, so fucking close, and you can just feel it. You take your mouth off his cock, and before you can take him back down your throat, he tugs on your hair, pulling your head away from him “I… I can’t… in your mouth. I need to be inside you.” You sit up fully before nodding, reaching down to unbuckle your shorts. He grabs your hands with his own shaky ones, panting and flushed before he kisses you again. Gently pushing you back onto the carpet, he slips off your shorts, his fingers grazing the soft cotton of your panties. He nearly cums right then and there as he pulls away, he eyes zeroing in on the mound between your plump thighs.

He spreads your legs, his cock clearly twitching as he sees the wet spot soaking the garment. Slowly tugging down your panties, the heat in your room grows hotter as he sees your folds, slick and dripping with wanton need for him. “C… condoms. I need condoms.” He searches through the drawer you point out before finding an unopened box, tearing the foil with his teeth before sheathing himself. He presses his tip against your core, slowly stretching you as he starts to push him. Barely halfway in, his hips stutter, breathless moans leaving his lips as your warm walls grip around him tightly.

Moving his hands to grip your waist, he pushes in deeper, his head falling forward against your shoulder as he bottoms out, his balls resting against your ass. Scrambling to find his mind, his hands wander over your curves, groping your full figure with nothing but instinct. He pulls out halfway before slipping back in, relishing in your moan as his tip hits your g-spot. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, groaning and gasping against your skin as he starts to thrust. Plunging into your dripping pussy, his hands grip your waist tightly, thumbs digging into your flesh, leaving marks as his desire takes over and clouds his mind.

His hips grow a mind of their own, seeming to set their own pace as he drives into you. He forces your thighs open wider with his own, watching your body bounce as he plunges into you, hitting your g-spot perfectly with each move. Your hands grip the carpet tightly, nails tearing into the wool as he fucks you, your heart pounding in your chest. Moans and groans mingle, creating an atmosphere of pure carnal lust, your bodies colliding in tandem. He throws his head back as he moans, filling the condom with his potent cum as you clench around him, his orgasm hitting him by surprise.

He mumbles an apology between gasps, tears of pleasure glazing his eyes. You reach out to hold onto his hands, catching your breath as you reassure his premature ejaculation. Usually you’d be mad, but seeing your boyfriend turned into a mess by your pussy, you know you need to get him to fuck you more. Pulling out slowly, almost hesitantly, he pulls off the filled latex, tying it off at the end before grabbing another one. Sheathing himself again, he pushes back into your warmth, craving the feeling again.

He grows more confidence, moving harder and faster. Pounding into you know, he grips your hands tightly, fingers intertwining as he watches your face contort in pleasure and slight surprise. You know he’s a hero, and you know he’s strong, but fuck, you’ve never been pummelled like this. Letting out a sharp gasp, you arch your back under him as he hits your cervix, and you can’t help but clench tightly around him. “I-I’m sorry… I can’t, y/n.”

You barely register when he pulls out, tearing off the condom before slamming back into you. You cry out in pleasure, only whining, your body squirming under him. Pushing your thighs against your chubby stomach, he ruts into you, his hips moving with desperation as he takes you like an animal. He’s whipped. Truly and absolutely whipped. Every twitch, every sound, every time your gummy walls are gripping around him so tight it feels like you’ll snap his dick off, draws him so close to cumming but he needs to make this last.

Feeling your bare, raw pussy wrapped around him drives him mad with want, a deplorable uncharacteristic want to cum inside you, spraying your insides with everything he has. The thoughts make him move harder, caging you in as he thrusts with fervour. God, you're so new to this. Watching your face and hearing your moans only makes him move harder, leaning over you to change the angle as he watches you cry. He kisses your neck as you wrap your arms around him, your breath hitting his shoulder as you clutch him against your body. Tears of pleasure spill down your soft cheeks as he hammers into you makes him come undone, his balls tightening and hips stuttering as he explodes inside you, moans bouncing off your walls as he fills you completely.

Your nails dig into his skin, a loud cry ripping through you as you cum, squirting around him and soaking your bodies as he fucks you through your shared orgasm. His pace finally slows, both your forms intertwined and sweaty as you catch your breath. He kisses you slowly, all spit and tongue before he pulls back. Despite the tears and daze, you crack a small smile, content to stew in the heated aura surrounding you and your boyfriend. Your perfect, kind, disheveled boyfriend. Ruined for anyone else thanks to your sweet smile and even sweeter pussy.

[kikithekiwi19]

SUGARY SWEET!

Mark Grayson x Stocking Anarchy! Reader

Okay, just imagine Mark with a Stocking! reader makes me foam at the mouth. (Mark is a literal loser who enjoys being degraded by his girlfriend.)

You worked at the GDA as a part-timer since you were kicked out of heaven. They supplied you with ghosts and demons to kill, so you weren't complaining.

Mark heard rumors about your sugar obsession and fiery tongue, which could give anyone whiplash. Your sarcastic attitude was famed around the GDA, and it certainly didn't disappoint.

You guys didn't officially meet until he was called to the scene of a demon attack that turned ugly. He wasn't expecting to see you dancing on a pole made of holy light while you transformed.

His face blossomed to a pretty pink watching the sway of your hips against the pole, the new outfit curling against your body, pronouncing your curves.

A sweet smile tugging your lips as your provocative dance came to a close. Blades drawn and Mark painfully aroused at the display. Like, seriously, maybe there was a reason he hadn't encountered you before.

You fought swiftly, each strike calculated to a fine degree, and you danced across the battlefield with ease. Slaying the demon with one swoop.

Mark barely registered your stark approach to him, mind preoccupied with the blood rushing from his brain down to his crotch.

"Hey Dipshit! I could have used your help if you weren't floating around like a bitch!"

Now that was the famed, iron tongue he's heard so much about. He didn't know what he was expecting, but it wasn't this. The switch-up from fierce seductress, striking down those caught by your charms, to a foul mouth bitch whos insults alone could make a grown man cry.

"Hey! I'm doing my job! Maybe be a little more careful of the civilians around you!"

You scoffed, "That's the job for you bigshots. I guess you wouldn't count since you keep getting your ass blown out by these low lifes."

Yeah, now he understood what everyone meant. Definitely not befitting of an angel.

Safe to say that the rumors were true. But, doesn't mean that he didn't try! Offering to take you out to your favourite dessert place anytime you guys are paired together. Even going as far as walking around with sweets just in case you're in a bad mood and need a little motivation.

The interactions between you two were never a bore. Mark's sure that your witty comebacks will never fail to bring a grin to his face. Even if they are mostly directed towards him.

"Hey cuntface, I needed you out there!"

"Stop flapping your lips, only stupid opinions ever leave them anyway."

"Don't talk to me until I've had my sugar."

Mark found your powers unique! It's not every day you meet a heavenly being.

"So your stockings turn into Katanas"

"Yep."

"All the demons and ghost you kill turn into coins so you can buy your way back into heaven?"

"Yes, Jesus Mark! Your giving me a lobotomy with all these questions."

No matter how worked up you got, he found it oddly endearing. When he actually asked you out, after months of hanging out, he was ecstatic when you said yes.

Dating was much different than your previous friendship. Except for the raked up PDA. You'd cling to his arm, pepper kisses along his face, and spew out less than appropriate things you'd do to him. Might have even performed your pole dance for him on a couple of occasions.

Mark wasn't any better, easily swayed by your charms. AKA you rubbing your cleavage up against him, leaving him as a flustered and horny mess. HE'S SUCH A LOSER

You guys are a literal power couple! Even with your odd quirks, Mark loves you through and through.

[kikithekiwi19]

Sloppy Toppy!

❛❛Fuck her, flip her, bend her backwards. Baby put your back into it!❜❜

Synopsis: After the Viltrumites took over Earth. You've caught the fancy of the brash emperor, becoming his most devoted supporter. Of course, good behavior must be rewarded.

Pairing: Mohawk Mark x Fem Chubby! Reader

Warnings: Porn with some plot, soft!mdom, vaginal sex, squirting, fingering, minor breeding kink? praise, teasing, power imbalance?

AN: Had this one saved in the drafts for a couple of months now 💀 So I doesn't really fit Mohawk Mark's characterization in the show.

Word Count: 2k words

When the Viltrumites invaded Earth not too long ago, it was scary how swift it was. Government agencies all buckled under their tyranny. The world you once knew crumbled that moment, overthrown by the Viltrumites' iron rule.

You hated it first. The most natural response. The insistent monitoring of human affairs made your stomach churn. A nagging anxiety that never wavered, only increased tenfold with your new position.

‘Hired,’ to put it nicely, you took the position of loyal servant under the emperor. Serving to his every whim, at any moment in time. You took your job seriously, not wanting your insides plastered about. 

You were fond of your job, no matter how many reminders around you that shouldn't be the case. You couldn't count the number of servants who've been punished since you started. It was almost a daily occurrence.

You couldn't deny that working so close to the emperor himself didn't sweeten the deal. Developing an innocent crush on your tyrant.

He was undeniably handsome, sharp jawline and deep set of honey eyes. Too bad he was an ass. He was quick to anger, even more quick to spew threats thick with curses. 

Maybe you did have questionable taste in men. He's enslaved your home, took you up as a pet, yet here you were with flushed cheeks anytime his gaze lingered on your plump form.

Mark took notice of your obvious fondness towards him. It was laughable how poorly you tried to conceal it. The longing stares and flushed expression were dead giveaways.

 Not like he had any room to talk. Observing your every move as you completed your daily tasks; the sway of your plush hips, your tits and cute stomach that strained against your uniform that was a little to tight for you. The tension was palpable between you too.

It was a wonder how you found yourself in such a situation. 

Providing the young ruler with a nice massage. The empty throne room only intensified the growing warmth in your stomach. Your eyes flickered to the ripple of muscle along his shoulders, “You want to fuck me, don't you?” you blurted out. Not processing the question at all, running your hands along his broad shoulder blades.

Kneading the taut muscles with the palms of your hands. Mark groaned, leaning further back into your warm touch. He chuckled; his laugh sent a warm buzz through you. 

“Bold. I'd be crazy if I didn't,” you hummed, your gaze drifting to the curve of his neck. You leaned closer beside his ear, breathing in his natural musky scent. “Really? I'm afraid you'll have to prove it to me,” you muttered, nipping at his earlobe. 

In an instant he flipped you over, pinning you against the wall. “I knew my charm would get to you princess,” Mark snarled, tracing the juncture of your neck with his lips, pressing sweet kisses along her neck. You gasped, “Princess? ” 

“What? You don't like it?” he mused, delving back and suckling roughly against your skin, leaving purplish bruises behind. “Never said that.” You moaned softly from his warm hands, messaging your soft breast. Mark tweaked your perked nipple, rolling the sensitive bud between his forefingers. 

You rolled your head to the side, providing him better access, “Means I get to make you a queen. My Queen.” He mumbled against her skin. His assault continued, reaching for the cool zipper situated on the back of your attire, tugging it with vigour and peeling it from your form.  Mark tugged the top of his suit off as well, wanting to feel the heat of your topless body against his own. 

His large palms took refuge back on your breast, messaging the doughy fat, “Love your tits, love looking at em’, been dreaming of sucking on them.”

Your sultry gaze remained fixed on him, “Some filthy mouth you got,” He pinched the perky buds with a smirk.

“You like this filthy mouth, unless you want me to put it to better use somewhere else?”

Mark laughed dryly, “We can try that out another time.”

 Your hand reached out and firmly grasped his jaw, clashing your lips against each other. Your lips were soft against his chapped ones. Your sweet scent filled his nostrils, he was utterly enraptured by you.

You were the air that filled his lungs, a twisted need that became even more insistent. You were no better, threading your fingers through the tuff of his unruly black locs. 

His hands travelled from your breast down the valley of your back, stopping down at the fat of your  thighs.

He tugged you onto his lap, your back pressed flush against his firm chest eliciting a startled yelp from your lips.

“So responsive to my touch, babe. And I’ve barely even touched you.”Mark teased, earning a faux glare from you. Your face was practically on fire, Light kisses were one thing, but, straddling someone's lap? Uncharted territory. 

“Don’t call me babe. This…this is just new to me.”

“Oh? So my princess is a virgin? This night just keeps getting better, doesn’t it?” He chuckled, slapping your ass making you yelp once more. Mark smirked, you were too cute not to tease. 

You snuggled into the crook of his neck, hiding your flushed expression, “No biggie, I'll take good care of you, baby.” Mark cooed. 

His lips captured yours in a tender kiss once more. Your lips melded together in perfect sync, Mark ran his hand up your thigh, fondling the doughy flesh under the rough pads of his fingers.

Heavy pants escaping those lush lips, foggy gaze and slightly dishevelled attire, to him, you looked absolutely ravishing.

 Inching towards your clothed pussy. His touch is feathery light yet firm with an unbridled passion. Pulling away with a heavy breath, “Must have wanted this just as badly as me, huh princess?” he murmured. 

Delving the pad of his thumb along the silk cloth of your underwear to your covered clitoris. Rubbing quick taut circles around the bundle of nerves, smirking at the slight hitch in her breath. “My sweet servant likes that?” you nodded, whimpering at the sensation as a prominent wet patch soaked through. 

A deep laugh rumbled from him, pulling his thumb away from your puffy clit “I need words, baby,” watching the cute pout tugging your plump lips. 

“I want it…please, Mark.” The pooling ache between your legs was becoming unbearable.

Mark’s lidded gaze flickered with mischief, “Oh? You want it that bad?” his voice dipped into a low whisper against your ear, nipping at your lobe. 

 “Yes,” you groaned, fiercely yearning for his touch. He smiled, tugging your underwear to the side, collecting your essence on the tips of his fingers, dragging the fluid along the valley of your labia, making you choke out a whine.

Mark’s airy laugh tickles your neck as he begins dipping his fingers roughly inside your quivering hole.

“Goodness, this wet…for me? I feel flattered, princess.” Mark cackled at the slight shake in your form, sinking his thick fingers deeper into your warm walls.

The slight stretch ebbed the throb of your cunt, setting a rough pace, making your hips buck and squirm. 

Mark groaned as your gummy walls clamped down on his fingers, making the drag of his fingers and echoing squelches even more enchanting, “This pussy is mine, hear how loud she is.”

You nodded limply, your mind was fogged with nothing more than him and his fingers reaching the deepest parts of you. 

Clamping a hand against your mouth to restrain your waterfall of moans, rutting your hips in tandem with his ruthless pace, Mark hissed as your ass rubbed against his strained cock, “M’fuck! Don’t cover your moans, princess. Wanna hear how good I’m making you feel. Wanna have everyone hear who you belong to.” Using his hand to grasp her wrist, forcefully pulling it away from her spit-smeared lips. Choking back a grutal moaned at the sudden high-pitched squeal that followed suit.

 “F-fuck! I’m gonna cum.” you whined, the bubbling knot in your lower abdomen growing stronger, your legs convulsed locking your thighs around his hand. 

Curling into his chest with an arched back, a breathless moan fell out of your swollen lips. Your vision became splotchy and head fogged only focused on the enthralling sensation.

Feeling the bubbly heat of release, your essence squirting out, painting his hand in your juices in an almost endless stream.

Mark was pinned on your expression, feeling a puff of pride at your fucked out expression. “Squirted all over my fingers, princess, was it that good?” 

Rolling your eyes, you gave a small smile, “Shut up.” Your breath returned to its rhythm as you laughed.

A coaxed a faux pout on his lips, “I don't know, maybe once I fuck you properly I will.” teasingly pinching your sides.

Pushing your hips firmly against his own. You felt the prominent bulge twitch against your ass. The feeling alone caused you to flush greatly. 

“You feel that, huh? Feel what you do to me?” He groaned as he rutted his hips against yours. Slotting his throbbing bulge against your sensitive pussy. Laughing breathlessly at the lulling pleasure that coursed through him. 

The bulbous tip was an angry red, thick veins running along its shaft. A small pebble of pre cum formed at the tip. You felt a cool shiver run down your spine, swallowing dryly, your eyes flickered back up to his own. 

Mark chuckled dryly at your timid expression, “What? Scared? I'll be gentle…for now,” his hold around your plush waist tightened. 

Tearing your gaze away from him, “You have to promise, I've never done anything like this before,” you mumbled. 

“I promise, princess.” 

He aligned himself with your quivering hole. He ran his cock against your labia, bumping it against your twitching clit.  Laughing dryly at your whined pleas, “Aww, you want me that badly, baby?”

You nodded your head furiously. Knitting your brows with a bubbling frustration. Moaning against the kiss, lifting you with ease and sinking you onto his cock.

His eyes rolled back at your tight, warm walls, clamped down on him. Choking back a moan, “Jesus, you're still so tight.” He growled, 

You hissed at the burning pain; the stretch was unbelievable. You leaned back into his embrace, he pressed wet kisses against your face, whispering a slew of praises. “Doing so good f’me princess,” his grip on your thighs was firm, almost bruising your supple skin. 

Finally bottoming out inside, Mark had to restrain himself from busting right there. Your warm walls were practically fluttering against him, urging him. “Just relax…okay? I'll only start moving when you tell me, okay?” 

“Okay,” batting the tears from your eyes, your gaze lingered on his. Admiring the love that swivelled through his eyes. You felt your heart swell with appreciation, ghosting kisses along his face. Tapping his bicep softly to urge him to move. 

Mark lifts you off before slamming you back down. You both released a breathy moan. Continuing the slow tempo, the languid sound of skin slapping echoed against the walls. 

Moans flowed from your lips, the unbearable heat of pleasure coursed through your veins like hot magma. The sweet pleasure had you intoxicated, his cock, thick and long, reached the deepest parts of you. 

Mark was no better, a sheen layer of sweat causing his hair to stick to his forehead. The slow drag of his became faster and faster, with each drag having pleasure pumping like lava through his bloodstream. 

The thick scent of sex wafted through the vacant room. Only the wet slap of skin and whimpers bouncing off its walls. His pace became brutal, snapping hips up—his cock kissing the deepest parts of you. “Shit, your really sucking me dry princess. Begging for me to fill this pussy up.”

Your walls subcounciously spasm around his cock making him sputter. “You like that, princess? Fuck, gonna pump you full,” you could hardly tell what he was rambling about anymore, teetering closer to the edge of release with each thrusts.

Your hold on him tightened, hips twitching as your vision became blotchy, simmering pleasure crashing down in waves. You let out low wail as Mark continues his pace, prolonging your orgasm. He came shortly after, hips stuttering with gritted teeth, ropes of thick cum sputter filling you up. 

You breath slowed as your body grew limp, the slow beat of his heart nearly lowling you to sleep was swiftly ruined with a sharp thrusts of his hips. 

“You thought I was done? Princess we’ve just gotten started.”

[kikithekiwi19]

MY SHAYLAH

Lil Rengoku blurb :p

Warnings: Some sexual content!

Just imagine him coming home from another mission - sweaty, debauched, and tired. His eyes only seem to light up once he sees you, his beautiful wife, all soft and sweet. His fatigue seems to disappear the moment he crosses that threshold and you kiss him, his hands coming up to cup your rounded cheeks. Something inside him just seems to snap as your heavier body presses against his muscular form, an almost primal urge to feel his wife. Before you can properly greet him, you’re thrown over his solid shoulder as if you weigh nothing. You’d be lying if you said you dreaded the moment he comes home, all teeth and tongue, but God - you crave it. You can’t even fathom how long it’s been now, pinned on your back, your thighs pushed against your stomach, only forcing your rolls closer together. Usually this would embarrass you, but feeling his thick cock plunge into your poor wet pussy, you feel worshiped. Your moans and cries mingle with heavy breathing, grunts, and groans, the room humid with lust and devotion. His eyes are glued to the spot where you’re connected, his length sinking into your soaked folds. He spreads you wider, rubbing your puffy clit and relishing in your whimpers. He can’t take his eyes off your pussy, he second favourite place to be, every spasm only gripping him tighter, making it nearly impossible for him to ever want to leave. You wouldn’t even know he’s cumming if not for the renewed desperate movements, his toned hips slamming against yours as he loses himself inside you. You cum in concession, soaking each other in bliss as your cries bounce off the walls. It doesn’t take long for him to pounce on you again, clutching your hand tightly as he sinks back into you with a breathy noise. These are the moments you thirst for when he comes home, your usually stoic and heroic husband turned into a simpering mess because of your body.

GUYS I NEED THIS MAN SO BAD OML I KNOW HE'S A MUNCH

[kikithekiwi19]

YES LORD YES

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 yours. Nights like those could be better than sex; his mind would remain innocent 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, Mark was constantly fighting, again? Right, the Mauler Twins. 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 pulsed. 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?” He rasped absentmindedly 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.

[kikithekiwi19]

Facts 🗣🗣

anyone x chubby reader really soothes my soul

[kikithekiwi19]

*ੈ✩‧₊Welcome to my Blog!

Call me Snoopy |She/Her! Black!

Simply a place to escape reality for a little bit.

All my little fics will be female chubby reader!

And I'll post whatever else I feel like, you might see some whack stuff on here lmao.

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HxH

Invincible

Demon Slayer

JJK

Twisted Wonderland

Genshin Impact

AOT

Black Butler

╰┈➤General Guidelines

The things I do write are a mix of fluff and smut.

Potentially dabbling in more heavier things of gore and violence. You've been warned!

Overall just here for fun and to enjoy nerd culture!

All photos are not mine!

[kikithekiwi19]

A little WIP

I'm working. Working hard to please you.

My love for Mohawk Mark transcends everything. I need to see this man absolutely infatuated with chubby reader. 🤭

[kikithekiwi19]

Literally just a little blurbo.

Warnings: Sexual themes and talk.

But like what if when Mohawk returns from the deserted dimension and is trapped in mainstream timeline with Mark and his s/o.

Mohawk already makes a sworn enemy out of you. Throwing snide comments around you and what not. Since he couldn't fully process that he found reader attractive.

How confused he got everytime he wondered how soft she was. How pretty you looked frustrated from his 'teasing.' How pretty your lips would be wrapped around his cock.

He's low key jealous that mainstream Mark gets to have a cutie like yourself all to himself and feisty one too.

Gets so bad to the point he's on the other side of your room door, fisting his aching cock like a pathetic loser while Mark dicks you down.

And like Mark shows him the light of fucking a chubby cutie for the 1st time. Being dicked down by two aliens? I wish you and your pussy the best of luck.

Might have to actually write this one 🤭😋

[kikithekiwi19]

WHERE ARE THE MARK GRAYSON X CHUBBY READER FICS?! I'M STARVING OUT HERE.