#Invincible amazon

[tearvls]

Thinking about Mark Grayson and his first time eating cunt.

Smut, cringe dialogue, clueless Mark

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Mark had fought aliens, survived near-death experiences, and navigated the insane chaos of teenage life and superhero responsibilities. But nothing—and absolutely nothing—prepared him for this.

You were panting softly under him, cheeks flushed, legs parted, and Mark looked like he was trying to solve a calculus problem with his tongue.

“Mark,” you gasped, threading your fingers through his hair.

“Wait—am I doing it wrong?” he asked, pulling back slightly, brows drawn in the most adorably confused furrow.

You bit your lip, somewhere between frustrated and charmed. “No, baby, you’re just… overthinking it.”

Mark blinked. “There’s a lot going on! I mean, there's… folds? And, uh—clit! I found that part! But do I just, like, lick it? Or is it more of a… suck situation?”

You covered your face, laughing despite yourself. “It’s not a vending machine, Mark.”

His eyes widened. “Oh! Got it. No button mashing.”

“Exactly.”

There was a pause. Then, he tilted his head, ever the determined honor student. “Okay. So. If you moaned when I did this—” he gave a tentative, slow lick “—then I should do more of that, right?”

Your spine arched. “Yes! Yes. Don’t stop—”

Mark grinned like he’d just won a game level. “Science!”

“Mark, if you say ‘science’ down there one more time—”

But whatever threat you had died on your tongue, replaced with a breathy moan as he finally got into a rhythm, guided by your reactions and his genuine desire to please. He wasn’t perfect, but he was learning, and the sheer earnest effort he put into worshipping you had your heart fluttering alongside your thighs shaking.

Later, as you collapsed together in a tangle of limbs and blankets, Mark propped himself on his elbow and asked, completely serious, “Do people not talk about how complicated vaginas are? Because that was like trying to decode an alien language.”

You laughed, swatting his chest. “I’d say you passed with flying colors, though."

He puffed out his chest proudly. “Next time, I’m bringing a diagram.”

You groaned. “Please don’t.”

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[crunchieclowniez]

invincible oc..what!!!!

[foursthemagicknumber]

Rae: SHUT UP SHUT UP I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD IM GOING TO KILL THE NEXT PERSON I FUCKING SEE SHUT UP!!!!!

Rex: Hiiiiiiiiiii!!!!!!

Zandale: HAHAHAHAHAAHA

Rex: I’m so happy to see you!

Rae:

Rex: How was your day?

[nana-au]

𝐁𝐅𝐅! 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 who, with his newly developed super hearing can totally hear his best friend touching herself from the house next door !

warnings: MDNI, afab/fem! reader, mentions of porn, masturbation, im so sorry this is rlly dirty

it's been exactly 14 minutes and 53 seconds since you began to touch yourself. you're watching porn - the overexaggerated moans coming from the speakers of your phone almost entirely blocking out the sounds of your own pleasure. you're gasping - each delve of your fingers into your entrance eliciting another sweet cry.

you were home alone for the weekend. obviously. and you were definitely taking advantage of it. what you didn't really consider is your childhood best friend who lived just next door - who also, conveniently, just recently developed superhuman abilities - could hear every micromovement you made: the rustling of your covers, the clicking sounds of your slick rubbing over your clit, the quiet moans you let out.

every. single. detail.

now mark knew what he should have done is put his headphones on and turn the sound up to max. he most definitely should not have stilled his own breathing to focus on each little shuttering gasps you let out. he absolutely should not be fisting his cock and matching the pace of your quickening fingers. but pre-powers mark could have only dreamed of his new abilities allowing him to hear his hot best friend watching porn to get herself off - and he definitely was not going to let the opportunity slip through his grasp.

he was in sync with you: groaning and squeezing the base of his length whenever you curled your fingers - his thumb teasing his weeping slit with every flick of your finger against your clit.

he could hear the clapping sounds of skin meeting skin coming from your phone and he squeezed his eyes shut - imaging the fat of your ass bouncing with every thrust of his into your needy pussy.

he didn't know how he was even lasting as long as he was - the thought of his hand being your welcoming cunt all while getting to listen to you make yourself squirm and cry... it was all too much. it must've been his viltrumite stamina that allowed him to hold off until you came.

when you do come, your voice overtakes the noise of the video playing and he can clearly hear the exact moment your walls flutter around your fingers upon meeting your climax.

he came immediately after, picturing you taking all of his cum while his aching cock dumped more and more of his load all over his taut stomach. his muscles flexed under the heat of his fresh load and he let out a long satisfying groan.

[artbyblastweave]

Something this season of Invincible has been doing that I find interesting is how it's engaging with the Superman archetype in the specific context of his role as the quote-unquote "top superhero-" what happens when "superhero" is enough of a demographic that you've got a bunch of moderately powerful ones, but then you've got one who's basically so overwhelmingly powerful compared to all the rest that from the perspective of the people in charge of planetary security, he's basically the only one who matters. There have been several subtle beats this season about how holding that position is distorting Mark's interactions with everyone around him without him even realizing- Robot leaves the Guardians not because he necessarily thinks Mark is right, but because he thinks it's important to stay on his good side. The Powerplex subplot has Scott's coworkers at the GDA expressly state that Mark is being granted infinitely more leeway by Cecil than anyone else would be, because he's their only plausible answer to the Viltrumites.

What's interesting is how they've made Rex the site of a lot of this. One of the first scenes of the season is him complaining about the needing constant adjustments to the hack-job prosthetic he was issued after the Lizard League debacle, juxtaposed against the bajillion dollar bespoke machine that was built for no purpose other than training Invincible specifically. When they go out into the field together, Rex is perfectly in his element against a single street-level opponent, but when Multipaul jumps him, Invincible has to pull his ass out of the fire via intense meatgrinder violence. It isn't a coincidence that in the same episode where (Debbie's boyfriend) Paul realizes the gulf between the impact his job has on the world and the impact that Mark and Oliver have, with Debbie assures him that it's okay to be normal- Rex gets his fatal crossing-the-Rubicon moment by refusing to retire with Rae.

Rae can read the writing on the wall here about the power scaling of the story she's in; capes like Invincible and Immortal brush off everything the world can throw at them, but she and Rex are gag characters- a couple extra bodies who, in the best case scenario, are somewhat useful to have around, and in the worst case scenario end up in the hospital for months at a time before getting stitched up and thrown back into the fray so the GDA can wring a little more utility out of them. But even though his lifestyle is very clearly going to get him killed, Rex refuses to quit because being a superhero- even a middling one- is all he has going on. He's never going to be as relevant as Invincible because he's nowhere near as powerful as Invincible, but if he doesn't keep throwing himself at the same kinds of problems Invincible does, he'd be nobody. He'd be Paul. Is being Paul worse than dying? Well, we're gonna find out in a minute

[vampiyahs]

finally someone notices what else hes capable of

[floatmeintothesun-2]

put a bow on it

tags - mark grayson x f!reader, blow jobs, 18+, short drabble

summary - just a little bit of fun between you and mark. You do indeed put a bow on it ;)

cw - MINORS DNI, NSFW CONTENT

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"This is so stupid."

"No, no, just humor me, babe."

"I did. I am. and now I'm saying it's stupid." Mark huffs crossing his arms and looking away from you. as if that will somehow hide his blush. Embarrassed. When you had brought it up earlier, he had just made a face and shrugged. He’s getting flustered now. You put a hand on his thigh to keep him still and he sighs, letting you do as you want.

And currently, you're doing exactly that. sitting pretty between your boyfriend's spread legs as he reclines back on your couch, hiding the flush on his cheeks with an exasperated hand. his cock is right in front of your face, thick and pretty and dripping with desperation.

Tantalizingly, it twitches in front of your face as you delicately peruse the soft, silk ribbons you bought specifically for this. The ten dollars costed for this was definitely well spent, you think as you lightly wrap a warm palm around him. Your other hand busies itself selecting a ribbon — pale pink and shimmery.

His eye twitches and you suppress a smirk as the muscles in his abdomen flex. Have you mentioned how good he looks? Have you mentioned the way that gorgeous flush compliments his pale features, dusting his cheeks and the tip of his dick?

“This one’s cute, isn’t it?” You ask, and he presses his lips together, eyes narrowing slightly.

“You’re enjoying this too much.” He accuses, not answering your question. Still though, he doesn’t move away as you wrap the thin, flimsy thing around his cock. His adams apple visibly bobs as he wrinkles his nose against the feeling. You coax him from softening with a few gentle pumps, earning a low hum from Mark.

“Maybe.” You acknowledge vaguely, neatly tying off the bow. Cute.

His neglected dick twitches when you press a kiss to the tip, and he inhales slowly. Your hand has never stopped it’s relentless up and down, and you know it’s torturing him. A pink tongue darts out to wet his lips and you hear his breath hitch. Hook.

Slowly, you draw your own tongue in a slow, lazy circle, pushing back the foreskin with a quick thumb. Salty, warm, a little soapy from whatever he used to wash himself — you entertain yourself by slowly moving down the shaft. Your cunt aches with every strained noise that escapes him, and you trace the veins arching up the thick flesh. Up and down you go, neatly avoiding disturbing the little bow. His jaw clenches when you take the tip into your mouth. Line.

“Fuuuck.” He whispers, staring up at the ceiling, hands clenched into the cushions. His hips rock up into your hot mouth, inching into the delicious wet heat that has him shivering. Sends ripples down his spine, electrocutes him from the inside out. His brain feels fried — frizzled. He can’t think about anything but the feeling of your mouth on his cock and that stupid bow on his dick that shouldn’t even be doing anything to him —

Shit. You’ve barely taken more than a couple inches, why is this affecting him so much?? It’s embarrassing, the way you unravel him so easily. Maybe it’s the way you look at him with those pretty eyes of yours. Maybe it’s the way you draw up and down his shaft. Maybe it’s the way you’re reaching down to touch his balls and — oh, oh damn.

Your smile is devilish. Sinker.

Suffice to say, the bow doesn’t survive the way Mark thrusts up into your mouth. Neither does your pussy when it comes to its turn.

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wowza this was sitting in my drafts since 2023 lol. Sorry for any spelling mistakes, I’m not a native English speaker

[melmov]

Episode 5 gave me feelings

[beeandthescreen]

DOES EVIL FROM BEYOND,OR FROM WITHIN?

Invincible OC time. You know how it is. A Viltrumite l, Thaddeus’ daughter, AND paired with Cecil. It’s so messy.

Here are fan comic crumbs. I’m taking this way too seriously and I think that’s very valid.

[tearvls]

He hates you but he's obsessed with you.

Viltrumite Mark x Male! Viltrumite Reader

Synopsis: Mark hates you. Hates how you outdo him in training, in strength, in everything. He hates how smart you are, how that cocky smiles fills your face when you destroy a building. But fuck if he doesn't love you and look up to you. He wants you dead, he wants to remember the day where you die with glee, but he also wants you his—and that's a weakness.

Tags/warnings: Death, obsession, violent themes, blood.

Mark Grayson hated you.

He hated the way your fist hit harder than his, how the sound of your boots cracked pavement louder, how the commanders whispered your name with reverence, and how even Nolan seemed to look at you like you were the future of the Viltrumite Empire. Not him. Not Earth’s golden boy. You.

And you? You just smiled. That same smug, perfect smile every time your boot pressed into another fallen rebel’s spine. That cocky grin when you ripped through a ship’s hull like tissue paper. It made his blood boil.

You were everything he should be. Stronger. Smarter. Meaner.

Worse still, you knew it.

“Try and keep up, Grayson,” you had said once, after leveling a city block with a punch that knocked three enemy soldiers out of orbit. You hovered above the wreckage, that stupid smirk carved into your face like you enjoyed it.

You did enjoy it.

He hated you for that too.

But no matter how much he wanted to see your head separated from your shoulders, how often he imagined it — your blood painting the battlefield, your smirk finally gone — he couldn’t get rid of the other feeling. The one that sickened him more than the hate. Desire. Admiration. Need.

It crept in late, when the bruises from sparring still throbbed under his skin. When the echo of your laughter haunted his ears. When he remembered the time you spared him in training — not out of mercy, but because you wanted him to suffer longer. He could still taste the blood in his mouth when you whispered:

“You're not ready to beat me, Mark. But maybe one day, I'll let you try.”

He wanted to tear your throat out. He wanted to kiss you. He wanted you dead. He wanted you to be his. And that contradiction ate him alive.

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It came to a head during a mission on Threx-5. A rebel base. Dozens of soldiers. And you, grinning like a devil with blood on your knuckles and ash in your hair. You made it look like art — violence turned into poetry.

“You’re slowing down,” you called over your shoulder as he landed behind you, panting.

“I’m being careful,” Mark snarled.

“Sure,” you said, smirking again. “That’s what we’re calling it now.”

He lunged. Rage cracked inside his skull like lightning. You met him without hesitation. Fists collided like meteors. The ground beneath you fractured. Sky split with thunder as the two of you clashed midair, moving faster than sound. He wasn’t fighting the rebels anymore — they were long dead. No. This was personal. This was hate. This was lust.

He drove a fist into your stomach, and for once — once — he saw the grin falter. And it thrilled him.

But you didn’t fall. You just wiped the blood from your mouth, blinked slowly, and whispered, “There you are.”

He never saw the next punch.

It sent him hurtling through a mountain. Ribs shattered. Vision spun. But even then — even then — all he could think was: God, he’s beautiful.

You floated down to him like the executioner you'd always been. Tall. Bloody. Glorious. You crouched beside him, head tilted like a predator studying its prey.

“Still think you can kill me?” you asked.

He coughed blood. “No.”

“Good.”

Then — the unthinkable. You leaned in. Your forehead pressed to his, hot breath ghosting across his lips. “But I’d let you try, Mark. If that’s what you really want.”

His heart nearly broke through his ribs.

He wanted to scream. Wanted to spit in your face. Wanted to kiss you. Wanted to die with your name in his mouth. And that — that was the worst betrayal of all. Because Mark Grayson hated you more than anything. And he loved you even more than that.

[demigoddessqueens]

Why are we 2 for 2? 🥲🫢💔

[therexter]

love this creature, the invincible

[nana-au]

thinking about an alternate mark whose first and only objective in the invincible war is to get to you. you were his first love - his only love, and he's missed you desperately...

in your universe you were too nervous to make a move and now it's too late since mark and eve are basically meant for each other... so when chaos hits and all the invincible variants come to wreak havoc and mark rushes to make sure you're safe, you don't understand why he's not out there saving the world with eve.

you're in his suffocating embrace when you ask him this and he stiffens briefly, before pulling away to look down at you. his eyes so full of adoration and he asks: "who's eve?"

[theology101]

Maybe the Reddit isn’t so bad if they posted this shit on main

[vampiyahs]

this was all i saw seeing this page from invincible returns i fear

[pfpanimes]

⌕ invincible • mark grayson.

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