#invincible drabble

[miya-rin]

dating a superhero isnt easy, the late nights and the arguments about him not being there when you need him leads to more nights alone than youd care to admit. however, the nights you do get to spend with mark grayson are fun. his personality hasnt changed much through age and it becomes very clear at night when he is tired. he will do anything to get what he wants even if it involves annoying you in the process.

“move over.” mark mutters for the 3rd time in a row. you tried to ignore him, honestly you did, but lord knows how annoying he can be when he doesn’t get his way.

“stop poking me, im trying to sleep.” you retort, attempting to come off as stern although you know he will never buy into it.

“ill stop if you move over.” he prods at you again. both of you know he could easily move you himself if he wanted to but this was way more fun for him.

“mark its a double bed, if you wanna lay down then do it, i dont have to move.”

“i want to lay there.” you can almost hear the grin on his face, he knows exactly how to push your buttons and it is working right now.

“are you actually kidding me right now?” you perch yourself up on your elbows and the only thing you can do is laugh at his remark, your smile mirrors his and he knows he has won. “all of this space and you need to sleep right here?”

“exactly that.”

“you can sleep on the sofa for all i care, im not moving invincible” your mocking tone hits him deep down, it reminds him of how you used to mess with him at the very start of your relationship, when he was still new to being a superhero.

“oh wowww, youre gonna pull that card?” the giggle you let out only amplifies his need to aggravate you. he pulls the bedsheets off of you which elicits a screech from you as the cool air hits your bare legs, a drastic difference from the warm blanket you were just snuggled up in. “you know im gonna end up in that spot baby, you might as well just move now.” your lack of a response causes him to pick you up, place you on the floor and climb into bed himself.

“mark what the fuck?” you laugh as you climb up from the floor. you begin pulling on his arm to try and drag him away from where you were previously laying to no avail. instead he manages to wrap his arms around you and pull you into a bear hug with you simultaneously trying to claw your way out of it.

he pulls you closer into him and sputters out a small “shhh dont fight it.” which is followed by a hearty laugh from you as you continue to kick around to try and escape. this continues for longer than youd imagine, tiring you out and meaning you finally stop writhing around so much to the point where he can pull you on top of him and place your head on his chest gently, one of his legs between both of yours and a hand carding its way through your hair. “see baby, i told you i would win this.”

“youre an asshole, you know that?” there is no cruel intent behind it, but he still needs to be reminded.

“yeah, but im your asshole.” he says before turning your bedside lamp off and falling asleep to the sound of your soft breathing.

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

Now I never watched invincible or read the comics but from the clips I’ve seen and what the wiki says about him, but I can tell he’ll be one of those sickly sweet/delusional types of yandere.

(Look, I need me some yandere Mark with male reader or gender neutral, and wouldn’t mind if someone turned this into a fic.)

Like you told him you’re breaking up with him. You get that he’s a hero and the world needs him but you need him as well. You know that he’s strong yet you worry about his safety ever waking hour, messaging him if he’s okay. You’ve always been pushed to the side, barely get any attention or acknowledgement. Mark is confused and tries to play it off with a laugh.

“You don’t mean that right? Don’t say we’re over…”

You reaffirmed that it’s over before taking your leave.

Mark was left distraught. He really, really loves you… he understands that maybe he should’ve showed you more, been there more. Maybe he expected you to wait for him…

He turns to Eve and William and see how they both think. William was more… blunt and honest about it and Eve showed sympathy for him. Mark still pondered… that’s when it clicks: you didn’t stop loving him, he lost you because he didn’t show you love! Surely that’s it.

Mark just needs to remind you about the good times and love.

He starts love bombing you: gifts, showing up everywhere, flowers, calling, and texting. Yet, you ignored them and told him that there’s no chance of it ever working out. Devastated, Mark figures he needs to try harder.

That leads him to taking you. You find Mark in your home, teary eyed and soft spoken. “You were going to leave… I can’t let that happen.” So, he snatches you and flies you to an undisclosed location (or his place but that’s stupid but maybe interesting.)

The room was decorated with everything you liked. It felt like home, smelt like home, but it wasn’t. You were about to freak out but Mark shushes you.

“You said you wanted more time with me… now we have all the time in the world!”

Mark visits you constantly after hero work or studies. He brings you food, games, comics, anything you want. To spend more time with you, he lies to Debbie and Nolan about going to see William or Eve for the night. Cuddling you as he slept but you were wide awake, but you couldn’t do nothing.

He truly believes he’s fixing and healing you both

You tried screaming and fighting back, even escaping but nothing. Mark begins to get annoyed but he never lays his hands on you. He’ll just guilty trip you.

“Why do you do this? After everything I’m doing to make things work… everything I’ve done for us… I’ll always be here for you…”

And if you think Mark is bad… just wait till you encounter his variants from other dimensions

Author’s note: maybe when I stop being a pussy about seeing gore and violence, I’ll watch invincible.

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[wordsofwhimsy]

“I took it like a grown man, crying on the pavement, hoping you would show your face.”

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mark loves you in every dimension. every timeline. every universe.

but for sinister, you are nothing more than a ghost, haunting every corner of his mind.

you couldn’t understand when he started to change into this version of himself. you didn’t approve. you loved him – why would hurt you like this? why would he treat your world – your home – like an afterthought?

he was teetering on the edge of oblivion, and you were the tether that kept him upright in the light. until, one day, you were fighting. yelling. crying. you stormed out of the house, telling him not to follow as you slammed the car door shut and drove away. he never listened to anyone anymore, but he listened to you. so he stayed.

god, why did he stay?

it had only been twenty minutes. not even half an hour that you’d been gone. he was on the couch, trying to justify his darkening mindset by watching the fucked up reality that was the 24 hour news cycle. another war, another bombing, another human trafficking ring.

and then, a car crash. a semi that lost control of its breaking system. barreled straight through an intersection at a red light. the news painted it like a miracle that only one car was hit.

his stomach turned inside out.

no no no no no no.

he didn’t even open the door. blew through it like paper and cut through the sky with a sonic boom. he couldn’t think a single thought other than no. no no no.

but he knew the minute he reached that street. knew the minute he collapsed into the fires and gasoline. he was on his knees, curled over himself. the whine of sirens echoing in his ears drowned out the sound of his own cries.

please god don’t do this – please please please don’t take her – PLEASE i have never asked you for anything i just need a miracle, an angel—

his prayers were answered in the form of a uniformed medical personnel placing a hand to his shoulder, asking if he knew the victim. telling him you were in an ambulance. he couldn’t bring himself to sit in the back with you – as if it would be different if he just didn’t look. he sat in the passenger seat, every muscle in his body visibly shaking. his eyes tight as he starred out the windshield.

“[y/n], do you feel okay? are you okay?” he asked you.

you never answered, and he couldn’t handle the truth in the silence. he needed to hear your voice, needed to hear you telling him you were fine.

but it never came.

the driver flipped off their sirens before they’d even reached the hospital. mark’s nails dug so harshly into his palms they bled.

your face was covered with a white sheet when they wheeled you out at the ambulance bay. some faceless EMT tried to tell him not to think too much about it – that it was just procedure. he would’ve killed them at any other time for talking to him as if he were dumb. he knew this wasn’t procedure. he knew what this meant.

and yet, he wanted to believe them.

It felt like a lifetime, but was probably closer to an hour, when the doctors came out and told him. you had been with child.

suddenly all he could see when he closed his eyes was his child, crying inside your stomach.

mark reshaped the entire landscape of the planet in his grief, his teeth ripping out of his head as he screamed through every punch, every dive of his body through a mountainside, every ocean that boiled beneath his heat.

he lived his life with restless nights and haunted nightmares from that day forward. and he, along with humanity, never knew peace, or love, again.

—

this first line is from the song 'I Can Feel a Hot One' by Manchester Orchestra

the whole thing takes snippets from the lyrics

[ruusawa]

i saw your dad mark HCs... Now hear em out- Bringing the baby home to Debbie

Probably fluffy

But I ❤️ Debbie and ik she would be an amazing grandma (I haven't read comics so idk I'm just trusting her)

oh my god! yes, yes, yes.

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“I’ve got her,” Mark says softly, moving to take the car seat from your hands. He has the baby bag slung over his shoulder, and his hair is all ruffled. “Are you sure?” you ask softly. “Yes, I’m sure, come on.” Mark leads you up the pathway to his mom’s house. You can’t help but admire him, broad shoulders, muscles visible from the tight t-shirt, baby seat in one arm. Yeah, you love him, really love him. You stand side by side, waiting for Debbie to answer the door. Debbie smiles softly to let you both in, gasping, cupping her hands over her mouth as she lays eyes on your daughter for the first time. “Hey, Mom,” Mark presses a kiss to his mom’s temple, heading into the lounge and placing the baby seat down, kneeling to carefully get the newborn out. Debbie pulls you into a hug, “well done, dear,” she says to you softly. Turning to see Mark cradling your daughter in his arms, you swear you see Debbie’s eyes get wet. “Mom?” Mark asks, his eyes widening at the show of emotion. “You’re all grown up,” Debbie says quietly, wiping at her eyes before clearing her throat. “Now, hand me my grandbaby.”

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debbie would be nana of the year, honestly. i haven't read the comics either but i've just decided that's canon.

girl dad mark and super nan debbie is rotting my brain

thank you anon for this idea i love it

[midnightshindig]

could we get hc’s/a drabble for a reader who’s cecil’s daughter x rex? keep up the great work 🙏

Rex Splode X Cecil’s Daughter! Reader

(Omggg I love this request, thank you sm!!!)

You worked closely with your father, partly because you were the best supervillain profiler in the world and partly because he loved you dearly

After the life he’s lived, Cecil knew the safest place was with him and Donald at HQ.

But you couldn’t just stand around and look pretty, no no, he insisted you learned a trade

and I mean hey, you get good at what comes easy, right?

so you ended up being the top profiler for the GPA, figuring out a villains motive and analyzing the best course of action from hundreds of thousands of miles away, with only information gleaned from surveillance drones and the Guardian of the Globes’ radio comms descriptions

This is how you met Rex

Like your father, you were efficient to a fault

like your father, you made few mistakes and took pride in your work

Unlike your father, you sounded cute as hell

and Rex noticed.

it started off innocent enough, with him being the most descriptive of the Guardians when it came to villain descriptions:

”OH MY GOD FUCKING SHIT HES GOT A GUN OEJABTBNWNT-“

”Uhhhh temperament? Well shit Y/n he’s got a temper he’s TRYING TO MURDER ME AGRHAHR-“

“No I have no idea what her agenda is- but she kicks like a fu-cking mule and I can’t get her to back off of me!”

mostly just whining. Actually, almost exclusively whining.

You built up a rapport over time, like audio pen pals, or a really shitty podcast for the other to listen to.

eventually, you started chatting over comms even outside of missions.

”heyyyy y/n, are you online?”

”Yes Rex, you know I stay on during the day. Is there a threat?”

”Naw I just thought you’d want to hear me drink sixteen beers in five minutes”

”why would I want to-“

the sound of chugging and metal being crushed, followed by the horrific noises of a newly emptied stomach followed suite.

Your father didn’t approve, not because of intermingling work and pleasure, he knew the best source for companionship is within the industry

bit Rex?

*glances over at Rex trying to drink a beer immediately after throwing up sixteen beers*

are you trying to send him into an early retirement?

but he’s your dad and ultimately he figures you could do Rex some good

so at the Guardians Christmas party, he introduces you:

”Uhm, I’d like you all to meet Y/n, she’s the chief profiler you’ve been communicating with for the last few months. She is also my daughter, but I trust you will respect her as the professional she is.”

Rex is on you immediately

Cecil is regretting all his life choices

he should’ve gotten you a puppy and Rex a tomagatchi. Or actually nothing because he doesn’t care about Rex.

buuuuut he cares about you, and what kind of father would he be if he didn’t try and facilitate you being happy?

so you and Rex meet in person for the first time, and he’s a mess.

”Heyyyyy hot stuff, we gotta get you a video camera or something because god damn!”

you raise an eyebrow with a smile, and take a long, agonizingly quiet sip from your drink.

before spitting it into the cup

he can’t help but laugh when he realizes what’s happen

”Oh yeah! I spiked the punch, it’s so highschool Cecil didn’t think I’d actually do it!”

”Jesus Christ- what the fuck did you spike it *with*?” You ask indignantly, your mouth burning

His Face is smug as ever “Everclear”

After everyone (including you and Rex) get belligerently drunk, Cecil cancels workplace parties.

It brings good things, however, breaking the ice for future in-person hangouts

he may not be able to fly you around the world like Mark, but he can treat you to a pretty impressive firework show whenever you want

the first time he does this is the time he asks you out.

You’re on the mountain outside the base, and he says he’s got “something special to show you”

Please don’t throw up sixteen beers again please please please-

A mirage of colors and shapes flash across the sky

He looks back at you after finishing, the last firework delayed enough to erupt into a burst of pinks and reds when he asks you

”Uhm- I know it’s super unprofessional and your dad will totally kick my ass if I mess this up, but would you wanna go on a date sometime?”

Your profiling skills didn’t pick THAT up

You blink. Hard.

”like. With you?”

he furrows his brow in embarrassed anger and takes a few huffy breaths, folding his arms

”Uh. Yeah. With me!” He frowns even more, his anger breaking to reveal a glimmer of anxiety

this boy is so nervous please just answer him

and do you do, standing up from your perch on the snowy mountainside and putting your gloved hands in his

”Yeah- I mean- that’s agreeable to me if it’s agreeable to you.”

somewhere like hundreds of miles away, Cecil sighs in relief for the first time in decades.

so you and Rex start dating!

he’s a bit of a gym rat, and most of your interaction is still over comms, since he’s so busy saving the world and stuff

wow your boyfriend is so cool!

but you also carve out time to show Rex the cool stuff your dad has taken you to see over the years.

its a little weird for Rex

”Yeah- this is my dads favorite painting- and this is where we go to get ice cream- and-“

Rex isn’t sure he knows how to interact with Cecil after learning his favorite broadway musical. Or that he has one at all.

Cecil isn’t sure how to react when your bedroom cork board is no longer sparse, but filled with Polaroids and photo strips of you and his employee slash superhero lackey. Kissing. Eugh.

Rex values your skills, and often makes a game out of people watching with you

”The guy with the huge dick energy, in the green hoodie.”

”Mmmm…. Kelptomaniac with a fent problem, looks like he has early onset arthritis and an iron deficiency. Most likely to rob a combination grocery store and pharmacy.”

”that’s brutal! Okay what about the girl with the huge… um… tank top. Striped, by that statue!”

”Developed quickly, has crow feet and probably did ballet as a child, but stopped around middle school. Her hair looks natural but is dyed, likely from ginger to brown based on the undertones. She has a twitch in her arm and a shakiness in her eyes, probably low blood sugar. Hence-“ you gestured to the ice cream cart next to her “Why she’s in line. Like we should be, cmon!”

you pull him over and get ice cream, he gets rocky road every time, and always insists on getting a bite of whatever you got

Bonus:

Rex and Cecil are both relatively bad at the traditional family dynamic

but Rex wants to”meet the parents” like he never could with Eve for obvious reasons

so you bring him to hq for the Superbowl

Every year you, Cecil, and Donald stream the Super Bowl on a side screen while carrying out your regular duties, along with a cheap plastic football shaped bowl of potato chips, Donald’s favorite, and a smaller bowl of peanut m&ms, Cecil’s favorite.

Rex studies really hard on the Eagles and the Chiefs

only to realize nobody except Donald actually gives a shit how the game plays out

rex scores MAJOR brownie points with Donald though

and since he’s like basically an uncle to you, he counts it as a win

cecil thinks he’s lame

”if you put this much effort into training as you do trying to impress me via an archaic bid to my masculinity, the world might actually be a safe place.”

ouch.

Rex eats all the peanut m&Ms in revenge

[bunji-enthusiast]

Bunji hear me out 🙏🥺👀. So imagine a satoru gojo!reader in the invincible. Mark down bad for her (you've seen the girls cosplaying him 😍👀) , homegirl would just be out saving lives just for the fun of the game . Ciecil would hate to see gojo!reader coming since most know how much gojo hates the higher ups in jjk and feel like she'd just love messing with him . Anissa and conquest trying to be funny with her man mark end up split on the ground . Invincible war ending before angstorm levy can try another one of his villain monologues . Please bunji 🙏🥺

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Mark Grayson x Fem!Gojo!Reader (something’s there lol)

Summary || your existence was something unexpected, both infuriating to most, but also a pillar of strength when needed.

Note // superrr tired, but I liked writing this one. I only addressed the events that occurred with Anissa in the show, Invincible War and Conquest happen right after eachother (I’m too pussy to write those things just yet lmao).

Mark was sent by the Coalition of Planets to investigate a dimensional rift. He expected a universe-threatening villain. Instead, he crash-landed in the middle of a battlefield where [Name] Gojo was already handling things—casually levitating mid-air, arms crossed, while cursed spirits vaporized trying to land a hit.

Mark tries to step in to help. You stop him with a finger to his chest and a smirk: “You’re cute. But also in the way.”

Mark is stunned. Not just by your power, but your vibe—like you knows your the strongest and wants him to watch you prove it.

He respects strength, but he’s not used to someone being so… cocky about it. Meanwhile, you find his earnestness both adorable and a little exhausting.

Mark is the heart. Your the sharp edge. You fight for fun, for pride, because it’s a game of domination. Mark fights because he has to. It leads to arguments—but also epic synergy in battle.

People mistake you both for a couple constantly—Mark’s flustered, you lean into it. “Can you blame them?” You says, ruffling his hair. “You’re always chasing after me.”

Mark offers to fly you somewhere. You pretend to be impressed… then levitate beside him just to make a point. Next time, you ‘forget’ and lets him carry you bridal-style through a sky battle just for the bit.

Battle banter consists of something like this:

Mark: “We should try not to kill them!”

You: “They tried to kill us. You’re too soft. Want me to toughen you up, sunshine?”

Mark: “Please don’t call me that.”

Your sparring sessions are practically relationship therapy. You like pushing his limits; Mark wants to prove he can beat you. He never does—but he does improve. And you notice.

Mark reminds you of your younger self—before the arrogance fully settled in, back when you still had Suguru. His compassion gets under your skin in ways that surprise you. You sees potential in him, maybe even a kind of moral compass. Not that you’d admit it.

It’s painfully obvious. He’ll deny it to his dying breath, but he always stands a little too close, always looks a little too long. The others tease him. You just raise an eyebrow: “He blushes when I breathe near him.”

You both lost someone close—Mark with his father’s betrayal, you with Suguru’s fall. One night, during a rare calm moment, Mark asks if you ever wonder if you could’ve saved him. You go quiet. Then: “Every day.”

You claim your stronger than any Viltrumite. Mark says “no way.” So you make him hit you with everything he’s got. He does. You smiled through it.

Mark wouldn’t stand a chance. You would absolutely dominate the relationship. Not in a cruel way—but you loves being the most powerful being in the room, and Mark would lowkey love being the guy who got you to open up.

You call him “baby Viltrumite.” He calls you “Queen of Chaos” when he’s flustered.

Your the kind of couple that people warn you about: loud, passionate, terrifyingly good at fighting, and stupidly in love beneath the surface tension.

The golden light casts long shadows over the ruined shoreline. The cruise ship lies grounded, metal groaning as rescue crews scramble to help the injured. The monster’s corpse still steams in the distance.

You watch from a short distance, arms folded, your tight black shirt speckled with ocean spray and blood that isn’t yours.

Mark’s voice is raised now, his fists clenched. “You don’t get to lecture me about humanity! You don’t care about this world!”

Anissa steps forward, calm, firm, a little too sure of herself. “I care enough to warn you. Earth is weak. You are weak. You’ll understand soon, Mark.”

The tension snaps.

Mark lunges at her, anger driving his punch. Anissa blocks, but just barely—he’s stronger now, more focused, more dangerous. Still, she’s older. Sharper. Viltrumite-born.

The two of them collide like thunder, fists cracking like lightning across the sky. Sand explodes in geysers as they slam into the beach, sending terrified civilians scattering for cover.

Then—

Time halts.

A shimmer in the air. A stillness. And suddenly, you’re there—standing between them.

Mark’s fist stops just short of your shoulder.

Anissa’s next strike halts midair.

Both of them freeze.

You tilt your head, smiling that lazy, arrogant smile of yours. “Wow. You two really know how to ruin a sunset.”

“[Name]?” Mark stammers, stumbling back slightly. His expression softens—for a moment, relief flooding his face.

You glance at the crushed sand around you, the frantic screams from nearby civilians, the cracked pavement where someone nearly died. Your smile fades.

“You wanna break each other’s bones, fine. But do it without turning humans into collateral damage.” Your voice dips. Cold. Sharp. “I don’t do messy team-ups.”

Anissa narrows her eyes. “Who are you supposed to be?”

You blink, and suddenly you’re inches from her. She didn’t even see you move.

You lean in, eyes gleaming behind your bangs. “The reason you’re still breathing.”

And with that, you tap her chest—nothing more.

She flies backward like a meteor, skipping across the waves with a deafening crash. The ocean hisses around her impact site, the water parting from sheer kinetic force.

Mark stares, slack-jawed. “…I had that under control.”

You shrug, stepping back beside him. “Sure, sunshine. But you were taking way too long.”

He opens his mouth, closes it, then sighs. “She said I was her ‘first warning.’ That the others are coming.”

Your expression hardens. For a brief flicker, your usual smugness cracks.

“Let them.”

Your voice is quiet. Final. Like you already know how this ends.

Now, the air smells like salt and ozone.

Rescue drones hum overhead. EMTs load the last few injured passengers onto stretchers. The wreckage from the cruise ship smolders in the distance, but the beach is mostly cleared now, thanks to your timely arrival. Civilians lived. No one got flattened. Clean work.

Mark stands near the water’s edge, hands on his hips, bruised, scuffed, and visibly rattled. He’s still watching the spot where Anissa vanished after your hit sent her flying halfway into next week.

You appear beside him without warning—no sound, no shift in the air. Just there.

He flinches. “Do you always sneak up on people like that?”

You smirk. “Only the cute ones.”

Mark groans, scrubbing his face. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet,” you gesture to the mostly intact beach, “incredibly effective.”

He exhales slowly, his shoulders sinking. “Thanks. For saving the people. And… probably me.”

You glance at him sidelong. “That was your thank you? You sound like someone just told you your dog ran away.”

Mark chuckles softly, but there’s no humor in it. “She said they’re coming. Stronger ones. That I should’ve joined her. She sounded so sure I’d break eventually.”

You pause.

Then you reach out and flick his forehead—lightly, but enough to snap him out of the spiral.

“Hey,” you say, voice low. “You’re not breaking. Not while I’m around.”

He looks at you, really looks. There's weariness in his eyes, that deep-soul tiredness he carries after every fight where the odds were rigged from the start.

“But you won’t always be around,” he says quietly.

You don’t answer right away.

Instead, you walk ahead a few steps, letting the waves lap at your slippers, arms crossed. The wind whips your hair, your silhouette sharp and untouchable against the dying sun.

“I don’t stick around for many people,” you finally admit. “Most aren’t worth the trouble. Too weak. Too scared. Too boring.”

You glance over your shoulder at him.

“But you… you keep getting up.”

Mark’s brows lift slightly.

“You think that makes me strong?”

“I think it makes you stupid.” A beat. “But the right kind of stupid.”

He laughs, a little more real this time.

Then—more hesitantly—he steps up beside you. “So what now?”

You shrug. “Now? We prepare. Train. Fight. Win.”

Mark nods. Then, quieter: “And if we don’t?”

You flash him a wicked smile, eyes glinting. “Then we make sure the world remembers we went down swinging—and looking damn good doing it.”

He laughs again. Then looks at you for a long moment, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I meant what I said earlier. You scare me sometimes.”

You tilt your head, amused. “Flattery’ll get you everywhere.”

He shakes his head, but he’s smiling now. “Yeah. I figured.”

[starandcloud]

You could just... ya know...

Y/N: getting powers and freaking the fuck out, breaking Mark's shoulder

Onmi-man: I'm gonna kill it.

Mark: Or we could... not?

Y/N: No no, that's fine! If that's easier you can kill me! That's fine!

Omni-man: See, it wants to die Mark!

Mark: No- Jesus fucking... No one is killing ANYONE!

[stareiiez]

Fully masked Invincible is the sweetest variant you've met. Sure, he's killed people, but everyone makes mistakes, and the way he says, ' I'm sorry for every little thing,' is a lot cuter in your books. A true textbook bottom cutie, but he argues he can top for real if given a chance.

he saves you from the civilian casualties that one of the other variants created. he bridal style carries you through the clouds and profusely apologizes when you're shaking in his arms from being too cold and being held so tight in his arms. he even apologizes for not even being your mark grayson, you're not his but he can't help but touch you like you really are his.

when the two of you are settled on the city's outskirts, and safe from the death and screams. he cups your face in his gloved hands, staring at you from his goggles. he's missed you. he's missed the two most important women in his life. he just needs to get his mom now and take all three of you home. his body is ragged and high-strung under the pads of your fingers, and he halfway chokes on a sob when you don't hold any malice in your pretty gaze when you look at him.

he's always been such a tender lover, sweet on the lips and heavenly in the bedroom; a true fallen angel that never chose a side on the day of reckoning in heaven.

the third time he apologizes is for the way he kisses you when he tugs the mask halfway over his nose and smashes your mouths together just because he can't stand the silence between you two. he tastes like desperation and yearning. Perhaps the tiniest bit of sin when his teeth latch on your bottom lip and suck it into his mouth so he can hear you sigh openly.

However, you don't mind. his sorries escalate from his half-chubbed boner rubbing against your hip to saying sorry for how you writhe and tense on soft patchy grass when his thick dick stretches you out in ways that feel like you're being torn in two. He isn't sorry for cumming too quickly, because he makes up for it in his pussy eating skills later on.

[tokoyamisstuff]

Random thought how good do you think each invincible variant would be at eating 😺 is there any of them who would be an actual munch

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Sis, don't- it's not worth it...

Other variants under the cut!

Omnivincible is more skilled than most of them. I just feel like he's got a mature approach and wouldn't just mindlessly delve in like some horny teenager.

He'd take his sweet time, enjoying himself without necessarily wanting something in return. In general he takes great pride in causing you pleasure. Is also pretty creative. After all his strenght allows him to eat you out in positions you didn't even know were possible.

Thought you can only come once at a time? He'll prove you otherwise.

Movincihawk constantly brags about his 'superior technique' but at the bottom line he's not all that good at it, sorry.

It's not like he isn't skilled, but he's pretty selfish and impatient. Any kind of foreplay is not a priority for him in general, he likes to go straight to the point.

Fucks pretty well to make up for it though.

Sinister Mark acts like he's doing you a favor, but with how eager he buries himself between your legs it's evident to say he enjoys this as much - if not even more than - you.

This man pins your thighs apart and eats you out like a man starving. Your taste drives him fucking crazy, so yes it could happen that he bites down harder than he intended to.

Likes to eat you out on your period. No I will not elaborate.

Striped/Target Invincible is super vocal during the whole thing. His grunts and groans vibrate against your folds, he doesn't even notice the effect you have on him.

Hope you're ready for the whole range of dirty talk, mostly degrading but occasionally throwing in words of acknowledgement. Tells you how this is your place - beneath him, completely at his mercy.

Uses his fingers better than his tongue, but is fairly good at both. The combination will send you straight to heaven.

No Goggles Invincible is probably the biggest tease on the entire planet.

This man will push you to your absolute limits, reducing you to a whining, moaning, begging puddle of lust. But he's got no mercy, prolonging your sweet torture for as long as he can - you're only allowed to cum if he says you're done.

With him the thin line between pain and pleasure is blurred into a mixture of pure overstimulation, but goddamn it's worth it.

Viltrumite Mark isn't familiar with earth's customs of intimacy. In their culture, canonically, they solely have sex for procreation. Though we never saw Debbie complaining about Nolan either, so I'm confident he can learn.

Gets the hang of it pretty fast, and quickly grows insateable with this new form of closeness he never got to experience before. He's an absolute mess, almost breaking the bedframe as he pathetically humps the mattress, wanting more more more of you.

Needs lots of cuddles and to be told he did a good job afterwards, pretty please.

Prisoner Mark was in solitary confinement for over a year - prepare to be destroyed. R.I.P.

He'll dive in between your legs and won't leave this place until he's got his fill of you, which could take him a while so get cozy.

Not an inch of your body is left untouched, as if he intents to memorize every detail, just in case you'd slip from his grasp once again.

Be prepared to cum until your body gives up. Man's got to make up for the time he spent away from you.

Unmasked Mark is very gentle, almost cautious in his efforts as if you were a fragile flower one needed to properly care for or it'd wither. He still can't fully believe you're here with him, so he's extra anxious about doing something wrong.

You'll slowly and sensually be guided towards your orgasm, his eyes never leaving yours as he reverently observes your every reaction.

Expect some premium aftercare!

Fully Masked Invincible knows you inside and out, has memorized all the weak spots that make you sing for him. He is completely and utterly devoted to your pleasure, maybe even a little too eager in his efforts since he tends to forget himself in the process.

To him your body is a temple meant for worship, so you'd relentlessly get showered in praise and compliments while he explores your body.

Will initiate at every given opportunity, but never pushes it. He just wants to make you happy, really!

[swtheartz]

absolutely obsessed with healer!reader rn because while healing is seen as something so pure and beautiful—you’re such a dick. more akin to an exhausted office worker on a 9 to 5 (though you schedule is much worse, and twice as grueling), and running off of three cups of expensive coffee and grumbling your answer.

girl boss in high heels?? no. sleep deprived asshole in combat boots that will kick someone’s teeth in, heal them, then do it again.

and some freak on your team that gushes over you and secretly crushes some villain that tried to kill you while you’re not looking, and tells you to ignore the blood on their suit before going back to harassing you. you hate his guts meanwhile he has to hide in the bathroom and jerk off to try and get some energy out of his system to try and behave himself around you.

i’m on my monthly no one say anything to me rn.

[hanasnx]

Mark Grayson cums quickly, but his cock springs back up again just as quickly.

EARLY EJACULATION — m.grayson

“ i want to love you all night / tell me what you love and, baby, say what you like ” 🪽

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“Ah—wait, wait!” MARK GRAYSON’s grip tightens on your waist, effortlessly lifting you up and off his cock. The shaft already softening flops onto his taut abdomen, rising and falling with his rapid breath. He throws his head back into the pillow with a loud groan, and you roll your lip between your teeth at the sight of him. Chest flexed and wet with his sweat, glistening in the light while his adam’s apple relaxes low in his throat. With a plop, he sets you down onto his thighs, his cream leaking out of you in heavy drips.

You brush your hair back while you lean forward, keeping that lip pinned in your bite to conceal your stretching smile. “Mark,” you coo, crawling towards him to hover over him. His eyes remain closed, and you landscape your body over his, skin on skin, damp and hot. “I don’t mind,” you soothe, your claws coming to stroke through his sweaty hair. “really. I think it’s flattering.” you assure, propping your elbow on his pec to fix your chin on your palm, puppy-dog-eyeing him knowing your full weight on him feels like nothing. Fucking Invincible has its perks.

His hands come to clutch at your upper arms, and he peers up at you in a faux-frustration. “You’re just too good, baby. You don’t get it.”

“Oh, so it’s my fault.” you flirt, your grin worsening as you twirl a lock of his hair around your index. “I told you I wanted to go slow.”

“Yeah, at first. Then you were riding me like—“ That pink in his cheeks deepen, and he averts his gaze disobediently. His hand lets go of you to gesture vaguely in the air. “like- like that!” he struggles to find the words to describe how you were riding his hips like a bucking stallion.

“Aw, baby…” you purr, surging forward to rub your naked bodies together when you plant a chaste kiss at the corner of his lips. “Thought you could handle it, you were makin’ me feel so good.” your honeyed voice drips all over him, and his breath picks up. “Felt you so deep… right- here.” Your hips circle, massaging him between you two. His grip on you tightens, and you tense. That familiar phallic shape fills out, carving a space for itself while sandwiched between you. You press your lips together and palm your mouth in an attempt to hide your giggle. “Already?”

He meets your eyes again with a frown on his brows. “Shut up.”

“C’mon, Invincible. Ready for round two?”

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[d-u-c-k-a-s-i-c-k]

Mark Grayson and his girlfriend

Here he was, talking about some super dog, while she was more interested on raw dogging him. She tries- she really does- but he is honestly clueless because it’s been five “wow…” and three “that’s crazy…” and he still doesn’t get the hint that she wants to ride him until the bed caves in.

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“Mark? Baby?” She already has that heated look in her eyes, two fingers walking up from his knee to his pocket up to the waistband of his jeans. “Stop talking.”

He finally shuts up, a dusting of pink over his cheeks when she leans in close- too close for friends. Good thing they weren’t just friends.

“I love how you’re so… passionate sometimes, I really do. But I wanna hear something else.” She purrs in his ear, “can you do that for me baby? And not too loud, don’t want your mom to hear us.”

Her lips drag across his skin, from his cheek to his jaw, to finally his lips. “You gonna stop talking?”

“Uh-huh…” He gulps, feeling too hot yet he wouldn’t complain. Not when his girlfriend is deftly undoing his belt, not when she’s pulling the waistband of his jeans and boxers down together.

“Good.”

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

Maybe I should do Mark’s variants… but idk tbh.

[wordsofwhimsy]

i’m foaming at the mouth lately for lensless i swear

i love that he’s so multifaceted. like, he’ll be dom, sub, somewhere in between — he doesn’t gaf. he’s OBSESSED with you, like even if you’re not dating lmao

he’d just lazily drift in the air behind you, following as you walk to the store. you’d keep stopping, looking back up at him while he busies himself with something to look like you aren’t the reason he’s there. noo, never! he’s just counting leaves on this tree branch, or VERY fascinated by the bird shit crusting this 2nd floor window

at least he has the good sense to walk at the supermarket. even grabs a shopping cart — one that’s suspiciously loud with a wheel that seems like it’s about to fall off — and just HAPPENS to be going down every single aisle you are

you look behind you at one point, fully expecting to see him there, but find with a relieved sigh that the aisle is empty. did he finally remember he had havoc to reek somewhere else? you exhale and keep strolling, but just as you’re about to turn the corner—

CRASH

he’s colliding into your cart with his, eyes wide, grin wider. woooow, [y/n]! funny seeing you heeere!

your expression could not be more deadpan

yeah, real coincidence…

he shoves his cart brashly away from him, it barreling into a shelf of cereal with disregard. he closes the space between you in a single, exaggeratedly long step. is it just me or did FATE bring us together in this canned vegetable isle?

you can’t help the way you’re fighting a smile. this guy was such an idiot but very sincere about it

you just steer your cart around him, shaking your head while you continue your shopping mission

yeah i’m pretty busy too—sooo much shopping to do, y’know? he calls after you, still standing in the spot you’d left him in

he’s there when you check out, suddenly materializing just as you go to pay. i’ve got this—with looks like that you shouldn’t have to buy a damn thiiing he practically sings, patting around the skintight fabric of his suit as if he was going to pull a wallet from his ass

…y’know what i’ll get you back—don’t worry babe i promise i’m good for it

was he though? pretty sure that guy never had an income source in his life

but he does carry all your bags on the walk back, barely looping his fingers around the plastic handles like he might drop them just because he forgot they were there. he’s all but vibrating by the time you reach your front door, absolutely convinced he’s finally going to step foot past the threshold instead of just creeping through the window

but you quickly collect your groceries and only open the door enough to barely slip inside, closing it save for an inch behind you—just enough space to say with a sigh, thanks Mark, and give him an almost sympathetic smile

the door clicks softly shut, and he stands there for a minute. then you hear …so are we dating now or what?

[ruusawa]

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This is wrong. This is so, so wrong. Mark has done a lot of weird stuff (he’s an eighteen year old boy, sue him), watched a lot of questionable amateur porn. Does it count as voyeurism if he’s only listening?

Ever since his powers kicked in, he can hear things. Things, as in pretty much everything.

Including you.

Mark doesn’t make it a habit to listen, but to this? Yeah, he’s listening to this.

His pants have been kicked off, laid somewhere on his floor, boxers pulled down to his thighs, shirt up to his chest, long cock in his fist. If Mark closes his eyes, he can just picture you. Hands in your panties, brow pinched as you circle your clit with a single digit, teasing yourself. The breathy sighs he can hear have Mark pumping more lotion into his hand, smearing it over the tip of his cock, making a mess of precum and lotion. He shouldn’t be getting off on this, but oh, you just moaned so prettily and Mark is imagining you finger fucking your pussy and isn’t that an image.

“Shit…” your breath stutters, and Mark whines. He needs to see, has to watch you fall apart. But for now, he’ll settle for just listening. Mark twists his fist around his cock, drawing out a soft sound from his lips as he imagines it’s the warm inviting embrace of your cunt and not his right hand.

The next sound that leaves your lips has Mark’s eyes rolling back, the choked off moan tapering into a whine as you cum. His hips jerk, fucking up into his fist desperately. Strings of silky white cum paint his abdomen as Mark tries to catch his breath.

“Fuck,” Mark runs his clean hand over his face, unable to confront the shame that’s now clinging to him like the drying cum on his skin. He’s going to listen again when it next happens, he knows it.

“The only perk of super hearing, I suppose,” Mark mutters before reaching for a cloth to clean up.

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ahhhh, first smut i've ever posted. i do hope you like.

i don't remember where i saw it written that viltrumites have super hearing but it's now my personal little headcanon.

[sugusatosluut]

World’s best Grandma

Synopsis: you and mark finally meet your baby, Debbie gets to meet her grandchild.

@mystar-girl57

Telling Debbie that you were pregnant with Mark’s baby and her first and probably only grandchild, needed to be very special. This was Debbie we were talking about, this woman has survived the worst, married the craziest, and has to deal with her boys being super heroes. At least she had her son’s girlfriend to keep her company when she wasn’t off being a hero herself.

You and Mark waited quite some time to figure out a good way to tell Debbie you were having her grandchild. Cecil had a team ready always to check on the status of the baby after every mission. You and Mark wanted to know that your baby was safe and would make it to term. This was very stressful for Mark, having a girlfriend who doesn’t know when to slow down was hard, but having a pregnant girlfriend who didn’t know how to slow down was harder. By the time you were ready to tell Debbie, you had already hit your two month checkup.

“Baby’s healthy, but I do have some concerns about the heart rate. Have you been on any missions lately?” The doctor asked

“Yes—against medical advice and the advice of the baby’s father and her employer.” Cecil complained.

“Yeah, kinda hard to get this one to relax.” Mark sighed sitting in the chair.

“If you don’t stop you’re putting the baby at risk and possibly yourself. It’s a miracle you’ve been able to keep the baby this long with the rate you’ve been going at. I’m recommending you light duty until a little after maternity leave.” The doctor said.

You sighed, you felt like an ass, you put your boyfriend and your child through so much already with your hard headed nature. Maybe it was time to suck it up and finally tell Debbie instead of hiding it. She never did anything wrong to you, it wasn’t fair that you’d been stressing her son and grandchild out already before she even got to know about it. The doctor left the room and Cecil left on official business. Mark sat in the chair with his eyes closed.

“Let’s finally go tell your mom.” You said, caressing his arm while you rested your head on him.

“Really?” He asked.

“Yeah, I promise I’ll follow the doctor’s orders. I’m sorry for not realizing i was doing too much.” You said sighing,

“Alright let’s go, I think I know just the thing.” He smiled.

You both arrived at Debbie’s home, her soft personality greeting the two of you and hugging you both tightly.

“My little Mark, I haven’t seen you guys in a while, what sweet surprise is this?” She chuckled.

“Mom, we just wanted to spoil you and let you know you’re appreciated.” He said hugging her back.

“Yeah we got you some stuff while we were out the last few weeks, we figured it was finally time to sit down and have you open the things we thought you would enjoy.” You said.

You all sat down, your legs crossed over Mark’s while you both sat in front of Debbie. She opened everything one at a time.

“Oh- these earrings are so cute! They’re the ones I was looking at online a couple months ago, how sweet! —-ugh and these shoes! I love them, the color is so nice. Wait Two tickets for a cruise?! What kind of favor did you have to pull for these? Are you going to space again? I cant handle when the two of you are in such danger.” She said placing the back of her hand on her head jokingly.

“Yeah, there’s not going to be any space trips for a while.” You joked.

“Good- aw look! A little mug.” She smiled.

She pulled the mug out, not thinking anything of the uktrasound picture printed onto it.

“Aww, is this my ultrasound picture of Mark?” She smiled.

Then she pulled out a shirt.

“What’s this? Best..grandma in the world?” She read aloud confused.

Shock filled Debbie’s face.

“Surprise!” You both smiled at Debbie.

Her face went through many different emotions until you were finally able to read her excitement. She was so happy she started to cry. She didn’t know how what to say. You both got up hugging her, she took the time to look at the extra ultrasound pictures that the two of you had gotten printed for her.

“You two- this is such big news, im gonna be a grandma! You’re both going to be parents.. this is all happening so fast.” She said wiping a tear from her face and sniffling.

“Do you know the gender yet?” She asked.

“No, we were hoping you would come with us to find out tomorrow.” You offered.

“Yes-I’d love that. I cant believe I’m gonna be a grandma.” She said clutching the picture close to her chest.

So Debbie joined you guys for every appointment, basking in the joy of being a grandma. Mark ended up proposing to you during a family outing and had invited a bunch of friends to your ceremony in the gardens. You both made the announcement at the ceremony that you were pregnant with a baby girl, everyone congratulating you both and hugging. Debbie helped you guys prepare your house for the baby, building a crib with Mark, helping you to appointments when Mark had to save the world, she was so happy that you and Mark had given her the ultimate gift, another little life with a big impact on her own. Someone she’d be able to share her love with and care for and watch grow.

You were due any day now, Mark was putting together the go bag for the hospital and the car seat for the baby. You were sitting in the rocking chair and Debbie was on her way back from the cruise with her boyfriend. Mark turned the music up a little and walked over to you, your peaceful face scrunching up when he caressed your soft face. Your eyes fluttered open and you smiled, getting up slowly with his help as you danced together. You both swayed to the music as Mark held you from behind, picking up your belly to relieve the weight off your back.

“Thank you, you’re gonna be the best daddy.” You smiled.

“Only because our little girl’s gonna have the best mommy.” He hummed.

“Mark.. I love you.” You hummed back.

“I love you more.” He spoke just loud enough for you to hear.

Mark gently lowered your belly, and just as you turned around, you felt pressure and then your water broke. It splashed on the floor, alarming Mark. He turned quickly as you stood completely still, holding the rocking chair for support.

“Y/n..?” He asked.

“Mark im not ready I can’t do this.” You freaked out suddenly. The weight of this baby actually coming out of you was becoming too real. You were scared.

“Hey- hey listen we can do this. We went to classes, we did the birthing plan, we did everything the way we were supposed to. We did everything right. Let’s have our baby girl.” He said coaching you as he held both your hands, leading you to the car.

Mark hurried and installed the car seat correctly, then grabbed the go bag and grabbed your hand after making sure you were buckled in. The contractions were far apart, but you definitely felt them. Your cries of pain and labor filled the car.

“Ahhh-Aaagh- whoooooo!” You let out squeezing one of Mark’s hands.

“I know baby, almost there.” He said as he parked the car.

Mark parked the car, then picked you up, running you to the front of the hospital where you were given a wheelchair and taken to the labor and delivery room. Debbie wasn’t too far behind. She was able to wait in the waiting room with her boyfriend as you and Mark prepared to deliver your baby girl. Mark sat behind you on the bed, massaging your shoulders and rubbing your belly as you made all the loudest noises imaginable. The delivery team entered the room the epidural you requested started to kick in. You hated needles but if it helped reduce pain it’s what you wanted. This was it. Mark helped you with your breathing exercises and you were instructed to push.

“Push! Come on push push push!” The delivery team was coaching you.

Mark moved positions, getting to help you deliver your baby was something he’d taken very seriously.

“Come on baby, push, y/n push! You’re doing so good babe, I can see her head!” He said excitedly.

So the team helped you push and take breaks. You were delivering your baby for hours, labor was a bitch a six hour labor just to successfully push out a six pound seven ounce baby girl. Mark was so happy to cut the chord and hold his first born child, his little baby girl. She looked just like him.

“She looks like you Mark.” You smiled, your body exhausted.

“Give her some time, im sure she’ll take after her beautiful mom.” He said as you both lied in the bed admiring her little features. You kissed him as she grabbed on tightly to one of his fingers.

After a few hours, Mark went to go tell Debbie, Oliver and Paul they were more than welcome to come into the room to meet your baby. They all came into the room, first checking on you.

“Oh honey congratulations.” Debbie whispered.

“Thank you, we couldn’t have done it without your help.” You hugged her.

They all hugged you and the baby was brought back into the room.

Mark picked up your baby and handed it to his mother who was in tears. Paul was happy for you and complimented the both of you, congratulating you on parenthood. Oliver held the baby and was so entranced by how little she was.

“You used to be that tiny too.” Debbie said.

“She’s so cute. She’s gonna get her powers soon just like us! Right mark?” Oliver asked with joy.

“No quite buddy. But when she does, we’ll teach her. You’ll be the best uncle ever.” He poked Oliver’s nose.

Your little family was complete, and this was all you could ask for.