#invincible drabble

[ruusawa]

✶⋆.˚ ᵉᵛⁱˡ!ᵐᵃʳᵏ, ᵈᵃᵈ!ᵐᵃʳᵏ, ᵛⁱᵒˡᵉⁿᶜᵉ, ᵃᶠᵃᵇ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ, ᵈʳᵃᵇᵇˡᵉ

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He’s cruel. That’s the bottom line. Mark has no qualms about killing, not even when it comes to children. So when you find out you’re pregnant, you’re shitting yourself. You love Mark, you really, truly do. His hands, no matter how bloodied, cradle you like you’re precious. You can’t hide this from him, you just can’t.

It turns out, you had nothing to worry about.

The first time Mark lays eyes on your baby, you know you have nothing to worry about. Mark cradles your baby closely to his chest. He takes such care, that it gives you whiplash when you watch him go from decapitating a rebel to cooing softly at your baby in their crib.

“This is all ours,” Mark says to your three year old as he flies her into the sky. “We conquered this world, and you will inherit the mission to expand the Viltrum Empire.”

The first time your child is targeted by rebels is also the last. Mark personally hunts down every single rebel involved. He rips their limbs from their bodies like they’re made of paper, and slowly, one by one, burns them alive. And god, you love him. He’s cruel, not to you, never to you, never to his family. Mark would burn the entire human race for the both of you.

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thank you @onlybatsyy for this idea, i hope it's what you were looking for ˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

writing evil mark was weird i hope i characterised him right...

[tearvls]

Viltrumite mark and GN! Reader drabble I shit out my ass because I need to post

Smut!!

Viltrumite Mark is an absolute monster underneath his bottoms. The first time you saw him, it was a shock. I mean, you didn't even know if it would fit! He's absolutely questioning your reaction since every male on Viltrum is this size. It’s his first time with a human—give him a break. How would he have known his dick size stood out compared to most human men?

Viltrumite Mark is the type of guy to cum everywhere on you but inside you. On your face, chest, legs, feet, hand—he doesn't care. He’ll gladly cover you with his cum just to get that shocked reaction out of you, and a quick scolding with a steel “Seriously, Mark?!” It gets him going every time.

Viltrumite Mark is absolutely into rough sex. He’s from Viltrum, a planet raised to conquer—a violent planet. How could you not expect him to be into biting and clawing? He loves when your nails dig into his back and scratch it up as he pounds into you ruthlessly. And he absolutely loves biting. He doesn’t care if it’s you or him—he loves biting you all over. Neck, shoulders, lips, nipples—he doesn’t give a damn. He just wants to mark you.

Viltrumite Mark enjoys foreplay. It could be you or him, he won’t mind. He likes getting you all riled up and desperate before he deals with you. It’s the same thing every time. At first, he didn’t get the concept. All sex, no need for extra—that was before he realized how good it felt. The first time he tried foreplay, he almost came apart immediately.

Viltrumite Mark isn’t used to the concept of sex without mating. He doesn’t get the point of a condom. If he wants to cum inside you, he should be allowed with no risk. Viltrums were made to mate with each other only to produce more offspring, not for the sheer pleasure or enjoyment.

Viltrumite Mark loves aftercare. He was foreign to it when you first started cleaning him and yourself up after sex. Soon, he understood that it was an important part of sex life, and now he lives for it. After each fucking, he’s cleaning you and his dick off, starting up a warm bath for you both, while pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses to your skin—even if he was just rough beforehand.

[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.

[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 🙏🥺

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐨

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

18+ explicit content

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]

crybaby mark grayson who sniffles and whimpers every couple of seconds when you’re giving him a handjob. his tip flushes a pretty shade of red, he can’t stop his hips from bucking, and every time you tell him to stay still he apologizes with a voice crack. . . do not give this man a blowjob, he will absolutely sob. if you think he doesn’t like it, you’re dead wrong because the moment you pull away he’s sputtering out more sorry’s, begging you not to stop because he was close. he is absolutely the type to overstimulate himself and still not be satiated i need to make him whimper. @lxkoluvsu // this is ur fault btw

[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.”

[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.

[ruusawa]

✶⋆.˚ MDNI, 18+ only

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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.

[quackfallbackhq]

Ruined & Relentless

Drabble Rex Splode x Male!reader

SMUT - you been warned

Rex was already a mess, but you didn’t stop.

The evidence of your release spilled over his ass, smeared between his thighs, but that only made it filthier—the wet, squishy sounds between you growing louder, more obscene with every thrust.

"Hah—f-fuck—" Rex slurred, face down, ass up, his legs trembling as you kept going. His body was overstimulated, but the way you were still grinding deep into him had his mind melting into nothing.

He should’ve known you wouldn’t stop just because you came. You never do.

"Still taking me so good, baby," you groaned, gripping his waist tighter, feeling how his body tensed and shivered under your hold. "You love this, don’t you? Getting fucked even after I’ve already made a mess of you?"

Rex couldn’t even respond—his voice broken, breathy gasps spilling from his lips as his body twitched beneath you. He was barely holding himself up at this point, his arms weak, his thighs shaking, but you still weren’t done with him.

And the worst part?

He didn’t want you to stop.

notes - i need ex(s)plode in rex right now..

[nappingnai]

guys dont like me...

..cuz their girlfriends do !

a/n: this came to me while listening to a "you're mark graysons gf" playlist and this song came on. this was so lazy im sorry its so ass. i'll write something of him and reader/you getting together in the near future and link it

not beta read

* mark grayson who, the moment he walks in a room, has half of the girls eyes on him.

* mark grayson who could wear the most basic outfit, a black shirt and grey sweatpants, and have a majority of the school stare at him as he walks down the halls.

* mark grayson who may have the interest of almost every girl and some guys, but has his eyes set on you.

he walks into a class, one of the only he shares with you, and hums awkwardly as majority of the class stares and watches as he apologizes to the teacher, shuffling over to his seat silently and unzipping his backpack as slow and quiet as possible, taking his notebook out and setting it on the desk. mark tries to pay attention, he does, but it's hard when you're a desk infront of him to the right, and all he can focus on is how the sunlight hits your face through the window and how gorgeous you look.

* mark grayson who gets called a heartbreaker by some of the girls at school. all he did was reject them kindly, how did he earn the nickname?

* mark grayson who wonders why some of the guys look at him sideways when he passes by. it's not his fault their girlfriends like him more!

* mark grayson who, once he finally gets with you, shows you off to the entire school. walks you to class, brings you to school and home, and is constantly seen with you.

* mark grayson who deals with anybody giving you problems, saying you don't deserve him or he deserves better.

* mark grayson who is secretly a huge nerd and softy, but only around you.

"mark.." you say with a sigh, staring down at him as he flips through the new limited edition seance dog comic, laying inbetween your legs and resting his chin on your stomach, propping the comic on your breasts. he glances up at you, moving the comic a bit lower to stare up at you with those brown puppy eyes. mark tilts his head, letting out a questioning hum as you internally melt, shaking your head and letting him continue the comic.

a/n: hi im back posting invincible yes [insert head banging noises] its 12;33am ahen i post this im so tired i hope yall enjoy❤️❤️❤️❤️

[sourszt]

[ 𝟏:𝟐𝟏 𝐩𝐦 | 𝐫𝐞𝐱 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐧 ]

𝐟𝐭. rex “splode” sloan x fem!reader

𝐜𝐰. nsfw, shower sex, quickie, pet names ‘sweet thing’ and ‘pretty girl,’ oral (m!receiving), facial, praise, (in)correct use of powers (blood manipulation), exhibitionism if you squint, rex being soft but also not ?

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬. this came to me in a vision. i power wrote this last night, knocked out and i’m posting it now. more invincible smuts to come im obsessed w rex and that show. not proofread.

right after a mission, each member of the guardians of the globe had their own way of recollecting themselves.

most of them, decently battered and beaten, would make a brief stop somewhere in the city to give themselves a breather before gathering back at headquarters. the rest would grab a quick shower at headquarters and then head to the lounge area or kitchen to wait for the rest of their team.

you were typically among the former. after taking a decent beating a couple of times a week, you would fly home just to make sure your family was okay. and to reassure them that you were, too. it would only be about half an hour before you’d return to headquarters, which was around the same time as your other teammates.

half an hour of near radio silence within that tower.

near radio silence.

up in the training floor, one shower was still running long after the rest had been abandoned. steam had already condensed onto each bathroom wall and mirror. the sound of rushing water pelting the floor hardly muffled the harmony of stifled cries and grunted curses from that small yet open stall.

somehow, rex sloan had ended up with you in the stall, slinking in when you were all alone to kindly offer to inspect for wounds. you agreed to his oh-so-kind offer, well aware of his malicious intentions, but on the condition that he be quick.

so that was how you wound up pressed to the cold tile wall, back arched and legs spread while rex took you from behind. he was no stranger to your body, knowing exactly where your most sacred spots were and abusing them relentlessly. it nearly brought you to your knees, rex’s hand keeping you upright while the other groped your tit.

“no one’s gonna hear you, sweet thing.” rex husked into your ear, voice strained as he pounded into you. “‘ts just you and me in here.”

you continued to bite at the back of your hand to keep your volume as low as possible when rex’s grip on your hip tightened and he pulled you back into a particularly rough thrust. it caught you off balance for a moment, a surge of pain rocketing through your body, and a pitchy moan tore from your mouth. “fucking christ, rex!”

the man grinned at your whining. “that’s it, keep ‘em comin’,” rex’s other hand snaked around your torso to cup your throat. he yanked you back nearly flush with his chest, groaning at the way your walls clamped around his thick cock. “fu-ckin’ hell. you feel so fuckin’ good around me.”

the new angle let him hit one of those sensitive spots inside of you, and this time you couldn’t quite cover your mouth in time. you weakly grabbed at the hand splayed across your throat but by then you didn’t care about how your cries echoed off of the bathroom walls.

he knew you were reaching your breaking point when he felt that familiar tremble in your thighs underneath his palm. you were already taking him so well, spasming cunt practically swallowing his dick so greedily, but still he persisted.

“do the thing.” he whispered with a smirk playing on his lips.

his rhythm began to die down, telling you that he wouldn’t take no for an answer. as if you’d even tell him no.

you took one of your shaky palms off of the cool tile and reached around to rest it on rex’s waist. it took you a moment to focus as you began concentrating his blood flow down to his cock, gently restricting it at the base. you expanded his blood volume by the slightest percentage, minding the few injuries he sustained during the mission earlier.

rex felt it right away, cock instinctively twitching inside of you. his forehead pressed between your shoulder blades, his wet hair clinging to your skin; his fingers dug into your plush thigh. you could feel him stopping himself from rutting into you. he hardly had any restraint as he whispered your name so desperately.

“easy.” you instructed. “i need to — fuck — need to focus.”

you were doing anything but that, truthfully. which would’ve been lethal if you didn’t know what you were doing. but alas, this wasn’t the first time.

rex hissed at the same time you did when you felt his cock gently swell inside of you. not enough to be painful, but definitely enough to feel it. the moment you dropped your hand, rex took it as his cue to move.

“fuck,” his voice broke into a soft whine, “so goddamn tight.” he reached between your legs and nudged your thighs apart a little more. “c’mon, sweet thing.”

he moved his hand from your throat to between your shoulders, pushing you down as he pulled out to his swollen tip only to slam his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt inside of you.

a cry of his name came from you, only egging the arrogant man on. “god, you’re so fuckin’ good for me. aren’t ya?”

you could barely last much longer; that tight, hot coil in your abdomen was steadily unwinding with each of rex’s deep thrusts. you held on to the wall for dear life, your palms sliding against the slick tiles. the weight of rex’s chest against your back made you peer over in time to see his hand envelop yours against the wall, his strong fingers lacing through yours. he kept you upright while he fucked you through your orgasm, mumbling encouragement into your skin.

“that’s it, pretty girl. takin’ me so damn good — fuck!” rex’s grip on your waist began to falter, as did his rhythm, when he realized he wasn’t too far behind you. it didn’t help that your cunt was spasming uncontrollably around him. “come on, i’ve got you.”

the groan in his voice was enough to send you over, head falling forward with a cry of his name. your thighs trembled in his hold and threatened to give out. you hardly managed to keep yourself upright as he continued to pound into you. the stimulation almost became too much to bear, a few tears mixing with the sweat and shower water trailing down your face.

you finally gave out once rex pulled out, body going limp against the wall. rex caught you at the waist and closed the brief gap between you. he buried his face into your neck and pressed soft kisses to your skin. “god, i’ll never get used to that. so fuckin’ perfect.” he mumbled as he turned you around to face him. “do you… mind?” his green eyes shamelessly raked down your body, his still-hard cock twitching in his hand at the sight.

both of your legs were sore beyond belief, and they were sure to get worse after the nap you were bound to take later, but it didn’t stop you from sliding down onto your knees and replacing rex’s hand with your own. your own abilities amazed you; you could hardly wrap both of your hands around his swollen cock, let alone fit it in your mouth.

“fuck” rex groaned, long and low as he braced himself on the wall behind you. it shielded some of the water from splashing into your face, but ran down his body and allowed your hands to pump him with ease. “ju-just like that, christ.” a few stray drops of water running down rex’s red locks fell onto your face as you stared up at him. you made sure not to break eye contact when you took the tip of his cock onto your flattened tongue, easing it past your lips.

one of his hands went to your hair, brushing it out of your face as best as he could before resting his palm at the back of your head. it didn’t guide you nor did it force you to take him further. it encouraged you. you knew that he was already close. it only took you a few skillful bobs of your head and twists of your hands before he started whining. your favorite tell of his that he was about to come.

you inched back enough to take your lips off of his cock and stuck your tongue out, his cum painting it not seconds later. you took it all, gracefully swallowing it before getting back to your feet with his help. he was on you the moment you were, gently pressing you against the wall as he captured you into a deep kiss. not an ounce of concern crossed you, considering you were definitely supposed to be in the lounge by now.

“don’t think that counted as quick, rex.” you said with a smile when he finally pulled away.

“ask me if i give a shit. i hope those a-holes heard us.” rex sassed as he reached for your shampoo bottle. “another wash can’t hurt, right? turn around.”

i love him so much.

[bunji-enthusiast]

𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭

Wrote this super quick… had to get the thoughts out. I keep re-reading all the content on Rex x reader tag… (giggly sex is elite and I don’t see this utilized very often)💔

His body ran extremely sore from the constant missions, back after mother fucking back, Rex wasn’t at all given a break or a rest of recreation. Admittedly putting in the work was doing wonders for his strength, even despite all the lifting and bench pressing he does, he can truly put it to use as a hero; even though multiple times he himself does not believe that. At least he could feel good about it though, even if it’s the same old routine and the same old near death experiences.

However—

It was a completely different world with you, barely anything was expected of him as a hero. Rex could just simply… exist.

That made him feel super odd, and it was a first for him as well. He knew his old habits would fester at times, especially around you. But you were so fucking ethereal, and some part of him wanted to see just how much he could ruin you.

Watch as your mind goes blank, your thighs tremble as you try to keep your hold on his waist. He especially reveled in how your nails scraped down the duvets of the skin on his back, he’d always get a nice surprise the next morning.

What always throws him off guard however is how infectious your giggles are during sex, and admittedly; it just made him more comfortable and relaxed with you than anything. Rex can’t help but laugh too as he attempts to stifle his smile at your giggles.

“Jesus…“ he chuckles, firm hands holding you up against the bedroom wall. “Your ruinin’ it for me.” Rex complains with a feigned tone of disbelief. You smile at him, slowly lacing your hands around his neck.

“Sorry, sorry.” You repeat, eyes half-lidded as you stared at his face. Burning each and every detail into your face, god he was so beautiful. You could see why there was quite a few you know who liked him the way they did.

Rex huffs as he rolls his eyes, leaning closer as he interlocks his lips with yours. Something strangled rips from your throat—half a whine and a moan as you roll your hips against his, vying for some pleasure in the friction. Rex hisses into your mouth, and you feel his hands tighten against the plush of your thighs, you almost stopped. But you don’t—you needed him bad, and you didn’t want this to stop.

“Fuhhh—“ you mutter, tightening your hold, wrapping your arms against his back. You hear him chuckle as he pulls back from you, and you inwardly kick yourself at the sudden loss of contact.

Your disappointment quickly fades as he holsters you up further, “keep your legs on f’me.” He muttered, and you obey him, watching as he tears away the top of his hero uniform.

You swear you felt your mouth water at the sight, and he smiles. “An irresistible dreamboat I know—“ Rex laughs, his tone dropping lower. “I didn’t get this body for nothing.”

A giggle escapes your lips, now curling your hand against the warmth of his neck. “And I’m admiring it, properly.” You enunciate with another roll of your hips, and you almost stutter when you feel the weight in his pants. His eyes seemed to almost widen as you did so.

“You that excited?” Rex says, arching a brow as he leans in closer. Removing the distance between you both, even if as close you could be, he always wanted to find someway to be even closer.

Hell—what better way then to stuff you full?