Invincible Literally Fixed My Problems. LIKE LITERALLY LAST WEEK I WAS SO SAD AND NOW I FEEL SO HAPPY

im so shocked people aren’t obsessed with Rex after these new invincible eps :( GUYS?? pls he looked so fine

Straight shopping

do you think viltrumite mark sometimes releases stress on reader after missions? 💔

I like to think Mark Grayson has a certain pathetic charm in every universe, Viltrumite Mark included, and his comes in the form of complaining to his spouse like a loser and nutting till his balls are drained🫡

MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DNI, here's an impulsive blurb♡

CW: sucking dick and cock?!?!, nutting in ur mouth, Mark wants to be taken care of

"It's so much work," He'd babble with his head in the crook of your neck, hands traversing wherever they could to squeeze you like a stress toy. "Dad is being unreasonable, and everyone is helplessly stupid without me."

"You know how much everyone looks to you." You explained, hand absentmindedly tracing shapes on his broad back. "It just means you're dependable and strong."

He let out a small groan, kissing your neck gently. "You always know what to say.." he sighed, husky and needy.

You pulled away as he gazed down at you, dark pools hazy and tired as he held you closely, unable to let go. "... do you want me to take care of you today?" You coaxed him, tilting your head curiously.

Mark bit his bottom lip subtly, you'd grown so obedient and catering to him. He was growing harder already. "Please, please do..."

He'd assured you he'd wait until you were ready for children, but that didn't stop you two from other ways of stimulation, he's learned a lot from earth before it was destroyed.

Guiding you to the grand bed as he greedily kissed you, his hands removing the garments with practiced ease, your hands mirroring his, the clothes piled up slowly on the floor as the bed creaked. Your reciprocating was soft, gentle opposed to how needy his kisses were, you gently pressed onto his chest to usher him to lay back.

"I said I'd take care of you, remember?" He almost moaned, begrudgingly letting his hands fall off of your naked body and settle against the sheets, pillow propping his upper body up, his length already prominent just from your offer. "Please, missed you so much, love... I need you.." he urged you to continue.

Your hand moved slowly from his chest down to his abdomen and eventually, gently wrapped around his dick, pre-cum sprouting only for your thumb to gently spread it over the head. "Wait- I-I can ask for a lubrication equivalent, just let me call—"

He paused as you spat into your palm, that should not have turned him on as much as it did.

Your hand wrapped around his hardening dick, lathering it a muffled moan came from behind his lips as he leaned his head back on the soft pillows. "Thank you, thank you..." he muttered, your touch drove him crazy, invoked a pathetic need in him unfit for an emperor.

Your hands darted from between him and his throbbing cock, your hand speeding up and slowing down as he huffed, his chest rising and falling as he looked down at you, his skin growing flushed a delicious reddish pink. "Please, please, love..."

You knew what he wanted, his eyes darted between your lips and his dick too much for you NOT to get it, but this is a rare chance where you're in power. "Please what?"

"Suck me— please, suck me off, sweetheart..." he begged you so sweetly, his hips bucking into your hand as his hands clutched the thick sheets underneath, his breath hitched as he saw your lips part.

Giving a testing kiss to his tip, he shuddered, giving you the ok to keep going, tongue darting out to lick and kiss as Mark groaned. "Yes, that's it... it's all yours, hon.. suck me like I'm yours.."

He gasped harshly as you lowered your head to slowly take more of him into your mouth, his grip on the sheets turning his knuckles white as he stopped himself from thrusting into your mouth or pushing your head down, your lips wrapped around him as your tongue caressed and lathered him only brought more moans from him.

He panted as he watched you, your eyes either closed to focus or opening a bit to take a glance at him as you turned him putty in his hands. "More, please.." he whimpered. "Faster, sweetheart.."

You hummed, sending a delicious vibration to his cock as you moved your head up and down, you can practically feel the stress melting away from his body with every tense muscle, every little kiss, suck, lick that brought him closer to releasing.

"Love, slow down, I'm- mmmh..! I'm gonna come..!" He warned you, squirming more notably under you now. Your hands darted out to stable his thighs to the bed, moving your head and letting his cock disappear in and out of your mouth faster with your lips properly clamping down around him.

Mark let out more groans now, ones that shouldn't come from an emperor. He leaned his head back against the pillow once more and shut his eyes, letting you handle him and his body's inability to listen to him to stop moving. "Yes, oh yes...! That's it, I'm so close- oh, sweetheart..!!"

You let out a muffled noise from shock as his hips thrusted upwards with his release, his hand landing over his mouth as he moaned at the sudden burst. Quickly filling your mouth in warm spurts as Mark resisted shoving his hips upwards into your mouth more than he's already done, his heart soaring watching you struggle to swallow whatever remains of his orgasm.

He sat up, panting heavily. You noticed now just how red his face was- how could he not be blushing? The noises you made him make were unbecoming of an emperor. He sounded more like a needy mate. "You're amazing." He wasted no time announcing, cupping your cheeks and bringing you up to him. Your lips were coated in a thin shiny layer. He bit his bottomn lip as he restrained the urge to go one more round. He just came down your throat, he didn't want to be a greedy lover (more so than he already is). "I love you, you're so good to me..."

Some marks . They all bite

– I made a simple animation

dude I want Mark. But like in the way in which I want to hold him gently and tell him everything's gonna be alright.

i see your “reader dies in every other universe” trope, and i raise you “reader doesn’t exist in any other universe” with the alternate marks

BETTER — mohawk! mark grayson x reader

WARNINGS: mention of mass homicide, implied sex.

The second you stepped into your apartment, you knew something was off. The air felt too still, the shadows stretched too long, and then—

“Damn,” a voice drawled from the darkness. “Even in a different universe you still look hot.”

You jumped, heart slamming into your ribs as your eyes snapped to the figure lounging on your couch.

Mark. Or at least, he looked like Mark.

But your Mark didn’t have a wicked smirk stretched across his face, and sure as hell didn’t have a mohawk.

You blinked, trying to process what you were seeing. “Mark…? What the hell did university do to you?”

That smirk widened, and he tilted his head like a predator toying with its prey. “Oh, sweetheart, wrong guy.” he chuckled, voice dripping with amusement. “If this Mark was anything like me, he’d have staked his claim on you years ago.”

You froze, a prickle of unease running down your spine.

“…What?”

He stood, slow and casual, stretching his arms over his head before cracking his neck like he had all the time in the world.

Your mind raced. This had to be some kind of joke. Right?

Your Mark had been distant for years, wrapped up in his double life and his relationship with Amber. But this guy—this thing—was looking at you like you were a meal he was about to devour.

He took a step forward. You instinctively took a step back.

His smirk grew. “Oh, come on,” he whined, pouting exaggeratedly. “Don’t look at me like that, babe. We go way back.”

Something about his tone sent alarm bells ringing in your head. Your hands clenched at your sides. “Where’s Amber?” you asked carefully.

His expression flickered—just for a second—before amusement overtook it again. “Who?”

You stared at him. He laughed.

“Oh my God,” he wheezed, doubling over. “You really thought I’d waste my time on some other girl? That’s adorable.”

Your stomach twisted. This wasn’t your Mark. The realization settled over you like a cold weight.

He caught the exact moment it clicked in your head, because his grin sharpened into something almost gleeful.

“There it is,” he purred. “That little moment when the gears in your head finally start turning.”

Your breath hitched. “You’re not my Mark.”

His response? A mocking gasp, hands flying to his chest in fake offense. “Wow. Ouch. That hurts, babe.” Then, faster than you could react, he pounced.

You barely had time to gasp before you were slammed onto the couch, his weight pressing you down. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, trying to brace yourself—but the moment you did, he grinned.

“Ohhh,” he crooned, wiggling his eyebrows. “Didn’t know you wanted me that bad.”

Your face burned, rage bubbling up beneath the panic. You opened your mouth—to snap at him, to tell him to get the hell off—but he cut you off.

With his lips. It wasn’t a kiss. It was a claim. Teeth nipping, tongue demanding, his hands gripping your hips like he owned you. You whimpered before you could stop yourself.

He pulled back just enough to watch your face, eyes bright with wild amusement. “Shit,” he laughed. “You like this, don’t you?”

You gasped, shoving at his chest. “I—”

And then— The TV blared to life beneath you, your body crushing the remote.

The news anchor’s voice filled the room:

“Mass destruction—cities burning—multiple Invincible variants attacking—millions dead—”

Your blood ran cold. You turned back to him, horror creeping into your voice. “You’re one of them.”

His smirk widened, eyes practically glowing with sadistic glee.

“I’m better, babe.” Then he kissed you again.

You struggled against him, your hands pushing at his chest, but he didn’t budge. He just laughed against your lips, like this was all a game to him. Like he enjoyed the way you squirmed.

The news continued to blare behind you—footage of cities burning, of Invincibles tearing through skyscrapers like paper. Screams filled the speakers, desperate and terrified.

Your stomach twisted. This wasn’t just some alternate Mark. He was a monster.

And he was here, pressing you into the couch like he belonged there.

Your breath came in quick, shallow gasps as you forced yourself to meet his gaze. “You—” Your voice was shaking. “You killed people.”

His lips stretched into a slow, lazy grin, eyes glinting with something wild.

“Yeah,” he said, dragging the word out like he was waiting for you to react. To break. “A lot of ‘em.”

His fingers trailed down your arm, feather-light, like he was savoring the shiver that ran through you.

“You should see what I did to my dad.”

Your stomach dropped. Omni-Man.

Your Mark’s father was bad enough, but the way this Mark was speaking—gleeful, almost giddy—you could only imagine what he had done.

He must have seen something in your face, because he tilted his head, studying you.

“Scared?” he cooed. “C’mon, babe. Don’t tell me you’re one of those weak little humans who can’t handle a little fun.”

A cold shiver ran down your spine. This wasn’t your Mark. Your Mark was kind. Your Mark cared about people, even if he’d grown distant from you.

But this Mark? He had no empathy behind his eyes. No restraint in the way he touched you, in the way his fingers dug into your skin like he had already decided you were his.

Your pulse pounded in your ears as his hand slid lower, toying with the hem of your shirt. His smirk widened at the way your breath hitched.

“I knew you’d be like this,” he murmured, voice dripping with amusement. “In my world, you used to act all innocent, too. Like you didn’t want me.”

He leaned closer, lips brushing against your ear.

“But you did,” he whispered. “And you still do.”

Heat pooled in your stomach before you could stop it.

No. No, this wasn’t real.

But your body didn’t seem to care about that. Not with the way his weight pressed against you, the way his voice dripped into your veins like poison, pulling something dark out of you.

“You don’t know me,” you snapped, voice trembling.

He laughed—cackled—his head tilting back like this was the funniest thing he’d ever heard.

“Oh, babe,” he grinned, eyes gleaming. “I know you better than he ever did.”

His grip tightened, dragging your hips against his.

“You think I’d let you go?” he taunted. “Think I’d let some other guy touch you?” He scoffed, shaking his head. “Nah. You were mine.”

His fingers traced circles on your inner thigh, deliberate, taunting.

“And the fact that he didn’t take you?” His smirk sharpened. “Just means I hate him even more.”

You sucked in a sharp breath.

Your Mark had Amber. Your Mark had never even tried to have you. But this one? This one was furious that another version of him had let you slip through his fingers.

Your throat tightened. “So what? You think you can just take me?”

His eyes darkened.

“Yeah.”

Then he kissed you again, rougher this time, hungrier, like he wanted to prove it.

And the worst part?

Somewhere, deep down in the part of you that had always wanted Mark—you weren’t sure if you wanted to stop him.

You hated him. Or at least, you wanted to hate him. But his grip on you was firm, fingers digging into your thighs as he pressed himself between them, his lips devouring yours like he was starving. Every part of him—his touch, his voice, his overwhelming presence—made your body react in ways you wished it wouldn’t.

Because he wasn’t your Mark. Your Mark wouldn’t have touched you like this. Wouldn’t have spoken to you with that cocky, arrogant lilt in his voice, like he was mocking you even as he pinned you beneath him.

But this Mark? He was dangerous. Unhinged. And the worst part?

You liked it. You liked the way he took what he wanted, without hesitation, without fear. You liked the way he spoke about you like you were his, like there had never been another option.

And you hated that you liked it.

Your hands gripped his shoulders, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer. His smirk curled against your lips, like he could feel your hesitation.

“That’s it,” he murmured, voice dripping with amusement. “Let it out, babe. Stop pretending.”

You clenched your jaw, glaring at him even as your breath came in uneven gasps. “Pretending what?”

He tilted his head, that smug, infuriating grin never leaving his face. “That you don’t want this.”

You swallowed hard, your fingers digging into his suit. “You don’t even know me,” you snapped, hoping your voice didn’t sound as breathless as it felt.

His grin widened, eyes gleaming with something dangerous.

“I knew you.”

His hands slid up your sides, slow, teasing, like he was savoring every inch of your skin beneath his fingers.

“In my world,” he continued, voice low and taunting, “you didn’t play this little good girl act with me.” His grip tightened. “You wanted me.”

Your breath hitched as he pressed his forehead against yours, his voice dropping to a whisper.

“And you still do.”

A shudder ran through you, heat pooling in your stomach.

No. No, this wasn’t right. You weren’t supposed to like this. But your body betrayed you, your thighs tightening around his waist, your lips parting just slightly as his breath fanned across your face.

His smirk deepened, like he felt your resolve slipping.

“That’s what I love about you,” he murmured. “You act all sweet. All innocent.” He leaned closer, his lips brushing against your ear. “But deep down? You want someone like me.”

A breathy laugh escaped him, warm and mocking. “You just needed someone to take you.”

Your stomach twisted, heat and anger warring inside you.

“You’re insane,” you whispered. His grip on you tightened, his smirk turning feral. “Yeah,” he breathed. “And you like it.”

Then, before you could even think of a response, he moved—grinding his hips against yours, dragging a strangled gasp from your lips.

And God help you, but you couldn’t tell if it was from shock—or pleasure.

His laughter was breathless, triumphant.

“That’s my girl.”

Your phone buzzed violently on the coffee table, the screen lighting up with a familiar name.

William Calling…

You gasped, your dazed mind snapping back to reality. Your hands flew to Mohawk Mark’s chest, pushing against him—not that it did much. His body barely moved, still pressing you down, his smirk never faltering.

His gaze flickered to the phone, eyes gleaming with amusement.

“Ohhh,” he drawled, voice dripping with mock concern. “Looks like your little friends worried about you.”

Your breath was still shaky, your mind racing as you reached for the phone, but Mark was faster.

Much faster.

Before you could even blink, he snatched it off the table, holding it just out of your reach. He raised an eyebrow at the name flashing on the screen, then let out a sharp, mocking laugh.

“Oh, wait,” he snickered. “This is William, isn’t it?”

Your stomach twisted.

You lunged for the phone again, but he only smirked and held it higher. “Gotta say, babe,” he teased, tilting his head, “I’d be real jealous if I didn’t know he had no interest in you.”

Your heart pounded as he casually scrolled through the notifications, scanning the long string of frantic texts.

William: Hey, are you okay?

William: I just saw the news—Mark, are you home??

William: Pick up the damn phone, dude, you’re scaring me.

William: Y/N?? Please tell me you’re safe.

Your throat tightened.

He was worried about you. He didn’t know.

Didn’t know that the man pinning you to the couch wasn’t the one he thought he was. Didn’t know that your Mark might not even be alive anymore.

Mark let out a mock gasp, clutching his chest dramatically. “Aw, would you look at that? He’s so worried about you.”

His eyes flicked back to yours, his grin turning razor-sharp. “Wonder what he’d say if he saw you right now.”

Your face burned with humiliation, with anger, with the wrongness of all of this. You tried again to snatch the phone, but Mark easily dodged, still holding it just out of reach.

“Mark—”

“That’s me,” he corrected, his smirk widening. “The better one.”

You glared up at him, frustration bubbling over. “Give me the damn phone.”

His eyes darkened, something gleeful dancing behind them.

“…Make me.”

You froze, a cold shiver running down your spine. He was toying with you. Enjoying the way you squirmed, the way you reacted to him. And that scared you more than anything else.

Your stomach churned as the phone continued to vibrate in his grip, William’s concern practically radiating from the screen.

You swallowed hard.

“Please,” you tried again, softer this time. “He doesn’t know what’s happening.”

For a split second, something flickered in his expression.

Something dangerous. Then, without warning, he hit decline—and crushed your phone in his hand. You gasped. “Mark—!”

He tossed the broken pieces aside like they meant nothing, his smirk curling as he leaned in close, his nose brushing against yours.

“Problem solved,” he murmured, voice smug.

You stared at him, your chest heaving, horror creeping into your veins. He had just cut you off. No way to call for help. No way to let anyone know what was happening. And from the way he was looking at you—so smug, so pleased—it was clear that was exactly what he wanted.

Your breath came in quick, uneven gasps as his fingers traced slow, taunting circles on your thigh. “Now,” he murmured, his grin widening, “where were we?”