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"You know, that baby looks a lot like you." Mark hums softly, attention shifting between the toddler that stands between Rex's muscular thighs, chubby hands gripping the fabric of his sweatpants and green eyes stare up at him.
Rex's gaze lowers to meet Winnie's, wide eyes that mirror his own staring at the ice-cream cone in his hand, rosy lips wetting themselves with a pink tongue as she shifts on her tiny feet.
He does see the resemblance a bit. In her mannerisms, her appearance. Shit, even the way she instinctively shows Cecil her index finger whenever he walks into the room. Rex knows that's not the finger she wants to show.
"Nahh." Rex dismisses, lowering the treat just enough for Winnie's hand to grip at his wrist, unsteady legs keeping her up as she licks at the cone. "It's cause me and her mom are close. It's like when your cat start to look like you."
"Babies aren't cats, Rex." Mark deadpans, slender fingers tapping on his thigh as he stares at Winnie.
"Do you know who her dad is yet?"
Rex shakes his head, his pudgy thumb wiping away the smears of strawberry ice-cream before looking back towards Mark.
Before shrugging his broad shoulders.
"Doesn't matter. I'm basically her fun uncle." Rex boasts before looking down at Winnie, dimples deep in his honeyed cheeks, green eyes sparkling. "Ain't I, tubby?"
"Dlickwee!" Winnie giggles.
"Don't call me a dickweed, you dyslexic shit."
"Rex, she's a baby!" Mark defends, hands hooking underneath Winnie's chubby arms, tugging her up into the air before ultimately settling her on his thigh, chonky fists immediately moving to tug on the collar of his shirt.
"When are you gonna tell him?" Eve's voice is quiet, turning away from where Rex has Winnie cradled and she stares at you, shovelling spoonfuls of ice cream into your mouth.
"I kinda wanna watch him figure it out himself." You speak through a full mouth, before looking back towards Rex.
"He'd make such a good dad if he wasn't....you know..."
"Slow?" Kate interjects, gaze lifting from her book and you purse your lips, reluctantly nodding your head.
"So, are you like, around all the time?" Mark questions, attention divided between where Winnie toys with the chain around his neck, and where Rex is lounged, one muscular leg extended over the armrest of the sofa and the other foot planted on the carpeted floor.
"Mhm." Rex hums. "I basically live there. You know, cause the kid's dad's a fucking deadbeat."
And Mark scratches the back of his neck, almost awkwardly, gaze shifting.
"Yeah, well, you know, he might... Not know he has a kid." Mark mumbles and Rex shifts, green eyes regarding Mark with a scrutinizing gaze. Before looking between him and Winnie.
The way how she's always been so affectionate with Mark, excitedly clapping whenever she sees 'Unca Mar'. And Rex sucks on his teeth, brows furrowing with suspicion.
"Real fuckin weird thing to say. Defending a deadbeat." And Rex shifts, elbows resting on his knees and he leans forward.
"You got a confession, dickhead?"
"Wha— No. No. She's not my k— I've never even had sex with anyone other than Eve."
And Rex snorts.
"Real sad confession, buddy."
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There's no way to explain the demonic horniness that shrouds you like a thick mist when you see the way Rex gently brushes Winnie hair, bristles gentle against her soft strands and she simply keeps her gaze focused on the toy in her hands.
Beside him, lay an assortment of different hair accessories. Glittery hair ties, elastics, bows, and an assortment of clips, all decorated with various yellow things. Plastic gummy bears, bananas, stars, hearts. Everything that came from a superhero salary in her favourite colour.
"Okay, Pooh, what's the look for today?" Rex questions Winnie, brilliant green gaze focused on her, her small body settled between his muscular thighs, the sleeves of his T-shirt rolled up to the apex of forearm.
Veins bulge beneath the surface of the skin, scaling all the way up to wear the bunched fabric rests, wrists decorated with an assortment of jewellery. Namely black bands, brown beads and one very yellow friendship bracelet. Big, chunky beads that look jelly-ish, puffy letters that read 'WINNIE'.
Winnie babbles incoherently, pitch varying as her chubby hands continue to twist and turn the cube in her hands. Trying to assemble the colours in order.
"Hm.. s'thinking pigtails too. To minimise your mom's forehead genes." Rex snickers. "Dome headed."
And Rex divides the hair, carefully putting her hair in pretty pigtails like he's done many, many times before. Yellow decorates that gingery hair, green eyes obscured by yellow star-framed sunglasses and he waits until she lets out that squeal at her reflection before setting her down on the floor.
And she scrambles out of the room, excitedly, and Rex lets out a groan, arms stretching overhead before glancing towards you.
"Fuckin creep." He mocks, barely ducking the folded towel that's meant to collide with the back of his head.
"Fuck you. My forehead's normal sized." You defend, before shuffling properly into the bedroom, arms crossed over your chest and like clockwork, Rex's warm, warm hands move to grasp your hips, tugging you onto him unapologetically.
Your knees dig into the mattress on either side of him, your ass planted on his lower belly and your hands move towards bracing yourself on his chest. And Rex snorts.
"Muscle memory, huh?"
And you suck your teeth, rolling your eyes as you grab for the excess clips, sliding them into Rex's hair, your fingers carding through the tangerine strands, watching the way the silky tresses slip from your grasp with ease.
Rex swallows, gaze locked on your face. Taking in that wide eyed expression, perfect lips pursed in concentration as you continue to fuss with his hair, gorgeous eyes framed by the prettiest and longest lashes. And Rex's tongue brushes across his bottom lip, before he shifts beneath you.
And he just keeps staring.
Not only because you're just... So pretty to him, but he's looking. Really, really looking. He can see where Winnie gets her expressions. Pretty lashes with your eyes, that same... Thoughtless look behind them. God, it's like the lights are on but there's no one home.
His thumbs brush over your hip bones, the soft skin exposed by where your shirt rode up and Rex inhales sharply when he feels the way your thighs twitch at his sides.
And he's trying so hard to not look at your tits, pressed flush against the fabric of your shirt. God, pregnancy did you good.
"There's something we need to talk about later." Rex murmurs, swallowing down and he watches the way your movements halt, brows scrunching in confusion.
"Why can't we talk about it now?" You question.
"Because you might get mad and I don't wanna argue in front of the kid." Rex breathes out. "Not good for the developmental shit."
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Immediately when Winnie's with Mark and Sam, Rex is letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding and he's setting you down on the sofa.
Taking the seat across from you, and he crosses his arms over his chest, thick thighs spread and he leans back, doing the hip thing. You try to not focus on the bulge in the front of his sweatpants, and instead, on his face.
"What'd—"
"I wanna adopt Winnie."
It feels like a weight in your belly. Heavy, pointy edges poking into your intestines and you swallow, fingers fidgeting. And honestly, you don't know what's worse.
The fact that you'll have to admit the obvious truth, or the fact that either way, you'll be stuck with Rex indefinitely.
"I'm basically her dad already. I sleep here, I get her ready in the mornings, I feed her, I buy her that stupid Lab— what the fuck even is that?"
"It's a Labubu." "Well, it's La-expensive as fuck. Why can't she just play with socks like I did when I was a kid?" Rex huffs, and your brows raise.
"Was CPS ever called?"
"This isn't about me." And Rex inhales sharply. "I wanna... Officially co-parent Winnie. Like... As her dad and not her... fun uncle."
And you swallow.
"Rex... " You speak so softly, your fingers fiddling and you keep your gaze lowered.
"You remember... That one time in Cecil's office?"
"Which one? There were," He snorts, "quite a few times in Cecil's office."
"When... You were like, really depressed and you were kinda desperate, even though we were mad at each other. And like, you called me and I came and—"
"Oh, you came. You came three times." Rex boasts, before shifting in his seat. "But what about it?"
This is nerve wrecking. You'd think a former assassin would be a smart guy but no. Rex is dumber than a bag of rocks.
"Well... We didn't use a condom. And you didn't... Pull out either, because I didn't wanna make a mess and—"
And Rex's expression darkens. Brows form a deep frown, his jaw clenches and you're preparing for him to... Well, blow. Especially when you see that low, almost angelic glow beneath his skin and Rex takes a deep breath.
"I have a fucking kid and you didn't think to tell me?" Rex grits, blunt nails digging into his biceps as he tries to reign in the anger that's settling at the pit of his belly.
He's just mad that you didn't tell him.
"I thought you'd know by now." You murmur. "You sleep over a lot, she looks like you, she acts like you."
"I thought it's like fucking cats!" Rex groans, hands moving to card through his hair, muscular fingers tugging his hairtie off and he takes a deep breath.
"Rex, you haven't not been here, for the last two years. Are you even fucking?" You question.
"No, because— oh shit, I'm a dad." Rex mumbles, the reality sinking in. "...and I'm not beating her."
"I think you're still eligible for me to call CPS."
Rex doesn't really know how he didn't put it together as soon as Winnie popped out of you.
Literally.
He was in the delivery room, fingers laced with yours, wiping away the sweat from your hairline and making sure you didn't pass out from exertion.
He should've known when you tested her name out on your tongue, murmuring 'Winnie Sloan' as she nursed from you. And he definitely should've put two and two together when he found himself attending Daddy & Me classes.
Fuck. You'd even hummed 'she has your eyes' offhandedly as you fell asleep, in his arms.
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"I'm gonna watch a movie. You wanna watch?" Rex leans against the doorframe, arms folding across his chest, muscles bulge and green eyes watch you avidly as you pull a T-shirt over your head.
"What're you watching?" You question softly,
"The Mummy." Rex hums. "Brendan Frasier's one."
And it isn't even long before you're curled up, Rex's arms wrapped around your waist, his face pressed against the curve of your neck and his eyes are basically shut.
Even breaths leave him, his body warm against yours, your legs entangled and his palm remains splayed across the soft flesh of your belly, tucked away behind the fabric of your thin T-shirt.
"You want me to turn the movie off?" You ask softly, shifting a bit closer to Rex and he shakes his head.
"Hm-hm... m'listening, baby."
His voice is a low, sleepy rumble, body pressed so firmly against yours only for his lips to ghost the curve of your shoulder, the ball of his nose pressing against your pulse.
"..you smell good..." Rex mumbles lazily. "...really good."
And he shifts behind you, his free hand moving from being tucked beneath you, and instead, moving to your inner thigh. He guides your legs to part, calloused fingertips pressing into the soft flesh as he shifts your body, until your thigh's tossed over his legs.
And his hand nestles between your thighs, warm palm pressing against your even warmer cunt and he coos sleepily. Flimsy panties do nothing to tamper with your sensitivity, and Rex lets out a sleepy breath.
"I haven't had sex in two years."
Rex's voice is lazily, a sleepy murmur that's nearly drowned out by how fast the blood is rushing in your ears, your breaths just a bit uneven as his fingers press against your clit. Softly, gently. Circling the bud as his half-asleep brain pieces together the words.
And you nod your head, trying your hardest to keep your mind easy and clear, your chest heaving.
"You're gonna let me fuck you right?" Rex breathes out, pressing lazy kisses against the skin of your neck, his fingers tugging your soaked gusset aside, before dragging along your cunt. Slick fingers trace your slippery slit and he lets out a breath.
"Right, baby?" He murmurs softly. "You gonna let me fuck you nasty?"
And two fingers plunge into your cunt, warmth blossoming in your belly and if feels like electricity's crackling just behind your mound with each flutter of his fingers. And you nod your head, weakly.
"Uh huh?" Rex coos softly. "You gonna let me?"
There's nothing that's preparing you for the way that his fingers are fucking into you, curling against all the right spots while his other hand cups your chest, thumbing over your nipple until it pebbles beneath his thumb.
"Mhm... m'gonna let you..."
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And by God, do you let him.
Nothing prepares you for the way his cock bullies it's way into your cunt, your back arched like a fucking cat, cheek pressed against the pillow and your hands grip the sheets.
And Rex's hands move to palm the fleshy globes of your ass, spreading them just so he can watch your drooling pussy swallow him whole, inch by inch. Nothing separating you, and Rex's plump bottom lip is wedged between his pearly teeth as he watches that unexplored hole clench and flutter.
And he rolls his hips against yours, cock sloppily kissing your cervix and smearing precum against your walls, his gaze remaining locked on that pretty, furled target.
"God, you're so fuckin sexy..." Rex breathes out, hands moving to grasp your hips instead, pulling you back to meet each brutally slow thrust of his hips.
You're so warm, gooey walls fluttering around every inch and vein, slick oozing down your inner thighs and you're breathing heavy. Sounds muffled by the pillow, the fat of your ass bounces off his hips and he watches as one of your hands weakly attempts to reach behind you, fingertips ghosting over his lower belly to push him away.
"Rex...." You whine. "S'too deep.."
"Move your fucking hand." Rex grunts, one of his hands moving to pin your hand at the small of your back, and he watches your other hand move, reaching out towards the headboard instead.
And the glimpse of faint scratches against the headboard makes his head spin in that way that has him letting out a weak whine, leaning over you to grasp at the headboard. The muscles in his forearm flexes with his grip, his hips snapping unforgivingly against your ass until your cheeks burn red.
His other hand presses down in the centre of your back, forcing your back into an even deeper arch, listening to the way your moans are muffled.
Your cheeks are deeply flushed, skin glistening with a thin sheen and Rex pants, brows knitting into a frown when he feels your walls flutter and spasm, almost uncontrollably.
And he pulls back, until only his fat, mushroom-y tip remains buried in your warm cunt and your holes flutter when you feel the way he spits on your cunt, before pushing back inside.
And before you know it, you're coming around his cock, a frothy ring forming around the base of him, and he moans.
"That's it, baby. Come for daddy." Rex groans. "Be my nasty girl."
Rex has you in a fucking headlock before your brain's come down from your orgasm.
Your throat nestled in the crook of his elbow, bulging bicep against the side of your face and his weight is pressing you into the mattress, hips rutting wildly and his teeth are sinking into your shoulder.
And Rex is fucking you like an animal.
Groaning against your shoulder, weighing you down until your knees are weak and threatening to give out beneath you and he presses a kiss to that spot just behind your ear.
His voice low and just a bit hoarse.
"Let's see if I can make you remember..." He takes a deep breath, hips grinding against yours and you feel the way his cock twitches,
warnings: smut, #munchmarksupremacy, uhh honestly mark maybe ooc ngl..sorry💔
AN: first time publishing smut, if there’s spelling mistakes I’m sorry, English is not my native language..uh I’m also open to feedback so don’t be shy to give pointers or anything🫶🏼 (likes and repost are appreciated🥹)
One thing about Mark..he gave everything his full attention. (lies)
And right now… that was her.
A breathless gasp slipped past her lips, her back arching slightly before she caught herself, hands coming up to his hair, tugging, not quite to pull him away, but enough to ground herself. “M-Mark… enough…” she managed, her voice unsteady, somewhere between a complaint and something softer. How long had it been? She couldn’t tell anymore. Time felt blurred, stretched thin in the space between his apologies and the way he was trying to make good on them.
Mark, however, seemed very aware.
He slowed, lifting his head just enough to look at her, a faint, almost boyish grin tugging at his lips despite the softness in his eyes “That was the fifth time…” he mumbled, a little breathless himself, like he’d just run a marathon instead of eating her out like his fucking life depended on it.
“Let me make it the sixth..”
“No Mark, don’t you da-.”
The words were caught off with long drawn out moan, her hands pulled his hair, eyes rolling back as she tried to speak, but all that left her lips were moans and whimpers. Mark couldn’t help but smile against her wet cunt as he attacked her poor clit.
Sucking it on it so softly, his large hand coming up massaging one of her breast, tweaking her nipple between his pointer finger and thumb, oh so agonizing slow. Her hips bucked desperately, at this point grinding down on his face. Mark couldn’t help but moan whorishly into her cunt.
“Fuck baby…you’re so close aren’t you? Come on give it to me..please please please..oh fuck…” he was such a talker. Wasn’t he taught to never talk with his mouth full?
Mark, grinding down against the bed, he couldn’t stop his hips from humping the bed as he suck and licked on her clit, his free hand simply teasing her entrance, his tongue moving down, going inside her greedy cunt. He whimpered. He fucking whimpered, feeling her cunt squeeze his tongue, begging for more.
This wasn’t for her. No. This was for him, he lived for this shit. He lived for these moments, between her welcoming thighs, to drool over her greedy cunt. But the moment was caught short. Her body trembling, moaning, whining, her hips bucking as she at this point had to push his head away forcefully. “No more..no more..” the sobs wrecked through her body as she trembled, sobbing from pleasure as her thighs squeezed shut.
And mark. Oh poor Mark, he looked up at her as if she committed the worse crime ever.
“You didn’t even tell me you was going to cum.”
“I c-could barely even speak mar-.”
“Looks like we have to start back over until you speak up baby.”
Just a small Mark Grayson Drabble of him fucking up, again. <3
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“This is like the fifth time, Mark.” Her voice cut sharper than she meant it to, arms crossed tight over her chest as she stared at him.
Mark winced, rubbing the back of his neck. “I know.”
“No, Mark, you don’t.” She shook her head, letting out a frustrated breath. “How many more times is this going to happen? You can’t just plan something and then disappear halfway through like it doesn’t matter.”
His brows pulled together. “So… what, you don’t want me to save people?”
“That’s not what I said.” Her voice cracked slightly, softer now but no less heavy. “No one is saying that. I know what you do matters. I know people need you.” She gestured around the room—the dim lights, the snacks laid out, the movie paused on the screen. “I just… I wish you’d give me a heads up. That’s all. It’s exhausting, Mark.” Her arms dropped to her sides. “Do you know what it’s like setting all this up? Getting excited because I finally get a night with you?”
Mark’s gaze flickered to the TV, then back to her, guilt settling deep in his expression.
“A movie night, Mark. A movie you’ve been talking about for weeks.” She let out a humorless laugh. “I even rewatched the first one so I’d actually know what was going on this time.”
“I didn’t mean to miss it,” he said quietly. “Something just..happened.”
“Something always happens.”
The words hung in the air, heavier than she intended. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Mark stepped closer, hesitant, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to. “I’m trying,” he said, softer now. “I really am. It’s just… I don’t always get a choice.”
She looked at him then, really looked at him. The tension in his shoulders. The faint bruising near his jaw he probably thought she hadn’t noticed.
“I know,” she whispered.
Her frustration didn’t disappear, but it shifted, mixing with something more fragile. “I just don’t want to feel like I come second to everything else in your life,” she admitted. “Not all the time.”
Mark’s expression faltered. “You don’t.”
“But it feels like it.” Her eyes dropped for a second before lifting again. “I don’t need you here all the time, Mark. I just… need to matter too.”
He closed the distance this time, more certain, his hand gently reaching for hers.
“You do,” he said firmly. “You matter more than you think.” She let him take her hand, but her grip wasn’t as quick to return the reassurance. “Then show me,” she said quietly. “Because I can’t keep pretending this doesn’t hurt.” Mark swallowed, nodding slowly. “Okay… yeah. I will. I’ll do better.”
Mark’s hand came up, gently cupping the side of her neck as he leaned in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to her lips. She melted almost instantly, all that tension from earlier softening as her fingers curled lightly into his shirt. “Mark…” she murmured against him, breath catching. “Shhh…” he whispered, a small smile brushing against her lips as he kissed her again, softer this time, more careful. His other hand slid to her waist, pulling her just a little closer, like he didn’t want any space left between them.
“Mmm… I’m sorry, baby… so sorry,” he murmured, his voice low and genuine, lips grazing hers between words. She exhaled shakily, her forehead resting against his for a moment. “You better be,” she whispered back, though there was no real bite left in it.
“I am,” he said, more serious now. His thumb brushed lightly along her jaw. “I hate messing things up with you.” His hands settled at her waist, grounding, steady. “I’m gonna make it up to you, okay? I swear. Not just tonight, like… actually try.”
She studied him for a second, searching his face like she was weighing his words.
“…You say that every time,” she said quietly.
“I know.” His expression softened. “But I mean it every time too. I just… need to be better at proving it.” Her shoulders relaxed a little at that, and she sighed, leaning into him again. “Then start now,” she said softly.
Mark smiled, pressing another gentle kiss to her lips, slower, warmer this time, not rushed or distracted.
“I can do that,” he murmured.
She hummed softly at his words, her body relaxing under his touch despite herself. The warmth of him, the familiarity—it made it hard to hold onto any irritation. Mark’s lips trailed from hers down to her neck, slower this time, more deliberate, like he was trying to make up for every missed moment. His hands guided her back onto the bed, careful, giving her time to pull away if she wanted to. “Mark…” she grumbled under her breath, though her head tilted slightly to the side anyway, giving him space.
“I’m making it up to you,” he murmured against her skin, his voice softer now, less teasing and more sincere. Her fingers curled lightly into his sleeve. “Debbie is downstairs… with Oliver,” she reminded him, her tone a mix of warning and quiet amusement. Mark huffed a quiet laugh against her neck, pulling back just enough to look at her, a small grin tugging at his lips.
“Then we’ll just have to be extra quiet, baby,” he whispered.
She gave him a look, half unimpressed, half fighting a smile.
“You’re unbelievable,” she muttered.
“Yeah,” he said, brushing a strand of hair away from her face, his expression softening again. “But I’m yours.”
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