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[He/Him] Shameless self-shipper [God I wonder who] || Proship, homophobes DNI || I just reblog lmao

[robin-vb]

Can you tell I love to avoid drawing his full mask

[ycnb66678]

short skirts✨

[milksickle-art]

ya ya ya ya

[heartz4angels]

you playfully tell Mark to bite you and for a moment you swear you saw his pupils dilate before he laughs it off

[ntennd0nt]

to all the fic writers who make mark grayson so sweet and subby and fucking disgusting THANK YOU

[markgraysonapologist]

How would Mark and his variants react to you getting drunk?

[Reference sheet for each variant!]

[Suggestive material below – reader discretion is advised]

Main!Mark would try to play it off like he thought it was funny, but deep inside he’d be kind of freaking out. He wants everyone in his life to be on guard because the universe is fucked, and he can’t be there to protect everyone at every moment of the day. But, at the same time, he knows that you deserve to cut loose and have fun sometimes and the last thing he wants to do is put his fears and burdens on you. So instead he’s half laughing at your drunken antics while doing a full perimeter check every few minutes. Poor man.

Viltrumite!Mark is confused at first. He’s never seen someone drunk before. His people don’t really have the metabolism to get inebriated, and he’s never spent enough time around any other species to see this kind of behavior. Once you explain to him that you are intentionally intoxicated, he goes through several stages of reactions. Judgement. Annoyance. Curiosity. Then finally, genuine amusement. He’s trying to maintain his stoic composure but can’t help but try to mess with you in subtle ways. Like dropping something and asking you to pick it up just to watch you fumble and fall and insist you can get it without help. Yeah. He’s entertained.

Lensless!Mark is searching the entire universe and threatening every scientist known to man to get him something that will allow him to get drunk, too. You look like you’re having so much fun! He wants to be a part of that too. And if he can’t find a way to get liquored up then his own natural crazy endorphins will have to do. He cranks them up to ten (the man has control over his insanity like most people have control of their composure) and starts encouraging you do to the most insane things with him. Drinking and flying is absolutely on the list, and you’re too fucked up to think about how stupidly dangerous it is. This man’s a menace.

Sinister!Mark initially is annoyed, but once he realizes how suggestable and easily manipulated you are in this state, he’s all in. To everyone’s surprise though, he doesn’t get violent. No no, this man gets sexual. He’s getting you to do things you’re normally too shy or prideful to do. He’s bringing out rope and whips and handcuffs. He’s contorting you into positions that you’d normally complain about, but tonight you’re just giggling. The spark in his eyes would leave a sane person scared. But you’re not sane right now. And he left his sanity behind a long time ago. Sinister might be pouring you drinks more often after tonight.

Omni!Mark genuinely doesn’t approve, and you know it. So, you try to hide it. But the hiccups keep slipping out, and your stare is glazed over, and you’ve suddenly acquired the memory span of a goldfish. He asks you outright. “Are you drunk right now?” You just stare back with wide eyes. Your brain like a hamster on a wheel trying to think of a believable lie to hand him. He just rolls his eyes and forces you into bed. As irritated as he is, you’re his mess, and he’ll be damned if you embarrass him outside of that house. Besides, drunk you won't remember how much he lets himself enjoy cuddling you.

Shiesty!Mark is over the moon. If any of the Mark’s can get their hands on Viltrumite-grade alcohol, it’s him. And my man stays with a drink in hand (call him Julian [anyone get the reference??]). He’s grinning that smooth smile, all pretty and looking at you like he’s been praying for this moment all his life. He sits back on a sofa, arms draped over the back, and gestures vaguely in front of him in an open invitation for you. And you know him well enough to know exactly what he’s asking for and for once, you’re more than happy to oblige. You dance for him in a way that’s less than elegant, but the commitment is to be commended. And honestly, it’s the most perfect thing he’s witness in his life. Because it’s you.

Prisoner!Mark likes that you feel comfortable enough around him to get intoxicated like this. He would never join you – not that he’d know how to even if he wanted to – because with your inhibitions lowered keeping you safe becomes a Def Con Level 1 priority. But he’s intentional about not letting you see how on alert he is, because he wants you to enjoy yourself. Your openness in fact encourages him to tell you stories about his time in the Viltrumite prison – something he’s never told you before. He’s sure to keep them on the lighter side though (if anything that happens in that hell hole could be described as light). But seeing you loose makes him want to be a little looser too.

Mohawk!Mark is far too pleased with this situation. He’s teasing you relentlessly. “No way – goody two-shoes actually knows how to get fucked up?” Like the reckless man he is, he’s pushing the limits of your tolerance. Handing you drink after drink, shot after shot, zeroed in on every little stage and change he sees in you. Your nonsensical rambling is hilarious to him, and honestly kind of adorable. He lets himself soften a bit, a rare thing for him, because he knows you won't remember it in the morning and being tender is his own kind of intoxication. The drunker you get, the gentler he becomes until at the end of the night he has you tucked in bed with a glass of water on standby. He loves you dammit. You’ll just never remember.

Retro!Mark is aghast. This is not how a proper adult conducts themselves. He’s seeing a side of you he didn’t know existed and quite frankly, he’s not pleased. He’s ushering you away from any public prying eyes. The last thing he needs is some lowlife schlub thinking you’re easy just because you’re acting foolish. I mean, what are you wanting right now? For him to make a massacre of this bar? For him to rip the intestines from the bartender for not realizing one drink was one too many when it came to you? He gets you on lock down and tries his best not to crack a smile at the way you sing his name and look at him like he put the stars in the sky.

Emperor!Mark surprisingly gets it. He runs an empire. Wine and alcohol flow like a river around that place. He’s never had the luxury of getting sloshed, but he doesn’t mind if you do. He likes seeing you happy, and he knows no one would be stupid enough to step to you and try something out of pocket. In fact, he loves how bold you get. The way you really lean into the “royalty” mentality. Bossing people around (even if you’re giggling afterward) and calling shots like you were born for that lifestyle. He loves it even more when you try to assert dominance on someone and they give a sort of resistance, and all you do is look back over your shoulder at him because you know he’ll handle the rest. And trust, he does. With much pleasure.

Full-Mask!Mark feels a kind of warmth seeing you cut loose so much. He’s so used to being weighed down internally with the shitty cards of life. His mind is cesspool of horror, and normally you try to be so soft and somber with him, like you’re scared any other emotion won’t register correctly. But he knows his heaviness is his own to carry and not yours. So seeing you finally unwind, laugh openly, act silly – he truly relishes in the moment. He’s playing along with any ridiculous game you might want to play and not calling you out when your stories don’t make sense or you forget midsentence what you were talking about. You’re happy. And that means everything to him.

Melee!Mark is probably the best match to your energy on nights like this. You both are typically well-disciplined people. You know how to have fun, no doubt, but you also are both in the mindset of keeping your wits about you. That kind of comes with the territory of living in the universe that you do. But every once in a while, a night of pure release, fun, and relaxation is exactly what is called for. He’s not as privy to the intergalactic alcohol market as Mohawk, Shiesty, or Lensless might be so the chances of him getting drunk with you are pretty slim, but he still finds ways relax fully into the moment. It feels like a night of two drunk college kids on spring break, even if only one of you will properly remember what transpired the next morning.

[markgraysonapologist]

I GOT A THOUGHT & NOW Y’ALL NEED TO HEAR IT

[suggestive material below — reader discretion is advised]

IMAGINE: a variant of Mark gets captured alive during the Invincible War and Cecil, being Cecil, keeps him alive as an asset. He probably puts one of those crazy sound devices in his head to control him & makes him live in HQ just like the rest of the Guardian’s.

Now, enter You. Also a part of HQ in whichever fashion you see fit (personally, I’m a pencil pusher. A desk jockey. Office vibes). The variant peeps you immediately. His focus zeroing in on you like you’re the only thing in any room. Obsession: 100%. In his mind, he’s already claimed every square inch of you.

But our lil maniac’s gotta play good, for obvious reasons. 🥀

I mean, from here we’ve got so many options. So many ideas. So many storylines. Here’s one I’m currently hyper fixated on:

Mark, with all his charm and boldness, finds a way to wear down your attention over time. You start icy toward him, what with the whole “killing hundreds of people” thing. But he’s persistent. And observant. And handsome dammit. The man is handsome.

He finds out about a romantic problem you’re going through and is taking full advantage of the situation. He’s telling you how he can solve all your problems. How they’re ridiculous. How he can make them seem like a comedy in comparison to what he’s offering.

You try to act like he’s crazy. You laugh at him. You brush him off. You even go so far as to say his behavior would probably warrant Cecil making his head ring.

But Mark is nothing if not persistent.

And now he’s getting heavy. And convincing. So damn convincing. He’s telling you how he’s not doing anything wrong by being a “good friend”. And you’re not doing anything wrong by letting yourself feel something good. With him.

How he doesn’t see anything wrong with making you feel good. He wants to make you feel so good.

Now your head is spinning and — dammit, is he starting to make sense somehow?

He’s got you crowded against a wall in a shadowed corner of HQ. Your chest is starting to heave. Your pulse is jumping. Mark’s looking at you like he already knows what comes next.

[packoreo]

My fav underrated trio

[markeater]

like or rb if you use

[gatorbites-imagines]

yandere maskless x reader PLEASE no one writes him because hes canonically gay but im a guy and hes stupid and pathetic maybe like reader taking mainstream williams place or something

Maskless Mark Grayson x male reader 

Rambles 

Not even putting the yandere in his name cuz hes just like that in general. I like to imagine him as a puppy whining in the rain. A very dangerous puppy. 

Maskless Mark feels like such a pathetic piece of shit (affectionately). Like. Hes not a good person, in any way, but he seems like the type who gets on his hands and knees and starts ugly crying when you reject him. 

Like, you could reject him, and he drops like a bag of bricks and starts heaving cuz he's sobbing so hard cuz he can't live without you. It's so pathetic to look at that it's hard not to give him a chance. (the first time was real, after that he probably starts doing it cuz he knows itll give him what he wants, which is you) 

And, can I say? So pretty when he cries. But thats all the Marks. Theyre all so fucking pretty when their face is all flushed from crying, their lashes clumped together, bottom lip trembling and face shiny with tears. 

Now imagine Maskless Mark walking towards you on his knees, and he clings to your hand and holds it against his cheek to make you cradle him as he sniffles and sobs, begging in the most wobbly and whiny pathetic voice you have ever heard. 

He will not fear doing it in public either, doesn't matter if it embarrasses you. Probably uses that against you tbh to make you take him back, or agree to go on a date. And cuz he's handsome, nobody will help you, instead theyll hate you for rejecting him <3 

Def the kind of yandere to have a whole shrine built for you. Like, the type you see in movies. His walls are coated from top to bottom with pictures he's taken, following you from a distance or even close by, never spotted, but always watching. 

The kind to go through your trash and keep stuff for his shrine. A half-eaten apple, your old toothbrush, an old shirt that has finally reached its last days. Maskless Mark will run his tongue over the toothmarks in the apple, suck and lick at the toothbrush with such a flushed face, and he wraps the shirt around a pillow. Or a you shaped pillow he's handmade. 

All his pathetic attributes doesn't mean he won't kill people though, cuz he can and will. Will kill people and then come crawling to you, sobbing so hard he's about to throw up to guilt you to comfort him for killing innocent people, or even your friends and family.  

I dont think he wants to hurt you out of all people. It kinda breaks the mental illusion hes put himself in that you guys are happy and functioning well. A good boyfriend wouldn't break your legs. But... if you happen to lose them in an... accident. Well, he's such a good boyfriend for taking care of you, right? 

Hes not a cannibal like Sinister, but... I feel he would keep your legs if they got mangled beyond repair or amputated from the knees down or smth. He would also be grossly obsessed with your scars and stumps, always massaging them, kissing them, resting his head in your lap, etc.  

All in all, none of the variants seem like good and healthy partners. Its all fun and games when I write petvincible stuff, but realistically, you should run the other way if these guys ever show up. Or something. 

[n3ocide]

𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 | ᴍᴀʀᴋ ɢʀᴀʏꜱᴏɴ

⤷ english | 549 words

⤷ hurt | fluff (?

⤷ Mark jealous and a little scared, Mark crying (a little), Mark stalking you

⤷ neutral pronouns

➤ Mark is afraid you'll leave him

ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ɪɴᴠɪɴᴄɪʙʟᴇ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

Personally, I like it when Mark cries and it's a little pathetic.

Mark loves you, he always shows it, even if he's in another galaxy saving the planet. Mark is an emotional person, something everyone in the universe knows, something you know too. Mark often can't control his feelings, especially when it comes to you. Mark gets jealous easily, even if he won't admit it, even if he doesn't want to be.

At first, he would stay quiet, thinking about you and the other person. You both seem very happy, something that bothers him.

He knows he has no right to say anything to you; in the end, he's not very present, but that doesn't stop him from being bothered that his beloved partner is happier with someone else.

Once you're alone, he tries to bring up the subject.

— Did you have fun? — His tone is dull; in reality, his intention is not to be friendly, he just wants to know if you have a better time without him.

The walk home was silent, but the tension was there.

You thought he'd had a tough mission, so you didn't think much of it.

Mark was nervous. Yes, he's the best hero in the world, but maybe not the best boyfriend.

A lot was going through Mark's head, ideas he didn't even know existed.

When he got home, he decided to confront you.

— Do you think this is funny? — You looked at him, confused. —Do you think I didn't notice? —

The silence was there, but it was fragile.

— I don't know what you're talking about. — You raised an eyebrow.

Mark chuckled.

— Do you want to get rid of me? — His eyes were starting to well up with tears.

— Mark, I- — He raised his hand, interrupting you.

— You and he were really animated. I haven't seen you like this in a long time. — He clenched his jaw.

— Mark, you're tired. — You sighed.

— You're right. I'm tired of you not treating me like your boyfriend. —

— Excuse me? — You laughed indignantly.

— I love you, but it seems like you only want me as decoration. —

You didn't know what to say.

— You know what? Let's talk when you've calmed down. — You went to your room.

When Mark is jealous, he's very unpredictable, but when he wants something, he gets it.

He'd probably watch you from afar, something you wouldn't even notice.

He'd investigate the other person; he's afraid they might be dangerous.

When he thinks things have calmed down, he'll come to see you, wanting to fix things.

— Hey, I just wanted to... — He trailed off.

— Mark — you said, looking at him with tired eyes.

— Forgive me, — he said, taking your hands. — I've been stressed, and the other day... — He started kissing your knuckles.

— I know, Mark, but sometimes you cross the line. — You placed one of your hands on his cheek, and he stayed there, as if it were second nature.

— I'm sorry... — He started to cry.

Mark is very jealous.

Mark is very emotionalHe tried to set boundaries, he tried to believe that you wouldn't cheat on him with someone else

Coincidentally, the other guy no longer appears in your life. Obviously, Mark has nothing to do with that.

In the end, he just wants to be with you, even if the universe tries to keep you apart.

In the end, Mark loves you.

[n3ocide]

𝐛𝐟 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 | ᴍᴀʀᴋ ɢʀᴀʏꜱᴏɴ

⤷ english | 300 words

⤷ fluff | smut | Main Mark

⤷ pda, fluids, superpowers (?, Mark being a cute and sensitive boyfriend, mention of Debbie and Eve, Mark masturbating

⤷ neutral pronouns and anatomy

➤ Your boyfriend does everything he can to save the world and be a good boyfriend

ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ɪɴᴠɪɴᴄɪʙʟᴇ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

Bf Mark who would be too embarrassed to ask you out Bf Mark whose love language is physical touch and gifts Bf Mark who misses you whenever he has a mission Bf Mark who has a folder on his phone with pictures of you Bf Mark who always apologizes first Bf Mark who talks about you with EVERYONE Bf Mark who asks Debbie for advice Bf Mark who would give his life for you Bf Mark who cries in your arms Bf Mark who would reveal his identity to you just because he loves you Bf Mark who would take you anywhere you want to go Bf Mark who would ask Eve to look after you when he's not around Bf Mark who unfortunately wouldn't be very attentive on dates (he can't go) Bf Mark who LOVES YOU Bf Mark who would distance himself from you just because he's afraid something might happen to you Bf Mark who buys anything that reminds him of you

Bf Mark who kisses and caresses you with love Bf Mark who masturbates to your photos Bf Mark who fucks you while you guys fly (he'll find a way) Bf Mark who fucks you in his superhero costume Bf Mark who would let you be the dominant one Bf Mark who loves your entire body Bf Mark who isn't an expert, but learns for you Bf Mark who cums quickly, but lasts for several rounds Bf Mark who would unintentionally destroy you Bf Mark who only cums inside you if you ask him to Bf Mark who would make you scream and disturb the neighbors Bf Mark who moans and growls in your ear Bf Mark who would joke around while penetrating you Bf Mark who always wants you to enjoy it more than him

[pierce-the-sinners]

Love me?

°FTM Loser/gooner sub bot mark grayson! × mean! top dom male reader°

!Warning! Very mild stalking (from mark), degradation, scent kink (?) unprotected sex, creampie, implied mpreg(?), squirting, wedgie, creaming

Author's note;

- 2.4K words

- very rush AND Not beta read we die like my will to live 🙏 (feel free to lmk if theres any mistake)

- English is not my first language so expect some horrendous grammar error lol

- I haven't written in a while, so im incredibly rusty, last fic i did was back in mesapotamian time

Saving people is an everyday thing for Mark, there wasn't anything new. Kaiju monster? Defeat them. Debris falling? Swoop in and save the civilians. None of the civilians ever gave him something to write home about or stayed in the back of his mind long enough to be a problem.

Until he met you.

It wasn't anything special; he just had swept you off your feet when the debris was falling, but your presence alone was enough to make him crazy. As soon as he placed you in safety, when you left the warmth of his hand, he felt empty. His hand almost chased after you when you left his grasp but he had to stop himself from making a scene. You had no idea the essence you had engraved in his mind, Mark could only tell himself to ‘calm down’ when he could smell your cologne in his palm. He had to rush home as soon as possible.

He landed straight in front of his house and hurried upstairs, ignoring Debbie's call asking “whats wrong, Mark?" Mark could only exclaim “I'm fine! I just need to do something!”

As soon as he got to lock the door behind him, he had undressed himself off his suit in immaculate speed, except his gloves. The only one that has your scent and cologne stuck to. Mark laid down comfortably on his bed, he was inexperienced with sex overall. He wasn't that good of a kisser either, masturbation might be his only strong suit. After all, he's able to rub his cunt at any speed he wishes, his fingers are average size. Good enough to make him cum from time to time.

His boxer was already soaked. He was surprised it didn't bleed through his suit. He slips his left hand inside his underwear, too shy to even undress properly, letting out a silent “mmh- mm” when his fingers start rubbing his nub. He had to be mindful of his sounds, he didn't want to be caught again. Mark starts sniffing and basking in the faint scent of you on his right gloves. “Ahh..” he moaned softly when he could feel more juices coming out from between his folds. He let out a whimper when he felt that sharp tingly feeling in his cunt. He rubbed himself faster, started imagining your presence- if you're here in his room, watching him. 

“Such a fucking loser” you said

Mark moaned louder, his thighs squished together.

“You're pathetic.” You spoke, tone laced with venom, at least that's how Mark imagined you'd say it. His middle finger trying to probe himself open when- he creamed all over the sheet.

‘That was embarrassing’ he thought. He at least took 5 minutes before cumming and even so he had to pull out some sort of videos to watch but the thought of you and your scent had made him cum in no time. The idea made Mark squeeze his thigh together again. “.. im such a fucking loser..”

But the acknowledgement didn't stop him one bit.

The thought and the idea that you might one day catch him, with all his perverted doings, it was enough to be his masturbation material.

3 months. He couldn't get you out of his head. He couldn't stop rubbing himself. It was most embarrassing during the lecture, how he had to excuse himself and head to the bathroom at least once to finger himself, imagining you. The glove he had worn that day never left his bagpack, he had to bring it, just basking in the musk of it soaked his boxer. William had questioned him a few times “why do you keep going to the bathroom, dude?” , and Mark couldn't even give an honest answer. How does he say he's jerking off in a public bathroom to a guy he doesn't even know to his best friend? 

Mark had patrolled the city more often than he should, the same place he had saved you that day, over and over again. Just for a slight chance that you might show up. It was much to Cecil's dismay, something about “causing anxiety in civilians”. It was obsessive really, there's even conspiratorial article about how apparently there's something the government is not telling the public after seeing THE invincible flying around nonstop

So patrolling was out of the picture for a while. His glove no longer held your scent, even when he refused to wear and wash them, fearing that it might disappear too soon. Mark tried to find another way, asking William about it, trying his best to describe you to the best of his ability. He even went on random social media, typing what he guessed your name would be and scroll for hours.

Perhaps that day, the stars and planets had aligned just for him.

He spotted you at the college's party. 

 It was his golden opportunity. Seeing you on the dancefloor, he didn't know how fast he had headed for the door, how fast he flew to go back home to grab.. something. Something he's too embarrassed to keep with at his dorm so it remained in his closet - locked. Then he went back to the party, incredibly fast that you seemingly haven't moved an inch from the dance floor 

He made his way through the dancing crowd, people grinding against one another. He couldn't careless, he was after you but his hope shattered when he saw somebody else now grinding against you. Some guy's ass grinding against your crotch and you drunkily thrusting too.

His body moved on itself. He pushed the guy you were grinding on to some other person and try his best to replace, hoping you wouldn't notice the difference or comment on it

“Woah” you mumbled, eyes heavy, but you were conscious enough to feel a big plump ass that's rubbing against your dick, eagerly might you add.  “haven't seen you around before” you said trying to strike a conversation after seeing Mark's pathetic face. “yeah but I have.. seen you around,” Mark said, trying to keep his tone indifferent. He was gonna get you one way or another. “Is that supposed to be romantic?” you retorted, truth be told you didn't want to be mean but you can see how desperately he's grinding on you, ‘this guy really needs to get laid’ is all you could think of. Mark let out an awkward chuckle, he didn't know how else to respond. How can he say that he's been trying to reach you so you can fuck his brains out? The dance felt stiff more or less. You smirk and hold his hip in place, “so.. you've been eyeing me?” You asked. He tried stifling his moan with the back of his palm when he felt the shape of your length. Mark faces you, his hand clenching your shirt. ‘God i must look like so desperate right now’, the thought ran wild in Mark's mind.

“Would you want to fuck me less if I said yes?” 

Mark asked, his eyes narrowing. You chuckled, he's odd but you find yourself appreciating his honesty. “Well I'm gonna need more drinks to even consider,” you insulted him, just to see if he would squirm and maybe give up. Or is he that desperate? You got your answer when you could hear a low whimper from him. Mark bit his lips, his eyes glistening just slightly.

“Please.. I can't stop thinking about you,”

You slip a sock onto the doorknob and kick the door close behind you. Mark eagerly lay on the bed on all four, shaking his hip, “hurry..” he begged. He was waiting for this moment, he had dreamed of this. You traced your hand over him, his figure, his childbearing hip. Then you pull off his pants and reveal the gift he had for you. Something Mark was so shy about that he couldn't bring it to his dorm and had to fly to his house to change.

You licked your lips. 

It was a lacy black panties with little bows that fit him so perfectly. 

"Look at that, did you stole from your mom or something?" You bit your lip as you tucked on his panties, hard. Mark moaned out loud when he felt the fabric stretch between his folds. Juices began gushing out of his eager cunt, who knows a wedgie could feel this good? You flipped him on his back before climbing on top of him, Mark bit his lip, a look of anticipation was all over his face. He tried squeezing his thigh shut suddenly growing shy when he could feel his juices overflowing and running down his thigh but you had placed both your hands to keep them open.

You slipped your hand inside his panties, feeling the wetness in between your fingers. Mark had tilted his head back when he felt the heaven sent that is your hand. “Ahh-! Please..” 

It was enough to make you rock hard when he looked at you with the most puppy eyes you've seen. You lean down, biting on the string of his panties and pulling it down slowly, you bare your teeth clearly so he can see the show you've put on just for him. You earned a whimper from him but then his thigh shut between your face, squeezing your face. It took you by surprise but before you could properly process it, you felt him squirting all over your face. It was tangy- a bit sweet and salty.

“I'm so sorry! I.. im sorry i was too excited and i..” mark stuttered as he hurried to wipe the residue on your face. You held his wrist and made him watch as you lick it off your lips.

You pushed him back before unbelting your pants and finally freeing your member. It was rock hard and begging for mark at that point. Mark gulped down his saliva when he finally saw your member. Sure he has spent countless nights imagining this moment but nothing could prepare him for the real thing. It was an understatement to say he was impressed since he was practically drooling. “I've been really good” he said when he saw you lubing yourself. Hoping that it might please you, instead it makes you want to bully him more.  “Have you?” You questioned with a smirk as you tapped your cock lightly against his thigh. He nods vigorously. Then when you finally probe your tip in between his folds, “mmgh- yes..!” mark cums the second time that night. His legs were slightly shaken as he creamed against your tip. You couldn't help but let out a scoff. Mark covered his face with the back of his palm, he was too embarrassed to say anything. Only letting out soft breathy moans. You were getting impatient yourself, you slowly rock your hip and pushing your cock inside his tight heat. 

“Yes-!~ please please please”

Mark begged as his eyes rolled back, even when your cock barely inside, his toes were already curled. You let out a groan when your dick is fully inside and finally able to bottom out. 

“M’ so full.. “ mark uttered under his breath, “yeah and fucking tight too” you said and give Mark's thigh a squeeze before finally moving. 

“Faster~! Faster, faster! More!” The moan mark left aloud was beyond pornographic. At this point you might not get your fix from watching and reading porn anymore. his nails digging in your back, with his power he could have accidentally torn your shirt to shreds but mark seem to be conscious enough to hold back. When you finally found his g-spot, Mark let out a guttural moan as he came again. His juices flowing down your shaft and lubing it up. Your hips move faster than before as you were close to your own climax “inside~! Please inside, i wanna get fucking pregnant!”, you obeyed and finished inside him with a guttural moan of your own. “Mmh fuck yeah..” 

You didn't know how long you had been thrusting in and out of him, but you feel your cum flowing out of his cunt, you had finished inside of him maybe thrice? Your legs were cramping already so you had to pull out, much to Mark's dismay. He whimpered when your tip finally left his fucked out pussy. “Mm, we can't be done yet..” Mark tugged your hand

“You sure have some crazy stamina,” you mumbled before plopping down next to him on the bed. “My legs are cramping, seriously” you groaned, your hand lightly massaging your leg. Mark didn't want to take that as an answer so in the end he climbed on top of you instead.“hey- you sure?” you asked, you seriously didn't want him to hurt himself in the process. Mark nodded and placed his legs on either side. His fucked out pussy on display and your cum slowly dribbling out of him. “I want to carry your babies..” he said, the face he's making is one of lust. He's obviously too drunk in his own horniness and you didn't seem to care all that much. “You're such a brainless slut” you commented. He grabbed both your hand and places them on his waist

 “only for you.”

When he finally sinks down on your cock, your leftover cum from inside him gushes out like a fountain. Mark didn't care- he was too busy chasing his own pleasure. Lifting himself up and down and bouncing on your dick like a man possessed. “Fuck-! Yes right there!! You better put a baby in me-!”, he moaned. You were groaning, your hips unable to stay still and keep chasing after his pussy all the same. “Please~! Again~ I want it inside~!!” Mark came for nth time, anticipating your cum just made him so wet. When you did cummed in him once again, he was beyond delighted, his toes curling and his eyes rolling back. Finally, he fell to your side. His face was a mess, and his mind completely broke. He couldn't even close his legs properly causing your cum to dribble and pour out of him. 

Your legs are still cramping after all that, but on the other hand.. you got a perfect fit of a cumdump.

[batzrus]

Imagine Mark Grayson...

Warnings: 18+, dubius-consent.

As children you both loved sleepovers. you were always at each other's house, snuggled under the covers, sharing laughs, giggles and snot bubbles. Even as you grew older you two always found yourselves taking refuge in each other's homes. It was a thing share between only the two of you. Even now you find yourself wrapped in his sheets, hyper aware of the heat that radiates off him. You were about to learn that just because tradition doesn't end, doesn't mean they can't change.

-

You woke up gradually, sweating, breathing heavily and confused and way too aware of the breath on the back of your neck. You're sluggish, too slow to realized when he shuffles closer practically fusing to your back, his musk invading your nose, hot and suffocating. You try to shift away, your heart picking up speed and pounding against your fragile rib cage. 'A mistake' your brain conjures, searching for any excuse, anything that could distract you from the heat coursing through your veins and the solid body that stuck close to your skin. Over the years you'd spent together you had grown use to his presence but never like this.

This proximity forces you to feel everything, especially how much hotter he seems and just how much he starts to squirm. You feel the same pounding in his chest, its erratic and fearful the way its trying to jump out his chest. You stiffen as his hands grip your sides, lips trembling against your skin. A nightmare, you think by the way he whimpers and whines into your neck, dragging you impossible closer until you're slotted together like a jigsaw pupzzle, and hunching himself in you as if to hide.

You refuse to acknowledge it. Mind and will overpowering your traitorous body. You and Mark were friends, just friends. You played tag together as kids, played uno with each other's families, caught frogs in a ditch and ate dirt out each other's hands. You remember his gummy grin. For God's sake you knew him since he was a child. You could never think of him in this way, never, never, never. You didn't notice the way he grew taller, filling out his clothes in ways you could only imagine. You didnt notice the way his voice deepened, every call of your name sending shivers down your spine. You didn't notice how his gummy smile transformed into that shiny bashful grin, framed by those plump pink lips. You didn't notice. You couldn't notice. You didn't. You— could have sworn he moaned your name.

His heavy breath fans across your flushed skin, his heart pounding against you in the same rhythm, so in sync as if he's feeding on what you radiate. He squirms against your back like a worm, muscles tensing to grip your sides until pain fans across your waist, ripping at the last of your restraint. You're just about ready to turn around and wake him before you feel it— Something grinds against your ass, strong as steel and relentless. Only then you realize his whimpers and whines change into something more like a groan which then bleeds into gasps and moans as you find yourself rolling your ass into his arousal.

For someone so strong, he is painfully vulnerable in mind, responding so generously to your touch. "F-Fuck..." has you mindlessly shifting each other's positions, and settling right on top his throbbing arousal, putting in extra work to coax more sounds from his drool smeared lips.

Something in the back of your mind probes you to stop, begging for the last piece of dignity left alone. Instead, you find yourself reaching deeper, feeling at his twitching abdomen with trembling fingers, tugging at the loose waist band of his pants, and playing with boundaries that you should've never been near.

[avyenol]

Mainstream!Mark x Male!reader and drunk love confession? (Mark is the one being drunk):33

OH MY GOSH YES!? i love this sm

myshayluhhhhhh :(

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just a bit tipsy~

mark grayson x male!reader

summary. after rex and eve convince mark to finally rest and have a night out, you are left with a drunken mark that seems extra clingy

c/w. drinking, this cutie is drunk outta his mind, comfort, fluff, drunk love confession <3

a/n. my mark obsession will never die bro lol, as always enjoyy <3 (also college started and i’ve been a bit busy so sorry for the delay 💔)

“how exactly did you guys convince me to do this..?” mark asks, more to himself than anyone else.

after a rather lengthy and brutal battle that mark had to cover for the gda, everyone could tell how exhausted mark was. his usual light demeanor was completely wiped out. instead it was replaced with a short fuse- one that rex seemingly loved to test everyday.

but that didn’t stop you from telling him to take a breather. a break. you’ve been one of his closest friends since, well forever and you knew that if mark didn’t stop overworking himself he was going to crash and burn.

real bad.

which was how mark found himself in his current predicament. it really wasn’t you’re suggestion but you let rex and eve handle the whole ‘relaxing’ situation mark needed.

eve slightly bumped mark’s shoulder with hers. “c’mon mark, it’s not that bad, just relax-“

“or completely let loose, trust you need it more than us.” rex interrupted, he was already holding a couple of drinks for the group.

“alright but just like one- two drinks max.” mark said.

it was definitely more than two.

-

it was late into the night, you were lying on your bed in nothing but your pajama pants, listening to music. you had picked up your phone, thinking about calling mark to see how he’s enjoying his night out but your phone rang first.

mark <3, illuminated your screen, his contact photo one you two took together at an amusement park a couple years back. you softly chuckle to yourself before you pick up.

“hey man you should like totally come downstairs, we got somethin’ for you.” it wasn’t mark but rex and even though he was coherent you could tell he had a little too much to drink.

you don’t even question it and run out your room, downstairs to your front door.

when you open it you’re met with the sight of a drunk rex and an even drunker mark. rex was holding him up by his arm, trying to keep mark rightside up.

it was kinda cute.

“we would’ve went to his place but yours is so much closer… and he wouldn’t stop whining about his best friend.” rex smirks at you.

you quirk an eyebrow towards mark who’s leaning against your doorframe now. “i got it from here, don’t worry.”

you grab mark and say your goodbyes to rex and eve who’s in the car. “don’t have too much fun!” eve shouts at you. you just offer her a head shake and a smile before closing your front door and locking it.

“my head hurts so bad (name).” you look down at him as he leans his whole body onto you, he’s cuddled up on your arm- clinging to you.

“how about i take you to my room big guy? get you some food?” he perks up at the mention of food and you make note to get on rex’s ass later about letting him get drunk on an empty stomach.

somehow, you manage to get him up the stairs and to your room. you lay him down on your bed and turn on the tv for him so you can go downstairs and bring up snacks.

“i’ll be back, okay?” you smile at him but he nods at you, probably too drunk to answer you.

after you gather some snacks from your pantry, you make your way back up to your room.

“i don’t have your favorite chips here right now, but i got you a couple of fruit snacks- and i made you a. sand-“ you pause mid sentence.

you figured he’d still be laying on your bed when you got back but he was not standing in the middle of your room.

shirtless.

“oh hey.. i was about to fall asleep but my shirt was uncomfortable so-“

“no, no, it’s fine, what’s your is mine anyways right?” you tell him, you don’t make eye contact though because you’re sure you’ll explode if you do.

“you brought me snacks?” he asks looking down at your arms.

you softly smile. “well duh, i can’t let you be drunk and hungry.”

mark moved to kay back on your bed and so did you, a pile of snack laid on top of you both. you’re silently watching the movie but you can almost feel mark staring at you…

“you know, you’re the best (name), you didn’t have to let me crash here,” mark softly whispers and suddenly he’s closer to you than you thought.

“that’s what best friends do, i wouldn’t just leave you with rex,” you try to joke but his eyes are looking at you with such adoration it’s hard to focus.

his cheeks are still flushed but they seem redder than before, his hairs a mess but a good mess, and his breathing is somewhat elevated.

or maybe it’s just you.

mark scoots closer to you and lays he head on your shoulder as you tense up a bit. “you know i always thought you were pretty- like a pretty guy you know? - but i didn’t wanna tell you in case you thought that was weird- is that weird?” he rambles but softly and your faces are inches apart.

you’re sure than he can feel your heart pounding with how close he is to you.

“…no it’s not weird mark, you’re sweet for that.”

he sighs and curls his head into the crook of your neck, you don’t move away or try to move him from you. “good cause i like you and i didn’t wanna ruin anything between us…” mark mumbles.

for a minute you thought you didn’t hear him right because of how slurred and low he spoke but you know you did.

with the way he was clinging onto you, his cheeks redder than when he was first dropped off, and how shy he seemed.

he just confessed to you.

part of you is so glad he’s not looking at your face because you can feel the biggest dopey smile growing on your lips.

“…yeah well, i like you too.”

he doesn’t answer but he sighs again and smiles into your neck.

maybe you should take him out on a real date… and restock your pantry for his favorite chips again.

either way, you’re glad you finally told him how you really felt after all this time.

[landlord-ultimate]

Mark Grayson x Male Werewolf Reader

Imagine him begging and crying for werewolf to knot him....

He's saying he can take it cause he's strong, he's invincible

Then when werewolf does knot him and fills him up he gets a lil belly bulge

Also instead of werewolf muttering about having pups to Mark its the other way around with Mark saying it

Mark wanting to be bred so badly and pouting when it doesn't take...

If they try hard enough it will happen trust guys.. Viltrumites and reproducing with the strongest.. Marks body actually changing so they can have pups together...

[6houlite]

no bro you don't understand I NEED poserpunk mohawk ..... he's so horrible... sneak peak of headcanons that I've been spamming my friends with,

evil. someone also mentioned his ass pre-powers would get swallowed up by a mosh pit and YES oh my god exactly.