mark grayson & rogue!reader ╲ mark grayson doesn’t give a damn what you can do, or how fear hurting him; he would touch you again and again no matter the consequences.
𖥔 ࣪˖ tags⠀⎯ pre-established relationship | angst (ish?) | reader is inspired by rogue from the xmen | given mark is half-viltrumite he doesn’t go into a coma he only passes out for a little | touch-starved reader | suggestive (?) but no smut | mark is cheesy | cute little blurb | fluff
𖥔 ࣪˖ author’s notes⠀⎯ i saw one of my favorite writers do a “starfire!reader” so i was inspired to do something similar with rogue from the xmen given i love her and gambit so much. if this fic is receipted well i may write actual smut about this couple. for now please enjoy and excuse any grammar mistakes <3
A favorite artist of yours murmurs melodies in the background of your bedroom, drown out by the sweet whispers passing between you and your beloved Mark Grayson.
You always enjoyed times like this, simply laying side by side, eyes focused on the other while speaking about anything and everything.
How tiring missions were.
How Mark worried about his mom.
How you worried about your powers.
Nothing was off the table, this little moment in time dedicated to simply catching up with each other.
Your lips curled slowly the moment you felt fingers squeeze around your own, Mark’s digits gliding across your gloved hand whilst your palms pressed against one another’s. You always loved that touch despite the barrier, craving it after a long day.
Since you gained them, you’ve felt like your powers were.. dirty. You didn’t enjoy the looks people gave you when using them, or how some fellow heroes would shy away from you even when wearing your gloves. The outside world didn’t need to remind you how cursed you were, you did so yourself everyday.
But being with Mark, he never saw you as your power, as some weapon used to suck the life out of others. He only ever saw you, his girlfriend that he would do anything for.
Even when that anything was just a little stupid.
You giggled softly at the joke that passed his lips, eyes pinched closed for a moment before popping open when you felt his hand move. The man attempted to be subtle, yet Mark never was; given you could feel his fingers find the sliver of skin between the long sleeve you wore and your glove, allowing the appendages to trace there gently.
Quickly, you slipped your hand from his grasp, eyebrows pushing close as you glared up at the man. ”Mark..” You attempted a stern tone, it faltering the moment you noticed that subtle pout capturing his features. You sighed softly, sinking into the pillow below you.
“Can’t touch.” The man finished the sentence for you, sinking into his own pillow whilst blinking up at you so lovingly. His fingers clenched the blankets underneath the both of you, lips parting to speak;
“But, a little touch isn’t going to hurt me ya know.”
“Last time we held hands you passed out for five minutes.”
Mark groaned softly, “That was last time— I’ve gotten much stronger since then.” He wasn’t completely wrong. The two of you started dating around the same time he gained his Viltrumite powers. Of course he was rusty at first but he learned, something you would always admire.
You breathed softly as Mark moved closer, your hand reaching over to press against his clothed chest. You flinched the moment you felt his fingers lock around your covered arm, easily maneuvering your hand to press right up against his heartbeat. The gentle pounds of the organ caused you to warm, lips pursing as his name came out of you in a pretty whisper.
At the call Mark was inching even closer, now a breaths away, noses barely grazing each other.
“I don’t want to push you, but I don’t want you to hold back either.” He mused, eyes flicking from your own to drop to your lips. The man’s fingers traced your covered skin, speaking once again;
“I would pass out a million times just to feel you [Name]. Half-Viltrumite or not.”
You struggled to keep your little smile down, fingers crumpling the top he wore. You felt the way his heart raced, knowing your own was doing the exact same. A rhythm perfectly in sync, matched faultlessly.
“And you have to remember; I’m Invincible.” The corner of his mouth twitched up into a smile, watching amusement take over your features— the prettiest laughter escaping your lips. Mark wasted no time in swallowing those giggles, fingers dragging from your arm to breach the glove you wore. Pushing the barrier up further, he could only sigh at the touch.
Slowly, hesitantly you kissed back, a shuddering breath flying through your nose. Whenever you touched someone, feeling their powers or memories enter your body— it felt unnatural. Like some type of intruder that had no place underneath your skin.
But feeling Mark, it was completely different. That usual pit of despair that would enter your stomach was replaced with nothing but warmth, warmth that you could only describe as pure love. Even as his powers circulated through your body, you could only focus on how sweetly he kissed you.
Tenderly and gentle, as if Mark had the power to drain you instead. Maybe he did, maybe he could devour you whole; mind and body— yet you wouldn’t care. Wouldn’t protest, wouldn’t whine..
Mark claimed he would pass out a million times just to feel you. And you would entertain each, no matter the day, no matter the time.
The love you held for him outweighed any curse you believed you had.
Your teeth gently dragged across his bottom lip, feeling Mark groan against you; clearly enjoying the attention. His hand squeezed yours just a little tighter, breathing you in, savoring the taste of your lips.
The sweet lip-locking continued for several moments longer before you felt Mark part from you, or rather his body slump as he slid off your lips.
His head landed on the pillow beneath you, eyes shut closed as soft breaths escaped him. Your eyelids lowered, releasing his hand and pulling your glove firmly onto your own. Reaching over, two fingers pressed against his slightly bruised lips, smearing the combined saliva the moment you swept them.
“Stupid boy..” You mummured softly, no longer able to fight back that smile. Your hand then moved to rest between the two of you, body shifting to find a comfortable position on the mattress.
You expected him to be out for a little, maybe even an hour. You didn’t care though, you would wait for him, every time.
