Hey first off I just want to say I love your work it's well written and overall just fun to read and second do you think you can write about shiesty stripped mohawk sinister and mainstream mark and how they would treat their significant other who's a prima ballerina please
Hiiiii thank you, I really appreciate it!! Anyway, sure, here are your headcanons!!
Warnings: jealousy (in some of them), second person pov
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How would Shiesty Mark, Target Mark, Mohawk Mark, Sinister Mark, and Main Mark act with a prima ballerina! Reader?
Shiesty Mark
He definitely wouldn’t be a fan of this profession or hobby of yours, he’s not the type to be mesmerized by a classical dance performance. But with you, it’s different.
Watching you dance is something he enjoys a lot, even if he never admits it... instead, he hides it behind sarcastic jokes or teasing, when in truth he loves seeing you move with that kind of grace he can’t even explain. Did you always have it in you, or did it come only after years of practice?
He’d be very jealous of the dancers in your ballet company. Every time you go train for one or two hours, Shiesty Mark waits outside ready to fly you home. If he notices a dancer giving you too much attention… he won’t hesitate to step in and immediately take you away.
You know he’s jealous of your partners, but it rarely happens that he intervenes. He only does it if he thinks your dance partner has real bad intentions, which to you feels fair.
In your free time after training, you love to flop onto the couch and watch TV shows with him. To help you relax your muscles, he even lets you stretch your legs over him and occasionally gives them some attention (though not often, he doesn’t want you thinking he’s a “softie”).
When you train at home in the room you’ve set up for your passion, he usually prefers not to disturb you, staying in the living room instead. Still, every now and then he peeks in to see how you’re doing.
If you’re really exhausted after training, he reminds you not to push yourself too hard and warns that overexerting without recovery could seriously injure you, something he doesn’t want at all. If you can’t walk, he has no problem carrying you in his arms or slinging you over his shoulder and tossing you straight onto the bed (he doesn’t even try to be delicate about it).
All in all, he tolerates this hobby of yours, even if he doesn’t really care that much. Still, he greatly admires your talent as a ballerina.
Target Mark
Even if he doesn’t show it, Target Mark loves this profession or hobby of yours and adores watching your performances. He always demands a front-row seat whenever you’re on stage, and if it’s a tour, he gladly tags along to attend both rehearsals and shows.
Although he has an interest in this art, he would never practice it himself… unlike the dancers in your company, who he doesn’t really like.
Target Mark isn’t stupid, if he follows you everywhere, even to rehearsals, there’s a reason: to make sure nothing happens between you and the other dancers.
It’s not that he doesn’t trust you, he doesn’t trust them.
If a choreography requires you to exchange a romantic look with a dancer, Target Mark tolerates it… but that’s as far as it goes. Once the music stops, so do the glances. If needed, he has no problem confronting your colleagues, though he wouldn’t use his powers on someone so insignificant. (Besides, he can’t risk losing the chance to attend rehearsals.)
After long sessions with your dance company, all you want is to relax, and Target Mark knows exactly where to take you: the spa. Money isn’t a problem, he’s a Viltrumite… an Emperor, you don’t have to worry about that.
Thermal baths, sauna, jacuzzi, massages... everything you need to fully unwind. And of course, Target Mark indulges too, because he’s just as fond of them.
When you train at home, he loves to watch you dance so gracefully and often reminds you not to overdo it (and heaven forbid you ignore him, if you push past your limits too much, he gets angry).
If you’re too exhausted to do anything, he takes care of it himself, trying to finish quickly so he can come rest with you.
Mohawk Mark
No, he doesn’t like this type of dance at all, nor the music... it’s not his style. But of course, he doesn’t judge you for it since you enjoy it. Still, he would never willingly go watch a show like that… except lately, he goes only because you’re the lead role. If you’re not on stage, he’s literally doing something else.
Your dance partners? He hates them. To Mohawk Mark, it’s obvious those guys chose this sport just to look at girls and hit on them, no guy would ever pick ballet unless it was for those shady reasons.
If anyone dares lay eyes on you, even for a second, they’re immediately on his radar. If they do it again… he steps in. (He’s already been kicked out of your studio several times because of this.)
When you come back from training and need to relax, he lets you lie down on the couch and chats with you. Since you’re too tired to do much, he wants you to switch off your brain, unwind, share your experiences, or even vent if you’re stressed about your profession.
He knows performance anxiety is tough and that you carry a lot of responsibility. To distract you, he sometimes puts on his own music in the background (definitely not that “horrible” genre you’re forced to listen to for hours at training).
During your home practice, he stays in your room and, at your request, records your routines so you can check mistakes and see what to improve.
What he can’t stand? Having to listen to that irritating ballet music, though watching you dance itself isn’t a problem.
Once you’re done training, he lets you rest in bed and, surprise surprise, he even brings you dinner there (he orders McDonald’s, totally forgetting about your dancer’s diet).
Sinister Mark
Ballet? He’s neutral about it, it doesn’t excite or bother him. But if you like it, then he makes himself like it too. He doesn’t show much interest in the art itself, knows nothing about it, and doesn’t intend to learn: he only cares about what you do. Prima ballerina, the lead role in the company? Sinister Mark is proud of you and has no problem showing it… when you’re alone together.
Your dance partners? He doesn’t worry about them anymore, he already scared them off before you even introduced them. What you don’t know is that he’d been keeping tabs on you for a long time, knowing where you trained and who you hung out with, long before you invited him to your studio. He’d already met your “friends.”
They quickly understood that if they so much as tried anything with you, it wouldn’t end well. He even demonstrated what he was capable of with his powers to make his point clear.
Often after training, Sinister Mark takes you out for dinner so neither of you has to cook, and you can relax together. He chooses prestigious places, never low-class restaurants, where the food is exquisite and balanced enough to fit your diet. As for the bill? He takes care of it himself... sometimes by offering “extra work” in exchange for dinner (after all, many restaurants have… rivals in the market, and he tends to make them disappear or intimidate them on request).
When you train at home, he prefers not to disturb you, so he usually doesn’t even show up in your room. Every now and then, though, he comes in with something in hand (like protein bars or cold water), reminding you not to overwork and to take breaks. If you ask him to watch your choreography, he has no problem and does it gladly.
After training, he loves spending time with you in bed, hugging you, kissing your face and neck, and telling you that you’ll always be his favorite ballerina.
Main Mark
Mark loves attending your performances whenever he can. Unfortunately, being a superhero means he can’t always make it, but he does his best to avoid letting duties get in the way of your shows. Seeing you so passionate about this art makes him genuinely happy, and he supports you however he can.
Your dance partners aren’t a problem for him, Mark trusts you. Sometimes he even chats with them during your rehearsals. He wouldn’t really call them friends, but in his eyes, they’re decent people. He’s not jealous.
After your training, Mark takes you home so you can enjoy a relaxing shower, and most of the time, he carries you flying so you don’t waste energy.
He loves having dinners with you on rooftops, far away from everything and everyone, where you can often watch the sunset without interruption.
Mark enjoys watching you practice at home. You often ask for his opinion on your skills, thinking you’re never good enough, but he always reassures you, saying that to him you’re the best ballerina in the whole company.
When you’re too tired after training, he loves sleeping with you in bed, wrapping his arms around you. He’s always the first to fall asleep, resting his head on your shoulder.
That theory comes up again in what’s become your regular nightly routine: kittens curled against you, a couple of the variants standing watch while the others lounge nearby, half-listening, half-joking with one another. The wasteland wind rustles dryly around your makeshift shelter, and the smell of warm fur and faint ozone clings to the air.
Prisoner Mark, holding one of the kittens in both hands like a sacred object, breaks the quiet. “Do you guys also think... that they won’t always stay like this?”
Mohawk Mark, who’s busy rubbing sand out of his shoulder, glances over. “You mean turning into little cat-people?”
Prisoner Mark nods slowly. “I mean, yeah. They are half-Viltrumite. Eventually, they’re gonna grow teeth. And flight. Probably.”
Sinister Mark chuckles, arms behind his head. “Imagine that. A Viltrumite with fuzzy ears and a tail. Whole planets would riot. Rebels wouldn’t even run—they’d just point and laugh.”
You blink at him from where you’re curled up, giving a soft, confused meow. You don’t understand the politics, but the tone sounds light. Teasing. Affectionate.
Omni-Mark, leaning against a sun-bleached rock, smirks slightly. “We’d lose our intimidation factor overnight.”
Striped Mark, who’s got a kitten perched on his shoulder like a sleepy bird, adds, “No one’s going to cower before the mighty Viltrumite Empire when one of its warriors has twitchy whiskers and a grooming instinct.”
Full Mask Mark finally speaks up, voice muffled through his ever-present mask. “They’ll still be strong. Doesn’t matter what ears they have.”
Viltrumite Mark raises a brow. “I mean, sure. Strength is what matters. But let’s not pretend the tail wouldn’t be distracting during a serious battle.”
Maskless Mark, who’s been silent up to now, snorts. “Imagine trying to give orders when your lieutenant’s cleaning their face with their tongue mid-briefing.”
The laughter ripples quietly between them, a rare moment of levity in this dusty exile. It’s not just the idea of cat-Viltrumites that amuses them. It’s the shift, the change from who they were before. Cold, brutal, directionless. Now they’re co-parenting fluffballs in the void of a dead dimension.
You stretch lazily and paw the ground before curling tighter around your babies, who stir slightly, tiny ears twitching. One of them yawns—a big, silent motion that exposes minuscule fangs.
Mohawk Mark notices. “Huh. Teeth already?”
Sinister Mark grins wider. “Soon they’ll be climbing all over us.”
Striped Mark smirks. “I say we get ahead of it and start teaching them how to pounce.”
Full Mask Mark crosses his arms. “They’re not weapons.”
Viltrumite Mark glances at you, then back at the others. “Not yet.”
They all go quiet for a second. Not out of fear. Not out of guilt. Just... wondering.
What kind of beings will these kittens become? How much of them will be you—gentle, feline, affectionate? And how much will be them—sharp, intense, built for war?
Whatever happens, one thing’s certain: the universe isn’t ready.
my friend told me i should post of of my invincible variants art on tumblr, so here we are. anyways there’s a criminal lack of emperor/target/striped mark content
i tried to draw a silly “haha what would my invincible oc would be doing during the war” and then i realized i didn’t have one. so there’s my spider sona instead
A/N: This will be like 90% DILFs and Alternate Mark Variants only.
💀 = Angst and/or Adult Themes
🌸 = Fluff
💌 = Personal Favourite
🔥 = Smut
🎵 = Song Fic / Contains Lyrics
✅ = Finished Series
❌ = WIP/Hiatus
Each and every Work has it's own detailed Warnings listed.
All Mark Variants
Second Chance At Love 💀 🌸 ✅️ x gn! Reader During the war, one particular variant searches for someone he once lost. [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]
[Read here] 💀 🌸 x gn! Reader | General HC's for the variants and their past with you.
[Read here] 🌸 x gn! Reader | HC's about how the variants like to cuddle.
[Read here] 🔥🌸 x f! Reader | How good is each variant at eating you out? 18+
[Read here] 🌸 x gn! Reader | General HC's for Prisoner! Mark.
[Read here] 💀 x gn! Reader | How would the variants react if they realize you already have a different partner in the main universe?
[Read here] 🌸x f! Reader | How would the variants react to you being pregnant?
Sinister
[Delicate] 💀 🌸 x gn! regenerator! Reader | During his involuntary stay at the wasteland dimension, Sinister Mark has developed a concerning appetite... 18+
Psychosocial💀 x gn! Reader | Yandere! Sinister Mark x Reader
Mohawk
Payback 💀 🌸 x f! Reader | After killing you in his timeline, Mohawk is seeking you out to do it again.
Conquest
noncon drabble 🔥💀 x f! Reader
[Read here] 🌸 x gn! Reader | Holding Conquest while he cries for the first time in his life.
[Read here]🔥🌸 x gn! Reader | Jacking off a very touch-starved Conquest.
[Read here] 🔥🌸 x gn! Reader I general and nsfw Headcanons
Siren's Song 💀 🌸 x gn! Reader | You suffer from a curse that makes anyone hearing your voice become utterly devoted to you, and that makes you lonelier than it sounds.
Thragg
hierath 💀 x f! Human! Reader I You were involuntarily chosen to produce a heir for no one else but the Great Regent himself.
[Read here] 🔥🌸 x f! Reader | You tease Thragg for his breeding kink. 18+
[Read here] 💀 x gn! Human! Reader I Amnesic Thragg had built a life with you, but that illusion is built on a weak foundation.
All Viltrumites
[Read here] 🌸x gn! Reader I The Viltrumite men taking care of a sick Reader.
Hay I hope it’s not too much but what if Viltrumites or the mark variants with a fem reader who is a meta omnipotent and a shy and timid person and magical girl
Of course! For the Viltrumites I decided to include Nolan, Conquest, and Thula (because she’s a baddie). This will be a very long post since I’ll include all the characters here, enjoy!
Genre: Platonic relationship headcanons (with F! Reader) 🤝 – though they could also be seen as romantic somehow 💕, SFW 🌿
Warnings: Blood, violence, Reader is kinda OP and immortal, Reader is a Guardian of the Globe, Reader is human but her powers come from another planet in the universe, open endings (you can choose whether Reader kills the character or not, except for Nolan, Conquest and Thula), second person pov
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How would the Viltrumites and the Invincible Variants behave with an OP magical girl F! Reader?
Nolan
After killing the Guardians of the Globe, Omni-Man came looking for you since, for some strange reason, you hadn’t shown up at the base after receiving the alarm on your bracelet.
Nolan was fully aware of your abilities: he knew you weren’t a weak opponent to underestimate, even if most of the time you appeared timid, innocent, and almost fragile.
The problem was, even though he had seen you fight against small-time criminals before (people who were far too weak for someone like you), he had never witnessed your true potential.
The reason you hadn’t arrived in time at the meeting was because you had been delayed by a simple bank robbery. A desperate man had tried to steal, and because you were shy yet deeply empathetic, you had hesitated before stopping him, sensing he might have been forced into it.
You had gone easy on him, but even then, your energy blast had still gravely wounded him. The guilt weighed heavily on your shoulders, and you had replayed that moment in your head with shame, wishing you had found a gentler way.
When Omni-Man showed up, you immediately noticed his condition. For you, he had always been a guide, someone to look up to, even if he wasn’t part of your own superhero team. You deeply respected him as a colleague and secretly admired his strength.
Without thinking, you had rushed to him, timidly showering him with anxious questions, your voice soft but trembling. Nolan, however, looked at you with his usual calm expression, though his battered state made you realize that whatever had done this to him must have been incredibly strong.
Nolan told you to follow him out of the city, claiming that the so-called “kaiju” was still there, fighting against the Guardians, and that they needed your help. His voice carried authority, and shy as you were, you didn’t dare question him.
You trusted Nolan, why wouldn’t you?
Unfortunately, once you reached the outskirts of the city, you noticed that there was no sign of the kaiju. Confused, you hesitated, wondering if perhaps the battle had already ended. But the threat had seemed far too serious for it to vanish so quickly…
While you were distracted, Nolan suddenly lunged at you. Your heightened senses immediately screamed that something was wrong, and you barely managed to dodge his attack.
Shocked, you froze for a second. Omni-Man had just tried to hit you? You timidly called his name, stammering as you tried to ask what was happening, if someone had taken control of him. But he didn’t answer, he only kept attacking, punch after punch.
Thanks to your reflexes and his exhaustion from the previous fight, you were able to avoid every blow, though your heart pounded in your chest with fear and disbelief.
You tried to reason with him, pleading in a trembling voice, but Nolan ignored you. When his fist finally connected by sheer luck, you were knocked back, breathless. Tears stung your eyes as you realized you couldn’t keep holding back anymore.
Whether he was controlled or acting by his own choice, Nolan had to be stopped, no matter how much it broke your heart.
You didn’t want to kill him, so you used your powers at a restrained level first, timidly hoping it would be enough. But his resistance was far too high.
Shaking, with no other option, you pushed your powers to their maximum. Nolan hadn’t expected that. One final strike and he was down, unconscious, but thankfully not dead.
You stood over him, trembling hands pressed against your chest, guilt and fear gnawing at you. After a moment of hesitation, you contacted Cecil to report what had happened.
You weren’t ready to hear the news he had to deliver…
Conquest
As if the destruction from the Invincible War hadn’t been enough, another Viltrumite arrived on Earth, this time targeting Mark.
You happened to be in the same place when it happened, and although your heart was pounding with fear, you forced yourself to step in and help Mark against the threat.
That was when Conquest’s gaze immediately locked on you.
It wasn’t because he thought you were weak, quite the opposite. He admired your courage for stepping forward voluntarily, especially when you looked so timid and hesitant, almost trembling as you stood your ground beside Mark. Still, in his eyes, empathy was a weakness.
Without hesitation, Conquest attacked you with all his might. He didn’t care that you were just a girl in a cute costume with an innocent appearance. To him, if you had stepped into the battlefield, it meant you had potential... and he wanted to drag it out of you, to see what you were really capable of.
You and Mark fought side by side. You knew how much Mark hated killing his enemies, and you timidly followed his lead, holding back your full strength.
You used your powers at a moderate level, enough to wound but not to kill. Combined with Mark’s furious punches, Conquest actually found himself pushed back at first.
But Conquest had millennia of battle experience, centuries of conquering planets across the galaxy, and it didn’t take him long to read you. He understood exactly what kind of girl you were.
He also recognized your powers. They weren’t unfamiliar to him at all. He had conquered the planet you came from not too long ago, by his own hand. The moment he realized your origin, his attention shifted entirely to you.
Conquest despised admitting it, but your kind had given him serious trouble before. He refused to let the same thing happen again. From that moment, he ignored Mark completely and focused only on you.
Unfortunately for him, history repeated itself. You struggled, timidly trying to communicate, stuttering out questions between attacks, desperately hoping he might listen. But Conquest only laughed.
Eventually, you couldn’t hold back anymore. Trembling and guilty, you glanced at Mark, silently seeking his approval. His pained look was enough to give you the permission you needed. With your heart heavy and your hands shaking, you unleashed your full power.
Conquest fell. Dead.
You hovered there, chest heaving, whispering apologies under your breath. At least, you tried to console yourself, the damage he had caused wasn’t as catastrophic as it could have been. But the weight of what you had done stayed with you.
Thula
Months after the death of the Guardians (your teammates for years) and Nolan’s betrayal, you often sought solitude. To clear your head, you would quietly slip away from Earth, floating aimlessly in space where no one could disturb you.
It was during one of these lonely wanderings, near a belt of asteroids, that Thula appeared. You had no idea she was a Viltrumite at the time. She noticed you drifting alone, and from your appearance, you seemed neither Viltrumite nor a common alien… most likely human.
Thula approached with her usual composure. Through telepathic communication in the void of space, she demanded that you identify yourself immediately.
Startled, you stammered out a timid reply, your words faltering as your hands fidgeted nervously at your sides. The fact that she looked so much like a human but clearly wasn’t one made your chest tighten with dread. You only hoped your hesitant answers would satisfy her so she would leave you alone.
Thula remained expressionless in the face of your shy, awkward behavior. To her, people who acted so clumsily were usually incapable and unworthy of respect.
Her appearance unsettled you even more: the pristine white uniform, the long braid ending with a sharp knife tied at its tip. No matter how calmly she spoke, you couldn’t convince yourself she was peaceful. You shrank back slightly, heart racing, trying not to make eye contact for too long.
Thula eventually decided to bring you aboard the Viltrumite ship, the very vessel where Thragg himself resided. She wanted more information about Earth and, more importantly, about Nolan.
In that instant, everything clicked for you: Nolan had been one of them, a soldier of this Empire, and Thula was his comrade. You shook your head timidly, refusing to follow her. Your voice quivered as you whispered that you wouldn’t go.
Thula, growing impatient, prepared to force you. She assumed you were weak, just like every other being in the universe who wasn’t a Viltrumite. She had no idea what kind of power you were hiding behind your timid exterior.
When you finally unleashed your abilities, Thula was shocked beyond words. She hadn’t expected resistance, much less overwhelming strength. You trembled as you fought, whispering half-hearted pleas for her to back away, but she pressed on.
In the end, she had no chance. Out here in the empty silence of space, there was no one to tell you to hold back, no one to restrain you, no one to remind you not to kill. It was just you, your immense power, and the grief weighing heavily on your heart... the loss of your teammates and Nolan’s betrayal burning like a wound that never healed.
Sinister Mark
Hollywood had been reduced almost entirely to ashes. California had never witnessed destruction on such a scale before, and all of it was the work of one single person: Sinister Mark.
In his own dimension, Sinister Mark had never crossed paths with you. Back then, you hadn’t obtained your powers yet, and honestly, he wouldn’t even have remembered who you were: just another faceless civilian slaughtered among thousands of others.
But now, seeing your abilities in action, he became intrigued. "Where did you get those powers?" he sneered, provoking you without hesitation, treating you like a mere distraction. He acted as if you weren’t remotely capable of posing a threat to him.
His constant taunts chipped away at your fragile confidence. You already tended to second-guess yourself, and his words made you feel small, inadequate, and unworthy. Your shyness turned into hesitation mid-battle, making it far more difficult for you to focus.
Taking advantage of your self-doubt, Sinister Mark struck you down again and again. Each blow left you more bloodied, and he mocked you relentlessly, repeating that you were weak.
To frighten you even further, he described in chilling detail what he planned to do with your lifeless body once he was finished. His cruel words made your hands tremble and your stomach twist, but you forced yourself to stay standing despite your fear.
Eventually, he managed to knock you to the ground. You lay there bleeding, covered in wounds, your breaths shallow and shaky. Sinister Mark stood over you, certain that he had won against such a timid and fragile hero.
But there was a reason you had been considered one of the strongest Guardians of the Globe.
Just as he moved closer to deliver the final strike, a radiant beam of light wrapped around you. In an instant your wounds vanished, erased by your powers. You slowly pushed yourself up, shyly avoiding his burning gaze but now standing firm, glowing with renewed strength.
Sinister Mark’s irritation flared. He hadn’t even exerted himself much to put you down, and now you had undone all his efforts. He had other conquests to pursue and no patience for wasting more time with you.
But you weren’t about to back down. Fully recharged with energy, your timid expression hardened into quiet determination. You braced yourself for a second round.
This time, Sinister Mark was the one left bleeding, his arrogance shattered. Unlike you, there was no colored barrier of light to bring him back.
Target Mark
Target Mark had already reduced London to ruins. Fire and smoke spread freely through the city, painting a picture of the devastation he had caused.
You had focused primarily on helping the defenseless civilians you encountered along the way. Thanks to your powers, rescuing them was quicker and easier, but your timid nature still made you whisper reassurances nervously, trying to calm them even as your own hands trembled.
That was when he appeared.
This variant, the one responsible for the destruction, believed he had already defeated every hero in the city. Clearly, he had been wrong.
Target Mark’s eyes fell on you, and he immediately made a cruel remark about your costume. He didn’t just tease you... he outright mocked you, his words sharp enough to make your cheeks burn with shame. You lowered your gaze, biting your lip, struggling to hide how flustered and embarrassed you felt.
The humiliation and anger that welled up inside of you made it even harder to fight. You couldn’t focus, your thoughts tangled with his cruel words. That lack of concentration gave him the upper hand in the battle, and every strike from him left you doubting yourself even more.
But just when it seemed like Target Mark was overpowering you completely, you managed to unleash a desperate attack. With a burst of light, you struck him so hard that his body was hurled four blocks away from where you stood.
He emerged from the debris injured... and furious. His disbelief was obvious. How could such a timid, seemingly weak little heroine have done this to him?
Now it was his turn to be blinded by anger. His rage clouded his judgment, while you, shaking but quietly determined, finally found a sliver of focus. For once, the advantage was yours, and with cautious but firm resolve, you managed to defeat him properly.
Omni Mark
Tokyo was no longer the way you remembered it, bright and playful. Now it was nothing but a pile of debris, rubble, and death, all caused by Omni Mark. After his battle with the Mark from your dimension, he had managed to survive the ReAnimen.
The question was: would he be able to survive your powers too?
Omni Mark had been a particularly silent variant. He spoke only when absolutely necessary, especially in the middle of a fight. His silence made him intimidating, and you couldn’t help but feel small under his gaze.
Still, he couldn’t resist commenting on your fighting style. He didn’t admire it, of course, but he also didn’t see you as weak or someone to underestimate.
His blunt observations made your cheeks flush with embarrassment, even though he was your enemy. You found yourself nervously averting your eyes, feeling conflicted because he wore the same costume as Omni-Man, the very hero you had once admired and even worked alongside years ago.
Your battle dragged on for a long time. Neither of you gained the upper hand, which left you breathing hard, your hands shaking slightly as you tried to muster the courage to face him again.
Omni Mark, however, grew impatient. He had played around long enough, now he was ready to fight seriously.
His strikes grew stronger, faster, and seemingly endless. He didn’t appear to understand the meaning of the word exhaustion. You timidly tried to defend yourself, each block making your arms ache, but you also knew something he didn’t: potential.
Just like his father, he hadn’t expected it. When you finally struck him from behind with a sudden surge of energy, Omni Mark was caught completely off guard and immediately fell to the ground, defeated.
Prisoner Mark
Moscow was being torn apart by a variant of Mark who looked nothing like the hero you once knew. The destruction was overwhelming, and you hesitated, your hands trembling as you forced yourself to intervene.
At first, Prisoner Mark hadn’t even noticed your presence. He was too busy battling heroes already worn down to their limits, dismissing them as “far too weak.” You hovered nervously at the edge of the fight before finally gathering the courage to act.
You had drawn his attention with a small, hesitant attack. The moment his gaze locked onto you, you already knew what was coming.
He smiled amused, almost excited, to finally fight someone stronger than the pitiful heroes he had just crushed. Your heart pounded, and you lowered your eyes, suddenly wishing you hadn’t spoken up.
Prisoner Mark lunged at you and unleashed his attacks without restraint. While fighting, he spoke casually about his time in a Viltrumite prison, the endless experiments, and the torment he had endured.
His words made your chest tighten: you couldn’t help but feel pity for him, even as you struggled to defend yourself.
Despite keeping your guard up, you timidly tried to reach him, your voice wavering as you pleaded with him to stop, to think for just a moment about what he was doing to this dimension. Your shy tone carried more desperation than authority, but you still tried.
Prisoner Mark, however, wasn’t the type to dwell on good or evil anymore. He was consumed entirely by rage and vengeance, and your timid pleas only made him scoff.
He demanded that you show him where Nolan, the Omni-Man of this dimension, was, promising he would make him pay personally, just as he had in his own.
You felt your throat tighten at his words, but you shook your head quickly, whispering that you couldn’t allow such a thing.
Summoning your courage, you gathered a powerful attack. Though hesitant, you released it, and with that single strike you managed to knock him to the ground with surprising ease.
Your hands shook afterward, your voice barely above a whisper as you admitted to yourself that you hadn’t wanted to hurt him, but you couldn’t let him go after Nolan.
Mohawk Mark
The Statue of Liberty had literally lost its head, and Mohawk Mark seemed to find it far too amusing for your liking. His cruel grin made you shrink back slightly, your fingers fidgeting nervously at your sides.
He was certain he would make you “lose your head” the same way. His words made you swallow hard, your timid heart racing at the thought.
As soon as he recognized you as “the heroine killed in his dimension,” he approached with an attitude that felt far too casual and friendly considering the destruction around you. You shifted awkwardly, not knowing how to respond.
“What happened to you here? Why is your costume so cute and feminine?” he asked mockingly. He didn’t remember you like this and clearly didn’t expect any version of you to adopt such a style.
His tone made your cheeks burn in embarrassment, and you averted your eyes, quietly wondering what the version of you from his world had looked like. Still, you tried to stammer out a reminder that this wasn’t the time for small talk.
Mohawk Mark was violent, far too violent, and his attacks were unpredictable. He enjoyed announcing his next move in painstaking detail, only to strike in a completely different way, leaving you confused and stumbling back timidly with every feint.
His blows weren’t weak in the slightest. Between attacks, he insulted you constantly, comparing you to the version of yourself from his dimension. The words stung, and you bit your lip to keep from tearing up, your timid nature making it even harder to ignore his taunts.
Once you grew too exhausted and cornered, you finally unleashed your powers at full strength. A timid flicker of doubt crossed your face: had his version of you ever done this? Judging by his startled reaction, probably not.
In the end, you silenced him once and for all... or at least, nearly so.
Your cheeks were still flushed, your body trembling, but you stood your ground, whispering to yourself that you wouldn’t let his mockery break you again.
Full Mask Mark
Sydney had been reduced to ruins, and the one responsible was a Mark variant in a costume unlike any you had seen before. His face was completely hidden, which only made your chest tighten with unease.
At first glance, Full Mask Mark seemed like a ghost. He behaved nothing like the Mark you knew, nor like the other variants you had encountered during your journey to Australia.
You clutched your hands nervously, your heart telling you this difference couldn’t mean anything good.
His silence was unnerving. Since you couldn’t read his facial expressions, you shivered, a chill crawling up your spine as you wondered what he was planning.
You tried to get his attention with a hesitant, almost shaky attempt at calling out to him, but he ignored you completely. He seemed far more focused on destroying the city than on fighting, which at least gave you some information, but left you feeling embarrassed, as though you weren’t even worth noticing.
With no other choice, you were forced to attack him first. The timid part of you trembled at striking first, but frustration bubbled up inside, after all, he had disregarded you for so long.
Full Mask Mark quickly showed interest in your powers. In his dimension, you hadn’t had them; you had only been a simple college girl. Nothing particularly exciting, at least not in his eyes.
Well… you had been cute, he admitted silently to himself. He had never truly had a crush on you... well, maybe a tiny one, but nothing serious.
He hadn’t planned on fighting any superheroes, much less you. But your determination to protect your dimension made you stand out, and he found your timid yet resolute stance almost commendable. You looked small and hesitant, yet still stood firm.
In the end, Full Mask Mark had no choice but to counterattack, all without saying a single word. His silence weighed on you, filling your chest with self-doubt.
You didn’t understand why he waited until the very last moment to strike, or why he was so quiet... did he consider you weak? The very thought made your cheeks burn with a mix of irritation and humiliation.
Gathering every ounce of courage, you charged your next attack. When it struck, Full Mask Mark had no way to escape, and you finally proved that you were more than just the timid girl he might have remembered.
Viltrumite Mark
Viltrumite Mark had been the one behind the destruction of Chicago, a Viltrumite soldier just like the ones you had encountered before. Your heart had pounded nervously as you watched him approach, hands fidgeting and shoulders hunched slightly.
You had wondered if he would be much different from the others you faced back then, but communication or negotiation was out of the question.
You had tried with his father before, and it hadn’t worked. The ideology of the Viltrumites left no room for compromise. You had feared the same would apply to him... and you had been right.
Viltrumite Mark had only limited information about your powers. In his dimension, your planet had been recently colonized, and months of fighting had just begun. Research on its inhabitants hadn’t even fully started.
Still, he knew enough to recognize you as a threat, one that had to be eliminated immediately. The thought made your stomach knot with fear, and you quietly murmured to yourself, hoping you could survive this encounter.
The fight had dragged on for a long time. Viltrumite Mark attacked as if his life depended on it, leaving you trembling and hesitant, yet you kept trying to hold your ground. You attacked over and over, your timid movements hiding the fear that gnawed at your chest.
His resilience was incredible. Even though he bore the same wounds you had inflicted on his father and other Viltrumites, he pressed on without faltering, forcing you to muster every ounce of courage you had.
Finally, you managed to land your final attack. Even Viltrumite Mark could not escape it, and he collapsed under your power. You exhaled shakily, cheeks flushed, still timidly glancing away as you realized you had won.
Hi lumi! Hope your school projects and stuff are going well, I know I am having a hard time getting back into college after the summer.
Could I request a ftm reader with mark variants?
How would they help their boyfriend who has body dysphoric, who takes TRT (T-shots, patches ect) and who has scars for top surgery? I do believe they'd love any reader regardless of gender but I think some wouldn't know how to help a reader who is feeling not masculine enough, I believe some wouldn't have experienced it before.
(possible soft nsfw if you may? Preferably with a more top reader but it's fine if not)
If this is not comfortable for you then be sure to delete this ask! Hope you have a nice day :)
Hi, sorry for the slightly late reply, I know very well what it feels like to go back to school after being absent for a while, it sucks lol. I’m not trans, so I hope I managed to represent the reader’s situation in your request in the best way possible- I hope you like my headcanons 💕💕
Genre: Romantic relationship headcanons (x FtM! Reader) 💕, NSFW (has both soft NSFW and NSFW) 🌶 (MDNI)
Warnings: dysphoria, Dom! Reader, Brat tamer! Reader (in some of them), Sub! Invincible Variants, foreplay, anal, sex positions, anilingus, fingering, blowjobs, spanking, whipping, use of strap-on (because Reader doesn't have bottom surgery), sex toys, bondage, second person pov
Request rules here
How would the Invincible Variants behave with an FtM! Reader?
Maskless Mark
I think Maskless Mark is the variant most capable of helping you during this period.
He gives me the impression of being very informed about dysphoria and would help you by listening to how you feel and offering comfort, both through words and physical affection.
To avoid making you uncomfortable, he would never make unwanted comments about your body, instead focusing on your progress during your transition.
He would always support you and encourage you to continue therapy in order to reach your dream.
Overall, Maskless Mark would be a wonderful boyfriend who would love you no matter what, the only thing that matters to him is that you accept yourself for who you want to be.
Bonus Soft NSFW: Maskless Mark loves taking baths with you in the tub. He positions himself in front of you, his legs on either side of your hips and yours on either side of his. He finds this very relaxing because he loves sharing this moment of intimacy with you. Sometimes you cuddle in the tub: you holding him between your legs, exploring his body, resting your head on his or kissing his back. Your touch definitely excites him.
Bonus NSFW: When you start massaging his cock gently until it hardens, you make him see stars. Your movements are so precise that you already know all his weak spots, the right speed, and the right directions to touch. You can practically make him cum right away. While you’re focused on pleasuring him, he can only throw his head back and moan your name over and over as he orgasms.
Full Mask Mark
Yes, I’m going in order from the one most likely to be a good boyfriend in this situation to the one least likely.
I think Full Mask Mark comes second. Like Maskless Mark, he would be informed about the subject, but his problem would be comforting you.
He’s very good at listening, you can’t deny that, but he would find it difficult to find the right words to make you feel at ease.
He doesn’t understand your situation, he can’t really understand it since he’s never lived it himself… but he does his best, even if he’s always afraid of saying something wrong that could hurt you.
(Truthfully, whenever he comforts you, he’s actually very good at it, he just overthinks and hides his paranoia.)
He’d love physical affection because it allows him to show you how much he loves you without necessarily having to talk (and risk saying the wrong thing). Still, he would avoid touching the parts of your body you feel insecure about.
He has no issues with the scars on your chest. He loves you for who you are and who you want to be! Of course, he would never comment on your body unless you were the one to first mention some positive change because he’s afraid of making you feel inadequate.
Bonus Soft NSFW: Full Mask Mark loves spending time with you in the living room watching TV. You cuddle and stay close while watching movies or shows. Very often, you like to sit on his lap and just relax against him, he lets you do it, and you find him very comfortable.
Bonus NSFW: Full Mask Mark gets aroused very easily when you grind against him while straddling him on the couch. He finds it hard to maintain eye contact with you while his cock is inside you. Your up-and-down movements turn him on so much that he almost orgasms with each motion. You’d place a hand under his chin, forcing him to meet your gaze, his brown eyes glossy and needy, cheeks red from embarrassment… and you love seeing him like that.
Prisoner Mark
Prisoner Mark would actually make a very good boyfriend and know how to support you.
He understands perfectly what it means to feel uncomfortable in your own body, so in that sense he gets you completely.
The only problem is that… since he hasn’t really resolved his own issues, he wouldn’t be the best at comforting you.
Very often, he would end up talking about himself or his trauma, completely changing the subject.
He doesn’t do it on purpose... he just needs to vent, but often at the wrong time.
Prisoner Mark loves your body the way it is and always supports you, encouraging you to continue therapy to achieve the body you want.
If sometimes you don’t feel up to it, he highlights all the changes and goals you’ve already achieved to cheer you up.
Bonus Soft NSFW: Prisoner Mark loves spending time in bed with you, under the covers, maybe even right after a shower. You love wrapping your arms around his muscular chest, and he loves holding you tightly against him. He whispers constantly how much he loves you, making you feel appreciated.
Bonus NSFW: When you have sex, his favorite position is definitely 69, with him on the bottom and you on top. While you’re busy giving him a blowjob, he goes down on you and slips several fingers into your ass. Both of you would fill the room with orgasms, your lips vibrating against his cock as you moan, which turns him on so much that he ends up cumming in your mouth.
Omni Mark
At first, Omni Mark wouldn’t really know what to do with your situation. Of course, as a boyfriend, he wouldn’t let you face the problem alone, but he still has a lot to learn if he wants to help you more.
Before you explained it to him, he had no idea what body dysphoria was. After your explanation, he understood right away, though he can’t exactly imagine what it feels like.
He doesn’t see anything wrong with your body, although if you transitioned while you were together, it would take him some time to get used to your new body.
The scars might seem a little “strange” to him at first, but eventually he’d get used to them. In fact, he would even start to find them attractive in their own way. (Obviously he never tells you this at first, because he’s afraid of making you feel worse.)
He’s a great listener and knows how to give excellent advice, especially about how to avoid dwelling on doubts that come up during this period.
Whenever you point out doubts or uncertainties, Omni Mark would focus instead on everything you’ve achieved through hard work.
Bonus Soft NSFW: Omni Mark loves hugging you from behind and leaving kisses on your neck when you least expect it. He craves physical contact and often wraps his arms tightly around your waist, pulling you close. Of course, he doesn’t mind if you do the same to him, sometimes even teasing him by brushing against the space between his legs, immediately letting him know what you want.
Bonus NSFW: Although Omni Mark mainly enjoys dominating you, he also appreciates moments of submission. He especially loves it when you punish him, that much is certain. Maybe at first he was unsure about the idea, but once he saw the way you take charge, it now excites him before you even do anything. Spanking? Yes. When he refuses to do something you’ve asked, he can’t wait for you to land five fingers on his ass, and if he’s really bad, a few whip strikes don’t hurt either…
Viltrumite Mark
He doesn’t really understand your problem, but he tries: you’re transitioning now, so why aren’t you happy with your body? Why are you insecure? Why don’t you like yourself?
He had no idea what dysphoria was before you mentioned it. He doesn’t get your point of view, so he’d look it up online, searching for answers that are less cryptic, less emotional. He wants data, not feelings.
Feelings wouldn’t help him understand your issue (unfortunately, that’s exactly what it’s about).
Whenever you feel insecure about some part of your body, or if your treatment doesn’t seem to be working effectively, Viltrumite Mark wouldn’t comfort you with words. Instead, he would naturally point out how your body has already changed in this time.
Is this positive? Negative? You wouldn’t really know, because he wouldn’t explain further, he’d just repeat himself.
Clearly, he means it positively, but how would you know from his tone?
Bonus Soft NSFW: With Viltrumite Mark, you have no issue showing affection in public. On dates, you’re always the one holding his hand during walks. Sometimes, when you’re in more isolated places, you let him touch you in more intimate spots, mainly your butt, because you know how much he enjoys that.
Bonus NSFW: Given how he was raised, having a sexual relationship with a trans guy would feel strange for Viltrumite Mark, it’s all so different for him. He would struggle a little at first, but over time you’d both find common ground. He would often let you take the lead. He had never experienced anal sex before, but the idea excites him a lot. He’d often lie on his stomach on a surface, most often the kitchen table, and let you penetrate him with your strap-on. Every time, he tries to hold back from begging, from showing how needy he is for you… but he fails miserably each time.
Mohawk Mark
Mohawk Mark loves you, okay? But he would have no idea how to handle this kind of situation. Sure, he’d try, but most of the time he wouldn’t be very successful.
He has no real understanding of what a trans person goes through. Even though you’ve explained what it feels like, he still struggles to truly get it, which makes it hard for him to offer proper comfort.
He would often let slip comments about your body that, from his perspective, are positive (for example, mentioning the scars on your chest or your changing voice). The problem is, he’d say these things too lightly, almost jokingly, which would make you feel insecure, like he’s mocking or downplaying your progress and achievements.
If you pointed this out to him, Mohawk Mark would clearly apologize. But it would probably take time before he’d notice on his own if you didn’t bring it up.
He would try to change his approach, making fewer comments (though not completely stopping), and especially shift to a more supportive tone. He’d begin highlighting your progress more positively, trying to encourage you and motivate you to continue with therapy.
Bonus Soft NSFW: Mohawk Mark absolutely loves when you bite him, it’s your way of showing affection. You enjoy leaving marks or hickeys on his neck, chest, legs, and arms. He doesn’t mind at all, he doesn’t even bother hiding them when he goes out, proudly showing everyone that he belongs to you.
Bonus NSFW: Mohawk Mark loves when you use sex toys, especially vibrators, to spice things up. He enjoys it even more when you tie him to the bed, forcing him to give in to pleasure, despite acting bratty most of the time. The more he misbehaves, the more you “punish” him by increasing the intensity. Eventually, that shuts him up fast.
Sinister Mark
He’s not the worst of the variants, but… honestly, he doesn’t give the impression of being a good boyfriend, even though he tries in this situation.
Very often, he wouldn’t realize what you’re going through, and he might even downplay your dysphoria because he doesn’t fully understand what it’s like or what you face.
This would make you feel really bad.
Sinister Mark isn’t good at listening at all, and he’s even worse at comforting you. He tries because he’s your boyfriend, but you wouldn’t notice much difference: he doesn’t understand why you wouldn’t feel masculine now that you’ve basically transitioned.
Clearly, he doesn’t understand that being masculine isn’t just about having a male body.
If you pointed out this problem to him, he would genuinely try to change his behavior toward you, try to understand you more, and put himself in your shoes... though it wouldn’t be fully clear to him because he lacks empathy.
Bonus Soft NSFW: Sinister Mark is very skilled with his tongue. Every time you kiss, you end up breathless. You like exploring his body while kissing, placing your hands on his chest and sometimes digging your nails in. He doesn’t mind, in fact, he enjoys when you cause him a little pain.
Bonus NSFW: Sinister Mark hates being the bottom, but he makes an exception for you. He changed his mind after that time at the cinema when you massaged his cock through his pants unexpectedly, probably trying to tease him. He was focused on the movie, one of the few he actually found interesting, but you provoked him anyway. He became instantly hard, even though he pretended nothing was happening, arms crossed, eyes on the screen. When you slipped a hand into his pants, he discovered that letting you take control wasn’t so bad (fortunately, no one else was around that day).
Target Mark
Clearly, Target Mark would rank last in this situation.
Whenever you brought up a problem seeking comfort, he’d somehow make it about himself, not you.
He comes across as a person with little to no empathy. He doesn’t understand your problem at all and sometimes seems unwilling to truly try.
Dysphoria? What’s that? Even after you explain, he still doesn’t get it... and he doesn’t bother to look it up. Instead, he downplays it.
He might say something like: “But you’re a guy now, right? So why don’t you feel like a guy?”
Comments like this would make you feel really, really bad, and by the time Target Mark realizes it, it might already be too late.
He often talks just to fill the silence, but he is determined to change and try to understand and support you in this delicate moment.
He wouldn’t fully grasp your pain about dysphoria, but he would avoid making comments that make you feel inadequate. He would restrain himself from commenting on your body (even though he really likes it) just to avoid saying something wrong.
If you reminded him, he’d probably get defensive, saying things like: “You don’t want me to comment on your body, and now you want me to?”
He would help you with your treatments, but wouldn’t really take an active interest. Over time, he’d notice your therapy is working and might point that out, which would make you at least a little bit happy.
Bonus Soft NSFW: Target Mark loves getting massages from you. When you give them, he makes it seem like he’s in control, but really, you are. Your hands work perfectly on his body, hitting all the right spots. He openly tells you how good it makes him feel. You massage his shoulders, muscular calves, abdomen, and back, even using oils, and your touch turns him on a lot.
Bonus NSFW: Target Mark is definitely a bottom, no matter how much he pretends to be a top. He’d never admit it, but he loves it when you take control. Every time you try something, he complains sarcastically, saying he doesn’t like it or that you’re a bad dom... though he means the opposite. He loves when you act as a brat tamer with him, making him feel powerless. He especially loves it when you edge him, forcing him to resist climax until you allow it. It’s difficult for him, but he enjoys being your personal toy and will let you do anything to make you happy.
