#viltrimite mark

[himik0-0]

Its not a competition

A group of Mark Graysons from different realities sat in a rough circle, postured like they were at some kind of interdimensional support group. Except, instead of discussing trauma, morals, or the existential horror of being a multiversal constant, they were arguing over who had the best Reader.

Because apparently, that was the priority here.

Viltrumite!Mark crossed his arms, looking unimpressed. “Mine is obedient and listens to my every command.” His voice was laced with pride, like he was stating a universal truth. "No complaints, no resistance. They know their place."

Sinister!Mark scoffed, leaning back in his chair, his cape flaring dramatically as if the very air respected him. “Obedient?” he echoed, eyes glinting. “That’s boring. Mine created an entire rebellion against my empire.” He grinned, teeth sharp. “I kept them alive so we could fuck in between fights.”

Silence.

Some of the Marks shifted uncomfortably. Mohawk!Mark just nodded in approval. NoGoggles!Mark looked toointerested.

NoGoggles!Mark’s grin was feral, bruises barely healing from whatever fight he just crawled out of. “Mine likes to punch the living shit out of me!” he laughed, tilting his head like a dog listening for a whistle. “She really hates me! Like, actively hates me! It’s so fucking fun.”

Viltrumite!Mark and Sinister!Mark looked at him like he just said he enjoyed getting hit by a truck. Which, knowing him, he probably did.

Mohawk!Mark shrugged, amused. “Mine always has plans to kill me,” he said, scratching his chin like he was fondly remembering an assassination attempt. “Too bad she gets cock-drunk before she can actually initiate them.”

Sinister!Mark snorted. “Pathetic.”

Mohawk!Mark smirked. “Jealous?”

Sinister!Mark glared. NoGoggles!Mark looked like he wanted to fist-bump him.

Mainstream!Mark had been sitting there quietly, arms crossed, waiting for the nonsense to end. Now, he just shrugged and said, “I got mine pregnant.”

Silence.

Dead silence.

All the Marks stared at him.

Then, like some collective, hive-mind realization, their eyes glinted at the same time.

“Yeah,” Sinister!Mark mused, rubbing his chin. “I should do that next.”

“Damn,” NoGoggles!Mark muttered, a lightbulb clearly going off in his head.

Viltrumite!Mark simply hummed in approval, like it was already on his agenda.

Mohawk!Mark clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “Guess I gotta stop dodging those baby traps.”

Mainstream!Mark’s face dropped. “Wait—NO—guys, that wasn’t—”

Too late.

The multiverse had just been given a really bad idea.

[datannapanda]

I've seen fics that have a bunch of the Invincible Mark Variants in love with the MC and chasing after them, and I keep imagining the MC sitting off to the side, watching all the Marks fighting and arguing over them like

[ivy6262iii]

I was playing https://glimmerfics.com/stories/b2d5dc64-hey-there-neighbor by author @sinfiction. A little context: It's a yandere-themed interactive fanfic featuring Mark Grayson variants, where in the story you are the new tenant of the building where said variants live. The thing is, in my last playthrough, I decided to tell you that my character, named Laysee, was a woman who had escaped her abusive husband and was four months pregnant when she arrived at the building.

But I ran out of turns, so I can't say how that playthrough ended. What matters is that Sinister became more protective of my character, in his own terrifying way. Apparently, having a tiny human growing in your belly makes Sinister softer or more considerate toward you, in his own way, clearly. But he also becomes possessive, which is really scary if I put myself in Laysee's (my character's) shoes.

I mean, picture this: Laysee, four months pregnant, runs away from her abusive husband in a hurry, arriving at her new home away from all that pain, but still reeling from the horrible man, and on top of that, since she left in a hurry, she’s not legally divorced. So she arrives at this new building, where she thinks she’s safe, but upon running into her neighbor and the rest of them, she feels constantly on edge because of their strange behaviors, where their possessiveness and stalking (I see you, Retro) makes her quite paranoid, and on top of that, she has nowhere else to go, because she’s afraid that her ex-partner will show up to take her away, but at the same time, she’s afraid that her neighbors might hurt her, where it wouldn’t cost them anything, due to her current condition (Pregnancy).

[kaitrinsnodgrass]

COMIC vs STORYBOARD

(I need the record to show that I did put them in the right places, okay! My note was literally make it like the comic lol)

[himik0-0]

Stranger in a Strange Land

Viltrimite!Mark x Reader

When Mark first arrived on Earth, he saw it as nothing more than a mission. A planet to study, integrate into, and eventually conquer.

Then, he met you.

It wasn’t anything dramatic. No explosions, no fights, no cosmic events shifting fate itself. You just… bumped into him.

Literally.

You were in a rush, balancing coffee, your bag, and about ten different things when you crashed right into him—and bounced off like you hit a brick wall.

Your coffee spilled. Your things scattered. And you ended up on the pavement, blinking up at the tall, broad strangerwho didn’t even budge.

He looked down at you, eyebrows furrowed, golden eyes studying you with sharp curiosity.

“…You’re fragile.”

That was the first thing he said to you.

And instead of being terrified—you got annoyed.

"Gee, thanks, man," you muttered, gathering your things. "Glad to know I’m not made of steel."

His head tilted, clearly confused. You sighed. Another clueless dude with zero social skills.

Still, he crouched, far too close, picking up your bag like it weighed nothing before offering you a hand.

That’s when you got a good look at him.

He was gorgeous.

Tall, stupidly muscular, sharp jawline, tousled black hair—but his eyes. They were different. Golden, intense, watching you like you were some strange new species.

You hesitated before taking his hand.

It was warm. Solid. And when he pulled you up—he lifted you effortlessly, like you weighed nothing.

That was the beginning.

-

You quickly learned that Mark wasn’t just weird.

He was entirely clueless.

He didn’t understand social norms, personal space, or why humans didn’t casually lift cars to move them out of parking spots.

"What do you mean I can’t?" he frowned, watching as you dragged him away from a busy intersection. "It’s inefficient."

"It’s illegal," you corrected. "And it freaks people out!"

"But I’m helping."

"You're scaring people, Mark!"

He looked at the pedestrians, who were staring in horror after watching him lift a sedan with one hand.

"…They should be grateful."

You groaned. "Okay, we need to talk."

Mark didn’t understand human food, either.

"You’re telling me," he said, staring at the plate of pancakes in front of him, "that this is considered 'breakfast'?"

"Yeah?" you said, confused. "Why? What do you eat?"

His eyes darkened just slightly.

You decided not to ask.

Instead, you shoved a fork into his hand. "Just try it."

He sighed, looking skeptical—but took a bite.

And then… he froze.

You watched as his expression slowly shifted—surprise, wonder, then… something almost like awe.

"…This is good," he muttered.

You grinned. "See? Welcome to the magic of pancakes."

For the first time, he smiled.

A real, genuine, boyish grin. And it made your stomach flip.

-

Mark was blunt, honest, and terrifyingly intense.

But as time passed, he softened—at least around you.

You caught him watching you sometimes. Not in a creepy way—but in pure fascination.

"You’re so small," he’d say out of nowhere.

You raised an eyebrow. "Gee, thanks."

His lips twitched. "I like it."

…Oh.

Then there were the moments he got protective.

Like the time a guy got too close, too pushy.

Mark didn’t say a word. Didn’t need to.

He just stepped forward, standing at his full overpowering height, eyes glowing, and… yeah. The guy practically ran.

You had to drag Mark away before he could actually kill someone.

"You can’t just threaten people, Mark!"

"Why not?"

"Because that’s not how humans work!"

"Then how do I make sure no one touches you?"

You paused.

Your heart pounded.

"...You just ask me if I want them to."

His gaze flickered. He was silent for a long time before muttering, "I don’t want anyone else to touch you."

Oh.

-

Mark didn’t know what love was.

Not in the way humans did.

But he knew that whenever he was near you, his chest felt lighter. That when you laughed, something warm spread through him. That when you weren’t around, he felt restless.

And when someone even looked at you the wrong way, he had to physically restrain himself from acting on pure, primal instinct.

So, one night—he just asked.

"What does it mean when you want to keep someone?"

You blinked. "What?"

"When you don’t want anyone else near them. When you think about them constantly. When their happiness makes your chest feel—" he paused, searching for the word, "—lighter."

Your heart stopped.

Slowly, you set your drink down. "Mark…"

He stared at you, waiting. Expectant. Hopeful.

"You’re describing love," you whispered.

Something in his expression shifted.

For a long time, he didn’t say anything. Then, finally—he reached for your hand.

His grip was gentle. Careful.

Like he had already decided.

"Then, I love you."

And just like that—you were ruined.

[himik0-0]

hello I wanted to ask if you don't mind writing on main mark having twin boys with the reader who is also a hero ( scarlet witch maybe?) , and like the other invincible variants reaction to that . Like main mark not only has a powerfull girlfriend/wife that's alive but also was blessed with twin boys . The jealous would hit so hard.

here ya goooooo

The Invincible Variants find Reader hiding with her twins—and they look just like him.

You were prepared for this day to come. You just didn’t know when.

The moment the Variants of Mark Grayson tore through cities, cutting through Earth like a blade, you knew you couldn’t hide forever. You’d spent weeks cloaking the safehouse, bending reality to make it seem like you weren’t even here. Every step was calculated, every spell woven carefully to keep the kids—your twin boys—safe from the chaos unfolding around you.

And then you felt it. The shift. The disturbance.

They were coming. You couldn’t pinpoint how, but the air had changed. The ripple of energy from another reality was unmistakable.

You weren’t going to give them the satisfaction of finding you easily.

You stepped out onto the porch with practiced caution. Your hand hovered just above your side, where chaos magic flowed through you, ready to burst at the slightest provocation. You didn’t wear your usual confidence now; this was different. This was survival. Your instincts screamed to protect what was yours.

The Variants appeared silently, as though they had slipped through the fabric of reality itself.

You didn’t move. Not until you saw them fully. Not until your sons were inside—where they would stay until you decided it was safe.

The twins were hidden. The moment the first Variant arrived, you used your powers to draw them away—make them quiet. You needed to be sure.

They were in the trees now. You were ready.

But you didn’t let them see you immediately. No, not until you felt the tension and unease radiating from the Variants. They weren’t sure what they had stumbled upon.

Mohawk!Mark He was the first to step forward, eyes scanning your space. Noticing the wards. He was on edge. Every movement slow, calculated. The moment he saw you, he froze.

“You’re here… and you have his children.”

His voice had a bite to it, sharp with disbelief and frustration. There was no denial in his tone—just a raw, seething envy. He couldn’t quite reconcile the image of you, alive, with the truth of it.

“You never chose me.”

The twins? They were close now. You could see them peeking from behind the window. Watching.

But you didn’t let him have them. You didn’t let him see the truth so easily.

“You’ll never touch them,” you said. Calm, but lethal. “You won’t get close.”

His fists clenched, but he didn’t move closer. The protective wards around your cabin seemed to hum with more power, making the air heavy.

Full Mask!Mark He was the next to approach—treading carefully, almost too cautiously. He studied the wards, his hand inching toward his own face. His voice was quiet, as if testing the air.

“I never thought you would be here. “But you’ve got two sons.”

He spoke the words almost as if they were foreign. Almost as if saying them out loud somehow made this version of reality even harder to comprehend.

He didn’t speak of love. He didn’t speak of wanting you. It was just… recognition. He could only stand there and stare.

Sinister!Mark He wasn’t cautious. He stepped forward with a smirk plastered across his face, his eyes glittering with malice.

“So, this is how it went. “You gave him your power, your family. And now you’re hiding with his little heirs?”

He scoffed as if trying to bait you—try to make you break. But you weren’t fazed. You weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of making a mistake.

“You think I don’t know what you want?” you hissed, letting a tendril of magic unfurl from your hand. “You all want what he has. But it’s not for you.”

One of the twins, noticing the rising tension, flicked their eyes to you from the window, waiting for a signal. But you held back, giving nothing away. This was your fight now.

Viltrumite!Mark He lingered at the edge, far enough to not seem threatening, but his eyes tracked the path of your every movement. He was silent for the most part—lost in the thought of what could have been.

“He got to keep you,” he muttered under his breath, so quiet only you could hear. “I thought none of us deserved it… but I was wrong.”

But you didn't look at him. Not once.

Instead, your attention was still on the Variants.

“He does deserve it. We both do.”

Your voice was firm—steady. And even though you didn’t say another word, your message was loud and clear.

OmniMark He was the most calculating. The one who’d spent hours studying tactics, using his intellect to stay ahead. But now, as he scanned you and the twins—he wasn’t sure what to make of it.

“This timeline is different,” he said softly, barely audible. “You… you have a family. “And you’ve done it right.”

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes shifting between you and the kids. He wasn’t angry—he wasn’t sad, even. There was just this strange, cold realization in his words.

“Did you think I wouldn’t find out?” he asked quietly, his gaze slowly turning into something much darker. “I always know when something’s off.”

You didn’t blink. You didn’t even breathe. You were waiting, holding your ground. Protecting them.

Your Mark arrives. And when he lands, the entire world seems to shift back into focus. The Variants stop. Dead in their tracks.

“This is my family,” he says. His voice is low but firm. “I’ve kept them safe. And if any of you try to take them from me…” “I’ll show you why you failed.”

[himik0-0]

Home Among the Stars 

A/N: I felt like writing something cute. Also, im currently fixing everything on my tumblr sooo sorry it's taking some time. OMG i need people to inbox me so can make more invincible x reader or any characters!!!

Mark had noticed it before you ever said a word.

The way your fingers traced over old photos from Earth. The way your gaze lingered on the horizon, looking for something that wasn’t there. The little sighs you let out when you thought he wasn’t listening.

You never complained. Never said you wanted to leave. But Mark knew you—better than anyone. And he could see it.

You missed home.

And that? That was something he could fix.

It took weeks. Months, even.

Mark wasn’t a builder. He could destroy things easily, tear down mountains with his bare hands—but creating? That was new. Still, he was determined.

He studied Earth architecture. Found materials that mimicked wood and stone. He obsessed over the details—down to the soft creak of the porch steps, the way the kitchen felt warm and inviting, the big windows letting in natural light. He even made sure the house had a proper backyard, one big enough for you.

Because this? This wasn’t just a house.

This was your home.

When he took you there, he didn’t say a word.

Just scooped you up in his arms and flew—fast enough to make you yelp, slow enough to keep you close. The alien landscape stretched beneath you, endless hills and skies. But then—

You saw it.

Nestled in a quiet valley, a house. But not just any house—your house.

A wraparound porch hugged the front, wooden beams carved with care. The windows reflected the soft light, and a little pathway led to the backyard. It looked so out of place in this world, yet so right.

Your breath caught. “Mark…”

But he was already watching you, waiting—eyes flickering over your face, desperate to see your reaction.

“Do you like it?” he asked, voice softer than usual. Almost hesitant.

You turned to him, heart swelling. “I love it."

If Mark thought you were just going to sit in your perfect little house and do nothing—he was wrong.

Within days, you had a plan.

The backyard? Your domain now.

Mark stood on the porch, arms crossed, watching as you knelt in the dirt—carefully planting rows of vegetables, fruit, and roses.

He had never seen you so focused. There was a smear of soil on your cheek, your hands covered in dirt, but you were glowing.

"This is ridiculous,” he muttered, though he was grinning.

You wiped sweat from your forehead, smirking up at him. “You built me a house. I’m making it a home.”

And he couldn’t argue with that.

Despite not needing to eat as often as humans, Mark still insisted on helping you in the kitchen. You taught him how to knead dough, chop vegetables (without crushing them), and make dishes from scratch.

One night, he surprised you by making dinner on his own.

It was… chaotic. Flour on the counter, ingredients everywhere, but he stood there proudly, holding a plate of slightly misshapen but adorable homemade dumplings.

You tried one. Not bad.

Mark raised a brow. “That good, huh?”

You smiled, leaning up to kiss him. “It’s perfect.”

One evening, as the sky turned soft shades of orange and pink, Mark called you outside.

You stepped onto the porch—only to see a tiny puppy sitting at his feet.

White fur, light brown spots, floppy ears, and huge soulful eyes. It looked up at you and let out a tiny bark.

Your heart melted.

“Oh my god—” you crouched down instantly, scooping up the little thing. It fit perfectly in your arms, soft and warm. The puppy licked your cheek, tail wagging furiously.

Mark rubbed the back of his neck, looking smug. “I figured you might want some company when I’m out.”

Tears pricked at your eyes. “You got us a dog?”

His arms wrapped around you from behind, chin resting on your shoulder as he hummed, “Mmm, yeah. But mostly for you.”

You turned, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I love you.”

He grinned. “I know.”

After a long day of planting, cooking, and running around with your new puppy, the two of you sat on the porch.

The sky above was endless, filled with stars brighter than anything on Earth.

You leaned against Mark, wrapped in a soft blanket, a cup of tea in your hands. His arm was slung around you, warm and secure. The puppy curled up at your feet, tiny snores filling the air.

“You happy?” he murmured, voice low and gentle.

You turned, looking at him—the strongest warrior in the universe, the same man who built you a home with his own two hands just to make you smile.

You kissed him softly. “Yeah. I really am.”

And in that moment, with the universe stretching out before you, Mark realized something.

This wasn’t just your home.

It was his, too.

Because wherever you were—that’s where he belonged.

[himik0-0]

Viltrumite!Mark x Reader

MDNI 18+

Mark had always been dominant. Always in control. Always the one setting the pace, gripping your hips, pushing you down onto the mattress like he owned you.

But tonight?

Tonight, you were ruining him.

His head was thrown back against the pillows, sweat beading on his forehead, his hands gripping your thighs so tight you were sure there’d be bruises.

“F-fuck, baby—” he gasped, voice wrecked, pupils blown. “Just like that. Don’t stop.”

His abs tensed beneath your fingertips, muscles rippling as you rolled your hips, dragging your soaked core over him slowly. Teasing. Keeping him right there on the edge but not letting him have it.

Mark let out a strangled groan, fingers digging into your thighs, resisting the urge to take over. To flip you over and pound you into the mattress until all you could do was scream his name. But you knew he wouldn’t. Not tonight.

Tonight, he was yours.

And you were going to ruin him.

“You’re teasing me,” he growled, voice rough, breathless.

You smirked, leaning down, pressing your lips against his ear. “So do something about it.”

Oh, that did something to him.

His jaw clenched. His grip tightened. His breathing came out in short, harsh pants as his self-control snapped.

In the next second, you were on your back, pinned, wrists above your head as Mark slammed into you, knocking the air from your lungs.

“Oh, fuck—”

His hips snapped against yours at a brutal pace, relentless, feral, his mouth crashing onto yours in a desperate, messy kiss, all tongue and teeth.

“You wanna tease?” he panted against your lips, punctuating each word with a deep, devastating thrust. “Then take it.”

His hands were everywhere. Gripping your hips, wrapping around your throat, sliding between your legs to rub your swollen, aching clit. His lips branded every inch of skin he could reach—your neck, your jaw, the hollow of your throat.

The pleasure was blinding.

You were shaking, trembling beneath him, every nerve ending on fire as the coil in your stomach wound tighter and tighter, your orgasm slamming into you like a wrecking ball.

“Mark—!”

You came with a strangled cry, body convulsing as pleasure ripped through you. But Mark wasn’t done.

Not even close.

He kept going, chasing his own high, slamming into you so hard the bed creaked, the headboard splintered.

And when he finally let go?

The force of it shook the entire apartment.

For a moment, the only sound was the two of you gasping for air, your body boneless beneath him, his weight pressing you into the mattress.