#cannibal mark grayson

[fruitheart]

my lover Sinister!Mark Grayson x Reader

cw; dark content, mdni. abusive relationships, canon-typical violence. note; sorry i've been gone for so long!! anyways enjoy lolol. also this mark is alternate universe mark!! Bloodied and bruised knuckles, with bones that were surely broken. Aching pain that didn't seem to let up, not that either of you would let it, a nasty back-and-forth of violence as you each struck the other. Each hit seemed harder than the last, with the emotional weight that carried within it only making the impact all the harsher. Placing a hand to his chest, nails that dug into the cloth of his attire, you pulled your other hand back before colliding it with the side of his head. A right hook that sent him hurdling backwards with a head that rung.

In his universe, you wouldn't have been strong enough to hit him like this, to cause this much damage. In your universe, he'd never have done anything for you to hit him to begin with. Mark would have never been one to hit you. Your Mark.

This wasn't your Mark.

In your universe, you failed to protect him, you costed him his life. In his universe, he took your own life, from what he'd have believed to be mercy. You were going to die regardless, that's what he believed. He wanted to take it himself, in an act of pity and warped love. He was saving you.

But here each of you stood, with faces the other knew well.

Mark grunted, standing up from being knocked back. Snorting and coughing up phlegm that mixed with his blood. His eyes narrowed, glaring into you as he stood straight. Your eyes frantic and snapping to every little movement he did while you held onto your side, breathing heavy and chest burning. You too, stood straight up, ready for his next move onto you.

He grinned, lop-sided with just a bit of teeth showing, just like your Mark would.

"Take that stupid look off your fucking face." You don't really think it's stupid, do you?

"You can kill it off of me if you hate it that much!" He retorted, unrelenting. Taking a step back before lunging towards you. His arms reaching out and grabbing onto your collar as he lifted you up off the ground and slammed you back down.

You don't hate it, do you?

The feeling of your back hitting the ground made you groan out, air knocked out from your lungs. Hands reaching up to grip onto his as you pulled him down with you. Both of you tumbling and intertwining before you began to punch and kick at each other once more. Blood that mixed and painted each body, staining the skin of one another, it only fueled the adrenaline coursing through veins that ached and pleaded for an end to this. Chests that rose and fell in sync with one another.

You hated it, you hated everything about this. Why, why did he stand before you and why did he have to look exactly like him. To every blemish, freckle and beauty mark that he possessed. Why were you being tormented like this? Was the grief you held not enough? Every waking moment you spent mourning him, was it not enough? Was this your punishment for failing him?

Whatever this was, you didn't want it. Even if everything in you yearned for it. Yearned for him, the feeling of his skin on yours. Yearning for something familiar, for anything that seemed to be resembling what you had lost. Did he feel it too? Did his skin itch to feel against yours?

"I hate you." You spat, "I fucking hate you!" Pitch raising and voice threatening to crack and crumble. Mark's jaw clenched, hands tightening into fists as he threw you, watching you hit the ground.

Gripping onto the ground of this wasteland as he tried to catch his breath, head hung low while he watched you through his lashes in case you'd come for him once more. He watched intently. Your body shook, picking yourself up.

"I'm not a fan of you either!" He coughed, body tense. "Ugh... I don't- know why he kept you alive." Wiping the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. "Maybe if he got rid of you-"

You already knew what he was going to say.

You knew full well what his next words were going to be. Because the truth was, you often wondered the same thing.

"He'd still be alive." He finished, silence heavy as the only thing that was there to fill it was the sound of the wind whipping around you both and heavy breathing. The words didn't need to leave his mouth, it was always something you thought about. But to hear it from him...

Weak, it made you weak. Tears threatening to spill from your eyes. You tried to focus all your strength in continuing to breathe.

To hear his voice say it. The same voice that helped soothe you in times where he was the only one who could comfort you. The same voice that would coo sweet words into your ears, into your hair and into your skin. It made everything in you burn. Words so cruel, from a face so dear to you, from lips that looked just like his. You looked over to him, eyes heavy. This wasn't your Mark.

This wasn't him.

So why do you keep having to fight with yourself on that. He shouldn't be familiar to you. But everything about him besides how harsh he acted screamed otherwise. Cracked lips separating, words that struggled to come out until you swallowed the very little saliva you had.

"Then-" You huffed, body wobbling back and forth. "Why don't you just-" Throwing yourself at him once more, your hands reached for his throat, tightening around it. Clashing your body into his as you both crashed to the ground, quick to straddle him and keep your hands around his neck with nails that dug into his skin. "Finish the job!" You screamed.

His hands flew towards your wrists, holding them tightly and entirely as he tried to get you to lessen your grip. Eyes wide, bloodshot and staring up at your face. A face he himself, was entirely used to. He opened his mouth, "The same-" His voice strained, "Reason why you won't." Mark clenched his jaw, the grip on your wrists tightening more and more until he knew he was close to snapping every bone in them.

Your nails dug into him harder, skin breaking and tearing until you could feel the blood seep under your fingertips. Heart pounding against your ribcage, a rhythm he was able to hear clearly, even when you were cutting his air off. Body shaking against him, you felt yourself beginning to lose focus. Heart stammering, you stopped breathing for a moment, just to let out a choked gasp. A hold that finally began to weaken which made him let out a sharp breath.

He watched your face twist and scrunch up. Your body hunched, leaning forward as your hair covered your face, a face he thought he'd never see again. Mark was cruel, at least this one was, but the sight of you made him remember feelings he thought he long left. Part of him felt repulsed by it.

Did he feel the same way? Did he yearn for something he once knew? Was he even able to do so?

Mark laid still, unmoving when your head laid against his shoulder. Your body going slack on top of him. It made him think, when was the last time he felt you against him? When was the last time he heard your voice and when was the last time he was able to see every little detail of you so up close like this. Hands finally moving off from his throat, he felt them slide down and press against his chest.

Shaking breaths that made him feel confused, naturally, he would have thrown you off. He would have used this moment to his own advantage, he would have broken every bone in your body until you were nothing more. But he didn't. Just like you didn't strangle the life out from his eyes when you had the chance.

You lifted your head, staring down at him. A moment he relished to an extent; you really were her. You were closer to her than he was to your own Mark.

So similar you could... practically replace her.

You could be her.

Lips parting once more, you spoke, "I hate you." So much irony in such a statement when he had the face of a boy you'd have done anything for.

Mark couldn't hear what you were saying anymore, the sound of your heart pounding against your chest drowned it out, a melody he found himself wanting to hear more of. Maybe it was the amount of blood he had lost, maybe it was the way he could feel the heat of your body on top of his. You smelled just like her, you felt just like her. A body so warm, with a shape that he was so familiar with. It only unveiled an animalistic emotion within him; primal and desperate, hungry.

The way your eyes bore into his, it did nothing to help the on-growing need to consume you whole. Flesh and blood, every strength and weakness you held. He wanted it all until there was nothing left. He wanted you in ruins until there was nothing more to ruin.

Neither of you moved, bodies pressed one another, still and unwilling to pull apart. Even if the feeling of disgust and shame loomed over you, for him, that didn't exist. Even if you wanted to pull away, the only thing that kept you from doing so was the face of your lover staring back at you. The only thing that kept him from doing so was the temptation. You hated it, he'd live fine with it. You were broken, lost and grieving; he was starved.

After what seemed like ages, his hands moved their way to your arms. Grip tightening before deciding to push it further, moving to reach for your face and pull you down and towards his own.

This was wrong. It wasn't right, no, you shouldn't do this.

You shouldn't.

It didn't matter. Did it ever? Lips brushing against lips, pressing against so roughly they were sure to bruise if they hadn't already from the earlier assault. You weren't sure if that was your blood you were tasting or his; he couldn't care less. Mark sat himself up, bringing you down onto him as he did so, sure to never break a kiss that shouldn't even be happening. Shaking hands reaching up to hold onto his shoulders as his pressed against the small of your back to hold you in place.

This was filthy, it was all wrong. The guilt only made itself all the more known the longer his lips moved against yours. This wasn't your Mark, but it felt like him. Your body recognized it as him, even if you didn't want it to. Huffs of air that passed through chapped lips and teeth, he wouldn't let you go if you bothered trying to pull away, but you didn't. Mouth moving to graze his teeth against sweet flesh, the urge to sink his teeth deep in until all he could hear was the blood gushing out and your pained screaming. He wanted it all, he wanted to suffocate himself in it and he wanted it to destroy you. You weren't his, but he wanted to make you exactly that, no matter if you complied or fought. Letting the canines of his teeth slowly prick the layer of skin, crimson leaking as it only served to quench his thirst and stain him all the more. The intoxicating taste of life oozing into his mouth. His hands gripped onto your sides, rough and needing. You were quick to reach up and hold onto him, the sharp pain in your shoulder making you gasp.

It hurt, all so badly. Everything about it, not just the way his teeth bit and ravished your skin, but the fact that it wasn't who you wanted to do so. Delusions fed on the desperation to find something you had long lost, it's what made him get away with doing this to you. It's what made you let him do this to you. How much of a joke your "I hate you's" were when you found yourself being consumed by him, all because you wanted to imagine just for a bit longer that the love of your life never left you.

If he was going through the same turmoil as you, he didn't show it. Attention zeroed in on holding your body tightly against his, grip fierce like he was half-expecting you to run off. The sickly noise of him lapping at crimson liquid made your stomach sink, it was perverse. Mark's eyes squeezed shut in bliss, hands roaming and digging into the meat of your body, he needed it. Everything about you, he needed it.

With a quiet grunt, he pulled from the skin of your shoulder, drawing his face away from it until he was looking back directly at you. You had never seen your Mark like this, your Mark looked at you with love. This was obsession. You should be sick, disgusted, but it only left you longing for more. Tears ready to spill from your eyes, staring into a face you always pined after. His breathing becoming heavier the more he stared back into you, how gorgeous you looked when exhausted and dried blood coating sweet flesh he wanted more of. 

Your hands reached for his face, holding it softly in your palms. It made your chest tighten, fingers tracing every detail, wiping the blood away so you could see more of him. Heaving softly, you brought your face towards his once more until your lips were just centimeters apart. Hot breaths that fanned your face, just like they always did.

There wasn't anything you wouldn't do to have him back, even just for this very moment.

[gatorbites-imagines]

you guys should send me invincible requests *blinks cutely*

ive only finished season 1 but im already watching season 2, so feel free to send requests about the characters.

i have also only read like the first 13 issues of the comics, so most if not all my knowledge is based on the show and the wiki.

Note that my fave is def Mark at this point, but many of the characters have grown on me, especially Darkwing 1 and 2, Immortal, Rex, etc. ill even write about the flaxans at this point, cuz why the flaxan leader kindaaaa.... also a big fan of the evil versions of invincible.

Ive already had a few ideas, like a reader thats kinda based around mysterio from marvel. Or maybe the reader being green ghost, or even some viltrumite reader stuff.

and yes, of course i write smut too 🔥

[im-diseased-but-cool]

Sinister!Mark Grayson noooooo... don't EAT me (😏) noooo don't tell me that in order to love me fully you have to bite a chunk out of my thigh so that we can finally be one (😏😏😏😏😏) noooo don't do that (😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏)

[darkrpfinders]

🥩💖 Hello‼️ I’m a 23yo trans dude looking for 18+ writers for some LONG TERM dead dove/super dark fandom roleplays, specifically Invincible, The Boys, and Cookie Run.

I tend to trans some dude’s genders, which is nonnegotiable!

I really want to have gore, cannibalism, eroguro + snuff, and power imbalances in the roleplay, but obviously, I can adjust accordingly (only regular gore is nonnegotiable for me, sorry). Other things I dig are yandere (although I heavily prefer that the characters are both crazy for each other), dubcon and noncon. All can be discussed later.

I am semi to advanced lit, and I would like my partners to be around the same range. Quality over quantity for me! ALSO, it’s okay if it takes weeks or even months for a partner to reply, as I still will be interested even in their absence. I just need a heads up first.

If you don’t care for the roleplay anymore or lost your muse or something else, I would heavily appreciate it if you��d tell me before leaving. Communication is key.

Smut is a must, but don’t let that think that it will be the only thing happening in the roleplay. I LOVE narratively driven stories, and I write my replies as such (roleplaying multiple characters in a scene is second nature to me and I really don’t mind it, so don’t feel too pressured to mirror me there). For the plots I have in mind, most will have several story arcs, and usually an end goal, but this can all be talked about and discussed!

I prefer wacky AUs to canon divergence, as I love worldbuilding and seeing where everyone would fit inside it. Canon divergence isn’t completely off the table though; I just have a preference. I am in LOVE with the concept of cakeverse and I really want to add those types of elements into the rp, though!

OOC chatter is a MUST, though. I LOVE talking about the rp and how it’s going. I may even draw some stuff too if I’m enjoying it a lot (for some pairings here I will draw ideas/concepts if I think it will help get whatever point across). I want to make friends, not just roleplay like it’s a job.

Now, onto the pairings - highlighted characters are the ones I prefer to muse and italicized characters take higher priority than those that aren’t. If they are both highlighted, then I’m comfortable with either or (some of my top/bot dynamics are not fixed, but my dom/sub dynamics are, just a heads up).

Invincible

Mark Grayson x William Clockwell

•one of my favorite pairings. I’ve been playing around with the idea/AU of an evil/morally dark grey Mark who is a pure-blooded Viltrumite (Debbie is a Viltrumite here) arriving to Earth for the first time with Nolan and Debbie. He meets and saves William his first week on Earth and.. it goes from there.

Mark Grayson x ..Mark Grayson

•Selfcest is so, so good actually - Evil Mark x Good Mark! They get trapped in a dimension together thanks to Angstrom and have to find their way back to their own timelines, but not without fighting first, of course.

Invincible/The Boys

Omni-Man x Homelander

•Another favorite pairing of mine. I have a few plots in mind that are not canon divergent at all (mainly a space pirate au where Homelander is actively getting hunted for various crimes, but I also really like the idea of the two meeting in an MK1 tournament!), but again, everything can be discussed. All I ask for is that Homelander gets manipulated like hell 💖

The Boys

Homelander x Billy Butcher

•I’m still fairly new to this ship (and The Boys parings in general), but I really love their dynamic. There’s no set plot or ideas here, we can brainstorm something together. I would like Billy to be manhandled a little bit ✨

(MALE) Stormfront x Homelander

•Ok I will admit, this is pretty out of left field. I’m a show only, and I recently found out that Stormfront was originally a guy in the comics. I’m aware that the two medias are VERY different in story, but I’d like to combine bits and pieces of both of them into something weird and new, like this version of the ship, for example.

Cookie Run (Kingdom & Tower of Adventures)

Milk Cookie x Dark Choco Cookie

•This is probably one of the few times where I prefer standard yandere dynamics to knife romance or mutual yandere shenanigans. Milk Cookie being absolutely obsessed with and overprotective of his prince.. he’s chasing after him in the pancake tower, trying to reunite with him, maybe. (Also, I’ve been brainstorming a silly superhero au with them and how Dark Choco was once a hero turned evil due to corruption, and Milk is trying to save him/bring him back by any means necessary).

And that’s it! Very long winded of me, sorry about that. Either like this post and I’ll dm you, or just dm me! Ty~

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[shimmerbeasts]

Renata Glasc had achieved the one feat many Zaunites could only dream about: walking through Piltover's broad and gilded streets without having a single sneer thrown her way. The irony of that feat was not lost on Renata, especially because she never fully hid her Zaunite origin. Her beautifully decorated, prosthetic arm flashed underneath her meticulously tailored, white suit - a complex interplay of white plates, golden rings and gears, and fine tubes, channelling her own Chemtech through her system. Her mask, while denouncing itself as an item to breathe through, was sleeker and more fashionable, made out of distinctly higher-quality material.

Money. Even without carrying a single coin, Renata Glasc was practically covered in it. And it was this prospect of money, which made the same Piltovan merchants, who had turned their noses up at her when she had been a little girl with a belly, screaming for its next meal, follow the acclaimed businesswoman with hungry eyes. They were hoping they could make a good investment in her. Like sharks following the smell of blood, they were always after the money. It was this simple truth that ensured Renata had those greedy merchants practically eat out of her hand. And if they didn't wanna fall in line... Well, gas explosions were always fun to engineer.

However, right now, Renata had no interest in making new acquaintances and business partners. Right now, her sole focus lay on a huddled figure, which had laboured its way towards Piltover's finest and most extravagant graveyard. The mere fact that they could bury the dead was infuriating for a town, where cannibalism had established itself as an alternative to cremation.

The huddled figure had been treated terribly. Compared to Renata Glasc, who had walked mostly unchallenged, the citizens of Piltover had sneered and spat at the stranger in the cloak. The loud creaking and groaning of her prosthetic leg, the humming and bubbling of the Chem-Tech augmentation to her chest had marked her as a crooked, wicked foreigner, and the hooded figure had been treated as such.

The hooded figure and Renata Glasc stopped before a mausoleum in the graveyard. It was decorated with the stone bust of a stern muscular woman with a hawklike nose. Even though this had been hammered into granite, Renata keenly noticed that the bust and she had a similar jaw structure. Not completely, of course, after all, they were only half-siblings.

"That's one way to commemorate a legacy." Renata Glasc stepped a bit closer towards the hooded figure, completely unafraid, even though, the stranger looked just as large as her, if not more. "And all you had to do, was die." Even though her mask concealed her lips, you could hear the cruel smile in her voice. "Piltover does the rest in memorance. Sheva Grayson, one of the greatest Sheriffs, Piltover has ever seen."

Her mechanical arm grabbed the hood and yanked it down, revealing a worn-out, aged and tired face. Her shoulder-long hair was messy in certain parts. The once powerful dark brown colour had dulled. It was the same face as the bust on the mausoleum. Renata Glasc stared into her sister's eyes, her burgundy ones gleaming in malice.

She mocked: "Why have you come back here? Nothing left here in this stinking rich town for a washed-up lawmaker like you. Think they are gonna want you back? With your arm, leg and chest being messed up and all? Or perhaps you are hoping the Kirammans are gonna save you? Just because you chatted up their little daughter during one shooting competition?

"Well, let me tell you something, doll." Renata grabbed Grayson by her chin and exhaled a bloom of burgundy smoke into her face, dazing the younger woman. "They ain't gonna come back for you. I will make sure of that."

OPEN STARTER

The streets of Piltover were positively buzzing, just like she remembered them being like. It seemed that nothing had changed since the night of the death of the sheriff. How fast they had moved on and continued to thrive as a result. However the people themselves hadn’t changed. They were still the privileged lot that cast down on those not dressed in fancy attire. As such, most shot judgmental looks and crude remarks at Grayson as she hid herself under a cloak, one that that made in more Zaunite attire, marked her in it. Just as well as considering she was always a Zaunite hiding amongst Piltovians. None of them knew who it was that lurked behind the thin article of clothing.

Most of her body was covered meticulously, including her heavily augmented right leg, which clanked loudly as she moved it. The design of said leg was a complex system of unlike that of the ingenuity that Piltover could ever produce. In between its cracks were tubing with a steady pump of shimmer. This leg was a punishment from Silco and her sister, a way of fixing her for abandoning Zaun before. For becoming an enforcer. Her opposite arm bore the same result, though it had badly injured before hand thanks to the monster Silco had sent her way. Bits of that could be seen from the bottom of her cloak.

Perhaps the worst of it was her chest, which had been torn nearly to shreds by the same monster. That should have killed her and it would have had they not taken her and “saved her.” Her heart had already slowed by that time, as claws had run deep. They had put a lot of work into her chest to ‘fix it’. Even now she could feel liquid shimmer pumping into her heart, keeping it pumping. The mechanism vibrating softly against her chest as she breathed heavy.

All Grayson had ever wanted was to do good. To make life better for everyone around her. Her whole reason for accepting the role of sheriff, for even becoming an enforcer was to work from the inside to help both sides. Give piltover a morality boost, while simultaneously trying to make life easier for those in the undercity. She had succeeded in neither. By all she accounts she had fault and as a result she was forever changed. By the ones she loved, no less.

Grayson now stood in front of a mausoleum, one that the people of Piltover had dedicated to her. It brought tears to her eyes then as she ran her metal hand against the stone of the surface of the wall. Someone else had been buried there no doubt, knowing how hard Markus had covered everything up. The former stood in silence, at a loss of words as she heard foot steps approach.

[dxlansfxck]

Painting Flowers [G.D] 03

Deep inside his head, Grayson knows for sure  that he should break the kiss, push her off and maybe even insult her for kissing him. He really wanted to insult her, make her feel bad for what she did, for kissing her mother’s boyfriend, but all he did was deepen the kiss. Pull her even closer and bury his hands in Y/N’s unruly hair.  He was even moaning into this kiss that gave him much more than it should. The bottle of wine on the table was long forgotten as Y/N breaks the kiss just to pull Grayson inside the living room, not caring about going into either of their bedrooms, but letting themselves fall down onto the cold leather couch. If this was a bad romantic movie, they’d probably end up on a piano or something, but the couch seemed good enough and suddenly, Grayson didn’t mind the cold leather object right now.

The kiss was broken by now, but the electricity between them was still tingling, as if little sparks would light up on their naked skin that would touch from time to time. They almost ate each other with their gazes, looking at the opponents still-clad body in the pale moonlight until their lips met with greed. To be honest, it must have looked like cannibalism to any one other than themselves. The smacking sounds and groans echoing through the entire room.

It didn’t take either of them by surprise that soon enough their shirts and pants flew off and around the room. Grayson almost ripped Y/N’s leggings in half in order to get them off her body. He muttered a reverent  “Wow” while scanning her body, trying to memorize every little detail: the freckles that were splattered over her arms, neck and face, a few birth marks on her stomach, some scars and even little tattoos that were placed around her pale skin that seemed to reflect the moonlight that was shining through the opened patio door. Her body was like a map that Grayson still had to learn, to memorize little details and spots to find his way on it. But it was a map that he definitely wanted to get to know and reveal to himself.

Y/N on the other hand already knew how ripped and big Grayson was since he walked around shirtless every night, sleeping in only his boxers and not caring about his mostly permanent bulge in his sport shorts. Little did she know how soft his skin was. Her black fingernails tracing some of his veins along his arms, making Grayson shudder under her touch. As soon as his pants were gone, Y/N took her time to study his tattooed thighs. Licking her lips at the thought of herself on top of them, rubbing her clit against the hairy thickness. His biceps were more prominent now that he was holding himself up over her tiny figure and once their eyes locked, both of them were hypnotized. The moon being the only light source made everything even more magical, the alcohol obfuscated their senses, the lust ruling over their bodies.

Of course, it was mostly hate that Y/N felt towards Grayson, but only because she fell for him a long time ago. She hated him for loving her mother. She was jealous, she knew that. Every night she used to either cry or vomit to the sounds they made in the bedroom, hearing them fuck was worse than hearing them whispering sweet promises to each other. Sometimes she even ignored the sounds her mom made and just concentrated on Grayson’s low moans while touching herself, feeling naughty and ashamed while doing so.

Neither of them thought that this situation would ever be happening – but neither of them wanted to stop it, both quietly thanking the alcohol for offering them this opportunity.

Grayson’s blood was boiling, both of their breaths were faltering while their glances were still locked. Suddenly, as if it was a planned move, both of their desires were taking over them while their lips met once again, Y/N’s fingernails marking Grayson’s back to prevent him from breaking the kiss once more, which shouldn’t have happened this night at all.

The situation became heated quickly again, so Y/N took her chance to change their roles. She climbed on top of Grayson and started to prep his entire neck with a mixture of sweet little kisses, soft nibbles and even some bites here and there – Grayson didn’t mind at all. His eyes were closed, his lips parted, and his mind was going absolutely crazy. One of his hands found their way into the messy hair of her affair – which was exactly what she was. An affair. Nothing more, nothing less. He knew he was about to cheat on his girlfriend that he somehow still loved, kind of. He should love her. Even though he felt guilty, he couldn’t deny how Y/N’s lips felt on his neck, how incomparable and satisfying it was to have her on top of him. Her teeth were now working on his chest, even biting slightly into his nipple. “Fuck.”

Grayson couldn’t control himself anymore, pushing Y/N off his body and howling over her, holding her upper arm in a tight grip while growling at her to show who’s in charge, grinning at the challenging look on her face. And then she did it – she growled back at him, causing his neck hair to erect, leaving goosebumps all over his body. Soon enough, Grayson’s hand was wrapped around her neck, his thumb pressing against her chin to lift it up, just to capture her lips once more. Their tongues fighting over dominance while Y/N chokes him as well, her tiny hand not even fitting halfway around his thick throat. Spit was dribbling down their chins, loud smacking sounds were heard, but as soon as Y/N was about to touch his bulge, Grayson jumps in desperation, rushing through the living room. “FUCK!”

His hands were running through his messy hair, almost running in circles while looking over to an almost naked Y/N. “Fuck, are you fucking serious? I’m with your mother! Fuck, what if Luna…”, Grayson quickly collected all of his clothes and ran into the bathroom, trying to cool himself down with a cold shower, sobering up through the fear of anyone realizing what he just did. The alcohol must be out of his system because his mind was crystal clear at this moment. His thoughts were wandering to Luna while he tried to scrub everything he just did off his body. Would Y/N dare to tell her mother? Would Grayson himself tell her? Y/N. He didn’t even think about her, what did she feel during all of this? “I couldn’t care less” was all he said to calm himself down, not caring about broken teenage hearts. He throws his head back into the waterjet as he breathed in deeply – and swallowed a bunch of water. Karma just got him.

It felt like hours – even the mirrors were misted by the steam – when Grayson stepped out of the shower, drying himself off quickly before grabbing the towel around his hips and walking into his bedroom to quickly change into boxer shorts and a shirt, just to make sure Y/N wouldn’t see anything if she decided to look for him. He was frustrated because one, he was horny as fuck, and two, he felt guilty, but not because of Luna. He felt guilty because he enjoyed her daughter more than her boring ass self.

Luna didn’t come back home from work in the early mornings, which led to the awkward situation of Grayson and Y/N meeting at the breakfast table, not knowing what to say at all. Just like Grayson, Y/N seemed to be waiting to go downstairs, just to prevent the position they both were in right now. The older man started the coffee machine, filling his cup with the burning liquid before spreading some avocado on a piece of toasted bread. The cautious girl just grabbed a banana while sitting down onto the kitchen counter, carefully watching Grayson while drinking a cup of water. He didn’t even bother to look over his shoulder, not caring to watch her at all. That’s what he thought at least. He quickly put his used knife in the dish washer before sitting down at the dining table while scrolling through his phone, texting with Ethan and even looking around Instagram.

Y/N, who wasn’t wearing anything besides a sports bra and some booty shorts due to the fact that she just came back from a run, was sitting in his field of vision, eating her banana while being focused way too hard on the giant sitting across from her. She decided to quickly hop off the counter just to sit at the table as well. She copied his actions by grabbing her phone, sending some snaps to her friends while slowly sliding her foot upwards his leg, burying it into his crotch area. Grayson gasped quietly, but doesn’t show off any arousal while finishing his toast. Just in this moment, Luna walked into the kitchen, smiling widely and pressing a kiss on each of their foreheads. “Good morning, family.”

“He’s not family.” Y/N’s toes were wiggling around his bulge, earning an angry look from Grayson. Luna ignored her, taking a sip from Grayson’s mug before sitting down next to her daughter.

“So, what did you two do last night?” She smiles at Y/N, but it fades into a frown as soon as she sees all the love bites and scratches around her neck. “Well, doesn’t seem like I have to ask you about your night. We don’t have to repeat the talk, do we? Please tell me you know how protection works, hun.” Y/N shakes her head while smirking at Grayson. Luna seemed to be confused, then started laughing hysterically. “Oh babe, when I meant you should talk with her, I for sure didn’t mean that kind of conversation. But, well, thank you for trying.” Then she went straight to bed, trying to get the rest that she missed the past days due to her many jobs.

If looks could kill, Y/N would already be dead, twisting and turning around in her grave. Grayson was fuming. “Are you fucking serious?” She just nodded, smiling like the angel she for sure isn’t.

“Yeah, I don’t have anything to loose, neither you nor her. So, will you tell her that you made out with her little, drunk, innocent girl? Or shall I tell her that you came home blackout drunk and forced me to kiss you?” Y/N’s smirk grew wider and wider while the crease in between Grayson’s eyebrow became deeper with every word she said.

“Neither! You keep your mouth shut, I keep mine shut, that’s it. And, even if you tell her, what would you think could happen? Angel, do you really think your mother would believe you? She even wants to send you to a Boarding School because of your behavior. Sorry, there’s nothing do to for you.”

Grayson leaves the kitchen with one last shrug to lay down in the living room. But who would’ve thought – Y/N followed him. And then she did the unbelievable, placing her small figure onto his thick thighs, getting comfy in his lap while frowning. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I don’t want you to be mad at me,” her fingers started to trace his tense chest muscles over his shirt. “You can punish me, if you want to.” Her lips came in contact with his ear lobe while Grayson tried not to moan out loud. “Or you’re just fucking me right here and there, Daddy.” Her words were nothing more than a breath of air, but Grayson understood. Damn right he did. He growls loudly, not able to stop the sound coming straight from his chest, before pushing her off his lap and grabbing after the television remote. But Y/N doesn’t begrudge him the rest.

“Daddy, don’t ignore me. Please, Daddy. Damn, do I have to touch myself or will you just do it?” The whining sound of Y/N’s voice, her grabby hands and her fucking short outfit drove Grayson crazy – and brought him in a special mood. He glances at his watch, realizing that Luna would be asleep the next 6 hours. Without waking up.

“Crawl back onto my lap, kitten. One more sound and I’ll double the amount, understood?” He watches Y/N emotionless, trying to hide his smirk as soon as he made contact with her now shy eyes. She nods – curious but also nervous – before climbing back onto his thighs, laying down on her stomach and trying to get comfortable. Grayson didn’t even wait for her to lay correctly before bringing his hand back down onto her exposed ass cheeks, slapping it quite hard, wanting her to know who the boss in this situation was. Y/N didn’t mind. She grinned, waiting for what would happen next.

At the beginning, Grayson felt kind of weird to actually spank her, but as soon as he sees her ass bounce and wiggle in front of him, seeing her squirm under his touch and moan against her own arm, he started to get really into it – he pushed her shorts even higher to expose her entire ass for him. Her cheeks were already stained by his enormous hand prints, red and swollen, but Grayson didn’t stop. Y/N started to mewl, making Grayson’s dick twist inside his boxers. He softly brushed his fingers through her hair, whispering a soft “Ssh” before slapping her once more. She wanted punishment, so she got it. „That was the last one.“ „Fuck“, was all that Y/N could say, surprised by the amount of pain, but still smirking. “But I liked it, to be honest.”

Grayson just rolled his eyes while pushing Y/N off himself once more.  “That was enough for now, huh?” Then he grabbed the remote and did what he wanted all the time: relax.

He woke up with an aching pain inside his pants that made him moan in frustration. Without even opening his eyes, he laid back into a more comfortable position, his head on the couch rest. Then he realized where he was – still on the couch, not with Luna in their bed. It couldn’t be Luna that surprised him. Now he was fully awake, opening his eyes quickly. “You can’t just get enough, huh?” His voice was still raspy and causes Y/N to shudder. Her lips were currently placing sweet little kisses around his belly button while softly palming his now throbbing dick through his shorts. He just grinned, watching the girl in front of him but not caring to touch her at all. He wanted to know how far she’d go – and how desperate she was. “Daddy, please. You started something that we need to finish now..” That filthy little thing really got turned on while Grayson was slapping the living hell out of her. He laughed in disbelief, grabbing her cheeks between one of his hands.

“You really think you could wake me up, disturb my fucking sleep, just because you’re horny?” He shakes his head, looking at Y/N in disguise. “Just because of that, I should spank you once more. And just to clarify it: you’re only allowed to come when you’re told, alright?” Y/N just nods, not breaking the intense eye contact. “Use your words, little one. That’s why you were born with a tongue.”

“Yeah, I understood…��� “I think you forgot something”, he raised an eyebrow while pinching one of her perky nipples, making Y/N moan directly. “Yes, Daddy.”

Grayson nods in agreement and grabs Y/N’s head once more. “I’m too tired to punish you, you’re lucky. But you started something”, he turned her head into the direction of his full erect cock, “that you need to finish now. You should be thankful that you’re allowed to suck Daddy’s cock that early, huh?” Grayson quickly removes his shorts, his dick slapping against his toned stomach, before pressing the younger girl directly onto it, burying his aching shaft inside her throat, amused by the gagging sounds she made.

Maybe it wasn’t such a stupid idea to get this going, was all he thought while closing his eyes and relaxing back into the couch, enjoying one of the best blowjobs in his life.

[teen-titans-imagines]

The Batboys As Dads [Headcanons]

Since me and @loudmouthwally have been screaming about dad! Dick and dami and such, I decided to write headcanons after she suggested it to me. As always: reader insert 😎

Dick Grayson

He honestly wasn't sure on being a dad

But when he laid his eyes on you, his daughter/son, he was absolutely ready to fight everyone who had any second thoughts about you.

Dick Grayson was ready to lay down everything for you. Even leave the mantle of Nightwing to someone else, because jesus christ, you were so important to him. (And still are)

Dick Grayson is a playful man, and if you think he wouldn't hit himself on the head with a skillet to make you laugh, you are very, v e r y mistaken.

As you grow up, there is one thing you learn about Dick Grayson.

Dick is a dad joke within himself.

Dad jokes for d a y s.

There is no escaping them.

"I had a scarecrow friend try out for stand up comedy, but the audience thought he was too corny."

"I'm calling the police on you for harassment."

Despite Dick being a silly dad, he is also very protective.

No boys/girls until you are dead.

Actually, no wait, nope, not even in the afterlife.

He will stalk you while on your dates, being as obvious yet hard to spot as possible.

Dick is the waiter, the random guy you bump into on the street, the carnival's janitor.

He's fucking everywhere, man, don't even try to kiss your date because Daddy Dearest will know. In a heartbeat.

#GroundedForKissingMyBoyfriendAfterFindingOutMyDadWasSpyingOnUsAftetHeFELLFROMTHEDAMNTREESCREAMINGBLOODYMURDER #IWANNANEWDAD #JASONBEMYNEWDAD

Despite all the crap he puts you through, Dick loves you very much and just wants the best for you, and that includes a happy life and childhood. He knows that you can lose a lot in a blink of an eye, and he wants you to be happy.

Yet, while he holds a superhero job, it can be pretty straining on your relationship as father and daughter/son.

Just know Dick loves you very much, even if he is a pain in the ass crack.

Jason Todd

If there is one thing Jason Todd does not know how to do, it is Parenting 101.

Please send help. He has no idea how to even wrap a diaper on a child, let alone r a i s e one.

Jason had to have Dick help him out a lot little.

However, after a while, Jason fell into a good routine after doing a lot of research and hands-on learning.

He totally owns one of those 'Parenting for Dummies' books but will completely deny any kind of knowledge about it should anybody find it (demon spawn from hell aka damian fucking wayne)

Spending time with you, Red Hood later. ALWAYS.

He honestly adores you.

You are his everything and if there's one thing Jason never thought he would have wanted until now, it is definitely you.

Instantaneous Death to anybody who even mentions your existence.

Jason Todd Will Not Hesitate, Bitch^TM

He actually snapped at a woman who said she could just 'eat you up'

"Yeah, well, we don't believe in cannibalism, so."

Jason definitely sings you to sleep, and is proud, even touched, that you will raise hell if he fails to sing you to sleep right on schedule.

As you grow and get into school, Jason is quick to teach you self defense.

And taught you that all boys had a contagious virus and to punch any that tried to kiss you or hold your hand. (Female)

And taught you that girls were the devils spawn and were to be avoided at all cost (Male)

You once got suspended for calling the teacher an 'asshat'. Jason was lowkey sort of proud. Dick wasn't amused.

You have a white streak in your hair, and when you need to be with your father, he will play with that lock of hair.

You and Jason are exactly alike, with some different attributes. But that doesn't make you any less of a Todd.

Your damian's favorite. Just saying.

Tim Drake

You were definitely not what Tim Drake was expecting.

But definitely everything he wanted.

If there is one thing you both know how to do, it's complain.

"Oh my god, I did literally everything the books told me to do. Why are you still c r y i n g???"

"...WAH-"

*slams head into desk*

Tim swears that if he wasn't a coffee addict then, he fucking is now.

No sleep. At all. You give him too much shit.

Jason thinks it's hysterical because you seem to be Karma in a onesie for all the times Tim was a little shit to him.

Tim loves you to the moon and back, but you never fail to irk at least one of his remaining nerves that still works.

P r o b l e m a t i c C h i l d r e n

Yes, that means Tim and you.

Did he give you a bath just now? No the fuck he didn't. Did he just clean the high chair? No the fuck he didnt, bitch. Did he just change your diaper? Come back, bitch. It's a shitstorm in here, and you're in the eye of the hurricane. Gas mask it up, son.

As you grow up, Tim wants you to get out there and do whatever. He's slightly not ok with you dating, but don't think he won't do at least 15 background checks, stake outs, securing the perimeter, interrogations, whatever. Each. 15 each.

You are a computer genius just like him, but don't spend your time on the computer all the time. Mostly just to play games here and there.

As you grow in school, there is not a single day that goes by that you absolutely loathe it.

Honestly

Why cant you just homeschool. We have the capability too.

"Who even needs human friends? Uncle Damian is doing just fine with his animals."

"He also has homicidal tendecies, so. You're gonna get some human interaction whether you like it or not."

Honestly, you and Tim butt heads all the time, but at the end of the day, you are his flesh and blood, and he will protect and love you till the world stops turning.

Damian Wayne

Let's be honest: Damian Wayne would be the most worried and/or scared person on earth if he found out he was gonna be a dad.

All these insecurities about his past, the bad memories, all of it coming back to haunt him as he thought about his child.

Damian was not ready at all.

He was honestly very weary of you. Since he didn't really get along with children, there was no way to explain to him how to raise his kid for the next eighteen years.

He realized that when he held you. Kinda like an 'aha' moment, but with an 'oh shit' instead.

After Damian warmed up to you, though, he was Dad to the Max. Spin the fucking wheel to jackpot.

Damian has very high expectations for himself as a dad. He needs to be on top of the mark at all times or he is sure he has failed you.

Damian is a perfectionist, so if he doesn't get you to calm down after screaming bloody murder on the first try, he literally wants to stab something because wtf he was sure he was doing this right.

Damian sings you to sleep. Dami has the voice of an angel when he's quietly singing and it's soothing as fuck. Never fails to make you sleepy. Add in a bit of bouncing while leaned against his shoulder and it is lights o u t.

Damian is a very teasing father, despite how serious he can be. You are the only person who he shows his soft, relaxed side too. You are his everything and he lets you know that shamelessly.

Damian will kill anybody who even dares to mention your name or make horrible implications about your existence.

That is his child and he will fuck someone up if they speak wrongly of you. Talk shit, get hit, bitches get a fucking katana to the eye.

Definition of the meme "Don't talk to me or my son ever again."

Damian Wayne Will Definitely Not Hesitate, Bitch^TM

As you grow up, Damian makes it crystal clear.

NO DATING AT ALL.

Damian is protective as fuck. He needs to know where you are, where you are going, who is going with you, who is all going to be there, how long is it gonna be, how long are you gonna be driving there, are there gonna be any boys present, Drake, would you finish the damn background checks already???

Damian is just like Dick: not even in the afterlife or the bullshit after that.

You are very much like Damian. Practically a spitting image. It makes Damian feel proud because of the Wayne Legacy that you might keep up, his ego, and the fact that his child is a badass and looks like one too.

Damian and you are not perfect, though. You two often get into arguments about certain things, usually the littlest. One of the things you two often fight about, however, is the mantle of Robin.

Huge no-no.

Noooo. No no no.

There is no way you are becoming Robin. You are his baby and he is NOT going to let some STUPID costume ruin that for him.

He can be very cold, even to you at times, and since you didn't inherit his amazing lack skill of patience, you are often calling him out on his bullshit and his attitudes.

Seriously. Who even is the adult here anymore.

You are taller than Damian. It infuriates him to no end.

"Dad, how's the weather down there?"

"gROUNDED."

At the end of the day, Damian loves you dearly and you love him dearly as well. There is never a dull moment between you two and it makes for a harmonious atmosphere. Even if you can be a pain in each other asses, Damian is sure he would be lost to the world of familial love had it not been for you.

You are his rock and he is your oasis in a barren land. Family always, always matters to you both.

[mrsspidermanmaryjanewatsonparker]

Recent conversations have inspired me to make a big ass list of Marvel creators stances on the marriage.

 This isn’t definitive as it’s me going off memory.

 Bear in mind some of this is inferred from other stuff they’ve said and is more a representation of whether these people there is anything wrong with Spider-Man being married in general not necessarily their thoughts on the marriage as it actually played out.

 This isn’t a list of every Marvel creator ever, just the ones who to my recollection have expressed an opinion about whether being married was appropriate for Spider-Man in general.

 Half and Halfs

Steve Ditko: Co-creator of Spider-Man. According to Marv Wolfman in an interview published (but possibly not conducted) in 2004, when he spoke to Ditko decades ago Ditko felt it was a mistake for Spider-Man to have ever aged beyond high school. However bear in mind this comes from typed up notes of a one-to-one interview (presumably done face to face, but we do not know) and it is giving us someone’s recollections of what someone said decades ago about a character that that person had ceased working on at least 10-15 years beforehand. Hardly the benchmark of reliability.

 Gerry Conway: Author of the Death of Gwen Stacy who’s run also turned Harry Osborn into a villain, a frequently adapted plot point in other media. Has said it was a mistake because Spider-Man should never have aged beyond age 21. However he has had four runs in which Spider-Man has been 22 or above. Three of those have featured a married Spider-Man, the latest of which very deliberately so. Has also admitted that part of his apprehension regarding the marriage when he was writer was that he was dealing with his divorce at the time.

 Ron Frenz: Acclaimed artist and part of one of the most well received Spider-Man runs and Spider-Man spin-offs ever. Has stated that when he was doing Spider-Man in the 1980s he felt that if Peter was ever to marry he’d have to give up being Spider-Man. However has also done a whole run featuring a married Spider-Man as a supporting character where he shared a poignant quote about why the relationship is very interesting.

 Howard Mackie: Despite his early work being more positively received, is regarded as one of the worst Spider-man writers ever. Stated in the early 2000s that the marriage was too difficult to write. However in the 2010s stated that he saw the arguments from both sides.

 Roger Stern: Author of one of the most acclaimed Spider-Man runs ever. Stern has said Spider-Man is about youth which you would imagine means that he feels Spider-Man cannot work whilst married. However Stern has actually said that he feels Peter Parker could possibly get married, his problem was that it was with Mary Jane specifically (and that’s neither here nor there).

 David Michelinie: Author of a run with a mixed reception. Some people like it whilst others hate it. The run however included the introduction of popular villains Venom and Carnage as well as introduced the marriage itself via editorial mandate. He didn’t like the idea of writing a married Spider-Man when he got the job as ASM writer because the Spider-Man he knew had been a student. Bearing in mind that at the time Spider-Man hadn’t been a student for three or four years and had graduated from his college education and was undergoing studies for a Master degree before dropping out. Michelinie however has alternatively stated his apprehension was due to a lack of experience with romantic relationships and that in taking the assignment he endeavoured to write it as well as possible. In a 2007 publication he stated that he felt there was nothing wrong with Spider-Man being married because Spider-Man was about responsibility.

 Brian Michael Bendis: Acclaimed author of Ultimate Spider-Man which depicted a moderinization of teenage Spider-Man’s adventures, creator of one of the most popular Spider-Man spin-off characters Miles Morales. Well known for writing a teenage Spider-Man and stated that Spider-Man is supposed to be a kid instead of an old divorced guy. However he wrote Peter and MJ in his teen drama Spider-Man series as a pseudo married couple and even used such terminology more than once in-story in reference to their relationship. Has expressed a fondness for the Peter and MJ relationship.

 Danny Fingeroth: Author of a handful of Spider-Man stories with at best mixed receptions, at worst panned receptions. Instituted the infamous robot parents subplot with no clear direction in mind. Clashed with David Michelinie and led to his departure from the series.  Hasn’t ever come out and said it was a mistake for Spider-Man to be married or that Spider-Man shouldn’t ever be married but has stated that around the time of the Clone Saga there was the thought that being married made him too unrelatable. However other accounts have indicated that that was not the original genesis of the Clone Saga and that the original long term plan (which he was in on) was to eventually have Spider-Man become a father as well as husband (with the single Ben Reilly becoming a spin-off character).

 Mat Fraction: Acclaimed author. Wrote an Eisner nominated Spider-Man story specifically celebrating the marriage but also stated he was not certain if marriage was right for Spider-Man.

 Todd Dezago: Acclaimed author who cut his teeth on Spider-Man. Has never stated anything about the marriage one way or the other but learned to write comics during that era in the Spider-Man office.

 John Romita Junior: Acclaimed artist. Allegedly felt the marriage was wrong but I do not recall seeing or hearing him ever explicitly state this.

 John Romita Senior: Acclaimed artist, regarded as pseudo co-creator of Spider-Man because so much of his run helped to define Spider-Man. Co-creator of Kingpin, Rhino, Shocker and Mary Jane. Inker of the Death of Gwen Stacy. His depiction of Spider-Man became the in house style for Spider-Man and all of Marvel for several years. I forget, but I seem to recall he expressed mixed feelings about it as opposed to a clear cut opinion one way or another.

  Those against the marriage

Mark Waid: Eisner award winning writer. Has written one acclaimed Spider-Man story which is praised because it plays well upon classic tropes. Essentially his big claim to fame is writing a good paint by numbers Spider-man tale. His other Spider-Man works have included writing Spider-Man and Daredevil’s relationship in correctly by portraying Daredevil as disliking Spider-Man despite this egregiously contradicting older stories, and a story where Spider-Man was a mentally ill person with some form of split personality but when regular Peter Parker would routinely bully J. Jonah Jameson.

Dan Jurgens: Wrote 7 good issues of Spider-Man starring Ben Reilly as the titular character. Feels that Spider-Man is about suffering and that marriage is thus in appropriate.

Marv Wolfman: Wrote a good run of Spider-Man despite some characterization problems. Feels Spider-Man being in a relationship with someone too attractive like Mary Jane is wrong and that marriage is wrong because Spider-Man is about having the rug pulled out from under him and that being a high schooler was the true state of the character. Bear in mind he is also famous for agining Dick Grayson from Robin the Boy Wonder who was created to be Batman’s child sidekick into the distinctly adult Nightwing who at one point almost got married. He actually did this with multiple other teen character sidekicks who were part of a team called the TEEN Titans. It got to the point where the series name was changed to just Titans. So...seems a tad hypocritical no?

Kurt Busieck: Wrote a well received run on a series set in the Ditko run. Has never written a Spdier-Man story set in the modern day where Spider-Man is the main character with said story getting particularly good reviews. Began reading in the Gerry Conway/Ross Andru run

Steve Wacker: Has no formal writing experience whatsoever. Was editor of an era of Spider-Man where the title character deliberately withheld knowledge of his identity from one of his loyal friends and confidants whom he knew had romantic feelings for him all for the purposes of having mask sex with her in hotel rooms that they’d illegally broken into together. Did I mention this person was also an active criminal whom Spider-Man routinely let go? Also oversaw a story he personally expressed pride in that involved child cannibalism. And another storyline in which there was a strong implication of rape by deception.

Dan Slott: Wrote a story where Spider-Man acted as a paparazzi despite the character being fully aware of the dangers of invading someone’s privacy, since the previous year his identity was public knowledge. Most acclaimed Spider-Man work is Superior Spider-Man which is literally not about Peter Parker but another character. In the course of this story major plot points involved the lead character trying to rape an innocent woman, possibly succeeding in sexually violating Peter Parker himself, probably sexually violating a different innocent woman and playing the Green Goblin’s identity as a mystery before revealing it to be Norman Osborn all along, thus rendering it an entirely pointless mystery. Maintained the status quo of his acclaimed Superior storyline through objectively large plot contrivances such as the Avengers scanning his brain without bringing along anyone who could read the results.

Jim Shooter: EIC of one of Marvel’s most critically acclaimed and financially lucrative periods

Erik Larsen: An artist who wrote one vaguely well received Spider-Man issue. All his other Spider-Man writing work has been panned or rarely mentioned.

Terry Kavanagh: Regarded as one of, if not the, worst Spider-Man writer of all time, responsible for the critically panned FACADE storyline.

Joe Quesada: Wrote literally the two most critically panned Spider-Man stories of all time which character assassinated Peter Parker and Mary Jane.

John Byrne: Drew and wrote Spider-Man Chapter One, a critically panned rebooting of Spider-Man’s history from the acclaimed and iconic Ditko run. Wrote one critically panned (by those who remember) issue of Web of Spider-Man. Wrote 2 issues of the critically panned Gathering of Five/Final Chapter storyline. Has said that the acclaimed Sam Raimi Spider-Man movies were poor adaptations. Was responsible for the sickening scene wherein an underage teenage girl kissed the then-recently widowed and very much adult Peter Parker. Seems to think that by making Superman someone who doesn’t see himself as an alien at all, has never lost his parents and doesn’t pretend to be a mild mannered or bumbling fool as Clark Kent but rather an upright and confidant person didn’t change the character of Superman. Did I mention he regularly ships underage teenage girls with adult male characters?

Jordan D. White: Has only ever edited a few Deadpool projects which have involved Spider-Man.

Jason Aaron: Has written one well reviewed mini-seires involving Spider-Man and Wolverine, which is more of a Wolverine storyline

Bob Harras: Edited just one Spider-Man story. Was the extremely controversial editor of X-Men who’s actions were part of the reason well received X-Men writer Louise Simonson left the X-Men franchise, something her husband Walt Simonson has not forgiven him for to this day. Gave the editorial mandate to bring Aunt May back to life and undo the milestone and acclaimed Amazing Spider-Man #400. Also gave the editorial mandate to kill off the highly popular character of Mary Jane in order to end the marriage. The move was critically panned and even disagreed upon by Howard Mackie and John Byrne who wrote and drew the issue in question. The story took the series in a direction that greatly lowered sales and led to even more critical panning, indeed it was regarded as one of the worst eras of Spider-Man ever. EIC of DC and overseer of the critically panned and sales decreasing New 52 era which led to the DC Rebirth era as an antidote.

Bill Jemas: Co-plotted Ultimate Spider-Man #1-7. Is one of the most heavily criticized Marvel EIC’s ever. Sole writer of Marville one of the most panned Marvel stories of at least the 2000s.

Christopher Priest: Edited a strong era of Spider-Man and has written a few decent-great one shot Spider-Man stories including the acclaimed Spider-Man vs. Wolverine storyline. However he has also stated that the reason that Spider-Man shouldn’t be married is because it ruins the wish fulfilment factor of young boys who don’t want to be tied down. This is patently not true given the raw number of male Spider-Man fans who began reading during the marriage and the higher sales compared to the post-marriage stories. It also obviously doesn’t take into account female fans or fans identifying by something other than strictly male or female.

  Those in favour of the marriage

John Semper Junior: Showrunner of the 1994 Spider-Man cartoon which was at it’s time acclaimed and has gone on to influence other media adaptations.

Greg Weisman: Acclaimed writer who’s work includes Gargoyles, Star Wars: Rebels, Young Justice and the Spectacular Spider-Man cartoon, regarded as THE best adaptation of Spider-Man ever.

Tom DeFalco: Former Spider-Man editor during the acclaimed Roger Stern run. Former EIC of Marvel. Wrote one of the most popular and well received runs of the character in the 1980s. Went on to have 2 more runs in the 1990s and co-created possibly the most popular Spider-Man spin-off character ever in Spider-Girl who is the female marvel character with the longest unbroken run to date. Helped institute elements which have remained part of Spider-Man lore to this day including the iconic black costume. Author of at the time the most definitive Spider-man information book. Began reading Spider-Man in the early 1960s with Amazing Fantasy #15 itself.

Peter David: Acclaimed writer, who’s acclaimed comic work has included runs on X-Factor, one of the most popular Spider-Man spin-off characters (Spider-Man 2099) and a well recived run on Spectacular Spider-Man. He also penned one of the most acclaimed Spdier-Man stories of all time, the Death of Jean DeWolff.

Jim Salicrup: Editor of arguably the most financially successful period of Spider-Man ever, including Spider-Man #1 which sold in the millions.

J.M. DeMatteis: Has had 3 runs on Spider-Man, 2 of which were well received. These included the well received Spectacular Spider-Man #250, the acclaimed Harry Osborn Saga, the best Vulture story of all time and the acclaimed Amazing Spider-Man #400. He has also written the acclaimed Spider-Man: the Lost Years and Spider-Man Redepmtion as well as Kraven’s Last Hunt, regarded as one of the best Spdier-Man stories of all time, possibly the greatest. Many of his works are regarded as the height of literary fiction about Spider-Man.

J. Michael Straczynski: Critically acclaimed Emmy award winning writer, creator of Babylon 5, wrote the sometimes controversial sometimes acclaimed Amazing Spider-Man run, which included the relatively well received characters of Morlun and Ezekiel, the well received 9/11 issue of Spider-Man, the acclaimed direction of having Aunt May know Peter’s secret identity.

Tom Beland: Wrote the well received I (Heart) Marvel: Web of Romance

Todd Nauck: Well received artist of Spider-Man: the Clone Saga, Mr and Mrs Spider-Man.

Roberto Aguirre Sacasa: Acclaimed playright and writer of the well received Spider-Man stories, the Book of Peter, The Last Temptation of Eddie Brock and Sensational Spider-Man #32-34 which were character studies of Mary Jane, Aunt May and Black Cat.

Ryan Stegman: Acclaimed artist of Superior Spider-Man and Spider-Man Renew: Your Vows.

Stan Lee: Co-creator of Spider-Man who worked on the first 100 issues of the character. Also co-created other iconic comic book characters. His advocating of the marriage led to it happening.

[hannaedits]

  I’m far enough along in the series that some plot points and villains are starting to get recycled, but everything is still so epic that I’m happy to be along for the ride.

Invincible Vol. 19: The War at Home Robert Kirkman (writer) Ryan Ottley (penciler, inker) Cliff Rathburn (inker) John Rauch (colorist) Rus Wooton (letterer)

Major warning that there’s some cannibalism at the beginning of this book. That’s usually where I put a book down, full stop. I’m not sure that it necessarily added anything to the plot, but it was a good way to represent how ridiculous the Invincibles from other universes had gotten while stranded together.

As usual, more Invincibles equals more drama. And it seemed to feed into our own Mark Grayson, because he makes some questionable decisions throughout these issues.

Proving once again that Eve is the real hero we don’t deserve, she totally calls him on it. Some meta conversation occurs in this book about the lack of powered women in contrast to the number of powered men in this world, but it makes sense: If there were more powered women, there would be significantly less drama and ridiculousness to write a fun series about.

Rating: 4 (out of 5) stars. Cross-posted to Amazon and Goodreads.

Invincible Vol. 20: Friends Robert Kirkman (writer) Ryan Ottley (penciler) Cliff Rathburn (inker) John Rauch (colorist) Rus Wooten (letterer)

The title of this trade paperback is a complete misnomer, except that it really isn’t. The overall theme is very much how fine the line is between friends and enemies, especially when everyone has superhuman (and beyond) powers.

For once, two Invincibles is the smart and logical way to go about things rather than an excuse for absurd drama. Once Mark gets back to his home dimension, though, I’m reminded again that I’d sometimes much rather have all of this story from Eve’s perspective.

A frequent complaint about speculative fiction very much written for the masculine reader is that sometimes things get a bit “rapey.” And they definitely do in this edition, but in a way that completely flips the trope. The post-traumatic after-effects are subtle and well-presented through artwork, and I look forward to seeing how that is addressed and resolved.

As for everything else? Not much I can say without giving away all the spoilers, but things have definitely gotten REAL. Some plot threads are coming full circle, and while Kirkman might occasionally pull the old villain back to rehash some stuff, he certainly doesn’t shy away from putting his heroes through the wringer. Looking forward to jumping right into the next collection as soon as possible.

Rating: 5 (out of 5) stars. Cross-posted to Amazon and Goodreads.

Invincible Vol. 21: Modern Family Robert Kirkman (writer) Ryan Ottley (penciler, inker) Cliff Rathburn (inker) Jean-Francois Beaulieu (colorist) Rus Wooton (letterer)

For some reason, I took a massive break while reading this series, and this issue has been hanging out on my nightstand for literally months. But the spouse encouraged me to jump back in, and I’m excited to crank through to the ending now.

Mark is still trying to make the world fit into his narrative of black and white (right and wrong), but it’s not working out since Robot’s epic takeover. Because he has a family to think of now, he decides the better part of valor is to make a new start on a completely different planet. (Even though freaking Abe Lincoln calls him a coward for leaving, I can see both sides to the decision.)

But life on an unfamiliar planet isn’t easy, and Kirkman makes some great storytelling decisions about how adjusting to a new world and culture isn’t easy. He kicks things up a notch with the aliens and such, but overall it’s a fairly accurate story of culture shock.

Another great representation is Mark’s continued PTSD. This story line is far more than most characters in fiction get after extreme trauma, and I appreciate every moment of it (especially the gender-swapped elements). I’m really glad he finally told Eve the truth, but I’m also glad that telling her the truth did not magically fix their issues.

And… oh, Thragg. We just can’t quit you. Mark’s happily ever after away from Earth probably isn’t going to last very long.

P.S. Does Star Trek know how much they’re being parodied in this series? Because it’s still hysterical.

Rating: 5 (out of 5) stars. Cross-posted to Amazon and Goodreads.

Review: Invincible Volumes 19-21 I'm far enough along in the series that some plot points and villains are starting to get recycled, but everything is still so epic that I'm happy to be along for the ride.

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Sinister mark...

Sinister mark X son of angstrom reader,,,,

Sinister mark X reader who gave himself powers to defeat him, after he killed the readers dad and little brother but it just makes mark become obsessed,,,