#yandere mark grayson x reader

[boywhatthehellboyc]

Roommate!Mark who’s so obsessed with you it physically aches. he’ll fold your laundry for you just so he can touch your bras, holding them delicately like they’re sacred, inhaling them with a shudder and a hard on throbbing in his pants. Sometimes he jerks off right there, cock twitching over the pile like a dog in heat.

Roommate!Mark who’s in love with the way you smell your pillow, your shampoo, even the faint scent of your hand lotion left on the handle of the fridge. He’ll bury his face in your sheets when you’re out, humping into the mattress while whispering things like “I love you, I love you, I love you” under his breath like a chant.

Roommate!Mark who waits until you’re in the shower so he can sneak into your room and press his cock against the lace of your panties, humping into them slowly, lovingly. He finishes with a shaky whimper and leaves them exactly where they were, heart pounding as he imagines you putting them on later with his cum still dried inside.

Roommate!Mark who gets painfully hard just watching you do normal things like washing dishes, brushing your hair, dancing a little while you cook. He bites his lip behind you like a fucking animal, hand slipping into his sweats the second you leave the room. It doesn’t even take long. You’re that hot to him.

Roommate!Mark who’s in love with every inch of you. Your thighs, your scent, the way you hum when you’re relaxed. He’ll watch you curl up with a blanket on the couch, and his dick will be rock hard just from how soft you look.

Roommate!Mark who uses your shampoo and body wash when you’re not home, jerking off in the shower while imagining it’s your hands on his skin. He’ll moan into the water like he’s losing his mind, cumming against the tile and gasping like it’s the first orgasm he’s ever had.

Roommate!Mark who’s too much of a coward to tell you how he feels, so instead he lives in this quiet hell, jacking off to the sound of your laugh, clutching your panties to his face, humping your pillow with a desperate, fucked out whimper like some perverted love drunk animal.

Roommate!Mark who thinks about you when he cums so hard his vision goes white. Who licks the edge of your toothbrush before he uses it. Who holds your socks to his chest when he sleeps and tells himself it’s just a phase. But it’s not. It’s you. It’s always have been you.

[certifiedsimpinggalore]

Trendsetter. Icon. Diva. Cuntress. Mother.

— NO GOGGLES MARK IS A N⛧STY BASTARD !

cw. +18, smut, minors dni, fem!reader, obsession, sadomasochism, body horror, pervert!mark, mark is freaky and kinda disgusting. mark is portrayed as an utterly depraved, unhinged, and feral menace with zero boundaries and no concept of morality.

No Goggles Mark who wants to live inside you. Not just be close to you, not just hold you—he wants to be underneath your skin, inside your muscles, crawling through your veins, living inside your bones. He tells you this while holding you close, his breath shaking, his hands trembling against your body, his eyes wild and desperate. He wants to tear you open and crawl inside your ribcage, wrap himself around your heart so he can hear it beating for him and only him.

No Goggles Mark who wears your panties as a mask. He steals them straight out of your laundry, rubs them against his face, breathes you in like it’s the only air he’s ever known. He wears them while he sleeps, fights, eats, touches himself—he wears them like a second skin, because he wants you against him at all times. If you ever catch him? He doesn’t stop. He just grins, drags his tongue over the fabric, and asks if you’re gonna take them off his face yourself.

No Goggles Mark who jerks off to your voice. It doesn’t matter what you’re saying—you could be scolding him, cursing him, telling him you hate him—it only makes him harder. He closes his eyes, fists his cock, and moans your name, imagining your lips whispering filth into his ear, spitting on him, degrading him, breaking him apart.

No Goggles Mark who licks your toothbrush after you use it. He doesn’t even hesitate—as soon as you set it down, he grabs it, shoves it in his mouth, moaning as he drags it over his tongue. The taste of your spit, the remnants of your breath—it’s better than any drug, better than any high, better than any orgasm. If you ever catch him? He just stares, grinning around the toothbrush, sucking on it like he’s trying to absorb every part of you into himself.

No Goggles Mark who wants to chew on you. Not just bite—chew. He wants to sink his teeth into your shoulder and gnaw, leave indentations, bruises, proof that he was there, that he marked you, that he tasted you. He fantasizes about it when he’s alone, his fingers in his mouth, pretending they’re your flesh, pretending he’s eating you alive, pretending you’re letting him.

No Goggles Mark who keeps your hair in his mouth. If he finds a strand of your hair? It goes straight between his lips. He chews on it, rolls it over his tongue, swallows it down so you can be inside him forever. He doesn’t care if it’s weird, if it’s disgusting—it makes him feel closer to you, like he’s absorbing a piece of you into himself.

No Goggles Mark who wants to cut you open just to see what you look like inside. He doesn’t want to hurt you—he just wants to know. He wants to see what your muscles look like when they stretch, what your bones feel like under his fingers, what your insides smell like when they’re raw and open for him. He tells you this while holding you in his lap, his fingers tracing over your stomach, his breath hot against your neck, whispering how beautiful you must be underneath all this skin.

No Goggles Mark who wants to replace the air in your lungs with his breath. He kisses you so deep, so desperately, so hungrily that he wants you to choke on him. He wants your lungs to be filled with him, wants every breath you take to be something he’s given you. He kisses you so hard your lips bruise, your jaw aches, your body trembles—because if he could crawl inside your mouth and live there, he would.

No Goggles Mark who wants to be the only thing inside you. No food, no water, no air—just him. He wants you so full of him that you can’t think, can’t move, can’t exist without him. He wants his fingers, his tongue, his cock, his very existence buried so deep inside you that even if you tried to rip him out, you couldn’t.

No Goggles Mark who cums to the sound of your heartbeat. He loves pressing his head against your chest, feeling the rhythm of your pulse, knowing that your body is alive, that you are real, that you belong to him. And when you’re asleep? He jerks off to it. He strokes himself slow, groaning into your skin, matching his pace to the beat of your heart, imagining his cum soaking into your very existence.

No Goggles Mark who licks your sweat straight from your skin. He doesn’t care if you’re overheated, exhausted, drenched from the summer sun—he’s got his tongue dragging along your neck, your stomach, the dip of your spine. He groans against you, grinding his cock against your leg like a bitch in heat, smearing himself all over you.

No Goggles Mark who would shove his fingers into your mouth just to feel your teeth on him. He watches your lips wrap around them, his pupils blown wide, his breath coming out in shudders as he imagines those teeth digging into his cock, those lips sucking him raw, those soft noises muffled by his fingers pressing against your tongue.

No Goggles Mark who would fuck your thighs like a desperate animal. He doesn’t even need to be inside you—just the feeling of your soft skin, your warmth, your scent surrounding him, trapping him, ruining him—it’s enough. He ruts against you, his hands gripping your hips, his cock rubbing between your thighs, his moans loud and shameless as he fucks himself against you until he spills hot and thick all over your skin.

No Goggles Mark who would fuck himself with your underwear. If he can’t have you? He’ll make do with what he has. He takes your panties, wraps them around his cock, thrusts into them like a fucking maniac, his breath ragged, his moans broken, his eyes rolling back because the thought of your scent, your warmth, your essence surrounding him is driving him insane.

No Goggles Mark who wants to make you cry during sex. Not from pain, not from fear—from being so overwhelmed by pleasure, by love, by him. He wants to see the tears spill down your cheeks, wants to kiss them away, wants to feel them on his tongue as he whispers, “Shhh, shhh, let me take care of you.” But it only gets worse when you do—because seeing you so broken, so vulnerable, so utterly his? It makes him cum on spot.

No Goggles Mark who gets off on overstimulating you until you’re shaking. You say you can’t take anymore? He doesn’t care. He’s still touching you, still licking, still thrusting, still rubbing, watching as your body spasms, as your voice breaks, as you sob from the pleasure that won’t stop. He holds you down, pressing kisses to your ear, whispering how much he loves you, how good you are, how beautiful you look when you’re falling apart for him.

No Goggles Mark who would fuck you while you’re asleep. Not in a cruel way—but in a desperate, aching, worshipful way. He can’t help himself. You’re so warm, so soft, so perfect. He grinds against you, his breath shaky, his hips rolling slow, his cock pressing between your legs as he whimpers against your ear. If you wake up, if you catch him—he’ll only beg for more as he keeps moving, burying himself deeper, moaning about how he needs you, how he can’t live without this, without you.

No Goggles Mark who has a thing for your period. The second he catches the scent of it, his pupils blow wide, his breath stutters, his body shakes because he knows. He knows. He groans just thinking about it, about the way your body is raw, aching, open, needing him. He begs for it—pleads, whimpers, claws at you, his voice broken, desperate, because he wants it, needs it, craves it like he’s starving. If you let him? He moans against you, his eyes rolling back, his body trembling like he’s reached nirvana. He tells you you’ve never been more beautiful, never been more perfect, never been more his.

No Goggles Mark who wants you to hurt him. Scratch him, slap him, choke him—make him bleed, make him feel it, make him remember that he belongs to you. He laughs when you hit him, moans when you dig your nails into his flesh, shudders when you sink your teeth into his skin. He begs for more, begs for you to ruin him, begs for you to make him suffer because he wants it, he loves it, he craves it. If you ever whisper sweet things to him after? He breaks. He cries, shakes, whimpers into your chest like a ruined, pathetic thing.

No Goggles Mark who wants to drink your spit. He opens his mouth, sticks out his tongue, tells you to spit in it like he’s a dog waiting for a treat. He wants it, all of it, every last drop. He moans when he swallows, rolls it around his tongue, sighs like it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted. If you ever call him disgusting? He just grins, licks his lips, and tells you that he’d drink your bathwater too.

No Goggles Mark who wants to be your personal punch bag. He wants you to use him, break him, push him past the point of no return. He wants you to drag your nails over his chest until it’s raw, bite his neck until it bruises, kick him away just to pull him back. If you punch him, slap him, spit in his face? He moans. He laughs. He grabs your wrist and shoves your hand back, begging you to do it again, harder, worse, meaner, because he loves it, he lives for it, he needs it.

No Goggles Mark who wants you to mark him. Not just hickeys or scratches—he wants scars. He wants to be ruined by you, wants to carry your violence like a badge of honor, wants to feel the sting of your love in every movement. If you ever cut him open, ever sink your nails deep enough to draw blood, ever slam him into a wall so hard he sees stars? He smiles, whispers ‘thank you,’ and kisses you like you’re his god.

No Goggles Mark who wants to be your favorite toy. Not your boyfriend, not your lover—your toy. Something to play with, to use, to throw away when you’re done. He wants to be on his knees for you, under your foot, bruised and battered and desperate, because he doesn’t want to be your equal—he wants to be owned. If you ever ignore him, ever tease him, ever dangle what he wants just out of reach? He whines, begs, claws at your clothes, presses himself against you like an animal in heat, because nothing is worse than being without you.

No Goggles Mark who wants to melt into you. He wants his skin to fuse with yours, his bones to dissolve into your body, his soul to entangle with yours so completely that you’re no longer two people—you’re one. He whispers this against your lips, his voice shaking, his body trembling, his fingers digging into your flesh like he’s trying to hold himself together, because the thought of not being part of you is worse than death.

Because you are his.

Forever.

— MASTERLIST ☆

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[floatyflowers]

Dark! Mark Grayson X Reader

You and Mark have nothing in common at all except one thing, daddy issues.

He might have developed it later in his life but it's something that he managed to use to bond with you.

For him, you are everything he loves, and he wants you to be a permanent part of his life despite you being a human.

He will still find a way to make that happen.

Unfortunately, the thing he bonded with you ended as soon as your father returned back from his business aboard trip.

The old man wanted to redeem his relationship with you, and naive little you couldn't resist.

This enraged Mark as he felt you slipping away from him and you deciding to give someone a chance despite Mark being always there for you when your father wasn't.

Mark was the father, brother, and boyfriend to you, and instead of being grateful for this you decided to stab him in the back and accept your father's apology.

The last straw for the half-alien was when you told him that your father told you to stay away from him.

Considering that Mark is a civilized person, he doesn't kill your father.

He only impregnates you by 'mistake' and manipulates you afterwards.

"Do you think that the man who abandoned you all those years would accept the fact that his daughter is pregnant, he would leave again."

So, in shame, you decided to move out and cut all connections with your father in fear that you might disappoint him.

Thankfully, Mark didn't kill your family and friends in front of you and locked you up like his other Alternates.

[couldeatthatgirlforlunch]

I Can Feel It in My Bones

Synopsis: Being Invincible’s pet is cruel, but you manage to find comfort in it.

Pairing: Yandere!Sinister!Mark Grayson X Gn!Reader

Tw: 18+; Mentions and descriptions of mass murder (this is a version of Mark that joined Omni-man and the viltrumites); Mentions of kidnapping and being chained; Mentioned and implied dubcon/noncon; Implied Stockholm Syndrome; Hurt/little comfort; Mentions of threats; All characters aged up; English is my 2nd language.

Word count: 500

Requested? No.

Extra notes: I might write more about this, and other fanfics with Mark and Rex, love my babygirls

General masterlist

You have your own suite. Well, it's not exactly yours, it's Mark’s room, but he barely spends time there, since most of his time is spent destroying Earth and intimidating civilians, alongside Omni-man. Meanwhile, you're always chained to the foot of his bed, just enough freedom to go to the bathroom and wander through almost all the expanse of the room. You can't even reach the door, not that it would change anything, there’s no one around to help you, much less someone brave enough to go against Invincible’s wishes.

Omni-man and Invincible like to talk as if you aren't in the room, as if you're invisible. You know the former doesn't understand why his son keeps a pet since it's death will come before Mark can even look like a 30 year old human. You're the pet. But he shrugs it off when Mark reminds him that not everything is about work, and if he can do whatever he wants to humans, then he wants to have a pet.

Mark is cruel. He always reminds you that the only thing stopping him from harming and killing you is your pretty face. That you only get to eat because he likes your body healthy. That you only get to shower and brush your teeth because he wants to breathe in a nice smell when he’s close to you. That you're only kept in his room and not at one of the slave’s camps because he likes to fuck you.

And you know it. You know it in the way he sometimes doesn't allow you to wear clothes. In the way he doesn't treat you like a person, more like a playtoy or decoration. In the soreness left when he's done.

But sometimes, sometimes you get confused. Because he lays his head on your chest when he wants to take a nap or just feel comforted. Because he keeps you in his room when you know he could just throw you in a cell. Because once in a while he asks about your old interests, and gets excited about things you had in common. Because he gives you things to entertain yourself. Because sex with him is good even when it's not consensual. Because he has a pretty smile. Because he doesn't look like the sadistic dictator who destroyed your city and killed half the people you knew, when he takes his mask off.

You wonder if he still keeps this human side of him because he simply grew up like that and it's too ingrained in his personality, or because he misses his mom and his friends.

It doesn't matter in the end, you're doomed in and out of this room. You're only human, he's a viltrumite. He was made to be a conqueror. You're gonna die faster than he can blink. He's gonna find another pet. At least, you can have some comfort if you keep him happy.

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[deldaydreams]

Hoping Next Time Is Better

Warning: mentions of death, imprisonment. Gender-neutral reader.

Notes: So I just finished watching Invincible and wanted write something. Hope you enjoy.

- English is not my first language

“Please…Please let me stay by your side, please…”

He begged shakily. Who would believe that the great invincible was crying and begging you, wrapped around your legs. You didn’t respond. You just pulled back the hair that was in front of his face. You wiped his tears with your hands.

“No.” Your voice was soft, but it wasn’t a compassionate softness. No, it was like a sharp knife.

“Why? Why not? Why don’t you give me a chance…” He tried to ask as smoothly as he could, but his voice was still trembling. Your pants were already wrinkled from the pulling and were wet with his tears.

If anyone saw Mark in this state, they would feel sorry for him and show him mercy but you didn’t. Maybe you were the bad guy this time?

“Because…”

-

You loved Mark. Who wouldn’t? Handsome, romantic, funny, above all, a superhero. You were happy. But your happiness didn’t last long. Mark had teamed up with his father Omni-man and made the world submit to the Viltrum empire. You were very scared when the events started. People were dying…Mark was killing people…Eventually, Mark found you in one of the concentration camps. You cried, you shouted, but Mark didn’t even react. He just laughed…Your first life ended with you living as his prisoner.

When you opened your eyes, you saw Mark in front of you, but younger? “Y/n?” Everything was same, but so different. At first, you thought you had gone back in time, but in time, you realized that wasn’t true. This wasn’t your dimension. A type of parallel universe? Mark’s costume was different, the timing of when he became a hero was different, everything was different. But the result was the same. Your end was again at Mark’s hands.

You opened your eyes again, and again a different universe, again a different Mark…Each time, you continued with the hope that you would find a good Mark this time. But each time, you were wrong.

You loved Mark in your first life. The second time you were scared and disgusted by him so much that even his touch made you feel sick. The fourth time you got used to it, you didn't care, you just focused on your goal.

-

"Why are you laughing? Is there something funny?" Mark asked. You were badly beaten up, and you had very serious wounds, but you were laughing. You laughed because unfortunately you were right again. You pressed your hand on your bleeding wound. And you tried to talk.

"I told you, you would betray me. You would betray humanity... Hah... I hope the next one is better."

And so your 6th life ended again.

-

You woke up in your familiar room. Your 7th life had begun. You checked the calendar and got ready for school. You checked the news on the way to school. It was strange, Invincible didn’t existed yet in this universe.

You entered the classroom and sat at your desk, then that familiar figure sat next to you. The figure that brought you to your end 6 times.

“Good morning Y/n.” He smiled warmly.

“Good morning.”

You had a feeling things would be different this time.

[invincibledc]

۶ৎ 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐗 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ۶ৎ

Being an angel, a fallen that was supposed to be a guardian angel and watching over your destined one. You failed, having god mercilessly kick you out of heaven with a big boom.

It’s been years, years since you’ve fallen from heaven to earth. You would’ve thought you would cry and be so depressed and die. But no, here you eating a burger as your human companion, mark grayson watches the glory of you chowing down.

“I don’t get it.. how can you.. still use your 'heavenly' powers on earth when you were born an angel?”

“Correction, created as an angel. And honestly, I don’t know. All I know is that I’m practically a healer and support like those games you humans play?” You said as you pointed your greasy finger at him.

Mark handed you a napkin, you grabbed it and wipe your hands off. “Thanks.” Mark just nodded. You’ve been recruited into the Guardians, not much being helpful other than support for healing. You were just a chill angel that has no purpose but being there.

You would’ve thought mark would possibly forget about your existence, but mark can’t forget about you. The way your wings, your beautiful ombré wings of white to grey flutter when flying beside him.

You’re elegant, your stoic face, your moody demeanor. He wants.. to oddly break you. He tries to hide those dark freaky thoughts, he’s supposed to be your ally, your friend, your companion.

When meeting Oliver and Debbie, Debbie and you got along quite well with your neutral demeanor and antics. You even cleaned the house with her. Oliver liked your wings, so much he drew them. Mark tried to warn you about his half brother, but you didn’t care. Oliver was just another kid on a planet trying to adapt to it. Hell, you’re still trying to.

Each time your wings flutter, Mark has one thought in mind. Ripping your wings off. It’s cruel, yes. But if it’s to keep you with him. Then it’s worth it.

He just hope angel powers don’t work on yourself.

[married-to-google-translater]

Yandere Viltrum Mark Grayson headcanon

Viltrum Mark would be a dominant and possessive Yandere.

This version of Mark doesn't really understand love, but the thing he does understand is control and conquest.

The emotions he feels would be really strong.

At first Mark hates you for "making him weak".

He'll try to stay away from you but he won't be able to.

Mark will watch you from afar at first.

He would learn all your weaknesses and strengths while trying to understand why he fell in love with you.

The kidnapping would happen relatively quickly after he has accepted his feelings.

Now you can be happy together, right?

Except Mark forgot to ask your opinion on the matter...

You really don't appreciate his approach to the matter.

Mark really doesn't understand why you're so cold towards him.

He would see this situation as an absolute win for you.

You would have a good and strong husband who would secure your future.

However, you don't seem to appreciate this.

Instead of appreciating it, you mumble something about autonomy and use things like "passive aggression" and "sarcasm."

However, he would be good at playing the long game.

Mark would be a patient man.

You're going to love him one way or another.

You'd better hope he never learns what Stockholm Syndrome is.

As long as you don't try to escape, things should be relatively peaceful.

Punishments with him would be harsh.

Mark doesn't want to break you, but he has to teach you not to make the same mistake again.

[spooklies]

# Sinister - Platonic!Yan!Mark Grayson & Older!Sis!Reader

♡ ... › Her little brother saw the worst of it that night and since witnessing the death of their mother he was never the same. Gone was her sweet and joyful little brother who’s smile could rival the sun — his diminished light leaving a sinister shadow of what once was. But she has hope he could return to his former self one day, unaware of what else she lost that night.

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♡ ... › Warning(s) - Forced imprisonment. Forced eating. Mentions of death. Dubious/nonconsensual touching (hugs, hand on jaw, etc)

She should have stayed home that night, she shouldn’t have rolled her eyes at her mother before leaving, she shouldn’t have avoided her mother when she leaned in to kiss her forehead–

But she had, and now she’ll never get the chance to make it up to her. At the age of eleven, she’d been pulled aside by her friend’s parents asking if they could drive her to the hospital to go be by Mark’s side. Initially, she had assumed Mark was the one who got hurt, possibly snuck back onto the roof despite her constant warnings of why he shouldn’t be up there, but then she was pulled into an all-encompassing embrace with the words she’ll never forget whispered into her ear sorrowfully.

Your mother had been found dead.

They’re saying your little brother had seen it all happen.

Your father hasn’t responded to any of his calls or messages either, so they’re asking if you could go be by Mark’s side since he’s all alone at the hospital right now.

The drive to the hospital was spent with her staring at her hands as tension pounded into the sides of her head. She’d done her best not to think about her mother or the way they’d left things off earlier and instead put all her focus on Mark and his well-being. She couldn’t even begin to fathom what he must be feeling if what they were saying was true – at just seven years old, he’d watched his mother be killed.

She spent the rest of the drive trying not to puke, and by the time she made it to Mark all of the adrenaline that had been building up was instantly expelled. She ran to Mark’s side and pulled him into a hug, the blanket they had him draped in the only thing between them for a moment before she felt his little arms peek out from the fabric to wrap around her in return.

“You’re okay now, Mark. I got you, everything will be okay,” She continued to whisper to him, her lips meeting the crown of his head after each sentence. The more she repeated the reassurances, the more she questioned who they were really for – him or herself. Meanwhile, Mark hadn’t uttered a sound, nor had he shed a single tear like she’d started to. She found it concerning at first, and when she was pulled away from Mark and ushered out of the room she’d asked the nurses about why her little brother wasn’t saying anything, or why he wasn’t reacting like she was.

Mark was just recently traumatized, they explained. He’s most likely suffering through the first symptom of that which is shock. And given his recent witness of events, he’ll need to receive a constant flow of attentive care and affection from here on out. As his older sister, she didn’t hesitate in promising the nurses as well as herself that night that she’d do just that. She’d take her role as his older sister more seriously, unknowing that in Mark’s mind, he’d made a similar vow; to ensure that he’ll never be so weak as to let someone he cares about be hurt ever again.

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Life after their mother’s death was incomparable to what it once was. With their father stricken with grief and a new motive for revenge against the person who’d taken his wife from him, he’d begun teaching her and Mark how to fight. She’d played along with the lessons in the beginning, if only for Mark’s sake. She wanted to be someone he could rely on more thoroughly, and the other reason which she wouldn’t outwardly admit given how allergic to affection her father had become, was seeing how happy the training made Mark.

It was rare to see her little brother smile so much after that eventful night, she’d done everything in her power to bring back that spark by using methods that would’ve worked before. She got him his favorite comics and even offered to read them with him. She offered countless times to play catch with him in their backyard all the while regretting the numerous times he used to do the same and she would decline. But none of her methods worked nowadays, the only ones that did were when she asked to spar and practice a new move she learned.

Mark was competitive, more so than before. He never held back with each punch, leaving her with a bruise or two on more occasions than not. Meanwhile, she let him. She knew that with her taller frame and more developed muscles she’d be able to win each fight effortlessly, but she wanted to be the reason her little brother smiled again – whether that be in victory from a fight, or when she’d playfully throw him to the ground and begin tickling him while pretending to be an enemy called, “The Tickle Monster”.

She tried her best to give Mark that semblance of a childhood back, it’s what their mother would have wanted. But she’s not around to help guide them anymore, which left their father in full control. His way of parenting contradicted everything their mother had preached; where she was gentle, he was harsh. He’d see the bruises Mark would give her and pull her aside and out of earshot to call her weak-minded for letting someone else win a fight they shouldn’t have won in the first place. And instead of arguing back, she’d bite her tongue, making empty promises to not do it again only to break that promise the very next day.

A bridge had begun to build between them, and she had convinced herself that she was fine with it. If it meant Mark could be a kid for a little longer, then she’d make those necessary sacrifices in a heartbeat. So by the time she turned eighteen and still hadn’t developed her powers, she was cast aside by him in favor of Mark. With her bags packed and at the door, she was quick to train her expression into calm neutrality at Mark’s expected appearance.

“You’re leaving? But why?” Anger carved harsh lines across Mark’s face, hardening his jaw and turning his cheekbones into slashes of tension. She felt a pinprick of anxiety poke its way into her heart, the sound of her blood pumping making her almost dizzy.

“I have to, Mark. Dad doesn’t want me around and… and this house isn’t what it used to be.” She needed a change of pace, she’d spent so long putting all of her time and energy into keeping the family together. But after all of these years of failure, it was time she faced reality and lived for herself for once.

“You can’t just leave! What would… what would mom say?” She shut her eyes, inhaling her initial anger at his words, and then exhaling any regrets she could have possibly felt at that moment towards Mark.

“Don’t, if Mom was here then she would have scolded you for even saying that.” Mark huffed, shaking his head and then turning away from her, his fists clenched.

“You can’t survive on your own, you’re weak. You’ll regret doing this.”

Y/n took in his words, and as she processed them another realization settled in – one she’d kept buried in the recesses of her mind.

“I know, and I’m sorry.” At her confession, Mark scoffed and walked back to his room. By the time he was out of frame, she cupped her mouth and hiccuped, tears warming her eyes and causing her nose to sting as if she were breathing in water instead of air.

She had failed Mark – she’d failed as an older sister.

After she’d left her childhood home and all but abandoned what she had left of her family, she stopped receiving random texts and calls from Mark. It wasn’t until four years later that all of that would change when the world would be forced to plummet into despair when she’d see him again.

But he was different, attempting to compare him to the sweet and outgoing boy from their youth was laughable. She’d heard of him through the news before everything would be changed to “Viltrumite” propaganda, that a person dressed in yellow and black had begun enslaving humans alongside the man she recognized to be her father.

So like everybody else, she’d gone into hiding. People who resisted the Viltrumite empire were slaughtered without remorse. And after a while rumors had begun to spread that those who went into hiding were deemed rebels too. She’d carved her death sentence the moment she joined a group known as the Resistance, that fact would only be given more merit when more rumors began to spread, this time involving her specifically.

“They’re looking for a person who matches your description, Y/n. And they’ve promised a reward to the first person to turn you in.” Eve, a prominent figure in the resistance, had been the first to break the news to her. Her features were drawn into concern, but her eyes told her a different story.

She had considered it at one point.

“And you’re telling me this because..?”

“I’m trying to warn you, there are people here who wouldn’t hesitate in turning you in if it means they get to save their hide.”

A hypocrite, everyone who had considered turning her in, or currently still is was a huge hypocrite in her eyes. But she needed to hear Eve out, she knows better than to take things like this at only its surface level. And what she’s beginning to understand from her words caused dread to coil furiously inside her gut.

“You’re going to suggest I leave, aren’t you?”

Eve heaved out an exasperated sigh, her elbows which were propped on the table they sat at brought into a position where she could cover her face with her hands. “I’m sorry, Y/n. I’ll give you supplies to leave with, but you being here risks the entire foundation of this group. People could begin turning on each other, or worse, they could start killing if it meant being the person who turns you in first.”

She didn’t want to argue with her either, she’d spent a year at the resistance already and the whole time of her staying there, she’d rarely contributed to the few excursions she was sent on. It was clear she’d overstayed her welcome, and that Eve wasn’t suggesting – she was demanding that she leave.

So without bothering to argue, she did. But without a clear destination in mind, she was lost. The rations they supplied her with were just enough to get by for a few days, a small mercy to reprieve the possible guilt they felt for forcing one of their own to fend for themselves in the ruins of what once was. She kept to the shadows, never lingering in one place for long, and found clothes to keep her identity better hidden. After a week of surviving on her own, videos began to display on every screen she’d come across – Mark, in his recent attire, asking that she come back home.

She didn’t want to for numerous reasons, but then the lives of others were threatened, a dozen people would be killed each day she didn’t return. So with a heavy heart, she finally relented and returned to the one place she promised to never return to.

She went home.

Upon opening the door, she was surprised to see everything perfectly intact. The other houses in the neighborhood were either ransacked or destroyed altogether. But stepping inside her old home was akin to traveling back in time. With trembling hands, she approached a picture frame of her family, her eyes immediately zeroing in on her mother’s smiling face as she held both her and Mark in her arms.

She didn’t know how long she was standing there just staring and stuck reminiscing in nostalgia, but she’d been there long enough to hear the door open and for the setting sun to paint the living room in orange hues. His shadow somewhat blocked her view of the picture frame, his arms wrapping around her and pulling her into his chest was what blocked it entirely. He smelled of smoke and iron – she tried not to dwell on the implications of it either. His arms, which she remembered used to be barely long enough to reach the top of the counter, now held her in a vice-like grip as if she were still a flight risk. He rested his chin on top of her head and exhaled a shaky breath, a smile apparent in his voice as he said,

“I knew you’d come back,”

She wanted to curse at him, to refute his statement and defend her reasons for ever stepping foot in this place again. But Mark had become someone beyond reason – he only listened to what he wanted to hear. That day when she’d left, he claimed that she’d come to regret her decision. But Mark was wrong, she didn’t regret leaving, she regretted staying for as long as she had.

\\\

Mark never let her leave the house, claiming that she’d become all skin and bones compared to the last time he saw her, and that as a human she was more susceptible to disease given her prolonged lack of nutrients. She wanted to argue back with, “And who’s fault is that?” but bit her tongue, opting to give him the silent treatment instead. He’d tut, claiming her to be the childish one now whenever he didn’t get a response, and then he would leave her be as she remained cooped up in her old room. And like everything else in the house, nothing had changed. A few pictures of her as a kid enjoying her old hobbies had been moved around, some flipped upside down and others remained standing.

She had a guess on who had messed with her things, but she didn’t have plans to call him out on it anytime soon.

\\\

“Seriously? You haven’t touched a single thing on your plate!” Mark exclaimed, walking over to her untouched food with a scowl. “Wasn’t it you who used to scold me for skipping out on meals?”

She was bundled up in her blankets, her knees pulled to her chest as she faced away from him. She saw the irony in his words and remembered back when their mother had first died how difficult it was for Mark to finish meals if she weren’t around. It took their father reprimanding him and promising a more sure method to motivate him to eat again for Mark to change his bad habits.

She hopes Mark doesn’t resort to the same methods.

“Y/n… I even got your favorite, can’t you at least be a little bit grateful?”

She ignored him, like usual. Today it would seem that Mark wasn’t in the mood for her defiant nature. She heard the bed creak beside her, her entire body tensing at the proximity before she felt a hand grip onto her shoulder, just tight enough for the pressure to sting faintly.

“Fine, but don’t say I didn’t give you a chance to eat by yourself.”

Fingers were suddenly wrapped around her jaw, forcing her to turn in his direction. Mark was unmasked, his eyes set into a glare as his eyes followed his other hand which came up with a pinch of her discarded dinner. Her eyes widened when she realized what he was about to do, she tried to squirm out of his grasp but given their difference in strength it was futile. His fingers were forced down her throat, she gagged and tried to spit the foot back out but everything he was giving her was forcefully swallowed. He made sure it was.

By the time the food on her plate was gone, she was a mess, snot running down her nose and tears pouring out from her eyes and dripping down her chin. Mark let out a sigh and finally released his grip on her in favor of grabbing a tissue to wipe his hands clean. Y/n backed up on the bed until her back hit the wall, not letting him leave her line of sight.

“Next time, don’t make me do that, please.”

She made sure to finish her meals after that before Mark would come to visit her.

\\\

“Please… just say something!” He yelled, the bags under his eyes had been gradually becoming more prominent with the passing week. She was curious about what had been causing his recent bout of exhaustion and partly blamed herself for contributing to it if her current situation was anything to go by.

“You haven’t spoken a word since coming home! Did you lose your voice? Did… did someone do something to you?” He was pacing back and forth in front of her, a hand over his mouth as he began to mutter to himself at a speed that was incomprehensible to her. She could just barely make out, “I’ll kill them” before he stopped altogether, both of his hands covering his face now before he knelt in front of her… and wrapped his arms around her waist. She had been sitting on the edge of her bed, having just finished her meal, when Mark had entered and decided to spiral right before her.

He pressed his head against her stomach, the sounds of his breathing beginning to settle and then quiet sniffles breaking the silence between them. “Y/n… Y/n…” He whimpered, his body beginning to shake as the last of his resolve crumpled and he began to sob unapologetically. “I thought you had died… I thought you were gone forever!”

“I missed you so much, why aren’t you saying anything?”

“Do you hate me that much? Please don’t ignore me, I don’t know what to do without you.”

“I was so lost without you, please never leave again!”

“No… no you won’t– you can’t leave, I’ll make sure of it…”

His rambling didn’t take long to escalate, his fraying sanity on full display as he sobbed into her shirt and soaked the fabric. If she shut her eyes and pretended she was elsewhere, then she could pretend that Mark was still that same boy that held onto her in the hospital that one night and not the murderer who he’d later become with delusions that his actions were necessary – that keeping her locked inside the house was something he had to do, and that if he didn’t she would die out there because she was human.

“I love you, Y/n… never abandon me again…” She imagined it was her little brother from before confessing this, and in her delusions, she decided to comfort that same boy by gently stroking his hair until his sobs had settled down.

“Everything will be okay, I’m here.” She rasped, her voice not coming out right due to weeks of disuse. “I got you, you’re okay.” Mark had settled in her lap, his breathing finally evening out as he fell into a peaceful slumber.

“Your big sisters got you…”

[cherryyluvs]

You're All I Think About

Yandere! Mark x Reader

synopsis: Mark becomes obsessed with you, stalking your social media, learning your routines and slowly inserting himself in your life.

Mark first sees you in the crowded halls between switching classes, laughing with your friends, completely unaware of the way his eyes linger on you.

He doesn't even realize he's staring until William nudges him, “Dude, what are you looking at?” Mark blinks, snapping out of it. He nods towards you, “Who’s that?”

William barely glances up from his phone. “Oh, that's [Your Name], Why?” Mark doesn't answer. He just nods his head, already storing your name in his head. Already obsessed.

That night he's at his desk, fingers hovering over the keyboard before typing your name into instagram's search bar. He could just ask around, but that feels.. weird. Right? No harm in a little social media check.

His heart skips a beat when your profile pops up instantly, and it's not private? He exhales, a small smirk tugging at his lips. Perfect.

Click

He scrolls through your posts. Every highlight, pausing at ones with your friends. Photo after photo, mix of group shots, selfies, random snaps of your day to day life. You at a cafe, sipping an iced coffee. You in a library, holding up a novel with a playful pout. How cute

Resisting the urge to double tap. What would you think if you saw his name in your notifications? Would you even notice him?

Click click click

His breathing is steady, but his heart is pounding. Watching the videos you've posted. The way you laugh at something off camera. He pressed replay, rewatching it over and over.

Fingers tightening around the mouse as your voice fills his ears. He moves to your tagged posts. Scanning through the names, the faces, and the places you visit frequently. He memorizes it all, where you eat, who you hang out with, and what classes you take.

Maybe he should go to that cafe more often, not because of you, obviously. He just needs a new study spot. Yeah. That's why.

He needs to know more.

And he will.

It started with bumping into you at the cafe, the one you always visit after class, acting surprised. “Oh Hey! [Your Name], right?”. You stare at him confused. Before nodding, “Yeah?”

He smiles, “We have a mutual friend! Williams, he talks about you sometimes.” which is a lie, he doesn't mention the fact that William barely does.

That he’s the one who pried for information, piecing together bits of your life like a puzzle.

From here on out, it's easy.

Running into you on campus, sitting across from you in the library when he sees you studying. Making up excuses to talk to you.

You don't think twice when he starts showing up in place you go to or like when he causally brings up books he saw in your posts.

And when he finally gets your number?

He stares at the screen, thumb hovering over your contact name.

You have no idea how long he's wanted this.

How long he's waited.

Mark doesn't just stop, figuring out your schedule and friends was just the start. He starts controlling it.

It began subtly. That one guy who always sits next to you in class? He suddenly transferred classes. That annoying girl who always flirts with you? Stops showing up entirely.

Mark doesn't mind getting getting his heads dirty if it means keeping you safe.

p2

[boywhatthehellboyc]

Stalker!Mark who started off just curiously googling your name, scrolling your socials. But now he knows the names of your coworkers, your favorite grocery store, what route you take to work. He keeps it all in a hidden notes app, neatly categorized by day and detail.

Stalker!Mark who flys a few feet behind you when you go out at night. Not close enough to be seen. Just enough to make sure you get home safe. Or to know where you’re really going if you lied. He doesn’t blame you after all girls have to be careful. But so does he.

Stalker!Mark who knows your schedule better than you do. He notices when you’re five minutes late. When you wear your “I’m tired” hoodie. When you’ve had a good date because you smile differently. He writes it all down like a researcher cataloging a rare species.

Stalker!Mark who sends you anonymous messages just to hear your voice read them out loud. Nothing creepy he swears! Just little compliments, observations. “You looked really happy today.” “That color looks amazing on you.” He gets off on your confusion, on how close he can be without revealing himself.

Stalker!Mark who buys your exact shampoo and uses it obsessively, not because he wants to smell like you, but because it makes his whole apartment feel like you’re there. He jerks off sometimes while it’s still in his hair, breathing heavy into the steam, whispering your name like it’s a prayer.

Stalker!Mark who watches through the crack of your blinds but not always. Just when he misses you. When he hasn’t seen enough skin that day. He’s not trying to catch you naked. But if your shirt slips off your shoulder or you walk around in a towel? He won’t look away. Won’t even blink.

Stalker!Mark who now lingers outside your window at night, just to see if you forget to pull your curtains closed again. Sometimes you do. Sometimes he sees you move around your room in your underwear, your back to the window, unaware that he’s watching. He can’t help himself. He stays just a little longer. Just long enough to imagine you’re doing it for him.

Stalker!Mark who breaks into your place not to steal anything, not even to snoop… but just to sit on your bed. To rub his hands over your sheets and press his face to your pillow while he palms himself through his jeans, breathing deep and slow like he’s trying to memorize your scent molecule by molecule.

Stalker!Mark who has cameras. Not in your room. Not yet. But in the hallway. The laundry room. Places where you might think you’re alone. He’s got clips saved of you yawning in oversized shirts, stretching against a wall, biting your nail while waiting for the dryer. He watches them like a lovesick pervert. Like they’re porn.

Stalker!Mark who jacks off not to nudes, but to the memory of you saying his name. Just once. Just soft. You laughed and said, “Thanks, Mark,” and it’s been replaying in his head every night since his hand moving slow while he imagines your lips parting for him again, but wetter. Needier.

Stalker!Mark who sends you anonymous gifts with no card but panties in your size, a new lotion you ran out of, lingerie you mentioned once while drunk. He gets off imagining you trying them on, wondering who sent them. Hoping you think it’s a secret admirer. Not your best friend. Not your roommate. Not the guy who watches you sleep through a tiny crack of your curtain.

[luv-lock]

ㅤֹㅤ⊹ㅤ #ㅤMY CRAZY BOYFRIENDㅤ.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☆⁠ PAIRING : Teen Team Guys x Fem Reader

☆⁠ SYNOPSIS : When They Act Crazy But Think It's Normal.

☆⁠ CHARACTERS : Mark Grayson, Rex Sloan, Rudolph 'Rudy' Conners, Male Eve Wilkins.

☆⁠ NOTES : English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

— MARK GRAYSON ⋆

You sigh, rubbing your eyes as you slide open your closet door, fully prepared to grab a sweater and move on with your night. Instead, you’re greeted by the sight of Mark, squatting in the corner like some feral raccoon, clutching one of your hoodies to his chest.

He blinks up at you, wide-eyed.

“…Hey.”

You don’t even react. You just shut the door again.

“Wait—babe! Come back! This isn’t what it looks like!” His muffled voice seeps through the wood.

“Oh, it’s exactly what it looks like.” You rub your temples. “Mark, why the fuck are you in my closet?”

There’s a long silence, then a hesitant, “…To be close to you?”

You groan.

“Okay—wait—before you get mad,” he tries, “I technically haven’t left. Like, all day. So, technically, I haven’t been following you, I’ve just… always been here.”

“GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HOUSE!!!”

He bursts out like a guilty child, tripping over your shoes in the process. “I just like your smell, okay?! It’s comforting!”

You’re pretty sure he’s stolen half your wardrobe at this point.

Then you grab your coat and walk out of your room. You can’t deal with this. "I'm sleeping at a friend's house."

"Okay!" he calls after you. "I'll be right here when you get back!"

— REX SLOAN ⋆

You're at a restaurant, minding your business, when the waiter places a drink in front of you.

"Here's your drink, ma'am," the poor guy says.

Rex lunges across the table, knocking everything over in his path. "WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, BUD?!"

The entire restaurant turns to stare as Rex grabs the waiter by the collar.

"Sir, I—"

"DO YOU THINK SHE WANTS YOUR DRINK? YOU THINK SHE WANTS YOU?! YOU TRYNA FLIRT?!" Rex’s hands start to glow, dangerous sparks flying. The table catches fire.

The waiter is pale. "Sir, this is my job—"

"OH, SO YOUR JOB IS TO HIT ON MY GIRL?! I’LL BLOW YOUR NUTS OFF!"

"Rex," you hiss, face buried in your hands. "Put him down. Right. Fucking. Now."

Silence.

Then Rex lets go. The waiter collapses onto the floor, trembling.

Rex turns to you, panting, eyes crazed. Then he smirks, sliding into the seat next to you, throwing an arm around your shoulders. "So anyway, babe, I was thinkin’ about gettin’ a tattoo of your name across my chest."

You stare at the burning table. "I'm leaving."

— RUDOLPH CONNERS ⋆

You wake up to the soft, persistent buzzing of your phone. You squint at the screen.

Unknown Number: Good morning. You should drink some water. Your body temperature was slightly high at 3:42 AM.

Your stomach drops.

You: Who is this???

Unknown Number: You left your window unlocked again. I locked it for you. You’re welcome.

You don’t respond. Instead, you launch out of bed, rip open your curtains—

And stare directly at a hovering drone. It stares back.

It waves at you.

“Jesus Christ,” you whisper.

Your phone buzzes again.

Unknown Number: Why did you close your curtains? :(

— EVAN WILKINS ⋆

You freeze as soon as you step into your apartment. Something is… off.

The walls. They’re a different color. Your furniture? Not where you left it. Your wardrobe? Different.

Oh no. Not again.

“Surprise!” His voice is so cheerful, it makes you want to throw something.

You whirl around. There he is, standing in your newly pink-painted living room, arms wide open like he expects a hug.

You stare at him, horrified. “What did you do?”

“I made everything better!” he beams. “I mean, you have terrible taste. No offense.”

“No offense?!” You gesture around wildly. “You redesigned my entire apartment without asking!”

“Yeah, because I love you,” he says, like that explains everything.

You inhale deeply. Do not commit murder. Do not commit murder.

“Also, I made sure the door won’t open until we talk about your feelings,” he adds helpfully.

You scream into a pillow.

— MASTERLIST ☆

— © luv-lock. Don't copy, use or translate any of my works here or any other websites ☆

[floatyflowers]

okay I absolutely LOVE your mark vs home lander x reader and I was wondering would you consider doing another part but it’s mark “accidentally” getting reader pregnant and basically it’s mostly about how homelander would react to finding out reader is pregnant and maybe mark and homelander fighting who would be the more supportive of reader and reader just trying to remain sane and focus on the baby

I just think it would be funny and stuff thank you love your work

It's insane to assume that Homelander would be happy to know that Mark has gotten you pregnant on accident.

Because Homelander knows that this is a lie.

He can't accept the fact that his innocent daughter, you, got pregnant outside of marriage.

If his laser eyes worked on your boyfriend, Mark would have been long dead.

The only one who seems to be excited other then Mark is Ryan.

Your little brother cannot wait to become an uncle despite hating Mark.

You are a forced to stay with your father for care while your boyfriend fights off enemies.

Homelander tries to exclude Mark from every appointment with the doctor, by telling him different times of the appointments when he calls.

Your father tries so hard to make Mark look like a villain, but fails.

John uses his money to build a room for the baby at his home, and buys the most expensive baby clothes after discovering that you are going to have a girl.

"Umm, sir, you must have forgetten that she and the baby are staying with me after (Y/n) gives birth"

"My daughter will stay with me even after she gives birth"

The Viltrumite-hybrid would have killed Homelander long ago if it wasn't for you.

Mark can't just bear the sight of seeing you heartbroken.

After you give birth, your father tries to hide his disappointment that your baby 'Terra' looks like Mark.

He wanted his granddaughter to be a copy carbon of you.

Meanwhile Mark is smug about it.

[angelyuji]

more mark -O- & variants!!!

cw // yandere behavior, emotional manipulation, shitty smut for mark (kinda dubcon), implied noncon, toxic toxic toxic, the variants are evil, physical & verbal abuse, breeding kink too lowkey

mark thots :P

he’s sooo pathetic and cute i can’t

down baddd for you

i’ve said before that he’s superrr emotionally intense like he’s got the puppy-dog eyes DOWN

he knows that he can manipulate you into doing whatever he wants

i actually had something else to say but i forgor… so im gonna write some porn for u guys… don’t hate me if its bad… im trying

“i missed you so, so much.” he hugs you tight and you laugh.

“mark, we just saw each other yesterday.” you recount your dinner with him, debbie, and oliver.

he groans into your shoulder, “i know, i know. but i just missed you so much, after training oliver, all i wanted was to hold you.” the ache in his chest after being away from you disappeared at the sight of you. mark pushed you onto your bed.

“wait- mark, my roommate-”

“i don’t care.” he pulls you into a kiss, working his hands down to take off your pants. you try to push him off, but mark grips your hands. he uses a hand to pull off his mask, “please, (y/n). i need you.” his heart starts to ache at your resistance. you sigh, taking off your clothes.

“just-” you lay down, “-be quick, i have to go to a party.” he nods, making sure to quickly take off his suit. you moan as mark feels you up, groping your chest. he pushes two fingers into your mouth and he holds back a smile when you jolt.

“suck.” his voice feels rough in his throat; he was barely holding it together at the sight of you wrapping your lips around his fingers. he takes his wet fingers to press into your wet hole, “fuck, you’re soaked.” you huff, indignant, but you whimper at the feel of his fingers scissoring you open.

“mark…” you moan, hand reaching out to his face.

“yeah, baby?” his eyes are wide, watching you clench around his fingers.

“please, i need more.” mark pauses and you reach out to grip his hair, “please mark, i need you.”

his eyes trace over your naked body: your chest heaving, sweat glistening on your forehead, and your puffy lips. “only if you come over tonight.”

“what?” you breathe. mark’s fingers start pumping into once more and you writhe, pushing your hips back to feel him deeper.

“i just need you to say you’re coming with me, instead of going to the party.” mark smiles at you and he watches your face twist. he stops his hands and you whine.

“okay, okay. no party. just fuck me please.” you beg and mark smiles, innocently. mark takes his fingers out to wrap it around his dick, aligning it with your dripping hole. he sighs as he presses into you, “fuck…” you whimper, feeling him deep inside.

“fuck, baby, you feel so good.” mark grips your thighs, pounding into you. you could barely speak, letting out choked gasps at each push. “mine.” he growls as he folds you in half. you moan, feeling him deeper than before. “you’re all mine, (y/n).”

just remembered as i wrote this, but mark acts like he’s super pathetic and emotional in front of you

while also being pretty similar to nolan behind your back

he doesn’t want you to see that side of him, so his whole personality is pretty secretive

as papa nolan said, “what (y/n) doesn’t know won’t hurt them.”

anywho lets talk variants

im more familiar with them now jk i had to rewatch clips but its cool. i miss the show a lot already

“are you sure”

anyway first! viltrum mark

i tried to find more lore about the varients in the comics, but alas… none

looking at the few snippets we have of him, id say he’s very royalty, no nonsense, strict, and very much the type to actually follow through on the threat of washing your mouth out with soap if u swear

to my fellow manhwa readers: think very duke-of-the-north-red-flag-ml

like rn i was reading “how to win my husband over” and i’d say viltrum mark is similar to that fuckass pervert brother (i want that guy to die but that’s neither here nor there)

believes you are his future queen and all that

but also believes in corporal punishment to make sure u don’t repeat your mistakes

doesn’t allow anyone but him to disrespect you or touch you

if someone even looks at you in a way he deems “wrong”, he’s gouging their eyes out

if you talk to someone for longer than he deems necessary, he’s ripping their head off and giving it to you like “look what you made me do”

seems very mild-mannered considering how coldly he talks, but like… no not at all. he’s insane

he still treats you relatively well tho unless you’re being bad/bratty/talking back/not doing whatever he’s telling you to do

nsfw: if you’re capable of getting pregnant, oh brother. he’s fucking you into the mattress every night until you’re pregnant and all throughout the pregnancy too

like knowing you’re carrying the next generation of viltrumites…. he’s freaked UP

saying you’re the “queen” is a stretch cause ur kinda just a incubator atp but like mark loves you

ur his!!! you’re the reason he has children and also the reason he even cares about the viltrum empire hehe

sinister mark + mohawk mark :P

mostly keeps you around cause you’re fun to torture

he doesn’t really feel love, but he holds some affection for you

only because he likes your reactions to the things he does

he would’ve killed you first, but he thought you were cute to look at so he was like… lemme keep a trophy of my conquest!!!

so he really does only see you as his toy to mess with

not really a yandere imo, just a psychopath

so you’re just an object to use and abuse to him

he doesn’t really gaf about how u like it or feel abt it as long as he gets off

dark invincible/fully masked invincible

imo he’s one of the few that really does care about you

he came to earth for the invincible war to bring debbie back home (which is so cute and sad ugh)

so i can only imagine that he’s similar (in yandereness) to our mark except more pitiful and possessive

i can only assume nolan killed debbie in his universe so he was extra protective of you (or maybe the viltrum takeover was successful and the viltrumites killed debbie, letting mark and nolan live for some reason idk)

has some humanity left in him because he remembers what it’s like to have a family and a mom

would kidnap you from your house while you’re asleep and then act like he’s the victim in the situation

unmasked invincible/markvincible/no mask mark

i already hc mark is bi (i hc all characters i like as bi cuz i can)

but same as mask-vincible

he misses william :(

very cutie patootie, not as in touch with his humanity as mask-vincible or og!mark, but still obsessed with you

like he would kill the people you love if it means he could have you to himself

i hc that’s what he would’ve done if he got to william

like he’s killing the bfs and family and keeping you chained to him lowkey

anyway not much else to say i fear

please send me ur thoughts expanding on the characters lol i might’ve gotten the varients mixed-up or mushed them together idk sooo many characters to keep track off and sooo few clips of them that im basically making up my own personalities for these guys lolol

[couldeatthatgirlforlunch]

hi ik im a little late to nnn but could you do same with yandere invincible like you did w justice league??😔😔

I love doing things too early or too late

Also added Rex Splode bc I love him and he needs more fanfics

This is yandere!Mark, not yandere Mark, and not yandere Rex

Invincible:

Lasts from 7 to 10 days There's literally some scenes in the first season where Mark’s room appears, and you can see some… Suspicious items on his room that imply that he masturbates often enough to have those things there If he's having good days, it's 7 max, but if he's stressed, it's around 10 days Mark is very busy, his relationships are disturbed a lot by how much he focuses on helping people So I see a normal version of him having sex with his S/O when he has time Now, yandere!Mark is selfish, he'd burn everything down for you Deliberately ignoring cries for help, Cecil would have to show up in front of you both to get his attention Yandere!Mark kicks him out So Yandere!Mark would last a week max Thinks the challenge is dumb, and will never admit that he has tried to participate in it a few times when he was younger, like 12 to 14 years old

Rex Splode:

I mean… We see Rex having sex quite often in the animation… Even if part of that is him trying to compensate his self-esteem issues by getting validation from being a fuckboy, sex drive is still necessary if you want to be a whore So if he has a S/O, I say 5 days max And I say max because I can see him losing on the 2nd or 3rd day already He says a big ‘fuck you, losers‘ to those actually trying to win the challenge He actually calls them losers who just can't get a crumb of pussy And if he's feeling petty he will want to fuck you in front of that person, or in a place where you might get caught, just to rile them up But will never admit he did it on purpose He's so silly<3

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[namelessgakusei]

You'll Be Back.

Variant!Mark Grayson x reader

Warnings: mentions of violence, Mark being delusional, Gaku still hasn't watched invincible lmao, English is not my first language

Notes: I told myself that I'll write this when Meant to be yours gets 100 notes and well, well, well. Again, this is purely self indulgent and your reactions made me wanna try writing. Soooo, thanks! I was thinking of Omni/Sinister/Viltrumite Mark for this one. This was shorter than the last one but enjoy this word vomit lol

"'Cause when push comes to shove, I will kill your friends and family to remind you of my love♡"

Variant!Mark who, after conquering Earth, was confused when you joined the resistance. Why fight him for this dying planet? Hadn't he told you that joining him in Viltrum is the best option?

Variant!Mark who loves you too much that he decided to play along. He thinks you just need to get this out of your system. After all, you'll be much more compliant when he brings you home if you do, right? He gets that you're angry for suddenly having your home destroyed, but you need to understand that your planet is dying, he's trying to save it. Save you!

Variant!Mark who thinks it's cute when he sees you running around with a pathetic assortment of humans on your trail. You want to fight him? Alright! He'll keep your resistance group alive a little while longer. Your team encountered food shortage? He's having one of his men subtly drop off some rations. He'll even have the Viltrumite soldiers, who were sent to eradicate the remaining rebels, to steer clear of you. He thinks he's slick(he's not), you won't know it's him!

Variant!Mark who was so proud when he found out that you're the new leader of the resistance. This is like that book you mentioned to him in the past, Romeo and Juliet, right? The tale of the two lovers who came from opposite sides! Is this a romantic declaration from you? Aww!

Variant!Mark who fights seriously when your resistance group managed to breach into the Viltrumite Ship. You did so well! You figured out some blind spots that he doesn't even know about! Your army grew bigger than he last saw it too! He can't help the proud grin on his face as he casually behead some of the foolish ones that tried to attack him head on. Since you finally arrived at the final boss' chambers, it's only fair for him to give it his all, yeah? After all, he needs to show off! To show you that he's stronger and can keep you safe!

Variant!Mark who, with bloodied hands, hastily brushed off the guts of your brutally slain comrades off his clothes as he basically skipped to your side, arms caging you to his chest as he coos praises about how smart you are to be able to get this far and how that it makes him love you even more. You're proving that you're worthy to be by his side!

Variant!Mark who knew that you'll be back. You were always supposed to belong to him. Mark kisses your tears as he asks if you got it out of your system, if you finally let out that pent up steam, like he didn't just murdered your comrades whom you spent years together to try to claim back your home planet.

Variant!Mark who proclaims his love for you once again, claiming that not even your mortality or death will keep you two apart.

Variant!Mark who was willing to kill off humanity to prove his point, who was willing to destroy planets and species for your name.

Variant!Mark who will do anything to remind you that you're his forever.

[invincibledc]

✎ ⋆｡ 𐙚 ˚𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘄𝗼𝗹𝗳!𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝘆𝘀𝗼𝗻

A/n: my first little smut writing, hopefully this is good cause I got into a freaky mood to do this (please dear god struck me down.)

warning: breeding kink | and idk about the rest, but I just had a feeling to write this.

〉with the bed creaking, mark ignored how his boyfriend’s sharp nails were clawing at his back. All he could only focus on was the man’s howling and moaning. Soft whimpers as he slammed his cock against the male’s prostate, he felt like he was in heaven. The way his boyfriend clenched onto his cock, the way he wish to give his boyfriend the pups he deserves. It’s been the nth round yet, cum sloshing in the werewolf’s stomach as he whines louder.

Mark pounding shook the bed harder as sweat pooled against his forhead, even the air smelled like sex and musk. Mark looked down to see a bulge in the werewolf’s stomach. Mark’s eyes dilate, eyes blown wide as he pressed his hand over his boyfriend’s pudge. The big man whines louder, clenching mark more as mark couldn’t help but grunt.

“That’s it.. milk me baby.. I’ll give you all the pups you want..” he says lowly, smiling with a dark grin as the werewolf nods, already in subspace as he can’t even talk much other than stare with those cute glossy eyes and shaking mouth.

Mark leaned down, kissing the lips of his beloved boyfriend who melted into the kiss. Lips mangled, mark grips his boyfriend’s hips, piston his hips as he nailed in deep. Leading to the buff and beefy man to yelp. His eyes widen as he came onto his stomach and Mark’s. Feeling mark fill him up for another time.

Mark smiled despite half looking ready to pass out, they’ve been doing this since afternoon to night. His boyfriend looked also ready to pass out as his arms fall limp from Mark’s back.

Mark fell onto the man’s big chest, cupping them as he gave it a kiss.

“Want another round?”

“Mark!”