invincible oc!! this is bambi, who can manipulate spacetime! think interstellar stuff. i've been working on her honestly since i start watching invincible ! gotta get that father-daughter coded relationship in there somehow lol

heyy this is my art account again! finally posted my invincible oc <3 i promise i'll get back to writing soon, finals are kicking my ASS

dirty mind …. ! ₊ཾִ ᖫྀ ⁣⁣.

mohawk!mark, full-masked!mark, shiesty!mark, & reader ╲ your boyfriend is a little perv <3

𖥔 ࣪˖ tags⠀⎯ separate headcanons | pre-established relationship | ooc characters | perverted behavior | mentions of panty stealing, nudes, masturbation, etc | if this isn’t for you, please ignore | silly headcanons don’t take them too seriously | fake humping | groping | voyuerism? | shiesty mark is childish asf | etc

𖥔 ࣪˖ author’s notes⠀⎯ really on the mark is a little perv train (i mean look at the lotion and tissues in his room ) so of course his variants are gonna be similar if not ten times worst. decided i may write headcanons inbetween work days cause i only ever rlly write fics on my day off— but i don’t wanna starve y’all. i’ll make more of these soon probably i need to sleep tho 🫶🏾🫶🏾

MOHAWK!MARK

- keeps sexy pictures of you as your contact info. consensual, naughty pics of course— he’s not that odd.

- however one day you had his phone to check something and happened upon his call log by accident. of course you were a frequent caller, your lips curling into a smile at the little ‘headache’ contact name he had chosen for you.

- but on further inspection you saw.. what you believed to be, was you on your knees, breasts pressed up against the damp thin tshirt you wore. along with this comprising position was mark’s hand holding your cheeks gently, your lips slick and face a complete mess; eyeliner dripping, eyes teary, the whole nine yards.

- you immediately recognized this photo, nearly tearing your blankets in half as you jumped out of your bed. without much thought you were barging into the bathroom where your lover showered, the man giving you a confused glance though not entirely apposed to your presence.

- “change my contact photo!” you huffed, gripping the phone tight and showcasing it. you watched in absolute disbelief as mark slowly grinned, not at all phased by you finding his dirty little secret.

- “nope.”

- “nope! mark, how old are y— that’s not the issue. change it now! what if someone saw this?!”

- his eyes rolled slowly, “no one touches my phone except you. c’mon it’s a hot picture, lighten up!”

- you didn’t bother in confirming or denying it, eyes squinted at your man who was practically struggling not to laugh at your dismay. a few silent seconds passed before he groaned a bit, a wet hand reaching out towards you.

- “i’ll change it right now, right infront of you.”

- “and use a tasteful picture?”

- “yeah, yeah.”

- you waited a moment before stepping closer, extending his phone— only for a tight grip to come upon your wrist. you scrambled, immediately knowing what he was going to do.

- “mark, n—“

- magically — curtesy of viltrumite speed — mark tossed his phone onto the pile of dirty clothes on the bathroom floor while simultaneously pulling you ( fully clothed mind you ) into the shower with him. you practically shrieked, fighting at the arms that wrapped tightly around you, trying to ignore the mischievous laughter escaping him.

- “you keep falling for that.”

- “you’re such a dick! i’m all wet now, mark!”

- the man would snort, peeling back to glance down at you. “hasn’t been the first time, definitely won’t be the last.” his fingers rose to pluck at the soaked shirt you wore, slowly peeling it off you.

- “now let’s get you out of these clothes, i would hate for you to catch a cold.”

- you would have to badger him later. and since mohawk!mark isn’t a total dick, he will change it to something a little less compromising…

FULL MASK! MARK

- while i don’t believe full mask!mark is timid or anything, when it comes to you he’s a little less ‘aggressive’ (for lack of a better word) when compared to the other variants.

- but that doesn’t mean he’s not just as freaky. meaning.. the man is prone to stealing your panties.

- like the doting boyfriend he was, mark was doing your laundry one day, simply moving the clothes to and from the basket to the washer— easy peasy, no need to fuss.

- except he happened upon a pair of your panties. dark blue, lacey, with such thin material he questioned if it even fully covered you.

- for whatever reason the man got so fixated on that pair, clutching it in his hand for what seemed like thirty minutes before shoving it into his pocket.

- that day, he mulled over it while you were gone, a million thoughts running through his head everytime he shoved his hand into his pocket, feeling the fabric glide across his fingers.

- should he put it back? why did he keep it? how disgusting can you be to take your girlfriend’s dirty underwear?

- but.. all that seemed to cease when mark pulled it from his pocket once again, feeling way to hot the moment his fingers dragged right against the crotch.

- he felt dirty, perverted, everything in between but that didn’t stop him from pressing the fabric against his nose. the man couldn’t help but notice your smell immediately, basically groaning right into the panties as if the single sniff left him high.

- from that point on mark began to steal your panties, always so eager to do laundry just for this reason.. and when he had some time to himself mark would spend it sniffing, licking, even dragging the fabric along his length..

- a true pervert, right to the bone.

- of course, he wasn’t subtle and of course you found out quickly, but you decided to let him have his fun. albeit a little low on underwear, you truly didn’t mind his freakiness.

- until one day the two of you were both home, cooped up in during house chores together; mixed in with a little kissing and groping, it was a good day after all

- you were busy shoving a new load of laundry into the washer whilst mark emptied the dryer, him humming along to the little conversation you had going.

- in the middle of it your hand suddenly grabbed those same blue panties, a fake look of surprise capturing your features.

- “oh, i should probably set these to the side for you.”

- mark hummed for a moment still focused on doing his part until his eyes turned, gaze settling on you— heart dropping the moment he noticed what was in your hand.

- “wh—what?..”

- you gave a sweet smile, shutting the washer close and setting the panties ontop of it.

- “i put it to the side for you. you’re welcome.” you leaned over to stamp a kiss to his cheek, walking off to finish some other task.

- leaving a completely red mark who began to stammer, clearly embarrassed, practically trampling over himself to chase after you.

- that night he makes quick work of apologizing over and over again, not at all convinced by your pretty grins and little “its okay”s.

SHIESTY! MARK

- a groper and humper. even at the worst fucking times.

- will go to sleep with his hands under your shirt, a palm full of your breasts. not even in a he wants to play with them way but in a— that’s the only way he sleeps well way.

- if you wear nightgowns around the house mark is quick to grip your ass, even spank it a little bit just to hear you whine in annoyance.

- do not bend over in his presence, ever. not unless you want strong arms to tug at your hips and for him to hump you like some dog in heat.

- will even add over exaggerated moans and groans just to fuck with you

- “oh yeah, just like that.. feels so good!”

- “mark, get off me!”

- this doesn’t stop just cause the two of you are in public, it may even increase tenfold — outside of the sight of children of course — because mark knows no one will step to him.. cocky bastard.

- imagine grocery shopping and he’s all like “babe can you hand me that” something that’s magically on the bottom shelf. you think nothing of it, trying to be a good girlfriend, you know, and bend to grab it.

- it was a trap. obviously. because like glue mark is slipping behind you, arms tight, and giving you a few pumps.

- you kick up a small fuss, slapping at his hands and throughly embarrassed by his behavior.

- to his credit most times the aisle is empty when this happens, but the one time it wasn’t, instead of stopping; mark winks at the poor guy that passed by.

- to say you were pissed was an understatement, mark spent the rest of that day groveling for you to forgive him.

MARK GRAYSON x STREAMER! READER

first post on here, yay! I'm an avid twitch stream watcher if this doesn’t make it obvious

part 2

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he’s absolutely hooked from there. in the beginning, he’s only a casual watcher, catching streams when he’s not busy with school, work at burger mart, or hanging out with william. honestly, he only watches you when he’s bored, more of a last resort to cure that boredness. it grows from there. 

he learns more about the site that you stream on and more about you. he was never one to keep chat open, finding it distracting since he was here to watch you, but the more he watched, the more he realized just how much you interacted with the chat. so, he leaves it open now, reading alongside you when you read a certain message out loud, or even reading them on his own and snorting in amusement at what some of your chatters say. 

the first time he sends a chat is when he’s ridiculously early to one of your streams. it’s only your mods in chat and the notification for your stream hasn’t even gone out yet. the message he sent is a simple one; ‘hi streamer, hi mods’. your mods respond to it first, being the most attentive mods. then suddenly, he hears your voice, the one that he’s gotten so used to hearing in his downtime. 

“Hi ‘grayson_05’! How’s your day so far?” 

your response is short and sweet, more of a pleasantry than anything, but he can’t help the way his heart stutters at the fact that you read his chat message. sure, there’s barely any other people in chat, but you read his message. 

it only continues from there, he becomes an avid viewer and chatter, greeting you and your mods everytime he joins a stream. he’s such an avid viewer/chatter that both you and your mods now recognize his user, which only adds to his adoration of you. 

soon enough, he subscribes to you, tier 1 cause he is still a broke high school student with a part time job. when he scrounges up enough money to send you a donation, he beams with pride everytime you smile at the camera and thank him for the donation, always so thankful and reassuring him that he doesn’t need to donate–but you appreciate it nonetheless. 

he watches all of your content, whether it’s your daily streams, occasional tiktoks, or the rare gem of a youtube video that you post. he watches it all

he can’t help the way his heart skips a beat everytime you smile at the camera, the adorable way your nose scrunches, catching his eye every time. the way he unconsciously smiles as he watches your facecam, finding you so sweet and adorable. 

maybe he’s a bit… parasocial… but he doesn't even know what that means.

it all comes to a halt the day he gets his powers. 

suddenly, all the time he spent watching your streams and catching up on your content is now focused on honing his powers and training with his dad. 

he’s so focused on his training and hero duties that he forgets your online persona entirely. How could he be focusing on some streamer online when he’s out saving lives?

until the day he saves your life. 

it’s like a punch to the gut when he sees you. 

the streamer he used to watch, almost obsessively. he was such an avid fan to the point that william AND his parents knew about you. he hasn’t watched a stream in months, yet you still have the same effect on him. 

his heart races and he knows there’s a small flush spreading across his face.

your apartment building is on fire and you’re one of the last to be evacuated since you live on one of the higher floors with your family. the elevators are down and the fires have already reached the stairways. you’re on the balcony of your apartment, looking down helplessly to the crowd of people and firefighters that are doing their best to get to you when you feel a sudden whoosh of air. 

looking up, floating in front of you, is that new hero you’ve seen on the news. Invincible. it would be comedic the way you two stared at each other if it wasn’t for the fact that your apartment building was currently on fire. 

he’s a stuttering mess as he introduces himself before quickly swooping you up in his arms, carrying you down to safety. 

mark has faced some of the most unimaginable situations before, and yet, his heart has never raced like it did when he had you cradled in his arms. 

he’s quick to take his leave, only stopping when he hears your voice calling out to him.

“Invincible!” you yell out, hoping he will hear you over all the noise of everyone around you. when he turns to you, floating in the air, you beam up at him. 

that sweet smile he remembers, your voice, like honey, as you yell to him your thanks. 

“Thanks for the save, Invincible!”

he gives you a quick wave before he speeds off. 

You smiled. At him. 

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touch …. ! ₊ཾִ ᖫྀ ⁣⁣.

mark grayson & rogue!reader ╲ mark grayson doesn’t give a damn what you can do, or how fear hurting him; he would touch you again and again no matter the consequences.

𖥔 ࣪˖ tags⠀⎯ pre-established relationship | angst (ish?) | reader is inspired by rogue from the xmen | given mark is half-viltrumite he doesn’t go into a coma he only passes out for a little | touch-starved reader | suggestive (?) but no smut | mark is cheesy | cute little blurb | fluff

𖥔 ࣪˖ author’s notes⠀⎯ i saw one of my favorite writers do a “starfire!reader” so i was inspired to do something similar with rogue from the xmen given i love her and gambit so much. if this fic is receipted well i may write actual smut about this couple. for now please enjoy and excuse any grammar mistakes <3

A favorite artist of yours murmurs melodies in the background of your bedroom, drown out by the sweet whispers passing between you and your beloved Mark Grayson.

You always enjoyed times like this, simply laying side by side, eyes focused on the other while speaking about anything and everything.

How tiring missions were.

How Mark worried about his mom.

How you worried about your powers.

Nothing was off the table, this little moment in time dedicated to simply catching up with each other.

Your lips curled slowly the moment you felt fingers squeeze around your own, Mark’s digits gliding across your gloved hand whilst your palms pressed against one another’s. You always loved that touch despite the barrier, craving it after a long day.

Since you gained them, you’ve felt like your powers were.. dirty. You didn’t enjoy the looks people gave you when using them, or how some fellow heroes would shy away from you even when wearing your gloves. The outside world didn’t need to remind you how cursed you were, you did so yourself everyday.

But being with Mark, he never saw you as your power, as some weapon used to suck the life out of others. He only ever saw you, his girlfriend that he would do anything for.

Even when that anything was just a little stupid.

You giggled softly at the joke that passed his lips, eyes pinched closed for a moment before popping open when you felt his hand move. The man attempted to be subtle, yet Mark never was; given you could feel his fingers find the sliver of skin between the long sleeve you wore and your glove, allowing the appendages to trace there gently.

Quickly, you slipped your hand from his grasp, eyebrows pushing close as you glared up at the man. ”Mark..” You attempted a stern tone, it faltering the moment you noticed that subtle pout capturing his features. You sighed softly, sinking into the pillow below you.

“You know we—“

“Can’t touch.” The man finished the sentence for you, sinking into his own pillow whilst blinking up at you so lovingly. His fingers clenched the blankets underneath the both of you, lips parting to speak;

“But, a little touch isn’t going to hurt me ya know.”

“Last time we held hands you passed out for five minutes.”

Mark groaned softly, “That was last time— I’ve gotten much stronger since then.” He wasn’t completely wrong. The two of you started dating around the same time he gained his Viltrumite powers. Of course he was rusty at first but he learned, something you would always admire.

You breathed softly as Mark moved closer, your hand reaching over to press against his clothed chest. You flinched the moment you felt his fingers lock around your covered arm, easily maneuvering your hand to press right up against his heartbeat. The gentle pounds of the organ caused you to warm, lips pursing as his name came out of you in a pretty whisper.

At the call Mark was inching even closer, now a breaths away, noses barely grazing each other.

“I don’t want to push you, but I don’t want you to hold back either.” He mused, eyes flicking from your own to drop to your lips. The man’s fingers traced your covered skin, speaking once again;

“I would pass out a million times just to feel you [Name]. Half-Viltrumite or not.”

You struggled to keep your little smile down, fingers crumpling the top he wore. You felt the way his heart raced, knowing your own was doing the exact same. A rhythm perfectly in sync, matched faultlessly.

“Mark..”

“And you have to remember; I’m Invincible.” The corner of his mouth twitched up into a smile, watching amusement take over your features— the prettiest laughter escaping your lips. Mark wasted no time in swallowing those giggles, fingers dragging from your arm to breach the glove you wore. Pushing the barrier up further, he could only sigh at the touch.

Slowly, hesitantly you kissed back, a shuddering breath flying through your nose. Whenever you touched someone, feeling their powers or memories enter your body— it felt unnatural. Like some type of intruder that had no place underneath your skin.

But feeling Mark, it was completely different. That usual pit of despair that would enter your stomach was replaced with nothing but warmth, warmth that you could only describe as pure love. Even as his powers circulated through your body, you could only focus on how sweetly he kissed you.

Tenderly and gentle, as if Mark had the power to drain you instead. Maybe he did, maybe he could devour you whole; mind and body— yet you wouldn’t care. Wouldn’t protest, wouldn’t whine..

Mark claimed he would pass out a million times just to feel you. And you would entertain each, no matter the day, no matter the time.

The love you held for him outweighed any curse you believed you had.

Your teeth gently dragged across his bottom lip, feeling Mark groan against you; clearly enjoying the attention. His hand squeezed yours just a little tighter, breathing you in, savoring the taste of your lips.

The sweet lip-locking continued for several moments longer before you felt Mark part from you, or rather his body slump as he slid off your lips.

His head landed on the pillow beneath you, eyes shut closed as soft breaths escaped him. Your eyelids lowered, releasing his hand and pulling your glove firmly onto your own. Reaching over, two fingers pressed against his slightly bruised lips, smearing the combined saliva the moment you swept them.

“Stupid boy..” You mummured softly, no longer able to fight back that smile. Your hand then moved to rest between the two of you, body shifting to find a comfortable position on the mattress.

You expected him to be out for a little, maybe even an hour. You didn’t care though, you would wait for him, every time.