Cupid

Not a violent dog

night patrol went fine.

there are a bunch of fics out there where the variant!marks interact with main!mc but ive seen very little of the other way around!

maybe somewhere during the angstrom fight mark sees a version of you scared and hiding in the rubble in one of the many universes he's been dropped off in

by pure instinct, he rushes to save you, but as soon as he has you in his arms he's teleported back to his universe, unintentionally bringing you with him. and idk the fight just goes on while this variant of you is just like "wtf," still trembling but now in a completely intact version of mark's house, with debbie (depending on the universe mc came from she might have died before or after mc knew her💔) and some random purple kid??

then the fight continues and you know how the rest goes on

i'll prob expand on this later, but variant!mc could either be someone who's just completely traumatized by their mark's cruelty and possession and doesnt trust this "nicer" version of mark at all

or a willing mc who is an absolute freak and 100% condones whatever shit their mark did in their universe, and is a bit disappointed in how much softer main!mark is, maybe even trying to push him to be more like their mark? 👀

(or a third option where mc barely even knows mark grayson outside of him being invincible. or a fourth option where they fell in love with their invincible but they didnt end up together, or-)

either way our mark is left very conflicted bc a version of his dead soulmate is here and alive but not quite... and he's battling with the moral implications of getting with variant!mc... cuz technically they're the same as his mc but also not? and does that mean he's abandoning his mc? but oh does he miss you so much... and this you, who looks and acts and exists so much like you, is right here in front of him

every version of mark is desperate for love, praise, & affection. he’s putty in your hands, head resting on your chest as you slowly stroke his trembling dick. you did so good today, you coo in his ear, free hand gently scratching his scalp. you make me so proud.

their reactions all vary

main!mark whimpers and sighs, pushing for more affirmation and proof that you’re telling the truth. do you mean it?

lensless!mark groans, burying his face deeper into your chest while he inhales your scent like it’s an intoxicant

omni!mark is so so tense, trying to keep his stoic disposition despite the way his hands are trembling

viltrumite!mark is eerily quiet and still, hanging on every word you say. he leans more into the praise than your touch (though he’d definitely have something to say if you stopped your ministrations)

sinister!mark grits his teeth through it, eyes pinched tightly as he growls shut the fuck up but then squeezes your thigh tighter, his body giving clear directive that says otherwise

mohawk!mark groans and spurs you on, eager in his need to agree. so good for you aren’t I? he’ll breath, wrapping his hand around yours and joining you in stroking his cock. so proud of your man aren’t you?

He considers this fact deeply and decides to keep your relationship as "unofficial" as possible to avoid any interception from the GDA or villain of the week. A situationship if you will. He thinks this is the best solution to circumvent the ugly and negative parts of a serious relationship that tore his last one to pieces. It's noncommittal and lowkey, but most importantly it's the safest option for a civilian/hero pairing. No matter how badly he wants the title of boyfriend and do all the fun stuff couples do, he needs to hold himself back to not endanger you.

Though he's never been good with boundaries or keeping his word, so it's not surprising when you pull away and meet other people bit by bit. In one moment Mark is attentive, if not overbearing, and the next he's no contact for weeks on end. How is it your fault when he took the situationship too casually for your liking? Plus, it's not like you two were actually a thing.

He knows he shouldn't, but he can't lose you, too. He'll start trying to close the relationship and follow you around town with the clouds as his disguise. He'll pop up in places where you least expect it and sabotage any dates with his mere presence.

"Oh, hey. I was just about to text you if you wanted to grab a burger and chill in my room for the night. Oh, who's that?"

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.

The certified doodle/study dump. More below, in no particular order!

100 times yes. you are very correct thank you for this anon!!

mark grayson x fem!reader ✦ cw for light suggestive content at the end

mark grayson loves having you in his lap. seriously, it’s probably his favourite thing ever. it’s sort of a weird obsession of his. he doesn’t remember when it started, all he knows is that he cannot and will not go a day without having you sit in his lap at least once, especially after a long day. he likes how it feels, how you feel — the weight of you, your warmth, your scent — and it makes him feel needed, like he could protect you from anything.

if you’re on the sofa together, he won’t let you sit on your own unless you specifically ask for space (you never do; you once did, as a joke, and he left you alone but got so pouty that you caved within a few minutes and told him you were only joking. he took it like a champ but you haven’t done it since). as soon as you sit down he’s immediately gonna tug you into his lap and position you on top of him, either with your back pressed to his chest, his arms looped around your middle and his chin tucked over your shoulder. or he’ll have you sit sideways, an arm around your waist and a hand squeezing your thigh, listening to you talk, or watching the tv but stealing glances at you so often he misses half of the show you’re watching. but his absolute favourite is when your straddle him, your thighs pressed to his and your knees folded on either side of his hips. he’ll hold your waist or rub your back and you’ll just melt into him, your body turning to putty in his hands. mark fucking loves it.

Warning: MDNI 🔞, not quite smut but very suggestive

Mark would totally give you puppy dog eyes the second you put him on a sex ban.

“No, you didn’t pull out last night so you’re on a pussy ban.” You say nonchalantly while folding laundry. You didn’t really mean it, and it pained you just as much but you had no choice. Otherwise you’d end up pregnant.

“But baby..”, he whined. He was not helping fold the clothes at all by the way.

This man was on his knees next to you giving you the saddest look. Lip pouting and all.

He hugged your thigh with his strong arms, one big hand resting on your lower stomach.

You couldn’t look at him. If you did you’d definitely give in no time.

“No.” You threw down a folded suit like you were annoyed.

But you loved this. How he practically begged for you. Really thinking about it gives you butterflies.

You wanted him again just as bad. You caught how he’d walk around shirtless to try and reel you in. Oh, how those abs did something to you every time. On the inside you wanted to jump his bones. On the outside you just said, “Not gonna work, Grayson.”

Mark would whine around the house complaining. You could tell he was playing along though.

He’d hold you extra tight and long sometimes. Cuddled you extra close at night in bed.

He almost started crying when you teased him and rubbed his morning wood one day.

“Please- please…I need you. I’m sorry.” He said through gritted teeth. It was too much for him.

“Not until you promise you’ll pull out next time.” You say kissing his flushed neck. You felt him furiously nodding, but once he realized you wanted a verbal answer he’d start whining about how he swears he’ll pull out and begs you to keep going.

warnings: mentions of erection, size kink if you squint

wrestling with mark after he developed his powers was admittedly stupid. you hadn't won a wrestling match with him since you were 11 - and even that was a close call. but something in you decided it would be fun to challenge him.

for a while he let you push him, attempting to antagonize him into giving in. he sat still, unmoving on his bed while you stood over him trying your hardest to cause him to at least falter. both your hands met the hard surface of his shoulders, using your entire body weight to try and push him over. mark was really being patient with you, hoping that you would tire out soon and join him back on his bed to finish the comic book you were reading together. he watches you, doe eyes following the motion of your body as you wound up and lunged at him again and again. it started out amusing, but the longer it went on the more annoyed your best friend was growing. when he finally gives in - if only to get you to stop - it takes just one hand of his to send you falling onto your ass.

"mark!" you huffed and before you're even able to process it, he moves off the bed. his hand pins you by your chest to the ground, his body crawling over yours as he settles himself on your lower abdomen. he holds you there to teach you a lesson, his brown eyes intense on yours as you writhed and twisted. mark didn't even break a sweat as you pathetically try to pry his hand off your chest, both of yours grasping his solid forearm in a pitiful attempt to pull it back. you could've sworn you saw him yawn as his other hand grabbed both of your wrists, pinning them together and rendering your hands useless.

your foot comes up to kick his back and he doesn't even wince. you tire yourself out almost immediately, unable to move from the weight of him as he straddled you. "i won already?" mark teases, all though upon inspection, his smile looks pained.

"i surrender," you huff and mark removes his hold on you. immediately, you go to pull yourself up and his hand meets your chest yet again - sending you back down to the ground. "mark, what the hell," you cry. you didn't want to admit it - but he came dangerously close to giving you whiplash with that one. it was ridiculous how one hand left you powerless beneath him. your breathing grew ragged, chest heaving under his palm.

"i don't believe you," he says, his own chest rising and falling rapidly.

"seriously mark. i raise my white flag," you say, moving your hand side to side like you were waving a flag. he gets off you without further incident and you lay back down on his bed, fighting off the heat on your cheeks as you caught your breath. mark crawled back into bed with you, opening the comic book up so you both could continue reading.

I’m sure it’s been done, but this trend seemed to fit them

(Pics under the cut)

Anytime Dick showed him a new move, Bruce bounced back if he fell or got hurt. It was fun. It was almost as if he were back in the circus and able to do gymnastics with everyone

As he got older and more damaged, his body wasn’t able to move like before. So he bulked up to exchange his flexibility and speed for power and stability