#glimmerfic

OH MOST OF THEM, but they’d all go about it differently.

NSFW 18+

Sinister: He’s not even shy about it. He pulled them off of you, and there’s a good chance you’re not getting them back unless he likes them enough that he wants to see you in them again—but there’s also a good chance that he literally ripped them off, so you couldn’t wear them again anyway. His job is… we’ll say paid very well, so he’ll happily just buy new for you. The fancy expensive kind (exactly to his personal tastes. He likes knowing that the other variants know who bought it for you when they see you in it). Doesn’t see the issue.

If you haven’t slept with him, he’s less likely to specifically steal your panties. He lives across the hall from you, pining away, but if he breaks into your apartment he’s more likely to leave things behind than he is to steal anything. Little gifts that fit in with stuff you have, but you can’t remember buying. Or if he’s really worked up, you might wind up with a human heart oozing blood in the middle of your bed. (That said, he’s on his very best behavior at first in an attempt not to scare you off until you’re too endeared to him to run away, so he’ll only do this if he’s desperate. It’s a very high display of affection for him)

Mohawk: He’s another one who is more likely to take them during/after sex. Very much a *puts your panties in his pocket and tells you, “You’re not getting these back,”* kind of guy.

If you haven’t had sex with him, but you have him in your apartment for any other reason, if he happens to see a pair of your panties (either you let him explore and he wandered into your bedroom, you’re folding laundry, whatever the case may be) he will hold them up for you to see and flat out tell you he’s taking them. This is his idea of flirting. He thinks he’s charming. (And he feels like if you’re willing to fuck him after this kind of behavior that you’re less likely to leave him, since you already have some idea of what a shit he is)

Lensless: Honestly not a big panty thief. If you have sex with him and end up leaving your panties behind, he’ll keep them and probably use them to jerk off (might even put them in his mouth as a gag), but he’s less likely to actively steal them.

If you haven’t had sex with him, he’s not likely to steal them. If there’s a laundry mix up of some kind and he ends up with a pair of your panties, he’s coming straight to your door to give them back… and he’s grinning like the devil at your blushing face when he does.

Shiesty: Like Mohawk, he’s another proud panty thief who makes a show of keeping them as a trophy if he decides to steal them after you fuck him. Has a big grin when he does it—he will hold them high over your head if you try to snatch them back from him. Unlike Mohawk, he may actually give them back to you eventually. That said, he’s stealing another pair. He does this specifically to piss you off, but he still wants you to wear the cute panties he likes, so he won’t hold them hostage forever.

If you haven’t had sex with him, he’s not stealing your panties. If he’s in any position to see your panties when they’re not on you (a laundry situation perhaps), he’ll pick them up and look at them, imagine how you look in them, but then he’ll put them back before you know what he’s doing. He very much hopes to see you in them at some point to compare with his imagination.

Omni: If you’ve had sex with him, he’s unlikely to steal them. If you leave them behind, he’s actually likely to wash them with his laundry and give them back to you. He loves this, because it’s a great excuse to subtly talk to you about sex again, while still looking like the good guy for returning them to you.

If you haven’t had sex with him, he’s actually more likely to steal them if presented with the opportunity (particularly a laundry incident). He’s definitely using them to jerk off. He will try to sneak them back to you after you do start having sex with him, though. He’d be fucking mortified if you ever found out.

Markus: The least likely to steal your panties regardless of whether you’ve had sex or not. They’re just clothing, he doesn’t care. He’s more focused on taking them off of you than he is on keeping trophies. That said, he is one of the worst offenders when it comes to ripping them. If you’re having sex with him, he does not recognize or care if they’re expensive. If you don’t want them torn off of your body like tissue paper, take them off before he gets the chance, dear god.

Retro: WORST OFFENDER. Will proudly steal them from you almost every time you have sex. Even if you have sex away from the apartment, even if you’re wearing a dress or a skirt, he will make you go commando for the whole trip back. This little freak keeps a whole drawer for just panties that he’s stolen from you. If you find the drawer and find panties that went missing before you were fucking him, he has zero shame about it. He doesn’t see what the big deal is since you ended up fucking him anyway.

If you HAVEN’T had sex with him yet, he WILL break into your apartment while you’re not home to steal your panties (he broke in while you were sleeping once just to find Sinister standing over you like a fucking sleep paralysis demon. It was scary, and he does not want a repeat). The first thing he does in your apartment is sift through your underwear drawer, then he’ll walk around feeling the fabric between his fingers while he studies your apartment for what you like, how you’re feeling, any information he can glean about you. Empty fridge? There’s a good chance he could run into you at you at the nearest grocery store, so he’s going to hang out there in the hopes of making the meeting feel natural. Keeps your panties in his pocket while he’s stalking you, and will have full conversations with you while your panties are in his fucking pocket.

Mark Grayson/Reader | Interactive Fic

Warnings: None, NSFW

Mark Grayson was the best roommate a broke college student living off-campus could ask for. He seemed… sweet, if a little guarded—the kind of guy you could trust to share a living space with. You never would have expected that he was a literal superhero... if he hadn't accidentally flown in through your window one night while your were stark naked in the middle of a little... self love. You definitely never expected him to stay.

When you decided to rent an off-campus apartment for college, you really weren’t trying to have a guy roommate, but when Mark Grayson answered your ad, you decided to give it a go.

He seemed… sweet, if a little guarded—the kind of guy you could trust to share a living space with.

And it turned out to be a pretty good decision on your part. Mark’s not the perfect roommate—he’s been known to leave a mess here and there, and you find yourself doing the dishes he leaves around more often than not, but in the grand scheme of things you could definitely do a lot worse in the roommate department.

Over the months that you’ve been renting together, you and Mark have become pretty good friends. When neither of you are buried in homework—and sometimes, even when you are—you have a blast kicking his ass at Mortal Kombat, or lying on the living room floor with him, watching some shitty B list horror movies over pizza and ice cream…

Because you’re both broke college students and you’ve yet to buy a couch.

But there’s still a lot you don’t know about Mark.

For example, where he disappears to after that weird pager sounds off… It’s not really your business—like, at all—but if you didn’t know any better you’d assume he has some weird government black ops job.

Hell, he’s come home beat to hell more than once. A lot more than once, to the point where you’ve started keeping a pretty robust first aid kit in the bathroom to patch him up when he drags himself through the door looking like he’s halfway to death’s doorstep. 

You’ve asked him a grand total of once, but… he made it very clear that it’s not something he can tell you about. Anything about. The look in his eyes was impossible to argue with, so you finished up his stitches and minded your own business.

Besides, it’s not like Mark stays hurt for long. You swear he must have some kind of mutant gene with how quick he bounces back.

Maybe he’s a superhero…

Ha. No. There’s no way you’d have a superhero for a roommate… they have like, headquarters, you’re pretty sure.

All in all, he’s a pretty great roomie, and you’d never do anything to jeopardize that.

Which is why, under no circumstances, do you… give yourself a little self care while he’s home. You’re not exactly known for cumming quietly, and you’re pretty sure you’d die if he heard you.

Partly because… you have an insane crush on him. A real crush, worse than when you were in high school awkwardly fumbling around romance for the first time.

Which you feel absolutely horrible about. 

The entire reason you wanted to avoid having a male roommate is because you were afraid of them catching feelings and making things weird, but here you are, pining over Mark Grayson like some teenager doodling hearts in her notebook.

But, Mark isn’t here right now, and you know he’s usually gone a while when he gets a message on that pager, so you finally have plenty of time to yourself to relieve the tension that’s been burning you up lately.

What you’re not aware of, however, is that while you’re going around your room lighting your scented candles and putting on some music to set the mood, a certain superhero is flying home, exhausted after stopping a whole ass plane crash.

So exhausted in fact, that when he finally makes it back to his apartment, he climbs in through the wrong window.

That’s how you find out that your roommate, Mark comic book nerd Grayson, is Invincible.

And that’s how he finds out what you look like naked, fingers between your legs in an intimate moment that was supposed to be private.

“Oh my god…” falls from his lips, and even though you can’t see his eyes through the lenses of his mask, you can feel them on you… 

Until he suddenly startles, entire body going rigid. “Oh my god. Shit, Shit. I’m in the wrong room. I am so fucking sorry. Shit.”

There’s no mistaking that voice. Even if you hadn’t been sure before he opened his mouth, there’s not a doubt in your mind that your roommate… actual superhero Mark Grayson… is standing in your candlelit room, trying—and failing—to not stare at your naked body while your best fuck me music is playing.

What are you going to do about it?

FINALLY get to publish my DC/Invincible crossover fic on @glimmerfics!

MC is put in a very awkward position when she goes from the Joker's latest victim, to having a brand new viltrumite roomie when Sinister falls from a portal in the sky and inadvertently rescues her.

Especially when one of Gotham's favorite sons decides to investigate the mysterious meta who fell out of the sky and ripped the Joker's head clean off his shoulders.

Sinister Mark/Reader | Interactive Fic

Dead Dove Do Not Eat

Warnings: Hyperviolent Non-con, extreme gore, carrying Sinister Mark's child

When the GDA released you from your prison sentence to fight in the Invincible war, you thought you were home free, you could escape. But when Sinister Mark recognizes you as this world's variant of his lost love he decides that he has to have you, whether you want it or not.

You never thought you'd live to see the day that the GDA let you go free, after all the horrific experiments they put you through. You were in their damned prison for five long years after you murdered your abusive father—chopped the bastard into little bits and set the family home on fire to burn him beyond the point where his regenerative powers could've saved him.

You had to do it. If you hadn't made damn sure he was dead, he would've came after you for revenge.

But no, Cecil Stedman really did let you back out into the free world… the only catch being that you have to help fight against a group of evil multiversal variants of your childhood best friend… not weird at all… Right.

A lot had changed while you were on the inside. Turns out, Mark is half… Viltrumite?—at least you think that's what Cecil said when he caught you up to speed on your way out of the facility.

Anyway, it turns out that Omniman is an ultra-powerful space alien bent on conquering Earth for his fascist space warrior empire.

It feels like a stark contrast from the Nolan you remember from childhood. He was reserved, but always nice to you when you came over to visit Mark… though, your family had its own secrets.

As you walk through the ruins of Chicago, watching the flying heroes battle variants of Mark overhead, you come to the realization that you can just leave if you want. No one would bother stopping you.

Your odds of survival are strong, even if you do end up in a fight with one of Mark's variants, thanks to your regeneration.

But the idea of being forced back into that GDA prison after the Invincible war is dealt with scares you more than the variant Marks do.

You don't trust Cecil to hold up his end of the bargain. Not one bit.

So you slink through broken alleyways, making your way far away from anyone else… until you're stopped in your tracks by a very familiar voice.

Mark's voice.

Cautiously, you turn to face him, but his malicious grin and that black and yellow version of the Invincible costume make it all too clear that this is not your Mark.

"Well, look what we have here…" He really does sound just like him… except for the sinister edge that sets him apart from the boy you once called a friend. "Long time no see."

Who is THE MOST into it, like the type of greed where he eats it for himself above all else

Type of eater that would be entirely content with just getting called up for a booty call, eat it and then leave LMAO

Mohawk, hands down. It's his THING.

He will hold MC's thighs open when she's trembling from overstimulation with tears running down her face, because he's not done yet.

It's literally his favorite part of sex.

Man is an unholy combination of insecure and incredibly prideful, and fucking her totally stupid on his tongue inflates his ego.

The only reason he has patience to make MC beg for his cock is because he doesn't actually want to stop eating the pussy.

Variant Mark Graysons / Reader | Interactive Otome Fic

Episode 1 Introduces Sinister and Mohawk. The next few episodes will introduce the rest of the guys (Lensless, Shiesty, Omni, Markus - Viltrum Mark, and Retro)

18+ NSFW

WARNINGS: Male Yandere: Dark themes associated with this. Horror elements in some routes (Looking at YOU, Sinister), Weed use

When you moved into your new apartment building, you didn't expect that you'd be getting up close and personal with your new neighbors so quickly, and you definitely didn't expect all seven of them to take an interest in you. But there's something dark behind those pretty eyes, and if you look too long, you won't be able to unsee what they're hiding.

A sigh of relief falls from your lips when you're finally here.

Whatever your life was before, whoever you've left behind, you came here seeking a fresh start, and once you get your belongings up to your new, fifth-floor apartment, that's exactly what you're going to get.

Only... there's just one problem.

The elevator is out of order.

Your eyes flit from literally all of your remaining worldly possessions, neatly crammed into five very heavy suitcases that threaten to burst at the seams, to the slim stairwell that'd probably be a major hazard if this place ever caught fire.

Great.

But standing here lamenting your bad luck isn't getting you any closer to your new life, so you drag all of your stuff into the stairwell and hope against hope that no one needs to get past you.

You're about halfway to the third floor when you hear a sound that makes your heart sink—heavy footfalls from above you, definitely about to turn the corner and reveal one of your new neighbors who's no doubt going to be exceptionally annoyed by the way you're blocking the stairs.

Off to a great start.

When he stomps onto the third floor landing and you catch your first glimpse of him, your heart lurches up into your throat.

Your eyes travel up from his beat up combat boots, to his black leather pants, to the old biker vest and tight yellow shirt that leaves his unfairly muscular arms exposed, right up to the severe lines of his face—what you can see of it beneath his scruffy beard and round sunglasses, anyway.

He looks like he could kill you with one withering glare... or any number of much more violent ways that might be running through his mind right now at the inconvenience you just put in his way.

The only thing you can do is scramble to try to make room for him to squeeze past you.

He freezes mid step when he finally notices you, and he runs a hand through his shaggy black hair.

"Well..." he practically purrs, lips curling into a grin that doesn't make him look any less frightening. "What do we have here?"

Omni-Mark/Reader | Interactive Fic

WARNING: Breeding Kink (Not discussed beforehand)

You don’t really know what possessed you to let Mark into your apartment in the first place. You shouldn’t have, not with everything you saw on the news about the variant Invincibles wiping the floor with Earth’s greatest heroes and leveling major cities around the globe. But when he showed up on your doorstep in that red and white suit, you didn’t turn him away.

You don’t really know what possessed you to let Mark into your apartment in the first place.

You shouldn’t have, not with everything you saw on the news about the variant Invincibles wiping the floor with Earth’s greatest heroes and leveling major cities around the globe.

But when he showed up on your doorstep in that red and white suit, you didn’t turn him away.

Maybe it was fear—after all, there wasn’t really anything you could’ve done if he didn’t want to take no for an answer.

Or maybe it was the vulnerable way he looked at you, mask in his hands and his Adam’s apple bobbing nervously when he swallowed his pride before he pled his case.

He was stranded here after he and the other variants killed the universe-hopping villain that brought them here in the first place, and he… he used to live in your apartment, in his world.

He didn’t know where else to go, now that he can’t go home.

There was something he wasn’t telling you, a deeper story behind the weight in his eyes, but you didn’t press. You just thought… “Hey, if I’m nice to him, maybe he’ll keep me safe if the other variants who are trapped here act up again.”

And he wasn’t the worst roommate you’ve ever had.

He didn’t make a whole lot of mess, and more often than not he was off fighting giant monsters or hurling bank robbers into space or… whatever it was that he did.

It was still weird—for you and everyone else in the world—to see him flying around playing superhero after he helped to very nearly destroy the world a few months ago, but he seemed to take the role pretty seriously.

Even if it did annoy the living hell out of this word’s Invincible.

Living with a superhero had its perks, though.

Mark could literally fly faster than the speed of light, so if you were baking something and realized too late that you were out of baking powder or something equally mundane but essential, you could text Mark and he’d be at the door within the next three minutes—maybe five, if the line was long at the grocery store.

But that was partly self-serving, since bringing home the ingredients benefitted him too.

He loved your cooking, and he wasn’t shy about telling you… to the point where it was flat out annoying sometimes.

He does this thing where he hovers too close in the kitchen if he happens to be home while you’re cooking, putting his hand on the small of your back and looking over your shoulder to see what you’re making.

It makes you jump every single time, even after living with him for several months. You don’t always hear him come home, so suddenly having someone touch you when you think you’re alone isn’t exactly your favorite thing.

The first time it happened, he apologized and looked genuinely mortified that he’d done it, but the more comfortable he got, the more he kept on doing it.

And he doesn’t even have the decency to look sorry about it anymore. In fact, he’s upped the ante by saying the corniest shit when he does it, like, middle-aged dad level shit.

Seriously, one more “What’s cookin’ Good Lookin’?” out of him and you swear to god you’re going to go postal.

But on the other hand, your annoyingly persistent ex hasn’t bothered you at all since Mark moved in, so that’s a definite plus.

If the worst thing the planet-busting interdimensional viltrumite does is act a little too familiar with you? Hell, you’ll take it.

It’s become your new normal—so normal in fact that when you’re at the stove cooking his favorite dinner, you’re genuinely surprised when he’s not suddenly glued to your back.

You hear the door shut, but when he doesn’t take his usual spot in the kitchen, you turn around to see him leaning against the doorframe with a hand behind his back, watching you with the kind of nauseated anxiety you haven’t seen on him since the day he first showed up at your apartment.

“Mark?” Your brow furrows, eyes searching his. “Everything okay?”

He hangs his head with a noise that doesn’t quite pass for a laugh, especially with the tension he’s carrying in his shoulders. “Yeah, I just… today means a lot to me. I got you something.”

“You got me—?” Your lips part in a soft gasp when he pulls a bouquet of your favorite flowers from behind his back. “Mark, how did you…?”

“Because in my world, this was our anniversary,” he confesses, eyes glimmering with emotion. “And this is the first year since you died that I haven’t been able to bring flowers to your grave.”