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Moving Blogs

I'm so sorry about this. At first, I was going to delete this blog and start over, but I put so much effort in it despite me hating every bit of it. I didn't want to lose your requests. This blog will not be deleted, but I am moving blogs. This has nothing to do with you guys at all, it's my own mental wellbeing and my own insecurities, let's say.

I will take your requests and write them there, don't worry about that at all. I'm sorry for the inconvenience, whether you choose to follow or not, I appreciate you. Thank you.

I will be posting something I've been working on today on that blog in a few hours.

The Blog: @lovepotionsz

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Hi loveeee your writing I was wondering if you could do a mark grayson with a wonder woman or man reader where mark is utterly obsessed with readers clothing choice when fighting the villains. Please and thank you 🥰🥰💕

Again love your writing style and work 😩😩🤗🤗

mark x wonder hero!gn reader

a/n: hngfggg wonder woman #needthat

god, when he first saw you his jaw dropped. your body looked like it was made- no sculpted for being a hero. your gaze alone pinned him to the damn ground, your presence commanded respect, the fact that you were drop dead fucking gorgeous didn't help his already filthy fantasies. it was like a knee jerk reaction, he saw you, his dick did too, his brain obliged.

beyond his attraction, he admired your strength as a hero and as a person. he once saw you hold up four of the icebergs cecil made him workout with without even a single bead of sweat.

and oh god, good lord, that damn truth lasso. he isn't proud of this, at all, but, when you two were on a mission for the first time he witnessed you use it. how you just, tied up the guy and demanded him to tell the truth with that tone of authority and goddamn your biceps looked especially big today and- oh he's hard.

that day was also the day you saved his ass. he was fighting off 3 villains at the same time, which usually wouldn't be that much of an issue but he was really distracted by a certain someone. so, he forgot about the 4th one of the team, the building close to him tipping over and almost crushing him, the escaping civilans and the villains- but you made it in time and fucking, just tipped it back over- with all the people still in it. then, with a battle cry, you shot up from your spot and landed right in the middle of the said 3, they somehow had the guts to shoot at you but you blocked them with your bracelets and knocked them all out in a matter of seconds, your lasso keeping them all tied up together as you started to question them.

ever since then, his eyes always started to find you in any room, said eyes always staring at your hero outfit. god, the way those shorts (could they even be called that? is it a one piece?) didn't leave much to imagination and your thighs-

he once tried to talk to you outside of work and fumbled his words like a school boy with a crush, "hey, um, are you free this week? or- next week or um any week- fuck-" he sighed as your expression turned into one of amusement, flustering him further, his hands flew to his forearm, "i would love to go on a da- a hangout. yes. thats all. nothing weird i promise, ph my god im screwing this up already-" you chuckle, "it's alright grayson, you're quite energetic aren't you boy?" yeah. that went straight to his dick.

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Mark x gn!reader - silly texts part 2 - part 1

im hitting writers block if u couldnt tell..

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would u guys be mad at me if i fused incubi reader with the reader who manages to look like every gender at the same time? ive got a solid idea w gender fuckery and mark's reactions to said gender tomfoolery? ill use he/they for them too

im talking like: mark looks at the reader talking with him when he blinks he swears he saw a boob poking out of the side of his greek style white robes, then the next time he blinks they're gone. he keeps talking w the reader trying to act like nothing happened, reader knows what he's doing, suddenly his voice gets really feminine and soft, the boobs are back and mark looks at him with wide eyes before blinking and the reader goes back to their male form again.

while having sex (they discuss this w mark beforehand) while mark's inside the reader, he suddenly feels reader's hole get a lot warmer, squeezing around him and leaking onto his dick as he breathes heavily, reader moaning below him as he loses control of his veil powers and now their sex, their voice rapidly changing as their legs shake and finally cum with a cry of marks name- now their 'human form' has worn off, their skin an unnatural color, their ears pointy and two bat like wings have manifested on their lower back, he doesnt notice but their tail wraps around his thigh in posessive nature ...

thats what im talking abt !

pick one of these for a long fic (drafted + proofread, probs gonna at least take me a week) (it just has to have smut bc i am motivated by spite and horniness only)

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https://www.tumblr.com/oystermark/780287589247844352/mark-x-gnreader-silly-texts?source=share

eagerly waiting for part two!! <3 (lol, I know that you posted it less than two hours ago, BUT...)

awhh, its okay!

i most likely will make a part 2 so dont even worry<3

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mark x gn!reader - silly texts

what boredom, exhuastion and yearning for mark invincible does to a mf

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TROUBLE LOOKS GOOD ON YOU

pairing mark grayson x (vigilante) male reader

you’re a disaster wrapped in kevlar and bad decisions. mark grayson? he’s sunshine in spandex. you shouldn’t work. you don’t work—except when it’s 2 am and the city’s quiet, except when his hands find the cracks in your armor like they were made to fit there. except when he looks at you like you’re something worth loving, and for once, you don’t have the heart to tell him he’s wrong.

the crumpled hood of the villains’ getaway van makes a decent chair, if you ignore the broken glass. you’re sprawled across it like it’s your personal throne, watching mark hover nearby like an overprotective shadow. the would-be thieves are zip-tied in a groaning pile, one of them still half-stuck in the dumpster you gracefully introduced him to earlier.

"wow," you drawl, kicking your boots up on the shattered windshield. "you guys really thought this plan would work? even i have higher standards, and i once fought a telekinetic badger with a crowbar."

mark continues to hover near you, arms crossed. "you drop-kicked a guy into a dumpster," he says, like it’s some kind of crime.

"correction: i tactically repositioned him into a dumpster," you counter, grinning as he rolls his eyes. "and hey—" you gesture to the defeated goons. "—no guns, no hostages, just a little creative problem-solving. admit it, vincible. you love having a partner who keeps things interesting."

he opens his mouth—probably to whine about "excessive force" or whatever—but stops when you flick a crumpled soda can at his chest. the way his frown fights a smile? priceless.

mark sighs, defeated, before finally floating down, landing with a stupidly heroic thud. he offers you a hand, and you take it, if only to mock his gentlemanly gesture. except he doesn’t let go. and—weirdly—you don’t pull away either. his thumb brushes over your knuckles, slow and deliberate, and you have to fight the urge to yank your hand back just to spite him. (who does he think he is, melting your edges like this?)

"you wanna come to my house for dinner?" he murmurs, leaning in just enough that his breath ghosts over your ear. "mom says she’s cooking your favorite dish to entice you. her words, not mine."

you can hear the smirk in his voice. bastard. "wow, bribing me with food now? you’re getting desperate, vincible," you shoot back, but your traitorous fingers tighten around his anyway.

he huffs a laugh, warm and close. "is it working?"

(yes.)

"depends," you lie. "what’s she making?"

"pork sisig."

"sisig?" you deadpan, raising an eyebrow. "damn, aunt debbie’s playing dirty. she knows i’d crawl through hell for that crispy pork."

mark’s grin is obnoxiously smug. "yep. she also said if you say no, she’ll save the leftovers for me instead—"

"over my dead body," you snap, already dragging him toward the street. his laugh is stupidly bright for someone who just witnessed you yeet a man into a dumpster ten minutes ago.

(and okay, fine—maybe you like that sound. maybe you’ve memorized the exact way his nose scrunches when he’s trying not to cackle at your bullshit. maybe you’ve even stopped "accidentally" stealing his hoodies because his scent clinging to you is… whatever. not the point.)

"knew you’d cave," mark sing-songs, swinging your joined hands like an overexcited golden retriever. the sidewalk crowd parts around you two—not out of fear (though your rep should warrant it), but because invincible is practically skipping down the street with a guy who once put a batarang through a drug lord’s windshield as a warning shot. the stares burn into your back. great. tomorrow’s headlines will be invincible’s mysterious boyfriend revealed! with some paparazzi shot of mark grinning like an idiot while you glare at the camera like it personally offended you. you think it's funny (and endearing) that mark doesn't seem to care.

you shove him with your free hand. "shut up. i’m tolerating you for the food."

"uh-huh," he says, voice dripping with the kind of smugness that makes you want to strangle him. or kiss him. annoying. "that’s why you also agreed to movie night after. and let my dad teach you viltrumite chess last week—which, by the way, you cheated at—"

"vincible," you growl, "i swear to god—"

he kisses your gloved knuckles, slow and deliberate, just to watch your brain bluescreen. asshole.

(≧∇≦)ﾉ☆

"aunt debbie, i don’t think i can eat anyone else’s cooking of sisig anymore," you say around a mouthful of rice, already reaching for your third serving. "this is illegal. you’re gonna ruin all other food for me."

debbie beams, refilling your plate before you can even ask. "good. that means you’ll keep coming back," she says, flicking your forehead lightly. "mark said you punched a guy through a wall today. again."

"he deserved it," you mutter, shooting a glare at mark—who’s too busy laughing into his soda to defend you. his knee knocks against yours under the table, warm and steady, and fuck, you hate how your body betrays you by leaning into it. like some pathetic magnet. like you’re not the guy who once made one of the most notorious villains flinch.

nolan leans back in his chair, arms crossed. "you know, when mark said he was dating someone ‘intense,’ i didn’t realize he meant ‘frequently commits property damage.’"

"oh please," you scoff, pointing your fork at him. "you literally leveled a city once. i’m tame compared to you."

the table goes quiet. mark chokes on his drink.

then nolan laughs—deep and booming—while debbie shakes her head like she’s already drafting your apology to the mayor. "he’s got you there, honey," she says, patting nolan’s arm.

mark kicks your shin under the table, grinning. "stop impressing my dad. it’s weird."

"make me, vincible," you shoot back—just as debbie slides another heap of sisig onto your plate.

you don’t miss the way mark’s fingers brush yours when he steals your spoon to eat your food, though. or how his thumb lingers on your wrist for half a second too long, calloused and sure. bastard. he knows what he’s doing. knows the way your pulse jumps under his touch, knows you’ll let him take whatever he wants from you—food, space, the last shreds of your reputation as chicago’s most unshakeable bastard.

and the worst part? he gives it all right back. in the way he leans into your space like he’s trying to fuse your skeletons together. in the way his laugh softens to something private when you grumble "fine, take it," pushing the plate toward him. in the way he tugs you into the couch later, his nose buried in your hair like he’s trying to memorize the scent of gunpowder and cheap shampoo.

(you’ll never admit it, but you’d raze cities for this guy. and he knows. he knows.)

you lay there, ear pressed to his chest like it’s the only compass you’ve ever needed, listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat. it’s too much. it’s not enough. your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt like you’re afraid the universe will yank this away any second—because it always does. because you’re the kid who crawled out of a battlefield that could've been his grave, the soldier cecil left behind, the ghost who burns too bright to keep. you don’t get this. not soft blankets on your back, not warm hands in your hair, not mark’s stupidly perfect ribs rising and falling beneath your cheek like some kind of prayer.

but for someone who’s never stayed in one place longer than a mission briefing, this feels like home. and that’s the most terrifying part.

the two of you stay like that for what feels like forever, mark combing his fingers through your hair like you’re something precious instead of something broken. your arms lock around his sinfully thin waist, pulling him closer with a quiet huff of contentment. you, who’ve bitten off threats with bloodied teeth and called it a smile, who wear your scars like armor—you melt against him. your usual sharp edges (the furrowed brow, the tension in your jaw, the always-ready-to-bite smirk) smooth out into something peaceful. something safe.

mark’s chest rumbles with a silent laugh beneath you. ha. knew you were a softie. he doesn’t say it out loud, but you feel it in the way his fingertips trace your scalp, in the way he presses his lips to your forehead like he’s sealing a promise.

and damn him for it, because he’s right. damn him for the way his hands fit against the notches of your spine like they were carved to hold ruin. damn him for how easy he makes it—to breathe, to stay, to believe the impossible truth that a heart as shattered as yours could still be something worth kissing.

damn him for the way his stupidly perfect smile slots between your ribs and into your heart every time he looks at you. those soft brown eyes that don’t just see you, but keep seeing you—past the bloodstains and the body count, through every lie you’ve ever worn like armor. his dark hair spills across the pillow like a piece of the night sky you’re allowed to touch, and isn’t that the cruelest joke? that someone made of starlight and second chances would choose to orbit a black hole like you?

damn him most of all for how he loves you. reckless and relentless, like his heart didn’t get the memo that yours is a crime scene. he pours love into you like it’s something you could deserve—overflowing and endless, while all you can give back are jagged pieces and residues of warmth and love, scraped raw from the ruins of you and in-between the cracks of your broken heart.

and the worst part? you’d let him ruin you like this forever.

(≧∇≦)ﾉ☆

it’s 2 AM, that cursed hour your body insists on waking to like clockwork, some leftover survival instinct from a life that demanded you sleep with one eye open. but tonight, the reason you’re awake is softer. warmer. mark’s chest rises and falls beneath your cheek, his breath steady as a metronome. you push up on one elbow, slow and careful, just enough to see his face in the blue-dark of the living room—all the daylight tension smoothed out of his features, his lips slightly parted, his stupidly long lashes casting shadows on his cheeks.

you stay like that, frozen in the quiet, staring with the kind of naked devotion that would’ve made your younger self sneer. pathetic, he’d have said. weak. but here, now, with no one to witness except the moon through the curtains, you let yourself look. let yourself want. your fingers itch to touch, so you do—trailing through his hair like you’re mapping the shape of something holy. his strands are stupidly soft between your calloused fingers, and when he sighs in his sleep, nuzzling unconsciously into your palm, your chest does something embarrassing.

you’re so fucked.

you should stop. you don’t. minutes stretch like taffy, sticky-sweet and endless, your thumb brushing his temple, the shell of his ear, the dip behind his jaw. you’re a thief memorizing the contours of a treasure you’ll never deserve. mark shifts, and for a heartbeat you think you’ve woken him—but no, he just turns his face into your wrist, his lips grazing your pulse point like an accidental kiss.

then his eyes flutter open.

and god, the way he looks at you—like you’re the first thing he wants to see every morning for the rest of his life, like he’s already dreaming and you’re the best part. his groggy smile is a knife between your ribs.

"morning, sleeping beauty," you murmur, your voice rough with something too close to worship. your fingers don’t stop moving through his hair, even as his arms tighten around you, pulling you down until your foreheads touch.

"what time is it?" he slurs, already half-asleep again.

you press a silent kiss to the corner of his mouth. "you don’t need to know." your hand slides down to cover his eyes, playful. "just... go back to sleep."

"no, no... it’s fine." mark’s voice is still thick with sleep, but his grip on your wrist is sure as he pulls your palm to his lips, pressing a kiss to the scar that cuts across it—the one you got the night you two met, back when you still pretended you weren’t impressed by him. he pushes up onto his elbows, his hair sticking up in every direction, and kisses your forehead like it’s a habit. "i know you wanna go for a ride. i’ll come with you."

and fuck. you’ve spent your whole life being looked at, not seen—except by him. your breath stutters, eyes wide as you stare at him like he’s just peeled back your ribs and counted every broken piece. what did i ever do to deserve you? you don’t say it, but your face must scream it, because mark just laughs softly, already tugging you off the couch with that stupidly chivalrous "up you go" grip he’s had since day one.

a year together, and it still hits you like a sucker punch: how easy this is for him. how he knows you better than you know yourself—knows that when the nightmares or the restlessness claw at you, your first instinct isn’t to talk, or fight, or drink. it’s to vanish into the city’s veins on your bike, let the wind rip the thoughts right out of your skull. and mark? he doesn’t ask. doesn’t lecture. just straps on his helmet like it’s the most natural thing in the world to chase your demons at 2 am.

"you’re buying the coffee after," you grumble, shoving his shoulder as you grab your keys off the counter.

mark grins, already toeing on his sneakers like a man who’s done this a hundred times. (he has.) "uh-huh. and you’re not gonna speed just to feel me cling to you like a scared koala."

"no promises, grayson."

wow. 2.3k words of pure sleep-deprived brainrot (are you sure?) at 2 am and somehow... it worked? i was absolutely COOKING while listening to "soft spot" by keshi on repeat - that song basically soundtracks the whole couch scene so please go give it a listen! we all deserve this exact brand of tender love in our lives (manifesting it right now for all of us) cause we know we all need that inVINCIDIH-

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pick one of these for a long fic (drafted + proofread, probs gonna at least take me a week) (it just has to have smut bc i am motivated by spite and horniness only)

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HIIII ITS ME AGAAINNN!!!! How are your finals going? I graduated last year and can’t say I miss them lol anyway no request from me just wanted to know how ur doing :3

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aww hi! its my mid terms i literally just gone done with my first and i feel awful and uncertain about it lol i can only hope to pass

i unfortunately wont be done in 4th grade (im in 3rd (2nd semester) rn) bc i want to be a professor i have to do 2 more years (someone help)

but yeah, i think ill be fine, theres finals anyways....... (trying to soothe myself)

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Now that I have ur permission to request, I was wondering if it could be a batfam/invincible x magical boy reader (magical boys are just magical girls but dudes) it can be headcanons or a small drabble, doesn't matter!

(Anyway I'll be waiting in the basement 🕶🦯)

𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐚𝐦/𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐱 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

A/N: doing both because I love them both!

BATFAMILY—

If reader/you were to say the spells out loud, the family would try to see if you can try to do them some other way for your safety. If it’s not possible, than maybe how about you say the spells softly low

Your own batfamily suit is so cool! It has back up weapon that holds your magic incase your magical weapon snaps and have it regenerate, so it’s a win win that Bruce is considerate 

Bruce, the man himself sees you as a son. So of course expect a little bit of bossiness and control about where you go, what you eat, and how your performance is with missons

Although, Bruce is amazed by your abilities, especially your spells. He’ll test how much you know about your spells and analyze what each can do be helpful during serious things.

Lastly, he’s a good guy that makes sure you also have a good “normal” life outside of your magical business.

Jason is the type of guy to ask for you do a magic trick, and it literally the most classic “magic” trick in the world as you make an apple disappear or maybe pull a bunny out of no where.

Course zatanna and you are best friends! You both are different kind of magic users but are still powerful. Zatanna is mostly shocked that you are.. a magical boy.. cause like she never heard of that before so of course she is interested in you (platonic ofc)

And Raven? She’s chill about it! You could be doing something by her as you hum whilst she meditates to keep her powers in control

If you were the kind of magical boy to be like “i honestly wants this shit to be done” with a quick transformation of your outfit and immediately one shooting an enemy.. any one around the radius would be shocked to see that

Dick is literally the same as Jason, “do a magic trick!” He exclaims as he sits on the couch and watches you sighed in an annoyance as you pulled a quarter from his ear out of pity

He fakes shock before clapping his hands as he just kept that stupid grin on his face. But other than that, he at least supports of you if you do wanna be a at a kid’s party to show off your own tricks.

Dick always shows you designs of his own about your magical boy outfit, honestly is your number one supporter

Tim side eyes you everytime you transform cause it’s so dramatic, like bro is holding his staff as he just stares at the glowing light blinding his eyes. But either wise, he would just use that blinding light to “STRIKEE!!” a hoe when the foe is stricken by your glowing body

Tim using you as a glow stick, or maybe your wand as you run up and smack his head as he uses it during a power outage

You and tim are an odd duo that don’t be around each other as much, but always make things work with duo combos

Damian pitys you due to how he sees your whole being as pathetic, that was til you hit killer croc with the hardest beaming blast of his life

Soon he magically clings to you like a black cat that doesn’t like anyone but you, he literally tugs on your clothing to show you some drawings of you in a sparkling aura having your magical weapon

Shows Jon you, and Jon starts to fanboy over you whilst you have two young child just gushing over how cool you are to them now.

It’s a shocker really

INVINCIBLE—

Honestly, you’re in teen team, there’s so many coool people with such cool powers! And then there’s you in your “magical” outfit as Rex makes fun of you. Saying how “girlish” you seem whilst Eve and mark try to comfort you.

Rex was soon turned into a frog, smirking as he croaks in distress.

Rex never doubted you again, but after the whole shot in the head gig happened, he was one of the dudes that just got along with you. “Oh that guy? Yeah he can make you shit sparkles, watch out.”

If you had a magical weapon that helps along with your magical boy persona, you can bet mark is swooping in as you yelled in anger about your broken weapon that will have to regenerate in 24 hours now

Mark and the others, mostly mark, scolds you for relying on some “stupid” staff

Eve being your best girl friend as you both hang out, mark is a great guy. He would always make sure you’re okay, and always see what kinda other spells you can do.

If your magical boy transformation changed your whole appearance like hair, eyes, or just like height, the team will be shocked when you’re out of your appearance and look so… normal.

You’re more of a support than on the team, sure you can fight and handle battles with those deadly or passive attack spells, but you’re on the sideline of things

Debbie wasn’t sure about some magic boy in her house, but seeing how Oliver likes you and mark loves you around. She invites you at any chance for dinner

Meanwhile Cecil has plans for if you turn against him, of course if you went rouge and not just “hey, I quit.” Type of against him ofc

Either way. You and Oliver are such gremlins

“Can you turn mark into a frog?” Is what Oliver asked you the first moment you told him how you turned rex into one.

Chasing mark with Oliver was fun!

Eve finds it so funny when you turn any guy trying to harass her into a horse , just to actually call them a horse face.

Imagine mark watching your transformation and just clapping supportively as you flex off your new “hero” costume

The variants, they stare at you weird. You don’t exist in any of their worlds. You’re an anomaly, something that shouldn’t be alive, something that shouldn’t even breathe when you blast one variant from you with a beam that actually hurts him. And he’s supposed to be… invincible.

THANKS FOR READING!!

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nsfw

mark grayson with nipple piercings..thanks to his viltrumite body, healing process didn't even take a week. he thought he might've lost all sensation on them afterwards, or at least expected them to be more insensitive. however,

they are... even more sensitive now. as evident by the way he's crying, whining and gripping your shirt so hard he's seconds away from ripping it off as you have him on your lap, one hand on his back the other teasing his slit as pre-cum practically drools out of his sensitive dick with every lick and suck on his now sensitive nipples.

his back arches as your thumb closes his slit, crying out your name as his dick spills even more cum onto your thumb. your mouth finally leaves his nipple and you feel him shudder at the loss of contact, you look down at him, he looks like a mess. eyes watery, lips all red and puffy, tears running down his cheeks, oh he looked perfect.

he let out a breath when your mouth moved to his neck, then a whimper when your hand went to pinch one of his nipples, arching his back impossibly closer to you as you cooed at him, "aw, are you sensitive baby?" he could only groan at your teasing as his dick throbbed at your tone of voice.

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I miss William 💔

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i know i dont really talk on here but if you guys could, please do answer this for me:

would you guys like longer and more fleshed out fics that i'll put out maybe once or twice a month or keep going with my usual format of just winding down?

im sorry to say i dont really have an in between for this as 1. unmedicated adhd 2. my major in uni is really demanding

id love to hear your thoughts, it will tell me which direction i should take this blog to. i have had a few writing accounts for a few fandoms where i just left because im such a perfectionist, insecure about my own works (working on that), and i love invincible especially mark so so much (i've seriously never had a hyperfixation this deep) that i dont want it to happen to this account.

so yeah, would love ur answers to my question, thank you and sorry for my rambling

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neighbor (yandere ish) mark just watching your window to have a chance at seeing your naked form again. the first time, he'd just came back from hero business, his whole body aching and his eyes just unfocusedly looking through his windows, then, he saw you.

the tiny towel not helping you cover the areas that it needs to cover most, water dripping all over your body hitting just the right places and making him hard just by the sight of you.

did he end up with his dick in his hand, whining so pathetically he couldn't recognize his own voice? yes. did he end up cumming wayyy too soon just from imagining that it was your hand wrapped around his dick instead, just from imagining how you'd suck on the tip and look up at him with those gorgeous eyes? also yes.

he just has to have you, he really does.

and he doesn't know just how much patience is left within him anymore.

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Can I request holding Jason Todd in my arms and kissing his forehead and treating him so nice 😊 (Male reader)

jason todd x male!reader (can be red as gn! reader too i think)

a/n: i cant tell u how happy i am at this request, jason's my fave. having said that, its my first time writing for him ! breaking the conquest streak for my man my maaaann

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it usually happens at night, when you're almost asleep, you hear his footsteps, only because he wants you to hear them. he trusts you enough to reveal whenever he's home, he trusts you enough to slip under the covers and wait until you open one eye with a soft smile and embrace him whole. he breathes out into your shoulder as you press your body onto his, yours so warm and inviting, his cold and so, so needy for your warmth. he shudders as your hands find his nape, scratching the hair there as he groans softly, softening in your hold.

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the first time you ever kissed his forehead and temple was when he came home, covered in blood, it was the first time he was ever late than the time he told you he'd be back home. oh you looked so worried, tears stinging your eyes as you ran to him with your now wobbly legs, "oh my god, todd, i was so worried, you... you're okay, oh thank god," you hugged him and brought him closer to you, your head pressing to his neck, he could feel the tears finally flowing.

his heart squeezed itself so hard he thought it was going to burst right then and there. he gently took your head in his palm and looked into your eyes with as much courage as he could muster, "hey, im okay its- im sorry, for being late i-" he was cut short when you pressed a kiss on his temple. warmth seeped under his skin, "i was so worried," you said, then you looked into his eyes and took his face in both of your hands, he felt like he stopped breathing.

you then gently brought his head down to press a warm kiss on his forehead and he hugged you tight, his fingers clinging to your shirt as your touch and voice comforted him.

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the first time you kissed his knuckles was when you both just bought and made some noodles from 7-11, it was 7 pm and the restaurant that was supposed to be the place for your 3rd date was blown up by some villain and he had to take care of it quickly. he protected you with everything he had, like you were his lifeline, his hands gripped your body so tight you thought you would pop. now here you were, sitting on a bench, eating 7-11 noodles, his jacket on your shoulders (no matter your height and weight, have u seen how bulky this man is) and watching the sea. out of the corner of your eye, you noticed his hands trying to touch you...somewhere but too hesitant to pull through with it.

you put the finished cup noodles down on the concrete as your hand found his, he had already finished his meal, his hands fiddling a bit now still as can be as your hands found his.

you looked up at him, "can i?" he shook his head, "they're covered in blood," a soft smile captured your pretty lips, "but they protected me, yes?" his eyes widened just enough for you to notice, his brows furrowed and finally he let you hold his hands.

your touch sending sparks and daggers into his heart as your thumb stroked his knuckles. his heart stilled as he watched you press your lips on his bloody hands, his breath still, the moment going by slow motion, his brain capturing every little detail and every little nerve you set on fire with such a simple gesture. "you're gorgeous, todd."

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the first time he kissed your eyelids was when you two had your first movie night at your place. the movie had you so moved that you couldn't help but start crying, jason panicked at first before you let him know it was just the movie. but, you there, just sniffling and crying made it feel like his chest was caving in on itself.

so he cupped your head with his palms and kissed your tears away, those lips that threathened criminals, gave out death sentences to the wretched of gotham, so soft and tender pressing onto your skin. your hands found his wrists, feeling him shaking under your touch a little bit. initiating like this was a big step for him, and he did it for you.

[oystermark]

Ok so it's so hot to imagine conquest being domesticated. Imagine coming home from a long day of work to your giant husband then going at it like rabbits 🥰 or you can flip it so he's coming home to his sweet little human. I just need more conquest. GN reader if possible? Ty so much if you do this 😭 i went through the entire conquest tag so fast it's not even funny

conquest x gn!reader (headcanons)

a/n: big cat lol sorry if its short aa

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he loves the smell of your cooking, even if its not something hes ever eaten before, it smells so, so warm that it makes his heart squeeze in a weird way that he has yet to process.

he loves it when you feed it to him too, sitting on his lap, your face kind and your hands so weak compared to his and yet, those hands could make or break him. your fragile fingers on his head, his chin, scratching him like he's some big cat- you discovered that viltrumites could purr.

sometimes you two go shopping to various planets, your ride? him of course. you hate the plain white going on all around viltrumite and want something else? get on his arms, he's flying you to everywhere you want.

if you have some kind of plant based power, he loves watching a flower so foreign yet so beautiful sprout from your hands. looking from the outside, someone might think hes annoyed, but hes genuinely so enamoured with you it always takes so much self restraint to not pounce on you whenever you do cute shit like this.

likes you best when you're naked, you look fucking gorgeous, why not show it off to him at home? though if anyone dares to peek on Conquest's toy, he'll have their head. "you should be naked," "...why?" "i just like looking at you," you give him a pointed look, "and it gets me hard," you sigh.

you guys cuddle like, a lot. anything and everything is an excuse to be in your arms, actually a little spoon. well, as little as he can be next to you. you do your part well though, wrapping your limbs around him all protectively like an octopus, its so adorable.

he nibbles on you, a lot. like a lot. your cheeks, your ass cheeks, your thighs, your tummy, your arms, even your fingers. just loves the way you taste, take that however you will.

[oystermark]

Can I request a size difference for trans masc reader and conquest? Like the reader and him fight, and the reader loses so conquest takes him as if he's prize. Like full Nelson type shit. Has reader sobbing from overstimulation and gets him to squet or something.

conquest x tmasc!reader

a/n: im gonna try to keep these short and sweet since im doing a conquest marathon of sorts for today! ! tysm for ur request, im taking nsfw conquest reqs 'till april 5th!

cw: conquest himself, readers genitals are referred as 'clit, cervix, hole' ,dubious consent from the reader, conquest just bullying the poor reader</3 not proofread

yeah no, you were a fucking dumbass. what the hell were you, a rookie healer at best, thinking you had anything against a viltrumite? trying to protect civilians like you yourself weren't a bug he is currently stepping on, you can feel your ribs about to break. oh well, at least you saved 3 people, hopefully.

you feel air fill your lungs again so violently fast that you start choking on said air, conquest watching you with an amused smirk on his face. fucking prick.

"you know, i really enjoy toying with your kind,"

he pulls you up with a hold on your neck, the metal pinching your flesh as you hiss, if you thought you were big or small before whether in height, weight or muscle- it doesn't matter, he's just towering over you, he could envelope you with just one arm. you groan when he squeezes the hold he has on your throat to capture your fading attention,

"you make the prettiest fuckin' noises,"

his hand just- rips away the bottom part of your hero suit and you feel air hit your now exposed sex as you start to whimper in fear, you couldn't- speak anymore, you couldn't find your voice. fuck.

he cackles in what you assume is delight for him, its certainly fucking harrowing for you but judging from his reaction he doesn't give a shit whats between those legs of yours, his goals are already set.

"im going to ruin you,"

nsfw

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you cry out pathetically as you feel the tip of his dick hit your cervix again and again, at this point he isn't even thrusting he's drilling his dick into your poor abused cunt, you already came 5 times, your cum coating his dick as he drives that monster in and out of you. you're head and upper back are laid on the concrete while he's holding the rest of your body up with one hand.

"fuck yes, you're so damn tight, can't believe you're still breathing, atta boy,"

he's being genuine and you don't know if that's worse for you, only being able to let out a small gasp as you close your eyes and feel your abdomen tighten, then as if all tension from your body is ripped, you squirt all over his dick that still hasn't stopped thrusting no matter how tight your hole was, and felt your body finally give up and go limp in his hold.

he halted his movements for a few seconds before biting his bottom lip, you could feel his cock stiffen inside you and a strangled sob forced its way from your throat as you felt him coat your walls with so much cum, literally gushing out of your hole. he wanted to see your cum mix with his properly, so he started to pound with as much strength needed to make you lose your mind as his thumb kept flicking your clit.

your hands finally finding enough energy, you brought one of them up in a silent plea as he chuckled at your cute little antics, "aw, want to hold my hand pretty thing?" he took your hand and bit down on one of your fingers to taste your blood as you came with an exhausted groan.

that groan turned into sobbing as you realize his thumb didn't stop its movements on your clit and his dick wasn't letting you go before it emptied into you again, he took in your tear streaked face, your torn hero costume, the blood seeping from your thighs -the cuts he caused looked delicious to him- you looked... delicious, gorgeous, everything he wanted from his future toy.

he finally set you hips down on the concrete, just to force your legs apart even more, planting each hand on the sides of your head, his mouth close to your ear,

"stand still and take it like the good boy you are, we're done when i say we're done, pet."