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[femmeftal]

Hello bestie , wanted to ask if u could do how omni mark and viltrumite mark met their wife reader . She could be a hero , alien or just a regular person. Did she like him at first , how did they feel about her when they first met . The proposal 😍, wedding and never forget the honey moon night . 😉☺️😘

݂ ͡ ☆ be my baby!

⭒ pairings : mark!variants x mantis!reader

warnings : ( reader is a alien whos a hero ) fem body reader, smut, forced marriage

# OMNI-MARK

You and Omni Mark had met through standing known for being mass murderers, no one had expected you to be a killer those sweet innocent eyes with the galaxy in them fooled everyone.

No one knew about your kind not even Cecil, you were an empathic insectoid that was capable of taking over people's emotions which was lethal.

You had tendencies as a celestial hybrid, your father was worse than you thought having tendencies as a killer, and a hunter but you didn't inherit your fathers abilities instead you had your own set of powers that would deem you powerful.

When you had saw Omni-Mark slashing peoples heads off and ripping their bones from out of their place leaving a gory scene, you were amazed something about this made your mouth drool.

You couldn't put your finger on it but something about this feeling was foreign, you weren't an expert at human feelings and continued to dismiss it obviously that wasn’t enough.

Your antennas jumped when you saw the taller muscular male approach you, he was hovering up into the air with his arms crossed into his chest.

“ who are you. “ his tone was cold and demanded to know what you were and WHO you were since in the hero industry you were not that famous.

“ oh.. I am uh i’m Y/N “ Your innocent smile and the thoughts that ran through your sick mind were unbelievable, imagining stuff not a normal human would imagine but you were not human.

“ I cannot help but to see you kill those Heros, it was such a satisfaction to see and view “ The power balance between you both were thick, being on your knees in front of him drooling like crazy like a crazy pervert peeking at someone's panties, the look on Mark’s face was priceless.

When he had first saw your face when you were on your knees, something in him told you were the one, the one to boss around, the one to command your hand in marriage and you’d say yes like the gullible alien you were he’d thought.

and so he did, demanded your hand in marriage telling you how he needed a little pet following him around with powers like yours to fill in his voids, telling you how you did not have a say in what he said so when he saw the love drunk smile on your face he stiffly rubbed the back of your head.

Helping Mark during the war to emotionally damage many enemies, healing mark while convincing the good guys to give up and commit suicide to make Mark’s job easier in this war.

Rewarding you with either a praise or a sloppy kiss on your forehead, telling you once you guys had gotten back to your worlds he’d treat you good.

So when you and Mark got back to your dimension he bounced on you, taking your sloppy cunt in the middle of the destroyed road. your loud squeaky moans made it harder for him to not shove his whole cock deep into you, but luckily for you he had composure like any other human.

Of course you and him have done it before, he always told you it was for him to release his stress so he wouldn’t hurt you during his mood swings.

But this time he told you it was special, it was a certain things that human had did when they were married. Your very first honeymoon on the streets and it was amazing, the deep thrusts hitting your spongey G spot and almost inserting into your womb. Every pained moan was always a pleasurable one, the grip on the back of your neck was Mark telling you to hush it and take it like he had always taught you to. It was so hard to take

your master, especially if his thrusts were rough and slow. only time he had jack hammered inside of your walls is when you disobeyed one of his orders and degraded him for it, never again.

Mark’s loud whimpers and groans had echoed through the dark dim street, swearing that his nails would leave a mark from digging into your fragile neck. And all of a sudden your world went blank, the feeling of both of your guys orgasm washing over each other. His balls were emptied into you, three days worth of cum was in your womb that would probably get you pregnant.

# VILTRUM!MARK

You and Viltrumite Mark met when he had taken over the planet you were living on, the loud sirens of alarms telling you that people should start to evacuate to somewhere more safer than what this was, and so you did. Well try to do, but you were pinned down by a Viltrumite, sniffling you’d beg for your mercy kicking underneath the body that was above you. “ stay still woman “ the male viltrumite said, your whimpering and crying had made Mark’s heart melt. eyes squinting from

the tears that were spilling out of your wet eyes, witnessing your planet be destroyed for the one that would carelessly take over it. You couldn’t do anything about this which enraged you so much

It was too bad you were knocked out, head hitting the rough ruined ground. Your vision went straight to black when this had happen it was so quick that you didnt notice the man raise his hand

so when your eyes started to flutter on the white bed that was decorated with pillows, and lace blanket you were confused. Where were you? How did you get here? But you soon realized how you gotten here, soon pulling yourself up despite the agonizing pain in your head from hitting the ground.

Walking to the door you could hear the creaks behind you, the man who kidnapped you and placed you in this white room was right behind you. Not knowing what to do you stupidly turned

around to face the man, he was handsome looking like he had just got out of his shower which is why fog was in the room. The man started to frown “ why are you up, you will need sleep for the ceremony tomorrow. “ you looked

confused “ what ceremony?! let me go at once.. please “ still having kindness in your heart to save yourself from not being killed, looking like you’d

breakdown again if he did try to kill you, “ why would i let my wife leave? “ his voice was sly and questioning as if he wasn’t doing a single thing wrong. When did you become a wife you thought?! HOW did you become a wife

“ i do not want to.. no i dont want to hand you my hand in marriage “ your body would back into the metal like slide door, the technology on this new planet you were settled to was strange to you.

“ You will, for my heir and to populate my planet “ his priority was straight, you hated it. No you hated it and him you couldn’t possible marry the man who had destroyed your home planet as if it was okay just to do so?! frowning harshly you started to spit out degrading words to the male

“ you bastard! you think you can just do this and get away with this you’re a psycho i would never get with a scum like you! “

only if you knew that hours later you’d regret your wording when Mark’s hands were wrapped around your wrists restraining your hands to stop the hitting, he could smell the arousal on his brand new brides sex, the pool between your legs had began to smear on the white sheets.

Dampening them your white fluffy dress was lifted up to reveal so, being forced to not even wear under garments. Mark watched with fascination from your warm pussy pulsing at nothing, if mark knew your kind went into

heat he would’ve taken that to heart so long ago, your reddened face and glowing antennas made your appearance look even sexier. Chest heaving like you were out of breath and thrashing to get away from the male, you didn’t want to admit but you needed this, no you had to have this your heat hurt so much. wanting to be filled your hips unconsciously bucked up, signaling that you did

want this and you weren’t just fighting to be a little stuck up bratty wife, and Mark watched this with amazement remembering the degrading sentence that came out your vocal cords 4 hours

ago, “ dont worry my bride, i’ll take care of this “ him whispering into your earlobe made this worse for you, he was teasing you wasn’t he?

So when Mark’s long slim fingers slithered and sunk into your pussy you calmed down, stopping the thrashing and kicking. Even opening your legs wider to help him finger you better for prepping,

soft mewls and gibberish sentences filled the room just like how his fingers filled your un experienced pussy. Using every trick in the book he knew he had used, curling his fingers to find your g spot, playing with your hardened nipples and twirling your clit with his other fingers.

You were prepared, placing your legs onto his shoulder and swiftly thrusting in. Of course Mark held onto the fat of your thighs, the feeling of your virgin cunt broke him slightly. He never knew someone could be this tight until now, and god he wanted to experience this every single day

your protest went silent on his ears, swaying his hips to make a rhythm that could make your soft moans turn into loud screams. making sure the whole empire heard you getting pounded by Mark.

[wingfleur]

thinking about jason todd leaning down to hear you when you talk.

if i’m being honest, i feel like he does it often. sometimes, it’s because it’s a little too noisy where you’re at, and other times, it’s because you’re a little too soft-spoken, which makes it hard to hear you. overall, it’s because jason is just too damn big for his own good, so, most of the time, he just can’t hear you and has to lean in close so you don’t have to repeat yourself again for a third or fourth time.

it happens like this: he’ll be standing next to you with his arms crossed over his chest, eyes focused raptly on something going on in front of him. maybe it’s the news, maybe it’s a movie being watched on the couch by your friends— whatever it is, jason is locked in, jaw set in concentration as he focuses on what he’s seeing. then, when you quietly add commentary, his brows will twitch and he’ll mindlessly turn his head to the side, prompting you to say whatever you said again. it’s autopilot for jason— like it’s programmed into him already.

he doesn’t move all at once, either. his head turns first, then his body follows, but his eyes? oh, those fall to you last. his pretty blue eyes (that also flicker with this mysterious shade of green sometimes) stay trained on what’s in front of him for a few seconds longer. in comparison to the rest of his body, it’s almost as if they’re on a delay.

it’s only after he mumbles a quiet “hm?” to get you to speak again does he finally look at you, hinged at the hip with that white tuft of hair he has hanging in his face. all he’s met with in return is the lack of an audible response and the sight of you staring up at him in awe, your jaw slack and your eyes wide. whatever you were saying is clearly lost on you now, and jason realizes that, but it’s not a big deal. it would never be a big deal. you’re just nervous, and luckily for him, jason loves making you nervous.

“i didn’t say anything,” you lie unconvincingly, throat hoarse from this sudden bout of dryness that’s seemed to set in. you whip your head back towards the tv and jason snorts at your reaction, standing back up to full height with a cheeky grin plastered across his face.

“yeah, okay,” he replies, doing nothing to hide the amusement in his voice. “whatever helps y’sleep at night.”

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[starlitdwolly]

Here are some resources I found on Pintrest! ^^

Mutal Taggies: @hwizou, @sweetishdoll, @kwunibun, @prismaticvampire

[batsyi]

me scripting that he can't live w/o me, feels incomplete w/o me, fell in love with me at first sight, im the one for him, he's his best when with me, im his last thought when he gts and his first when he wakes up, im the best he's ever had/will have, the thought of us breaking up physically sickens him, absolutely head over heels in love with me, and that we're cosmically intertwined, soulmates, destined/meant to be, soul bonded & endgame

[lvve-talks]

something something... art donaldson eating it over clothes

he's exhausted after a long day of practice or a difficult match and just desperately wants to be in your arms and unwind. curls up with you as you watch tv or something, head nuzzling into your lap. your hand cards through his hair idly, nails softly scraping across his scalp so casually. it could've lulled him to sleep if he wasn't so desperate for you. he presses soft kisses to your thighs, practically burying his face between them until you shift enough to give him room. his gentle kisses to the soft flesh of your thighs turn messier, more intent until he's straight up mouthing at your skin. his teeth nip at the soft skin there until your legs open up even more, the scent of you, the heat of you overwhelming him until his face is just buried right between your thighs, not even bothering with your shorts. his hands knead at your thighs, lazily mouthing at your shorts until they're all sopping wet and it's so much bc it's just not enough. but he's just so lost in it, eyes closed, humming and huffing each time your nails scratch his scalp or he draws another little moan from you. yeah.

[kwilii]

✿‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙° 🎹 , 懐かしい日々 🦷 𓊇ྀི

💮♯ c͟o͟m͟e͟ ͟b͟a͟c͟k͟ ͟t͟o͟ ͟m͟e͟ ⠀ 𖧷 ͙⃜ ུ

[pinkmirth]

thinking about s/o who likes to dress up their vampire bf (yes i'm talking about adrian) and they always make sure that he likes the outfit too. he's just so pretty i can't 🥺

𝜗𝜚 ࣪ ˖ 𓈒 “DOTE” FT. ADRIÁN ‘ALUCARD’ ȚEPEȘ! ⸻ ( 2k+ ) words of ⨾ fluff + suggestive/nsfw, alucard x fem!reader ( black-coded ), canon-divergent, set in the set in the 15th century (1400s), established relationship, lowercase intended, explicit language, minors shoo!

my love letter! ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ oh my goodness luna, i adore this!!! doting on adrian and clothing him sounds like a dream! it’s moving enough for me to want to put it into words . . . i ended up writing this out to be a teensy bit sentimental, if that’s okay! i feel like he’d be hesitant to receive affection but eventually ends up reveling in it because it’s just what he needed! adrian truly deserves some loveee, and i’m here to give it to him >.< please enjoy, and thank you so much for reading! ❤︎

there’s something you and your lover like to call the ‘ echoes, ’ simply put, for any noise that bounces off the walls resounds throughout the entire castle. it’s a reliable system, and adrian’s able to use it to call your attention from anywhere within it.

“darling,” there goes his soothingly silken voice, ringing out all the way from the east wing. at times, you’re amused at how it can reach you from this far. “would you come over and give this a look, please?”

at his plea, you’ll be there. so you settle down the leatherback-book you’d been reading, slinking the pad of your finger beneath a page to fold it by the crisp outer corner.

“coming!”

you’re sure he feels you nearing, courtesy of your shallow-heeled footsteps thudding upon the wine-red shag of his home’s romanian rugs. he acknowledges your presence by swinging open the door to the primary bedroom.

you didn’t think you’d have to tiptoe around mountain-sized heaps of clothing upon entering adrian’s chamber— his closet’s practically ravaged. although, living with a dhampir was never known to be an experience short of surprises.

in the midst of all the madness is where he stands, still adorned in his cream nightgown. he’s got a garment clutched in one hand and a pullover tunic in the other. the subtle veins running along his slender hands makes his grip look exasperated. alucard appears to be having one of those days— where nothing feels just right.

“what’s all this, dear? thought you’d have been dressed by now,” you call out, making your way around a stockpile of trousers to approach him. gently, your delicate hands come to settle upon the broad expanse of his clothed chest. just as he figured it would, your touch immediately soothes him.

the man sighs before he speaks. “i apologize,” adrian peers down at you from where he stands, dropping both items to rest his hands on either side of your hips, “i’ll make sure to clean up afterwards.”

“no worries,” you hum, offering him a warm, sweet smile. when he tends to grow reckless, you know what he needs most is a dash of affection. “you wanted me to take a look at something, yes?”

“i did,” he mumbles, sunny eyes flitting over to his plundered closet, “though now i’m seriously reconsidering every single piece that i own.”

you don’t make a point to say it, but you know it isn’t about the blouses or the pants or any of those things. it’s his mind that tends to run rampant on all that’s been and all he’s lost. at tines, it manifests into agitation, a period of overstimulation where one thing makes him shirk and another gets him withdrawn. despite it all, he’s consoled that you’re here to reel him back in and distract him from himself in that dreamy little way that you do.

“show me the one you were last contemplating on, adrian.” you do it with such ease, pulling him out of his own head and bringing him back into the moment. for a good second, he thinks of just how lucky one man could possibly be.

“go on,” you pat his chest, and his lips flit up into a subtle grin. now more content, adrian scours for it and eventually plucks it off an embroidered chair situated in the corner; only God knows how it got there.

pinched between his index and thumbs, alucard holds up the top, exaggerated sleeves and all, presenting it to you; a simple chestnut colored option that shares the same wood-like hue as the bedpost.

“my twelfth option of the day,” he snidely notes. his sarcasm pries giggle from you. “what do you think, love?”

“it’s quite pretty,” you tilt your head, inspecting the piece with sparkly, concentrated eyes. he admires the way a wispy strand of hair falls along to drape against your face. just precious, he believes.

“it’s a little puffy at the sleeves, though.”

“i knew it,” adrian attests, “this is too . . . flouncy.”

“oh, forget what i said! it’s the perfect amount of flouce.”

“no no, it’s far too much. it’s practically screaming at me.” to that, you chuckle a bit. he can be ever so keen to such minute details.

theatrically, adrian mounts the nearby bed and flops atop the tousled sheets, an exhale leaving the depths of his chest upon impact. “i suppose this is just an ‘only-underwear’ sort of day.” you nearly add that he might as well free himself as a whole and go naked, but the poor man would flush so badly that you choose to refrain.

“you know, adrian,” you scan over his collection, eyeing the finest of silks, puffed shirts and ruffles. his wardrobe practically looks fitting for that of wallachian royalty. “i could make it easy, choose an outfit for you.”

its sudden, how he sits upright and turns to you. his eyes blink just a bit wider, a little slower. alucard’s mouth strikingly quirks upwards in a way that makes you believe he hadn’t been comfortable with the idea— almost as though you’d been meaning to treat him like a child.

“you’d . . . dress me up?”

you retract in the slightest, “only if you’d like. it isn’t a must��”

“please,” he ultimately responds, tone soft and low, “by all means.” it had just been the thought of the sheer intimacy that dazed him. you selecting what would fit him best through your eyes, pulling himself free of his clothes, revealed unto you as you’re dolling him up . . . it all sounds so touching and right now, he wants nothing more.

he can feel palpable relief roll off of you in waves as you beam, “sounds perfect, then.” he calms himself and fixes his countenance, gracing you with a sincere smile. rosy pigment scatters itself upon his face. you catch onto that hopeful glimmer in his eye, one that shows he’s pleased though you can’t quite place it. he’s too softened to say that gratitude has overcome him.

your back is facing him as you rummage around and take your pick, “undress while i put something together, alright?”

“bold request,” adrian characteristically quips. you merely laugh, “you should be bare once i turn around, you hear?”

he hums in acknowledgment, although he opts for tidying up the room first. you can’t see him with your back turned, yet you know he made use of his vampirian speed to grab and fold all his clothes that’d been thrown-askew, including the night attire he’d already been wearing. it amazes you that it only took him a solid eight seconds to complete it all.

“i’m sure that’s convenient,” you muse, turning his way with your selections in hand. alucard’s bare now, adorned in nothing other than his undergarments. a plain and skimpy pair of beige-white breeches shouldn’t excite you so— but god, they hang so low on his hips it’s like they’re barely even there. and how could you possibly ignore the way the cloth clings to his thighs? his arms look strong and coiled like wire, and the chiseled lining of his lean torso is embellished by the fleshy-pink scar that runs past his abdomen all the way up the center of his firm chest.

adrian can only hold your gaze for so long before realizing that you’re drinking him in. consciously, he pivots his head the other way as though to escape it, allowing his lengthy hair to drape down and cover the flushing of his fair cheeks.

you inch up to him, setting the clothes on his bedside. you find his larger hand to interlace with your own, and he only grows redder. there’s an indescribable pride that comes with being capable of riling him up.

“oh, don’t tell me you’re shy,” your hum is sugary like marmalade, “i’ve seen you before . . . you’re beautiful.”

“oh my god,” he whispers, pressing a palm to his heated face. sometimes adrian finds you to be too sweet. he isn’t sure how you haven’t yet succeeded at killing him with all your flattery. he bashfully smiles, cheeks warm as you stand high on your toes to peck them. “you and that mouth of yours.”

“i’ll leave you alone before you overheat,” you tease, halting your affections to return to the task at hand. “you love to toy with me,” he breathes out, and your giggle confirms it. you then display your choices; fitted pants of black leather paired with a warm-tan blouse, one that brings out the shine of his sharp eyes and adds a flush of vitality to his fair skin. interestingly enough, it resembles the color of his golden hair. you’d gone with something similar to his typical style so that he’d feel comfortable wearing it; though you know he’s been rather picky today.

“is it okay?” the way you await his approval makes his heart throb right within his chest. if only you knew that you handpicking anything for him was enough to make him fall in absolute love with it. it had never really been the outfit— he’s sure he just needed you all along.

“more than okay.” he smiles up at you, lips soft and pale-pink. you wonder if you’d end up altering the mood if you leaned down to kiss him. “well chosen, dear.”

“i know just what you like, don’t i?” you sound quite delighted, and it warms him up inside. “but of course. it’s my closet, after all.” the both of you share a knowing laugh that makes you feel so wholesome, so bound. you’ll be sure to commit the feeling to memory.

he then rises to his feet, standing a solid foot above you as he works his way into the bottoms you chose. a pout overtakes you, pretty lips pursed as you whine, “i could’ve done that!”

“you’ll get to fix the blouse. sounds fair, yes?” adrian knows if you were to have worn his pants for him, the hard-on he’d sport would’ve been more than embarrassing. you’ve seen each other vulnerable a good amount of times, and made love even more than what could be counted, but during a moment like this would only sully the mood, he’s sure.

with a hum, you give in. “fine,” your fingers trace against the threading of his shirt, “sit back down for me. you’re too tall for me to dress you from here,” alucard’s always found the contrast in size between the both of you to be endearing, especially whenever you go on to mention it. you’re surprised he decides to choose obedience instead of poking fun. he takes his place upon the bed and makes room for you to settle atop his lap. it’s instinctive, how quickly his hands reach for your waist. he rubs them along the patterning of your corset.

“arms out,” you’re a little less content when his touch leaves you, though you adore how well he listens. you ease the top over his head, onto his arms and finally onto the rest of his frame, tucking away the mussed locks of wavy blonde hair that fall array.

“i’ll brush it out for you later, adri,” you murmur, smoothing down the frizz before bringing your hands to cradle his cheeks. his face looks simply ethereal this close; flawlessly structured, handsome yet elegant. once again, his hands find their rightful place upon your sides. you watch him melt in your very hold when you coo, “my pretty boy.”

he whimpers a lowly call of your name. “thank you . . for all of it.” you know these sort of pocketed moments mean so much to him. his gentle pitch wavers with the subtlest hint of desire; you’d know the sound of it anywhere. still soft-spoken, though the slightest bit deeper. raspier, even. he only reserves such a tone for you.

your response is hushed, just about breathless, “always, adrian.” the pair of you are so close that the straightened tip of his nose grazes against your own. when the tension grows too thick and you can no longer escape his lips reeling you in like magnets, you finally lean into him and let your mouths slot, warmth blooming between you. his lithe fingers roam and you suckle at his bottom lip, prying a soft groan out of him.

alucard kisses you with longing, the span of his fangs subtly clashing against the pearly white of your teeth as he works at prodding his tongue inside, nipping at your lips and tasting of you. he frees out soft, little ‘ i love you ’ amongst all the licking and sucking.

you both wind up toppling down onto the bed, with his back to the mattress and your squished breasts to his heart. making out with a man such as adrian always gets so heavy; you’re panting into each other's mouths, swallowing up the other one’s sounds, and you just can’t seem to help but slowly roll your hips into the stiffness of his crotch. a handful of minutes with him already has you entirely soiled.

“this is becoming something else,” alucard breaks away with a huff, fighting himself not to rip off the clothes you just adorned him in.

but fuck, you aren’t helping. “allow it, then . . .” is your solution, bringing the plush surface of your lips to suckle along his jaw, against the column of his throat, right down his neck . . . no point in refraining now. you eased him of his worries, and he only wants nothing more than to repay you.

“quite a shame, dear.” it truly is— especially considering that you put together such a stylish assortment for him. “now everything must be undone.”

© 𝒫𝐼𝑁𝐾ℳ𝐼𝑅𝑇𝐻! ⸻ all rights reserved! do not steal, plagiarize or repost any of my works. please and thank you! ❤︎

[theobservatory]

i love the way you write about jason, especially in the confession post- can i request jason with a very very talkative SO??

Thank you pookie !! Hopefully I didn't make reader annoying, I kinda based her off myself when I start feeling manic lmaoo, it's the only time I really get talkative IRL so it was kinda all I had to base it on

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Talkative｡⁠.ﾟ★ ˎˊ˗

｡⁠☆Synopsis: a few snapshots of you talking Jason's ear off

｡⁠☆Cw: mention of harassment, inane conversation topics, mention of body horror

You're sitting on the couch. One of Jason's large hands is rubbing little circles on your thigh, the other is holding his phone as he gets as much work done as he can without his computer. He would go get it, but you've already gotten comfortable laying your head on his shoulder.

"So then Alyssa- you remember Alyssa, don't you?" No, he does not. "So Alyssa tells Jackson to go file the rest of the reports, right?"

"Mhm."

"Right, only for him to quit, right on the fucking spot. Like I don't like this job either, but I'm still giving my two weeks because some of us still have courtesy! It's not about the business, it's about our coworkers, our kinda friends who we'd rather not inconvenience because they're pleasant enough, but would never hangout with outside of work. God, he was an asshole anyway."

"I believe it."

"And then- wait oh my God, Jason! I completely forgot to tell you about Anna! The new girl! Turns out she's sleeping with our boss's son!" Oh, that guy he remembers.

"The guy who slapped your ass?" The same one who you said isn't bothering you anymore, and he's trying to trust you, but he doesn't really believe it.

"The one and only." You groan. "Must've moved onto fresh meat, poor Anna. She's a sweet girl y'know?"

"Mhm."

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"Jay."

He grunts, turning over in bed to look at you. Your eyes are wide in the moonlight, not a speck of the sleepiness that was there just a few minutes ago. Jason wishes he could share the sentiment. Frankly, he's exhausted, and he's been looking forward to sleeping all day.

"Do you ever think about the fact that we're all brains puppeting fleshy meat suits? How crazy is that?!"

Jason sighs. Half of his job in your life is to protect you from the horrors of the world, but sometimes he believes you are the horrors in question. Not that he minds. You can be a worm and he would love you all the same.

"Baby, go to sleep."

"But Jay, I can't stop thinking about it! We're just a bunch of nerves disguised by a vaguely animal flesh bag and-"

He presses a gentle kiss to your lips before pulling you into his chest.

"Sleep." He grunts again.

You laugh. "Okay."

The blissful silence doesn't last long.

"Jay?"

"Yes, nuisance who won't go to sleep?"

"Rude. I just wanted to tell you that you're my favorite meat puppet in the world, but maybe I take it back now."

"I'm okay with that."

"Jason!" You pinch his arm.

"If I tell you you're my favorite puppet will you go to sleep?"

"Yes."

"Then you're my favorite." Quieter he mumbles, "for some fucking reason."

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"Okay, now the recipe requires two eggs, a cup of water, and vegetable oil. Can you grab the eggs out the fridge for me."

"I got it."

"Thanks. Did you know my mom wanted to raise chickens when we were kids, even though I've never lived on a farm? Plus, I don't even like chickens, they're like tiny predators! If I had to-"

"Sweetheart, mix the eggs."

"Oh, right. If I had to choose between fighting one chicken sized horse, or one horse sized chicken, I would choose the horse every time!"

"Mhm."

"Well, I'm still biased because I like horses, but still! I don't know, maybe I should use the analogy with a wolf, because I'm still choosing the wolf every time."

"The next step?"

"Mix wet and dry ingredients together. Actually, while we're on the topic-"

New blog theme new me, y'all. Do we like it ? I made almost all the dividers myself (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

Not proofread as usual, posting this right before bed so I'll see y'all in the morning. I have a post about baby names ready for tomorrow, so look forward to that, and PLEASE give me your input I don't wanna give them dumb names 😔💔

｡⁠☆Requests Open...?

[lascvitae]

loser subby jimin pleaseeee

reader does not have to be mean but jimin begs

EARNED IT ✵ YU JIMIN.

❀ ༉ ‧ ₊ ˚ alt. SO IMA CARE FOR YOU, YOU, YOU

ᝰ.ᐟ you didn’t expect karina to text you after that night. but she did. and now you’re in her apartment again.

ᝰ.ᐟ pairing. nerd g!p!karina x fem!reader ᝰ.ᐟ genre. smut (18+) it’s the same au as fantasize ᝰ.ᐟ warning(s). mention of weed, cursing, dom!reader, pet names (baby), cunnilingus, creampie (wrap it fore you tap it), fingering, praise & degradation, begging, choking, face riding.

ᝰ.ᐟ katty i got like two other asks with a request like this 😪 also i hate using the word cock sm idk why

ᝰ.ᐟ wc 3.3k

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YOU DIDN'T EXPECT JIMIN TO message you. not because you thought she would regret it — if anything, you were the one who should have. getting high at aeri’s place and letting things unfold the way they did wasn’t your plan, as if you didn’t spend the entire semester tormenting her over one stupid test grade.

but you don’t regret it. not really.

you just didn’t think she’d be the one to reach out first.

jimin

hey

wanna hang out?

no emojis. no explanation. just that. like she wasn’t still fresh in your memory. you didn’t answer right away. you waited until twenty minutes later.

you

sure

your place?

now here you are. her door opens before you can knock.

she looks like she tried really hard not to try too hard — gray sweatpants and a random tank top. her glasses are sliding down her nose and her hair’s up but messy. she’s chewing on the inside of her cheek.

you raise an eyebrow. “hi.”

“hey. come in.” she says quickly, like she practiced it.

the place smells like weed and lavender laundry detergent. textbooks are piled on her desk and there’s a hoodie slung over the back of her chair.

“didn’t think you’d actually text me.” you say.

jimin frowns. “why not?”

you shrug, taking your time. “figured you’d be embarrassed.”

she opens her mouth like she’s about to argue — then closes it. her cheeks flush pink.

“i’m not.” she mumbles.

“sure.”

“i’m not!” she insists, voice cracking just slightly. “i just— i thought it would be chill. like, normal.”

you glance at her bed. then back to her. “this is your idea of normal?”

she panics. “i didn’t mean like— that. i just thought we could hang out. talk. watch something.”

“you want to watch a movie?” you ask.

“yes.”

“and you want to talk.”

“yes.”

you look at her. she looks at the floor.

“you invited me over just to hang out.” you repeat.

she nods quickly. “yeah.”

you let the silence stretch a moment too long. then you take a step closer.

“you’re hard, aren’t you?”

her breath catches. “n-no.”

you tilt your head. “you sure?”

she goes very still. you take another step. fingers brushing her waistband. “you invited me over just to hang out.” you echo right against her ear, softer this time.

she shudders. doesn’t answer.

you smile. “liar.”

jimin flinches like you’ve read her mind — which, to be fair, you have. but before you can push more, she blurts out. “movie. let’s pick a movie.”

you don’t know how you ended up cuddling. jimin’s bed is warm and she’s even warmer, wrapped around you under the blanket like she’s trying to fuse your bodies together.

some movie’s playing quietly on her laptop, half forgotten. it’s the kind of comfort film that she’s seen a dozen times. you’re curled up with your back to her chest, her arm draped lazily over your stomach. you can feel her breathing slow and steady against your neck.

you sigh, relaxed and content. “you watching?”

“mhm.” she lies, nose brushing your shoulder.

but her fingers haven’t moved from where they’re resting, just above the hem of your oversized shirt, and you can feel her staring. not at the screen, but down your body. you’re not even wearing anything scandalous, just a loose top and a pair of shorts.

she hasn’t moved in a while.

not really.

her hand is now resting innocently on your stomach, just beneath the hem of your shirt. but it keeps twitching. every time you shift, breathe, or stretch just a little, her fingers twitch. like she’s fighting the urge to grab.

“jimin?”

“yeah?”

“you good?” you murmur.

jimin hums. “mhm.”

“you sure?”

her nose brushes your shoulder. “you’re just… distracting.”

you let the silence stretch before shifting slightly, letting the thin fabric of your shorts ride higher on your hips. “am i?”

you don’t have to look. you can feel the way she stiffens.

“wanna tell me what exactly is so distracting, jimin?”

her fingers flex against your stomach. “you’re wearing those shorts.”

you glance down at your thighs, feigning innocence. “you don’t like them?”

“i love them. i love everything you wear. i just—“ she mumbles, voice going soft. “i can’t stop thinking about what’s under them.”

you finally turn around to face her. she’s looking at you like you’re already undressed, eyes low and dazed, lip caught between her teeth.

“say that again?” you tease.

she flushes. “i said i can’t stop thinking about you.”

you tilt your head. “and what do you want to do about it?”

“i…” her voice falters. then she swallows. “can i touch you? please?”

your lips curve slowly. there’s something about the way she asks— please.

“touch me where, baby?” you ask, voice low.

jimin’s breath hitches. her hand on your stomach is shaking slightly now, fingers flexing against your skin like she doesn’t trust herself to not be greedy.

“anywhere you’ll let me. please.” she whispers.

you smile, leaning in to press a kiss to her jaw. “that desperate already?”

“i know. i’ve been thinking about it all day.” she whines quietly. like it’s your fault she’s like this.

you press your body closer against hers and she gasps when she feels how warm you are. how little you’re wearing underneath those shorts she can’t stop staring at.

“go on, then. show me how much you want it.” you murmur.

she doesn’t waste a second. her hand dips lower, trembling slightly as she slides it beneath your shorts. she brushes over the lace of your underwear and whimpers.

you laugh softly against her neck. “yeah? you like the lace?”

“i love it. you wore these on purpose, didn’t you?” she breathes.

you hum in amusement. “what if i did?”

jimin’s fingers graze against your clothed heat and the sound she makes is barely a sound at all.

“fuck.” she whispers.

you shift slightly, enough to grind into her hand.

“please, y/n.”

you hum, grabbing her wrist and guiding her even further. she sucks in a breath as your wetness coats her fingers, riding them slowly. “is this what you wanted?”

she looked up at you, pressing her hand into you more. “n-no, i— i need more…”

you pouted mockingly at her tone. “what do you need, baby? tell me.”

her breath catches. “i… can i use my mouth? please?”

you tilt your head. “use your mouth how?”

she whimpers. “i wanna taste you. please— wanna make you feel good. been thinking about it all day.”

you brush your thumb across her cheek, letting the moment stretch as she looks up at you from in between your thighs.

“you’re already begging, baby. so needy tonight.” you mumble.

“i can’t help it. you make me like this.” she nuzzled into your palm.

you tangle your fingers in her hair and lean back, spreading your knees just enough to make her breath stutter. she settles between them, hands on your thighs, waiting. she’s flushed everywhere, chest rising and falling in shallow breaths.

“go on then. you wanna taste me?” your voice is soft but firm.

her fingers twitch as she slowly slides them up your thighs, like she’s scared to move too fast and lose the moment. she kisses just above your knee first, then again, higher this time.

you tilt her chin up to look at you. “you that desperate?”

she nods quickly, biting her lip. you drag her hand up your body and slip it beneath your shirt, over bare skin. her breath catches when she feels how warm you are, fingers splaying across your stomach.

you brush her hair away from her face. “you’ve been like this since i walked in, haven’t you?”

jimin nods, mouth falling open just slightly. “since before that.”

you raise an eyebrow. “before?”

she nodded. “i— i touch myself to you.”

your grin is wicked and slow. you already knew, but there was something about the way that she said it. “do you?”

she nods again and this time her hands tighten on your waist. “can’t help it. you’re just— fuck, please let me taste you. i need it.”

you shift slightly, one hand cradling the back of her head. she takes it as a yes and obeys instantly, tugging your shorts down. she tugs on the hem of your panties, biting her bottom lip as her mouth watered. she looked up at you for permission, mouth hovering over the fabric. the moment your lips twitch into a small smirk, she leans in.

her tongue licks a stripe up your clothed cunt, groaning to herself before pulling the lace panties down with her teeth. her mouth opens as soon as you’re bare in front of her, eyes fluttering like the sight alone makes her dizzy.

“god, you’re so wet. i love these... fuck, let me—“ she breathes.

you guide her forward with the lightest pressure and she dives in.

she’s needy — messy, greedy, moaning into your skin like she’s been starving for days. her tongue works in desperate circles, hands clutching your thighs like she’s afraid that you might disappear.

you keep your voice low and steady. “that’s it, baby. just like that.”

she moans in response, hips subtly grinding against the mattress as she chases friction she’s too shy to ask for.

“is that how you do it when you’re alone? thinking about me while you fuck your hand?” you whisper.

she whimpers into your core, the sound pure hunger.

“look at you. such a mess. all for me.” you murmur.

when you pull her hair back gently so you can see her face, she gasps. her lips are glossy and her chin is soaked.

“please— please ride my face… i need to feel you like that.” she says.

you hum, slow and satisfied. “you want me to sit on your face?”

jimin nods frantically, still catching her breath. “yes, please. i want it so bad. i want you to use me."

you raise an eyebrow, loving the way her voice cracks. “use you?”

she swallows hard, face flushed, eyes pleading. “i’ll be good— i won’t stop until you’re done.”

you gently push her onto her back and swing one leg over her chest, thighs on each side of her face. she stares up at you like you’re divine, like she doesn’t know where to look first — your dripping cunt, your chest, or the curve of your hips above her.

“don’t tease, baby. please let me—“ she whimpers.

you lower yourself slowly, watching her eyes flutter shut the moment your heat grazes her lips. the second you sit fully on her face, she moans like she’s the one being fucked.

“god, jimin. your mouth…” you groan, threading your fingers through her hair.

she sucks your clit into her mouth with a hunger that’s almost overwhelming, tongue flicking and flattening, alternating between slow licks and messy, frantic ones. it’s uncoordinated and desperate, but that’s what makes it good. she’s not trying to perform. she’s just starving for you.

“you’re so pathetic. all i did was sit on your face and you’re already whining.” you murmur, running your fingers through her hair.

her moan vibrates against you and your hips twitch in response. you grind slowly against her mouth, rolling your hips in circles as you keep your eyes locked on hers.

“like that, baby. fuck, your tongue feels so good— you’re so messy for me.”

she whines into you, tongue pushing deeper and the vibrations shoot straight up your spine.

you don’t even realize how loud you’re being until she moans louder in return, hips shifting under you as if she’s chasing her own pleasure while drowning in yours.

“you love this, don’t you? love being used like this.” you gasp, tugging her hair when her tongue circles your clit just right.

jimin’s hands slide up your thighs to grip your ass, holding you tighter against her face like she never wants to come up. you grind harder, more deliberate now, using her mouth just like she begged you to.

she’s soaked beneath her sweats — you can feel it. she’s probably leaking down her thigh from how hard she’s grinding into the mattress.

“such a good girl. so desperate to please me.” you gasp. she groans in response, eyes rolling back when you tug her hair harder and press yourself down a little more.

“fuck, jimin— i’m so close— gonna cum on your pretty face— don’t stop— don’t stop—” your thighs start to shake, rhythm turning frenzied. she’s making the filthiest sounds between your legs and you can’t stop — won’t stop — until your orgasm rips through you, loud and messy.

you cum with a cry, hips shaking as you ride her face through it, thighs clamping around her head. she moans, devouring every drop and licking you through every shake.

you collapse forward onto the mattress, panting and flushed before slipping off her face with shaky legs. she’s dazed, face flushed and lips wet with your slick.

she keeps going, licking you through it even when your hips twitch and you gasp her name like it’s the only word you know.

“fuck, jimin.” you breathe.

“did… did i do good?”

you don’t answer right away — still breathless, thighs trembling, body heavy with the aftershocks of pleasure. jimin’s eyes are wide and starry like she’s never seen anything so beautiful in her life.

“you did perfect, baby. so good for me.” you murmur, pressing a soft kiss to forehead.

she whines softly, leaning into your touch like she’s aching for more even now. your thumb grazes her jaw and she turns into it, pressing a kiss there, needy and tender. and then another. and another. she kisses up your arm, your wrist, anywhere she can reach. like she’s trying to worship you with her mouth.

“need you. please… want you to ride me.” she whispers against your skin.

you pause, eyes dropping to the outline of her length beneath her sweats — straining and twitching slightly. “you’re so hard.”

she nods, shame and desperation in her voice. “since you got on top of me. couldn’t help it.”

your smirk is slow. satisfied. “so greedy.”

you lean down to kiss her, messy and deep, tongue pushing past her lips before she can say anything else. her hands find your hips again but she doesn’t dare take more than you give. she just whimpers into the kiss like she’s falling apart.

“take it off. let me see how much you want it.” you murmur against her lips, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of her sweats.

she obeys instantly, pushing her pants down with trembling hands. her cock bounces free, thick and slick with precum at the tip. she gasps when your fingers wrap around it and you stroke it slowly, watching her eyes flutter shut.

“you this desperate just from eating me out?” you tease.

“you taste so fucking good. could cum from just that.” she breathes, voice cracked.

you hum, straddling her hips, cunt bare and still dripping from the high that she gave you. when you drag the head of her cock through your folds, she chokes on her breath, hips jerking beneath you. you tease by grinding down on her length but not sinking down on her yet.

you run your fingers slowly down her chest, watch the way her stomach jump under your touch.

“jimin. look at you.” you murmur.

her eyes flutter open. barely. they’re hazy. “i— i can’t. you’re too pretty.“ she breathes.

you tilt your head. “mhm?”

she nods frantically, pupils blown wide. “yes. yes, please. i’ll be good. i’ll let you use me however you want, i just— i need you. need to feel how tight you are.”

you reach down and grip her cock, guiding it slowly to your entrance. her breath catches, chest heaving as you tease the tip against your folds.

“that what you want, baby? want to be inside me?” you whisper.

she nods desperately while whimpering. “yes— it’s yours. all yours. fuck— please ride me. i need you.”

you sink down in one smooth motion and jimin’s head hits the headboard with a loud thud as a strangled moan leaves her throat.

“fuuuck— oh my god— you’re so tight.” her hands shoot to your waist, gripping tight.

you start slow. each grind of your hips has her moaning helplessly, voice high and wrecked. her cock is thick and twitching inside you, and the second you roll your hips again she whimpers.

“like it when i ride you?” you purr, nails dragging lightly across her chest.

“yesyes— love it when it’s you.”

“you’re so fucking pretty.” you murmur.

she shivers. “can you say that again?”

“you’re so pretty.”

jimin moans, loud and desperate. “feels so good, please— please don’t stop—”

“i won’t, baby.” you whisper, leaning forward to kiss her jaw.

you grind your hips faster and harder. she bucks up into you but you slam your hips down to stop her. “no. you don’t get to take it.”

she whines and the sound goes straight to your cunt.

“said you’d be good. good girls let me use them.” you murmur, dragging your nails down her chest and over her heaving stomach.

“please. please use me, i’ll be so good—” she moans out.

you cut her off by clenching around her and grinding down hard, drawing a sharp cry from her throat.

“that’s my good girl.” you breathe, watching her moan.

slapping skin, wet sounds, and a mixture of your moans fill the room as her cock hits just right. you tilt your hips until she’s brushing against that spot over and over, your mouth falling open.

“right there— oh my god— fuck, right there—”

jimin’s hands shake as she grips your thighs. “you’re so fucking tight, baby— please, you’re gonna make me cum—”

you lean forward, hand wrapping gently around her throat. not tight but enough pressure to make her look up at you.

“you better not cum until i tell you. hold it, baby. be my good girl and hold it.” you warn, voice breaking on a moan.

she whimpers. “yes. yes— anything— just keep fucking me.”

you slam your hips down, lost in it. every bounce draws a new cry from her throat and she sounds so pretty — like she needs it.

her hands are everywhere now — your waist, the exposed area of your chest, mouth messy while she leaves bruises like she wants to mark you.

“touch me, jimin. make me cum.” you whisper into her ear, voice breaking.

and she does, fingertips slipping between your legs, stroking your clit while you ride her, rough and desperate and so good that your whole body seizes up when you finally cum. you moan her name into her mouth, and she gasps like it’s her own orgasm, cock twitching like she’s right on the edge too.

“fuck— fuck, i’m gonna— can i— please—”

“cum for me. fill me up, baby.” you pant, still grinding through your high.

she cries out and spills inside you, hips jerking wildly as she presses her face into your chest, whimpering and moaning and holding you like she’ll fall apart without you there. once she’s done, you collapse against her chest, panting and dazed. her fingers caress your hair.

“you okay?”

she nods with a flushed face, inching you closer. “yeah.”

“you did so good.” you kissed along her collarbone, fixing her hair. she bit her lip, watching you. her cheeks flushed slightly and you saw her mouth part once you pulled away.

“hmm?” you hummed, unable to fight the smile from dancing onto your lips. she massaged your hips, hands sliding up to your waist.

she looked at you with the most innocent eyes for someone who had just been used like a toy.

“…can we go again?” she asked, voice hoarse while smiling up at you like an idiot.

“you’re such a loser.” you teased, but your hips are already rolling against her again.

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[starcamus]

i hope i never stop learning. i want to always be studying. the goal is to attain a level of disgustingly educated.

[harkovsangel]

ㅤ ♡ྀི Ditzydoll!reader giving coked out Rafe ‘look of love’ eye’s mid fuck

cw: 18+!, mdni, dubcon, coke usage(reader and Rafe), rough sex, anal

a/n: Wrote this awhile ago for one of my friends and decided to post it now, so i also don’t know what to title it as 😭 I have to repost ditzydoll!reader’s introduction thing still 😭 NOT PROOFREAD

“Fuck… so fuckin’ tight, betcha love getting your ass fucked like this huh?” Rafe degraded, his words slurred. One of his hands had a bruising grip on your hips, holding them up so that he can fuck into you easier, meanwhile your body was laying limply into the bed. Rafe’s other hand roughly pushing your head further into the pillow as if he was trying to suffocate you.

Your mind was hazy with the coke you did earlier and the fact Rafe’s already fucked you dumb. Your hair was a mess, body covered in sweat and face covered in ruin makeup. All you could think about was Rafe and pure adoration for him, despite the degrading and coked out words leaving his lips and rough touch.

You coughed out a moan and sucked in a breath when Rafe finally let his grip on your head, pulling your head out of the sheets. He rested his hand down on the mattress next to your head, watching with lidded ‘n glossed eye’s as his cock disappeared in and out of your ass. “God ‘m love this fucking slutty ass.” He muttered more to himself than you.

You rested your cheek down in your own pool of drool, not even reacting to the uncomfortable texture as you looked up at Rafe. Admiring his coked out form, whom to most, would appear unattractive, but you loved. You loved everyway Rafe looked, the way he sounded, the way you knew he felt about you even if he was currently using you like a fuck doll.

“Made to take my cock weren’t you?” He asked rhetorically, almost sure of himself. Looking back up at you, only for his thrusts to halt slightly as he saw the way you looked up at him.

Your face was a mess, mascara down your cheeks, blotches of rubbed away foundation, lipstick coloured drool down your chin. Some sweat covered strands of your hair stuck to your face.

Your eye’s were wide, almost shining from the way the light reflected against your eye’s. And he could practically feel the mix of awe, love and trust in your gaze. It made his coked up mind clear up a little.

It took him a second to process the way you were looking up at him, but when he finally did a smug smirk made way to his face, and he leaned down closer to you, one arm resting on the mattress.

“Yeah.. You fuckin’ love me don’t ya?” He said, other hand moving from your hip to cup your face.

You nodded, still staring up at him, watching as his eye’s roamed your face. A swell of warmness forming in your chest.

“Yeah you do.” He smirked, thumb brushing over your bottom lip. “Always gon’ be mine?” He asked, his tone seeming cocky, but you could still hear the slight desperation in his tone and could see it in his eyes and the way his smile fell slightly. You knew how to read Rafe like a book.

“Always..” You managed to get out despite your coke and fucked out state, voice just loud enough for him to hear.

That’s all Rafe needed to hear, a this time genuine smile making it’s way to his face.One arm wrapping around your shoulder and another resting on the bed. His lips were on yours in a matter of seconds, swallowing up your moans as he quickly started his pace back up. A moan of his own leaving his mouth through the kiss as the walls of your ass clenched around him.

⟡ ݁₊ . written by harkovsangel, 2025 on tumblr! © do not repost on any third party website or repost as yours. Doing so will result in me blocking you and reporting.

[femmeftal]

‧˚⭒ 2 OF HEARTS . ⊹

pairings ⊹ : allen x alien!reader

summary ⊹ : allen and his gf stroll around the Coalition when he finally gets a break.

“ you’re finally off for a day? wow surprising “ the sarcasm in your voice was extremely obvious, humoring allen you smiled at him. putting your hand on his shoulder and tilting you head “ so what do we do today big guy? “ you were curious on what he even does when he is not working.

“ well first we could stop with the sarcasm “ frowning, allen crossed his arms puffing his chest out as if someone offended him.

“ oh cmon bro! it was just a lil sacrasm.. “ the look of defeat was worn on your face now, you barely said anything to him and he was already getting all defensive! raising one of your eyebrows he knew he has done worse than what you just did, whatever you thought.

“ ugh.. allen don’t be like that “ As you rubbed allens back, he was behaving like a petulant child recieving an eye roll from you. With a sigh, you plopped down in front of him, your expression a mix of amusement and exasperation. the sun casting through the window, casting a warm glow in the shared house.

“ well we could try out the new restaurant that had just opened! “ you looked up at him smirking, finally he stopped with his little tantrum of being offended.

“ and dont call it new if you already went there allen.. thats messed up “ you said getting up and walking over to the collection of purses he gave you from his planet journeys.

“ what?! thats something only douchebags would do , unless youre trying to say something.. “ the bass in his voice rose up like he was hinting you were calling him a douce

“ allenn baby.. you know i would never call my sweet lil ol helper a douche.. “ using a baby voice you caressed his face rubbing the fat of his cheeks and giggling.

“ stop that woman! “ softly smacking your hand away from his face, you know how much babying him would get him going. he always said the way you used that baby voice made him feel like he was a doggy.

“ mhmm fine m sorry baby, you forgive me? “ looking up at him the height difference was lethal, you’d always have to get on your tippie toes to actually peck him on the lips “ now lets go so we can eat.. im sooo hungry “

“ me too babe, lets go! “ allen picked you up by your waist twirling you around, both of you giggling scrunching your face up from laughing, “ allen stop! we should be going to the restaurant not playing! “

minutes later you and allen arrived to the restaurant being welcomed to fairy lights and decorated tables with white cloth, it looked like a beautiful cabin in the woods

“ oh allen this is soo beautiful! “ you said having one of your arms wrapped around his, the bright lights shining in your eyes as you smiled freely “ just like you hun “ snickering from his comment you pinched him.

“ oh stop.. dont get me all riled up here “ you said rubbing your slightly reddened cheek the makeup on your face making your features pop out so much, you looked truly divine especially in these lights.

“ lets book a table shall we? “ he said walking you both over to the desks where there was two waiters waiting to take your guys requests, talking with them you finally got to get a table, both of you sitting down in front of you were menus “ these prices are so cheap! i hope the food actually taste good “ he smiled behind the menu snickering

“ allen whats so funny?! i didnt even say anything “ his snickering continued, making you stare at him like he was a maniac “ allen.. “ you said frustrated.

“ this is for you sweetness “ sliding a box over to you, your eyebrows frowned “ is this what i think this is?.. “ you said quivering hands reaching the small soft box, biting your bottom lip slightly you looked at him

“ allen this better not be what i think this is “ you said sniffling, and opening the box open. seeing the small shiny ring that looked like it was perfectly for your fingers “… “

“ oh allen! “ you squealed jumping over the table and hugging his frame, rubbing you head into his neck you’d sniffle even more. people giving weird stares at you both, allen was also smiling trying to pry your tight hug off of him. “ im finally married! “ you squealed out getting tons of claps and applauds from random bystanders

[wingfleur]

# — calling mark grayson "small."

got fried as fuck and this shit came to me like a prophecy. a dream. i know i have my to-do list, but it’s hard for me to write stuff i’m no longer in the exact headspace for. like, i need to wait until i can get into it enough to feel it the way i did when i first thought of it. anyways, this is set in a universe that’s pretty canon-compliant: mark and amber broke up, but he hasn’t dropped out of college (yet) or ended up with eve. you also have no clue he’s invincible, just that he’s had a glow up and your cute, dorky friend from high school is now fine as shit. i also listened to “party favors” by leon thomas and big sean the entire time i worked on this.

lastly, i'd like to give a humongous shoutout to @omniphilic for beta-reading this monster for me! much love, sunshine, and godspeed, my children. enjoy! | wc: 7.9k words.

cw: nsfw mdni (18+), afab!reader, a lot of porn with a lot of plot, light angst, confessions, banter, friends-to-lovers, mentions of amber (i love you girl but it’s so easy to use you as a plot device </3), oral sex (f!recieving), explicit sex (p in v), missionary, squirting, dirty talk, praise, soft!dom mark, consider this my apology for the hurt/very little comfort v!card mark x reader fic <3

thinking about you joking around with mark grayson and calling him… small. you know where.

it sounds like such a silly scenario, but walk w/ me: you and mark have an… odd friendship. looking back on it, you two were an unlikelier pair than winning the lottery. you’re from completely different worlds– you were more on the straight and narrow: the academic side of things. all you did was bust your ass, and you had plenty to show for it– friends, awards, this air of recognition that followed you from classroom to classroom.

and mark? well, he fell more into the category of incredibly average. average grades, average social life, even an average reputation amongst the student body– the kind that makes you easy to remember and always gets you labeled as a “pretty cool guy,” but keeps you out of any real trouble. maybe that’s part of his charm– the fact that everything about him is initially so unassuming, so run of the mill that you don’t even think twice. not until you start to get to know him.

there’s plenty that sticks out once you get to know him.

then, somehow, at the start of your senior year, you two ended up partnered together for a project in the same upper-level english class. y’know, the college freshman one everyone takes because it’s a cheap credit, regardless of if they’re going to harvard to study law, or to the local community college to save a bit of money. neither of you had many expectations, but you and mark became fast friends. mark’s awkward charm grew on you, and he already had a decent opinion of you from seeing you around, but finally being in a situation where he could talk to you and not feel like a nuisance only made him think of you more highly than before. you were cool as shit; he has no idea how you two hadn’t spoken sooner.

but it’s no surprise that you two absolutely nailed the project. with your smarts and mark’s willingness to learn, the grade on it ended up being so good that it made you jump into mark’s arms out of pure excitement. mark caught you effortlessly, spinning you around and giggling alongside you without a second thought. the intimacy of such a reaction didn’t dawn on you two until long after he set you down, you grinning giddily in his face, while he could do nothing but grin back.

that’s how you ended up here– lying in mark’s bed, long after graduation, and visiting home from campus on a long weekend. you’re wearing one of his t-shirts and reading one of his copies of seance dog as he works on a paper. when you found out you two would be attending the same university, you were more than stoked. mark was stoked too, but he was so sure you could’ve gotten into one of chicago’s finest, or, better yet, move away from illinois entirely, rather than attend upstate university. he gave you a hesitant look when you said you were more than content with your choice, saying that a degree is a degree no matter where you went and that as long as you could be with mark, it would be worth it. deep down, though, mark swore something bloomed in his chest that day. he doesn’t really know what that feeling was– is, to be more accurate, because he still feels it sometimes– but that’s the least of his worries. 

his main worry is getting this paper in by 11:59 pm tonight. 

and just like that, the rhythmic clacking of mark’s fingers against the keyboard fills the silence and leaves you to bask in this comforting sensation of warmth. you’re so relaxed that you can’t bring yourself to move. not that you would have wanted to, anyway.

it’s peaceful. so, of course, you have to ruin it. 

“you ever want to fuck a cartoon character?” you suddenly say, the copy of seance dog in your hand and your foot crossed over your knee. you hear the way mark’s typing pauses for a moment, and imagining his reaction forces you to bite back a snicker. a pregnant silence fills the room before the typing begins again, just as rhythmic and hypnotic as before.

“i know you’re not saying that about seance dog,” mark finally quips back, his voice dripping with an absurd amount of mirth. you can hear his smile in his voice– you always can, because mark rarely doesn’t smile. it’s one of your favorite things about him.

you can’t help but take the bait.

“you think i could be?” you ask, tone scandalized and brows raised. neither of you move to face each other just yet– you don’t need to. you can tell exactly what face mark’s making from the sound of his voice, and mark can do the same for you. it’s how he knows that you’ve stopped biting back that smug smile of yours– the one that creeps across your face when you’re clearly up to something, but he doesn’t know what. you’re a troublemaker; it’s one of his favorite things about you.

“yeah,” he replies without missing a beat, “i clearly know nothing about you. i was once dumb enough to think you were intimidating.”

“i’m still intimidating!”

“yeah, maybe on occasion,” mark teases, his typing ceasing completely so that he can spin around in his chair. he leans against it with his head tossed back and his arms on the armrests, eying you gleefully as you put the comic face down on the bed. “most of the time i forget because you’re too busy saying shit that’s uncomfortably close to ‘i wanna fuck seance dog.’”

“eat shit and die, mark.”

“i don’t wanna.”

“then shut the fuck up and answer the question!”

“fine, fine!” mark laughs and lifts his hands up lazily off the chair in mock-surrender. “‘course i’ve wanted to fuck a cartoon character. who hasn’t? i’m not a nun.”

something flashes in your eyes, and you shift to lean forward towards where mark’s sitting, propping up on your elbows on the bed. you grin mischievously; it’s clear you’re up to nothing remotely good. 

“who?” you ask.

mark replies immediately. “koriand’r.”

“wha– from the titans?”

“no, from the avengers. yes, from the titans. who else would i be talking about?”

“alright, down, boy,” you say amusedly, making mark roll his eyes. “i was just checking. but you obviously can’t handle that.”

mark raises an eyebrow. “says who?”

“uhh, says me?"

the two of you are still for a moment, and you start to fear you said something wrong until you see mark’s eyes darken in that telltale way they do when he starts to feel challenged. then, as if that wasn’t enough to give you goosebumps, he does that stupid, mindless thing he does with his tongue, where he runs it along the inside of his cheek. your breath stills in your chest when mark pushes up off the back of his chair and leans forward towards where you lie on the bed, elbows resting on his knees and hands clasped between his thighs. 

it’s hard to keep your gaze from dropping to the veins in his hands.

“oh yeah?” mark asks incredulously, tilting his head. you were joking about being the intimidating one earlier, but the real intimidator is mark. when he gets serious, you swear you can feel something in the air shift. maybe that’s why it feels like the hairs on the back of your neck are standing up right now.

“why not?”

the question, in its simple nature, catches you off guard, and in a brief moment of confusion, you tilt your head. “why not what?” “why couldn’t i handle her?”

you stare at mark as if he’s joking, but instead of him laughing and waving you off, mark stares back at you expectantly, brow arched and lips quirked up at the corners. it’s like he wants to smile, but he can’t. won’t. 

this dickhead must have a death wish.

“what do you mean ‘why couldn’t you handle her?’” you say casually– like what you’re saying is most obvious thing in the world. “it’s koriand’r, mark. she’d chew you up and spit you out before you even had time to undo your belt.”

you swipe up your copy of seance dog and busy yourself with trying to find where on the page you last left off. honestly, it doesn’t matter where you start reading. you’re willing to do anything to help get your mind off the weight of mark’s eyes boring into you.

“besides,” you huff, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible, “koriand’r has standards, and you probably have a small dick, anyway.”

the second those words leave your mouth, the room falls deathly silent, and you swear it’s as if the air has been sucked out of the room. you fall still where you’re at, hoping that somehow, someway, you not moving will make mark want to kill you less. you really don’t know what possessed you to say that– it was a poor attempt at deflection, considering the growing amount of tension you began feeling in that room– but you don’t mean it. didn’t mean it. not one bit. 

you’re doing mental gymnastics to figure out how you can take it back without sounding like a total loser before mark starts laughing, and the joyous and boisterous sound gives you pause.

he couldn’t have found that funny… could he? 

okay, yeah, after a little bit of consideration, he very well could have. this is mark grayson, you’re talking about– not one of the insecure guys you were used to dealing with, who were more likely to blow a blood vessel than a load at the idea of being perceived as “unmanly.” mark’s the type of guy to wear one of your crop tops because he knows you’ll whine about him stretching them out, or wear a maid dress as a punishment for losing a bet, masking his embarrassment with quips about how good his legs look. you also know mark enough to know he’s not a virgin, nor is he a prude, but not well enough to know intimate details about his sex life. sure, jokes are fine, but a play-by-play on how he screwed his ex feels… invasive. beyond the scope of your shared comfort. it was just something you never thought of asking.

well, more like something you could never bring yourself to ask.

you set the comic back down on the bed just in time to watch mark wipe some tears from his eyes, twisting around to face his laptop with a smile on his face. he resumes typing like nothing happened, like you didn’t just obliterate his manhood and leave it in pieces for him to pick up off the floor. it’s hard not to gawk at him in disbelief, blinking rapidly for a few moments before speaking.

“that– didn’t upset you?” you say tentatively, voice a lot meeker than initially intended. mark huffs out a laugh and spins around, hands back to resting on the armrests.

“why would it have?” he says bemusedly, still smiling from before. “we joke like that all the time. honestly, i’m surprised you hadn’t said something like that sooner.”

you can only stare at him blankly, brows knitting in confusion as mark continues to regard you patiently. then, you sit up, pushing up off your elbows to swing around and upright, one leg dangling off the bed while the other stays bent in front of you. 

“why didn’t you get mad?”

mark pauses, eyes narrowing as he tilts his head. “...is this a trick question? why would i? you were joking around.”

“most guys would’ve gotten mad about me saying something like that.”

“yeah, well, most guys aren’t exactly confident about what they’re packing downstairs.”

“and you are?”

mark’s lips part for a second, but no words come out. he quickly shuts his mouth and stares at you, but you stare back, ignoring the way your cheeks start to burn with red-hot embarrassment. 

“well, yeah,” mark finally says, eyes flickering nervously to the side. he looks everywhere– the alarm clock on the dresser, his posters on the wall, everywhere but where you are, sitting prettily on his bed– but his eyes have no choice but to finally lock back onto yours, teeth gnawing at the inside of his cheek. “‘course i’m confident about it.”

“...‘cause it’s not small.”

he pauses. “yeah. ‘cause it’s not small.”

your brain short-circuits right then and there.

you aren’t sure why you’re so surprised by this. it wouldn’t have taken a rocket scientist to arrive to this conclusion. you were around when mark started dating his ex-girlfriend, amber– around long enough to have seen the exact point in their relationship where they shed the last of their inhibitions and began interacting with each other much more comfortably. you were also around long enough to watch mark come into himself– to lose that dweebish, unsure aura around him and become more confident. muscled. tall. even if he was still pretty dorky most of the time.

perhaps that’s when the thoughts started: when you started to think of mark less as a boy, and more as a man. when you began wondering things about him that you desperately wanted to know, but were much too scared to ask.

at least you have an answer to one of them now.

“hey,” mark says suddenly, voice sharp enough to cut through all your overthinking and analyses. mark’s closer to you now– right next to you, actually, the scent of his cologne filling your nose– and he has your hand in his, thumb rubbing soothing circles into the back. “you okay? should i not have said that–?”

you frantically shake your head. “no–! i mean, yes– god, fuck, no, mark, it’s okay.” you take a deep breath, letting your eyes fall shut. “i’m the one who asked. you just answered.”

you take in a shaky breath and let your eyes flutter open to find mark watching you adeptly, his eyes trained on your face. the expression he’s wearing is one of worry, those dark brows of his pinched in the middle to form a wrinkle you so desperately want to smooth out with your thumb. his plush, pink lips are parted, and in an attempt not to stare at them, your eyes fall to the floor, but not before momentarily catching on how his biceps strain against his sleeves.

for fuck’s sake, this is not the time to be focusing on how attractive you find your best friend.

“i wanted to know,” you finally say, voice soft and a little frayed around the edges. your eyes flutter shut again– something to give you a bit of extra courage to say what you need to say, and not cave under the pressure of your nerves. “i wanted the answer to that question. it sounds weird as fuck, and i totally understand if you want me to leave and never show my face around here again, but i’d be lying if i said i didn’t want to know.”

you open your eyes again to find mark still staring at you, eyes jumping all over your face, while sporting an unreadable expression. you find yourself swallowing hard as you steel yourself for what you want to say next, adjusting to sit and face mark completely. “i wanna know a lot of things about you, actually. and none of them are all that appropriate for two people who are supposed to be ‘best friends.’”

it’s mark’s turn to short-circuit.

“w–what?” mark stutters out, staring at you with a dumbfounded expression as his eyebrows shoot up in suprise. his mouth falls agape, opening and closing fruitlessly as he tries to figure out what to say. “i– jesus christ, i don’t think you understand what you’re saying–”

“i know exactly what i’m saying.” your interjection is quick and firm, your expression void of your previous nervousness and now completely serious. “and you know it. don’t insult me like that again.”

mark’s protests die in his throat.

“i want to know you,” you start. “honestly. intimately. fuck, to be honest, i want to see you– naked, in my bed– but i didn’t wanna make things weird, and then you had that whole thing with amber, and then i thought you were gonna date eve, so i kinda just kept it to myself, but–”

“you can know me.” 

you freeze. “what–?”

“you can know me,” mark says again, his hand squeezing the one that he has wrapped in his. “you can know me. and see me. and i’ll answer every other question you’ve had about me, ‘cause i wanna know you too.”

you can’t help but stare at mark , absolutely and completely dumbfounded. if he notices, he doesn’t judge. doesn’t acknowledge it at all, actually. he just continues to steamroll ahead.

“god, fuck, i really wanna know you like that, too,” he sighs. “always have– like, all the way back in high school. i’d see you in the halls with your friends and think, ‘man, they’re hot,’ then move on with my life because i thought there was no way i’d ever have a chance with you. then, we got partnered up for that project, and i learned that you were so much cooler and more approachable than i had ever imagined, and i wanted to make a move on you so bad, but i still thought there was no way you could ever like me. william can testify to this– i was talking his ear off about you 24/7. still do. he is seriously getting sick of it.” 

the way mark talks is fast– so much so that all his words bleed together, voice full of excitement and sincerity. it make your eyes sting. after he finishes, his quick way of talking tapers off into a hefty bout of silence, his beautiful brown eyes flickering down to your joint hands. 

“and then came amber.”

the quiet that follows drapes over the two of you like a blanket, heavy with the weight of everything you two are thinking, but ultimately remains unsaid. the fact of the matter is that it doesn’t need to be said. you and mark just… know– understand– that amber was the first person, aside from you, to treat mark as less of an expendable, and more like somebody worth knowing. she took the opportunities you were too afraid to– penciled her name in where yours was meant to be and slipped right on into that “partner” position, wearing it as if it was custom-fitted. it may as well have been, because it sure looked good on her. 

he looked good on her. that’s why you couldn’t bring yourself to be mad.

“i never would’ve gone out with her if i knew you wanted me even half as much as i wanted you,” mark says quietly, reaching up to rub a tear from your cheek that you didn’t even know you shed. “but i didn’t. and we dated, and i slept with her, and i loved her, but i feel all of that for you too, y’know.” he cradles your face delicately as he climbs up onto his knees, his movements slow, as if moving too quickly would scare you off. moving too quickly would remind you that this is real; remind you that you probably shouldn’t be doing this, causing you to hop off the bed and run down the hall, flying down the stairs, past debbie, and out the front door.

but you don’t have to worry. never have, actually, because the way mark treats you is careful. cautious. he’s kneeling on the bed and easing you onto your back with such rapt attention that it makes your cheeks warm, head turning to the side to shield it from him before he turns your head right back to where it was.

“i want you to ask your questions,” mark says slowly, large hands pushing your knees apart to make room for him between your legs. you can’t help but stare at him helplessly, any and all words dying in your throat, but mark moves with a confidence that makes it clear you don’t need to speak. not when he’s hovering over you like this. 

“i want to answer your questions, and i want you to do the same for mine. ‘cause i’ve thought about you. a lot. and not all of it was decent. actually, most of it probably wasn’t.”

mark lets himself laugh softly at the admission, but you can only look up at him in awe, the muscles of your brows twitching from the urge to knit in confusion. mark’s eyes catch this, and he reaches down to smooth his thumb over the spot right between your eyebrows– the same way you wanted to do for him earlier.

“so tell me that this is okay.”

mark trails his fingers across your skin, skimming over your cheek, then your neck, then your shoulder, and all the way down your arm until reaching your hand. he tangles your fingers together and brings your wrist to his lips, a soft kiss being pressed to your pulse, which makes your heart stutter in your chest. mark doesn’t tease you for how vulnerably you stare at him, or for how red his actions make your face. he only looks down at you with a soft smile, peppering kisses to your palm.

“holy shit, mark, this is more than okay.”

mark’s grin is blinding when you surge forward to kiss him.

the thing that surprises you most about it isn’t how good of a kisser mark is, or how nice it feels for his big hands to come up and cradle your jaw. it’s how easy all of this is– how uncomplicated it is to be making out with mark, how your lips slot together as if it’s always meant to be this way, how raw his groan is when you tangle your fingers into his hair and tug. he has you pressed against the bed in seconds, one hand slowly slipping beneath your t-shirt as the other squeezes at your outer thigh. you feel dizzy when your lips part and he ducks his head down into your neck, sucking bruises into the skin with a fervor that makes you squirm.

“i– fuck, mark, not where people can see–!”

“does it matter if it’s visible? ‘s not like you’re fucking anyone else right now besides me.”

you hit mark hard against his back, but it only makes him chuckle, sitting up to look at you with messy hair and blown pupils. “what? you haven’t slept with anybody in a while, and you’re about to sleep with me. i didn’t say anything wrong.”

“how do you even know that, asshole?”

mark grins, sitting back on his haunches as he hooks the hem of your shirt on his index finger. he tugs it up enough to reveal your stomach. “‘cause you’re lying here in my bed, wearing my shirt, with me sitting between your legs. if i was the person you’ve been fucking, i’d definitely feel some type of way about that.”

you scoff, moving one of your legs to try and kick at mark’s chest. like the little shit he is, he catches it easily and presses a kiss to your ankle, setting it on one of his shoulders. “that doesn’t mean anything. i could have casual sex if i wanted to.”

“yeah,” mark agrees, both hands coming to smooth his shirt up the expanse of your body, “you could. if you wanted to. but you don’t, ‘cause you’re not like that.”

“bullshit.”

“is not. here, open your mouth for me.”

“wh–?”

“shut up and open it for a second, would you?”

you shoot mark a withering glare, but he just grins back, pushing your shirt up under your chin and offering the hem for you to bite down on.

“thank you,” he says gleefully, his words a little too airy and sing-songy for you to let slide. you try and kick him again, but he blocks your leg without much of a second thought, eyes laser focused on the sight of your tits in front of him.

“wow, you are so fucking pretty.”

the way he says it is so full of awe– so genuine– that it makes your mouth fall open. the t-shirt in your mouth gets stuck on your bottom lip in the process, and the sight makes mark chuckle, a boyish grin settling on his face. he reaches up to adjust it and pulls it back up so you can bite down on it again.

“i didn’t even say anything crazy yet,” he teases, laughing as you do your best to swear at him from around the fabric. mark ignores it to focus on the sight in front of him instead, though, fingers tracing up your rib cage before cupping the underside of each of your breasts.

your mind goes blank when he takes one of your nipples into his mouth.

“oh, fuck,” you gasp out, back arching off the bed and into his mouth. the t-shirt slips from between your teeth again, and you can feel mark grin around where his tongue swirls around your skin, popping off to look at you and chastise you softly.

“jeez, you really suck at following instructions,” mark playfully says. “and did you forget that my mom is downstairs? i’ve had her knock on the door during sex before, and trust me, it does not help to sustain the mood.”

“god, you sound like such a dork. ‘it does not help to sustain–’”

mark cuts you off with a groan, fingers curling into the waistband of your shorts and panties. “shut up and lift your hips already.”

you giggle. “fine, fine.”

you plant your feet and lift your hips off the bed enough for mark to tug your clothes off, separating your shorts from your underwear so he can tuck the garment into his pocket. You look at him with a flustered expression, mouth dropping open in bewilderment, but mark simply sticks his tongue out at you and flings your shorts to the floor, panties nowhere in sight. you hardly have enough time to process him keeping them for himself before he’s wrapping his hands around your thighs and tugging them onto his shoulders, putting him face to face with your cunt and lifting your lower back completely off the bed.

you knew mark was strong, but you never thought of him using his strength like this.

mark holds you firmly as he busies himself with eating you out like a man starved. those big, brown doe eyes of his look down at you, sometimes lingering on the rise and fall of your chest, and sometimes taking in the sight of your knitted brows and parted lips, both your hands tangled in the pillow behind your head. his eyes do fall shut every once in a while as if he’s savoring the taste of you on his tongue, and he probably is, knowing mark, but you don’t have the wherewithal to tease him. not now, at least. not when he’s got his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking in these sporadic little bursts that make your stomach burn with molten need.

“oh, f-uck,” you gasp, voice cracking on the expletive. in your defense, it’s the only word you currently feel like you know how to say, but mark doesn’t laugh or tease you for it. he just presses a messy kiss to your clit, then slides his tongue down through your folds to circle your hole, slowly and messily pressing inside of you. he pumps it in and out for a few moments, as if he’s trying to fuck you with his tongue, then flattens the muscle and drags it back up to your clit to press into it firmly. you untangle your fingers from the sheets and reach up to swat at mark’s thigh, twisting and turning frantically in his hold.

“oh my fucking god, mark, let go!” your whines are urgent, thighs beginning to quiver on either side of mark’s head. his eyes flutter open enough to look at you through his long, thick lashes, but his firm grip on your waist doesn’t let up in the slightest. his arms tighten around you, keeping your pussy to his lips and your body off the bed as he continues to ravage you like it’s the one thing he was born to do. “mark! ‘m fuckin’ serious– i’m gonna squirt if you don’t let go of m– oh, fuck!”

you realize your warning is a bit late as you feel that knot tighten and snap in your belly, but it would’ve fallen on deaf ears regardless of whether you said it earlier or not. your cunt gushes all over mark’s nose, lips, and chin, soaking the top of his t-shirt and dribbling a bit down onto the bed below. you’d think he’d have a concern of drowning, but mark’s tongue keeps moving as you cum, legs squeezing against his ears so tight that you’re sure he can hear absolutely nothing but his own heartbeat. you know you sure can’t– all you can hear is the distant sound of your own voice, and the way your breathing stutters in your chest, a series of tremors wracking your body so brutally that you’d liken them to an earthquake. 

“shit,” you gasp softly, limbs tingling once they regain sensation. you wriggle in mark’s grasp and he pulls back from your pussy with a pop!, lowering your hips down to the bed as he runs his tongue along his lower lip.

“you said you were about to squirt as if that was going to deter me,” mark says breathlessly, a soft laugh punctuating his sentence. his face is covered with your slick all over his lips and chin, the sun from the window catching on it in a way that makes it glisten. you’re embarrassed by his nonchalance, but it’s hard to be mad when mark looks this good. you did this to him– made his perfectly slicked-back hair disheveled, and soaked his lower face and chest in your cum. normally, you would reply to his quip right away, but right now, you don’t. you’re much too focused on watching how mark leans down to reach behind his head and grab at his shirt, shucking it off in one smooth motion to join your discarded shorts on the floor.

“it was supposed to,” you finally say, voice sounding just as breathless as mark’s. his lips quirk up at the corners, but he doesn’t meet your eyes. instead, he leans over you to open his bedside drawer, and you take that as an opportunity to continue. “didn’t realize i was sleeping with superfreak, over here.”

mark snorts. “i’m just a guy who prioritizes my partner’s pleasure over mine.”

“that’s a roundabout way to say you like to eat pussy. and ass. oh god, mark, you don’t eat ass, do you?”

mark wiggles his eyebrows in response, and you look at him with such a horrified expression that a giggle can’t help but escape from his chest. he shuts the bedside table with a soft thud and leans back over you with a strip of two condoms hanging from his mouth. your brows shoot up at the sight, but mark doesn’t see it. he’s much too focused on pushing his sweatpants and boxers down to his thighs, cock slapping lightly against his abs.

oh. you always knew mark looked good, but this? this is something else entirely.

“you’re staring,” mark says wryly, tearing one of the condoms from the strip, then opening up the wrapper with his teeth. you watch as he pinches the tip and rolls the condom onto himself with a level of precision that screams of practice. if you hadn’t just cum your brains out, you might’ve found yourself feeling a little bit jealous.

“‘course i am.” your reply is shameless, and it makes mark bark out a startled laugh. “you said it was big, not that you were carrying a weapon. now here you are, looking like asian adonis with my jizz on your face, rolling a condom on with the ease of a common whore. not to mention that you grabbed two of them.”

a giddy smile spreads across mark’s face in reply, but it’s not one of his usual ones: it’s bashful. it’s the kind of smile where he bites his lip to force it down, but it doesn’t work, so his bottom lip slowly unfurls from between his teeth. your ears burn bright red at the sight, but mark doesn’t comment on it. mark’s never been good at multitasking, and he’s much too focused on tossing the unopened condom to the side, then tugging you against him by your thighs.

“we don’t have to use them both,” mark says softly, the sweetness of his smile bleeding into his voice. it’s a bit jarring for him to be acting so adorably, like he’s not running his cock along the seam of your folds. the tip catches on your clit every so often, making your breath catch in the back of your throat.

“i like how that’s what you chose to comment on.” 

he shrugs. “didn’t have much else to say.”

“you’re a dog, you know that, mark?”

mark grins at you wickedly, leaning down to lick a stripe up your cheek.

“mm, yeah. ‘m guilty as charged.”

and just like that, he sinks into you, bottoming out in one smooth thrust that knocks the air from your lungs. your eyes screw shut, but you latch onto him immediately, hand shooting out in search of his. he takes it wordlessly, bringing your hand up so he can kiss your knuckles.

“you okay?” he asks tenderly, lips pressed to the back of your hand. you open your eyes, tears pricking at the corners, then nod slowly as a deep breath leaves your nose.

“yeah,” you say shakily. “just been a while. warn me next time.”

mark nods, doing his best not to get caught up on the fact that you want there to be a next time. “sure,” he answers. “sorry. here– put your legs on my shoulder.”

you lift your legs for mark to take, and he settles both of your feet on one of his shoulders like they belong there. then, he shifts forward, shuffling up so that his thighs bracket your hips, which slots him deeper into you than he has any business being.

it makes you feel crazy. you fucking love it.

once mark feels stable in his position, and any remnants of discomfort bleed from your expression, he starts rocking his hips in and out of you at a pace too quick to be languid, but too slow to be considered harsh. whatever rhythm he’s fallen into, it feels good. you’re clawing at the sheets at your sides and behind your head like a madman, that copy of seance dog he lent you long forgotten on the floor, along with everything else you two have taken off. 

“does this answer one of your questions?” mark asks lowly, eyes half-lidded and jaw tight. he’s got your legs pressed to his chest with one hand, the other splayed across your stomach to hold you in place. you can tell it’s not that simple, though; the firmness with which he presses down against your stomach is as if he’s feeling for something, and the realization makes you clench, cunt squelching lewdly around his cock inside you. “did you wonder how i fuck? if i liked it fast? or did it slow?”

in your day-to-day conversations, mark doesn’t swear all that often– at least, not compared to you– but the mouth he’s got on him in bed is a surprise that makes you flush down to your chest. you look up to see mark gazing at you with eyes that are almost black, a bright blush fanning across his freckled cheeks and nose. when he sees you struggle to answer, the gears clearly turning, but no words coming out, he grips your legs tighter and quickens the snap of his hips. mark’s lips fall open with a breathy moan as he watches the way your eyes roll back, and his abdomen clenches with the need to keep his own pleasure at bay. “c’mon, baby. tell me. tell me how you want it, ‘n’ i promise i’ll do whatever you say.”

“i– god, fuck, mark, yes, i wondered how you fucked!” your reply comes out breathy, whiny, and and rushed– a result of you making an actual effort to focus so it didn’t come out as a jumbled, inaudible mess. “i w-wondered if you’d treat me like glass, or fuck me like i had no self-respect. i don’t care what you do right now– swear t’god i don’t– ‘cause i just wanna cum. don’t fucking stop.”

mark huffs out a laugh at how desperate you sound, lips quirking up in a lopsided smile that shows off the cute little fangs he has in the corners of his mouth. he turns his head to kiss one of your ankles, then takes one to put it on the opposite side, making it so you have one leg on each of his shoulders. large, calloused hands slide down your legs and smooth over your thighs before taking your hands into each of his. you’re about to ask what he’s doing, but there’s no time for the words to come out. he’s already gripping both your wrists and tugging you forward, forcing your ass to smack against his thighs with every brutal snap of his hips.

your brain is about to melt out of your fucking ears.

“did you touch yourself?” mark’s asks breathlessly, dark eyes focused on your face. you try desperately to free your hands from his grasp, but your attempts are pathetically uncoordinated. the way his cock is rearranging your guts makes it impossibly difficult to focus. but despite your lack of success, your writhing makes mark tut at you disapprovingly, and he leans forward to keep you in place by resting a fraction of his body weight on your chest. “quit trying to run ‘n’ tell me. did you touch yourself thinking about me fucking you? imagining how it would be?”

mark leans down to lick a stripe up the side of your neck, voice dropping to a filthy, sultry whisper. “‘cause i did. thought about this all the time, what you’d feel like around me. it’s so much fuckin’ better than i imagined.”

you nod your head frantically, hands clenched into fists, and your nails dig so roughly into your palms that it’s a miracle it hasn’t drawn blood. mark isn’t completely satisfied with your response, but he takes it for what it is and releases both of your wrists in favor of grabbing onto your hips.

“if you touched yourself while thinking of me, then show me. play with it for me, hm?”

you don’t need much more coaxing than that.

your fingers fly to your clit at lightening speed, middle and ring finger rubbing in quick, tight circles that mark finds absolutely hypnotizing. your other hand comes up to palm at your breasts, pinching and tweaking at your nipples in a way that makes you whine. mark damn near growls at the sight, a string of expletives you’ve never heard from him before being let out into the ether as he doubles his efforts to fuck you into the mattress.

“open your eyes,” mark demands, his words oozing with a tone you’re very much not used to being addressed with. his voice is low, gravely, and deeply affected by the way your walls squeeze around him, and you find that you quite like having him like this: wrapped around your finger, barely hanging on, lost in everything pertaining to you. the sentiment is definitely shared, because as you force your eyes open, you feel your features pinch the way they do when you’re trying not to cry. it’s nothing bad– far from it, actually. it’s just that mark is fucking you so good that you feel like you’re losing your mind, and the pleasure is so mindboggling that it makes you wanna sob. 

“there y’go, baby,” mark sighs, “just keep lookin’ at me. i wanna see your face when you cum.”

his honest admission shoots straight through you and right to your core, pussy clenching around him tightly, your clit throbbing beneath your fingers. mark moans low and long at the feeling, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he swallows hard.

“fuck, i like when y’do that– when you like what i say and you get all tight around me. just– keep touching yourself, pretty. look at me and let it happen.”

all you can do is nod helplessly. mark ducks down to press a kiss to your cheek, fingers pressing what will definitely be bruises tomorrow morning into the skin of your hips. his cock splits you open in a mindbending way, your fingers flicking at your clit so frantically that your hand has become nothing but a blur. 

then, the bubble bursts. your orgasm hits you like a truck, your head flying back, and the muscles in your jaw and neck pulling taut. the same goes for your legs– your knees lock up and your thighs pull tight, shaking with violent tremors as you gush again, this time, around mark’s cock. you do your best to keep your eyes open as you cum, but it’s hard. from what you can see, though, mark’s mouth drops open and his eyes flash with something bright– yellow, even– as he takes in the sight of you falling apart. whatever it is, you don’t give it much thought. your brain is much too fried to be trusting everything you see right now.

“you’re a fucking dream like this,” mark mutters, his tone oozing with awe and disbelief. dutifully, he fucks you through your second orgasm– all the squirming, pulsing, and wetness that’s stained his sheets twice in one night– and holds your unfocused gaze all throughout it before he feels you coming down and abruptly pulls out. your twitching legs drop unceremoniously to the bed, and mark swings his thighs over you to settle over your chest, fingers peeling off the condom and tossing it lamely to the side. all you can see past your wet lashes and teary eyes is mark’s fist moving in an urgent blur before he cums all over your chest, the orgasm hitting him so hard that he has to grip the headboard to stabilize himself. his super strength causes it to splinter just slightly as his legs shake, so much so that he can hardly hold himself up.

his cum paints your tits in hot, thick, pearly white strands, and mark clambers up from over you to lay down on the other side of the bed. you find it unfair, the way that he’s panting and shaking much less than you, but you don’t comment. you just stare up at the ceiling, the sound of your breathing filling the air.

“i hope that was good,” mark says earnestly, rolling lazily onto his side to look at you. you take another deep, grounding breath, then turn your head to look at him. your arm comes out too weakly to swat at his chest.

“there’s no way you just asked me that when your cum is drying on my chest.”

mark stares at you for a moment, then busts out into a fit of laughter, reaching behind his head to take the pillow so he can drop it casually onto your face. you can’t help but laugh too, arms coming up to shield yourself from the pillow, and you toss it back to mark where he catches it, then tucks it back under his head. “fuck me for trying to make sure you’re okay, i guess,” he says dramatically, rolling his eyes.

you flip over onto your stomach and bunch the pillow up under your chin, careful to ignore the wet parts of your chest as you widely grin and quip back. “i just did.”

“more like the other way around. this was me fucking you. into the mattress, might i add.” mark grins mischievously and reaches out to place his hand on your lower back, smoothing over your ass before dipping between your legs to find your folds. he trails his fingers up and down your wet and puffy slit, tongue darting out to wet his lips when he feels you shiver in reply. “but we can go again with you on top if you wanna fuck me. not like i’d ever say no to that. plus, it’d answer one of my questions.”

you’re part your lips to reply, but the sound of feet padding up the stairs, partnered with a soft call of mark’s name, makes you both freeze exactly where you’re at. you look at each other in panic, then scramble to get rid of the proof of what you two just did. mark leaps off the bed and onto his feet with impressive athleticism, tossing you your discarded copy of seance dog that you catch effortlessly with one hand. you tug your t-shirt down over your chest, ignoring the fact that there’s still cum on it you’ve hardly wiped off, and he busies himself with pulling his pants back up and slipping his t-shirt on. the fact that it’s still damp around the collar doesn’t matter– not when there’s much more incriminating evidence like his used condom on the bed, alongside the wrapper and the new one he was about to use on you again ten seconds ago.

you barely manage to get under the covers to hide your lower half by the time debbie opens the door, your shorts haphazardly kicked under the bed, and your panties in mark’s pocket. you double-check to make sure your comic isn’t upside down and open it to a random page, holding it as inconspicuously as possible, right in front of your face. mark’s hands are stuffed into his pants, the condoms and the wrapper fisted tightly in his hands.

“hey, you two,” debbie says sweetly, eyes flickering back and forth between the two of you. you swear, even if you two didn’t look suspicious as hell, debbie would still be looking at you two like she knows you did something wrong. “just came to let you know that dinner is ready. and that you two shouldn’t stay up too late tonight. i’m driving you two back to campus early, so i can get to work on time.”

mark smiles tightly. “okay, mom, thanks,” he says, pulling a hand out of his pocket to wave at her goodbye. debbie eyes him amusedly, taking in both of your disheveled appearances one more time before nodding and moving to close the door.

“oh, and mark? it’s been a long time coming, so i don’t mind if you two are having sex, as long as it’s safe and i don’t have to worry about becoming a grandma.”

the color drains from both of your faces, but debbie only laughs, a smile as sweet as her son’s spreading across her face. “but next time, if you’re gonna try and hide it, make sure the panties are tucked all the way into your pocket. i’m not judging what you’re into, but it’s kind of a dead giveaway when blue lace is halfway hanging out of your sweatpants.”

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