awakebutstillinbedd

[awakebutstillinbedd]

Hey queen hope you’ve been well, I have such a burning request and your one of my fav invincible writers, basically the premise is like mark and fem reader were friends and high school and reader was goody two shoes like the whole nine yards, good grades,teachers pet, student council, all of it but like make and reader fall out of touch and like a couple years later mark is shopping for porno comics and finds out readers is a cornstar/stripper/whatever occupation and basically gets rilled up to their pictures for a couple months until he finally sees them again and is like “let’s bang 🤤” I feel like you would write this so good!❤️❤️❤️ lots of love 💕

mark grayson x fem!prnstarreader

cw: nsfw, mentions of pornography, unprotected p in v

a/n: this was a really fun write and i LOVED this idea so much. i rlly don’t have much to say but enjoy my babies <3 (not proofread)

in highschool you stayed on top of all of your classes, favored by all of your teachers (almost everyone hated you for it) and did everything that was asked or expected out of you. a model student really, everyone knew you would get far in life. being the head of student council looked great for the yearbook and had your mailbox absolutely full with offers and such. your friend, mark, was your number one hater and constantly teased you about being a “goodie two shoes”.

“come on, you never go to any parties. or even go out.”

he didn’t mind that much in the beginning. until it started getting worse and you never said yes. always studying or made up an excuse as to why you didn’t go anywhere. after graduation you and mark kind of fell out, he stopped asking you to go places and eventually stopped reaching out to each other in general. he figured he would’ve held you back, or that you’d succeed and leave him anyway so he did it first.

a few years pass and mark is taking advantage of his adult privileges in the comic book store. like most men would be, he’s browsing the pornos. some of which he’s seen online before, and others are new. little pervert, he’s browsing at every single one. however he finds himself flipping to a familiar face.

“she looks familiar.”

it makes him stop in his tracks. mark mumbles to himself, his eyes squinted as he flips through the pages analyzing your features until he finally finds it.

“oh yeah her? best looking one over here if you asked me. local too”

a random giving his input looking at the same copy that mark has in his hands.

the “local” completely gave it away but of course he’s ignored, mark can’t believe what or even who he’s looking at right now. the yes-woman from highschool had pictures of her pole dancing and in multiple sexual positions. you looking the best you’ve ever looked made a mix of arousal and surprise stir in his stomach.

“ka-ching!” a biiiiig purchase was made.

mark was back home, all 8 volumes of your magazines stacked on his desk. he sat, staring at the cover of your debut magazine. his cock rock hard as he tried his hardest not to unbutton his jeans and use it for what it’s meant to be used for. face was all red, hands covering his mouth as he sat and stared at your body and the different positions you were in. such vulgar gestures and even the simplest thing like you with your lips on a cherry lollipop riled him up. they were glossy and made thoughts he would’ve never even thought about thinking of you while in high school cloud his mind.

next thing he knows, his cock is freed and he’s pumping his shaft to a photo of you in a lavender lingerie set with your back arched. he’s breathing heavily with the guilt in the back of his head. blabbering constant “i’m sorrys” as he reaches his climax. the next page, oh so much worse for him. it’s you with your hands to the sky and your breasts are completely showing in all of their glory. this just makes him explode. mark covers his tip with his hand as the cum shoots from his pinkish-red tip. he. can’t. stop. cumming.

this starts an obsession that goes on for months. nearly every day he thinks about how good you’d feel, almost pretending he still knows you and you’re both still friends. mark being mark, he runs through all 8 volumes and the next 3 that come out. doesn’t matter though, he’d look at the same ones as long as it was you.

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every once in a while he finds himself back at the store where he found you the first time. every. single. time. he was there for another magazine he couldn’t believe the model student was in this kind of business. you mean to tell him the valedictorian of CO’ 20XX didn’t go to college and is actually in a magazine with her legs spread? no way!

a lucky day of his is when you’re both at the back of the same comic store. you have on a hat and sunglasses as you browse the catalogue of different things. hoping to not get noticed. but mark noticed you. you bet your ass he would’ve.

“holy shit. she’s actually here.”

sounded sarcastic, but it was genuine surprise. he mustered up the courage to tap on your shoulder. he does it, but it’s like time freezes for the both of you. his hair grew a small bit since highschool, you noticed but acknowledged the even bigger thing. you know exactly what he’s holding.

“i- know we haven’t talked in years and this-”

he points at the magazine

“-isn’t the best way to say hey old friend but..”

your eyes narrow at him. he can’t see them but they’d be like arrows piercing through his own eyes. cutting him off, you see right through him. you missed him, but you couldn’t admit that. mark is quite literally the last person you thought you’d ever see with one of your mags in his possession. it’s not like he had just found you, you knew he was looking for you from the way he stammered over his words talking to you with that in his hand.

it only took about 15 minutes for him to catch up with you and convince you to come to the same old apartment he had moved into right after graduation. you had already taken your coat off and sat your sunglasses on the coffee table, waiting on him to fetch you a drink. you did indeed look very put together despite what your profession was. you had money, that’s for sure.

mark handed you your wine as he examined all of your features, and most of all the lingerie that was revealed when you took your coat off. this whole thing didn’t feel real, he’s obsessing over the fact that the teachers pet that he hadn’t spoken to in years is drinking wine in lingerie on HIS couch! his eyes were stuck on your nipples and areolas that were visible through the single layer of lace on your bra. and you knew he was staring. mark’s pants tightened from the pit of arousal and you find yourself staring as well.

you sit your glass onto the coffee table, crossing your legs and looking at him with a straight smile and pretty eyes. you knew exactly what he wanted, but he was always too much of a pussy to actually ask.

“grayson. do you want to fuck me?”

your words shot like an arrow to his ears, of course it all went straight to his cock. it was electric. it only took 2 seconds until he was on top of you fondling your breasts like a starved man. kissing all over you, you were smothered to say the least and you enjoyed every single moment. your quiet moans were real, and you quickly realize you didn’t have to fake an orgasm for a camera.

mark’s wanted this for so long. you’re the only thing that’s been able to pleasure him for the past 5 months, after this he won’t be able to live without you. your panties are tossed onto his living room floor and you were on your back with your hips lifted up to his face. he spread your lips, spitting on your cunt with a smile right before he dove in to lap up the wetness that pooled between your legs. his biceps wrapped around your thighs, keeping you in place no matter how much you squirmed.

you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge- but he stops. he tells you “not yet” . mark quickly frees his cock from the imprisonment of his pants, and it can’t stop leaking precum. next thing you know you’re back on your back with your knees pushed to your chest with mark teasing your begging hole with the tip of his cock. you’re weeping, crying for him to put it in and he smiles.

“say please pretty girl.”

“please.”

all of your sense of self worth was thrown out of the window for this man and you enjoyed every second. mark pushed himself inside of you with groan of satisfaction. you reach for him, it’s almost like he’s too big you can’t even speak but you know you want more.

he accepts your little memo and lets you know with a pull back and a quick snap back into your hips. the feeling of your walls clenching around him makes him jolt, like you never want him to leave. he didn’t expect you to be so desperate because of your ways of work so you took him by surprise.

it’s like he’s drilling inside of you. the both of you are filled with pure bliss as he fucks your sweet cunt, it’s a pleasure for him really. all of the frustration he’s had, the time he spent pent up and it was all about to be released because of you. he kisses your neck and pinches your nipples as his length goes in and out of you.

mark tangles his fingers into your hair as he walks you over to the kitchen counter, still inside of you and you’re bent over. you have nothing to grab onto this time, he’s chuckling behind you watching you struggle to keep up with him.

“feels so fucking good.”

his moans fill up the room and so do yours. he’s still so aggressive despite the pressure building up in his shaft. all you can feel his him ramming into you while it twitches inside. your eyes shut tight as you release all over his cock, your legs are shaking and he loves looking at the foamy ring of while developing at the base of his cock. he’s almost done.

mark quickly pulls himself out and turns you around, grabbing your face and forcing his cock in your mouth so he can finish. he gives one single thrust and you feel warm cum shooting down your throat, he’s shaking with his head tilted back to the ceiling. the heavy breathing mixed with choking makes him smile once more.

“so pretty..”

maybe you’ll quit your job?

[awakebutstillinbedd]

....virgin with a huge cock so you let him fuck your thighs as practice

[awakebutstillinbedd]

sinister!mark x gn!reader

cw: cannibalism, mentions of cannibalism

a/n: mark is very much a cannibal in this little drabble i put together. could be ooc but this is essentially a practice cause ive been gone :P

the both of you knew everything about each other. or so you thought. in your head, mark was always the clean type around you. he was sweet and would never even hurt a fly, constantly pushing down that cannibalistic urge he had whenever he was with you. the cannibalistic urge you never knew about.

mark killed and devoured anyone that threatened to tell you about his cravings, sometimes they were alive when he took a bite out of them. he never planned to tell you that he was this way, he enjoyed the thrill of keeping it from you. there’s been multiple times where he’s wanted to bite his own chunk out of you, but he physically can’t. he’d never be able to stop. you were mark’s only craving and he had to satisfy himself with other people.

you constantly catch him staring at you, looking at you up and down. calling you a snack in a joking manner, but he wasn’t joking. if you ever came to him with a gash somewhere on your body, you’d be lucky to make it out alive. mark swallows his hunger when he looks at you, imagining ripping through your skin and getting to your tissue and muscle. you know the good stuff.

sleepovers were never a thing between the two of you, mark couldn’t control himself at night. sometimes the two of you chased each other around the house, when he chased you he made you feel like your life was in danger. like you were prey and mark was the predator. another thing you didn’t think you needed to question was when mark caught you, he would lick, bite and dig at your skin in an odd way. he was tasting you and you didn’t know it.

if his victims saw how different he was with you compared to ripping them limb from limb? oh they would be so enraged. mark was in love with you but that pit in his stomach loved you more. always hungry around you, always. your bones seemed to be calling him, like they wanted to be ripped out of your body but he ignored that call.

aside from all of this, when it came down to him actually being hungry he was either utterly disgusting or fairly neat. it was usually messy of course, but he made it seem like the victim didn’t even exist. if he had plans to see you later that day he was neat. what a gentleman! how you ate chicken? that’s how he ate people.

even so, it’s all love and he would never let himself do that to you. you’re the only person he would even think about sparing, which is surprising considering he murdered his own father but somehow you were safe?

he didn’t understand it either. but he’s disgustingly obsessed with the idea of you in his mouth.

[awakebutstillinbedd]

working on a sinister mark fic where he’s actually a cannibal so idk

[awakebutstillinbedd]

✷ HEART SHAPED BOX:: main!mark Grayson x Reader

WARNING:: naked pictures, pictures during sex, smoking (weed) kissing, riding, unprotected sex, teasing, friends to lovers, porn w plot, stoner! Mark !

SUMMARY:: after the discovery of an old camera under his bed, you and mark have a bit too much fun having your own little photoshoot !

MEIMEI YAPS:: so this is like an updated version of an old smut I had; I’m a slow writer and someone requested something that I really wanted it to be well written, so enjoy this while you wait🫶🏽

Music played as both you and Mark laid on his bed, the smell of weed taking over your senses as this was the third blunt in an hour you both had smoked. Your eyes were low and glossed over, you let the burning blunt sit between your lips and inhale the strong smoke.

You felt your lungs burning as you held in the smoke. Handing it off to the boy who was equally as high next to you seeing him stare at the ceiling as he hits the blunt as well. The blunt was slowly starting to burn out due to the constant chatter bouncing back between the two of you making you take one more weak drag before patting Mark’s leg furiously.

“Can you get me the lighter, feel like my blunt is on life support over here; Grayson” you whine looking down at the neatly wrapped blunt you had rolled along with 2 others that you and Mark had managed to already have smoked after hanging out only 4 hours. Regardless he groans and pats around sheets before he realized it’s not where he last put it. “Where’s the lighter?” He began rolling around lifting up blankets and pillows before huffing frustrated.

“Your lighters grow legs and walk?” Mark asks now as he’s perched up on the back of his legs looking around stupidly as you raise a brow at him unimpressed. “Did you ever think ‘hey, maybe I could’ve dropped it under the bed’?” And it make’s the onyx hair boy slouch slightly before he rolls to the edge of his bed letting his head slip over it bunching the blanket in his hands.

He finds the glitter covered lighter he’s so familliar with he slides the dusty box he doesn’t recognize to the side before grabbing the lighter, his brows scrunch together before he pulls out the box from underneath him then grabbing the lighter before he sits up on the bed along with his new mysterious box. You hold a hand out for him to give you your much needed tool sparking it again.

“What’s in the box?” You ask sluggishly as you take another hit your voice clouded in smoke that fogs the room; but Mark can only shrug “never seen it before, maybe my mom left it in here on accident” he shakes the box hearing how hard whatever was inside was hitting each other making him stop and shake the lid loose until it popped open.

Digging through the box the sound of rumbling could be heard over the music, feeling for the familiar pair of glasses and camera. He clutched them both in his grasp and pulled them from under the rest of the junk he found with a lazy grin.

Mark had the bright idea that came to his fried out mind "lay down I wanna take pictures of you" he says as his hand gently pushes down on your midriff, you lean back until you're in the position that he was once in before he was sitting on his knees as they dig into the mattress , moving his legs to straddle over your stomach.

Your shirt riding up your stomach caught the eye of Mark who had a small smile on his lips, his brain practically short circuits as his large hand pushes your shirt up over your chest revealing your pace bra with a bow sewn into the middle.

Your eyes widen in shock at the feeling of his cold hands on your warm skin "what are you doing?" You ask shyly, seeing the boy above you with hungry eyes "pose for the camera" he mumbled lifting the camera above you. You smile covering your eyes with your arm slightly embarrassed that your friend was taking a picture of you in your bra.

Waving it around you opens your eyes to look at the onyx haired boy who had still been towering above you. His eyes darken as he looked down on you with your sweet doe eyes looking back up at him like a deer in headlights and he loved every single second of it.

Dropping the camera on the mattress his hands pull your shirt over your head and toss it into the carpeted floor. "Mark" you say just above a whisper at how bold the boy had become. "Pose" he whispered back, picking up the camera, the tension in the air becoming thicker by the moment.

Pushing yourself on your forearms you look up at the lens your eyes drain from the bright flash, again the camera spits out the picture. Pulling it out this time Mark didn't look at the picture he put the camera down and took his own shirt off laying next to you with a smile on his face.

You felt your body flush as your shoulders rub against each other. Lifting the camera above both of your faces Mark looked over at you who had already been looking at him. Your eyes are red and glossy as your eyelashes cast a shadow on your cheeks.

Holding eye contact for what felt like forever his eyes flicker down to your lips then back into your eyes. He didn't move any further making you almost let a whine ripple through your throat at how needy you felt to have his lips on yours.

Moving in closer, your eyes leave his and fall to his plump lips, you feel the tip of his nose brush against yours, even the smallest touch makes your stomach churn with butterflies. Giving him one last look your eyes flutter closed as you close the little distance between you and the feeling of his soft lips on yours was all that surged through your mind.

Sucking in a breath through your nose your hand falls to the back of his neck pulling him in deeper making the kiss more needy and lust filled. Progressively speeding up your teeth clash against each other as the smell of his cologne takes over your senses.

Letting out a small groan Mark's hand makes way to the belt loop of your jeans, hooking two fingers inside and pulling your hips closer against his. Your bra covered chest pushes against his naked one while your hand finds his hair, entangling your fingers and shamelessly moaning into his mouth.

His tongue now licking a stripe on your bottom lip begging for access, parting your lips, his tongue immediately brushing against yours mixing your saliva. As you suck on his tongue the remnants of weed and candy on his taste buds didn't bother you a bit.

The flash of the camera goes off making you pull away with hesitation written all over your face, Mark pulling back to see the picture develop and show up with a frame of you and him swapping saliva and shoving your tongues down each other's throats.

You could see the tent in his jeans starting to grow "I'm gonna hang these up all over my room" he mumbled content how they came out . His words make your thighs push together at the thought of Mark having such intimate pictures of you and him being seen by your friends in his room.

But you aren't as slick as you hoped to be. Mark caught the way your knees and thighs pushed together at his words making the small boyish grin on his lips turn into a smirk. Looking back over at you both still high, Mark couldn't help but ask "you wanna keep going?" You could pounce on the boy at any moment seeing as his hair was now messy, his lips now swollen with your lipgloss smeared on them, and his labored breathing making his chest rise and fall more noticeably.

You nod your head looking him in his deep coffee brown eyes with adoration and lust "I want you to fuck me" you say loud enough for him but just above a whisper in the silent room. Your words make Mark twitch in his boxers. Letting out a groan his head falls back "you're gonna fucking kill me" he said as his cock aches within the confinements of his tight boxers and pants.

The way you looked at him was like you were begging for him to just fuck you dumb on his cock. So when he gripped your chin pushing your head back, you could feel his lips on your neck, aimlessly sucking hickeys on your neck leaving purple and red splotches on your supple skin.

You let out small moans at the feeling of his teeth brushing against your sensitive spot that makes you shiver and your hand entangle in his messy black locks. His thumb rubbing against your bottom lip, you open your mouth letting the harsh pad of his thumb press against your tongue.

Sucking on his thumb Mark groaned as the feeling of your warm mouth engulfing his finger, he couldn't help but imagine how good you would look with his cock on your tongue instead of his thumb. Kissing a trail down your neck to your chest.

Your body is covered in goosebumps at the feeling of his warm tongue licking at your cold skin. His hand finds itself behind your back unclipping your bra letting it slip off your shoulders; watching your breasts spill out of the fabric and padding. Discarding it his hands palm your chest as leans down to lick your sensitive nipples making you let out a small moan.

Licking a stripe on one of your nipples you roll your hips at the feeling. But as soon as he pulled away you whine, "sit on my lap" he says in a low tone. Catching a glimpse of the look on his face as the both of you shift until Mark's back presses against the headboard. Pulling his jeans down and tossing them on the floor he looks up expectantly waiting for you to pull yours off as well.

Understanding without saying a word you pull them off discarding them with his as well. Leaving you in your panties that were sticking to you with a small wet patch seeping through the thin fabric. Crawling into his lap you press your ass down on his bulge with no regard earning you a choked moan. You could feel as if your pussy practically stuck to the wet fabric of your panties while you grind your hips against him.

The small wet watch of precum becomes larger as your panties make friction soaking his underwear as well. The outline of his cock rubbing against your clit makes your head spin and you couldn't help but moan and grind harder against him. "You feel so good" you whimper hearing the sticky sounds of your slick thighs rubbing together, it was messy yet the both of you were too eager chasing some form of an orgasm to care what kind of mess you make.

Your hand moves around the mattress to find the camera as you look down at Mark whose head was thrown back while he lets out the deepest groans of pleasure. His hands guiding your hips against his at a faster pace makes you choke out louder moans.

"Fuck" he whispered harshly as you finally find the camera and holding the camera up you place your eye close to the view finder as you point the lens at a dazed Mark who was on cloud 9.

Pressing down on the shutter button the flash finally goes off making Mark open his eyes and look up at you, "you looked too good" you whisper placing one of your hands down on his lower abdomen as you feel Mark buck his hips into you faster.

The feeling of the fabric running against your pussy slightly burned but it felt too good to care. "Feels so good" he grumbled as the pressure began to build. The both of you chasing your orgasms push your panties to the side rubbing your bare pussy against the fabric of his boxers at a fast pace that makes you whine.

You gasp feeling yourself being sent over the edge, Mark begins to slow down but you only shake your head as you anticipate him reaching his peak. "Please keep going, I want you to cum" you moan as your nails drag against his skin leaving behind a trail of red marks.

Your needy words make his eyes roll back as he pushes your hips down, he ruts into you as he moans shamelessly. Mark had no idea if it was just the weed or if your pussy had fucking magic but your sweet moans and the sloppy sounds send him into a spiral of pleasure. His cum seeps through his boxers as his hips twitch in a bit of overstimulation he didn't care, his hips slow down and then stop completely as he feels himself slowly coming back down to earth.

He lets out a large huff as a shy smile finds its way on his face, he can't believe he just came in his boxers after literally letting you dry hump him like a needy puppy. His hands grip at the flesh of your ass he lets out a small chuckle with a smirk on his lips.

"You're driving me crazy- fuck" he groaned as he continues to catch his breath. You giggle at him still feeling your mind trying to process. Who would've thought getting high off of 3 blunts and having sex would feel this good.

Pushing you off his thighs Mark gently pushes you down into the sheets pulling your panties down and sliding them off your ankle he discards them. The view of your pussy practically shining in all its wet glory. Mark was desperate. To touch, taste and fill you up in so many ways he couldn't even think straight.

Nobody had ever made you feel so good just by barely touching. Until Mark had decided to drag his face down your stomach, littering small kisses on your sweet supple skin until he stopped at the place you needed him most. Kissing down your inner thigh sucking hickeys into your skin you shiver at the feeling of his warm tongue giving your puffy lips a small lick. Whispering a curse under his breath he licks again this time he is much more confident.

he holds your thighs when the pleasure starts seizing your limbs, as the feeling of his warm tongue licking from your hole to your clit and sucking needly. You moan as your hand reaches for the back of his head pushing him against your pussy.

Groaning against you sent vibrations all over as you let out a small giggle that broke into a moan feeling the harsh pad of his thumb rub against your clit while his tongue worked to push inside you.

The sounds you make are music to his ears. He presses his nose on your clit, inhaling your scent deeply before his tongue dives inside your waiting pussy. You pull onto his hair, writhing against his face. "Feels so good Mark" you moan as you roll your hips against his face.

You could feel his lips curve against your pussy sending shivers down your spine. The wet muscle repetitively enters you, eager to gather your nectar. It feels like heaven, stomach tightening with each second.

Pulling away his thumb Mark flattens his tongue against you licking from your entrance to your clit again, kissing it he sucks harshly on the bud with no regard as you moan his name mindlessly. "Oh fuck" you manage to whimper out you tug at his hair as he groaned, your eyes shut as you "please use your fingers" you moan neediness dripping from your tone.

His hand moving from your plush thigh, his thumb rubbing harsh circles on your clit he pulled away licking your clit once more his middle and ring fingers make way to your entrance. Pushing in slowly you groan at the penetration, easing your tight walls around his thick fingers as he pushes them deeper you feel the cool metal on his rings all the way at the knuckles of his fingers as it grounds you from the euphoric feeling.

Pulling his head he looks up at you with your juices on his swollen lips and on his chin his fingers begin to move, opening your eyes. You look down at him feeling his gaze as he watches you react gasping as the feeling you grind down against his fingers "you like that? Hm?" He says as he licks your essence off of his lips.

His hair now disheveled as his cheeks were blooming with a soft blush, you nod eagerly "yeah? You want me to go faster for you?" He coos feeling you clench around him at the sound of his lewd words, you clench harder "yes please" you say losing your mind on his fingers as you absentmindedly grind down on them.

Without a single falter in his movements his fingers began to rub against the gummy part of your walls at a faster rate as the sound of your sopping pussy getting pounded by his fingers made you squeal. "Feels so good Mark" you cry out hoping to god he wouldn't stop the rewarding pace he had set. Your hips involuntarily buck against his fingers as his assault of pleasure on your pussy consumed you whole.

"I'm close" you whine as the sloshing sound and the sound of you and Mark's mixed heavy breathing had been the only thing you could hear "yeah, you gonna cum all over my fingers?" He asks teasingly as his tongue licks a long stripe against your clit that had the feeling in the pit of your stomach churning in anticipation for your orgasm.

"Yes, wanna cum just for you" you whine under your breath as he pushes and pulls his fingers in and out of you faster watching you come closer and closer to the edge waiting for him to catch you. He sucks and licks your clit harshly making you let out a loud moan as you cum all over his fingers.

"So good" he hummed as he fucks you through your high slowing down as he kisses your clit that's now sensitive making you writhed under him. "Doing so good for me" he chuckles breathily as he pulls away from you kissing your thighs as if he was rewarding you.

You let out a small giggle that turned into a choked moan when his long fingers pulled out of you. With no hesitation he sucked on his fingers licking off any essence and cum you had left on his digits.

Pulling them away he leans in to kiss you letting his tongue brush over yours to taste yourself. The smell of weed and whatever sweet smelling candle he stole from Debbie had sent you into a spiral of neediness. "Want' you to fuck me so bad" you mumble against his lips.

"I got you don't worry" he says reassuringly, pulling off his cum stained boxers he let out a sigh of relief, his hard cock twitching and blushing a soft red at his tip he couldn't help but wrap his hand around his length and jerk himself off at the beautiful sight that was you naked in his bed looking up at his with round red eyes.

“Fuck, I wanna see you on top of me” he hissed as the sticky sound of his hand wrapped around his cock makes your thigh twitch. “Ride you?” You ask lazily and he hums as he watches you grin letting Mark lay against the pillows in the middle of the bed.

He moves your legs open wider as he takes his rightful place in between them once again. Watching the tip of his cock rub up and down your slit as your hips twitch in sensitivity. His cock glistening from a mixture of precum and your slick he presses the head of his cock at your entrance slowly pushing inside you enjoying the warm and tight feeling inside you.

His hands move to either side of your legs as he looks down on you with complete adoration in his eyes. Pushing deeper inside you he lets out a moan "fuck you feel so good" he says as he catches his bottom lip in between his teeth.

"You're so big" you slur seeing how good he filled you up to the brim your arms wrap around his neck your foreheads pressed together as you watch his begin to slowly move. Mark couldn't get enough of the sight as his cock disappeared inside your pussy.

His cock buried deep inside you that you moan and dig crescent shaped dents into his skin. set a pace for bouncing in his lap. The feeling of your velvety walls tightening around making him choke back a moan. "Oh- god" you whisper shakily. His hands holding onto your hips guiding a pace, the soft sound of skin slapping with your small moans could be heard throughout the room.

You looked so good with your chest bouncing and your hair all messy. You looked good with a small sheen of sweat on your skin and your makeup smeared, he was addicted to the sight. Mark; eager to let his load off inside you, holds your thighs stopping you from bouncing any longer and begins to thrust his hips into you. The feeling of his tip pushing at your cervix.

His hips piston into you as your thighs and ass jiggle at the repetitive thrusts "right there!" You moan as you feel him pounding in a certain part of your walls. You tighten around him as your essence forms a white ring around the base of his dick.

"Just like that! I just want you to come inside me" you babble mindlessly as his stomach churns at the words spewing out. "Yeah? Want me to fill you up with my cum?" he groans as the knot in your stomach begins to tighten and Mark's death grip on the fat of your thighs almost sends you over the edge if it wasn't for how hard he was pounding you.

You nod eagerly as you begin to alternate between grinding and bouncing, your nails drag against his back leaving behind a red and irritated trail- yet he didn't mind it as it pushed him closer to his orgasm.

Leaning down to him your moans against each other's lips push you closer and closer. Your back is arching as you move faster wanting to cum so badly "keep going. Don't stop" he groaned, letting his head fall back.

His hair messily pushed against his forehead as it was covered in sweat and his eyes rolled back "god I'm gonna cum" he said breathily "I want you to look at me when you cum okay?" Says opening his eyes looking up at you.

You nod as you let your moans fall past your lips, the sensation building more and more until it became to overwhelming you gasp "I'm gonna cum" you whine as your hips fall more hastily on him, the strings of your juices latching onto your thighs. His moans mixed with yours as he drowned in the feeling of your walls spasming around him pushing him completely over the edge.

"Fuck" he groaned as warm spurts of cum filled you, grinding down and letting the cum spill past your walls and down the base of his cock you hum as your content with your orgasm. And just as fast as all of this began- it ended with you pulling off of Mark and laying down beside him, your chests both slowly riding and falling, you turn your head over to him with low red eyes, he meets your gaze "want me to re-light the blunt?" You ask with a smirk.

He nods, leaning over to kiss your lips he smiles against your lips as his hand reaches over to the bed side table that holds the ashtray his fingers pluck the blunt from out of the ash tray as well as grabbing the lighter he hands bedazzled lighter you gifted him in his invincible colors; he presses the blunt between his lips as you spark the flame watching him glow under the warmth of the fire.

Watching as the thick clouds of smoke begin to cloud the room filled with the smell of weed and sex wafting over your senses. “One more round after this?” He asks as he blows out another puff out handing the blunt to you which makes you laugh and nod as you take a hit yourself perching your naked chest against his.

Mark looks down at the sheets and reaches for the boxy hunk of plastic he leans away from you before holding the camera up to his face “so pretty” he coo’s teasingly as the camera shutters you snatch it from his hands as the camera spits up the picture you toss it to the end of the bed before tugging his body back into yours he rolls onto you slightly pecking your lips twice before plucking the blunt from your grasp with a boyish smile.

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reminiscing… he is so hot i will write him soon

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writing shall continue later this week. i’m back guys!!

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Roommate!Mark who’s so obsessed with you it physically aches. he’ll fold your laundry for you just so he can touch your bras, holding them delicately like they’re sacred, inhaling them with a shudder and a hard on throbbing in his pants. Sometimes he jerks off right there, cock twitching over the pile like a dog in heat.

Roommate!Mark who’s in love with the way you smell your pillow, your shampoo, even the faint scent of your hand lotion left on the handle of the fridge. He’ll bury his face in your sheets when you’re out, humping into the mattress while whispering things like “I love you, I love you, I love you” under his breath like a chant.

Roommate!Mark who waits until you’re in the shower so he can sneak into your room and press his cock against the lace of your panties, humping into them slowly, lovingly. He finishes with a shaky whimper and leaves them exactly where they were, heart pounding as he imagines you putting them on later with his cum still dried inside.

Roommate!Mark who gets painfully hard just watching you do normal things like washing dishes, brushing your hair, dancing a little while you cook. He bites his lip behind you like a fucking animal, hand slipping into his sweats the second you leave the room. It doesn’t even take long. You’re that hot to him.

Roommate!Mark who’s in love with every inch of you. Your thighs, your scent, the way you hum when you’re relaxed. He’ll watch you curl up with a blanket on the couch, and his dick will be rock hard just from how soft you look.

Roommate!Mark who uses your shampoo and body wash when you’re not home, jerking off in the shower while imagining it’s your hands on his skin. He’ll moan into the water like he’s losing his mind, cumming against the tile and gasping like it’s the first orgasm he’s ever had.

Roommate!Mark who’s too much of a coward to tell you how he feels, so instead he lives in this quiet hell, jacking off to the sound of your laugh, clutching your panties to his face, humping your pillow with a desperate, fucked out whimper like some perverted love drunk animal.

Roommate!Mark who thinks about you when he cums so hard his vision goes white. Who licks the edge of your toothbrush before he uses it. Who holds your socks to his chest when he sleeps and tells himself it’s just a phase. But it’s not. It’s you. It’s always have been you.

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having severe writers block yall im sorryyyyy

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pervert!markgrayson x fem!reader (pt.2)

cw: perverting, stalking, possessiveness, somnophilia.

a/n: yall asked for more so here’s part two [cute] i lowkey hate it but he so nasty gurl. and i love all of you so so much thank you for the love!!

part 1

at this point, you and mark had some of the same friends as well. he would never think about going to any event with them if you weren’t there, you grew suspicious but soon brushed it off. in the car or truck or whatever one one of your friends had he always insisted that you, and only you, would sit in his lap if there was limited room. his face flushed with a bright pink when you sat in his lap, mark fought every single bone in his body not to grab your hips and start humping you right there.

at parties mark wouldn’t dare be too far away from you, he watched you like a hawk and you had no idea. constantly coming up to talk to you if he got a weird vibe from someone

“maark! come dance!”

oh hell no he wasn’t a dancer at all but he would do anything you asked, biting the inside of his cheek whenever you called his name. you were drinking, of course you were and he made sure his hand never left your waist when he was behind you. while you were wasted? he snuck pictures of underneath your dress. so dirty mark was but these were just for safe keeping—like every other photo he took with perverted intentions. he kept everything in the same shoebox in the back of his closet.

mark always flew you home if you got too drunk, oddly quiet the entire time even when you were slurring your words. he laid you onto your bed, taking off your shoes for you! what a gentleman. when you were out like a light, he spent the rest of his time at your house peeling your panties off of you. little pervert always took a sniff before stuffing them into his pocket. your aroma was too much, his body had gotten hot and he could feel it rising to his head and filling up his cheeks. you were so dolled up just laying there in your dress, he constantly fueled the delusion in his head that you did that all for him!

“she’s always getting so pretty for me.”

being the respectful man he is—liar. he pulled down your dress to cover up anything that was showing. you were such a heavy sleeper, even him doing something so nice could turn into something so impure. mark could feel the hunger his body had for you, a wet spot forming on his pants, like always to show it. mark palmed his face, clawing at his pale cheeks like he was suffering. he ran his thumb over your lips, admiring the soft skin there. only once did he push his finger into your mouth. feeling the warmth of your tongue, your saliva on his thumb drove him crazy. mark couldn’t begin to imagine how it would feel on his cock.

“fuck—can’t do this anymore.”

he breathed heavily as constant “im so sorry about this” came from his mouth while he freed his cock from his pants. starting to rub his tip on your thigh, mark was so so desperate for your skin. he began bucking his hips to the surface of your thigh, struggling to take your underwear out of his pocket he shoves them into his mouth. muffled moans left his body as he did this, everything felt so good against you. his pre cum wiping small spots on your skin when he tipped his head back.

“so— so pretty.. so soft. i’m gonna—“

mark quietly moaned as he felt sudden eruption from his cock to all over your thigh. he felt guilty as he quickly pulled out his camera to snap a shot of your thigh covered in his semen. you still slept like nothing was even happening. he almost started to panic but then he realized that he never freaked out like this when you got close to his closet why should he do it now? taking your panties out of his mouth, wiping up his warm mess that he made on you before kissing your forehead and leaving.

when he got home, he quickly printed out the panty shots he gathered from you that night and he did exactly what you think he did. he knows what your skin feels like against his cock and it’s the only thing running through his head. mark didn’t even feel guilty anymore, he felt like you were meant for this by the way heat pooled into your panties every time he watched you sleep. it’s like you knew it was him. his jaw clenching as the picture formed in his head, he had every opportunity to rip your panties off of you and just start fucking you out of your slumber. but he was better than that, not by a long shot but he was.

he moaned as he squeezed and pumped his cock to your photos like you were there. that night, he could cum for hours and hours, if only you were there on top of him telling him how good of a job he was doing. praising him.

he knew what kind of perfume you wore, your shoe size, your bra size. anything you didn’t tell him, he always figured it out. stuff your best friends probably didn’t even know, he knew. he’s memorized your schedules, the time you usually went to bed, and most of all. the times you pleasured yourself. you’re a simple girl, can’t sleep without it. he often used his viltrumite senses to spy on you, just like every time you masturbated. he was outside your window masturbating with you. he knew how nasty you were and that just made his boners harder to control. mark found himself constantly distracted by your lips, your moans replayed in his head. just wishing it was for him.

mark, being the absolutely disgusting boy that he was. this became a routine, a routine to the point that he needed to feel your skin in order to finish. he was truly desperate. sometimes picking different spots on your body to spray on while you were asleep. it’s not like he just did it for no reason, he just loved you that much! so much that he would be the only one doing this. ever.

he could always tell when a guy was trying to make a move on you. you could be at work, and a customer would touch your hand when you handed them their drink. mark would be there, sitting in the corner watching. after that day, you would never even see these people again. it’s not like they were dead, he might’ve just threatened to rip them in half..harmless right?

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more months passed, you were at his house regularly now and he loved every second of it. he couldn’t act like a pervert when you were there, but every once in a while he was in the bathroom for a smidge too long. you ignored the bulge that was usually in his pants whenever you came over, thinking it was just him being a boy. he always told you it just happens, b

“mark. did you fall in or something?”

mark paused abruptly. of course he was in there beating his cock. what else would he be doing? he quickly zipped up his jeans and flushed the toilet like he did something, washing his hands then opening the door like nothing happened. goddamnit you basically edged him just now, without a clue.

“oh uhh- hey. nah i’m okay. we should go back to my room.”

you shrugged, walking away. he would always be looking at your figure as you walked away. thinking about what panties you had on today, or if all of his stealing made you come with none on? any time you didn’t have a bra on he had to control himself by not staring at the perky nipples making an appearance from underneath your shirt. next day you were at work, of course that shirt went missing. he’s such a thief, so pathetic hiding his feelings for you. but you essentially began to figure him out. mark is so, so easy.

multiple stolen pairs of your panties were soiled. soiled from his release, how disgusting. yes he washed them, but not as often as he should. anything he took from you he’d at least came in it once.

ewwwwww!

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BRO THE PERVERT MARK THING PLEAAAASE DO GROSS US OUT OMG giggling kicking my feet i love gross fictional men . GIVE ME MORE

wait ok 😏😏 i got you nonnie

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i gotta realize this is tumblr and it be some nasty mfs on here just like me

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sinister!mark x fem!reader

cw: public sex, name calling, choking, head (m receiving), dubcon if you squint.

a/n: based on my very first post. with sinister mark being mean. enjoy <3

mark always took what he wanted when he wanted it. in public he would regularly lay you across his lap, lifting up your skirt just grope and squeeze your ass so brutally. leaving bruises. you didn’t even try to fight it because you loved every second of it. the public humiliation, the stares, the bruises. you loved it all. constantly sneaking you into the men’s restroom just to have you on your knees in a stall on that cold, dirty public restroom floor.

“what did i tell you about wearing this? hm?”

mark leaned over, chuckling as he wrapped a single hand around your neck. kissing you with such aggression, he didn’t ever chase your lips. you chased his. always biting your bottom lip with such force, he was hungry and it was all for you. he ripped open the shirt you had on, it was barely covering anything anyways— as he pinched your nipples you whined.

“don’t whine, you know you like it bitch.”

he sat himself on the toilet, his cock already rock hard as it sprung out of his pants. “come on. you know what i want.” it’s like you were trained, he was so so mean to you but you loved how he spoke to you. your lips only wrapped around his tip, he was already sick of this. mark grabbed your head with both hands, it felt like your head was going to pop when he forced your head down onto his length. he could see your eyes began to water as he bobbed your head up and down on him.

“you’re so nasty sweetheart. what if someone saw you?”

mark pulled your mouth off of his cock, letting you breathe. but before you knew it he had you bent over the counter, the both of you looking at yourselves in the mirror. he didn’t even ask if you were ready he just knew how easy you were for him— forcing his length inside of you. mark went in and out, in and out of you, his cock covered in your slick. you couldn’t even look at the mess he made you into.

“come on whore. look at you, you’re so fucking disgusting. getting turned on by this.”

he leaned over, grabbing your neck as he made you look at yourself in the mirror. you could feel your juices flowing down your leg and dripping onto the floor. you felt so dirty doing this in a public space but you should be used to it by now right? anyone that came into the restroom he spoke to them like he wasn’t rearranging your guts, your moans almost sounded painful.

“aren’t you mines baby? you love getting fucked in front of other people huh?”

you couldn’t even respond, he had you absolutely wrecked.

“answer me bitch.” ..so mean :(

he commanded as his grip tightened around your neck. you finally swallowed, nodding quickly. murmuring multiple “yes.yes.yes.” your makeup was beyond ruined, you had multiple red marks all over you. every single time he ruined you like this you pretend you didn’t like it. mark ignored your pleas for him to stop because he knew you didn’t mean it. you loved just being a toy for mark, letting him use your fat cunt whenever he wanted.

without warning he smacked your ass, leaving a stinging feeling while he thrusted into you. shooting his warm cum deep into your pussy. that’s all it was for him—a hole to fuck. you only ever existed for him, the both of you knew that. but even then, he didn’t stop fucking you. he wouldn’t stop until he knew you came on his cock. mark picked up his pace, his tip kissing that spongey spot inside of you. plap plap plap. as your ass made contact with his hips.

“cum for me sweetheart, i know you want to.”

his words cut through you like a knife. it’s like all you needed was the okay and you became putty in his hands. your knees buckled as you screamed his name, giving him your all as you squirted. a puddle forming onto the floor. all he could do was shake his head, scoffing

“fucking disgusting girl. so nasty.”

mark pulled out of you, making you face him. he always, always kissed you after. all sloppy like then he spat in your mouth and on your face, and just to make you feel nastier he rubbed it in. all over your face.

“clean yourself up. we’re heading home.”

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pervert!markgrayson x fem!reader

cw: stalking, masturbation, perverting.

a/n: mark is super nasty in this one and i could’ve written more but i didn’t wanna gross yall out <3

mark would always get turned on by nearly everything you did. whether it was the small windows of skin whenever you wore jeans with the smallest rips or the way you spoke to him with such kindness, he always went home and got off to it. you could hit him on his back with the utmost force and he would still be biting his lip. even when you were out with your friends in a dress that seemed even a little too skimpy he would fly over in secret to see you in it in person. you never knew he was there though.

he always had something for you, but forever he figured you saw him as dorky and uncool. the both of you weren’t exactly friends, but more like acquaintances. it ate at him every night, especially when he fought his urges not to spy on you in your bedroom like a creep. there’s so many things wrong with this but one unforgiving night he finds himself floating at your window and peeking in on you getting dressed. of course he knows the right thing to do is go home but is that what he wants to do?

mark is bewildered at the sight of your bare skin. you’ve got him covering his face in embarrassment for even looking. like the pervert he is, he peeks through his fingers to look at you once more. if you can believe it, he’s using every bone in his body not to palm at his tightening pants. the leaky beads of pre cum made a wet spot develop in his pants, mark felt disgusting but he really couldn’t help it. the poor thing. his breath hitched as he abandoned his thoughts and began palming at the bulge in his pants, you’re all he thought about. he couldn’t even cum if he wasn’t thinking about you.

somehow, he never gets caught. he flies off before you turn around to look out of your window like you always do every night.

mark lays in his bed, his thoughts going crazy with the bulge in his pants now freed. his cock twitches aggressively and it’s all for you, he might’ve even stolen a pair of your panties while you weren’t home. he held it up to his nose, feeling on the cotton as he wrapped his hand around the base of his cock. every time he did this he always whimpered your name in sweet short breaths, he was so sensitive, so inexperienced but he forever wishes his hand was your mouth.

it even getting to the point he came in the same pair he stole from you over and over again. sure he washed it, but whenever he finished he thought about how he would love for it to be either in you or all over you. whenever he teased his tip, thinking about you talking him through his orgasm he felt so so dirty but thats the thrill and he knew that more than anybody.

small gestures like you getting him something small to eat just because he was at your job. of course he wouldn’t just come there for you, he was super hungry!—is what he always told himself. getting turned on seeing you at work, so independent. you always took charge as well, he just wished you’d take charge of him and publicly humiliate him

oh what brave decision mark makes to invite you over to his house to study for your finals. with you sitting on his bed he couldn’t help himself, you were in his room and on his bed. it felt like a dream come true for him, you never suspected that he stole your undergarments or had a shoebox full of pictures of you in his closet. he kept all of this under wraps, he always pretended he wasn’t dying to dry hump the spot you were sitting at on his bed but he always ends up doing it. so, so warm and it smelled exactly like you, if this was the closest he would ever get to having his cock anywhere near you he would absolutely take that chance.

mark whimpers your name constantly when he masturbates. pumping his cock to a regular picture of you while humping that spot on his bed.

“f-fuck..”

he couldn’t help but bite his fist every time he came thinking about you, to the point his fist was bloody. he was just a boy is what you told yourself, and him always wanting to talk to you was just that grayson charm! you never knew anything he was doing and he wasn’t planning on telling you.

within a few months you guys are actually friends, he somehow doesn’t fuck it up. you guys are regularly going out to eat and hanging out. everything is great but his obsession had only gotten worse. your actual clothes end up going missing every single time you leave the house, he stole shirts, pants, hoodies and even your toothbrush. when you’re on the phone with him telling him about your problems he’s on the other end palming at his bulge.

mark suddenly pauses when you talk about your clothes going missing and even a toothbrush. he stammers over the phone

“oh yeah that’s..really really weird!”

he’s such a fake, it kills him whenever you even talk to him about anything that might’ve gone missing because he knows it was him. he had never done or been like this with any other girl but you? you really made him act like a fucking dog every time you even crossed his mind.

mark would even watch you sleep sometimes. standing over you in your room, admiring how you looked unconscious. the one time he was pure was this, he didn’t touch you or even masturbate over you he just observed. staring, nearly drooling at the sight of your bare shoulder when your shirt slipped off of it. he really couldn’t control himself when he saw your brows scrunch and you started groaning in your sleep, he could see the pleasure of whatever you were dreaming about (hoping it was him) forming a wet dark spot on your panties. if you can believe it, he took a deep breath and quickly left out of your window. this unhealthy obsession had been going on for nearly 2 years and you were completely oblivious.

hes SO not a creep, he just loves you so much

part 2

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mark grayson x semibratfem!reader

cw: smut, rough sex, teasing, unprotected p in v

a/n: again, might be a little ooc but if you’d wanna get taught a lesson by mark too right? not proofread, enjoy <3

“are you gonna ignore me all day because we missed the meet and greet?”

you absolutely were gonna ignore him because he made you miss the meet and greet. you sat on the couch, legs and arms crossed with your brows scrunched not paying attention to anything he was saying to you.

“come on pretty girl. you can’t stay mad at me forever, you know there was an insect attacking phoenix.”

getting on his knees in front of you, resting his head on your knee. mark looked up at you with his sweet puppy-like eyes. he apologized multiple times to you but he didn’t mean it. he knew you weren’t gonna be mad at him forever. you even struggled not to fold right there, his eyes were one of your favorite things about him. even if that was the case, your eyes looked all around but failing to even land on him.

at this point he was beginning to get sick of your behavior, every time you did this he knew he just had to fuck the attitude right out of you. the viltrumite strength never went to waste, you liked how rough he was with you.

mark sighed as he stood up, clenching his jaw and biting the inside of his cheek. hands on his hips, his eyebrows scrunched as he looked at you with frustration. you knew what was about to happen.

“that’s how it is huh?”

he picked you up like it was nothing, sitting you in his lap sliding his hand under the shirt you wore that happened to be his. mark aggressively pinched your nipples and played with your breasts, you let out small squeaks as he did this.

“you’re gonna get what you want, don’t pretend you don’t like it.”

your back arched and your body jerked from the pain of him pinching your tender nipples. “m-maark..” you whined he wasn’t even listening, the only times you act bratty is when you wanna get treated like a toy and he knew just that.

he picked you up, tossing you back onto the couch with your face in a pillow. your feet kicked in defiance and mark had a smile plastered on his face as he snatched off your shorts that really didn’t cover anything. tossing them on the floor.

“you might as well just prance around in nothing sweetheart. always wearing something so revealing around me huh?”

you nodded, agreeing with him as your ears rang when he gave you a spank on your round plump ass. the area turning red from the contact. you were already so wet your him and he could see that as he spread your folds to reveal the yearning wetness that lied between your thighs.

“so..so pretty.” he teased you, rolling his tongue around clit lapping up your juices. you whimpered into the pillow as you tried to get away from him, pushing his shoulders with your feet. mark knew you were just putty in his hands and the heat in between your legs only got hotter and hotter when he sucked on your clit and teased your tight hole.

he pulled out his cock, plumping his length as beads of precum developed at his tip. mark tangled his fingers in your hair, picking your head up and letting you breathe.

“is this what you wanted baby? being so bratty all of the time.”

mark quickly pushed his length deep inside of your cunt. he quite literally reshaped your insides to fit him and him only. thrusting into you, he threw his head back feeling your walls clench around him. “you feel s’good..” he groaned, leaning over and kissing your back and neck. your eyes rolled to the back of your head, you couldn’t even speak. even his strokes were so deep and careful his strength felt like an unimaginable force inside of you.

“mark- mark please im sorry i wont act like that any-“

“shut up. don’t start apologizing now you asked for this sweetheart.”

he cut you off, he didn’t want to hear any of the bullshit sorrys coming out of your mouth.

“say it.” he fucked you so deeply you were seeing stars, “say my name while i fuck you.” mark grabbed your hips and smacked your ass once more.

“mark please. m’so so sorry mark. ”

he flipped you over, your back now on the couch. pushing your knees to touch your chest he spat on your creamy cunt and slid himself back into you. even this made the pressure inside both of you build up even more.

“i’m close..”

your toes curled as he slowly pulled his hips back but suddenly snapped them back to connect with yours. drool came from your mouth, so much dick it made you stupid.

“you gonna let me cum in you? you’re okay with that right?”

you mumble sweet “uh huh”s. mark grunted as he groped your ass followed by another ruthless smack. tears welted in your eyes, only because of the pain. you enjoyed it and you knew it. before you could even let another word out you felt him picking up his pace, his cock twitching inside of you like it was something it needed to release.

you shut your eyes tightly with an intense feeling in your stomach, your legs tensing up as you creamed all over his length. your walls nearly strangled his cock as your pussy pulsed around him. your face flushed, you were spent but he wasn’t done with you.

without warning. mark threw his head back, grunting while he buried his cock deep inside of you. shooting his ropes of warm sticky semen into your tight cunt. his breath heavy, as he planted the sweetest kisses on your stomach and chest. pulling out, he spread your folds and grinned at the sight of him leaking out of you. m

“always-“ he caught his breath, pausing in between sentences. leaning over to whisper in your ear.

“always asking for it aren’t you? of course..but don’t let it happen again.”

you and him both knew it was gonna happen again.

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Loser!Mark Grayson x Fem!Reader

Loser!Mark Grayson who is absolutely horrified to admit his feelings to you. You two have been friends for years-living right next door to each other since you moved in middle school, it was bound you two would get close. Back then was so much easier; hanging out in his backyard talking about his comics, watching TV in the living room together after playing whatever video games he suggested…so much harder now.

He’s always found you pretty, yeah, but it was always a friendly way! He swears it was just friendly! But then as you got older..

He suppressed his feelings for as many years as he could, truly. Went through most of high school without thinking about how pretty you are, or how smart…or how perfect and gentle you are or how sweet and kind-But now that’s all he can think about. You’re just so sweet and as nice as you can be to everyone who deserves it, effortlessly smart yet always studying with him after school. The prettiest girl he’s ever laid his eyes on.

Loser!Mark who still loves to hang out with you as you guys did as kids. Watching TV shows you would pick and talking about whoever’s drama at school. He found it more awkward now that there was always a pretty girl lying beside him chatting away.

“They were whisper arguing alll period, but it was barely even whispering ‘cause I heard most of-Mark? Are you even listening to me?” Your words pulled him from his daydream, quickly made him realize how weird he must of looked staring at you, day dreaming about finally asking you out. “Wh-What? Of course I was listening, I was just..I-I spaced out for a few seconds, repeat yourself please?” A weak exuse, but it was better than admitting he was thinking about how it would feel to kiss those soft lips, or how it would feel to hold onto your waist as you kissed..or how it would feel to listen to your voice guide him to go further than a kiss

Loser!Mark who turned into a bit of a stalker when he got his powers..not in a weird way! He would just fly around to make sure you got to work okay. And then also to make sure you got home just fine.

…It only got a bit perverted when it wasn’t for your safety. He did start to look through your window from his-But it was nothing bad! You two are neighbors! You just happened to leave your curtains open while you were on the phone with whoever..while you were practicing prancing around your room in just your tank top and pajama shorts that barely covered up anything..

Loser!Mark who couldn’t help but touch himself as he watched you. It started with just palming himself through his pajama pants while you would walk back and forth in your room. Only really went further when you began to admire your pretty self and body in the mirror in your room. His hand stayed tightly clamped over his mouth, whining and panting into his left hand while he imagined the other was yours handling his needy cock. Imagining how your perfect voice would coo at him about being so good while you would move your hand up and down his needy length while he would whine and moan till he would eventually shoot those creamy white ropes all over your hand.

Loser!Mark who for now, has to settle for those fantasies while watching you in your room instead of asking you out..he swears he’ll do it one day