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[cherryyluvs]

Makin pretty love to me, pretty !

⋆₊˚⊹♡ ───〃★ Mark G. x fem!reader | Content, size kink, sex pollen, lovey dovey??? pwp, smut, overstimulation, praise kink, horny and in love, nsft, mark is kinda submissive ??

It's been exactly three days since you’ve last seen your boyfriend. Three days since the sky split open and Mark flew into a portal. You told yourself not to panic. you’re used to him disappearing for missions, to half hugs and quick kisses before he’s called away.

Sure you didn't love it but you've learned to live with it.

You expected him to be back in a day, two at max. Cecil offered to give you updates but so far there has been nothing.

You didn't realize that it was past midnight, the world is now fast asleep and here you are. Rinsing dishes and then– You hear a soft whoosh.

Quickly you left the kitchen, feet carrying you into the living room to find Mark and you're relieved to see him.

He’s here. Safe.

His hair’s a mess, clinging onto his forehead with sweat. He’s breathing hard— chest rising and falling as well as sweating profusely.

You open your mouth to scold him and tell him how worried you were for him, how empty the bed felt without him. But you stop.

You notice a dent, a very, very noticeable bulge between his legs and your mouth goes dry.

Mark sways slightly on his feet with his jaw clenched. He looks like he's trying to keep himself composed. Like he's fighting against something urgent and raw.

“I should've gone to Cecil…” he rasps, voice hoarse. He took a step towards you. “I should've..” He spoke again, eyes flicked down your body. And then his eyes meet yours– glossy and desperate.

“But I came to you…”

Your heart thudded “Mark…”

“I—I don't know what they hit me with,” he stammers. “I went through the portal and there was like these flowers? Spores? They bursted red mist and the..” Mark groans, stumbling backward to land on your couch.

You didn't mean to glace down again but how could you not? He’s tenting his suit and you could make out the outline of his monstrous and twitching—

“Oh, f-fuck.” Mark grits, dragging a palm over his face. “I'm sorry– I didn't come here to– I thought maybe i could just– cool off or something, but it’s– it’s so much worse now that i see you.”

You walk towards him and put your hands on his chest, you can feel his heart beating faster than normal. “You're burning up.” you say as you straddle him.

“I– I keep picturing your thighs around my face or— or how tight you were that time in the shower and— fuck.” Heat blooms across your face at the way he says it, filthy and unfiltered.

You lean in to kiss him slowly, but it deepens quickly, messy, and hungry. Hip lips part with a groan and hands flying to your hips and bringing you closer.

You tug at his suit’s lower half and open it, his cock springs out free and already dripping. You see the way his cock is laying thick and heavy against his stomach.

“Holy shit,” you whisper, eyes fixated on it. Intimidated by the size, veiny and pulsing. Did it get bigger? Your fingers fumble as you remove your shorts off, trembling with urgency as you shove them down. Heat pooling between your thighs.

Mark gasps and moans, burying himself deep inside of you with a brutal thrust.

Your eyes roll back. He’s hot, thick, and twitching inside of you, your walls clench around him. His hands are everywhere at once, at your hips, his palms cupping your ass, sliding up your shirt to feel and squeeze your breasts.

You ride him, rolling your hips, watching the way his face twists with pleasure. The sweat between your bodies makes the skin stick in the best way.

“Oh my god,” he groans , head falling against your shoulders, hips rocking helplessly.

You lift off him, cock slick and twitching, just for a second and he lets out a needy sound. You laugh breathlessly and line him up again. “Be patient,” you say as you slowly sink down onto him, slow and deep.

Your breath hitches as you sink down onto him, trying— failing to take all of him, its too much, he’s too much. You whimper, legs shaking from the stretch. Little by little you managed to get all of him in.

His mouth falls open, hands fly to your hips and gripping them, fingers digging in. “Ohhh fuuuuckk.” He moans out, “You feel so– tight and warm– fuck, i wont last—”

“Shh,” you whisper, rolling your hips gently. “You can, baby. I'll take care of you.” you say before giving him another kiss and this time it was sloppier than before.

You ride him like you’re meant to. Slow at first, just enough to let him feel you before picking the pace. His head rolling back as he pants and shudders under you. Thumbing your nipples before sucking at them.

The room is filled with the sound of skin on skin, you’re soaked — embarrassingly so, every time you sink down on him, there’s a lewd, slick squelch sound. You can hear and feel it, the wet glide of your cunt taking him over and over.

The filthy noise only gets louder with each thrust. Mark groans, “Baby, l–listen to you.” he pants, voice breaking with need. You moan, shameless, hips rolling slowly to drag it out — to really let him feel the mess he made you.

Your thighs are sticky, his cock gleaming every time you lift your hips and slide down with a loud, sticky shhlckkkkk. It’s loud, Wet. Sticky. Too good.

You give him everything, love, praise and he melts into you. Babbling things like— “I missed you so much– you’re so good to me— fuck, i love your body— im gonna cum, im gonna—”

The old couch lets out a loud dramatic creak. You both freeze.

“You're heavy,” you whisper in a teasing tone.

“You think I care?,” he pants. Thrusting up just enough to make the couch groan again.

You both burst into quiet, breathless laughter, as he chuckles against your skin. He’s still pumping up into you. “God, you feel so good,” he moans, voice cracking on the praise. “You’re just soft everywhere.”

His hands glide over your body, greedy and rough all at once, One palms your thigh and the other caresses the curve of your waist. Then they settle, right on your love handles.

His grip tightens like he doesn't ever want to let go of you. “I love this,” he groans. “Love how you feel under my hands, how your body just takes me, You’re so soft and warm..” he breathes out.

Your breath stutters, you feel yourself coming. His words are clumsy but honest. The couch groans again beneath your combined weight.

Each desperate movement makes it creak but you can’t stop, not when he’s saying things like this, you’re almost there.

“Don't stop moving, please– just like that— fuck, you’re perfect–” And especially not when you feel his tongue and mouth sucking and licking your breasts, teeth grazing.

“You’re everything,” he mutters like a prayer, “so sweet, so pretty—” You whimper, rocking your hips faster as the couch lets out another dramatic creak. You can’t help but moan louder, high off of each other.

“I think this thing’s gonna break,” you pant, gasping as you feel your thighs tremble and go cold.

You cry out his name as your velvety walls flutter around him, body jerking with the force of your release. Mark groans loudly— hips snapping up hard one final time before he spills his seed deep inside you. You feel it, all of it. So warm and thick. His cock twitching as he empties every drop.

His hands gripping your hip like he’ll float away if he lets go.

He’s gasping into your mouth, forehead pressed together, and skin slick with sweat. But he doesn't soften up at all. Not even a little.

Mark looks down between you both and then back up at you with a shaky laugh. “I'm still hard.”

You blink, still seated on him, still full, still stretched. “W-what?” you croaked, hips twitching. He thrusts— slowly. You moan embarrassingly loud. 

“Still want you.” He breathes.

You’re flushed, overstimulated, but your body clenches, your thighs quivering. Mark bits his lips. “You think I can just stop with one? You think I could stop when you feel this good?”

You didn't even get a chance to answer when Mark pins you down, pressing you onto the couch with a grin that tells you this is only the start.

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This isn't a request but where did you get your pfp from its so cute lmao

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[cherryyluvs]

Hey girlie, where you been? Been 2 weeks since you posted 😞🙏 not to sound weird or anything but I’ve been stalking your page in hopes of a new fanfic . Hope you’re doing well xoxo anon 💋

oh em geeee, im so sorry for disappearing (◞‸◟,) i had to deal with finals stress as well a broken nose lolol, im sorry for answering late! but im back!!! im doing well now <3 and i have enough time for fanfics so yea , i will post soon enough ! ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

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Hai do you take Invicble requests? Yay( 😚😚) or Nay(😢)

YAY

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' Things We Don’t Talk About ! '

⋆₊˚⊹♡ ───〃★Mark G. x fem!reader | Content. kinda soft kinda filthy, fingering, masturbation, reader fantasizes about Mark, reader gets very wet (messy finish), gooning to mark.

It’s been 3 days since you and Mark have had that ‘practice kiss.' Can't stop your brain from replaying that moment , at least 500 times. The way his lips felt, how he looked at you after the kiss, and how hot you felt with his knee in between your legs. 

It felt so electric but now? Since that night, things between you and Mark have been... weird. Awkward. Off. 

The two of you would send each other memes and reels. But he would only just react to your reels with a thumbs up here, a laughing emoji there. Nothing much. 

You sighed, curled up under your blankets

You hate how much you miss him. You pretended not to care about him avoiding you, but of course your friends see right through you.

“Okay, spill,” one of them says, her voice low as you sit on facetime. “You made out with Mark Grayson. Mark, your boy best friend!”

“Shut up,” you groaned, covering your face up with a pillow. “I’m just saying!” she giggled. “Besties don’t do stuff like that.”

On the bottom of the screen, your other friend munched loudly on Hot Cheetos, “Did he taste good thoughhh?”

“GIRL!” you shrieked, smacking your forehead with the phone. “Yes—! He tasted like mint and, something else? I don’t know how to describe it but I haven't stopped thinking about it.”

She gasped dramatically. “Oh girrlieee. You’re in deep.” You groaned again, kicking your legs under the blankets. “It was supposed to be a practice kiss, and now I can’t even look at him without my brain malfunctioning.” 

Your other friend , Aaliyah, rolled over, grinning at the camera. “Okay but like... his knee? Between your thighs? That’s not practice. That’s intentional. he knew exactly what he was doing.”

“It felt so good but deadass i didn’t know what to do with myself,” you mumbled, voice muffled into your sleeve.

Aaliyah snickered. 

Valentina spoke up, “He likes you, there's no way he doesn’t. I bet he’s laying in his bed right now thinking about your soft glossy lipss.”

Before you could fuss on her, Aaliyah cuts you off. 

“Okay okay okay,” Holding up a hand. “Real question. Do you like him? Or was it just the heat of the moment?”

You were quiet for a second. 

“I think I’ve always liked him,” you admitted quietly , voice small. “I just… didn’t realize it until he kissed me.”

Both your friends made that soft "awww" sound at the same time, which somehow made it worse. "I don’t know what to do.” you whispered.

“Step 1,” Aaliyah said, “Breathe. Step 2: don’t overthink it. Step 3: maybe… flirt a little? And see what else happens.”

Valentina grinned. “Or just kiss him again. But, you know, casually.”

“Casual tonguee,” Aaliyah added.

You groaned and ended the call. 

That call ended over two hours ago, the house was now quiet. In your bed, tangled in your sheets.  you tried distracting yourself—scrolled aimlessly, rewatched your favorite shows but none of it had worked. 

You hated how your thoughts kept drifting back to Mark. To the way his lips felt. The weight of him. His knee between your thighs. 

Jesus. The ache between your legs was unbearable. You squeezed your thighs together, trying to ignore it. You turned on a video, something you wouldn’t usually click on, something explicit just to get him off of your mind. 

The audio from the porn video plays quietly through your earbuds—moaning, slick sounds, wet kisses. You couldn't help yourself but paint images of him, and how he would push your thick thighs apart with such ease, his low groans, lips against your neck, tongue in your mouth. You close your eyes, letting yourself get completely lost in thoughts.

Your hand drifted past your waistband, feeling your damp panties, you gasped, already wet. Embarrassingly so.

Pushing them aside, you slide your fingers through your slick folds, gasping at the sensation. 

Breathing heavy, hips lifting off the bed from way your body responded to just the thought of him. Of what it would feel like if he touched you like this. If he took control. If he kissed his way down your body and looked up at you with those eyes that make it hard to breathe.

Biting your lips, feeling your gummy walls clenching around your fingers, so tight and warm.

Fingers moving faster, pumping them in and out at a steady pace, feeling yourself getting closer to finishing. 

You barely had time to react when it happened — the sudden wetness that gushed out of you, soaking the sheets beneath. You blinked, stunned. Who knew you would make such a mess. 

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Mark’s been losing sleep. He hadn’t even kissed a girl like that before. Not like… that.. Not you.

He was staring up at his ceiling, headphones on and music playing low. His phone buzzed, a text from you. It was another funny reel , Mark couldn't help but crack a smile when clicking on it. 

Tapping the screen and reacting with an emoji, this was stupid. He can't bring himself to talk to you. No conversations, no words, no nothing.

He was still thinking about,

You.

On his bed.

Blushing, that quiet little “okay.”

And your thighs.

The way they shifted when his knee slipped in right between them.

The way your lips felt like everything.

Mark covered his face with both hands.

“God, what the hell was I thinking…”

William had tried talking to him earlier, 

“You haven’t said a single word to her in person since that night,” William says casually over burgers “You made out with your best friend and ghosted her? Not cool.”

Mark just grumbled. “We were just… messing around.”

“Uh-huh, Sure.” William wasn’t buying it. “Bet she’s thinking about it too. Girls don’t just let you get between their thighs unless there’s something there.” 

That sentence echoed in his head for the rest of the day. Mark groaned and rolled over, yanking his pillow over his face. 

Your breath on his lips.

The sound you made when he kissed down your jaw.

The taste of that lip gloss he swore he hated but couldn't stop thinking about.

Thinking about your mouth, how soft you were. How warm. How easy it would be to press you down into his bed again, only slower this time. More. He’d take his time. See what your lips taste like when you arent nervous and fumbling.

His hand slid under the blanket.

But before he could give in to it, his phone buzzed again. This time the text wasn't from you it was.. Eve??

EVE: hey, you up?

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Just for Practice

What started as homework turns into something else entirely… and it involves kissing Mark

⋆₊˚⊹♡ ───〃★Mark G. x fem!reader| Warnings: best friends kissing, light angst, first kiss / making out, awkward post-kiss vibes.

You were supposed to be doing your homework, that was the plan.

But Mark wanted to play video games and how could you say no to him? The TV screen was glowing with the menu of the game you both stopped playing after who knows how many rounds.

You were lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling, notebook sitting beside you while Mark lied next to you, shoulders touching yours every time he moved around. It was quiet, usually it didn't feel awkward or anything but tonight was off.

You weren't sure why till Mark spoke.

“Have you ever kissed anyone?” breaking the silence. The question hit you like cold water, It was so sudden and unexpected. You blinked at him. “Ye- I mean… no. Is that weird?”

Mark laughed softly. “I'm not judging! I just thought.. I dunno, someone would have kissed you by now.”

Your cheeks turned slightly pink, he said it so casual, like of course someone would have kissed you by now. But you still havent had your first kiss, not yet. Unlike the rest of your friends you were still waiting for that moment.

You sat up, crossing your legs. “Well, they haven't.” you mumbled, eyes darting away as you felt more heat rising onto your cheeks, Staring at the floor. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.

“Wanna practice? I mean we ARE best friends. It’s not weird, right?”

You froze in place, heart racing. “You're joking, right?”

“No”, he hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck, cheeks flushed pink, “ i mean.. Unless you want me to be.”

Your heart was beating so fast. You swear he could probably hear it from where he sat. Hell, you could feel it in your throat,

Your thoughts were spiraling, your best friend, Mark wants to kiss you!? Do friends do this? Was he serious? Was this really happening?

“Okay..” you said quietly.

He blinked. “Okay??”

“Yeah.. I trust you.” Which was no problem to you but the REAL problem was how your stomach flipped inside out just thinking about kissing him, noticing how long his lashes are and how soft his voice sounded when he was nervous.

His eyes widened slightly, as if he wasn't expecting you to actually say yes, but then he nodded,

the two of you slowly leaned in. Your noses bumping into each other. Causing you both to laugh and you almost called it off out of embarrassment. But Mark gently shoved you down.

Your head softly hit the pillow, the soft cotton felt cool but your face was hot. Is this what it feels like? Your heart was pounding against your chest and in your ears.

His soft lips touched yours, it was soft, tentative, gentle, almost like he was unsure? The kiss deepened slightly as you kissed back, his lips pressing against yours more firmly. You felt his knee between your thighs, parting your legs slightly.

This was supposed to be a quick thing. Innocent.

All your friends talked about this and giggled about boys they kissed at parties or crushes they met behind the school building. You always nodded and smiled, pretending you knew what they meant but this? This wasn't just some random guy from a party.

It's your best friend, Mark.

He pulled back and kissed your jaw, then lower, lips pecking at your neck and up again. Mark kissed you, this time the kiss was slow and sensual. Taking his time to explore every inch of your mouth with his tongue. He tasted like mint and something else that you can't get enough of.

God, your mind went blank.

You were almost out of breath but this felt so good, it happened so quick and it ended fast. Mark pulled back, lips pink, wet, eyes half lidded. And a thin string of saliva connecting your mouths before it broke.

Both of you were gasping for air, chests rising and falling with fast breaths, You blinked up at him. Mark’s cheeks were red and pupils wide.

Then it hit you.

You just kissed your best friend! No- made out with him. The way his knee was placed between your legs, you didn't even notice but you could feel how wet your panties were.

“So… that was…” Mark started, clearing his throat.

“Awkward?” you replied, not even sure what to say anymore.

He didn't respond immediately, just looked at you., “We’re best friends.” You stared at him, still catching your breath, “Yeah..”

“We’re best friends,” he repeated, like saying it out loud would make this less… intense. Like it was some kind of reassurance.

Yet… nothing about this felt like a friendship.

“We’re still friends right?” He asked, running a hand through his hair.

“Of course.” you said, but even your own words sounded empty. You weren’t sure anymore.

He looked away. “Cool. Cool..”

You sat up quickly, grabbing your stuff, avoiding his gaze, too embarrassed to stay any longer. “I should probably head out. It’s late.”

“Yeah,” he said, voice normal now. “I’ll walk you home.”

You shook your head. “It’s fine. I’m like two blocks away.”

Another awkward silence.

“Text me when you get home?” he said quietly, leaning against the doorframe of his bedroom as you stepped out into the hallway.

You didn’t answer, just nodded. Your heart was still in your throat.

Once he heard the front door shut behind you, Mark just stood in his bedroom, his heart was still racing, ears ringing with silence now that your footsteps had faded. He sat down on the edge of his bed, elbows on his knees.

Then, his phone buzzed.

Y/N: Got home safe.

He stared at the screen for a second too long before tossing the phone onto his nightstand. Then, slowly, he raised his fingers to his mouth. He could feel where you kissed him. Like a ghost of your mouth lingering on his. His fingertips brushed over the slick layer of lip gloss clinging onto his lips.

He whispers to himself, “What did we just do?” The question hangs in the air, unanswered “Shit…”.

That kiss wasn’t supposed to go like that. It was supposed to be quick. Dumb. A joke, maybe. But it hadn’t been. Not even close.

“Her kisses were so moist,” he muttered under his breath, “That sticky-ass lip gloss…” He doesn't even like lip gloss. It was messy and it got everywhere.

But now? Now he couldn't stop thinking about the way it felt. How it turned innocent into something more complicated. How he wanted to kiss you again, just to feel that sticky lip gloss getting on his mouth again. Just to taste you.

He groaned and fell back onto the bed, arm over his face.

You’re his best friend.

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BROO i remember reading those back in 2022, dont worry not a weird request lol. 💖

Late Night Delivery !

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ── Mark x plug!reader | warning: Drug use (weed), Reader is a plug, Mark Grayson is very into you, Light Dom/sub vibes (Mark being needy)

William was pacing like a madman, final exams were cooking his brain and Mark? Poor guy looks like he hasn't slept in days. “You need to chill out before your head explodes.” William grumbled, scrolling through his contacts.

Mark barely heard him, slumped on Rick’s twin bed with his arms folded behind his head.

“Chill out how?” Mark muttered, He hasnt even been in school this semester due to being on an off planet mission thanks to Cecil.

That's when William sends you a message.

WILLIAM: Hey you still in town? We need u, finals are hell.

You almost ignore it but then a second text comes in.

WILLIAM: mark’s here too, he's stressed. Like really stressed.

You roll your eyes but can't help the smile. Finals always bring the most anxious customers crawling back. You grab your hoodie and toss your stash into the bag and some fruit snacks just in case.

You've known William since your second year of college and you have been his plug since his freshman year. Met him at some campus party, too loud, too packed. But a chill dude and he's loyal too, always comes back to you when things get rough.

But this isn't about him though. Tonight is about his best friend Mark.

You only met him once and it was a brief thing. He would tag along to pick up with William, a few months ago. He didn't say much, just stared a little too long when you handed off the bag.

He didn't know what to expect, but he definitely wasn't expecting you.

“You're the plug?” He said, almost stunned.

“You got a problem with that?” You teased. He didn't answer, just swallowed hard and paid in full. Well overpaid you actually but you never gave it back.

So when you knocked on the door of Rick’s dorm and William opens it, you walk in barely glancing at Mark before tossing William a small zip bag and a disposable lighter. “You owe me,” you said with a wink.

Mark looks up and freezes. You smile, stepping inside slowly. “Heard someone needs to relax.” Mark runs a hand through his hair. “You came fast.”

You raised an eyebrow. “That's not usually something guys complain about.” William coughs out a laugh and tosses the lighter back at you.

“Rick and I are going to grab food. Give Mark the good stuff. Like your extra good stuff.”

Mark handed you a few crumpled bills, way more than you asked for. Rich kid. And leaned back like he hadn't just emptied his wallet without blinking.

You didn't mention it and just tucked the money away and got ready.

Mark’s never been much of a weed guy. Back in high school he was too focused on his grades till he got his superpowers. But college is different and he's stressed, sleep deprived, and exhausted.

William shuts the door behind you with a soft click. Then, you pull your tray out and sit across from Mark. He's watching every moment. “Not what you pictured, is it?" you ask in a casual, teasing voice.

Already coaxing the paper between your fingers, packing it just right. Fingers moving with ease , your hands? They're poetry.

Mark shrugs. “Didn't think you’d be pretty.” You glance up. “Flattery doesn’t get you discounts, y’know.”

“Wasn't asking for one.” His voice is quieter now. You lick the edge of the paper slowly, sealing the blunt with a small smile. You hand it to him, fingers lightly touching against his.

“You gonna hit it, or just stare all night?”

Twenty minutes in, the smoke swirled low. Mark was buzzed, loose, cheeks pink, and red eyes locked on your lips as you talked about your music taste, your worst clients, and how you onced delivered to a frat house that tried to pay in beer and pizza.

He was smiling now. You take a slow hit, your lips brushing the same edge that his lips touched.

He's watching again.

And yeah, you feel that stare.

You passed the blunt back to him, “So, like.. You go here?”

“Second year.” you said, blowing out smoke. “Maybe third if i dont fail finals.”

He snorts. “If you're William’s plug and you pass the finals, I might fall in love.” You laugh, but you caught it. The way he said it, soft and too real for someone high.

His eyes lingered, half lidded and heavy, like you were something he wanted to memorize.

“You good?” you asked, watching his eyes slightly widen, “Yeah..” Mark’s voice was a little breathless.

His gaze never left you. He couldn't help it, his eyes kept wondering. Down your neck, to your lips, and back to your eyes.

“You're really pretty,” he blurted out. for the second time You smiled, taking another hit. “Thanks, i know.”

Mark chuckles but it was obvious how affected he was by your presence. You were so close to him. He could smell the sweet scent of your perfume, the faint hint of weed that lingered on your skin.

You noticed. You always noticed. You noticed the way his pupils dilated, how his lips parted and the way his breath hitched when he looked at you.

“So, what now?” You asked, moving closer. The question hung in the air, almost too heavy to answer.

You made the decision for him, leaning forward and brushing your lips against his, just a ghost of a kiss. Mark froze, his body didn't know what to do, but his lips.

His lips responded instantly.

His hand found its way to the back of your neck, pulling you deeper into the kiss. His fingers gently caressing your skin. You pulled away for a breath, eyes barely open as you stared at him.

“Thought you were supposed to be studying for finals.” you teased, your voice low and passionate.

Mark’s hands grab your waist, guiding you closer to him. “I was but i'm enjoying this more.” Before you could reply, his lips were on yours again, this time deeper and hungrier.

You feel him move as he slowly leaned back, pulling you into his lap.

Hands moving to your thighs and squeezing them gently, making you gasp in surprise. “Mark.." You whispered against his lips, but he didn't let you finish. His mouth was on you.

You could feel his lips move against yours, desperate and needy. He tasted like the smoke from the blunt, tangy, His hands gripped your thighs tighter, thumbs rubbing small circles into your skin.

You let out a breathless laugh, “You really want me that bad?”

“Yes,” he groaned, “Please.”

You leaned in and kissed him again, slow, lazy kiss now. Mark’s hands were roaming over your back, his touch so needy.

“You sure you wanna keep going?”

Mark nodded. “I haven't been high in my life.. I just want more of you.” The words made your heart race, your body following his lead, every kiss, every touch, you both liked it and it deepened the hunger that pulsed between you.

And from that night on, it wasn’t just about the weed anymore.

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Backseat Tension

synopsis: a cramped car, too little space, and Mark’s lap becomes your seat.

˖ ── Mark G. x fem!reader | warning: NSFW, public tension, heavy makeout, semi-exhibitionism, dry humping, messy kissing, grinding, teasing, mild voyeurism

You don't even remember how it happened or how the hell you ended up in Mark's lap. Something about there not being enough space, and him saying “You can just sit here.” Like it was no big deal.

The car ride was cramped, squished in the back with bags and boxes from Rick helping William move into his new college dorm. You tried to squeeze into a corner, but there wasn't enough room. Not with all the stuff piled in the backseat. Boxes of books, bags of clothes, and a few random things that Rick hadn't packed right. The space was a mess, leaving you no choice but to sit on Mark’s lap.

Now here you are.

Stuffed in the backseat, on his thighs. Not only that.

It's hot.

No windows down, no nothing. The Ac in the front is blasting but you couldn't feel it, but you could feel his hands resting low on your waist. His breath warm against the side of your neck.

And every bump in the road has you feeling him.

The tension is insane.

You try not to move and ignore the way his thighs shifted beneath you. Your shorts are definitely not doing a good job of separating the two of you.

You feel him,

God, you feel everything.

Ignoring those dirty thoughts of what would happen if you just had five minutes alone. Ignoring how his hands have slid a little lower or how his fingers twitch, like he's fighting every instinct not to pull you closer. His lips ghosting over your shoulder, just enough to make you shiv–

“Is everything good back there?” William’s voice suddenly cuts through the silence.

You froze

Mark stiffens under you.

You sit up straight, way too fast. “Y-Yeah! All good! Great, even.”

Rick glances at William with a sly smirk. “You sure? Kinda quiet back there..” You swear you hear William snort.

Mark pressed his face into your shoulder, biting back a groan. “They know,” he mutters under his breath.

You whisper, “Do you have to be this close?”

“I'm not doing anything” he lies through his teeth, but the grip on your waist tightens just slightly. You can feel how hard his breathing is, how hard he is beneath you. You pretend not to notice the bulge underneath you.

Another bump in the road. Mark lets out a shaky breath, his lips ghosting your skin. “Stop moving so much.”

You glanced towards the front seat. Rick is adjusting the music, but William? He's peeking in the rearview mirror with a knowing look. “Beheave back there” William says in a playful voice. “Or we’re kicking you out.”

Mark leans in closer, whispering to you. “We wouldn't even make it to the sidewalk.” You know he's teasing but his voice, the way he said and how he's looking at you, like he means it.

You swallow hard and try to focus on anything else, the road, the music, the way William and Rick are bickering over directions.

But all you can feel is Mark.

The second William pulls into the gas station, you know.

Oh you know.

Rick’s talking about snacks, asking if anyone wants something from inside the gas station and Williams’s too busy reading the pump instructions like he doesn't already know how gas works. But Mark has that look. Ready to pounce on you look.

“You stayin in the car?” He asks in a low voice. Your heart skips a beat. “Yeah. Why?” Mark doesn't answer. Not with words anyways.

You shiver at his touch, his hands move higher. Cupping your breasts through the thin fabric of your shirt. “They'll be gone for five minutes.” Pulling you closer, “And I've been dying for hours.”

You try to say something clever but he captures your lips in a slow, deep kiss. His mouth moving against yours with a hunger that takes your breath away. His tongue slipping past your parted lips to explore every inch of your mouth.

Hard and needy.

You moan into the kiss, your hands tangled all in his hair. The kiss is messy and sloppy. The car rocks slightly, just a little at first but enough for you to pull back. "Mark–"

“They can’t see us,” he cuts in, voice thick, eyes half lidded. “Windows are foggy and you're shaking.”

You are. You haven't even noticed and the worst part? You don't want to stop. “Look at you” He breathes heavily. “You wanna get caught don't you?” You can feel your arousal building up, your panties soaked with your juices. “Shut up,”

The car creaks and rocks with every shift of your hips.

You try not to moan. His mouth sucking on your breast while his hands fondles and pinches your nipple. Grinding on his thighs, letting out a sound you couldn't even describe, feeling the urgency. You reach down, fumbling with the button of his jeans.

Desperate to feel his skin against yours.

And then–

A muffled voice from outside. “Yo Mark! You want a drink?” William’s shouting from the gas station door. You stopped. Lips swollen, legs trembling.

Mark bites back a groan, forehead pressed against yours. “If he comes back right now. I swear im-”

You slap his chest. “Get it together!”

He chuckles. “You're the one on top babe,”

You cleared your throat. “Red slushie” you said, voice barely steady.

“We’re not even halfway done.” He whispered.

And he was right, you were nowhere near finished.

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dacryphilia. Tell me, am I weird for this?

no, you wanna see mark break? say less, i got you !

Tearing You Apart

The first time you saw Mark cry, like really cry. It wasn't out of pain. It wasn't from the pressure of being a hero , the weight of the world on his shoulder or the exhaustion that settled into his bones after a long battle.

He's always been strong and composed. Always trying to be what everyone needed him to be.

Invincible.

But with you? Stripped of his responsibilities and the expectations the world had placed on him, he was nothing more than a boy unraveling beneath your hands.

He shuddered as you whispered into his ear, his name.

Your lips gently brushing his jaw, his hands burning where you touched him. Fingers gripping the sheets, as if they were the only thing keeping him connected to reality. On the verge of losing himself.

A broken sound left his lips, a whimper, soft and desperate. And when you pulled back to look at him. Brown eyes glossy, his cheeks flushed, lips parted as if he had something to say but couldn't find the words.

“Mark” You muttered, brushing his hair back, your touch, so gentle. He turned his face into your palms, squeezing his eyes shut as another tear slipped down his cheek. “I–” He swallowed hard, shaking his head. “ I dont know why im-”

“You don't have to know” You assured him, kissing the corners of his mouth. “Let me take care of you.” His hands trembled, as they found their way to your hips. His grip was strong, almost desperate. Like he needed you to hold him together, and maybe he did, maybe he always had.

Tears slipped down his face freely now, silent and raw. Each one being evidence of just how much he had been holding back. But right now, at this moment, he doesn't have to be strong. He didn't have to be invincible.

He had to be yours.

As you kissed away his tears, whispering nothing but soft reassurances against his skin.

[cherryyluvs]

Yours To Keep

Yandere! Mark x Reader p2

Synopsis: Mark took something of yours, he should give it back, but he’s not ready to let go.

Mark knows everything about you now, the way you tuck your hair behind your ear when you're nervous. He knows what time you leave your dorm, what routes you take, and what time you come back. He shouldn't know these things, these little details, but he does.

And now, he's inside your dorm room.

The first time was a test, your door wasn't fully shut, and the temptation was too strong. Just a quick glance to see how your world looks like when you think no one’s watching. But the second time? He lets himself in.

You left your window unlocked. You really shouldn't do that. What if some weirdo came in to harm you??

Mark steps inside, closing the window quietly behind him. The air smells like you, like your shampoo, your soft, and sweet scent. It's intoxicating and overwhelming. He takes a slow breath, letting it settle into his lungs.

His fingertips touch your desk, your notebooks, the abandoned coffee cup from this morning. He presses his thumb on where your lips had been.

Staring at the open laptop that displays an unfinished assignment, he taps the touchpad. His name isn't anywhere, no messages , no social media searches.

That's fine. You'll be thinking about him soon enough.

His eyes wander to your bed. Your sheets are slightly messy and the blankets kicked back from when you left in a rush this morning. He leans down, touching the fabric before grabbing it and bringing it to his face.

A deep inhale.

God, you have no idea what you’re doing to him.

A sound outside makes him stiff. Foodsteps, Your footsteps. Mark is gone before you even reach the door. You never realize someone was here. That someone was so close, standing in the very place you think you're safe.

Till you notice something.

A few days pass before you even realize it's missing. You're standing in your room, rummaging through your closet, your laundry pile and even under your bed. “Where the hell is it?” you mumble with frustration.

Your favorite hoodie had gone missing. Soft, oversized, and comforting. You could've sworn you left it on your chair. But now? It's just.. gone.

Meanwhile, across campus, Mark knows exactly where it is.

He’s in his bed, curled up under his sheets with your hoodie clutched tight in his arms. The scent of you makes his mind hazy with obsession. Burying his face in it, inhaling deeply, fingers gripping the fabric like he never wants to let go.

He took your hoodie thinking you wouldn't even notice if it was gone for a bit, right?

That was days ago.

He wonders if he ever crosses your mind, If the loss of your hoodie lingers in your mind the way its presence lingers in his.

He told himself he’d give it back, he tried but.. Just couldn't.

Not when it still smelled like you.

Not when it made him feel close to you in a way he shouldn't.

Maybe he'll give it back one day. Maybe.

Or maybe.. He’ll keep it just a little longer.

Just one more night.

Just until the scent fades

But for now? He pulls it closer, a small smile tugging at his lips.

It's his.

Pt 1

[cherryyluvs]

You're All I Think About

Yandere! Mark x Reader

synopsis: Mark becomes obsessed with you, stalking your social media, learning your routines and slowly inserting himself in your life.

Mark first sees you in the crowded halls between switching classes, laughing with your friends, completely unaware of the way his eyes linger on you.

He doesn't even realize he's staring until William nudges him, “Dude, what are you looking at?” Mark blinks, snapping out of it. He nods towards you, “Who’s that?”

William barely glances up from his phone. “Oh, that's [Your Name], Why?” Mark doesn't answer. He just nods his head, already storing your name in his head. Already obsessed.

That night he's at his desk, fingers hovering over the keyboard before typing your name into instagram's search bar. He could just ask around, but that feels.. weird. Right? No harm in a little social media check.

His heart skips a beat when your profile pops up instantly, and it's not private? He exhales, a small smirk tugging at his lips. Perfect.

Click

He scrolls through your posts. Every highlight, pausing at ones with your friends. Photo after photo, mix of group shots, selfies, random snaps of your day to day life. You at a cafe, sipping an iced coffee. You in a library, holding up a novel with a playful pout. How cute

Resisting the urge to double tap. What would you think if you saw his name in your notifications? Would you even notice him?

Click click click

His breathing is steady, but his heart is pounding. Watching the videos you've posted. The way you laugh at something off camera. He pressed replay, rewatching it over and over.

Fingers tightening around the mouse as your voice fills his ears. He moves to your tagged posts. Scanning through the names, the faces, and the places you visit frequently. He memorizes it all, where you eat, who you hang out with, and what classes you take.

Maybe he should go to that cafe more often, not because of you, obviously. He just needs a new study spot. Yeah. That's why.

He needs to know more.

And he will.

It started with bumping into you at the cafe, the one you always visit after class, acting surprised. “Oh Hey! [Your Name], right?”. You stare at him confused. Before nodding, “Yeah?”

He smiles, “We have a mutual friend! Williams, he talks about you sometimes.” which is a lie, he doesn't mention the fact that William barely does.

That he’s the one who pried for information, piecing together bits of your life like a puzzle.

From here on out, it's easy.

Running into you on campus, sitting across from you in the library when he sees you studying. Making up excuses to talk to you.

You don't think twice when he starts showing up in place you go to or like when he causally brings up books he saw in your posts.

And when he finally gets your number?

He stares at the screen, thumb hovering over your contact name.

You have no idea how long he's wanted this.

How long he's waited.

Mark doesn't just stop, figuring out your schedule and friends was just the start. He starts controlling it.

It began subtly. That one guy who always sits next to you in class? He suddenly transferred classes. That annoying girl who always flirts with you? Stops showing up entirely.

Mark doesn't mind getting getting his heads dirty if it means keeping you safe.

p2

[cherryyluvs]

PHONE SEX !

Mark Grayson x ! Fem Reader

Summary: provocative phone call that leaves both of you craving more. Warning: NSFW, explicit content, sexual tension. Reader discretion is advised. ༝༚༝༚

Your phone vibrates again, the screen lighting up with his name. Another message from Mark

“Still awake?”

You stare at the screen, biting your lip, Of course you are. How could you possibly sleep after that little stunt he pulled? Your finger hovers over the keys, hesitating before hitting “Call”.

Ring.. Ring..

“Took you long enough.” Mark’s voice murmurs on the other side, voice low and husky. Like he’s been waiting for this, for you.

You roll onto your side, trying to muffle your giggle. “Oh shut up”, you whisper, sinking deeper into the bed as you feel butterflies in your stomach.

He chuckles softly. “Couldn't stop thinking about me, huh?”

You scoff, glancing at your door, making sure your roommates or anyone else aren't close enough to hear you. “You're the one who called first”

“Yeah but you called back” He says, voice dropping with a teasing confidence, You can almost picture that stupid smirk on his face and damn it, It's making your heart race.

“Mark yo-”

“I keep replaying it in my head.” He interrupts, voice changing to a seductive tone. Sending shivers down your spine. “What I’d do if I was there. What i'd say.”

Your throat tightens, feeling a shiver of excitement. “Oh?”

“Mhm” God why is this turning you on? His words making you dizzy. “You’d be under me wouldn't you? Looking up at me with those pretty eyes.”

Heat floods through your body, biting your finger to hold back a whimper, preparing yourself from what he was about to say next.

“Or maybe you’d be the one on top”, he continued, the whisper of his voice feeling like a caress against your skin. “Either way…” He exhales shaky. “We wouldn't be talking anymore.”

The silence that follows after feels so suffocating, the tension thick in the air. “Mark” You whisper quietly, unsure whether to ask him to stop or continue.

You hear his soft groan on the other end, “You have no idea what you do to me.” Breath coming in shallow gasps, as if he's struggling to stay composed. You close your eyes, trying to keep your voice steady , feeling heat pooling between your legs.

Mark adjusts himself on the bed, staring down at his sweatpants that now have grown uncomfortably tight, arousal beginning to stir. “ Tell me, was it the way I touched you? The sounds you made?” As he continues speaking, his hands drift down to rest on the growing bulge.

Giving it a slow, tight squeeze. Feeling his cock throb against the fabric.

Listening to Mark's words, you find yourself squirming under the sheets, your body responding to his words. Fingers tracing the curve of your breast.

Slipping a hand between your thighs, brushing over the slick folds. Soft gasp escaping your mouth, feeling how wet you are.

Mark pauses, letting the silence between you two for a moment before starting up again. “Or was it the filthy things i said to you? The way i claimed you as mine even though we've nev–” his voice trails off.

You both know where those thoughts are heading.

His hips buck slightly, pre cum leaking from the tip. Losing himself, hearing your soft moans and whimpers through the phone.

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-MARK X READER, REX X READER✰

SUMMERY: A fair date with Mark & Rex that turns into a chaotic mix of rigged games and sweet moments under the lights, because winning your heart is the real prize.

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MARK GRAYSON !

The idea was totally his. Mark wanted to do something fun and different for your date. So when he saw that the fair would be opened, he knew it was perfect. He was excited, cotton candy, cheesy rides, and getting time to spend the whole night with you? What could be better than this? "Okay, we have to get funnel cake first. And then we have to get on the Ferris wheel."

Drags you straight to the food stands. Mark is always hungry, so of course the first thing he does is buy enough fair food to feed a small village. Corn dogs, deep fried Oreos, caramel apples. He's got it all.

Fails miserably at the games. He knows they're a scam but that doesn't stop him from trying to get you a gift. The ring toss? Impossible. “Uh. Okay. That was a warm up.” The 'Test your strength' hammer game? He definitely overestimates how hard to hit it and nearly breaks the whole thing.

Gets a little pouty about it.

Mark cheats just a tiny bit. You catch him using his Viltrumite strength to finally win you a prize. The game operator squints but they let it slide because Mark looks way too proud of himself. “See? I told you I could do it.

The Ferris wheel is the highlight of the night. He makes sure you guys get the seat right at the top, where the whole fair sparkles blow, the stars twinkling like diamonds in the sky. It's quiet, peaceful, and just for a second he forgets about being a superhero. It's just you and him <3

The nights ends by winning you a tiny trinket. Maybe it's a cheap bracelet or a silly fair prize, but he hands it to you like it's the most valuable thing over. "Here, now you'll always remember our first fair date."

REX SPLODE !

Rex pretends like he's too cool for the fair. "A fair? Babe, that's for kids." But the moment you guys there, he's dragging you toward the turkey leg stand like a man on a mission.

He refuses to buy just one thing. If there's food, he's eating it. "You ever had deep fried butter? No? Babe, you gotta try this." He's handing you the weirdest fair food, grinning every time you make a face.

Tries the basketball hoop game first. He thinks he's got this in the bag since he is an athlete after all. But the ball bounces off the tiny rim every single time, you're holding back a laugh while he's just standing there. “Nah, nah, I ain't leavin til I win somethin!" He ends up spending way too much money trying to beat one game.

He is going to win you something even if it kills him. “Babe, don’t even worry. I got this.” (Spoiler: He does not got this.)

At some point, he cheats. Look, it's not his fault his powers are useful! You didn't see him flick his wrist and make the ball explode off the backboard to land perfectly in the hoop. If the guy running the game didn't catch it, then did he really cheat?

“BOOM, BABY! WHO’S THE CHAMP?” He’s yelling while holding up the giant plush bear he just won.

Ferris wheel is his moment to be sweet. He acts like he doesn't care about "sappy fair crap", but when you two get to the top. He actually shuts up for once, looking at you, eyes soft. Before resting a hand on your thigh. “This ain’t bad, y’know? Just us, the view… kinda perfect.”

Ends the night with fireworks. If there aren't any fireworks at the fair, he makes some just for you. Just to impress you. "Boom. Fire works just for you." <3

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Late Night Confessions

late night calls and movie nights with you slowly turn into something more.

It started with late night calls. They were innocent, Mark would call you after a long night of fighting villains or finishing his part time in Burger Mart. Just to hear that sweet voice of yours before bed.

“You ever just sit on your roof at 2am and think about how weird life is?” He said one night, voice laced with exhaustion and fondness.

“Mark it’s 2 am.” You whined sleepily. Burying yourself deeper into your blankets. “And you're still wearing your suit, aren't you?”

“… Maybe,” He admitted, a sheepish chuckle slipping through the phone. “But if i take it off now, that means i have to get up and shower and i'm way too comfy talking to you.”

You groaned, rolling onto your side. “You're the worst”

“And yet, you're still on the phone with me.” He teased

You rolled your eyes but the smile on your face was undeniable. The calls became a routine after that. He would call you when he was tired, when he was happy, when he wanted to just hear your voice. And honestly? You didn't mind one bit.

Then came the movie nights, they started as a casual thing. Just two best friends hanging out and binge watching cheesy action films or terrible romcoms while demolishing a ridiculous amount of popcorn.

Tonight, though something felt.. Different.

You were both sprawled out on his couch, snuggled up next to Mark, wrapped in a fuzzy blanket that was his but you'd stolen it ages ago. And a ridiculous superhero movie playing in the background, but neither of you were paying attention. Your head was resting against Mark’s shoulder, and at some point he hesitantly draped an arm around you.

You pretended to not notice the way his heart was racing. “Okay but tell me why this guy just threw a whole car at the villain instead of, i don't know? Punching him?” Mark muttered, trying to focus on anything but the fact that you were curled up against him. You giggled, feeling his voice vibrate through his chest.

“I don't know invincible, maybe you should take notes.” He groaned, tilting his head back against the couch, “Don't remind me. I get that enough of that from william” You hummed in amusement, snuggling a little closer.

Mark stiffened for a moment before relaxing. He wanted to say something but every time he worked up the courage, the words were stuck in his throat.

Now or never.

He took a deep breath. “Hey uh, can i tell you something?”

“Hmm?” you replied, eyes half lidded from the warmth and comfort. His throat went dry. This was not how he pictured confessing, he had a whole plan! Flowers maybe. But with your head leaning against his shoulder, he couldn't think straight.

God why am I like this?

“I, uh like you. A lot! Like more than just friends kind of like you.” You froze, looking at his face, he was so red. Like, cartoon tomato face red.

“Mark..”

“And i know that was super awkward, and i totally just ruined the movie night but i had to say it befor-”

“Mark.”

He gulped. “Yeah?” You smiled, soft and mischievous. “Just kiss me already.”

His breath hitched, eyes wide as you reached the collar of his shirt and pulled him down. The moment your lips met, he melted. Completely.

Every late night call, every lingerie glance, every accidental touch , it all led to this.

Judging by the way you were smiling against his lips, you'd been waiting for this just as much as he had. The warmth of his lips , nervous but eager. It was all so sweet.

When you finally pulled away, his face was still red and grinning like an absolute idiot. “So… does this mean I can finally stop pretending I don't stare at you when you laugh?” You snorted, swatting his chest.

“You stare at me? Mark!”

“Hey! That's unfair. You can't just exist and be this cute. It's distracting !” He huffed, burying his face in your shoulder.

You couldn't stop the giggle that bubbled up. “Well, if it makes you feel better i also stare at you too.”

Mark smiled “Great. So we've both been embarrassing this whole time.”

“Yup” you said, popping the ‘p’ with a smile. “But now we get to be embarrassing together.” He beamed at you, eyes soft and full of something deep. “Yeah. I like the sound of that.”

You settled back into the couch, Mark pulling you more closer and you knew. This was only the start.

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Bruhhh, I just found your blog, and your writing is top peak, It's so good...can I request a catwomen x Mark grayson

Love love your writing 💕💖

Oh em gee stop you’re making me blush🤭 Seriously, thank you so much. Hope you enjoy this (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

Cat And Hero

The rooftops of Midnight City had always been your playground. The rush of leaping from building to building. The way the cool night air felt against your skin. It was exciting, you thrived in the thrill, the challenges, and the chase.

But tonight the chase took an unexpected turn.

“You know, I usually charge extra for late night company.” You teased, perched on the edge of a towering skyscraper as you flipped the stolen necklace between your fingers.

Mark– no, Invincible hovered just a few feet away with his arms crossed. The city lights reflecting off of his goggles. But you could see the way his lips twitched, like he wasn't sure whether to scold you or smile. 

“You can't keep doing this” You gave him an exaggerated look of offense. “Doing what? Appreciating fine jewelry?”

“You know” he started, moving closer, “most people buy jewelry.” You smirked, rolling the delicate necklace between your fingertips. “And most heroes don't take their sweet time catching a thief.” 

Mark huffed, pretending to not be affected by the teasing lilt in your voice. “I was busy.”

You stepped forward closing the distance between the two of you, eyes gleaming behind your mask. “Busy doing what? Thinking about me?” Mark stiffened, just enough for you to notice. 

“You wish” he shot back, though the heat creeping up in his neck betrayed him. You let out a soft chuckle and circled him like a cat toying with its prey. “Oh, I know you do. You're always there, watching, chasing but never catching. Tell me handsome, do you want me to run?”

Mark exhaled through his nose and tilted his head, “If I did, would you stop?”

You pressed a finger against his chest, trailing it lightly down the emblem of his suit. “Not a chance” 

For a moment, the tension between them had thickened. You guys had done this too many times, chased, fought, flirted. But neither of you wanted to end it. 

With a sharp movement you twirled away and flipped into the next building with an effortless grace. “Catch me next time, Invincible.” You purred, disappearing into the night.

Mark sighed and shook his head, but a smile tugged at his lips. 

“Yeah” he murmured watching you go

“Next time.”

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Little Notes, Big Feelings

Notes in your locker, simple, and anonymous. A little bit sweet. You never expected Mark Grayson confessing that he likes you. ˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

It started with a note, neatly folded and tucked in between the vents of your locker. Just barely sticking out and impossible to miss.

You were half asleep still rubbing the exhaustion from your eyes. grabbing the little slip of paper “Pop quiz in Johnson's class today. Hope you studied. (I didn't, Whoops.)"

You blinked at it, turning it over just to see no name, no clue on who wrote it. Just a simple, neat handwriting, and a tiny smiling doodle of Seance dog in the corner. You glanced around the busy hallway, scanning faces. But no one seemed to be watching you. Just students going to their class, laughing with their friends, and stuffing books into their bags.

Weird. But sweet.

After that notes kept coming, little messages that made you smile. “Did you see the new episode of Seance Dog? Crazy right?” Other times they would be personal. “You looked really happy today.” You kept every single one, tucking them into your notebook like they were little treasures. You found yourself looking forward to them, and you wanted to know them too. So one afternoon you decided to write back, slipping a note into your own locker. Leaving it right where the mysterious writer had been placing theirs. “Okay, secret admirer, your turn. Who are you?”

The next morning a reply was waiting. “If i tell you. It ruins the fun doesn't it?” You let out a huff, fine.

If they wanted to play, you’d play. The back and forth went on for weeks! You had asked what their favorite color was (Yellow but sometimes blue) . Some were rants about a new superhero sighting or how the cafeteria’s chicken nuggets are a danger to society. “The cafeteria nuggets are definitely a health hazard. Stay safe out there”

There's a response the next morning, “RIGHT?? I'm glad someone gets it. Also I can neither confirm or deny that I saw one of those nuggets move.” The messages became part of your daily routine, a little secret, something that made the school day a little brighter.

And one day you found a note that made your heart drop.

“Would it be weird if i said i kinda like you?” Your fingers trembled slightly as you held the small piece of paper. This wasn't just playful anymore, this is real. At this point you needed to know who it was.

You waited, keeping an eye out at your locker, hoping to catch them in the act. Whoever they were, they were good at being sneaky. So you tried a different approach.

You left a note in return, simple and direct. “Not weird. Kind of sweet, but I think i'd like it more if I knew who you were.”

The next day there was no note, and after that, nothing. Your heart sank, had you scared them off? Had they changed their mind? It gnawed at you, making you realize just how much these silly little notes meant to you.

And then it finally happened. You were at your locker, gathering books for your next class, when a voice behind you cleared their throat. “Uh… hey.” You turned around to face the stranger and there he was. Mark Grayson, moving nervously on his feet, his easygoing confidence nowhere to be found. He rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding your eyes but you could see the pink creeping on his cheeks.

It clicked instantly. The handwriting on the notes, the way he always looked in your direction in class when you weren't paying attention. Mark, who was sweet and awkward, always rambling about comics and superhero movies.

“You're-”

He exhaled like he'd been holding his breath for days. “Yeah it's me.” Your heart fluttered, warmth flooding into your chest.

Mark Grayson, you'd noticed him, you never thought if he had noticed you but he had. And for a long time apparently, “So.. was that too weird? He asked hesitantly. “I can stop if-” You shook your head, a small smile creeping onto your face.

Pulling out a pen from your purse and grabbing his wrist, before he could question it, you scribbled onto his palm.

“No, not weird at all.” When he read it, his entire face lit up.

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Hi! I saw that you're open to requests. Could you make a headcanon where the reader playfully bites Mark Grayson whenever she can? Take your time with it! ( ˘ ³˘)♥

(I just loved him so much like aughhh and also the way you write😩💙💙)

Aww, thank you so much!! 💙💙 I love the idea of playfully biting Mark. 😩 Hope you enjoy these headcanons!! (∗˃̶ ᵕ ˂̶∗) Let me know if you want more!!

The first time it happened, Mark was rambling on about his invincible problems, his voice cute when he is all worked up. You weren't even thinking when you just leaned in and took a tiny bite of his bicep. “Did.. did you just bite me?”

“Oh my god, stop being a baby” You rolled your eyes, holding back a laugh. Mark did not stop being a baby and would flinch, and clutch his arms like he was being mauled.

After a few more sneak attacks, Mark figures out that biting is just your weird love language, as much as he pretends to be over it, he loves it.

If you are sitting next to him, he just knows it’s coming. “Babe please, I'm trying to eat my sandwich.”

Chomp

You learned his weak spots, and those spots became your favorite places to bite. His shoulder when you sneak up from behind him, his forearm when he's reaching for something, maybe even his jaw when he's too distracted to stop you. ( That one always gets a flustered “Hey–!”)

Mark acts dramatic, “Do you see what i go through?” Whining to Eve one day, showing off a barely noticeable mark on his arm. Eve laughs while you smile proudly.

Once he tried to get revenge, you pushed him too far one day, too many bites, too much teasing. “You know what? Two can play this game.” biting your cheek and lets just say you didn't enjoy it.

It's gotten to the point that Cecil noticed, during training. Rolling his shoulder, Cecil caught a glimpse of a faint bite mark and just sighed. “Kid, what the hell happened to you?”

“My girlfriends happened.” Mark mutters, rubbing his neck. Cecil just pinches the bridge of his nose. “I don't wanna know.”

Mark claims that he hates it, but the way he leans into your bite. He smiles whenever you do it, Yeah he loves it, Just too stubborn to admit it. ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡