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grimmsbride · 4 months ago

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﹡ ֗ ۪ please, baby please

LOVE FOR YOU 𝜗𝜚ྀི GRIMMS BRIDE

₊　 ✉️ | DATE NIGHT, pretty dresses and an even prettier you. Mark cant help but end the night with a little dessert..

﹡ | author’s note ◞　 ₊　 love writing mark like a slut, cause that’s what he is /j.. i also may do a drafts reveal but i hope you enjoy this little blurb!

Very little brought Invincible to surrender, on his knees begging for mercy or any sort of reprise for that matter. Except you. Beautiful, perfect you.

Tonight was date night, the day clear, Cecil ignoring you two— the whole nine yards. For once Mark made an effort; booking a table at the most beautiful restaurant, requesting you to wear a nice dress. Never one to disappoint, you dressed in a strapless bodycon gown, the blue highlighting your skin so beautifully— pairing the fabric with white heels.

The night was wonderful, coupled withlooks full of adoration and gentle hand grabs across the table. Mark made a promise to bring you here once again, even if it meant getting on Cecil’s bad side— a thought that caused you to giggle in the moment. Far too quickly it ended, the two of you heading home, ready to call it a night with some cuddling.

Only, that wasn’t on Mark’s mind at all. You were, every part of you. He asked you to dress pretty but he didn’t expect for you to look like this. He couldn’t count on a single hand how many times he restrained himself at the table— growing far too jealous of that spoon you kept wrapping your lips around.

So with the two of you being home, you asking so sweetly to help with your shoes; Mark saw his opportunity. He started at your shoes, gently undoing the straps and buckles, chuckling a little at your complaining.. only for his hands to rise, drifting up your thighs, pushing fabric to find more skin.

Soon enough his fingers were finding the thin strap of your thong, curling a digit around to push the underwear to the side. With zero restraint and way too much enthusiasm, the man dug his knees fully into the bedroom floor, pushing forward to press his lips against your center.

Gentle kisses, ones to hear you gasp as the feeling slowly enveloped your body. His hands smoothed up and down your legs, murmuring soft words right into your wetting sex, a mix of babbled i love yous and praises.

His tongue glided from his mouth, tickling your folds before parting them to find the bud nestled between. Darting the thick muscle up and down, round and round; fingers gripping at your plush flesh the moment you twitched. You stepped back, finding the wall for to lean against— Mark wasting no time in following you. Knees sliding across the floor, groans being muttered right into your pussy; his obsession, his yearning for you as clear as day— not a sense of shame in his body.

“Mark..” You whispered softly, hand falling to collect his hair, the wispy tresses passing through the gaps of your fingers. You trembled, eyelids falling over as his gentle yet expert tongue ran you completely wild. Of course Mark Grayson would use such an opportunity for his own selfish — was it really his? — gain. You wanted to mock him, state in full detail how much of a little pervert he was. But that would have to wait. For later, not when he had you wrapped around his little finger.

A swear dropped from your lips, gripping his hair tightly, eyebrows furrowing the moment the man drew even closer. His desperation was clear, feeling his fingers claw at your plush body, the muffled moans vibrating you each time they crawled from his throat. You couldn’t help the way you trembled as that familiar feeling drew closer, how your pussy clenched, and little button throbbed as the pleasure dragged on.

That simple thought had you moving, tugging the man away from you in one swift motion. Mark tried to fight it, attempting to push closer but you were so resilient and the man wasn’t one to stop you anyway.

Your eyes fell over his features, devouring the sight before you. His hair a mess, face slick with you and saliva, cheeks a flushed red, tie partially undone— you could come off this image alone, burning it deep into your memory.

“Why’d y—“

“I thought I… taught you patience.” You struggled to get the words out, fingers falling to press against his forehead the moment you noticed his eyes switch back between your legs. You couldn’t help but shiver at the little annoyed expression he wore, or how those once gentle hands were clenching just a bit more. “Couldn’t even let me fully undress, huh?”

“Not with how you looked the entire evening.” Mark spoke without missing a beat, glossed lips curling into the littlest simper. Coaxing hands soon treaded up and down your legs, looking up at you far too lovingly. “C’mon baby, don’t stop me.. I wanna taste you.”

“Was that not enough?”

Mark began to grumble, bordering on whining. His knees ached, his neck wasn’t at the best angle but there was no way in hell he was stopping now. Not a chance. “Fuck.. baby, please— let me finish, please..” He’s begging, lips pushing into the cutest little pout that has you keening internally. You felt that playful resistance waning the moment his lips peppered your heated skin, mumbling more soft sentences;

Please baby, please.

Need it so bad, you don’t know how much I struggled at dinner.

I know you want it just as much, [Name].. fuck.

Mark was saying all the right words, hitting every little spot in your mind. You slowly lifted your hand away from him, gasping the moment you felt Mark practically rush back to his previous position; lips wrapping around your pretty clit, sucking and licking it raw.

You whimpered softly, hips moving as the pleasure trailed back up your spine. You felt your body starting up again, shaking and shivering, clenching his hair so tightly you worried you would tear a few pieces out. Your free hand twitched against the cool wall behind you, pressing against it to hold yourself up.

The man wasn’t lying when he said he needed it, needed you; shown in his relentless actions. His tongue sliding across your sticky folds once in a while, poking at your withering hole, only to travel right back to your button to suck and lap at. His moans were even worse then before, wet declarations of pure enjoyment; unable to help himself entirely.

Soon enough you were building up again, your arousal trickling down your thighs, surely making a mess of your previously discarded panties and his pretty face. With a sudden rather powerful suck your knees were buckling, a moan thrumming through your throat quickly.

Mark wasted no time, hands sliding underneath your legs to lift you up easily, rising to his own as if you weighed nothing. His lips never stopped its rhythm, maybe even intensifying as his excitement shined through. His fingers caressed, pressing you up against the wall so you wouldn’t even think of escaping.

As his name fell from your lips the man couldn’t help but groan back, eyes flickering open to land onto your face. Your eyebrows were creased, lips quivering, and hands holding onto him for dear life. He couldn’t help the downright pussy drunk chuckle that vibrated right into you, his hold tightening.

“So fucking perfect… how’d I get so lucky..?” Mark mumbled to himself, a sweet little mantra that had stars invading your already blurry vision. Your stomach clenched, kneeling forward as your body shook against the wall, only able to cling to the man, letting him do what wanted completely.

All too quickly you were coming undone, arching as your legs wrapped around his neck tightly, Mark pressing against your thighs as if wanting you to squeeze him more. Moments of gentle licks passed, the man sucking up every drop of your arousal as if it was the sweetest nectar one could drink. His thumbs glided across your skin, soothing your withering body, helping you down your high slowly.

When fully satisfied Mark pulled away, gently sliding you down the wall to guide your legs around his waist. His arms snaked around your own, pushing close to stamp a wet kiss against your neck.

“When will you wear this dress again?” The man murmured into your skin, smiling a bit at the little giggle that escaped you. He shivered as your hands dragged up his arms, gliding to his hair to simply rake against his scalp.

“I don’t know.. will you let me actually take it off to wash?”

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grimmsbride · 4 months ago

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thinking about mohawk mark as a racer lord save me. he has a tongue piercing in this because i said so. suggestive content. fem reader.

there he goes winning another race, the sounds of the loud engines buzzing and roaring finally coming to a halt, your eyes land on the winner — mark, all smug, little too cocky and looking a little too good.

"see something you like sweetheart?" he raises an eyebrow playfully once he's taken off his helmet, amused by your not so subtle gawking as he gets out of his car, that he would probably kill for.

he is dangerous, you've seen the amount of batshit crazy things he's done just to win a race — he doesn't think before acting, he doesn't need to, not when his fists can do all the work just fine.

but he's also he's infuriating. infuriatingly hot.

sweat clings onto his skin — his hair slightly damp from it, sticking to his forehead as he flashes you that damn smile that has your knees weak. and that look in his eyes, that mischievous glint is nothing but trouble.

"haven't seen you in ages," he walks closer to you — eyes shamelessly raking over your figure, practically undressing you with his gaze alone. "been busy doing stuff hm?"

"yeah, i guess."

"well too bad," he sighs dramatically, still smirking, he leans in — his hot breath fanning against your neck before his lips brush against your ear, he whispers, "should've been busy doing me instead."

yeah, you feel a heartbeat and it's not the one from your chest alright.

"let me take you for a ride, pretty girl," he licks a strip up your neck — tongue hot and heavy, you can feel the barbell of his tongue piercing slide across the expanse of your neck, making you shiver.

you wonder how it would feel sliding across somewhere else.

"a real ride," he pulls away slightly to look into your eyes, grinning — you know that look all too well and it settles a very familiar ache between your thighs.

"but you'll have to hold on tight."

notes : um it is currently 4:56 am lol idk what this is </3 i am so down bad.

#DOLLFACE fic recs * 𓈒 #oh this is..#yeah i like this…#a little too much #mohawk!mark #piercings just fit him so well idc idc

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grimmsbride · 4 months ago

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idk mark & his variants definitely love woman of all sizes but mohawk!mark just seems like the last person to comfort his lover on such a thing.

you could ask, “baby do you think i’m fat?”

only to receive a quick, “you’re bigger then most.”

leaving mohawk!mark wondering what exactly he said wrong and why his face now stings with a red print that matches your hand exactly.

now sinister!mark isn’t any better but i’ll get into that later.. 🙂‍↕️

#MECH BRIDE answers & thoughts* 𓈒 #it’s all babe did i say something wrong #and you struggling not to slap him once again #invincible #invincible x reader #mohawk!mark

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grimmsbride · 4 months ago

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﹡. ֗ ۪ do you know what that’s like? hearing about your home yet never being able to reach it? yeah, i do.

JAPANESE DENIM 𝜗𝜚ྀི GRIMMSBRIDE

﹙ 🧜‍♀️ ﹚ BOY MEETS GIRL or rather, half-viltrumite that has never stepped foot onto his home planet meets siren who has never touched a body of water… crazy how common that is, huh?

﹡ | author’s notes ◞　 ₊　 this is just a little fluffy fic, i love sirens and i love mark even more. cecil is lowkey painted as bad (i know he’s morally gray) so i apologize for that. please excuse any and all grammar mistakes. i may write another fic with these two. | 1,974 words

When Mark Grayson first laid his eyes upon you, he wondered how one could be so perfect. As if someone, maybe God, took his time with you; each craft as meticulous as ever— leaving you, a woman with zero flaws. It was easy to tell how starstruck he was, gaze wandering from the top of your head watching the way your hair flowed down your body and enveloped your face in this pretty dark halo. Or how pinkish-bluish scales rest on your upper cheeks, shining under the light of the building you, him, and Cecil currently stood in. Lastly was your lips, parted in slight interest, taking in Mark just as heavily as he took in you.

“This is [Name].” Cecil broke the silence easily, allowing his gaze to shift to the young woman beside him for a moment before drifting back to Mark. “She’s not new to the GDA but she is new to the team. And given the two of you have that in common, it’d be nice for you to get acquainted.”

It was plain to see Invincible didn’t have much interest in what the man was saying, tuning in only for your name before tuning the rest out. With a step he brought himself closer, a few feet away as dark pools took in your form. A hand rose, faltering the moment he noticed the way your eyes snapped to it quickly. He could practically sense how tense you were, a nervous glint highlighting those pretty irises. Mark issued his best smile, a little quirk to show he truly meant no harm.

“I’m Invincible.. er— Mark, Mark Grayson. It’s nice to meet you.”

You stared at him for a long time before lifting your hand, sliding it into his own. You nodded at him slowly.

“It’s nice to meet you too.. Mark.”

From that point on only deepened the infatuation that Mark held for you. He pushed, learning more and more about you; dedicating each detail to memory, planting it on a canvas to showcase at a later date. Mark learned what you were; a siren, something the man has only ever heard of in movies. He wondered how you sounded, if the lilt of your voice was as pretty as you were. It had to be, given how much Cecil restricted you when it came to it. You had made the off comment once, stating that you simply weren’t allowed to use your voice unless the situation was especially dire.

For some reason, that fact irked him. But it didn’t compare to the absolute rage he felt when learning how you came to be. How you, a little siren was stolen from your home gifted to the GDA and trained to be some special little trump card.

“I have never even seen the ocean.” The words left you plainly, a saddened tilt lifting the speech. Scaled cheeks pressed into your knees, eyelashes fluttering low and covering those pretty eyes. “I’ve seen it in pictures, movies— but I’ve never felt it. Never smelt it. Nothing.”

Mark didn’t like the way the anger bubbled deep within him, how his hand clenched into the tightest fist as if wishing to find Cecil right then and now to give him a piece of his mind. See, Invincible was all too familiar with that feeling. Recollections of his father’s own tales of Viltrum entered his mind, some perfect place; a perfect connection to the man he aspires to be. He knew what is was like, having something so close in reach yet not even being able to so much as graze it.

So the moment a soft; “Do you know what it’s like? Hearing about your home yet never being able to reach it?”

Mark couldn’t help but immediately say, “Yeah.. I do.”

Your gazes locked, focusing on the other entirely. You looked at the man as if seeing him for the first time, truly seeing him. These past few months of growing to learn one another meant nothing to the moment now. You two quickly realized it, that hidden connection slowly rising to the surface.

With that you couldn’t help but smile — instantly melting any anger Mark felt in the process — lips moving slowly to release an affectionate; “I nearly forgot.. half alien boy.”

With this growing friendship you noticed things. How Mark could geek out about some comic dog and how he held back in fights. You also noticed how weird he’s been for the past few days. Never truly looking you in the eye, dodging hang outs— the whole nine yards. You didn’t understand most friendships, most connections, all of it was some foreign concept you were still getting used to. So you wondered if something changed in him, if the friendship was simply a grace period now ended.

Done and done, only leaving room to be teammates and nothing more.

But that thinking ended the moment you found him hovering outside of your bedroom window, all smiles and declaring he had to take you somewhere.

So here you were, wrapped up in his arms, your own settled around his neck. Your eyes shifted below the two of you, noting how far the ground was, wind blowing against your bodies as Mark flew through the air. With a lift of your head your gaze settled upon his face, noticing the serious expression splayed across his features.

“Where are we going?” You questioned softly, but loud enough the man could hear— clear in the way his head dropped a bit to glance at you. You couldn’t help the warmth enveloping your body the moment a little smile took over his previous expression, or how his fingers tightened just a bit on you.

“You’ll see.”

Your lips pursed together, deciding against pushing. You would see eventually, there was no harm in waiting. So with a little hum you pushed your face right into his chest, eyes closing and relaxing in his hold. With the wispy winds tickling your ears and the rhythmic heartbeat that belonged to Mark, you nearly could have fell asleep.

Nearly, as several minutes of you battling consciousness was soon interrupted by Mark gently shaking you. You hadn’t even realized the two of you had stopped flying, the man now grounded yet keeping you in his hold. You blinked away the blur tainting your eyes, sliding your arms from around his neck.

“We’re here.” Mark murmured, slowly helping you to your feet, an arm resting around your form to assure you were steady. With a nervous aura the man watched the way your eyes focused on the ground for a split second, how your eyebrows pushed together; clear confusion capturing your features. His eyes followed as your own rose, settling on his face, the question of your expression only deepening the moment you noticed the anxious smile he gave you.

“Mark..”

“Turn around.”

You blinked slowly, taking a step before turning your body. Your eyes widened at the view before you, the ocean as clear as day, not hidden behind some screen or some page in a book. The waves crashed into the shore, darkening the sand as an expanse of blue stretched farther than your eyes could. You stepped closer, the flow of salty sea water wafting in the air, filling your nostrils; you sucking it up before releasing it all in one shuddering breath. You stepped again, taking the fabric of the long skirt you wore, feeling the sting of your eyes; wondering if it was simply tears or the air itself.

Either way, you couldn’t help the little sound that escaped you — a mix of pure astonishment and disbelief — as you rushed forward. Mark watched as the water rose to your waist, a swell of happiness enveloping his chest. When he learned about you never seeing the ocean, it stuck with him. And while he couldn’t go to Viltrum for now, the least he could do was this.

If Cecil found out he would surely be a little mad, maybe even pissed— but that wasn’t his current concern. Seeing that smile stretch across your face was far more important.

Mark stepped closer, focusing on how you simply stood there in the water for a moment, surely taking it all in. However, his eyes widened the moment you suddenly dove under, leaving nothing but a ripple behind. His footsteps picked up speed, rushing towards the shore as his gaze danced about the water, searching for any sign of you.

Okay, now he was getting worried. Was this why you weren’t allowed near an ocean? Were you some type of special flight risk case? Had Mark been duped, blinded by puppy love?

“[Name]?….. [Name]! Where’d you go?!” The man called for you, panic clear in his speech— or more like his entire body. He pushed forward, caring less for his clothes getting soaked as he reached just a few feet ahead of the shore. Mark continued to search, eyes squinting and heart racing.

You had to be close, there was no way you got far already. Would he have to go under? How far did you go? This was definitely not the right clothes!—

The racing thoughts circling his mind came to an abrupt stop the moment something broke the surface before him, splashing his entire face in the process. With a groan Mark quickly wiped himself, and with a blurred gaze spotted you, hearing you shortly after.

A melody of giggles escaped you, body shaking with each rouse. But that wasn’t the only thing he noticed, Mark quickly spotting the way your scales had spread along the crown of your hair, arms and hands, — how your ears had shifted into sharp bluish-pink fins, creating a pretty ombré mesh to your usual skin tone. The man noticed the tail behind you.. your tail, just as pretty as you, shining against the bright sun overhead.

“You..”

Your laughter slowly died down, gaze soon focusing on how Mark looked at you. You smiled shyly, eyes dropping to the water. “Whenever my body makes contact with water I tend to shift. It’s pretty annoying when I try to shower.“

“You’re beautiful.”

You were stunned at his words, rather both of you were. A hue of red spread across his cheeks, flowing all up to his ears. He looked adorable like that, like some embarrassed puppy caught; like he himself hadn’t said what he just said. You could only smile, a flush warmth spreading throughout your entire body, a contrast to the sweet cold of the water.

You pushed closer, a hand rising to his chest, steadying yourself as you rose. You giggled softly the moment he stiffened under your touch, continuing your trek as you soon reached his cheek. With a lean you pressed your lips against the damp skin, resting there for an entire minute before pulling away.

“Thank you, Mark.” You spoke earnestly, smoothing the fabric of his shirt with wet fingers. “You didn’t have to do this..”

Mark smiled, hand rising to your wrist. You took this negatively, moving to lift your hand away but Mark wasn’t having that. With a simply slide his fingers were lacing with your own, squeezing your palms together as he stared down at you so gently.

“I wanted to. At least one of us should get a taste of home.”

The two of you chuckled at his words, simply staring at the other for a few moments before slowly drifting away; hands sliding from its grasp.

“I’ll be back in an hour. I promise.”

“And I’ll be waiting.. don’t worry, Cecil won’t find us.”

#CHEMICAL KIDS fics* 𓈒 #invincible #invincible x reader #invincible x reader fluff #invincible x fem reader #invincible x fem reader fluff #mark grayson #mark grayson fluff #mark grayson x reader #mark grayson x fem reader fluff #marky grayson x reader fluff

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grimmsbride · 4 months ago

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feel it …. ! ₊ཾִ ᖫྀ ⁣⁣.

headcap!mark, viltrumite!mark, lenseless!mark, & shiesty!mark & chubby/curvy!reader╲ they’re superheros, do you really think a little (or even a lot) of chub bothers them??

𖥔 ࣪˖ author’s notes⠀⎯ mark loves woman of all sizes like it’s the truth, and i’m plenty sure his variants feel the same or at least a little similar (and if they don’t?? who cares! 😚) as always please excuse any typos and grammar mistakes

HEADCAP!MARK.

( you can’t run. )

headcap! mark doesn’t go easy on anyone, not a little purple kid and especially not you. he enjoys pushing limits in your relationship, especially in the bedroom.

each thrust is rough, each rut is deep; stirring you up and leaving you to do nothing but take every single strike. and the man’s behavior is only exemplified the moment he realizes you simply can not escape him. granted, if you were any smaller you wouldn’t be able to either, but; with how tightly headcap!mark is gripping you, you can’t run.

and that fact will always rile him up.

the man hadn’t even fully slipped out of his suit before pursuing you; previously carelessly tearing at his pants and tossing them to the side. hands were all over your body, securing around your hips, waist, thighs, everywhere he could reach as his hips rutted against you.

your body shook with each powerful thrust, pleasure thundering through your body as he fucked you with no mercy. you couldn’t get accustomed to anything, it was far too much, tears streaming down your face as you rocked against your mattress. your fingers clawed against the plush blankets, sweet muffled moans escaping into the damp fabric.

headcap!mark was so deep, deeper then you sure was humanly possible; pressing up against your cervix, rubbing against that little spot that had you throbbing. and when you felt his hand switch around your body to spread your folds just a bit more— easily finding that little bud nestled between them, you couldn’t help but whine, pitching into a little shriek when he rubbed fierce circles upon the bud.

desperately you tried to crawl away, surely scratching up your blanket from how tightly you were holding. you got an inch, only an inch before headcap!mark’s free arm was slithering around your waist, pulling your ass flush against him.

“ah, ah..” the man tutted, lips curled into the shittiest little grin as he stared down at your withering body. “keep trying to run and you might hurt yourself..” the words meaning only seemed to amplify the moment his hand rose, quickly taking both of your wrists and pressing them right against the bed— all while leaning over to lay over you completely, trapping you.

you weeped softly, feeling your combined juices trickle down your thighs as pathetic little begs escaped your bruised lips. with the closeness you could hear the way he chuckled so deeply, feel his chest fall and rise with each release.

“m—mark.. fuck, please, please—!”

“shh.. let me show you how much i missed you.”

VILTRUMITE!MARK.

( you don’t trust how strong he is? how rude, he’ll just have to show you. )

it’s common knowledge strength is the most important value to the viltrum empire. every moment of their life is a battle, and if you fail to come out on top it’s death. plain and simple.

only this wasn’t a fight viltrumite! mark was used to. falling for you, learning how little you valued your body. he didn’t care to understand it really, but it did tick him off when you were always so.. scared.

the restraint in your body; getting tense when getting undressed, resisting being picked up, the whole nine yards. it’s to the point the man is genuinely offended.

half-viltrumite or not he was strong, strong enough to lead and defend his empire. you were nothing compared to half the things he’s fought.

and he has no problem showing you.

you couldn’t help but whine feeling his fingers dig into your skin as he lifted you. how odd was it that you could practically feel the power coursing through the digits, rising you without a single sweat. your legs wrapped around the man’s waist, his hips never stopping despite the new angle.

“baby, pl..please— have to put me down!” your body betrayed your words, entire being rocking and throbbing as viltrumite!mark fucked up into you. his tip nudged against that spongy spot, stretching you so perfectly without a single care. your arms wrapped around his neck, nails dragging across his skin to steady you.

“mm… too heavy!”

viltrumite!mark sucks his teeth at your declaration immediately, a tight glare in place of his usual neutral expression. that glare did wonders, your pussy throbbing around his length, devouring the expression with a blurred gaze.

“i’m sick of you going on about that.” the man practically spat, tone low and expressing his frustration with each pointed thrust. a groan thrummed from his throat, enjoying the way your gummy walls clamped around him far too much. “do you truly think i’m incapable of holding you however i want? does it look like i’m struggling?”

you whimpered at his words, shaking your head rapidly, keening the moment you felt a hand shift between the two of you; pinching your little bud. you caught on quickly, a swift— “no!” escaping in a jumbled speech.

satisfied with your answer viltrumite!mark tugged you even closer, hands sliding to your ass, kneading the flesh as blunt nails dug in.

“good. and i’ll continue to drill that fact into your head— no matter how many times it takes.”

LENSELESS!MARK.

( come on, too much? all he sees is more to love! )

lenseless!mark, the sadistic little freak who could only grin while fighting immortal. who thrives and lives off receiving and dealing out pain. affection nor love wasn’t a primary objective of his, but he didn’t mind finding you— perfect little you.

your size wasn’t much of a concern, sure he noticed it but he truly didn’t care…

until he realizes something.

you didn’t expect to end your afternoon like this, seated upon your lover’s face while he devoured on you like some full course meal. his arms, strong and large were wrapped tightly around your legs; refusing to let you move, keeping you secured against him with no escape. your hands clenched the headboard, forehead resting against the cool wood as sweet sobs escaped. lenseless!mark has been toying with you for what it seemed like hours, sucking your folds and little bud raw.

see, lenseless!mark realized something about himself rather quickly. he enjoyed tipping the line during sex, especially when it came to air. he couldn’t count on a single hand how many times he’s had you wrap your pretty little hands around his throat to squeeze. so when the man actually used his head for once, realizing how thrilling it would be having you sit right on his face— he was practically begging for it.

and oh, did he love every single second of it. the weight of you, the sweet taste; each breath came out as some weak little shudder, your thighs pressing against his ears to the point he could only hear his own swift heartbeat. lenseless!mark wondered if he could pass out like this, maybe even drown right in your juices.

fortunately he didn’t care, not one bit. there was nothing like sucking your little clit just to feel you wither, clench, and trickle more juices.

this was heaven on earth.. or more specifically, heaven on his face.

SHIESTY!MARK

( give him a second, his favorite show is on starring you; and the ripples of your body. )

we’ve gotten to the point it’s clear no mark in any universe gives a damn about his lover’s size. and even if there was one, it certainly wasn’t shiesty!mark. foul-mouthed and all, do you truly think he would love you any different any other size? really, it’s like you don’t know him at all.

granted, it is pretty obvious how much he loves your body. the stretch marks etched into your skin, the way a shirt cupped those pretty tits— shiesty!mark especially loved the way your body jiggled. rippled, shook— whatever word; he loved it. far too much..

there was just something so hypnotizing about how your body moved whenever he drilled into you.

“fuck, baby..” the words are whispered in a low drawl, pure amazement tugging every single letter. like some leering pervert shiesty!mark’s gaze was settled onto your body, struggling to pick between your back and ass to watch. every inch was simply amazing, adding to the absolutely wonderful feeling of your walls sucking him in greedily.

soft plaps echo throughout the room as his hips slammed against you, the perfect pitch to the melodic moans that escaped your wet lips. you hadn’t a clue what had gotten into him. one moment you’re jumping into some jeans the next they’re on the floor— forgotten completely.

your cheek pressed against the blankets, turning and glancing at the man with blurred vision. you couldn’t place it, but he seemed to be in a trance— under some type of spell only you could muster. shiesty!mark’s lips were parted, quick breaths and even quicker swears escaping as he thrusted into you.

“look at that..” he’s muttering to himself again, a hand sliding from your waist to grab an ass cheek. the flesh fills his palm easily, spreading you to watch his cock disappear within you before coming out even slicker then before. “shit, so fucking good. shaking like a damn leaf.” the moment shiesty!mark notices your eyes on him he’s grinning, gripping your flesh as his thrusts become just a little more pointed.

pretty moans fall off your tongue, eyes pinching close as your entire body shook with the movement. his name emitted from you in broken sobs, legs shaking as you could do nothing but take each thrust.

all while shiesty!mark smiles, throughly enjoying it all.

“maybe i should record next time.. then you’ll be able to see how good you look like this for yourself.”

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grimmsbride · 4 months ago

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currently thinking about dante sparda who’s a feminist, 6’3, built—and oh, did i mention feminist?

“say, dante, what’s your opinion on men’s rights ?”

“irrelevant.”

dante doesn’t miss the slight pause you make before continuing to stir your drink. he sits in the booth across from you, enzo munching on fries opposite him as he sneaks a sip of his sundae.

“yer joking !” enzo says between belches. “something wrong with ya kiddo ? what do you mean men’s rights are irrelevant ?!”

but dante isn’t listening. he’s more concerned about the gap between your lips & coffee cup, the way you tilt it slightly above your mouth so as to not stain the glass with your gloss. your lips tug into a pout when you find the rim stained in coke pink regardless. you pull out a napkin & wipe it with a frown. cute.

“well, as a six three, employed and financially stable male,” dante clears his throat, smug, “i can’t help but turn my focus to more important things. for example, the widening gap between men and women’s wages. and we can’t forget the rising prices of feminine hygiene products, of course.”

enzo wipes his mouth with the back of his sleeve. he doesn’t miss the way dante’s pupils seem to flit over to you every now and then. he clicks his tongue,

“kid, please, y’know she hasn’t even looked at ya, right?”

“she will.”

you continue to scroll through your phone.

but dante takes your silence as intrigue.

“anyways,” dante pauses as if searching for the words, “i just think it’s important to raise awareness—”

“yer raisin’ my freakin’ blood pressure.”

dante shoots him a glare. “i just think that, as a six foot four male, it’s my duty to raise awareness about the issues women face and the obvious gender bias in america’s modern day economy.”

“y’said six three before, kid—wait, what’s yer’ height gotta do with anything ?!”

as if on cue, your teaspoon clatters to the ground, and dante, ever the feminist, is quick to lean down to pick it up—rattling the table and spilling enzo’s fries in the process.

“hey! watch it—“

“your spoon, lady,”

you blink. dante’s taken his time to wipe the spoon clean & present it with a napkin. you hesitate a little before obliging with a murmur, “thanks..?”

“you’re welcome,” he says smoothly, relaxing into the booth seat. “no woman should ever have to bend over in a skirt. i mean—unless she wants to. then it’s her choice. her feminine power.”

“oh !”

enzo chokes on a fry. you stare at dante for a beat too long & he can’t tell if you’re confused or interested, but dante has an ego bigger than his head so he decides upon the latter.

“say, lady, don’t you agree that men should always pay on the first date ?”

you raise a brow. “the first ?”

dante waves his hands. “all, really. i only mention the first because i know some strong, independent women prefer to pay too. i respect that. i respect all women, really.”

“right. and is this your way of offering to pay for my food ?”

dante’s pupils shift to your table. only now does he realize you’ve ordered the most expensive french breakfast on the menu, as well as a drink too milky brown to cost the same as your average cappuccino. his wallet aches heavy in his pocket. “with pleasure ! lemme just get my wallet out…hope i didn’t leave it in the hellcat…”

“huh? wasn’t our uber a toyota?”

dante bares his teeth, ready to strangle enzo when you giggle—

“oh, gosh,” you sniffle, wiping tears, “that’s enough, you two are hilarious.”

clearing your throat, you raise your hand to reveal the diamond settled on your finger. “i’m sure you’re lovely and all, but i’m happily engaged.”

“that’s okay! i support women having multiple streams of happiness—ow !”

dante rubs at his shin as you continue. “that’s nice for you, but i’m fine with my fiancé.” you set some cash on the table and dust your skirt off, standing up to leave. “thank you for the laugh, though, gentlemen.”

you wave them goodbye and make your exit.

“God, i love women.”

“seek help,” enzo mutters, as he sneaks a sip from dante’s drink again.

#DOLLFACE fic recs * 𓈒 #this man is literally such a loser i can’t #like reader why are we engaged babe this stable 6’4 man is just yearning for us

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finish me …. ! ₊ཾִ ᖫྀ ⁣⁣.

mark grayson & reader ╲ the many uses of your beloved hair..

𖥔 ࣪˖ author’s note⠀⎯ no clue why i haven’t written this sooner because prehensile hair is literally my favorite power ever, sorry not sorry. also this is kind of sloppy please excuse it all.

It was mesmerizing, all of it. The way his body slumped against the headboard of your bed, completely unclothed and shivering at the air as many sensations ran across his naked skin. Bound he was, arms kept securely against the mahogany wood in some dark, silk make shift knot the man had no chance of escaping.

But Mark didn’t want to. The man couldn’t help but look at you through a blurred gaze, entire body hot as he greedily took you in. You were bare as well, long dark hair covering your body and hiding what he wanted to see most. Your lips, pretty and bruised, curled into the most mischievous little smile. You were speaking, mouth moving and forming words but Mark couldn’t hear a thing with how blood was rushing to his ears.

You noticed this easily, head tilting a little, the hair around you following suit. A hand rose to him, gliding across a strong muscled thigh before trailing to trace his v-line. The twitch of his cock caught the corner of your eye, focus now settling upon the way it bobbed from excitement, pearly white streaks of pre-cum trickling down his length.

Your smile only deepened, crawling to be just a bit closer. “You’re so excited..” You monologued, reaching over to graze a perfectly manicured nail across his aching length. The man couldn’t help but shudder at your touch, hips even rising slightly to chase the feeling. But as quickly as it came, it left even faster.

“Baby, please..” The moment those words left his mouth, Mark regretted them immediately; groaning as he felt your hair tighten around his limbs.

When you came to him with this proposition the man was confused yet slightly intrigued. Mark wasn’t all too familiar with bondage in general, and adding your hair instead of rope into the mix simply amplified that touch of uniqueness. Yet he could never deny you, especially when seeing that pretty little sparkle in your eye when you desperately wanted something.

That same sparkle taking over your entire gaze as you kept him spread so perfectly; a palpable toy you’ve been playing with for the past thirty minutes. Mark was half-viltruimite, meaning his stamina was never an issue nor discussion. But with the way you continued to bring him to his peak before snatching it away all together was slowly, slowly killing him.

A whine thrummed from his lips as your finger circled his weeping slit, feeling your body push close as your lips found his cheek. You were so gentle and sweet, using your free hand to sweep a hair from his skin— kissing it shortly after.

“You want to come so bad, don’t you?.. Throbbing so much in my hand..” Your fingers enclosed the rest of his length, slowly dragging your hand up and down, up and down; slow and uncoordinated— enough to rile him up but nothing to tip him over the edge. Mark’s eyebrows were pushing close, desperately moving his hips to try and fuck your hand.

But you caught on quickly, long tresses to wrap around his thighs, tightening and planting his body right back against your bed. The annoyed groan that escaped him was far too sweet, your own little mewl slipping from your lips.

You cupped his cheek, pressing your lips to his own whilst swiping your thumb across his head with each drag of your hand.

“Come on baby, just take it..” You murmured against his lips, moaning at the way his tongue desperately slid across your own. “Do it yourself.. all you have to do is escape me.”

If Mark’s mind wasn’t completely swamped with pleasure, he would have given a little chuckle at your words. Both of you knew that despite the strength of your hair, he was much stronger. And— you also both knew Mark would never risk hurting you. Especially not to satisfy himself.

So, the man couldn’t help but huff at your words, head knocking back against the headboard the moment your pace quickened.

“Fu..fuck, [Name].. please baby, please.” Whimpering begs escaped his lips, tongue sliding across the bottom as desperation coated his entire being like some type of disease. His eyes, so full of love and adoration— with hints of depravity seeping in focused on you entirely.

You couldn’t ignore the way your entire body throbbed for him, dedicating this entire show to memory. Who knows when he’ll let you do this again. You needed to savor this moment, but knew there’s only so much Mark could truly take.

So with the sweetest smile you planted a kiss to his nose, lips, chin…. leading down his body until they pressed against the crown of his length. Your hand gripped him more with purpose, continuing to stroke whilst your tongue dragged against him.

Swears dropped from his lips instantly, Mark’s body tensing at the feeling he’s been longing for. He couldn’t help but watch the way your lips circled his tip, sucking gently whilst continuing the twist of your hands. Going further, the man’s gaze dragged to your body, watching your hair move with each twitch, back arched and ass in air.

Mark wanted to touch you, so, so bad. Wanted to feel your flesh fill his palms — and then some — a soft plush to his usual hard ruts. Speaking of, he wanted to move, maybe hear you squeak and whine, watch those pretty little eyes prick with tears.

But he couldn’t, trapped under you with zero escape; loving every second of it.

You noticed instantly the man growing closer, the way his stomach rose and fell with urgency; length throbbing in your hand and mouth. You met this with increasing the speed of your hand, tongue circling his tip. You felt his body shake, groans falling from his lips, twitching and jerking.

Soon enough Mark came, flooding your mouth in wild spurts. You continued to suck and lick him clean, ignoring the sounds of protest he released from the minor overstimulation. Moments passed before you finally let up, rising and gliding your tongue along your lips.

“You did so good Mark.” You mused with a little simper, leaning to wrap your arms around his neck. With ease your hair was loosening from his body, coming to rest against your back. “Wasn’t too hard, right?”

Mark breathed softly, hands falling to your waist, leaning to tuck his face into your neck. “You enjoyed that way too much.”

“Just a little.”

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stop i love dante sm i saw one edit of him and i was gone 😩 the animators knew what they were doing

-invoncible

LITERALLY KNEW WHAT THEY WERE DOING one hand on the pen the other on their dick, they are not slick drawing him like that 😭

#MECH BRIDE answers & thoughts* 𓈒 #dmc #dmc dante #dmc netflix

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fashion error …. ! ₊ཾִ ᖫྀ ⁣⁣.

mark grayson & reader ╲ just a fashion error..

𖥔 ࣪˖ tags⠀⎯ nothing much just a stupid drabble | suggestive but not detailed | ooc mark?? | etc

𖥔 ࣪˖ author’s note⠀⎯ just a little silly something after a dreadful week of work. will hopefully be posting something good this weekend since i’m off.. hopefully..

Tears crept from your eyes, body pressing against your lover’s as your body shook with each sob that escaped you. Your hands crumpled up his clothes, breathing coming out uneven with each shuddering gasp that leapt from your throat.

In the midst of your tears, you found the strength to lift your head, blurred gaze settling upon your beloved Mark Grayson— whose entire face was a scarlet red.

“It’s not that funny..” He hissed through tight lips, eyes pinching closed the moment he heard your laughter escalate. His own body shook from your cackling, a groan escaping him shortly after.

The man allowed his eyes to open, eyes falling down to where you were currently halfway down his body, hands resting on his lower stomach where the waistband of his boxers laid.

Invincible themed boxers, to be exact.

When Mark called you over he expected a movie and cuddling, especially since you declared how tired you were from work. However after some sweet kisses and heavy petting, the hero found himself on his back, shuddering under the wispy touches of your lips as they trailed down his body.

The man had zero time to think before you were tugging his pants down, mind far too focused on the fun waiting to come.

But the moment he felt you stop moving, his heart dropped to his stomach— churning the moment Mark heard that familiar laughter he loved with his entire being.

Only to hate every single pitch of it at this exact moment.

You lifted to rest on your haunches, desperately searching for air as more laughter and rolls of tears slid down your chubby cheeks.

“Wh—what..” Wet gasps interrupted each word, hands clenching at the damned boxers on his body. “—the hell, are you wearing?!” You struggled to get the question out, tearing up even more the moment you saw the man slap his hands onto his face, covering his expression from you.

“I haven’t been able to wash clothes! Cecil has been keeping me busy—“

“Oh, baby I can tell.. I thought I said to not be in uniform around me!”

You couldn’t help but literally keel over at your own pathetic joke, falling into him and planting your face right into his toned stomach. You shook and guffawed like some witch, unaware to the little glare your boyfriend was delivering your form.

“Please, release me from this torture.”

Mark didn’t have a clue who he was calling out to; if he was even doing so at all. He just wanted this entire thing to end. The mood was broken, he was completely soft— the man wanted nothing more than to burn the boxers and go to sleep for an entire week.

Finally you were slowly calming down, (rudely) using his shirt to wipe the collection of tears on your face. With a few deep breaths you were rising once again, gaze falling onto Mark. You smiling, him not in the least impressed.

A brief silence carried with the two of you only staring at each other before you giggled softly, hands pressing against his chest as you leaned down to plant a wet kiss to his cheek, sliding your arms to wrap around his neck as more kisses ensued.

“Thank you baby, I needed the laugh.”

Mark rolled his eyes slowly, hands sliding to your waist to hold gently, relishing under the sweet affection after you practically ridiculed him for an entire thirty minutes.

“Why do I love you so much?..”

You giggled once more, hands lifting to hold his cheeks while you pressed your nose to his own.

“Who knows Invinciboy, I ask myself that all the time.”

“Please don’t start.”

#CHEMICAL KIDS fics* 𓈒 #invincible #invincible x fem!reader smut #invincible x reader #invincible x fem reader #mark grayson #mark grayson x reader #mark grayson x fem reader #mark grayson x fem!reader #mark grayson smut #mark grayson fluff #chubby reader #black fanfic writer #black!reader

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grimmsbride · 4 months ago

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#okay.. now i get it.#now i DEFINITELY get it.

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⠀. ּ ֶָ֢⠀⠀⠀₍ ^⠀. .⠀^ ₎⠀⟆⠀ ۟ ❨ ᥍͟𝗍͟𝖺͟𝗋͟𝗌 𝗼𝗯ׂ𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 ❩

۪ ⋆ 𝓅𝒶̄𝗂𝗋𝗌 : mark!variants x reader

𝗁ℯ𝒶𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇 : what each different mark variants are into, and why they are into it.

𝓌𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀s : p links, kink listing, 18+ content

.’﹙ ℳ𝗈𝗁𝖺𝗐𝗄 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄 ： 𝓅𝖽𝖺 ﹚

mark’s biggest turn on is PDA, the feeling of your soft delicate skin on his just flips a switch in him. mark’s lips are always on yours no matter what time it is or where you two are at, his favorite place that he kisses you is infront of him viltrum empire loving the feeling of eyes on him.

the same hands he had killed thousands with were wrapped around the curve of your throat do softly, applying enough pressure to make your eyes slightly blur. Mark did not want to lose a doll like you he claimed, being do possessive over his little nymph.

Bonus points if mark is able to convince his little blythe to match mohawks with him!! always pressing his forehead to yours and making out with you, his tongue wrapping around yours and sucking. The taste of him wasn’t foreign to you anymore the amount of times he kisses you, which is always..

but during sex is so much more..romantic, loves making you feel like the queen you are even sometimes setting up roses on your shared bed when he wants to have sex with you. his poundings are so ruthless and rough, always managing to pull screams out of your throat ( ♡︎ )

.’﹙𝓈𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝓂𝖺𝗋𝗄 ： 𝒷𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽 ﹚

you need to pray every time you start your cycle, and he knows exactly when too. so when he pops up randomly behind you groping your ass and tits while his bulge is pressed against the curve of your ass, you know EXACTLY what he is here for.

the sloppy wet sounds of your period blood and his saliva mixing together makes you cringe in embarrassment, he had you sprawled out in an abandoned hotel that he hadn’t destroyed just yet.

“fuck - keep these open. “ he was devouring your bleeding cunt like it was going to be his ever last meal, making sure no blood had slid down the cheeks of your ass. he was licking you raw at this point, and even if you tried to run from it he’d give you a harsh slap on your already sensitive pussy.

“ this pusshys mine to eat..mgh fwuck sho good “ mark had a habit of getting drunk off your pussy, always rambling on how if he ever caught you with someone else that person would be dead in a instant. mark always wasn’t a good sharer with his toys. ( ♡︎ )

.’﹙𝓇𝖾𝗍𝗋𝗈 𝗆𝒶𝗋𝗄 ： 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅 ﹚

this mark is so bossy, always telling people about his empire, so its natural that he bosses you around too. just his orders are more.. explicit.

he loves it when you call him king or emperor it boosts his ego so much and he would probably reward you with allowing you to watch him stroke his hardened cock in front of your innocent naive face, his mewls and whimpers bring you to the edge all the time and even if you dare to turn your head away from the scene he is giving you.

he will punish you, slapping his member against you face and probably even smearing in against your facial cheeks. if you cry about how it hurts when he slaps you with his cock he’ll just do it harder next time, smirking at your pathetic cries.

he doesnt just ask for sex, no no no he demands it. he expects you yo be on your knees mouth wide open with your tongue hanging out when he wants his fat cock sucked, and if he wants to fuck you, he better see you in a wide mating press with your small fingers spreading your pussy for him.

retro mark is like those men on broadcasts who claim women have to only do 3 things, and your 3 things are to worship his cock, pleasure him, and give him your lovely attention and he probably has a collar and leash for you too when he is pounding you from the back. ( ♡ )

.’﹙ℴ𝗆𝗇𝗂 𝓂𝖺𝗋𝗄 ：𝓈𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄 ﹚

i can imagine that this mark is a little bit muscular than the others, always focusing and working out 24/7.

thats why when he is pressed against your body, making you stand on your tippie toes to kiss him, his mind goes extremely blank.

so blank to the fact that his cock is springing back to life, he sometimes wonder how’d you look in a chokehold while being fucked so good bye him.

mark has a big dick, everyone knows that but when he has his member hovering above your stomach to show you how deep he is gonna go your little face panicking just makes his dick jump and bounce against your stomach.

god you’re such a fucking vixen mark thinks, always distracting him when he works out and you just claim “ i wanna help you! “ but your tight yoga clothes say other wise. he wants to take you here and tower over your small frame bending your body into the desired position he’d like. and so he does, he can feel his tip trying to prod open your womb and force itself inside

your eyes were blown wide open, jaw slacked and drool smothered all over your chest and jaw. he loved you like this, destroyed and ruined from other men but him, the way your pussy could only accommodate to him after this would leave you shocked. ( ♡︎ )

#MECH BRIDE answers & thoughts* 𓈒 #omni mark put me in a headlock immediately please #i’m not playing

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｡𖦹°‧ DANTE SEEING THE SCRATCHES ON HIS BACK.

୭˚. ᵎᵎ content warnings: mention of unprotected sex, blood, sexual content.

⭑.ᐟ The word “responsible” did not fit into Dante’s vocabulary, it was something that would take time for the boy to understand; perhaps, according to future events. — Eventually, “trustworthy” was better; at least, he agreed.

⤷ Dante was reliable in completing his assigned works, occupations; always maintaining a high standard of excellence, never failing to commit or doing anything half-heartedly. — Enzo was a witness, and he idolized the hunter's completed works. — So, this meant that Dante couldn't pretend there wasn't dirty work to be done.

⤷ Meaning, again, that the demon hunter couldn't stay by your side, clinging to your neck, kissing and biting you and inhaling your delicious scent — or inside you — forever. — He hated it.

⭑.ᐟ By the gods that could exist, — holy shit, Dante thought — to admire, to contemplate, you in the old bed of that old-fashioned and worn-out room, sleeping, peacefully, between, at least, clean sheets — that were brought by you for your boyfriend — so beautiful and apollonian was an image of the paradise that they say exists.

⤷ Through the transparent, white fabric of the sheet, some curves of your body were witnessed by the eldest's youthful eyes; if he had the chance, he would live only to adore you. — Being led to a memory of last night; his forehead pressed against yours as he tried to utter some coherent word, and failed terribly, the irregular breaths, sensual and so libidinous sighs. — Just remembering, he felt weak, vulnerable, and making his cock throb.

⭑.ᐟ You were insatiably, relentlessly. — Driving that poor man crazy and disorienting was ridiculous, delightful, and such an aphrodisiac. — Dante had to crawl back, coerced, to his next job that Enzo had sent him; did he really need it?

⤷ Stepping on the aged, and also filthy, wood, causing a terrifying and agonizing noise, worried if you were still asleep, Dante only saw you turn your back, remaining asleep. — Now, a piece of your bare back, and the curves of your ass, perceived by the emerald eyes.

⭑.ᐟ Where had you thrown his shirt? — Dante searched, unhurriedly and with little interest or convenience, for the gray piece of clothing, which you had removed and left somewhere inconspicuous. — The demon hunter, during his search, passed by the piece of broken mirror stuck in the wall structure; it didn't hurt to pay attention to his appearance before anything else, right?

⤷ Dante's charming, lazy, and bold frown was always there, just like an incontinent and unruly mess in his white hair; nothing that could bother him. — The piece of reflective glass didn't show his entire image, so his attention was fixed on the attention on his neck with small bite marks and hickeys made by you.

⤷ On Dante's lips, a smug smile, so debauched, curved; of course he could just walk out with those traces of pleasure on the street. — Upon learning to use his regeneration suit, the cursed man would love to show it off. — You were trying to mark your territory, what a beautiful thing; well, he couldn't judge, since he performed the same action. — Displaying the visible muscles, Dante turned his body frame to see his back. — Holy shit.

⭑.ᐟ Marks, scratches from nails, had a deep presence on your boyfriend's back; thin, thick, some incomplete, but they were there. —The reddish lines, some showing thin trails of blood, against his skin were something divine. — Evidence of the pure pleasure, excitement, desire that had risen in your chest the night before; sensations that only Dante could give you, and would be the only and last one to do so. — Oh, he remembered.

⤷ Your moans, — which sounded identical to meows, melodic whimpers — were melody, harmony that Dante learned to be obsessed with. — While he was, perfectly, with his balls inside you, feeling more and more, and making him crazy with desire, your beautiful and so delicious pussy squeezing his cock, Dante knew, from the first day he looked at you, that you would be the death of him. — And he never had so much pleasure at the end of his life.

⤷ Dante was a drunk, fucked up, and needy — and also miserable — for you, for your pussy; don't blame that poor guy. — The wet, dirty, dirty noise caused by the fast thrusts was too much for you; like the stretching, which never got used to, delicious in you. — Or when you stuttered, begged, with so much affection, allowing, and sweetness for Dante to cum inside. — Dante would never deny anything to his beautiful girl.

⤷ For mercy's sake, Dante felt his dick swell, ache with excitement and throb even more as he looked at the marks.

⭑.ᐟ Now, his canines stood out in his proud smile, pure lust — experiencing an electricity of debauchery, taking on an almost feral sensation — in front of the broken mirror. — Dante did not need his regeneration with that gift.

⭑.ᐟ The beautiful kitten showed her claws, wanting to signal a territorial marking that would only be seen if Dante wanted it to be; in other cases, leaving a reminder so specific to him. — Only him.

#MECH BRIDE answers & thoughts* 𓈒 #ty chef this was amazing #dante sparda #dante x reader

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