markgraysonstears

[markgraysonstears]

mark x amber doesnt have enough content. fine. ill do it MY SELF!!!

[markgraysonstears]

01 ┊ “ Kiss it, kiss it better, baby. ” ⸝⸝ .

THIS IS A OLD FANFIC BY THE WAY DONT MAUL ME

★ masochist m!mark x fem!reader? ( i don't rlly describe much fembody stuff so take it as u want actually ) , i didn't proofread cuz i cringe a lil at my writing.

★ warnings : ,, masochism, sub mark, mention of blood , heavy petting, ++ ( nothing too crazy )

A/N : hi so this is mainly for self indulgence so you MAY not get mention of yn blushing cuz...💆🏽‍♀️ baby how... anyways enjoy my shit riding ( also give me requests thanks )

that was meant to be writing but LOL.... if the boot fits....

this stupid ass rants took me like 5 days bc i got tired of the plot so its gonna feel rushed at the end. sorry babes

Invincible, a man with great strength, power, and status. A man that shows confidence, yet a bit of an ego with that name. However, the one under the mask shows the exact opposite with you.

MARK GRAYSON not Invincible, that unlocks your window after a battle. That's the man that enters with a rough entrance and has smudged and dried blood near the corner of his mouth. Despite his mangy, blood-soaked appearance, he always greeted you with pet names.

Mark clasps your hand in his while he gazes down at you with weak eyes, intertwining your hand into his. Your palm feels so cold; it helped with his bruises— it was also nice to just have your touch. “ Mark, we can talk later; please go get yourself healed up ,” you say with concern. Obviously, it went into one ear and right out the other; the man didn't even attempt to stray from your touch. “ I'll be alright, baby; your hands are doing a great job. ”

MARK GRAYSON who kisses you with need, despite the throbbing pain in his lips. By now, you weren't bothered by the metallic flavor. This is something he frequently does, which is obviously not a criticism!

MARK GRAYSON who absolutely adores you, lingering on his broken lips. Though mark would be ashamed to admit, the pain makes him feel intoxicated. The way your hands pull off the mask that covers the rest of his pretty face and then return to his black hair to tug a little bit makes it seem almost electric.

MARK GRAYSON that has the misfortune ( though fortunate for you ) of wearing such a tight suit, lets his body show his desperation as he promises he's fine, the pain isn't that awful. Even if it was, he's ashamed that he mind a little pressure against his raw and bruised skin after the attacks.

“ please? ” While his longing hands pulled you down onto his bulge by your waist, the superhero's whispered, sensuous voice begged you. Mark's rough finger pads soon traveled down to the sides of your thighs, Blue nails puncture into the fatty tissue, dragging you down against him. A strangled whimper came from him as your body pressed against his wounded chest and all the way down. The pressure hurt, but in a good way. He just needed to get some pleasure out of today. Come on, you wouldn't deny a begging man, right? “ we can do whatever, I just—I just need this. ”

MARK GRAYSON, who you couldn't resist even if you really wanted to. If you had insisted on receiving real help, his sad little eyes wouldn't have left your head; all he wanted was to feel better. Though you do miss him in this condition. You give in out of selfishness. You have missing Mark's whimpers and labored breathing, muffled between your neck and his lips, for the past month because he's been too busy.

MARK GRAYSON Who loves to grip onto your hips, watch you rock back and forth against his arousal—like your motions were magic—and show his thanks towards you? He praises you in-between thick swallows and shallow breath. Mark wanted to rip the rest of this torn-up suit off. Your arms lying on his shoulders, the pain got overwhelmed by pleasure.

Your lips pressed against his bruised neck, the kiss seems to just send aches right back to his erection. Those soft, cold hands of yours traveled down to press against his chest, a hiss slipping out of his mouth—followed with a moan. Remind Mark to never go at least 3months and a without any sexual contact. It's almost a bit embarrassing.. even for him

MARK GRAYSON He wastes no time sliding his hands up your body to remove your shirt and tugging at your shorts. He almost seems to forget to take off his own, but you don't let that happen.

MARK GRAYSON flutters his eyes at you while your fingertips push him down. His elbows hold him up as he watches you lower your head, — MARK GRAYSON who you couldn't deny.

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[markgraysonstears]

main mark fic but alternate y/n is just a freak like feral sinister mark type freak

do u guys see my vision

hahaha guys GUYS