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basically what reader wants to do when mark comes back from thraxa—

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Are transformer requests still open??

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Thank you to everyone who got me to 5000 likes!

OMG THANK YOU EVERYONE!!

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Uh ohh 😬

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Excuse me if I could get anyone's attention!! I need answers for MASKLESS MARK x female reader

Am I allowed to write female reader x Maskless Mark or are we all just agreeing Maskless Mark is gay? I don't think I ever saw a Maskless Mark x female reader before so.. am I allowed or is that considered homophobic? Seeing a lot of people are calling him gaymark also, I mean I'm fine for it but I just want to know if I'm allowed to write female readers for him

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Omg 😳😼 yummy art, very very delicious amazing art

Trying to work them out in my actual style but it may take a bit to perfect it lol

Mark and his two big wives

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Can you do Maskless Mark please 🙏 I need him bouncing on it bad

Omg what a coinky dink 😼🐱 I have one in the making as I'm making this post! Maskless Mark in my opinion is the most gentle and patient baby boy ever~! The one I'm making of him is gonna be gentle and love so watch out for it!

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Uh oh 😱😹 I might do a redraw I don't really like the nose, or the hair right now 😔 looks who's on his knees~

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who is the artist of your pfp? ;)

Me~ :>

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your Rex fics are the highlight of my day

Thank you bestie! ☺️

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I wanna request choking and hair pulling Mohawk Mark😄 GN reader

I may have gotten board so I made two instead of one scenarios, I know you said GN reader but I couldn't come up with anything that feels right, so I made it mxm type. hope you could forgive me my loves!

Anyways here's one-shot featuring Mohawk Mark in two different scenarios—one where you're pulling his hair and another where you're choking him, both pushing him past his bratty limits. Enjoy.

(NSFW Drabble)

Mohawk Mark X top male reader

Scenario 1: Hair-Pulling

Mohawk Mark never shuts up. Even with his face buried in the mattress, arms pinned behind his back, and your weight pressing him down, he still finds a way to talk shit.

“Pft—this all you got?” His voice is strained, but there’s still that damn smirk in it. “Starting to think you’re losing your touch, babe.”

You roll your eyes, tighten your grip on his wrists, and then—yank.

His whole body jerks as you fist a handful of his thick, messy hair, pulling his head back at a sharp angle. A strangled sound leaves his throat—half a gasp, half a moan—but the smirk is still there, twitching at the edges of his lips.

“Oh, fuck, that’s cute,” he breathes, his cock twitching beneath him. “You tryna—nngh—put me in my place?”

You tug harder. This time, he whines.

It’s instant—his cocky attitude crumbling for just a moment as his back arches, his breath hitching. You use the grip on his hair to pull him up until his spine is flush against your chest, his head tilted back onto your shoulder. His throat is exposed, his pulse hammering against his skin, and when you grind against him, he shudders.

“Still think I’m losing my touch?” you murmur, lips ghosting over the shell of his ear.

His hands twitch, fighting against the hold you have on him, but you feel the way his body melts under you. His breath is ragged, his hips rocking back on instinct, and when you twist his hair just slightly, a choked moan slips out of him.

“…Shut up and fuck me already,” he finally growls. But his voice is breathless, wrecked, and when you give his hair another tug—pulling him even deeper into your pace—he’s completely at your mercy.

Scenario 2: Choking

Mohawk Mark has an ego bigger than his attitude, and he lives for getting under your skin. He’s grinning up at you, back pressed against the mattress, his hands gripping your thighs like he’s in charge here.

“You look real cute when you’re trying so hard,” he teases, biting his lip. His mohawk is a mess, sweat making strands of hair stick to his forehead, but his eyes are still sharp—still challenging. “C’mon, babe, you gonna fuck me or just—”

Your hand closes around his throat.

His words cut off in an instant. His smirk twitches, lips parting as his breath hitches sharply, and his hands flex against your thighs. But he doesn’t stop you. If anything, his body reacts to it—hips bucking up, pupils blowing wide as your fingers press just hard enough to make him feel it.

“Wha—” He tries to speak, but his voice is hoarse, airy, and fuck, the way his eyes darken when he realizes he can’t finish his sentence makes your cock throb.

You tilt your head, applying just a little more pressure. “What was that?”

He lets out a shaky breath, but the brat in him won’t die. His lips curl into a grin, voice rough when he finally manages, “I said—hah—harder, you coward.”

Oh, he’s asking for it now.

Your grip tightens, just enough to make his pulse pound under your fingers, and his body shakes. He’s completely at your mercy, muscles tensed, his cock twitching between you as his breath gets shallow.

He’s still grinning—barely. But the way his eyelids flutter, the way his body is trembling under yours, tells you everything you need to know.

He’s wrecked, desperate, and completely yours.

And you’re not stopping anytime soon.

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Can we see Ur pfp pic??

Here you go! (Link)

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Mohawk Mark definitely wears tank tops or muscle shirts that hang off his body, like you know those tank tops that show your sides or your side pecs, that's what I think he wears during his time on earth

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Please give us some Sinister mark or Mohawk mark, I love crazy bratty boys 🙏

Brat Tamer Edition

Here since I was feeling generous I give you some NSFW headcanons of Sinister Mark and Mohawk Mark with a top male reader who knows exactly how to put their bratty attitudes in their place.

Sinister Mark

Sinister Mark has a cocky smirk, an arrogant stance, and a tendency to bite off more than he can chew—especially with you. He talks big, acts like he's untouchable, but the moment you put him in his place? He’s all fire and frustration, pushing back just so you’ll push harder.

He’s aggressive in the bedroom—at least, that’s what he thinks. But the second you overpower him, gripping his wrists and pinning him down, his whole demeanor shifts. That arrogance turns into labored breathing, body twitching under your control.

“F-Fuck off, I don’t—” The words die in his throat when you push deeper, drag your nails down his skin, and make him take it. The way his body clenches around you betrays how much he loves being dominated, even if he refuses to say it.

Overstimulation absolutely ruins him. He swears he can keep up, that he won’t break, but after the fourth orgasm—his body trembling, overstimulated to the point of tears—he’s nothing but a whimpering mess.

When he gets bratty? You just drag the night on longer. Making him beg, making him admit how much he likes it, how much he needs you. And when you finally let him rest? His throat is raw from groaning, his body sore, and he swears he’s going to get back at you… just not yet.

Mohawk Mark

Mohawk Mark is an asshole—plain and simple. He’s got a sharp tongue, talks shit even when he’s on his knees, and grins like he dares you to do something about it. Spoiler.. You do.

He likes to act like he’s too good for you, like he’s the one in control, but the second you flip him over and drag him into your pace? His cocky words turn into gasping moans, hands clawing at the sheets as his body betrays him.

“Y-Yeah, you think—ah, fuck—y-you think this is gonna break me?” He laughs, but his voice cracks. His legs are shaking, body hypersensitive as you keep going, making him feel every inch of pleasure he swore he could handle.

Mohawk Mark lives for edging games. He gets bratty just to piss you off, just so you’ll hold him down and deny him until he’s begging—until he’s sobbing for release, legs twitching, his punk-ass attitude shattered.

By the time you’re done with him, he’s completely spent, half-conscious, and barely able to throw out one last smug, “T-That all you got?”—only for his whole body to jolt when you grab him again, whispering, "You sure you wanna test me?"

Bonus: Neither of them ever learn their lesson. They’ll still talk back, still push your buttons, just to see how long they last before you completely wreck them again.

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Lensless Mark? With a Top male reader? Please and thank you! (ToT)🙏

Eager as Hell

(NSFW Drabble) Lensless Mark x Top Male Reader

SMUT - you been warned

Lensless Mark was annoying as shit.

Not in the bad way—well, not exactly—but in the way that made you want to ruin him. He had this energy, this hyperactive, cocky buzz that never shut the fuck up, even when he was being absolutely wrecked.

“Oh, f-fuck yeah,” Mark laughs—laughs—as you drive into him, his back arching off the mattress. “Dude, I can feel that in my fucking stomach, holy shit.”

You growl, gripping his hips harder, slamming him back onto your cock. “Is that right?”

He whimpers—a breathy, desperate noise—but the grin is still on his face, his fingers digging into the sheets like he’s hanging on for dear life. “Ohhh, yeah—yeah, you’re—hah—fucking me up, man.”

His breath hitches as you press him deeper into the mattress, your weight sinking over him, keeping him trapped. He loves it—thrives off it—his body twitching beneath you, every sharp thrust pulling a broken moan from his lips.

But then he giggles.

Fucking giggles.

“You’re—fuck, you’re really trying, huh?” His voice is breathless, cock leaking between his thighs, but there’s mischief in his tone, in the way he looks over his shoulder with that wide, teasing grin. “C’mon, babe—is that all you got?”

Oh, this little shit.

You snap your hips forward, driving into him hard enough to punch the breath from his lungs. His mouth drops open, the cocky words melting into a gasp as his arms buckle.

“Still wanna talk shit?” you growl, fisting his hair, forcing him to arch.

He whimpers—his whole body trembling—but then he laughs again, breathy and wrecked. “Hah—ohh, fuck, I love when you get mad.”

You huff, dragging your teeth along his shoulder before sinking your fingers into his thighs, lifting him just right—and when you thrust, hitting deep, hitting perfect, his words die into a strangled moan.

His body shakes, his fingers clenching around the sheets as his cock twitches, and suddenly, he’s not talking shit anymore.

You smirk, rolling your hips slow, teasing. “What was that, baby?”

Mark just shudders, panting, his eyes fluttering. “O-Ohhh, fuck—”

Finally.

notes - hope this was enough for ya~!

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lowkey I wanna see Rex tied up too..

its not the same as the first one but hope this up to your standards

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omg its been two days! i thought i lost this request!!

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Drabble - Complete At His Mercy

Drabble Sub Rex Splode x Male!reader

SMUT - you been warned

Rex lay beneath Reader, his broad chest rising and falling with every slow, deep breath. His wrists were bound above his head, the restraints holding him in place, but the tension in his body wasn’t from struggle—it was from anticipation. His green eyes, darkened with heat, flickered between reader's gaze and where reader's lips hovered just above his skin.

“You’re beautiful like this,” reader murmured, letting reader's breath ghost over Rex's flushed pecs. The praise made him swallow hard, his jaw tightening, but his body betrayed him—his hips twitching slightly under reader's hold.

reader's hand rested firmly on Rex's hip, grounding him as reader moved, dragging out the moment with deliberate slowness. Every slow thrust sent a ripple of pleasure through his body, his thighs trembling ever so slightly. reader could feel the way his muscles tensed under his fingers, the warmth of his skin beneath reader's touch.

A low, ragged sound escaped his lips, somewhere between a groan and a sigh, and reader smiled against his skin. Pressing a kiss just above his heart, reader whispered, “That’s it… let me hear you.”

His breath hitched as reader rolled his hips just right, Rex's fingers clenching into fists above him. He wanted to reach for reader, to anchor himself, but all he could do was surrender to the pleasure, to the steady, torturous pace you set. He was at reader's mercy, every movement reader made pulling another soft, desperate sound from his lips. The heat between them grew heavier, wrapping around the both of you like a slow-burning fire.

reader traced the curve of his side, reader's hand sliding over the dip of his waist, feeling the heat that radiated off him. “You take me so well,” reader praised, and his body responded in kind—a deep, shuddering exhale leaving him as he tilted his head back, exposing his throat. Vulnerable. Open. reader's fingers danced over his skin, tracing light patterns across his ribs, feeling the way he tensed and shivered beneath reader's touch.

His body was sensitive, every brush of your fingers, every deep, measured thrust leaving him more unraveled. He bit his lower lip, eyes squeezing shut as another moan spilled from him, his body arching slightly off the bed. reader softly chuckled, lips tracing along the column of his throat before nipping gently at his pulse point, drawing a gasp from him.

“I love the way you react to me,” reader murmured, letting his lips travel lower, pressing kisses along rex's collarbone, chest, savoring the way he trembled under reader's mouth. The rise and fall of his breaths grew more erratic, his thighs shifting restlessly as he fought the need to move against reader's slow hips, to chase the pleasure reader was giving him.

reader tightened his grip on Rex's hip, keeping him steady as reader continued his slow, methodical rhythm, drawing out every sound, every tremor from Rex. His skin was flushed, a deep, beautiful pink that spread across his chest, his arms, all the way to the tips of his ears.

“Look at you,” reader whispered, his voice rich with admiration. “So gorgeous, so perfect for me.”

Rex's eyes fluttered open, hazy and half-lidded, a soft whimper escaping him as he met Reader's gaze. There was no resistance left in him—only need, only lust. He was completely undone, and reader wasn't about to let him forget just how much reader adores him.