#ʚ — heartz : drabble

[swtheartz]

omni-mark who obsesses over how he towers over his lovely partner, enjoying the way you have to step on your tiptoes just to give him a kiss on the cheek. omni-mark who enjoys taking care of you. he doesn’t express his emotions so openly, but he does insist on buying the groceries, paying for nearly everything you want, as long as he gets your love and attention in return. omni-mark who weirdly enjoys lazy days with you. lets you run your fingers through his hair as you both sit on the couch, sits real close to you as you both sip at the morning (afternoon) coffee the two of you made in the kitchen as some shitty movie plays on the tv. omni-mark who absolutely adores the way you get so excited over the things you’re interested in. the way your eyes light up and your smile brightens gets him every time—reminds him of what drew him to you in the first place. omni-mark who claims he doesn’t get jealous. but he does. gods, he gets jealous. it doesn’t have to be over anything serious. it could be you giving your attention to an animal, and he’d wish it was him instead and follow you around for hours before you offer to let him hold you. omni-mark who is obsessed with the slight bulge in your stomach as he fucks into you. fat tip kissing your insides, making a mess of you. revels in the way you whine and press back against him, he doesn’t let you silence yourself. ever. he wants to hear how you gasp his name and see the way your eyes roll back as he steals every little thought that isn’t of him out of your pretty little head. omni-mark who puts you in gentle headlocks. nothing too tight, and nothing threatening in the slightest, but enough to keep you in place. to hold you still as your legs tremble, knees threatening to buckle as you drool around his fingers stuffed in your mouth. he could never get over how pretty you look in prone bone. omni-mark who makes sure you cum before he does. every single time. he’ll make you cum on his tongue, his fingers, his dick, just to hear you sob and say ‘it’s too much!’ as you pushed your hips against his, unable to help yourself. he knows you don’t mean it—not when you whimper when he pulls out and squeal when he slams back in. omni-mark who lovessss to cum inside. he can’t help himself. call it instinct, or a nagging urge of his that he can’t get rid of, or just him being unable to help himself. this man cannot pull out for the life of him. needs to see his spend spill out of you as he presses a kiss to your forehead. (he’ll stuff it back inside with his fingers if he needs to. doesn’t want it going to waste.) omni-mark who obsesses over you. your smell, your touch, the sound of you. he’d rather die than let you go. and he knows you’d do the same. a / n : this is so fucking thirsty but i need him so bad i like my men STRICT

[swtheartz]

HELLOOOOO SAILOR !!!!!

Mark Grayson X Healer!Reader

Inspired by @thegr33nc0met and @swtheartz. Check them out!!

No CW, maybe just language and suggestive scenes

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She’s patched up more people and aliens than she could possibly count, but none of them made her blood boil like him. None.

With a scowl, she prepped herself for a whole night of healing people with the knowledge that the team was en route back to base, getting all the towels and the meager medical kit Cecil thought was sufficient for her work.

She is a healer, one originating from a long line of female warriors and healers. It was thought that the so called gift had run its course when her mother didn’t possess the gift, but apparently it skipped a generation, coming back full fledged into her.

Sure she could fight, but she was more useful patching up barely alive Guardians after a fight. She’s nice to them for the most part, maybe ragging on Rex a little for being a douche.

But him? Oh… not him.

“You got a lot of nerve showing your face here after that shit fight, Grayson.” Her eyes narrowed as they followed his limping form coming towards her.

“I’m already beat. You really wanna add salt to the wound?” He glances at her, right eye swollen purple and the left bloodshot.

“If I could, I’d squeeze a lime and make you into a drink.” She grumbles, coming over to remove his already battered mask, lightly brushing away the broken glass of his goggles into a surgical bowl.

She begins her ritual of cleaning up the cuts and wounds on his body, not wanting to accidentally heal him with a piece of debris stuck under his skin. She’s not entirely sure if Viltrumites could die from infection but… better safe than sorry.

She picks out the glass shards, stuck pieces of gravel and debris from his wounds, each one making him hiss.

“Stay fucking still, idiot..” She grumbles under her breath, not picking up on his breath hitching with every angered word and insult hurled at him.

He isn’t sure when this started. This… infatuation with her. She doesn’t look at him like he’s the strongest man on the world. If anything even, she looks at him like he’s scum. But her gentle hands tell a different story.

His cheeks flush as she picks out the remaining bits of stuck debris from his body, wiping some soothing but stinging antiseptic over each wound.

“Alright, hold on.” She murmurs, her hands braced on his shoulders, beginning her silent chant to heal his wounds, to heal all the internal broken parts of his anatomy that she couldn’t reach.

Yet his eyes remained fixed on her, the light shining behind her head making it look like a heavenly halo glow was encompassing her, an angel sent from above with a cruel mouth as she heals him.

His cuts slowly fades away, and he could breathe a little better when his ribs were set back into the correct position, the blood that filled his lungs earlier dissipating. His arm no longer throbbed dully, setting back into place with echoing snaps and crunches.

Still, he couldn’t help but marveling at the goddess before him, his cheeks flushing pink at their close proximity.

“I can feel you staring at me.” She huffs, “quit being a fucking creep.”

“No.”

“Loser.”

“Mean.”

“Alien.”

“Bitch.”

That made her lips quirk into a soft smile, their less than savory banter keeping his blood thrumming with unbridled energy and lust. Lust for her.

“Alright, all done.” She sighs, feeling a little woozy after healing his extensive injuries. His healed arms shoot out and steadies her out of reflex, his heart racing at the close proximity and touch.

“Who was it this time?” She murmurs softly, the world spinning as the after effects of healing deep injuries took its toll. “Mauler twins? Some other two-bit thug you keep pulling your punches for?”

“Just… a dragon.”

“Oh great, a seasoned nobody you could’ve taken down…” She pushes him away, her irritation coming back tenfold. It wasn’t that he was incapable, he was more than capable to one shot all these things. He’s stronger than the whole team combined times ten, but because he keeps pulling his goddamned punches-

“I can hear you muttering under your breath y’know.” He huffs a little.

“Well good. Because you know damn well if you don’t take them down there’ll just be more casualties you could’ve prevented. Nobody has to get hurt if you would’ve just gave it your all and stop holding back!”

The wind from her lungs were stolen when he pulls her back into his arms, her body pressed against his solid form as he nuzzled her jaw. “Like this?”

She could practically taste the thick tension in the air, her breath hitched as his hands splay across her lower back, holding her close with no chance to pull away. “You drive me so… fucking mad sometimes…”

His admission makes her heart beat in her throat,, eyes wide as she looks at him. “Mark…”

“No… no, you shut up. You’ve said enough.” He growls, “You… just know how to get me so hot, so bothered, don’t you? Piling on me… and when I’m all hurt and broken too…”

His fingers gently caressed her cheek, pulling her focus to look into his lust clouded eyes. “I don’t know why I like it so much… why I wanna hear you say all those mean things, and beg you… beg you to tell me how to make it better…”

Oh…

“You wanna make it better?” Her voice was sultry, sweet like honey and full of sin, “you wanna make me feel good, baby?”

“Yes..” His low groan only sealed the deal, his nose nuzzling desperately at her neck, inhaling her scent.

“How fast can you get me back to my place?”

He’s never flew so fast in his life, cradling her in his arms.

[swtheartz]

absolutely obsessed with healer!reader rn because while healing is seen as something so pure and beautiful—you’re such a dick. more akin to an exhausted office worker on a 9 to 5 (though you schedule is much worse, and twice as grueling), and running off of three cups of expensive coffee and grumbling your answer.

girl boss in high heels?? no. sleep deprived asshole in combat boots that will kick someone’s teeth in, heal them, then do it again.

and some freak on your team that gushes over you and secretly crushes some villain that tried to kill you while you’re not looking, and tells you to ignore the blood on their suit before going back to harassing you. you hate his guts meanwhile he has to hide in the bathroom and jerk off to try and get some energy out of his system to try and behave himself around you.

i’m on my monthly no one say anything to me rn.

[swtheartz]

crybaby mark grayson who sniffles and whimpers every couple of seconds when you’re giving him a handjob. his tip flushes a pretty shade of red, he can’t stop his hips from bucking, and every time you tell him to stay still he apologizes with a voice crack. . . do not give this man a blowjob, he will absolutely sob. if you think he doesn’t like it, you’re dead wrong because the moment you pull away he’s sputtering out more sorry’s, begging you not to stop because he was close. he is absolutely the type to overstimulate himself and still not be satiated i need to make him whimper. @lxkoluvsu // this is ur fault btw

[swtheartz]

info : AFAB!reader but no gender mentioned, reader is a healer, spit kink, dacryphilia, cunninglingus mentioned, blowjobs mentioned, sexual content, they’re all freaks

a / n : i’m gonna start tagging people in my posts so if u wanna be tagged?? lmk!!!!! also hi lx :3

each version of mark has their own unique healer. their dynamics with each other are all so vastly different—all of them think theirs is the best. they’re annoying about it, too, all obsessed with their versions of reader. none of them would have it any other way.

mainstream mark is so casual about it. their relationship is by far the most normal one. a little unofficial, sure, but it’s not like he cares. in his mind, you’re not going anywhere and he isn’t either.

“i, uh, just usually go to them after a fight. it’s not always on purpose, just. . . just sometimes. it’s weird, but they don’t have to heal by touching me. i’m not elaborating on that.”

no goggles mark is definitely one of the weirder ones. laughs about it, is excited to talk about it.

“oh! dude, i love it when we fight. usually ends up with them under me. it’s funny, actually—eating them out works just fine whenever they don’t wanna heal me. pussy juice of life, i swear-”

“they don’t have to heal with their hands,” viltrumite mark looks thoughtful, genuinely thinking about it. his relationship with his version of you is mundane, if anything. they’ve got their own quarters in the viltrum empire, and well. . .

“i prefer their mouth.” he admits, arms crossed over his chest.

omni mark can’t help but scoff. “we don’t fight. i get hurt sometimes, and they heal me.”

“you don’t fight? what’s the fun in that? like, seriously. do you guys even fuck??”

“. . . i prefer it when they cry,” omni mark hums, almost prideful with the way he says it.

they’ve all got their own preferences—whether it be them eating you out, making you cry on their dick, or sloppy makeouts—they get healed one way or another.

[swtheartz]

breaking up with mark doesn’t work. he gets so worried about you, he’s so off balance without your presence, he shows up late at night at your window looking like a kicked puppy left in the rain. :( you don’t really have a choice when it comes to him. even if he manages to “accept it,” he shows up months later at your door under the guise of a wellness check. . . the other variants aren’t so nice when it comes to you, though.

[swtheartz]

katsuki’s got an attitude and a mean resting bitch face. except you’re meaner.

as lovely as you can be, katsuki swears up and down you can be crueler. he’s seen you scoff and stare at people in ways that makes him feel bad. for the first time, he’s the one apologizing for your attitude whenever you get mad at someone. (rightfully so. . . sometimes, not so much.)

you’re an absolute bitch when you want to be. and by gods, he respects that shit.

a / n : him gazing lovingly at his angry partner LMFAOOO he tickles me sm i love this dork

[swtheartz]

info : reader is a deity, nsfw, riding, gn!reader and no genitalia for reader is described, soft and sweet this time for you guys

mark grayson and deity!reader who was forgotten and abandoned by humanity and basically lets mark follow them around like a stray puppy. he’s the furthest thing from a threat to you. a hopeless devotee if you’ve ever seen one.

there’s no need to get your hands dirty when he’s there. just focus on your job of keeping the universe in check and he’ll just linger. he’s a little weirdo about it, too. stares at you constantly, asks you so many questions that sometimes you can’t even keep up, and whenever he lingers a little too close to you? his touches last longer. his eyes are fixated on you.

you aren’t exactly unnerved or bothered. hell, you even consider him a nice addition to your long days, and that is both a rarity and luxury in itself. occasionally you indulge him—he always comes back a little tired, a heavy weight on his shoulders. you decide it’s the least you could do. and maybe because you enjoy it.

he’s always so sweet about it. you can’t help yourself. usually a being such as yourself doesn’t bother with things like this, but he is different. you both are.

admittedly, you’re not quite sure what it is. maybe it’s the way he pleads for more. the way he grasps at your hips as you coo at him, telling him to stay still and to relax. the way he looks at you is worshipful. obsessive. loving, even.

it’s almost pathetic. but strangely enough, you find it cute. you’re somewhat glad he has the amount of stamina he does—poor thing can never help himself when it comes to you, either.

a / n : working on a few requests rn but i couldn’t get this thought of my head fjdjdjsj

[swtheartz]

i cant stop thinking about heavyyyy masochist nogogglesvincible like i already know that man LOVES getting slapped and degraded and it just turns him on even more. god i need that freak 🙂‍↕️

oh absolutely. this freak is definitely a switch all the way through. him and his version of reader have a weird relationship that nobody bothers to question. it started out as hate fucking at first, and then it turns into reader being the only one he can get it on with. it’s an unusual attachment, really, like a stray cat latching onto a random stranger and following them around. it’s not sweet. . . but it’s not all hate either. whenever he tops, he likes to admire the scratches left on his shoulders and back in the mirror. when he bottoms, he eggs them on to choke him, bite at him, curse him while his eyes roll into the back of his head at the feeling. he is such a LOSERRR UGH

[swtheartz]

nerd katsuki and his loser of a partner. it’s not like you two aren’t the perfect match—because you are. both of you could talk each other’s ear off if you really wanted, but the two of you also understand how important a comfortable silence can be, and that not every void needs to be filled.

he lets you do his guyliner while explaining a specific math equation to you, or filling you in on what happened in the class you missed.

you’ll sit there and tune your guitar or idly play random chords while he sets up his drums, and sometimes, he just likes to watch you play. katsuki loves nothing more than seeing you comfortable in your own skin.

he’s like your own personal tutor, and you’re the one who brings him back down to earth. there are days where neither of you needs to speak, days where both of you talk too much, or one talks more than the other. it doesn’t matter.

but also. katsuki’s got this pair of glasses that drives you insane, and you’re weird enough to make a little doll that looks like him with little felt glasses to match. so he tells you to make a doll of yourself to go with it and you wear his, while he wears yours.

mhm @lxluvsmoney

[swtheartz]

“sit still,” you hum, applying the blush on mark’s face as you readjust his face to sit in the position you want. he huffs but doesn’t do anything, trying his best to stay in one spot.

this is the closest you’ve ever been near him. sure, he invades your personal space and gets close and personal all of the time, but this is the first time you’ve come so close on your own.

slow, sweet progress. over a year of waiting and the results are worth it. not best friends, but close! and mark likes that. it’s simple. it’s something he enjoys—as much as he does want more, he refuses to rush you. the fact that the two of you have come this far shows that you don’t completely hate him; that’s more than good enough.

“i would put lashes on you. except yours are longer than mine, and i don’t wanna waste anything on your ass.”

“i’m. . . sorry?” mark says hesitantly, confused, about to tilt his head before you correct his position. again.

“stay. still.” you glare at him before finally putting the makeup you’d bought on a whim away.

for a moment, you just stare at him, before shaking your head. “you look like shit even with makeup. there’s no saving you, markus.”

“mark.”

“markus. that’s your name.”

“you know what? fine, whatever.”

connected to this series ఌ

[swtheartz]

“ Show you I’m not movin’! ” — M. Grayson

INFO : Short n sweet drabble with unspecified variants ‘cause this can go for multiple Mark’s ఌ

“Mark,” You murmur, sitting next to him on your bed as his head stays tucked in your lap. Your fingers are tangled in his hair and he barely even stirs, instead letting out a shaky breath against your skin, hands grasping at your waist.

When you repeat his name, he finally looks up. And you smile. Gods, you smile. It’s soft and sweet, faint yet noticeable. He didn’t have to teach himself to notice every little detail of your features. From the slope of your nose to the slightest uptick of your lips, he notices.

It comes naturally.

The two of you stare at each other for a few moments, before you mutter, “You know he was just a classmate. Right?”

Mark sighs. “I know that.”

“Good. You know I’m not going anywhere?”

Slowly, after a moment of quiet, he nods against you. You hum, the feel of his skin on yours soothing both of you. It’s not often that you two get peaceful moments like this—just able to talk to each other.

“I don’t know his name,” it’s a statement and a reassurance all wrapped into one if the gentleness in your voice is anything to go by. “But you can’t threaten every guy that hits on me.”

“I know that.” Mark sits up slightly, one hand moving under your shirt while the other stays on your waist. “But he’s seen us together before. He knew.”

At that, you tilt your head, giving it some thought. It was just a college classmate of yours. You’ve barely acknowledged the guy this entire semester, let alone spoken to him.

“You can’t threaten people. Civilians, anyway. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I know.”

“Okay. Then, just stay the night,” You murmur, tilting his head ever so slightly so that you’re both staring at each other. His expression doesn’t change much, but it softens, and that’s more than enough.

He’s not going anywhere, either.

a / n : i love doing these btw. omni mark is taking over my BRAIN i can’t handle it