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markgraysonsoggycumsock just followed me oh my bod🥀🥀😭😭what a name🥀🥀🥀

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aquarium date with leon kennedy?!?@@? babe that’s just tuesday for me lmao i’m so happu he’s the one who showed up and it’s kinda clear who i look at pins of until 3 am…sweats…. i love rhe ryan gosling boquet too weooroodpwepxosk rhank u for the tag !!

no pressure ml !! : @digitald0rk

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imagine mark baking cookies for the both of you. i really like the idea of mark occasionally baking when he has the time to, and you’re always the first one to taste after he’s sure he’s got the recipe right.

“(y/n). i saw that. put that bowl down.”

mark deadpanned, a hand on his apron-wrapped waist and an expectant expression on his face.

you were at mark’s, waiting patiently for his cookies he’s been talking so proudly of that you just had to taste them, according to him. half way through his process of making the cookie dough, however, you took a peak from the couch you sat at to look at mark’s progress on the cookies. and you decided that they didn’t really needed to be baked to eat, right?

after a quick google search on whether cookie dough is safe to eat raw (of which the results you got weren’t really what you wanted to see, so you ignored it anyway), you were off to the kitchen. slowly creeping up onto the counter— trying your absolute best to not alert the viltrumite who was washing a couple of measuring cups and spoons on the sink, to snag just a teeny bit of that delicious cookie dough essence.

you didn’t have a spoon with you however, and it would be much tedious, and gross, if you just scooped it up with your hands.

‘a tiny bit on the spatula wouldn’t suffice too.’ you thoughtfully concluded. so, you took the next best thing: the entire bowl.

now, you were at your current dilemma of submitting to mark’s request of surrendering the bowl, or ignoring it completely and face the consequences. you, obviously, chose the latter.

you hid the bowl behind you, shielding it with your arms.

“i know you took it, babe. give it back!” mark laughed, outstretching a hand. gesturing for you to return it back.

you refused. “how do you know i took it? could’ve been oliver, you know.”

“i saw you sneaking back off to the couch with it in your hands.”

you shrugged your shoulders, continuing on with your facade. “no way. if i did try taking it, which i didn’t, you wouldn’t be able to see me. i’m like a mongoose, you know. i move as fast as the wind like a creature hunting down its prey so you’d never catch me-“

“this mongoose is holding the bowl in broad daylight.” mark pointed out towards the bowl you revealed in the midst of your acting. he then started walking towards you and reached for the bowl which ultimately, you reluctantly gave back. not before giving him a sad and woeful expression, of course.

“if you wanted to eat edible raw cookie dough that bad you could’ve just told me. i’d gladly make that for you instead. i can’t have you contracting salmonella.”mark smiled, making his way back into the kitchen. you huffed in defeat and slumped down on the floor. now, you had no choice but to wait for the cookies in peace, mark hoped.

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YAYAYAYAYAY thank you so much for the tag!!! 🤓☝️

fav color : orange ><

currently reading : look back !!

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last movie : i just rewatched interstellar bc i love that movie sm T-T i literally love anne hathaway on it its like my 5th time rewatching,,

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craving : i’m so down for sum din tai fung rn 💔🥀

tea or coffee : tea, bc lowk i get such bad diarrhea if i drink coffee,,

currently working on : a mark fic titled ‘harvey’ inspired by the song with the same name— harvey by hers!!

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wth i’m almost at 300 u guys r insane?!?!?!?@@?@?@

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you are a godsend for us mark stans 🙌 really keeping the spark alive. can you do do a nsfw piece with mohawk mark being jealous that reader got attention from another guy? or maybe just jealous thinking about her having past boyfriends?

mohawk!mark would totally mock you for crying. he’s such a big bully about it. he tells you you deserve the treatment you’re getting— since you made him jealous. you’ve pleaded and begged and apologized so many times for talking to that damn stupid guy, but it’s like it went through an ear and right back out on the other.

“awww, is someone cwying? wahhhh! wahhhh!”

mohawk!mark’s overall just a real big meanie. in the midst of your crying, he’ll pull his dick out abruptly to leave you empty and whining, and then he’ll slap it on your pussy and spank your ass red until the sting caused by his hands are engraved on your soft skin forever. the soft flesh of your hips are covered in bruises— and yet he’s still giving you the meanest, jealousy-filled thrusts that you’re sure your bed’s already broken without any mercy.

mohawk!mark really gets a kick out of seeing you beg. it’s a different exhilarating feeling from how people would usually kneel down on his feet begging for their lives— he loves it. he loves pressing a hand against your throat just the right way so you’d feel light-headed. his eyes boring into your half-lidded ones. you’re desperately trying to stay in reality but your drifting in and out of consciousness, that stupid guy you talked to could never fuck you as good as he does.

mohawk!mark loves leaving open-mouth kisses, littering hickeys all over your collarbone and til he reaches your tits, sucking and biting them so hard they’ll leave a mark. that’ll ought to show the guy who you belong to. he’s swallowing every cry that spills from your lips, sloppily licking his lips over yours and all that’s running his mind is how perfect you are this way— ruined and pliant under him.

if he’s had enough of your crying, he’ll mush your cheeks together with an annoyed look on his face. clicking his tongue before leaning in closer towards you, pressing his dick further into your drooling glistening cunt, causing you to let out a mewl and another string of incoherent babbling sang out from your pretty lips.

“mmh— o-oh god—“

“quit cryin’. maybe you shouldn't have talked to that worthless piece of shit before bitchin' like a stupid fucking baby.”

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MASTERLIST . . . !

>< mark grayson

sfw !

blurbs

— holding mark's hand mark leaving for a mission , game night with mark , teacher's assistant!mark pining over reader + ii , reader on her period , showing mark weird ahh tiktoks

nsfw !

blurbs

— overstim + pussy-eating , mirror sex , thigh riding + edging

>< other

nsfw !

— mean ahh mohawk!mark

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━ HC superhuman strength in bed? what could go wrong? (18+)

( main!mark grayson x girl!human!reader )

HEADCANON: mark grayson showing off his strength in bed AUTHOR'S NOTE: this is something SOOOO different to what i usually do (write tim bradford fics from 'the rookie') but this idea has been so stuck in my mind i had to write about it! i'm up to the last episode of s3 wish me luck BAHAHA enjoy this headcanon and let me know how i went! am also open to any requests you guys have but just currently for main!mark/invincible please xoxo MDNI FOR THE SAKE OF YOUR OWN INNOCENCE!!

All that's been racing through my mind since watching the series is how strong Mark would be while in bed with you.

It's frightening and arousing just how much control it takes Mark to not physically hurt you when he has the absolute capability to do it. But you both know Mark would never dare to hurt you like that. Sure, his hands are big and strong but he's so careful with you.

Of course, he isn't abusive with his strength where you're left screaming in pain. Hell no, it's the type of strength a girl can only dream of when it comes to being manhandled and put in their place.

Mark, with his rough calloused hands gripping either side of your thighs as he eats you out. His hold on your thighs are too strong you couldn't close them even if you dared to try. In fact, he's so pussywhipped that he'll spread your soft flesh even further apart so he has more access to that pretty pussy, your bedroom light reflecting off the glistening of your juices as he takes a fleeting moment to pull back and admire his work.

And oh, will Mark enjoy every bit of your writhing as he takes nice, long strips from your dripping hole, through your folds and up to your clit where he'll flick and circle your overstimulated clit. Your pants, gasps and moans only fuel his neediness as he continues to eat you out.

"Fuck- Mark! 'S too much!" You moan out, your breath hitching in the process as your grip on your bedsheets tighten.

"You can take it, baby," He murmurs, only to then drag his tongue down from your clit and into your hole, thrusting his tongue deep inside of you as he tongue-fucks you. It's so good, too good that you cum so fucking hard from it.

But Mark isn't one to leave his girl waiting.

Because you won't even have finished orgasming when he pulls away and plunges a finger inside of you, his digit mixing in with the warmth of your walls and your juices that just tried to leak out of you. You'll choke, immediately melting into ecstasy as he makes 'come here' motions with his finger to reach that fleshy part of your g-spot.

The good thing about his strength? He can last for fucking hours. His stamina and endurance is incredible, especially when he's fucking you with his fingers.

Magic hands, they say...

Mark will milk out orgasm after orgasm from you until you're a crying mess. He can be a tease- some days he'll have three fingers inside of you, the next, only one. And you can't get away either, not when one of his hands is holding onto your waist, pushing you into the bed so you can't get away from his abuse on your pussy.

The best part, however, is when he fucks you.

You remember the first time you had sex together; you, naked, sitting on Mark's unclothed lap. And you're giggling while Mark was blabbering about how he was worried he was going to hurt you.

"Oh, Mark, you aren't gonna hurt me," You chuckled, your fingers tracing up to the nape of his neck.

Like walking on eggshells, Mark hovers over your waist as if touching you at all would leave bruises, "But...but what if I do? God, I'll feel so bad!"

And he wouldn't shut up, so, like any woman would do, you leaned down, your lips just grazing his ear as you whispered, "It's okay, I like it rough."

Mark hasn't looked back since that first day.

Especially not now that he can manhandle you in all sorts of different positions to his liking, his cock pounding into you like there's no tomorrow.

The good thing about his strength is you can be as much of a pillow princess as you want- he just does all the work for you.

Pinned up against a wall? Riding him mid-air or as he's carrying you to the bed? He just makes it so easy.

Even while you're riding him, he'll help make the rhythm you've started more rough and deep. He'll lift you up so effortlessly until your pussy is just coating his throbbing tip, and then he'll push you all the way down just in time for his thrust to meet up with you.

You can't help but let your eyes roll to the back of your head.

Mark also loves to fuck you when you're on all fours with your ass up, admiring how his cock fucks into your pussy so perfectly. He can get pretty lost in his strength too, the bed's probably broken, the walls might have cracked, and he's panting and groaning like a fucking animal too.

Beneath him, you're fucking shaking, letting out moans with each matching thrust as he sets a relentless pace, "Mark, please! So good, so- Mmh!" As he pushes your head into your pillows.

"Fuckin' taking it so well, aren't you?" He groans out, his hands gripping your ass so tightly that they'll bruise- along with that red handprint from when he slapped your ass not too long ago, "Gonna- holy shit, gonna cum, baby."

And as he should, it's been three hours since Mark started to begin to foreplay on you. As much as you love a man who can last as long as your boyfriend does, your pussy can't keep up with his superhuman strength.

Mark's empathetic to allows days for you to recover, knowing you won't be able to walk properly for the next few days.

Also, his aftercare is just as good as when he's fucking you senselessly.

Once he notices all the bruises on your thighs, he freaks out. He completely does a 180 in emotions and turns into the most softest boyfriend ever. He'll apologise profusely, pressing loving kisses everywhere on you and cuddle you close until you fall asleep.

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should i actually properly format my fics 😓💔🥀

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love your fics omg please give us more mark cute sexy woof boyfriend and i’ll give you my soul. 🫦

THANKYOY !!! <3 dw i’ve got another one comin!! i just need to write an ending i’m happy with😓💔🥀

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i lowk sharted how do i fuinish this fic can’t i just leave it like this as if i died midway thru writing it💔💔

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FINALS WERE ASS BUT AT LEAST IT’S OVER!!! hahhahsxhxxh ee828273737.77.,₱₱,₱ i crashed out like 3883377433773 times i genuinely hate calculus so much kms kms💔🥀🥀

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showing mark weird tiktoks :P this is really just pure brainrot i can’t takr it anymore it’s all over my fyp 💔🥀gn!reader i rhink and hero reader!! not proofread!!

it was 11:27 pm. you were doing your usual—doomscrolling on tiktok in bed while laying in mark’s arms after beating the shit out of criminals the entire day. it was the only time where you were able to just lay down and do nothing. if you weren’t born with powers, you would have definitely chose to rot in bed all day eating frosted flakes in the same pajamas you wore the previous day as opposed to working your butt off to fight crime. one could only dream

you’re new latest obsessions, of which mark was graciously subjected to never hearing the end of, was those weird ai generated photos of animals mutated with random things and the cute little japanese mouse-like creature—chiikawa. if you weren’t mouthing off about something a weird half-jet plane half-crocodile said, you’d be crying about how cute chiikawa is. or whoever ‘gluttonous king usagi’ is, as mark would say.

“mark. our streak mark. mark our streaks.” you mumbled with your cheek pressed against his chest, eyes still glued onto the screen in your hands.

“why do you keep sending me this rat in a suit who killed john pork? why is his wife having an affair with a pig?”

you giggled, laughing at the silliness of what came out of your boyfriend’s mouth. “tim cheese was a controlling piece of shit. he doesn’t deserve tina! she should’ve left him a long time ago!”

“and he didn’t have to kill john pork…” mark grumbled, scrolling further up to watch the other tiktoks you sent him. making sure to answer each one and keep your streak alive—or he won’t be hearing the end of it.

you rolled away from his grasp to instead press your stomach against him, your face inches away from his. “yeah! he was totally jealous of john pork. i’ll send you another tiktok so you’ll be able to educate yourself better about the ‘tim-cheese-john-pork saga.” you exclaimed, laying your cheek against him once more. the rumbling of his chest that came from his laugh making your heart swell with how soothing it sounded.

mark was really enjoying hearing you ramble about things he doesn’t even understand. hell, he was a geek himself. but if someone were to put you and him in the same room? (please do) it’s a different story. sometimes he doesn’t even get half of what you’re saying because he can’t catch up with internet humor nowadays—not that he has the time to do so. he patiently waited for you to find the video you were looking for, briefly looking at his own phone before he felt you perk up.

“here look! he betrayed john pork! i kinda feel like pengu is in on it… just- just watch the whole thing!”

and he indeed, watch the whole thing. his face was a flurry of emotions the entire time. he was frowning, furrowing his eyebrows, for a second you thought he was gonna throw hands himself. mark was clearly invested.

“i’m so scared for my life right now. what if i actually am next?”

you let out a hearty laughter, rolling away from mark and onto your back. he had the same reaction as you did the first time you watched the tim cheese lore video. and he even had the same look on his face when tim shot john pork’s head off clean.

“baby this is no laughing matter. who even made this? what beef do they have with john pork? i mean he clearly had pork you know.”

you continued on laughing, the absurdity of the entire conversation further fueling the fire and mark was suppressing his own laughter, determined to be the mature one between the two of you. mark shook his head. dismissing the tiktok that was still playing in the background as he watched you cradle your heaving chest while quiet giggles continued on under your breath.

“alright.” you deadpanned, “it’s no longer funny. i’m over it.” you sat upright, a faux stoic expression on your face and you looked mark right in the eyes— slowly getting back into the position you were once in.

mark shook his head in agreement, placing a hand on your back and rubbing circles on the area as he lifted his phone again to open tiktok. his attention still subtly on you. “yeah, you’re right.” he remarked.

“but what if… pengu actually framed tim cheese and he killed john pork? food for thought, (y/n). food for thought.”

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thigh riding , crying , edging (giggles)

riding sinister!mark’s thigh bro ts kinda bubonic im so sorry

imagine sinister!mark’s iron grip on your hips, your cute cute pussy perched between his burly thighs, your slick coating the fabric on his leg that’s stuck in between his skin against your drenched hole, and he’s rocking you as if he was the one getting pleasure off of it.

for the past hour of what felt like torture to you, his one goal was to get you crying hard enough so he’d be able to taste your sweet sweet tears and watch your pretty pretty face contort in pleasure— he’s having such a fun time watching you struggle to keep yourself together under his grasp.

“c’mon. make yourself cum faster. you’re taking too long.”

regardless of his complaints, he’s rocking you harder himself to the point where your mind just blanks out of sheer ecstasy. and he’s especially so mean—licking and sucking and biting on every skin of your neck till the flesh between his lips turn purple and every time you’d whine and beg for him to let you cum, it’s like you were talking to a wall. he’d have this stupid grin on his lips as he denies you that sweet sweet release you’re so desperate for. it infuriates you so much.

“can i cu- cum- please? ‘mm so—“

“you’ll cum when i say you can.”

you shook your head, tears pooling in your eyes and your fingers dug harder into his shoulder, toes curling in hopes you’d be able to hold off from cumming a bit longer, “but please— mark please—“

“hold it.”

you couldn’t, it was so hard to keep it in. you cried out as you felt liquid gush out if your weeping hole, hidding your face in the crook of his neck as a trail of apologies left your lips— your cum dripping down on mark’s thigh. mark’s tongue clicked and his hands gripped your hips once more. your legs trembled when you realized what he was doing.your crying grew louder— he continued, he didn’t stop rocking your hips, and the overstimulation was slowly getting too much for you to handle.

“fine. you wanted to cum so bad, right? now you’re gonna cum until i tell you to stop.”

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i’ve got finals rhis week!! which means i’ll be gone for a few days!! i pinky promise i’ll post a bunch of fics after i’m done, love u!!

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my nunu just did backflips

Tags: [mlw][mdni][aged up][attempted breakup][fingering][no penetration][squirting][female orgasm][established relationship][semi public][tester][to that anon who said they feel like a widow, i hope you enjoy it][finger sucking][implied face fuck][pussy sucking][oral (f! receiving)]

"I wanna break up."

"No you don't."

Rex dismisses you easily, hands readjusting the grip on the weight he holds just above his chest, continuing to lift and lower.

Maybe you should've picked a better time.

Like a time when you're not forced to watch sweat trickle down the delves of his carved muscles, when he's not grunting quiet numbers out and when his bun is perfctly tight, instead of being as lazy as it is now. But you're already here and you shift your weight from foot to foot, gaze lowered to where your sneakers scuff at the foam padded floor.

"Yes I do." You interject, taking another step closer and you watch as Rex's brows crease into a frown, before he carefully sets the weights back into place, and you catch a glance towards the bar.

Holy fuck, its your bodyweight on each side.

Rex sits up, elbows braced on his knees and the muscles of his thighs stretch and bunch beneath his shorts, and he leans forward, slumped. Gingery strands fall over his brows, and he doesn't bother to push the hair back, simply staring at you from beneath furrowed brows.

"Why?" Rex questions. "I didn't cheat this time."

"The fact that you feel the need to add 'this time', is incredibly alarming. And secondly, cheating isn't the only thing that leads to relationships ending." You state and you take steps towards Rex, before planting yourself on the spot next to him, your hand moving to rest on his knee, manicured nails tracing along one of the scars there, feeling the smooth, pink scar tissue beneath the pad of your finger.

"Well, I wouldn't know." Rex shrugs. "All of my relationships end because I cheated which, by the way, I'm not doing."

"This one isn't ending because you cheat—" "Because this one isn't ending."

Rex interrupts you unapologetically, dipping his head just enough to press a lingering kiss on your cheek, before resting back on the bench, muscular hands wrapping around the gripping spots of the bar. And he lowers it back down to his chest, and you get to watch the muscles ripple beneath his tawny skin.

"Rex—"

"Babe." His voice is stern, watching you from the corner of his narrowing eyes. "I didn't cheat, I didn't forget your birthday because it's on my homescreen and I'm not—"

Rex takes a breath, emerald pools fluttering shut and his nostrils flare just a moment as he tries to centre himself.

"Why do you wanna break up?" Rex questions, his voice even.

"I just...—" You purse your lips. "—I don't think you're serious about us, which is fine, per say but—"

"You're full of shit." Rex interrupts, letting out a heavy breath before setting the weight back. "How the fuck am I not serious?"

And you run your tongue along the top row of your teeth, before looking towards Rex. His eyes are just a bit darker, olive tones hidden beneath the iris in shades of annoyance. And you let out a heavy breath.

"Lower your tone."

"Yes, ma'am."

You watch the way his lips quirk, full lips curving into a grin that has his tongue resting at his canine, eyes glancing over you so... Inappropriately.

"We're breaking up, don't be weird." You huff, arms folding across your chest and Rex hums so sweetly, tossing a muscular and heavy arm over your shoulders, the scent of musky sweat and cologne fills your nose.

"We're not breaking up." Rex stares at you, head tilting and a playful smile playing on his lips, dimples deepening in his cheeks.

"I'm gonna let you talk about your feelings, and I'm gonna respect your feelings. And I'm gonna take your constructive criticism to heart, before I make you feel better." Rex lists out his words very sweetly, sweaty fingers readjusting the pretty pendant around your neck, readjusting to hide the clasp at the nape of your neck, the pendant just above the valley of your breasts.

And you let out a scoff.

"That's not what's gonna happen."

🦋𓈒⋆⑅˚₊୨🏵️୧₊˚⑅⋆𓈒🦋

That's exactly what happened.

Rex keeps your thighs spread obscenely wide, full lips wrapped around your clit and giving your gentle little sucks, juniper pools locked on the way your face screws up. Brows knitting and lips parting into that pretty and pouty 'o' shape.

Slick trickles down his chin, soaking the neckline of his snowy compression shirt, thumbs tracing circles into the supple flesh of your inner thighs.

He spreads your folds delicately, broad tongue gathering the sweet slick before he spits it back at your clit, the swollen nub peeking out between velvety curtains and Rex groans softly.

"S'fuckin' wet, baby." Rex croons, brows pinching into a delighted frown as he drags his tongue through all the crevices he finds, lapping at your cunt with needy abandon.

"Tell me about your feelings." He whispers softly. "...m'payin' attention."

"I feel... ah-uhm... I feel —so good—.." Your toes curl, your nails digging into the bench beneath you, the leathes creeking beneath you as slick makes the fabric so shiny.

And Rex groans.

"Mhm, tell me more."

He goads you, one forearm tucked in the crook behind your knees, keeping your thighs pushed to your chest as his free hand palms and paws at your fleshy thighs.

And thick fingers push into your gooey cunt, and you let out a high pitched sound.

"You gonna come?" Rex coos, eyes locked on your glossy cunt, puffy lips wrapped around his pumping fingers, calloused pads pressing against that spongy spot that makes your head tipped back, stars dotting the backs of your eyelids and your toes curl and flex.

Rex can feel the spasm of you around his fingers, the squelchy sounds ring out in the quietness of the gym, only accompanied by panted breaths and your whimpers.

"Uh—...mmmf ..— uh huh." You whine meekly and Rex coos.

He feels your walls flutter, cunt leaking copious amounts of slick, pooling below you.

And he begins to fuck his fingers into you with abandon.

And your mind melts with how his fingers poke, prod and pound into that sensitive patch of nerves and you're coming around his fingers.

And you're not stopping.

"Tell me what I wanna hear, princess, tell me, baby." Rex huffs, moving to sit right behind your head, guiding your head to rest against his crotch, thickly corded thighs one either side of your head. Muscles flexing and his hard, leaking cock pressing against the elegant slope of your neck.

The heel of his palm grinds against your oversensitive clit, ringed pointer and pinky pointed downwards and two fingers fuck you with abandon. The squelch is lewd and the sound of your blood rushing fills your ears.

"I— fuck, Rex— I- 'm full of shit. 'm so full of it." You whine, nails digging and leaving scratches along the carved muscle of his thighs.

"I'm full of shit and-and-and—!"

Your toes curl when that wire in your belly snaps, Rex's hand moves to cover your mouth, stifling the scream that rips from your throat, a surge of slick soaking his palm.

And your body goes limp.

And Rex's hand rubs over your cunt, spreading the glossy sheen acoss your flushed and puffy lips.

"You still wanna break up?"

"....no."

Your voice is meek, lashes fluttering and eyes teary as Rex trails his fingers along your pulsing slit, before pushing three fingers into you. Your belly dips inward and your brain turns to mush when he starts dragging his fingers along your walls in deep, slow strokes. And you feel the way his hand pulls away, lipgloss spread on his palm and he pushes two fingers into your mouth, watching the way your lips wrap around his fingers.

Your sounds are muffled, panted breaths leaving your nose and your eyes begin to tear as you look up at him through your lashes, pupils blown wide and cunt quivering.

"You gonna say you're sorry for hurting my feelings?" Rex speaks so softly, thumb brushing along the softness of your cheek and you nod your head, feeling as he shifts off the edge, gently tugging you towards the edge.

He guides you until your head's upside down, your head hanging off the edge.

"Don't be a fucking asshole and use your teeth like last time."

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mark grayson: “you kept it?—“

— contents: teacher’s assistant!mark pining over f!reader — from the author: HERES PART TWO!!! i hope u guys enjoy!!

“finally.”

you crossed your arms against your chest. a happy and content smile spread across your lips upon admiring the new grade your research paper received—an A+. though it would've been better if you had gotten the grade straight away instead of having to run to mr. wilson like a little kid, it was needed to be done since you had shit-brains as your professor's assistant.

mark always seemed to find a way to piss you off. whether it be writing stupid nonsense on the corner of your paper, calling your name out loud when you come to class late, or even giving your paper low grades. he’s a pain in the ass.

“an A! i thought you got a B on this one?” your friend remarked and flipped a page of your research paper, “i only got a C on mine! but it’s better than nothing.” they stared at your paper in shock, reading in between the lines as they examined your work.

you huffed, “i was originally given that grade because mark couldn’t do anything right.” you rolled your eyes, “i had to talk to the professor.”

your friend hummed and grabbed your bag to further rummage through your stuff. it’s been an hour since you first came in to the library. it was quite empty today, as the majority of students are either attending class or participating at the event your university had for the week—so it was the perfect time to compile the notes that you got from the lecture in peace.

from your tote, your friend pulled out a notebook, which held the majority of what information you could jot down if you didn’t bring your ipad with you, and started to flip the pages aimlessly. they looked at a few sticky notes that were stuck on the corner or bottom of each paper that stood out to them, remarking with each one that there wasn’t anything interesting about them, obviously. but you let them do their thing and mess up whatever orderliness you had over your stuff. out of the corner of your eye you saw them stop at a random page that caused them to raise their eyebrows, but you figured it was because of how much you write down on a single piece of paper. you can get carried away sometimes.

suddenly, you saw them perk up on one particular sticky note: the one mark stuck onto your test paper that you decided to keep for some reason. on it wrote ‘good work.’ with a smiley face. you remember the way it made your stomach twist and turn when you first read it, and you couldn’t quite point out what made you feel that way. maybe it was the burning rage you had from him beating you at getting the job first.

“what’s this? good work? a smiley face? when did he give this to you?” they held the notebook in their hand closer to their face and raised an eyebrow exaggeratedly before giving you a pointed look. “what’s the meaning of this, huh? i thought you two hated each other.”

you gave them a sheepish smile in return, desperately racking your head for a plausible answer as to why you kept his sticky note. “i don’t know, i guess i… i liked the wording…? of it..?”

“the wording? i know you could do better than that.”

before you could give another pathetic explanation and further dig a hole for yourself, your friend closed the notebook and gave you a mischievous smile—allowing you to breathe out a sigh of relief.

“i gotta go, i’ve got ecology in ten. i’ll see you after?”

you nodded, picking up the scattered pens and textbooks on your table. “yeah, see you.”

you heard as their footsteps grew farther away from you and all that’s left was your thoughts and the notebook with mark’s note on it, sprawled out in front of you. you stared at it for a good 5 minutes before slumping your head on to the table, crossing your arms and cradling your head into it. why did you keep the note? you never really gave it much thought since at the time it didn’t really mean anything else other than the fact that you felt something. you felt your heart flutter and your stomach do backflips. you shook your head in frustration and closed your eyes, hoping all your problems would wash away the moment you wake up.

but before you could even calm the whirlwind of thoughts that filled each corner of your brain, you heard a voice from somewhere in front of you. his voice.

“you kept it?”

you jolted from your position to look at where the voice came from, and it came from none other than mark. you could feel your face turn beet red after the realization hit you that he could’ve, and he most likely did, heard everything that transpired between you and your friend. you stared at his face in search for any trace of disgust or hatred, but instead he looked at you—with an emotion you could only describe as fondness. mark was looking at you in fondness.

‘what?’

“yeah. i- i did. i did keep it.” you furrowed your eyebrows to feign disdain and contempt. but you knew mark could see right through all of it.

“i thought you hated me?”

“i do! what made you think otherwise? i should’ve gotten your job, and i’m nowhere near stopping from stealing that position from you.”

you saw mark’s face change into one of surprise, his previous look of love was now replaced with a speechless expression. “you- were mad at me because i’m mr. wilson’s assistant?”

you squinted your eyes in confusion, “what else did you think i was ‘mad’ at you for?”

mark scratched the back of his neck, turning his head to the side briefly before looking at you again once more. you could see the faint tint of red on his cheeks as his lips opened, “did you even bother to look through the entire notebook?”

“no. why would i do that?”

“just do it for me, would you?” you gave mark a scoff before flipping the pages mindlessly, not sure of what you would get out of doing what he asked.

to your shock, a single piece of light blue paper flew from one of the pages. you picked it up from where it landed and read it with curiosity. the words ‘would like to go on a date with me?’ were scrawled haphazardly with another smiley face and you could feel your own cheeks heat up.

“i thought you were mad at me because i asked you out. so i figured i’d just- you know, return the favor? and get mad at you back?”

you held your hands out in defense, “i didn’t even know this was here! why even put it here in the first place?”

“i was afraid to ask your friend for your number so, this was the only thing i could think of at the time.” mark's cheeks were completely colored a red hue that mirrored your own, and he was using all of his strength to refrain himself from pouring everything he's been keeping in the confines of his heart out towards you.

you stared at the tiny piece of paper thoughtfully, shifting your gaze onto mark every now and then.

“so-" mark started, "you don’t really need to answer that…anymore. it’s alright-“

“yes.”

“what?”

a soft smile spread across your lips. you returned the tender look mark gave you earlier, and contrary to how you’d normally stare at him—which was with hatred, you gave him the sweetest smile he’s ever seen from you. “let’s go on a date.”

“what- really? i mean, really? oh shit. you want to go on a date with me?”

“yes mark. i want to go on a date with you. in exchange for your job as mr. wilson’s assistant.”

he hurriedly ran closer to you to sit adjacent to where you sat at your table, an excited glint present in his eyes, “yeah! sure whatever! whatever you want-“

“i’m just kidding.” you giggled, resting your chin on your hand before staring at mark with an eager look of your own. “you’re so lame.”

@ toshn, pls do not steal or ur cheeks will!! be clapped.