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LOVE LANGUAGE 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ♱ ྀིྀ positions , ghostin , baby , 34+35
heyyy how about sinister mark with a masochist partner?
you either enjoy yourself, or suffer constantly when mark inflicts pain. you’ve chosen to accept the new reality, and slowly begin to enjoy when he would flick your head, or manhandle you. mark took notice quickly when you stopped looking at him like he was a monster, and saw pleasure.
“you’re a little freak, ain’t you?” mark got straight to the point.
the knife nearly fell from your grasp, yet you quickly recovered from his sudden comment. you laughed dryly, continuing to make the sandwich mark had quested as you spoke—“where did this come from? certainly you mean how i’m slicing the tomatoes right?” your cutting methods weren’t usual, but you wouldn’t want to immediately assume he meant something sexual, however you’ve should’ve know better since this was mark. he scoffed and leaned against the counter, watching you continue cutting the tomato and setting them against the bread. “so you’re a slut and stupid, good to know.” you set down the knife before walking towards the fridge, skimming around for the lettuce as you spoke confused and slightly offended—“what exactly are you getting at?” you watched as marks lips curled into a snarky smirk, then he took off without another word to answer your question.
mark had a plan, not a good plan, but he had a plan. he figured that because you seem to enjoy when he.. ‘playfully’ leaves marks on you, that you’d be more lenient on having sex. he wants that, you seem to want that, why not gravitate you towards the idea by harassing you while you enjoy your time on the couch? he snickered to himself, finishing up the sandwich you’d made him earlier as he wiped off the crumbs from his lips and began to execute.
“you like this? what about this? aw this one has gotta sting.” mark laughed as he poked your body, leaving deep bruising spots around you. the pain was quick, but the bruises throbbed. you couldn’t let him have the satisfaction of seeing how much he’s ruined you, that you enjoy the pain he inflicts. he continued with his taunting, refusing to give up until you admit you’re true feelings. marks fingers continued to stab into your skin, his sharp nails even cutting the skin slightly to open a tiny wound. you gasped and shoved him off—“mark! look, you made me bleed you psycho!” he leaned against couch as he watched you yell at him for cutting your hip, all the while he watched you lazily. his eyes were half way closed, your movements were slow in his eyes as you continued to scold him for making you bleed. blood play, not in the cards, but he’ll find another way to feed your masochism without making you bleed. it’ll be touch for him, forgetting that you’re way more fragile then he is but he’ll find a way to be less aggressive with his teasing.
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“god i said i was sorry! maybe i should beat your ass next time instead of poking you huh? you want that?!”
a/n: oo my god he’s not a good guy u guys r feeding into his psycho bullshit
How would the mark variants react to being called good boys?👀👀
did this a million times already but—
prisoner!mark , variants , main mark , shiesty!mark , full mask!mark
please make sure to check if i have these fics/blurps out ! don’t mean to sound like a jerk, but ive gotten this rq a lot lol. i’ll be working on a masterlist soon and updating my pinned post
So obvi you’re an ari fan what’s your fav album and song and how excited r u for petal???😜 Personally my fav song and album is Hampstead just barely behind that is ghostin and my fav album is def dangerous woman with thank u, next as a very close second anyways luv your writing boo💖
babe.
positions genuinely changed my life. LMFOAOOOO no i mean that, idk WHY it was hated on so bad. i personally love test drive, six thirty, shut up, my hair, AND OFC POV. however besides those songs, def wicked, eternal sunshine/deluxe brighter days ahead, thank u, next, yours truly, and sweetener.
petal is literally gonna change my life again bro watch, because HTIMYLM ????? hands down the best and is doing AMAZING AFTER ITS DEBUT. i’m a huge stan for her, pissed asf i didn’t get tickets. the worst part is that where i’m at, shes going to be singing from petal because it’ll be released by then. punching the air rn don’t remind me that she sings hampsted and im not there to hear it
Haii! Erm simple request... can u draw Mark butt 👀 Preferably Main Mark, but I'm fine with whatever u do! I just love guys with big juicy butts fr! (///∇///)
LMFAO I POSTED RHAT LESS THEN 2 MINS AGO U STALKER
i’m not trying to forget abt dispatch, but i’m trying to move on from it yk ? i still get rqs for robert, but he’s not someone i want to write for rn so im gonna be more focused on mark ! ^^
i’m not sure if you talk requests but i may i ask for mark with a sensitive/crybaby lover? If you don’t take requests please do ignore this! I love your writing tho!!
hello anon! I'm not confident in doing requests, so no… requests are not open… but here is something for you 🤍 thank you so much for reading
mark grayson with a sensitive lover
cw. praise, crying, overstimulation, cuddling.
mark learns very quickly that you cry when it feels good.
not in a hurt way. never in a hurt way.
it’s always that pretty, overwhelmed kind of crying, where your lashes clump together and your lips part around soft little sounds you try so hard to keep quiet. you get embarrassed every time, turning your face into the pillow or covering your mouth like you can hide from him, like mark doesn’t know every sound you make by heart.
“baby,” he murmurs, voice low against your ear. “don’t hide from me.”
you whimper, fingers gripping at his shoulders. “i can’t help it.”
“i know.” his mouth brushes your cheek, catching the tear there with a kiss. “that’s why i like it.”
that makes you squeeze your eyes shut, your whole body going warm beneath him.
mark groans softly, dropping his forehead to yours. “there you go,” he whispers. “you’re so sensitive, huh?”
you nod before you can stop yourself, breath hitching when his hand slides down your side, slow and possessive, holding your hip like he’s grounding you. keeping you there with him. keeping you from floating too far into all that feeling.
“talk to me,” he says, kissing under your jaw. “too much?”
you shake your head quickly.
his thumb strokes your hip. “baby” he firmly says, dick pushing impossibly deeper when his hips ground into you.
“no,” you breathe. “not too much.”
“good girl.”
the praise hits you worse than anything else.
your eyes fill again, and mark sees it immediately. of course he does. he always does. his expression softens, even though his breathing is rough, even though his hair is messy and his cheeks are flushed and he looks like he’s barely holding himself together.
“oh, sweetheart,” he says, almost teasing. almost fond. “that’s all it takes?”
you cover your face with both hands, mortified. “mark…”
he laughs quietly, but there’s no cruelty in it. only warmth. only affection. he catches your wrists and pulls your hands away, pinning them gently beside your head.
“no, don’t do that.” his mouth finds yours, slow and deep. “let me see you.”
you melt beneath him, helpless to the way he kisses you like he has all the time in the world, like there isn’t a whole city outside that might need saving, like there isn’t anything more important than making sure you feel loved while he has you like this.
every slow roll of his hips makes your breath break.
every murmured “that’s it” makes your thighs tremble.
and mark, unfairly attentive mark, notices exactly what makes you gasp. exactly when your nails dig into his back. exactly when your body starts getting too tense, too overwhelmed, too close.
“you’re doing so well,” he whispers.
your lip trembles.
“mark, please.”
“i’ve got you.” he kisses your forehead, then your nose, then your mouth. “i’ve got you, baby. you can cry. i don’t mind.”
that breaks you a little.
the tears slip down your cheeks before you can stop them, and mark groans like the sight ruins him. his grip tightens just slightly, not enough to hurt, just enough to remind you that he’s there. solid. warm. yours.
“so pretty like this,” he murmurs. “all sweet for me.”
you make a sound that barely resembles his name, clinging to him as the pleasure builds too fast, too hot, too much. your body shakes, and mark slows just enough to keep you with him, his voice soft and steady in your ear.
“breathe for me.”
you try.
“that’s it. good girl.” his lips brush your temple. “you’re okay. i’m right here.”
you come with a sob caught in your throat, your face pressed into his neck, and mark holds you through all of it. he doesn’t stop talking. doesn’t stop kissing you. doesn’t stop telling you how good you are, how pretty you sound, how much he loves feeling you fall apart for him.
after, when you’re limp and warm and trying to hide again, he doesn’t let you get far.
he gathers you into his chest, one hand smoothing over your back while the other cradles the side of your face.
“hey,” he says softly. “look at me.”
you peek up at him, embarrassed and teary.
mark smiles like you’re the best thing he’s ever seen.
“you're so pretty, baby.”
you pout. “i cried again.”
“yeah,” he says, brushing his thumb beneath your eye. “you did.”
“that’s embarrassing.”
“no, it’s not.”
“you’re just saying that.”
“i’m really not.” he kisses you softly. “i like knowing you feel safe enough with me.”
your chest aches at that, tender and full.
mark tucks you under his chin, arms wrapping around you carefully, like he could crush mountains but would rather spend the rest of his life being gentle with you.
“besides,” he adds, voice dipping into something teasing, “you’re cute when you cry.”
you smack his chest weakly.
he laughs and catches your hand, kissing your knuckles.
“mean,” you mumble.
“crazy about you,” he corrects.
and because you’re sensitive, because you’re soft, because mark always knows exactly how to make your heart spill over—you cry a little again.
May I pls request omni mark patching up reader after some dumb shit and he lowkey gets possessive?🌚
whether you’re a cluts, or put yourself in dangerous situations mark always seems to put you back together in the end. not without a scolding, he’ll get through your head some way.
“dumb stuff, that’s all you’re capable of doing, isn’t it?” mark grumbled, his natural angry face seemed genuinely upset the more you stared. his hands moved diligently, with purpose as he continued wrapping the bandages around your ankle—“minor fraction, what could even lead to this outcome? you want to explain, or should i expect silence like the other times this has happen?” the sass in marks tone almost made you laugh at him, but you held it deep inside as you stayed quiet. he scoffed before lifting your arms up, checking to see if you’d express any discomfort. mark continues to investigate any more injuries on your body, you could feel his anger radiating off his biceps. if he wasn’t so upset, you would’ve pulled him in and feel his tender chest against your face, collecting his warmth like it belonged to you.
you were forcefully pulled out of your thoughts, mark snapping his fingers in front of your face. he let out a quick huff, his frustration growing—“you’re not even paying attention. see this is exactly the issue, you don’t pay any mind to what’s going on, then things like this happen.” mark began to ramble, the leader in him began to show as he continued on with his speak about your actions. mark looked so focused, how his nose scrunched up whenever he mentioned your injuries, the way he used his hands to express himself. mark looked so pretty, the right lighting from the window made his eyes look more shiny, while his muscles stretched with every movement he made. everything about him seemed so perfect, like he was made in a laboratory to be a pretty boy, but mark is infact half viltrumite, and it runs in his DNA. you wish you could sneak a picture on your phone and make this your wallpaper, even if he’s furious at you.
the bedroom stood still, little light peaked through the curtains as mark crossed his arms, his back straight as he faced away from you. he doesn’t know a better punishment, he doesn’t want to inflict anything harsher because that would onto worsen your injuries and cause your healing to take longer. you held the tiniest smirk on your face as the pillows he shoved around your body caused heat in certain areas, yet you were content with how the argument had ended. it disclosed by you agreeing to wait for mark to come to you, because mark would rather he get injured then have to patch you up again.
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“stop being so.. stupid!”
a/n: omni mark.. omni mark pls j need u in my life baby j can make all ur pain go away….
what are some romantic thngs mark or nola would say?
—mark sometimes struggles to truly express how he feels, because no amount of words can describe what he feels for you. the things he wants to say are corny, and he doesn’t want you to think he’s just another guy who watches romcom movies, he wants to be seen as a guy who’ll love your every step. the older mark gets, the more he realizes that even if he thinks his thoughts are corny and cringe, they must be said out loud so you’re able to see how sappy he is for you. the years spent together don’t dim, for they grow more bright with each passing day and night with one another.
—nolan is the soul reason as to why mark struggled with expressing his emotions, becaude nolan viewed these feelings as weak and a distraction. what he means to say doesn’t come out of his mouth correctly, resulting in anger or backlash from others, including you. his mustache would curl down, the result of you lashing at him because he didn’t mean to call your existence belittle to his and unnecessary, he was trying to say that you were something that shouldn’t have to exist in this pain filled universe. patience is a virtue that will be needed when dealing with nolan, for now he’ll stick to acts of service rather then words of affirmation. he was always better being a soldier then a lover anyways.
How do you think Mark Main would react to a shy partner with him?
im bias on this one, it would be a cute concept of mark speaking for his shy partner or encouraging them to be more open. there are many different types of shyness, they don’t all specify being silent or nervous, yet mark always thinks you just don’t want to talk to anyone. he’s the meme of eric cartman screaming—“I HAVE ANXIETY.” to people out in public whenever he’s with you, this only causes more attention then he wants.
mark tries his best, and he’ll speak for you if you want him too. trouble asking for help? he’s at your side, and ask for you or figure out the answer himself.
