can i request something fluff about being mark grayson’s crush??
being mark grayson's crush!
mark grayson is not subtle in the slightest when he has a crush. no matter how well he thinks he hides it, you're always able to tell.
he's so whipped for you it's pathetic, he'd do absolutely anything for you, even though you're not dating. he thinks maybe doing favors for you and making you happy will make you want him, but he also does things for you simply because he loves to see you smile :')
he buys you gifts randomly, pays for any outing you guys have, and sends you daily texts like "i hope you have a good day! :)" or "this made me think of you!" with a picture of a comic he found (which he will definetly buy for you), he never lets you lift a finger when you're with him!
his constant willingness to make you happy perform tasks for you is one of the ways you found out he was totally whipped for you. he's just too friendly, too attentive, you had to have caught on eventually.
another way you notice his little crush is in the way he behaves when he's near you. he's tripping over his words frequently, but it's only because you're looking at him all pretty like that! his face is flushed a rosy pink and his heart is fluttering a frantic rhythm every time you give him a friendly hug, or whenever your hand lingers for too long on his bicep.
he makes it impossible not to tell, because this man has a baddd staring problem. and he'll get so embarrassed when you catch him staring too. you could be talking to someone else in front of him and he'll be zoned out on your face, memorizing your features for the hundredth time, only snapping out of it when you say his name. he loves the way his name sounds on your tongue :3
you've come to him in the past for your relationships struggles, and he'd always been so understanding, comforting you and giving you advice to the best of his ability. but there was no way to ignore the heartbreak in his eyes when you talked about your partners. whole time he's just thinking about how much better he could treat you, how much happier you would be if he was your boyfriend! he just wants to see you happy :(
but, of course, being the shy boy he is, he never confesses his feelings to you. why do that when he can just act like your boyfriend? he's avoiding the pain of rejection and possibly ruining your friendship, is what he tells himself.
of course there are some boundaries that separate being a friend and a partner. he wishes every day he could hold you and kiss you the way he wants to, the way he needs to. he wishes he could have you all to himself alllll the time!
for now he'll just be at your every beck and call and pray that someday you grace him with the love he craves oh so badly!
a/n: oh em gee this is my first request!! O_o TYSM!!! i tried my best :)) he is just so cutie i love him
Imagining Mark trying to work out one day (he’s gotta ward away the dad bod somehow, he needs to maintain a certain look for his hero suit!) but keeps getting interrupted bc three year old Theo keeps furiously waddling in his way, trying to chase nine year old Leo down after he keeps teasing him then running away so Mark just snatches them up and starts using both of them as his weights instead
You can tell i’m somehow already missing the baby phase even though we’ve gotten plenty of babLeo and Theo content in the last fic 💔 but i’m so excited to see this story unfold!! You’ve genuinely become one of the only ao3 writers i keep up with tbh! 😭
I completely understand what you mean, even though I love Teen!Leo and Child!Theo, I still have moments where I think how cute baby Leo was, how cute toddler Theo would be and it makes me want to write more about them at those little ages!
Thank you so much!! I am so glad that you're enjoying, I'm really excited for people to see where this story goes and I hope that you continue to enjoy!
Working out with a toddler and a young child was hard work, but Mark had a certain.. look he had to upkeep. He couldn't fit in his suit if he had a gut.
So, Mark was in the living room, attempting to do push-ups while the boys were somewhere down the hall.
Suddenly, he heard it.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
He paused mid push-up and glanced toward the hallway.
Nothing.
Mark narrowed his eyes in suspicion when he saw a blur shot past the doorway.
Leo was laughing hysterically. "Dad! Theo's trying to bite me!"
"I NOT!" Theo's little voice called from farther down the hall,
A second, much angrier blur went past him. Theo waddled after his brother at top speed, little arms pumping furiously.
"COME BACK!"
Leo grinned. "No!"
Mark closed his eyes.
There went the peaceful workout.
He lowered himself back into another push-up.
One. Two. Three -
"MY DINO!" Theo screamed.
"It's not your dino!"
"MY DINO!"
"It was on the couch!"
"MYYYYY DINO!"
Mark sighed. He managed another set.
Four. Five. Five and a half.. Six-
Tiny feet thundered past again.
Leo practically flew around the corner.
"Leo!" Theo whined.
"Can't catch me!"
Theo let out an outraged toddler gasp and charged after him.
Mark watched them disappear. "...Good luck, buddy." He murmured under his breath.
He somehow managed another set before Leo came sprinting back through.
"Hey Dad."
"Leo."
"I'm winning."
"Congratulations." Mark said with a small sigh leaving his lips.
Leo grinned and ran off again.
A moment later Theo appeared. He stopped when he saw Mark.
His attention span immediately abandoning the chase.
"Daddy."
"Hey, buddy."
Theo looked around in confusion. "...Leo?"
Mark pointed down the hallway.
Theo gasped dramatically. "THERE." Then he charged after his brother again.
Mark got through exactly seven more push-ups before Leo came running through the room once more.
This time Theo was gaining.
The toddler launched himself forward and he missed completely. He face planted into the carpet, letting out a small 'ufh' when he landed.
Mark and Leo both froze. Mark was already cringing, expecting Theo to burst out sobbing.
Theo slowly lifted his head, rubbing his face and stared around. For a moment, he found a random cheerio on the ground and popped it into his mouth.
"Ew." Leo murmured.
Theo looked up from the ground and blinked. "...Leo?" He blinked, if he'd completely forgotten what he'd been doing.
Leo began to laugh uncontrollably. "Dad, he hit his head so hard he literally reset!" Leo laughed.
Theo immediately remembered what he was doing when he saw Leo. His eyes narrowed. "LEO." And off he went again.
Mark finally decided he'd had enough.
The next time Leo ran by, Mark reached out and casually snatched him out of the air.
"HEY!" Leo whined.
Then Theo came barreling around the corner.
Mark grabbed him too.
Theo immediately pointed at Leo. "Bad."
Leo gasped. "What?! I did nothing!"
"Bad Leo."
"I didn't do anything!"
"Bad."
"Dad!"
"The jury has spoken," Mark said.
Theo nodded. Then immediately got distracted by Mark's shirt. "Ooo." He paused, then he poked Mark's chest, then his nose, then grabbed both of Mark’s cheeks. "Daddy."
"Yes?"
"Up."
"You are up."
Theo looked down towards the ground then back at Mark and gave him that wide smile. "More up.".
That gave Mark an idea.
A terrible idea that you wouldn’t approve of, but that meant it would be the best idea.
"You two interrupted my workout." Mark declared.
Leo immediately looked suspicious. "Dad..." He said slowly.
Mark grinned. "Oh yeah."
Before either boy could protest, Mark dropped onto his back and lifted both of them into the air.
Theo squealed in delight, so loudly that it nearly shattered Mark’s eardrums and Leo covered his ears.
"WHOOOA!" Theo squealed.
Mark lowered them. Then lifted them again.
Theo laughed so hard he almost hiccupped.
"GAIN!"
"Again?"
"GAIN!"
Up they went.
"GAIN!"
And again.
"GAIN!"
And again.
"I'm creating a monster," Mark muttered.
Leo was laughing too now. "Dad, we're not weights." Leo said as if Mark actually didn’t know that.
"Could've fooled me."
Theo was giggling like crazy as he looked towards Mark again. "Daddy." He started seriously.
"What?" Mark questioned.
"Fly."
"No." Mark said, shaking his head.
"Fly." He said even more firmly than before.
"We're inside." Mark pointed out.
"Fly."
"No."
Theo frowned slightly then looked towards Leo.
"Leo fly."
Leo immediately lit up as he wiggled out of Mark’s grip. "Yeah, I can do that."
Before he could move, Mark grabbed him and pulled him back down. "No flying in the house."
"Aww."
Theo nodded sadly. "No fly." He stared at nothing for a before he pointed upward. "Fly."
"You just agreed with me." Mark frowned.
"Fly." Theo demanded, but Mark didn’t give in.
Mark continued to use Theo and Leo as weights for a bit longer.
Honestly? This workout was harder than lifting cars.
Cars didn't wiggle. Cars didn't scream. Cars didn't try to put their fingers in your eyes.
When you got home, you saw Mark, who was flat on his back.
"Workout going well?" you asked with a smirk.
Mark stared at the ceiling as if this was the worst thing in the world. "I used to bench press cars."
"Mhm."
"I fought and won against Conquest."
"Uh huh."
"I've survived being thrown into mountains and buildings."
You nodded. "Sounds impressive." You said with a small smirk.
Mark weakly pointed at the children. "They're stronger."
Theo immediately jumped onto Mark’s stomach when he heard that. "Strong!" Theo squealed.
The force of it nearly knocked the air out of Mark, he held his stomach for a moment before he groaned.
Leo burst out laughing at that, as if seeing Mark hurt was so funny while Mark playfully glared at him.
But, hearing the laughter made Mark grin slightly.
The dad bod could wait.
For now, he had two boys using him as furniture.. And maybe a trampoline as well.
No triggers other than you being drunk lol. Just some good ole' fluff. William is also a bit of a (loving) hater.
William had been dreading this all week.
Not because he didn't trust you.
Well... that wasn't it. Not exactly.
It was more that he had spent the last year watching you and Mark become so disgustingly, painfully, nauseatingly in love that he'd developed a permanent eye twitch.
The two of you held hands everywhere.
You shared food and fed Mark like he was a baby.
You wore each other's clothes.. which brought up a very strange convo when Mark ended up accidentally wearing something of yours to class one day.
You had matching phone wallpapers.
It was revolting to William.
"Just so we're clear," William said as the two of you walked down the street towards the house party that William had so kindly invited you too. "No drinking too much."
"I won't." You nodded.
"No accepting drinks from strangers."
"I won't."
"No wandering off."
You gasped dramatically. "William."
"Yes?"
"You wound me."
William narrowed his eyes. "You once got distracted by a weird looking bug and followed it into traffic."
"That happened one time."
"It happened three times."
You scoffed. If William had seen the bugs, then he would have followed it too!
William groaned.
The only reason he'd agreed to bring you without Mark was because Mark had been called away for hero stuff.
Apparently weird space attacks didn't care about social schedules.
Unfortunately.
Because William would have preferred if Mark came. Mostly because then you became Mark's responsibility.
Instead, you were his... Which was somehow worse.
It wasn't that William didn't like you. Far from it. William adored you, regardless of how disgusting you and Mark were together. But you were a handful sometimes.. and William didn't feel like dealing with sulking Mark if anything happened.
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
Three hours later.
William was regretting every decision he'd ever made. From being born to now.
"Where's [Name]?" he asked literally everyone as he traveled down the party.
He had lost you when you had proclaimed you were running to the bathroom.. never to return to him.
Nobody knew where you were. No one even knew who you really were.
Fantastic. Wonderful.
He was going to get murdered by Invincible.
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
Elsewhere, Mark finally arrived to the party. The emergency had turned out to be much easier to deal with than he had expected and he had your phone location so he knew you were still here.
When he had landed nearby and jogged his way to the party, he couldn't stop the smile on his face.
You had no idea he was coming. He'd wanted to surprise you. Maybe steal a few minutes together. Maybe walk you back to your dorm.
Maybe-
A body slammed into him, catching him completely off guard.
"MARK!"
Mark barely caught himself. His arms wrapped around whoever or whatever hit him out of instinct so they didn't fall together.
His eyes looked down and it was you.. and you?
Well.. You were very obviously drunk.
Not blackout drunk. Not falling-over drunk... yet.
But definitely drunk.
Your eyes lit up like Christmas morning. "YOU'RE HERE."
Mark blinked. "...Hi."
You threw your arms around his neck, nearly knocking you both over. "Oh my God!" You squealed as if you hadn't just seen him a few hours ago.
Mark laughed nervously. "Okay."
"No, listen." You grabbed both sides of his face, staring at him very importantly. "This is important."
Mark immediately became concerned. "What?"
"You are...."
"What?"
"So..."
You squinted at him.
"So pretty."
Mark stared at you.
You nodded at him. "Pretty."
His face immediately turned red. "Oh."
"Very pretty."
"Thanks."
"You have nice eyelashes that I am jealous of."
Mark looked more red than a tomato. "[Name]"
"And your hair." You reached up, starting to mess with it gently. "Soft."
"You've had alcohol." Mark said quickly.
"You have freckles."
"I do not. That's dirt from my fighting earlier."
"You do."
"I don't."
You squinted harder, then nodded. "Okay, You're right.. that's dirt."
"Thank you for agreeing finally." Mark teased, pretending to sound exhausted.
"But you're still cute."
Mark covered his face. "Oh my God."
It got worse. Much worse.
Because drunk you apparently had absolutely no filter when it came to your love for Mark.
William finally found you twenty minutes later... Only to discover you sitting on Mark's lap. In the middle of the couch.
Holding his face. Again.
"Your eyes are so brown."
Mark looked like he was literally being held hostage right now.
"They're not that brown."
"They are."
"They're really not."
"They are, like beautiful.. coconuts? No.. like.. Topaz! That's what I meant!"
Mark sighed. "Thanks, babe."
You immediately kissed his nose.
William made a noise of genuine suffering. Like seeing this was the most disgusting thing he had ever witnessed in his entire life. "Oh, come on."
Neither of you heard him.
"You're my favorite person," you informed Mark.
Mark’s eyes lit up right away when you said that.
William gagged at the sight.
"You hear that?" Mark asked smugly.
"Shut up." William hissed.
"Favorite person, William. You were kicked out of first place."
"I was never in first place." William said, rolling his eyes.
You had finally looked over your shoulder and towards William. "Oh hi William."
"Hi." He frowned.
"You look upset." You blinked, clearly confused.
"I wonder why." William remarked sarcastically to you.
You thought about it for a moment, head hazy and memory fuzzy. So, you went with the only logical thing in your mind right now. You pointed towards Mark, who blinked. "Because he's too handsome and it's just not fair?" You asked.
"Nope." That was the last straw, William turned.
"William-"
"Nope."
"William wa-"
"I'm leaving."
"William!"
"You two deserve each other.. Disgusting. I need something more to drink because of you two."
Then he walked away.
Because there was only so much disgustingly cute stuff he could take when he was helplessly single right now.
A little while later, Mark finally managed to convince you to leave.
The second the cold air hit your face, you leaned against him.
"Mark?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
Mark smiled softly at you. "I love you too."
"No." You shook your head towards him. "I mean like… Like a lot."
Mark laughed. "Good."
"No, listen." You frowned as if Mark wasn’t understanding.
"I'm listening."
"If you were a worm..."
"Oh no. Not this again." Mark murmured.
"...I'd still date you."
"That's your standard?" Mark teased.
"It's a very high standard. Would YOU date worm me?" You asked him with a small frown like he was offending you.
"Obviously." Mark scoffed before he smirked at you slightly. "You are ridiculous. I'd date you if you were a worm, frog, or a ghost."
"Yay, you're so sweet!" You said happily, clearly pleased with his response.
"Mm, and you're drunk."
"Mhm."
"And adorable."
"Mhm."
Mark kissed the top of your head as he pulled you closer to him.
You immediately snuggled against him.
And as he walked you home, Mark couldn't stop smiling.
Because sure, sober you was sweet.
But drunk you apparently thought he was the most attractive person on the planet.
And honestly? He was going to gloat about this the rest of his life and certainly tease you when you sobered up in the morning.
mark ... w a physically affectionate reader ... they love holding him , blowing him kisses from afar in the most dramatic way possible, holding his waist when walking or standing behind him , sitting on his lap etc .. theyre GLUED to mark i fear 🙂↕️
stuck like glue
“Don’t pull out yet…” You sniffle softly, turning your head to try and peak at him. “Hm?” Mark hums, blinking stupidly. You wriggle a bit on his lap, he hisses quietly, “I said don’t pull out yet, wanna be close still.” Mark sighs, but holds your hips to keep you still, his dick can’t handle you wriggling around.
He slumps forward, his cheek against your clothed back, the two of you had been impatient. Life can get in the way of sex, you thought with Mark in a dorm you’d be able to fuck 24/7 but alas… between his superhero shenanigans, classes, william being around… it was pretty difficult to get his cute girlfriend bent over and fully naked.
So in the midst of attempting to study it went from your sweet mewls for a hug… then a kiss… reassurance that he still sees you as the apple of his eye… his dick just sort of ended up in you… Mark can’t help but find your need to stick to him kind of hot. So hot that your shirt never even came off, and he just kind of grabbed his dick through the fly of his boxers… sue him. It’s not like your pussy minded, still slick and leaking against his balls.
“You okay? Too much?” Mark contemplates pulling out hearing you sniffle. He stops when you shake your head, “I’m okay, just wanna be close to you.”
“Baby… my dick is still inside, how much closer could we be?” Mark doesn’t mean to be crude, but he’s realized it’s best to be honest with you. “Sorry…” you mutter leaning forward on his desk, the surface is cool against your clammy skin. “No sorries, you just missed me didn’t you.” He teases only a little, his hands going from your hips to rub your stomach, it’s almost uncomfortably hot, he shudders when you tighten around him, the attention is welcomed. “I did… you’ve been really busy… thought you forgot about me..”
Mark doesn’t think he could forget about you even if he got thrown to a different planet, pussy this good gets a guy whipped fast, he’s at your beck and call. “How could I forget about someone as perfect as you?” Mark twitches inside you, fuck he’s so easy, brushing your hair over your shoulder to mouth at your nape. “Was in a fucking coma and I couldn’t forget about you.” He sighs, eyes almost rolling back as he gently adjusts you forward, taking a little peak to see your labia spread around him, the creamy mess making every slick noise audible.
“Mark— don’t joke about that.” You sigh, lulling forwards, his strong arms wrap around you. Maybe you did it on purpose, just to feel his strong biceps tense around you.
“‘s true though, shit—” Mark shudders, his hand snakes down past your navel, slowing his thrusts to gather slick and drag it up, parting your folds to rub your clit. There is no way he’s gonna come before you…again. You hiccup, between the first orgasm and the duel sensation you arent far off. “Still sensitive?”
“Mmph yeah.”
“Me too.” Mark gasps, his mouth kissing whatever is in reach, your nape, behind your ears, your shoulders. “I can’t be apart from you for so long again.” He groans, maybe he’s just as needy as you are, or maybe you’ve just rubbed off on him, in a metaphorical way of course… “Me neither, I can’t stand it.” You hiccup, reaching behind and squeezing his tense thigh, the wet little noise you make makes Mark shiver, you pussy spasms around him as it clenches with second long intervals, the jerky little shake of your hips has him practically hearing colors, “Fuck— inside?” He hiccups like an idiot, like he hadn’t already come in you earlier, you whine at his stupidity, he’s spilling inside you before you can confirm, he’s too fucking sensitive, going tense, biting into your shoulder so he shuts the fuck up and doesn’t moan like a amateur porn star as any brains he has left explodes in favor of overstimulating himself with your pussy.
You shiver as he catches his breath, “I think I need a minute… your pussy fried my brain.”
“Huh?”
“Just… Just shut up and I’ll shower with you and give you a massage.”
Mark Grayson X Gn! Reader (Ft. Platonic Oliver Grayson & Debbie grayson)
summary : he rather take you anywhere other than his house.
cw : sfw, fluff, gn! they/them reader, literally just a short silly drabble. also oliver being that one roblox kid who has no filters but they're funny instead of being insufferable just sits right with me.
an : nolan is out of the picture, i don't rlly care abt him (sorry nolan lovers but debbie deserves better). also this was mainly inspired by my own little brother who always begs me to play roblox or minecraft with him everyday, even though he has his own friends (i'm literally a grown ass adult).
masterlist.
mark hated it whenever you visited his house.
not because he was embarrassed of you—god, far from it. if anything, mark would scream from the rooftops about how much he loved you if debbie didn't threaten to ground him for 'disturbing the entire neighborhood.'
no, the real problem was his family. because the moment you stepped into the grayson household, it was a battleground on who gets to hog you for the day.
and mark was getting very tired of competing for your attention in his own home.
the second your knuckles tapped against the front door, you heard a loud thud from the inside, you raised an eyebrow as you heard another louder thud.
"I GOT HERE FIRST!"
"MOM! HE KNEED ME IN THE STOMACH!"
"OLIVER, GET OFF HIM—"
debbie’s exhausted yelling echoed through the house, followed by hurried footsteps and something crashing into the wall hard enough to shake the picture frames.
you barely managed to hold back your laughter before the door finally swung open, revealing your boyfriend who stood there panting heavily, his dark hair is disheveled and cheeks flushed from exertion.
hanging off his back like an angry koala was oliver, the purple-skinned boy wrapped around him with all four limbs, tiny fingers hooked tightly into mark’s shirt as he desperately tried to drag his older brother away from the entrance.
"don’t let them in!" oliver grunted, straining with all his might. voice cracking slightly in those childish high pitched tone, "they’re here for me!"
"last time i checked, they are literally MY partner," mark snapped, trying to pry oliver off his back.
"but you hog them all the time! it's not fair!" the little boy grunted louder as he tries to push mark away harder.
"i’m supposed to hog them! i’m dating them!"
you snorted, stepping inside while the two continued wrestling in the doorway and oliver immediately perked up the second he saw you.
"i found a new roblox horror game!" he announced excitedly, "you promised you'd play with me!"
mark stared at him in disbelief, did his little brother seriously wanted to kidnap you just to play some roblox game?? "you already played with them for HOURS last week!"
oliver stuck out his tongue at his older brother. "and? friends hang out all the times!"
"friends don’t steal someone's time with their boyfriend every single visit!"
"ever heard the saying of friends before ho-"
"what was that?"
"nothing, mom!" oliver and mark simultaneously yelled with a panicked tone the second they heard debbie's warning tone.
mark wrapped an arm possessively around your waist before oliver could latch onto you instead, shooting his little brother a victorious grin.
oliver responded by clinging to your sleeve with all the determination of a child denied candy.
"see?" mark complained to you, pursing his lips with furrowed eyebrows akin to a kicked puppy that made oliver's face contorted into a disgusted expression— "this is what i deal with every day."
"you’re just jealous because they like me more," oliver shot back smugly.
"I WILL THROW YOU INTO THE SUN."
"no superpowers!"
"mom!" mark shouted. "can i atleast throw a chair at him? you know that he can tank it-"
"no property damage before dinner!" debbie yelled from somewhere deeper in the house.
while the brothers continued bickering, you quietly slipped away, already knowing exactly where to find debbie.
the warm scent of vanilla and cinnamon guided you into the kitchen.
debbie stood by the counter pulling a tray of cookies from the oven, humming softly to herself. the entire kitchen felt warm and lived-in, golden evening sunlight pouring through the windows while the radio played quietly in the background.
the moment she noticed you, her face brightened instantly.
"there you are, sweetheart," she said warmly. "ignore those two gremlins. come help me taste test these."
you happily accepted the cookie she offered, still warm enough to melt against your tongue.
"oh, before i forget," debbie started, already reaching for her phone. "i bought that moisturizer i told you about."
that was the beginning of the end, and by the time mark and oliver finally stumbled into the kitchen—still arguing and slightly out of breath—they froze in horror.
you were seated comfortably beside debbie at the kitchen island, completely absorbed in conversation while she enthusiastically scrolled through skincare products on her phone.
"and then you use the serum before the night cream,” debbie explained seriously. you nodded with equal seriousness while munching on the cookies she prepared.
mark’s shoulders slumped instantly and oliver looked equally devastated as both boys exchanged the same miserable expression of defeat.
because once debbie started talking about skincare routines, absolutely nobody could pull you away from her.
"traitor," mark muttered under his breath making you glanced over innocently. "hm?" he sighed dramatically before shuffling over and collapsing against your shoulder anyway, arms wrapping around your waist while oliver climbed onto the stool beside you with a pout.
neither of them will get your full attention anymore.
No triggers other than you being drunk lol. Just some good ole' fluff. William is also a bit of a (loving) hater.
William had been dreading this all week.
Not because he didn't trust you.
Well... that wasn't it. Not exactly.
It was more that he had spent the last year watching you and Mark become so disgustingly, painfully, nauseatingly in love that he'd developed a permanent eye twitch.
The two of you held hands everywhere.
You shared food and fed Mark like he was a baby.
You wore each other's clothes.. which brought up a very strange convo when Mark ended up accidentally wearing something of yours to class one day.
You had matching phone wallpapers.
It was revolting to William.
"Just so we're clear," William said as the two of you walked down the street towards the house party that William had so kindly invited you too. "No drinking too much."
"I won't." You nodded.
"No accepting drinks from strangers."
"I won't."
"No wandering off."
You gasped dramatically. "William."
"Yes?"
"You wound me."
William narrowed his eyes. "You once got distracted by a weird looking bug and followed it into traffic."
"That happened one time."
"It happened three times."
You scoffed. If William had seen the bugs, then he would have followed it too!
William groaned.
The only reason he'd agreed to bring you without Mark was because Mark had been called away for hero stuff.
Apparently weird space attacks didn't care about social schedules.
Unfortunately.
Because William would have preferred if Mark came. Mostly because then you became Mark's responsibility.
Instead, you were his... Which was somehow worse.
It wasn't that William didn't like you. Far from it. William adored you, regardless of how disgusting you and Mark were together. But you were a handful sometimes.. and William didn't feel like dealing with sulking Mark if anything happened.
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
Three hours later.
William was regretting every decision he'd ever made. From being born to now.
"Where's [Name]?" he asked literally everyone as he traveled down the party.
He had lost you when you had proclaimed you were running to the bathroom.. never to return to him.
Nobody knew where you were. No one even knew who you really were.
Fantastic. Wonderful.
He was going to get murdered by Invincible.
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
Elsewhere, Mark finally arrived to the party. The emergency had turned out to be much easier to deal with than he had expected and he had your phone location so he knew you were still here.
When he had landed nearby and jogged his way to the party, he couldn't stop the smile on his face.
You had no idea he was coming. He'd wanted to surprise you. Maybe steal a few minutes together. Maybe walk you back to your dorm.
Maybe-
A body slammed into him, catching him completely off guard.
"MARK!"
Mark barely caught himself. His arms wrapped around whoever or whatever hit him out of instinct so they didn't fall together.
His eyes looked down and it was you.. and you?
Well.. You were very obviously drunk.
Not blackout drunk. Not falling-over drunk... yet.
But definitely drunk.
Your eyes lit up like Christmas morning. "YOU'RE HERE."
Mark blinked. "...Hi."
You threw your arms around his neck, nearly knocking you both over. "Oh my God!" You squealed as if you hadn't just seen him a few hours ago.
Mark laughed nervously. "Okay."
"No, listen." You grabbed both sides of his face, staring at him very importantly. "This is important."
Mark immediately became concerned. "What?"
"You are...."
"What?"
"So..."
You squinted at him.
"So pretty."
Mark stared at you.
You nodded at him. "Pretty."
His face immediately turned red. "Oh."
"Very pretty."
"Thanks."
"You have nice eyelashes that I am jealous of."
Mark looked more red than a tomato. "[Name]"
"And your hair." You reached up, starting to mess with it gently. "Soft."
"You've had alcohol." Mark said quickly.
"You have freckles."
"I do not. That's dirt from my fighting earlier."
"You do."
"I don't."
You squinted harder, then nodded. "Okay, You're right.. that's dirt."
"Thank you for agreeing finally." Mark teased, pretending to sound exhausted.
"But you're still cute."
Mark covered his face. "Oh my God."
It got worse. Much worse.
Because drunk you apparently had absolutely no filter when it came to your love for Mark.
William finally found you twenty minutes later... Only to discover you sitting on Mark's lap. In the middle of the couch.
Holding his face. Again.
"Your eyes are so brown."
Mark looked like he was literally being held hostage right now.
"They're not that brown."
"They are."
"They're really not."
"They are, like beautiful.. coconuts? No.. like.. Topaz! That's what I meant!"
Mark sighed. "Thanks, babe."
You immediately kissed his nose.
William made a noise of genuine suffering. Like seeing this was the most disgusting thing he had ever witnessed in his entire life. "Oh, come on."
Neither of you heard him.
"You're my favorite person," you informed Mark.
Mark’s eyes lit up right away when you said that.
William gagged at the sight.
"You hear that?" Mark asked smugly.
"Shut up." William hissed.
"Favorite person, William. You were kicked out of first place."
"I was never in first place." William said, rolling his eyes.
You had finally looked over your shoulder and towards William. "Oh hi William."
"Hi." He frowned.
"You look upset." You blinked, clearly confused.
"I wonder why." William remarked sarcastically to you.
You thought about it for a moment, head hazy and memory fuzzy. So, you went with the only logical thing in your mind right now. You pointed towards Mark, who blinked. "Because he's too handsome and it's just not fair?" You asked.
"Nope." That was the last straw, William turned.
"William-"
"Nope."
"William wa-"
"I'm leaving."
"William!"
"You two deserve each other.. Disgusting. I need something more to drink because of you two."
Then he walked away.
Because there was only so much disgustingly cute stuff he could take when he was helplessly single right now.
A little while later, Mark finally managed to convince you to leave.
The second the cold air hit your face, you leaned against him.
"Mark?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
Mark smiled softly at you. "I love you too."
"No." You shook your head towards him. "I mean like… Like a lot."
Mark laughed. "Good."
"No, listen." You frowned as if Mark wasn’t understanding.
"I'm listening."
"If you were a worm..."
"Oh no. Not this again." Mark murmured.
"...I'd still date you."
"That's your standard?" Mark teased.
"It's a very high standard. Would YOU date worm me?" You asked him with a small frown like he was offending you.
"Obviously." Mark scoffed before he smirked at you slightly. "You are ridiculous. I'd date you if you were a worm, frog, or a ghost."
"Yay, you're so sweet!" You said happily, clearly pleased with his response.
"Mm, and you're drunk."
"Mhm."
"And adorable."
"Mhm."
Mark kissed the top of your head as he pulled you closer to him.
You immediately snuggled against him.
And as he walked you home, Mark couldn't stop smiling.
Because sure, sober you was sweet.
But drunk you apparently thought he was the most attractive person on the planet.
And honestly? He was going to gloat about this the rest of his life and certainly tease you when you sobered up in the morning.
may i request shiesty mark smut? i love ur writing and he’s one of the most underrated variants imo, it’s okay if not tho!!
"bark like you want it, bark like you want it baby!"
tags ♤ shiesty!mark, he's mean with you bc of you being a brat, brat kink, p in the v sex, slightly rough sex, overstimulation, creampie, a bit of spanking, 3k word count, MDNI 18+
sypnosis ♤ you were unfortunately being a brat, so don't be sorry if you gotta face the consequences
Your head lolls to the side, cheek pressed into the plush bed cushions, You can’t think straight, your mind is a blur of sensation, a white-noise static of pleasure-pain-overstimulation-ecstasy. All you can do is moan and whimper helplessly, your eyes were teary and little red, your nose a little sniffly, you didn’t know when it began, maybe because you, earlier were being such a naughty girl with a naughty attitude, and he had to teach a lesson to you.
More hurling insults hit Mark’s face, and his eyebrow slightly twitched, his mask gripped tightly in his hand, a bit of his ears burning a little red, that wasn’t what he expected coming home to, particularly the day after when he rescued you from your plausible well almost death, is this the thanks he gets? What’s this nonsense of you saying you got it handled from the get go and you didn’t need his help? Did you see what happened out there? He’s your man, you should listen to your man, you belong to him! Yet you are being such a-brat. the word in his head echoed nonstop like a reminder, because usually you’d be so good and obedient, but of course something possessed you, whatever the fuck that was he didn’t even know… then of course, you hit him with the words that made him coil with ire.
“What are you gonna do about it?” you snarled, crossing your arms with your hips pointed to the side, eyeing him down, and you could see his face darken.
You wore the baby blue nightgown that only just touched your thighs, just stopping above your knees but barely, you stood facing him even though he was much taller than you, he gritted his teeth, his black hair usually neat and pulled was now a little messier and disheveled, like he was.
“I'm. Not. Asking. Baby. You gotta get your head straight.” He snarled, looking at you straight on, his eyes dilated and his lips pursed in frustration, he had to tilt his face down just to look at you. You were being so disrespectful, the moment he visited your window after causing much needed destruction and calamity you were being so moody, okay yes maybe he got home later, much later than he expected, but he was out there being a villain, and you knew what you signed up for when you dated a guy like him.
Okay maybe, maybe he could be a bit better… but you were no better either. Next thing he knew yesterday, he found you gone, and now he knew he had to rescue your sorry ass out of a villain warehouse, you had a gun hoisted on your hip, with some bruises and a few corpses near your feet and you stood center, you managed to gun his enemies that so wanted to tear down the invincible name to shreds, a pretty thing like you doesn’t deserve to be in a rusty place looking like that, you fought in heels and a dress too, you were badass but… you needed to stay put and let him handle everything.
“My head is straight, I just wanted to help you take that organization down and I did, just that.” You pointed at his chest with your finger, your lips pursed to a frown. Mark sighed drastically, and his voice boomed. “Okay well I DIDN'T NEED YOUR HELP. I had it handled, what? You just gonna disobey me at any turn now? Risking your life? You're just a human.” Mark growled, he was losing every ounce of sanity dealing with you- why can't you just listen to him like he tells you to, and why you gotta have such an attitude, he had no idea. He was at his end with you!
You weren’t backing down, he knew that, and oh you little minx, his minx.
But it's as if you wanted to stoke the fire even further, and add more oil to fuel so it just burns. “You don't own me, asshole.” You seethed, your brows furrowed in annoyance and the moment you said that, oh it was gone and maybe you shouldn't have said that to a superpowered being who easily can snap you like a twig if he wanted to…
But god maybe you were just frustratedly pent up, and angry, not the usual kind but sexually angry. Then you saw the look change in his eyes as he backed you up further against the wall, and his hand shot beside your head making a deep dent and you did not flinch, his strength should scare you, but you just stared up, a tug making your lips twitch.
You looked up and now you realized what you just had gotten yourself into, your breathing got a little uneven not in fear but in anticipation, and he licked his lips, you saw his nostrils flare, and he leaned near your ear with his hand gripping your jaw tightly so you couldn’t look away even if you had tried to, and his lips pulled into a slight smirk as his eyes drawled over you like prey.
“So I don’t own you huh?”
His mask was somewhere on the floor, usually covering parts of his face, and his suit was discarded near the ground, his hips slotted against yours like he belonged there, with his hand gripping your hips, and your body arched like a cat with the blue baby gown hunched above your hips, your hair was a bit of a mess, and your lips pulled into a thin line, the pace he sets is relentless. It’s not a rhythm of love making, it’s a rhythm of use and control. A steady, pounding, piston-like drive that rocks your entire body forward with each thrust. His hands are tight on your hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, holding you open in place for his cock. The wet, slapping sounds of skin on skin are obscenely loud in the quiet room, punctuated by his grunts and your muffled pitiful cries.
“Mmhm- ‘m sorry…!” you babbled out high pitched, your tears soaking the bed as you kept crying out while his hips still snapped against yours, his cock pummeling inside, sliding out only to nestle back in as he groaned, his eyes fluttered shut, his other hand moved to the turfs of his inky black hair smoothing it back, he bit his lip. Did he not hear you? You looked at him or tried to move your face before he just shoved you deeper into the mattress fucking you even harder than before.
“Mark… please, ‘s too…” You wailed, your face muffled against the pillows as he pushed you back into the bed with a force, too much… your mind supplies, a weak, distant thought. But your body arches back into him, a traitorous need for more overriding any concept of limit.
His cock slides out almost completely, the head catching at your entrance, before he rams back into the hilt. The stretch is exquisite, a burning fullness that makes you gasp every single time.
“Where was that apology earlier huh? You were being such a fuckin’ bitch.” Mark grunted out, his voice a rough gravel against the shell of your ear. He’s leaned over you, his chest a hot, sweaty weight against your back. “Fuck-look at this pussy stretched all ‘round my cock, and you’re gonna take it ‘s much as I want, you hear me?” His words, dripping with that possessive condescension, send another shiver through you, as he keeps fucking literally deep into your soul, his hand moved to grip your hair, tugging it back, and your eyes darted to his face, and he looked down at you, you looked helpless and needy, of him, your thighs spreaded more wider if that was possible, and he felt it.
“Fuck, oh fuck yeah,” he hisses, his hips stuttering for a beat. “Take this fucking cock, slut, hell yeah-” your brain was about to melt out of your head, because he was fucking you SUPER hard, like he was putting everything he had in his thrusts, and it felt so good, you were wrapped around his finger, as he used you to his content, you can’t form words. A broken sob is all you manage, the sound vibrating into the mattress.
He chuckles, a dark, satisfied sound. One hand leaves your hip and slides up your spine, a possessive stroke, before his palm splays between your shoulder blades, pressing you down further, the angle changes, and the next thrust hits a spot so deep and so perfect that you see stars, and heaven if there was one because he was sending you there.
"Yeah, that's right," he growls, his voice a low, cruel rasp. "Look at you, can't even form a sentence, just lying there taking it like a dog in heat, you talk all that shit-but the second I've got my cock in you, you turn into a fucking mess."
The words hit you like a physical blow, each one a lash across your already raw nerves. His grip on your hips tightens, fingernails digging crescents into your skin as he pounds into you from behind, fucking you into the mattress with a punishing, relentless rhythm, you felt his dick puls out almost entirely, then slams back in, the force of it shoving your body forward, your cheek scraping against the pillowcase. A broken sob escapes your lips half pleasure, half humiliation, and it only makes him laugh more, a dark, satisfied sound.
"Aw, you gonna cry? Gonna fucking cry on my dick?" He leans over your back, his chest pressing against your spine, his mouth hot against your ear. "Go right ahead babe, let it out, let me hear how much you need this, how much you need me." His hand leaves your hip and finds your hair again, yanking your head back until your spine arches, a sharp gasp tearing from your throat, the new angle lets him drive even deeper, hitting that spot that makes your vision white out, that makes your legs tremble and your pussy clench around him like a fist.
"There she is," he purrs, more menace than affection. "There's my good little bitch, you feel that? Feel how deep I am? You think anyone else could fuck you like this? Could make you feel this fucking full?" His thrusts slow, becoming deep, grinding, deliberate. Each one rolls through you, a wave of pleasure so intense it borders on pain. "No. You don't. Because no one knows your body like I do, no one knows how to break you open and put you back together like I do, you hear me?"
His hand slides from your hair to your throat, not choking, just resting there, a reminder of who's in control, then his other hand snakes beneath your body, fingers finding your clit, slick and swollen, and he rubs tight, merciless circles in time with his thrusts, you're already close so close it's unbearable but he knows it. He can feel it in the way your walls flutter around him, in the way your breath hitches and your moans turn into high, desperate whines.
"You gonna come again?" he asks, his voice a venomous whisper. "Gonna come on my cock like the desperate little slut you are? Gonna prove to me that everything you said was a lie? That you're mine?" you nod frantically, more tears streaming down your cheeks, words useless in your throat. You're beyond speech, beyond thought just sensation, just him, just the overwhelming need to let go.
"Then do it," he commands, his thumb pressing harder against your clit. "Come for me now baby, milk this cock." and you do, the orgasm rips through you violent and consuming. Your body convulses, your cry and you just shoved your face deeper in the sheets muffled by the pillow as waves of pleasure crash through every nerve, every muscle clenching and releasing around his cock. He fucks you through it, driving deeper, prolonging every second until you're left trembling, gasping, utterly wrecked, he keeps thrusting, keeps grinding, keeps working your oversensitive pussy until you're sobbing from the overload, trying to squirm away, but his grip on your hip and throat holds you firmly in place.
"Nuh-uh," he chides, mockingly gentle. "We're not done yet. You owe me for all that attitude. All that backtalk, I’m takin’ what’s mine, this pussy’s mine." He pulls out just enough to flip you onto your back, your legs falling open automatically, still shaking. He positions himself between them, the head of his cock teasing your entrance, slick with your combined arousal, and well you were spent but he wasn’t, unfortunately viltrumite stamina runs high combined with well… his anger and pent up irritation that you caused wasn’t a good combination.
A sharp, high-pitched cry tears from your throat, unbidden.
“There it is,” he purrs, his voice laced with triumph. He focuses on that angle, his cock driving into that sweet spot with unerring accuracy. “Scream for me baby, jus’ like that. ” your little sounds making him even more erect if possible.
The command breaks through your muffled attempts. Your whimpers turn into open-mouthed moans, loud and shameless. “Mark! right there, please, right there ah!” You let it all out like a pornstar, some of his pre-cum mixed with your juices just slid out of your pussy lips to the bedsheets, and he chuckled in amusement, his hand kneading the globes of your ass and just smacks it, before he goes all in, his thick tip slowly slid out near your folds with a wet sound before slamming back in, and you let out a mewl.
He rewards you with a series of shorter, harder thrusts, each one punching the air from your lungs, you felt his balls slap against your oversensitive clit, the dual sensation a maddening overload, you’re hurtling toward another high, your nerves screaming, your muscles coiling tight, and your eyes rolled back to your head.
“You gonna come again?” he rasps, his breath hot on your neck. “You gonna come on my cock like my good slut? Do it. Show me, show me how much you love this dick, yeah, like that.” Mark gritted out, a sweat beading off his head as he looked down at you, you looked fucked out of your mind and in bliss. His pace doesn't falter if anything, it turns more punishing, more deliberate. Each thrust drives him deeper, grinding against that spot inside you that makes your vision blur at the edges. Sweat drips from his brow onto your collarbone, hot and salty. His fingers dig into your hips, bruising, anchoring you in place as he fucks into your pussy with a desperation that borders on feral, you were gonna be sore for days.
The orgasm crashes over you not as a wave, but as a sudden, violent rupture. Your vision tunnels, your back bows, and a scream is ripped from you, raw and ragged. Your cunt convulses around him, a series of frantic, fluttering pulses wrapped on his length. You feel his thrusts become jagged, uneven, your pussy clenches around him so tightly, he could feel you milking him for all he’s worth.
“Yes,” Mark groaned, his control fraying. “Oh fucking yeah, oh god, yes.” his eyes slightly rolled back in his skulls, as his hips continue snapping against you
He doesn’t stop. He fucks you straight through the peak, the overstimulation a sharp, bright pain that bleeds seamlessly back into toe-curling pleasure and you’re sobbing now, tears soaking the sheets beneath your cheek, your body shaking uncontrollably. He’s a force of nature above you, in you, relentless and all-consuming.
“Goddamn, squeezing me so-” Mark groaned, as his hips gave one final thrust, his head tilted back as his hands just kneaded your flesh.
Finally, with a guttural roar that seems to come from the very core of him, he stills, burying himself to the root, you feel the hot, thick pulse of his release deep inside you, filling you all the way up, Mark hissed through his teeth, his rhythm faltering as he buries himself deep, spilling inside you with a guttural groan. His hips pump lazily through the aftershocks, emptying every last drop, before he stills, breath hot and heavy on the back of your neck, then you felt him grinds his hips in slow, deep circles, coating your walls, making sure every last drop stays inside, before you felt his cock slide out, just the tip before sliding back in with a wet plap!
"Not done baby, ‘m gonna milk this pussy all day, all night, everyday, even if you pass out, because you belong to me, only to me.” His lips possessively murmured near your ear, and you whimpered as his hips started back up again, the bed creaking still mixed with the wet sounds of his cock pummeling inside, and his loud grunts, and your cries or rather pleas went deaf on his ears.
More hours passed, and he indeed fucked you until you passed out in his cum and legs spread on the bed with your arm covering your tear streaked face, love bites littered your neck, along with the fat flesh of your boobs, your nipples also a little pink and red, and sore because of his lips of course, your asscheeks were flushed red with the amount of slaps he impeded on you, and oh you felt like you were folded like a laundry mat, and thoroughly because you could not move, he even finished his cock off, thick ropes of his warm cum on your stomach, and even on your face.
He gave you plenty better aftercare afterwards, because well he did love you and although he used you like a toy, you are his girl! although he did fuck you more the next day perhaps upside down and in many... many positions he wanted you, or put you in because well Mark can hold grudges, and was it really his fault that you were being such a brat and now...
perhaps now you learned your lesson and won't bite back at him next time.
Debrief: you write a big check out to the government to steal your favorite gaurdian for your tour.
Warnings: SMUT, MDNI - 18+, car sex, hotel sex, unprotected sex, p in v, power imbalance (boss/employee), oral sex (f!receiving), fingering, use of pet names (sweetheart, ma, mama)
Case Notes: this was initially for my participation in invincimonths but I ended up way busier than I expected. Glad I finally found the time to finish this! Enjoy!
Rex had been on this tour for exactly nine days, fourteen hours, and some number of minutes he refused to calculate. Nine days of screaming fans. Nine days of flashing lights. Nine days of behaving.
Which, according to Cecil, was the entire point. ‘professionalism.’ Or whatever.
The second rule was also professionalism. The third rule came with a twenty-minute lecture, a slideshow, and a threat that sounded suspiciously like paperwork. Rex remembered exactly none of the slideshow, but he remembered the number attached to the donation to the GDA if they let you take him as your personal bodyguard.
It had commas. Plural. So here he was. Standing outside the dressing room of the most famous pop idol on the planet, wearing a black suit that fit a little too well and an earpiece that made him feel like he should be narrating a heist movie instead of guarding a singer who could sell out stadiums by simply blinking.
He really did try to stick to being professional. He didn’t let himself get caught up anytime you called him into your greenroom before or after a show with excuse after excuse of some security breach— but he’s only a man. Even if he’s trying to be better how could anyone expect him to continually turn down your obvious advances?
“Rex? Could you come here, pretty please?” Your sweet voice rattled through his earpiece. Rex let out a sigh, a hand running down his face before turning towards your door and opening it slowly.
Rex immediately knew two things once he stepped into that room.
One: there was no security threat.
Two: he was in danger anyway.
You stood near the vanity, bathed in that soft halo of mirror lights, wearing lace.
Nothing like the bodysuits you typically wore on stage. This was much more intimate. The lace, cheeky cut panties, hugged the swell of your ass. And when you turned to greet him, rex was met with you in a bra stitched with lace material that covered absolutely nothing. The whole set matching. He could completely make out the way your nipples were perked from the cold of the room and where your areola’s laid against the completely see through material.
Rex stopped just inside the doorway, hand still on the knob like he might need it for balance, clearing his throat and immediately lifting his eyes to the ceiling, “… You called for security?”
You turned to him like this was a perfectly normal situation, like you weren’t currently dismantling his entire sense of discipline thread by delicate thread. How many times had you set him up to see you in your intimates? Not that he minded, he could put those mental images right into his spank bank— just because he’s trying to be a better man, doesn’t mean he still isn’t a man!
“I did,” you said, nodding, “I thought I saw something.”
His eyes flicked— traitorous and quick— over your form before snapping back up to your face like they’d been burned.
“Where?” he asked.
You gestured vaguely toward the far wall, “Over there. Thought I saw a blinking red light.”
He moved automatically, because his training didn’t disappear just because you looked hot as hell. His gaze swept the room, sharp and efficient.
His hands ran over corners. Checking inside vents and fixtures… and once again, nothing. Not even a suspicious hat that you’d sworn was a camera a few days ago.
“…I’m not seeing anything,” he muttered.
“Really?” you asked, stepping a little closer to him, batting those thick lashes that framed your pretty eyes.
Rex turned back to you— and immediately regretted it, because you were right infront of him.
Distance had been doing him favors. Up close, it was worse. The lace, the soft lines, the way you carried yourself like you knew exactly what you were doing to him. Not to mention your perfume. Sweet and warm.
His jaw tightened, clearing his throat nervously, “Yeah. Really.”
“Hm. That’s strange.” You say back, voice soft and just a hint of a smile on your lips
Rex narrowed his eyes slightly. Silence stretched between the two of you. Rex shifted his weight slightly, adjusting his stance but not entirely for tactical reasons. His pants were getting far too tight for his liking and you were going to notice if he wasn’t careful. He couldn’t afford to mess this up just because little Rex couldn’t keep his head in the game.
He cleared his throat, “You can’t keep calling me in here for this.”
“For what?” you asked, blinking up at him, all doe-eyed and completely not innocent.
“For—” he gestured vaguely, then immediately regretted that too, because now his hand had moved in your direction and his brain short-circuited trying not to notice everything, “—this.”
Your lips twitched, fighting a smile, “I can’t call my security head in the moment when I feel unsafe?”
“That is not what this is, unless you’re really just that crazy paranoid.”
You giggle, a sound that makes Rex’s heart stutter and you shrug, “maybe I just like watching you move around the room to keep me safe.”
Rex let out a slow breath through his nose, dragging his gaze away again. The wall. The mirror. The floor. Anything safe. Neutral. Non-revealing lace.
“Ma’am,” he said, voice tightening, “if there’s no actual threat—”
“What if there was? And you’re just doing your job and you’re sooo good at it.” You cut in, batting those thick lashes again, and dragging out your words in that cute way that does things to him.
He looked back at you, and what a big mistake that was. You stepped closer. Not enough to touch, just enough to close the space in a way that felt intentional. Pointed.
His shoulders squared automatically, like bracing for impact, “I, uh, I mean— it’s what you pay me for.”
Your smile softened, but your eyes stayed sharp. Curious. Watching him like he was the interesting thing in the room.
“You are,” you say again. “You’re very good at it.”
Rex swallowed, jaw flexing, and shifted again—subtle, careful, trying to keep everything under control. Including himself.
Which was… becoming a situation.
“You done?” he asked, a little more gruff than intended.
“With the security check?” you hummed, “Almost.”
He blinked, “Almost?”
Your gaze dipped— quick and deliberate, then lifted back to his face. And that nearly did him in.
“I just want to make sure,” you said softly, “that you didn’t miss anything.”
Rex stared at you. Long. Hard. Processing.
You were playing with him, right? Absolutely, undeniably, intentionally playing with him.
And the worst part? You knew exactly how close he was to cracking. You had to of based on that not-so-innocent smirk on your red lips.
He exhaled sharply, running a hand over the back of his neck.
“Yeah,” he muttered, “Didn’t miss anything.”
“Good,” you say, letting a couple beats pass before saying casually, “Then you can stay a second.”
Rex huffed a quiet, disbelieving breath, glancing toward the door like it was offering him salvation.
It wasn’t, “Ma’am—”
“Rex,” you interrupted gently. He looked back at you. Again. Mistake. Always a mistake. He should really know better.
Your expression had shifted just slightly. Still playful. Still warm.
But there was something else there now. Something a little more honest. A little less teasing.
“I asked for you, specifically.” you said, your lips popping a bit on the ‘p’ sounds
And suddenly this wasn’t just a game anymore. Rex’s posture stilled, the fight draining out of his shoulders just enough to be noticeable if you were looking for it.
He studied you for a second, like he was trying to solve something. Or maybe decide something.
Then he let out a slow breath.
“…Yeah,” he said quietly. “I noticed. Why exactly?”
Silence settled again— but softer this time. Less sharp. Still charged, but in a different way now.
He shifted once more, subtle, controlled, dragging himself back into something resembling professionalism before he did something incredibly stupid.
“I saw you on television a few times. I love a confident man who knows what he’s doing… and I thought a little forced proximity couldn’t hurt.” You admit casually with a little shrug, the epitome of a woman who is seldom told no.
“You like—“ Rex starts to parrot you, a befuddled look on his face, “I’m sorry, ma’am. What?”
“You’re hot. I have a thing for heroes. Thought I’d be able to shoot my shot if you didn’t have choice but to let me say hello. But you’re so different than what I read online about you.” You say, lifting yourself to sit on the vanity, pretty legs crossed as you twirled a lock of your hair around your finger, “I thought this would be an easy ‘Hi, you’re hot, I have a bodyguard fantasy cause I read too much smut online. Let’s fuck’ but you’ve just been SOOOO professional.”
You’re pouting now, legs swinging as your head tilts a bit. And Rex? He is in disbelief. This SERIOUSLY cannot be his life right now. In no way is this happening to him. He turns to scan the room for the simple fact that Ashton Kutcher must be about to jump out and punk his ass, to reboot that iconic MTV hit.
“… you hired me to… fuck you?” Rex finally asks, his mouth feels dry. He knows he’s hot, he’s slept with plenty of women over the years, but certainly none to your caliber. He knew he had game but certainly not to this level.
“Well of course not, Rex. You’re not a prostitute.” You say, that sweet little giggle leaving your lips, “I just meant, y’know, if you’re interested—“
He doesn’t let you finish that thought, stepping in closer, his large hands coming to rest on either side of your thighs on the vanity, his voice sounding practically relieved, “I’m interested, I’d be a fuckin’ idiot not to be.”
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The entire arena still vibrated from the show. Even three floors beneath the stadium, tucked away in the private underground garage, the bass lingered in the concrete like a heartbeat. Crew members rushed around loading equipment, security shouted into radios, and fans somewhere above screamed your name like a prayer.
Rex barely heard any of it. Because you were in the backseat beside him. Alone. Privacy divider up, and looking at him like you’d been thinking about this for the entire concert.
Which, judging by the way you had kept glancing toward stage left during the show, you absolutely had.
The car door had shut with a heavy thunk behind him as he climbed in after escorting you through the garage. The SUV smelled faintly like leather, expensive perfume, and the adrenaline still radiating off your skin.
You’d changed after the concert, thankfully. Or maybe not thankfully, Rex wasn’t sure. You looked sexy as hell in your stage costumes but the oversized zip-up hoodie you wore now hung off one shoulder, exposing the smooth line of your collarbone and the tiny remnants of glitter still dusted across your chest from stage makeup. Your thighs were bare beneath it, one leg folded underneath you as you turned toward him.
Rex sat rigidly beside the door. Too rigid. Like if he relaxed even slightly, he’d do something catastrophically stupid like he almost had in your green room.
You noticed immediately. A smile tugging at your mouth as you teased him softly, “You survived the show.”
“Barely.”
Your laugh lit up the dim interior of the car. God, that sound did things to him.
Rex loosened the knot of his tie with a rough tug, finally exhaling for what felt like the first time in an hour. Watching you perform after that conversation backstage had been torture. Absolute torture.
Knowing you wanted him while you danced under stadium lights in outfits that should’ve been classified as psychological warfare? Cruel and unusual punishment. Especially every time your eyes found him near the wing and send a smug little smile his way.
Rex shook his head, muttering something under his breath before leaning back against the seat. His suit jacket strained slightly across his broad shoulders, tie loosened now, rust colored hair mussed from running his hands through it too many times tonight.
You watched him carefully. Hungry, almost. Rex noticed that too. He’s had the same look countless times.
“Quit lookin’ at me like that,” he muttered.
“Like what?”
“Like you’re about to eat me alive.”
“Maybe I am.”
His eyes flicked toward you instantly, sharp and dark now instead of merely flustered. The tension from earlier hadn’t disappeared. If anything, it had fermented. Thickened. Become something hotter in the cramped privacy of the car.
You shifted closer across the seat. Enough for your knee to brush his thigh. Rex inhaled sharply, your perfume surrounding him like warm velvet.
Rex’s jaw flexed.
“You have any idea what you put me through tonight?” he asked quietly.
Your lashes fluttered innocently, “Me?”
“Don’t start.”His voice had dropped lower now. Rougher. Dangerously close to snapping.
“You get on stage after tellin’ me you hired me because you think I’m hot,” he continued, eyes locked on yours, “then spend two hours lookin’ at me like that in front of an entire arena.”
Your lips twitched, “You noticed?”
“Sweetheart,” he said with a disbelieving laugh, “I noticed everything.”
The pet name slipped out naturally. The second it landed between you both, the air changed.
You felt it and so did he.
Rex went still for half a heartbeat like he regretted saying it. Then your hand slid slowly onto his loosened tie and whatever regret he had vanished completely.
His eyes dropped to your fingers curling around the fabric.
“…You’re trouble,” he muttered.
“You still got in the car.”
“Part of the job.”
“Mhm.”You tugged him a little closer. Not hard by any means. Just enough to get him to move. And Rex let himself.
His hand planted beside your hip against the leather seat, caging you in without fully touching you yet. Big shoulders blocking the dim light spilling through the tinted windows. Close enough now that you could feel the heat radiating off him.
“You keep lookin’ at me like that,” he said softly, “and I’m gonna forget every single lecture Cecil gave me.”
“Who’s Cecil?”
Rex laughed under his breath, low and incredulous, forehead dipping briefly toward yours like he was gathering the last scraps of his restraint, not bothering to answer that cause honestly that man was the last thing he wanted to think about when you were sitting so pretty there under him like this.
“You have no idea,” he murmured, “how long I’ve been trying not to kiss you.”
Your breath caught slightly, plump lips quirking into a smile, “Sounds exhausting.”
That did it. Rex’s hand finally slid to your waist, fingers spreading against the soft fabric of your sweatshirt as he pulled you flush against him in one smooth movement. The sudden closeness knocked the breath from both of you.
“Yeah?” he asked quietly, eyes dropping to your mouth, “You gonna make it worth it?”
You answered by pulling him down the rest of the way, your lips pressing to his in a heated kiss. Teeth bumping and tongues exploring the depths of one another’s mouths.
It isn’t long before his hand is slipping up under your quarter zip, callused fingers trailing over ribs until his thumbs are brushing the underside of your breasts.
“What? No fancy lace to tempt me with now, huh?” Rex asks breathlessly against your lips, his hand gently gripping at your breast.
“No, those shows are so hard on my body. Nothing but this sweatshirt and comfy panties until I get back to the hotel to soak.” You explain back, your own hands slipping down the fabric of his button up, heading towards his waistline.
He huffs into your mouth, swallowing your moan as his thumbs roll over your nipples. His hips rolling gently into yours so you could feel the strain of his manhood in his pants before your hands get there, “you ever fight aliens? Shits real hard on your body.”
You giggle at his response, tracing his lips your fingers tracing the hard planes of his abs before quipping back, “You ever dance three hours in six inch stilettos?”
He groans this time, his hands pulling away from your breasts to push up the offending material, his head dipping down for his mouth to find your nipples. Rex’s tongue swirling around the sensitive bud while his fingers roll the other between them and switching.
Your back arches off the seat, chest pressing further into his face as he pulls the sweetest sounding moans from you. His hand leaves your breast, slowly sliding down your torso before slipping under cotton panties, thick fingers brushing through your folds, “shit ma, already this wet and I’ve barely touched you.”
“Been fantasizing about you since I saw you fight aforementioned aliens on TV.” You tell him breathlessly, a gasp passing your lips as he pushed his middle finger into your tight heat.
“God you sound so damn pretty.” He moans, feeling your cunt flutter around his finger as he gently pumps it in and out a few times, curling just right to find that spongey spot inside your velvety walls.
He adds a second finger keeping a steady pace, drawing out more of the sweet sounding mewls he wishes he could bottle and save for later, “fuck, that’s it, you like that sweetheart?”
You nod, one of your pretty manicured hands rubbing over the hard bulge in his pants, making him hiss and gently rocking into your touch and when you ask for more, who is Rex to deny you such a thing?
He pulls back, chuckling a bit at the whine that passes those pretty plush lips when he removes his fingers so he can pull the damp cotton down your thighs as he moves to the floorboard. His knees press into the carpet and his tongue drags through your fat lips, moaning into your pussy like it’s the most delectable thing he’s ever tasted, “God baby, taste so fucking sweet. Gonna drown in this pussy.”
His tongue and mouth work together expertly, lips sealing over the sensitive bundle of nerves and sucking gently as he adds his fingers into your tight heat once more, curling perfectly as he pumps them in and out, making you see stars with a dizzying pace.
“Rex, Rex god— don’t stop. Please.” You beg, egging him on as your hand finds home in that pretty red hair, strands tugging between your manicured fingers.
He doubles his efforts, tongue playing with your clit as your hips buck into his mouth until he’s pulling you over the edge, your sweet release making him moan in tandem with you as he drinks down every drop of sweet nectar.
All in time for a quick couple knocks to the privacy divider and the intercom to click on from your driver, “Ms. Y/N, we’re at your hotel.”
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The hotel suite was offensively luxurious. Floor-to-ceiling windows stretched across one wall, the city glittering below like someone had spilled diamonds over black velvet. Everything smelled faintly expensive. Fresh linen. Citrus. Vanilla and lavender from some candle already burning near the soaking tub.
Rex barely noticed any of it.
He was too busy trying very hard not to think about the fact that less than thirty minutes ago, he’d had you tangled against him in the back of an SUV while your driver politely pretended not to notice.
His mouth still tasted like you but yet here he was hearing Cecil in his head droning on about professionalism.
Cecil was going to kill him. Actually, scratch that.
Cecil was going to make PowerPoint slides about killing him and make it an example for future recruits.
The elevator doors opened directly into the suite, and you stepped out first with the kind of exhaustion only performers seemed capable of carrying. The adrenaline from stage had finally started draining from your body. You looked softer now. Sleepier. Still devastatingly beautiful, unfortunately.
Your oversized hoodie hung off one shoulder, glitter dusting your collarbone in stubborn little flecks. Mascara slightly smudged beneath your eyes. Human. That was the dangerous part, really. Because somehow, seeing you tired made Rex feel something suspiciously close to tenderness, and frankly, he preferred being horny. Horny was easier.
“Massage therapist’ll be here in ten,” you muttered, toeing off your shoes near the entryway with a groan.
Rex blinked, “Massage therapist?”
You gave him a tired look over your shoulder, “Rex. I danced for three hours.”
That was fair. Actually, judging by the way you were rubbing the back of your neck, probably very fair.
He set himself near the door automatically, in some plush chair, his instincts settling into place despite everything. Scanning exits. Windows. Entry points. Still doing his job. Mostly.
You disappeared into the bathroom area, muttering something about washing your face and a quick shower.
Rex tried not to notice your legs when you walked away. He failed spectacularly.
“Jesus Christ,” he muttered under his breath, scrubbing a hand down his face.
Nine days. Nine days on this tour and somehow this had become his life. He’s not fighting aliens. Not stopping supervillains. No. He stuck being catastrophically attracted to a pop star who looked at him like he personally hung the moon.
A soft knock at the suite door interrupted his spiraling. The massage therapist.
Rex checked credentials. Did the quick security sweep because he took suspicious situations seriously.
The therapist entered with practiced efficiency, setting up a portable table near the windows. You reappeared a few minutes later looking freshly scrubbed and impossibly comfortable.
Hair damp around your face. No makeup. An oversized hotel robe tied loosely around your waist.
Rex immediately looked at the ceiling. Because somehow this was worse than the lace in your green rooms.
The lace had been distracting, sure. But this? This felt intimate. Domestic almost. Dangerous if he ever had to name the feeling.
“You staying?” you asked casually, “you’re done for the day if you want.”
Rex blinked, “For the massage?”
“You’re my personal bodyguard.”
He crossed his arms, “Pretty sure nobody’s assassinating you via deep tissue massage.”
A sleepy laugh escaped you, “What if the massage table attacks me?”
The therapist snorted, and Rex sighed dramatically, “You are exhausting.”
“But charming.”
“…Debatable.”
Still, Rex stayed. Because apparently his spine had dissolved somewhere between your green room and the backseat of that SUV.
You settled onto the massage table with a quiet sigh, face resting in the cushion as the therapist began working oil into your shoulders.
And immediately—
“Ow.”
Rex looked over. You were wincing, he’d imagined from the tone of your voice.
“Jesus,” the therapist muttered gently, hands pressing into a knot near your shoulder blade, “You’re carrying half the world back here.”
“Told you,” you mumbled into the headrest.
Rex frowned before he could stop himself, “… You always this messed up after shows?”
Your voice came out muffled, “Mhm.”
The therapist worked lower. You hissed quietly, “Back, calves, hips, My feet are the worst.”
Rex’s jaw tightened slightly. Because suddenly he was noticing things. The faint bruising near your ankle. The way your shoulders sat tense even relaxed. How tired you actually looked now that nobody was watching.
There’s no cameras. No screaming crowds. No glittering stage persona. Just the softest version of you. A person whose body hurt.
Something in his chest shifted weirdly. Uncomfortable almost.
“Sexy, right?” you teased weakly.
Rex huffed a laugh from where he sat in the armchair, “Little concerning, actually.”
You turned your head enough to peek at him. His jacket was off now, tie gone entirely. Sleeves rolled to his elbows. One ankle resting over his knee.
“Aw,” you teased softly. “You worried about me?”
“No,” he said immediately, making you smile a bit as he continued, “Maybe a little.”
That smile. God. That smile was going to kill him someday.
The therapist worked quietly while conversation drifted lazily. Tour horror stories. Stage mishaps. Rex telling increasingly ridiculous stories about hero work that sounded too absurd to possibly be real.
By the time the massage ended, you looked boneless. Soft around the edges. Completely melted.
The therapist packed up while Rex walked them out, double-checking locks out of habit. When he turned back toward the suite, you were curled sideways on the couch. Still in your robe, hair messy, looking impossibly comfortable.
You patted the couch beside you, “Come sit with me.”
He hesitated for exactly two seconds. Then got up and crossed the room. Because apparently he lacked self-preservation. The couch dipped under his weight, and you shifted closer immediately.
“You know,” you murmured, head tilting toward him, “I thought this bodyguard fantasy was gonna be mostly hot.”
“Mostly?” Rex echoed.
“Mhm.” Your eyes softened, in a way that matched your voice, “Didn’t think you’d actually be this sweet.”
Something about that landed harder with him than expected.
Rex looked away briefly. Scratched at the back of his neck, “… Don’t spread that around.”
You smiled, “Your secret is safe with me.”
Silence settled between the two of you, comfortable and warm. Outside, the city glittered endlessly. Inside, your shoulder brushed his.
“You looked worried earlier,” you said softly.
He exhaled slowly, “Didn’t like seein’ you hurt.”
You went quiet for a few moments, “Touring’s rough.”
“Yeah,” he muttered. “Still.”
His gaze dropped briefly as he thought about his next words, “To be honest? You spend all night takin’ care of everybody else.”
He doesn’t say who, you know. The crowd. Your Crew. Fans. He shrugged one shoulder, “Feels like somebody should take care of you for once.”
Your expression softened in a way he hadn’t seen before. Less teasing. More… vulnerable.
And suddenly the space between you felt smaller. Warmer. You leaned your head lightly against his shoulder.
“Stay a little?” you asked quietly.
Rex looked down at you. At damp hair, and sleep-heavy eyes. The faint glitter still clinging stubbornly to your skin. And something in him folded instantly.
“Yeah,” he said, voice quiet, “I can do that.”
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Rex’s hips roll into yours. Deep and slow, making your lowly tummy bulge. Not that he could see that from how his large hand pressed against it, feeling himself fill you.
Soft moans fall off your lips as you take his cock, he’s not sure you’ve ever looked more ethereal than you do now. Hair splayed out in a beautiful halo on the pillow, your eyes fluttered shut in pleasure based on the way your lips pursed in a pretty ‘O’ shape. Fingers gripping into the luxurious bedsheets.
“God, Mama. You’re doing so good. Taking me so well, sweetheart.” Rex moans softly, his free hand gently massaging your tits, playing with your nipples as he takes care of you sexually.
Your velvety walls flutter around his girth with each slow roll of his hips. Rex didn’t usually take things this slow, preferring to move fast and hard. This moment with you was turning into something awful close to love making, but Rex couldn’t bring himself to put anymore strain on this perfect body of yours, his lips worshipful as he kisses on your neck, pushing you slowly over that edge of euphoria once more.
The way your cunt clenches around him has his vision blurring, going white in pleasure as you mill him for everything he’s worth. Rex’s hips stutter as he spills deep inside you, thick ropes of hot cum filling your cunt until it’s spilling out and dripping down your ass.
The room had gone quiet. The city still hummed beneath the windows, distant traffic weaving through the dark like veins of light. Somewhere in the suite, the candle near the bathtub had burned low, lavender lingering soft in the air.
But here in your big bed in this hotel room? Here, everything felt warm. Safe.
Rex laid beside you now, one arm thrown lazily across your waist, the other tucked beneath his head. His hair was even messier now, freckles dusted warm across cheeks still faintly flushed.
You looked thoroughly melted. Sleepy. Boneless against the pillows. His thumb traced absent little patterns against your side before he let out a quiet breath through his nose.
“…You okay?” he asked softly.
You smiled without opening your eyes, “Mm. Think I forgot what my own name is.”
That earned a quiet laugh from him. Low and fond before he muttered, “Good, Means I did my job.”
Your eyes cracked open then, head turning slightly toward him. For a second, neither of you said anything. Rex just looked at you. At the damp hair spread over expensive hotel pillows. At the glitter somehow still stuck near your temple. At how relaxed you finally seemed for the first time all day. Something softened in his expression.
“You always this tired after shows?” he asked quietly.
You nodded a little, “Usually just soak alone. Ice pack. Complain to myself dramatically.”
His brows pulled together immediately, “Alone?”
“Mhm.”
Rex was quiet for half a beat, fingers reaching up to brush strands of hair off your forehead, “…Don’t gotta do that while I’m here.”
The words slipped out easy, like he hadn’t even thought before saying them. You blinked at him. Something warm unfurling quietly in your chest.
“That so?” you asked softly.
He shrugged one shoulder, suddenly looking almost shy about it.
“I mean…” his hand squeezed lightly at your side, eyes flicking away for a second. “Kinda signed up for takin’ care of you.”
Your smile turned smaller then.
Realer.
“Pretty sure this wasn’t in the contract… but I’m glad you agreed.”
“No,” Rex said, voice quieter now. “Guess not. But I’d be an idiot to turn you down.”
The city glittered outside. Inside, warmth curled around the two of you like something alive. You shifted closer without thinking, resting your head against his chest this time.
Rex’s arm tightened around you instantly. Protective like it belonged there. His chin rested lightly against the top of your head. And after a long moment, voice gone rough around the edges, he muttered:
“…You know, you’re kinda wreckin’ my life.”
A sleepy laugh escaped you, “Oh?”
“Yeah.” He sighed dramatically toward the ceiling, “Now I gotta pretend I’m normal tomorrow.”
You laughed harder this time. Rex huffed before continuing.
“Sweetheart,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss into your hair, “starting to think I’m the one in danger here.”
And somewhere between your laugh and the steady rise and fall of his breathing, sleep started creeping in. The city still glowing below while Rex stayed exactly where he was. Holding you close, like maybe he’d decided he liked the job more than he planned.
thinking about mark grabbing your neck while you ride him desperately because it feels too good, you feel his dick touching a place inside you that it makes you want more and more.
he grabs you by the neck with one hand and the other kneading your tits. "that's it your doing so good, keep going and you'll make me so proud."
18+ riding your nerdy bf till his glasses fall off ˚₊·͟͟͞͞♡
There’s something incredibly hot about riding your nerdy boyfriend until his glasses slide down his nose. He’s usually so composed, always in button-ups, always with those cute wire-rimmed glasses perched on his face, always muttering about formulas or code or whatever he’s nerding out about that day. But right now? He’s a complete mess.
You’re straddling his hips, knees planted firmly on the mattress, riding him to the hilt. Every roll of your hips makes his thick length slide perfectly inside you, hitting that spot that makes you moan softly. His hands are gripping your thighs, fingers digging in like he needs something to hold onto.
“Baby—” he stammers, voice cracking. His glasses are already slipping, sliding down the bridge of his nose as his head tips back against the pillow. His cheeks are flushed, hair messy, lips parted as he tries (and fails) to keep his breathing steady. You smile down at him, grinding your hips in a slow circle, watching the way his eyes flutter behind the fogging lenses.
“You look so cute like this,” you murmur, leaning down to kiss him. His glasses bump against your nose, but you don’t care. You just keep riding him, faster now, taking him deeper. He moans into your mouth, hips jerking up to meet yours. One of his hands slides up your back, the other stays on your hip, guiding you as you bounce up and down on him.
“God, you feel so good,” he breathes, voice shaky. “I can’t- I’m gonna—” His glasses finally slip off completely, landing somewhere on the pillow beside his head. His eyes, those pretty, unfocused eyes, lock onto yours, wide and desperate.
You ride him harder, chasing your own pleasure while watching him fall apart underneath you. When you come, clenching tight around him, he follows right after with a broken groan, hips stuttering as he spills deep inside you.
Afterward, he lies there panting, glasses askew on the pillow, looking completely wrecked and blissed out. You lean down and kiss him softly, brushing his messy hair back from his forehead. He laughs breathlessly, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you down to his chest.
Hey, I love your work. I was wondering if I could get some viltrumite mark head cannons!! Tysm
❀ mark held himself to a higher standard then other viltrumites, because if he didn’t mark wouldn’t have been alive long enough. the many harsh consequences he’d face because of the conditions on viltrum, mark was lucky to breath. his father was the reason as to why he was alive in the first place, because his father was weak. nolan showed mark mercy on the day of his adulthood, that was his first mistake. now nolan has to live with the resentment mark has against him.
❀ assigned to earth, mark wasn’t entirely ecstatic about having to start over and begin building small. the landing on earth ended up with mark crashing into a tree, completely frustrated, he was about done with taking over until he noticed the petals falling towards the ground. he landed in a white dogwood tree, the flower petals gently flew down towards the ground as mark scanned his surroundings. the tree itself was graceful, yet he didn’t understand as to why flowers grew on it rather then leaves. his eyes glanced around the area before noticing someone staring at him with widened eyes. this was marks first human, someone who was fragile to the touch, marks first human being was you.
❀ quick to fly out of the tree, mark flew above you with his arms behind his back before speaking, “is this the planet ee-arth?” he questioned, as you quietly corrected him—“earth, yes?” entirely hesitant, mark took note of your nervous state as he tried to appear less intimidating. slowly floating down to your level, he was still bigger with his height as he looked down. “my education on this planets history is entirely limited, how long have you lived on this planet?” mark attempted to smile, yet his face looked entirely strained like the action hurt him. you let out a dry laugh—“you have enough time on your hands for earths entire history?”
❀ you didn’t think educating an alien on your planets history meant he’d stay with you, yet you realized he didn’t really have anywhere else to go. mark was like an angry four year old, he’d question anything and everything, but didn’t have a clue about humans. his only source of what humans are like is you, you’re his guild to learning about the simplest things about earth.
❀ mark never took off his viltrumite suit, you’d see him wearing the outfit nearly everyday, only few times you’ve caught a glimpse of him without the suit was when you’d accidentally walked in on him in the shower. he wasn’t interested in human attire, but he couldn’t walk around wearing an alien costume or else he’d kept people’s unwanted attention. despite the very quick argument, mark agreed to allowing one day of shopping, you’d viewed this as a good way for him to converse with other humans.
❀ “show me where the t-shirts are.” mark was extremely demanding when it came to asking for help, instead he wasn’t asking he would force others to help. his questions didn’t sound like questions, rather they were straightforward and slightly intimidating. even then mark didn’t enjoy asking others for help, he’d rather struggle finding a specific item then ask anyone for help, including you. eventually mark was forced into asking a salesperson for assistance, you claimed this would be good practice for having a normal conversation with someone besides you.
❀ secret identities weren’t something mark wasn’t excited about, how else were others supposed to know he’s superior? you had to explain that a person can get the wrong idea, yet mark still didn’t seem to understand—“why can’t i just eliminate them?” mark also learned something new; don’t kill people. he didn’t enjoy that rule either, his entire world was surrounded by death of the weak and order, but not being allowed to kill those who threaten him? mark wasn’t cut out for this, but he listened to you.
❀ “what is this? what are you doing?” mark saw affection as alien. he never once was coddled as a toddler, never feeling the warmth of his parents love besides through physical fights. despite this mark isn’t used to being touched in a loving way, his walls were built up high whenever your hand would linger on his arms or shoulder. mark noticed how you never touched him with any heinous intent, but you enjoyed being around him. eventually mark began to grow used to your touch, he grows upset when you don’t give him his daily dose of hand holding.
❀ you didn’t know you both were dating, but mark did. he assumes you both began your relationship when you began sharing the same bedroom, wearing one another’s clothes and intimate acts. he began to refer to you as his mate, while you assumed he was trying out humor for once. eventually when he proposed to you with the same exact flowers mark crashed into when you both first met, you were confused with how long you’ve both been dating for. even then, mark insisted you both began wed, so he’ll be there to protect you from any harm.
❀ the years that had gone by were marks best years of his life, he became a superhero who worked for himself and no one else. mark would occasionally help out the guardians of the globe, but refused to join. he enjoyed the small like you’ve both built, maybe you’d have a child or two in the future. throughout the years spent together, mark grows hesitant with taking over earth and enslaving the world to join the viltrum empire. the day either one of his children gain their powers will be the day nothing can ever be the same again. he hopes your genes take over so he can spend more time with you and your little family for as long as he can.
…
“a thousand years won’t mean anything to me if i can’t spend them with you.”
a/n: viltrum mark ur js like ur dad and u don’t even know it
pretty please can i request shy!r x mark grayson with him being so enamoured with her that he gets distracted from doing something?
⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ pairing: mark grayson x shy!reader
word count: 0.5k
warnings: none. just a lot of fluff!! reader is marks gf
a/n: thanks for your request anon! i hope you like it. it’s a little short but i may expand.
requests are open
Mark can’t stop staring at you. No matter how much he tries to focus on his assignment, his eyes keep flicking back up to look at you. His sweet, shy girl. You’re oblivious to it, pen in your mouth as you mindlessly chew it. You’re sat on his bed like you belong there (which you do), eyebrows furrowing as you stare at your paper. It’s meant to be a study date but Mark has been doing too much staring and not enough studying.
As if you can feel him staring, you glance up and catch his gaze. He can’t help but smile softly at the blush that colours your cheeks. Even after dating for almost two years, you still get so flustered around him. It’s a problem for him because whenever you’re like this, he can’t help the feeling of wanting to smother you in kisses and protect you from the world.
“Stop staring,” you mumble as you try to hide your face with your hands.
Mark chuckles lightly as he moves from his desk to climb onto his bed. “Can’t help it,” he murmurs softly as he takes the pen from your lips and pulls you into his lap.
“You’re just so pretty baby,” he says as he places his hands on your hips, burying his face in your neck.
You shiver as his breath hits your skin. His kisses litter that sensitive spot next to your ear and you squirm as you squeal slightly.
“Sorry baby.” Mark breathes out, although he doesn’t seem very sorry as he continues his barrages of kisses. “You smell nice, is that a new perfume?” He inhales your scent and hums appreciatively.
You nod against him. “Bought it a couple of days ago when I went shopping. It’s vanilla and lily scented.”
He doesn’t realise he’s still technically sniffing you until you gently poke his side. Grinning awkwardly, he pulls back to look at you. It’s moments like this where Mark wishes he could stay forever.
Mark leans closer to you, eyes flitting towards your lips before looking back at your eyes. “Can I kiss you baby?” His voice is low as he asks, thumb absentmindedly rubbing at your waist.
You nod once again, as you shyly bite your lip. His grip tightens unconsciously—he knows you’re not doing it on purpose but you look unbelievably good to him in this moment.
Not able to control himself any longer, he gently presses his lips to yours in a gentle kiss. His mouth moves against yours, as he melts into the kiss. There’s no rush. Both of your assignments have long been forgotten as he presses you flush to his body. His tongue pushes at your lips, silently asking for entry. Your mouth opens in a soft sigh and he takes the opportunity, deepening the kiss.
You completely melt into him, and Mark smiles into the kiss, before pulling back to plaster kisses all over your face. “You’re. Just. So. Pretty. Baby.” Each word is punctuated with a kiss.
Warmth spreads through your chest and a smile grows on your face. “I guess we won’t be going back to studying” you say, as your gaze softens.
“Definitely not, baby” Mark replies, as he positions you so you’re lying down with him. He softly strokes your cheek as he looks at you. “I’d much rather spend the time admiring your beautiful face.”
Mark presses closer, wrapping you in his warmth. Quiet settles around you as your papers are long forgotten.
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Who fell first of the Viltrumites? Who fell harder?
Pairing: Thragg, Kregg, Conquest, Nolan x gn!human!reader
Note: Testing rn if I should keep the font big or small like this, lmk which one is better/more pleasant to read pls!
Thragg // The Grand Regent
You fell first.
Humans are lowly lifeforms. They are barbaric, their society is crumbling and they are simply disgusting. Blending in amongst them will be the most humiliating thing Thragg will ever be doing in his life. That is what he told himself, at first. He clung onto the hope that he will not fall further from grace than he already has; loosing the emperor, his people and his home. And yet…
Thragg was simply baffled at the amount of customisation a simple cup of coffee possesses. Standing in front of a teenage-looking barista that has seen better days, he crossed his arms, scanning the pretty pictures of drinks and whatnot, trying to find something normal. You had to step in from the side and order him just a plain black coffee. You even footed the bill!
You found it charming how positively dense he seemed to be and how bluntly he answered every question you asked him. He was looking miserable by simply existing. Just how bitchty can a resting-bitch face be?
Thragg found you annoying at first. A curious human probing something it cannot understand just yet, testing boundaries. He’s surprised you didn’t actually poke him yet. Although, he’s not sure why he entertained your curiosity and engaged in conversation for as long as he did.
“Are you finished talking?”
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He fell much harder.
Oh, but how the mighty have fallen. You were incredibly persistent to get to know him, even managed to get a second and third meeting out of him. You taught him how to order the coffee he liked, how to style clothes properly, how to function within a human society without coming off as a prude or an idiot. You were patient with him without coming off as overbearing. You were caring.
You supported, assured and gave him the perfect way to blend in with humans while being blissfully unaware of what he truly is. Being with you as your boyfriend could help his image. That is what he told himself at the start of your relationship. This was purely pretend for him. Kissing is disgusting, holding hands unnecessary and repeated dates draining, but slowly, he began enjoying his time with you. Really enjoying it.
His mind drifted away from his anger and disgust for this planet. Thragg found himself more often than not imagining your face in his head, closely analysing your features. He nitpicks every conversation he ever had with you and found himself relaxing when thinking of your smile. You eased his ever-stiff shoulders and his guard slowly lowered with every passing minute he spent with you. Suddenly, holding you close doesn’t seem like a chore anymore. It’s something he desperately craved.
“I thought about this cat café you mentioned. My curiosity is piqued, let’s visit this establishment.”
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(It’s implied Kregg had both male and female partners before you)
Kregg // Second in Command
He fell first.
His mission was to repopulate the Viltrumite race on earth, interbreeding with humans. At first, Kregg’s mind was set to fulfil that mission to the best of his abilities; he mostly hung around bars and clubs after hearing that most “hook-ups”, as humans call this coupling, happen in these areas. He discovered the joys of alcohol and nicotine, then that of bikes and some pleasant company. All was well.
That was until he sauntered up to you with two drinks, one for you to sip on while he delivers his usual, well-practiced, smooth pick-up lines and one for him to keep the pleasant buzz going. It didn’t take long for him to notice that you don’t seem all too impressed, yet you indulged him here and there and gave him a playful answer. It amused him.
Over the course of the next few evenings, he learned that you are somewhat of a regular, visiting the same bar he is almost every evening. Kregg proceeded to buy you drinks, share a cig if you want and invite you to hang out somewhere. Again and again, you declined, rolled your eyes with a grin and sent him away. At this point, Kregg is head over heels for you. You’re witty, so blatant with toying with him and he keeps letting you. He could wander off to find a different mate or partner, but he wants *you.*
“If you give me one chance, I’ll buy you two- no, three more drinks.”
~
You fell harder.
How could you not? Kregg, somehow, managed to be much better than you imagined him to be. It was fun seeing him try to pick you up again and again with attempts to charm you, but you didn’t believe anything serious would come of this fun banter. Yet, it did.
One date at the bar turned into two, turned into a trip on bikes and to heading out for some lunch, visiting his apartment… You stopped counting after that one. Kregg is a bit flirty at first, sure, but he’s also chivalrous, old-fashioned in a good way and oddly talented at making you blush and melt.
He knows what to say, when to say it but also when to shut his mouth and enjoy the quiet moment. You love the way he is so casually affectionate with you and how he makes you feel seen and actually cherished stirs something incredibly warm within you.
“You’re looking at me with those eyes again. What’s going on in that pretty mind of yours?”
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Conquest // Second Strongest Viltrumite
He fell first.
Humans are fragile, their lives are precious and so easily destroyed. Conquest usually views them, and other inferior races, are mere ants. He would not morn after them if he were to accidentally step on them— and it was no different with humans. Yet, he’s supposed to live amongst them for the sake of the mission and control his strength. It’s for the greater purpose, he reminds himself on the daily as someone bumps into his broad frame for the umpteenth time.
In order to blend in with the humans, he must interact with them. So, seeing you stubbornly struggle carry your five bags of groceries, Conquest offered to help. He carried your paper bags to your front door and for his kindness, you offered the teddy-bear-looking-man to step inside and have a drink and some cookies as thanks.
What? First, he shows you kindness by helping you with your foods, and now you want to top his kindness by being even nicer? You humans are nonsensical. Why not send him on his way and never look back? What’s the point? Though, now that he’s munching on these so called chocolate-chip-cookies, he has to admit, they’re not too bad. And those pictures on the wall, are those your friends? Family? You look so happy in each of them. Your home is decorated in a way that makes him feel welcome, oddly enough. Although he is taking in a lot of space.
And what’s this? Ice tea? Delicious.
“I will visit you again.”
~
He fell much, much harder.
You’re just too sweet and kind to him and Conquest doesn’t feel like he deserves it at all. You touch his face and scar like it is worth touching, you talk and treat him like he is worth sharing your day and life with. Without you, he’s lonely and miserable, as he is supposed to be. Viltrum’s second strongest soldier, conquerer of worlds, doesn’t need to be pampered by the likes of you, yet he craves your attention and affection.
He finds everything about you fascinating and can’t stop his eyes from glancing over you again and again. His hands search to touch your skin and slowly pull you against his body to hold you. It’s selfish, but he loves you more than he should.
Oh, he is incredibly selfish for keeping you to himself, and Conquest knows that. You deserve more and you deserve a better, younger, more loving mate. Someone who is not a decrepit and depraved Viltrumite that craves to bathe his hands in hot blood. You want your fingers to be covered in flavour dust from your chips or to have his holding yours. When they’re clean, that is.
“Are you sure you want me as your mate? I am not as suitable as others will be. You need to be happy, with or without me.”
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(Pre season 1)
Nolan Grayson // Omni-man
You fell first.
Omni-man. The superhero that appears to be everywhere at once and manage to fight supervillains and monsters without breaking into a sweat! Not that you would mind seeing a sweaty Omni-man— you’re one of his biggest fans, keeping up with public appearances, merch drops and wherever he happens to be in the world right now.
One fateful and very lucky day, your hometown was being attacked by some low-level reptile mutant. You were corner by the oversized lizard until Omni-man himself stepped in, grabbing the creature by the tail and throwing it off to space.
The moment he turned to face you and showed you his stupid, assuring smile and muttered a simple “Are you okay?” you almost fainted and folded right then and there. You swear your face melted off by the amount of heat accumulating in your cheeks. Somehow you were still coherent enough to immediately and not very smoothly ask him on a date.
“A date? I… am not sure you’d like to go out with someone like me, but sure? Why not.”
~
He fell harder.
You’re adorable. The way you still squirm and blush a little when Nolan leans over to cup your face and kiss you, how you get giddy when seeing him in his superhero costume and how you pamper him with food, affection and cuddles after hard missions.
Nolan is infinitely glad to have you as his mate. You’re considerate, affectionate and the perfect partner to keep up his polished and integrated appearance to Cecil and whoever else might be watching. Although the latter isn’t at the top of his priority list anymore.
He wants you to be as content around him as he is around you. Nothing could tear him away from you once he has his legs interlocked with yours, his arms tugging yours to wrap more around him as you spoon him from the back— the way he loves it.
“We gotta save on our gas bill and cuddle as much together as we can in order to stay warm. No— no, we’re not struggling, hun, I was joking—“
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Author’s note. Thank you for reading!
Ugh. I was of Indian food while writing and editing this. I don’t know the exact name for the dish but it was ride with mango curry and chicken with garlic naan. UGH. SO DELICIOUS. Anyways, I had lots of fun writing this! Also, I love the idea of Thragg being highly annoyed by reader asking a lotta invading questions but he’s putting up with it because he’s lowk enjoying it
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tags ۶۟ৎ soft!mark, rough p in v sex, he's kinda mean with you, creampie, overstimulation, spanking, multiple orgasms, oral m receiving, oral f receiving, 7k word count, MDNI 18+
synopsis ۶۟ৎ mark's birthday was coming up, and you decide to come surprise him wrapped up in bows.
Mark’s birthday was coming up.
Your eyes lingered on the calendar, January 22nd circled in ink, as you bit your lip and tried to decide how to make the day special for him…
Maybe a romantic dinner-soft candlelight with wax, just the two of you. It felt dreamy, intimate. Or maybe a gift? one of the comic cons in Chicago was coming up… you could sneak away, find something he’d love-perhaps something Seance Dog–related, maybe get him a signed limited cover!
With everything on his shoulders lately-the responsibility, the constant pressure, the looming sense that the world could fall apart at any moment-he hadn’t had much time to just be. To do normal things. To enjoy being young, and you both were pretty young after all.
However, a naughty part of you hidden, maybe the devil's voice lingered in your ear tauntingly, and not some wholesome thoughts roamed through your head, like…
What if you were wrapped up in a birthday present, literally just for him to tear those bows off you?
His lips on your skin, his teeth grazing just the outer layer of the delicate fabric, his calloused fingers gripping your waist, and-
Then all of a sudden, that was the light bulb, that'd be a good idea…
You were lying beside him on the couch in his house, some random TV show playing in the background-something neither of you had ever seen before, just noise to fill the quiet as you both watched without really paying attention.
“Hey, babe,” you mumbled.
It took a moment before Mark’s brown eyes drifted from the screen to your face. A soft, absentminded hum slipped from his lips as he looked down at you. “Hm?”
“What do you wanna do for your birthday? It’s comin’ up.”
You smiled at him, and for a second he just stared-then realization hit, oh… right, his birthday.
He hummed again, more thoughtfully this time, then shrugged. “Y’know, I trust you, babe. Whatever you wanna do, I’ll love it either way.” He smiled, easy and warm.
Your expression turned mischievous. “You sure about that?” you asked, voice laced with playful suspicion.
His brows knit slightly, but then he smirked, leaning in in, he brought his lips close to your ear, his breath brushing your earlobe. “Why? Whatcha planning, sweetheart?”
You laughed softly and pushed him back playfully, grinning. “Secret. Guess you’re gonna find out next week.”
Mark made a mock-hurt face, and you couldn’t help but giggle. He ruffled your hair before pulling you closer, wrapping you up in a comfortable cuddle. The TV kept droning on in the background, but neither of you really cared anymore.
Now, though…you had an idea.
**
You bit your lip as you wandered through the lingerie aisle, the air thick with sweet perfume-notes of cherry and bubblegum drifting around you, your fingers brushed over different fabrics, carefully testing each one. Silk in black, soft pinks, pieces covered in lace some of it beautiful, but a little too much, you wanted something just right.. maybe something softer… velvety.
You moved to another section, scanning the options, but nothing quite clicked. What would Mark like? The light pastel blues didn’t feel right. The violets weren’t really your style either.
“Hey, ma’am! Finding everything okay?”
You turned to see someone about your age in a hot red colored store uniform, she wore a red lip stick and her hair in a sleek updo, smiling politely as she approached. You returned the smile, a little sheepish. “Yeah, I am-I’m just trying to find something my boyfriend might like for his birthday.” You sighed softly.
She smirked, giving you a knowing look, her fingers tapping thoughtfully against her chin. “Ah, I see… Well, there is this section over here…” she said, gesturing for you to follow.
Curious, you trailed after her and immediately, something caught your eye.
This section was different. The fabrics looked softer, smoother-silky, velvety, with delicate ribbon details. They had a subtle elegance to them, less lace, more intention.
“Yeah, we just got in this ribbon collection,” she said, leaning in slightly with a sly smile. “Trust me-wear something like this, and he won’t be able to take his eyes off you… might even want to unwrap the gift himself.”
You felt your cheeks warm, but your eyes were already scanning the display. And then you saw it.
A set designed like a bow-ribbons in a deep cherry red, soft and striking all at once, simple, but bold, the bows would wrap around your front, covering but not giving a lot to the imagination… It was perfect.
You picked it up, smiling as you turned back to her. “I’ll take this one.”
She winked and guided you to the register.
“Alright, your total is…” she began, but you barely registered the number just that it stayed safely in the double digits, and that was good enough.
You tapped your card against the reader, waited for the soft beep, and watched as the receipt printed, she placed the set neatly into a small goodie bag and handed it over.
“Have a good day,” she said with a grin.
“You too,” you replied, smiling as you stepped out of the store, the bag swinging lightly at your side.
A warm, fluttering feeling settled in your stomach-anticipation curling softly through you.
He’s definitely not gonna take his eyes off on you now, but before you can think about that, you’ve a lot more errands to do today, and more plans to finish.
**
The clock glowed 10:00 PM, its soft light the only thing cutting through the dimness of the room. Outside, the sky had settled into a deep, velvety navy, scattered with quiet stars, and the entire neighborhood seemed to have drifted off into stillness. No cars passing, no voices-just calm.
It was his birthday… and you hadn’t said a word about it all day.
Because why would you? That would ruin everything-ruin the surprise. And tonight, you were the surprise.
Your pajamas were somewhere on the bathroom counter, taking a slow breath, you finally slipped into the bow set, carefully adjusting each ribbon until it sat just right and when you lifted your gaze to the bathroom mirror, you froze for a second.
Wow.
The deep cherry-red fabric hugged your hips in a way that felt almost unfair, the satin catching the soft bathroom light with a subtle sheen, covering your pussy folds and the ribbons rested against your skin, delicate but intentional, each one tied in a way that felt both secure and just loose enough to tease. One gentle pull, and it would all come undone.
The top framed you just as precisely, soft strips of satin crossing and wrapping your nipples, covering what it needed to while still leaving plenty to the imagination. It didn’t just fit-it was presented. Like you’d wrapped yourself up on purpose, like a gift.
You turned slightly, glancing over your shoulder at the mirror to catch the bow at your back, fingers brushing it lightly, testing how easily it might come undone. A small, excited breath slipped from you.
Okay. Yeah. This was it.
You reached for your lip gloss next, twisting it open and smoothing the soft, reddish tint over your lips. It caught the light just enough-subtle, but noticeable, your lips pressed together once, twice.
Then you leaned in a little closer to the mirror.
Your hair fell in soft, clean strands around your shoulders, still fresh from the shower, smooth and slightly damp at the ends. You’d brushed it out carefully, letting it fall naturally, simple but pretty. The faint scent of your perfume lingered on your skin-light roses with a warm hint of vanilla underneath. Not overpowering. Just enough to be noticed if someone was close.
Very close.
You bit your lip, a small smile tugging at the corner of your mouth as anticipation coiled warmly in your chest, trailing down into your stomach in soft, fluttering waves.
Tonight was going to be fun.
You stepped out of the bathroom quietly, bare feet soft against the floor as you moved down the hallway and toward the stairs. Debbie wasn’t home, which helped-no unexpected interruptions. And Oliver was out on a playdate, meaning the house was completely, blissfully empty.
Just you and Mark.
Exactly how you wanted it.
Right as you reached the bottom of the stairs, you heard it.
A faint thud from upstairs.
You stilled instantly, your breath catching for half a second before your heart started to pick up, quick and excited.
He was back.
Moving quickly but carefully-you slipped into the kitchen, making sure your steps stayed quiet against the floor. You hopped up onto the counter, settling yourself there, adjusting your posture just slightly, trying to look natural… even though your pulse was anything but.
Then-
The unmistakable sound of the window slider opening.
A soft scrape.
A pause.
Then it slid shut again.
Your fingers curled slightly against the edge of the counter as you listened.
Footsteps followed overhead, steady and familiar, pacing lightly across the floor upstairs.
“Baby?” his voice called out, slightly muffled by the distance, echoing faintly through the house.
You heard him moving around-something being set down, a shift of fabric, the quiet scuff of his boots against the floor. He was probably just getting in, not even suspecting a thing.
Your heart started to race.
Okay-pose. You needed to pose, you shifted slightly on the counter, uncrossing and recrossing your legs, trying to find something that looked natural but still… intentional. Your fingers flexed uncertainly before you placed your hands behind you, palms resting against the cool surface, shoulders subtly pulling back. Was that too stiff? Too obvious?
You adjusted again, angling your hips just slightly, then pausing.
No, no-stop overthinking it… but your thoughts kept spiraling anyway.
Should you look at him right away? Or pretend you didn’t notice him at first? Should you smile? Or-
Okay more footsteps coming closer now, coming down the stairs.
Oh, you didn’t have time.
Your breath caught softly as warmth rushed to your cheeks, and you quickly settled-hands staying behind you, legs crossed, posture just relaxed enough to almost look effortless. You let your hair fall naturally around your shoulders, fingers brushing through it once before you stilled completely, forcing yourself to just… wait.
The sound of his feet hitting the last step made your stomach flip.
“Hey, baby, I-”
Mark stepped into view, his voice trailing off the second he saw you.
He hadn’t even changed yet-still in his suit, the familiar yellow and blue colors catching the low light as he moved.. but he stopped immediately, like he’d walked straight into something he hadn’t been prepared for, his foot barely finished touching the ground before he froze, completely.
His eyes locked onto you… and didn’t move.
For a moment, it was like time stretched thin.
You watched it happen in real time, the slight widening of his eyes, the way his pupils dilated as his gaze instinctively dragged over you, slow and almost disbelieving. From your face… down your shoulders… lingering at the ribbons, the soft red satin catching the light… lower, tracing every detail like he needed to make sure this was actually real, like you were real.
His jaw slackened just slightly, like his brain hadn’t quite caught up yet.
And there you were sitting on the counter, legs crossed just enough to draw the eye, hands hidden behind your back, subtly pushing your posture forward, your expression was soft, half-lidded, calm in a way that completely betrayed the way your heart was pounding.
The ribbons. The bows, the way they framed you like something meant to be unwrapped and you didn’t say anything, you just looked at him and he stared long, before his lips opened and finally he spoke, breathlessly out of air.
“I… wow… wha-what is this?” Mark whispered, his voice trailing off huskily.
Not much could prepare him for the sight that beholden him, you standing there in the dim glow of the single overhead light, wrapped-not in silk or satin, but in ribbons, red velvet ribbons that crisscrossed over your breasts, holding them together like a precious offering which you were for him, that was the point and more ribbons cinched your waist, creating a bow just below your navel, it traced the lines of your hips, framing the delicate triangle of panties, where a final, silky bow was tied, a promise he could undo with a single tug.
Now he inched closer, looming over you now, a solid wall of heat and intention. His eyes, wide with shock a moment ago, had now transformed, they’d turned hungry. A man starved, and you were the feast, the main course. They glazed over every detail, like the cleavage peeking between the velvet restraints, the soft, supple skin of your waist, the ribbons hugged, the delicate fabric covering your core.
He looked you up and down, his gaze a physical caress.
“It’s your birthday gift…” you said, your voice softer now, and more shyly as he’s getting more closer and his hands found your waist. Big, warm palms cupping your skin, feeling the heat of you beneath the cool ribbons. A shiver ran through you. You felt too exposed. Which you were. You hadn’t expected it to feel… this intense… maybe because all of his attention, his absolute focus, was laser-locked on you. There was nothing else in the world for him right now. Just the ribbons, the bows, and you looking like that.
“Mm… is that so.” Mark murmured, a hint of amusement coloring his deep tone.
He leaned in, his nose brushing your hair, then drifting down to the ridge of your neck. He inhaled deeply. Oh, that perfume? Your scent vanilla and a hint of cherry filled his senses. You put all of this on for him? The realization hit him like a physical blow, and a small low groan escaped his lips, his cock hardening painfully against the confines of his suit, god you were just so sweet.
“Put this perfume on for me, baby?” he whispered, his voice now thick with desire, and now his hands grew more desperate, kneading your skin softly, pulling you tighter against him. You squeaked at the sudden closeness. His hands explored, mapping the soft skin of your body, the feel of the ribbons, the smooth skin beneath. One hand splayed across your back, trailing down your lower spine to cup your ass, you slowly nodded, feeling slowly becoming undone, his touches light as feathers were driving you to the edge already…
His other hand kneaded your ass, then delivered a soft, stinging smack. A moan slipped from your lips, and he kneaded the tender flesh in small, soothing circles before his fingers drifted to play with the ribbons at your hip, twirling the ends loosely.
He gradually backed you up until the cold marble of the kitchen counter pressed against your back, the chill seeping through your skin.
“This the idea, sweetheart?” he leaned in, his whisper a hot breath against your ear. “Wrapped yourself in all these ribbons, so I can just take them off you huh?” His voice was velvety, dipped in dark chocolate, and it sent a fresh wave of heat pooling between your thighs because it’s like he knew. Because his fingers, still playing with the ribbon, gave a slight little tug before drifting to the center of your folds. The thin silk of your panties shielded his touch, but his thumb found your clit and rubbed the nub through the damp fabric.
You whimpered, a high pitched moan ricocheting over the walls as your back arching slightly off the counter.
Mark groaned in satisfaction at how easily you were affected by his touch, he didn’t even do anything to you yet. “Look at yourself, my pretty girl ‘s all soaking wet right now. Do you feel that?” he crooned proudly, as his fingers continued their teasing rhythm, applying pressure, creating friction, but not enough. Not enough to give you what you needed.
He was playing with you. Literally.
“Mark…” you whimpered out, your lips parting as your lashes fluttered.
Then you felt his lips graze the column of your neck. A soft brush, then a nibble. Then wet, open-mouthed kisses. You tilted your neck back, offering him more and he suckled the skin, attacking the sensitive area with a focused hunger. Your knees buckled slightly.
“Mm…” you let out, absent-minded, so focused on the sensations-his lips, his hot breath, the building ache.
His lips pulled away, and he moved to kiss your cheek, then you felt the distinct, sharp pain of a suction. A bruise formed on your neck, slightly red. A hickey. He gave you a mark. He turned, a tug pulling his lips into a smirk as he admired his work, then his eyes landed on you again, softening a fraction.
“Happy birthday…” you giggled airily, your arms coming to wrap around his neck, binding you to him.
He chuckled, a low, warm sound, before leaning in to kiss your lips properly. His tongue shoved into your mouth, deep and possessive, sucking on your own wet tongue before pulling away.
“Happy birthday to me,” Mark echoed back, smiling.
You grinned at him for a moment before he attacked your face with a bunch of wet, playful kisses. Then his eyes darkened again, taking you in with that renewed hunger. He just pulled you closer and then lifted you literally off the ground.
“Mark!” You squealed, and he paid no mind to your noises of protests.
“What? I just can’t wait to use you all night, baby since you’re my present,” Mark hummed, his voice vibrating against your chest, the implication of his words made your pussy clench around nothing, and his words were getting you more aroused…
You blushed deeper, a pink flush that spread from your cheeks down to your neck, as he walked away from the counter with you in his arms. He carried you easily, your weight nothing to him and each step up the stairs creaked under his feet. A warm feeling, a coil of pure anticipation, tightened in your stomach. Your thighs rubbed together instinctively, itching for him to just touch you, do anything to you. Which he would.
Finally, you were in the dim hallway, and then… his bedroom, the comic framed posters decorating the wall greeted your eyes, along with the neat bed that’s probably about to change soon and the desk with his laptop shut, action figurines lined, everything in this room which basically was the personification of Mark but inside the house, this was where you were, and now you were about to have the best fuck of your life, because Mark is definitely not gonna go easy on you tonight…
He didn’t set you gently on the bed. He set you down on the ground just inside the doorway, backing away to form a gap between you. He just stood there, eyeing you up and down, his expression unreadable. Then his finger gestured lazily, a silent command.
Get on your knees.
You obeyed and you bent down, getting on your knees, your hands resting on the floor, sitting back on your heels. He tsked his tongue.
“Wow, look at you. Sitting down, listening like a good little thing.”
His praise wasn’t gentle. It was possessive. It sent a shiver down your spine, a mix of submission and thrill. He finally walked closer, his hand immediately cupping your cheek. You tilted your head, looking up at him. Your eyes glossed with a desperate, needy look, and your thighs rubbed together again, and his eyes subtly glanced between your inner thighs.
“Mark… I…” you let out, pouting.
Mark raised an eyebrow. “What, baby? Use your words.” His voice was soothing yet slightly condescending, the tone slithering into your ears.
Your lips wobbled. He was teasing you way too much, having too much fun. “I need you… please…” you whispered, pleading. You leaned more into his touch, too needily.
His hand that was cupping your cheek moved to thumb your lower lip, a rough, possessive caress. You looked up at him, your vision blurring with want.
“Aww… I know, baby,” Mark used a tone mimicking sadness, his brows furrowing in mock sorrow. “But… it’s my birthday, remember? Good girls wait, and I haven’t even unwrapped you yet baby, so… you’re just gonna have to wait, can you do that?” he looked at you, his lips pulling into a small pout, as if this was affecting him too.
your eyes got a little teary at the prolonged torture, the wait stretching your nerves, but you nodded, shakily, and a soft praise of ‘that’s my girl’ left his lips, then he tutted, a contented noise, before his attention turned to himself. His fingers moved in fast, efficient motions, tugging off his superhero suit off. The fabric parted, slid down his torso. His boxers followed, sliding down to expose him.
His cock sprang out, fully erect, achingly hard. It was a beautiful, so beautiful pinkish with a red hue, the slit at the top already leaking a droplet of clear pre-cum showing how much you were affecting him… and he was well-endowed, thick and long, and you couldn’t help the thought even though you have seen it before,
God, his cock is so pretty.
He looked down at you, his expression shifting to raw expectation.
“You know what to do, baby,” Mark hummed, the command clear.
You nodded again, a silent obedience, before you crawled closer and your nose nudged into the base of his cock, brushing against his balls. His masculine scent clean, musky, him filled your nostrils and then finally, your lips parted. You leaned forward and licked a long, wet stripe from the base to the tip then you took him in.
“Fuck.” Mark cursed, his eyes fluttering shut for a second before snapping open to watch you. To watch you take him like this.
Your cheeks hollowed as you sucked, your lips moving to swallow his whole cock. A bulge formed in your throat because he was… big. You gagged slightly, your eyes getting a little teary, but you kept going, bobbing your head down on his length.
His hand gripped your hair, not gently, but firmly, tugging you to go deeper. You let out a choked sound before he decided to take full control.
His hips bucked and he started moving, fucking into your mouth. You let him use you the way he wanted, your hands gripping his muscular thighs for stability. Your eyes watered, tears springing at the corners.
“Look at me, keep those pretty little eyes on me,” you felt his finger move to tap your cheek, your eyes immediately went up, meeting his gaze. His expression was dark, mixed with a feral hunger as he fucked into your mouth, using you, your face looked lewd tear-streaked, flushed red, lips stretched around him and the fucking bulge in your throat is gonna send him off.
You looked so pretty, your pretty little lips wrapped around his cock, with your knees on the ground, your hair not disheveled yet but a little messy, your cute little cheeks a bit pink, you were being such a good girl for him right now, letting him use you like this. God coming home to this after patrolling he felt like he was being rewarded, he sighed in ecstasy as he kept fucking in your mouth.
You felt his tip reach deep into your throat, and you gagged again, a wet, choked sound as he kept fucking deeply. He cursed under his breath, his words fragmented by pleasure.
“Yeah just like that damn-shit…” Mark let out, his eyes rolling back a little in his skull at the sight of you on your knees, letting him use your mouth, letting him use you how he wanted to.
He thrusted a few more times, his grip on your hair tugging him deeper into your mouth. Then he stilled, his body tensing. You felt it now the thick, warm ropes of his cum erupting, dripping into your mouth and you gulped, swallowing it all, and he was still coming, a continuous flow. Finally, he pulled his cock out with a wet pop.
You breathed out, your head bowing low, panting fast. A dribble of cum leaked from the corner of your mouth.
Mark didn’t let you rest, he hauled you up immediately, his hands strong and sure. Then he spun you around, pushed you onto the bed with a force that was firm, but not brutal. You were on the mattress, and he was on you, literally, his weight pinning you.
He was on you, his lips pressed onto yours as he kissed you deeply, his muscular thigh nudging between your legs to keep them spread. He wasn’t giving you a moment to breathe. His tongue shelved itself deeper into your mouth like he owned it, and his hands moved to your waist, palming you there before his fingers returned to the ribbons.
He pulled away, looking at you. His hunger had multiplied, a look ready to devour you.
“This goes first,” Mark whispered, his gaze fixed on the ribbons holding your lingerie together.
He finally loosened the knot near your hips. It went loose, the fabric falling away, pooling onto the mattress. He tossed it aside carelessly, before his eyes dropped to your wet, glistening cunt. You were so wet, the little fabric hiding your little pussy folds, soaked through.
He wasted no time.
Immediately, he trailed kisses down your stomach, to your inner thighs, and you felt him hook his strong arms around your thighs, pulling them over his shoulders. His face was inches from your cunt. And he didn’t just lick.
He dove.
He didn’t start slow. He latched his lips onto your cunt and sucked, hard, fast.
Your back arched off the bed, your eyes blown wide as a high-pitched moan ripped from your throat. His sucking wasn’t gentle, it was frantic, desperate.
“Mark… oh my god…” you let out, ecstasy painting your face as your eyes fluttered shut, as you felt his tongue flatten against your pussy folds, and sucked the nub into his mouth, switching back and forth.
He lapped at your pussy furiously, his nose diving in to get more of your taste on his tongue. He thrusted his tongue into your gummy walls, a deep, penetrating invasion. Your thighs shook, your head twisted into the bed sheets, eating you out like it’s gonna be the last ever meal he would ever eat in his life.
His tongue then moved to circle your clit, fast and relentless. You felt it immediately, you literally came so fast. You cried out, a sharp, broken sound. Your pussy felt overstimulated immediately from his tongue, and your hips twisted instinctively to get away, but his arms caged you, iron-tight, holding you firmly against his lips. Your juices coated his tongue, his jaw, his chin. He was not done. Oh, not a chance.
He pulled you closer to his mouth, continuing to lap at your cunt like it was sweet nectar, his groans vibrated against your pussy folds, murmurs of “so sweet” mixing with the wet sounds. It was too much. Your soft, high-pitched cries filled the room, a symphony of pleasure. His lips were latched onto your pussy like he wasn’t letting go.
“Mark, fuck, I’m…” you let out, your eyes rolling slightly as you felt your second orgasm creeping in. The warm, tight feeling coiled in your tummy again. Your legs shook more and more, and his tongue just shoved inside your pussy again, faster, deeper.
You came again. Your lips parted as you gasped, more of your juices coating his mouth. He just drank you in like it was the last thing he could consume.
But he wasn’t done still.
He kept sucking, licking, fucking you with his tongue, more rounds of overstimulation, more sounds of him sucking on your cunt echoed in the room and by the time he pulled away, it was probably… your fourth time? You lay exhausted on the bed, your body a limp, spent thing-
His lips pulled away, and his jaw was glistening with your juices. He looked wrecked, he then leaned over you, his eyes crawling all over your body and your face. You looked out of it, your eyes glossy and half-lidded from the pleasure, your lips swollen a bit red from his kisses.
“Don’t tap out yet, baby. ‘m not done,” Mark murmured, his voice a low, determined promise, he backed you further into the headboard of the bed, his hands palming your thighs and pulling your hips closer to him. His other hand gripped you, spreading your thighs wider on the bed, opening you all the way up. His cock was furiously hard again, more pre-cum leaking from the tip.
He immediately circled it against your pussy lips, a slick, teasing drag and he did not wait, he entered you in one long, unbroken thrust.
You let out a shaky “ah” from your lips, and more tears drenched your eyes because the pleasure was too much, overwhelming as he seated his hips and bottomed out to the hilt inside you. You were so full, so stretched, you felt his cock twitch inside you, and then his head tilted over, kissing your neck before his lips touched your ear.
“I meant it, baby… I’m using you all night,” Mark whispered, his voice low and hot against your ear, he pulled away towering and looming over you, his hands pulling your hips closer and staying there then-
His hips started moving and you literally whimpered and cried out nonstop, his pace was relentless, the pleasure was so intense, so good. His cock pummeled into your pussy, sliding out only to slam back in, a relentless rhythm. His balls tapped against your clit with each thrust, and the sound of skin slapping skin echoed in the room, and more raw moans escaped your throat, like he was fucking them out of you.
“Ah… oh…” you let out, your eyes rolling back as your head lolled to the side.
His hips continued an unforgiving pace. His cock slid out with a wet, sucking sound before slamming back in. He pounded you into the mattress, literally. He angled his hips, hitting that sweet spot deep inside you with every drive. Your thighs shook violently, but he held them apart as he fucked deep into your soul. The sounds of your crying moans and his rough grunts mixed with the wet sounds of fucking, filling the room.
Your mind was full of cotton. You couldn’t think. God, you couldn’t. Just the sensation of him fucking you, the sounds. He wasn’t fucking you gently, with the care he usually showed. No. His thrusts were firm, hard, rough. He was using you. His head tilted back as he kept fucking your pussy hard, making sure it stuck.
“Fuck-fuck, take it all, fuck yeah-” Mark groaned, as his hips kept snapping fast.
You felt it, literally. You moaned as your back arched, and you came again, coating his cock in your juices. But he still kept fucking you through your orgasm, the sensation borderline between overwhelming pleasure and the sharp pain of overstimulation then his hips stilled, buried deep warm, thick ropes of his cum seeped into your pussy folds, filling you. Your eyes rolled back again, a low whimper escaping your lips.
He stayed there for a second, his weight on you, his cock pulsing inside you. His palm rubbed your cheek, tilting your face to look at him. You tried, your eyes slowly fluttering, tears streaking your face.
“You’re gonna be my cocksleeve all night, baby. I’m gonna make sure to fuck this pussy all full with my cum,” Mark murmured, his voice velvety and sweet despite how dirty and sinful his words sounded, and in a blink of an eye, he immediately turned you over on the bed. Your head buried in the sheets, your ass perked in the air. He pulled your hips roughly back to his, his hand landing with a slight crack on your ass-a spank.
You whimpered, the sting mixing with the deep, aching fullness. He kneaded the tender flesh soothingly, then slapped it again, making your cheeks flush a deeper red.
“Just like that, sweetheart-just like how I want you,” he whispered huskily.
You felt his hard tip near your inner thighs again, then the tip pressing into the folds of your cunt, slick with his cum and yours and he finally thrusted back in again, and you let out a muffled moan into the sheets, he stayed there, literally grinding his hips in slow, deep circles, stretching you, filling you. You cried into the bedsheets, the pleasure too much, too deep.
“Mark…ah.. too much…” your muffled whimpers were lost in the pillows.
He grunted again, his hips then moving again. His cock slid out of your cunt with a wet, messy sound, only to slam back in before continuing his rough, punishing pace. His hand just slapped against your ass cheek in response to your whines-
“I get to use you all night. So fucking stay quiet and take it for me, okay?” Mark gritted out, his words unusually being slightly harsh contrast to how usually gentle he is with you, but he fucked you like a man possessed, he kept snapping his hips over and over again, shoving you deeper into the bed, his cock slid out and slammed back in continuously, the wet sounds mixing with the slosh of his cum inside your pussy, his previous load dripping onto the bedsheets beneath you, and you cried out, your head just twisting in the pillows as he kept fucking you harder and harder, as if he was trying etch himself inside you.
His thick cum coated his throbbing cock, making it slicker, allowing him to pound into your soaked pussy even faster and deeper and his pace turned brutal, hips snapping with ferocious rhythm. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back to arch your spine, forcing your moans to fill the room raw, desperate cries echoing off the walls as he railed you relentlessly, your pussy folds, overflowing with his cum, let his shaft glide out to the tip before he drove it balls-deep again, the wet squelch of skin slapping skin punctuating every thrust.
Your mind dissolved into haze, thoughts shattered, no words formed, just more pathetic whimpers and little gasps spilling from your parted lips, a small formed pout on your lips.
He savored the sight, his baby girl utterly wrecked beneath him, eyes rolling white, a trail of drool slipping down your chin. You looked so fucking adorable like this, all limp and obedient under his grip. "Hey…baby… don't black out on me yet," he grinned with a smirk, angling your flushed face toward his, because he wants to see that pretty face of yours, his his hips hammered forward without mercy, and a broken sob escaped you, cheeks flushed red, gaze unfocused and teary.
"M-mm... Ma..." The attempt at his name dissolved into a garbled mess, ending in a feeble hiccup, how cute.
"Shh, ‘s okay baby, no need for words, just keep those pretty lips shut and... fuck..." Mark groaned, lost in the bliss of his cock inside you, your velvety walls clenching greedily around him. His load leaked from your swollen slit, soaking the sheets below. "Just... take this dick…perfectly like that, ‘s all you have to do…" He didn't let up, thrusting over and over, your muffled mewls burying into the rumpled bedding as he chased his next release, as you let out more soft cries.
Your head lolls to the side, cheek pressed into the cool, rumpled sheets, you can’t think straight. Your mind is a blur of sensation, no thoughts in your head except Mark’s cock literally railing you into the bed, and the heat of his skin, and his hands pinning your hips wide apart, it felt so good, all you can do is moan and whimper helplessly into the fabric as he fucks you into the mattress, and how many time had passed you weren’t sure. You didn’t care, just the feeling of him rearranging your insides was scattering your brain.
The pace he sets is relentless, each thrust rocks your entire body forward, some of his warm cum still leaking, pooling down your thighs, along with making it all the more easier for him to fuck you faster, his hands are tight on your hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, holding you in place for his cock.
The wet, slapping sounds of skin on skin are obscenely loud in the quiet room, punctuated by your muffled cries in the bed was music to his ears.
His cock slides out almost completely, the head catching at your entrance, before he rams back in to the hilt.
“That’s it,” Mark groans, his hot breath fanned against the shell of your ear. He’s leaned over you, his chest a hot, sweaty weight against your back. “Look at this pussy stretched all ‘round my cock, look at you.” His words, dripping full of proudness and tenderness send another shiver through you, as he keeps fucking literally deep into your soul, and you gasped, your eyes blown wide.
“Fuck-” he cursed, his hips stuttering for a beat. “My baby girl likes it huh? She likes this cock doesn’t she? hm?” You can’t form words. A broken high pitched, “mhm,” is all you manage, the sound vibrating into the mattress.
He chuckles, a satisfied sound. One hand leaves your hip and slides up your spine, a possessive stroke, before his palm splays between your shoulder blades, pressing you down even further, and the angle changes, and the next thrust hits a spot so deep and so perfect that you see stars.
A sharp, high-pitched cry tears from your throat,
“There it is,” he purrs, He focuses on that angle, his cock driving into that sweet spot, you felt like you were going to be sent over. “C’mon, baby girl, let me hear you, let me hear how good I’m fucking you.” no words left your lips, only soft, broken sobs and breathless moans, he knew that those sobs aren’t from pain or sadness, it was pure bliss, and just full of overwhelm as pleasure borders on too much.
His hips piston into you without mercy, skin slapping against skin in wet, obscene rhythm. His strong hands grip your thighs harder, prying them wider apart and hoisting them up higher, muscles bulging in his forearms as he holds your trembling legs steady even as they go boneless, quivering like jelly, he was keeping you upright, you’re melting into the bed, a puddle of sweat-slicked need, and finally, your lips parted.
“‘S good… so good…mark…” you trail off in a wrecked slur, eyes blurred with hot tears that spill freely down your cheeks, nearly rolling back into your skull from the intensity, and hiccuping sobs wrack your chest, soaking the pillows dark beneath your face.
He drinks in the sight of you, all wrecked, flushed and ruined, marked by his bites and handprints that will probably last to the next morning, his hips never falter, still driving forward with his cock slamming balls-deep in and out of your sopping heat, stretching you wide on every plunge.
“It’s so good…” you babble incoherently, voice cracking as another wave crashes through you.
He leans forward suddenly, his broad chest pressing flush against your sweat-slicked back, the heat of skin seeped through yours, his hot mouth finds your neck, teeth grazing before he nibbles sharply, sucking fresh love bites into the tender skin-purple blooms. Then his hand snakes around, fingers tangling in your hair to tug your head back just enough.
He tilts your chin toward him, crashing his lips onto yours in a tongue-devouring kiss. His tongue fucks into your mouth with the same savage rhythm as his hips, devouring your gasps and little moans while he pounds you harder, faster, deeper. A fat bead of sweat rolls down your spine, tracing the curve of your ass before dripping onto the sheets. Your once-soft hair clings in matted strands to your neck and forehead, heavy with exertion.
He breaks the kiss with a wet pop, lips brushing your ear, “I know, baby. I know… give me just one more, you can do it, sweetheart.”
You shake your head weakly, fresh tears blurring your vision as his hips keep snapping against your ass with punishing force each impact jolting your whole body forward. “S’too much, baby… I can’t…I can’t-” you cry out, voice small and fractured, your pussy spasming erratically around him, and he felt it, you slowly coming undone.
He doesn’t stop. Instead, he turns your face fully into his, lips pressing soft kisses to your tear-streaked cheeks, licking the salt away even as his thrusts hammer on, unrelenting. “You can-fuck I know you can… just come for me, just one more time… soak my cock baby girl, you got it.” His voice is a gravelly murmur against your ear, hot breath fanning your skin while he fucks you through the overload, his free hand sliding down to circle your swollen clit with rough, insistent fingers pushing you higher, and your body caved.
And you feel it building god, you do. The orgasm coils deep in belly, it felt warm, white and hot. your eyes widen in shock, lips parting on a silent scream as it hits, your pussy convulses violently, gushing hot squirt all over his pistoning cock, drenching his balls and thighs in a messy flood. “Fuck-fuck…thats it-” the sensation rips a guttural groan from him he gives one final, brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt as thick ropes of cum erupt from his throbbing shaft, painting your insides white, filling you to overflowing until it leaks out around his girth.
He stays there, locked deep inside your pulsing heat, both of you collapsing forward in a tangle of limbs.
His weight blankets you protectively, chest heaving against your back, cock still twitching with aftershocks as your combined releases drip down your thighs. Neither of you moved for a long moment, just your muffled gasps in the pillows, along with his ragged breaths.
Slowly he pulled out, his thick tip slid out, leaving your entrance, and you felt utterly empty but so full, your pussy folds were filled with the cum, to the point that it was still leaking into the bed, and out of your thighs, and it felt warm and sticky.
He finally collapsed beside you, breath uneven, his arm slipping around your waist as if it belonged there. Without thinking, he pulled you closer, guiding your head to rest against his chest. His heartbeat was still racing beneath your cheek.
His lips found you again-slow this time. Your hairline, your temple, your damp cheeks… lingering, softer now. When he reached your lips, the kiss was gentler, almost reverent, like he was savoring the moment rather than chasing it.
You let out a quiet, exhausted breath, your fingers curling loosely into the fabric beneath you.
“God…” he murmured, his voice low and warm. “You took me like that… you did so good. So, so good.”
The praise made your chest tighten in the best way. You gave a small nod, your eyes half-lidded as a faint, tired smile tugged at your lips. Your whole body felt heavy, completely spent, and completely sore down there… you could already tell tomorrow was going to remind you of tonight in every little movement.
“You okay, baby?” Mark whispered, his lips brushing near your ear, his breath warm and grounding.
“Mhm…” you managed softly, barely more than a hum.
He smiled against your skin, clearly unconvinced but reassured enough, and kissed you again once, twice like he couldn’t quite stop himself.
For a while, neither of you said anything. The room settled into a quiet calm, the only sounds of your breathing slowly evening out and the faint rustle of the sheets beneath you. It was just you and him, tangled together in warmth and closeness.
Mark shifted slightly, just enough to look at you properly, his hand came up to brush a strand of hair from your face, his gaze softening as he took you in, your body instinctively moved closer, even though there was barely any distance left to close.
He huffed out a quiet laugh, shaking his head a little, his eyes still on you, looking at you like you were everything. “That might’ve been the best birthday present ever.”
Your lips twitched a little, and you smiled up at him teasingly. “Might’ve?” he grinned faintly, his thumb tracing slow, absent patterns along your arm. “Okay-definitely.” His gaze drifted, taking in the marks he’d left behind, his cum leaking out of your pretty cunt, his expression shifting into something softer, almost awed.
“So pretty,” he murmured under his breath, your lashes fluttered at that, warmth creeping up your cheeks as you held his gaze. For a second, everything felt still-quiet, full, complete, then your eyes widened slightly, and Mark saw it change in your face.
“Oh wait… Mark,” you said, a little sheepish now. “I, uh… I got you something else too.”
His brows lifted immediately, surprise flickering across his face. “What? After all that?” he teased, a small laugh escaping him, and he pulled you a little closer to his chest looking at you intrigued. “What is it?”
You leaned closer, your lips brushing his ear as you whispered, “The latest Seance Dog edition comics… signed and… maybe some merch I thought you’d like.” you pulled back just enough to see his reaction and it was instant, his eyes widen in surprise and he was giving you the most cutest gentle puppy look ever despite fucking your brains out earlier, he looked so giddish and happy.
“Babe… you didn’t have to-wait, seriously?” he said flabbergasted, blinking like he was trying to process it, you nodded slowly, smiling at how genuinely stunned he looked, he then sat up a little to try to look for where it was in the room but then you felt his warm furnace of a body disappear which you were quite enjoying before he moved, you still gently pulled him back down your arms wrapped around his waist, “Babe? Where is it??” He looked at you like a child that got his first birthday present which technically it was like that, “Somewhere in the room baby, maybe in the drawers, look for it later, ‘m enjoying your cuddles right now.” you mumbled which caused him to snort a little, you looked so cute. He sighed and kissed your cheeks, before murmuring a disappointed ‘fine’ under his breath but it wasn’t out of actual disappointment, he was far from that.
“But still that’s-” he cut himself off with a soft, disbelieving laugh, pulling you in again. His hands cradled your face as he pressed quick, affectionate kisses across your cheeks, your forehead, the corner of your lips, and you giggled.
“You’re literally the best girlfriend ever,” he murmured into your hair, his voice full of warmth which you let out a small laugh, nudging him lightly. “I think I already gave you a pretty good gift before that.” the notion behind your words, he pulled back just enough to look at you, one brow lifting with a playful glint in his eyes. “Yeah,” he said slowly, “you really did.”
His fingers trailed lazily from your shoulder down your arm, then back up again, like he couldn’t quite stop touching you.
“But now,” he added, his voice dropping slightly, softer, “you’ve set the bar kinda unfairly high.” you hummed, tilting your head. “Oh? Sounds like a challenge.” He smiled at that, something fond and a little mischievous settling in his expression. His hand slipped back to your waist, pulling you just a bit closer.
“Mm… I dunno,” he mumbled, pretending to think. “I just know I’m gonna have to go all out for your birthday.”
“Oh yeah?” you teased. “And what does ‘all out’ mean to you?” His eyes flickered over your face, then down briefly before returning to yours, his smile softening.
“It means,” he said quietly, brushing his thumb over your cheek, “making you feel exactly like you made me feel tonight.” Your breath caught slightly at that, the sincerity in his voice outweighing the teasing.
“Completely spoiled?” you asked lightly, he shook his head, leaning in until his forehead rested against yours.
“Completely loved,” he corrected, the words lingered between you, warm and steady.
You smiled, closing your eyes for a second as your hand found his, fingers intertwining lazily, and your face moved to nuzzle in his neck, you felt his big arms wrap around you and the other just brushing your hair, humming.
“Well,” you murmured, your voice soft with sleep starting to creep in, “you’ve got time to plan.”
He chuckled quietly, pressing one last gentle kiss to your lips, and you let out a soft sigh, as you melted further into his warm embrace, smiling satisfiedly.
He’s just big. Too big. Broad shoulders that feel like walls—mountains you cling to when you’re on top, desperate for leverage, desperate for him. His arms flex when he pulls you closer, biceps straining against your body, wrapping you up like you’re something small, something fragile. His hands cover too much at once, palms so wide they could swallow your waist whole, fingers digging into your skin until you feel branded.
When you ride him, it’s those shoulders you hang on to, nails clawing into the solid curve of them, your cries muffled against his neck. He doesn’t mind. He never does. He just groans, low and wrecked, holding you steady as your hips stutter. “I know,” he murmurs, voice all gravel and warmth, “I know, baby. I know that dick is big.”
Effortlessly. He picks you up like you weigh nothing, your legs still trembling around his waist, and sets you on the bed without breaking rhythm. His frame eclipses yours, back broad enough to cover you entirely, blocking out the world until all you can see is him, feel is him.
The mirror on the ceiling doesn’t lie. It shows how small you are beneath him, his body spilling over yours, swallowing you whole. Every thrust shakes through you, every roll of his hips forcing you deeper into the mattress. He doesn’t just fuck you. He drowns you—blankets you with his size until you’re gasping his name, pulling him closer, begging for more.
Thick hot ropes of cum fill up your sore pussy, He pushes himself deeper into you, which makes you claw his back with your nails, moaning in pure ecstasy. “You're gonna cum for me again, right, my slutty girl?”
And he gives it, again and again, until you can’t tell where you end and he begins.
his dick is heavy in his hand, flushed and leaking, the head slick as he runs it slowly through the slippery mess between your thighs. your folds are swollen, twitching with every brush of his tip.
his voice is rough when he whispers, “gonna ease it in, baby… s’gonna feel big. you tell me if it’s too much, alright?”
but you’re already nodding, legs spread wide, cunt stretched open and aching for him. the first inch pushes past your entrance and your body clenches around him immediately, sucking him in with a wet, squelching noise that makes his whole body jolt.
“oh—oh, sweetheart…”
his dick is so fat it forces your walls to stretch around him, snug and slippery and tight, and he’s biting his lip hard to keep himself from rutting deeper too fast. the air’s full of heat and moans, your gasps high and breathy while his are low, cracked, almost desperate.
he’s panting into your neck, trembling from restraint as he feeds you more. your pussy gives a sticky noise each time his hips nudge forward, and you can feel the drag of every vein along your inner walls, your muscles fluttering like you’re trying to spit him out but pull him deeper at the same time.
by the time he’s halfway in, your nails are digging into his back and your thighs are starting to shake. there’s a thick pressure deep in your belly, like your body’s being filled too full, and when you glance down, you can see the faint outline of him under your skin, stretching you out from the inside.
“just a lil’ more,” he groans, voice cracked. “you’re taking it—so good, baby, so soft down there, you’re squeezing me real tight…”
you whimper as he finally bottoms out, dick buried to the base, the thick root of it pressed firm against your overstretched entrance. he doesn’t move, breathing hard against your cheek, both of you dizzy from how deep he is.
your cunt pulses around him, dripping mess down onto the hairy base of his cock.
his hand finds your lower belly, palm spreading over that swollen spot where his dick bulges inside you.
“look at that,” he murmurs, in awe. “my sweet girl’s stuffed so full.”
he doesn’t even need to move. just the feeling of being buried inside you for the first time, the sight of your pussy stretched wide around him, your gasping mouth, your fluttering lashes, your slick dripping onto his thighs—it’s all too much.
he grinds in once—just to feel the way you tremble—and you both moan at the same time, breath tangled, filthy and flushed and soaking the bed.
and when he finally pulls back to push in again slow and deep, your whole body arches.
“there you go,” he groans, voice ruined. “that’s it, baby. open up f’me.”
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