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blood room

prompt: voyeurism/cameras

words: 1.4k

tags/// fem!reader x mark griffin, knife play, genital knife play, cutting, blood

“Fuck, look at you,” Mark breathed, dragging the small blade of his knife against your skin, not enough to draw blood, but enough to threaten to cut. “Does that hurt?” 

“A-A little,” you panted. Your heart pounded in your chest. Knife play wasn’t something the two of you had done yet, nor was it something you thought that you’d be into, but you were willing to try for him. 

“Would you like it to hurt more?” he asked genuinely. The knife dug deeper into your skin just a tick and you hissed through your teeth. 

“No—this is okay,” you said. You liked pain, but this was a different type of play for you. 

“Shame, where’s your sense of adventure, hm?” he teased, but he eased up on the pressure, dragging the blade down the side of your belly, a small dribble of blood finally beading up out of your skin. 

“Mark—“ you gasped. You barely felt the cut, he was so skilled with the knife, but the sharp sting afterwards throbbed subtly. 

“Look at the camera, pretty, it’s watching you,” he interrupted, taking your chin in his hand so he could turn your head towards it. The light flashed red, indicating that you were being recorded, just as you’d been so many times before. 

“Is—is that really necessary?” you asked. It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy being recorded, just that he insisted on doing it every time. 

“Is what necessary?” he asked, looking confused. 

“You always record us…” you murmured. 

“I like it. Do you not?” He looked upset at the implication and a little hurt. 

“No…I-I do,” you stammered, not wanting to hurt his feelings, “I just hah—“ your words were cut off when he made a small cut against your belly. 

“I like watching them back…seeing the way I’ve made you feel. Your expressions are so sweet,” he praised, moving the knife away from your skin to inspect it. There was a small trail of blood glistening against the metal and he cleaned it off with his pointer finger, dragging it across his tongue just to taste you. 

“Mark—“ The sight made something warm spark in your belly, much to your surprise, thighs squeezing together. 

“Do you want this?” he asked. “I’m going to ask you one last time before we begin.” 

He looked serious, clutching the knife in his hand, intentionally keeping it far away from your body until you told him otherwise. 

“I do want this,” you agreed, and you did. “Just—go slow, okay? I’ve never done this before…” 

“Of course, we will go at the pace you desire,” he said, stepping in between your thighs now. He was completely naked, his cock bouncing between his legs, already hard from the little cuts he’d already made on your body. “You are okay with me cutting you, yes?” 

You nodded. “Don’t go too deep.” 

“I won’t unless you ask,” he assured you, dropping the knife between your legs. He pressed the flat end of it against your cut, keeping the blade away from your sensitive parts, and dragged it up teasingly. It brushed against your clit, making you gasp from the small spark of pleasure. 

The knife found its way to the piece of skin underneath your belly button, the very tip of it pressing in hard enough to sting, but not penetrate, before he brought the blade all the way up to your breasts, teasing it against your nipples. 

The stimulation was soft and sharp, a soft stinging that made you mewl and press up into the touch. 

Mark laughed at your sudden enthusiasm. “You like it? My little toy loves the threat, doesn’t she?” 

You bit your lip and nodded. “Could you, uhm, cut me again?” you asked softly. You wanted to feel the sharp sting again. 

“Of course. Where would you like it?” he whispered. There were so many places he wanted to draw blood from, all of them intimate and delicate, but he wouldn’t do that to you, not yet. 

“Below my nipple?” you breathed and Mark chuckled.

“What a bold first choice,” he exclaimed. The knife was immediately pressed to your areola, simply gliding across your skin at first, appreciating the way your nipple hardened, before he pressed down and cut the smallest little cut into you. 

He watched as the blood leaked down your breast, his cock throbbing at the very sight. He was so aroused that he had to resist the urge to slam into you immediately. 

You moaned at the burning pain, tilting your head back with a gasp. “Pinch my nipple,” you begged. 

Mark complied, squeezing your nipple in between his fingers, the pinching sensation amplifying the pain from the cut. 

“Oh—yes!” 

“Tell me where else you want it,” he whispered, feeling antsy to mark you all over. His voice quivered with need. 

“Put it against my pussy again,” you begged, cunt clenching at the very thought. “O-On my clit. Don’t cut me—just—press it against it. Please.” 

Mark’s face lit up at the request. “Ah, there’s that sense of adventure I was talking about,” he grinned, bringing the knife down to your cunt, doing exactly as you asked. He pressed the very tip of it against your swollen little clit just enough for you to feel it. 

You moaned softly, your thighs trembling, a gush of slick leaving you. Your heart pounded in your chest at the feeling, fight or flight instincts kicking in naturally. 

“Mark,” you cried. The adrenaline coursed through you, making you feel bold and desperate. You wanted it to hurt. Your clit was throbbing with an excruciating need—you needed to cum, and you needed it fast. 

“Rub my clit with it,” you breathed. “God, please, I don’t care if you cut me, just do it.” 

Mark was practically trembling now. He didn't think that you would let him do half of what you were asking, his need was just as bad if not worse than yours. 

He forced his hand to steady and began to rub the knife against you, pressing the sharp tip against it every few seconds so that you could feel it. He didn’t want to cut you yet, that would be too much all at once, but god could he see how much your pussy was leaking for him. 

“Like this?” he asked. 

You nodded rapidly. “Yes—mmh—fuck. Choke me, please—“ 

His hand wrapped around your neck, squeezing hard, almost cumming when he watched the way your eyes rolled back into your head and your tongue lulled out of your mouth. Your hips ground up into the touch subtly, trying to get the knife to press harder into your clit, and Mark watched you in utter awe. 

He’d never seen you like this before, so desperate to be hurt. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured. “My masochistic princess, I adore watching you.” 

The red light of the camera was still flashing a few feet away. “Look at the camera again, darling,” he whispered, “let it see how much you love this, yeah? Don’t look away. Not even when you cum.” 

You turned your head to the side, letting your blissed out expression be captured in all its glory. That’s when Mark let the knife glide against your skin, cutting the smallest little cut against your throbbing clit. 

You came immediately, scream muffled from his hand around your neck, your hips humping into the tip knife to get it to hurt more. 

Mark removed his hand and the knife as soon as you came down, a damp cloth immediately pressed to your cunt to stop the blood. There wasn’t a lot, the cut wasn’t that deep at all, but you appreciated the thought anyway. 

“Oh—“ you breathed. “Wow…”

“You liked it?” he asked shakily. 

You nodded. “Of course. Yes.” You blinked up at the ceiling lazily, panting. “Can you—do one last thing?” 

“Of course, what is it, my love?” 

“Cut your name into my skin.” 

Mark’s heart throbbed. He brought the knife between your legs with a shaky breath, pressing it against the soft skin of your inner thigh. 

The name Mark was slowly cut into the skin of your thigh, deep enough for blood to pool down your skin, but not enough to scar. At most it would be there for a week before healing over, and you found yourself a little disappointed by that fact. Maybe something to explore another time. 

“How does it look?” you asked. 

“Beautiful,” he murmured. “So beautiful, thank you.”

“You didn’t cum,” you rasped, eyeing his throbbing erection. 

Mark had almost completely forgotten about it. He wrapped his hand around his cock with a hiss. “Would you let me fuck you?”  Your thighs squeezed together again. “Please.”

[strwbrryelle]

kinktober day XX

pairing; mark x reader

prompt; cockwarming

word count; 1.1k

“Mark-”

“Oh, hush now, pet.”

Your answering whine gets you a gentle pat on your thigh, a warning. Mark’s busy clicking here or there, working with the program open on the monitor that you can’t understand no matter how much he explains.

You squirm atop his lap, stretched open on his half hard cock, whining softer this time. You’ve been sat here for half an hour, not allowed to move at all. His one hand keeps wandering by the hem of your skirt, panties on the floor, making you pout.

“Mark..” You try again, petulant.

“Pet.”

The sharp tone has you biting on your lower lip, stifling a whimper as his hand inches higher. Your cunt throbs, fluttering over his shaft to coax him harder again. Your back is flush to his chest, hands planted on the countertop in front of you, making sure not to bump into any keys or buttons.

“Please?”

“Please..?” He mocks, tone amused, fingers spreading along the inner of your thigh. “Please what, pet.”

“Can I move?” The question is a bit exasperated, upset, huffing as you turn your head to look at him.

“No.” Torturously so, his hand moves higher, resting at the apex of your thighs, a fingertip ghosting along your swollen clit. Your hips jump forward, and the response earns you a sharp slap on your hip. “Behave. Stay still.”

Your knees press together, whimpering softly as your knuckles go pale with the grip you have on the edge of the counter. “But-.. c’mon.. ‘s been half an hour.. I can’t take it anymore..”

Mark’s hand stops moving, fingertips pressing firmly into your plush flesh. He tuts, shaking his head. “But you can. I said sit still, so you’re going to sit still for another half hour.”

“What?” You squeal, almost throwing a tantrum at this point. You squirm on his lap, rutting forward on his cock. Mostly hard, he just perfectly nudges that spongy spot, forcing your body to soak his lap further with your own slick.

“No.”

Both hands grab your hips, stilling you with easy strength, tight enough that he’s probably leaving bruises on you.

“If you don’t behave, I won’t touch you for hours after I take you home.”

You know he’s serious, considering he’s done it before, never going back on his word when it’s a threat like that. It makes you whimper, sniffling quietly while your cunt flutters at his mean tone, wishing he would just move. But no, you’re forced to sit, speared on his cock, keeping him warm while he works.

“But-..”

“No buts. Good pets don’t throw temper tantrums.”

The rough squeeze on your hips in enough punctuation, one hand leaving to go back to the computer mouse. There’s a petulant noise caught in your throat, but you try to settle down, staring at the monitors to try and make sense of what he’s doing.

You only last maybe five more minutes before your thighs shake, hips twitching instinctively again with a whiny noise. “Mark- seriously..”

The hand that was mindlessly massaging your thigh, which wasn’t helping your case at all, now stills.

“You keep whining, pet, and I’m going to spank you.”

He’s trying to give you the benefit of the doubt, to give you more than one warning. “You don’t want that to happen, do you?” His hand inches upwards again.

Despite the upset cry you give in response, Mark still feels the way the threat makes your pussy clench, leaking globs of slick around his shaft, making a mess of the front of his plaid boxers. Your eyes flutter, clit throbbing with the want to be touched, just begging for attention beneath your skirt.

He takes your silence as enough of an answer, tsking, “Now hush, behave.”

Instead of doing something to ease your suffering, he removes his hand, clicking on a few things before reaching for the over ear headphones on the table, placing them on your head. “Be helpful and give this a listen.”

You blink, confused at the instructions before he clicks play on something. His hands drop back down, both on your thighs now, keeping you still despite how badly you just want to plant your feet on the ground and start bouncing.

The audio plays, soft, deep music, and.. is that your own voice moaning? The moans are clearly yours, soft, high pitched whimpers and whines, mixing in with the low bass. Your cheeks burn a flaming hot, watching his hands on slip further up your skirt before you turn to look at him.

A low groan plays, one that’s from him now, mixing in with your noises. Your tip toes press onto the carpet, trying to tense your muscles to move, feeling a bit of heat flush your entire body now.

“Uh uh uh,” Mark shakes his head, the sound muffled some behind the headphones. His blunt nails dig into your skin, biting hard and leaving little crescent shapes. “You like how it sounds so far?”

You press your thighs together, feeling your clit twitch, a slick noise clacking from between your legs. “Mark..” You mumble, pouting, feeling your eyes burn a bit with frustration.

“Pet, oh, pet, pet, pet..” He hums, leaning back in his chair some more, relaxing, adjusting his hips up in a rough yet single thrust, smirking slightly at the yelp you give. “Mark, Mark, Mark..” He mocks now, taunting you.

“You just can’t sit still for me, really?”

He eases you back with him, the perfect angle to press soft kisses on the side of your neck, slow. One particular one, where his lips part and he suckles gently, makes you jerk, hips rutting in a sharp grind as you squeal out.

“Mark!”

You can’t help it, not when he’s fully hard inside you, feeling like he’s deep in your tummy, pussy almost numb with the pleasure.

The headphones are yanked off your head, tossed aside in an instant as he stands and takes you with him.

“Ah!” You cry out, accidentally knocking over a paper weight and an empty coffee cup from earlier in the night. Your face is smushed against the cold counter, held still by a hand on the side of your head while his cock slips free from you.

Mark pays no attention to the shiny mess staining your thighs, the way your cunt gapes and clenches on nothing now.

“You’re too impatient, my pet.” He mutters, exasperated.

His free hand comes down onto your ass, hard, and you suddenly regret how misbehaving you’ve been the last forty-five minutes as you sob, jerking against the table.

“Always so eager.” He says it like an insult, like it’s a bad thing. “I thought you would’ve learnt your lesson.”

[strwbrryelle]

kinktober day VII

pairing; ghost!mark x reader

prompt; ghost sex

word count; 2.2.k

The dark atmosphere of your room is accentuated by the lamp on your vanity, some string lights haphazardly over your headboard setting the mood as you press play on your CD player, figuring whatever is in there from last time will be good enough.

Dressed in some fresh pajamas, you pull back the comforter on your bed, sprawling out onto the sheets with a tired sigh. Your hands smooth down your front, over your boobs, rubbing down the plane of your tummy, just trying to let your limbs relax as a soft guitar plays. You should recognize the tune, but you’re much too worked up.

Between your thighs, your cunt throbs, neglected, only hesitating for half a moment before grogginess gets the better of you, rolling over onto your belly to slowly grind your hips down. It’s slow, and for a few seconds, you think you might just end up going to bed despite the aching arousal coursing through you.

The mattress dips behind you, the weight of someone else as the first song fades and another picks up.

“Pretty hard to relax with the music so loud, isn’t it?” Marks voice cuts through the air, chilly fingertips brushing the back of one of your thighs.

You help, flipping over onto your back with a startled breath.

Huffing, disappointed, you flop back and whine at him. “Oh, c’mon, Mark. Just ten minutes by myself.”

Said ghost leans over you, one hand on either side as he hovers. A smug smile spreads on his lips, brows raising at the mild tantrum you throw. “Oh, darling. Ten minutes? Not while I’m around.”

It’s been at least a month, maybe a bit longer, since he appeared. Since you brought home that stack of CD’s from the thrift. A particular one with a frantically scribbled background and a handsome man with long hair on the front. Songs for a Black Flame. Since then, Mark’s been attached to your home.

And since then.. you haven’t had any time to get off.

You whine petulantly, rubbing your hands down your face. “Can’t you go out in the living room? I’d like to-.. y’know..”

Your ghostly roommate hums, amused as he lets a hand drift over your outer thigh, slipping a thumb over the top. “You’d like to what? Relax?” He plays stupid, thumb just an inch shy of brushing over your clothed clit.

You almost whimper, brows furrowing as you push up onto both of your elbows to stare at him. “What’re you doing?”

The smirk on his face widens, slipping cold fingers under your shirt, lightly tugging at the fabric. “Playing with you.” The answer is blunt, his accent thick. “Now be a good girl and take this off for me.”

You twitch at the touch, feeling tickled from the chilled aura around him, just barely whining, “Mark..” Apprehension floods your head, glancing up at him as his hand flattens between your tits.

They continue their path, up along your sternum, chilling the valley of your breasts with a predatory grin. “What? Don’t act like you haven’t thought about this before.” His knees spread some so he can roll his hips down, rutting the impressive bulge in his dark jeans against your thigh.

His presence is heavy but cold, sending goosebumps up your spine as you whimper. “Hey-” You grab onto his biceps, gasping. Just the sight sends another leak of slick into your panties.

He can practically smell you, shifting your legs over his lap so he can rut against your clothed cunt, honey hair tickling your face as he leans down. “You’re soaked, just for me, huh?”

“Not- for you!” You yelp, even as your back arches and you squirm under him, not making any real moves to stop him. “I was already-“ You start to excuse before your cheeks burn in embarrassment.

One hand gropes over a tit, meanly pinching your nipple until it hardens with the chill. “Already this wet by yourself? That’s filthy.”

His hips shift, grinding his cock against your covered slit, rutting forward into the damp spot while his free thumb finds your clit to rub slowly. “You’re just that much of a little pervert?”

Your face burns, a considerable heat that would probably sting him if he touched it. With your neck craning, tossing your head back, you arch up and whine, squeezing your eyes shut tightly. “Awh- shit-“

The little squeaks coming from your mouth are addicting, fueling his ego, fattening his cock. “Oh, pet, look at you. It’s been a long time since someone’s touched you, huh?”

A gasp escapes you at the chill of his tongue, his lips pressing open mouthed to under your jaw. Your hands squeeze onto his bicep, grumbling a stammered complaint. “Not like I could- do anything with you here-”

Mark leans back, twisting his hand to gently rub his fingers down over the growing wet patch on your panties, rutting against his own fingers. His expression is smug, eyes lidded, darker than normal.

“Oh, haven’t even been able to touch yourself? Poor girl..” he tsks, shaking his head in faux sympathy. “That’s very unfair of me, isn’t it, pet? I’m so mean..”

You writhe beneath him, squirming your hips up to get more with a breathy moan, “Yeah..”

Those blues flicker with satisfaction, getting rid of your shorts and panties, tossing them over onto the floor. Fingers finds your soaked folds immediately, notching onto against your twitching hole with a low groan.

The direct contact has you jolting, a rush of goosebumps covering your legs, arching your back up sharply.

“Holy-” His fingers are cold, almost sharp as they explore your cunt.

“Oh, just desperate for anything, hm? My poor pet.” A finger sinks inside slowly, like an ice cube as you cry softly. Your heels dig into the bed, pushing up into his hand once his other knuckles press against your clit.

A harsh breath is inhaled, his own cock throbbing at how warm you are, tight, sopping wet. You respond to his sweet words with a flutter of your walls, making him coo. “How long has it been, huh?”

The drag of his finger is mouth watering, knuckles catching at your rim as they slide in and out. You blink a few times, eyes dazed as you glance down between your thighs, squirming against the soft sheets, watching the veins on his arm stand out, “I- don’t know.” You whine, huffing as he keeps the same slow pace.

“‘s.. maybe a month, right?”

His hand slows down in response, trying not to burst out laughing. “A month. Haven’t cum in a month. You poor darling, you must be in agony.”

You actually feel your eyes fill with tears, body jerking with a twitch as you moan pitifully. “Oh my God that feels so good,” you mutter, the words rushed out in one breath as your thighs twitch uncontrollably, hips rutting into the friction as that long finger curls up. “‘m gonna-“

Mark fucks his finger in and out slowly, pumping the cold digit whilst letting the flat of his thumb find your neglected clit, rubbing over slippery slick skin. The yelp you give it cute, makes him puff his chest as he listens to the lewd and wet squelch of your pussy.

“Right there, mm? So close, just need a little.. push..”

Long fingers press on either side of your neck, making your eyes widen a little before he settles some pressure into those fingers.

You gasp, grabbing at his forearm with scratching nails, your hips bucking wildly as you cum. It’s quick, intense, mind numbing as he rubs over that spongey spot, dragging out the pleasure, feeling your clit twitch under his touch. He groans, letting you breathe better now as he talks you through it.

“That’s it, pet, easy. Bet that feels so good, doesn’t it?” No longer holding your throat, his free hand flies to his jeans, undoing the little button hurriedly.

Your eyes roll so far back into your skull that it hurts, trembling over his finger. Unlike a living man, Mark’s fingers stay freezing, doubling the sensitivity against your walls as you weep quietly.

You’re left panting while he sheds his clothes, groaning once he grabs you and flips you over onto your belly. You grunt, cold hands yanking your hips up so he can obscenely spread your ass, watching the drool of cum leak from your twitching hole with awed eyes.

“Fuck,” he swipes a thumb along your slit, spreading the mess around in slow strokes. There’s a hard smack over one of your cheeks, watching the flesh bounce with appreciation.

“Mark!” You yelp, crying sharply at the hit. Your back bends, pushing your ass back into his hands, panting heavily into the pillow your face is stuffed into.

Those long fingers grip over your hip, soothing the stinging of your ass while he lines his cock up. The mushroomed head notches against your rim, the whisper of a cold piercing biting your skin, pushing in with ease considering how slick you are, dragging groans from both of you.

“Fuuuck, feel that? This is what you’ve been wanting, yeah?”

Your ears ring as you rock against the mattress, shoved further into the pillows with the smacking of his hips. You squeal, nearly going limp as he fucks you. His cock is icy cold, pressing deeper than you thought something could even go, stretching you out nicely without it being too painful, making your thighs tremble with sharp overstimulation each time that cold metal nudges your g-spot.

Once buried to the hilt, Mark can’t help but let out a low string of curses, feeling your silky walls flutter to keep him close. His body lays over yours, forehead pressing between your shoulder blades with a heavy breath, lips planting a few kisses there.

“Feels so good, fuck, so warm..”

Just as much as you’re enjoying the icy chill, he’s enjoying the heat. You’re slick, wet, velvety soft, limbs radiating heat as a tacky sweat begins to cover your body. A moan tumbles from your lips, turning your head some to try and get closer, whining.

“Mar- hah!”

His mouth presses down, peppering a couple kisses onto your shaking shoulder before his teeth sink in to bite, almost growling as his hips rut down slowly. The tip of his cock nudges your cervix, grinding into the spongey flesh there and twitching when you squeal his name again.

“That good?” He pants, nosing beneath your ear.

“Oh my- shiiit- uh huh!” Your face scrunches up, jaw dropping with panting whines. He abandons you, sitting up on his knees so he can watch the way his cock fucks into you, disappearing into puffy lips. Your ass is arched out, plush flesh jiggling with each thrust, punching pitiful moans out of you.

His fingers of one hand skirt along your ankle, gently holding just for the touch, whilst the other lands another sharp hit onto your cheek, his lips dropping open to moan at the squeal you give in response.

“Should’ve done this earlier- oh, shit.”

Your pussy flutters over his cock, long shaft fucking into you harder. It’s filthy, yet so casual, like you’ve done this a hundred times before.

“Hah!” You yelp as he shifts, yanking you upright, held by his free hand now on your throat, the other flying to your clit. A lewd smacking ricochets off the walls, drowning out the music still playing from your bedside. You grab at his arms wildly, jaw dropped open for a litany of whiny moans to spill out. That coil tightens immediately, making your thighs shake so weakly that you’re thankful for the way he keeps you held up.

“Ohh, gonna cum again? It’s only been a couple minutes.”

“Shut- up!” The petulant whine makes him laugh, even as tears blur your eyesight as you knock your head back into his shoulder.

“Poor pet,” he coos, three fingers rubbing circles over your puffy clit, “been missin’ this huh?”

Between the taunting words, the tightening grasp over your throat which makes your babbling noises strain and cut off, and the relentless rubbing on your clit, you can’t hold it. Your body jerks, bucking your hips down onto his cock with a sharp and whiny cry, trembling from head to toe. You claw at his arm, reaching a hand back for his hip, and if here were living, your nails would leave marks.

The intensity sends a shock up Mark’s spine, his hips pressing tight to your ass as he cums. The feeling makes you weep, icy cum drooling into you as he growls against your shoulder, his cock jumping.

He lets your body flops down, watching the way you twitch against the bed. A hand rubs your sweaty back, cooing softly in a more affectionate manner now. He inhales a deep breath, taking in your sweet scent, your warmth, exhaling cold air against your skin.

“Alright, pet?”

The chill of his body is welcome, comforting on your heated skin as he concentrates and lets the temperature drop a little more. You nearly purr, nuzzling against the pillow as you blindly reach back for him. Mark catches your hand, letting out a soft laugh as he presses a kiss to your palm before his fingers interlock with your own and his body lays behind you, cuddling against your back.

Cold teeth nip at your neck, crooning, “You’re not worn out already, are you? We’ve barely started.”

[walkersbeloved]

Oof! That body worship headcanon of a sadist Mark got me feral! I can imagine the character having a soft spot for a plus-size person. More flesh to grab and cut into.

yes i think that mark would be very obsessed with bodies and anatomy and all the different ways that bodies look. he takes body worship very seriously. having a book to write down every single unique feature he’s ever seen. he’d probably spend an extricating amount of time just kissing and squeezing you, writing different words on ur skin with a marker or small knife.

“this right here is my favorite spot” he’d say as he pointed to ur soft tummy and the way it folds over itself. “i like cutting just underneath here where no one can see. it’s like our little secret.” his hands always squeezing u thru ur clothes, leaving bruises behind from how hard his grip is. obsessed with watching ur butt jiggle as he smacks it or fucks into u,,,,

[walkersbeloved]

May we get some nsfw headcanons of Mark? I've been ovulating over that character lately.

yes yes!!! i’ve been having brain rot abt him the last few days so,,,i’ve been thinking anyway….

- he has a stretched prince albert piercing, fat and thick, it presses right against ur sensitive spots when hes inside of you

- he records the two of u fucking 24/7 and he puts your sounds into the background of his songs. there’s always some kind of camera or recording device in ur face 99% of the time u two have sex. he likes to keep them to go back thru when ur away, or even when ur there—likes fucking u while one of the videos plays, asking u if u remember that day and how u felt and tries to mimic what he’s doing on video. likes to try and use the footage for music videos until u tell him to stop it.

- he likes fucking you on stage at his shows, claims it’s “more accurate” since the songs contain ur sounds anyway. he’ll have a mic right next to ur mouth, fucking u in between intermissions or as he’s singing. he’ll probably have u blindfolded to so u can’t see the crowd, using it to his advantage so u don’t know when he’s going to touch u.

- loves eating pussy. i think it’s a body worship thing—he probably enjoys body worship in general, but for like….violent purposes

- likes anal a lot. enjoys the process of stretching u would and getting u ready, even cleaning u beforehand. he’ll keep u over his knees for hours wit his fingers inside u stretching, until he puts his cock in u

- knife play is one of his favorites…but i can’t go into that too much without spoiling for kinktober

- he’s incredibly sadistic but also like,,really sweet to u. he enjoys hurting u all while calling u sweet pet names and praising u. so so so in love with u and must paint ur body with bruises. needs, needs, needs to mark u up. knife play is apart of it, he loves all the little cuts he can leave on u, but also hickies and bruises everywhere

- on the sweeter side, he loves writing abt u. was probably writing abt u before the two of u even started dating, whether it’s poetry or music he has notebooks full of it. some of its cliche and mushy, but it’s also rlly explicit. you’ll read over a new song he’s making and be like “mark they can’t know that abt me” and he’s like “why not :(“

- his dick is probably long and skinny. i have some headcanons that he might have a few tattoos on it, honestly probably ones he did himself out of boredom

- loves jerking off. horny 24/7 and has probably put the audio of him jorking it into one of his songs

- he can cum a lot, to an excessive degree, and he always wants to do it directly inside of u, loves watching it leak out in globs

- genital torture ok sorry…can’t go into much cuz kinktober spoilers but loves poking at ur clit with a needle or knife, he’d never cut u unless u asked, but he loves seeing u squirm and whine at the threat of it. will slap ur cunt hard with his hand or a belt, make it go red with welts.

- loves to tie u up and leave u places for extended periods of time. whether it’s u completely naked and tied to a chair facing an open window, or just on the floor of the studio, he loves seeing how far he can take it and how long you’ll last before u start crying and begging him to touch you

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can mark griffin carve his name into me and use my screams in his songs?