Sinister Mark x Reader
Synopsis: Making a mini version of the your love should be pretty cute, right? Not for him.
A.n: While making this idiot something like this came to mind kgalmvlalclsls btw now he's safe in my stomach…
After a tiring day, when you got home you went straight to the kitchen to finally have what youd been craving all day. All day long you had been wanting those damn salty cookies and since there wasn't a bakery on your way,and your laziness didn't help,you promised yourself you'd make them once you got home.
You grabbed the ingredients from their usual places and quickly mixed them on the counter. You might have been too lazy to cook most of the time but it was actually something that relaxed you. Especially when you were with a maniac like Mark—after every argument, burying your head in cooking and passing the time had become a habit. Speaking of Mark…after making a few of the usual shapes, you looked at the Spider man face you had started forming and an idea came to mind…
"What's that?" Before you even realized when he had arrived, Mark Grayson was already behind you, his arms crossed in front of him. You turned your head and looked at your boyfriend leaning over your shoulder to see what you were doing. His eyes were on the tiny human shaped thing, in your hand about to be brushed with egg wash.
"That's you," you said cheerfully. Your mood was even better today, especially since you hadn't seen a single drop of blood on him.
Mark raised an eyebrow. "What? It doesn't even look like me." you were surprised by that. What was he talking about? "Yes it doesss look, it's really cute, right?" you insisted. It obviously looked like him. Maybe a little goofy, but it was definitely your boyfriend.
Mark pressed his lips into a line and wrinkled his nose at what you said. "No that ugly thing doesn't look like me. I'm not ugly."
Ugly? You looked at the little one under your brush, then back at Mark. Your gaze was questioning and a little judgmental. Your own face had almost scrunched up the same way.
"..."
"Yeah, you're ugly." You said it casually, slipping right back into your old relaxed mood.
"What?" Even though there was a slight pout on his face, his voice sounded pretty surprised. "I thought we were talking about facts."
He brought his hand to his face, slowly sliding it down over his glasses. "Oh god…soo I guess you have a weakness for ugly men then?" When he pulled his hand away, there was a grin on his face that matched his mocking tone.
You giggled at what he said, whisking the egg in the bowl with the brush in your hand. "I definitely have a thing for pathetic men."
"What?" The grin disappeared from his face again,he was surprised once more by what you said. God, this man was easy to mess with—especially in everyday situations.
You shrugged "Nothing." acting indifferent you started brushing the egg yolk over the little Mark. The brush strokes were very gentle. You wouldn't want to crush him.
But the Mark behind you looked a little crushed by your words. "I heard you." You turned slightly toward him, a small flirtatious grin on your face.
"What did you hear? My heartbeat speeding up when I see you?"
"Wha-" Before he could finish, you set the bowl and the brush down. Then you gave his butt a loud smack.
"Just so you know, I like this ass even more."
He looked caught off guard by what you did; with the strange twist of his lips, you could almost say he was embarrassed. If only this man had the ability to blush too. "What nonsense are you talking about, Y/n?" he said, trying to keep his voice firm.
"Maybe you're ugly like this little one," you continued, "but your ass definitely saves the relationship.
"Wha-" You didn't let him finish again.
"I wish I were your opponent—I'm sure seeing that ass with adrenaline must be a whole different experience."
Mark's lips were left slightly parted, you could imagine the way he was looking at you like you were crazy from beneath his glasses. There was a brief moment of silent staring between you, as if he were deciding whether to respond to your usual level of perversion or just leave the room.
"…anyway." well yeah—once you managed to push his buttons, wasn't unusual for him to walk away. You followed his movement to watch him leave the kitchen. Instead, he stepped closer to you. He tore off a piece of dough and took it into his hand, starting to roll it into a ball between his palms.
You watched him do it with excited surprise, his face still neutral. A grin formed on your lips. "Wow..what are you doing?*
"I'm going to recreate your stupid perversion," he shot back immediately. You let out a small laugh at that. With that expression on his face and that uniform, kneading dough—god, it was a sight worth seeing.
"Hah…but your pervert." You nudged his shoulder lightly. He didn't even look at you. "Yeah. My pervert." A big grin spread across his face.
Bonus: "The fuck is that Mark?! My chest are not that big!" You looked at the huge chest he had added to the tiny dough version in protest. You tried to grab it and mess it up but Mark easily stopped you from reaching by pressing a hand against your chest. "Ah they definitely are~" He looked proud of what he'd done, that awful mocking grin on his face.
"KEEP YOURR STUPID FANTASIES TO YOURSELLFF!!" in response to your shouting, he blew you a kiss. Before you could even open your mouth again, he reached for the mini Mark behind you and quickly popped it into his mouth in one bite. A scream that shook the whole house burst out of you. "NOOOOOOOO BABBBYYYYYYHH MARKKKKKK,YOU OX!!"