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LOVE LANGUAGE 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ♱ ྀིྀ positions , ghostin , baby , 34+35
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Haii! Erm simple request... can u draw Mark butt 👀 Preferably Main Mark, but I'm fine with whatever u do! I just love guys with big juicy butts fr! (///∇///)
LMFAO I POSTED RHAT LESS THEN 2 MINS AGO U STALKER
i’m not trying to forget abt dispatch, but i’m trying to move on from it yk ? i still get rqs for robert, but he’s not someone i want to write for rn so im gonna be more focused on mark ! ^^
i’m not sure if you talk requests but i may i ask for mark with a sensitive/crybaby lover? If you don’t take requests please do ignore this! I love your writing tho!!
hello anon! I'm not confident in doing requests, so no… requests are not open… but here is something for you 🤍 thank you so much for reading
mark grayson with a sensitive lover
cw. praise, crying, overstimulation, cuddling.
mark learns very quickly that you cry when it feels good.
not in a hurt way. never in a hurt way.
it’s always that pretty, overwhelmed kind of crying, where your lashes clump together and your lips part around soft little sounds you try so hard to keep quiet. you get embarrassed every time, turning your face into the pillow or covering your mouth like you can hide from him, like mark doesn’t know every sound you make by heart.
“baby,” he murmurs, voice low against your ear. “don’t hide from me.”
you whimper, fingers gripping at his shoulders. “i can’t help it.”
“i know.” his mouth brushes your cheek, catching the tear there with a kiss. “that’s why i like it.”
that makes you squeeze your eyes shut, your whole body going warm beneath him.
mark groans softly, dropping his forehead to yours. “there you go,” he whispers. “you’re so sensitive, huh?”
you nod before you can stop yourself, breath hitching when his hand slides down your side, slow and possessive, holding your hip like he’s grounding you. keeping you there with him. keeping you from floating too far into all that feeling.
“talk to me,” he says, kissing under your jaw. “too much?”
you shake your head quickly.
his thumb strokes your hip. “baby” he firmly says, dick pushing impossibly deeper when his hips ground into you.
“no,” you breathe. “not too much.”
“good girl.”
the praise hits you worse than anything else.
your eyes fill again, and mark sees it immediately. of course he does. he always does. his expression softens, even though his breathing is rough, even though his hair is messy and his cheeks are flushed and he looks like he’s barely holding himself together.
“oh, sweetheart,” he says, almost teasing. almost fond. “that’s all it takes?”
you cover your face with both hands, mortified. “mark…”
he laughs quietly, but there’s no cruelty in it. only warmth. only affection. he catches your wrists and pulls your hands away, pinning them gently beside your head.
“no, don’t do that.” his mouth finds yours, slow and deep. “let me see you.”
you melt beneath him, helpless to the way he kisses you like he has all the time in the world, like there isn’t a whole city outside that might need saving, like there isn’t anything more important than making sure you feel loved while he has you like this.
every slow roll of his hips makes your breath break.
every murmured “that’s it” makes your thighs tremble.
and mark, unfairly attentive mark, notices exactly what makes you gasp. exactly when your nails dig into his back. exactly when your body starts getting too tense, too overwhelmed, too close.
“you’re doing so well,” he whispers.
your lip trembles.
“mark, please.”
“i’ve got you.” he kisses your forehead, then your nose, then your mouth. “i’ve got you, baby. you can cry. i don’t mind.”
that breaks you a little.
the tears slip down your cheeks before you can stop them, and mark groans like the sight ruins him. his grip tightens just slightly, not enough to hurt, just enough to remind you that he’s there. solid. warm. yours.
“so pretty like this,” he murmurs. “all sweet for me.”
you make a sound that barely resembles his name, clinging to him as the pleasure builds too fast, too hot, too much. your body shakes, and mark slows just enough to keep you with him, his voice soft and steady in your ear.
“breathe for me.”
you try.
“that’s it. good girl.” his lips brush your temple. “you’re okay. i’m right here.”
you come with a sob caught in your throat, your face pressed into his neck, and mark holds you through all of it. he doesn’t stop talking. doesn’t stop kissing you. doesn’t stop telling you how good you are, how pretty you sound, how much he loves feeling you fall apart for him.
after, when you’re limp and warm and trying to hide again, he doesn’t let you get far.
he gathers you into his chest, one hand smoothing over your back while the other cradles the side of your face.
“hey,” he says softly. “look at me.”
you peek up at him, embarrassed and teary.
mark smiles like you’re the best thing he’s ever seen.
“you're so pretty, baby.”
you pout. “i cried again.”
“yeah,” he says, brushing his thumb beneath your eye. “you did.”
“that’s embarrassing.”
“no, it’s not.”
“you’re just saying that.”
“i’m really not.” he kisses you softly. “i like knowing you feel safe enough with me.”
your chest aches at that, tender and full.
mark tucks you under his chin, arms wrapping around you carefully, like he could crush mountains but would rather spend the rest of his life being gentle with you.
“besides,” he adds, voice dipping into something teasing, “you’re cute when you cry.”
you smack his chest weakly.
he laughs and catches your hand, kissing your knuckles.
“mean,” you mumble.
“crazy about you,” he corrects.
and because you’re sensitive, because you’re soft, because mark always knows exactly how to make your heart spill over—you cry a little again.
May I pls request omni mark patching up reader after some dumb shit and he lowkey gets possessive?🌚
whether you’re a cluts, or put yourself in dangerous situations mark always seems to put you back together in the end. not without a scolding, he’ll get through your head some way.
“dumb stuff, that’s all you’re capable of doing, isn’t it?” mark grumbled, his natural angry face seemed genuinely upset the more you stared. his hands moved diligently, with purpose as he continued wrapping the bandages around your ankle—“minor fraction, what could even lead to this outcome? you want to explain, or should i expect silence like the other times this has happen?” the sass in marks tone almost made you laugh at him, but you held it deep inside as you stayed quiet. he scoffed before lifting your arms up, checking to see if you’d express any discomfort. mark continues to investigate any more injuries on your body, you could feel his anger radiating off his biceps. if he wasn’t so upset, you would’ve pulled him in and feel his tender chest against your face, collecting his warmth like it belonged to you.
you were forcefully pulled out of your thoughts, mark snapping his fingers in front of your face. he let out a quick huff, his frustration growing—“you’re not even paying attention. see this is exactly the issue, you don’t pay any mind to what’s going on, then things like this happen.” mark began to ramble, the leader in him began to show as he continued on with his speak about your actions. mark looked so focused, how his nose scrunched up whenever he mentioned your injuries, the way he used his hands to express himself. mark looked so pretty, the right lighting from the window made his eyes look more shiny, while his muscles stretched with every movement he made. everything about him seemed so perfect, like he was made in a laboratory to be a pretty boy, but mark is infact half viltrumite, and it runs in his DNA. you wish you could sneak a picture on your phone and make this your wallpaper, even if he’s furious at you.
the bedroom stood still, little light peaked through the curtains as mark crossed his arms, his back straight as he faced away from you. he doesn’t know a better punishment, he doesn’t want to inflict anything harsher because that would onto worsen your injuries and cause your healing to take longer. you held the tiniest smirk on your face as the pillows he shoved around your body caused heat in certain areas, yet you were content with how the argument had ended. it disclosed by you agreeing to wait for mark to come to you, because mark would rather he get injured then have to patch you up again.
…
“stop being so.. stupid!”
a/n: omni mark.. omni mark pls j need u in my life baby j can make all ur pain go away….
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what are some romantic thngs mark or nola would say?
—mark sometimes struggles to truly express how he feels, because no amount of words can describe what he feels for you. the things he wants to say are corny, and he doesn’t want you to think he’s just another guy who watches romcom movies, he wants to be seen as a guy who’ll love your every step. the older mark gets, the more he realizes that even if he thinks his thoughts are corny and cringe, they must be said out loud so you’re able to see how sappy he is for you. the years spent together don’t dim, for they grow more bright with each passing day and night with one another.
—nolan is the soul reason as to why mark struggled with expressing his emotions, becaude nolan viewed these feelings as weak and a distraction. what he means to say doesn’t come out of his mouth correctly, resulting in anger or backlash from others, including you. his mustache would curl down, the result of you lashing at him because he didn’t mean to call your existence belittle to his and unnecessary, he was trying to say that you were something that shouldn’t have to exist in this pain filled universe. patience is a virtue that will be needed when dealing with nolan, for now he’ll stick to acts of service rather then words of affirmation. he was always better being a soldier then a lover anyways.
How do you think Mark Main would react to a shy partner with him?
im bias on this one, it would be a cute concept of mark speaking for his shy partner or encouraging them to be more open. there are many different types of shyness, they don’t all specify being silent or nervous, yet mark always thinks you just don’t want to talk to anyone. he’s the meme of eric cartman screaming—“I HAVE ANXIETY.” to people out in public whenever he’s with you, this only causes more attention then he wants.
mark tries his best, and he’ll speak for you if you want him too. trouble asking for help? he’s at your side, and ask for you or figure out the answer himself.
can you do blurbs abt mark loving you at ur worst?
i’m currently at my lowest so let’s talk about it
mark grayson who holds you close, replacing your favorite stuffed animal with his own body. he radiates his warmth and energy into you, his comforting arms press against your skin makes your emotions shift, but still remain upset.
mark grayson knows better then to let you go, if you wanted space you would’ve pushed him away as soon as his hands touched you. mark knew that you did want to be left alone, that you needed someone to hold you as you broke. he cradles your vulnerable body, allowing your emotions to paint how you feel, never shying away from you.
mark grayson won’t move for hours. he’ll stay in the same spot forever if that’s where you remained. he doesn’t care if his arms numb, or he’s getting calls to become his alter ego, he’ll ignore any message popping up in his phone. he can’t let you go, because if he does he’s afraid that you’ll never be put back together properly, but he’s even more worried you think he’s trying to fix you, all the while he wants you to get better.
mark grayson doesn’t need to know what caused you to be so upset, because he doesn’t want you to remember and make you relive the memory. if you wanted to tell him, you would’ve, but if you didn’t then he won’t pry until your ready. his heart aches in pain as he watches you sniffle and sob into his neck, the wet feeling caused him to tear up on his own as well.
mark grayson kisses your tears away, the salty taste stained his mouth but he can’t be bothered to be grossed out. he wants to feel your everything, he wants to nurse your bodies so you both can be one. marks hands gently comb your hair as he hums a tune trapped inside his mind. he loves you, because if he didn’t, he wouldn’t be so distraught himself seeing you like this.
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hey so i’m the one who asked if you were mexicana and trust me I DID NOT MEAN IT IN A BAD WAY SOY MEXICANA TAMBIÉN Y VIVA MEXICO CABRONES ME MEOCIONE CUANDO DIJISTE QUE SI TE AMO
also i’m curious of what state are u from if you don’t want to answer that’s okay i’m just curious okay te amo viva méxico
AAAA CHICHI DONT WORYE BRO no te preocupes por eso fool
im in the suburbs but i wont say which state because im horrified of meeting a fan irl esp in this day n age
soft tears rolled down your cheeks as you held the little plush of mark close to your chest. “when he died i was so sad that id never hear his voice again.” you sobbed, clutching the plushie tighter as you pictured your memories together.
“his laugh,” an ugly chuckle escaped from your memory of mark. “his funny little requests,” your brain flashed a quick image of mark leaning in, growing close to your ear before he spoke, “touch me.” you sniffled and wiped your tears with your free hand, “his reprimands,” another image of mark shuffled in your mind as he demanded—“touch me harder!”
Giving a gold star to Shiesty everytime he does something good but he scoffs everytime he recieves one
The minute you stop he's on his knees begging for the stickers please he'll be a good boy just bring them back
mark isn’t a child, he doesn’t need approval by you giving him a simple sticker. however, he does enjoy the way the sticker glitters on his suit or how happy you are he does something good.
“so, i saved this elderly lady, even if it wasn’t worth it.” the words came out quick, mark stood in front of you while his arms had folded over his chest. he awaited, watching you move from your shared bed to the desk took too long in his opinion. then his frown turned into a small smile, how you held up the sticker sheet that had praises on each circle. you picked out a pink sticker that had the words, “good job!” before placing the circle on his chest. marks hands flew to his sides, his arms grasping his hips as he puffed out his chest with pride—“y’know, i also saved a dog from getting ran over by some drunken dude. could use another praise babe,” his attempt was successful as he earned another sticker with the words, “you rock!” on it as well.
selfish, narcissistic, lazy asshole were the kindest words people would use for mark. lazy was his last straw, as he would prove them and anyone else wrong. he stared at the full sink of dishes, they stared back at him as he saw the flies circling the dirty plates and cups. mark could throw up, a small shiver went up his spine as he grabbed purple gloves that went to his forearms. the gloves had fitted him tighter, due to them being sized for you, but regardless he progressed. mark slowly scrapped off the leftover food on each plate, this made him realize how much food he forgets to throw out. he began a system where he’d scrub every plate with soap, paying extra attention to bowls and plates that had bits of food stuck on the rim. after nearly two hours, mark had finished washing and dry the dishes, sitting on the kitchen counter as he awaited for you to check out his hard labor. mark was soon rewarded with three stickers on his chest one more.
“y’know, you’ve become more of a suck up lately.” you began, watching mark as he washed the dishes after your shared dinner. he tensed up, the plate he held in his grasp nearly shattered as he slowly turned to look at you. “the fuck does that mean?” he scowled, his eyebrows furrowed, “i didn’t mean it as a bad thing,” you replied. “i’ve just noticed that you’ve.. changed recently, that’s a good thing.” you attempted to calm mark down, all he responded with was a scoff as he turned around and began scrubbing the plate with soap. “i don’t know what your own about, and i don’t wanna know either.” he heard your laugh, mark wouldn’t turned around again, because then you’d be able to see the scowl he had earlier softened. he’d rather lose his sticker privileges then let you see he’s losing his bad boy reputation.
…
“can i have the star sticker? also could you call me your good noodle?”
a/n: IM GETTING BACK INTO WRITING FICS !! had to enter flow state for this to happen, i apologize for how late this fic is
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