#mark grayson fluff

MARK GRAYSON

beach day -blurb

mohawk mark who.. -blurb

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EVE WILKINS

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JASON TODD

sickness - blurb

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BRUCE WAYNE

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DICK GRAYSON

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TIM DRAKE

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DAMIAN WAYNE

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WALLY WEST

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DIANA OF THEMYSRCIA

MOHAWK MARK who.. slaps your ass everytime you walk by.

MOHAWK MARK who.. likes it when you play with his tounge piercing when you makeout

MOHAWK MARK who.. when you two were in school he'd always drag you along when he skipped class.

MOHAWK MARK who.. only shares his cigarettes with you, and no one else.

MOHAWK MARK who.. when you die he'll make a harem of people you look like you and would kill them if they did something you wouldnt do. (lol)

cw: slightly suggestive

comforting bf!mark

content.ᐟ he has a nightmare, panic attack, swearing, pet names (baby), whipped!mark

all he could feel when he jolted awake was the panic bubbling in his chest. all he could focus on was the cold sweat that enveloped his body. his chest was heaving, "fuck..." he rasped, bringing a hand to his heart. He was hunched over, his shoulders trembling. why was he panicking? he's safe. in his room. in his bed. he looked to his side. you. you were safe. so why the fuck was he about to throw up?

you stir lightly, woken by the sound of his heavy breathing in the quiet room. "mark?" you softly mumble, eyes fluttering open.

his eyes are wide and glossy. he feels horrible for waking you, for burdening you with his problems. the last thing he wants is for you to feel burdened by him. "hey... i'm- i'm sorry just- just go back to sleep" he speaks quietly, trying his best not to disturb you anymore than he has. your boyfriend is so stubborn at times.

you don't miss the way his hands tremble. you furrow your eyebrows, and sit up yourself, scooting closer so you're touching thighs. "what's wrong baby?" you ask, bringing your cold hand to his bare shoulder, rubbing soothing circles. his skin feels hot.

"i-" he tries to speak, but the words get caught in his throat. "i'm sorry..." he rasps out an apology once again, and a tear rolls down his cheek. this catches you off guard, because why you were so peacefully sleeping, he was trying his absolute best not to wake you with his panicking. poor boy :(

"mark..." you coo, already pulling him into an embrace. you've known him long enough to know just how to calm him down when he gets into these moods. he buries his face in the crook of your neck, sighing into your skin, his arms slinking around your waist instinctively.

"you had a nightmare, hm?" you ask, already knowing the answer, carding your fingers through his slightly damp inky black hair.

he nods, knowing that if he tries to talk it'll come out as a sob. "yeah? you wanna talk about it?" you offer, and he scoots impossibly closer to you. you know that he really doesn't want to talk about it, that he really doesn't want you to have to deal with that.

"no..." he shakes his head, "jus-" he starts, you feel his body relax just a fraction as you press a kiss to the top of his head. "i don't wanna talk about it..." he replies, his voice quiet.

"that's okay" you hum, and you pull back to look at him. he actually whines a little when you pull him away from your neck, clearly only interested in clinging onto you like a koala. "you're okay... you're safe. you know that." you reassure him, wiping a stray tear off his cheekbone with your thumb.

he sniffles, and looks down, "i know..." he rasps out, "it just- doesn't feel like it" he says sheepishly, his hands falling into his lap.

"i know, mark" you reply, your face falling into a frown at the sight of him, so unsure of himself.

you cup his cheek, and press a kisses to his lips, his forehead, the tip of his nose, and he just can't help the small smile that grows on his face at you littering his skin with soft kisses. there's the mark you love :3

"you gonna let me take care of you baby?" you ask, a small, warm smile playing at your lips. he nods, "course'..." he says bashfully as a result of your overwhelming affection.

you lay back down and pull him into you so his head is laying on your chest. you know this will calm him down because he's able to listen to your heartbeat, which is always something that lulls him to sleep.

you press kisses to his head and rub his back and arms, telling him you love him, and reminding him that everything's going to be okay. just the soothing sound of your voice is enough to push any remnants of the panic right out of his body.

he doesn't know how you manage to calm him down when he gets like this. how every single time, without fail, you make him feel better. you make him feel normal. he feels like he doesn't deserve you.

but you never feel happier than when he's cuddled up to you like this, when he comes to you for comfort. him showing this side of himself only makes you love him more.

from this request! 𑣲⋆

mark grayson x fem!reader

“This is like the fifth time, Mark.” Her voice cut sharper than she meant it to, arms crossed tight over her chest as she stared at him.

Mark winced, rubbing the back of his neck. “I know.”

“No, Mark, you don’t.” She shook her head, letting out a frustrated breath. “How many more times is this going to happen? You can’t just plan something and then disappear halfway through like it doesn’t matter.”

His brows pulled together. “So… what, you don’t want me to save people?”

“That’s not what I said.” Her voice cracked slightly, softer now but no less heavy. “No one is saying that. I know what you do matters. I know people need you.” She gestured around the room—the dim lights, the snacks laid out, the movie paused on the screen. “I just… I wish you’d give me a heads up. That’s all. It’s exhausting, Mark.” Her arms dropped to her sides. “Do you know what it’s like setting all this up? Getting excited because I finally get a night with you?”

Mark’s gaze flickered to the TV, then back to her, guilt settling deep in his expression.

“A movie night, Mark. A movie you’ve been talking about for weeks.” She let out a humorless laugh. “I even rewatched the first one so I’d actually know what was going on this time.”

“I didn’t mean to miss it,” he said quietly. “Something just..happened.”

“Something always happens.”

The words hung in the air, heavier than she intended. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Mark stepped closer, hesitant, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to. “I’m trying,” he said, softer now. “I really am. It’s just… I don’t always get a choice.”

She looked at him then, really looked at him. The tension in his shoulders. The faint bruising near his jaw he probably thought she hadn’t noticed.

“I know,” she whispered.

Her frustration didn’t disappear, but it shifted, mixing with something more fragile. “I just don’t want to feel like I come second to everything else in your life,” she admitted. “Not all the time.”

Mark’s expression faltered. “You don’t.”

“But it feels like it.” Her eyes dropped for a second before lifting again. “I don’t need you here all the time, Mark. I just… need to matter too.”

He closed the distance this time, more certain, his hand gently reaching for hers.

“You do,” he said firmly. “You matter more than you think.” She let him take her hand, but her grip wasn’t as quick to return the reassurance. “Then show me,” she said quietly. “Because I can’t keep pretending this doesn’t hurt.” Mark swallowed, nodding slowly. “Okay… yeah. I will. I’ll do better.”

Mark’s hand came up, gently cupping the side of her neck as he leaned in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to her lips. She melted almost instantly, all that tension from earlier softening as her fingers curled lightly into his shirt. “Mark…” she murmured against him, breath catching. “Shhh…” he whispered, a small smile brushing against her lips as he kissed her again, softer this time, more careful. His other hand slid to her waist, pulling her just a little closer, like he didn’t want any space left between them.

“Mmm… I’m sorry, baby… so sorry,” he murmured, his voice low and genuine, lips grazing hers between words. She exhaled shakily, her forehead resting against his for a moment. “You better be,” she whispered back, though there was no real bite left in it.

“I am,” he said, more serious now. His thumb brushed lightly along her jaw. “I hate messing things up with you.” His hands settled at her waist, grounding, steady. “I’m gonna make it up to you, okay? I swear. Not just tonight, like… actually try.”

She studied him for a second, searching his face like she was weighing his words.

“…You say that every time,” she said quietly.

“I know.” His expression softened. “But I mean it every time too. I just… need to be better at proving it.” Her shoulders relaxed a little at that, and she sighed, leaning into him again. “Then start now,” she said softly.

Mark smiled, pressing another gentle kiss to her lips, slower, warmer this time, not rushed or distracted.

“I can do that,” he murmured.

She hummed softly at his words, her body relaxing under his touch despite herself. The warmth of him, the familiarity—it made it hard to hold onto any irritation. Mark’s lips trailed from hers down to her neck, slower this time, more deliberate, like he was trying to make up for every missed moment. His hands guided her back onto the bed, careful, giving her time to pull away if she wanted to. “Mark…” she grumbled under her breath, though her head tilted slightly to the side anyway, giving him space.

“I’m making it up to you,” he murmured against her skin, his voice softer now, less teasing and more sincere. Her fingers curled lightly into his sleeve. “Debbie is downstairs… with Oliver,” she reminded him, her tone a mix of warning and quiet amusement. Mark huffed a quiet laugh against her neck, pulling back just enough to look at her, a small grin tugging at his lips.

“Then we’ll just have to be extra quiet, baby,” he whispered.

She gave him a look, half unimpressed, half fighting a smile.

“You’re unbelievable,” she muttered.

"Eve," you whispered, breath ragged. "Evie, baby."

"Mmh?" she shifts a little, waking up from her dream to find you with a face full of discomfort. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

"It's Mark. He's... he's a little heavy," you hesitated to say.

Then Eve wakes up completely, finally being able to see how Mark is flopped on top of you, full weight, head tucked in your neck, his hands pressing against your thighs and his body making your breathing difficult.

The redhead really tries not to laugh, but then sees how Mark is drooling in your t-shirt and loses it.

"Don't laugh!" you whispered-shouted. "Your girlfriend is going to suffocate!"