#markhelly week 2025

welcome to the first edition of the #markhellyweek2025, an online event dedicated to the celebration of the mark/helly pairing!

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a/n: written for markhelly week 2025! im not responsible for the media you consume yada yada summary: Mark Scout picks up a mysterious hitchhiking redhead, she finds a way to pay him back for his troubles warnings: age gap, light misogyny, slight degradation. word count: 4,806

The highway is quiet at night. Especially in this part of the country, only a few other cars passing him occasionally and the dark looming shadows of the trees boxing him in.

Mark groans as he checks his map for the 5th time. If he's correct he's still an hour or so away from the next truck stop.

He has to stifle a yawn, over 10 years out here and somehow every drive only gets harder. His knees aching more everytime he gets up from hours of sitting, neck always hurting just a little when he wakes up regardless of what he does.

In the corner of his eye he spots some movement near the treeline. An animal probably. He keeps his eyes trained on the road, straining to keep his eyes open. 

Mark really regrets not getting that cup of coffee earlier right about now…

He needs a coffee…. and a smoke, and a slew of other things he won't be able to get before the next stop.

Suddenly he spots a figure on the road, at first he wonders if it's just an animal- confused and wandering out of the woods onto the highway.

But as he nears the figure that theory is soon blown to bits, instead a person waves at him. Thumb stuck out- its surprising, to say the least. Hitchhikers aren't as common nowadays, and certainly not ones with that much pep in their step.

He should continue driving, as mean as it may be. He has places to be, better things to do than drive around some teenager like a personal chauffeur.

Despite it all, he slows down.

The blue truck comes to a stop, and Helly exhales gratefully. Her arm was starting to ache, and 4 cars had already ignored her.

She quickly springs up, sneakers crunching against the gravel.

Before he can blink she's at the passengers side. Banging on the window. Mark rolls it down, still in a bit of a daze.

“Hey!” She begins maybe a bit too cheerily, adjusting her jean jacket just so. “Uhm, sorry about–” She pauses. “Where are you going?” 

Before Mark can answer she's already picking up his map, inspecting the circled spot of his designated dropoff location.

He watches her wordlessly, she's like a ball of energy. Young, clearly.

“What the hell are you doing out here?” He interrupts.

That catches her off guard, but she quickly recovers. Smiling cheekily as she leans further into his truck. 

“Hitchhiking.” She enunciates each syllable like a kid in a spelling bee, like that isn't the only obvious thing about this whole situation.

She lets her arms dangle over the rolled down window, effectively trapping them in whatever weird standstill this is. “You stopped, so I assume that means you're up for the task?”

Mark scoffs in response, tapping a finger against the wheel as he ponders. She seems like she'd talk his ear off, probably demand they stop at some shitty gas station for candy, prancing around in her tiny shorts. 

He should say no.

“Sure.” 

The stranger lights up at that, and that one expression somehow makes all his previous worries melt away like snow in springtime.

She runs off to grab her duffle, and Mark doesn't even pretend to look away when she bends over to haul it over her shoulder. It's not like he hasn't driven with a boner before.

“So..” He begins as she climbed into the passenger seat, seat belt remaining unbuckled. “How did you end up out here kid?” She locks eyes with him over the console, that same smug grin forming on her lips. Wordlessly telling him he wasn't getting an answer to that question.

Not today anyway.

Mark scoffs, checking his rearview mirror briefly before asking again. “Can I atleast have your name?” She stops at that, chewing on her bottom lip gingerly before turning back to him again.

“Helly, it’s Helly.” 

Mark nods, nearly stretching his hand forward for a handshake before he stops himself.

“Mark.” He offers instead, rewarded with a small nod and the sound of her mumbling his name under her breath, tumbling it around on her tongue.

“Well Mark, I'm ready if you are.” 

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The next 30 minutes are strangely peaceful, she doesn't talk as much as he had expected and her soft humming to the radio is a welcome sound to fill the silence. 

As they drive Mark can't help but keep taking peeks at her, she's so small, all long limbs wrapped up in a t-shirt and shorts not at all suited for the fall weather. The jean jacket around her shoulders being the only thing protecting her from the cold night.

It yet again makes him wonder who the hell she is, wandering along the highway at god knows what hour.

Someone bad could have picked her up, something in his chest tightens at that. She's real fucking naive if she's willing to get into any strangers car… Something else tightens in him at that, lower, deeper in his gut.

He looks over at her again, all bundled up in the passenger seat. He could probably take her out with one good whack to the head, if he wanted.

Suddenly she stares back at him, those deep pools of green meeting his dark brown. He feels trapped, unable to tear his gaze away from her. The elegant slope of her neck, loose strands of red hair falling into her face…

“Maybe you should keep your eyes on the icy road cap?” Helly says, letting the words hang in the air teasingly. Finally Mark turns back, he could probably navigate these fucking roads with his eyes closed if he wanted to- but whatever makes her feel safer.

He doesn’t linger on the idea of her scared out of her mind, clinging to him out of fear as he drives them both into the darkness.

Instead he motions toward the glovebox, scoffing when she raises an eyebrow questioningly. “Could you grab me a smoke?” Her eyes light up at that, nodding a bit too eagerly as she reaches for the glove box.

She fishes out the pack of Menthols easily enough, opening it up and grabbing the first one she sees. Holding it out for him to catch between his lips. “Lighters in my pocket kid, would you mind getting that too?” Helly nods again, obedient.

She lights the lighter like it's her first time doing it, finger shaking a little as she holds the flame up to the unlit edge of the cigarette. Slowly he takes a drag, taking one hand off the wheel to exhale.

The smoke fills up the truck immediately, the smell is embedded into the seats at this point. He only breaks out of his daze when he hears coughing next to him. At first he wonders if he should crack open a window, but then he notices the lit end of a cigarette between Helly’s lips. 

She looks over at him, plump lips swallowing the filtered end. It goes straight to his cock, and all he can get out is. “Didn’t say you could bum off of me.” It’s rough, comes out a bit shaky even. So he knows she’s got him when she only grins in return, raising an eyebrow before plucking it from between her lips, exhaling directly in his face.

He’s gotten more than used to cigarette smoke by now, yet the puff blown directly in his face still makes his throat hurt like a bitch. Mark coughs, and he can hear her giggle just out of earshot. Fucking bitch.

“Y’know you're awfully bratty for someone who's getting a <i>free</i> ride..” He teases, hand curling on the wheel as the front seat fills up with more and more smoke.

“And you're acting awfully high and mighty for someone who wants to fuck their passenger.” Mark nearly chokes on his own spit at her reply, what the hell?

He stays silent for a beat too long, tension growing between them. Finally clearing his throat. Fine. If that's the game she wanted to play. Then he’ll play along.

“Well unless you have cash to pay me back for the damage you're doing to my lungs right now I think I should get a little something in return.” He smirks, unable to face her. But he can nearly feel her smile at his side, bottom lip caught between her teeth.

She chuckles, this time leaning forward to exhale right next to his ear. Her warm breath hitting his neck instantly. Spreading through him like poison through his veins. She lingers for a moment too long, finally pulling away to take another drag of her cigarette.

“So what are you moving?” Helly nods her head back to the load resting on the truckbed.

 Mark chuckles, scratching the back of his neck. Change of subject then. “Just some cables. They’re laying a new network down south so here I am.” Helly nods, toying with the now crumbling cigarette in her hand. “What? Sad I'm not hauling along something more exciting?” 

Helly smirks to herself, watching the way his fingers drum against the wheel. “Yeah, why aren't you hauling along like-” she pauses for a moment, before her gaze lands on the air freshener hanging from the windshield. “-Like those dice things! All different colours and shit.”

Mark looks over at her, confused yet amused. “Yeah I think I know what you mean, my ex wife had one of those in her car.” He jokes, eyes straying back to the road..

Helly can't help herself. “<b>Ex</b>-wife?” She leans back in her seat, the leather squeaking. 

Mark shrugs. “Yeah, fairytale ending ain't for all of us is it sweetheart?” He hardly sounds mourning, pure blunt sarcasm dripping off him.

Helly bites her lip, she’s felt it since he rolled down the window. The way his eyes trace over her, like a wolf sizing up his next meal.

It's intoxicating, being wanted in such a primal way. She eyes his mustache, she wants to feel it scratching against her skin, wants to feel his nose poking against hers.

Something warm suddenly engulfs her thigh, she doesn't even peek down. She knows it's him, his hand. She delights in the feeling of his rough calluses against her skin. Groping the fat of her leg gently.

“You wanna pull over?” He strokes along her leg casually, Helly hopes he can't feel the feverish heat overtaking her.

“Y-Yeah.” It comes out a touch too shaky. Helly steels herself for the pull over, his hand reaching up to tangle into her hair.. Just like all of Cobel’s old romance novels described. 

Instead she catches the sight of a bright neon sign, an open parking lot with a few gas pumps.

What the hell. Then the flush of embarrassment returns to her cheeks. <i>Fuck.</i> he just wanted to make a pit stop… She looks like an idiot.

Mark scans the lot for a parking spot, eventually finding one that will actually fit the truck.

He puts the truck in park, Helly scampering out the moment he turns off the engine.

She's fucking fast he'll give her that, dissapearing into the gas station within the blink of an eye.

He grabs his keys and wallet to follow her.

The gas station smells like smoke and grease. The low hum of whatever is on the top 10 radio billboards nowadays.

He spots Helly at the sunglass stand, trying on a pair of heart shaped shades and giggling at her reflection. 

The clerk at the counter is a disinterested older woman, deep in a magazine quiz.

Mark grabs his usual, a pack of black licorice and a can of ginger ale. He's had to cut down on the drinking, especially since he barely escaped with a warning the last time a cop stopped him.

He stops at the magazine stand, staring up at the adult papers. Perched high up. He turns to look at Helly, bent over to shuffle through packs of chips.

She’s still wearing those tiny shorts, riding up to show off her ass. Mark has to look away before he pops a stiffy right then and there. 

The cashier barely looks up when he places his items on the counter, scanning the bar codes lazily as he fumbles for his wallet. 

“Do you guys have hot dogs?” Helly’s voice pulls his attention like a moth to flame. The cashier pointed up to some old faded menus over the counter. 

Mark slides a 20 dollar bill over the counter, waiting as the cashier counts up the change in the register at a snail's pace. 

“I want the chilli one.” Helly slides into his side comfortably, fitting a bit too well against him as they stand in front of the counter. The cashier gives him a slightly smug look, before turning back to rifle through the register.

He opens his mouth to protest, he's  already wasting precious gas and cigarettes on her. She can buy her own damn food..

Instead he sucks down his complaints, focusing on the way her eyes light up at the sight of the greasy meal. 

Helly walks out ahead of him, clutching her hot dog happily. He grabs her by the shoulder before she can get into the truck, her glare sharp enough to cut glass.

“You're not eating in the truck.” He says half stern, half playful.

Helly scoffs, looking at the truck and then back at him. “You're using one of the cupholders as an ashtray and you're concerned with cleanliness?”

He rolls his eyes, hand still on her shoulder. “Come on, some fresh air is good for us anyway.” 

Her shoulders relax, and he catches the small shift in her eye.

“Sure thing boss.” She chuckles, turning to walk ahead of him. He follows. Eyes trained on the way her hips sway as she glides through the parking lot.

They end up on the corner, their bodies illuminated only by a nearby streetlight.

Helly munches on her hotdog happily as he grabs the fresh cigarette pack from his back pocket.

He pats his pockets for his lighter, working his brain to remember when he last used it.

“Hey kid.” 

Helly looks up from her food. Mark is standing at her side, holding out his palm expectantly. “Do you still have my lighter?”

“Oh right-” She uses her freehand to pat her own pockets, finally finding it in her left jacket pocket. 

She pauses, her daddy had always taught her not to give up anything without a fight.

“What do I get for it?” She grins as she says it, taking another bite of her hotdog. The spicy meat stinging her tongue.

Mark raises an eyebrow, an amused smirk on his lips. “What do you get for it?” He chuckles, waving at her hand clutching the lighter. “It's my lighter baby.”

She clutches it tighter at the pet name, and she hopes he blames the blush in her cheeks on her spicy treat.

“But I like it..” She pouts playfully, hiding her hands behind her back.

Mark chuckles, tapping a finger against his thigh before relenting. “Fine whatever, keep it, at least give me a light though.”

He tilts his face down, cigarette dangling from his lips. Helly holds the lighter up, flame flickering as it meets the unlit tip.

“Thanks sweetheart,” He winks, mumbling around the cigarette. Mark takes a slow drag, leaning back against the wall. “That taste good?” He points toward her half eaten hot dog, and Helly rolls her eyes.

“My food, old man.” She says smugly, licking some sauce off her fingers.

“<b>Your</b> food? I seem to recall it was my cash that paid for it.” He retorts, and Helly delights in the feeling of his gaze raking up and down her form. His crows feet are more noticeably up close, and- <i>oh</i>. He’s close.

She gulps, his thumb drifting up to land on her bottom lip. Helly stares up at him as he wipes something off it, taking some of her lip gloss with it. 

He’s kissing her before she can blink, lips meeting hers fast and hot.

His hands travel down her waist, landing on her hips. He’s warm, rough hands grounding her like nothing else has ever done. He tastes like tobacco, beer and old stale chocolate. It’s everything she’s been told to stay far far away from her whole life. It’s delicious.

Mark presses her against the wall, tongue sneaking between her parted lips to tangle with hers.

When he pulls away she’s gasping, chest heaving and lip gloss smudged. 

“Let’s find a place where you can get more comfortable, huh baby?” 

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Mark groans as Helly grinds her palm into his crotch again, they’ve been driving for at least 10 minutes now and she’s getting more impatient by the minute.

He had planned to get a motel, fuck her on a proper bed, its the least he can do.

Instead he pulls over, some unmarked road where hopefully no pervs will spot them. Why he worries when they’re in the middle of nowhere is beyond him.

Helly is on him like a leech the moment he stops the truck, unbuckling her belt to crawl over the console and into his lap, hands winding into his hair to hold him still.

Their lips meet like wildfire, sloppy and free as he has to fight not to simply tear off her stupid shirt right there and there.

Helly whines into his mouth, and his hands tighten on her hips instinctively. Some long dormant part of him wanting to keep her safe, his alone… 

Her hands slide up underneath his shirt, nails scratching against his skin. “Christ.” He groans as she finds a nipple, twisting it between her fingers.

Helly smiles, and it's so innocent and bright he has to pause for a moment.

She's young enough to be his daughter, soft supple skin, pretty wide eyes. 

None of it quells the throbbing in his cock.

“God you're beautiful.”

Before she can respond he surges forward, capturing her lips in yet all consuming another kiss.

His hand itches its way up her thigh, unbuttoning her shorts hurriedly. Mark wishes she was wearing a skirt. The denim is tight on her skin and clings to her thighs.

Eventually she stands up, shimmying out of them clumsily. The touch of awkwardness only makes him harder.

Finally she's left in only her panties and shirt, grinding into him like a vixen.

“Should we get this off too baby?” He mutters, hands sliding to the cotton edge of her shirt.

She nods in between kisses, little gasps leaving her as he digs his fingers into her abdomen.

Mark wrestles the shirt off her at last, nipples perking from the cold air of the AC. She’s a vision like this. Illuminated only by the overhead lights, red hair trickling down her shoulders like fire.

Her breasts fit his palms perfectly, a little less than a handful. Little whimpers escape from her lips as he rolls the peaks experimentally between his fingers.

“You like that baby?” Helly nods, head wobbling as she grinds against him in tune with his groping.

They sit like that for a bit, lazily making out as he plays with her tits. He thinks he could come from just this, staining his shitty jeans.

Helly grows impatient soon enough, small hands reaching down to grab his belt buckle. (Now thoroughly soaked with her slick.) 

Mark stops her, grinning cruelly at her as he grips her hands gently.

“Where's your manners?” He teases, watching the way her eyes narrow. There's that fire he was missing. “Come on kid.”

She squirms, hands trying to wiggle themselves out of his grip. “You're an asshole.” Helly pouts, lower lip trembling like she's on the verge of crying.

“So I've been told.” He affirms, kissing her nose “Come on baby.” 

Helly scoffs, then she shifts. Widening her eyes until he's sure to drown in them. Leaning forward until their lips are a hair's breadth apart.

“Please~” She sing-songs, and God if that doesn't just get him going. She nudges his free hand up to her mouth, lips ghosting over the thumb. “I need it…” 

Then she swallows, lips stretching over his thick thumb obscenely. Her teeth scrape against his nail as she suckles. 

It slides between her lips like it belongs there. <i>“Good girl,”</i> He finds himself muttering, Helly responding enthusiastically by fully sealing her lips around him.

Mark is entranced, taking in the expectant way she looks at him.

They've both waited long enough.

He rocks his hips against hers. And Helly's expression shifts from sudden surprise to a smug look of victory.

He slips his thumb out of her mouth, tapping her cheek affectionately. Something threatens to leak out of him with the way she's beaming back at him.

Instead Mark pushes it down, hands trailing until they meet her thighs, dipping between them. She’s fucking soaked, heat practically pulsing from her cunt.

He teases her over the fabric, featherlight touches that have her thrusting her hips against his hand for more.

Helly whines against him, hips grinding furiously into the little he gives her. “Stop teasing…”

He can’t help himself, “Yeah? You need more baby?” He whispers against her forehead, before she has a chance to respond his hand slips beneath the drenched lace of her panties.

She buckles into his hand as his fingers find her clit, rubbing gentle circles into it.

“You're gonna be good for me right?” She whines into his shoulder, mumbling something unintelligible. “Right Helly?” 

She leans back, mini bangs sticking to her forehead. “Mhmm…” 

Mark smirks at her, licking his lips. “Good girl.” he pushes his finger into her pussy as he says it. Holding eye contact as he works himself into her tight entrance.

Helly mewls as he adds a second digit, scissoring apart her walls gently. “F-Feels so-” she's able to stutter out. Bouncing on his fingers enthusiastically.

He's going to tease her a bit more, maybe slide down to have a proper taste..

But then she's clenching around his fingers, head thrown back and lips wife open.

He catches something between a plea and a curse before she cries out, cunt pulsing around his fingers and soaking down to his wrist.

It’s the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

Mark works her through the aftershocks slowly, even as Helly feels like she's been flung off another planet.

She's pretty sure she's never come that hard in her life, and for kiers sake his fingers are still inside her.. <b>filling her up…</b>

“Kid?” Mark's voice snaps her out of her stupor, a mix of gentle eyes and a smug smile catching her off guard. “You good?”

Helly manages to nod, trying her best to ignore how his hand is <b>still</b> halfway inside her.

She kisses him like it will drown out all the noise, like it will stop him looking at her like she's some wounded animal.

Their noses bump, drawing a groan of pain from him. This time he doesn't protest when her hands find his belt buckle.

She has to fiddle with it for a moment, especially as he keeps distracting her with his lips.

Mark parts from her at last, leaning back smugly in his seat as she struggles with the clasp in the dark.

“Come on, you can do it.” He says mockingly, tugging a stray piece of hair out of her face.

Her glare is sharp enough to cut glass. “Fuck you.” she spits, it makes his cock twitch in his pants.

“Well if you could get these off..” 

She snaps the buckle so hard he thinks she might have broken the belt. Yet he can't find it in himself to care when her hand is wrapping around his dick.

She strokes him fast and hard. Bordering on painful. It somehow makes him even harder in her grip.

Helly leans in, kissing down his neck, occasionally nipping his pale skin. He's going to cum in her fist if she keeps this up any longer.

He sneaks his hand over hers, kissing her forehead gently.

“Mark..” She whines, he thinks he'd drive straight off a cliff if she was directing him in that voice.

“I know sweetheart, I wanna get inside you, do you wanna be full again?” He coaxes her, rocking against her hand invitingly.

Helly leans in, lips meeting his in a kiss that's so soft it could be mistaken for a peck.

He deepens it, their roles switching as he leads her hips upwards, on her knees so he can line his cock up with her. 

He slides his cock through her folds, delighting in her soft whines everytime he grazes her swollen clit.

She murmurs something he can't quite catch between kisses, too caught up in notching himself at her entrance.

Mark knows he should ease her down, let her try the tip first before he makes her bottom out.

But he'd also never been particularly patient.

His blunt nails dig into her hips as he drags her down, spearing her open on his cock until his balls are flush with her ass.

She's surprisingly quiet, a quality he's come to learn and enjoy in their few hours of acquaintance.

Her chest rises up and down as she attempts to catch her breath, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

Gently Mark tilts her face back towards him by the chin. “Helly?” He can't lose her too soon.

“You're so pretty, you know that right…” She nods, dazed and drunk on the feeling of his fingers against her clit. “Of course you do, you wanna make m- <b>us</b> feel good, don't you kid?”

Helly nods again, and he suppresses the urge to grin. She's as pliable as they come, filled to the brim and hanging off is every word.

Slowly he gathers up a handful of her ass with his hands, patting her backside affectionately.

“Hip hip Helly.” He chuckles, starting to bounce her in his lap.

Helly follows his lead quickly, hands perched on his chest for leverage as she bounces up and down on his cock.

Every so often she bottoms out completely, and everytime Mark has to hold back from grabbing her and taking over.

She looks so proud of herself, everytime she's able to draw a particularly sharp groan of herself she grins like she's won a fucking medal.

It's adorable, sickenly sweet when she looks at him like that…

Eventually her rhythm slows, more weak grinding than any of the fast bunny hopping she started with.

Mark helps, bouncing her up and down as her head lolls against his chest. 

He catches her lips in another lazy kiss, sucking on her tongue until her eyes roll back.

It's slow, like they have all the time in the world, two strangers finding absolution in each other. Cigarette smoke curling around them both like a leash.

Helly mutters to herself every once in a while, little pleas to go ‘harder’ and ‘faster’

He follows her whims like a dog. It's worth it when her face lights up in pure ecstasy.

Eventually the telltale signs of her breath hitching, moans a little more high pitched.

“You gonna come? Gonna soak my cock little Helly?” He groans, kissing down her neck as she bounces on him furiously. Her walls damn near choking his cock.

“Yeah,”

“You're mine right? Gonna cum for me?” 

She nods again. He can feel her cunt spasming around him and-

“..‘m yours..”

His orgasm hits him like a fucking train, coarsing through him. All he can see is red, her hair, her lips. <b>Helly</b>

She comes too, at least he thinks she does, he catches sight of her pale neck. Head thrown back as she screams.

And he's even happier they're not a motel now cause if anyone else heard these sounds he's pretty sure there would be a fucking noise complaint.

“Fucking hell..”Mark heaves as he comes down from the high, Helly still perched on his lap. 

They catch their breath, the glass is fogged over, her panties tossed somewhere in the backseat..

She grins at him, his softening dick still filling her up. “Y’know, I don't quite know when I wanna get off…”

The double meaning hangs in the air between them, Mark's hand already coming up to grope her ass.

“Yeah? Well I only have one bed in the semi.” He presses her against his chest seamlessly, the warmth of her small frame against his making him hard all over again.

Helly looks up at him, something mischievous flickering in her doe eyes. “I'm sure we'll make it work.” Mark only nods dumbly as she leans back up, catching his lips in another lazy kiss.