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puppy love

puppy love | yandere!mark grayson x afab!reader | MULTI-CHAP: 3

chapter 2

cw; DARK CONTENT!!! MDNI!!! reader is neurodivergent, ableism, growing up is messy & adults suck, angst, niceguy™/slight incel mark, childhood friend/bully!mark, mark gets his powers sooner, teeny tiny implications of pseudo incest (blink and you'll miss it), violent rape, threats of violence, & canon typical violence, stalking, implied murder, gender & body dysphoria, mentions/implications of disordered eating, mark teases reader about their body once, overall asshole mark, implied grooming (mark handles it but he's a lil bitch about it later), so, victim blaming, misogyny, the inexplicable horrors of being afab, objectification, sexualization

about; you don't know how long i could stare into your picture and wish that it was me i guess it's different 'cause you love him but i've got an interactive sick and twisted imagination and that's gotta count for something - not allowed (tv girl)

you'd found a boy that made your heart go thump thump, thump. and you knew very well how the rest of that story usually went.

your love was encompassing. asphyxiating and obsessive. and in the very first moment the two of you interacted, you knew, this could be it.

you didn't blame yourself.

you couldn't blame yourself.

blame the love stories.

the disney movies with the princes and the magic mirrors. breaking curses with true love's kiss. much like the fabricated sugary fantasies, your potential life with him unfolded before your eyes.

he could be the one.

true love's forever kiss.

you imagined it all.

movie theater dates, awkward parental meetings, proposals, a home, kids, pets. arguments. therapy, even. pushing through at the end. death. rebirth. trying it all over again in the next life.

all you had to do was get him to stick around.

you had to make him understand that you could be his true love kiss, too.

you had to be perfect.

. . there was just one miniscule problem.

the boy so happened be on the same baseball team as mark.

it's the way the two of you had met.

despite the fact that you were supposed to be there for mark: your eyes were . . elsewhere. your eyes - then your focus - had gravitated towards him even before the first pitch. and you found yourself blushing as you watched him stretch: holding his baseball bat over his head.

you'd made it your only goal to attempt to extract as much information about it from mark as discretely as you could. and frankly, you should've known mark would be able to read you like the back of his hand.

because he found out what you were trying to do embarrassingly quickly.

and he was just as quick to shut it down.

you hadn't noticed the boy before. not really. but since the baseball game, he seemed to be everywhere. and you were excited to find that he was the new addition to mark's friend group. you knew this because you saw him and mark sitting together during lunch.

which meant they were at least acquaintances.

so imagine your shock when you came to find out. . mark didn't like him.

everything about him seemed to rub mark the wrong way. mark would clam up the moment you mentioned your boy. he'd change the subject. or his mood would just straight up sour. he'd go quiet and avoidant. and when you kept pushing, he finally snapped.

your boy was stupid.

your boy was shallow.

"don't say i didn't warn you." mark would mumble.

but warning you wasn’t enough.

your boy barely looked at you.

and you weren't sure if it was in part because of the way you acted. . the way you looked. maybe he was so out of your league that he'd completely removed you from his radar.

you'd watch him from across hallways and excitement would swell in your chest when you found that you'd be walking in opposite directions.

you'd see him coming.

he'd see you.

time would slow as you walked past him.

your heart rate would pick up.

but his eyes would remain forward and time would pick back up again as soon as you were past each other.

all it'd leave you with was the bitter taste of rejection in your mouth and a deep ache of anxiety bubbling in your stomach.

the only thing that sobered you up were the dizzying possibilities.

he hadn't seen you. he hadn't noticed the effort you'd put in.

but eventually, he would.

you don't know what it was that grabbed his attention.

mark was vehemently against introducing you two.

you were at a loss until you realized that you'd just have to try harder.

whenever mark left for the bathroom, you'd made it a mission to swipe mark's phone during study sessions. you'd go through his socials and send yourself screenshots of both his follower count and who he was following.

it was a long tedious progress but eventually, you'd found your boy's account.

thankfully, it was public. which meant the the decoy accounts you'd made to snoop just in case he was private turned out to be a waste of time.

you looked through his followers and did your homework on anyone he showed a particular interest in. you'd even made a list of the usernames of the people who’s posts he interacted with the most.

and soon you became a master of disguise.

you studied them top to bottom.

those that went to the same school were far easier to emulate.

you copied their mannerisms, the way they styled their hair, you changed the cadence of your voice, the way you rolled your r’s. your clothing grew tighter and your slouch was now an exaggerated upbeat gallop as you chased after the object your new affection, hoping one day he'd notice.

. . and the exact moment he looked into your eyes and did a double take. . you did one, too.

it was completely out of surprise before you caught yourself and continued to saunter away from him with butterflies in your stomach: flapping their wings so violently it felt like you'd be swept away.

his attention was the most excitement you'd felt. . in a long time.

and you knew you'd do anything to retain it.

it was a sickly sweet feeling: syrupy, sticky. clogging your vascular system to the point your head swelled. the lack of oxygen only heightened your fantasies.

the attention was addictive and so, so good you found yourself chasing that high all the time. going to extreme lengths to get his attention. even if they’d end up embarrassing you after.

you never allowed yourself to wallow in the feeling of dread that settled in your stomach when you did everything in your power to get his attention, though.

specially whenever it made a smile stretch across his face.

whatever you did faded into the background.

it was all worth it in the end.

something was wrong with mark.

and he needed to get to the root of the problem fast.

he was looking at you. . differently.

he talked to his dad.

nolan had said something about the changing moods having to do with his powers. how being intense and passionate was just in his blood.

he talked to his mom about it. albeit in a more discrete way. he'd never be able to live it down if she'd found out you were making him behave a certain way.

she'd just chalked it up to it being puberty.

mark didn't know who to believe.

he just wanted to stop thinking about you.

his nerves were shot to shit whenever you were near.

senses heightened: you were a fog blanketing his brain until your voice carried with it a technicolor vision.

he could smell you coming like a damn blood hound.

he could hear your pulse while sitting next to you.

something was wrong with mark.

he knew it when his teeth ached when you'd stretched your neck: raised your arms over your head and let out a little sound of pain and discomfort.

something was wrong with mark.

when the day's turned warm and wet. . and your clothing became more revealing.

he could see more of you.

freckles and moles, blemishes and scars, he hadn't noticed before.

he'd follow sweat drops rolling down your skin.

smooth. soft.

he'd held you, once.

when was the last time?

something was wrong with mark.

he'd lay awake at night staring up at the ceiling.

thinking about how you'd looked while you concentrated on a book. while you looked down at your phone. while you listened to music: smiling when a song you liked came on.

your little humming. . but not singing.

never singing.

mark noticed you'd stopped singing in front of him when he started to make fun of you for it.

that, too, was how mark knew something was wrong with him.

the way your moods would shift like tides under a crescent moon whenever he'd said something excited him. he felt pleasure - a violent zap of electricity shooting up and down his spice - watching your eyes light up or darken when he'd say something to you.

about you.

i like your hair today.

light.

you talk so goddamn much.

dark.

i missed you.

light.

your stories take fucking forever.

dark.

something was wrong with him when he found his own mood depended on fantasizing on how he'd make you feel that day.

if he was in a bad mood, seeing you in one, too, was a sure-fire way to make his day a whole lot better.

something was wrong with mark.

when he'd have to smother the sounds he made while imagining you -

something was wrong with him. . when red, hot anger consumed him when one of his friends made a smart quip about your body.

when he couldn't just laugh it off anymore.

something was wrong with mark.

. . or so he thought.

because he'd later find out. .

. . no.

something was wrong with you.

all of a sudden: mark was the one double texting.

triple texting.

mark was the one asking if he could hang out. . and when the fuck did he ever need permission?

mark was the one seeking you out.

something was wrong with you.

and he needed to get to root of the problem.

he picked his brain apart in an attempt to figure out what it was. you couldn't be under any stress. you looked fine. better than fine.

you looked happy.

fucking elated.

to the point where mark couldn't affect your moods anymore.

mark wanted to know what the fuck you were so happy about.

why the fuck you were so happy when he was falling apart at the seams. when his world was crashing down.

and there you were, completely fucking oblivious.

mark had always been curious.

and so, he went to see you.

the two of you were in your room.

you'd excused yourself to go to the bathroom.

and mark started looking.

you were predictable.

he knew where you kept your journal. despite how many times he'd found it and read it aloud - holding it above his head whenever you tried to snatch it away - he'd always managed to figure out your next hiding place.

it was easier that way.

he pretended he didn't know where it was.

you pretended to have some privacy.

he pretended not to know every single, minute, insignificant detail of your life.

of your thoughts.

thank fuck you were still so naive.

thank fuck for dairies.

he'd found it in a box under your bed.

and after flipping to the page with the freshest set of ink. . he'd found out what your problem was.

you'd found a boy who'd made your heart go

thump.

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gutterfuuck · 2 days

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thinkin abt u and ur best friend mark…

cw: somno, pervy mark, drunk reader, mdni

bff!mark who gets touchy when you’re out and about, his hands always finding their way on your shoulder, thigh, neck. of course, he was protecting you! he had to keep you safe from all of the other bad men, it was what best friends were for, right?

bff!mark who forgets to return your pajamas from the night before, hoping that you would eventually forget about them too, so he could continue sniffing at your clothes, his mouth hanging open while he fucks his fist.

bff!mark who apologises for the weird mark that stained the seat of your pajama shorts, swearing up and down that he knew how bad it looked and that he had no idea how it had gotten there. best friends don’t lie to each other, after all.

bff!mark who lets you get just a little bit more tipsy than you should be; helping you swallow down yet another drink even after you had insisted that it was to be your last.

bff!mark who damn near almost has to carry you across campus on his back, your high heels in his hand as not to lose them, he knew that they were your favourite.

bff!mark who holds your door open for you, watching as you stumbled into your home, tripping over nothing, resting on your bed.

bff!mark who doesn’t have a problem with sleeping over in your room for the night, you were his best friend.

bff!mark who starts to strip you naked, trying his best to avert his eyes from your body while he attempted to change your clothes for you, not being able to resist looking at your tits, your nipples pebbling up from the cold air.

bff!mark who’s hands start to roam your barely conscious body, pulling your pants down to your ankles to take you all in. he was just cleaning you up a little, changing you so you’d be clean for bed.

bff!mark who buried his face into your crotch, sniffing you like he had sniffed your clothes, his heart thumping as he debated whether he should taste your cunt, just one lick, one taste and he’ll be done…

bff!mark who has no idea what he’s doing, his tongue flicking against your clit mindlessly. you tasted so sweet to him, making out with your pussy, kissing your little nub lovingly.

bff!mark who is painfully hard, his cock straining against his pants as he palmed his clothed bulge, looking down on your sleeping body, knowing that he was violating you in your own bed, knowing that your roommate could walk in at any time and ruin his fun.

bff!mark who’s hands fully yank your pants past your ankles, leaving you completely nude, eating you up with his eyes.

bff!mark who apologises while he jerks off over your unconscious form, occasionally slowing down to rub his leaking tip all over your lips, guilt slowly slipping away as he lost himself in you,

“sorry… ‘m so sorry..” he says in between heavy breaths, the thought of you waking up in the morning and knowing none the wiser making him throb.

bff!mark who is scrambling to stuff his dick back into his pants as if he had never done anything wrong, searching his blank and flustered brain for an excuse as to why you were naked.

“i thought id clean you up”, “you threw up all over yourself”, “you trust your best friend right, y/n?”

and who are you to judge him?

bff!mark who watches you stand up clumsily, your tits bouncing as you walk over to your messy desk, pulling one of his shirts over your head. he had left it in your room some time ago, and you had been using it as a pajama top.

bff!mark who can’t stop himself from blurting out how good you looked, even with your makeup smudged and your hair in a mess. you smiled back, best friends were supposed to compliment you, no matter how pervy it came off as sometimes.

bff!mark who takes advantage of your drunken, sloppy state, his pockets almost bulging with panties you would never see again and would blame on the community dryer that you swore had eaten up your sweaty t-shirt, the same shirt that mark used as a pillowcase, falling asleep to your smell.

bff!mark who regrets not holding you down, covering your mouth with his hand and just using your body to get himself off, telling you how much he needed this and how much he wanted you.

bff!mark who tucks you into bed, waiting for you to fall back into a deep sleep before he’s fisting his cock with his hand again over you,

“you’re gonna take it- fuckkk, i’m gonna make you take m-me-“

he groans, mumbling to you as if you could hear him,

“g’na shove it in-inside… get you pregnant- hng..”

bff!mark who pumps his cock faster, chasing his approaching orgasm, body tensing up as he shot white ropes onto your sleeping face, hips stuttering as he carried on stroking his length, overstimulating himself to ride out this moment for longer.

bff!mark who pulls out his phone, taking picture after picture of the way his cum glazed your face and leaked down your cheek,

“y/n, i’m so sorry… sorry..”

he whispers sweetly, wiping the mess he made on your face away with the sleeve of his hoodie, planting kisses all over your face.

bff!mark who finds himself in his boxers, sneaking under the covers to sleep beside his best friend, a regular occurrence after you had drank for the night.

bff!mark who whispers goodnight into your unhearing ears, kissing your forehead and pulling you into his arms. you wouldn’t question it in the morning, as usual. you trusted your best friend, even when you woke up with mark’s dick pressed against your ass. it was just morning wood, it wasn’t on purpose. you trusted your best friend.

#mark grayson x reader #mark grayson #mark grayson smut #invincible #cnc somno #fem reader #somno k!nk #invincible x reader #dark blog #bff!mark grayson

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deedeedeedeedeedeedee · 2 days

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TW for SA

Imo, what Invincible does with Anissa in the comics is what should've been done every time Nightwing got SA'd. It's not exactly peak closure, but I wish someone would have addressed Dick Grayson's trauma without the writers minimizing it or people over sexualizing him. Dick got SLUT-SHAMED by the other characters after he was assaulted. Somehow his trauma is never brought up again and it's devastating.

#nightwing #invincible #mark grayson #richard grayson #dick grayson #robin #bruce wayne #dc comics

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cyanide-sippy-cup · 2 days

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Father-son bonding ♥

Yeah okay maybe I have a bit of a problem. Just a teensy eensy weensy bit though. Maybe.

I was gonna make Thula and the other guy into evil Kryptonians but when I went to make her into Faora I realized she's actually just Anissa in like every way (which pairs nicely with a C*****st Brutaal and T***gg Zod). So I didn't end up doing that.

Included some cute Kon and Jon cause I can. Almost switched the colors and made Ollie Mario.

(Made the second image mainly because I thought Mark looked funny in the back, but then I accidentally made Conner vogue which is incredibly in-character lol)

(That second image could also be Jor-El and Jon but it didn't fit this au [plus you can tell I did not care to put effort in that one])

(Sidenote Debbie would make an awesome Lois and I just wanted to point it out)

#i stole conners backpack because he doesnt need education (lex implanted him with everything he knew)#conner kent #connor kent #superboy #superman #jon kent #clark kent #invincible spoilers #invincible season 2 #invincible s2 #invincible series #invincible show #omni man #mark grayson #nolan grayson #oliver grayson #invincible #amazon invincible #kon el

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nipple-diplee · 1 day

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fortnite guy

#invincible #mark grayson

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vampiyahs · 2 days

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guess who moved onto a certain man w a mustache and his alienasian son

#my darling baby boy hes literally me btw #mark grayson #invincible #invincible amazon #vio spits out art

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ric505 · 2 days

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Invincible became people

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ko-conner · 2 days

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Grayson & Grayson

Based on the scenes below:

#invincible #batman #dick grayson #mark grayson #nightwing #comics #comic art #kite man

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txraos · 3 days

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hello, may I please request yandere mark with an alien s/o whose planet was conquered by the viltrumites. Thank you and Have a wonderful day

Yandere!Mark Grayson + Alien s/o (Gn reader) WC : 533. CW's : Yandere!Mark, mentions of violence, manipulative/sweet Mark, Stockholm syndrome (? if u squint maybe?)

When the Viltrumites conquered your planet you knew you didn’t had a choice but to behave as complacent as possible to avoid getting in any kind of trouble, Viltrumites were merciless and left no room for mistakes. One day a Man from Earth who called himself “Invincible” came accompanied with a defense team against the Viltrumite, he acted as your savior, helping you escape that place. He convinced you to leave your planet behind and everything you had to run away to a better place with him. “i promise i will keep you safe, your planet just isn’t anymore” bittersweet words resonating trough your mind after bearing so much since the arrival of the Viltrumites, you didn't even think about it twice, the promise of a better life was enough for you.

When you arrived to earth with him, he revealed his real name to you as a way to gain your trust, he showed you the beauties of earth, how simple could life be, and it worked, it brought you closer to him. Mark took care of you, he relocated you on earth, he managed to get you a place where you could live comfortable and safe, he installed cameras in every room and outside of the house, he swore it was just to keep you safe, what if someone wanted to break into your house?

Mark showed you the beauty of earth, but he also told you about how awful people can be, no different than the Viltrumites, or even worse, people who like to pick on the weak for fun, to beat them up and record it just for fun. “This sure can be a wicked place after all but don’t worry, that’s why I'm here” Mark said with a warm smile after noticing that just those words were enough to keep you tied to this place. “Dont ever leave this place, ever. if you need anything call me and only me. You are safe here” Mark had completely prohibited for you to leave the place he arranged for you, he says its for your own safety and protection, god forbid that Viltrumites come to earth and find you.

It didn’t took you long to fall for him, how could you not? He was a dream man, he took good care of you and he even gave you a new life. Mark spends too many hours taking care of you, checking on you, visiting you, he almost doesn’t let you do anything by yourself. “What would you be without me?” He said as he caressed the sides of your face “You would probably be dead” chilling words but he sure means no harm by that, after all, he’s right, you would be dead without him, at best you would be still serving the Viltrumite against your own will.

No words can convey how much grateful you are for Mark, you owe him your life, Mark had done so much for you that it became a natural obligation to put your trust in his word. In a place like this, there is no one better to take care of you than him.

#thank you so much for the request! xx #invincible x reader #mark grayson x reader #mark grayson #yandere mark grayson

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2700lagostas · 3 days

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Invincible S02E07 - "I'm Not Going Anywhere"

#animationedit #cartoonedit #invincibleedit #invincible #userstream #userbbelcher #dailyanimatedgifs #animationsource #dailyinvincible #dailyanimatedpoc #invincible amazon #invincible season 2 #mark grayson #amber bennett #2700gifs #2700lagostas

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melmov · 2 days

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They won’t get out of my head

#oh boy they make me ill #mark definitely loves hanging out with Oliver to get his mind off the crazy things #mark grayson #oliver grayson #invincible #invincible amazon #invincible fanart #art #my art #digital art #fanart #doodle

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avisisisis · 2 days

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i cannot stop thinking about anissa and marky though [COMIC SPOILERS]

how did he react when he learned what his mother did? just like mark, he lived a lie. he thought his mother was kind and nice — the only thing that is true is that she loved him, but now, he has no idea if he should believe it

and. you've grown up being conditioned to believe that violence is peace, and that kindness is a lie and a weakness. you hurt people. by hurting a person, by destroying him irreparably, you found the boy you love most: your son. and you don't regret it. you hope one day, once he sees him, he'll get it. but you still don't regret it. you can't say you're sorry

marky will grow up without his biological father, because when mark hugs him he can only remember his mother and what she did to him. your father can't love you the way your mom did. you can't love your mother the way your father loved his

the worst part is, that it she hadn't done it, you wouldn't have existed. you wouldn't be here. your father will grow to love you. you will grow to accept each other. but you tend to wonder — if he never sees you as anything else other than your mother's son, then who will you have when everyone else you know dies?

#i hate anissa but also her character was done so well #like i hate her #fuck her #but jesus christ.#wow #i feel so bad for marky honestly #when anissa said “i don't regret it. tell him. tell him he'll understand when he sees him”#that shit hurt me #that was the WORST time for you to die girl #i was like “idc about anissa thank fuck she died” but then #i put myself in marky's place. and WOWWW #you gotta be strong to deam with that #YOU GOTTA BE STRONG TO BE ANY INVINCIBLE TBH #LIKE WOW.#thinking about mark now #imagine learning that the person who hurt you the most is a better person now #and that means she regrets kt #but then you learn right after her death that she does not regret it at all #you don't even get to hear an “i'm sorry”. not that you'd have listened to it #then you learn she had a son. with you. named AFTER YOU #honestly i can't blame him for allowing things to be THAT awkward w marky #i am so glad the reconciled tho I don't think I'd be able to live if mark's son hated him #tw sa mention #invincible #invincible comic #comic spoilers #marky grayson #anissa invincible #mark grayson #b4 anyone gets this wrong: I DO NOT SUPPORT WHAT ANISSA DID. it's just that marky's relationship w her is smth i would love to see explored

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lowthebridge · 3 days

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Rex: romántico pero no mucho (romantic but not a lot). No one knows how many tries it will take Mark to convince him...(and how many will get interrupted).

#invincible #markrex #rex splode #mark grayson

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gutterfuuck · 12 hours

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your mark fics have me 🫣🫣🫣 i was literally tweaking over that bff mark one…i need more bff mark immediately omfg…

ask and receive!

kind of a continuation on this post here, mdni!!

i have written just like the format of my last post about pervy bff mark, though will be working on a full fic pretty soon, so glad u have enjoyed it!

cw: stalkerish behaviour from mark ngl, making out, dry humping, mark is kinda subby but more because he is desperate and not rlly a sub? i am not sure how to describe it haha ^^;, drinking, college mark and reader

bff!mark who wakes you up with breakfast in bed, making sure to not be beside you before you woke up, he didn’t want you to think that you had done something with him last night… or rather, that he had done something to you. he would be milking his cock for weeks thinking about how you tasted on his tongue, craving for more, craving to have you pulling on his hair and whimpering his name.

bff!mark who says, “oh, it was no big deal. gotta make sure nobody tries to harm you, y’know?” as he leaves your room in response to you thanking him for getting you home last night, remembering how he had helped you clean up and change. you trusted him so much, he was such a gentleman. you were glad to call him your best friend.

bff!mark who blushes fifty shades of red when you run up to him the next day, grabbing onto his arm and pressing your soft breasts against his skin, his brain short circuiting as he tried to spit out a simple hello, butterflies plaguing his stomach.

bff!mark who almost creams his fucking boxers at the opportunity of getting something from your dorm room for you; “i just need my bag! i can’t believe i left without it this morning, i really don’t have the energy to sprint across campus- mark pleaseeee..~” you begged, and how could he refuse?

bff!mark whos hands are shaking as he slots your key into the door, unlocking it and stepping in. he found your bag almost instantly, of course he would recognise the bag he had gifted you. you always used it, always carried around a piece of him.

bff!mark who can’t help himself from locking the door behind him ‘5 minutes’ he thought. he could blame his lateness on tiredness, he’d tell you that he just walked back instead of running like he had on the way there.

bff!mark who pulls his hardening cock out of his pants, spitting on his hand so he could fold up one of your pillows and thrust into it, so he could pretend to fuck your cunt and get off on the idea that you’d never know that you would have your face pressed up against his dried precum later as you drifted off to sleep.

“y/n so good… wan’to f-fuckihn- hold you..” your bff groaned as he thrusted his hips up into the soft fabric, eyes closed as he thought about how pretty you would look with his dick in your mouth, how much he’d love to have your head bobbing up and down on his cock, how much he craved tasting your tight cunt again and how much he wanted to bounce your hips up and down onto his length; how much he wanted to fuck you into the mattress until he felt satisfied. “pressing on me like that.. c-could’ve-should’ve touched your tits..” he whispered, throwing his head back with a deep moan.

bff!mark who has to stop himself from cumming on your pillow, quickly pulling his pants back up and grabbing your bag, returning it to you with a smile. you’d throw your arms around his shoulders, jump up into a little hug with your leg raised… you made him so horny he couldn’t think straight. he especially couldn’t think straight when you asked him if he wanted to come over tonight, watch a movie, have a couple of drinks together since the guy who had promised to see you tonight bailed on you.

bff!mark who arrives with a large bottle of cheap vodka and an off brand bottle of coke, his eyes scanning you up and down in your almost skimpy pajama set. you don’t mind showing off a little skin, mark would never think of seeing you like that.

bff!mark who watches you refill your cup again and again; you always got carried away with your alcohol. he sips carefully, pretending to take large gulps. waiting. until-

“wanna kiss?” you slurred, taking mark by surprise. had he heard you correctly? he almost grabbed you by your shoulders and slammed you up against your dorm’s kitchen wall, grateful for his self restraint.

bff!mark who can’t talk— only act— you had knocked the breath out of him. he nodded lazily, biting his tongue before pressing his lips against yours experimentally, quickly pulling away… his hand cradles your cheek, lips connecting with yours again.

bff!mark who is so eager, who doesn’t even wait until he’s pressing his tongue into your mouth, loving the way you gasped lightly, twitching in his jeans at the way you shyly pressed your tongue against his. mark used his other hand to subtly rub his hardening dick, mind cloudy and body hot. there was no way this was actually happening.

bff!mark who wants to tell you how badly he’s wanted this; wants you to know about how he touches you when you sleep next to him, how he couldn’t help himself from stealing your underwear and cumming his brains out at the thought of your tight cunt walls compressing his dick.

bff!mark grabs your waist, guides you both over to your bed and pulls you onto his lap, his lips never daring to leave yours and his tongue fighting against yours. “f-fuhckk..” he’d whine for a second, totally lost in you. your hips gyrated on top of his bulge, causing a loud groan to come from his throat. there was no way in hell this was happening- he must’ve died and gone to heaven

“n-need you to suck me off- n-no- i wanna lick out your pussy so bad— fuck let me put my tip in-won’t hurt i promise, y/n please-“ he babbled, hips bucking up against your thin pajama shorts, quickly pulling his pants down so it could bob out freely, cock head wet with precum.

bff!mark who melts into you, hands not knowing where to touch or where to go, your mixed saliva dripping down his chin with how messily he kissed you. the best thing about it? you were sober enough to remember this time. fuck. he thought as he pulled your shorts to the side, looking down at how your pussy left a damp spot on his jeans, i can’t wait to fuck up your insides.

sorry to cut it off short here! i want to save all of the good stuff for the full fic i will be working on. i hope you enjoy! i lowkey love bff mark now… don’t fuel me…

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Invincible: Mark Grayson x FEM!reader

Firstly, I want to start by saying this: I had the first part written out perfectly, then Tumblr just suddenly exited out to my home screen. I wasn't able to safe it to drafts on time (cause I honestly didn't know that was gonna happen), so if the first part seemed kinda sloppy, you know why.

"I'm glad to see you're back here, Mark." The nurse greeted and gave her best toothy grin to the older male. The man, who had a bouquet of flowers, respond with a low chuckle. So low, you would assume he hadn't heard her. "Those flowers are for Ms. L/N?"

"Yeah," He rubbed the back of his neck as a nervous smile appeared on his lips. "These are my apologies for not showing up lately. Hope she doesn't get angry at me."

"I'm sure she won't be angry, Mark. Ms. L/N is kinder than you think. Although it's not my place to speak; you should know how amazing your grandma is, Mark." The man flinched at this. It was like a bullet piercing through his soul; It was something he couldn't dodge. He fixed a fake smile on his face to hide the disturbed one he had.

"I know she's kind. Too kind." With that, he bid the nurse farewell to meet with the patient.

His eyes came across many doors, but soon stopped at one he was most familiar with. His face was calm, but his eyes held fear. No, not because he was afraid of her, but because of the future after he leave her behind. What will life be like then? He groaned. He made sure his shirt was tucked neatly in his pants before walking into the room.

"Mark? Is that you?"

"Yeah. It's me." He quickly responded, making his way to the seat that was next to her bed.

"I'm was starting to think you forgotten about me." The older woman joked, which he laughed at.

"I'll never forget about you, Y/N." He leaned over to give the woman a kiss on the forehead. "I bought you flowers. "

The woman glanced at them, lips widen as she took in the sight of the beautiful plants. "Kee getting me these flowers, Mark and in here would be a garden." She joked, but Mark knew that she appreciated them anyways. "So..."

Mark gave the woman his full attention.

"How's Eve?" Mark knew where this was going and he hated it. He stayed silent, refusing to answer her. "Oh, come on. Has your lady magnet vanished? I would've assumed you'd have many women flocking over you."

"Yeah, Y/N, but—"

"But what? You're not thinking that we're still together, right?" The man stayed silent and Y/N sighed at this. "Look, Mark. I'm sixty-four and your twenty-five. It's not going to work out. You have a whole life ahead of you. Didn't you say you wanted kids? I'm sure it's still possible without me."

"Yeah, but I wanted them with you!" He stood up from his chair in frustration. "It's only because I'm half viltrumite that it's impossible to live a life with the woman I love. Dad was able to love mom, why can't I do so with you." Y/N stayed quiet as she listened to his rant. "I just.. I just..." He sat back down in defeat, placing his head tiredly into his hands. "I just really love you, Y/N. I really do."

The woman's eyes started to form tears at the man's words. "I know, Mark. I know." She then closed her eyes as she continued to speak. "But even so, Mark. You have to move on. Who knows when it'll be my last days on earth."

"Don't say that."

"But it's true."

The room went silent. Beeping noise from the machine was the only thing being heard. Mark's sniffing was just as loud as well. He tried to hold his tears back, but it was impossible. He didn't like the direction life was taking him. He didn't want this. At the moment, he wished he was born without powers, so then he and Y/N could live a life without worry.

"Um.. I'm sorry, Mark—uh, Mr. Grayson. Visiting hours are over. You can come same time tomorrow." The nurse from earlier entered the room, a small frown on her face at the sight before her.

"Yeah," The male only muttered. He stood up from the chair and began making his way out of the room. "I'll see you tomorrow." Y/N nodded in response at this and watched as her once in a lifetime lover left her sight.

———

Although it pained him, Mark decided to take Y/N's advice.

It had been a week since he had visited Y/N and during those days, he had went on a date with Eve, which Y/N was very excited about (he had told her during a phone call). Today, he was planning another date with the red head when he had gotten an unexpected call from the hospital.

"Mark? Hi, it's Annise from Silver's hospital and I called to let you know that—"

"Is Y/N alright? It has been awhile since I've last visited her. I hope she isn't too upset." He laughed, but was met with silence on the other line.

"Well, about that." The nurse was hesitant to continue, but she pulled through. "Ms. L/N has passed away. We really tried our best to—" Before the woman was even able to finish, the door to the hospital was bust open. Her eyes widen at the sudden sight of Mark. "M-Mark!"

"Where is she? Where is she?!"

"We've already placed her in the—"

"Let me see her!"

"Mark, please calm down." The nurse was panicky as she wasn't sure how to handle the male, so she opt to call for security.

"Please. You have to let me see her." Mark slouched his body as he allowed the security to take him away. "Please." Annise watched as the group of men took the pained man away. She felt terrible.

———

Mark, now thirty-five, stood before Y/N's grave with a somber look. Many years had past and if there was a way he could rewind time to prevent this from happening, he would, but sadly he can't.

"Daddy, daddy! Mummy told me to check on you." Mark removed his eyes from the tombstone and onto his daughter.

He smiled. "I'm doing good." He picked up his daughter, Terra, and gave her kiss on the cheek. "I'm just giving a gift to the dead."

"Do you know the dead?"

"Only this one." He answered and the girl stayed silent. Soon enough, Eve made her way to her husband.

"You ready to go?" She question, and yet, she knew the answer to that.

"Just.. Yeah. Let's go." He placed his daughter on the ground and took ahold of her hand, soon leaving the sight of the graveyard.

Placed on the tombstone was a familiar bouquet of flowers that Mark once gave to Y/N.

'You are loved and you will be missed.'

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Let me know what you think?

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