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(On an unrelated note, I feel like Sonar would try to convince them to help with his crypto currency stuff. If they do is up to u.)

*slams gavel* c o r r e c t

part one here

part two here

ROBERT ROBERTSON III/MECCA MAN X GN!SUPERCOMPUTER!READER - Part 3

so when z-team hears that robert let you into the mech suit, they’re shocked. 

“and he was nice? didn’t say anything like ‘don’t touch that’ or ‘get the hell out?’” Sonar questions, voice disbelieving. “yeah, i don’t know. seems a little off,” malevola chimes in from where she’s sitting on the counter.

“or,” prism continues, “maybe he likes you.” her voice is teasing, and your face heats. “it’s not like that—he just wanted to show me something.”

“yeah, show you his dick,” flambae mutters, and you glare at him. “we’re friends,” you say.

Summary: Hiding a secret power, you join the ranks of the Z-Team as Robert’s intern

Notes: Thank you all so much for your support for this fanfic!!! (I nearly cried)

Tags: @domomomomo

Robert is already at his desk when you arrive the next day- hair rumpled, coffee half-forgotten, Beef sprawled across his lap like a weighted blanket with opinions.

Your first official shift at the dispatch console begins with Robert’s voice right behind you.

“Alright, intern. Let’s walk through a normal morning.”

You’re already seated, logged in, headset adjusted. The glow of the console panels warms your hands. Your heart’s still beating faster than you want to admit. More… residue from yesterday. From Flambé. From everything.

Flambé hasn’t looked at you since backing away. Or maybe you haven’t looked at him.

There’s a single soft whff beside you.

“Don’t worry, Beef’s fine. He’s just, uh… union-mandated comfort weight.”

Beef perks up at comfort, tail thumping with the entitled confidence of someone who knows he is adored.

You slip him a treat you absolutely, totally did not bring on purpose.

Robert notices, and something in his tired expression lifts. “Okay. You definitely get to stay.”

He begins walking you through mission queues, caller categories, and acronyms that absolutely should not exist. While he talks, his abandoned coffee sits at the edge of his desk- half-full and slipping into its “cold and tragic” phase.

He hasn’t sipped it once. Not while teaching you the difference between “non-emergency unusual noise” and “absolutely a villain doing something stupid again.”

Robert is running purely on adrenaline, stubbornness, and Beef.

When he stops to sort through the mission roster, you quietly slip away to the break alcove, dump the cold coffee, and refill it with a fresh cup.

You return, placing it next to his elbow like it belongs there.

Robert blinks at it, then at you.

“…Was my suffering that obvious?”

“You were teaching with the dead look of someone who forgot caffeine exists.”

He snorts and lifts the cup.

“Intern, if you ever quit, HQ collapses within the hour.”

Once Beef settles by your chair like a lumpy guard lion, Robert guides you through the morning update.

“Prism’s on patrol. Golem’s hauling debris from yesterday’s explosion. Punch Up is… Punching Up somewhere.” He sips his coffee. “Sonar’s doing sonar things.”

You nod, clicking through the interface. “And Flambé?”

Robert shrugs. “Eating breakfast. Burning breakfast. Hard to tell.”

You definitely do not react to that.

He points to your screen. “Your job today is simple: handle inbound calls. Route missions. And if anything catches fire-“

“I stay away from Flambé,” you say automatically.

Robert frowns. “…No? You call me. You don’t run from coworkers.”

Your ears burn. “Right. Yes. Of course. Totally.”

“Dispatch, Flambé reporting in.”

You press the button- and for once, your pulse doesn’t spike. Talking is safe. Sound doesn’t burn. Voices don’t flare.

“Good to have you, Flambé. Try not to light any snack machines on fire today.”

“Hey! That was ONE TIME!”

Robert gives you a slight side-eye. The good kind. Like he noticed your tone was comfortable. Normal. You pretend to focus on your monitor.

The shift itself starts calm- that lasts twelve minutes.

“Dispatch! We’ve got- uh- problems!”

Sonar adds helpfully: “Golem sneezed and broke the walkway.”

“I’m sorry… it was dusty…”

Robert sighs into his palms. You pull up their map before he can even ask.

“There’s a maintenance ledge two floors down,” you say.

A pause.

Then Prism’s bright voice: “New intern coming in clutch! Nice call!”

“Thank you.” Golem rumbles.

You grin before you can stop yourself.

“Punch Up here. Found a fridge in the alley. Gonna suplex it.”

“Copy that. Uh… try not to break your spine.”

“Hah! Spine’s for cowards.”

The next lull in missions comes forty minutes later, and Robert finally leans back in his chair.

“You’re doing really well,” he says, rubbing his neck. “Better than most new hires. You actually listen.”

“I try.”

“You can also stay calm on coms. That’s rare. Invisigal is convinced you’re some kind of zen master.”

Zen master. Right, if only she knew.

Before the quiet can properly settle, Flambé’s voice bursts through the headset again, louder this time, over the sound of crackling heat.

“Dispatch, I need eyes on the south plaza. And before you ask- no- I did not set anything on fire.”

You pull up his feed, there’s a street vendor cart smoldering beside him. You decide not to comment on that.

“Got you,” you say, clicking into the map.

“You’re boxed in by construction fencing. Head east- there’s a service alley leading straight to the plaza fountain. Two left turns.”

Flambé scoffs. “Wow. Amazing. The intern can read a map.”

Robert gives you a do not respond glare. You ignore your impulse to apologize.

“Just giving you the quickest route,” you reply evenly. “Avoid the main road. There’s a stalled bus blocking half the street.”

There’s a beat of silence. You think, maybe, he’s surprised you’re still being helpful.

“Yeah. Great. Thanks, Intern. Truly life-changing directions.”

The line cuts.

Robert leans back in his chair with a sigh.

“So,” he says lightly, “you and Flambé… uh… not getting along?”

You shake your head. “It’s not that.”

He tilts his head. Not judging, not prying, just… concerned.

“Look,” he says after a moment. “You’re allowed to have boundaries. But Flambé’s… sensitive. Don’t tell him I said that.”

A heavier guilt settles in your gut.

But you don’t defend yourself, don’t explain, don’t confide in Robert. You can’t. Not when you’re still terrified of the truth. Not when your power still feels like a loaded weapon in your hands.

Robert doesn’t push the issue.

He just pats Beef, gathers his paperwork, and mutters: “If anything’s bothering you, you can talk to me. Or Blazer.“

“she’s not even sweating yet robert,” visi leans against the wall with crossed arms, amused voice raising over the sound of your shared huffs, “make her work for it.” 

you narrow your eyes from your place in the training room. “make me work for it? i didn’t even want to do thi—“ 

robert cuts in, adjusting the wraps on his callouses hands. “well you can’t use powers you don’t have.” his words are blunt. “and now, county supervillains know you’re with us. you’ll need to practice being precise, calculated, controlled—“

“lessons on control..” you raise a brow, hands coming to your hips in question, “from the man who almost threw a guy through the wall for talking to me?” 

“he was red ring.” your boyfriend throws a sharp look that makes your pulse spike, and your girlfriend grins with a roll of her eyes.

you’d been avoiding this situation for as long as you could. it’s not that you didn’t want to do cardio or get some movement in—it’s the fact that you’d be doing it with them. the most and least serious individuals when it comes to work. trying to match both of their expectations was equivalent to being pulled through a tornado. 

but after the z-team’s night out at the bar and a squabble that left the three of you bruised and curled up on fast-food restaurant benches: they’d realized the severity of the situation. 

“his dick is in a twist.” she huffs out, and robert pays her no mind. hr-nightmare jokes and teasing were normal conversation for the three of you at this point. “just humor him, sweetheart.” her gaze flicks to the side before finding yours again, “and me.” 

so you do. 

and within minutes you’re landed face down ass up, breathless, with robert’s frame capturing yours from behind and his hands pinning your wrists behind your back. the crotch of his grey sweats rubs against you, but visi appears with a cheshire grin before you can get a word out. 

“i think i’ve seen you like this before,” she teases. “although, your mouth was full..” 

her tone is as smooth as honey and addictive as wine. she lets out a soft hum in fake contemplation, before making a click with her tongue as if to say ‘got it’.

the next thing you know, she’s leaned down infront of you, brows raised and lip being bitten in content while her thumb slides deeper along your tongue. your warm saliva coats her skin, and when you’ve sucked enough to her liking, she grips your chin with her remaining fingers and gently shakes your head to show off her control. dick. 

“thought we were training,” you muffle out through visi’s fingers. robert’s leaned even further into you now, unmistakable boner pressing into you while you inhale the amber and musk of his scent.

the man behind you presses even further in—now you know it’s on purpose—and hums with a concentrated look. his condescending tone almost distracts you from his cold fingers trailing up your body and underneath your shirt to grope your chest. 

“we are baby, we are. let's just take a quick break.” 

silknspice. 2025

I really need the universe to pull through, turn me into a statistic and have me resurrected in an interdimensional Lazarus pit, get adopted by Batdad so I can ditch the nursing course and be a veterinarian like I wanted to as a kid

I don't even like most people, animals are so much easier to get along with. They don't lie to your face and pretend to like you only to stab you in the back. And if they do, I probably did something to deserve it, tbh.

So!

Let's say... Reader was someone very selfless and giving and all that good stuff in their previous life and got reborn or something. Totally possible, DC lore has the record potential for it. In their mind, they're like "you know what, I wanna be selfish, I wanna live for myself this time" and actually do things with their own best interest in mind.

My two scenes are:

A) They meet the Batfam as a kid

B) Born into the Batfam

Pretty common, I've read some amazing works involving these scenarios.

Either way, reader basically grows with the expectation of a better family. Assuming this is another neglected au, reader isn't gonna be wasting their time on that bs again. They'll catch on that their family isn't interested in a bond and just take advantage of being provided for.

I've read something like this already, BUT! I want the added spice of Martian Manhunter. Bro can read minds. Let's give him another buff: projecting memories. Like, reading your memories like a Walmart Yamanaka from a store that sells knock-off Naruto merch. Now he can show it to others like a living projector.

You get involved in some deep shit inadvertently by becoming a witness and get hostage'd (not a word probably) and they rescue you, but you're knocked out. The JL needs info but this is time-sensitive and they gotta take all they can get, now. He basically outs your last life by projecting your memories on the screen, bc he over-scrolls or whatever and goes too far back. Woops, now everyone knows you're not a depressed teen, you're actually a depressed adult in your twenties. Or thirties now if you count ALL the years. You yourself felt weird about that, as much as you can be about swimming your way out of your mom's flesh-tunnel twice.

Batfam watches, like those cool Watching the Show or Reading the Book fanfics, and collectively get a guilt complex the size of a fire hydrant shoved up their asses. Which means they very much need and want to redeem themselves as your family, but you really don't care that much. You're madder that you got outed while you were unconscious but whatever, maybe it'll save some people. You'll get over it.

But, you know, how bad it is depends on what you were doing. Maybe you were a doctor or warrior, and all you wanted was to live peacefully in your second life. You can decide.

In my mind, I was thinking you'd die young in your first life, it's something I saw while scrolling through YouTube shorts and idk the title of the movie.

A spare child given birth to with the purpose of being extra parts for your ill sibling. You were smart enough to know what situation you're in, but not enough to know what to do about it. You die as they use your body to rebuild your sibling. Like the ship of Theseus, you exist in your sibling without living, just parts of a whole.

Every breath of air their lungs take is another stolen from yours.

Opening you up like a toolbox and taking whatever they need until you're empty and thrown out. Maybe they'll even use the skin of your hollowed-out body for your sibling's grafting procedure. Your eyes, hair, bones and marrow. Your blood drained from your body like you're about to be sold in the markets by the pound, fresh from the slaughterhouse.

No part of you will be wasted. For once, you were made useful. What other reason did you have to exist?

I think this would get us a lot of angst w/ the Batfam. They want to coddle and protect you from a past no longer within the same realm.

Similarly, even if they don't find out, I wonder how they'd react to a depressed reader that is slowly donating their body little by little as a final gift to the world and a family that never cherished them. Maybe they find out too late and you leave nothing in your wake, not even your ashes.

To set the scene, you and Mark have known each other for years, You quickly fall in love with the boy but he seems to not really give a shit about you beyond that of friendship.

Now, were you a bit silly when you blurted out a confession to him when he told you he was dating Amber? Yes, that was a bit cheeky… However, you really couldn’t hold it back anymore and even though he rejected you with a look of disgust on his face, you felt refreshed as you could finally let this part of your life go.

Plus, two months after your confession you and Mark are back to normal so it’s not like you lost him as a friend.

Theres only one small issue. Since you stopped liking Mark, you stopped putting the effort into him that you used to before. Mark didn’t receive any of your long voice messages about what you were doing, you stopped rushing to him like an obedient dog when he walked into school and you were no longer insistent on sitting with him at lunch.

Instead you treated him the same way you treated anyone else and Mark hated that.

He starts watching you out the corner of his eye more and asking your friends about you.

Of course your friends are telling you about this, but you chalk it up to Mark being more anxious about his friends because of the attack he witnessed when he visited that university with William and Amber.

So he keeps watching, and you keep ignoring.

Then he and Amber break up for good and suddenly Mark is all over you.

He’s literally everywhere you turn. At the grocery store, at the mall, at a café… the boy is EVERYWHERE.

Sure, if it was another guy you would be creeped out but Mark has always had a soft spot in your heart so every time you see him you drag him along to do whatever mundane task you were doing.

Eventually it became normal for Mark to carry your groceries to your little apartment, for Mark to sit on your countertop as he watches you make dinner for the two of you, for Mark to wash the dishes as you rant about the gossip at your uni. It’s now normal for Mark to be with you.

So it’s not surprising when things turn steamy one night. His large fingers drawing shapes on your thighs while he absentmindedly moves them higher and higher devolves into you losing your v card.

A part of you expects Mark to be gone when morning comes, and he is but a note on your table along with a lavender latte from that shop you told him you like rests on your countertop.

I can't stop thinking of the cassettes somehow getting a second cog implanted in them that allows them to transform into a cassette that fits into a human-sized cassette player.

You're sitting on an old crate listening to Thundercracker and Skywarp argue over something when Soundwave walks over to you. He leans down and opens his servo to you, revealing a cassette player that looks inherently Cybertronian, yet small enough to mimic one you'd buy at the local mall.

Both Decepticons have stopped arguing and are warily eyeing Soundwave. This is your time with them! Soundwave doesn't get to just steal the show (and obtain your coveted affection)!

"Objective: protection. Must keep human sparkmate safe."

He ejects a mini-cassette the perfect size for your new player.

"Ally: Wingthing. Will aid you should the need arise."

He then walks off without another word.

Angstrom Levy plays his hand. You fuck it up. [Invincible Variants x reader]

[Part one]  [Ao3] [5]

6 * Bad Dog [5.5k]

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“Yeah.” Your voice is soft, fingers carding through Mark’s hair, the silky feel between your fingers is the only thing keeping you from wearing your excitement on your fucking forehead.

“Wait, really?” He perks up, pretty brown eyes focused on your face, searching your expression for a hint of deception but all he finds are kiss swollen lips curled into a sheepish smile, fluttering lashes and a tongue that swipes across your bottom lip with the same fluidity he wants to feel against his leaky tip.

“Yes, really.” You snort.

And Mark’s excitement is palpable, lips curling into a wide grin, and he sits up, blankets pooling at your hips and you glance down at the very, very prominent shape in his boxers. The fabric pulled so taut that you’re beginning to think he might actually lose circulation and you watch as Mark reaches over, grabbing your phone from beside his and he unlocks it.

Fingers flying over the cracked screen guard, and he taps his fingers impatiently against your cover.

“What are you doing?” Your brows scrunch in confusion, thighs tossed over his ones and you feel the way warm muscles tense and twitch under the weight of your legs.

“Playlist.” Mark whispers, his fingers scrolling through your Spotify, adding just the right songs.

“Are you serious?” You groan, laughter tinging at the edge of your voice, as you stare at Mark. Clad in a President Nixon T-shirt and black boxers, raven strands tousled messily from the way your fingers carded through the strands so incessantly, a dopey grin formed by lips reddened from kissing and his fucking eyes.

So dazed, pupils blown wide and long lashes fluttering with each half-blink. Light reflects off the pretty brown of his eyes, and you could stare at him like this forever.

“Okay, done.” Mark whispers, setting your phone back down and he adjusts the sound just a bit until he’s hovering back over you, lips ghosting over yours. The ball of his nose bumping against yours in sweet butterfly kisses, his hand moving to rest on your waist while the other supports his weight above you.

“Do you have condoms?” Mark questions softly, lips pressing against yours in sweet, gentle kisses. Slowly trailing his lips along your jaw, his hips pressing into yours and you feel the way he grinds his clothed cock against your pussy, the flimsy fabric of your nightshorts doing nothing to obscure how you’re soaking through the cotton.

“I— hah…” A weak sigh leaves your lips when Mark kisses the hollow beneath your ear, and your thighs wrap around his waist firmly “I don’t think we wear the same condom size.”

A breathy laugh against your neck has your cunt oozing slick, a pool beneath your hips and you’re trying not to whine whenever his ridge catches at your sloppy folds. “Yeah.” Mark murmurs. “Your dick’s so much bigger than mine.” And he kisses the curve of your neck. “What size are you?”

“Magnum.” You whisper. “Extra large, with extra ribbing.”

And Mark laughs, his head lifting. “Why do you know so much about condoms?”

“I don’t.” You snort. “I pulled that out of my ass, but.” You hum. “How couldn’t you guess that? Don’t you know about condoms?”

And Mark shrugs. “No. I always thought that with the right person, I wouldn’t have to wear them.”

His voice is quiet as he looks down at you, pretty eyes roving over your features and he swallows, lips curling into a dorkish grin that has you weak, your belly clenching at the way he slips his hand under your shirt, giving your waist a gentle squeeze before his hand slides up further. Stopping until his thumb traces over the curve of the underside of your breast.

“Call it alien instincts.” He whispers, pressing another kiss to your neck and you sigh. “M’still waiting for you to dry out and get all gross.”

“I’m not like ET. I’m basically like… Kryptonian.” He answers softly, sucking a mark into your skin and you gasp at the sudden sharpness of the action. A slight pinch that makes your heels press into his lower back.

“And what’s your kryptonite?” You hum softly.

“I’d tell you to take a guess but that’s kinda cheesy.” Mark whispers against your skin. “So, it’s comic books.”

You let out a giggle, your lips parting to say something but Mark’s thumb brushes over your nipple, teasing the velvety soft bud until it stiffens beneath his grasp and you take a shaky breath, your lashes fluttering shut as you feel the way Mark’s kisses trail lower and lower, until he’s pushing your shirt up, past your belly and tucking it beneath your chin.

And he stares.

Unapologetically.

Muscular fingers flexing as they grasp at your hips, brilliant chestnut pools focused and trained on the way your nipples harden, pebbling under his gaze. And you swallow.

“Is something — bitch, wait, are you playing The Weeknd?” You attempt to sit up, shifting enough for your elbows to support your weight but Mark presses a hand on your chest, pushing you back down and he dips his head. His tongue’s hot as he drags along your nipple, eyes glancing up to watch your expression as his lips find purchase, tongue flicking and his other hand moves back to palming your unattended tit. Your body nearly leaves the surface of your mattress at the way Mark attends to you, pandering to your body and you whine.

“Are you sensitive here?” Mark breathes out, but it’s like you don’t hear him immediately.

Your fingers are raking through his hair, nails dragging along his scalp and Mark groans, eyes fluttering shut as he shifts his attention to the other.

He’s impeccably good at it.

But clumsy enough for you to know that this is his first time.

His hips rut against your thigh desperately and you let out a low sigh, your eyes rolling back.

“Shit…” You whisper, swallowing hard before you nod. “Apparently so.”

And he grins.

“Score.”

Mark tugs at your nipple with his teeth and he lifts his head to admire you.

Glossy, swollen nipples, a belly that’s dipping inward with every shallow breath you take and Mark’s hooking his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and panties, pulling them down in one go and Mark tosses them aside. Before grasping at the edge of his shirt, pulling it overhead and tossing it aside.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect.” He breathes out, desperately as he shifts, kisses and hickeys scattering themselves across your torso with each desperate press of his lips, fingers wrapped around your thighs and Mark pushes your legs apart. His lips pressing a kiss against your fleshy, plump mound before guiding your legs to part comfortably.

And your hands immediately go to cover yourself, and he lets out a little hum, before shifting, peering at you with a confused expression. “You okay?”

And your lips purse as you try to find a way to say you’re a little nervous about that. “Are you like….” You chew on the inside of your cheek. “Does— do you have to like… do that?”

Mark lifts the covers, hands moving to support his weight as he stares down at you. “If you’re not comfortable with it, we don’t have to do that. It’d just make it easier for later, you know.”

“It’s not that I’m not comfortable, it’s like… You don’t have to, if you don’t like… wa—"

“I want to.” Mark interjects. “I’m not doing it for you, I’m doing it for me. I gotta put me first.”

You snort, loudly before looking at Mark. Your brows furrowing as you remember your anxiousness. What if it doesn’t… Like…

“What if it’s like not… You know?”

And Mark lowers himself back to between your thighs, his chin resting on your mound and he watches you with soft, empathetic eyes.

“The worst possible thing that could happen, is you tasting like pennies because you don’t drink water.” Mark deadpans. “But I like the taste of pennies.”

And your lips purse. “We’ll get back to the penny tasting part later but are you sure?” Your voice is quiet.

“I’m sure.” Mark whispers back. “Can I show you how sure I am?”

When you nod, Mark’s head dips and he sighs in delight

Thumbs move to spread your puffy lips apart, your glossy cunt being stared at so intently that you can feel it. But it doesn’t make you any less horny. And Mark groans quietly when he watches the way you twitch.

“Demogorgon.” Mark breathes out and you gasp. “Mark, you fucking asshole. That’s not fun—…nnyyyyy..”

You whine weakly when you feel the way his warm tongue drags through your sloppy folds, slick pooling on the wet muscle and Mark groans as your thighs press against his ears.

Mark feels the way your cunt twitches against his tongue, and he tugs a folds into his mouth, eyes focused on your chest and the way your breath stutters, rather than the whines you’re muffling with your hand.

You’re writhing. With the way you’re trying to simultaneously get away AND closer to his tongue, Mark’s finding it hard to keep the smile from his face. Your fingers sink into his hair, fisting the raven strands and he groans, tongue lapping needily at your dripping pussy and when Mark pays attention to your clit, you squeal. A hand on his forehead, pushing him away.

“Not there—!” You hiss, your voice a weak whine and Mark lifts his head, staring at you from beneath heavy lashes.

And Mark huffs. “Listen here,” He swallows, pushing the covers out of the way and ultimately, leaving them bunched at his waist instead, “I can lick a pudding cup clean in like, a minute. This, this is my calling.”

And you pant, bleary eyes glancing down at him, your cheeks flushed and hot.

“You’re a literal superhero.” You remind him. “I think that’s more … Your calling.”

“Well, lucky for me, I don’t pay you to think.”

“You don’t even pay me.”

And Mark lets out a boyish little giggle, peering up at you and this time, he can make out your features properly. So much better than when the covers were obscuring his vision.

“Shhhh.” Mark shushes you. “I’m busy eating.”

You roll your eyes, although it’s to the back of your head but you’re pretty sure your point is across. Fingers remain clutching your thighs, Mark’s lips find purchase around your clit and he’s suckling at the sensitive bud, only stopping to drag his tongue along the nerves and you whine.

Your body feels like it’s on fire.

“Is it good?” Mark whispers softly. “Do you like that?”

And you nod weakly. “Uh-huh, keep doing that. M’really close…”

Your belly dips in shock, lungs taking in deep breaths of air that just don’t seem enough when you feel his tongue drags along your slit, your toes curl and your brows bunch. And your hips jerk upwards.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit.” You pant. “Mark, m’gonna—”

You don’t get to finish your sentence when your orgasm’s ripping through you like a tidal wave, slick bursting from your gooey walls and trickling down your already sloppy cunt. Your body shivers, nerves wracking and you’re trembling with each swipe of Mark’s tongue. And he groans.

“Fuck, you taste so good. What are you eating?” And he peers up at you, his chin glossy and his eyes hazy.

“Uh— berries? I’ve been eating a bit healthier. You know, more juices, less soda.” And Mark nods his head, tongue out and dragging sloppily against your cunt, before he raises his head.

“Keep doing that.” And he buries his face back between your thighs, latching onto your clit and he shakes his head, hands shifting to the backs of your thighs, pushing your legs to your chest. And you’re spread out like a meal. Something for him to admire and feast on until either of you pass out.

And Mark drags his tongue from that furled hole, all the way up to your pretty, puffy pearl and you gasp.

“Way too close!” You huff. “You can’t go that close to my ass.”

And Mark groans against your pussy, looking up at your from beneath furrowed brows and his words are barely audible.

“Boo, tomato, tomato.” He slurps at your cunt, and the sound is loud enough that it drowns out your weak mewls. You’re a little bit oversensitive, your thighs still a bit unsteady and with the way Mark keeps prodding his tongue, you’re guessing he’s not stopping anytime soon.

“Have you ever been fingered?” Mark whispers, using one of his hands to push his hair out of his face, and he melts when your hand replaces his, fingers sliding through the strands and keeping them from falling to his face.

“Where would I have found the time to be fingered?” You breathe out, body twitching whenever his breath ghosts over the slick, a chill breeze that makes your toes curl in your socks.

“Your parents aren’t ever home, you don’t have any hobbies other than sleeping.” Mark shrugs.

“You described an extremely busy schedule to me just now, and I’d like for you to find fingering time on there.”

And he huffs.

“Yapper.” And his middle finger slowly pushes into your cunt, and gorgeous, blown out brown eyes focus on your face, watching every twitch o your brows, every part of your lips for even a lick of pain and discomfort. Your body shifting until your feet are planted on the bed, on either side of him.

“How does it feel?” Mark whispers, tongue tracing over your clit and you swallow hard.

“Like… a little uncomfortable but it doesn’t really hurt-hurt.” You answer softly.

“And if I do this?” Mark’s finger curls, the calloused pad of it brushes against that gooey spot you’ve never reached before and you gasp, nails dragging against his scalp when you fist his hair.

“Do that, please.” You sigh. “S’good.”

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” Mark whispers quietly, his brows scrunching and he can feel the way his cock aches in his boxers, precum soaking through the fabric and he ruts against your bed like a fucking animal. But he’s subtle about it.

Mark sucks at your clit, finger thrusting and brushing along that gooey spot, pressing down until there are stars bursting behind your eyelids, and you squeal.

“Fuck, fuck, right the—!”

You’re coming around Mark’s finger, slick pooling beneath your hips, dripping down the crease of your ass. And you’re fine with it being there.

But Mark isn’t.

He forces your knees to your chest again, head dipping lower before he’s dragging his tongue from the edge of your spine, along your furled entrance, your oozing slit and all the way to your clit and circling it with the point of his tongue.

And you gasp.

“Mark. I swear to God. If I get an infection—”

“I’m not sticking my tongue in your ass, oh my God.” He groans. “But fine. I guess you’re just not about that life.”

And you giggle, bringing your hands up to your face to hide your blush. “You fucking dork.”

“Do— do you think you’re ready?” Mark questions, a hand reaching up to push your face slightly. “Look away.”

“I should probably be ready.” You murmur quietly, your gaze lifting to the ceiling but you can’t even deny that the back of your eyeballs are burning to catch a glimpse of what’s been causing the print you kept eyeing.

For the last couple of years.

And Mark peels off his boxers, before flinging them in your direction. And your mouth falls open. “Why are they wet?” You giggle, a snort slipping past your lips as you pick up his boxers, setting them to the side and you look down at where Mark’s hand is wrapped around the base of his cock, ruddy tip ghosting over your folds. You begin to fear for your organs.

“You know, now that I’m looking at it—”

“I won’t make it fit.” Mark deadpans, dragging his cock along your leaking slit, slick coating his cock and he lets out a shuddering breath when he aligns himself with your hole.

And he swallows heavily.

“Take a deep breath…” Mark breathes in.

And your brows bunch.

He looks… Stressed.

Eyebrows knitted, lips parted to let out calculated breaths, his chest heaving and— oh my god, his hand’s shaking.

“Mark?” You call softly. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good.. I’m just like… hyping myself up— fuck, your hand’s so warm…”

Mark sighs, a whimper slipping past his lips when he feels the way your hand wraps around him, gently guiding his tip towards your fluttering cunt, peering down at you from beneath hooded eyes, his skin prickling and he swallows hard. His body shivering, and muscular hands move to rest on your knees, fingers digging into your flesh as he pushes forward.

Your hands are so much daintier than his, softer, smaller and he feels the way your walls clench, cunt snugly wrapping around his flushed and bulbous tip, and Mark’s brows furrow.

And you snort.

“Are you okay?” Your voice is a breathy giggle. “You know, seeing as you’re losing your womanhood.”

Mark’s scowl makes you laugh, your muscles clenching around him and Mark gasps, his hips surging forward a good 3 inches and your eyes widen.

“You motherfucker—!”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” He breathes out. “I’ll pull out.”

His cock drags against your soft, plush walls, him in that way that makes his lips form a pretty ‘o’ shape, brows raising.

“You’re so warm…” He sighs. “For a heart so cold.”

The laugh slips effortlessly from your lips, your lashes fluttering and one of your hands move to rest on his lower belly, fingertips ghosting over the muscles of his abs but the contact’s enough for his stomach to flex, the sight so painfully delicious that if you didn’t feel like you were being split in half, you’d have slid a dollar down his torso, and Mark leans over you, the silver chain dangling in front of your eyes.

Lips pressing against yours, and your arms slink around his neck, thighs parting to accommodate him better and you feel that uncomfortable burn as he slowly pushes into you. Your nails drag down his back, a satisfying purr slipping past Mark’s lips and he shushes you.

“It’s okay, its okay.” He coos. “It’s gonna feel better in a minute, yeah?”

A hand slips down between you, fingers gently circling your clit, the sensation makes your body thrum and Mark groans, face pressed into the curve of your neck when he hears the lewd way your pussy squelches around him.

“You’re so… Tight… Fuck, shit—” Mark swallows, “—I need to pull out.”

His chest heaves, and he lifts himself just a bit, hands shifting to your hips and your brows bunch.

“Now?”

“Yeah, right now...” He swallows hard, chest heaving and a sharp breath leaves his nose. “…s’too much. I’m gonna come.”

He looks down at where your pussy swallows him, plush and glossy lips busted open, slick trickling down the sides of him and he swallows, expression damn near pained and he lets out a whine.

“I don’t wanna.”

Mark leans forward, sweaty torso pressed against you, his face buried in your neck and you whine when he pushes deeper into you, mushroom-y tip pressing sloppy French kisses against your cervix, your fingers sinking into the hair at his nape and Mark whimpers when he feels the way you clamp down on him. Precum smearing against your slick walls with each shallow thrust of his hips, desperate humping as he whines into your neck, needy and his arms wrap around you, fisting the fabric of the shirt you have yet to take off.

He doesn’t mind it.

It’s his shirt.

“Don’t pull out.” Your lips brush against his ear, and Mark swallows hard. His heart beating against his ribcage, body prickling with nerves and he nods his head.

“Okay.” He breathes out.

Mark sits up, watching the way your thighs are strewn lazily across his, his cock buried deep enough that he can make out the little bulge just below your navel and he pulls out slowly. Watching as each inch of his cock emerges coated in a gloss that reflects the light that creeps through your curtains, before pushing back in.

Your body keens, nearly instinctively curling into yourself and he brings his hand back down, his thumb pressing tight circles on your clit and you gasp, nails digging into his forearms and your head tips back, your throat bobbing.

“Fuck, right there.” You pant out.

Mark’s slowly picking up speed, gentle thrusts that push him closer to the edge and when your body spasms, belly dipping inward and your knees pull themselves to your chest, he knows he’s a fucking goner.

Mark’s hands bracket the backs of your thighs, pushing your knees to your chest and he pushes into you, feeling the way your pussy clenches and Mark comes.

And God, he pulls you out of your reverie with the pornographic moan he lets out. Plump, pink lips parting, brows scrunching into a twitching frown, eyes squeezed shut and his hips keep moving. You feel the way his cum paints your insides, pearlescent droplets slipping out of you and pooling beneath you. His thumbs press into the fat of your thighs, pushing your legs just a bit further apart and he fucks into you deeper, faster.

“Fuck, you feel so good—” Mark gasps, peering down at you with hazy eyes and blown out pupils.

“Play,” he pants, head lolling and tipping back, moonlight dancing on the crown of his head, “play with it while I fuck you.”

Mark has your brain turning into mush, your fingers moving to lazily swipe over your clit, dainty fingers swirling over the bud and Mark watches the way your toes curl, pussy squelching and gushing around him as you come. Your legs shaking, your heart beating so much louder than he’s ever heard it before and you’re whining. Squealing, nails dragging at his forearms and leaving streaks behind in the flesh.

When your hand falls away, Mark simply takes over.

A true friend, pinching your clit between calloused fingertips, rolling it until you’re swatting at his hands, the overstimulated bud swollen and he groans when he feels you push at his belly.

“N-no….” You whine. “S’too much…”

“Move your hand.” Mark huffs, before he pins your hands above your head, leaning forward and you gasp when his hips grind against yours, his face pressing into the curve of your neck. He sucks marks into the flesh, sweet hickeys and his hips meet yours in a messy cacophony of plap! plap! plap!

“It’s too much…” You pant out.

“But you look so pretty, though.” He coos. “You can take it, can’t you?”

Mark kisses away the tears that roll down your flushed cheeks as you nod weakly, your chest heaving and glossy lips parting.

“You wanna switch positions so you can cry in peace?” Mark whispers and you nod.

“Mhm.”

You’re flipped onto your belly effortlessly, a pillow stuffed beneath your hips, and Mark slowly pushes into you. Your back’s arched so deeply, your face pressed into your pillow and your hair’s a bit of a mess as Mark gently tugs the T-shirt from your body.

“Shit, ‘s big.”

And Mark grins.

“I’m big, huh?” He taunts you, hand moving along the curve of your spine and he feels the way you clench down on him.

“Yeah, your fat head’s big.”

And Mark sighs. “Not fucked out enough to compliment me?”

You shoulders shake as you snort with laughter, lifting yourself just enough to peek at him over your sweat-slicked shoulder.

“Not even close.” You lie and he hums, his hands moving to palm the fleshy globes of your ass, spreading the fat and he watches your furled hole clench as a thick wad of saliva travels down the cleft of your ass.

“Guess I’m just gonna have to fuck the niceness into yo—”

“Want a break from the ads?”

Marks expression falls, his attention moving towards the illuminated screen of your phone, bright green on display and he swallows hard.

“How fucking cheap— Just get premium!”

“Premium’s expensive!”

“I’m not even kidding right now, I’ll give you my actual bank account if you get premium.”

“I’m not getting premium. That’s like, the ultimate final boss of consumerism.”

Mark groans loudly when the ad finishes, and he lets out a breath. Before he waits, impatiently tapping at the base of your spine, eyes narrowing at the back of your head the longer it takes. And then, something plays.

“What shit is this?”

“No, no, leave it. I like this.” You swat his hand away, your head moving to the stupidly catchy tune and Mark shuts his eyes.

“I’m actually gonna choke you out. What is this?”

“It’s ‘Year of the Ca—’ mmph! ”

You’re interrupted when Mark pushes your face into your pillow, hands gripping the fat of your hips and he shifts closer, cock churning your insides with each thrust he gives, cum leaking down your inner thighs and he groans. The lewd squelch of your cunt nearly drowns out the soft voice of Al Stewart, but not enough. Mark’s brows are furrowing, swallowing hard as he feels another coil begin to form is belly. Aggressive and fiery, Mark’s snapping hips have the fat of your ass recoiling of the sharp angles of his hips, one hand moving to grasp the back of your neck while the other clutches at your headboard.

His hips are unforgiving, brutal thrusts that has your walls spasming, nails clawing at the sheets of your bed, your back arching and you’re pushing back against Mark, ass flush against his hips and you’re letting out weak, muffled whines into your pillow. Drool, and tears mix and you raise your head, looking over your shoulder at Mark.

“Mark…” You complain, your body breaking in a cold sweat when he pulls out of you, leaving your drooling pussy to clench around. And your expression falls when you watch the way he picks up your phone, swiping through the various musical options.

“Are you fucking serious right now?” You hiccup.

“I cannot fuck to this. I’m so sorry, it’s just—”

“Markus!”

“Fine!”

Mark’s shoving his cock back into you, the warmth is inviting and that fucking stretch has you gasping, eyes rolling back in your head and you whimper.

You don’t know how long you’re gonna last with his hips thwacking into you like you owe him money.

You probably do, but you have no intention of paying him back.

Your belly’s coiling, your toes are curling and your body’s threatening to go slack and Mark leans forward, pressing a kiss against your back.

“M’gonna come inside, yeah?”

“Uh-huh….” You nod weakly. And a pitchy sound rings out when you feel the way his cock pushes out thick, pearly ribbons that leave streaks across your gooey walls, and your body goes limp, his following and you’re grasping at your pillow. Letting out panted breaths and he kisses along your shoulders, warm and affectionate presses on his lips that have you sighing.

And his hips roll against yours. Slow and deep, and you’re whining weakly.

“It’s too—”

“You can give me one more.” His breath ghosts over your ear, arms wrapping around your midsection and he pulls you closer to him. He can feel your heart beating as erratically as his, your body warm and sweat, skin flushed. “I’ve heard you come 5 times, back to back. You can do it for me.”

And you whine, pressing your face into the sheets as his hips roll against yours, grinding into you and fucking his cum deeper.

“You wanna get on top?” Mark coos softly and he watches as you shift almost uncomfortably, raising your hand weakly and you flip him off.

And Mark hums, a snort of laughter slipping past his lips and he lets out a soft moan at the way your fleshy cunt squeezes him, before he pulls out of you, flipping you onto your back.

“You’re so pretty.” Mark coos, hands brushing along your hips and belly, sliding up to your chest and he ghosts his thumbs over your perky nipples, still oversensitive and he watches the way your body twitches.

Big doe eyes are tear-filled, your lashes fluttering and your lips are swollen. And Mark glances down to where your glossy pussy remains unattended and he sighs softly, biting his bottom lip as he pushes back into you, inch by inch. Watching the way your back arches off the bed.

“Can you put your legs on my shoulders?” Mark speaks softly, hands massaging along your thighs and his gaze flicks up to yours, and the way you’re staring at him makes him smile, dimples deepening in his cheeks.

He looks…

'Radiant', as zesty as it is, is the only word to describe him.

Muscled body coated in a thin sheen of sweat, droplets traveling down the delves of his muscles, broad chest heaving, a thin silver chain glittering in the faint light. His hair falls over his face, a few strands stuck to his forehead and his eyes. They’re glittering like ponds of honey, framed by dark lashes and his lips curl so deliciously into a grin.

“Right.”

He murmurs, before guiding your legs onto his shoulders, leaning forward to press a kiss against your lips as he sighs when your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer. He purrs when your fingers disappear into his hair, sweat-slicked strands moving between your fingers as his hips grind against yours.

That scratchy tuft of hair above his cock tickles at your clit, overstimulating the bud even more, his chest presses against yours and he keeps his eyes on yours.

“Why’re you —hah— looking so deep into my eyes?” Your voice is soft, and Mark lets a breathy giggle fan across your face, his hips pressing into yours, timing each of his thrusts with one of your perfect, rhythmic pulses that slowly speed up.

Your orgasm impending.

“I’m trying to figure out if you’re as in love with me as I’m in love with you.”

Mark’s voice is softer than you’ve ever heard it. His lashes fluttering as his lips keep ghosting over the apples of your cheeks, pressing sweet kisses to your rosy and flushed face.

And you swallow.

“I am.”

It’s the first time you’ve admitted it to anyone without there being a comedic undertone, without some… Discrete joke of self-loathing because Mark was looking in every direction except yours. And you swallow, your gaze focused on his.

“Really?” He whispers softly, a hand cradling the side of your face, and he’s drinking in every sensation you have to offer. And you weakly nod.

Only snorting when he presses his rosy face into the curve of your neck, his knees causing the bed to dimple and you feel the way his arms wrap around you, forcing your hips to angle a bit more upward.

And his hips rut.

Hard.

Mushroom-y tip pummelling against that spongy spot, your toes curling and your nails scratching at his back. You’re effectively folded in half, folded in a way that would have lawn chairs jealous because of how much space you’re saving but you can’t even think of that.

Not with the panted praises in your ear, the flurry of “you feel so good” and “fuck, you’re so pretty like this”s making your mind melt. Your body's pliable and weak, electricity pulsing just beneath your skin and your cunt’s oozing, wet shlick! shlick! shlick! sounds accompanying the sounds of his thighs slapping against the fat of your ass.

And you tuck your face in Mark’s neck, nails digging into his skin, biting down on the muscle of his shoulder as you stifle the scream that threatens to tear your throat as you come, gushing and soaking the tops of his thighs, his pelvis and tightly toned lower belly.

Mark wrings you dry. Fucking into you until you’re a weak, trembling faucet and he pulls out, looking down at the creamy mixture that trickles out of your gushing cunt.

And he swallows, panting just a bit.

“Are you okay?” Mark coos, his thumb tracing over your swollen clit, peeking out from between velvety folds and you nod weakly.

“Mhm…” You breathe out, your body prickles with goosebumps, your sheets soaked and you look like deflated sex doll.

“You wanna go again?”

And you stare at him incredulously.

“No.”

T🌹A🌹G🌹L🌹I🌹S🌹T

cw // yandere behavior, emotional manipulation, shitty smut for mark (kinda dubcon), implied noncon, toxic toxic toxic, the variants are evil, physical & verbal abuse, breeding kink too lowkey

mark thots :P

he’s sooo pathetic and cute i can’t

down baddd for you

i’ve said before that he’s superrr emotionally intense like he’s got the puppy-dog eyes DOWN

a demon couldn’t love, only deceive.

Pairings: mizu x fem!reader

CW: nsfw, female reader, afab reader, mildly angsty because yes, misogynistic society, mizu initially referred to as a male, blood, mild violence, fingering, praise, crying, a sprinkle of cunnilingus but not really, sentle gex yay, tit sucking, kind of vanilla tbh but lowkey poetic so, girls kissing oh no, mmm bottom mizu rubs hands tg like an evil fly, mizu being her own biggest hater, i <3 mizu guys I love my gf i feel like my husband went to war while i wait for 2026, not proofread.

A/N: now playing — under the influence by chris brown. omg I’ve been waiting to write more bottom mizu because holy shit also she’s canonically a bottom?? Like I get my girl gives off bde but pleaseeee Someone needs to make my sweetheart feel good don’t hog all the pleasure for yourselves. @fairexy78 🕯️

Pairing: mark grayson x sinister mark x Mohawk mark x viltrumite mark x F!reader

Synopsis: continuation of pt 3. You have pure chaos going on in your home with these marks that you barely know…maybe 1 on 1 will have you get even a slight grasp of how they work

W.C: 5.6k (HOLY SHITTTT)

Warnings: continuation of my last parts (if you don’t read those parts this shit WILL NOT make sense), biting, mentions of bruises and scars, piercing mentions, lots of swearing/bickering, a buncha quickys, corny dialogue, story seems to be all over the place (sorry 😕) also not proof read

A/N (there’s alot): HOLY FUCKING SHIT BRUH. I’ve been so fucking busy I haven’t even been able to write shit I wrote this in two hours while struggling and trying to really get their personality’s written good. Literally banging my head against a wall. Anyway, thank you all for all the fucking support on my post and this series and I hope this part won’t make you absolutely hate it and me. I literally went back and removed major chunks from the story and rewrote atleast 7 parts/srs. Please enjoy this and if not just tell me if it sucks lmao.

You woke up sweaty as hell—regaining your senses all at once. It smelled like food was burning, fog was coming from the bottom of your room's bathroom door, and you felt pressed down into the bed. Way too much was going on and you had to regain order in your house.

You looked down to see what this weight was on top of you and it was viltrumite mark. You shook him trying to get him off of you.

“Hey…get up…” you said in a groggy tone as he just ignored you holding onto you tighter. You pushed yourself up as best as you could against his tight hold—you felt like you were gonna fucking pop.

“Let go you…” you squirmed more and more until you eventually had enough—pinching his torso. As soon as he dropped you—you booked it to the next issue at hand. You ran to the kitchen seeing your mark and sinister mark arguing while the food was fucking burning.

“Have you two lost your damn minds!” You had just woken up and already had to deal with bullshit. You almost grabbed a hot pan without a mit—you were going nuts as you put out the fire as best as you could. You were dashing toward each issue since they clearly didn’t know how to act like adults.

One more fucking issue to deal with—Mohawk Mark was in your bathroom using up your water. You eventually got the door down seeing him cutting the sides of his hair again. You wanted to be mad at him but he was the only one actually doing…good?

“What…what are you doing.” You asked a question you already had an answer to just wanting to start a conversation with him as you walked into the bathroom closer to him.

“Cutting my hair duh—finally woke up I see.” He said in a cocky tone as he was trying his best to focus on his hair.

“Here…Gimmie-“You snatched the clippers from his hand as he looked annoyed. You just pushed him down onto the toilet seat having him sit still while you reshaved his sides. He’d never admit it but he was thankful for the help.

“Better not be fucking up my hair.” He scowled out as he was nervous. He hadn’t had anyone else do this for him he’d always do it himself.

“Hey, relax I know what I’m doing jackass” you snapped back at him as he was honestly impressed by your quick comeback. You eventually finished before pulling him up so he could look in the mirror.

“So…what are we thinking?” You asked with a slight excitement in your voice—you honestly impressed yourself with your work.

“Honestly…I’m thinking it’s fucking amazing.” He said before putting his hand on your hair messing it up. He was grateful for your help but he was still gonna be an asshole from time to time. You tried to act annoyed but honestly just smiled at his antics.

“So…what can I do to repay you?” He asked before leaning down closer to you. His face was practically an inch away from yours as he was messing with you. You genuinely didn’t respect him of all people to want to repay you, you didn’t mind it of course it was just out of the blue.

“You can clean my fucking house with the rest of them!” You said with a smile on your face but you were dead serious. He clearly looked against that idea so he just suggested something else.

“I got a better idea.” He wasted no time picking you up and putting you on the sink counter. Before you could even question what the hell he was about to do—his lips locked onto yours wasting no time. You usually tried to stay stern on your words, you wanted to stay strict to see stuff get done.

However, you couldn’t deny such a repayment. As long as he made it quick of course.

“Why in here…” you asked pressing your hands against his chest to have him pause for a second

“Duh—cus I’m selfish and don’t wanna fucking share right now. You go all coma mode when we fuck your brains out.” He said quickly before locking his lips against yours quickly.

He scooped you up from the counter and slammed your back against the wall. You honestly weren’t even mad at his answer. However, you had to get shit in order around the house so you had to be quick with the selfish boy.

“Hey, don’t stick anything in me. Don’t have enough time right now.” You said as you stared him down

“Mhm…yeah…” he said in a sarcastic tone. He wasn’t listening in the slightest. Your back went from slammed against the wall to right back on the counter again. Eventually, he sat down on the toilet seat ripping at your shirt.

You stood right in between his legs just letting it happen. He finally tore off the shirt getting to your breast as he cupped them in an instant. His fingers flicked over your nipples as you leaned into the middle of his legs more. You were honestly having a change of heart about things being put in you once you saw that bulge in his wear.

He leaned in kissing you before pulling you on his lap. He held you tightly not wanting to let go for a fucking second as your fingers flicked at the nipple piercings on his chest.

“Guess we’re both into nips ehhh-“ he said in a smug tone before he gave you a nasty grin. You just rolled your eyes before going back to kissing him.

The deeper the kisses got and the more you flicked at each other's chest—the more you had a change in heart. You broke the kiss as he looked confused.

“Fuck…gimmie a second to think.” You said in a breathy tone. You looked absolutely red thinking about whether or not you could get a quickly in with him before going back to get control of your house again.

“What…?” He asked in an impatient tone before biting at your neck. He was hungry for you and you were trying to put that on hold. He popped your ass before grabbing a handful—he just loved grabbing anything on you. An absolutely touchy bastard. It snapped you back to your senses before you finally spewed out a response.

“Let’s go quick—but I’m on top and riding. Hurry up.” You said as quickly as you could before hopping off his lap to get your panties off.

For a second he was stunned at the sudden change of heart but he wasn’t about to deny this offer.

“Aye-aye captain.” He chuckled before getting ready for action.

He stood up kicking off his underwear as fast as he could before you two stared at each other for a second.

You were finally able to take in his full appearance since you didn’t have to focus on other marks as well. His arms had scars on them from fights, his nipples were pierced and hard, and he had a silver frenum piercing on his cock.

You were intrigued, you hadn’t even pictured anyone—let alone a version of your boyfriend pierced up like this.

He had enough of waiting as he grabbed you up by your waist pulling you back on his thigh.

“You gonna keep staring or are you gonna start riding.” He said eyeing you down as if he wasn’t getting a peep show out of you as well.

You rolled your eyes before responding “You’re very impatient—maybe I should call you impatient Mark.”

You said as you began to lift yourself holding onto his cock to ready yourself for riding. You slid down slowly as your face leaned into his neck and fingers dug into his shoulders. His arms wrapped around your back rubbing at your soft skin as best as he could. He was gonna savor every fucking second of having you to himself.

“Alright…laying out some ground rules here-“ you tried to speak before you were cut off

“There are no rules to riding! You move super fast and I cum super fucking hard.” Mohawk Mark spewed out before he popped your ass.

He was acting all needy. You’d edge him if you weren’t in a rush to deal with more bullshit…so, you got to work pulling yourself up and down.

“Fuck- that’s good.” He huffed out squeezing at you tighter. You just smiled knowing you were doing well and picked up your pace a bit more.

He grabbed at one of your thighs squeezing it hard like dough. You felt a moan slip from your mouth as you kept speeding up the process.

“Mother…fucker…” you said in between huffs. You were doing as best as you could not wasting a single second. You didn’t even wanna blink—you enjoyed the look on Mohawk Mark's face too much, he was biting his lip and trying to focus on not cumming too quickly.

You kept one hand on his shoulder and moved the other hand to his nipple flicking at it softly.

“You…better fucking-“ he was trying to get your grubby little hands away from his chest but you didn’t care.

You softly rubbed at his nipple being careful not to hurt him or both his piercing. He couldn’t keep his fucking mouth shut now

“Am I doing…ngh…doing good?” You asked choking up a bit on your moans. He just nodded yes as he kept whimpering and groaning.

You sped yourself up a bit more releasing his nipple to put your hands back on his shoulders for balance. Your ass and hips smacked against his cock and thigh as you two huffed out for air. He slapped your ass again—harder this time, he just couldn’t keep his hands to himself.

“Oh…oh fuck…” you were on edge—ready to cum at any second. You felt yourself tighten around him until you finally came. He wasn’t too far behind as he quickly came right after you.

You two were gasping for air—getting soft glances at each other with each chance you could get as he pulled you in for a kiss.

“Mhm…one more round?” He asked in a persuasive tone.

You grabbed his face smushing his cheeks together as you slid yourself off of his cock. Cum leaking from your pussy onto his thigh as you two looked at the mess before you spoke.

“As much as I’d like that—I said one and done.” You were amused by how needy he was. You gave him his little selfish moment but now time was up for it. You grabbed a rag cleaning off his thigh and cleaning your pussy before sliding back into your underwear and putting on a robe.

You two were about to leave the bathroom but before you opened the door—you slapped him on the ass.

“Hey!-“ he snarled out as he glared at you.

“Don’t hey me…you did it the entire time we fucked.” He knew you were right. He just curled his lips up in annoyance.

“If you wanna start again I’m thinking we do one more. This time with you bent over the counter and I just fuck the absolute shit out of you?” He said with a grin as he moved his hand as fast as he could popping your ass harder than you did him.

You yelped a bit before snapping back at him.

“Listen here…I’ll take you up on your offer some other time but you had your fun—and stop slapping my ass before it fucking bruises!” You shouted at him as he just kept smiling deviously.

“What if I want it to bruise.” He said in a snarky tone kissing you as you just rolled your eyes before turning back to the door.

Honestly you wanted to take him up on his offer—you knew you still had a bunch more rounds in you and honestly wanted to mess around with him and those piercings a bit more. Sadly you had to get control back of your house so you had to turn it down.

Once you opened that door—you were greeted by the other 3 variants as they immediately grabbed you up.

“Seriously! He got alone time with you that’s not fair” Your mark shook you trying to get answers before viltrumite mark added on.

“It wasn’t even just alone time!!! He got to fuck you by himself” viltrumite mark said angrily as he was shooting death glares at Mohawk Mark.

“That selfish fuck-“ sinister mark said as he kept poking your forehead.

Mohawk Mark just laughed enjoying the chaos he didn’t even mean to start. You finally had enough putting your powers to use.

“Sit.” You commanded as they all sat before you. Your arms were crossed and you were angry.

“I woke up to an absolutely dirty house, pure chaos, and bickering. And you expected me to reward it with kisses, hugs, sex, and approval?” You snapped at them with crossed arms.

“Well…yes actually!” Sinister Mark said in a prideful voice. He was not the brightest. You kicked him over—pressing your foot into his back as you glared at all of them.

“Clean my fucking house…now.” You said in an absolutely furious tone before moving your foot off of sinister Mark's back. They got up with low-hanging heads as they went to go clean. Everyone besides Mohawk Mark—he hugged your waist softly as he leaned his head into your neck.

“So…since they’re cleaning the mess they made…I’m thinking me and you do something?” He suggested softly as he kissed your neck.

“You go clean to…” you said before flicking his forehead. He was a bit annoyed as he walked off grumbling to join the others.

You needed to clear your head—figure something out. You ran yourself a bath soaking yourself in the water as you closed your eyes. You were wondering if you made the right choice…the variants clearly couldn’t cook, clean, or share. You and your mark were the main ones doing that—and even then, your mark would lose his temper and argue or squabble with them.

You hoped this wouldn’t backfire on you at all. You were angry but still had faith. You opened your eyes after recollecting yourself. You almost had a fucking heart attack—jolting up as you saw that viltrumite mark sitting in the bathroom beside the tub.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN HERE.” You screamed out in disbelief and a hint of fear as your back was against the wall of the bath.

“Oh well…we finished cleaning so we just wanted to see what you were doing.” Viltrumite Mark answered with a smile on his face as he stayed seated on the ground.

Your mark quickly came dashing into the bathroom as he looked annoyed at them and how they were acting. He smiled at you awkwardly before speaking.

“I uh…I told them to stay out…and stuff. I’m sorry babe-“ he said with an embarrassed smile.

He was ready to grab them up and drag him out until you raised your hand.

“It’s uh…it’s ok I guess? It’s just him…can you keep an eye on the other ones for me please?” You asked him in a desperate tone—Mohawk and sinister were honestly the most chaotic and you knew you couldn’t leave them alone without some sort of authority. Mark just nodded before closing the door and leaving back out.

You just huffed before sliding back down into the water. Great—you had company now. It was like every time you blinked he got closer and closer and closer until he was finally laid against the tub abutment.

You sighed before speaking to him.

“What do you want…”

He looked up at you with a small grin.

“To take a bath with you.” He said in an absolutely needy tone as he waited for your approval.

You just huffed before kissing his forehead. Your hand moved in a motion to tell him to get in. He slipped off his uniform as best as he could—even folding it and sitting it on the counter before leaping into the tub with you.

Your hair was now soaked and the floor was covered in water. He sat across from you with a smile on his face.

“You like baths don’t you…” you waited for an answer as you tried to start some small talk with him.

“Oh well yes, cleanliness is important in my world.” He said with his head raised a little bit as if he just told you some rare fun fact.

You just gave him a warm smile before you sat on the tub abutment—grabbed a shampoo bottle and began lathering it on his head. He leaned into your hands more letting out little small whimpers as he was pleased.

“You ok?” You asked in an intrigued tone as he just nodded yes. He was clearly fucking touch-starved.

His face moved closer and closer to your legs as he laid his face in between your thighs while you washed his hair. You were amused by his behavior—how were you supposed to believe this man of all people was not only a murderer but one of the strongest people (if not the strongest) in his world? He was melting just by your hands rubbing at his head.

You rinsed his hair—smiling as he looked like a little wet cat.

“What is so funny—I don’t get it?” He asked in a serious tone as he genuinely didn’t understand what you were laughing at. He started to wonder if he had done something or if there was something on his face.

“Relax…you just looked cute that was all.” You said with a smile on your face kissing his softly. You grabbed a rag washing his skin as gently as you could. You noticed he had lashes and scars on his back that were healed over. You assumed it was from the viltrumite empire—your mark told you how brutal they could be. You were kind of pissed that they would even do that to anyone but you kept it inside.

You finally finished washing him—you felt accomplished at your work as you got ready to wash yourself. He snagged you up pulling you into his lap and snatching the rag.

“I want to bathe you—you washed me it’s only fair I wash you.” He said in a possessive tone as one of his hands stayed wrapped around your torso to keep you still. You already knew he wasn’t taking no for an answer in this situation. You just kissed him softly giving him the ok to wash you.

He moved fast—scrubbing at you rough until you grabbed his hand.

“Jeez, slow down, there’s no need to rush…I’m not a viltrumite my skin isn’t diamond. Just go softly.” You redirected him as he just did as he was told.

You were starting to get a grasp on every one of the mark's personalities besides sinister. You had to get some time alone with him eventually—before you could start thinking of how to viltrumite mark had finished.

“Done ma'am,” he said with a grin across his face.

“You can just call me ‘y/n’” you said gently as he got out of the tub and quickly helped you right after.

“Yes ma'am, I mean, ‘Y/N’” he said in an attentive tone as you just laughed.

You wrapped yourself in a towel as he did the same. You grabbed the blow dryer—drying his hair then yours. That boy stayed latched to you—holding onto your waist for dear life as he kissed your neck softly.

Eventually, you finished blowing and drying your hair and got him off of you. He tried to put back on his dirty uniform before you stopped him.

“Ah ah! What the hell are you doing that’s dirty-“ you exclaimed before snatching it from him.

“It’s disrespectful to wear any other attire besides my uniform—plus, I just don’t wanna wear anything but my uniform.” He said as he tried to snatch it back from you. You two were pulling and snatching at the uniform now until it ripped.

“Fuck.” You said in a nervous tone as you saw his face grow a frown. He held onto his uniform as you rubbed your neck.

You left the bathroom—going through Mark's shirt drawer and grabbing up a shirt, some pants, and boxers as quickly as you could. You then dashed to get your needle and thread as you sat on your bed.

You sewed a viltrumite logo into the shirt, pants, and underwear as quickly as you could before you called him into your room.

“Uh, viltrumite mark-“ you called out as you saw him walk out of the bathroom with his head hung low. You smiled at him as you were getting dressed yourself.

“Found those in my marks drawer, I think you’d like them more than he would?” You said in a sure tone as you were slipping on your own shirt and pants.

“I told you already I’m not wearing anything other than my- UNIFORM!” His voice went from disappointment to excitement seeing the logo on the clothes he slipped into them as quickly as he could before he snatched you up.

“Oh-“ you said in a surprised tone as he hugged you tightly. He would not let go…he was like a mouse trap to you.

Once you finally got him off your waist he just latched onto your thigh. It was like you were walking with so much extra weight added on—you just wanted to get through the halls. You finally made it to the living room with viltrumite mark still latched onto you as you and Sinister Mark's eyes met.

“You…” you said in a focused tone—you had to get a good grasp on his personality and how he worked just like you did with the others a bit.

“You…” sinister Mark mocked you as Mohawk Mark laughed at his behavior. Your mark just shook his head in disbelief at them before they turned back to the tv

Your mark came over to you kissing you on the cheek.

“See you got some carry-on.” He joked as he was talking about viltrumite mark latching onto you. You just gave him a look of desperation as he laughed before pulling Viltrumite mark off of you.

“He’s more clingy than you some fucking how.” You said with a huff as you looked at your mark.

“Not possible.” He joked before hugging you softly. He missed having you in his arms.

You were clean, your house was clean, and you had 3 versions of your boyfriend in your house.

You plopped down on the couch preparing to plot on sinister Mark and get a scope on his personality.

“Wanna take a bath…” you asked him warmly waiting to see if he said yes

“No” he wasted no time responding no—it was gonna be a long day for you.

“Wanna play the game?”

“No”

“Wanna go outside?”

“No”

“Do you wanna cook?”

“Hell no-“

You were getting fed up, everything was a no.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO THEN!” You shouted out in an annoyed tone waiting to see what he suggested

“Fuck.” He just said it flat out as he gave you an absolutely disgusting smile.

“No…” you replied in a fed-up tone—out of everything you could do that’s all he wanted to do.

“Well, I guess we aren’t doing jack shit.” He said with a smirk before turning back to the TV.

You were absolutely fed up—he was being a little asshole and all you wanted to do was attempt to get to know him more. You were about to leap onto him and fight him till your mark grabbed you up.

“Babe…” he said giving you a disapproving look before letting you go.

“What, he’s basically fucking asking for it…” you scowled out. You were pissed. You just went to the bathroom again making yourself look presentable before walking back out.

You got ready to slide on your shoes as sinister Mark heard your footsteps reach the door. He wanted to know what you were planning on doing.

“Where are you going.” Sinister Mark asked as he stood over you.

“Oh so now you’re interested…” you snapped back as the other marks watched you two argue.

“Never said that—I just asked where you were going.” Sinister Mark said as he leaned down closer to you—your eyes were basically beaming into each other.

“To mind my fucking business…” you said in a stern tone as you stood up. Both of you stared each other down as you stood up. You weren’t afraid of him… at least that’s what you told yourself so you wouldn’t fucking pass out.

Everyone was silent—the only sound that could be heard was the TV. As soon as you reached for the door handle sinister Mark tripped you before grabbing you up.

“Hey!-“ your mark shouted out ready to come to your defense if needed.

“Shut up…” sinister mark snapped back at your mark before rushing to the couch. He laid out on it first before laying right on top of you. You felt out of air almost instantly not able to move. He just ignored you trying to get you to hush up so he could watch TV.

“HEY!- GET OFF!” You shouted as he just ignored you turning up the TV so you couldn’t be heard.

Mohawk Mark laughed at him being an asshole as he was honestly impressed he still had enough balls to do that. You were kicking and trying to push up as best as you could but literally couldn’t.

“HELP!-“ you shouted out for your mark's help—he got close to you getting ready to pull off sinister mark before he realized something.

This was the calmest he had been—ever…

Maybe it wasn’t so bad leaving you there…your mark tapped viltrumite mark and Mohawk mark forcing them to get up and follow you.

“Sorry babe…gotta run errands.” Your mark said choking up a bit as he tried to hold in his laugh

“You mother fucker…you better not-“Before you could even try and stop him they were out of the door. Fuck.

Sinister Mark just laughed at your poor efforts before flicking through movies.

“Wanna watch this?” Sinister Mark asked as if he was being generous to you.

“No.” You said in an annoyed and exhausted tone still trying to push yourself free.

“Well, that’s too fucking bad.” Sinister Mark said before he put on the movie he wanted to watch. You were absolutely annoyed.

Your face smushed between his chest and the couch cushions. His hand with to your head stroking your hair—he was an absolute tease. He knew you couldn’t move from under him at all and was using it to his advantage.

Eventually you two both just started watching the movie together. You just laid under him like he had you until another movie flicked on.

Your attention was still on the next movie but his no longer was. His attention was now on you. His hands snaked up your shirt to your breast as he cupped them.

“Warm.” He said in a carefree way as he had your attention now.

“Hey, asshole…I thought we were watching a movie.” You said in an annoyed tone. He knew you couldn’t move free and now he was using it to be a perv.

“Relax…I can do both.” He lied straight through his teeth as he sucked on your neck harshly.

He kept feeling at your breast—you started to feel yourself getting a bit bothered. He kissed you roughly on your cheek and neck. As you leaned into it until you remembered you weren’t supposed to be giving in to what he wanted.

“Hey-“ you said to him trying to get him to cut it out a bit before you fell in deeper. It was such a horrible attempt you didn’t even want him to actually stop.

“Relax…keep watching the movie.” He said as he kept sucking at your neck harsher and harder. You felt a moan slip from your lips as he smiled.

His hands snaked to your pants slowly pulling them off as you just let it happen. You were flipped onto your back as he rose up.

“I just wanna make it known…” sinister Mark said with a smirk before he pulled off his pants and boxers as fast as he could. You just rolled your eyes knowing he won again.

“You could’ve got up wayyyy after they left, I haven’t been pressing my full weight on you or pressing on you at all since the first movie started.” He said with an absolutely pleased smile on his face. He folded your legs up putting you into a mating press position as he smiled.

“Well I didn’t know that-“ you tried to bicker back before he cut you off

“Oh, you absolutely knew.” He snapped back before rubbing his dick against your pussy.

He was teasing you as you were trying your best not to squirm. You just wanted him to hurry up and put it in but just like Mohawk Mark—he was savoring his time being selfish with you.

“GET ON WITH- NGH!-“As soon as you screamed out at him to hurry up he pushed himself in.

“God…so needy.” Sinister Mark said in an annoyed tone as he kept your legs held up as best as he could.

He wasted no time…he was aggressive and fast. He popped into you like a madman not letting up for a single second in his pace.

“Yknow…Ngh…maybe you could get me back..mphm, to my universe..huff…and I could take you there and spoil you rotten Ngh.” Sinister Mark said in a breathy tone. He was trying to persuade you to come home with him…he wanted you all to himself.

“Ngh…no…mphm..thanks for the…offer…” you huffed out in between moans struggling to keep your composure. That man was efficient in his work.

“I wasn’t asking..” he said in a possessive tone as he just started fapping into you harder.

God dammit- you set yourself up with this one. You’d have to deal with that shit later because you were pressed down and getting fucked into your own couch.

You took in his appearance while you had the chance and he was clean just like your mark. Not a scar in sight like on Mohawk mark or Viltrumite mark. You tried to find anything that set him apart from your mark (besides personality clearly)

Your hand shot up to his face as best as it could as it felt around for anything

“Cut it out.” He scowled out as you finally noticed it. He had absolutely sharp canines. Your hand shot into his mouth practically fingering it till he moved it aside

“QUIT!-“ he shouted out breathily as he kept fapping into you harder. You were making it hard for him to focus on his movie. He was such a fucking asshole.

“F…fuck” you moaned out snaking your arm up to his face. He was too distracted looking back and forth at the TV and back to you to see your hand snake up.

You grabbed his neck pulling him in deep for a kiss as you came hard. He fapped into you as deeply as he could one last time before cumming right after you. You two lay on the couch huffing. His head went to yours pressing his forehead against yours.

“I gotta get you home with me…” he whispered as he licked your face as if he was some kind of dog or something trying to taste you.

You just squirmed as you didn’t know how to feel—you didn’t know whether or not you liked it or felt disgusted by his behavior. This was him trying to show some sort of horrible ass affection to you and he wanted to keep going.

Before he could lean in to kiss you again the other marks returned from wherever the hell they went as they stared at you two.

“You mother fucker, you stole my whole flow—I did it first.” Mohawk Mark said in an annoyed tone at sinister mark.

“On the couch… c'mon…” your mark complained as clearly everyone else was getting fucked but him today. (You’d have to fix that later.)

“Selfish.” Viltrumite Mark was being an absolute hypocrite but he didn’t give a damn.

You just looked absolutely bashful and sinister Mark didn’t give a fuck. He was still inside of you—getting out as much cum as he could into you until you slapped his thigh for him to pull out.

He did…reluctantly as he stared at you with a smirk.

“Fucked up your couch…but you can clean that up right?” He said as he pulled himself out of you watching as the cum seeped from your pussy onto your sofa. He gave you an absolutely nasty cream pie before kicking on his underwear and pants and just went back to watching TV as if none of it had happened. You just leaned your head back in embarrassment and exhaustion.

You finally had a grasp on all of their personality’s…

Mohawk Mark was selfish, impatient, and a little sarcastic jackass who didn’t know when to stop. Also was probably the one with the most interesting appearance from top to bottom.

Viltrumite Mark was a clingy and touch-deprived little thing who didn’t know how to be gentle unless you told him to.

And sinister Mark was an absolute asshole who was absolutely possessive. He didn’t give a fuck about what anyone said or felt about him.

One thing they all had in common (even your mark) was being a selfish little fuck. None of them wanted to share and that wasn’t something you could just teach. You just brought your hands to your face before pulling it down.

Ooohhh.... divorced and strict and straight no-nonsense. Here's a blurb !

The first time your friend introduces you, you thought you were being pranked. The familiar face of Omni-man's famous descendant greeting you and letting you in with a warning to not make a mess, how could you NOT think it was a prank?

"You didn't say your dad was a superhero?!" You whispered harshly while flipping through course material slides, in your peripheral vision you could see the victim of your gossip passively preparing something in a mug for himself.

"Doesn't that kinda beat the point of a secret identity?" Your friend rolled their eyes at you. "Now lock in, we have a midterm in 2 days."

You couldn't. You felt staring at your back whenever you tried to retain any information for your midterm, and you needed to pass this course. You were lucky your friend was there to quiz you and remind you of important things that are guaranteed to appear in the exam, otherwise you would've been worried about the powerhouse that was preparing lunch.

Your friend must have done something right because you got a clean 26/30 in the midterm, and they oh-so-graciously offered for you to come over again to study and work on your projects repeatedly.

"Seriously?" You asked while slipping your laptop back in your bag. "Won't your dad mind? I feel like I've been coming over a lot."

"My dad doesn't care." They shrugged, smiling at you. "Seriously, I got a full mark in the mid term! Studying with you helps me revise. And no offense, your dorm room is depressing."

You let out a distraught gasp as you look up at them. "Rude! I open my door to you and you besmirch my home?!"

"You're not using that word right, idiot." They grinned, wincing when your fist made contact with their shoulder.

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"(Name), what a surprise." Your friend's father greeted as he stepped in from the front door. "I see you're more comfortable bringing your friends around."

Your friend rolled their eyes. "We're just revising, y'know most dads would be happy their kids are bringing their friends over to study."

You heard him scoff, not taking offense, apparently. You winced when he turned to look around tou. "... thanks for having me, Mr. Grayson..!"

"I told you to call me Mark, you're always welcome." A sheepish smile made its way to your face, nodding in acknowledgement as you glanced back down at the material.

"Ignore him, he's trying to be all 'I'm the alpha male' of the house." Your friend rolled their eyes as you laughed, refocusing on the content of the slides although it's hard when you can hear him move about.

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You hurried upstairs as you followed your friend's instructions, second door on the left. You think you've been here enough to remember where the bathroom was, but clearly not. You didn't feel the need to lock the door as you finished up and washed your hands, taking a minute to adjust your appearance.

You jumped hearing the bathroom clack open. "Ignore me, I need some soap." Mark, and he thought you were your friend.

He only noticed you when he had to stop right before the sink you stood at, looking up at you with a surprised but not shocked look. He was bare save for a towel around his waist. Water dripped down his damp hair and body. "... oh.. you didn't lock the door."

You found your voice again, moving past him to the door. "S-sorry! I'll leave you be!!" Your hand opened the door only for it to smack back shut as his palm pushed it back to its place. "What's the rush? I won't bite."

Your heart soared to your throat as you felt his naked body press behind you, his hand caging yours. "Mr. Grayson...?" You tried to look up, shivering as his head peaked into your peripheral vision.

"I thought I told you to call me Mark, sweetheart." He murmured, taking a short whiff from you, his other hand coming up your waist, this felt so sudden, you knew he stared at you sometimes but you assumed he was just wary.

"You're shaking." He noted with a smile, lips trailing up your neck. "Do I scare you?"

You shook your head, you didn't trust your voice to string words together. "I see the way you look at me, y'know?" He noted, his breath ghosting over your ear, his fingers wedged between yours.

You gasped as his hand trailed under your shirt, feeling your bare skin, he let out a small groan. "You think I don't notice those eyes following me around whenever I show up?" He let out a raspy laugh, his lips kissing the area between your neck and shoulder, moving up to your neck.

You bit your bottom lip as he pressed himself to your back, your face flushed as his naked chest was against your clothed back, you prayed that towel clung to his waist like a metal latch, you'd die if this escalated, you're on the verge of dying as he pressed you to the wood of the door.

"(Name)! You okay? You've been in there a while!" Your heart beat faster now for an entirely different reason as your friend asked about you, actually came upstairs and knocked on the door and asked about you.

Mark watching you glance back at him, he put a finger up against his lips, shushing you quietly but you knew what it meant.

"Y-yeah! I'm okay!" His hand lowered, back on your body as it trailed over your hips. "I just... feel a little sick, I think it was the sandwich from that cafe..!"

Mark smiled, chuckling and biting your neck gently. "... well, okay- take it easy, alright? I'll get some water for you downstairs."

"That'd be great, thanks...! Be down soon..!" You responded, withholding any voice cracks as Mark continued to kiss and bite.

"Lying? That's naughty, baby..." he mumbled, turning your jaw so you'd look at him. "But I'm no better now, am I?"

variants from across space and time strike up a deal with a man who claims to control it. their reward? you, the eye of their obsession and the one treasure they'd lost once before but vow to never let go again.

Meet - needy mark variant who had wanted nothing more than to be your good boy <3

— part one, full-mask

✧･ﾟMINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DNI

The moment your finger was within vicinity of his lips he parted them instinctively, clammy hands scrambling to hold your wrist as he kissed your finger pad gently at first, his tongue prodding out at your fingertip coating it in a thin layer of his saliva before eventually trapping your finger between his lips.

You would've reeled back had he not held your hand like it was the holy grail, swirling his tongue around your fingertip like the sweetest honey, his tongue gently pushed your finger left and right in his mouth, ocassionally suckling with a few muffled whines. Mark tried to keep his eyes shut, feeling the warmth crawl onto his cheeks. He'd take the humiliation if it meant getting to taste you in any way possible.

Little whimpers and hums leaked past his lips as he suckled and licked yet he couldn't resist not taking small glances at you, that expression of disbelief, like your sweet nerdy friend was some whore just by licking your fingers, he almost moaned.

Suckling softly, he finally parted with a small satisfied pant, the string of saliva between his lips and your fingertips breaking quickly as he sat back, both embarassed and proud of himself seeing his spit coat your fingers the same way it coated his lips in a translucent shine.

"... I asked if you had a napkin." You mumbled with a dumbfounded expression, the cheese that coated your finger from the shared cheesy fries sitting in the paper plate now gone, he pouted, eyebrows furrowed as if offended that you expressed anything but gratitude.

"Don't you think my solution was more practical..?"

Thinking of Sinister Mark and how he turned from a sweet guy to an arrogant jerk after getting his powers, you were his close friend, the kindest and sweetest to him— there was no one else but you for him.

After getting his powers, he started seeing himself as... above everyone else, and eventually his father. That arrogance carried over when he argued with you over the nature of his actions, you tell him he's hurting people, he spouts out that he doesn't care and that they're collateral damage.

You really thought you could lower him from the pedestal he put himself on, until he squeezed your throat after getting sick of your lectures.

"Listen carefully." He shuddered out, restraining his anger as his breath fanned over your face, you thought he was gonna bite your lips off. "You're my best friend and I kept you around because I like you. But you don't get to tell me how to act, not mom, not dad, not Cecil, not whatever junior heroes team. No one tells me what to do."

Your hands clawing at his wrists reminds him of a helpless kitten that thought it could scare off people by hissing too loud, it was pathetic. "Anytime you raise your voice at me, remember that I can snap your neck just like that." He grinned, black goggles glinting as he leaned closer. "Y'know what? I should just make you my pet. It's what dad called mom, and as much as I think the man's fucking senile; he's right."

From that day onwards, he'd break into your home whenever he wanted to be near you, clenching your jaw to kiss you before dropping his head on your lap, expecting you to run your hand through his hair and comfort him, provide warmth after splashes of blood cooled his skin.

God help you if he's in one of his moods, almost crushing you in his grip, manhandling you to his desires, open-mouthed kisses with his tongue suffocating you as he murmurs complaints.

"This city's a damn headache." He pants against your lips, a hand tugging your hair back to crane your neck, practically pressing his face to yours with sloppy, needy kisses. "I should just kill everyone, then we can fuck on their graves." This Mark's smile always showed his gums, like he was having the time of his life.

You were thankful you decided to stay home today, the storm was unrelenting outside as rain pattered down against surfaces like bullets, thunder and lightening exploding amidst the wind and rain. As ominous as it was, taking safety measures and remaining inside comforted you, you followed procedure, anything else is out of your hands.

A warm mug next to you as your favorite blanket draped over your legs, your laptop dimly playing videos of varying types. Everything was fully charged, your phone next to you, quiet as a mouse. You weren't going to move for a while...

A knock on the front door quickly stopped your train of thought, all appreciation dissipating.

Holding back a groan, you got up from the couch, adjusting your clothes as you made a beeline for the door— peephole be damned, who's crazy enough to be out in this weather?

Swinging the door open, you look up to a messy head of sopping wet black hair. You almost didn't recognize Mark since his hair is always out of his face. His eyes were swollen, and his lips tugged into a cross between a frown and a pout. This is the first time you've seen him since your break-up about a month ago.

"... Mark?"

"... Hi." He sounded glad, like he didn't expect you to answer. "... c-can I come in? I just- I need to talk to you, like REALLY need to."

"No." Your answer may have been cold, but your relationship ended on bad terms. "Go home, it's thundering outside."

His heart plummeted to his stomach seeing you close the door, his hand quickly reaching out as well as his foot to keep it open. "Wait— please. (Name), hear me out. Just hear me out and I'll go, I swear." His voice almost cracked as he begged you.

"Mark, it's over. I gave you back all your stuff and deleted your number, just move on—"

"I can't." He whimpered, "please, don't make me do this— I can't find anyone else like you." He sighed, unsure if it was shaky from the cold or the sob bubbling in his throat. "Don't leave me, please- just hear me out."

You grimaced, the door opening further by his hand. "(Name), you don't have to respond now, but please just... don't do this." Mark approached you, clothes soaked through his coat and hands hesitant to touch you. "I-I can't stop thinking about you, please baby—"

You looked away, wincing at the nickname. "I told you not to call me that."

"I'll call you whatever you want— fuck, (name), please—" you heard a thud, glancing back to him you found him on his knees, his arms caging around your legs. "Don't leave me, please- need you so bad.." he sniffled, a choked sob escaping him.

His rambling continued as he rubbed his cheek against your body. You're now mortified as your hands on his shoulders to balance yourself. "Mark. Get up. My neighbours will see—"

"Let them, I don't care." He huffed, the tears and sobbing returning tenfold. "Just take me back— I-I'll be good, I promise." Mark looked up at you with glossy eyes, the pink undertones of his skin now more evident from both the cold and the crying. "Please baby, lemme be your good boy again..! I'll be the best, I promise. I love you so much..!"

Your other hand landed on his head by mistake, he almost moaned at the feeling of you touching him in a way that slightly resembled affection, leaning up to your hand. "I know deep down you still love me too.." he huffed, that sentence was such a gamble.

"Let me in, let me show you how much I love you." He kissed your body wherever he could reach, causing you to yelp. "Mark!! What the hell?! I'm serious! Stop it!"