i love love love pathetic yandere men who cries, kneels, and even grovel on the ground like a dog just to beg an ounce of your love and attention.
he doesn't care if the sharp tiny rocks embed on his knees. he doesn't care if people are looking at him, laughing and taking videos of his pathetic act. oh, is he embarrassing you? he cries a string of sorrys and begs for your forgiveness.
but him clinging, hugging your legs tightly doesn't help. in fact, it only became worse. with your face flushed from embarrassment, you gave in to his wishes and dragged him out of the public eye.
he'd follow you home where his long awaited punishment would take place. you would edge him so many times, it hurts. too close to cumming but he'd never reach his climax. twitching, whining, and crying naked on your sheets, he could do nothing but beg and beg for your mercy.
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Mark and you laid in his dorm room, lights dim, him still wearing his iconic suit, mask strapped tightly onto his handsome features.
Your fingers raking over his stomach as if he was a huge house cat, chest rising and falling.
Him looking down at you, his heart melting with love when you two locked eyes.
A hand coming up to your cheek, thumb brushing against your lip.
You always did have beautiful lips..
“You know you’re the only thing in the universe I would die for, right? The only thing I’d kill for”
He said, staring up at you lovingly, through his goggles.
“Lil ol’me huh” you laughed, half asslingly believing marks words.
He chuckled at your comment, nose doing its usual cute scrunch.
“Yea.. Lil ol’you” he mocked dragging your hand from his hard abs towards the centre of his chest
Flattening your palm down onto his chest, where his heart is, “your the reason I breathe, your the very reason I live.. I live for you”.
You hated yourself for this.. but with such a strong confession, it freaked you out, alot actually, but you shoved the distasted feeling down, your smile faltering while you kept your hand on his warm chest.
“That’s uh.. a bit intense” .
You tried easing into his lovesick delusions.
He smirked, shrugging his shoulders while laying on the small bed.
His eyes frenzied with earnest intensity “yea well, deal with it. I’m crazy about you mama~”.
You coughed on air swatting close to his face, with a peachy blush on your face.
“Mark!!” You laughed at marks comment, him grabbing your hand, just intensely starting at your e/c irises.
Without breaking eye contact he kissed your hand, placing it back gently onto his chest.
“What can’t take the fact, that one day you’ll be my pretty mama one day~”
He tapped your nose lightly with his finger, his other hand squeezing yours gently over his rapidly beating heart.
“Think of it.. pretty little babies running around.. seeing you nice and motherly over them.. you can’t tell me you don’t want that sweetheart~”
You rolled your eyes not playing into his needy thoughts he’s been having recently, just soothing his body.
He let out a soft sigh, his eyes fluttering closed as he enjoyed your touch. His body relaxed under your gentle hands.
leaning into your touch like a cat seeking affection.
"You know, sometimes I can't believe you're real," he murmured softly.
“Really now? What’s that supposed to mean” You smirked, feigning an offended tone, feeling marks stress spike.
He cracked one eye open, knowing you too well and your annoying games to get a rise out of him.
Smirking, his free hand lazily traced patterns on your arm. "Just that... gorgeous girls like you aren't supposed to actually exist. It's like, laws of the universe or whatever. Beautiful inside and out, hilarious, amazing in bed-“
“MARK” you cut him off, face flush as a tomato, levitating an empty soda can on his counter at his face, the poor lover, so star struck over your eyes to even flinch, as if you hung the stars in the sky.
The soda can hitting him, He laughed heartily as the can gently bounced off his forehead, catching it with lightning-fast reflexes to toss it back playfully very gently.
"Okay okay, okay! No need to use your powers against me~" He tugged you closer, trapping you in his arms while wearing a mischievous grin.
The soda can not even hitting you, from marks crushing speed, forcing you onto his godly body.
“Then don’t give me a reason to then Grayson~”
You said pulling back enough you were straddling him.
He let out a low chuckle, pulling you closer to his bulge. "Or what? You gonna fly me into the sun for daring to compliment you?" His said, voice holding a mischievous note to it.
“Mm I could” you smirked, putting your finger on your chin, faking a pondering face, mark letting out a strangled whine, thighs rubbing against his cock in the tight spandex he was wearing.
“Whoa there, gravity girl! No sun-toshing the boyfriend, alright?" His hands gripped your waist tightly. "I'm too handsome for space dust anyway~.”
“So cocky!”
You swatted at him.
He caught your hand mid-swat, his hand wrapping around yours to pull you closer.
"Cocky? Nah, just confident. Confident that my girl loves my face too much to turn me into a supernova."
His eyes then grew lidded, the feeling of your plush thighs so close to his cock, got him acting up.
You smiled at marks neediness, cupping and peppering his face full of kisses.
He moaned into the warm kisses, his strong hips thrusting up into yours, cock rubbing against your hot cunt and thighs, while his tongue tried snaking in.
His hands slid up to cradle your head, fingers threading through your deep hair. "Mmm, that's the stuff right hereeee,".
You rolled your eyes at his neediness, tugging a strand of his black hair, his head rearing.
A guttural whine leaving his lips.
He’s such a sexy whiner~
Lips making contact on his Adam’s apple and neck.
Red blushes starting to cover his neck.
He groaned softly as your lips met the sensitive skin of his neck, his head tilting back to give you better access.
His hands gripped your hips possessively, holding you closer. "You're such a fucking.. tease," he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire. “Kissing me like that..."
Mark rutted into your clothed cunt in a frustrated attempt for pleasure, the friction making his cock twitch.
He hated teasing with an addictive passion.
“True but I don’t knowwwww mmm beg~” you smirked reducing Mark to nothing but dirt under your shoe as if he wasn’t one of the most powerful man in the galaxy
He let out a playful growl, his hands squeezing the flesh of your ass, as he begged, his voice taking on a whiny tone.
"Pleeease, babe? I'll do anything, you know I’d be your slave~, be your fuck toy~ just touch me baby”
“I’d fuck you so good baby~ just give me a chance~~ I’d reach so deep you’d need me to just walk straight for weeks~”.
You felt yourself get wetter.. him and his damn mouth.
You smirked at his neediness, eyes hooded, head reared up wanting to be marked up by his queen.
“Mark me baby~” he whimpered, tugging on your lose hair very gently, a silent plea.
You sucked at his frosted skin, It taking its succulent time to bruise, the wetness and swirling of your tongue on his neck, only tightening his cock in his boxers underneath the tight suit.
Eventually targeting his lips next, tongue prodding for entry into Marks mouth.
You pulled at his ravenette hair, kissing feverishly over his face and neck, his lust barely contained.
His hands squeezing harshly at the fat of your ass, delivering a sting to your ass, his hand then rubbing your plumb flesh.
“Mm’Love this ass baby~”
his hands tensed around your plush ass, lifting his hips to grind against your core.
His kisses became sloppier, more desperate, as he tried to convey just how much he loved these intense, passionate.. raw love~
He was hard as fuck, and always is around you.
But fuck theres more blood in his aching cock than his brain at the moment.
he caught your bottom lip between his, sucking gently before letting it go with a wet pop.
His hands slid up to your waist, holding you firmly in place.
"Seriously though... fuck, you’re dangerous."
He nipped at your lips again, threatening to break the skin.
Alone in his euphoria, you took him by surprise, tugging his yellow mask off with force, slicked black hair falling forward in pieces, while you grounded your slobbering cunt against his throbbing cock.
He mewled, hands on your ass again, rocking his hips, cock soaking into your cunt with more vigor.
You held onto the black suit for dear life, fingers tearing at the fabric.
His hands were moving, gripping your thighs tightly as he lifted his hips up to grind against you, a low growl escaping his throat.
He was so fucking hard, the outline of his cock clearly visible through his tight supersuit.
He loved getting you all worked up for you. "Mmm, baby...".
“Mark!~”
You whined, feeling your cunt grow wetter against Marks boner, the slickness dampened your panties, Mark feeing the warmth.
Making him buck deeper, feeling pre collecting at his tip through the suit.
“Mm please le’me fuck you.. I swear.. I’ll be gentle”
You kissed him to shut his whines.
Grinding your core against his cock, mark whimpering.
His hips moving in sync with yours, creating a delicious friction.
He could feel how wet you were through the thin fabric of your clothes, and it was driving him wild.
“Goddamn, you feel so good," he murmured, his voice husky with desire.
The teasing growing too strong for Mark, eyes hooded or closed the whole heavenly experience.
You didn’t remember when or how it happened.. but mark snapped.
One minute he’s your whining good boy the next he’s a bitch in heat.
The teasing too intense for his sensitive cock.
Flipping you onto your back easily, making you yelp.
He was between your legs in an instant, his hands going to your thighs to spread them wider.
"Off," he growled, referring to your panties. He was done playing nice.
You knew the drill pulling them to the side.
He let out a dark laugh, "Like that? Jesus."
He husked out a laugh unzipping his suit enough to free up his aching length, the tip already leaking pre.
looking at your exposed core, fucking delicious..
He wrapped a calloused hand around his beating cock, the thing sporting a few ropes of pre.
Diving his tongue into your fleshy walls.
Eating your cunt as if a man starved
His tongue explored every inch of you eagerly, tasting your sweetness.
He let out a satisfied hum, continuing to stroke himself with his free hand, while he bucked his fist as if on heat.
“Fuck, you taste so good." His tongue circled your pink clit before sucking it gently.
"Is this what you needed, baby?"
You panted, this felt so fucking good, you thought biting your lower lip when mark nipped and sucked your bud.
“Huh~ Gravity Girl?”
He slowed his sucking.
He pulled back, his face inches from your pussy, his hand still slowly stroking his thick length.
You gotta tell him how good he was eating you out.
His eyes locked with yours, challenging. "Tell me how good my tongue feels in your cunt, baby."
“S-So Ah~~ Good!” Your needy cunt salivating, poor you just wanting more sucks.
You flailed your legs, bucking your cunt.
“Marky~ Baby.. Please”
Tears threatening to spill from your eyes, the cause of the throbbing pain of your bud.
His lips curled into a smug grin at your reaction.
Nothing more delicious then sweet pay back~
He loved reducing you to whines and moans.
“Is that all you've got?" he mocked, his hot breath ghosting over your sensitive flesh.
"You want my mouth back on you?" he asked, his fingers splaying your thighs wider.
"You want me to suck and lick until you're screaming?" He could see your hips bucking, trying to pull his face back down.
He chuckled darkly. "Say it."
Your ego starting to dwindle from marks teasing.
You turned your head away.
“Please..Mark.. don’t make me beg-“
Before you could finish he pulled your cunt closer to his face, pupils blown when your scent hit him.
"Either say it, or I'll make you..." He pressed a slow, deliberate kisses to your inner thigh, deliberately avoiding your center.
“Tell me how much you need my mouth on this pretty little pussy, baby. Beg for it."
You sucked the lemon, biting your lip at his big eyes waiting for you to speak between your thighs.
“..yes please mark.. I want you so bad~”. You spoke, playing into his kink.
A triumphant smirk crossed his face as he heard you beg so sweetly. He loved it when you surrendered like this.
“That's my girl," he groaned approvingly. Without hesitation, he dove back in, his mouth covering your cunt completely.
His tongue delved deep inside you, curling and thrusting rhythmically.
He could feel your legs trembling as you tried to pull him closer.
He added his fingers, spreading your lips wider to allow his tongue deeper access.
He could feel you getting closer, but he pulled back abruptly.
“Mark!!”
You whined, tears fat and beading at the corner of your eyes.
He sat up, licking his lips. a wicked grin playing on his face.
So sweet~
He knew you were right on the edge, and he loved pushing you close to the breaking point.
“You're so close baby, aren’t you~" he said, his voice low and husky.
Without much of a growl, Mark tugged your bagged shirt, the fabric flying into the corner of his dorm room with a thud.
His eyes darkened as your breasts spilled free.
No bra?~
Dirty girl
He captured a nipple into his mouth, sucking harshly while pinching the other between his digets.
His other hand went back to stroking himself rapidly.
“Fuck, these tits..." He switched to the other nipple, biting.
You yelped, mark just swirling his toughest over the light pink wound.
The pleasure euphoric, your cunt wetter then the ocean right now.
Eyes rolled back, ass arched, heart beating fast.
You pulled on his suit a silent plea to just ditch the thing then just leaving it unzipped.
He got the hint and quickly shed the suit, revealing his muscular, chiseled body.
He kicked it aside, the black and blue flopping to the floor, now completely nude before you.
His massive erection jutted out more than it did when unzipped, red and angry, pre-cum dripping down its sides.
You raked fingers over his chest, his abs contracting, a whined leaving his throat, while he pushed you back down onto the small bed.
He wrapped an arm around your lower hips, pulling your legs to snake around his hips, gripping tight as he began to rock you back and forth, grinding your wet cunt all against his abs.
Your breasts smushed against his chest, hard nipples dragging.
He gripped your ass tightly, as he ground you down harder.
He could feel your wetness coating his abs, making them slick.
His whimpers growing loud, his pretty cock coating your belly with pre.
He pushed you back down onto the bed, leaving you winded.
Finally registering the warmth against your abdomen, the pulsing wetness
His cock happily at home, resting above your entrance.
You looked down
Dick lying flat against your belly, your curves exaggerating its size.
He wrapped a hand around it, squeezing hard as he began to slowly jerk off against your skin.
"Look at this fucking thing," He murmured gruffly.
You clenched.. fuck this guy and words~
“So fuckin.. big.. so fuckin’n-needy~”
He rubbed his thick head up and down your stomach, leaving a snail trail of pre behind.
He wrapped his other arm around your waist, pulling you up so that his length nestled between your breasts.
He began to thrust his hips, breast-fucking you slowly.
Mark having obvious urges to mark you with his pre.
And it was working, you were hot and bothered everywhere~
Pre slick all over your body.
Mark's lips crashed into yours in a searing kiss as he continued sliding his cock up and down your breasts.
He swallowed your whimpers, his tongue delving into your mouth to dominate yours.
His fingers tangled in your hair, gripping firmly to angle your head just how he wanted.
Feeling your tits engulfing his throbbing cock was Devine.
Panting heavily between kisses, the pleasure overwhelming.
His hips jerked erratically as he chased his release, his cock throbbing and leaking more clear globs of pre.
He stopped mid thrust, moaning, not bucking his hips, just very tense.. eyes wide in euphoria.
A especially larger gush of pre oozed from his tip, his eyes relaxing back to a hooded state.
Close one…
With a silky squelch, Mark pulled away, relaxing you back onto his bed, one of his hands on your wrists the other wrapped tight on his cock.. this time his tip was kissing your folds…
Rubbing his slick up and down, to coat himself in your wetness, pre and arousal mixing.
You whined like a slut, trying to egg mark on to fuck you.
He chuckled darkly at your desperate whines, grabbing your thighs and spreading them wider.
Teasing your entrance with his tip, pushing in just an inch, then a little more, and more.. before pulling all the way back out.
He repeated this tormenting motion a few times, watching your face contort with need.
“So fucking eager,"
“Mark.. please~~”
You pleaded back.
Mark growled at your pleading whimper.
He grabbed your hips hard, completely forgetting your wrists, trying to get control.
Your nails digging into his pecs only made him harder.
He pushed in another inch, making you moan loudly. Watching your breasts bounce with each whimper, losing his mind.
“Please what?"
You swallowed your pride.. for the greater good of your swollen bud, hickeyed tits and well your deep itch for his cock~
“Please.. f.. Fuck me~”
With a savage snarl, Mark slammed forward, burying himself to the hilt inside you.
Tip kissing your cervix
You both cried out, the sudden fullness taking your breath away.
He stilled for a moment, savoring the tight heat of your pussy wrapped around his massive length. "Like this?"
You couldn’t breathe from his sheer size, needing time to recover.
Panting in a blushed frenzy
“Y-Yes.. perfect”
You said tensed up begging not to cum 3 seconds in.
Mark pulled back slowly, until just the tip remained inside you.
He paused there, looking into your face, watching your desperate expression.
“God don’t stare at me like that~”
Then, with a smirk, he snapped his hips forward, filling you up again in one swift motion.
He set a brutal pace, pounding into you relentlessly.
Your nails digging into the muscle of his back while he railed you.
The headboard slamming against the wall, the sound echoing.
He loved the feel of your nails digging into his back, spurring him on.
Each thrust was deep and powerful, the bouncing your tits, a fucking view to see.
But
One only
ONLY
he can see..
He wrapped an arm around your waist to angle your hips better, hitting that perfect spot with each thrust.
“Nobody else gets to see you like this. Don't even think about letting another guy touch this fucking perfect body."
He spread your legs wider, watching his thick length sliding in and out of your small body with unthinkable speed.
He imagined other men trying to handle these curves, touch your tits, hear your dirty moans.
His expression darkened. "You only spread your legs like this for me, right?"
“Yes Mark~ yes~”
"That's right, baby. Only I get to see this sexy body, only I get to hear those sweet moans."
He adjusted his angle slightly, hitting a spot that made you gasp loudly.
"Only my cock gets to fuck this tight pussy."
Your back arches nipples hardening.
“Yesss mark~~”
He watched your back arch beautifully, your tits bouncing perfectly with each thrust.
He wrapped his arms around your legs, pulling them up and over his shoulders.
This position made him go even deeper, hitting that spot perfectly with each snap of his hips.
"Fuck, look how deep I am inside you..."
Marks cock spasmed, twitching around your velvety walls.
Starting to grow sensitive, whimpering.
His movements became more erratic, losing control as his orgasm approached.
The sounds of your wet pussy taking his cock were driving him crazy.
He thrust harder, faster, completely losing himself in the feeling.
"I'm-so-fucking-close,"
he panted between thrusts, his voice breaking.
He held your legs tightly over his shoulders, burying himself as deep as he could go.
He was so close, his balls drawing up tight against your ass.
He looked down, watching his length disappear inside you over and over again.
"Fuck, I'm gonna fill this perfect pussy up..."
He tightened your legs over his shoulders, pulling you flush against him.
This new angle had his thick length stretch you even more.
Each thrust jiggling your tits deliciously.
He whimpered softly, sweat covering both of your bodies.
His eyes rolled back as he felt his release building at the base of his cock.
He buried his face between your breasts, inhaling your scent deeply as he pounded into you with wild abandon.
His wet tongue licking at your soft sweet skin.
his thick length throbbing inside you.
He looked up at your face through your bouncing breasts, his face contorted with pleasure.
“Love’these pretty breasts.. so soft.. warm~..”
You clenched, blush intensified.
Your velvety walls too much for him to handle.
With a final, deep thrust, he let out a needy groan, his cock pulsing as he released his hot sticky seed deep inside you.
Painting your womb white with ease
He held himself there, buried to the hilt, tip past your cervix, fill you up with his thick load.
You felt the vivid warmth he had filled you with
Placing a hand over your womb, feeling the warmth.
Mark stayed there for a moment, catching his breath, his large body draped over yours.
His arms wrapped around your thighs, keeping your legs over his shoulders.
Nuzzling his face between your breasts, inhaling your scent deeply, marking you further with his sweat and his seed.
“M’love you.. you’re so perfect.. my perfect girl”
The creamy texture smeared all over your belly, dripping onto the covers, Mark still buried deep inside.
His expression soft, looking down at you with adoring eyes, his voice gentle and filled with love. "Baby... you feel so perfect..."
He slowly lowered your legs from his shoulders, gently kissing each thigh before settling between your legs.
“You did so well”
He paused with a shit eating smirk
“Mm but’Looks like I need’a make you cum again.. huh?, you’d like that wouldn’t you~~”
“You deserve it for being such a good girl~”
You mewled, trying to deny his god-like sex.
He chuckled darkly, his still semi-hard length sliding back inside you easily due to his previous release.
Hardening quick
You tried disagreeing but the wetness between your legs says otherwise, your hands shoving his chest weakly..
“Mm’no.. no.. not y-yet”
"Shh, don't deny your man what he wants." He smiled kissing your temple, and teary cheeks, moving slowly again, his hands roaming your body possessively.
“I wanna feel you cum on my cock again~..."
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Part TWO of: HOME INVASION
Word Count: 2.6k+ words
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You attempted to curl into yourself, to protect your belly as your eyes widened with absolute fear and despair.
Never did you think you would fear the face of the man you’d fallen in love with…yet here you were.
Sinister Mark arched as he flew through the air, and the air folded with him..his glovedhands outstretched and reaching, a malicious grin split across his face as his yellow cape swallowed the room whole.
You open your lips to let out another bloodcurdling scream of terror—
Then the wall disappeared.
Not shattered. Not broken.
Gone.
A black and blue blur hit him head-on with catastrophic force straight through concrete, wood, and steel like none of it mattered, the impact detonating through the house and throwing you sideways as the floor buckled beneath your feet.
A voice boomed with clarity through the air and towards you as you trembled.
“GET. AWAY. FROM. HER.”
You knew that voice.
Your—
“Mark….”
The house howled, glass splintering as you catch yourself on the counter..as the floor trembled beneath you. Your ears rang. Dust and debris filled your lungs as you gasped.
Then the sound hits you.
Flesh on flesh. Bone on bone. Impact after impact, each one heavy enough to rattle your teeth.
The sound of two godlike beings bashing each other brutally with no signs of stopping.
Your Mark…Your Invincible drove Sinister straight through what used to be your living room, through beams and wiring and dust, until the outside world crashed in around them chaotically. Trees splintered. The ground caved in. Your breath hitched heavily, body shaking with fear and adrenaline—
Pink light snapped into existence around you before anything else could touch and you look behind you to see fiery red hair, and a face you knew well covered in a few scratches and cuts.
Samantha Wilkins.
Atom Eve.
She’s there with you, kneeling and assessing the situation, one hand braced against your lower back to steady you, the other glowing as she steadied the collapsing space.
“I’ve got you,” she says, sharp and grounding. “Stay with me.”
Your breath comes in broken pieces, body shaking. “E-Eve you’re hurt..and the…the baby—”
“I know,” she says. “I’m okay. Right now, you’re okay. And so is the baby…”
Outside, the battle continued.
Sinister Mark didn’t go down easy.
No, of course he wouldn’t.
The first impact had sent him skidding through the yard, carving a trench through dirt and concrete as he hit the base of nearby tree hard…But, in a black and yellow blur, he flew through the air, the heel of his boots slamming into Mark’s chest hard enough to throw him back into the next door neighbors house.
Sinister laughs mockingly as he landed in the wrecked backyard, that shit-eating grin still plastered on his face . Not manic. Not sloppy.
Calculated. Blood poured from his nose and he flicked his tongue out to lick up the liquid before speaking and standing.
“Finally,” he says with a bored droll, rolling his shoulders and clicking his tongue. “You show your pathetic self….im glad the others didn’t finish you off…I’ll do it myself.”
Mark answers by charging him with a snarl.
“Shut the hell up!”
They collide again, sending shockwaves rippling outward, windows shattering down the block. Blow after blow…but it’s obvious Mark can’t keep up even to you. And especially to Sinister. The variant caught Mark’s wrist mid-swing and twisted it with a sickening crunch, using the momentum to hurl him straight through what’s left of the fence, his body hitting the ground hard.
You let out a strangled sound of distress.
Eve’s barrier constricts closer and instinctively around you.
Outside, Sinister stalked forward, black lenses trained on the other. “Man, this version of me is so much slower…so much weaker,” he sneered. “I guess daddy issues and Attachment’ll do that to a guy.”
Mark rockets back at him, driving his shoulder into Sinister’s ribs and surprising the variant before he lifted him up into the air. They slammed into the side of the house again the structure groaning as they tore through it and revealed the front yard and road. Then they were in the air, going at it like wild animals.
Sinister landed hits ….good ones. A knee to Mark’s gut. An hard elbow jab across his jaw that snaps his head sideways and has Mark seeing stars. He fought dirty, ruthless, smiling cruelly the entire time as blood coated his gloved hands and face.
“Come on!! Is that all you can do, boy wonder???”
Marks face was bruised, one eye swollen shut, his suit torn and revealing dark bruises all across his skin. He stood panting and wiping sweat from his brow as Sinister’s smile disappeared and he sneered viciously.
“You don’t get it…do you?” Sinister snarled as he grabbed Mark by his suit, catching him off guard, and drove them down into the street brutally, the road collapsing as he slammed his back into it.
You let out a cry of fear for Mark and Eve held you tighter, trying to come up with a way to escape if …if Mark…
“That control? That’s why you lose…That’s why when I’m done with you I’ll proudly take what’s mine and you’ll be left with nothing. She’ll be MINE again. Because you’re weak. You’re pathetic. Because you’re inferior to me!! “
Mark spits blood, eyes burning with pure, unbridled rage.
At the thought of someone hurting you, his love, his treasure. His entire world.
There were no words that could be conveyed in that moment to properly express how he felt.
He surged forward again, body moving faster than before. Sinister jumped off of him and allowed him to attack again, thinking he’d just win again.
They began to move again, fast, brutal, equal. You could barely track them, just flashes of black and blue colliding with Sinister’s warped yellow and black.
Until equality turned into superiority. Until Mark overpowered Sinister completely, shocking the demented variant as he was forced down into the ground, every strike measured and brutal….no wasted motion, no hesitation. As he was beginning to tire and shake from the pain this dimensions Mark was inflicting on him.
What you were witnessing now wasn’t just unbridled rage. It was pure intent.
Sinister croaked out a wet laugh through a split lip, even as Mark picked him up and slammed his fist into his face hard enough to break in a regular humans skull. Sinister collapsed onto the ground and looked up at the other.
Something sparkled in his eyes as he smiled up at Mark with bloodied teeth. It was like looking in a mirror.
It was recognition and possibly a newfound revelation.
“I see it now…” Sinister coughed and let out another raspy laugh.
“You’re not so far along like the rest of us…it won’t take much for you to snap and become just…like….ME. Maybe we were monsters all along..You won’t be able to pretend forever….ha ha ..ha ha HA HA-“
Mark answered by mounting the other and punching him directly in the nose, bone splintering against his knuckles.
And another.
And another. And another. And another.
Each one landed with sickening finality, smashing into Sinister’s face, down, breaking his nose, his bones, him. Your Mark didn’t speak. He didn’t falter. He didn’t slow.
Seeing this….you realize now, that it was all too much….
And that’s when You feel something warm rush between your shaking legs and your hands flew to your stomach.
Your heart pounds hard and your breath stutters.
“Oh….oh no,” you whisper, terror blooming sharp and bright. You look down, hands shaking.
Your water had broken.
Eve is there,solid, glowing, grounding, hands hovering just long enough to confirm what you already know and she holds you against her.
“Okay,” she says softly but firmly, swallowing slowly . “Okay. Look at me. You’re alright. I’ve got you. You’ll be okay.”
Outside, Mark continued his one-sided massacre.
His rhythm had picked up speed, his face a mask of cold malice.
Each blow dulled Sinister’s confidence.
Each hit steals more of his voice
He gurgled, his blood spraying the ground, the concrete, Mark himself.
You watched through the broken wall, tears falling down your face as you tried to stabilize your breaths..….not from shock now, but from the way Mark fights like there is no universe where he walks away without you.
From how much he looks like his father.
Sinister attempted to weakly stop Mark’s onslaught, his hands raising to shield his face, to push the other off….but to no avail.
His fist continued to come down….
Again.
Again.
Again.
His eyes blazing, his muscles coiled and tensed….
Until the other’s body stopped resisting.
Until his eyes roll back.
Until Mark’s fist hovers, shaking, and then stops.
Overkill…..
Absolute Silence.
Sinister Mark was still beneath him…..somehow not dead….only unconscious, face bruised beyond comprehension , chest barely moving.
Mark didn’t move for a long while.
Eve and You held each other, waiting with bated breath.
Then he stood.
He turned.
The moment his eyes find you…kneeling in Eve’s arms, shaking, clutching your belly……everything drains out of him at once.
He’s inside in a heartbeat, already down on his knees in front of you just as Eve’s Barrier disappears, hands hovering like he’s afraid to touch you wrong, trying to avoid using his bloodied hands.
“I’m here,” he says, voice cracking with raw emotion.
“I’m here, baby….I…I’ve got you.”
You sob as he slowly wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest, your hands grippin his suit like it’s the only thing holding you together.
“I saw you,” you choke out, body shaking from your water breaking, from feeling everything so intensely. “I saw…you…you didn’t stop, Muh..Mark—.”
“Of course I didn’t..,” he whispered fiercely, forehead pressed to yours, brown eyes boring into yours. “I would never let anything happen to you or the baby…I love you, baby…”
Behind the two of you, Eve stood watch, pink light still shimmering faintly around the room…her on the open sky, the broken walls, the unconscious variant outside.
Because threats never come alone.
And as Mark picked up your aching body, his voice soothing you as he tries to figure out how to help you since you’re water broke.. to get you to a hospital….
And You allowed yourself a moment of reprieve and closed your eyes.
For now….
You’re held.
You’re protected.
You’re safe.
And your Mark was never letting you go.
I hope yall liked it..I completely rushed ts and I was half asleep☠️😭…
For these little darlings who motivated me to finish!!:
A/n: I don't know if I love a mean or soft/pathetic Mark more. Also, might make one on Eve and/or Amber too, cause I love them too.
Also, ngl I've kind of been inspired to write this because of the Puppy Love Series by @arieswritez
Bully- Bully- BULLY!!! He's so mean for literally no reason
In this AU, he developed his powers sooner- But like slowly
You met as children on the co-ed softball team. He was so shy and nervous and you couldn't help but want to be friendly to him. At that point, he was receptive and nice back. You became close friends
Debbie adored you, because she saw how close you and Mark were and she thought he really needed friends, especially with the way how his father is
Then one day everything changes. You were going against another team and Mark was at bat when he hit the ball and it practically flew into space. Everyone was mesmerized and shocked-
"What the fuck-" The coach looks at Mark, before yelling for him to run
He got his powers- This was an exciting moment for him
He kind of wanted to tell you, hoping you'd be excited for him, but his father told him no
You stopped seeing him a lot in the neighborhood, but when you did, it seemed his personality shifted. He wasn't the nice boy you had met on your softball team
He grew resentful towards you, because while he had once been excited for his powers, it was starting to become draining. Knowing that you were living your life excitedly, unaffected by the world he knew- Well, it just wasn't fair...
You sorted reconnected when you got into high school. Sorta, because he kind of forced his way into your life- By being a fucking bully
He took every opportunity to make fun of you, shove you into a locker or taunt you
You weren't sure why he was like this, but no one was stopping him. Why would they believe you over perfect, popular Mark? You're nothing compared to him- And he makes sure you know that. He will drag you until you feel like nothing
He's always watching you for some reason. Or at least you think he's watching you... At school... But sometimes at home you can't shake the feeling of your hair sticking up... Is someone watching you in your room
Mark is an angry, jealous guy- Obviously- and he doesn't want you to feel a second of happiness. He just can't stand when you're giggling with some girl- Was her name Amber? Eve? Kate? Rae? Who cares, you looked enamored and happy. He hated it.
Whoever the girl was, he would make sure to dispose of her, even if it's Eve
You were saddened when your newly acquainted friend had just disappeared on you
Imagine your horror and disgust when her body was found in a shallow lake terribly disfigured. Who would do such a thing???
Mark starts acting strange after the incident... Like nicer to you
The icky jealous feeling that Mark usually feels, well it's changing
When you smile up at him, he doesn't feel the need to ruin your happiness...
You're smiling at him.... You're smiling.... At him?
Wow, he feels... Strange... and possessive
Great job, now instead of hating you, he wants you locked away where only he can be in your life.
Summary: In a twisted arrangement by the company and his fellow members, NCT’s Mark Lee is gifted a new role for you—not as a manager or assistant, but as his personal possession.
Word Count: 1,250 words
Trigger Warnings:
Possessive/obsessive behavior: Depictions of controlling and obsessive tendencies.
Forced proximity: Sharing a room and being subjected to Mark’s constant presence.
Emotional manipulation: Coercion disguised as love and care.
Themes of entrapment: Lack of agency in personal and professional life.
Please read cautiously.
The room was quieter than you expected for a dorm housing some of the most famous idols in the world. NCT’s dorm was spacious and pristine, yet there was an underlying tension in the air as you followed the manager down the hallway. Every step you took felt heavier than the last, the reality of your new role sinking in.
You’d heard whispers about this arrangement for weeks, but it still hadn’t prepared you for the announcement earlier today: you were being permanently reassigned to Mark Lee. Not as a manager. Not as an assistant. But as his.
The reasoning was simple, they’d said. Mark worked himself to the bone for the group and deserved a reward. And you—quiet, unobtrusive, and hand-selected by the company—fit the bill. The members had even approved of the idea, much to your surprise.
“Here we are,” the manager said, stopping in front of a door.
You blinked, startled. “This is… Mark’s room?”
“Yes,” he replied with a tight smile. “From now on, you’ll share this space. It’s important for you to be available to him at all times.”
Before you could protest, the door swung open, revealing Mark standing inside.
“Hey,” he said, his voice warm but laced with something you couldn’t quite place. His smile widened when he saw you. “You’re finally here.”
---
The first few days were overwhelming. Sharing a room with Mark was… an adjustment. He was always there, always watching, his eyes lingering on you whenever you moved. At first, it was subtle—a hand brushing against yours as you passed, a fleeting touch on your shoulder. But as the days went on, his touch became bolder.
“You’re tense,” he said one evening, his voice soft as he stood behind you. His hands landed on your shoulders, kneading gently. “You need to relax.”
“I’m fine,” you replied quickly, your heart racing.
He didn’t let go. “You work so hard for me. Let me take care of you for once.”
You didn’t have the courage to pull away, and Mark seemed to take your silence as consent. His hands slid down your arms, his touch lingering before he finally stepped back.
“You’re so soft,” he murmured, almost to himself. “Perfect.”
---
The members didn’t make things any easier.
“Looks like Mark’s finally happy,” Haechan teased one morning over breakfast. “You’ve been smiling a lot more lately.”
Mark shrugged, his arm casually draped over the back of your chair. “Why wouldn’t I? I’ve got everything I need right here.”
You stiffened, feeling the weight of his words. The other members exchanged knowing glances, some smirking while others avoided your gaze entirely.
“She’s good for you,” Taeyong said, his tone neutral but firm. “You seem… calmer.”
Mark’s grip on your shoulder tightened slightly, and you fought the urge to flinch.
---
Public outings were another challenge. Mark insisted on keeping you close, his hand always resting on the small of your back or your wrist. Fans began to notice, whispering among themselves whenever you appeared at events.
“Who is she?” they’d ask, their voices barely audible over the noise of the crowd.
“Why is Mark always with her?”
The rumors spread quickly, but the company did nothing to address them. If anything, they seemed content to let the speculation grow, as long as Mark stayed happy.
But you weren’t happy.
---
One night, as you lay in bed staring at the ceiling, Mark’s voice broke the silence.
“Are you cold?”
You glanced over at him, surprised. He was lying on his side, his head propped up on one hand as he looked at you.
“I’m fine,” you said, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself.
Mark frowned. “You don’t have to lie. Come here.”
Before you could respond, he reached out and pulled you toward him, wrapping his arms around you.
“Mark—”
“Shh,” he murmured, resting his chin on top of your head. “I just want to hold you. Is that so bad?”
His grip was firm but not painful, his body warm against yours. You lay there stiffly, unsure of how to react.
“You’re everything to me,” he whispered, his voice filled with an almost childlike vulnerability. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
The weight of his words pressed down on you, and you realized there was no escaping this. No escaping him.
---
As the weeks went on, Mark’s possessiveness grew. He rarely let you out of his sight, and when you did leave the dorms, he insisted on knowing exactly where you were and who you were with.
“You don’t need anyone else,” he said one evening as you sat together on the couch. His hand rested on your thigh, his thumb drawing slow circles on your skin. “I’m all you need.”
“Mark, this isn’t healthy,” you said, your voice trembling.
He looked at you, his eyes darkening. “Don’t say that. Don’t act like you don’t feel the same way.”
You swallowed hard, unsure of how to respond. Mark leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “You belong to me. They gave you to me. Don’t forget that.”
Tears pricked at your eyes, but you blinked them away, knowing that showing weakness would only make things worse.
---
The other members noticed the shift in your dynamic but said nothing. They’d made their peace with the arrangement, knowing that it kept Mark stable.
“You’re good for him,” Taeyong said one day as you stood in the kitchen. “He’s been through a lot, and you’re the only thing keeping him grounded.”
“What about me?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. “Who’s going to keep me grounded?”
Taeyong didn’t have an answer.
---
That night, as you lay in bed, Mark pulled you into his arms once again. His touch was gentle, but his grip was unyielding, as if he were afraid you might disappear.
“I love you,” he murmured against your hair. “More than anything.”
You closed your eyes, trying to block out the sound of his voice, the weight of his presence. But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t escape the truth: you were his, and there was no way out.
“Mark, please stop.” You manage to briefly break free from the heated makeout session, gasping for air, but Mark's kisses quickly silence your attempted words. Mark was deaf to your pleas, seemingly lost in his own desires. You knew that Mark wasn’t listening. He had stopped listening long ago.
Drawing from the waning strength in your limbs, you shove him away with all the force you could muster, breaking free from the kiss completely this time. His piercing gaze locks onto yours, capturing the unmistakable signs of defeat etched across your expression.
“I can’t believe what you just did, Mark.” Tears began to well up in your eyes, clearly betraying the turmoil and distress his actions had caused you.
“Your first kiss, wasn’t it?” Mark narrows the distance between you, his gaze intensifying and growing darker with each fleeting second. He just took away the one thing you were scared of losing in such a meaningless sense, your first kiss. There you were, the picture of innocence, overwhelmed with panic and stress at the realization that reality had strayed far from how you desired your first kiss to be. Adorable but pathetic, Mark thinks to himself.
“W-why?” Your words falter, catching in your throat, as your chest starts to rise and fall with rapid, uneven breaths.
“I thought it was obvious.” He cups your face tenderly in his hand, his thumb softly sweeping away the tear that had escaped down your cheek. “I tried to show you because you were too blind to reason. This is what I feel for you, I’ve done so much for you, Y/N. And still… I would do anything for you, and yet… you still push me away.”
“Mark” You say his name in a soft whisper. He truly has a way with words, tugging at your heartstrings and stirring such sympathy within you that you found yourself on the brink of kneeling before him in desperation.
“I refuse to be your friend if it means I can’t have you, Y/N.” With a gentle touch, he swept a stray strand of hair from your face and tenderly tucked it behind your ear. The raw desperation evident in his gaze conveyed the sincerity of his emotions for you.
“But Mark… I hate to choose between our friendship and this… Whatever this is.” You swallow nervously, pressing yourself more firmly against the wall, wishing fervently to simply vanish into nothingness.
“Well, I’ll spare you the burden of making that decision, Y/N.” And in that moment, he pushes your body further against the wall with such force that your body trembles from the pain. He goes in for another hungry kiss. He bites down on your lips with force, leaving a faint metallic taste behind.
Slowly, he places kisses along the nape of your neck, cascading shivers down your spine. “Can’t believe you went behind my back and chose Jaemin” he whispers angrily. His voice, now carrying a more ominous undertone, yet filled with a so much jealousy. Softly, His hands move under your skirt, ripping your panties apart, leaving your virgin cunt exposed.
He brushes one finger up and down your clit until your pussy starts to glisten from the wetness that forms. You feel your body tense up from the sensation, one you’ve never felt before. It leaves your pussy clenching around nothing, drawing a sharp, involuntary gasp from your lips.
“You’re so fucking pure, Y/N. So… untouched… All for me to destroy.” he parts your legs with his hands, pushing your thighs so far apart that you feel an uncomfortable stretch. He teases his fingers around your cunt until he slowly pushes it into you. A powerful feeling courses through you, igniting a powerful surge of pain that permeates through your body.
“Mark, I’m really scared.” You can’t do anything but moan out your pleas. Mark’s eyes search yours as he holds your legs as far apart as possible. His fingers start to pick up the right pace as you feel the pain disappear into pleasure.
“So fucking pretty” Mark whispers against your lips, still maintaining eye contact with you. Your moans ring throughout the room as the feeling intensifies. Your brain foggy from breathing in his breaths.
He abruptly pulls out his finger from your cunt and moves you to bed, firmly pressing your back onto the mattress. He grabs your buttoned-up shirt by the collar, making it rip apart as the snatched buttons bounce onto the floor. Immediately, he goes in with his hand behind your back to undo your bra. Too eager to remove the bra straps off your shoulders, he pushes your undone bra up, leaving it hanging above your exposed breasts. He dives face first into your tits, lips in search of your nipples.
“Hmm” he moans as he starts sucking on your hard nipple, twirling his tongue around it.
“You’re perfect, Y/N. You’re made for me.” He releases his mouth from your nipple, the suction making a hard pop sound. Once again he pulls your legs far apart to have full access to your glistening cunt. You hear the sound of his pants unzipping, sensing that he is preparing to line his cock up to your core.
“Mark, please. Be gentle." You exclaim with a voice laced with panic, making him grow harder. He gave himself a few more light strokes as he positioned his cock at the entrance of your cunt.
“Baby” he gives you a peck on the lips before pushing his dick into you without any warning, making you shut your eyes in discomfort.
“That is what you get, baby, for even thinking the thought…” Your walls stretch around his length, leaving a burning sensation. “…that Jaemin could have you…”
“Mark..” you moan, desperately hoping that he picks up on your pleas. But he moves gently, just like he promised. Your body is on full display right in front of him and his eyes devour the sight of his dick sinking into you. That thought alone makes every fiber of his being tense as he fights the urge to not show you any mercy.
“So fucking tight. All mine.” you could feel your juices oozing out of you, coating his cock as he slowly thrusts. The pleasure has now turned you into a crying mess. Desperately grabbing onto his arms from the intensity.
“What were you even doing with that other boy, huh?” As Mark perceived your increasing ease, he holds your legs up and picks up his pace. Your moans only grow louder from the sensation as he hits the spot that brings you closer to the edge.
“I know you’re about to come. I can feel you clench...” He continues to keep his rhythm steady, chasing after your climax. “Come for me, baby.” and with that, you shut your eyes hard and reach your climax. A sensation beyond memory, unparalleled by any you've previously experienced, takes over you as you feel your body twitching in pleasure.
He makes sure to ride out the pleasure, savoring it for as long as he can. You feel Mark's strokes become sloppy, digging his nails onto your hips so roughly.
“I’m going to cum-” he says, before reaching his own climax, releasing his load right inside of you, filling you up to the brim. He leaves his cock inside of you as both of your breaths echo through the silence of the room.
"You're all mine now" Mark presents you with a disconcerting smile. The amusement in his eyes did not lie.
At this very moment, you have given into his deep desires. Mark finally gets his way after all... like he always does....
