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Does anyone know how to do those posts that all link to posts, especially for ones that have multiple parts 💀 trying to keep theses organized

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Home? Pt. 3

Mohawk Mark x Male!Reader

Word count: 1362

Author’s Note: You are a male!eve variant or got her powers whatever floats your boat.

The light shone on you, causing you to slowly wake up, grogginess filling your body. As you stretched your arms you could feel Mark’s around your waist. You turned your head to look at him and surprisingly he was still asleep; not faking this time like he’d done before. Your head fell against your pillow once more, taking in the scenery. The sun having just emerged, its warm rays caressing your face. The mountains and hills were illuminated as the skies were empty, only the birds which flew filled it.

You looked behind you and Mark was still asleep, his eye bags slightly more pronounced than they had been.

“And he wants to judge my eyebags…asshole” you thought

A sigh left your mouth as you turned your body to face him, staring into his face. He looked so much more tired, beneath all the sadistic joy you could tell stress still got to him. Can’t have a functioning empire if you're just destroying everything can you? His sleeping face gave you memories of the person who he used to be. At least who you thought you knew, there wasn’t much different back then to be honest.

But still the person who you lay next to wasn’t Mark, not the one you robbed a convenience store with, who’d let you live with him after you ran away from your parents. Not the one who’d cursed his mom off when she saw you in his bed. The Mark from teen team was cruel yes but not a man who was a senseless killer. That Mark would’ve killed anyone who laid a hand on you, not continue to work with them. And yet even as you stare at him, the way his eyebrows scrunch together, slight twitches across his body, the way he holds you so tight, how he seems so at peace.

Brings you back to your Mark, your lip quivered as you ran your hand through his Mohawk. You remembered when he first cut it himself, god it was done so shitly.

“Whhaaatttt do you think??” Mark asked, turning his head side to side so you could see the shaved parts. You stared wide eyed, mouth over your hand.

“Mark what the fuck did you do to your hair??” You asked dumbfounded, he gave an offended look back.

”The fuck, you mean what I did with it? Made myself looking fucking hot” he barked back, glaring as you walked up to him giggling.

“Your shit is fucking uneven, dude what the hell were you using to look where you cut??” Your fingers ran across the edge of the hair that was left. It waved back and forth and you groaned. “Get in the damn bathroom I’ll fix it”

Mark scoffed as he obliged sitting on the floor in front of the toilet, you following shortly grabbing a razor from the drawer and sitting on the toilet. You grabbed hold of his eye trying to figure out where to start shaving. Then he grabbed your wrist with an unusual tightness.

“Do Not. Fuck my shit up..” he asserted, there was something about his tone that was off. But you shook your head rationalizing that Mark just didn’t want to be forced to go bald.

“Ya, relax I know what I’m doing…” you muttered

Your quivering lip got more intense as you felt tears start to breach the walls of your eyeball. You tried to silence yourself but the sniffles couldn’t be stopped. Your eyes closed, an attempt to keep the tears from falling but instead a choke fell out of your mouth. Then more came to follow as tears flowed out your eyes, your chest heaving with every choke. Mark quickly woke up to your cries but as he sat up he just stared. Still holding on, but his eyes blank as he stared, watching your tears fall.

You felt yourself heat up as your tears continued to flow, bringing up your hands to cover your eyes. It was so embarrassing crying in front of Mark, especially since he just sat there watching. You felt pathetic as more hoarse chokes left your mouth, your cheeks were wet from tears. You turned your body to face away from him and only then did he finally let you go. He got off the bed, you still did not turn towards him even as your chokes turned into loud cries.

He did not say anything either, simply putting his uniform back on as your cries continued. The sun’s rays couldn’t comfort you, the light was beginning to dim as your eyes blurred with tears. Mark had gone into the bathroom, taking his sweet time doing whatever the hell he wanted. You grabbed the blanket gripping it until your knuckles turned white, bringing it up to your mouth in an attempt to conceal your cries.

Mark finally returned from the bathroom and groaned as he still saw your tears. He gripped your arm tightly forcing you to look at him.

“I need y-, your damn powers are needed for something I need finished. So when I come back I want you to be done fucking crying and clean your damn face.” He growled, finally letting go on your arm and leaving the room.

Only then did loud sobs leave your body, your chest heaving, tears ever flowing as you felt your head was going to burst. Moving your arm across your face, turning so your back faced the ceiling. Oh how you missed your Mark, you wondered if he was ever even real.

Heavy sobs left your body as you buried your face in your knees, a cold breeze ran through your treehouse. A nice contrast to the anger that heated your body.

‘Babe..what’s wrong?” Mark asked, flying behind you.

“M-Mark? Ah shit…sorry.. fuck i-it’s nothing don’t worry about it” you responded, quickly attempting to wipe your tears away.

“Don’t try to pull that shit with me, what happened? Was it those assholes from the park yesterday- did they do something? I swear I’ll kill tho-“

“Mark no- no it wasn’t them calm down” You grabbed his hand as he sat down along the edge with you.

“So who’s the asshole who made my favorite cry?” He asked, attempting to be amusing.

You deeply sighed “It’s my fucking dad, he’s just being major asshole, l-like he can’t get who I am, I try..I try so fucking hard to be understanding to him and I can’t even get that back! Somehow he’s more pissed about the fact that I’m dating you- a guy than he is that I’m risking my life to protect people. And even at that he’s pissed at me!”

You kept ranting, letting all the frustrations that were building up inside you flurry out as Mark just stared and listened. You kept going on until Mark interrupted you.

“I’ll kill him for you”

You stopped dead in your track and looked over to him, he was expressionless.

“Ha..Ha good one Mark..um ya he’s an asshole he’s still my dad…I mean maybe he does deserve it but I wouldn’t kill him. I mean you and your mom are in a shitty place but still you wouldn’t kill her right?” You questioned, waiting for a response but still he just stared at you. You looked around waiting for him to say something and nothing, just a blank stare in your directions.

“Mark…Can you stop? You're freaking me out here…” You asked, with less assurance in your voice than you liked. Again nothing but a blank stare before he flew right into your face. You jumped and let out a soft scream to which he instantly went into a laughing fit. Your breaths stuttered as you tried to regain composure.

“God you should have seen your face! You were scared shitless, come on do you really think I’m a monster?” He asked, reaching his hand out to lift you, his eyes softened upon making eye contact with yours.

“Mark don’t fucking scare me in my treehouse again” You barked grabbing his hand, using it to lift yourself up.

“Eh don’t count on it” He snickered, a wide smile growing across his face.

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Home? Pt. 2

Mohawk Mark x Male!reader

Word Count: 1,001

Author’s Note: You are essentially a male!eve variant or got her powers whatever is your vice. Also I am making up where this story is going on the spot so if other parts take awhile that’s why and trying to add some world building into it.

You woke up with a gasp, sweat dripping from your body, you sat up trying to control your breathing. The back of your head hit the headboard, leaning it to look out the window. Very few clusters of lights shone through the night, cities whose purpose required them to work after day. Anywhere else was complete darkness, if any lights were on none were powerful enough to be seen from above. You looked to your other side and saw the wrinkle pillow and blanket.

‘So he was here’ you thought, removing the blanket from your legs and pushing them over the bed. You took a deep breath, hands on the edge. With much force you pushed yourself off the bed, stumbling before using your flight to ‘stand’. Walking a couple of steps was pretty harmless on good days, coming with only a slight ache. On most days however it felt like glass was being pushed into them with every step. Your feet would burn for hours after, so you had stopped trying to walk on them. Technically you could’ve walked to the bathroom, but stabilizing yourself enough to walk took too long. And the ache that would come would keep you from sleeping.

And you couldn’t use your wheelchair because Mark would take it when night came, ‘Don’t want you wheeling off’ he sneered as you had tried to leave once. Flight allowed you to essentially be almost completely mobile, but it felt wrong to fly 24/7. It makes you feel less human, you’d always be above everyone else. You missed being able to step on the ground and being able to connect to it and feel what was underneath. Now all that could be felt was pain.

You floated to the bathroom and entered, after you had finished you sat on the toilet for a moment. Your washed hands, still wet as the sterile lighting filled the room. Water dripped from the faucet as you stared at the shower wall. You were lucky that this building had warm water, but of course it did. It's where the “emperor” Iived.

Your eyes cracked open, the bright hospital lights stabbed your eyes, you groaned as the ache filled your eyes. Your body felt much less heavy since the last time you woke up, notably the pain was almost gone, more subdued in other places however. Soreness is what truly took over your body, your eyes looked up; you saw the leg you lifted up in a sling. The entire leg was in a cast, bandages were wrapped all over you; one wrist was also in a cast. You turned your head to the side confused, you tried to figure out if the events that had happened were real. Your head swung side to side as you tried to gain insight of where you were. All you could tell is that you were in a hospital, one that somehow survived.

“Fuck…what the hell is going on…” You thought. You turned your head and saw there was a mirror on the bedside table. You stretched your arm out to reach it but felt bandages around your abdomen pinch your skin. You grimaced but slightly pushed yourself to grab the mirror and fell back onto the hospital bed. The bandages no longer pinched but still left your skin itchy. You positioned the mirror to your face and felt shock. Your face was covered in bandages, you gasped for a few seconds before reaching to take the bandages off. The wrapping was tight and you configured a small knife to cut the bandages off your face.

Your face…was fine technically but there were patches of skin that were different colors, shades. As if they were all in different stages of healing, shaky breathes escaped your mouth as you tried to contemplate what the fuck happened to you. Clearly you were plumulled to near death, but here you were alive, and in one piece… ? You dropped the mirror as you felt yourself hyperventilate, tears pricking your eyes, the sterile lighting still as blinding as when you first woke up.

You were snapped out as Mark opened the door quickly, he seemed tense. “What the fuck are you doing?” He questioned hints of anger sprinkled in.

You didn’t respond, just stared at him blankly, he stared back waiting for a response. After a minute he groaned, letting go of the door handle, but keeping it wide open

“Babe come on, I’ll take you to bed, you need to stop staying up so damn late. I don’t wanna wake up to a face that looks like it’s been rotting”

You stared at him puzzled ‘I get my eye bags are dark but damn’. Still you made no attempt to move, not even because you didn’t want to but your knees decided to lock. He stared annoyed, making a gesture with his hand to get up, his eyes widening dramatically for emphasis.

“Knees” you yawned.

“Oh” he muttered, walking up to you and grabbing your back and under your knees before lifting you up. “Ya know you could take better care of your face, won’t be long before I’ll find something new to look at” ranting as he walked you both to the bed. Comments like that used to give you dread but Mark was never serious about anything.

“Your never getting rid of me”

“Ahhh you know me so well babe” He boasted giving you a quick peck of the cheek before lightly throwing you on the bed. You settled into the side closest to the window as Mark got comfy and brought the blanket on the both of you.

“You know you're the only one for me” He whispered, kissing your neck. You didn’t respond, just turned so your back faced towards him. No sound came from him, just ones from the blanket as he laid to rest. Your eyes focused on the window, those scattered clusters of light being your only solace in your current predicament.

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Home?

Mohawk!Mark x Male!reader

Word Count: 1164

Author’s Notes: You are essentially a male Eve variant, or you have her powers, whatever is your vice. Me personally I think Mohawk wouldn’t be so sadistic and as violent to someone he “cares” about like some of the other Marks. Don’t get me wrong he’s still an asshole and evil but he’s your evil asshole. Maybe I’ll make a part 2, depends on how people feel.

You sat in your bed as sunlight beamed through your window, the sun slowly descending down the horizon. Staring at it trying to ingrain its beauty into your memory. It was one of the last things left untouched in this world, your home and everything within it was destroyed. And rebuilt into a cheap imitation of what it once was, viltrumite influence was very much present. You rested your head on your arms, a slight breeze came through the window.

You closed your eyes and the memories came flooding back, Mark betraying humanity, the destruction and chaos caused, other viltrumites coming to finish the job. The way Mark looked at you as you confronted him, he had looked so conflicted at you. Your emotions got the better of you, a punch you tried to throw didn’t even connect. As Conquest punched you, causing your body to fly miles away, with him following. Mark had screamed “Wait!” But your body was already miles away.

You had tried your best to fight back against him, configurations of walls, bullets, swords, anything, anything at all to at least keep him distant from you. Yet nothing couldn’t stop the force or mass of this beast.

“Stand down worm” He announced. Your mouth was dripping blood, your lungs felt like they would give out at any minute. Every second you heaved causing hot flashes of pain to flow through your body. One eye was already shut from the bruising and swelling. Your bones creaked as you tried to summon a spear to throw, Conquest just shook his head.

“For being from such an inferior species you lasted much longer than expected…but not good enough”

Before you knew it his fist was coming towards your face, you didn’t even have time to take a step back before all you felt was incomprehensible pain and darkness.

You jumped as you heard Mark enter “Hey sugar tits, the fuck are you looking so depressed for?”

Mark only smirked as you glared at him “Come on, don’t look at me like that, did I do anything wrong?” He asked in a mocking tone.

You sneered, turning your head away from him.

“Be moody all you like, I got you something.”

You jumped and screeched as you felt ice cold metal hit your bare back. “WHAT THE FUCK-“ . You stopped as you turned midway to yell at him, in his hand was a..Pepsi can?

“W- How- How they hell did you get this?” You asked about grabbing the can and inspecting it. The feel of the cold metal and sloshing liquid brought nostalgia. You grimaced as it gave you a familiar sense of a life long ago. Mark had his hands on his hips and a smile as if he did something to be proud of.

“Well I know how much you loved Pepsi and of course miss it. You were a goddamn addict for that shit, surprised you never got cavities” He remarked pulling the sides of your mouth, while you tried to bat them away.

“So I found an old Pepsi factory, had some people do some shit and got it running again. Only for youuu and me..duh” He continued, poking your nose with the tip of his tongue sticking out. You let out a deep sigh as you opened the can and took a sip. Mark stared waiting for your response as you took another sip trying to absorb the flavor. It’d been so long since you last drank soda, so you had to re-remember what it tasted like from a couple of sips.

”It actually tastes the same” You remarked in disbelief. Mark only made a “hmph” sound with a smile. Sitting at the end of your bed, close to your feet. Neither of you said anything as another small breeze wafted through the place. He grabbed your feet from under the blanket and started to rub them. You propped the pillows to sit you up and laid down, sipping on your soda, staring at the window. Mark continued to rub your feet, switching to a different foot after spending time on one. Your legs were never the same, your feet often ached from pain. Walking was something foreign to you now, relying on either flying or a wheelchair to get around.

You flexed your toes and Mark stopped, rising from the bed before pushing your head with his finger.

“Anyways, sugar tits I’m gonna be out for awhile, don’t fuck up your room again, would hate to sedate you..again.” He remarked, his eyes squinting before he turned around and left.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but feel that he meant it. Looking out your window again the sun only had the tip of it still showing. Only one sip left in the can, you stared into the opening, the darkness within ever blank. One that was ever so familiar to you.

Voices were all around you were swarming and then disappeared, you couldn’t see anything, just darkness, not even the washes of faint color you saw when you closed your eyes were there. Everything burned, your muscles were sore and ached, you could feel scabs that had an insane itch to them. And you couldn’t move, unsure if it was due to your body having been completely broken or something was holding you down. You didn’t care, you wanted out, you needed to move at least one limb. You tried to lift up your arm but sharp pain scattered throughout. A hoarse cry left your throat, your eyes started to water giving some relief through the waves of pain.

Lifting your leg resulted in the same, you took a sharp breath that barely reached your lungs. After a minute of breathing you mustered whatever little strength that was in your body. You kicked your leg up but just as quickly as it rose it was snagged by something. Your ears ring with pain as waves wash through your body, your leg seared and now couldn’t rest laying down. What felt like a liquid soaked your leg, tears now streaming from your eyes. Your mouth was wide open though you were unsure if any sound left it. Then you felt someone hold your leg up, fear flooded your mind.

You tried to resist but your body had no strength so you could only let out cries, you felt a needle prick your skin before you could jump a hand was on your chest. Even with its light touch it was enough to hold you down. Cries still emanated from your mouth as you felt someone release the strap on your leg. As numbness flowed through your body you couldn’t tell what they were doing. Whoever had their hand on your chest removed it and took your hand. A grasp so carefully gentle as they gave air light kisses your knuckles. Slight chokes were the only sound you could produce as you felt your consciousness slipping.

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Sinister came back from hunting

Sinister x male!reader

Warnings: Grapic? description of cannibalism, rough sex, EVERYTHING IS CONSENSUAL, reader has regeneration powers and on somewhat same power level

Authors Note: feel free to request x female!reader, ftm!reader or anything. Also first time writing smut I was to scared to post on ao3 cuz of it’s curse so I’m posting here

Your breath hung heavy, drops of sweat gliding down your body. And there was Mark seemingly hungry today as he licked his blood-ridden lips. His cape was soaked with blood, you weren’t even sure how; you were too absorbed with how corny you thought it looked. The yellow on his suit shone brightly, maybe that was symbolic; you didn’t know or necessarily care. Here he was hands and knees on your bed crawling towards you. A smile that came straight from a horror movie filled his face. Despite it all you were getting hard, you just prayed Mark wouldn’t notice. But of course he did, looking down and his eyes widened. Smirking, he crawled to cage your body in. You silently cursed your boner, his legs splayed right under your pecs. The tent in his pants, ever present. You groaned as shivers of electricity rang through your Body, Mark snickered, his pants growing more in pace.

“Fuck he probably got finished eating” You thought. For some reason Mark had grown an insatiable hunger for human flesh, he craved the taste of iron. The resistance the tendons and veins caused, the way the muscles came apart and ate them like sausages. Though funnily enough he avoided the intestines “I’m not eating shit” he once remarked. You had rolled your eyes at that statement, for some reason he enjoyed your company. Whether it was because you were somewhat in equal power to him and couldn’t exactly die, or Mark just found you amusing and a good stress relief. In all honesty you couldn’t care, there was no one close to you. Only ties to the government that were soon destroyed, you were only an assets, a tool to be called upon

You giggled recalling that was the same statement Mark had used on you to join his side. Not that you were resistant, whoever was winning is who you’d ally with. Your own survival was more important than anything the GDA could offer. Not that they had much in the first place. Mark’s eye twitched slightly at your laughter, quickly turning stoic and rubbing his groin. A noise caught in your throat which caused Mark to start panting and rubbing even harder. His arms were placed on your chest and you could feel the slight shiver within them. The room’s air got hotter and heavy each time he grinded onto you, pushing his body lower and lower until it almost reached your groin. Your hands gripped the fabric besides you, your knuckles turned white as you tried to restrain yourself.

Mark ripped his mask off and stared with half-lidded eyes, sweat dripped from your eyebrow. Your breathing, more labored as you shut your eyes. Mark scowled at this, ripping his cape off, lifting his hips as he learned towards you. Your faces were only centimeters apart, even as you felt his hungry breaths on your skin you didn’t open your eyes. Iron filled your nose, causing you to twitch, your knees slightly buckled, the fabric twisting in your hands even more. Mark licked the corner of your mouth, he licked all over your face purposefully ignoring your mouth. When he finally reached your bottom lip he took his time dragging his tongue along it. Only then did you let out a long groan. Mark joyfully sneered at this, raising his hips even higher and slamming them on your groin. Furiously grinding down, letting all sounds out.

Your body would betray you and let out a few groans, you tried to keep your hands contained but it was too much. You grabbed Mark’s hip and forced him to grind even harder, what sounded like almost a cry escaped his mouth as moans flowed from it. His body shook furiously as he screamed “yes… Yes! YES!!”

Your hips thrusted up, the instinct couldn’t be stopped. Your eyebrows squinted together, your entire body was fuming at this point, sparks of electricity flowed through your body. Your groin ached with each grind, the pleasure flowing down as you felt your balls fill. But then you stopped, shoved your arms by your side as you groaned. Mark whimpered… he fucking whimpered, wasn’t enough to break your resolve. Though it came very close to, so you turned your head to the side silently cursing. Mark tried grinding again to make you continue, but after a minute he saw no resolve. He grumbled, down right ready to bite you until he realized what you wanted. With that he grinned, gripping your chin and forcing you to face him. Mark forced one of your eyes open and his facial expression was compelling enough to keep them open. He looked so desperate, his mouth unable to close as he panted. The blood across his face dried but smeared.

There was something in his eyes, a thing you would never mention out loud but.

“God he’s fucking begging for it” You thought, keeping your giggle internal this time.

Mark’s expression changed to that of a pout, whining while grinding down. All you responded with was furrowed eyebrows. He huffed and you raised your eye in question. So he grabbed your hand allowing him to use it as he rubbed his body. Going over his neck, wrapping your fingers around it, giving a tight squeeze. Violent shakes ran through his body, you noticed the obvious stain within his suit growing. Once you noticed you quickly let go, almost bringing back to your side before he hastily grabbed it once more. Mark brought your hand to his pecs making sure you squeezed and rubbed his nipples. He rubbed his thighs together the more you rubbed and squeezed his nipples back and forth. The shake in his thighs was undeniable, your other free hand quickly gripped his knee keeping them apart. At that he let out a low whine.

‘Pleaseee….” Mark asked so softly. “Pretty pleaseeee”

As he dragged your hand lower and lower, just hovering over his bulging groin. You made eye contact with him; your expression darkened. While Mark’s filled with glee, then you squeezed, Mark choked on his breath incoherent mumbles escaped his mouth, his shivers almost seemed like he was convulsing. As you continued to rub and squeeze his groin. Taking pleasure in the way Mark’s body convulsed, red blush flushed his face as he rolled. Humping into your hand moaning like a dog. He was frantic in the way he moved, quickly chasing the pleasure filling his groin. Mark felt the sweat begin to form under his suit creating a damp sensation all over his body. He was so close, so fucking close as you gave him one final hard squeeze. Then he felt nothing, all the electricity that was flowing in his body was draining. Though his limbs couldn’t help but continue to shake.

He stared daggers at you; teeth bare ready to rip your throat out. All you did was smirk at him as your cock was hard as a rock at this point. Mark quickly grabbed your throat as pressure tightened.

“Nuh-uh Mark, you know I love to hear, and I’m not hearing nothing” You sneered with a grin, pointing to your ear. Mark’s expression furrowed with frustration, the ache in his groin becoming almost unbearable. His lips curled and you could almost make out the shine in his eyes.

Mark was starving.

His hands released from your neck, panting heavily as ever. Whines spilled out as he rubbed his thighs together. The need, ever present but unable to give himself the pleasure needed. He stared at you for a moment, sighing and leaning his body back. Slightly off your groin and putting his hands on your knees for support. You tilted your head waiting for Mark to make his next move.

“Ugh FINE!” Mark snarled, snatching your hand. You made an unamused noise which made him lessen his grip. He stared between your hand and face, contemplating. You swear his blush got even deeper at that point. Before he adjusted his hips so his ass was more directly facing you. Mark brought your hand flat against it, you could feel a slight ridge. Confused you felt more as he guided your finger to the end of it.

A zipper.

Or something of the sort all you could tell that it was an opening that would expose his cock and asshole. Your eyes widened at the realization, while Mark turned his face away. His lips curled and eyes averted from your gaze. A dark chuckle escaped your mouth which brought his attention back. You slowly unzipped him and grabbed on his cock hard pulling it out the suit.

“W-Wait- Wait! I-m I-I Ughhhh…” he moaned, head leaning back as if he was about to burst. Just as close as he was, you brought him back from release by letting go. Mark’s head jerked back to you, water brimming his eyes in desperation to get off. All you could do was shrug.

You yawned “I'm getting pretty tired, how about you?”

Mark snarled “Ok that’s it!”

Before you could tease, he grabbed your hand and shoved two of your fingers into his hold. He almost damn near cummed with the way he moaned. He wasted no time manually pumping your fingers back and forth. He was slick, apparently vilitramites could produce a substance that helped prevent friction from their holes for some reason. His legs started convulsing and the aching sensation in your groin became unbearable. Your nostrils flared and heartbeat quickened as you saw Mark use your hand as a personal dildo. Sweat pulled from your pores as you stared intently as your fingers would disappear into Mark’s hole. His head leaned back exposing his neck, as more incoherent mumbles and moans released from his body. Your legs shifted, trying to deal with the ache in your groin. Each moan coming from Mark’s mouth filled your ears, making you pant, your eyes furrowing as your eyesight locked onto his hole.

“Fuccckkk… Fuck me! God please fuck me!” Mark damn near screamed as his head lopped to the side. Pre-come and slick flowing out as it drenched your stomach. At that you bit your lip, flipping Mark onto his back while shoving all four of your fingers into him. His back arched legs bent up, a stream of precome flowed even more. You would’ve thought he’d come by now, but Mark’s biology was much different. He was now gripping the fabric on the bed as you slammed your fingers into his hole. Specifically aiming for his prostate, as you dug into it, moans and cries kept falling out of his mouth.

“Yes! F-finally! Ug..hhhh fuckkkk! YES G-GO ALL OUT! KEEP FUCKING ME UNTIL I FUCKING PASS OUT” He moaned, bitting his lip, blood spilling as he licked up. Your thrusts became even harsher as precome started staining your underwear. If you weren’t so horny, you’d call Mark weird for what he said. Once his precome became a consistent stream, that oh so familiar thick white fluid, you knew he was close. You quickly took your fingers out to which Mark growled. But quickly subsided as he saw you rip your underwear off and quickly shove your cock into his hole. He smiled, and let out a jittering laugh, his convulsions grew more as he wrapped his legs around your back. Locking you in a possessive hold, your pants were heavy as you dove your nose into his neck. Thrusts continuing to pummel into his hole at an animalistic rate.

Smelling the sweat and blood churned something within you, your lips started to curl exposing your teeth. Mark noticed this grabbing the back of your neck tight. And turned his head to fully expose his neck, especially the artery.

“B-Bite..’ He heaved out.

You bite down hard, puncturing his skin and deep into his flesh. Your thrusts, aggressive , stopped going so far back and became deep hard grinds. Blood seeped out Mark’s wound, he let out soft moans, his precome piling up onto his stomach. You didn’t just stop there, you bit every surface of his neck. Blood seeping from every cut, Mark’s neck and the bed underneath him soaked in blood. Shivers ran through your body, as you continued to grind, pleasure coursing through every vein. Mark shook as pleasure overtook him, he bit down on your shoulder. A moan left your body as his teeth teared through the layers of muscle. He kept chewing, finding any bare skin to feast upon as you held his body down with yours.

Mark was moaning like a dog, his legs shut tight around your waist as he chewed. His head fell back on the pillow seeing the massive sea of blood flowing from your neck and shoulders. The taste of your blood made him shiver, he quickly went back to lapping your neck with his tongue. Your thrusts continued as you shut your eyes, your wounds were quickly closing again as Mark lapped as much blood as he could.

“F-f-Fuck fuck.. fuck! FUCK!” He moaned his body convulsing for a final time as he cummed, it flowed out his penis and some hit his chin. His head flopped as he tried to regain his breath, but you weren’t done with him. You gave him a moment lapping up the blood seeping out his neck. While he giggled before slowing starting your thrusts again.

“I didn’t cum yet” you stated, Mark’s eyes widened as you continued an assault of thrusts. You ignored his cries, as you felt pleasure build up in you. Sweat dripped from your forehead, Mark’s moans filling your ears as you felt yourself convulse. His legs tightened even more around your waist, as your thrusts became more uneven. You loudly groaned and with one final slam, you felt your balls empty out, cum shooting into Mark’s asshole. The cum didn’t stop flowing for a good minute all while Mark grumbled and whined. As you finished, you flopped onto Mark, both of you panting. Neither of you said a word, it was strangely domestic, your eyes fluttered asleep as you saw Mark fall into slumber as well. You never understood why he ‘liked’ you so much, not that you cared to question. But there was no doubt he treated you better than a simple sex toy. Maybe a companion, or someone not be completely afraid of him just for the fun of it.

In the morning you felt yourself being pushed off the bed and falling onto the floor. You groaned and rubbed the back of your head.

“Seriously?” You asked annoyed.

“What? You're like a bear weight on top of me, plus I need to get cleaned up.” Mark stretched, itching the dried blood from his neck. You rolled your eyes taking the time to stretch your legs from where you sat. Mark walked towards you.

“I’ll keep your cum in me though.. for good luck” ;