GET THESE TWO OUTTA HERE

🅲🅾🅽🅲🆁🅴🆃🅴 🅵🅻🅾🆆🅴🆁🆂 pt. 2

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PAIRING: Sinister!Mark Grayson x Reader

WARNINGS: Abusive/Possessive behavior, Smut, Language

INSPIRED: by the song “luther” by Kendrick Lamar & SZA

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♫♪ In this world, concrete flowers grow Heartache, she only doin' what she know … ♫♪

“So how was your day?” Your knife glided with ease through the steak on your dinner plate. Taking up your fork, you took a bite. Cooked to perfection, you think. You savored the taste.

“Tedious,” Mark responded dryly, devouring his meal with much less mindful intention. “You’d think these people would have learned by now—why do they keep resisting?” You could think of a million reasons to give him as an answer, but after so many months you’d finally learned that these types of questions were strictly rhetorical. Mark sighed, setting down his silverware and looking at you from across the table. “I’m just glad to be home with you.” You didn’t meet his stare, instead choosing to keep your eyes fixed on your food. “You look beautiful.”

Your face flushed at his words. “Thank you,” you responded softly, brushing your hair behind your ear and glancing briefly up at him. Mark watched you with unbridled intensity. Despite everything that had transpired over the past half year, you still found yourself absolutely enamored by his charm. The thought of this riddled you with guilt. How could you still be so attracted to him considering all of the heinous acts he had – and continued – to commit? What did that say about you? A familiar sickness bubbled in your stomach; your appetite suddenly gone. You set down your utensils and let go of a quiet breath.

“Done eating?” He questioned. You finally gave him your full attention, offering a weak smile and nodding your head.

“It was delicious. Give Jacques my regards.” Mark couldn’t understand why you insisted on giving praise to the chef who cooked for the two of you, but then again, he didn’t understand a lot of human things anymore. To him, Jacques was nothing more than a tool to be used. An object that Mark possessed and would do away with once it stopped meeting his expectations. You constantly wondered if he viewed you in the same light.

“Let’s go to bed then. It’s been a long day.” You hum in agreeance and wait patiently as he stands from his seat and makes his way over to you. The shackle around your ankle was unlocked, and although it wasn’t tight you still felt relief from its removal. Its restraint was replaced by Mark’s hand, gently resting on the back of your neck. This of course was an even better measure of security than the chain could ever be. You did your best to take your time heading to the bedroom. This was, after all, the space you spent nearly all of your time. Whenever Mark was off suppressing the world, you were kept on a chain connected to the bed which was just long enough for you reach the conjoined bathroom. When he was home you were freed from the shackles, but even that privilege was only recently acquired.

Despite your best efforts, you’d reached the bedroom in less than a minute. He guided you to the foot of the bed where you took a seat and he stood in front of you, looking down. His mask was off but he was still dressed down in his costume. You brought your hands together in your lap, subconsciously making yourself as small as possible. Mark could hear your heart thudding rapidly in your chest, and he couldn’t help but smirk. He knew you weren’t ready to admit it, but you craved him. Deeply, in an almost primal sense. This was how he knew you truly belonged to him, and he loved it. “So what have you been up to today?” His question seemed cruel, considering the circumstances.

“I finished the book I was reading,” You responded, choosing not to play into his cruelty. A small, but genuine smile painted your face. “It had a beautiful ending.” This was a true statement. You’d actually cried, rather hard for quite a while after it was over.

“That’s nice, maybe you can tell me about it later.” You nodded your head as he slowly puts himself on his knees in front of you, his hands now resting on your thighs. His thumbs rubbed small, slow circles on your sensitive skin causing your breathing to stutter. “You were on my mind more than usual today…”

“O-Oh…?”

“Mhmm.” Mark leaned down and planted a soft, lingering kiss to the inside of your thigh. The physical euphoria this small gesture gave you was unreal. “I couldn’t stop thinking about these legs of yours…” he murmured into your supple flesh before kissing up further, the bridge of his nose pushing the fabric of your dress back as he went. Your hands writhed around themselves as you closed your eyes and leaned your head back, fighting to manage your emotions. Your thoughts were like a broken traffic light, rapidly flashing from STOP to GO over and over again.

As if reading your mind Mark abruptly pulled away, leaving you reeling as you reopened your eyes. Focusing your vision you found him still on his knees in front of your, but his expression read of wild hunger and desperation. “I need you, [Name].” His hands moved from your thighs to your hips as he raised up on his shins. Your hands instinctively moved to overlap his as you responded,

“I’ll always be yours.” Mark felt a high hearing you say this. He continued to slowly creep up the edge of the bed, his fingers moving to gently touch every part of your body until he completely overtook you. Your hair fanned out around you as you stared up at him with large doe eyes. You looked so innocent. A true wonder that needed to be protected and kept safe. Just the sight of you overwhelmed his senses. “Take me,” you breathed in a weak whisper, setting Mark completely over the edge. Moving as fast he could manage he stripped himself of his suit and you of your panties, opting to keep your loose fitting dress on.

Positioning himself at your entrance, your eyes raked over the immaculate contours of his chest, shoulders, and arms. He truly did put the Greek statues to shame. You could feel his tip rubbing back and forth over your slit, pressing for a moment on your most sensitive part eliciting a pathetic plea from you. “Please baby… Don’t make me wait….” The combination of your innocent expression and sultry words was more than he could take. Sliding into you felt like entering into nirvana. He kept the rhythm slow at first as his hands palmed your breast through the fabric of your shirt—no bra of course, he preferred you never have them on for this exact reason. Your legs were delicately wrapped around his low back, urging him to stay close to you.

After a moment his hand slipped down your stomach and between your two sweating bodies to your clit, where he rubbed circles with calculated pressure. You moaned and writhed beneath his masterful touch, your reaction encouraging him further. “You’re such a good girl,” he praised huskily. “You make me so proud, always taking it so well.” His praise made you even wetter and he could tell. “Cum f’me baby girl. You can do it, you’re almost there.” And cum you did in a panting, sweating flurry. Your walls squeezing around him was indescribable.

But the night was far from over of course, with the stamina of a viltrumite he could last for hours. In a swift motion Mark flipped you both over so he was on his back and you sat on top. His hands gripped your thighs tightly as he thrust up into you and he bounced you easily on his hard length. “Maaark~” you cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

“Just bounce on it f’me baby, you’re doing s’good,” he encouraged. “Just like that, you got it.” You gave it your best go, although you were still so stimulated and reeling from the orgasm you’d just experienced. These sexual moments would happen regardless of your opinion, and you found that getting as much enjoyment out of it as possible just made the most sense. His hands traveled further back to grip your ass, giving him better leverage to pump into you. You could swear that you were going to rip in half with how deep he was sinking into your cunt. “God you feel so good,” he breathed. “So so fucking good.”

“Ugh, M-Mark I don’t know how much more I can take!”

“Shh, you’ve got this baby just keep going.” His thrusts were becoming more aggressive as you had turned all but into a sniveling mess. Switching positions once again in an instant, you found yourself flat on your stomach with your ass raised in the air as he railed into you from behind. Your dress fell down to pool on the bed around your face, and you were grateful for the fact that your eyes were covered. All of your senses were on overdrive and even the tiniest reprieve was still something.

“Tell me who owns this,” he demanded.

“You do,” your cried into the mattress, fingers gripped into the sheets for dear life. This went on for what seemed like an unearthly amount of time, being tossed and flipped into every position imaginable and you reaching a climax countless times. You were truly delirious in the moment when he finally reached his limit and finished inside you. You both collapsed onto the bed, trying desperately to catch your breath. Mark of course recuperated much quicker than you, and was putting you into a warm bath while you still found your body to be all but useless. He cleaned you tentatively and with such sweet softness. It was in moments like this that you remembered why you loved him.

This was the true duality of man, reflected perfectly in Mark Grayson. These days he may have publicly rejected all of his humanity, but you still knew it to be there. A violent, loving, controlling, gentle, possessive, generous creature was the perfect description of all of humankind. He was a flower growing in concrete. Confused, beautiful, and strong but trying to exist in a place that wasn’t meant for him.

This was why you would always love him. Even if it meant hating yourself.

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