could i request something angsty/fluffy with engineer!mark x captain? your other fic absolutely destroyed me, adore your writing <3
Bad Day
Engineer Mark x gn!reader
Aw thank you so much! I had the start of this in my drafts for a bit, and decided it would work perfectly for this ask! Hopefully it fits with what you were asking for!
tw: angst
Word count: 2.5k
Prompt: the ask^
Summary: The Invincible II’s Captain is not having a good day, everything seems to be going wrong for them. They reach a breaking point and try to hide out in their room, but their head Engineer can’t help but follow them to make sure they're ok.
As the Captain of the Invincible II, you were not one to let much get under your skin. You’ve already been through a wormhole collapse that sucked you into a timeloop full of alternate universes. After all that nothing really seemed too worth getting upset at. Unfortunately it seemed like today really wanted to figure out just how far that ironclad patience really went.
Your morning started with a long briefing from Central Control. Your higher ups from back on earth have suddenly decided that a recount of all the supplies on the ship was absolutely necessary. They claim it’s a mandatory precaution before allowing the start up of any colonies on the planet you had finally arrived at. Along with a few other completely unnecessary “safety” preparations that would take days, at the very least. You try to explain to them that all the colonists, as well as your entire crew, and even yourself, had been in cryosleep throughout the entire journey. How none of the supplies or systems on the ship had even been touched until you had all woken up just about a few days ago. The people down at Central Control, hadn’t, slept through those years though. They wanted exact numbers before they would allow you or your crew leads to even step down onto the new planet. You had already sent some crew down to take some top to bottom scans, but they had returned to analyze them. Everyone was back on the ship getting ready to go down to see the planet for yourselves tomorrow, but with these new instructions… After everything you’ve been through guiding your ship here, you were going to have to wait even longer before you could finally finish the mission you’d been so desperately working to accomplish.
After your incredibly long and frustrating meeting, you headed to the cafeteria to make yourself a nice cup of coffee, hoping it would relieve some of your newfound stress. However, since your meeting went on for so long there was none left in the pot. No big deal. You reached for the upper cabinet to make another pot, but the door wouldn’t budge. You’ve got to be kidding me... It seemed to be stuck on something inside, so you pull at it again, a bit harder this time. Instead of the door opening, you feel yourself fly backwards landing on your ass, cabinet handle still in hand. After sending a quick message to Burt on your communicator, you decide to give up on the coffee.
Next came the part you were most dreading– informing all your crew that instead of finally getting off the ship and onto solid ground tomorrow, they’d have to wait until every single supply and protocol on the ship was accounted for, marked off, and filed with the correct paperwork back to Central Control. You couldn’t look your crew leads in the eyes as you shared the news, and before they could pick their jaws back off of the floor from the shock, you gave out a few orders to keep them busy. Thankfully Mark had caught on, and quickly repeated your orders to your, rightfully annoyed, crew leads. The rest of the day you spend helping with the new preparations, and listening to every person you come across complain to you about the frustrating delay. You weren’t used to working alone, and technically you weren’t. But before your voyage even started, Mark had always followed you around the ship like an excited puppy, trying to help wherever he could. After the whole thing with the wormhole though… you guess you couldn’t blame him wanting some space.
Didn’t make you miss him any less though.
. . .
The first couple hours you were fine, I mean it’s not like you disagreed with anyone about the ridiculousness of the situation. You always prided yourself in being a captain that people could come to if they ever had a problem, making sure everyone felt comfortable to speak up. This characteristic however, was backfiring on you in this scenario, as the hours ticked by and you had to listen to the same rant from a different person about the sixtieth time that day.
This was going to be a long day.
. . .
After hours of your patience growing thin, the end of the day finally comes and you gather with your crew leads– people you were close to and considered your friends. You take off your helmet as the door shuts, separating you from the rest of the crew. You were hoping you had finally escaped the non-stop criticism of your newly changed schedules, but you hoped incorrectly, apparently, because it actually seemed like they had been waiting all day for this moment. They all start speaking their minds almost simultaneously, voices overlapping each other. You rub your temples as you try to calm them down.
“I know you're all upset, but please, one at a time.” Your words come out more tired than commanding.
Mark, who has been unusually quiet, pipes up trying to defend you, “Leave the Captain alone. They’re just following orders.” You gave him a strained smile, but you weren’t sure his words were going to do any good.
“But they’re goddamn stupid orders! Recounting all the ammo we’ve packed will take days!” Gunther snaps back, and you could feel a headache coming along because, well, he was right. Not that you could say that. Speaking against your own bosses down at Central Control was hardly a good look.
You keep your voice level as you respond, “I understand it’s stupid, but having a more accurate number will help with keeping colonists safe when we finally land on-”
“But surely manually disinfecting every single Cryo-pod is just excessive! They have self-cleaning cycles, and it’s not like we’re even going to use them again anytime soon-” Celci adds on, with her logical, but unhelpful comment.
“Again, I agree with you but-” You don’t even get to finish your thought before Burt's serious voice interrupts you.
“A bird that spends its whole life preparing to jump off a branch, will die before getting the chance to fly.” You aren’t even quite sure if that had anything to do with his additional engine checks.
“Enough!” You raise your voice, not quite yelling, but it's a surprising enough volume to get everyone in the room to freeze. “I am your Captain, am I not? If my instructions were unclear, feel free to come to me for any clarifications. Otherwise, you have your orders.” You finalize your words with a stern nod, before turning to leave the room. You don’t notice Mark reaching out a hand towards you as you leave.
You're lost in your thoughts as you head back to your quarters. You felt bad for raising your voice, but these stupid “preperations” had put a wrench into all your carefully laid out plans. You almost felt like you did when you and Mark were jumping through wormholes– disoriented and unsure of the correct path ahead. You hated that feeling. You were this ship's Captain dammit! You had to pull it together.
In your rush to escape, you manage to stub your pinky toe on the doorway just as you're about to step into your room. You yell out a curse, because even through your space boots, it fucking hurts. You could feel tears prick at the corner of your eyes as you stumble your way into your room, just managing to hobble over to your bed, and fall right into it. You curl up into a ball, holding your hurt foot as the waves of frustrations from the entire day come crashing into you all at once. You could feel yourself crying, but you were too tired to wipe away the tears. You just lay there, sobbing softly.
Not even a minute of your sniffles pass before you hear a knock on the door. You bite your tongue to try and keep quiet. You hear a muffled voice call out to you, “...Captain?” You unfurl yourself quickly, wiping away your tears. “Captain, it's Mark! Is…is your foot ok? I saw you hit it…” You fan at your eyes in a feeble attempt to dry them before you go to open the door. “Cap- oh… Hi.” Mark stands there awkwardly, still mid knock.
He scans you bottom to top, noticing first that you were leaning on one foot, but that everything seemed to still be attached. As he moves up to look at your face though, you realize your eyes were probably still a bit red. “Oh my god Captain are you ok? Did you break your foot or- why are you standing on it?!” Mark quickly invites himself into your room, ushering you towards the bed with an arm on your back for support.
“Mark, my leg is fine-” You try to reassure him but don’t fight him as he sits you down, and kneels down on the ground to check your leg. You swat his hands away. “Goddammit why is no one listening to me today.” Your words start off stern, but your voice betrays you and cracks halfway. You can feel the tears start to well up again. Mark finally stops worrying about your foot, and looks up at you, eyes wide. This is the first time he’s ever seen you cry. Even through all the timeloops, all the deaths in alternate universes, and wormholes ripping your bodies through space and time, you had kept your eyes dry. Too determined on saving everyone…saving him. He had so much unwavering faith in how strong his Captain was, he almost forgot you were also… just a person, like anyone else.
“Captain…I-” The sympathetic look in his eyes just made you more mad at yourself.
“No I…I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gotten mad at any of you. I’m not even angry, really, I just- just...” You take a breath so you won’t start crying again. “I had a plan. A good one, and now it’s all falling apart. Again.” Your voice breaks once more, and you curse yourself for sounding so weak. For crying in front of anybody on your crew, much less your head engineer.
But before you can utter another word, Mark sits up on his knees, still on the ground, and slides himself between your legs, wrapping both his arms around your waist. He presses his head against your side, and you freeze a moment, before slowly melting into his hug, leaning down to hug him back. You cry into his shoulder, it's quiet, but it feels like you're letting out all the pent up emotions you’ve been feeling since the first wormhole collapsed. It felt like a millennia ago. Since then, the only thing that hasn’t changed, has been Mark always being by your side.
Through your stifled sobs, you hear his encouraging voice, “It’s not falling apart. This is all just a small delay that everyone will forget about the second we step foot on that planet! The crew’s not really mad at you, they're just frustrated. Same as you are. And, we’re all saying a lot of things we probably will want to forget when this all blows over. You didn’t do anything wrong Cap…and you’re not alone.” His voice is so sure and full of unwavering trust in you that you almost start to let yourself believe him. You hold him tighter, sobs wracking your body as you finally let yourself cry about all the shit you’ve had to go through. At least now , you knew that it would turn out ok, because your right hand man would always be there by your side.
After a while your sobs start to calm down a bit, and you gently push him away from the awkwardly situated hug. Mark sits back on his knees, but not before taking both your hands in his. You look down at him still sniffling. “Mark, it’s ok…”
He looks up at you, a misty look in his own eyes. “It’s not! I should be the one getting criticized by the crew. Everyone should be mad at me. After- after everything I put you through I- I never even said sorry…” He hangs his head in shame, holding your hands tighter as if praying for your forgiveness. “I’m so fucking sorry…for the wormhole, for blaming you for the mess I caused, for…for everything.” Your eyes widen in surprise before softening. You take one hand from his grasp to instead gently tilt his head back up to face you.
“You have nothing to apologize for. You were just trying to save everyone. You didn’t know. You made the best call you could make with the information you had.” Your words are gentle, but full of conviction. Then your tone shifts a little. “Just like I did when I tried to ‘Fix it from the outside’.” You hear him let an involuntary snort.
“You knew there was no tether, you ass-” His voice came out slightly hoarse, but you could see a small smile come back to his face. You just look at him, a smile growing on your own face. “What?” He asks, tilting his head slightly to the side in that cute habit of his.
“Nothing, I just miss our banter. You’ve been way too nice to me lately… Plus, it’s nice to see you smile again.” His face flushes.
“W- what? You want me to be more mean?” He sputters. You chuckle in response.
“No…but you used to call me out on my shit. Now you act like I’m some hero who can do no wrong.”
“Well yea? Cause it’s true! You saved the entire multiverse and you don’t even care that no one knows about it!” You use his hold on your hands to pull him up to sit next to you on the bed.
You laugh, “We saved the multiverse. But it’s not like anyone’s even gonna believe us… Besides, my whole universe already knows I’m a hero.” You smirk.
He blinks at you, confused, “What? But nobody-” he stops as you gently cup one of his cheeks with your hand.
“Not nobody…you know.” It takes him a second to register what you mean. “And that’s the universe that really matters.” When it finally clicks, he groans rolling his eyes, but his face flushes even brighter.
“That is the corniest shit I’ve ever- I can't believe I think you're cool.” You laugh at his unamused expression.
“Aww, you think I’m cool?” You tease, reveling in the light feeling in your heart that feels almost foreign to you after all this time.
“Oh shut up.” He rolls his eyes again, but his smile only grows.
“Make me~” Your smirk widens and you wink at him. You can see his eyes searching yours for permission, to make sure he wasn’t reading this wrong. You give him a reassuring nod. It’s all he needs to gently grab your uniform collar and pull you into a kiss. It starts off soft and sweet, but then you both melt into it, holding onto each other as if another wormhole was going to appear and whisk the moment away.
That doesn’t happen though, and when you finally pull apart for air, you're still looking into each other's eyes. The reality that all the time loop stuff really was finally over, genuinely, starts to settle in. For good this time. You were both stuck in this timeline together, and neither of you would have it any other way.
Kinktober day 22 - sex pollen & orgasm delay/denial
MINORS DNI!!!! Day 22 of Kinktober is: sex pollen & orgasm delay/denial - Engineer x amab reader
Hello :3 Finally trying to continue my kinktober from last year ^_^
Also posted on AO3
Kinktober masterlist is here
Wordcount: 900+
Tags/warnings: Sex pollen, handjobs, blowjobs, light orgasm delay/denial
Honestly, the two of you going on a walk alone might have been a slight mistake. You both wanted some time to yourselves, and room away from the crew, so going to a clearing not far from the main camp to just relax on a picnic blanket had seemed like a great idea.
After all, the area had been explored and the plants and growths had been examined and deemed safe.
Or rather, most of them.
Most.
Because the small purple flower that had been hidden beneath some green leaves next to where you were relaxing had not been noted, as its effect would certainly have been noticed.
Ah yes, the effects.
The yellow pollen or dust or whatever it had spewed out when disturbed by Mark and you play wrestling had covered you both, and in less than a minute you were rock hard, and not many seconds after that you had your hand down the front of Mark's space suit, and he had his down the front of yours. You are pressed as close as you can physically go, but still trying to get even closer.
Your suits are barely unzipped, and you still have your helmet on, but you don't care. All you care about is the warm weight of Mark's cock in your hand, how leaky and perfect it feels, how he rocks against your hand as best as he can, all his energy not going into moving his own hand over your cock being sent to moving his hips, and letting out the little choked off whines that you think will be burned into your mind forever.
Not that you haven't heard something like this before, but these moans got an edge of desperation that you haven't heard before, and you fucking love it.
Mark's hand on your cock makes for a divine heat to fuck into, your own cock leaking so much making the glide easy. You're fogging up the inside of your helmet and Mark is gripping the front of your clothes so hard you think they might rip, but you don't care.
All you care about is making Mark cum, you want to feel him coat your hand even more. You take deep gulps of air, mustering up the brain energy to get the words out in betweeen your own moans and gasps.
"Mark, fuck, come on, wanna feel you cum baby, come on, come on, come on!" Your hand not on his cock grips one asscheek an pushes him into you as you speak, and you don't know if it's the action or the words that does it, but Mark spills all over your hand, whimpering both your title and name in between moans, gasps, and shakes.
You let go of his ass to get your helmet off, fumbling a little with one hand and not wanting to look away from Mark for too long, but you manage, taking a deep breath of fresh and sweet smelling air.
"Yes, yes, yes, there you go baby, fuck, fuck." It's the most words you have spoken in the last week, and you are sure Mark in any other circumstance would have commented on it, though he doesn't seem to have noticed as he has set his mind on taking at least some of your clothes off. You take your hand out of his suit so he can push the top half of yours off, and then drag it down enough that he can get his mouth on your cock.
You had planned to lick what was left of his cum on your hand when your arm got out of your sleeve, but instead both of your hands flies to tug on Mark's hair as he takes your cock straight down in one go.
"Mark!" His mouth is warm and fucking tight around your cock, the perfect amount of pressure you know Mark knows you love. His orgasm hasn't slowed his energy down the slightest as he works his mouth over your cock, making the most lewd and wet sounds you have heard in a while. One hand plays with your balls, while the other rests on your hip, seemingly trying to hold you back or something, but it doesn't really work as you buck yourself into his mouth.
The moans you get back aren't a protest, and the vibrations around your cock feels like heaven, so you keep doing it.
You see Mark start to grind his hips down against the blanket below you, in seconds you have the heel of your foot digging into a spot on his back.
"Fuck, none of that baby, you only get to cum for me, I'm the only one that should make you cum, you don't do that yourself, that's my privilege." Mark groans, taking his mouth of your cock to speak.
"Fucking hell." His voice is a little rough as he blinks up at you, and you love hearing him like that.
"Yeah." A second later his mouth is back on your cock, his hips still once more as he works you over, truly putting his soul into getting you off with his mouth.
It doesn't take long for you to spill into his mouth, gripping his hair tight as you spill over his tongue. He moans as you do so, gripping your thighs as he drinks down every drop of you.
But he doesn't stop there, he keeps sucking and you find yourself growing hard again. You could probably come rather quickly a second time in his mouth, but that's not what you want, so you pull Mark off so you can tackle him and grind down on him, determined to make him cum a second time, this time untouched.
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When you come back two hours later, it's to wolf whistles and one hell of a report you are really not looking forward to writing.
Content: cock worship, praise kink, oral, handjob, use of good boy
AN: Ahaha pretend this is on time lol. Also I don't know how these keep getting so long??? This one really got away from me, I'm not sure how it happened.
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“Good boy, Mark.”
Your voice is gentle, sweet, and it sends a wave of heat flooding through him. Mark groans, shoving a knuckle between his teeth and bucking his hips up into your touch.
Stilling the hand stroking over his cock, you look up at him from where your chin is resting on his thigh. You smile, smoothing your free hand over his hip.
“What did I say about keeping yourself quiet, baby? Don’t you want me to hear how good I’m making you feel?”
He drops his hand with a soft whine and you take a moment to admire the deep blush coloring his cheeks. Your engineer looks so good like this, spread out on the bed, loose and relaxed, a flush covering his naked body.
His brown eyes dart around the room before returning to you.
“Captain, I…I just don’t want someone to hear, is all.”
“You know my cabin is sound proof, Mark, you designed it.”
“I-I know, but still…”
“Is someone, perhaps, feeling a little embarrassed?”
Mark’s eyes flick to the ceiling and he slides his hands down to the sheets, wringing the material in his fingers.
“Maybe…Maybe a little.”
“Tell me what’s embarrassing you, baby.”
While you wait for his response, you return to touching him, slow strokes up and down his cock, pausing to swipe at the precum beading at the tip and use it to lubricate your palm. The man beneath you groans, back arching off the bed just slightly.
“I’m just not used to being treated like this.” He admits shyly.
“Like what?”
“Gentle…affectionate.”
You smile up at him, ducking down to press a kiss to his hip bone, giving him just the tiniest nip with your teeth.
“You deserve to be taken care of, Mark. You deserve to relax and let someone else handle things sometimes.”
“B-But-”
“No, no buts. Captain’s orders. I want you to relax, baby, let me worship you.”
Leaning down on your elbows, you take the head of his cock into the wet heat of your mouth. Mark groans, long and low, throwing his head back against the pillows and whinte-knuckling the sheets.
You start slowly, swirling your tongue over the head and bobbing up and down, taking him deeper with every downward stroke. He’s about average length but thicker than most. His cock feels like a nice weight on your tongue, the taste of precum filling your mouth.
One of your hands stays at the base of his cock, stroking and twisting over what you can’t fit into your mouth. The other slides up to grab one of his and pull it free from its grip in the sheets, interlocking your fingers.
“Fuck,” he moans freely, “that feels so good.”
Taking a break, you pull off him with an obscene ‘pop’ and begin pressing open mouthed kisses along his shaft. All the while, looking up at him with hungry eyes.
“You’re beautiful.”
He blushes. “Really?”
“Yes, really. All of you. But especially your cock. It feels so good in my mouth, baby. I could spend hours working you over with my hands and my mouth, feeling the way you twitch and hearing you moan for me. God, I can’t wait to make you cum.”
“C-Captain, you-you can’t say things like that.”
“Why not? I think you like it when I tell you how much I love your cock.”
Mark opens his mouth to respond, but you don’t give him the opportunity, taking the entire length of him into your mouth in one go, feeling the head brush against the back of your throat. He groans, hips bucking up against your mouth without his permission. Tears sting at the corner of your eyes and you gag around him, but you take a few deep breaths through your nose to ease the tension in your throat.
Swallowing around him once then twice, you watch the way his eyes roll back and listen to how each moan that spills from his lips gets higher and higher.
You pull off him slowly, making sure to press your tongue against the underside of his cock as you go. Taking a moment to catch your breath, you wrap both hands around him and begin a fast pace of stroking him.
“Captain, god!”
Mark bucks his hips in time with your movements, thrusting his hips up into every downwards stroke of your hands. He’s moaning freely by now, clearly feeling too good to care about anyone else on the ship overhearing.
“Please, fuck, it feels so good.
“Yeah? You look so pretty like this, baby, relaxed and desperate. And you’re getting so close, aren’t you?”
He nods frantically, squeezing his eyes shut.
“I want you to make a mess. I want you to be a good boy and cum for me. Now.”
A few more strokes and he’s cumming with a cry of your name, spilling over your hands and onto his stomach, making a mess just like you’d ask. You continue to stroke him through it, milking every last drop from him until his hips are flinching away.
“You did so good, baby.”
You lie down beside him, propping yourself up on an elbow and pressing a kiss to his cheek. You run one hand through his hair and reach down with the other, swiping a finger through the mess on his stomach and bringing it to his lips.
“Open your mouth for me.”
He does as he’s told and you slip your finger in. His lips seal around the digit and you feel his tongue lave over your finger, cleaning up the mess there. Once he’s done, you kiss him, swiping your tongue into his mouth and getting a taste of him.
“How’re you feeling?”
You lay down on your back and pull him close to rest his head on your chest. Mark stretches and lets out a long, happy sigh before answering.
“That was so good, thank you.”
“Anything for you, baby.” You press a kiss to his forehead. “Rest now. We can get you cleaned up in a little bit.”
“But what about you? You didn’t get to have any fun.”
Summary: Captain wakes up in the loop once again, and is sick of their choices being obsolete. They just need some comfort, and the only person nearby is Mark.
Content warnings: Slight? Mental breakdown, Some self-deprecating thoughts, Captain talks (but only a little,) Mark being a golden retriever, tell me if I missed any.
(2nd POV)
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“Current ship status: ABSOLUTELY CATASTROPHIC.”
You cursed in your head as you jolted awake, hearing the robotic voice of the computer. You slammed open the door of your cryo-pod with a grimace. You couldn’t even catch a break.
You thought it’d surely be over when you fell asleep, that it would be the end. You had grown old on a new planet, watched over everything, not realizing that your entire life there would be erased. Every choice you made to get there led right back here, on this God forsaken ship. As the reality of what seemed to be your entire future hit you, you sank slowly to the ground. This is your entire future. You’re never going to get out of this loop. ‘You’re the captain!’ you heard an imaginary voice yell, ‘You shouldn’t act like this! You have a crew to protect. You have to save them, not cry on the floor. What an idiotic choice. You’re no fit to be in power.’ You brought your gloved hand up to your eyes, trying (and failing) to dry your tears as you backed yourself into a corner.
You’re stuck in a time-loop, you surely have enough time for whatever this is. Stuck. With no way to exit the loop, no way to leave, no way to die, no way to stay dead.
“Captain?”
You jolted, realizing Mark was now there. He looked down at you with a look of confusion, followed by shock. His beloved Captain was crying? The strong and persevering Captain that he looked up to, was now down on the floor, in a metaphorical puddle of guilt and sadness. “Captain, what are you doing?” Said Mark, as he bent down on his knees to your level.
You just dug your face further into your knees, hugging yourself as you ignored the man in front of you. “Captain, you need to tell me what’s going on.” Said Mark, with a worried expression. “Captain, I- ... I want to help you, I-” He stopped, carefully thinking over his words. “I need to help you... You need help.”
Those words.
Those three damned words.
‘You need help.’
You choked back a sob, your barriers breaking. You reached for Mark, needing some form of comfort. He seemed a little surprised, but he hugged back nonetheless. You clung to him as if he were going to disappear at any moment, which was very likely, seeing how everything going on around you seemed to be working against you.
Mark snapped you out of your anguish by running his hands along your back. You dug your face into the crook of his neck to ground yourself, and to make sure you didn’t fall back into despair. “Mark..” you said against his skin, in barely a whisper. He hummed in response, as a signal that he was listening. “Thank you...”
“Captain, I- you don’t need to-”
“Please..” you whispered. He got the message and stopped talking. “Thank you for being here. if it wasn’t for you, I’d- I’d have no idea what to do, you’ve done so much for me, I- I don’t even think I’d-”
Mark shushed you this time. “Just.. Just breathe.” He softly said. “I’m here, and I’m not gonna let go.” He ran his fingers through your hair, softly, as if you were as fragile as paper. He held you closer, the friction between your bodies soothing you. by then you had calmed down considerably, your breathing returning to normal. The two of you were still in a heap on the floor, but honestly, you preferred to stay like that.
Mark loosened his grip slightly, shifting your bodies to face each other. When he succeeded, he gently pressed his forehead against yours. “I’m.. I’m here for you, ok?” Said Mark, with pure affection laced in the tone of his voice. You placed your hand against his cheek, noticing the reddish-pink tint on Mark’s face. You smiled lightly, placing a peck on the tip of Mark’s nose. He let out a small, almost unnoticeable noise that could only be described as pure, absolute, joy.
you rested your head on Mark’s shoulder, finally feeling at peace. If only you could feel this forever...
But you couldn’t.
You felt Mark’s body slowly disappear, and opened your eyes. seeing a small gold-ish light gradually come towards you. You knew what this meant, so you gradually stood up, and walked towards it. you looked behind you, seeing nothing but darkness. “I’m gonna count this as a happy ending...” You quietly breathed. Smiling slightly, you walked back into the light.
Summary: Mark tries to admit his feelings for you but fails
Warnings: none that i remember, didn't really proofread
An: dropping this while I continue the Yancy oneshot
Being stuck on a large spaceship with Mark wasn't something you had thought of. But it gave you the chance to make a new friend that could keep your company in the odd silent moments of the ship. He knew how to make you laugh when you were sad, make you question your friendship, even your sanity. You've been holding on for a few months, but the past few days... Mark had been acting different.
"Hey, Capt- Y/n, you said to not call you captain. I was wondering if you could help me with something? It shouldn't take long" You nodded and followed him to the warp core hallway. He didn't open the door to the warp core, he kinda just, stood there? You watched his fingers pick at the material on his gloves as he avoided eye contact with you. Why was he so nervous? "So, what's up? " you asked in hopes he would finally say something. After what felt like ages, Mark finally looked at you. "Right um, I actually didn't need anything. I just wanted to say hi,that's all." He awkwardly chuckled. This wasn't like him. Usually he'd get straight to the point and drag on for 15 minutes about another topic. "Alright what's wrong, I've known you for almost half a year.Just say it,whatever it is won't change my perspective of you." He sighed and looked back at the floor and his boots. He could feel his face getting hotter just thinking about it. What if you didn't think of him the same way and ruin your friendship? Even worse, what if you completely hate him after this? Suddenly you grabbed his hand after see him pick the leather to death. "Mark" , he looked at you with the most lovestruck eyes. It was obvious at this point. "What's wrong? You can tell me, ok?"
Mark only focused on your face and your hand on his. As much he wanted to get out of this situation, he didn't want this moment to end. "You have really nice eyes-uh, I didn't mean to say that, I meant that you're really pretty-not pretty like- not that you aren't pretty your gorgeous! What I meant was that I think your--" He hadn't even noticed you got closer to him. And you kissed him. It was quick but he got the point. His eyes looked the most relaxed they've even been ever since boarding the ship. A giant wave of confidence came over him and pulled you back into a longer kiss. His hand traveled to your waist, not wanting you to move away. Mark cursed his need for air and pulled away after what felt like hours.
"So, what was it you needed to tell me? " You teased him, knowing he was still shaken up. "I think you know, Captain"
For the prompts, if possible, “Think about what you’re doing” with ISWM/Actor Mark and Captain!
Domesticityyyyyy
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Prompt: “Think about what you’re doing.”
All their heads stood in a semi-circle: Celsi with her feet planted and her arms crossed as she glared daggers at Mark; Mark sneering; Gunther palmed the gun he kept strapped to his thigh, clearly unafraid to use it; Burt just looked mildly disgruntled.
Then there was them; the Captain. It was their job to resolve this. Their job to put everyone at ease. They were the Captain after all, and they were responsible for the ship and its crew.
The moment they opened their mouth to speak, all eyes went to them.
“Think about what you’re doing, Captain,” Mark hissed at the same time Gunther drew his gun and Celci burst out with, “Captain-”
Their eyebrows rose, and the crew heads went quiet. Then, without a word, you indicated Celci, whose mouth curved into a smile as a chorus of groans and “Captain!”s rose up around her.
“Thank you, Captain,” she purred, offering a casual salute. The meeting began to break up, other crewmembers sliding into the breach in their bubble now that a decision had been made, brushing by the heads as they hurried to and from stations.
The Captain did their best to ignore the insulted stare Mark fixed them with as they made their escape from the bridge before Gunther could shoot them or Burt could whack them with his giant wrench.
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Later.
Some British narrator droned on the background as a pair of doomed penguins wandered lonely across an Arctic ice-scape. This documentary had been Celci’s choice for movie night, and she seemed to be the only one enjoying it; Burt had already fallen asleep in an armchair, Gunther was sprawled on his back at the base of the couch, strip-cleaning his favorite pistol.
Mark, for his part, had stubbornly shoved himself into the Captain’s side the moment they sank into the couch cushions, whisper-complaining about everything from Celci’s choice of entertainment to her choice of pajamas, which were long pants printed with polar bears and a loose-fitting t-shirt.
The Captain, personally, thought they were cute, but they were willing to put up with Mark’s bitching as long as he was willing to cuddle with him. Was willing to lean in Celci’s favor on movie nights if it meant Mark would stay close.
literally the same fic but Captain’s gender neutral.
here’s the og fic (with a male reader)
Ok so apparently Engineer!Mark isn't Actor, but Actor might be Engineer…? I have no idea what that means, so I just write him like a different character. Sounds good? Sounds good. lmao, Idk I just love this nerd.
tw: none, I don’t think
Word Count: 1.7k
Prompts:
“Wait. Are you two…?”“Are we what?”
F 2 - "Go away." "You're holding me you idiot." "So mean."
Fl 16 - "You smile like an idiot when you are talking to them."
Summary:
You're taking a coffee break and bump into one of your crew, Tyler, and have a nice chat about your journey ahead. He brings up talk about you and your head engineer, and you're forced to confront your feelings for your overdramatic, but loyal, right-hand man.
You’ve been working hard to prep the ship, and your crew, for your journey ahead. The first Invincible had…well…not been as invincible as its name suggested, and you didn’t want whatever happened to it, to happen again. Not on your watch. Not to mention, you had grown fond of the crew of the Invincible, you’d even go as far as calling most of them your friends. No matter how different everyone was, you all shared a love for space and a determination for the success of this mission. You’d been working long hours going through all the protocols with Mark, your Head Engineer, and right-hand man at this point, to make sure everything was in order. But he had gone to do some maintenance to the ship's engines, and your eyelids were starting to get heavy.
You decided some coffee was in order. You rubbed your tired eyes and headed towards the food court. Just as you were about to pour yourself a hot cup o’joe, you hear a familiar voice from behind you.
“Long day Captain?” Tyler asks, casually walking up to you and grabbing himself a styrofoam cup.
“Yea, I guess you can say that. It’s kind of hard to keep track of time out here.” You reply, holding the coffee up to your face and basking in its warmth.
“Ain’t that the truth.” He chuckles. “Does everything seem to be in order?”
“There was a little hiccup in one of the engines, but Marks already on it. Other than that, we should be ready to embark in a week or two.” You can’t help but smile to yourself, with Mark’s help, you felt hopeful that all would go according to plan. You take a sip of the hot liquid, already feeling a bit more awake.
“Ah, so that’s why he’s not here.” Tyler chuckles to himself, eyes focused on putting a lid on his own coffee cup. You tilt your head.
“What do you mean?” You ask, a bit confused.
Tyler chuckles, “What do you mean, ‘What do you mean?’ Mark’s always following you around like a lost little puppy.” Your cheeks flush a bit in embarrassment.
“That’s- that’s just ‘cause he’s helping me get everything ready for the expedition!” You stutter out. Tyler smirks, bemused.
“Suuure. You know, everyone can kind of tell. You always smile like an idiot when you’re talking to him.” He playfully pokes your shoulder. “Or even about him, really.” You gently swat his hand away.
“Tyler, I am your Captain! You can’t tease me like this!” You jokingly scold, your flushed face giving you away entirely.
At your defensive tone, his eyes widen.“Wait. Are you two…?” He trails off, lifting his hands to cover the growing grin spreading across his face.
“Are- are we what?” Damn your stuttering. Why were you even being so defensive, and why were your cheeks so god damn hot!
“Oh my god…the Captain’s in love!~” He exclaims in a sing-song voice. You have half a mind to throw your coffee at him.
“Tyler! CaN yOU sHuSH-” You yell out, a little louder than you meant to. “I am not in love. That’s- that ridiculous. We’re- we’re just good friends, is all…” Your voice lowers to a normal volume, but you are still incredibly flustered.
Tyler’s smirk just grows, “Whatever you say Captain.” he tips his hat, cup of coffee in hand, and leaves without another word.
As soon as Tyler knows he’s out of earshot, he chuckles to himself. It was growing painfully obvious to everyone that you two liked each other, and Mark was so obvious with how hard he tried to impress you, Tyler couldn’t believe how oblivious you were to it. So he had taken it upon himself to give the Captain…a little nudge. He smiles and takes a sip of his coffee, instantly spitting it out. He frowns as he realizes that while focusing on teasing the Captain about their feelings, it seems he managed to put salt in his cup, instead of sugar. Screw you karma, I was trying to be helpful.
Back by the coffee machine, your mind was racing. What was Tyler on about? You…liking Mark? I mean, of course you, liked, him! Sure he was kind of an idiot, but he was funny, and loyal. Even to a fault. You knew he would stick by your through thick and thin. He already had through all the preparations of the journey. You trusted him, but that didn’t mean you liked him like THAT…right?
You grumble to yourself as you feel a vibration from your wrist. Mark was pinging you on your communicator, but, strangely, there was no message. You started to turn towards the engine room, when you felt it vibrate again. And then again. You speed up your pace, panic starting to envelop your heart as you rushed towards the engine room.
You slam the door open, coffee already long forgotten on some table in the hall, and frantically search the room. Your eyes land on a large piece of metal sliding off one of the engines, teetering on the edge of falling. Mark was trapped under it, holding it up with one hand, as the other frantically tapped his communicator.
You call out to Mark, and he answers, “Over here! A little help, Cap!” He grunts as the metal shifts and falls down a little more. “Whenever you feel like it, Captain!” he snaps. You run over and reach your hand up to push on the falling metal piece. You take a deep breath and slowly heave it upwards with all your might.
“Mark! On the count of three, we push it to the right, and dive left!” He frantically nods as the metal shifts down again, both of you grimacing at the weight. “One!”
You widen your stance, clenching all your muscles in anticipation. “Two!”
The metal shifts again, and you are forced to reposition yourself. “Three!”
The world seems to slow as you both heave the metal to the right and dive your bodies left. You collapse into a heap on the ground, panting. You quickly turn to find Mark, and grab his arm, examining him for any injuries. Other than a few scrapes and bruises, he seemed fine, and your shoulders finally relaxed.
“Thanks Cap! I don’t know what happened! Or what would’ve happened if you hadn’t-” You interrupt him, pressing a finger to his lips.
“Shush, don't talk like that. You’re safe and that’s all that matters,” you reassure him.
Mark's cheeks turn a shade of pink as he looks at your hand, and then meets your eyes before he mutters a muffled, “M-okay.” Your cheeks heat up a bit, and you lower your hand, avoiding his gaze. Suddenly, he smirks. “Luckily, I had my amazing, handsome and/or beautiful Captain to come and save me~” He wraps an arm around your shoulder. Your face burns red at his words.
You gently punch into his chest, leaving your hand against him, and bury your head in his shoulder. “Go away.” You pout, embarrassed. You were the Captain of this ship, and you were usually good at keeping calm. But seeing Mark almost get crushed by a giant piece of metal had made your heart freeze over in terror. Maybe Tyler had been on to something after all.
You hear Mark laugh, and feel his chest shake as he gently rubs your shoulder, "You're the one holding me, you idiot."
You fein an offended gasp. "Your so mean. You do know I’m your Captain, right?" Seriously, what happened to respecting your superiors? He sighs and leans his head on top of yours.
“I know…and you’re the best Captain any of us could have asked for. In all honestly, I don't even think we deserve you.” And then in a quieter voice, he whispers, “I, don't deserve you.” You frown, heart dropping a little at his words.
“Hey, don’t say that. What’s a Captain without their trusty engineer at their side? You built this ship, remember?” He scoffs, but smiles a little at your words.
“You mean the ship that almost just killed us?” He retorts.
“No, I mean the ship that’s going to accomplish the biggest, most important mission in the past millennia.” You ruffle his hair, and you hear him giggle.
“Yea, yea. Whatever…” He takes the hand that messed up his hair, and holds it in his own. You two sit together like that, just enjoying each other's company.
You decide the moment was too wholesome, and almost out of nowhere, say, “You know Mark, this is why the crew think we’re together-” He sputters, eyes widening. You cackle at his reaction, glad you could finally get back at him for embarrassing you earlier. “Seriously, Tyler said that half the crew thinks we’re dating.” His mouth opens and closes, still in a state of shock at your words. Finally, he shakes his head, and now recovered from the surprise of your words, a cocky smile forms on his lips.
“Captain!” He says in an overdramatic voice. “Is this your way of asking me out?” Damn this man and his ability to make you flustered.
You hesitate a moment, a little nervous you might have been reading things wrong. “Would you say yes if it was?” He laughs, and you just become more confused. Please, oh please, don’t tell me I read this wrong.
“Captain, it really is astounding how oblivious you are to how much people adore you. Of course I’d say yes! It would be a fucking honor to go on a date with you!” Your eyes widen, but you smile ear to ear. Filled with excitement at his words, and just to get back at him one more time, you tilt your face upwards, and plant a little kiss on his jaw, before snuggling back into the crook of his neck. Mark instantly becomes a stuttering mess, and you giggle as can feel your eyelids get heavy again. Maybe a little nap wouldn’t hurt. The Invincible II would be ok as long as you had your adorable idiot of an engineer by your side.
MINORS DNI!!!! Okay, so it’s canon that the Captain is very strong right? ;3 AMAB reader/Captain with Engineer Mark!
Wordcount: 4k+
You want to fuck your head engineer, but you really shouldn’t.
You come to this conclusion one day as you’re just watching Mark go about his duties aboard the ship, talking with other crew while you wait for a report you need from him.
He’s all gentle smiles with a (mostly) sharp mind behind it, and it helps that he looks like an absolute snack, even in a beige flight suit, white turtleneck, and red beret.
"Captain?” You startle out of your thoughts, only now noticing that Mark is standing right in front of you, tablet in hand and a small frown on his face.
“Apologies, go ahead Mark.” He gives you a curious glance, but goes on to give you a brief overview of his report, before sending the full thing to your own tablet.
“Great, I’ll take a look at that in my own quarters, you’re dismissed.” Wanting to get some distance between you and him, as to perhaps avoid embarrassing yourself in any way, you quickly turn around, missing the furrow between Mark’s brow, created by your unusual abrupt dismissal of him.
In not too long you’re in your cabin, seated on the edge of your bed. You tug your gloves off and throw them and your tablet to the side, sighing as you put your head in your hands.
You have to squash whatever you’re feeling for Mark down, you can’t feel that way about him.
It’s unprofessional on so many levels, and though you would like to think that those stolen glances Mark sometimes took of you, (and that you’re certain he wouldn’t want you to notice), means something, you can’t fuck him.
Though you really want to, and you think he might feel the same.
“Fuck.”
Your door slides open just then, the computer announcing the arrival of just the man you had been thinking about.
In your hurry to get on your own, you had forgotten that the only other person with access to the captain’s quarters is Mark.
You hear the door sliding closed again, and some shuffling of feet.
“Captain, are you okay? You left rather quickly back there.”
“I’m fine, just.....” You don’t know what to say, letting the silence linger.
“Captain?” Mark asks, and you take a deep breath, looking up from your hands.
One of Mark’s arms is stretched out towards you, like he was about to touch you, but pulled back at the last second.
He looks so worried, and fucking hell, even now you can’t help but notice how good he looks. How handsome he is. How you care for him. How much you want to touch him, and have him touch you.
A few seconds go by, nothing being heard in the room except the gentle and ever present hum of the ship.
Fuck it.
Standing up abruptly, you stride forward with determination, causing Mark to back up.
His back hits one of the metal walls, and then you’re crowding into his personal space.
“Captain?!” The title is said in shock and with a tone of something you can’t quite place, and you don’t allow yourself to think about it before you are kissing him.
Mark lets out a squeak of surprise, drawing in a sharp breath as your lips press against his.
For a few painful seconds there is nothing, and then his hands are in your hair, knocking your captain's hat off in the process.
Relived as all hell, your hands come to rest on his hips as he kisses you back, eagerly pulling you against him. His beret falls to the floor, forgotten in seconds.
You lick along his bottom lip, and without hesitation his lips open, allowing you entry. His tongue comes out to meet your own, making you groan somewhere far back in your throat.
One of your hands shifts down from his hip to his thigh, then under his knee, gripping it and pulling it up so you can grind your hardening cock against his.
He moans against your mouth, rolling his hips up as well as he can, just balancing on one foot.
He keens under your touch, his hands in your hair tugging you back every time you try to end the kiss. He’s letting out small whimpers and moans, making your pants feel tighter by the second, but like this neither of you are getting enough friction.
Getting an idea, your second hand slides lower too, and with some maneuvering and the element of surprise, you have picked Mark up fully, all of his weight in your arms.
This causes him to break the kiss, winding his legs around your hips on instinct. He looks down between your bodies, moaning as your roll your hips against his once more, friction delicious, and just what you want.
“You okay with this?” You have to ask, even as you can feel his hard dick pressed against you with every roll of your hips.
“Yeah.” He’s a little breathless, and as you make eye contact with him he licks his lips. His hands have moved from your hair, one resting on your shoulder while the other plays with the hair at the nape of your neck.
You lean forward to kiss him again, capturing his lips with yours. You press him hard against the wall, causing Mark to moan into your mouth as you grind against him.
Pressed against the wall like this it is easy to get one of your hands free so you can start tugging down the zipper on his uniform.
You fumble with the zipper before Mark takes over, zipping it down to his belt without an ounce of hesitation. He shrugs out of the arms, and you find your fingers meeting bare skin on his upper arm. You move back slightly to look at him.
To your delight you discover that it’s not a proper or full turtleneck, but instead more of a tank top with a high neck.
“I don’t think that a tank top is part of the engineer’s uniform.”
“Well no, it’s not, but it can get rather hot when working on things, and sometimes sleeves get in the way so….”
“Mmhm.” You look him over, taking in how his broad chest is rising and falling with each breath, how the muscles in his arms flex as they rest on your shoulders.
“Why did you leave so abruptly earlier?” The timing of the question isn’t the best, but you don’t blame him for it.
So you decide to be honest with him.
“I was thinking about this.” Mark tilts his head, a light frown grazing his lips.
Time to be blunter.
“I was thinking about how much I wanted to fuck you, and how I really shouldn’t.”
“Oh.” A few beats where neither of you say anything. “Do you still want to?” You laugh, moving Mark to get a better grip on his thighs, your hard cock pressing against him again, making his breath hitch.
“What do you think?”
“I think I want you to fuck me.” He says it so matter of factly that it takes a few seconds for the words to catch up in your brain, and then you’re grinning. Mark huffs at you.
“What?” Your grin doesn’t fall as you ask.
“You look like the cat that just ate the canary.”
“I haven’t eaten you yet, but perhaps another time.”
“Another time?” Mark parrots, and you kiss his stubbled cheek.
“Yeah, if you’ll let me. Right now though, I just want to fuck you against this wall. You okay with that?” The answer you get is Mark pulling you in for another kiss and grinding down on you. You moan into his mouth.
Moving your hand so you’re just holding up Mark with one arm while pressing him against the wall, you start pushing at his belt. He seems to get the memo, and seconds later it falls to the floor.
This makes it so you can pull the zipper of his jumpsuit down that final little bit, and get your hand inside it, and on Mark’s cock. You press your hand against it, and Mark moans into your mouth. You stroke him through his boxers, and Mark breaks the kiss to lean his head back with a groan. You take the opportunity to kiss on the underside of his jaw, tracing the light stubble that covers it.
“I think the uniform needs an adjustment.” You murmur against Mark’s skin. You can hear him swallow as your lips dance along his neck, just on the edge of his turtleneck, your hand still on his cock.
“Oh?”
“Mhm, no more turtlenecks.” Mark laughs, and you find yourself smiling as you lean back so you can look at him.
“I’m serious, deep v-necks only from now on.” You try to scowl, to be the serious captain, but you can’t, instead starting to laugh alongside Mark.
“And I’m sure people would have no questions at all about that.”
“Oh, they would, but I’m the captain, so sometimes not everyone needs to know my reasoning. Plus, I don’t think we would want to tell them the reason is me wanting easy access to your neck and to show off what a mess I can make of your skin.” Mark flushes at your words, the hand on your neck squeezing.
“There’s one way to get easy access.” Your hand inside his flight suit stops as you wait for his idea, making him shift his hips. “Set me down, and I can get everything off.” A beat as he looks up and down at you. “And so can you.” You hum, giving him a once over as you pretend to think about it.
“I guess you got a point.” Gingerly, Mark unwinds his legs from around your waist, and with just a little help, he’s standing on two slightly unsteady feet. His flight suit immediately pools around him, and in seconds his turtleneck tank-top is wrenched over his head.
You can’t help but stare. You knew Mark looked good, but seeing it fully and not covered by his uniform is making your mouth water. You’re already thinking about where you can put your mouth next, and how you would like to map every inch of skin.
Your attention is turned back to the moment as Mark clears his throat, turning your attention upwards. He should look a little ridiculous with his flight-suit pooled around his feet, clad only in his underwear with messed up hair. But instead he only looks good, perfect even.
“Are you going to fuck me with that hot uniform on?” You blink a few times, and then your captain’s jacket joins your hat on the floor. Mark grins, and in only a few short moments you’re both naked.
Once again you crowd into Mark’s personal space and press him against the wall, but this time you’re met with a moan instead of a squeak of surprise. You put your hands on his hips as you lean in to speak in his ear.
“Jump.” He does as he’s told, and with ease you catch him, and his legs goes around your waist again. You grind against him and Mark almost seems to choke on thin air.
“Fuck, that has no right to be as hot as it is.”
“What, me being strong?” His neck now free from barriers, you take the opportunity to place kisses along it.
“You manhandling me.” Mark speaks towards the ceiling as he tilts his head to give you better access.
“It has its advantages.” You mutter against his skin right before starting to make a hickey. Mark groans, trying to move down against you as you do.
“Oh, fuck me.”
“Oh, believe me, I plan to.”
“Lube?” He pants, and you frown. You don’t want to put him down now that your hands are back on him, but fucking him dry is not an option.
Which leaves you with a bit of a conundrum.
But, you’ll manage.
You shift your hands, going back to having one hand on Mark, while the other is free, making extra sure your grip on him is solid.
“Captain?” He questions, and then you lean away from the wall, taking Mark with you. He gasps, arms and legs clinging to you for dear life.
“Holy shit.” You grin and chuckle as you slowly make your way over to your night stand. Somehow, with minimal bending of your knees you manage to get the drawer open and fish out the lube you keep there.
A few more steps, and you press Mark against the wall once more.
“You know, your bed was right there.” You hum, noising at the junction between his neck and shoulder, placing a kiss there.
“I know, but we established that we both find this hot. So now I’m going to fuck you against this wall. Understood?” It’s not really a question, because both of you know Mark’s answer, but you still feel him nod.
You hold up the bottle of lube between the two of you, waving it back and forth so Mark’s eyes fixate on it.
“Take it.” He frowns, but does as he’s told. You move your hand so your palm is upwards, fingers facing him. “Lube.” His eyes widen.
“You’re making me pour out lube for you?”
“It’s for the both of us, and I’m not making you do anything, but I’m not going to fuck you dry, sooooo...” You draw out the word, curling your fingers at him. You see him blush, and oh does that look lovely up close. Glad it's an easy one, Mark pushes the cap open with his thumb and pours lube onto your fingers and palm. He keeps the small bottle in one hand behind your neck as you grin at him and he swallows.
Your now wet hand travels between your bodies, briefly brushing against Mark’s thigh and cock, leaving a slick trail on his skin. Your hand travels down further still, fingers resting against Mark’s hole.
“Are you just going to just tease me?” Mark sounds impatient, but the effect is made almost charming as you can hear how breathless he is already, and you have barely touched him.
“Another time.” You push one finger in then, hearing Mark’s breath hitch, and seeing his eyes widen. You catch his lips with yours, wanting to feel him moan against you.
And moan he does.
For you discover to your delight that he is not one for being quiet as pleasure curses through his body with the demonstration of just what you can do with just your fingers.
You start with one, sliding it in and out of him at a slow pace as you kiss him. Feeling how he contracts around just the single digit, and knowing you will have to work him open for more.
And you are more than up to the task.
You add another when he tries to move down on your finger. You smile against his lips, and you feel him huff. You let your lips wander down the side of his neck as you adjust your grip on him, making his legs tighten around you even more.
“How in the fuck are you doing this?” He keens at the last words as you nip on his neck, thoughts already wandering to covering him in hickeys in all the places you can reach.
“I workout, and all that stuff. Worth it, don’t you think?”
“Fucking hell, yes!” He tugs at your hair with his free hand as you gently move your fingers slightly apart, accessing if he is ready for a third finger.
You decide he is, but you need more lube. So with the next move of your hand, you pull out of him completely, making him whine as you bring your hand up between you again. You shush him, and when he spots your hand, he is quick to give you more lube.
You waste no time now, thrusting three fingers inside of him seconds later. He groans, and you know it’s a bit of a stretch, but he pulls you in for a kiss, drowning his groans against your lips. Your tongue comes out to meet his, and it’s getting harder and harder to concentrate on anything else than how good he is feeling around and against you.
But, unfortunately, at least for you, your wrist is beginning to cramp.
So, you pull your fingers out of him. Using the lube that is still on your hand, you give yourself a few strokes.
Mark stops kissing you, but only to look down between your bodies. He licks his lips.
“Like what you see?” You tease. Mark looks up at you with wide eyes, nodding as he feels you line yourself up and press against his rim.
He moans as you push inside him, and you do too, loving how tight and warm he is around your cock. You don’t have to move a lot, gravity doing most of the work as Mark sinks down onto you.
As you bottom out inside of him, you hide your face in his neck. Well, it’s more to let Mark adjust to you, and moving your attention to kiss at his neck to keep yourself to fuck up into him at once.
He feels so good, and he flexes and moves against you as you start on a hickey. The lube bottle falls from his hand, sliding down your back as it falls to the floor, making you chuckle low to yourself at the feeling. Both of Mark’s hands are in your hair now.
“Fucking hell.” He’s not normally someone who swears a lot, so hearing your head engineer loosing control over his words like this, before you have even fucked him makes your cock twitch and a heat settle somewhere in your chest.
“Move.” The word is shout-whispered in your ear as Mark tugs at your hair.
Groaning, you do as he (and you) wish. Slow at first.
Just barely moving him up and down on your cock as Mark lets little noises fall from his lips. When he tries to hide them by putting a hand over his lips, you stop fucking him so you can tug it away and pin his arm for the briefest of moments. You lean back from marking his neck to look at him.
“Let me hear you.” He nods, breath labored and his hair plastered to his forehead.
Normally, you don’t keep your cabin any warmer than the rest of the ship, but now it feels at least several degrees hotter than any other room.
Even the reactor room can’t compare with how hot you feel as you fuck up into Mark, making him moan and whimper with every flex of your arms.
It gets even warmer when he starts to try to fuck himself down into your cock.
You take the hint, and speed up, your cock slipping in and out of his with wet sounds, hitting him deep every time as your quarters is filled with the sound of skin hitting skin.
You shift Mark in your hold, and that seems to send your cock into him at a new angle, as on the next thrust up he moans the loudest you have heard so far and shakes around you.
You grin against his shoulder, licking at a hickey you just made.
“That feel good?”
“Ahaaa, yes!” Mark tugs at your hair, and you find yourself kissing him as you fuck into him. It’s messy and uncoordinated, but fucking hell it’s so god damn hot you can’t find yourself to care. Not even as Mark bites your bottom lip a little too hard, making your lips bleed with the next rough trust from you.
You pull back, licking your lips in surprise, but you keep up the pace, not one to stop now. Mark grins sheepishly at you, licking his own lips as he tries to speak in-between moans.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t worry, you can make it up to me later.” His grin isn’t sheepish any longer, instead something twinkles in his eyes as he tilts his head.
“Is that a promise?” You lean forwards to whisper into his ear
“It’s whatever you want it to be.” Mark giggles, then moans as you hit his prostate again. You grin, still tasting the slight tang of blood on your lips, but you truly don’t care.
You dive in to kiss Mark again, already forgiven him, but making plans in the back of your mind of how he can make it up to you in the future.
It should be a little embarrassing how little time it takes for you to get close, but Mark feels so good that you can’t help this.
Not wanting to break the kiss to tell him, you instead shift so you’re once more just holding Mark up with one arm and pressed against the wall. Your hand goes to his cock, tugging as you want him to come with you.
Mark seems to understand, or perhaps he is just chasing his own pleasure. He fucks into your hand as your cock slides in and out of him, and in surprisingly few tugs, he is coming all over your hand and his own stomach. You groan against his mouth as he shakes apart around your cock, the feeling of that sending you over your own edge.
You cum hard, having to break the kiss to gasp, hiding your face against his neck as you fill him up with your cum. Mark grunts, one hand pressing your head against his neck as the other grips at your shoulder.
A few moments are spent like this. Mark being filled up by you, pressed against the wall for support as you both catch your breath.
It takes Mark muttering your name, your actual name instead of your title, to make you lean back and look at him.
“I think I should get down.” You nod, grunting as you pull him off you and help him to stand. You can’t help the little laugh as he almost topple over him before you support him. He glares at you, but the effect is somewhat ruined with how fucked out he looks. Neck and shoulder covered in hickeys you made, sweaty with your cum dripping down his thighs.
“Your fault.”
“Guilty as charged.” You lead him towards the bed and he goes willingly. He sits down on the edge and you follow so you’re kneeling between his legs. Your hands dance over his thighs as you press a kiss against the side of his lips.
“We should get cleaned up soon.” You hum, shifting to kiss all over his face.
“In a little bit, now I just want to keep you close.” Mark huffs, hands coming to rest at your shoulders.
“You could get up on the bed with me, it would get you a lot closer.”
“I suppose you got a point.” You get off your knees, getting into your bed, Mark is quick to follow. He tries to settle on his side next to you, but you pull him on top of you instead.
“I don’t think I can get much closer now.”
“No you can’t, plus, this way my cum is not leaking out on the sheets.” Mark groans into your chest as one hand comes to grope at his ass.
“You!” You grin at the ceiling, and Mark shifts so he leans on one hand, most of his weight still on you.
“Me.” You answer. You go to stroke away a lock of hair, but wince as something pulls in your wrist. Mark eyes it, frowning.
“Next time I think we should be more careful of your wrist, no matter how hot that was.”
“Oh, so you’re going to do all the work next time?” He reaches his tongue out at you, but you just grin at him as you lean up to get another kiss from him. “Worth it.” You mumble against his lips, Mark just huffs at your statement.
(When Gunther asks about your iced wrist the next morning, you just say you tripped as you can see Mark ducking his head in an attempt to hide a blush.)
