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.
Day 21 of Kinktober is: breeding - Engineer Mark x amab reader. Heh, some amab captain and their lovely engineer :3
Also posted on AO3
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Wordcount: 1.3k+
Tags/warnings: breeding, Mark gets called breeder
As you sink fully inside of Mark with his legs wound around your waist, you pepper kisses all over his face, making him laugh when you nuzzle that sensitive spot behind your ear.
It’s one of the best sounds you know, barely behind the way he moans as you grind into him, his laughter cutting off. It makes heat pool in your stomach and your cock leaks, making you groan in response.
“Captain....” He whines, and oh, just another noise on the list of what you love hearing from him.
“What do you want, baby?” You speak against his skin, teeth nipping here and there followed by your tongue.
Mark goes quiet then, which is unusual for him. It’s unusual enough that you move so your weight is on your palms, looking down at Mark. Your worry is soothed as you see the blush spreading over his face and chest.
Oh.
Adorable.
You huff, a little bemused sound, and cup his cheek, stroking a thumb over it.
“Come on, I can’t read your mind Mark, no matter how much you believe in my abilities.” He opens his mouth a few times before he can get any words out.
“I want you to fuck me.” You raise a brow, giving a pointed look down to where your cock rests inside of him. “I mean I want you to fuck me, deep.”
“Babe, my cock is literally buried in your ass, ho-” You’re interrupted by Mark as he yanks you down for a messy kiss. You let out a surprised noise, startled by the suddenness of it, but you let Mark keep up the kiss.
He is the one who breaks it, panting against your mouth and clenching around you, making you rock your hips forward on instinct.
“I want you to breed me.” Mark’s voice is a whisper, but pressed this close there is no way for you not to hear it.
Hearing it sends any blood you might have had left in your head straight south. You’re sure Mark can fucking feel your cock twitch and leak inside of him, if the quiet little groan he lets out is any indication.
“Fuck, my baby wants to be bred, hm?” He nods vigorously, and you can’t help but grin as you kiss him deeply. Pressing your lips together as you grab at his thighs, kneading the firm muscles there.
“Want to be stuffed and bred? Want to be filled with my cum until you feel like you might burst?” You grind against him, not pulling out an inch, but letting Mark feel how perfect you fill him up already.
“Want to be a good little breeder and take all of me?” This time you pull out some, but only to thrust forward once, the slap it makes sounding like music to your ears.
“Please!” Mark cries out, pulling on your shoulders, what little amount of nails he has digging into the skin, surely to leave behind marks you can admire later.
“Don’t worry, you will get that, but I think you need some, rearranging, don’t you?” Before Mark can question you, you pull back, using your hold on his thighs to push them upwards.
You hook your arms underneath his knees, pushing them down as you lean forward. This leaves his feet sticking up into the air, his hands still on your shoulder. His mouth hangs open as you kiss his cheek, a whine escaping from his throat.
“There we go, a mating press for my perfect breeder.” Your cock has stayed inside of him during all this, but now you pull your hips back so some of it leaves Mark. But only for a brief moment, before you slide it back in, slowly. The two of you groan in tandem.
“Captain, please!”
“So impatient.” You tease, but you slide back out and then in, setting a slow pace to begin with. Mark moans loudly, a hand in your hair moving you to kiss him. You go along with it, your tongue licking over his bottom lip in seconds, and in the same short amount of time he opens your mouth for you.
Invading his mouth and his ass at the same time is making your head spin, and you can’t help as you speed up. The kissing is uncoordinated and messy, and so is your thrusts, but you don’t care. Neither does Mark, his noises very much muffled by your kisses, but you catch a few here and there that sounds like heaven.
What is muffled however, is the slick noise of you fucking into Mark, the lube and the pre-cum leaking from your cock making the slide in and out of him so easy.
Every so often he squeezes around you, making you lose your what little rhythm you have for a moment.
Eventually you break the kiss and shift so you can get your mouth on Mark’s shoulder, sucking and biting on what skin you can reach as your hips pumps in and out of him.
No longer muffled by your lips on his, the sounds Mark lets out is far from muffled. If anything he seems to become louder and louder with every passing second. (Making you very happy your cabin is soundproof.)
Not only does he sound good, he feels so perfect as you fuck him, taking you so well. He’s pressed in half, his ass at such a perfect angle for you to fuck into, and the fact that he asked you to fucking breed him makes heat build up in your whole body.
“You’re so perfect, my perfect little breeder. Mine to fill and breed.” Mark’s hand tugs on your hair again, clearly wanting you to kiss him again, but you’re too occupied with making a hickey on the side of his neck. You hear a barely there whine, and then feel a hand sneak down between your bodies and push lightly at your chest.
For a moment you’re confused, but you move backwards slightly, but not by much and you don’t stop fucking him. Any confusion is cleared up as you feel quick and familiar up and down movements start between you. You smirk against Mark’s neck, and he whines again.
“Going to make yourself cum and my cock, are you baby?” A breathless hum is all the response you get, and it only makes you feel hotter. Pleasure zips up your spine, the sound and feel of him pushing you closer and closer to orgasm.
“Good, be a good little breeder for me baby, and cum on my cock as I fill you up.” You keep your voice low, though it’s not the steadiest with how you’re fucking into Mark and with how close you are yourself.
Mark hardly seems to notice or mind though, as seconds later he cums with a cry of your name. He can’t really arch his back pressed down as he is, but it certainly feels like is trying to.
Hearing him cum, feeling him twitch, and the way he fucking becomes so tight around your cock sends you over the edge too. You hear Mark gasp as you bury yourself all the way to the hilt, stilling inside of him as you cum, making sure every drop gets inside of him as you moan against his neck.
For a few moments, all that can be heard inside your cabin is the two of you panting, catching your breath.
Shifting, you kiss Mark’s cheek, moving so his legs can get back down on the bed. You gently massage his thighs as he stretches, taking in how good he looks with his stomach covered in his cum with yours leaking slowly out of him.
Not even thinking about it, you push a finger inside of him, pushing some of the escaping cum back into him.
“A good breeder keeps what he is given.” You tease, and it reignites the blush that decorated Mark’s face so beautifully earlier.
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.”
Mark’s legs around your waist pulls you closer, causing your cock to rub against his, making you draw in a sharp breath. Your fingers inside of him keep their slow pace, stretching him so nice for you
“Oh, someone is getting impatient.” You tease, scattering kisses over Mark’s chest.
“Captain..... Captain.” Mark whines, and holy hell, the sound of that flies straight to your cock.
“Yes Mark?” You keep your mouth on his chest, closing around one nipple, making him buck up against you and his hands fly into his hair.
“Fuck.”
“If you ask nicely.” Mark tugs on your hair, and you let yourself be pulled into a kiss. Mark’s hands in your hair are desperate, and his hips rolling down onto your fingers are much the same. You know what he wants, but it is a lot more fun to get him to say it.
He only breaks your kiss so he can speak against your lips. They are so close that they almost touch with every word.
“Cap, I want, I want- hng!” Your fingers hit his prostate then, and can’t help but smirk as his back arches off the bed.
“What do you want, baby? You know you only get what you want if you ask for it. Or rather, beg for it.” A whine, then a moan as your fingers speed up slightly inside of him. You move down again, this time tilting his head backwards with a hand in his hair so you can kiss over his neck with ease.
Your cock almost aches with the need to be inside of Mark, but you also love hearing how affected he gets with just your fingers and mouth.
“Fuck, shit.” One of his hands shifts to grab at your shoulder, seeming to not know whether to push you away or pull you closer.
“I want you, I want you.”
“You already have me.” You stop covering his neck in kisses, moving up to his face again so you can place a light kiss on his cheek.
“Not enough, not enough.” His eyes are a little glassy, you can feel him clench around your fingers, and when you glance down for a moment you can see how his cock dribbles pre-cum against his stomach.
“Come on baby, you can do better than that.” Mark licks his lips, eyes flicking all over your face as you simply look at him, awaiting his response.
“Fuck, okay, shit, I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me with that fucking amazing cock of yours, I want you to make me cum, I want you to come inside of me!” Almost out of breath, he pants, looking up at you with utter want filling his eyes.
You expect yours are much the same.
You pull your fingers out of him, uncapping the lube bottle, dumping some in your hand before coating your cock with a few strokes. You push at Mark’s legs so the unwind from around your waist, making it easier for you to line yourself up with his hole.
You try to sink gently inside of him, but Mark isn’t having any of it, legs back around your waist and his hands on you pulling you in close fast.
You sink to the hilt with ease, and you groan, dropping your head on Mark’s shoulder as you do so.
“Baby, fuck. You’re so warm and perfect on my cock.”
“Please, please, please move.” Hearing those sweet words, or rather, pleas, coming from his mouth, makes you do just that.
A few slow thrusts first, just letting yourself feel how he clings to you. Mark’s hands dance over your back before they grip you hard. You’re sure if he had long nails your back would be covered in scratches already.
“More, more, more, fuck, please!” Mark chants, and you’re quick to oblige. You speed up, but keep your movements shallow, the way Mark holds you, his heel digging into your ass keeps you from moving far. Not that you would want to, not when he feels and sounds like this.
You kiss him as he tugs on you in almost any way he can. His moans and whimpers sound so good even muffled by your kiss, and it only fuels your movements, keeping them quick.
You’re almost rutting against Mark at this point, not that he seems to care, as he is now getting what he wanted. And you certainly were as well.
You shift your hips ever so slightly, and by the way Mark throws his head back and almost screams, clues you into the fact that you hit his prostate. Taking the opportunity presented to you, you move down to start sucking hickeys all over his neck as you try to hit that same angle over and over again.
You’re not successful with every thrust, but it hardly seems to matter, as Mark keeps moaning and filling the room with his pleas.
“Fuck, please, please, touch me, fuck, touch meeee!” He almost whines, and it’s the perfect mixture of cute and hot. You’re half tempted to let him beg some more, but with how close you can feel yourself getting with how he clenches around you and writes underneath, you quickly circle a hand around his cock.
His cock is dripping with pre-cum, and you use that to lube up your hand so you can start jerking him off with some speed. You try to match the pace of your own trusts as best as you can.
It takes less than a minute for Mark to scream your name as he spills all over your hand. The scream is quickly followed by moans as you let go of his cock to put full focus into chasing your own pleasure.
You fuck into his clenching hold, and with a final thrust and bite to his neck, you cum, filling him up.
“Fu-cuk.” Mark whimpers, tightly gripping onto you.
You sorta collapse on top of him after you cum, coming down from your high with your cock still resting inside of him. For a few minutes, neither of you say anything, both of you just catching your breaths.
You roll off him, your now soft cock slipping out, making Mark let out a little noise as he feels com of your cum slip out of him.
“Fuck baby, that was....” You don’t even think you have words, so you turn your head to look at Mark instead.
“Yeah....” He smiles at you, turning over onto his side, letting light fingers dance over your chest. Your heart flutters at the touch, so you can’t help but pull him into yet another kiss, which he accepts with a happy grin.
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Honestly, you hadn't meant for it to be anything else than a quick round of jerking off.
It was kind of hard these days to have anything else, since your boyfriend had been shrunken down, (through some universe shenanigans you're not even sure of), to about the size of your head when he's fully standing up.
He sleeps in your room still, but now on a makeshift bed made of an old pillow and a cut up blanket, sitting on top of your nightstand.
So you have had to resort to jerking off when you wanted to get off. Which isn't bad, but most times you preferred to get off with Mark. Or get Mark off.
Same thing.
Which is why, you were not surprised when a breathy "Mark" made its way out of your mouth as you let your hand stroke your cock.
What you were surprised by however, was the barely audible "Hi Captain." That it got in return. You had whipped your head around, spotting a grinning Mark leaning on his side.
You could have sworn he had been asleep.
All of this leads you to Mark kind of on top of your cock, being held steady by one of your hands. You had insisted it wouldn't work, but Mark had insisted, rather intently, that at least the tip would fit.
And he was actually right.
So your other hand works over your shaft, as Mark rolls his hips against the thumb that you had placed over his crotch. He can't move down on you anymore, both from you not letting him, but also because it literally isn't physically possible
"Fuck, Mark, I'm gonna, I'm gonna, fuck..."
"Inside, inside!"
"You can't, I can't-"
"Yes, yes, yes, you can!" Mark sounds so desperate, and fuck, it's way hotter that it has any right to be. Even in such a small form he sounds so perfect, and it's enough to send you over the edge.
"Mark! Ah!" You cum, hard, and for a moment you have the delirious idea that Mark might fucking shoots of your dick as you do so.
Luckily he doesn't. Instead he cums himself against your thumb, his leaking cock so cute as he covers the digit with his cum.
After a few moments you can actually see his stomach extend, and a few seconds later he tips forward into your hand, whimpering as cum starts leaking out from him and down over your cock.
You lift him off your cock, gently laying him down next to your head as you both catch your breath.
Shifting to lay on your side minutes later, you gently poke Mark's slightly swollen stomach with one finger. He moans, his dick twitching as he grins up at you.
"I feel absolutely stuffed.... In like, the best way." You think you can spot a light blush on his cheeks, and you smile down at him.
"You look like it too. It's rather hot actually....." You let your finger drag against his dick for a moment.
"Filled like a boston crème donut." You let out a suffering groan, falling on your back.
"It was hot, but you ruined it now, fuck." Mark laughs, and despite yourself, you can't help but join him.
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MINORS DNI!!!! <3 Event closed!
Honestly, this had not been why you came here.
You only came to see why Mark was late for the lunch date you had agreed to have in your office.
And you had found him working on some sort of machine (you can’t remember what kind, nor is it important), upper part of his jumpsuit tied around his waist, arms flexing as he had loosened something with a wrench.
All of that had, somehow, led to you in his lap, your own jumpsuit unzipped and pooling around your waist as Mark presses the handle of his wrench against your clit.
The metal is warmed by Mark’s earlier hold, so it’s not cold, but how solid and hard it is makes you gasp.
You clamp a hand over your mouth to stifle the sounds you make, and Mark chuckles as he grinds the wrench against you more, his bulge pressing against you from underneath you.
For the prompts, if possible, “Think about what you’re doing” with ISWM/Actor Mark and Captain!
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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.
