#markspeaks

[indiemcn]

@ragtagrunaways

The train ride was a long one, Mark had already been sat in the train car for over a day and was starting to climb the walls. He’d brought books to read, but there were only so many pages he could turn before his head started to hurt. Part of him regretted not just flying to his destination, but the train was supposedly more scenic. The door slid open and for a moment Mark’s breath caught in his throat, “Looks like it’s just us in here,” Mark commented, “you going far?”

[tangcrine]

closed starter for @ofmusingsxandmayhem​ based off this 

Mark looked down at the notification on his phone shocked when he saw who he had matched with. When he downloaded the app to his phone and filled out the matchmaking information the idea that it would match him with someone he already knew hadn’t crossed his mind. Much less had the thought of matching with one of his students. Mark had the mindset of just ignoring it, forgetting the app altogether and resuming his daily activities but he had obviously downloaded the app for a reason and the semester was technically over apart from grading. “Fuck it...” he said to himself under his breathe, the worst that could happen was he changed his mind and that wasn’t something he couldn’t do so it didn’t matter 

Mark: I’ll take this slightly awkward opportunity to tell you your final grade: B

[tangcrine]

@flvorescent​ based off this 

Mark had a long day, these conventions were draining and listening to people talk business to him all day was definitely not his favorite past time. He walked to his hotel room, finishing up his last business call of the day before pulling out his hotel key card to get into his room. When he got inside and spotted someone laying on his bed his first reaction was to be alarmed but the second was just perplexing. Why were they watching TV, wearing the hotels robe, in his room. “Excuse me, but I think you’re in the wrong room.”

[ofxcovexmuses]

location: king's bar for: closed for @violentdelightstheseviolentends (any muse)

Giving his drink a slow swirl, Mark took a sip of his now watered-down whiskey, grimacing a bit before replacing his class on the bar top. Sighing, he glanced around in search of any familiar face- after all, it was his personal motto that no one should drink alone. Especially not him, and especially not when the day had been as difficult as it had, with memories of all he'd survived flooding his mind and overtaking his senses more than once. "Hey, come here often?" He asked, finally breaking the silence surrounding him as he turned to the person on the stool next to him. "That probably came off terribly...Don't think I'm trying to pick you up or anything. Not that I wouldn't, I'm not saying....Wow, I'm batting zero here, don't you think?" Laughing, he felt a slight blush creep up his cheeks. "Let's try this again. How's your night going?"

[ofxcovexmuses]

location: ma's diner for: closed for @icarianed (any muse)

Sighing, Mark took a sip of his coke before grabbing a french fry from his plate, dragging it through the pool of ketchup he'd made before popping it into his mouth. Taking a glance out the window, he saw a figure he thought he recognized, and soon enough received confirmation when the very same walked themselves into the diner. Raising a hand, Mark flagged them down, gesturing to the empty seat in the booth across form him. "Hey, good to see ya!" He greeted, offering a small smile. "It's been a while. If you aren't meeting anyone, feel free to hang with me. I'd love to catch up."

[indiemcn]

@strikersunindie​

Taken prisoner against his will, Mark was in chains and pushed before the man behind his capture. Lance sat before him, an unearthly aura about him that sent a short chill down Mark’s spine. The men pushed him down to his knees as he was made to look up at his captor, “Why have you brought me here?” Mark asked, his voice low and dark as he all but hissed at the space between them. He had heard stories of how slaves were often treated, and he would not be broken down so easily. 

[indiemcn]

continued from here

@prince-arthur-rp​

Leaned against the bannister, Mark groaned as August sucked off of his cock, replacing his mouth with his hand as he gave Mark’s slick shaft a few tugs. A grin on his face as Mark’s fingers brushed against his own chest, grazing his nipples as the sudden loss of contact with the back of the man’s throat made him practically whimper until August stood at height. Their lips connected and immediately Mark could taste himself on the other’s tongue, slowly gliding his own past his lips and into August’s hungry mouth. “You give the best fucking head.” Mark whispered against the other, reaching between them to grip August’s cock as a smile bloomed on his face. “Why don’t you bend over the railing and let me get a taste of that tight little ass of yours.”

[indiemcn]

@mxrvelouscreations​

3C from here

The blonde’s hand fisted through Mark’s dark curls as he bucked his hips into the other. Pietro’s sprawled legs hugging his hips as Mark’s lips chased the other’s, his warm tongue exploring the expanse of the speedster’s mouth, groaning as wet skin slapped against wet skin - striking the man’s prostate with every thrust. Heat flushed through him as he groaned into the other’s mouth, sweat pooled between them as Mark held back his climax for the sake of the other’s pleasure.