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[swtheartz]

thinking about an alternate mark whose first and only objective in the invincible war is to get to you. you were his first love - his only love, and he's missed you desperately...

in your universe you were too nervous to make a move and now it's too late since mark and eve are basically meant for each other... so when chaos hits and all the invincible variants come to wreak havoc and mark rushes to make sure you're safe, you don't understand why he's not out there saving the world with eve.

you're in his suffocating embrace when you ask him this and he stiffens briefly, before pulling away to look down at you. his eyes so full of adoration and he asks: "who's eve?"

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breaking up with mark doesn’t work. he gets so worried about you, he’s so off balance without your presence, he shows up late at night at your window looking like a kicked puppy left in the rain. :( you don’t really have a choice when it comes to him. even if he manages to “accept it,” he shows up months later at your door under the guise of a wellness check. . . the other variants aren’t so nice when it comes to you, though.

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crybaby mark grayson who sniffles and whimpers every couple of seconds when you’re giving him a handjob. his tip flushes a pretty shade of red, he can’t stop his hips from bucking, and every time you tell him to stay still he apologizes with a voice crack. . . do not give this man a blowjob, he will absolutely sob. if you think he doesn’t like it, you’re dead wrong because the moment you pull away he’s sputtering out more sorry’s, begging you not to stop because he was close. he is absolutely the type to overstimulate himself and still not be satiated i need to make him whimper. @lxkoluvsu // this is ur fault btw

[swtheartz]

“ SWEETNESS, ”

silas

he / any pronouns

NSFW blog ; proceed with caution !

alt blog due to the fact i cannot follow people on here : @hvnweeps

recent works healer reader & their variants I m. grayson mean healer reader & their variants I m. grayson obsessive sinister m. grayson

“ I WAS ONLY JOKING WHEN I SAID, I’D LIKE TO SMASH EVERY TOOTH IN YOUR HEAD. ”

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i think i’m going to cry tumblr just deleted some of my favorite posts but it’s okay because i’m making more for you guys i pinky promise

[swtheartz]

info : AFAB!reader but no gender mentioned, reader is a healer, spit kink, dacryphilia, cunninglingus mentioned, blowjobs mentioned, sexual content, they’re all freaks

a / n : i’m gonna start tagging people in my posts so if u wanna be tagged?? lmk!!!!! also hi lx :3

each version of mark has their own unique healer. their dynamics with each other are all so vastly different—all of them think theirs is the best. they’re annoying about it, too, all obsessed with their versions of reader. none of them would have it any other way.

mainstream mark is so casual about it. their relationship is by far the most normal one. a little unofficial, sure, but it’s not like he cares. in his mind, you’re not going anywhere and he isn’t either.

“i, uh, just usually go to them after a fight. it’s not always on purpose, just. . . just sometimes. it’s weird, but they don’t have to heal by touching me. i’m not elaborating on that.”

no goggles mark is definitely one of the weirder ones. laughs about it, is excited to talk about it.

“oh! dude, i love it when we fight. usually ends up with them under me. it’s funny, actually—eating them out works just fine whenever they don’t wanna heal me. pussy juice of life, i swear-”

“they don’t have to heal with their hands,” viltrumite mark looks thoughtful, genuinely thinking about it. his relationship with his version of you is mundane, if anything. they’ve got their own quarters in the viltrum empire, and well. . .

“i prefer their mouth.” he admits, arms crossed over his chest.

omni mark can’t help but scoff. “we don’t fight. i get hurt sometimes, and they heal me.”

“you don’t fight? what’s the fun in that? like, seriously. do you guys even fuck??”

“. . . i prefer it when they cry,” omni mark hums, almost prideful with the way he says it.

they’ve all got their own preferences—whether it be them eating you out, making you cry on their dick, or sloppy makeouts—they get healed one way or another.

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⋆. 𐙚 ˚ NSFW / Pathetic childhood bestfriend!Mark Grayson headcanons :

• Pathetic Mark Grayson who cries at you for sex, he cries and cries hugging your legs until he hears that “Ok fine!”

• Pathetic Mark Grayson who literally suggest to do stuff that he sees in porn videos.

• Pathetic Mark Grayson who can’t last much when you wrap your lips around his dick.

• Pathetic Mark Grayson who begs to try unprotected sex because he saw somewhere that it feels better; You let him hit it raw and he did not last, what a surprise. He couldn’t stop saying “Fuck! S-sorry—Sorry—Sorry” as he watched his cum drip from your cunt.

• Pathetic Mark Grayson who was a bit too eager to clean up with his toungue the mess he made on you.

• Pathetic Mark Grayson that gets so pussy drunk he makes a mess of your sheets and can’t stop mumbling sweet praises as he eats you out.

• Pathetic Mark Grayson that often lets you take the lead in sex because he can’t.

• Pathetic Mark Grayson that cannot handle when you don’t let him cum just yet, he cries every time.

• Pathetic Mark Grayson who thanks you everytime you indulge him and let him get his way with you.

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Ok but mohawk mark 100% gets a tattoo of your name over his crotch and thinks it’s the sexiest thing ever and he would be so gross about it then just randomly hip thrust in your direction while naked like a loser and you want to kill him

you wanna hate it so bad but it’s genuinely all you can stare at sometimes when you’re giving him head or when he’s fuckin you on your back and horny brain is like “yeah that shit is mine”

you just gotta worry about him trying to get you to tattoo his name above your own crotch bc with his logic it’s something like:

“It’s got my name on it therefore it’s mine >:)”

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I can totally see Mohawk Mark have both male and female y/n by his side, smirking and all that. One y/n (your choice) is just confused by the whole situation while the other is like super interested 😉😉 like finger going down his chest interested

No problem, yeah Mohawk Mark is definitely one of the flirtiest, he has two hands, why not fill them both

[swtheartz]

twin you need your coochie ate for this oh my gosh

More bff!mark content please I BEG YOU

(Bonus points if it’s smut)

absolutely anon! MDNI

𝐁𝐅𝐅! 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 | your first time together gets ruined by sex pollen

note: this is rlly shitty mb i just wanted to write some dirty freaky nasty smut

warnings: corny sex pollen trope, afab/fem! reader, unprotected sex, slightly rough sex, tummy bulging, marathon sex, cum eating, sloppy gross makeout im sorry

bff! mark who always pictured your first time together as this slow and sensual moment where he confessed his deepest desires. he imagined himself taking his time - kissing up and down your body until you're putty in his hands... until you are so pliant and needy and breathless. he always knew he wanted to massage the fat of your thighs, the same ones he practically drools over whenever he has the pleasure of getting to see you in shorts. he knew he wanted to play with your tits; he was desperate to find out how sensitive they were. always wondering if he could make you come just from sucking on them. all and all, mark knew for his first time he wanted it to be special. unfortunately, the universe had other plans.

bff! mark who goes on some random mission cecil sends him on one hot summer day. he expects to be there and back by the days end, and he was. the alien creature that was disturbing some beach goers was shockingly easy to defeat. the only thing he wasn't expecting was the sweet gas it let out upon its death that left mark woozy. his flight home was a blur - he couldn't remember the plane he narrowly missed or the flock of birds he frightened. all he could think about was getting home. not to his - but yours.

bff! mark who stumbles through your bedroom window - not before flying right into it first. you were surprised it didn't shatter from the impact. you jump upon hearing the loud thunk of his body hitting the glass before running to your window to see mark in a daze on the ground below. your friend rips his mask off in an attempt to orientate himself and you call out to him. he shakes himself awake, floating back up and gliding into the now open window.

bff! mark who is not acting right. he's sweaty and jittery and completely out of it. he can barely form a sentence let alone a thought - unless it has to do with nestling his cock deep in your pussy. it takes you an embarrassing amount of time to realize what is happening. at first you think he must've lost too much blood - all though he looks pristine all things considered. your hands search over the fabric of his suit, trying to feel for what your eyes are obviously missing as mark all but hangs onto you. your palm skims over the ridges of his abs while your other arm shakes from supporting his weight on yours. he digs his face deep into your neck upon the invasion of your hand on his abdomen - his body practically vibrating under your attention as he lets out a soft moan. "mark, talk to me. what happened?" you ask, desperate to discover what has your best friend acting like this. the only response you get is his raspy breath in your ear. your skin tingles from his heat on you and you struggle to keep the both of you up right.

you guide the two of you to your bed, setting mark down on the plush fabric of your comforter causing him to slump over. he groans from the loss of contact - his eyes squeezing shut while his mouth pleads for you. "i need you, please," he begs. his arms feeling heavy as he reaches out for you and his whole body shakes, like he was suddenly in pain.

"mark what happened?" you ask, grabbing his hand that was lamely searching for your body. he wastes no time dragging you down beside him - suddenly having no issue finding his strength.

"please," he sobs, pulling you flush against him. "it hurts when i can't feel you," he admits which only leaves you more confused.

"i don't understand, mark," you tell him. his eyes shoot open and it's then you notice how large his pupils are. "jesus mark..." you gasp at the sight, his eyes almost completely taken over by the blacks of his pupils. "we need to call cecil," you tell him and he groans.

"don't need cecil... i need you," his bottom lip quivers and his hands abandon you as he searches for a way to get his suit off. you watch your friend struggle with the suit he wears every day - desperately grabbing at the fabric before ultimately deciding to rip it off. you hear the tear loud in your ears as he rips it down the center, exposing his glistening skin and a whole lot more underneath.

"mark, oh my god," you cough out, not before looking away upon the realization he is completely naked underneath. you can tell he is struggling ridding his limbs of the tight fabric from the way the bed shifts under his weight.

"i think we really need to call cecil," you tell him shyly, refusing to look over at him. you hear him groan again - much more childish then before. he's getting frustrated - and desperate. his hand reaches for yours and you jump at the contact.

"c'mere" he practically whispers, pulling you by your hand back into him. you close your eyes when your head makes contact with his chest - terrified of seeing your friend's naked body in such a vulnerable state. you can tell he successfully freed himself from his suit by the soft skin of his legs rubbing against your own - clad in only your sleep shorts. you lay tense beside him, unwilling to move which just wont do.

bff! mark who pulls your body onto his. he picks you up like you weigh nothing just to plop the fat of your ass against his dick. you're rigid against him, realizing you can feel his dick throbbing against the curve of your rear. "fuuuuuuuck," he lets out, his own body relaxing after finally getting an inch of the attention he's been needing.

"mark," you can barely get out, swallowing roughly while you feel your best friend rock steadily against you. his precum wicks against the fabric of your shorts and you feel the cold, wet fluid on your right cheek. "mark... what are you doing," you ask him - unsure if he even knows. he doesn't respond, just grunts while bucking pathetically against you and you feel terrible for taking note of just how big he is - but how could you not? it had sprung out of his suit painfully red and stiff and here he is rubbing it on you. you begin to grow dizzy from the realization of what was actually happening to you: mark, your best friend, the guy you grew up with and had a painfully pathetic crush on is hot and bothered underneath you, of all people. while you're deep in thought, he shifts, grabbing the base of his dick and shoving it into the right leg hole of your shorts before continuing to rock - savoring the feeling of his cock sandwiched between your shorts and underwear. you're speechless - utterly confused yet entirely turned on. you feel guilty - sure that mark has absolutely no clue who you even are at this point.. that is until he grunts out your name which causes your eyes to open. you look down at him, his usual doe brown eyes are black and his mouth is slack from looking up at you in awe. his hips start to pick up pace upon seeing your eyes on him - his body burning for more.

bff! mark who can't wait anymore. he needs to be inside you. "in.. in.. in.." he's chanting, moving your body as he pleases without so much as a struggle. he flips you around until you're beneath him, his toned body resting just above yours. you can practically feel his heat wafting off of him - threatening to cook you alive. his eyes are still glued to yours - like they're the only things he wants to look at. they're intense which causes you to look away, now focusing on his wide shoulders encompassing you. you feel oddly safe underneath his strong body before an overwhelming wave of arousal ripples down you. he shivers above you - his whole body shuddering like he felt the exact same sensation as you just now. he reaches down - ripping your shorts and panties in one go - freeing them from your body and giving him access to where he wants the most. his hand reaches down to check if you're ready for him and you both gasp at what he finds. his warm fingers explore your cunt - running his calloused pads against the velvety skin that is slick with your desire for him. it's almost like his brain has a moment of clarity - like he knows its his first time seeing your cunt and he should take the time to savor this moment - to feel your walls snug against his digits but that goes as quickly as it comes and he's back to his mission of getting his dick as deep inside you as possible.

bff! mark who all but forces his way in. he's on autopilot - plunging his tip past your entrance and sinking himself in. he can feel your pussy resisting his girth and a whine catches in his throat. "mark.." you cry out softly, "go slow... please," he hears you and normal mark would rather die than hurt you. normal mark would have taken hours to prep you for him to ensure when he finally sunk into your warmth that you would be ready for him. but this wasn't normal mark - this was mark high on something and the only cure for it was his tip kissing your cervix. he continues pushing himself deeper and deeper and your body has no choice but to accept him completely. you're uncomfortably full when he reaches the hilt and he breathes out a sigh of relief. you sniffle below him and instead of pulling out and apologizing until his vocal chords fry he only reaches down to kiss the tear streaming down your cheek.

"d'you feel me?" he can't help but ask... god do you feel him? he can see himself poking through your tummy! "s'sooooo good," he murmurs, dragging his dick out of your gummy walls, only to shove himself back in. he's hypnotized, watching how when he inches out the bulge disappears - only to reappear when his cock slides right back in.

"mark -god," you cry, feeling his veiny cock drag against your walls, each drag sweeter than the last as your body gets used to his intrusion. your winces turn into whines that mark catches in his mouth. his lips are soft against yours and they feel like the missing piece to your puzzle. you move your lips against his and he sinks down lower, resting on his elbows. your bodies rub against each other as mark fucks you. you can feel every bump of his perfect abs and smooth pecs beneath the fabric of your tank top. the same tank top that has ridden up your body from each snap of hips that fuck you into your sheets. you reach behind mark, running your palms down his muscled back - enjoying the feeling of the individual muscles moving as he guides himself in and out of your sweet cunt.

bff! mark who you realize can last for hours. he's been fucking you for what seems like an entire day - failing to run out of steam - or even cum. he's fucked you in every position imaginable. you've been on your back, on your stomach, your knees, your side, on him....

you two only have the sounds of your pussy - stuffed full of his cum - to listen to. the squishy sounds bounce off the walls of your bedroom and into your ears. the sweet snap of his hips punish your g-spot repeatedly - his full weight on top of you, his cock slipping inside of you from behind. by this point you are more out of it than mark, who by his fourth orgasm is finally starting coming back down to earth.

"i always knew you would feel this good," he huffed out, breath hot in your ear while his tongue reaches out to lick the ridges of your earlobe. you can't speak at this point, the only thing on your mind is the rhythmic plap plap plap of his hips against yours. both of you are covered in each other's arousal - spreading it all over every time your skin meets. his v-line is drenched in your sticky arousal and he doesn't think his body could look any better than this.

"you still with me?" he asks you, calling you by your childhood nickname. he chuckles to himself when you don't respond to him, still just focused on his fat tip reaching places you didn't know existed. he's been in his right state of mind about two orgasms from you ago, but instead of that causing him to stop - he realized he only gets one time to give you a good first impression. and he was definitely going to give you a good one if he could help it.

bff! mark who doesn't hesitate to eat his cum out of you once everything is said and done. what can he say? nothing in this world could taste better than the flavor of you both connecting in the most intimate way possible. his tongue drags and slurps against you while you twitch and cry. of course he's eating you out from behind, ensuring his nose teases your entrance while his tongue flicks on your little clit. you're laying flat on your stomach, face buried in one of your pillows from the overwhelming feeling.

when he finally comes up he's drenched - lower face coated in your mixture and he pulls your head up to give you a sloppy kiss. ensuring you, too, get the essence of the both of you on your face.

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him refusing to remove a piece of jewelry that reader gifted to him (ie : a bracelet, a necklace, maybe even a promise/wedding ring) the same way that odysseus refused to move that fuck ass bed when he says that he’s not the same man reader fell in love with

some variant of mark and reader who have such a complex relationship that is simply can’t be described, and their song is ‘would you fall in love with me again?’ from epic.

i absolutely cannot let go of this idea please tell me i’m not crazy for this.

[swtheartz]

some variant of mark and reader who have such a complex relationship that it simply can’t be described, and their song is ‘would you fall in love with me again?’ from epic.

i absolutely cannot let go of this idea please tell me i’m not crazy for this.

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hnnnnggg,,, thinking about a reader who in every reality no matter how shitty or fucked up Mark is she just loves him so much she can’t imagine leaving him or abandoning him like yeah he just destroyed a city and killed millions and he’s covered in viscera but he holds you so gently and kisses you so sweetly and yeah he is the worst person alive but how could you hate someone that treats you with such kindness and loves you SO much he’s willing to do literally anything for you

like tbh if I had mohawk mark or viltrumite mark laying waste to entire cities and then groveling at my feet like a fucking dog begging for attention I fear I would fold !!

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they match each other’s freak

Kind of wondering what Mark truly feels about alien!reader because no way does this man just let her do what she does without being a little obsessed himself

Oh, Mark? He's a total yandere for her.

People think she’s the obsessed one? Nah. She’s just open about it. She makes it obvious that she’ll burn the universe down for him. But Mark? Mark is just as bad—he just hides it better.

At first, he thought he was normal. He thought, “Okay, she’s weird, but she’s hot, she’s cute, and she loves me. No big deal.”

And then he realized.

Realized that he doesn’t like it when she’s far away from him. That he hates the idea of her being with anyone else. That the very thought of losing her makes him physically sick.

And when someone even looks at her wrong?

He feels it. That burning, suffocating rage.

He’s always been protective, yeah, but with her? It’s worse. Because he knows—she doesn’t need him to protect her. She’s stronger than him. Scarier than him.

But that doesn’t change anything.

He still wants to keep her close. Still wants to keep her to himself.

When people say he “lets” her do what she wants?

Nah. There’s no “letting.”

Mark wants her to be like this.

Wants her obsessed. Wants her possessive.

Because deep down?

He’s the same.

He doesn’t question it anymore. Doesn’t ask why she fixes things, why she refuses to let him go. Because part of him? Loves it. Loves that she’s so attached.

He hates when she leaves his side. Even if it’s for a second. When she wanders off, he goes looking for her. (At first, he told himself it was just because she might get lost. Then he realized… nah. He just doesn’t like being apart from her.)

If she ever actually left him? It would destroy him. Not in a “he’d move on eventually” way. No. In a “he would rip apart entire galaxies just to get her back” way.

His kids notice. They see how he looks at her. They know their dad would kill for their mom without hesitation. (They respect it.)

If anyone ever tried to take her? He would lose his mind. Like, actual full-on rampage, nothing left standing, entire planets wiped out kind of rage.

He doesn’t even try to fight it anymore. He just lets himself be obsessed. Lets himself belong to her completely. Because, at the end of the day?

She’s his. And he’s hers. Forever.

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How would alien!reader be once mark becomes the viltrumite emperor?

She’s still with Mark. Of course, she is. Where the hell else would she be? She’s obsessed with him. Always has been, always will be. There’s no universe where she lets him go.

Their kids? All grown up now. Still adorable little freaks, still worship her like she’s a literal god. (Which, let’s be real, she kinda is.) They inherited her looks, her instincts, and that whole creepy-but-cute thing she has going on. They love Mark, obviously, but their real loyalty is to their mom. If she told them to burn a planet down, they’d do it without blinking.

And her? She’s different now.

No more playing dumb. No more broken English. That was cute while it lasted, but she doesn’t need to act like some clueless alien anymore.

She speaks perfectly now.

And the way she acts? Completely different.

She’s not that weird, clingy little thing Mark found anymore. Now? She carries herself like the goddamn Queen she is. She’s graceful, terrifying, and always watching.

And yeah—bikini. Always.

Mark tried to get her to wear actual clothes at some point, but she laughed in his face. She hates clothes, always will. Too restrictive. Too stupid. She wears the bare minimum and dares anyone to say something.

Mark’s Emperor of Viltrum now. Big deal. She doesn’t care. He’s always been her Emperor. The only difference is now everyone else has to acknowledge it too.

And her? Yeah, she’s his wife. His Queen. His immortal, overpowered, terrifyingly devoted wife.

She takes care of him.

And I mean, really takes care of him.

If she feels him aging? She fixes it.

If he so much as feels sore after a fight? She erases the damage.

Mark is not allowed to weaken. Not allowed to age. Not allowed to die.

And he hates it at first. He doesn’t wanna be some immortal being. He doesn’t wanna be kept alive forever.

Too bad.

She never asked.

She just did it.

Because in her head? He belongs to her. And she refuses to let time take him away.

Eventually, he just accepts it. Because he loves her too much to fight her on it forever.

She’s still the best mother ever.

Doesn’t matter that their kids are fully grown, probably terrifying, and could wipe out civilizations if they wanted. To her? They’re still her babies.

And they know it.

She still touches them, still pets their hair, still hums lullabies while braiding it. (Mark has walked in on fully grown warriors sitting patiently while she plays with their hair. He does not understand it. At all.)

The worst part?

They listen to her over Mark.

He’s the Emperor of Viltrum, goddammit, but if she says something different? They follow her.

Mark: “Go handle that mission.”

Them: “Mom said we should rest today.”

Mark: “I SAID GO.”

Them: “Mom said no.”

It drives him crazy.

Nolan finds it hilarious. (We keep him alive ok?)

She’s a housewife, sure. But she’s still her.

She cooks, cleans, makes their home perfect. But she also hunts, rips creatures apart with her bare hands, and rearranges planets when she feels like it.

She nests. Constantly. She makes sure everything is safe, everything is warm, everything is exactly how she wants it.

She’s always touching Mark. Always.

If she’s not wrapped around him, something is wrong.

She still clings to him like she’s claiming him all over again. And honestly? She is.

Because he’s hers. Forever.

And she will never let anyone forget it.

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i read your mark biting fic a while back nd didn't realize it was you ♡ (´ー`*) much love to your work ! i'm sorry if you don't take random messages in your inbox lmao !!

ahhh !! so happy that people love my stupid little fics and drabbles, that one’s one of my more popular and favorite ones. i lovee your writing, your fics are so cuteee !!!!!

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𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵 𐙚 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 | mark grayson x gender neutral reader

love mail — 2 in a row... maybe it IS coming back to me.... a tad experimental — got a lot kissing / slightly suggestive so please bear w me ! i've never done this before, can you tell (;つД｀) NEW LAYOUT WHO THIS

maybe it was the booze,

maybe it was the shitty mission prior to tonight,

it could even be the fact mark forgot his powerbank at home— which meant his phone was dead,

but seeing a hand that isn't his on your waist was really starting to piss mark off.

college has been fun. mark's made a bunch of friends, he's at one of the biggest parties of the year, hell — he's got an amazing partner, but that amazing partner was currently having some random get all handsy after rejecting their advances all night. oh hell no.

he can hear your panicked heartbeat, the familiar rhythm is impossible to miss. so his body moves before his mind even gets a chance to think, not that it matters. it would probably come up with much worse things to do.

"babe," mark swoops in, appearing behind you out of nowhere. he finds immense joy in forcefully pushing off the dirty hand off of you, noticing how your heartbeat begins to relax at his presence. (feeds his still-kind-of-teenage boy ego but regardless..) "you got a minute?" his smile is sweet, but you can see the strain, the frustration in his eyes.

you don't even get to answer, just stutters of protest coming from the strange man and your boyfriend pulling you away — unknowingly fighting the urge to just throw you off his shoulder, but regardless.. he's getting out of there. and fast.

you find yourself watching mark fumble to open a spare room door, pushing you in a hurried but very gentle manner. you'd love to be able to get a word in but firm hands on your shoulders stop you, a vice like grip as mark stares straight at you. he's so distressed over this, but with very little self control, he can only muster up whispers;

"i'm really, really upset." he huffs, pressing his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. "and I really.. really want to kiss you." the scent of alcohol is a little overwhelming. after all, he's practically breathing in your face, but who are you to deny your loving boyfriend?

and so you nod, and mark's eyes light up — he's just happy to get what he wants. so with only a sharp breath to spare, he leans in to kiss you, while hands trail up to your hair and pull you almost impossibly closer. it's like he's trying to breathe you in, mumbling incoherent praise through short kisses.

"perfect," kiss. "so.." kiss. "damn.." kiss. "perfect."

your brain goes blank as his hand cups your cheek, tilting his head so perfectly you melt. "every single time—" he let's out a trembling exhale. "you do this to me every single time, do you even feel guilty?—" you're trying to figure out what he's talking about, but the way he effortlessly makes your brain malfunction is serving such a task to be difficult. "that you turn a hybrid alien into nothing but a— a man."

you mumble his name, "mark.." so sweetly he wants to faint, like his knees have suddenly gone weak and all of that posessive energy dies. andp granted, there's knocking on the door and mark's free hand was halfway up your shirt.

you decide to wrap it up quickly, but the viltrumite left a pretty mark on your neck for the night.