#chris beck/reader

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Mistletoe » Chris Beck

Week of December 15th-21st

Pairings: Chris Beck x Single Mom!Reader with son Jack

Summary: You and Chris start dating and kiss under the mistletoe.

Warnings: Fluff, language, mentions of absent father, kissing, pet names

Prompt: Single Parent from @buck-star’s Fluffy Winter Event

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

Divider made by me

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

“I thought we were going home, mommy?” Your 6 year old son Jack says.

“I have to finish work first, baby.” You tell him.

Jack may be 6 years old, but he has a pretty good understanding of your job. He likes space and going to work with you. He doesn’t go to work with you often. He only goes to work with you when you don’t have a babysitter for him.

“Hi, Beth!” Jack smiles, walking in the lab with you.

“Hi, Jack!” Beth smiles back.

You set Jack up at an empty table with toys, a coloring book, and a cartoon playing on his iPad.

“No babysitter?” She asks you.

You shook your head no and rubbed your hands over your face, sighing softly.

“Don’t stress over it, Y/N. You’re an amazing mom.” She says softly, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“Thanks, Beth.” You smiled.

You and Beth got to work. Jack was occupied the whole time you were working.

“There’s my favorite little man!” Chris says with a smile, walking in the lab.

Jack looks away from his iPad and runs to Chris, hugging his legs. Chris picked Jack up to give him a proper hug. Chris is one of Jack’s favorite persons.

“Mommy brought you to work today, huh?” He says.

Jack nods with a smile on his face.

“Is it ok if I talk to your mommy for a moment?” He asks.

“Mommy, Chris wants to talk to you.” Jack tells you.

Chris gently put him back at the table before walking over to you.

“Jack, let’s get a snack from the break room so mommy and Chris can talk.” Beth says to Jack.

Beth held Jack’s hand as they walked out of the lab, leaving you and Chris alone in the lab. Chris gave you a softly kiss on your lips, making you smile.

“I’ve been waiting to do that all day.” Chris says, wrapping his arms around you.

“Me too.” You say, looking up at him.

You and Chris have been seeing each other for a while, but you two haven’t made it official yet.

“I wanted to ask you something.” He begins.

“What is it?” You asked.

“We’ve been seeing each other for a while. I was wondering if you wanted to make it official.” He says.

“Make us official?” You asked, making sure you heard him right.

“Yes, us.” He says.

You looked down, your fingers playing with the strings on Chris’s sweatshirt.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Chris tilted your head up so you were looking at him. “Are you having doubts about us?” He asks.

“No, of course not!” You said. “It’s just- Are you sure you want to date a woman who has a 6 year old son?” You asked.

“Of course I do!” He replies. “You know how much I love Jack. I love him like he’s my own son.” He says.

That made you smile. Ever since you introduced Jack to Chris, those two have become inseparable. Chris has filled the father figure role since Jack’s biological father wants nothing to do with him.

“You didn’t answer my question, baby.” Chris says.

“You never asked one.” You giggled.

“Do you want to be my girlfriend?” He asks.

“Of course! I would love to be your girlfriend!” You answered with a smile.

Chris smiles and kisses you passionately. You two smiled against each other’s lips.

“Should we tell Jack?” Chris asks.

“Yes.” You answered, pecking his lips softly.

You and Chris went to the break room where Jack and Beth are.

“Mistletoe!” Jack shouts, pointing at the mistletoe in the doorway of the break room above you two.

You and Chris looked up, finally noticed it and chuckled.

“You know the rules of the mistletoe, babe.” Chris grins at you.

You playfully rolled your eyes at him before kissing his lips. Jack giggled when you two kissed.

“Jack, me and Chris have something important to tell you.” You say.

Jack looked at you and Chris, waiting for one of you to talk.

“Me and mommy are together.” Chris tells him, holding your hand.

“Like boyfriend and girlfriend?” Jack asks.

“Yes.” You answered. “Wait. How do you know what boyfriend and girlfriend is?” You asked your son.

“My friend’s older brother.” He says.

Chris couldn’t help but chuckle.

“We’re going to talk about how you know that later.” You said. “Are you happy about this?” You asked, referring to you and Chris dating.

“Yes.” Jack nods. “Does this mean I can call you dad?” He asks Chris.

Chris rose his eyebrows at Jack’s question, catching him by surprise.

“Jack, you can’t just say something like that.” You say.

“It’s ok, sweetheart.” Chris said. “You can call me dad if you want, Jack.” He says.

Jack smiles and climbs onto Chris’s lap, giving him a hug. You smiled at the bond your son and your boyfriend have.

“I love you guys.” Jack says.

“We love you too, buddy.” You and Chris say in unison.

-Bucky’s Doll

[thezombieprostitute]

You try to surprise your boo with a sweet treat but end up like this

Who's kitchen are you ruining?

I kinda wanna take the easy way out and say Ransom or Lloyd because they've got to have cleaners. But I also know I wouldn't want to do any surprise treats for them.

So I'm going to go with Chris Beck.

Chris was working the overnight shifts at the hospital lately. It took a toll on the both of you but you were eager to support him. He was helping people and you were proud of him for it.

He was always careful to sneak into the bed without waking you. Something you were always grateful for since, once you were awake, you couldn't get back to sleep. And since it was your day off, you didn't have to worry about the alarm waking him up.

Of course, you still woke up around the usual time. Returning the favor, you sneak out of the bed as quietly as you can, smiling at Chris's gentle snores. He's always so stressed from work, but looking at him peacefully sleeping warms your heart.

That's when you get the idea to cook up soufflé pancakes, his favorites! You don't have a lot of practice making meringues and it's a lot of work, but he's worth it.

Because you know this is going to be a work and timing intensive recipe you get all of your ingredients set out and organized. Separating the eggs and sifting some of the dry ingredients together helps you minimize the counter space you take up.

You don't want to make a lot of noise, but there's no way you're whipping these egg whites by hand so you get your mixer out and plug it in. Unfortunately, you didn't notice that the dial wasn't switched to off so as soon as it was plugged in, it started going, startling you, making you drop it onto the counter. This caused a chain reaction that resulted in a giant mess in the kitchen that you couldn't stop.

By the time you're able to think to unplug the mixer to turn it off, Chris has run into the kitchen, eyes wide with panic. You're so embarrassed you want to cry.

"I'm so sorry," you whine. "I just wanted to make you a nice breakfast but-"

"Are you hurt?" Chris takes your hands in his, looking you over for any signs of injury.

"More my pride than anything," you confess. "I'm so sorry I woke up in such a stupid way."

Chris wraps his arms around you, "I'm just glad you're okay."

"Are you going to be able to get back to sleep?"

"Probably not," he chuckles.

"Then do me a favor and go order us some breakfast while I clean this up?"

Tagging: @alicedopey; @delicatebarness; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @ronearoundblindly

[estellesdoll]

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[navybrat817]

Chris Beck grunting in your ear that he's going to breed you and holds you down with his left hand so you can feel the wedding band dig into your skin.

[rekiilysm]

Together? Together. Ch2

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・

⇨ 「pairing— mark watney x fem!reader」

⇨ 「a/n— writer’s block had me BADD guys omg. so i’m so so sorry for not updating this fic in a while. also at first i was scared when i posted the first chapter bc i thought no one would read it but a lot of people have and i’m really happy (i love you guys ^3^) i hope you enjoy the reunion between the two plant nerds <3」

⇨ 「warnings— cursing, detailed blood/bloody wound, and i think that’s it but if not lmk!」

⇨ 「word count— 1.7k」

CHAPTER TWO: …MARK?

The loud beeping of the woman’s suit woke her up from unconsciousness. Her eyes slowly peeked open, the bright orange horizon filling her blurry vision. It took her a second to realize what was going on. Her eyes widened. She was alive. On Mars. All alone.

A panicked sigh left her lips as she tried to get up from the sand. But she was quickly blocked, pushing her back into the sand. She moved her head slightly to see a large solar panel lying right on top of her. Y/n grunted, moving her arms to lift the solar panel off of her buried body. She used all of her strength she had, luckily managing to get the big piece of metal off of her. Once it slid off of her though, and she tried to get up, a sharp jolt of pain washed throughout her whole body. “Fuck!” She cried out.

The woman looked down at the cause of her pain. Her eyes widened. It was a piece of broken solar panel lodged right in her side. A tear slipped past her eyelid, flowing down her cheek as she stood still, the pain overcoming her. “Okay, I can do this…” She told herself. That was enough to get her to sit up straight. She winced as she sat up, the sight of the HAB in the far distance, seeming like it glowed in all its glory.

With a sigh, she knew she had to get back to the HAB as soon as possible because her suit was beeping so loud and it was getting annoying. Her head was already pounding, and the obnoxious noise didn’t help.

And so she stood up. She tried to do so quickly so the pain wasn’t too unbearable. Y/n bit her lip, trying to be strong and pull herself together. Pushing herself out of the sandy hole she was in, she stood up, the pain shooting through her veins like lightning. Her face scrunched up as she cried; I mean, she was stabbed by a piece of metal! But even though it hurt like a bitch, she panted as the pain somewhat eased up before beginning her journey to the HAB.

———

Opening the airlock door, the h/c haired astronaut stepped in, clutching her side. She slowly closed the door, just ready to get inside and get the damn piece of metal out of her side. Once the door was closed and locked shut, the air began to flow through the airlock, blowing right on the side of Y/n’s stab wound. She winced through her teeth as she made her way to the door that led inside.

Y/n weakly grabbed ahold of the door handle and pushed it open, letting out a small grunt. She quickly closed the door and took her helmet off, taking in her surroundings. She was alone. Wait…

The woman then heard quick footsteps headed her way. Panic set in as the footsteps got louder and closer. There was no one else on this planet, unless aliens have already invaded the HAB..

She looked around as her heartbeat picked up. She glanced down at the metal in her side right as the sound stopped. There was silence for a moment. “…Y/n?” A raspy, familiar voice spoke. The said woman’s head shot up quickly, eyes wide, making eye contact with the familiar person.

“…Mark?” She spoke softly, almost a whisper. She felt ecstatic. Her best friend was alive and in the same room as her! …Unless she was hallucinating from the blood loss. “Is this real? Are you real? Please tell me this is real..” She knew being alone on Mars was real, but Mark being alive? After she saw him get blown away by the communications disk? Hallucinations are possible.

The man didn’t say anything, he just walked up to her quickly. He stood in front of her, his eyes not leaving hers as he cupped his hands around her cheeks. “Real. It’s real.” He said, tears in his eyes. Of course he was happy that he wasn’t alone, but he hated that it had to be Y/n. Not in a bad way, he loved the woman in more ways than she’ll ever know. But, he wanted her to be safe, and being stuck on Mars with no communication with people on Earth was definitely not safe.

The woman slowly nodded as her eyes also filled with tears. The excitement she felt distracted her from the object sticking out of her side. But when she went to grab his hands, she winced and looked down. Mark’s eyes widened, moving his gaze to where hers was. He gasped, “Shit, Y/n!” The woman only laughed lightly, even though the pain was becoming unbearable. “What even..?” He started, inspecting the thing impaled into his best friend’s side.

“A solar panel flew straight into me and I guess a piece of debris got lodged into my side after I blacked out.” Y/n looked up to Mark in pain. The more she talked, the weaker she felt.

Mark nodded, looking around the room for supplies to help her injury. “Go over there,” he pointed to the chair he sat in when he was doing surgery on himself when he first got here. She nodded, making her way to the chair slowly as Mark got supplies to fix her up.

Once she made it to the chair, she stood still. If getting up was as painful as it was, how was sitting back down gonna feel?

She was hesitant, but once Mark made his way over to her, he set the supplies down and looked down at her. He looked at the metal sticking out of her and then back up to meet her eyes. He gave her an apologetic look. She understood that look immediately. He was gonna pull the metal out. Y/n closed her eyes shut tightly, breathing out through her nose. “You do it, I’m too chicken.” She said truthfully. She definitely couldn’t have done it herself, she can’t bring herself to do it.

He nodded, not wanting to ask questions because they needed to act fast. She was losing blood. Mark stood close in front of her, ready to be gripped on, punched, held onto, literally anything she would do to make her feel a little better. “Ready?” He looked in her eyes as he put his hand on the debris. She shook her head but he knew it was go time.

And then he pulled it out. Y/n screamed in pain, feeling the emptiness in her side as she squeezed her eyes shut. Her hand wanted to fly to the now open wound and clutch her side, but the pain only made her grab Mark’s bicep and squeeze as tightly as she could. He hissed at the pain in his arm, but ignored it as he grabbed the stapler and looked into her closed eyes.

“I need to take off your suit,” Mark spoke quickly, anxiously looking up at her scrunched up face and then down to her profusely bleeding wound. Y/n did as she was told—with Mark’s assistance—no questions asked, just wanting the pain and the feeling of warm liquid flowing down her body to be over. But unfortunately Mark still wasn’t able to reach the wound completely, there was still one more obstacle. “And your shirt.”

Her heavy breathing stopped momentarily and eyes that were once screwed shut flew open. “W-What?”

Mark sighed impatiently, “I need to take off your shirt to seal your wound so please, are you okay with that or do you want to bleed out?” He was getting more and more anxious as she asked questions. He didn’t mean to sound rude, he just wanted to stop the bleeding so she wouldn’t bleed out.

Y/n weakly nodded her head, giving him the go-ahead to do anything he needed to.

Mark set the stapler down before grabbing the scissors from the table next to him, quickly but carefully moving to cut the fabric off of Y/n’s body. If she wasn’t about to go unconscious, she would be freaking out right about now that her best friend, the love of her life who doesn’t even know it yet, was seeing her in a bra.

But that was at the back of her mind. All she was focused on was staying awake. Y/n struggled, beginning to see black spots in her vision, which was making it harder and harder to stay conscious. She tried breathing as best as she could, hoping that this would be over soon.

Mark had cut her shirt off so fast, tossing it to the floor carelessly as he reached for the stapler on the table next to him. “Ready?” He asked a second time in the few minutes they were together. He looked into her eyes, which were drooping down more and more by the minute. He panicked, and without an answer, he held her open wound together and stapled it shut.

“Shit!” Y/n hissed, her legs staggering slightly trying to balance against Mark. He felt his heart twist at the sound of her pain, but he had to stop the bleeding or she would… he didn’t want to think of what would happen.

Tears streamed down the girl’s face as she tightly closed her eyes, bracing for yet another staple into her side.

One. Click!

Two. Click!

Three. Click!

Four. Click!

And then there were no more clicks filling the silent room, only Y/n’s panting and Mark’s unsteady breathing. Y/n felt herself relax some, trying to ignore the pain that still lingered on her side. She slowly creeped her eyes open, only to be met with Mark’s worried gaze. He let out a sigh of relief, letting his tense shoulders fall as the stressful surgery was over with.

“Thank-“ she slurred, stumbling right into Mark. He quickly wrapped her in his arms gently, cautious of the staples in her side.

“No need to thank me, Y/n/n. I would do anything for you,” Mark whispered softly into her ear, laying his head on top of hers. He rubbed her shoulders gently and fully engulfed her into his arms to soothe her from the traumatic experience moments before.

That’s when it really hit Mark that his best friend was here on Mars with him. Alone. With no one else there but themselves. He hated the fact that she was stuck here too, but he couldn’t stop the happy feeling in his stomach. Maybe he was selfish, but he was glad someone was there stranded with him. And he was glad it was her.

———

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[snailpebbles]

rewatching the Martian and screaming everytime Sebastian Stan is on screen IS girlhood.

[camatchoum]

If you have any requests,

These are the actors and the characters I'm willing to write for. I do NOT write smut. Please don't hesitate to send something. I'm so excited to have a request.

Timothée Chalamet :

Paul Atreides

Willy Wonka

Tom Holland :

Peter Parker

Nathan Drake

Todd Hewitt

The Holland Family & Harrison

Hunger Games :

Finnick Odair

Peeta Mellark

Dylan O'brien :

Stiles Stilinski

Thomas

Mitch Rapp

Joel

Stuart

Thomas Brodie-Sangster :

Newt

Sebastian Stan :

Bucky Barnes

Chris beck

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Sol

Written: June 22 2020

AU: Sunshine/The Martian crossover, set in Sunshine. Honestly it’s just an excuse to put these two together in a fic cause I love both of these movies. James Mace (Chris Evans) and Chris Beck (Sebastian Stan). You don’t necessarily need to have seen either of them. But it’s totally recommended

Pairing: James Mace x Black Reader x Chris Beck

Summary: Takes place during the events of the movie Sunshine. Icarus II has failed to deliver the bomb to reignite the Sun. The reader meets James Mace, and his best friend Chris Beck.

The repurposed mall, The Fire Pit, was crowded tonight. Even more so, the bar within was more of a community drinking spot than the sports tavern it was currently decorated as. In the far corner, away from more people wandering in, were two men. One sat chomping on a toothpick, laid back in the uncomfortable wooden chair with his long legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles. Blue eyes honed on the television softly reciting the news for the third time today. The other, a brunette, was held up by the smooth table nursing his drink as he carefully glanced from his friend back to the television.

Another batch of crops had successfully been harvested from underground farms. Along with the possibility of feeding the masses, news rolled in about the unusual amount of snow the Sahara Desert had received. James leaned forward, elbows on the tops of his knees as his eyes drifted to the floor and his spirit commanded that the Sun wait just a few more seconds. 

It had to work, he thought. James looked back up to the monitor in time to see the scroll at the bottom of the presenter. The woman’s face paused mid sentence as she received instructions through her ear piece.

“No!” a woman yelled from behind him.

James’ mind went blank as he read the scroll, this time without interruption. Chris Beck put down his drink and bumped his knuckles into James’ shoulder.

“Christ.” hissed Chris.

Icarus I had failed to deliver the package.

James felt a warmth near him. Not his half-buzzed best friend Chris, but another, closer.  He pried his eyes off the monitor to see a woman slowly staring at the news as she walked. She wasn’t watching her footing, nor paying much mind to the fact she was about to drop a tray full of empty glasses on top of him. 

He grabbed her wrist gently and stood. “Easy there.” he said. 

She turned to him, eyes wide with her lips slightly parted in shock. He looked over this stranger and decided to help her instead of hearing her process the concerning news.

“Let me get this for you,” he softly implored. James glanced back at Chris with concern. He then turned back to you and gently took the tray.  “Show me where it goes? Come on,” he added while jerking his head to the double doors at the back of the bar.

You nodded, still dazed about the news and began to walk, James followed. Passing through the silent crowd dotted with the occasional curse you didn’t bother to look, you concentrated on the exit.

You swung open the double doors, never looking back at the man who had relieved you of the burden. You strode over to the sink, hunched over and wretched into the silver basin. Quickly you grabbed at the dangling, high pressure faucet and swept away any evidence of your troubles.

“You okay?” said the man, sitting the tray down near the sink. 

Deep in thoughts about the end of the world, you jumped at his voice and then leaned back against the sink. He turned his head back to the double doors still swinging slightly before he spoke again. “It’s a lot to take in.” he said, looking back at you.

“It’s over. The world..it’s over…” you started to breathe heavy. “..we’re all going to freeze to death..I-”

“Hey,” the man walked over to you, crossing the grimy kitchen floor. “It’s not over until every plan has been used.”

You grabbed at your chest praying that your heart would return to a normal pace, but it didn’t. Squeezing your eyes tight you thought of the Sun. You remembered the hottest summer, how the rays beat down upon the land and your skin. The warmth of the memory spilled into the sensation of two hands on your arms.

“I’m James,” he said under his breath. You responded by lifting your head. From under the brim of his cap your watery eyes met his. “ James Mace. And I’m the engineer for Icarus II.”

2054 

James committed to being on time for once. He passed stores turned into spots for cold travelers to grab food and heat. He ignored the smells of food, roaring fires and the voices of people raised in song in a few of the old stores. 

He wanted to see you. He had even dreamed of you the night before. Of course he would never tell you what it was. He kept the memory of you dressed in a wedding dress private. Besides, who gets married at a time like this anyway? He wanted the sun to shine upon your skin, see the rays play through your curls, and enjoy the heat soaking into you with his lips pressed to yours. 

Chris bumped his shoulder as James stopped short of walking into the book shop turned miniature library. He was off in his thoughts again, Chris took note and pointed at you through the large window. 

Your new gig, one where you felt that some good was being done, James watched you mouth the words to the book you held in your hands. Children sat gathered around, on the floor as you read in hushed tones with animated gestures. 

Chris stuffed his hands in his pockets and walked a few steps forward. He too watched you, smitten with the kindness in your eyes and the ease you had when dealing with the young. He was glad there were still people on this ice cold planet still capable of warmth.

The two men made their way into the library, Chris broke off toward the old travel section he frequented often when he came here. James, lingered by the door as he gradually wound around toward the sound of your voice.

“Goldilocks ran down the stairs, opened the door, and ran away into the forest. She never returned to the home of the three bears.”

You shut the book and stared at the faces of the children. And with a kind smile, and then crinkled your nose playfully. “Was it a good one?” you asked.

Toboggans bobbed back and forth with muffled gloved clapping from the kids. Their parents came to collect them one by one as you began to pick up the blankets from the floor. 

A few kids lingered, taking their pick of the slices of dehydrated apples, peaches, and each took a handful of  raisins. James glanced at them before his eyes landed on you. Bundled up tight he could still see your curves, a smile twitched at the corner of his lips as he remembered the warmth of your legs around his hips.

“Finished for the day?” he asked. James stood behind, wrapped his arms around your waist as you tossed the last folded blanket on to the pile. “Ya.” you said shortly and then leaned back in his hold. 

Four years in and he still had the best hugs, you thought while your fingers caressed the tops of his hands. James turned you around and held your cheeks in the palms of his warm hands. He smelled like ozone and a mix of sweat and technology that engulfed your sense of smell. You didn’t mind. It was almost a comfort by this point. 

James brought his lips to yours as he smiled. 

“Wanna grab a bite?” he mumbled, and pulled back.

Chris rounded the corner holding a floppy magazine with the mountains sprawled across it. “I’m taking this.” he said while waving it shortly in the air. 

“I think some of the back-up crew would get a kick out of it.” he continued. He flipped through it while walking towards both you and James. 

“There’s a whole article about hiking. God, I haven’t been around a tree that wasn’t covered in snow in--” he paused and looked at James. “Well, forever..”

 “You’re going to make them sad with that.” you said and stepped away from James to finish picking up the small pillows. “Nobody wants to be reminded about what was..” 

“Maybe,” added Chris, who joined you in helping with the pillows. “But it helps to remember why we are doing this. Right?” he asked. Chris dropped the magazine on the table near you. 

“The crew will see it and they’ll think about it.” he continued. 

You waved him off. “Is the grim reaper coming with us too?” you asked James with a crooked smile. 

“Hell, no.” Chris laughed and scooped up the magazine. “I got a date.” He started walking slowly backwards. “Besides, I hear this one is going to cook for you.” He made a cutting motion at the base of his neck. 

“Don’t eat it if it’s that re-hydrated pork roast.” he said with a chuckle. “Shit is like eating a boot.”

James’ didn’t try to excuse his cooking. He just grabbed your hand while the two of you followed Chris out of the library.

It was a given that James would be the one to initiate the inevitable. After the bust that was dinner, he pressed in toward you, across a palette of blankets to kiss you. He ignored the sliced bread, jar of peanut butter as he held you close. “You’re a terrible cook.” you giggled and struggled to finish the bit in your mouth.

James snuggled in closer next to you and pulled the half eaten sandwich out of your hand. “You ate something didn’t you?” Slick and adept, his fingers angled down the front of your leggings.

“You’re an engineer!” you yelped and then sank back into the pile of pillows. “Aren’t--” you gasped as his fingers rubbed quickly over your clit. “..you supposed to be great at figuring out how shit works?”

James’ swished the plates along with the jar and bread out of the way with his leg. He managed to shuffle off his shirt with only a few seconds of pause from swirling around your core. James’ pushed up your shirt and pulled down one side of your bra. 

“I know how you work,” he whispered and sucked up one of your nipples. James’ hand left your slit as he maneuvered himself between your legs. He slid off the leggings in one motion, urgently he leaned forward and removed your sweater and shirt. 

The heaters in the apartment blasted but still there was cold, seeping in from below and above, you shivered. James’ took notice and while pulling off the rest of his clothes he grabbed the thick, thermal blanket. He floated back on top of you, surrounding you and him with the heavy quilt. 

“Better?” he asked with a drawl in his pitch, and without waiting for your answer he was inside of you. 

Spreading your legs high and wide James settled into a thumping pace. Propped up on his elbows, he wrapped his hands around the back of your neck and pushed in deeper. Your small whimpers were swallowed and devoured by his mouth. 

“I want you full of me,” he strained. “I want to see your curves filled out with what I did to you…” A little piece of me, he thought and held your neck tighter.

Your eyes blinked open and languidly stared at him. He was gazing at you, watching your reaction as you unwillingly tightened around the length of his cock. James’ hissed under his breath and kissed you again. This time harder, with his tongue tasting the rim of your lips. 

Sweating the days worries away James smacked his hips rougher against your body. Something inside wanted it as much as he did, part of you hesitated and it showed. You pushed up on the sides of his ribs but he did not budge. The rubbing of him on top of your clit tipped you toward bliss and as you resisted the very thought of bringing a child into this world you let go too. 

James ducked his head close to the side of your face, he sucked and kissed your ear and on your moan he came inside of you.  And when he finally slacked off, giving you and him the bit of space needed to recover he smiled on a sigh. 

“What was that about?” you asked breathlessly. “I’m on birth control.”

James didn’t turn his head, his eyes lids hung heavy as his breath settled. “Doesn’t hurt to imagine,” he whispered. 

Nov. 2055

James slipped his finger tips to the small of your back. He pressed them in and leaned over giving you a quick peck on the head. He rushed out of the kitchen leaving you with a confused look in your eyes. That was, until you saw Chris stepping through the front door.

“Hey,” he called lightly and shut the door behind him. He removed his scarf, toboggan, and began to pull off his thick gloves. 

“What’s going on?” you asked as a sudden crash came from the area of the bed room. 

“Launch has been moved up.” yelled James. 

You placed the knife back on the kitchen counter. You didn’t look at Chris, instead you hurriedly rushed to the bed room. James was pulling out his box, the special container with all the things he wanted to bring with him on the mission. 

Tears pooled, and trickled down warm cheeks as you watched him rummage through it.

“This is it?” you asked. 

James did not stop, he pulled out a folder, flipped through mumbling to himself. You strode over and put your hand over the pages and pushed it back down into the box. 

“You can’t go.” you demanded softly. 

“Don’t--” James said, he lifted your hand and placed a kiss on the top. 

Proof, you thought, this was the confirmation that his single-minded, engineering brain was always focused on, instead of you. James’ closed the light plastic container and began to walk out of the room.

“James!” you pleaded. 

You could feel the swell of heartbreak growing inside the void in your soul. James halted, he put down the container and strode back up to you. 

“Don’t ask me to choose cause you know what I will pick.” said James.

You didn’t allow anymore tears after he spoke. He held your arms, bringing your body close to his. “This is our last shot.”

When you refused to hug him back he wrapped his arms around your shoulders. Ozone, smoke of the pellet stoves they used in the warehouse they trained in. That was his smell, that was what you soaked up and tried to find the words to tell him. 

He leaned down and kissed your temple, the top of your cheek and squeezed you harder.

“There’s no reason to believe this mission will not end in success.” James sounded more like he was talking to himself rather than you. He rubbed down your back and pressed another loving kiss to the side of your cheek. 

“We knew this was coming.” James said and pulled your face up to meet his. “Remember? It’s all set up so we can still talk to each other.”

You wanted to yell but your secret kept your nerves steady. 

James kissed you long and hard before letting you go and stepped back to get his container.  

Your voice puffed out to his back, “James, I’m pregnant.”

He turned around with sadness in his eyes and a steely firm stance as he stared at you. 

“The birth control...something about the temperature..effectiveness was compromised.”wringing your cold clammy hands you stepped closer. “I’m not the only one…” you tried to excuse it away, that it wasn’t your fault.

James glanced down your body, he sighed.

“I’m sorry.” he said regretfully. 

“Chris will be here. Anything you need, he’ll make sure you have it.”

James said nothing else, and he left you.

Feb. 2056

You come home, your apartment was tiny compared to James’ two room, government issue - but it worked. It was made even smaller by new baby stuff, Chris’s doing, still in boxes near the front door and spilling into the living room. You sat down with a large bowl of take-out to finally go through your messages for the day.

Encrypted Message: Mace. Flashed in neon green on your screen.

Before a second thought you clicked the message. The screen was flooded with his face, his eyes were highlighted to a deep blue by the teal backdrop. He was quiet for several seconds, just staring into the camera. His hair was shorter than you remembered, his face had maybe a days worth of stubble. Your eyes immediately filled with tears and sat down the container of broth.

“I hope you’re happy.” he said with a deep rumble. “I can’t stop thinking about you.” He finally blinked, he sat up and crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re, what- three, four months along now?”

James cracked a grin into the camera and you couldn’t help but do the same. “I guess my little pep talk helped that along.” his smile faded and only a sultry gaze remained.

You remembered his words, his passion..his desire to see you full. You nodded anyway knowing he couldn’t see.

“Along with this message my parents have received one about you.” said James. The gaze was nearly wiped away with the seriousness that replaced it. “They will see you have everything that is intended for me. Rations, space to grow, heat will be yours. My place on this ship ensures your survival planet side regardless of the outcome of the mission.”

His eyes focused elsewhere off from the camera. He was thinking again you assumed. “Have I ever told you about the best day of my life?” he asked slower, softer. James smiled tenderly, just a thin upturn of his lips when he stared back at the camera. 

“The brain doc here asked me that, not too long ago. And I couldn’t really answer him cause it’s tied to a memory and a dream.” he said and slouched down in the chair. 

“You’re in it.” His eyes drifted once again. “You were in the bath and I came in.”

This time you smiled big, remembering. 

“You flooded the bath-” you said mimicking his words.

“I flooded the bathroom, completely. And the water splashed up and over the top of the tub in these giant waves.” He held his hands up, gesturing a wave until he slammed on the tops of his thighs.

“I thought, wow-- I thought if we were only at a beach. The sun beating down on us, so hot and the only thing we had to cool off with was the water.” The smile receded, he grew serious once more.  

“What a day that would have been.”

March 2056

James sat back in his bunk, pulled up the tablet from underneath his thigh and thanked the darkness he was alone for once. He activated it, waiting with bated breaths as he found four messages waiting for him. One of them was from his parents, another from Chris, and to his surprise the others were from you.

He listened to the one from his folks first, get the baggage out of the way, he thought as he listened. It was about how you wouldn’t listen. James smiled. They insisted you come live with them but you did not. It ended with his mother’s plea to get you into action. 

“Sounds about right.” he said to the dark and clicked on the second video. 

Chris seemed chipper, elated even. He spoke about you, that he was doing the best he could. But that you rarely allowed him to help. But that he still managed to squeeze in his presence from time to time. “I think you would do that, so I do too.” he said at the end of his message.

James selected your first message. Your lovely face filled the screen with a smile. But behind you he could tell it wasn’t your apartment that he remembered. He pressed play.

“Hi James.” you smiled shyly. “I accepted your Trust account. I was able to get us into the government facility close to the base. Your parents were not happy.” You bit your lip as you spoke, God, he missed watching you do that.

“I’m -” you said and stood up in front of the camera. James' smile faltered as your stomach came into view. “I’m about five months along now.” you cupped your stomach and then gently rubbed it. 

Suddenly you bent over to grab something off screen long enough for him to get a shot down your shirt. Damn, he missed that too. 

When you stood up, there was an image in your hand. You held it over your stomach. It was a 3D scan.

“Perfectly healthy.” you said off camera. You sat back down and stared into him. “A perfectly healthy little boy.”

June 2056

The pylon was finally repaired. Two months worth of messages filled James’ feed. He scrolled through the subject lines. More of them were from his folks and Chris than you. What started out with pleasantries soon turned urgent, with the last one reading “HE’S HERE!”

James skipped all the way down to your latest, which would be the newest. He needed the news, he craved to hear that all was okay. 

Your face was there, smiling. You pulled back the tablet you were recording from and slowly a bundle laying near you in bed was revealed. 

“Say hello to your Daddy, James.” you said quietly down to the infant. James’ eyes blurred with unshed tears as he stared at his son. But it was interrupted when the recording suddenly became choppy. The image spun around and Chris’ face was there, he was smiling hard.

“Good, he doesn’t look a thing like you.” he clipped off, and James huffed out a chuckle. 

And as he watched Chris slide into the other side of the bed he was hit with the familiarity of your smile towards him. Insecurity punched at his gut as Chris leaned down and kissed his son’s head. 

James wished he was there.

2057

James stared at his image on the screen in front of him. Unkempt wild dark blond strands covered his forehead that met the long beard he had allowed to take over the lower half of his face. 

After waiting an hour for his crew-mate to finish he was glad to finally get into the booth to record. God damned Capa, thought James. This would be the last message before the final leg of their mission to reignite the Sun. 

James blinked a few times, he thought carefully about what he wanted to say. He wanted it to be meaningful, something lasting. 

“This is it.” he said in a commanding tone, and then promptly sighed. The energy to keep up the image of a good astronaut dwindled. He looked away from the camera. That wasn’t it, he thought. He rubbed his eyebrows, he sighed again and sat up in the chair.

“Hey. In this first part, it’s for my parents. I’m here, doing my duty in any way I can to help our world. We might not get another chance to send a message. Thank you for always believing in me.”

His eyes fell to the flashing recording dot just under the small monitor. He crossed his arms over his chest. A couple of fingers rubbed across his lips as he thought of the next words he was about to say.

“James,” he said quietly and for the first time, in a long time he heard the hum of the ship as he spoke. “I love you son. I never thought I would say that, to anyone. I have a son..”

It was so quiet, and yet the low vibration nearly shook him to his core. He looked back into the camera and he thought of you. 

“I love you. Think of me every now and again...”

Before emotions could really set in, James leaned forward to cut off the recording. His eyes fixed on the pending screen as it rolled through procedure to send out his package. In big bold red letters: Failed flashed over his file. 

Fuckin’ Capa.

2057

Baby James played in his pin with the little light the afternoon Sun could offer. Chris was there, you were grateful for this small comfort. You would have to be strong today. And he gave you an added source to pull from.

“They said a message would come today,” You clicked through the tablet again refreshing the application two more times. “I don’t understand, Chris.”

“Listen. They’re too close to the Sun,” Chris gently pulled the tablet out of your hands and placed it on the small dining room table. 

“But today is the day..” you began but he didn’t bother to check the feed again. Chris put his hand on your shoulder as he looked back at you. 

“The physics are an unknown event. There’s no telling what will happen, or what has happened.”

“But the dead zone, they’re in it. Where is his message, Chris? The agency said they would have-”

Chris forced you to turn away from the tablet. He was there, frankly because he knew the chances of James never coming back was a big possibility. He had taken care with both your mind and your spirit. Sixteen months, he had watched you grow from a scared mother to be to a capable parent. Maybe he had stayed too long some nights. Other days he was careful not to linger. But recently he hardly bothered to cover up the concern he had, or in expressing it.

And now, watching the last vestige of hope drain from your eyes it was a bittersweet moment. Chris caressed your cheek with the back of his hand and pulled you into his arms. 

Your kind voice came up low, and desperately sad. “Chris?” you asked, but he just held you tighter.

“You aren’t alone. You know that.” Chris pulled you away and met your eyes. “You won’t ever be alone, okay?”

Maybe you weren’t strong. Tears rolled from your eyes as you shut them. 

“Look at me.” he insisted, and you obliged. Chris thumbed away the streaks of wetness.

The conviction in his voice caused more to fall. “I’m not leaving you.” 

“I love you.” his voice rasped, gently. 

Chris leaned in, his warm lips touched the brininess of yours testing the possibility. A shuddered gasp trembled from your lips as you returned the kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck while his hands traveled to your rib-cage. Bursts of color erupted behind shuddered lids. Your imagination? 

But the colors fell away as you opened your eyes. Chris was enveloped in light, breaking the kiss you turned toward your son. Behind him the windows shone bright in a heavenly soulful glow. 

The sun was reignited.

[t-horn-n]

iii. the martian masterlist

— masterlist navigation.

— chris beck

oneshot : crash landing : mild-angst, happy ending

relationships between crew members weren’t recommended, but a little flirting never hurt anyone. 

— masterlist navigation.

[lady-loki-barnes-djarin]

Has anyone read or written a Chris Beck x reader from the Martian where they both get stranded on mars instead of Watney?

Thanks guys ❤️

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Sebastian Stan characters finding out you’re pregnant » Chris Beck

Pairings: Chris Beck x Female Reader

Summary: Chris finds out you’re pregnant.

Warnings: Fluff, language, pet names

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found it on Pinterest.

You and Chris found out you were pregnant shortly after you two got home from space.

You two have been dating for a while and got engaged while you guys were in space. You two talked about the future together and kids are in that future.

Chris was beyond excited when he found out he’s going to be a dad. Just as long as you’re the woman pregnant with his baby, that’s all he wants.

The crew congratulating the two of you when they find out.

Chris would go all doctor on you just to make sure everything is fine.

You jokingly saying “Babe, you’re a space doctor, not a baby doctor.”

Chris would buy a plain onesie and get creative and write “Space Baby” with drawings of a bunch of stars, planets, and moons on it.

He would want the baby’s nursery to be space themed and you would want it to be zoo animal themed.

You would buy a plain white t-shirt and creatively write “Space Daddy” on it.

You and Chris coming up with baby names that have something to do with space.

Chris would spend most nights rubbing your baby bump and telling the baby about space.

Chris saying “I love you to the moon and back.” to you and the baby all the time.

You complaining about how fat you look cause of how big your stomach is so Chris says something cute like “Just imagine your belly is a moon and our little star is growing inside of you.” while rubbing his hand against your baby bump.

You not getting much sleep at night sometimes, because the baby is a little too active and Chris has to talk the baby down so you can sleep.

You cry when you feel like you’re bossing Chris around when you ask him for something and he assures you that you’re not being boss.

You sitting in a rocking chair in the corner of the nursery and watching Chris build the crib.

Chris taking time off of work towards the end of your pregnancy and after the baby is born.

Over all, you and Chris can’t wait to hold that little bundle of joy in your arms when he or she is born.

[thezombieprostitute]

In the Woods

A/N: Written for @witchywithwhiskey's Slasher Summer Writing Challenge using the prompts: Summer Camp; Sex in the Woods; You know how girls love to scream

Word Count: ~2.2k

Warnings: Outdoor sex. Smut. Lots of smut. So much smut! Please let me know if I missed any.

A/N2: MMF pairing. Reader is female. No other physical descriptors used.

Working at a summer camp really made you appreciate that you never had to go to one growing up. Shy, introvert, physically awkward you would've hated every moment of it. Even if it had been space camp like the one you were working at now.

You always made sure to never push your campers too much. You understood how things could get overwhelming and overly competitive. Pretty much every kid here was 4.0 GPA overachiever that wasn't used to being around others like them. You tried your hardest to make sure the kids got to have fun but many of them did not make it easy.

Thankfully a couple other camp counselors helped you out. Mace and Beck were so damn handsome and intelligent you couldn't believe your luck when they both expressed an interest in occasional hookups. Naturally there were rules. After all, getting caught meant traumatizing children, getting fired or both.

The biggest rule ended up being the importance on keeping quiet. You hated that. You ended up having to focus so much on not being too loud that it cut into your pleasure. And when you were with Mace or Beck they were much too quiet for your liking. You need the sounds, the moans, the expletives, the dirty talk. Mace and Beck were able to give you some of what you needed, whispering all their dirty thoughts into your ear, gently groaning into your mouth, but it all had to be so quiet.

The three of you were having a quiet dinner while the kids were supposed to be sleeping, and you complained about having to be quiet. Beck gave you a questioning look and you replied, “you know how girls love to scream.”

Mace's eyes darkened and he smiled with a mischievous glint in his eyes after sharing a glance with Beck. “The last night that we're here, cleaning up the cabins after everyone else is gone, you, me and Beck will have some fun and you'll be as loud as you want to.”

You look back and forth between both men, “promise?” They nod without hesitation and you give a little squee with delight. “A little preview,” you tell them with a wink.

The kids were all gone. Most of the other counselors as well. It was pretty much just you, Mace and Beck left putting the finishing touches on closing up the camp for the year.

The kids were all gone. Most of the other counselors as well. It was pretty much just you, Mace and Beck left putting the finishing touches on closing up the camp for the year. You'd barely been able to focus because you were so excited for tonight. The three of you met at one of your favorite spots and you were shaking with excitement and nervousness. You'd been with each of these men but never at the same time. The looks they were giving you had you giggling as heat rushed to your face. Beck took your hand and kissed it, telling you they were gonna take good care of you. Mace even told you his backpack had a blanket, water, and other necessities so you could relax and enjoy yourself. You bit your lower lip, hungry to get things started. “I think our Starlight is eager,” Beck teases as he sees you squirming. You nod your head, not bothering to hide how turned on you are by all of this. “That she is,” Mace agrees. “But if we're gonna make some noise, we should head further into the woods.” You almost whine but Beck and Mace start walking, pulling you along, and you don't fight them. The looks they give you indicate they're as excited as you. The three of you enter a small clearing and, as soon as they've laid out the blanket, they're both on you. Beck pulls you in for a needy kiss as he starts to fondle your breasts. Mace is behind you, kissing along your neck and collarbone while his hands wander underneath your pants and to your ass. Beck removes your shirt and starts sucking on your nipples and you moan. Mace whispers in your ear, “such a pretty moan. Let's see how many other noises we can get you to make.” “Yes, please,” you whimper and he groans into you as he unbuttons your pants. He lowers the clothes and his hand moves to start playing with your clit. You give an appreciative whine and Beck gently bites your nipple, turning your whine into a moan. Mace looks at Beck, “I bet she'll sound even prettier with your mouth on her clit instead of my hand.”

Taking his cue from Mace, Beck kneels in front of you. Mace helps you balance as Beck spreads your lips and starts sucking on your pearl. You throw your head back and gasp in pleasure. Beck sticks a finger into your pussy and your hips start grinding against him. Mace pushes your head down and growls, “watch him, Starlight. Don't look away. Watch this man on his knees for you and your pleasure.” Looking down you see Beck's intensity as he uses his tongue on your clit and you moan at how deliciously dirty the image is. He looks up at the sound and sticks a second finger inside you, scissoring them as he sucks on your clit, making you cry out. Your body starts shaking and you're not sure you're going to be able to stay standing, even with Mace and Beck's help. One of Mace's hands starts kneading your breast as he alternates kisses and bites along your neck and shoulder. You fight the urge to loll your head back and keep looking at Beck enjoying himself. Your whines are rising in pitch as you get closer to your orgasm, your legs getting more and more shaky. “Let go, Starlight,” Mace orders. “We'll take care of you, but you gotta let go.” His words go straight to your core and you cry out as Beck makes you come, Mace supporting your weight so you can stay standing as Beck fingers you through your orgasm. “Drenched my hand,” Beck murmurs with a smile as he stands. “Now taste yourself, Starlight.” He holds his fingers out to you and you eagerly lick them, occasionally sucking on them and getting an appreciative moan from him. “Time to get you on your back,” Mace says. He and Beck help you onto the blanket, double checking with you that you're comfortable, before they strip down to just their boxers. You're still so in awe that these two gorgeous men are so interested in you. Their well toned bodies make you feel insecure for a moment and you try to cover yourself with your arms but Mace growls while Beck grabs your wrists. “None of that, gorgeous,” Beck whispers. “You're gonna let us see everything, understand?” You're not sure if you can trust your voice so you just nod. “Good girl,” he smiles as he lets go of your wrists and starts petting your hair. You lean into his touch and spread your legs a little. Mace settles between your legs, “my turn.” He starts eating your pussy fast and just the right amount of rough. You have to hold on to Beck as your legs wrap around Mace's head. You don't hold back your moans, whines and screams, especially when the seem to encourage Mace. Your hips keep rutting into his face and you're loving the lewd the noises he's eliciting. You reach and start petting Beck's hard on through his boxers. He gasps at the pressure but quickly moves your hand away. “Patience, Starlight,” he whispers as he kisses your cheeks. “If you're gonna take both of us, we need to make sure you're prepared. You moan at the thought of both of these men inside you at once and Beck shoves his tongue into your mouth. You end up barrelling towards your next orgasm. It hits so hard that your legs pull away from Mace's head, opening yourself up more to his tongue's ministrations and Beck pulls away from your mouth, letting you scream in pleasure.

“I'll never get enough of those sounds,” Beck whispers almost reverently. Mace finally comes up for air and crawls until he's face to face with you. You lean your head up and start licking his face, tasting yourself yet again tonight.

“We were thinking of spit-roasting you tonight,” Mace tells you. “But I think we'll keep your mouth free so you keep screaming how you like.” He nips at your lower lip before moving off of you. He and Beck litter your body with kisses and hickies, turning you into a writhing, needy mess. “I think she's earned a little reprieve,” Beck whispers. Mace nods his agreement and they both remove their boxers. You try to reach out to start stroking their cocks but they push your hands aside and you're too weak form pleasure to fight them.

Beck puts on a condom before he lays down next to you. You lick your lips in anticipation as they help you get into position. You line yourself up with Beck's erection and slowly slide down, taking all of him. He groans in pleasure, watching you lower yourself all the way. You rock your hips a little, eliciting further moans from him. Mace gently pushes you forward, putting your breasts right in Beck's face and exposing your puckered hole to Mace. You hear the sound of a bottle lid popping open and you start to turn your head to look back at Mace but get distracted when Beck starts sucking on your nipples, alternating between the two. You end up rocking your hips, enjoying all the sensations. A squeal escapes your lips as you feel the cool lube drip onto your ass. Mace uses his fingers to work your hole, occasionally adding more lube as you're whining and riding Beck's cock. Beck has to grab your hips to keep you still, “careful, Starlight. Gonna make me come before I'm ready.” His words don't fully register and you keep rocking, only stopping when Mace smacks your ass. “Behave,” he orders and you whimper as you do your best to stop moving.

Mace puts on his own condom and starts pressing into your hole. You whine at the intrusion but your hips try to push back, encouraging him to give you more. Beck lavishes your nipples with attention and your whines reach a new pitch as you're feeling more full than ever before. You can hear Mace almost chanting, “fuck, fuck, fuck.” Once he's fully inside your ass he and Beck still their movements, giving you time to adjust. You're almost in tears from how good it feels to be stretched so much. Beck gently caresses your cheek while Mace whispers your praise and rubs your lower back. “Are you ready for us,” Beck asks as he brushes a tear from your cheek. “Yes,” you nod. “Yes, please fuck me. Please fuck me like a whore.” Your begging sets them off and they set to work find a rhythm. Once they get themselves settled into a pattern, they increase their intensity. You never really understood the meaning of 'rearrange my guts' until now. These two incredibly strong men are fucking your brains out. You can't think past the incredible sensations as the coil of your next orgasm tightens. As you get closer to coming you whimper more and more. Occasionally, “so close, please” leaves your lips. Beck feels himself unable to hold back any more and gives your nipple a bite before licking and sucking on it. It's the push you need for the coil to snap and you come with a scream, clamping down on both of the cocks inside you. Beck comes as you do with a groan. Mace follows soon after, coming with a roar. You collapse on top of Beck with a whimper and he's giving you gentle kisses and rubs your hair, telling you how good you did for them. Mace catches his breath and carefully pulls out of you, and you give a soft whine. Beck keeps comforting and reassuring you as Mace ties off his condom and puts it in the impromptu garbage bag they'd brought. When he's done with that, he helps you off of Beck and takes over the comforting and sweet nothings while Beck takes care of his own condom. When he lays back down, sandwiching you between them, you take comfort in how warm you feel between them. “That was incredible,” you confess. “Yeah,” Beck smiles. “So glad you enjoyed yourself,” Mace whispers as kisses your forehead. “You weren't kidding about how much fun noise adds,” Beck comments. “Didn't realize what I was missing out on.” “I second that,” Mace agrees with another kiss. “I don't suppose you'd be up for more,” you hinted. “I mean, we don't have to leave until tomorrow.” Mace smiles, “why do you think we were using condoms?” “Gotta make sure we both get to fuck each of your holes tonight,” Beck agrees. You giggle as you mentally ready yourself for more.

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Hiiii Navy hope you had a good holiday. I am curious how either space daddy Chris or the husband Scott would handle reader dealing with the burnout of the holidays and work that is causing reader to become more bratty.

This felt like a long week after the holiday, nonnie! I hope you had a good week. And how would those two deal with it?

So we know our space daddy is a good and loving man. He always finds a way to put you first. He's concerned, of naturally, when he notices you're running on empty. The man isn't just book smart. He knows you better than anyone, so of course he knows something is up.

When you mouth off to him beyond the normal sass that he loves, there's a slight look of disappointment on his face before he smiles. And this isn't his easy or flirty smile. There's something a bit more feral behind it.

The kind of smile that tells you before his mouth moves that you're in for it.

"You wanna try that again, Starlight?"

You lose count of how many orgasms he pulls from you once he gets you to bed, but he smiles that same feral smile when you realize you've soaked the sheets beneath you. Later, you manage to give him a loving smile over your shoulder when he rubs the remaining knots from your back and shoulders, his eyes tender before he winks. He's almost sorry for wearing you out more, but you look at peace with your exhaustion instead of stressed.

He shushes you when you mumble an apology and wraps you in the warmest blanket you have. He just wants you to rest while he holds you. And he hopes you like the breakfast in bed he plans to surprise you with.

Now our devoted husband is similar to Beck in that he's a good and loving man. He does his best to show how much he appreciates you. He also knows that the holidays can be a rough time and mentions more than once that it can be low-key, but you brush him off.

So when you snap a little, even after you see the clench in his jaw as your subtle warning not to push, there's no smile on his face. It's something almost unreadable. Something that makes your thighs rub together.

"Bedroom. Now."

Instead of multiple orgasms, he brings you to the edge over and over. You're wet, trembling, but he pulls back every time. Until you nearly sob how sorry you are. You're just tired between the season and work and you just want one day when you're not stressed. That's when he finally lets you come. Because all you had to do and all you ever have to do is ask for his help.

He'll give it to you and more.

Both men want you to feel loved, appreciated, and get the rest you deserve! Maybe one day I can expand on these headcanons. Love and thanks. ❤️

He takes great care when he draws you a bath later and washes your exhausted body from head to toe, praising you for how well you did for him. He also plans for both of you to take tomorrow off so you can relax together. The holidays are about being surrounded by loved ones and there's no one he'd rather be with than you.

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Together? Together. Ch1

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⇨ 「pairing— mark watney x fem!reader」

⇨ 「a/n— more than a year later, i’m FINALLY writing something for my favorite nerd. p.s. i’m still upset that there’s not a lot of mark watney stuff on here」

⇨ 「warnings— none i think」

⇨ 「word count— 1.9k」

CHAPTER ONE: THE STORM

“All right, team, stay in sight of each other. Let’s make NASA proud today.”

“How’s it looking over there, Watney and L/n?”

“Well, you’ll be happy to hear that in Grid Section 14-28 the particles were predominantly coarse,” Mark explained to the team as him and Y/n crouched down with little clear sample containers in their hands.

“But in 29, they’re much finer and should be ideal for chem analysis,” Y/n added, not looking up from the red sandy ground.

“Wow. Did everybody hear that? Mark and Y/n just discovered dirt. Should we alert the media?” Martinez spoke over the channel sarcastically.

Mark rolled his eyes, “Sorry, what are you doing today Martinez? Making sure the MAV is still upright?” Y/n felt a small smile creep onto her face.

“I’d like you to know that visual inspection of the equipment is imperative to mission success. I also would like to report that the MAV is still upright,” Martinez replied smartly as the two botanists smiled.

“Thank you for your hard work, Martinez,” Y/n said in a joking matter. Mark chuckled as he continued to chip at the rock.

“Watney, L/n, you keep leaving you channel open which leads to Martinez responding, which leads to all of us listening, which leads to me being annoyed,” Commander Lewis spoke.

“Roger that. Martinez, the captain would like you to please shut your smart mouth,” Mark said. Y/n snorted loudly, looking over to her best friend who had a mischievous smirk on his face.

Beck, in the HAB studying samples, shook his head. “We’d prefer to use a different adjective to describe Martinez’s mouth.” Mark and Y/n started laughing with each other, making it hard to focus on their task.

“Did Beck just insult me?” Martinez spoke unbelievably.

Y/n stopped her laughs for a moment, “‘Doctor Beck.’ And yes.” She couldn’t help but send a smart reply right back at the man.

Johanssen, sat at her computer in the HAB alongside Beck, was tired of the four’s bickering. “Happy to turn the radios off from here, Commander. Just say the word.”

Mark stopped from what he was doing and looked back at Lewis, “Wait, Johanssen. Constant communication is the hallmark-“

“Shut ‘em off,” Lewis told Johanssen, interrupting Mark.

“No-“

“Wait!-“

Mark and Y/n tried to get them to stop, but they were interrupted by a small ringing noise, indicating that the radios were turned off. “I apologize for my countrymen, Vogel.” Lewis said as she walked past the two plant nerds.

“Accepted,” Vogel replied.

With a sigh, Y/n looked up at her Commander. “How many samples do we need, Commander?”

“Seven, 100 grams each,” she told the two, who nodded before getting back to work. Lewis walked a little bit away from them before crouching down to collect her own samples.

“Commander, you should come inside. You’re gonna want to see this,” Johanssen said over the radio, her voice slightly panicked.

“What is it?” She asked, continuing her task.

“A storm warning,” Johanssen said, making the astronauts stop their work. Mark and Y/n gave each other a wide-eyed look.

“I saw that in this morning’s briefing. We’ll be inside before it hits,” Commander spoke.

Johanssen continued, “Yeah, they upgraded their estimate. The storm’s gonna be a lot worse.” This caused Lewis to stand up and look around. The wind started to blow stronger, stirring up the sandy ground.

“Martinez, how does it look?” Lewis asked the man at the MAV.

“Not good,” he replied as he stared at the large dusty cloud, the sound of thunder beginning to fill their ears.

———

Not too long after Johanssen’s warning, the four astronauts stood in the HAB staring at a computer. “‘1,200 kilometers in diameter, bearing 24.41 degrees,’” Commander Lewis read off of the screen. Y/n and Mark stood side-by-side still in their suits, their helmets off.

“That’s tracking right towards us,” Beth Johanssen didn’t look away from the computer screen. Y/n’s gloved hand found Mark’s, squeezing it as tightly as she could. Mark gave her a small kiss on her forehead, silently telling her everything would be okay.

“‘Based on current escalation, estimated force of 8,600 newtons,’” Lewis continued to read off.

“What’s the abort force?” Mark asked.

“7,500,” Beck answered.

“Anything more than that and the MAV could tip,” Martinez said over the radio.

“Do we scrub?” Vogel asked the Commander.

She nodded, “Begin abort procedure.” Mark and Y/n look at the screens in disappointment.

“We are estimating with a margin of error. We could wait it out,” Y/n spoke up. Lewis looked over to the her and then the screen again with a sigh.

Mark nodded along with his best friend’s words, “Let’s wait it out.” Everyone looked over to him. “Let’s wait it out,” he repeated.

“Commander?” Beth asked the pondering woman standing over her.

“Prep emergency departure,” she said before walking off quickly.

“Commander,” the two botanists spoke in unison.

“We’re scrubbed. That’s an order,” Lewis told them both. Their shoulders slumped at the order. They didn’t want to go home yet! They still had much more to discover and experiment on! “Martinez, how long before take-off?”

“12 minutes,” the said man replied. The six astronauts in the HAB quickly got their gear back on—well, Mark and Y/n didn’t have to because they didn’t take theirs off, expecting to go back out to get more samples.

Once they got their suits back on, they rushed to exit the building. “Visibility is almost zero. Anyone gets lost, hone in on my suit’s telemetry. You ready?” Commander Lewis said, tapping on the screen by the locked door so they could open it.

“Ready!” Mark exclaimed from the back, Y/n right in front of him—which he insisted on. Then Lewis opened the door, black dust immediately filling the room as well as strong winds. The wind pushed them all back slightly.

“Commander, are you okay?!”

“I’m okay!” She replied back as they all began to fight the winds. Because Mark was the last one, he closed the door behind him before following the lights on his team’s helmets.

“Commander, we’re at 10 degrees, and the MAV is gonna rip at 12.3,” Martinez spoke with a panicked and quick voice.

“Hey! We might be able to keep the MAV from tipping,” Y/n yelled through the wind as she continued to walk.

“How?” Commander Lewis asked.

Mark seemed to catch her idea, so he spoke up for her, “Use the cables from the comms mast as guy-lines, anchor it with the Rover’s!” He exclaimed as something—Y/n couldn’t tell what—flew in their direction.

“Watch out!” Lewis exclaimed, but it was too late. The disk flew into Mark, taking him along with it as it flew through the winds.

“MARK!!” Y/n exclaimed as she stopped. The woman felt her heart drop down to the ground at the emptiness behind her.

“Watney!” Lewis yelled as well. “What happened?”

“He was hit!” Y/n exclaimed through the knot that was forming in her throat.

“Watney, report,” Beth panicked.

“No, no, no, no..” Y/n muttered to herself as she stopped walking completely.

“Before we lost telemetry, his decompression alarm went off,” Beck said.

“Where did you last see him?” Commander asked quickly.

Y/n shook her head, “I don’t know where he is!” She was panicking. Like on-the-brink-of-a-panic-attack panicking. Her best friend, her family, the only one she’s truly ever loved more than anyone in the world, gone.

“What are the vitals on his suit?”

“He’s offline,” Y/n looked down at the screen on the arm of her suit.

“A complete loss of signal on Watney.”

“Beck!” Vogel exclaimed, which the said man replied with a quick ‘yeah’. “How long can he survive decompression?”

“Less than a minute,” he responded. Y/n didn’t know what to do or say, she was still in shock of the whole thing.

Commander Lewis walked over to the rest of the team, “Line up, walk west.” And then they began walking. Y/n was determined to find her best friend, even if that meant she would be left all alone on the red planet. “He may be prone. We don’t wanna step over him.” Commander said as they used their lights to try and find Mark.

“Commander. We’re at 10.5 degrees. Tilting to 11 with a lll the gusts of wind,” Martinez warned the woman.

With a sigh of panic, Lewis stopped and turned back at her team. “Everyone, hone in on Martinez’s suit. It’ll get your to airlock. Get in, prep for launch.”

“What about you, Commander?” Vogel asked unsurely.

“I’m gonna search a little longer. Get moving!” She said, but everyone but Y/n hesitated. “Go!” The other started to move towards the MAV, but Lewis noticed a presence behind her. “L/n, go!”

“I’m not leaving without Mark! I couldn’t live with myself if I left him here,” she told her Commander.

With a sigh, Lewis nodded her head. Another set of eyes would be better to finding Mark. “Fine.” And so they started looking. Y/n tried to go the direction she last saw Mark, but she wasn’t finding anything. “Watney, report!”

“Mark!” The two yelled and searched around to see if the man would respond back, but nothing.

“The MAV’s at 11.6 degrees. One good gust and we’re tipping,” Martinez warned the two.

“If it tips, you launch,” Lewis told him, determined to find her lost crew mate.

“You really think I’m gonna leave you behind?” He asked his Commander.

“That’s an order, Martinez,” she commanded.

Y/n nodded, “Leave us if you have to.” She told him before continuing her search to find her best friend. “Mark! Can you hear me? Mark I swear if you don’t respond-“ She said but was cutoff by the sound of a large object headed her way.

“Martinez, what about the proximity radar? Could that detect Watney’s suit?” Lewis asked the man.

“It’s made to see the Hermes from orbit, not a little piece of metal from a single suit,” he told her, but Y/n wasn’t listening. She didn’t know what direction the large object was coming from, so she hoped that it would miss her.

“Give it a try,” she said.

“Roger.” He replied. A few seconds later he spoke up, “We’ve got negative contact on the proximity radar.”

“Nothing?!” Y/n exclaimed in sadness.

“No. I can barely see the HAB,” Martinez gave them the bad news.

“Commander, Y/n, I know you don’t wanna hear this, but Mark is dead,” Beck’s voice came through the radio. Those three words struck Y/n hard.

Mark is dead.

A sob escaped Y/n’s lips as she continued her search, but the large object was getting louder it seemed.

“Commander, Y/n, you need to get back to the ship, now!”

“13 degrees. If we pass balance, we’ll never rock back!” Vogel said, making Lewis stop.

“I’ve got one more trick left, and then I’m following orders, Commander,” Martinez spoke, but Y/n was partially listening. The object was getting closer, she could feel it.

“Commander! Y/n!” Beth exclaimed.

“On my way,” Lewis said as she started to make her way to the MAV. But what she didn’t notice was that she was walking back alone. “Y/n?” She asked the stopped girl.

“I can’t leave him,” she told her Commander.

“Y/n, I’m sorry but he’s gone. We have to leave. Now!” Lewis ordered her, but before she could say anything, the large object slammed right into Y/n, causing her to scream loudly. It felt like a solar panel? Y/n couldn’t tell as it pushed and dragged her away from her commander, away from the MAV. Away from her chance of getting home alive. It pushed onto her helmet hard, so hard that it knocked her head against it.

“Y/N!!” Was the last thing she heard before she blacked out.

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