#engineer mark x captain

[amee-racle-ofmyown]

duality of my favourite ships :)

[adalwolfgang]

[cheeryraccoon]

Giving You a Hoodie

I hope you enjoy these! I'd also appreciate one-shot or imagine requests/ideas.

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Mark -

• Found it absolutely adorable.

• He gave you a big, soft, grey hoodie.

• He tried to make sure it smelt like him and not Chica.

• When he sees you wear it he smiles and hugs you.

• So wholesome. 🥺

Dark -

• He doesn't usually wear hoodies so he only has one, maybe two.

• It was half white and half black with an hourglass between them.

• Despite him not wearing it often, it smelt very strongly of him.

• When he sees you wear it he smiles a little and kisses your forehead.

Wilford -

• Wilford doesn't have many either, he may buy one just so he could give it to you.

• It was pink, obviously, with heart detailing on the sleeves.

• It smelt like cotton candy, which happens to be the cologne Wilford uses.

• When he sees you wear it he makes a little "Awww" sound and gives you a hug and kiss.

Yancy -

• He has only one hoodie that the warden gave to him.

• It was all plain white with a little dot of something on the shoulder, you didn't ask what it was.

• It smelt faintly of him and you thought it was nice.

• He gets all excited when he sees you wearing it and usually picks you up and spins you around.

Illinois -

• He has a few hoodies that he usually wears on cold nights during adventures.

• It was white but had some dirt and sand on it.

• It definitely smelt like him, which is really comforting for when he's away.

• When he comes home from a long adventure and sees you in it, he gets a little emotional as he hugs you.

Engineer Mark -

• Since he's usually in his uniform he doesn't have many hoodies.

• The one he gave you was black with little white stars and constellations all over it.

• It faintly smelt like him but, with how much he loves hugging you, it started getting stronger.

• When he sees you wear it he does a little happy dance and tackles you in a hug.

[buc-eebarnes]

confessions when one character thinks the other is sleeping prompt pls omgggg

cheezy homie i always see u in my notifs and of COURSE i had to go all out on this !!!! sorry if it's late jfsdkljfsdkj jet lag got me conked out as soon as i landed but here it be! (unbeta'd tho 🥲 also trying out a different format 👀)

conversations with myself (about you)

pairing: head engineer mark x the captain

tags: confessions, sleeping, fluff and angst

rated G || 1469 words || read on ao3!

You huff out a sigh of relief. You'd been trying to chase Mark down all day, but his assistants kept telling you that he was in different parts of the base.

You should've known to check his office.

But there he was, slumped over the table with his head resting on top of folded arms. He must've tired himself out from all the projects he was micromanaging. You squint at the laptop to see what he was trying to work on.

It's a progress report. Multiple, actually. You stifle a sigh and look down at his sleeping figure. "Oh Mark, what are we gonna do with you?"

He doesn't stir at your words, which is a testament to how tired he is. You keep your voice low regardless.

There's a folded blanket on the couch, and it smells of him, a weird mixture of pine, oil, and the soap rations they brought from Earth. The couch must be where Mark crashes all the time, which pulls a frown on your lips.

You drape the blanket over him, securing the folds over his shoulders. He's gonna have a crick in his neck in the morning, but he'll thank you later, probably.

He looks so peaceful, sleeping. 

You observe him for a while. The constant furrow between his eyebrows is gone. He doesn't frown in his sleep, but his lips are parted, and you can hear the soft puffs of breath he releases. His hair is a bit of a mess, as if he'd run his hands through it multiple times throughout the day, and you find yourself wanting to do the same.

"When was the last time you knocked out like this?" you mutter. Your hand touches a strand that's fallen in front of his eyes before you could stop it.

Reflexes kick in and you jerk back, but he doesn't stir. The only thing that changes is that his brow furrows slightly, but his breaths remain constant, and you relax your arm. You hesitantly take off a glove, and, before you can chicken out, reach forward to tuck the strand of hair behind his ear.

That then motivates you to run your fingers through his thick black locks, and it's as soft as you imagined.

You chuckle lightly, amazed. "Whaddaya know."

You continue the motions, and eventually, the wrinkles between his brows disappear, his features peaceful once more.

You drink your fill admiring him. Wide nose. Strong jaw. Big ears that stick out. Beard's getting to the point where it would break regulation but you're the highest official on this base and what Earth doesn't know won't hurt them, anyway. You look down at the fold of his arms, contoured by muscles. His hands, his fingers, that are so deft, made to create and fix what's destroyed. Why does everyone put you on a pedestal about looks when Mark is literally right here, sleeping soundly and looking sculpted by the gods himself?

"Everyone's blind," you mumble. "I don't hold a candle to you."

The urge to hold his hand is incredibly strong. You could do it—thread your fingers with his until he wakes, blinking blearily up at you with trusting eyes and whispering "Captain?" in a sleepy voice, and you suddenly feel small and unworthy about every single time he followed your lead without question.

And you feel the weight of infinite universes on your shoulders. Not once did you initiate anything more than friendship with Mark with all of the chances you've been given. He was always the ballsier one, more impulsive, more outspoken. As someone who has taken the mantle of a captain of a spaceship, you are an incredibly timid person.

"I wish I had your courage. Your tenacity. Your ability to take charge." You let out a humorless chuckle, and your fingers twitch against his scalp. "Countless universes, countless timelines, and we end up right back here. If only I wasn't a coward. Maybe I could finally ask you out on that date, y’know? To not worry about being a captain. Just someone going on a date with the person they like."

He doesn't respond, but you think you could see his breathing stop for a moment. It's a minute thing, barely there, but it's enough for you to cease running your fingers through his hair.

Did he hear you? Panic wells up in your throat. Oh god. "Mark?"

He doesn't answer.

"Are you awake?" you whisper.

He still doesn't answer. His breathing resumes again, slower this time.

You bite your lip, waiting for ten very long seconds, and you slowly pull your hand away.

You swallow down whatever feelings bubbled up to the surface and leave his office, quiet as a mouse. You lean against the door and close your eyes for a moment, wondering if you'd fucked up a friendship you'd spent these past few months trying to mend.

The trek back to your quarters is long. You get ready for bed and end up staring at the ceiling for the rest of the night.

Was he awake? Did he hear everything? If he heard everything, then he definitely felt you with your hand in his hair.

Sleep takes you, eventually, but the sun is starting to rise when it does.

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"—and that concludes today's meeting. Please consult Summers for the minutes if there's an item you have a question about. I'll see you all next week. Dismissed."

The morning following the whole did-Mark-hear-did-he-not-hear dilemma is strangely anticlimactic. Mark greets you with the same gusto he does every other time he sees you, which is, to say the least, minimal. He doesn't give an indication that he heard you last night, or that he was disgusted by any of your actions. Frankly, it seems like he's avoiding talking to you, which is already the norm for your relationship these past few months. You chalk it up to your paranoia and gather up your datapad, shutting off the holographic projection on the table when he says, out of the blue, "I don't think you're a coward."

You jump nearly three feet in the air. The room had mostly cleared out, and any stragglers were busy talking amongst themselves, oblivious to the sheer terror running through their captain's veins.

"Jesus Christ, Mark! You scared me."

He raises an eyebrow. "How? I've been right here this whole time."

"It was unexpected, alright?" you huff, clutching your heart. "Give a person a warning, would ya?"

There's a fond smile on his lips, one that rounds his cheeks and narrows his eyes in a good way. That's when what he said hits you.

"Wait. What did you just say?"

"I said I've been right here—"

"No, no. The first thing."

"What, about me not thinking you were a coward?"

Your jaw drops, and every single cell in your body is screaming to run. He fucking heard you last night. He knows. He knows.

"I don't think you are. I never thought you were. I still stand by my opinion of you from the first time I met you."

You don't know what to do. He tilts his head down so that he can look you in the eye, and strangely enough, you find yourself unable to pull away.

“Captain, I’m going to be very presumptuous for a moment.”

Your mouth mimics that of a goldfish. “E-excuse me?”

“And I will go ahead and repeat myself again. You’re the bravest person I know. I don’t think you’re a coward. And even if you were, I wouldn’t think any less of you.”

You maintain eye contact, but you find yourself at a loss for words.

He steps closer, and there’s no malice or anger on his face. All you see is your head engineer, smiling at you like he always has, but there’s something clearer about it. Open fondness, affection, adoration. He tentatively takes your hand, interlocks your fingers together.

“I think you shouldn’t worry too much about being a captain. And I should probably take my own advice and not worry too much about being a head engineer. It’s a hard thing to adjust to when it’s the only thing you’ve known for so long.” He swallows, looks down at your hands. “But I’d still like to see what it’s like to not do that. Just someone going on a date with the person they like.”

It finally hits you.

You close your mouth, and you feel your features morph into something incredibly hopeful.

“I think I’d like to see that too,” you beam. Then, “Would you like to go on a date with me, Mark?”

The answering grin he gives you is blinding, and your chest is aflutter.

“Yes,” he squeezes your hand, saying your name. It sounds wonderful coming from his lips. “Yes, I would love that.”

buy me a coffee!

[coff33notforme]

hihi my birthday is coming up soon! i was wondering if you could write how darkiplier, damien, or even engineer mark would react of them not knowing and finding out the day of that it’s my b-day! i hope it’s not too confusing…

A/n: HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY ANON!! I hope you have a great one! ^^, I hope you don't mind that I just did Engineer Mark, I was having trouble writing for the other two, but enjoy none the less!

Would feel incredibly bad if he found out it was your birthday and didn’t know

Especially since the whole crew knew and had been wishing you well and presenting you with gifts throughout the whole day, much to Marks confusion 

He’s on his hands and knees for forgiveness right now

He’ll do absolutely everything to make it up to you no matter how much you reassure him he’ll insist, so there's no real point in arguing with him

There's not that much you can do in space, and even if there was there's certainly not enough time when your the Captain

But Mark is determined to make your birthday a great one, anything you want or need he’ll do it for you

Hungary, but don’t have enough time to make something? Marks got you, Necks cramped but you don’t have time to take a nap? No problem

He’ll try to whip something up for you the day of, but it probably doesn’t go as planned, it was a nice thought though

And even when the days done, Mark hasn’t finished everything he set out to do

Before you settle down getting ready for sleep Mark knocks on your door

Confused you open it, immediately skeptical as to what could have possibly brought Mark here at this time of night 

He’ll simply hush your questions and concerns as he leads you to a distant room in the ship

But as soon as he reveals what he was planning to you, you gasp in delight

In the room Mark set up a small picnic blanket, covered with your favorite snacks and homemade desserts, you don’t know how he managed to acquire all of the sweets but frankly you didn’t really care

Marks eyes twinkled as he watched the excitement spread across your face, Mark let out a surprised yelp when you threw your arms around him, before he chuckled, hugging you back with the same intensity, smiling as you held each-other

“Happy Birthday Cap.” 

SPACE BIRTHDAY WOWOWWO

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Comic inspired by this fic by @buc-eebarnes!!! It's so good please read it and leave kudos and give them the love they deserve!!!

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According to my new holiday calendar, January 12th is "Kiss A Ginger" Day, so I had to acknowledge it with a quick Captaineer drawing featuring my redheaded captain Yona~.

[zee-stars]

Hi I absolutely adore your work!I hope your having a great day! If you want to maybe something with Space Mark with prompts from your list!

18. 9. 8!

Idk why but fluffy but possessive (not a weird amount) space Mark makes my heart happy!!!!

Thank you ❤

Thank you so much!! Honestly Space Mark is one of my favorite egos now so I love to write about him.

Also I kind of have another idea for these prompts so I might make another one with these.

Prompts: 18- “you shouldn’t be awake right now.” “okay, hypocrite.” 9-"Is that my shirt?" 8- "Your mine"

Prompt list

For the past week you had been waking up around 1 am and not being able to go to sleep after. At this point you have given up and just let your body be. It would be easier for you to do your work with everyone else asleep. You got up from your bed and slip on a random t-shirt over your tank top. It could be a bit colder around the ship, especially near cryo. You take your short journey to your office and flip on the light. You sit at the desk and pull out a folder full of paper work. You sigh and start to fill it out.

"God it's to early for this." You whisper, you hide your face in your hands and rub your eyes. You are startled by the sound of the door opening. You look up only to see your head engineer standing near it.

"Mark? What are you doing?" You asks.

"I saw you weren't in your room and I was worried about where you were." He said and stood in front of your desk. He grabs a chair from the corner of the room and moves to sit next to you.

“You shouldn’t be awake right now.” He whispers. 

"Okay, hypocrite." You chuckle and he rolls his eyes.

"Why are you up, Handsome?" His face goes red. And he struggles to get the next few words out, making you smile.

"I woke up and I went to your room to lay with you and you weren't there." He pouts.

You laugh and pull him to your chest. You sit quietly for a while and you think that he might have fallen back asleep.

"Is this my shirt?" He breaks the silence and you pull away from him. Sure enough it's one of his black and white shirt.

"Yeah. You left it in my room so yeah." He smiled and pulled you into a kiss which you returned.

"You look pretty in my shirt. All pretty. All mine. You're mine." He said in between kisses. You smiled. You knew it was his tiredness that made him like this. If he was fully aware of what he was saying, he won't be saying it. Your boyfriend wasn't the bold one.

You pulled away from him and ruffled his hair.

"You are the biggest dork I know. Now I have to get back to work." You tried to turn away but he grabbed your waist and lifted you from your seat.

"MARK! What on Earth are you doing?! Put me down!" You pushed against his shoulders and he giggled.

"We aren't on Earth. I thought you would know that, Captain." You gave up and let Mark carry you back to your room. He lightly tossed you on the bed and laid down beside you.

"I hate you." You turned away from him. He moved closer and put his head on your back.

"I love you too."

[marshmellowtea]

actually in my mind this is what the captain and mark’s relationship is like 

[weirdlyhornyforegos]

Kinktober day 22 -  sex pollen & orgasm delay/denial

MINORS DNI!!!! Day 22 of Kinktober is: sex pollen & orgasm delay/denial - Engineer x amab reader

Hello :3 Finally trying to continue my kinktober from last year ^_^

Also posted on AO3 Kinktober masterlist is here

Wordcount: 900+

Tags/warnings: Sex pollen, handjobs, blowjobs, light orgasm delay/denial

Honestly, the two of you going on a walk alone might have been a slight mistake. You both wanted some time to yourselves, and room away from the crew, so going to a clearing not far from the main camp to just relax on a picnic blanket had seemed like a great idea.

After all, the area had been explored and the plants and growths had been examined and deemed safe.

Or rather, most of them.

Most.

Because the small purple flower that had been hidden beneath some green leaves next to where you were relaxing had not been noted, as its effect would certainly have been noticed.

Ah yes, the effects.

The yellow pollen or dust or whatever it had spewed out when disturbed by Mark and you play wrestling had covered you both, and in less than a minute you were rock hard, and not many seconds after that you had your hand down the front of Mark's space suit, and he had his down the front of yours. You are pressed as close as you can physically go, but still trying to get even closer.

Your suits are barely unzipped, and you still have your helmet on, but you don't care. All you care about is the warm weight of Mark's cock in your hand, how leaky and perfect it feels, how he rocks against your hand as best as he can, all his energy not going into moving his own hand over your cock being sent to moving his hips, and letting out the little choked off whines that you think will be burned into your mind forever.

Not that you haven't heard something like this before, but these moans got an edge of desperation that you haven't heard before, and you fucking love it.

Mark's hand on your cock makes for a divine heat to fuck into, your own cock leaking so much making the glide easy. You're fogging up the inside of your helmet and Mark is gripping the front of your clothes so hard you think they might rip, but you don't care.

All you care about is making Mark cum, you want to feel him coat your hand even more. You take deep gulps of air, mustering up the brain energy to get the words out in betweeen your own moans and gasps.

"Mark, fuck, come on, wanna feel you cum baby, come on, come on, come on!" Your hand not on his cock grips one asscheek an pushes him into you as you speak, and you don't know if it's the action or the words that does it, but Mark spills all over your hand, whimpering both your title and name in between moans, gasps, and shakes.

You let go of his ass to get your helmet off, fumbling a little with one hand and not wanting to look away from Mark for too long, but you manage, taking a deep breath of fresh and sweet smelling air.

"Yes, yes, yes, there you go baby, fuck, fuck." It's the most words you have spoken in the last week, and you are sure Mark in any other circumstance would have commented on it, though he doesn't seem to have noticed as he has set his mind on taking at least some of your clothes off. You take your hand out of his suit so he can push the top half of yours off, and then drag it down enough that he can get his mouth on your cock.

You had planned to lick what was left of his cum on your hand when your arm got out of your sleeve, but instead both of your hands flies to tug on Mark's hair as he takes your cock straight down in one go.

"Mark!" His mouth is warm and fucking tight around your cock, the perfect amount of pressure you know Mark knows you love. His orgasm hasn't slowed his energy down the slightest as he works his mouth over your cock, making the most lewd and wet sounds you have heard in a while. One hand plays with your balls, while the other rests on your hip, seemingly trying to hold you back or something, but it doesn't really work as you buck yourself into his mouth.

The moans you get back aren't a protest, and the vibrations around your cock feels like heaven, so you keep doing it.

You see Mark start to grind his hips down against the blanket below you, in seconds you have the heel of your foot digging into a spot on his back.

"Fuck, none of that baby, you only get to cum for me, I'm the only one that should make you cum, you don't do that yourself, that's my privilege." Mark groans, taking his mouth of your cock to speak.

"Fucking hell." His voice is a little rough as he blinks up at you, and you love hearing him like that.

"Yeah." A second later his mouth is back on your cock, his hips still once more as he works you over, truly putting his soul into getting you off with his mouth.

It doesn't take long for you to spill into his mouth, gripping his hair tight as you spill over his tongue. He moans as you do so, gripping your thighs as he drinks down every drop of you.

But he doesn't stop there, he keeps sucking and you find yourself growing hard again. You could probably come rather quickly a second time in his mouth, but that's not what you want, so you pull Mark off so you can tackle him and grind down on him, determined to make him cum a second time, this time untouched.

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When you come back two hours later, it's to wolf whistles and one hell of a report you are really not looking forward to writing.

[amee-racle-ofmyown]

they're cosmic besties and soulmates, your honour. they may be a bit silly but their bond stretches across space and time, your honour!! no matter how, they're connected in every universe — every universe, your honour...!

[sardonic-the-writer]

━one ship, two stupid stupid men

SUMMARY | Mack had always had a mouth to him. Especially around his rival, the head engineer (who always had a scathing remark at the ready to fire back). But this time he went too far.

PAIRING | engineer mark x reader

REQUESTED | no

WARNINGS | some slight angst. mack being a dick

WORD COUNT | 1.7k+

AUTHORS NOTES | n/a

Their rival was well known.

Mack has always hated Mark, and vise versa. It was common knowledge that the two of them engaged in heated conversations more often than not, the bickering only getting worse once the Captain had arrived on ship in all their authoritative glory.

You would have expected their first day aboard the Invincible ll to have been a welcoming once; crew and colonists alike doing their best to keep a professional introduction as swell as possible. And it had been working—at first.

That had all been ruined the second they met Mark and Mack side by side (along with Celci and Burt of course but they were civil enough to leave a good if not slightly forgettable first impression.)

The Captain didn’t think they would be forgetting Mark throwing a wrench across the room at Mack’s smug face anytime soon.

Since then they had learned the root of their hatred for each other.

Apparently Mack had appointed to be head engineer, practically working all his adult life to get there. And some of his childhood too, according to a the few personnel that the Captain had asked. So one could imagine the impact it would have on the cocky space man when Mark waltzed in and immediately got the position, receiving tumultuous praise for his natural skill and abilities. Skills and abilities that Mack just ‘lacked’ according to the board.

The monthly meetings that just so happened to be mandatory per request of headquarters always tended to be the worst.

”All Im saying, Mark, is that more than once our dear Captain has shown to be, how should I put it, less than wise in their decision making.”

The same condescending voice that had been speaking nonstop for the last half hour piped up again, the owner of it smoothing down his light brown jumpsuit while staring coldly across the table at another man in the same garb.

Mark jumped out of his seat with vigor as Mack had finished sharing his critique. His nostrils were flaring, and the Captain imagined that if he had fangs he would be baring them like a dog.

”Our Captain has done nothing but lead us through the toughest of challenges, nothing short of brave and confident in the face of death itself!” He snapped viciously at Mack. Everyone watched as he rolled his eyes in response, scoffing before addressing Mark again.

”Your opinion on this matter is irrelevant. You practically worship the ground they walk on, so of course you’d be the one to back them up. We need to hear from more people with less biased opinions on our Captain.”

The person at hand that everyone kept mentioning sighed deeply, intertwining their hands together and propping their elbows on the table, clasped fists concealing the bottom half of their face as they watched the two go back and fourth. Almost as if witnessing a tennis match.

A very angry tennis match.

”Gentlemen as much as as I love watching you scrutinize and pick apart my decisions as the sole leader of this ship-“ The Captain cleared their throat “-we have more important things to attend to.” They finished speaking with a hint of annoyance in their voice, only Celci picking up on it from their far left and snickering.

”See! Thank you Captain! We have much more pressing issues to focus o- wait did you say I was scrutinizing you?”

They ignored Marks desperate denials of his actions, focusing on Mack from across the table as he crossed his arms defiantly.

”You know the protocol Mack. If you have an issue with me or the way I run things, you can either take it up with me privately, or file a complaint to HQ and wait for a response.”

They emphasized the word privately. It wasn’t the first time they had to repeat that to Mack, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

“But that’s the thing Captain.” He paused to lean forward in his seat, the sides of his lips down turned and eyes holding a look that they didn’t like. “I don’t understand what HQ sees in you. I don’t even think you were built to be captain of this ship.”

A hush fell over the table where everyone was sitting at. Burt and Celci exchanged a quick look, gazes slightly nervous. Even Mark had stopped in his desperate pleas to look at Mack with eyes as big as those cookies in the break room.

”In fact I don’t think you were built for space at all. Just the other day I saw you leaning over the sink in the bathrooms with your helmet off, cryi-“

”That is enough.”

The Captain was now standing, arms having been slammed down loudly on the cold, cold marble surface of the table to emphasize their words. Their tone had been harsh and abrupt, sending chills down everyone’s spine.

Even with the inky black tint of their helmet concealing their face, Mack knew he had gone too far just by the way they were looking at him.

For once in all his time on the ship, he listened to them. Shutting his mouth quietly and slinking backwards into his seat.

”This concludes this months meeting. If you have any questions, contact me through coms. I will be in my quarters.”

Even though they had just offered for any one of them to ask questions, no one got the feeling that they should. Or would.

The door slammed behind them on the way out. It left a gust of wind to blow through the now silent room, all eyes on the spot where they had just been standing.

No one dared to speak

A knock from the blue and silver doors from across their bed. The Captains gaze flickered from the reflection of their face from the helmet in their hands, swiftly putting it back on in one fluid motion before allowing the computer to let whomever was on the other side in.

A head of messy brown locks poked itself in, a small smile accompanying soft brown eyes as Mark made his way into their room.

”I brought food.” He said softly, sitting down at the foot of their bed to offer a plate full of cookies to the Captain.

“I nabbed them from the fridge. Burt will be upset later but I figured you needed them more than him.”

The Captain wordlessly smiled. And although Mark couldn’t see it, his own face light up as their gloved hand reached out to take one.

It was quiet for a moment, the only sound coming from a helmet being lifted up slightly so the chocolate cookie could be eaten.

Mark watched, his eyes asking questions that his mouth refused to.

”Its alright.” The Captain finally spoke after swallowing a mouthful of dough and chocolate. “You can ask.”

“Why do you let Mack do that to you.” Mark sighed, cocking his head to the side and throwing slightly. They resisted the urge to crack a smile, thinking about how he looked like a puppy right now.

”To be honest it’s not me he’s trying to upset. It’s you Mark.” They stated, pausing to take another bite while the engineer across them processed their words.

”Me?”

”Yes Mark.” The Captain finished their treat with one more bite, now turning fully and sitting up straight to properly look at him.

”He knows that you have a certain amount of—respect, shall we say—for me. And Mack finds it enjoyable to push your buttons through constantly commentating and voicing his opinion about things I do.”

”But why-“

”Don’t ask me. I would know just about as much as you do on that matter.” They sighed.

“And before you remind me that I have the authority to throw him off this ship, much less demote him to a lower status, let me remind you that I know that.”

The Captain let a beat of silence wash over them, allowing their hand to creep up to Marks shoulder and place a reassuring squeeze on it. If they weren’t having the conversation they were now with him, they would have made a teasing remark about the way his face flushed at their touch.

”But I believe everyone deserves second chances. Sometimes even a third fourth or fifth. You of all people should know that, Mark.”

He swallowed as the hidden message made its home in his brain, adams apple bobbing as the memory of a certain warp core.

“Understood, Captain.”

They gave one more squeeze to his shoulder before wrapping their arms around Mark, bringing him in for a soft hug.

They both melted into it, Marks giddy love-struck expression a stark and beautiful contrast to the Captains hidden yet greatful one.

The embrace was only broken at the sound of the computer speaking from overhead.

Captain, Burt and Celci are at the door. They have informed me that they wish to check on you. It seems as if Burt is hiding something poorly behind his back, appearing to be a mug titled Number One Captain. Should I let them in?

The Captain laughed softly as Mark grumbled under his breath about ‘stupid Celci’ ruining his time with the Captain. But nonetheless the doors to their quarters opened, allowing two more people to enter the room.

Almost how a warm feeling entered their heart.

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Wholesome Ego Headcannons

Hey look! I'm not dead! Sorry I haven't posted in a while, I'm back at school and have been pretty busy. Anyway, I hope you enjoy these headcannons! -------------------------------------------------------

Mark -

• I see this man being very cuddley. At home if he's not working, he'll just cuddle up to you on the couch. Or if you're busy at your desk he'll just slip his arms around you and hug you. When you're out in public he'll usually just be holding your hand.

• He asked for your opinion on what color he should dye his hair every time he did so.

• Loves to bring you snacks if/when you stream.

• His favorite picture of you is of you and Chica laying in the grass on a sunny day (it's his phone's wallpaper).

• When either of you go on long trips he FaceTimes you to talk about both of your days.

Dark -

• You and Wilford are besties and will often try to get Dark to do something fun with you (sometimes it starts to become Wilford third wheeling but he doesn't mind).

• He uses rose petal cologne... I do not take criticism.

• He teases you sometimes just so he can see you flustered.

• He loves when you hang out in his office when he's working to keep him company.

• He will never admit it but he likes watching cheesy romance movies with you.

Wilford -

• If you ever get mad at him he'll leave and come back with food and puppy eyes.

• He'll randomly take your hand and slow dance with you in the living room.

• He loves nuzzling your noses.

• He loves to buy you clothes and when he sees you wear them he gets excited.

• Sometimes when he is reminded of Damien, Celine, and Actor, he has panic attacks. He'll lock himself in his room and curl up in the corner on the floor, sobbing. When this happens you knock a small jingle (to let him know it's you and he can let you in when he's ready) on the door and sit outside to wait. When he lets you in you'll hug him, tell him that everything is okay and that it wasn't his fault, and give him kisses to make him feel better. He doesn't know what he would do if he didn't have you at those times.

Yancy -

• In prison there's not much you can do for dates... but since you're with the man who knows every nook and cranny of the place he figures things out. At night he'll sneak you outside to stargaze and he can scare all the other prisoners out of the cafeteria at meal time and get the chefs to make you a nice dinner, he'll make sure you can be as happy with him as possible.

• If you share a cell he'll cuddle you when you're cold... or just because.

• He brags about you to everyone else, that includes the guards and the warden.

• He loves pet names, his favorite ones for you being 'buttercup' and 'doll'

• If he's ever insecure about his accent, you reassure him that you love it and that it's amazing the way it is. He appreciates you a lot for that.

Illinois -

• After a long day of adventuring, he loves relaxing with you in his arms as he reads a good book.

• When you steal his hat, or he puts it on your head, he takes a second to stare and take it how much he really loves you.

• If he ever finds out you had a crush on Indiana Jones at some point he'll implode... aka he'll get really flustered and probably get you in a bear hug the next time he sees you.

• This man loves plushies and you can't prove me wrong. If you give him a plush he will have it sitting on his bed and sometimes cuddle it when he goes to sleep. (+10 points if you spray it with your perfume)

• He likes to call you 'peach'.

Engineer Mark -

• He's a puppy. If you give him head pats he will do anything and everything to get more. You called him a good boy once as a joke and he wouldn't stop talking about it for a month. (His newest nickname from you is 'puppy')

• He loves hugs and physical affection  and will constantly try to get hugs from you all the time.

• Celci doesn't understand why you want to date him but will admit that you look cute together.

• Whenever you need him to show you how to do something he'll place his hands on top of yours to show you. He doesn't really think about it but, once he sees you blushing a little, he'll blush and get all smiley.

• If you ever get hurt on the ship, even if its just a tiny paper cut, he'll panic and rush you to the medical room to make sure you're okay.

[rat-that-writes]

Take What You Want pt. 2 | Engineer Mark x Reader

a/n: this took a while oops

part one

word count: 3001 | taglist: @softladyhours @chaos-carnation

tw: gn reader, smut, soft dom engie, sub reader, biting, light choking, oral (reader receiving), no condom, mark cums in reader, orgasm control

“Then don’t hold back. Take what you want, please.”

You didn’t fully know what he wanted, but you had a pretty good idea of it by the way grinned down at you. His hand let go of your wrists to carefully encircle your throat, not squeezing; just a light pressure. It was enough to make you moan hungrily and beg him for more.

Mark wasn’t a sadist by any means, but he loved to make you feel good. And if that included inflicting a little pain on you, he was not going to be one to deny you that. Of course, he would never go too far. He liked you too much to really, really hurt you, even if you wanted it. Oh, and you were his employer and all that. Probably shouldn’t mortally wound your boss during sex.

With one hand kept around your throat, his other flew down to your underwear. His fingers fumbled with the waistband, his eyes meeting yours as a silent question. Nodding your head as best you could, you let out a breathy moan as he gave your neck a firm squeeze.

Mark wasted no time getting yours pants off, already far too worked up from your earlier constant teasing and what had transpired afterwards. His long fingers ghosted over your inner thighs, feeling the softness as his hand slowly travelled over your skin. Suddenly, he sat up again, only to lean over you and pull your tank top over your head. Once that was thrown to the floor, he looked over you, eyes wide and hungry.

His breathing was heavy, eyes raking over your form as if he was reading a book written on your skin. A twinge of insecurity fell over you, making you turn your head to the side and cover your torso with your arms in a futile attempt to hide yourself. He looked at your face again, brows furrowed in concern.

“The fact that you could ever think you’re not the most fucking gorgeous person on this ship, in this galaxy, is insane,” he breathed out, voice seemingly strained just by the sight of you.

You rolled your eyes playfully, the heat across your face deepening. He smiled at you, hands flying down to hold your waist firmly as his mouth crashed down on yours. Hands free from his clutches, you brought them to his face to feel that adorable scruffy beard of his. He knew you loved his facial hair, and he went crazy every time he felt your fingers brushing against his beard. Both of you loved it.

The sudden realisation that Mark still had his underwear on made you whine into his mouth and him lift his head from yours. Your hands flew down to his waist, slowly inching towards his waistband. Fingers dipping between his skin and the soft material of his boxers, you wrapped them around his dick. A shuddering groan came from him as you swiped your thumb over the head, spreading his precum over his length. He bucked into your hand, but grabbed your arm.

“Let me take care of you first, please?”

You felt your face heating up again at the statement. His soft smile and gentle, questioning eyes made your stomach erupt with butterflies and your heart sing. God, how could this man be giving you butterflies even while he had you under him?

“You do so much for all of us, Y/N, just let me make you feel good.”

All you could manage was a soft moan and a nod as he pressed kisses down your throat, all over your chest and stomach. As he travelled lower and lower down your body, you looked down to see those deep brown puppy-dog eyes you loved so much. He could hold so much emotion in those eyes, so much intensity that you sometimes found it hard to look at them for too long.

He groaned when he reached your thighs, his fingers tightly gripping your hips as he pressed chaste kisses over your skin. His teeth bit into you gently, coaxing a soft gasp from your throat. His warm tongue soothed the mark just before another he bit your thigh again, and again, between soft kisses and heavy breaths.

Getting restless, you brought a hand down to softly grip his dark locks, making him look up at you again. You tugged lightly on his hair, making him groan deeply before he snaked his arms around your thighs and squeezed them, his large hands warm on your soft skin. Pushing your legs open, he let his tongue trace over you slowly, tearing a whine from your throat. He looked at you, eyes focused on your expression as he continued to move his tongue up and down your sex, his breathy groans only adding to your building pleasure.

His grip on your thighs tightened momentarily every time you let out a noise, his eyes closing in contentment as he picked up his pace and pushed himself closer to you. The pressure inside of you was building up, your legs beginning to tense with every stroke of his tongue. Mark was very aware of every movement you made, his eyes intensely focused on your face when they were open. But, he was getting lost in your pleasure, his eyes closing with yours as he licked and sucked at you faster and faster.

Everything he did to you felt like heaven, even the slight scratch of his beard against your thighs only added to your pleasure. Every moan and whimper you made only made him more determined to make you cum, his brows furrowing as he focused on what made you buck your hips and whine out his name.

At some point; you don’t remember when, he does something with his tongue that makes your breath escape from your lungs and your body shiver, almost violently. Mark definitely notices, and repeats his actions, pleased with the results he’s given when you pull on his hair harder and gasp as if he’s the only being capable of bringing you the oxygen you need.

“Mark, f-fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you whined, his resounding groan making you shudder. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, and Mark was the fuel you so desperately wanted to douse yourself in.

Luckily for you, he somehow increased his efforts even more. You were tantalisingly close, your thoughts replaced with nothing but the thought of the man between your thighs as you moaned his name like a mantra. His grip on your thighs tightened again, and the groan he let out as he moved his tongue so deliciously against you sent you over the edge.

His grip on you loosened slightly, and his tongue slowed down so as to not overstimulate you too much. He stared up at you as you gasped and shook, slowly drinking in the sight of you as if he would never get to see it again. Hands moving to your waist, he stroked his thumbs against your skin in an attempt to ground you.

Evidently, Mark was getting impatient, his hips grinding and bucking against the couch cushions slowly in time with his tongue rubbing against your sex as you came down from your high. Tugging on his hair, you made him stop his ministrations and look up at you, his soft lips and beard glistening with his spit and your excitement. The sight made you shiver with delight.

He seemed to know what you wanted, though, as he stood up to take off his boxers and wipe his chin with a tissue, grinning at you. You smiled back at him, face heating up just slightly. Your eyes were focused on his hands slowly pushing the soft material of his underwear down his legs, but soon your gaze was redirected to his cock as it sprang free from its confinement. He looked a lot bigger than what you had felt earlier.

His grin only widened when he saw where your eyes were lingering, a slight blush dusting across his cheeks when your eyes met. You smiled bashfully and turned your head to the side, facing away from him. You still kept your head turned as you felt the cushions dip underneath his weight, and paused when he saw the slightly nervous look on your face.

“Are you still okay with this? We can just cuddle if you want to, no pressure,” he spoke, softly and so gentle he was almost whispering.

“No, I really want this; you… You’re just making me blush,” you replied, voice growing more bashful towards the end. That made him smirk.

“In that case…”

His voice trailed off as he lowered his body gently against yours, the warm contact making both of you moan quietly. His dick was pressed up against your stomach, the size of it making your eyes widen as you felt him twitch against your skin.

His head ducked down to meet your lips in a deep kiss, his mouth trailing kisses along your jawline, down your throat, and back up again. You whined and pawed at his shoulders, desperate for more. But he didn’t let up, only continuing to kiss your skin and add his hands into the mix as he brought them up to squeeze at your waist, and trail up your torso.

You were thankful he wasn’t one for just sticking his dick in you and making no efforts towards your pleasure, but you were getting impatient. You could feel the throb of his cock against you while he pressed light kisses to your skin. Maybe it was time to kick this up a notch.

Snaking a hand down his torso, you felt his soft skin ripple beneath your fingers as his muscles tensed at the contact. Slowly, you traced his v-lines, a shudder and a moan coming from him as you did so. His kisses turned from light pecks to bites, trying to silence himself as you touched him so tenderly. This was definitely a sweet spot for him, and you made note of it for future use.

He was so distracted by your movements that he didn’t notice when your other hand moved from tugging on his hair to smoothing down his body and around his cock. The responding gasp made you giggle as his hips bucked involuntarily. He was moaning into your neck now, his teeth grazing your skin as you lightly squeezed his dick.

Eventually, his patience seemed to have worn out, as he leaned over to reach into the cabinet next to you for a small bottle of lube. You internally questioned why someone would leave that there, but you weren’t complaining in the slightest as he squeezed some onto his fingers and spread some over your hole, and the rest on his dick. He looked down at you, a silent question hanging in the air.

“Mark, just fuck me already,” you whined, making him chuckle lightly as he leaned down and pressed his chest against yours. His lips met your neck as he slowly pushed into you, groaning into your skin as you squeaked at the feeling. You were right, he was definitely big. The stretch made your eyes water just slightly, but the care he was taking with you made any discomfort soon wash away and turn into burning pleasure as his hips met yours.

He let out a deep groan, one that you could feel as it reverberated in his chest. You could tell he was trying so hard to stay still and not buck his hips against you, the strain in his voice clear as he let out expletives against your skin. You felt so full, so surrounded by him that it felt like the only thing that existed in the moment was you and him.

You brought your legs up to hook around Mark’s waist, and he bit into your shoulder and groaned at the feeling. One of your hands clutched at his hair, the other on his bicep as you pressed kisses along his throat.

“Mark,” you whispered, a slight whining tone to your voice making him smile.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

Oh, he was going to make you beg for it. Bastard. His smile was far too smug for your liking, so you decided you would get rid of it. Tightening your legs around him, you shifted your hips so he was even deeper inside of you. The smile dropped from his face immediately as he shuddered and loudly groaned, his hips bucking into you involuntarily.

His growl in your ear surprised you, this being the first time you'd ever heard him make that sort of sound, and God did you like it. You liked it so much, in fact, that you repeated your motions just to hear it again. And he repeated his own, even deeper and closer to your ear. Clearly, he had lost some of his patience again, as he grabbed your arms and shoved them up above your head. It was such a demanding gesture, coming from your gentle head engineer. The contrast of his rough movements and soft eyes made you weak, and you stared up at him, bound and pinned to the cushions by his body.

“You didn’t answer my question, baby,” he whispered. Your pleading eyes unfortunately were not convincing enough for him to let you off the hook.

“Fuck me, Mark, please.”

A pause.

“Say it again.”

All you could manage was a quiet whimper.

“Come on, Captain,” he smirked. “I know you can do better than that.”

His prideful smirk and expectant gaze only made your face grow warmer as you felt his fingers rub at your wrists in quiet encouragement. Although, apparently you had taken too long to speak as Mark decided a sharp thrust of his hips would be sufficient motivation. You let out a surprised yelp at the motion, and finally spoke.

“God, fuck me, pleasepleaseplease,”

“Not God, sweetheart, but pretty close,” he taunted you, and immediately set a steady, punishing rhythm. The sounds you two made would most definitely be heard by the crew if it weren’t for the fact that they were asleep in their cryopods, ignorant to the unprofessional activities taking place between the two of you.

Your legs locked around his waist, shaking with pleasure as he railed you hard and fast. His hands tightened their grip on your own as you pleaded to touch him. A heavy moan came from the man before he removed your wrists from his clutches and wrapped his arms around you and kissed at your neck. The sounds you made only fueled his desires and encouraged his hips to slam into yours.

Already, you felt the knot in your core threaten to untangle. The way his hips rut against yours, the desperate noises he moaned into your skin took you closer and closer to the edge. You tugged on his hair and managed to whimper out a “close,” into his ear. Though, his reaction was not one you were anticipating or necessarily wanting.

He slowed his thrusts and kisses, but still keeping them just as deep and hard. An almost painful-sounding whine came from your throat as he smirked into your skin, shuddering with pleasure as he pushed deep inside you and felt you squeeze around him.

“You feel so fucking good, baby, need it to last longer,” he breathed, voice strained and desperate. You whined as he used you, so close to the edge yet just not enough to push you over the edge. It was so tantalisingly close, if only he would speed up again and let you cum.

“Mark, please- I need it so bad, please, please-!” you whined, breathless and desperate.

He lifted his head up to look at you, still keeping up his slow but deep pace.

“Do you want me to cum in you, Captain?”

You can only manage to nod frantically at the thought, too caught up in the pleasure he’s giving you to speak. Smirking devilishly at you, his thrusts speed up again and you almost combust right then and there. Your legs shook violently and he pushed into you, tearing squeaks and whimpers from your throat without mercy.

You never knew he could be so unforgiving.

And you liked it.

Easily, the heat in your core ignited and spread throughout your body, making you arch into Mark and squeeze around him as his hips stuttered and he groaned loudly into the skin of your neck. The pleasure didn’t stop, though, as he continued to fuck you through it. His thrusts were determined, his hold on you intense but pleasurable.

You felt teeth bite into your shoulder and you heard Mark groan helplessly, his eyes squeezing shut as he buried himself into you as deep as possible and let his cum spill inside you, filling you up as much as his body would let him. You were still twitching around him, much to his amusement.

Catching your breath, you reached a hand into his messy hair and brought his face down to yours, kissing him with passion. Eagerly, Mark returned the kiss and deepened it as his own hands came up to cradle your cheeks. Lifting his head from yours, he rested his face in the crook of your neck and sighed into your skin.

“We should clean up,” he mumbled.

“M’ tired.”

Suddenly, Mark got up. The sudden loss of him inside you made you whine quietly and he kissed your cheek to soothe you.

“I’ll run us a bath, ok? You just try not to fall asleep,” he whispered and made his way to the bathroom. You watched him, admiring the way his muscles looked in the low light surrounding him. God, you were lucky he ended up being your head engineer.

Now, to brainstorm excuses as to why you’ll be walking funny the next morning. Hopefully the crew won’t say too much about it.

[buc-eebarnes]

go in as a green light

He clears his throat. “Hi. Um. The crew told me you hadn’t gone to the mess hall to eat yet. I was wondering, if, uh…” he waffles a bit putting his words together, and when he’s finally able to speak, it’s a rush of, “D’youwannagetdinner?”

pairing: captaineer

tags: first dates, second dates, the romance route egos appear but it's comical, post-iswm, hold on ending

rated T || 4275 words

“Ah,” you glance back to where you had crackers and a hastily wrapped block of cheese on your dining table laid out. You’d been feeling sluggish all day and hadn’t wanted to leave your room. “Real food would be amazing right now.” The corner of his lips quirks up, and it changes his sheepish expression. “There’s something really good in the kitchen tonight. Chef says it’s your favorite.”

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[coff33notforme]

Hmm for Engineer, maybe him with a captain on the new planet? Basically life after the events of ISWM. Could have some PTSD from both parties and comforting each other through it all.

A/n: EATING THIS REQUEST WHOLE, dude this was such a cute prompt! I really enjoyed writing this one

Synopsis: After the events of ISWM, Mark and the Captain are trying desperately to forget what they had experienced on the ship, but their past is catching up to them rather quickly

Warnings: Mentions of hallucinations, unhealthy coping mechanisms

After the events on the ship you and Mark had undoubtedly been traumatized, whether you had realized it or not there would be long lasting effects of what you had been subjected to.

Regardless of the things you had experienced, you desperately wanted to forget everything that had happened, but it seemed as though it wouldn’t be as easy as you initially had hoped.

You had moved on to directing the construction of the new colonies, while Mark had been there alongside you working to build a civilization from the ground up.

You had been kept busy for months, with news of the progress of the building while you had helped solve problems that colonists were having while settling in, you felt it was necessary to keep yourself busy, to keep your mind from drifting to darker corners of your mind, things you needed to forget.  

You arrived home, slamming the door with a sigh as you slumped from the doorway cracking your joints with a pleasing hum as you began to set up your work on the kitchen counter, laying out the blueprints you needed to review and approve as well as complaints you had collected from Cici.

This would undoubtedly take more than a couple hours to finish, but well you were already tired, so you made a promise that you wouldn’t stay up for too long. 

Your eyes fluttered open groggily, you groaned at the sudden light that flooded your vision. 

You rubbed your eyes trying to adjust to the overwhelming light.

“Enjoy your nap Cap’n?” you knew that teasing nickname.You lazily turned your head up to the engineer, a warm smile spread across his face. 

“Mark? What are you doing? What time is it?” you asked, your voice still heavy with sleep as you stretched your back out and pushed yourself away from the counter, covered with unfinished sheets and documents. 

“It’s about ten-thirty-seven, and way past your bedtime. What were you even doing down here?” his brows furrowed as his chocolate brown eyes scanned the papers. You frowned as you collected the unfinished sheets. 

“Oh nothing, just documents for work. Which I still need to finish.” you murmured, anxiously eyeing the stack. 

“Well you can just finish them tomorrow, you don’t have to go in that early anyways right?” you smiled looking back to Mark as you abandoned the counter. 

“Yeah, I guess you're right.” taking his calloused hand, flicking the kitchen light off as you left the room. Making your way to the master bedroom through the empty house. 

You looked into the mirror mindlessly as you counted the seconds, brushing your teeth thoroughly before you spat out the overwhelming mint flavored paste. As you rinsed your brush under the cold water Mark called to you from the bedroom as he changed. 

“So, how are you?” the question seemed drawn out, almost hesitant, as if he was leading onto something else.

“Mark, we already talked about this over lunch, did you already forget what I told you.” you teased as you opened the cabinet setting your toothbrush next to Marks as you turned the light off joining Mark in the bedroom. 

“No, no I was just…y’know curious if you maybe forgot to tell me something exciting.” 

You quirked an eyebrow out at him doubtingly. 

“Uh huh, well I feel like you're trying to get to something else, so why don’t you just go ahead and say it Mark, I hate it when you dance around stuff like this.”

A dense silence fell over the room, and you felt a familiar feeling of dread stir in your chest. 

“I want to talk about…about what happened on the ship.” you felt your body go stiff. 

“Why would you want to talk about that?” your voice wavered as you tried to swallow the lump in your throat. 

“I just, I’ve been seeing things and hearing things, things that I’ve wanted to forget, but I just can’t.” 

Again a silence fell over the room, it felt with each passing second a weight was pressing down on your chest.

You paused. 

“I know Mark, I can still hear them too.” 

Mark turned to you, his eyes glossy, as his bottom lip trembled lightly.

“Was it my fault? I know we’ve talked about this before, but I can’t help but think about what would’ve happened if I hadn’t even built the warp core.” his voice shook as he gripped his face, his eyes fixated on the floor as his body shook lightly. You frowned, walking around the bed as you squatted in front of him taking his hand in yours once again as you gave it a reassuring squeeze, his panicked eyes flickered to yours. 

“Mark, you can’t blame yourself for everything that happened, it’s not fair to you. Sure you built the machine, but nobody could’ve known what kind of power it was capable of.” Mark gave a slow nod, his eyes not leaving yours. You smiled scooting in to give him a tight hug.

“I love you, okay? Don’t forget that.” you whispered as Mark buried his face into the crook of your neck, leaving a quick peck against your warm skin. 

“What do you say we head to bed now?”

“Sounds like a plan Cap’n.”

Can't tell if I like this one, but oh well. Once again reblogs are appreciated!