#lenseless invincible

MAINSTREAM! MARK

he'll always deny it but he loves when he has to fight for your attention

um may I be so controversial to say but when mark comes back all late at night and finds you all snuggled in bed he really just can't get enough of you

omg this this!! you go through the effort of tying his wrists back to the headboard, teasing him, talking him through his orgasm, and when the waves of pleasure subsides and your tight grip is soo slippery from his cum and he's whining and his hips are bucking and you're not talking anymore cause you're so locked in and his brain is melting he just can't help himself and your poorly tied knot slips undone and he's trying to buck you off ooo this boy would be such a baby when it comes to overstimulation

LENSELESS! MARK

literally the blueprint for how I imagine sex with him omg

lazy mornings in bed with him <33

I feel like he's such a quickie enthusiast like, fucking in the bathroom and trying soo hard to be quiet but its so hard when hes got you bent in half, face pressed against the counter top, his warm, calloused hand gripping your shoulder and pulling you back into his thrusts <3

SINISTER! MARK

his version of coming home late and seeing you in bed oops 🫣

hes a munch in every universe idk what to tell you guys

he has a habit of digging his nails into wherever he's grabbing while he's got you pinned and is bullying your pussy <33

Maybe more - how deep does the Earth’s crust go? Could he check? He should check. Oooh, maybe in the middle of a city and all the lava would spew out and he’d tell Dad that rebels did it and Dad would say, “Don’t call them rebels, son, it encourages them,” as if Mark doesn’t want them be to be encouraged, duh.

Like these guys! Super rebellious, and the blond lady was giving this cool speech but then he got bored because, like, it didn’t actually hurt much when her big lightning array thingy was holding him in place - the buzz wore off a couple minutes in which is sooooo laaaaame and he started thinking about how Dad keeps saying they should do more for the Empire and go off planet and expansion expansion get that fucking DLC quick and Mark felt annoyed so he ripped the lady’s head off and shoved it through her soulmate’s stomach. A classic!

“Wake uuuup,” he whines and kicks at one of the armoured dudes that spawned like pop up knights from all the mirrors in this joint.

But the metal just flings across the room and smashes through an old ass piano.

He slumps over. What a let down.

The whole world just hates Mark having any fun, and he knows he can make his own fun and be an independent woman and not need no man, but like, man. What’s a guy gotta do to have a good time around here? Should he join the rebellion so he can finally stir up a bit of excitement? Ugh, but then Dad would lecture him, and he really hates Dad’s lectures, but not enough to want Dad dead because it’s his Dad and everything is just totally the worst, and no one understands.

If he had a soulmate, they’d understand.

He meets his own eyes in one of the mirrors. Most of them have cracked or smashed, but a few remain. He drifts over to one huge mirror near the slightly less huge but still plenty big set of double wooden doors that he blasted through earlier.

He widens his eyes and crosses them until it makes him laugh, tugs at the corner of the eyeholes where it hooks up in a super cool way, and he’s really, really glad Art did such an amazing job when Mark told him exactly what he wanted when he was a kid. Sucks that Art died, but he was an old dude anyway, and humans don’t last long.

Dude, you have pretty eyes

His soulmark is still there on his chest.

He checks sometimes, because they’re supposed to fade a little if his soulmate dies before they meet. But he isn’t a dumb little kid now - he knows they’re really unlikely to meet, since not everyone does despite it being a promise that they’ll speak to him and say his words and love him and understand him and love him - and he’s obviously one of the unlucky few.

Sucks a lot. He doesn’t think about it much, just whenever he sees his eyes, because they kind of belong to his soulmate, really. He hates when they get gouged out or stabbed in a fight. Feels personal, y’know? Like the bad guy is trying to steal them from his soulmate, and that’s just not cool.

Even if they never ever ever meet-

He rubs his thumb under the rim of his eye, presses the nail in until it hurts. Grins.