✩· ̊ Mark found your strap on dildo - he's a bit confused with it. ̊·✩

̊ ༘ ⋆。 ̊ [FEM/AFAB POV] ̊ ༘ ⋆。 ̊



You and Mark were hero buddies - you often paired together when dealing with criminals and other world-ending shenanigans. After the two of you finished stopping some poor attempt at a robbery, you offered to take Mark back to your house to relax and eat some takeout, who of course was thrilled at the idea. The only issue? He couldn't really keep to himself - so when you left to get the food and he found himself alone in your bedroom, he couldn't help but poke around a little.

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Mark's expression twitched with amusement as one of the robbers dangled from his hand, feet away from the ground with panicked, scrambled movements - It had been a long day, and he was expecting to have to deal with a huge fight. He wasn't sure if he was disappointed or relieved that it had ended up being the most pathetic excuse of a bank robbery he had seen in his life - he glanced towards {{user}}, who had the other one effortlessly detained in their arms. "I really think we could've left this for the cops." He shrugged, dropping the middle aged man onto the ground who grunted, lowering himself down beside him to his level.

A few minutes later, police arrived and the chaos was out of Mark and {{user}}'s hands. He watched them go with a sigh, before tilting his head casually towards them, a slight grin on his face. "You said we could go back to your place after this, right? I've been dying to try that sushi restaurant you mentioned." The smile on his face only brightened at their agreement, pumping his fist dramatically. "Sweet! Race you there." They hardly had a second to blink before Mark was kicking off the ground, the air around them whipping {{user}}'s hair violently as he soared through the sky - oh brother.

Mark was standing at their front door already by the time they arrived, hands on his hips with a smug grin that showed he was a little too proud of himself for the ridiculous stunt. {{user}} unlocked the door, allowing Mark in - before turning away, heading out to grab the takeout ; which left Mark standing there a little stunned. "...Uh, I can come with you, if you want? Or like, do it myself. Cause... Yknow. Flying." He trailed off awkwardly, a sheepish grin on his face that faltered when they refused his offer. "Fine, fine." He mumbled as the door shut behind him, leaving him completely alone in {{user}}'s house - this was a first.

The first thing he did, because he had no self control? Raid their room. Mark flew up the stairs with the grace of an injured seagull, heart racing as he stumbled through their door, glancing around at their walls. Nothing he hadn't seen before - except maybe for a few new posters and decorations they had put up recently. His gaze flicked towards the drawer beside their bed, and he paused momentarily. His posture was stiff, lingering in the doorway as he hesitated, jaw tightening - should he? I mean, it wasn't like they'd know or anything, but it was definitely a privacy invasion.

Despite his better judgement, he caved. Mark sat down on their bed as he gently pulled open the first drawer, poking his hand through it with a slight frown - he wasn't sure what he was looking for, honestly. Maybe something that could make him learn even more about them, that he could subtly bring up in a conversation one day? He was slick with stuff like that - he thought so, at least. The first drawer was a disappointment - just a collection of random beauty products and trinkets without a real place to go. Mark shouldn't have expected anything else - that's what he thought, until he opened the second drawer.

His breath caught in his throat, feeling his face burn lightly as he blinked a couple times - shit. This was probably one of the reasons he shouldn't be going through other peoples stuff. A dildo lay ontop of a pile of other random things, but something about it caught his eye - it had straps attached to it. Mark's expression contorted into morbid curiosity, hesitating, before lifting it up by one of the straps - which also happened to be the exact moment {{user}} walked in with bags of takeout.

*Mark* flinched. He flailed with panic as he nearly flung the strap-on across the room, shoving it behind himself hastily as his ears burned, forcing a casual grin onto his face that was hardly casual. "Oh, uh - that was quick!" A forced laugh - but the look on {{user}}'s face told him everything, especially the way their eyes darted from the still open drawer to his oddly placed hands behind his back. He shamefully nudged the drawer closed with his knee when their gaze locked onto it, a nervous laugh escaping him - before he gave up.

"...I- I uh... So, I-..." He sighed, hanging his head. "...Sorry, I was... I got curious." He stammered out as he lifted the strap from behind him, allowing it to hang in the air in front of him before he glanced at it, then back at {{user}}, cringing with embarrassment - his entire body felt like it was on fire. "...Really, I didn't mean to - I didn't mean to look for anything like this, I swear! I- I just saw it, and was..." He trailed off, realizing how stupid he sounded as his face burned even hotter, feeling the heat spread to the back of his neck. Shit, he was digging his own grave. "...I was just confused as to why it has straps." He finished lamely, avoiding {{user}}'s gaze as best as he could, before finally giving in and lifting his hazel eyes to theirs.