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Mark and the precious alien buddy he saved.
You're like a big headed astronaut straight from an 'I want to believe' poster, but way more cute in his opinion. Overall, you're built like a human and closely colored like one too, but your eyes are bigger and vacuous. Black as marbles, no pupils in there. No thoughts, either
He's gotten into the passing habit of chirping out for you (or at least the name he's given) to see your eyes flick to the corner of your face to look at him.
"You miss me? Gimme a big blink if you do."
It shows off the little white edge of your sclera, like a peeking shark hiding in a reef.
Not to neglect making mention of these super cute little feelers on your head. They're actually kinda fuzzy to touch. Like a kiwi skin.
Really freaked out first time around when he went ahead and poked 'em without askingー it was instinct, he swears!
They were wriggling around like fingers in the air when he'd mouth these sounds at you to annoy you best he could. It wasn't malicious or anything, just the same way you blow air at your pet to watch their ears circle around and nip at you.
He wanted to touch, wasn't thinking, and then you squinted away like a slug at the sharp 'tap' to your feelers end. He hadn't even noticed your flinching, too entranced by how they curled up into these little pinwheels to protect themselves.
Rudy theorized you likely used them to sense shifts in the atmosphere and magnetic waves from the planets core. To Mark that's pretty cool, but he's found more use in playing with them when he's sort of bored. He tugs on them and chuckles over how you squint and whine. If you're making enough of a scene he grabs you up and tugs at them with his teeth ends while your eyes gloss over.
He always stops eventually, not immediately, and holds you in his arms smiling over how sensitive you're acting. He's not heartless, y'know?
Oh and don't get him started on baths- for whatever reason you hate water. Maybe it was a planetary thing and you just didn't have it back home? Gah, whatever. You gotta get clean eventually. But you fight tooth and nail, which is more like gums and declawed paws to Mark, to get away from the bathroom when it's your turn.
Course he always strips you and gets you in that bath. But to keep you there he has to clasp his arms around you tight and suds you down.
By afternoon is usually when he's busiest and you've gotten comfortable on his bed to sleep. It's his favorite place for you to be laying, keeps the bed warm for him and is often the first thing he sees when he gets back in the evening from whatever he was doing before.
It's a habit of his to come over at your side, silent, smiling to himself as he pats your head and scratches your nape, rolls you over onto your back so he can pet your tummy and rub your thighs open and apart. It often leads to him cuddling up to you and dragging you up the bed to hold onto like a toy.
It depends on how bad the fight was today on if he leaves it at that.
If it was bad, however,
His hand's at the base of your head encouraging your weird habit of licking him. Usually you keep it at his hair, but he wants it on his skin, so with little tugs he has you reposition your mouth to his neck or his clavicle. Help him get hard so he can shoulder some responsibility on you for helping incite what comes next.
Not to be crass or anything, but you're a little different from a human down there.
Two holes, not one. A phallic thing lays like a chubby squash on your belly where he holds you down by the chest to keep you still. One of the few things that does overlap with humans is you being averse to nudity.
He's hurt you there on many occasion but to his credit he tries to be gentle as his species can be. Well. If flicking it to see how it'll react and watching you yowl and squirm counts as gentle. All in good fun, really. He never makes you bleed. He's just curious is all.
It's sweet how you purr and quail when it starts as hugs and kitten licks, then devolve to mutters and weak attempts of escape when you realize his fingers pressing at one of your slits, then breaching it entirely with an amused squint to his eyes when your back curls off the bed. Fingering you open as if he doesn't know your babbling definitely means 'stop'.
He's gotten practice before (with wanting and willing partners, that is) so it won't hurt as long as you quit squirming.
To be fair, you're not a totally innocent party in this. It's not like you don't know what sex even is, you're smarter than a dog and have more agency than any pet, you just have the cuddly tendencies of both and a face cute enough to bite as a bonus.
... Oh, don't even! He's definitely caught you some nights when you've fallen asleep with his pillows stuffed between your legs. You're not very subtle at all during that time of the month when you hole up in the bathroom, start laying in his laundry piles or literally against him like a monkey on a branch. He's seen the little wet spots you leave on his pillow cases, his sheets. What's the use in fighting him when he's being such a good ownerー I mean. friend. And isn't Mark such a good friend?