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neobomb · 6 months

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give into things i (dont) want to [mark lee] - the sequel

Toxic! (yandere ish) possessive/jealous! bsf!Mark x super innocent!virgin!reader Warnings: dark and triggering content, mature themes, toxic/inappropriate behaviour, manipulation, forcing??, unprotected sex, corruption kink, noncon, fingering, creampie, MDNI, smut smut smut

part of the give into things i (dont) want to series. please read part 1 before this [Pt.1] [Pt.2] Word Count: 1.2k Summary: Your best friend Mark doesn't like it when you go out on a date. © 2023 @neobomb. Unauthorized copying, translation, manipulation, or alteration of this work is strictly prohibited. All rights reserved.

“Mark, please stop.” You manage to briefly break free from the heated makeout session, gasping for air, but Mark's kisses quickly silence your attempted words. Mark was deaf to your pleas, seemingly lost in his own desires. You knew that Mark wasn’t listening. He had stopped listening long ago.

Drawing from the waning strength in your limbs, you shove him away with all the force you could muster, breaking free from the kiss completely this time. His piercing gaze locks onto yours, capturing the unmistakable signs of defeat etched across your expression.

“I can’t believe what you just did, Mark.” Tears began to well up in your eyes, clearly betraying the turmoil and distress his actions had caused you.

“Your first kiss, wasn’t it?” Mark narrows the distance between you, his gaze intensifying and growing darker with each fleeting second. He just took away the one thing you were scared of losing in such a meaningless sense, your first kiss. There you were, the picture of innocence, overwhelmed with panic and stress at the realization that reality had strayed far from how you desired your first kiss to be. Adorable but pathetic, Mark thinks to himself.

“W-why?” Your words falter, catching in your throat, as your chest starts to rise and fall with rapid, uneven breaths.

“I thought it was obvious.” He cups your face tenderly in his hand, his thumb softly sweeping away the tear that had escaped down your cheek. “I tried to show you because you were too blind to reason. This is what I feel for you, I’ve done so much for you, Y/N. And still… I would do anything for you, and yet… you still push me away.”

“Mark” You say his name in a soft whisper. He truly has a way with words, tugging at your heartstrings and stirring such sympathy within you that you found yourself on the brink of kneeling before him in desperation.

“I refuse to be your friend if it means I can’t have you, Y/N.” With a gentle touch, he swept a stray strand of hair from your face and tenderly tucked it behind your ear. The raw desperation evident in his gaze conveyed the sincerity of his emotions for you.

“But Mark… I hate to choose between our friendship and this… Whatever this is.” You swallow nervously, pressing yourself more firmly against the wall, wishing fervently to simply vanish into nothingness.

“Well, I’ll spare you the burden of making that decision, Y/N.” And in that moment, he pushes your body further against the wall with such force that your body trembles from the pain. He goes in for another hungry kiss. He bites down on your lips with force, leaving a faint metallic taste behind.

Slowly, he places kisses along the nape of your neck, cascading shivers down your spine. “Can’t believe you went behind my back and chose Jaemin” he whispers angrily. His voice, now carrying a more ominous undertone, yet filled with a so much jealousy. Softly, His hands move under your skirt, ripping your panties apart, leaving your virgin cunt exposed.

He brushes one finger up and down your clit until your pussy starts to glisten from the wetness that forms. You feel your body tense up from the sensation, one you’ve never felt before. It leaves your pussy clenching around nothing, drawing a sharp, involuntary gasp from your lips.

“You’re so fucking pure, Y/N. So… untouched… All for me to destroy.” he parts your legs with his hands, pushing your thighs so far apart that you feel an uncomfortable stretch. He teases his fingers around your cunt until he slowly pushes it into you. A powerful feeling courses through you, igniting a powerful surge of pain that permeates through your body.

“Mark, I’m really scared.” You can’t do anything but moan out your pleas. Mark’s eyes search yours as he holds your legs as far apart as possible. His fingers start to pick up the right pace as you feel the pain disappear into pleasure.

“So fucking pretty” Mark whispers against your lips, still maintaining eye contact with you. Your moans ring throughout the room as the feeling intensifies. Your brain foggy from breathing in his breaths.

He abruptly pulls out his finger from your cunt and moves you to bed, firmly pressing your back onto the mattress. He grabs your buttoned-up shirt by the collar, making it rip apart as the snatched buttons bounce onto the floor. Immediately, he goes in with his hand behind your back to undo your bra. Too eager to remove the bra straps off your shoulders, he pushes your undone bra up, leaving it hanging above your exposed breasts. He dives face first into your tits, lips in search of your nipples.

“Hmm” he moans as he starts sucking on your hard nipple, twirling his tongue around it.

“You’re perfect, Y/N. You’re made for me.” He releases his mouth from your nipple, the suction making a hard pop sound. Once again he pulls your legs far apart to have full access to your glistening cunt. You hear the sound of his pants unzipping, sensing that he is preparing to line his cock up to your core.

“Mark, please. Be gentle." You exclaim with a voice laced with panic, making him grow harder. He gave himself a few more light strokes as he positioned his cock at the entrance of your cunt.

“Baby” he gives you a peck on the lips before pushing his dick into you without any warning, making you shut your eyes in discomfort.

“That is what you get, baby, for even thinking the thought…” Your walls stretch around his length, leaving a burning sensation. “…that Jaemin could have you…”

“Mark..” you moan, desperately hoping that he picks up on your pleas. But he moves gently, just like he promised. Your body is on full display right in front of him and his eyes devour the sight of his dick sinking into you. That thought alone makes every fiber of his being tense as he fights the urge to not show you any mercy.

“So fucking tight. All mine.” you could feel your juices oozing out of you, coating his cock as he slowly thrusts. The pleasure has now turned you into a crying mess. Desperately grabbing onto his arms from the intensity.

“What were you even doing with that other boy, huh?” As Mark perceived your increasing ease, he holds your legs up and picks up his pace. Your moans only grow louder from the sensation as he hits the spot that brings you closer to the edge.

“I know you’re about to come. I can feel you clench...” He continues to keep his rhythm steady, chasing after your climax. “Come for me, baby.” and with that, you shut your eyes hard and reach your climax. A sensation beyond memory, unparalleled by any you've previously experienced, takes over you as you feel your body twitching in pleasure.

He makes sure to ride out the pleasure, savoring it for as long as he can. You feel Mark's strokes become sloppy, digging his nails onto your hips so roughly.

“I’m going to cum-” he says, before reaching his own climax, releasing his load right inside of you, filling you up to the brim. He leaves his cock inside of you as both of your breaths echo through the silence of the room.

"You're all mine now" Mark presents you with a disconcerting smile. The amusement in his eyes did not lie.

At this very moment, you have given into his deep desires. Mark finally gets his way after all... like he always does....

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yankpop · 9 months

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Yandere NCT Masterlist

Be aware that these are fiction works made for entertainment purposes.

These are DARK/YANDERE works so READ THE WARNINGS at the beginning. I do not support any of these toxic behaviours.

Reader is always female.

DRABBLES/IMAGINES

◼ You say you hate him ( Mafia! Taeyong )

You tell you captor that you hate him and that was not a good idea.

◼ You try to break up ( Johnny )

Your attempt of breaking up with your boyfriend doesn’t go so well.

◼ He cheats on you (Jaehyun)

You catch your boyfriend Jaehyun cheating and try to leave him, but things take a surprising turn. (Requested)

◼ He meets you (Jisung)

Short and older Y/N (Requested)

◼ He breaks in (Haechan) + Part 2

Haechan gets tired of waiting for you, so he breaks into your apartment.

◼ Sweet moment (Shotaro)

Just a small sweet moment between you and Shotaro (requested)

◼ He’s an online stalker (Taeil) + Part 2

You have a very dedicated online stalker and he’s not going anywhere.

◼ Voyeur Yuta

Yuta has a thing for spying you from afar. (Requested)

◼ Hurting himself for your attention (Jeno)

You help out a friend who’s hurt by an accident, but little do you know that it was no accident.

◼ You go on a date with someone else (Jaemin)

Your best friend doesn’t take it lightly when you lie to him about going on a date with someone else.

◼ OT6 (Dream)

Taeyong tries to get between you and the boys and that’s something they won’t tolerate.

◼ Overprotective during your pregnancy (Kun)

Your “husband” wants your unborn baby to be healthy and for that, he’s willing to manipulate you until he gets what he wants.

College Universe

◼ Bully Mark + Part 2 + Part 3 + Part 4 + Part 5 + Part 6

Mark wants to take you to prom and he won’t take no as an answer (Requested)

◼ ?

REACTIONS/SCENARIOS

127

◼ You only speak English

◼ When you wear revealing clothes

Dream

◼ You fake being sick

◼ You lie to them

◼ You ask them for a pregnancy test

◼ You’re dating another member

◼ Forcing you to marry them

◼ Fake chats #1

◼ You curse at him (Make a wish unit)

◼ You’re on birth control (Make a wish unit)

◼ You hurt them to escape (Let’s play ball unit)

◼ You want to become an idol (Let’s play ball unit)

◼ You realize how toxic they are (90′s Love unit)

◼ Other member notices his yandere behavior (From Home Unit)

WayV

◼ Not wanting them to hold you

MTL (Most to Least)

◼ To kidnap you (Dream)

◼ To become controlling fast (Dream)

◼ To spoil his s/o (127)

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vergilthelibrarian · 1 year

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Deliverance

The woods were always eerily calm… but that could be because of the rumors in your town.

The rumors that one of the local woods were the home of an extremist Christian cult that kidnapped people who would go into their woods.

Of course growing up in the town, you and your friends would dare each other to go into the woods just like most of the kids and young adults did to the dismay of their parents and grandparents.

You and your friends would go into the woods, looking for the compound of the rumored cult only to find nothing… though one day, you and your friends came across something strange.

Well it was more like someone strange.

As you were playing around in the woods, you came across a boy who looked a bit younger than you.

You and your friends were around 10-11 while the boy looked like he could’ve been about 9 or 8 years old.

You stood together, walking close to the boy.

“Um hi.” Nina said, “are you lost?”

The boy stared at your group, a dullness in his eyes that honestly terrified you.

He didn’t look disheveled or anything. In fact, he was very well groomed but his silence and unreadable eyes… he was different from the other kids where just shy or quiet.

You all stopped in place, too scared to keep going forward.

Though you were scared, you didn’t like a small child being in the woods alone so gathering a bit of courage, you broke out of your pack and cautiously walked to the boy.

“Hey. Where is you’re mom and dad?” You asked him.

The boy didn’t answer and you walked closer to him.

“Are you lost?” You noticed how tensed his body was. “I’m not gonna hurt you. It’s just that you shouldn’t be here by yourself. You can get hurt. You can come with me and my friends and we help you find your mom and dad.” You gave him a small smile, offering your hand out for him to take.

A look of confusion broke onto the boy’s face.

“You’re not gonna hurt me? The leader tells me that the outside world will hurt me…” he finally spoke and his words came out in a tone like as if he was questioning something.

But his answer made you question what he just said.

“What? What does that mean?” And before the boy could answer a booming voice made everyone in the woods jump and before you could ask the boy what he meant, he ran off quickly into the opposite direction.

You sighed as the warmth of the Starbucks hit your cold cheeks.

You had just moved back to your hometown, growing tired of city life and wanting to live a more slow paced life again though you knew that you will eventually return to the city at some point, though you didn’t know when that would be.

Your town has changed drastically, turning more into a little hipster city and as you made eye contact with Nina, you smiled widely as you made your way towards her.

“Hey!” She said excitedly, getting up to greet you with a big hug.

You hugged her back, enjoying the embrace. You haven’t seen her in years since moving to the city and it was nice to be in her presence again.

She let go, taking her seat and watched as you took off your coat.

“God… Ya know, even though I know how you look now, seeing you in person… you’ve gotten really handsome.”

Your cheeks became warm and you bashfully laughed as you took a seat.

“Thanks.” You rolled up your a bit sleeves before placing your elbows up on the table and putting your head in your hands. “So what’s up?”

Nina laughed and you two soon caught up.

You knew that Nina had taken over her family’s farm and she was always talking about her frustration at how her chickens would get stolen from time to time and it just so happened once again the night before you came.

“I don’t know what to do. It’s not an animal, I already learned that fast and every time I set up a camera to see who it could be, my camera always get destroyed or stolen.”

A grin creeped onto your face as you said, “maybe it’s the cult.” And Nina hit you, rolling her eyes.

“Don’t joke about that!” She huffed causing you to laugh.

“I’m sorry, I won’t.”

“There’s rumors going around that the newer members are now trying to blend in just to recruit people.”

“Really?” Your eyebrows raised.

“Yeah. Something about “saving” more people that way. I heard there’s a new leader too.” Nina took a sip of her latte and quickly the topic changed.

As you and Nina conversed, you couldn’t help but feel as though you were being watched.

Looking around the cafe, your eyes gradually landed on piercing eyes… eyes that felt familiar.

You didn’t listen to your brain that was screaming for you to turn around, no, you kept eye contact with the man and Nina noticed, her own gaze following yours.

“Do you know him?”

You frowned in confusion.

“I’m not sure…” and you turn your attention back onto Nina.

The man whose piercing gaze lingered onto you for a bit longer knew it was you though you weren’t the girl he had met.

The girl that opened up his mind. The girl that stole his heart.

Such a small insignificant interaction to you held such a huge religious significance to the man.

Of course he needed to have you, girl or not, that didn’t matter.

All that mattered was that you were back.

You were finally back and now he can finally make you his.

And all you had to do was accept him as your savior. As your messiah.

#reader is ftm #I am rewriting that one fic that I wrote called join us #i actually wanted to turn that into a series but I felt like the writing was so bad so I decided to rewrite it #I will continue this #and this will have themes of religion mostly on the extremes of religion and how it can be distorted and abused #yandere mark #yandere mark lee #yandere nct #yandere nct dream #mark x reader #mark x ftm reader #mark lee x reader #mark lee x ftm reader #nct x reader #nct x ftm reader #nct dream x reader #nct dream x ftm reader

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yutanology · 2 years

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Mark watched your jaw lightly clench when you chew on the gum he shared you. How your tongue help you stick out the gum before you blow it into a bubble until it was at it's limit of being stretched.

Pop!

You pulled back the gum inside your mouth using both your tongue and lips. Your lips glistened with the saliva you left on them. For some reason, Mark felt like biting them. At how lost he was at the breathtaking sight of you, he didn't even notice how he chew on his own gum as if on slow motion and he no longer was paying attention to his surroundings.

You turned another page of the book placed in between your arms plopped on the bed. Feeling someone's heavy gaze on you, you turned your head to look at Mark.

His hooded eyes looked at you with such intense look and you tilted your head in confusion. "Mark?" you called but he remained still, his chocolate brown eyes never left yours. You felt your cheeks heating up.

Was there something on my face?

As you were about to reach out for your phone, his hand was faster to make you look back at him. Your lips that were parted in surprise were suddenly trapped in between Mark's. "Mmph!" Your wide eyes stared at his closed ones.

When he released you and your mouth opened to catch your breath, he kissed you again and slipped in his tongue. This repeated for more than a minute. Wet kissing sounds filled his room. Before he lets go of you again, he bit on your lower lip then ran his wet muscle over it.

He then let you breathe properly. Satisfied at how he made you look like a mess with just a kiss from him. "W-what was that all about?" you asked, looking away to hide your flushed face. Then you noticed, your gum was no longer in your mouth.

"Mark, did you—" you glance at him. Seeing him chewing his gum loudly with a smug smile, you didn't bother asking anymore.

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bella-goths-wife · 1 year

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Reactions to seeing you kiss someone

The reader is going to be kissing both boys and girls so they are going to be labelled as queer for now, if you don’t like the gender they kiss please feel free to imagine that they are the gender you prefer. Thank you for reading, please reblog and like if you enjoy! :)

Dwayne

It was on a rare night you were allowed out by yourself when Dwayne spotted you walking on the beach

He was about to come up to you before he saw a boy around your age approach you and talk energetically to you

He wanted to keep an eye on the situation just in case you didn’t feel fully comfortable and he had to get you out of the situation

He trailed you from the beach to the carnival where the boy stopped at a carnival game

He saw the boy attempt the game a few times before he won a teddy bear holding a heart and gave it to you

He also saw that you thanked him with a long hug and a kiss

He was taken aback, he didn’t think you were at an age where you interested in dating

He hoped you would never reach that age, he didn’t want you to lose your innocence yet

He was scared that you were gonna out grow him

But when he saw you smile and laugh with the boy, he realised that it was your life

He couldn’t change the fact you wanted to date, nor was it his place

You were 15 now you were bound to have some kind of attraction to others

He slowly left before he accidentally caught your eye, you expected him to be angry, but he just smiled and gave you a small nod before leaving

He would do some research on the boy to make sure he wasn’t a pervert or a bad influence

If he was he would calmly try and explain to you what he found out

If you didn’t except it, then he would kill the boy and make it look like an accident

Paul

Paul was out at his usual party spot when a bunch of high schoolers joined the crowd

He thought it was just more food for him

That was until he spotted you

You were with friends from your school

He was shocked

How did you even get out of the cave this late without being spotted?

He was about to ask you when he saw a girl from your friends take your hand and lead you to where everyone was dancing

He watched as you and the girl twirled around the fire pit as your face had a look that could only be described as pure joy

He watched as the girl brought her body closer to yours and leaned in before giving you a slow kiss

After the kiss you broke off from the crowd to get a drink, paul made himself known to you

You tried to give him excuses but he just high-fived you

You looked at him shocked

He high-fived you?

Before you could ask you followed his knowing look to the girl you had kissed

You turned bright red and looked at him embarrassed

He just pat your back with a “go get em champ”

He did remember to take any drinks away from you though

He’s a cool dad, but not that cool

He would definitely use it as a way to embarrass you by making secretive kissy faces at you throughout the month in the cave

He was shocked, but he’s cool with it as long as your happy

Marko

Marko had taken you out of the cave for a night together when David suddenly called him back to warn him about max being in a bad mood

He left you on the boardwalk for 10 minutes but when he got back you were gone

He began frantically searching for you

He was scared out of his mind thinking about all the ways you could be in danger

He ran past an alley way before backing up and seeing you in there

But you weren’t alone

You were up against a wall whilst pulling a boy down by his jacket collar to kiss him

Marko could only describe the scene as disgusting

He felt sick to his stomach

His baby was being defiled by a sick pervert

At least that’s how he saw it

What it actually was, was you having a consensual kiss with a boy who had been flirting with you for months

Marko ran straight to David, and twisted the story to the others

He told it like you had been forced against a wall and assaulted

Even though you tried to prove that wasn’t what happened, all the boys did was hold you and say you were traumatised

You were after they killed the boy and drank his blood in front of you

This was another thing that put a strain on your relationship with marko

He just couldn’t handle his baby growing up

David

You were having a rare moment of bonding with David when he took you for a bike ride

He was enjoying spending with you without arguing so much that he went to grab you some donuts that he knew you loved

He had left you sitting on a bench, and when he returned there was a boy sat across from you, sitting in his spot

The boy was chatting animatedly to you while you seemed to find everything he said hilarious by your cackles that David rarely heard these days

When you spotted david, you tried to hurriedly shoo the boy away but out of habit you gave him a quick peck on the lips to say goodbye

Before the boy could leave, he felt David place a hand on his shoulder and give him a cutting glare

David released him and sat across from you and sharply questioned you

That’s when he found out that the boy was a friend from school who you had been flirting with for a few weeks

He wasn’t happy

He understood that you were lonely and wanted a romantic partner, and that it was normal for people your age

But he wanted you to only seek comfort in him and the others

He didn’t want you to rely on anyone else but them

He didn’t want you to figure out that the way the boys treat you is wrong

He didn’t want someone to steal you away from them

You were theirs, their baby

He kills the boy off after that night

He makes it look like an accident to make sure there was no argument from you

You came to him for comfort and he gave you one of his rare hugs

And he couldn’t help but think about how you were always meant to be like this

Dependent on him

Star

Star had taken you to a concert for your 15th birthday

She decided it would be a good way for you to interact more with people your age while still being able to hang out with you

She was the one who spotted a girl staring at you all night

She pointed it out to you and you became bright red

You giggled in the corner with her about the attention you were getting from this girl

Star encouraged you to talk to the girl and hyped you up

When you did disappear into the crowd to talk to her, star felt in her heart pure happiness from being able to support you through big moments in your life

She felt a little sad that you were growing up but she knew there was nothing she could do about her baby growing into a beautiful young person

She couldn’t help but laugh when you returned with a red lipstick kiss mark on your cheek and teased you about it for hours

She helped you clean it off and promised to keep your secret for the rest

She hadn’t seen you smile like that in a while

Max

You and max were having a grandpa and grandchild night out

He decided that he would take you out to a local restaurant

You were both sat down and began chatting when you recognised the waiter as the boy you had been talking to for awhile now

You greeted him with a kiss on the cheek out of habit before you remembered who you were sat with

Max questioned you gently before insisting the boy join you both on his break

Max began to grill him about his intentions before finding out that he as nothing but a good person

The kind of person who wouldn’t take advantage of his sweet grandchild

When the boy left, max gave you a quick nod and said “he’s acceptable” before returning to his meal

He was actually relieved, he was worried that you being around the depravity of your parents who hadn’t heard about private affection, that you might turn out to have a bad taste in partners

He left a big tip for the boy and got ready to leave

Before you both left, the boy came to say goodbye to you both

Max gave him a hug and said “get them pregnant and I’ll kill you” (alternative for people who can’t get pregnant “hurt them and I’ll kill you)

You rushed out of the restaurant with your grandpa as he began to explain the importance of waiting until your ready and how condoms are a must

You were bright red when you returned to the cave

At least grandpa max kept your secret and had your best interests at heart

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mint-yooxgi · 2 years

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Heyy!! Could you pls do yandere! Idol Mark that makes life hell for reader who works in the same company after she rejected him?

The first time you had denied him, you had thought he had asked as a joke.

You had overheard the boys discussing something about which staff members they’re closest to, and which ones they thought were the most attractive. Having been working on a few tasks at the time, you were content to ignore them as they joked about. That is, until your name was brought up.

Looking over to them, you thought they were trying to get your attention for something to do with the tasks you had been assigned. Only, most of the members had averted their gazes when you turned to look at them. Except for Mark.

That's when he asked you. That's when you denied him.

The boys seemed to have a field day at the visible pout that now tugged at Mark's features, teasing him about how 'smooth' he really is.

What you failed to notice, however, was the way his gaze lingered on your form as you left the room.

The second time he asked you, the two of you were alone.

Mark cornered you in the hall after he had finished filming an upcoming promotion for the group while the others were still working on their own parts. No one was around to hear you this time, but still, you denied him.

As soon as the words left your lips, his expression fell just like the first time. Only now, there seemed to be a bit of annoyance on his features. So, instead of waiting around, you left him standing by himself in that hallway, wondering what on earth he was doing wrong, and just how you could deny him so easily.

Didn't you know how much he loved you by now? He didn't treat any of the other staff with the same familiarity that he treats you with. Hell, you're the only one he lets near him half the time. Yet, he still couldn't stop the biggest thought that kept flitting through his mind: there was someone else. There had to be, otherwise you wouldn't keep denying him like this. Right?

Wrong.

The third time he asked you, he had called you into the dance studio stating he needed a supervisor while a few of the members practiced. Of course, as soon as you walked into the dimly lit room to see that he was the only one waiting for you, you knew something was wrong.

Mark had planned out everything: the music that would be playing in the background when you walked in, the angle of the blanket he placed on the floor so the two of you could sit and talk almost like a picnic, as well as the bouquet of your favourite flowers he hand picked for you held nervously in his hands. Your wide-eyed look was worth every second he spent fretting over the special outfit he would wear, and he could feel his heart racing within his chest as you turned to look at him.

"What's all this?" Your voice nearly had brought him to his knees right then and there.

He would do anything for you, and this, right here, proves it.

"I'm serious about you," he begins, and fuck, he doesn't even think he was this nervous when he debuted. "I've always liked you, and I've always wanted you. Please, do me the honour of becoming mine?"

Again, you just stand there, blinking at him in shock. For a moment, Mark begins to wonder if he actually didn't say those words out loud, or if he stuttered, or if he made himself look like a fool again in front of you like he so often does.

"Listen, Mark," you notice a shiver run down his spine when you say his name, and you frown. "You seem like a pretty decent guy, but don't you think this has gone far enough?"

This time, it's Mark's turn to blink at you, confusion pulling at his features.

"I know you guys have a bet going on how many staff members you can sleep with." You reply bluntly, crossing your arms. "I'm not looking to be kicked out of a job once you get what you want."

Mark is silent, completely caught off guard by your words. Of course he remembers that stupid bet, but that was two years ago, before he even met you. He's most certainly not the same person then as he is now. Hell, he hasn't even looked at another person since meeting you.

"You've got it all wrong-"

"Save it." You cut him off with a raise of your hand. "This is a lot, really, but I'm not the one who will appreciate it."

Turning around, you go to leave. That is, until you hear something being tossed onto the ground and a hand grabbing at your wrist. Before you know it, Mark has wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest as he clings onto you seemingly for dear life.

"What will it take for you to see that I'm serious about you?" His voice is low, and even though you know he's pleading with you, his tone does not reflect the desperation you feel in his grip.

"Mark, let me go."

"No." His grip tightens. "Not until you tell me what I can do to make you mine."

"If this is how you treat every person that rejects you, no wonder you don't have a significant other." You know your words are harsh, but you're hoping that they're the slap of reality he needs to let you go.

"I only want you." He replies. "It's always been you."

"Mark-"

"I know!" He cuts you off, almost as if he's now in his own little world. "We just need to spend more time together. Then you'll see just how perfect I am for you; how perfect we are for each other."

"I don't think that's such a good idea-"

"Great!" He completely ignores your comment, resting his head on your shoulder. "Starting now, you're never leaving my side."

#ask #yandere mark #mark drabble #yandere nct #nct drabble #drabbles

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noah-shin · 2 years

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𝙽𝚌𝚝 - 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚋𝚘à𝚛𝚍

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Hacker Au

Pairing: Yandere Mark Lee x gender neutral reader

Warning: Stalking, hacking

It was late at night, you were staring

Tomorrow was Saturday, off day from

at your ceiling for quite some times. the hectic schedule you have. You should have fall asleep by now as you always do but those 2 cups of coffee was taking a toll on you

"Maybe I shouldn't have drank that

"Maybe I shouldn't have drank that much before working" saying this you turned around looking for your phone. The moon light was illuminating your room so you easily found your phone. Turning it on you didn't expect to get a text from your bestie at this hour.

In phone

Sent at 2:15

Sunoo: Can't fall asleep?

Yn: Yeah, (~~)

Replied at 2:45

Sunoo: Well, I can. Bye

You were used with his not so sassy humor. But what you didn't know was someone was observing all your movements the whole time. He always did. His hand formed in a fist thinking how you have been close to that chipmunk from the 1st year in college. It ticks him off how he has his eyes always set on you but you never noticed him. He was seeing in his computer how you were watching a movie and eating popcorn. How much he wanted to be with you, by your side, cuddling with him at that moment. A sigh left his mouth and he mumbled

"You'll notice me from this dark where your eyes never lingered"

Have a nice day~~

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queenie-the-court-jester · 29 days

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yandere bunny hybrid x reader

A/n: the Intro was rushed because I got too excited to write the smut. Not proofread 🌺

Tw: noncon turns to dubcon, androgynous breeding kink, little dirty talk, he's a horny bastard. Mommy kink but it can be applied to any gender. Slapping body parts, he has a minor lactation kink. Mdni please!

★you met the little furball while you were out on a evening walk. It was the middle of winter and being cooped up inside the house all day was starting to get a little claustrophobic

★you didn't notice him at first since he blended in with the snow. Stopping mid-walk when you heard a weak little whine coming from behind you. Slowly turning around, you saw a pair of red eyes staring at you from beneath the snow

★approaching them slowly, you could finally see him more clearly. Milky white skin turning a light blue due to hypothermia. He didn't have the strength to run when you picked him up. Patting his head, you headed back home.

★giving him a warm bath and setting him next to the fireplace, you slowly nursed him back to health. He was very reluctant at first, but your touch was too comforting to pull away from. He hasn't felt this safe since he was just a baby bun! He stayed with you nearly the entire winter

★midway he starts to get himself familiar with your home, peeking under furniture and into rooms, he seemed to understand you when you'd ask him questions in English

"what's your name little fella?"

"cotton.."

★eventually you had to let him go back into the wild, just a month before spring arrived. He was reluctant but with enough convincing he finally left. Looking back at you from the forest edge, watching you wave goodbye with that beautiful smile he loves

❣️cotton who goes into heat early because he can't stop thinking of you. Burrying himself in his burrow, humping the air. Nothing is as soft as you and your bed. Nothing can make him feel as safe as your touch does

❣️he shoos any females who wish to mate away. Claiming he already has a mate. Oh he wished you'd come into the forest looking for him, to take care of him again as he fills your tight little hole up with his cum

❣️he spends most of his time shamelessly masturbating to the thought of you. His entire heat cycle has been on loop since he left, so finally gathering the balls he heads back to your cottage. Watching you from a distance, lazily stroking his already sensitive cock.

★just minding your business, you don't notice the certain bunny hybrid approaching slowly. You don't have much time to react before a familiar mop of white hair tackles you to the ground. Desperately humping your clothed sex as he whines and grunts.

"cotton!? What the hell are you doing!?"

"hah- nhg need.. mate.. pretty mate.. need to breed! Ohh!"

★you tried pushing him off, but when did he get so strong!? Pining your arms down and ripping your clothes off, wasting no time in lapping at your genitals. Eating you out like a starved man, sucking and nipping your inner thighs until he's sure you're nice and lubed up

★he carefully pressed the tip in, but he doesn't last long as he slowly sinks deeper into your gummy walls. Letting go of your arms and roughly grabbing your hips, which were sure to bruise later, brutally fucking your brains out. Slapping your chest and privates as he grinds his cock deeper

★he keeps going even after he's ripped multiple orgasms out of you. The pleasure slowly chipping off your resistance. Leaving you a blubbering moaning mess under the bunny. A pool of his cum under where your sexes kept meeting.

★it doesn't matter what gender you are, he's determined to breed you until you're swelling with his children. He couldn't wait to suck and bite your chest once it was swollen with milk!

"gonna be so pretty- mph! So pretty, all swollen 'n fat with my babies.. gonna be a good mate, right? G-gonna give me lots of 'em right? Oh ohhh! Cumming again! 'Yer squeezing all my cum out! Mommy!!"

★let's just say that you should get use to your new roommate husband, because now there's no way of getting rid of him. Ever.

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messylustt · 10 months

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Hi! Can I request Miguel O’Hara x civilian reader. Where reader is Miguel’s dead wife and Gabriella’s mom and Miguel travels to another universe on a Mission and she mistakes him for her Miguel. And he’s just so out of it because he misses her sm.

my heart my HEART

COPIED DESIRE — miguel o’hara + reader: you aren’t miguel’s dead wife but he can’t let you go.

marks yandere behavior; non purposeful cheating?? (like just a kiss). wc 1.0k.

pt one. pt two.

“i’ve got it.” miguel says, bypassing jess to slip through the window. they were chasing down an anomaly, undercover in simple clothes of this universe, and as jess left to scout the other buildings, miguel found his way inside a rather nicely furnished apartment.

he tried to stay quiet, knowing that there could only be civilians here and the anomaly could be elsewhere. but as he walked down the hall, his foot stopped on something partially imbedded in the carpet. looking down he found a small lego piece and then he heard a voice.

“yeah…no, i’m not sure…mhm.” it sounded as though someone was talking on the phone, and as miguel trained into listening he froze, hearing the tone and softness he never thought he’d hear again.

you chuckle, walking out into the hallway, and when you see miguel you jump, placing your hand over your heart. you had just ended the call. “christ, miguel…i thought…i thought you weren’t coming home until later?”

miguel can only stare. you’re supposed to be dead. you…are dead. his gaze gets caught up in your details, his eyes impossibly softening as he takes note of you and your entirety. you looked beautiful.

and then you’re walking closer and before miguel can react you lean up and place a gentle kiss to his cheek, your hand coming out to place atop his bicep.

he meets your gaze and you smile. and miguel’s mind falters. “come on, i made some lunch for me…but i guess you can have some too.” you teasingly chuckle, beginning to walk away when miguel—without his minds permission—reaches out for, pulling you back as he can’t help but press his lips against yours.

is this a dream? miguel thinks it must be. because you shouldn’t be in his arms right now. but he can’t help but move his head against yours. you, of course, kiss back, thinking it’s your miguel. the one from this universe. with the ‘undercover’ clothes he looks the same.

you slightly break away from miguel, your smile still present. “rough day?” you ask with a tilt to your head. his hand comes out to touch your face, dragging down to your lips, as he just nods. that’s all he can do.

because this is wrong. you aren’t his. his version of you is dead. but oh you look so alike, so…similar. even with the way you’re head is tilting in a smile. it’s all too much for miguel.

“real rough.” he mutters before his hand is slipping to the back of your neck and pulling you back in. you tasted sweet, just as sweet as he remembered. and now he can’t back away, because you’re kissing him back, your hand is shifting to slip around his arm.

“the food’ll get cold.” you whisper against his lips. and miguel is still breathing hard, practically dazed. but then he hears the turn off keys, and remembers you aren’t his. miguel knows that it’s this universes version of him. you’re that miguel’s wife.

but miguel’s chest is beginning to heave at the thought of you leaving him again. he didn’t want you to leave. no. his grip slipped to your chin, pulling your head back to him as you had glanced to the door, confused.

no one else had a key besides miguel. your miguel. you had heard him mention details from his work, him working at alchimax as a scientist. you had heard of the new project and it’s risks. briefly of course, majority of it confidential.

but you caught things such as ‘other universes’, and ‘carbon copies’. and then it clicked, as you meet the gaze of the miguel who is holding you still. miguel can see the clogs turning in your brain. and he has the urge to shake his head. this becoming over far too soon.

he means you no harm, even if his grip on your chin is tightening, as he watches you realise. your mouth falls open, as you go to step back. “you’re not….”

but miguel can’t seem to let you go, bringing you back to him as he shakes his head. “no, please don’t…”

“no, get off me.” you struggle to get away. now you know. this isn’t your miguel.

“hey, hey.” miguel grabs your face, continuously shaking his head. he felt like something was getting ripped away. his heart, maybe? “it’s me.”

you shake your head. “no you’re…not miguel. not my miguel.”

“but…you’re…” he can’t get the words out because your gaze isn’t soft anymore, you aren’t looking at him with love. and you’re slightly confused as to why miguel still has an expression expressing that he does feel that—love.

you shake your head, grabbing his hands on your face, in preparation to remove them. “i’m not your version of me. you know that right?” because you had guessed that there was also a carbon copy of you back in his universe, and maybe he got confused.

but miguel is still shaking his head, bringing you closer to him. the front door has now been opened and closed as the voice of your universe’s miguel reaches both yours and miguel’s ears. “mi amor, sorry i’m home a bit earlier than planned.”

now, all miguel can see is red. he knew you weren’t his version of you, but upon hearing this other version of him calling you ‘mi amor’, part of him wanted to change that. you could love him, right? you love that version of him, loving another won’t be too difficult.

but no matter what made up reason miguel can say to himself, even he knows how fucked up this is. He shouldn’t even be thinking about it. to instead leave you be to live your own life. he wasn’t meant to meet you.

but as your miguel’s steps draw near, and as you go to call for him, miguel places a cloth over your mouth. this makes your eyes widen as you shake your head, your eyelids beginning to droop. the cloth was meant for emergencies. i’m sure this can count as one. “shh…” miguel whispers, his lips brushing your forehead, as you drop in his arms. “no…” you quietly mutter out.

“it’s okay…you’re okay…you’re okay.” miguel mutters. “you’re with me now…you’re gonna be fine…you are fine…god you’re okay…” miguel had continued muttering anything as his lips brushed your skin your eyes now closed. “you’re all…mine again…”

#. ( spidey mark )#miguel o’hara fic #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara one shot #miguel x you #miguel o'hara #miguel fucking o’hara #miguel x reader #miguel o’hara across the spider verse #miguel o’hara x you #atsv miguel #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o’hara smut #miguel spiderverse #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara angst #yandere #yandere!miguel #yandere!miguel o’hara

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faetreides · 2 months

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Feral feral Anakin fucking you every second of the day because he can’t get enough of you and is overly obsessed

send me coryo, luke castellan, or anakin asks (this is a threat)

implied canon compliant prequels and childhood friend afab royalty reader (basically in padme's place) based on an upcoming fic

This is canon Anakin behavior actually, he's like a big dog with his favorite chew toy. The dog obviously loves the toy a lot but it's because of his love that the toy becomes well used. No matter how tattered it becomes, the dog will still curl around it and spend its days licking the hell out of it until it withers away.

I think that because of how he grew up, just a little boy on some ball of sand whose life really didn't belong to him, as soon as he's free from that he just unravels. I love Anakin being written as more unhinged or even slightly like an eldritch horror, because suddenly he has this big destiny laid out in front of him and the tethers holding his soul together inevitably come unhooked. I think that he's wired like that from the beginning, very passionate but without a means to express it.

So, when he meets you, little royal heir with all the stars of the galaxy in your eyes, he tells a familiar story about an angel and from then on, it's over for him. Every moment of his life orbits around the sun in his solar system, you.

The first think he thinks when he sees you again, is how your moans would echo off the windows when he eats you out on one of the couches. Then he imagines your perfectly manicured hands clawing delicious ribbons down his back while he rabidly pounds your sopping wet pussy against the wall of your huge walk-in closet in your apartment. He'd have to hold a hand over your mouth, but he wouldn't do a thing to clean up the slicks that drips out of your pussy onto the floor. You'd pout as you'd rush to get ready before Obi-Wan came back, and all he'd be able to do in response is hook his chin over your shoulder and smile.

"No, it's because I'm so in love with you."

You're leaning against a balcony overlooking a lake in Naboo and all he can think about as he strokes a shy finger down your back is hiking your dress up and bending you over it. You're chained to a pillar in between him and Obi-Wan, and when all is said and done, he wishes he killed everybody that was relishing in your suffering in that arena and fucked you with their blood coating his body. He could go on forever until the last grain of sand on Tatooine flies away. He'd have gotten you barefoot and pregnant immediately if the leash around his neck was any looser.

No matter the fantasy or the moment, you always have at least one mark on you. He's not patient enough for hickies and his fingers move too quickly for any serious bruises to form on your body. He favors bite marks, near perfect impressions of his teeth etched in your soft skin. He doesn't bite to tear, just does his repeated 'chomp!'s without a single thought in his head; your thighs bear the brunt of it. Anakin likes when drops of blood bead at the surface of the bites, because then he can lick the bites soothingly. You usually have to run your fingers through his hair to get him to come back to himself when he starts doing it on autopilot with his eyes rolled back.

"Yes, yes, yessssss.... love fucking my cunt, missed making love to my sloppy pussy. Taking my dick so well, keep breathing with me, my love. That's it, just like that."

His way of saying good morning is languid strokes deep in your guts. His way of saying good night is crazed thrusts that have him putting it back it when his frenzied pace causes his length to slip out. He has is so hard sometimes, determined to carry the entire galaxy on his shoulders with you on top of it. You can the rising anger that builds within him when everything he does to prove himself goes unrecognized. The best way he has to ignore all of that outside responsibility is knocking your sweaty body up the bed while you're clutching the headboard for dear life.

Anakin's emotions bleed from him so openly, and all you have to do is drink them in. Because even though he wasn't free when he met you, you owned him them with his gift around your neck. You own him now, your cervix kissing his mushroom tip in its own display of affection. He is supposed to live his life with the intention to be the force's son, but he is burning to ash faster than he is fulfilling his destiny; at least he can keep you and your future children warm.

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arieswritez · 5 months

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yandere mark nsfw alphabet😳😳 loved the idea

cw; DARK CONTENT! MDNI!!! rape, breeding/baby trapping, dacryphilia, asphyxiation, abusive 'relationships', edging, predator/prey dynamics, nipple play, kidnapping, food tampering, mentions of suicidal ideation, threats of violence, implied death, manipulation, victim blaming, branding, mentions of incapacitation.

about; nsfw alphabet ft. cray cray mark x gn! reader xx a/n; a couple of u asked for this so here it is :D not edited & straight off the dome so excuse any grammatical errors. will edit if necessary xx

A= Aftercare

'aftercare' with yandere mark is patronizing and condescending. a lot of shushing, wiping your tears, and asking why you're so upset. you asked for this with all your fucking cock teasing. it couldn't have been that bad, i mean, he did make you cum! why can't you just let good things happen to you? ;(

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

mark loves your eyes <3 it's the first thing he's noticed from you. how they seemed to gleam and widen while you gave him your undivided attention. he can't count the amounts of times he had to excuse himself and jack off in the bathroom: imagining how your eyes would water with his cock stuck down your throat. or the way your eyebrows would furrow while he jack hammered into you.

C= Cum

yan mark definitely likes marking you with his cum. he likes to see it dripping off your face, along your belly, your thighs, but most importantly, he loves it when he watches it drip out of you. whether you can get pregnant or not - and good luck if you can - there's just something primal about cumming inside of you. marking you in and out.

D= Dirty secret

he's a masochist just as much as he's a sadist. his little obsession with you caused him to get a tattoo of your name <3 right at his adonis belt 🥺 so everytime he's in too deep,, your hands desperately try to hold his hips back,, and your blunt nails dig into the curved lines of your name. it never fails to make his eyes roll into the back of his head 🫶🏽🤭

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

canon typical mark is (was) a blushy lil virgin but yan!mark has a tad bit more experience. he's attractive, he's funny, he knows how to play into the slightly awkward charm that got you to lower your defenses. so it's safe to say it isn't hard to find random hookups every now and then.

it's not all about his experience. he just knows what you like.

you may not know it, but he's. . done his research. and by that i mean, he's logged into your computer or your phone and looked through your browser history. he knows what kind of porn you like. and some of those things are borderline freaky. here you are, acting all innocent, like you wouldn't hurt a fly. or high and mighty like no one would ever dare snuff out your flame.

who would've known you were such a desperate slut?

but that's okay! because he's willing to do anything to satisfy you. . or humiliate you by making you cum. he feels it takes you down a peg, when he pins you down and makes you cum even though you don't want to. even though your mind is racing a mile a minute, trying to hold your climax back while he plays with your clit/cock.

unbeknownst to you, he's watched you masturbate. knows the right amount of pressure & speed that gets your toes curling. he knows you so well & he can't wait to learn more about you 💕

F= Favorite position

mark loves watching you squirm beneath him. most importantly, he loves taking you down. he might even make you think you can get away. the chase, the constant cat and mouse you'd subject him to used to be torture. your teasing, the occasional sliver of skin as you stretched, the way you'd lay your head on his lap as the two of you watched television, the way you'd grin when he blushed. . and the wrestling. god, the play wrestling.

he used to let you win. but now. . now this is real. there's real consequences. so he makes you think you can kick him off while you flail. maybe even lets you get up and run. your elbows are all scuffed during the struggle and he's given you a busted lip, but he lets you think you've won.

god knows he'll catch up eventually.

the games he'd play made you cocky. you thought you were stronger than him instead of considering that it was just him playing nice. so he loves to watch the look of defeat, of deception, anger, and disappointment towards yourself when it's revealed he could've had his way with you all along.

he loves to be on top.

but sometimes,

sometimes,

he likes it when you're on top. some things never change. and lets just say he didn't always let you win play wrestling just because he was trying to be a gentleman. but because he liked the way your weight felt on top of him as you grinned triumphantly, pinning his wrists down.

now, of course, things have changed. he can't let you have all the control. pity. but he forces you to ride him: his hand wrapped around your throat. he could really hurt you if he so much as wanted to. . something he hisses into your ear whenever your pace so much as falters. he makes you work for it. and it takes longer to make him cum when you ride him. fear makes you clumsy, makes your legs shake more, and you're sore and achy and tired, which makes it all the more fun.

so i think his fave is when he forces you to be on top :)

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

yan!mark teases you a lot. comments on how many times he's made you cum, pinches your nipples just to hear you squeal. he's only ever quiet and serious when he's in a bad mood.

H= Hair

mark's trimmed but not necessarily shaved.

you, on the other hand, have to be shaved. not because he finds it unattractive (if anything, it makes him feral. makes him feel like you're something meant to be conquered, something to be domesticated. controlled.)

hence his decision to have you shaved at all times. it's about control.

he forces you into the bath tub and watches as you shave, making sure you're all pretty for him. no, you don't get a say in the matter. you're his little doll. he'll do whatever he wants to you.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

mark is rough. depending on the situation, he may start off slower, softer, easing into you while his words are pure venom. he's grinding into you, making you hiccup, because this type of 'love making' should be reserved for couples. not whatever the two of you have got going on. but of course, he speeds up. roughing you up the more into it he gets.

he's rough regardless of who the object of his affection is, but he's definitely rougher if you're on the masculine side. yan!mark doesn't like to be challenged. he doesn't like talk back. he doesn't like you running around thinking you're big and bad. so he has to knock you down a peg. force you to understand he's stronger than you.

he chokes you out, squeezing your throat until your vision spots. he likes to watch your face change colors. and when your mouth opens, desperately trying to suck in air, he spits onto your tongue 💗

likes it when you - confident, and tough, walking like nothing can ever hurt you - beg him to let you go. beg him not to kill you.

because, sometimes, you fear he just might.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

he does! but when he gets you, there's really no need for that <3

when he hadn't kidnapped you, he'd masturbate all the time. it was the only way to relieve himself. like i rambled about before, he'd steal your underwear and cum into them, use them as tissues to wipe his abdomen clean.

secretly takes pictures of you - upskirts if you wear 'em,, or just candids. cums to your most mundane selfies.

if the two of you were close before he kidnapped you, debbie would send you all types of homemade treats. sweet or savory, whatever it was; you loved debbie's cooking. what you didn't know was that mark would add a little bit of his own . . twist to them. when you'd steal bites of his food, you always wondered why his tasted differently to yours.

and the way he'd stare at you as you ate, jesus.

you thought he just liked the way you'd wolf down whatever his mom cooked. turns out he just liked watching you eat his cum.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

BREEDING!!! whether you can get pregnant or not, he loves the idea of claiming you for a lifetime. of changing your life and forcing you to carry his child. watching you grow round and hormonal. he knows he'd have to keep you on a tight leash; lest you do something you'll regret in order to escape your fate. but it'll be worth it. because after nine months, you'll have another life to look after. you'll be on edge all the time, protecting a fragile, little life, because you can't trust mark to do it.

after all, if you're really bad, he can always get rid of it. start all over again. and you wouldn't want that, would you~?

dacryphilia.

there's nothing like watching you cry. when you'd confide in him about your troubles, when you'd cry on his shoulder, seek solace in his company for whatever reason, and cry. . it'd be really hard to hide his erection. the first time you let yourself cry in front of him was a day he'd never forget. he couldn't stop thinking about it since. wonders if you tear up when someone fucks you. (you do. you will)

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

mark doesn't care where he takes you as long as he's got you. it can be in public or not, just as long as he takes you to the secondary location he'll keep you prisoner in. if it's in the au where nolan & him team up, there will be a compound with all the rebels. you'd be at the top floor in a comfy little penthouse. a gilded cage overlooking the remains of your burned city.

i think he'll first want to fuck you in a place where there'll be no interruptions. if it isn't in the au where him & nolan conquer earth, he knows how to play his role. doesn't want to risk being found raping you. he'll most likely fuck you in a place you hold dear to your heart. your bedroom, could be an example.

because wherever that safe space may be, you won't be able to stand being there without thinking about him.

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

he likes it when you act so sure of yourself. when someone's a bit cocky and bossy. it's nice to break you.

it is a whole lot easier when someone's shyer, though. wallflowers always blend into the background.

no one misses them when they go missing.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

there's almost nothing mark won't do to you, sorry ;( even if he doesn't like it. . even if you both don't like it. . he'll always find a way to humiliate you if you've been bad. so it's advised you be on your best behavior if you really don't want him to do some fucked up shit to you. & believe him: it hurts him more than it hurts you!!

all he's ever wanted was to own you.

you were meant for him.

so why fight?

you both know you're not getting out of this alive

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

mark doesn't always give head unless it's to put you in your place. just to show you that he can make you cum and theres nothing you can do about it.

but he makes you choke on him all the time. he's impatient, forcing your head down and hiking his hips up to meet your face. if you've pissed him off, he'll pinch your nose and hold you down. loves to feel your nails dig into the bulk of his thigh. sometimes, you'll make him bleed. he doesn't care.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

mark doesn’t last very long BUT he’s got a very short refractory period and can go for countless rounds. by the time you cum once, he’s already cum like three times and he’s ready for more. by then, he’s already fucked dumb. so your next orgasms will be forced out of you, roughed up and overstimulated as his cum leaks out of you, his cum acting as lube and making the slide intoxicatingly easy.

Q= Quickie

basically non-existent. he loves giving you his undivided attention. and he never stops after one round ;(

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

he loves trying new things with you. he's spent so much time fantasizing about you that he doesn't even know where to start the first time he gets his hands on you. he'll most likely force fuck you more than once in a day the first time he gets the chance to.

S= Stamina

(see pace <3)

T= Toys

loves using toys on you. if you’ve used them before him, he’ll force you to use them in front of him. it doesn’t take long before he takes control: grabbing them and fucking you with them. edging you. if you cum, then it’s only fair he cums, too, right? and you don’t really like that much ;( so best hold it in <3

U= Unfair (how do they tease? edge?)

mark loves to tease and edge you.

you say you hate him. you can't stand him touching you.

you bite and you snarl, kick and punch, yet when he has you pinned, edging you for hours on end. . you end up breaking. begging him to make you cum. of course, he coaches you through it. tells you he'll leave you alone once you cum, he promises. yet he drags it out for so long. hearing you ask to cum instead of asking him to stop is music to his ears.

except, mark is a liar. you shouldn't trust him.

he just ends up overstimulating you after you cum😒

V= Volume

lots of whispering and hissing, talks very quietly and carefully. you'd think he'd be loud. . but he's not. and despite the fact that he may say vile, disgusting things to you, he whispers them to you so nicely. . if he were saying anything else it'd be sweet. he's so patronizing ;( whimpers in your ear when he's close.

W= Wild card

really into pain.

since he's got his powers, it's not very often that he feels pain. sure, there are some fights with villains - while he's out playing the perfect hero in the mean time - that give him a few flashes of pain. but that's once a blue moon.

nothing compares to you.

you fight him like you're afraid he might kill you. and he might. but it's never his intention ;( he knows what kills and what doesn't (trust him) &, believe it or not, he doesn't want to lose you. but you fight him with such intensity he has to manhandle you more than he'd like.

your hits are surprisingly hard. you claw at him and punch and kick, and he's thought about breaking your legs more times than he can count - he still might if you catch him on a bad day - but then that'd leave you completely immobilized and that's really no fun. because he likes it when you make him bleed. he likes it when your hands slap against his face and when your nails try to claw his eyes out. he wears the bruises and the cuts you give him like badges of honor and he loves to bite his busted lip when he's close to cumming.

he loves it when you hurt him. and he loves it when he ends up winning, anyway.

X= X-ray (size)

5-6in & THICK. really pretty w/ plump balls. he cums SO much.

Y= Yearning (sex drive level)

he's got a HIGH sex drive.

you've teased him for so long he doesn't think he'll ever get enough of you. and there's nothing you can do to stop him. if the two of you weren't close - if the two of you weren't friends, etc. - there's nothing you can do to lay low. you'll catch his attention sooner or later and he'll weasel his way into your life before you even realize it. his intentions would appear pure at first. he'd be so caring, wondering if you're doing okay, and protective; who were you talking to? i don't think they're good for you~

and you listened. because it's mark you're talking about. but if you truly knew him, you'd realize his accusations were actually projections.

Z= Zzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

falls asleep fairly quickly after he's wrung himself dry. but that's only IF he's already taken you hostage. if he so happens to assault you while the two of you aren't where he'd like to keep you, he takes you there, first. coupled with his strange idea of aftercare, he is fairly affectionate. or as affectionate as you'd expect him to be, anyway. always with a hint of menace: he'd hold you tight against him, an arm around your waist and the other wrapped around your throat. making sure you don't so much as think about straying away from him 💗💗

#mark grayson #invincible #invincible x reader #mark grayson x reader #yandere mark grayson x reader #mark grayson brain rot #can't stop imagining mark being an absolute creep #“when will my husband come back from war”#but it's just some psycho #do you think yan! mark listens to deftones #korea & lovers are his songs #mascara is if he's still pretending to be normal #& baby traps u or something #so now u have to get marrieeeddd eee #when he follows in his dad's footsteps #making u a stay at home parent while he saves the world #but ur being held hostage #listen to it now i am in ur walls

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neobomb · 6 months

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give into things i (dont) want to [mark lee]

Toxic! (yandere ish) possessive/jealous! bsf!Mark x nerd! innocent!reader, hints of Jaemin x reader. Warnings: dark and triggering content, mature themes, toxic behaviour, manipulation, forcing??, inappropriate behaviour, MDNI, there will be smut in other parts First part of the give into things i (dont) want to series. [Pt.1] [Pt.2] Word Count: 1.1k Summary: Your best friend Mark doesn't like it when you go out on a date. © 2023 @neobomb. Unauthorized copying, translation, manipulation, or alteration of this work is strictly prohibited. All rights reserved.

“Who did you go on that date with?” Mark's voice was tinged with impatience. You paused, your attention torn between the problem sheet in front of you and his probing question.

“Seriously, Mark? Now’s not the time.” Your voice was weary, the familiar topic weighing on you.

“Look, Y/N, we’ve been inseparable since we were kids. I’m your best friend. You’re supposed to tell me everything.” His voice softened, his desperation evident. There was always a buzz of curiosity about you, mainly because dating was never your focal point. Your peers saw you as a diligent student, so engrossed in academics that romance was a distant thought.

Taking a deep breath, you met his eyes. “Okay, I’ll tell you. But promise you won’t overreact.” You knew Mark all too well. Over the years, you'd come to understand Mark's protective streak. It wasn't just about keeping suitors at bay; it was deeper than that. He was ever-present, casting a watchful eye over anyone who tried to get close. Sometimes, you wondered why you tolerated his constant presence, but a part of you appreciated the bond you two shared. After all these years, he stuck to you like glue.

“I went out on a date with Jaemin last friday when you were on your way back from Canada. He took me to his favorite café. That’s all.” you blurted out. For a moment, the room felt still, the weight of your words settling between you.

“I was just curious, you know.” he murmured, his gaze drifting to your lips. “I was away for two damn weeks and you’re already looking to replace me.” Confusion clouded your eyes as you met his gaze. A tangible hint of betrayal was evident in his expression. You could sense the tension building between the two of you. “Mark, don’t say it like that. You know that you’re irreplaceable to me.” The pain in his eyes was unbearable, and you wished you could take back your words. Regret surged through you for having shared that piece of information with him.

“I’ve come to realize that… I don’t even like him in that way. We're just planning to hang out as friends, that's all.” Even as the words left your lips, you knew Mark could see through them. That was a blatant lie, a desperate attempt to make the situation better. You’ve had a crush on Jaemin for ages, and you never expected him to ask you out.

“Jaemin is the complete opposite of you. He’s too cocky and you’re very naive. He doesn’t deserve you.” A shadow of disappointment crossed Mark's face, his intense gaze making it difficult for you to meet his eyes.

“You shouldn't surround yourself with people like him. He won’t ever be your true friend. Why isn't just having me in your life enough for you?“ A tear slowly fell from your eye out of sheer distress. The last thing you wanted was for Mark to feel undervalued. In truth, he meant more to you than words could express. No one knew you like he did. He would do anything for you. You did not deserve him.

“I’m sorry, Mark,” you whispered. Gently, he cradled your face in his hand, brushing away the tear with his thumb.

“You’re so pretty when you cry.” he murmured, his face moving closer. Just as your lips were almost brushing against each other, you turned your head, breaking free from his hold, refusing to give into whatever he desperately tried to manipulate you into. “You’re really hurting me, you know that, right?” he says in disappointment.

"If by 'hurting you' you mean not letting you use this situation to manipulate me, then yes," you responded firmly, realizing the precariousness of the situation. The wetness of your tears was replaced by a steely resolve as you recognized the toxicity of his approach. “It’s both a blessing and a curse that we know each other so well” he smirked and continued to let silence fill the room for the next hour or two.

"Did anything happen between you and Jaemin?" he asked, attempting to redirect the conversation and breaking the long comforting silence. “I bet he tried to kiss you.”

“No, I was too self conscious to let anything happen.” you responded, your pen moving steadily across your notebook, scribbling rounded shapes.

“So you need someone you’re comfortable with. Someone you can fully trust.” he says in a husky voice while his hand grabs your thigh, slowly making moves up your thigh, playing with the hem of your skirt.

“Mark, don’t-'' you stop him. Placing both of your hands on his, pushing it away from moving dangerously close to your inner thigh. “Y/N, give me one good reason why we can’t continue this.” He grips onto your wrist, making you stop in your tracks. “We’ve been through this many times, Mark. I can give you a million reasons.”

“You say a lot of things, Y/N” he whispers to you softly, closing the distance between the two of you once again. Mark is tired of hearing your nonsense. He is resentful of the confines of the title 'best friend' you assigned him. He yearns for you to see beyond those constraints, to envision a future with him. He desperately wants to be more than your friend, yet the fear of confessing and potentially losing you holds him back. It has been holding him back for years.

“None of your reasons can explain the look you give me. I mean, you don’t look at someone like that unless you’re in love, right?” Your cheeks flush, taken aback by his ability to see right through you. Breathless, you find yourself entranced as his eyes flit between your lips and your gaze. His grip held your thigh so tightly, nails digging into your sensitive skin.

“I’m scared, Mark. This feels weird.” you say while desperately trying to look away from him. Your attempts would ultimately fail as he brings his hand to cup your chin, forcefully turning your face to meet his. His intense stare is making you shake to your core.

“The panic in your face does wonders to me” he says as he finally presses his lips onto yours, kissing you roughly. His endless passion pouring into the kiss made you swallow your meaningless innocent pleas in between kisses. You were unaware of the depth of his yearning, blind to the years of unwavering devotion he had silently offered you. He has been longing for you for way too long. His patience has run out.

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yankpop · 2 years

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Yandere NCT Dream: Forcing you to marry them

All copyrights belong to @yankpop (aka me) so do not post/translate my works on any other platforms without my consent/knowledge.

Check more: Masterlist.

Female reader

WARNINGS: Forced marriages; blackmail; implied kidnapping; extreme manipulation.

AN: I'm not back to writing, I don't really know if I'll come back but don't worry, I won't delete the account. I have some works in drafts that I want to publish cause I don't have inspiration to write anything anymore. Enjoy it :)

Mark

“And I just hope that even though it’s an arranged marriage, we get comfortable and get to know each other since we’re spending the rest of our lives together.” Mark tries his best to put you at ease through his words, even if it doesn’t seem to work. You’re still avoiding him, your eyes fixated on the ground.

Your lack of reaction makes Mark awkwardly scratch his head, not knowing how to deal with your shy attitude. You are probably trying to get used to this new reality, he tries to convince himself.

Getting married by arranged marriage was definitely not something you probably wanted for yourself, but Mark knew he couldn’t let you escape. His parents were long-term friends with yours and although neither you or Mark spoke more than a few words through the years, he still managed to convince his parents to settle the marriage between the two of you.

Your parent’s knew he was a decent guy who’d treat their daughter right, so they had no issue with this “arrangement”. Exactly how Mark expected it.

Now, all he has to do is to convince you that he’s perfect for you, cause he is. Mark wants to give you his everything, all the happiness in this world and he knows that he’s the only one who’ll be able to make you happy.

Cause if it’s not him, then it’s not gonna be anyone.

He’ll make damn sure of that.

Renjun

You weakly follow Renjun, his hand tightly connected to your’s was pushing you forward as the boy energetically rushes over to the iconic Las Vegas chapel, a fake Elvis already standing there to greet you both. You try to halt your movements, steadying your feet on the ground.

“Renjun, wait! I’m really not sure this is the right thing to do.” disappointment appears on Renjun’s face, quickly replaced by frustration. “And why not? We already talked about this! I love you and you love me, then why not get married?”

Pressing your lips together, you try to hold back your feelings, not wanting to lash out at Renjun. “Please, this is really not a good idea.” you beg, hoping to change Renjun’s mind but to your despair, it doesn’t work.

“No, we’re doing this. You said you loved me! Then show me you love me.” Renjun practically trembles with anger as he spits the words out. You’re not capable of fighting back and he takes it as a submission sign from you, beginning to walk back to the chapel and dragging you along.

You feel so helpless but it only gets worse after you leave the chapel, married to Renjun without the presence of any family members or close friends.

Only you and Renjun.

For the rest of your life.

Jeno

Jeno, aka your kidnapper, drops a gift package onto your lap. Taking the package onto your hands, you look at it with surprise. Was today a special occasion?

Giving Jeno an inquiring look, he merely motions you to open the package. It’s actually a bit large, like it contains a book but not quite, as it’s incredibly thin so there’s no way there’s a book inside. Jeno watches you inspect the package with expectant eyes.

“C’mon, open it.” he almost begs you. As you rip out the wrapper, you discover that inside there’s a golden frame. It makes you curious about it, was it a picture?

As you finally rip out the entire wrapper, the content of the beautiful frame makes you stop breathing for a moment. Inside the frame, is a document.

A marriage certificate, to be exact.

Jeno’s body makes the couch dip as he sits close to you, his eyes eagerly attached to your eyes, drinking in your reaction. “Do you like it?” You ignore his words, closing your eyes. What the hell is happening?

His hand comes to hold the frame, his hand covering yours. The warm touch repulses you, but you don’t dare to move away. “It’s a small gift for our one-year anniversary. I hope you like it as much as I do.” Jeno continues talking, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

When you don’t talk, Jeno gently takes off the frame from your hands, moving to kneel in front of you as you open your eyes. You feel so defeated, like the marriage certificate was a prison order. Jeno takes your face into his hands, lovingly gazing at you.

“Now I can officially call you mine, isn’t that perfect?”

Haechan

You avoid looking at Haechan, tears flooding your eyes already. You already know that if you look at him, all of your emotions will break free and you can’t have that. Not now, at least.

Ignoring Haechan through the entire ceremony is hard, the persistent looks he gives you every 5 seconds are difficult to turn a blind eye to, even the priest notices Haechan’s clingy behavior, assuming he’s just in deep love. Which is actually true.

Haechan says yes incredibly fast, practically cutting off the priest even before he manages to finish the question and when it’s your turn, you spit the words in a way that you are sure it shocked the man, but you pay no attention to it.

You’re only here to save your best friend, who was kidnapped by no other than Haechan. All of this - you’re only doing it to save her.

Haechan wastes no time in pulling closer to you, giving you an intense kiss that makes you want to throw up but you contain yourself. The moment you’re outside the church, you immediately stop Haechan on his tracks.

“Let her go now!” Haechan pouts at you, his arms sneaking around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “Is that really the first thing you’re telling me after we just got married? Not even an i love-”

“Now!” You hysterically cut him off, tears freely streaking down your face. It makes Haechan’s face turn into an almost regretful expression, pulling his hands up. “I’m sorry, I’ll call Jeno to let your friend go, okay? Don’t get upset, baby.”

You almost scoff with irony at his words, but contain yourself, you don’t want to risk Haechan turning back on his word. You merely watch as Haechan fiddles with his phone, speaking with Jeno in a low voice.

After it’s over, he turns back with a small smile. “She’s free to go now.” You sigh in relief, wiping your tears away. She is safe now. You quickly spin around, beginning to walk away yet Haechan is fast in grabbing your arm, pulling you back.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” an incredulous frown on his face. Tightening his hold on your arm, he asserts. “We’re married now. You’re never leaving me again.”

Jaemin

Jaemin keeps a strong grip in your hand, almost too painful but you don’t dare to say a word about it. You’re not gonna say a word to him, or to be more specific, that one magic word.

Trying to ignore the priest is quite easy but to ignore Jaemin’s constant glares and the way he irradiates danger is a different story. You comprehend what he’s trying to tell you.

Don’t make this harder than what it needs to be.

But you want to. There’s no way that you’re leaving the church unmarried, you are aware of that, but you want to annoy Jaemin as much as you can. Let him know that you’re not gonna make his life any easier.

You almost miss it when Jaemin readily declares an overly intense yes to the priest, his hand giving yours a small squeeze but you choose to lower your head, turning your eyes to the ground.

“And now, do you - Y/N L/N - take Jaemin as your husband?” you purse your lips together, ignoring the question and trying to focus on the ground. Jaemin’s hand gives a hard squeeze to your hand and you feel him coming closer to you, his voice awfully close to your ear. “Say yes.” he hisses, frustration seeping through his voice.

Upon your lack of response, he angrily groans. From the side of your eye, you notice Jaemin giving the priest a small nod, to which the priest quickly reacts by completing the ceremony and pronouncing you man and wife. You bring your shocked face to the priest, only to see him accepting a large envelope of money from Jaemin.

You're screwed.

Chenle

Your eyes start burning as you watch your parent’s arriving at the enormous garden that had been arranged to be the venue of your wedding. Taking several deep breaths, you enter the master suite and try to contain yourself.

You had accepted your fate a long time ago, believing that everything Chenle ever did was for your own good and that he is the only one that knows what’s best for you but now, watching your family once again - after months of isolation - is making you doubt your thoughts.

In the spur of the moment, you dash towards the door but just as you grab the handle, it opens from the other side, causing you to bump into Chenle. He quickly grabs your arm to keep you from falling and raises his eyebrows to you.

“In a hurry to get married, are we?” he jokes, his eyes lightening up in amazement as he notices the elaborate dress that adorns your figure alongside with the elegant hairstyle you have on.

“Wow, you look so pretty. Seriously.” he gushes over, his hand picking up yours. His other hand carefully cups the side of your face, considerate of your delicate make-up.

Your mind runs wild with contradictory emotions but you force yourself to be calm and serene. You’d hate to upset Chenle, especially now that he was starting to trust.

His hand tilts your chin up and your eyes meet. Yours full of contained sadness while his are overflowing with burning love. He gives you a cheeky smile.

“I can’t wait for you to be officially mine.”

Jisung

You try to stay still from your spot on the couch. It feels too intimidating to be the only one sitting while the other boys are all standing, making them look both taller and quite scary, to be honest.

“... and Jisung loves you so much, then why not? Give me a good reason for you to refuse his proposal.” Jaemin intensely utters, his eyes staring at you. You open your lips to say something but Renjun is fast to interrupt you. “See!? You don’t even have a logical reason to turn down Jisung. You two would be such a great couple, really.”

Besides him, Chenle nods his head at his friend’s words. “Yeah, and being married would be great for Jisung. It would make him so happy.” he declares, before lowering his voice like he was about to share a secret. “He’s been so heartbroken ever since you have said no. He was so excited to propose and all and now you broke his heart. He’s been crying ever since.”

Your heart clenches at his words, you never meant to hurt Jisung like that. You love him too, but you thought that you’re both too young to get married. You bite your lip, how were you going to get out of this problem?

“Guys, I really didn’t mean to hurt Jisung but I don't think I can do this.” you blurt out, glancing at the boys, hoping they’d understand your side of the story. Upon hearing your words, Jaemin crosses his arms over his chest as Haechan lets out an irked scoff.

“You’re such a coward, you’re literally letting Jisung down!” Renjun hisses at you and it really shocks you how raw his words were. Your eyes start watering as your shoulders slump forward in defeat. Maybe you are a coward. Numbness hits you and the words simply flow out of your mouth, without even thinking.

The boys share a victorious look between them at you finally giving in and agreeing to marry their friend.

Wasn’t so hard, afterall.

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vergilthelibrarian · 1 year

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I find it hard to breathe.

I swear I hear something in my closet.

No… I think it’s someone, it has to be.

Someone has been leaving me love letters.

At first it gave me chills simply how poetically he would write his yearn for me.

Then it started giving me chills for weirdly needy he was becoming for me.

Then finally it would fill me dread without unabashedly obsessive he became for me.

Right now, I’m laying down in my bed trying to calm my breathing.

I’ve been having some issues with them as of late and I would hear them scattering around but recently they would sometimes become silent.

Usually I fall asleep pretty fast and once I’m sleep, it’s hard for me to wake but I’ve been dealing with a bout of insomnia, mostly from stressed and anxiety.

Both from college and from the love letters.

At first I thought I was being paranoid about someone being in my home, most people are but when I noticed the mice’s movements cease and whatever video I had playing stop and the room silent… I noticed that the room wasn’t completely silent.

I heard breathing.

Light and soft, like as if someone was trying to not be noticed.

The first night I noticed this, I pretended to wake up and ran to my bathroom to take some NyQuil to force myself asleep.

I know that was really stupid but the police never take stalking cases seriously until it��s too late and even then they still don’t…

Anyway, whosever been in my room, in my closet watching me sleep sent me a letter this morning before school telling me that everything will make sense tonight.

My breathing is erratic as I hear my closet door creak open and I shut my eyes immediately, squeezing them so hard.

I need someone to help me, to save me from whoever this is.

“HELP-“

My eyes open quickly, widen as I come face to face with-

“Don’t shout, you know your neighbors are elderly.” Mark quietly said in a chastising tone.

My heart sunk and my body turned cold.

How could my own best friend do this?

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neocentral · 4 months

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rating: 18+. mdni.

content: noncon, mark x reader

mark feels guilty. he does. he really, really does. he’s disgusting. he’s vile. scum of the earth. the worst of the worst. the way he continues like he has no other choice when he knows he does. his apologies are sincere, they have to be because mark truly does feel guilty. tears are rolling down his cheeks, too. isn’t that proof enough? he’s probably crying more than you are. mark would even say that he has it worse than you do.

“i know,” he says, running his thumb across your cheek, “I’m sorry. I’m so, so, so sorry.”

mark still doesn’t have the strength to stop, his hips keeping their pace as he blubbers about how utterly sorry feels. because he does. he does.

“please forgive me,” he weeps, runny nose and wet lips pressing against your face.

“I couldn’t help it.”

“I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t have to, baby.” mark grips your chin, giving it a light shake to get your attention.

you don’t have the strength to fight back. your weepy eyes meet his, your silent sobs picking up when you notice how distraught mark looks.

“really. you believe me, don’t you?”

your eyes flash with an emotion mark doesn’t like. even with all the emotions running across his mind, he still notices. you do believe him, don’t you? how could you not? mark feels guilty. he does.

“baby,” mark whimpers, cock throbbing, the coil in his stomach tightening. “you have to believe me. I couldn’t help it. you feel so good but…” mark pauses, a grunt forcing its way through the lump in his throat, which is caused by him feeling guilty. because he does. “but you kept it from me for so long. I waited and waited and you didn’t care.” mark watches your lips wobble, the emotion in your eyes unmoving, “I had to feel you again.”

“please forgive me,” he begs, ruthless hips sharing none of the remorse laced in his words.

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mint-yooxgi · 2 years

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can we have pt 2 of alpha mark I swear all your mark fics are always the best theyre just something about them thats *chefs kiss*

Part One

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There are times when you can almost forget what Mark has done, and what he is. So many times, he wears this indescribable excitement around you, the smile radiating the whole room. Of course, the fact that you had a small crush on the boy from the coffee shop didn’t help at all. He’s been sweet, until he’s not.

After that fateful evening, he had taken you back to his house to live with him and what he described to you as his pack mates. If it wasn’t for the way he acts, the way they all act, you still wouldn’t have believed for yourself that he’s a wolf. Also, the fact that he literally tore out a guy’s throat right in front of you is a pretty strong contender, too.

The first few days you had tried to escape. None of his ‘brothers’ seemed to want to believe you that you were brought here against your will. That, or they didn’t care. Besides, most of them tend to avoid you. Who knows what Mark told them about you to make them act this way. Only, you can tell at least one of them appears sympathetic to your situation.

The next opportunity you get while Mark is out of the house, you’re cornering Jungwoo in the hall.

“Please, you’ve got to help me.” You meet his gaze, tears threatening to gather in your eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he shakes his head, “I can’t do anything.”

“Yes, you can!” You grab his arms, shaking him slightly. “Just help me get out of here, I can’t live like this much longer.”

Jungwoo genuinely looks pained, “you have to. Coming between another wolf and their mate, especially when that wolf is my brother, would be treason. You are his. You have to accept that.”

“I don't fucking want to accept that!” You practically shout before you’re collecting yourself once more. “What is with you wolves and this stupid notion that you think you own someone just because they’re apparently your mate?”

“I’m sorry.” Jungwoo sighs, gently removing your hands from his arms and giving them a slight squeeze. “The sooner you accept your situation, the better it will be for all of us. Especially you.”

Smiling softly at you, Jungwoo drops your hands and walks off before you can say another word. As you watch his retreating form, you blink away the tears of frustration that threaten to fall. You retreat back into you room, or rather, Mark’s room.

About half an hour later, you’ve managed to calm yourself down enough to stop crying. You lay on the bed, back turned to the door as you hear it get pushed open. You don’t even need to look to know it’s Mark.

Stepping into the room, Mark’s brow furrows as he closes the door behind him. Immediately, he’s by your side on the bed, his gentle touch meant to soothe only causing you to flinch.

“Moonbeam, why were you crying?” His voice is soft, filled with nothing but concern.

“Like you care.” Your voice is bitter, throat raw with the harshness of your words.

“Of course I care.” Mark’s brow furrows even deeper as he leans over you slightly.

Still, you avoid his gaze, words barely above a whisper, “I want to go home.”

Mark blinks, “but you are home.”

You turn to glare at him, your one hand coming up to wipe at the side of your face. Only, before you can even touch your skin, Mark snatches your wrist in his grip, bringing your palm right up to his nose.

Taking a deep breath, his eyes flash. “Why do you smell like Jungwoo?”

Your heart stops as his voice reaches your ears in no less than a growl. Every attempt to pull your hand away is futile, his grip only tightening the harder you try to get away.

Slowly, you watch his eyes trail up from your hand to your face, and you realize slowly that whatever scent Jungwoo left on you when you grabbed him lingered on your hands and probably transferred onto your face the more you wiped at your tears. You swallow.

“Mark, I can explain-”

“Did he touch you?” His eyes flash, and once again, you are reminded of that fateful night.

“No, of course not! I-”

He cups your face in his hands and forces you to maintain eye contact with him, “Did you touch him?”

Your lips part. You’re sure he can hear your heart pounding in your chest, for you can already hear the blood rushing through your ears.

You go to answer, but your hesitation speaks volumes.

Keeping one cupping the side of your face, Mark trails his other hand down your arm until he’s holding your own in his grasp. Carefully, he brings your own hand up until it’s cupping the side of his own face.

“If you want to touch someone,” he breathes, laying down beside you on the bed and pulling your body into his, “touch me.”

Your swear you’ve stopped breathing at this point as he tucks your head into his chest, tightening his hold around your waist all the while. You opt to remain silent, worried that whatever you tell him might set him off again. Though, at his next words, you realize that it wouldn’t have mattered all that much.

Just what have you gotten yourself into?

“If I ever catch him leaving his scent on you again, I’ll kill him.” he growls, voice low and menacing as his eyes flash. “You’re mine.”

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