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markie-baby · 6 months
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Butt-Naked at the MGM ✨️
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"How am I supposed to tell yah?
I don't wanna see you with anyone but me,
Nobody gets me like you.
How am I supposed to let you go?
Only like myself when I'm with you,
Nobody gets me, you do..."
Nobody Gets Me - SZA
Summary- You were no stranger to surprises when it came to dating Mark Tuan, but nothing could prepare you for what you would learn on your one-year anniversary; your sweet, shy, and respectable boyfriend was a closeted freak.
Warnings - cursing, explicit sex, spanking, edging, biting, bondage Genre- Fluff/Smut (18+ MA) idol!got7, female! reader Pairing- Female Reader x Mark Tuan Length- she's super long, mama. So get some wine 'cuz it's story time.
You savored the lingering taste of the wine on your lips, casting a drunken yet longing gaze at Mark Tuan, your striking boyfriend. His allure was impossible to resist, and tonight, he seemed to have cranked it up a notch. His black hair was brushed back, and a few strands dangled free over his eyebrows, tempting you further.
So damn gorgeous. You sighed to yourself.
The gleam of his diamond studs and Cuban link danced in the soft candlelight of your private table, accentuating his devilish charm. Your eyes couldn't help but descend to the bottom button of his open shirt, revealing his chest and a tantalizing mole. Mark's visuals were utterly provocative, though he seemed oblivious as he perused the drink menu.
As you continued to admire Mark's enticing form, your thoughts wandered to the past year you'd spent together. Mark had always been the perfect gentleman. He was polite, funny, respectful, treated, and sexed like a queen. You loved how he doted on you and made you feel special. But there was always something about him that seemed reserved... like he was holding back. You couldn't quite put your finger on it, but there was an air of mystery surrounding him.
Mark finally looked up from the drink menu, his dark eyes locking with yours. A playful smile curled at the corner of his lips, and he reached across the table, his hand finding yours. "You seem lost in thought," he said, his voice low and seductive.
"Just reminiscing," you replied, your voice husky, your eyes never leaving his. "It's been an incredible year."
Mark's fingers tightened around yours, and his gaze deepened. "It has been incredible," he agreed, his tone filled with meaning. "One of the best years of my life."
Your heart fluttered in response to Mark's sincere admission.
"Before I met you, I felt content with my life. I had a sense of fulfillment in everything I had achieved so far, and my drive kept me moving forward." Mark glanced at your hands clasped in his.
"Then I met you, and time seemed to stop in a way I never imagined. You've taught me the beauty of slowing down and truly savoring every precious moment."
Mark's tender confession rendered you breathless; a soft 'I love you' slipped past your glossed lips.
"I love you too." His thumb, adorned with a ring, tenderly caressed your cheek.
His undeniable thoughtfulness and sweetness couldn't be ignored. However, the harsh reality of the situation was sinking in rapidly, akin to the Thunderbird you had knocked back earlier...
You were horny as all hell.
"We still got the rest of the night to celebrate. Why don't we get another drink and get out of here?" Mark traced the menu with his slender finger. "What do you want, baby?
"I think I've found exactly what I want," you said, your voice laced with anticipation.
Mark's eyes sparked with intrigue as he looked at you. "Yeah?" he purred, leaning in closer.
You leaned in as well, your lips almost touching, your words a whisper. "I want you, Mark," you confessed, your gaze locked with his, brimming with desire.
Mark's breath caught in his throat as your words hung in the air, creating a charged atmosphere between you two. The restaurant noises seemed to fade away, leaving only the intimate bubble of your shared desire. You triggered something in him. Mark scooted his chair closer, his lips brushed gently against your ear.
"Want me?" His warm breath tingled your skin. "And how bad you want me, y/n?"
Your heart skipped a beat at your boyfriend's teasing response.
"Badly."
A slow, knowing smile spread across Mark's face. "Well, then," he said, his voice low and filled with promise. "I think I can arrange that. You ready for your surprise?"
"Surprise? Where are you taking me?"
He downed his glass of Thunderbird, anticipation growing as Mark discreetly signaled the waiter, asking for the check. In a swift exchange, you both exited the restaurant, hand in hand, bound for a destination where your desires could unfold.
He maintained an air of mystery leading you to a waiting car. Soon, the shimmering lights of Las Vegas enveloped you. The MGM Grand stood tall in the distance, and to your surprise, Mark had secured a balcony suite, a sight that left you astonished.
"Mark, this is beyond amazing," you marveled, your eyes scanning the balcony suite's luxurious details.
Mark's smile radiated warmth, a glint of modesty in his demeanor. "I'm glad you like it. I know I was on the road for a while, so I wanted to make it up to you."
"You really outdone yourself, I don't know how I'm gonna top this." you replied playfully.
With a soft chuckle, he waved off the compliment. "You're important to me. Seeing you smile is everything."
His words resonated deeply, and you took his hand, feeling a surge of gratitude. "Thank you, Mark. I feel incredibly lucky to have you."
He met your gaze, sincerity evident in his eyes. "I'm lucky to have you, too."
As the night embraced the glittering skyline, Mark and you found yourselves cuddling on the balcony of the suite, clinking glasses filled with chilled champagne. The city below was alive with a symphony of lights and distant laughter, casting an enchanting aura around you both. The cool evening breeze danced through your hair as you leaned against the balcony railing, savoring the moment.
"I could stay up here forever..." You sighed.
"Me too," Mark's arm tightened around you. "But why don't we take this cuddle session inside?"
"I'd love to." You playfully kissed your boyfriend on the nose before turning towards the door.
Your body stops short when Mark grabs your wrist.
"Can I have a kiss first?" A smirk appeared on his lips.
"Of course," you whispered, pressing your lips against his.
The kiss was sweet and passionate, a tender dance between your lips. Mark's arms encircled you, pulling you closer as his kisses became deeper and more intense. He smelled of expensive cologne and tasted like champagne, a taste which you quickly fell in love with. His hands moved down to grab a handful of you, and you could feel the heat building between you. Mark had never been this handsy.
You couldn't help but feel excited by this sudden change in his behavior.
"Mm... Mark," you gasped. "We should... probably head inside..."
"Why?" he breathed, his voice husky.
"Because..." you said, a sultry grin curling your lips. "We're starting to get a little carried away out here, and someone might see us."
"I'm sorry", He blushed slightly. "My mind is kinda in the gutter right now."
"Oh, really? I can't tell."
He let out a soft chuckle and released you, his eyes full of lust. "C'mon, let's go inside."
You agreed, biting your lip.
As Mark guided you into the luxe suite, the thrill of the moment intensified. Finally settling onto the plush king-sized mattress, the softness of the sheets against your skin added to the intoxicating atmosphere. Unbeknownst to you, your boyfriend had quietly entered the room amidst the sensation, his presence unnoticed in your heightened sensory bliss.
"You seem comfortable," he commented, his voice a soft whisper in your ear.
"Mmhm," you sighed, your eyes closed, body relaxed.
Mark's arms slowly slid around your waist, his lips pressed to the side of your neck as he placed his body weight next to yours.
"What's gotten into you other than that Thunderbird?"
"I'm not sure," Mark admitted, a slight hint of embarrassment in his tone. "I guess I'm just a bit worked up tonight."
"Is that so?"
You felt Mark's smile against your skin, his hand tracing up the curve of your spine. "Maybe," he teased. "Does that make you uncomfortable?"
"No, not at all." You turned to meet his eyes, your hand gently caressing his face. "In fact, I like it. You're usually so... reserved. I'm into this side of you."
Mark smiled sincerely. "I'm happy to hear that. You've opened my eyes to a lot of new things. I'm learning more about myself every day."
You kissed him, a gentle, yet passionate kiss. As the kiss deepened, your hands began to explore his body, feeling the contours of his chest beneath his shirt. Mark's hands found their way to a familiar area, his touch electric against your skin. The sensations of desire and intimacy filled the room, blending with the soft, sensual lighting.
Mark pulled back slightly, his seductive gaze locked on yours.
"You know, it's been an amazing year, so, I want to make tonight a little different," he said, his voice a seductive whisper. "I'm going to give you a taste of what I've learned."
"And what exactly have you learned, Mr. Tuan?"
"To be honest, I've always had these fantasies, but I was too shy to bring them up before."
You looked at him in surprise. This was definitely not what you were expecting. But instead of being shocked or put off, you felt a surge of arousal at the thought of exploring Mark's hidden desires.
"I'm all yours tonight," you said with a smile. "Don't need to be shy around me. We have been together for over a year after all."
Mark's face flushed with excitement and relief.
"I'm not as vanilla in bed as I've been letting on," he admitted. "When we have sex, as much as I love it, I fantasize about doing the nastiest things to you."
"Nasty, huh?" You purred, tracing your finger along his jawline. "Tell me, what kind of nasty things have you wanted to do to me?"
Mark's gaze darkened, a look of pure desire in his eyes. "You really want to know?"
"I do," you confirmed, your voice soft, yet laced with a hint of intrigue.
"Are you sure?" he asked anxiously.
"Absolutely," you replied with a reassuring smile.
Mark's hesitation disappeared. His dark gaze bored into yours, the intensity of his emotions reflected in his eyes.
"Well, for starters," Mark's hand teased your inner thigh. "I've always wanted to pour oil all over that pretty skin of yours."
"You want to massage me?" You grinned, amused by his choice of fantasy.
"Not just massage," His lips traveled closer to your ear. "But tease, pinch, spank..."
"Mark Tuan, are you into BDSM or something?"
Mark's lips curled into a seductive smile. "That.." he said, his hand creeping higher, his fingers lightly brushing your panties. "And among a few other kinks. Is that okay?"
A wave of desire crashed over you at the realization of what Mark was hinting at. You nodded slowly, your breath quickening as you started to feel a familiar sensation growing in your thighs.
Mark stood up off the bed and started unbuttoning his shirt in the most torturous fashion. Slowly exposing his chest and tattoos inch by inch. "Can I show them to you?"
"Sure," you breathed, distracted by the strip show your boyfriend was putting on.
His buttoned shirt slowly slid off his toned shoulders and fell to the floor. "I need a yes or a no, beautiful."
You felt your core pulse at the request. "Yes."
Mark walked over to the closet, opened the door, and disappeared from view. You could hear the sound of hangers moving and then the rustling of cloth. He returned, holding a black satin tie in his hands.
"May I?"
You nodded and closed your eyes as he gently tied the fabric around your head, making sure you couldn't see. Your senses were on high alert, acutely aware of every movement, every sound, and smell. You felt the bed dip as Mark climbed on top of you, his weight pressing into the mattress, his heat radiating toward you. His breath was warm on your cheek as he leaned close.
"Is that comfortable?" he whispered.
"Yes," you sighed.
His hands traced the contours of your body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. The sensation of not being able to see heightened the experience, making every touch, every kiss, every whisper of breath feel magnified.
Mark kissed your neck softly. "I've been waiting to get this dress off of you..." he said.
You felt his fingers slowly unzipping the front of your dress, exposing your bare chest. Your nipples hardened under his touch, and you gasped as his tongue flicked against the sensitive flesh. His lips trailed a hot path down your neck and across your collarbone, before circling around your hardened nipple. He suckled greedily, his teeth grazing the delicate skin. You writhed under his touch, your hips arching into his.
"So damn responsive..." Mark murmured.
You felt his mouth leave your skin, and the sound of him pulling the bottom half of your dress reached your ears.
Suddenly, you felt a cool, smooth sensation on your skin, followed by a sweet scent that filled the air. It took a moment for you to realize that Mark was drizzling warm oil onto your body.
The oil was slick and luxurious as Mark's hands glided over your skin, massaging away any tension or stress. His touch was confident and skilled, kneading your muscles with just the right amount of pressure.
As the massage continued, you felt yourself becoming more and more relaxed, surrendering to the sensations that were coursing through your body. The combination of the warm oil and Mark's expert touch had you melting into the bed.
"Mm... that feels so good," you moaned.
Mark chuckled. "Good, 'cause I'm about to make it feel even better," he murmured.
His hands traveled down to your legs, kneading the tense muscles there. You felt the mattress shift as Mark positioned himself between your legs, his fingers deftly slipping under the edge of your panties.
A gasp escaped your lips as his fingers began to work their magic on your most sensitive areas, his touch gentle yet firm. Your body trembled in anticipation, knowing that Mark's talented fingers were mere moments away from sending you into ecstasy.
You cried out as his fingers finally made contact with your slick, throbbing core, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. Mark's pace increased, and he circled your clit, his fingers slipping and sliding through your folds. You gripped the sheets as you arched your back, desperate for more.
Mark's breath was warm against your skin as he leaned close, whispering into your ear.
"You're soaking wet, baby," he urged, his voice low and commanding. "You've been wanting this all night, huh?"
"So...badly..." You blushed into the bed sheets, turning your head away from your boyfriend's filthy speech.
"Am I making you shy?" Mark teased and planted kisses on your neck between each word. "I can stop if it's too much... but something about the way you won't stop squeezing around my fingers tells me you don't want me to."
Usually, the most you'd get out of Mark during sex was a couple of moans and a few curses, which you never complained about. But his sudden rolodex of vulgarity was completely unexpected, giving you the ultimate sensory experience.
"I want you to cum for me," he urged, his voice low and commanding.
You shuddered as your orgasm hit, waves of pleasure washing over you, soaking your panties. Your body trembled and quaked, a guttural moan escaping your lips. As the intensity of the climax faded, you slumped against the bed, utterly spent. You were vaguely aware of the sound of the oil bottle being placed on the nightstand, and then Mark's weight shifted on the bed.
"Open your eyes, baby," he cooed, gently pulling the silk from your eyes.
As you opened your eyes, the world came into focus. Your body was glistening with oil, and Mark was hovering above you, his gaze filled with admiration.
"You are so fucking gorgeous," he said. "How did I get so lucky?"
A blush tinged your cheeks.
"I could say the same for you."
Mark leaned in and kissed you passionately.
"You're the best gift I've ever had," he whispered.
His words sent a jolt of pleasure straight to your core, and you found yourself craving more.
"What are you gonna do with me now?"
"Hmm," Mark contemplated while he touched the oil slick on your skin. "I should clean up my mess, shouldn't I?"
His lips reconnected to your chest, planting delicate kisses on your collarbone, and travelling down to your stomach. He planted a final kiss beneath your belly button before looking up at you with innocent eyes.
"Can I kiss you down here, babe?"
Your heart raced as you looked down at him with desire. You couldn't believe how much you wanted him right now. You nodded without a word, biting your lip in anticipation.
"How about a little biting?" Mark added. "I promise I won't do it hard."
Your heart was pounding in your chest as he looked up at you with a mischievous glint in his eye. You couldn't help but groan in pleasure at his words, already imagining the feeling of his teeth sinking into your skin.
"Yes," You breathed.
His lips found their way back to your stomach, trailing down to the apex of your thighs. His fingers dug into your hips as he planted open-mouthed kisses on your inner thighs, teasing you with his tongue. You let out a gasp as his teeth grazed your sensitive flesh, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. He looked up at you with a wicked smile, knowing full well the effect he was having on you.
"More," you whimpered, your body arching towards him.
He obliged, his teeth sinking deeper into your skin as you moaned in ecstasy. It was all you could do to grip the sheets as he continued his assault, his tongue lapping at the sting he had left behind.
You were practically shaking at this point, your body begging for him to give you what you needed.
"Ready for a little love bite?" he asked again. The words made you tremble and your body ached for more. You nodded in response, signaling that you were ready.
"I always wanted to nibble on these thighs of yours." His teeth sank deeper into your thigh as he spoke.
"I've been wanting to kiss on them, too." He said between bites. You moaned softly at his words and felt yourself getting wetter.
His mouth was hot against your thigh, and your eyes shut closed as he moved to the other leg. "And I've been wanting to taste them." He whispered, his wet tongue drawing circles on your skin. Your thighs started to shake as you tried to hold your composure. His hands held your thighs still, not allowing you to move.
"Please". You begged him.
Mark's dark eyes darted up at you. "Please, what?" He asked as he licked on your panty line.
You moaned loudly and arched your back, as you struggled to get the words out. "Please, babe... stop torturing me." You whimpered, wanting nothing more than to feel his soft lips on your core. He smiled and nodded at you, as he began to drag the corner of your panties down with his teeth.
Without a word, Mark pressed his lips to your entrance, forming a seal around your folds with his tongue. He touched all of the inner walls of your wetness with it, rotating it around before pushing forward, exploring the depths of you.
Mark moaned, sending waves of pleasure through your body with every stroke of his tongue. His fingers gripped your hips as he pulled you closer to him and buried his face in your crotch. His tongue darted down your slit as he tried to push it inside of you. Your hands shot down to his hair, fighting the urge to scream as his tongue explored your inner walls.
It wasn't long till Mark felt your walls pulsing against his tongue, signaling that you were close. Your hips started to buck against his face as your orgasm neared and Mark quickly pulled his mouth away from you. You let out a disappointed whine as he pulled his face away from your dripping entrance.
"Did you like that, babe?" Mark asked, licking his lips seductively.
"Mhmm," You opened your eyes and met his gaze, too horny to even speak properly. "Why did you stop?"
"I'm edging you," Mark smirked devilishly. "It's pretty cruel of me, actually."
"I don't mind," you replied, a pleading look in your eyes.
"Oh really?" He raised an eyebrow. "You must be as much a freak as I am then, huh?"
Your heart skipped a beat as you heard his words.
"Please, Mark. I need you to do it again."
"Oh, I'll do it, babe." Mark's voice dripped with lust.
He bit his lip at you with a playful grin and then leaned forward to kiss you, his soft lips enveloping yours as he reached down with his hand. His fingers reached your entrance and he pushed them inside of you, stroking your clit with his thumb as he did so.
You moaned into his mouth as you felt his tongue flicker against yours, eagerly kissing him back as he continued to explore you. You bit his lip and gripped his hair, pulling him closer as he groaned into the kiss.
You could feel your orgasm building again as he continued to thrust his fingers back and forth inside of you, his thumb moving in circles around your clit. His lips left yours and traveled down to your neck as he nibbled on it, pushing you over the edge in the process.
You felt a rush of pleasure as your release squirted out of you, coating Mark's hand as he eagerly lapped it up. His tongue darted down to your entrance, lapping up every drop of fluid as your orgasm subsided.
"That was so sexy," Mark said, lifting his head up to look at you. "But I think it's time to take it up a notch, babe."
You let out a moan of compliance as Mark let his fingers slide out from you. You watched in anticipation as he placed his hand on his crotch, undoing the button on his jeans with a quick flick of his fingers.
"Fuck me, Mark."
Mark teasingly shook his head, pulling his pants down. "Patience, baby. I still want to tie you up."
A shiver ran down your spine as you saw his lustful stare. He moved towards the bedposts and slowly wrapped your upper body with his extra ties. As Mark's gaze roamed over your body, you could feel heat radiating from him.
"Mm. Mm. Mm," he said, his tone full of lust. "You look so sexy like this."
"You don't look too bad yourself," you replied, admiring the sight of his tattooed physique.
He leaned forward, his lips inches from yours. "I want you so badly." he breathed, his eyes heavy with desire. "I can't wait to fill you up."
You felt your body react to his words, your core pulsing with need. Mark loomed over you, both hands resting on the sides of your head. His skin gently teased your wet clit.
"Are you ready for me?" he asked softly.
Your body tensed at the sensation of his lips against yours. "Yes."
With a wicked grin, he slowly plunged deep inside you, filling you completely.
"Oh, fuck..." he exclaimed, a soft moan escaping his lips.
The sensations were unlike anything you'd experienced before, and you could feel your walls tightening around him, milking him for every drop.
"Is this good?" Mark murmured against your ear, his breath tickling your neck.
Your response was incoherent mumbles.
Mark continued thrusting, his fingers clenching in your hair as he pinned you to the bed. The intense sensation quickly caused you to reach an almost unbearable level of arousal, your body throbbing in time with Mark's movements. He pulled out slightly, then plunged deeply inside you again, eliciting a muffled scream.
You felt yourself tightening up around him, trying to milk him even more, but you couldn't help it. You were so close. Mark's mouth found its way back to yours, kissing you passionately as he moved inside you.
"Baby...," Mark urged, pulling out even further. "If you keep on getting tighter, like this, I'm not gonna last."
His pace quickened, his breathing getting heavier as he neared his climax. He let go of your hair, bringing his hand to cup your face.
You felt him twitch inside of you, and the warmth of his release flooded your insides. Ecstasy-ridden cries left your lips as your own orgasm followed soon after.
"Fuck, you're so amazing," he groaned, burying his face into your neck. "I love you so much."
With his weight pressing down on top of you, you could barely breathe. Your heart pounded rapidly as if trying to escape your chest. You tried to relax and catch your breath, to regain some sense of composure. When you looked up, you found yourself gazing into Mark's intensely brown eyes, full of love and desire.
"I love you, too." You sighed, short of breath.
"Do you want to stop?" Mark whispered in your ear. "You seem tired."
"No, don't stop."
"I won't then."
Mark slowly pulled out and reached up to undo the ties around your arms and chest. "Sit up for me," he whispered, grabbing your hand restraints.
"Turn around for me, baby," He helped you to get on your knees, your arms behind your back, then positioned himself behind you. "Damn..." he exclaimed as he ran his hand over your hips and ass. "I wish you could see what I'm seeing right now."
He kissed down your back and began to softly massage your ass. His fingers occasionally trailed between your thighs, but he held himself back from touching you there. "Look at you..." he groaned softly. "I can see how much you want me just by looking. You're so beautiful."
Your heart ached at his words. "I do."
"How much?" he asked, pressing into you from behind. His erection rubbed against the wetness between your legs, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.
"I've been thinking about this all night." You moaned.
"All night?"
He teased one finger into you and you gasped, rotating your hips so that he would push deeper inside. "Ohh," you groaned as a second finger joined the first.
"Ever since dinner." He thrust into you and you felt yourself tighten around him. The sensation only lasted a moment before Mark withdrew his fingers entirely. You whimpered. He smacked your ass before his fingers glided over your core. A soft moan escaped your lips as he slowly caressed it. He pulled back to spank you again before shoving further inside you. A whispered curse left his lips before smacking your skin once more and watching it tremble.
He gently grasped the front of your neck and pulled your head up off the bed. "Put your hands on the headboard for me, love. Keep your ass up high," he commanded. You obeyed, and he held your hips as he began to drill you deep and hard.
Your arms were bound, so you relied on your hips and lower back to support you. Your face and chest were pushed against the mattress, but you didn’t mind. The sensation of him thrusting into you had taken over your entire being. You locked eyes with him as he moved further and further in, hovering a mere inch from your back. When he brought one hand around to rub your clit, it sent shockwaves through your body. You bit into the sheets to silence a scream. You shook as the pleasure started to build within every fiber of your being - building, building until it felt like the whole world was crumbling around you.
"That's it," Mark breathed.
His hand reached forward again to find its way to your sensitive clit once more, and the sudden intensity caused you to cry out. Your heart raced and your mind spun wildly as your body seemed to be consumed in flames.
"Mark," you gasped, barely able to put any words together. "I'm gonna-"
"I got you, babe," he replied. "Let go."
Finally erupting in a blissful wave, your muscles tightened around him as if never wanting to let go. Mark's hand was still firmly held on your clit as he thrust into you one final time, his own orgasm overtaking him. As he squeezed your hip with both hands, his thrusts grew more erratic, until with one final thrust, he pushed himself as far inside you as he could.
You felt him tense up and let out a deep moan as he thrust one last time, his liquid love flowing into you. Your body shuddered as you felt his entire length throbbing inside you. You couldn't breathe, your body shaking with the intensity of the moment. He slowly pulled away from you, but before you could move, he held you tightly in his arms.
"Are you all right?" His voice was soft and gentle.
"Mmm hmm," was all you managed to reply.
He chuckled softly, his hands caressing your back. "Good. Me too."
Mark held you close, pulling you into him as he collapsed on the bed. His lips pressed lightly against your neck as he kissed your warm flesh. Everything about him felt comforting and intimate; his mouth was gentle, his movements slow and deliberate.
Finally, you opened your eyes and looked at him. His dark eyes stared back into yours as a gentle smile appeared on his face. His hair was a poofy mess sticking out this way and that, while a thin sheen of sweat covered his forehead. He looked happy.
You smiled back at him with a racing heart; then said, "You were right."
"About what?" he asked.
"You are kinky," you replied with a grin.
He laughed heartily at your statement and the sound made you laugh too.
"Yes," he said with a playful smile, "but I think you liked it though; you couldn't help it."
"I loved it," you answered honestly, looking deep into his eyes.
He kissed you again, pressing his lips softly against yours as you kissed him back.
It felt like heaven.
~🐰♡
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Jinyoung x fem!reader soulmates - angst, fluff, smut You craved meeting your soulmate, but you wished more than anything he could be your best friend, Mark. When Mark finally meets his soulmate, you get the chance to find yours and he’s not at all what you expected.
enough by @ahgaseda
Jinyoung x fem!reader mafia, exes to lovers - angst, smut to survive as a single woman in the big city, you resort to letting rich men pay for your company, but never anticipated that your first client would be the boy you once loved, Jinyoung.
The Trial Period by @prettywordsyouleft
Jinyoung x fem!reader enemies to lovers - angst, fluff, romance, suggestive When the perfect studio space comes up, you leap at the chance to take it. Except, so has Park Jinyoung, someone you have hated for the past three years. Given three months to share the space before deciding who will claim it, can you push Jinyoung out by the end of your trial period, or will you find that the tactics you both use leads to something unexpected?
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Open Tab by @milfgyuu
Youngjae x fem!reader (wc - 5.1k) strangers to lovers - angst, fluff, smut, hurt/comfort A connection is made with a handsome bartender who offers you comfort, a slice of cheesecake, and so much more on your ruined evening.
The Seventh Wedding by @inyournightmares97
Youngjae x fem!reader (wc - 15k) strangers to lovers, mutual pining - fluff It took Choi Youngjae seven weddings to fall in love with you.
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I Think I Love You by @milfgyuu
Bambam x fem!reader (wc - 2.1k) coworkers/friends to lovers - fluff, crack Bambam rescues you from the company party and makes a rooftop confession to you under the stars. It’s kind of magical.
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oh my god, they were roommates by @babybirdgyeom
Yugyeom x reader (wc - 2.5k) roommates to lovers, mutual pining - fluff One night you couldn’t resist your roommate Yugyeom anymore and finally gave in.
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markliving · 3 months
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MASTERLIST
That's my masterlist, some things are a little older and I don't write for them anymore, like BTS. My question is not open for now and i do not write nsfw.
All the titles will be posted, i just need translated them. And remembering, english is not my firt language.
masterpost | who do i write |
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GOT7
mark tuan
one-shot
let snow - mark tuan x f!reader, friends to lovers, fluff, a little of angst |
your favorite song - mark tuan x reader, fluff |
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til' the road and sky align - mark tuan x f!reader, stable relationship, travel, fluff, angst | ongoin
im jaebeom (jay b)
one-shot
ghost of you - jayb x f!reader, hurt/no comfort, angst | based in "ghost of you" by 5 seconds of summer
jackson wang
one-shot
my star - jackson x oc!star, fluff and happiness |
there are good witches, you know? - jackson x f!reader, magic, fantasy, fluff | 1585 words
park jinyoung
one-shot
lie to me - park jinyoung x f!reader, drama, happy ending? |
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BTS
min yoongi
one-shot
better man - yoongi x f!reader, fluff | based in "better man" by 5 seconds of summer
unforgettable - yoongi x f!reader, fluff, stable relationship, travel, fluff |
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Stremers/Youtubers
quackity
one-shot
corrector cursed - cc!quackity x f!reader, use of his real name, just fluff |
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be the poet and i will be your soldier - quackity x reader, lawyers!au, enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort | ongoing
↳ one | two | three | four | five
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Harry Potter (marauders era)
sirius black
one-shot
five of september of 1978 - sirius black x f!reader, angst, hurt/no comfort, but a happy end?? | 657 words
behind the portrait - sirius black x f!reader, angst, hurt/comfort, stable relationship |
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Top Gun: Maverick
jake seresin
one-shot
meet me in the pale moon - jake seresin x f!reader, fluff, drama |
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Football
son heung-min
one-shot
strawberry - son heung-min x f!reader, just fluff |
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Marvel
bucky barnes
one-shot
after you - bucky barnes x m!reader, angst, fluff, happy ending
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DC
jason tood
one-shot
a kiss heals everything - jason tood x f!reader, just fluff | 1076 words
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One Piece
portgas d. ace
one-shot
special day - ace x f!reader, fluff |
roronoa zoro
one-shot
reunions - roronoa zoro x f!reader, after marineford, angst, happy ending, fluff |
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Jujutsu Kaisen
gojo satoru
one-shot
miss you - gojo satoru x f!reader, platonic!megumi x platonic!reader, exes to lovers, drama, fluff, a little of angst, happy ending | 2499 words
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yiensaintlaurent · 1 year
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00 | the other side - mark tuan
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pairing: mark tuan x reader
genre: angst, smut, idol! got7, idol! reader
warnings: cursing, explicit sex, takes place in present time with minor flashbacks
summary: mark knew it was game over the minute he saw you. despite being apart from each other for so long, no amount of practice in front of the mirror would've prepared him for the way his heart dropped the moment he saw you walk in. he'd forgotten about the hold you had on him, you; the love of his life, the one that got away.
character preface
mark tuan :
male
age: 29
birthday: september 4, 1993
currently living in arcadia, la county, california, u.s.a
y/n:
female
age: 25
birthday: september 15, 1997
currently living in seoul, south korea
originally from new york city; part time in los angeles
all got7 member info is in present time.
let me know if i should post ch. 01 :)
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disclaimer:
slight or recurring mentions of other idols, groups, familiar names.
despite it taking place in present time, with real time events, this story the plot and scenarios are 100% made up
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sweetkpopmusings · 1 year
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mark best friend headcanons <3
a/n: posting this for the lovely anon who requested it ! mark is just such a sweetie pie but also So Real and i adore him !! throwback to when i saw him in dallas and he sang the chorus of "one in a million" to me while mimicking my dance moves :,,,,,,,,-) pics not mine~
content: fluff | wc: 0.8k | warnings: none! | pairing: bestfriend!mark x gn!reader | requests: open
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he is the kind of best friend who is your one-stop shop for all things entertainment and peace
it's very normal for y'all to sit in comfortable silence for HOURS and vibe with each other
he'll look up from his phone to ask "you hungry?"
if you are, he is getting up to bring over your favorite snack or ordering delivery for y'all's favorite takeout place
you'll both also speak up to share a funny video/meme with each other
tbh i see him living for bestie binge watching sessions for movies/shows/videos
like he loves lounging on the couch with you and reacting to the content together and potentially napping
if you fall asleep he WILL take funny photos of you
and then make sure you have a blanket over you or aren't lying down in a position that'll hurt your neck or back
if you like to game, he ABSOLUTELY loves gaming with you
if that's not really your thing, he'd love to have you in the room with him, making conversation with him while he plays
i can so clearly see him having a full-on conversation with you and then just screaming at the screen because he fucked up and then immediately going back to the conversation like nothing happened
and it happens so regularly that you don't even notice it anymore LOL
please call him ultra cute nicknames and pet names
standard is "markie poo" but if the mood is right you can take it to the "floofy snugglebug sweetie pie bubblegum angel face darling" level
he'll tell you to shutup
but he'll giggle and smile while he's saying it
he thinks it is dumb and ridiculous and he loves you so much so he's enjoying it fully !!!
sometimes he'll repeat the over-the-top nicknames to you in a mocking/childish tone
and you'll both get caught in a giggling fit until you're completely nonsensical and crying and out of breath
mark just appreciates that you can be silly with each other like it makes him feel at ease <3
he gives really good hugs
like the kind where he holds you so sweetly and comfortingly that you can let all your stress and worries fall away
if you're anxious, sad, crying, frustrated, etc, his hugs will cure everything
and if you're celebrating something or seeing each other after a long time, he'll squeeze you extra tight because he's so !!!!! happy !!!! with you !!!!
he's seriously so sweet and caring
he's always happy to be a refuge for you, and he's never mad at distracting you from what's getting you down
he'll notice when you're feeling low, and, because he knows you so well, he will immediately pull out whatever jokes, voices, dances, stories, etc that will make you feel better
he will also be able to sense when the kind of comfort you need is having a shoulder to cry on, a listening ear, or a quiet safe space
mark is super receptive when you need to clarify what you need/want too like he's changing it up right away because he wants to be the best version of himself for you because that's the kind of best friend you deserve <333
when he needs comfort, he isn't always the most vocal, but, because you know him so well, you can also sense when he's feeling down, anxious, etc
and he loves that he can lean on you without having to explain himself. he'll open up to you because he wants to, but he takes his time because he's secure in your support
once he's ready to open up, he's always going to you first. he wants to run his thoughts and worries by you because he knows that you'll Get It and he loves you so much for that
honestly the same goes for good things too he just wants you to know everything right away <3
he's so grateful to you !!!!
the type of best friend to show you off
he's hanging out with other friends ??? he's telling them fun stories about you, showing off amazing pictures he took of you, bragging about your recent accomplishments, and overall gloating about how he has the best bestie in the WORLD
loves telling you stupid jokes too omfg this boy probably hits you with puns or dad jokes and has the biggest, cheesiest grin on his face
cue the cute mark giggles <33333
definitely likes to do ridiculous things with you too
like weird tiktok food trends ??? sorry you are legally obligated to try them all with mark in one afternoon because you are his partner in crime !!!
will play any and all (harmless) pranks on you
he's so comfortable with you that he likes to act like a carefree child because you make him feel as though he has no worries
and he LIVES for your laugh/enjoyment like nothing fills his heart quite like seeing you happy
to him, your friendship is home. he feels so at ease with you and wants to make you as comfortable and secure as he possibly can
mark is the best friend who becomes your safe space. he'll keep you happy and entertained, while also being there whenever things get heavy or serious.
he's there for you through it all because you make him feel so grounded and protected just by existing with him <3
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hwangyeonjun · 2 years
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got7 reaction when you call him daddy in public
warnings: none i guess? daddy kink kinda?
requested? yes.
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MARK TUAN
he’d get sooo embarrassed. would probably try to hide somewhere (or even run away) and would definitely pretend like he doesn’t know you.
LIM JAEBEOM
quite neutral. he would go “oh shit” in smol and eyes widening before laughing it off immediately so you won’t get embarrassed or shy.
JACKSON WANG
this bitch would get so cocky. he would say something like “yeaaah, they call me daddy, what u gon’ do about it?” with the biggest smirk on his face and wouldn’t stop teasing you about it.
PARK JINYOUNG
would get so confused. he’d even probably look around in case your father is somewhere and when it finally downs to him that you’re talking to him, he would give you a “the fuck” look.
CHOI YOUNGJAE
another one who would get embarrassed. maybe more shy than embarrassed. would make sure no one heard, and if someone did hear, he would immediately walk away, avoiding eye-contact. (+ plus his awkward and flustered laugh).
BAMBAM
he would literally burst out in laughter. would probably even crouch down from laughing so hard and after a while he would remember it and start laughing again.
KIM YUGYEOM
sooo shy and flustered. would totally blush and stutter “w-what?”. thinks you’re serious which makes him even panic a little. i wouldn’t be surprised if he would go this far to think that you’re pregnant and this is your way of announcing it.
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spacequokka · 1 year
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MK.one
Prompt: “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”
You were vaguely aware of a door shutting. Bright light flicked on, followed by a gasp. “_____?”
“Ugh?” You responded to the call of your name even though you were half-asleep.
Brief silence, and then, “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?” That voice. Your eyes popped open, and you looked over your bare shoulder at Mark. Phone in one hand, backpack in the other. Eyes as wide as yours.
“Yugyeom said you wouldn’t be home until after lunch and that I could crash here.” A pulse of pain made you drop your head back onto the pillow. “Could you kill the light, please?”
The room went dark again, though sunlight lined the heavy curtain over the window. There was shuffling in the dark as Mark presumably made his way around.
“It is after lunch,” he sighed. “But you can stay as long as you’d like.”
Tension drained from your body as sleep settled over you. “Thank you,” you sighed.
The bed dipped beside you as the pillow next to yours shifted. “No problem. You good with me here? I’ll be good.”
“Of course.”
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sweetestofchaos · 2 years
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FAVORITE TREAT - 1.1K
Parings: Mark Tuan / Black!Reader 
Genre/Trope: Smut - Established Relationship
Rating: 18+ 
Summary: Mark just wants a little taste...
Warnings: Oral (fem receiving), Fingering, Cum Eating, Light Spanking, Cursing, Exhibitionism, Mark is a horn dog!
a/n: if this is ringing any bells for ya, I posted this some time last year and freaking Tumblr ate it. I cannot for the life of me find the original post or the gif that was used. I am heartbroken ‘cause the gif was the whole reason this came about. Also the smut is pretty straight forward, so the story starts under the cut!
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“Or I could taste you right now?” Tilting his head back and to the side, Mark smiles at you and licks his lips. ‘How can he say something so dirty and look so cute?’ You find yourself wondering as you stare at your boyfriend beside you. Got7 is due to go on stage within the next half hour and here Mark is talking about eating you out. As if reading your mind Mark giggles and scoots closer to you, resting his large hand on your bare knee. “I can make it quick baby girl. You just have to sit there and look pretty…” Mark’s hand slowly moves up your thigh, sending shivers down your spin as his fingertips glide across your bare skin. When Mark asked you to wear a dress tonight, you did so without question and now you know why. Pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, Mark smirks and glances down at your thighs.
“Can I have a little taste?” Mark stops his hand just below the hem of your dress making your mind battle between lust and common sense. The guys could walk in at any moment, hell anyone could walk in at any moment. Mark still has to get his makeup done; won’t the makeup artist smell your sex on his breath? Mark will be on stage singing to his fans, giving them all the fan service they want with the taste of you on his tongue. Mark always looks so good between your thighs and his hair is so soft…Mark smirks as he watches you lose the battle in your head. Leaning down, Mark peppers small open-mouthed kisses to your neck and he giggles when a moan slips past your lips.
Pulling away Mark grins, “Face the door and put that ass up baby girl.” Doing as asked, you get on your hands and knees; folding your arms underneath you and resting your head on top making sure to arch your back just enough to give Mark the perfect view of your ass. “You knew this was going to happen, right baby?” Mark places his hands on the back of your thighs and slowly pushes your dress up. “All the dresses you own, and you picked the yellow one? You know how much I like my baby girl in yellow.” The cool air of the room hits your skin, and you shiver. “Such a pretty contrast on your skin tone…” Mark smirks at the pale green lace thong you are wearing, he loves it when you were Earth and Sky tones. “When the sun kissed the Earth, beauty was born.” Pushing your thong down your legs, Mark lowers himself and presses a soft kiss to the small of your back.
“You have always been wonderful,” Mark trails his kisses down the left side of your ass, and you bite your lower lip. Grabbing both cheeks in his hands, Mark wiggles your butt before he spreads it apart. “So wet…I haven’t even touched you yet.” Leaning in Mark licks a solid strip between your folds, and you squirm from the sudden warmth and wetness. Mark rests his forehead on your ass and groans, “Fuck…baby,” Mark sighs in delight and buries his face between your legs. You bite you lip and clamp a hand over your mouth to muffle your moans. Mark’s tongue is wild, the way his suckles at your clit sends your heart into overdrive and when his nose presses against your entrance…you are seeing stars!
“M-Mark!” His name falls from your lips in a needy wine and Mark hums against you, sending the most delicious shock waves of pleasure through your entire body. Your body is on fire, every nerve is alive and waiting for your release. The coil in your lower stomach gets tighter and tighter and you moan when Mark’s tongue thrusts into you.
Smack!
You throw your head back and gasp as Mark brings his hand down on your ass. “Oooohh fuck!” You start to wiggle your hips against Mark’s face, throwing your ass back and Mark can’t help but groan as he watches you fuck his tongue. Your moans are getting louder and Mark smirks to himself; he knows that whoever walks by can probably hear you and he knows that whoever walks in will get smacked in the face by the strong scent of sex in the air. Mark loves it.
“Cum for me baby girl, cum for me ____.” Mark kisses your thighs and groans as you start to beg for more. “More?” Mark easily slides two fingers into your dripping hole. “Anything for you baby girl…” Mark curls his ringer and middle finger, finding that sweet spot without any trouble. You body shutters and you struggle for breath as he finger fucks you into your orgasm.
“Urrggg! Ohhhhh M-Mark!”
“That’s a good girl. Yes, yes, yes…” Mark purrs and quickly attaches his mouth to your weeping pussy. He rides out your release and swallows everything you give to him, only pulling his fingers free from between your legs once you stop clenching around them. Licking his fingers clean, Mark pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and stares down at your pleasured hole. “You really are my favorite treat to eat baby girl. Thank you.” Mark stand from the couch, grabs a towel and bottle of water and comes back to you.
“Let me clean you up ____. I’m sorry if it’s a little cold,” Mark whispers softly as he pours some of the water onto the towel. Slowly and carefully Mark wipes you down and after he helps you get yourself situated before he wipes down the leather couch.
Standing up, you walk over to the mirrors and check to see if you need to touch up your hair and makeup. You definitely need to fix your hair; your edges and some loose strands of hair have started to curl making you frown. Thankfully, you packed your edge control and quickly fix what you see is wrong. You glance at Mark in the mirror and heat attacks your face as you see him watching you. “What?”
Mark shakes his head and walks over to you. He wraps his arms around your waist and presses a kiss to your shoulder. “Do you want some help?”
“Do you want to help?” Mark smiles which makes you laugh. Sitting down in the chair, you hand Mark a brush from your purse, “Don’t go too crazy.” Mark carefully pulls the hair tie from your hair and parts your hair right down the middle. You watch as Mark skillfully brushes and twists your hair into two neat braids on either side of your head. “Hump…” You smile at Mark and place a kiss on his cheek. “Not bad. I give it a solid eight out of ten.”
Mark narrows his eyes at you, “An eight?”
“They are a little uneven babe.”
Mark stares hard at his handy work and frowns. “Damn, you right. Sorry ____.” Mark warps you in his arms and you clasp your hands around the back of Mark’s neck. “Do you still love me?”
“Always.”
Mark grins at your answers and presses his lips to yours. “I love you Y/N.”
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melikeygot7 · 2 years
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DRABBLE FOR LIM JAEBEOM:
(there might be a part two, not quite sure yet)
You’re drunk.
The kind of drunk that has you so self aware you’re embarrassed of every move your body makes. Even the slight rise and fall of your chest with each breath makes you flush red.
You didn’t plan on getting drunk.
It was cocktails with some girlfriends.
A catch up girls night so you could all get re-acquainted and gossip about coworkers and recent hookups. There’s a few questions about him, but you brush them off and wash them down with each mouthful of flavoured vodka.
You don’t want to talk about Jaebeom, not now.
But he invades your mind after the fifth drink.
You can’t stop thinking about the way he smiles. How his eyes slip into crescent moons and his teeth are fully exposed, that little half-chuckle echoing in your memory.
You can’t stop thinking about his hands. How warm and soft they were when wrapped in yours or clasped around the back of your neck, guiding your lips to his or just ushering you under the protective layer of his arm.
You think about how his voice drops into a low, comforting baritone when he croaks out his “good morning baby” or the little niggle to his voice when he talks to his cats like babies.
You can’t stop thinking about how you’re never going to hear, or see, him like that ever again:
You call him after the seventh drink, mumbling into the phone about how much you miss him, about how much you wish he was still here with you. His voicemail is a familiar greeting but it never stops you.
He never picks up your calls anymore.
It makes your heart ache and stomach freeze.
“I miss you Beommie,” you near sob, smearing some snot across your upper lip and cheek as you wipe your face, your knees creaking as you park yourself on the curb outside the cocktail bar, shivering at the wind blowing you frozen, “I don’t know what I did wrong Beom but I want you to come home, I want you to be here.”
You plead the same thing into his message bank once a month and you never hear back and you suppose that’s what he wants, that leaving you was a finality and not a “see you later angel.”
You cry most of the way home.
Stumbling slightly on each shift or crack in the pavement, eyes shuddering under the neon lights of the night life. He always liked walking through the main streets at night, obsessed with trying new foods and taking portraits or landscapes of the people and places around him.
Some of them were of you, illuminated by bright purples and bleeding reds like a techno beauty from the future.
“Blade Runner,” he exclaimed clicking his fingers and curling over you a little more, bare chest pressed to your side and lips brushing your temple, “that’s the name of it!”
You miss him.
You don’t think he misses you.
You’re sliding your key into your front doors lock, forehead balanced on flat wood of your door to push it open, your disoriented limbs your worst enemy.
Your phone buzzes but you don’t check it immediately, too busy toeing off your shoes and trying to will yourself not to cry any more. It’s probably just your friends making sure you get home okay.
You just want to sleep.
You finally make it to bed, makeup and outfit stripped off and one of his old shirts tight over your shoulders and hips. It still smells like him, soap and something musky like cloves, ever the most calming scent you’d ever smelt.
You pick up your phone, ready to take a snap of you blurry eyed and in bed to your girlfriends, but it’s a text message that gains your attention.
“Stop calling,” it reads, your heart sinking and twisting, “you need to leave me alone, okay?
You want to cry, so you do.
You sniffle and shake under your covers and will your mind to just pass out from the vodka instead of thinking of every moment you two shared.
“Okay,” you message back through fogged vision, fingers hesitant with every word spelt, “im still sorry, I love you.”
You don’t get a response.
You don’t get closure.
He’s just gone. Touring the world and singing for thousands and performing and making his dreams come true, excelling and dazzling in every shape of form possible. You watch him through screens and interviews, face pinched and sadness swelling your throat up. He doesn’t want to know you anymore, he’s figured out your flaws, figured them out way to fast and booked it before you brought him down.
You don’t blame him.
You’re fucked up. You know you are.
“I was getting better,” you think quietly to yourself, not lying even in your not sober moments, “what did I do wrong?”
You never find out what “you did wrong”.
His mum still sends you cards and flowers on your birthday, despite knowing he wants nothing to do with you anymore and it makes your throat feel like cement. She still writes a little card, “happy birthday beautiful girl, we love you!”
You don’t know what it means, but you put them in a vase and make them survive as long as you can just so you have something to wake up to and make you smile for a while.
You still don’t know what you did wrong, even when your girlfriends tell you that it wasn’t you, “how could it be you, huh? you’re funny, smart, beautiful, considerate and kind. for whatever reason, it was him babe, it was never you.”
You stop mulling it over everyday and focus on work, on seeing your friends and yourself. You find a happy slice of life for yourself outside the realm of him and slowly, that constant questions about your faults and what he saw that you didn’t slowly dwindle into anger and aggravation.
You never would’ve done this to him. You wouldn’t of up and left with no explanation and hurt him like this. You love him, respect him and cherish your relationships.
This his him, his faults, his stupid, unknown reasoning and not yours.
You find your rhythm after that realisation.
He wants to leave, sacrifice you and your relationship and the future of it?
Fine, you were going to succeed and be happy without him, to spite him.
Fuck Lim Jaebeom.
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istantheml · 2 years
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pairing: mark tuan x reader
wc: 691
genre: enemies to lovers!au
warnings: mentions of abuse, swearing
summary: you thought you'd be safe heading over to your best friend's house, but you just end up running from one danger to another
a/n: i'm back! hopefully lol. please forgive the quality of this as i am rusty. i'm just trying to get back into the swing of things as i work on my own book. let me know what you think! :)
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“Where?” 
The question throws you off guard, more so than the person who asks it. A part of you shouldn’t be shocked that his voice is full of rage and hatred considering he is basically your enemy and yet the slight concern in his tone surprises you. There’s a hundred thoughts going through your mind, so many questions you want to ask him, but your bruised and winded body decides that there are more pressing matters at hand.
“Look, I don’t have time to deal with you,” you sigh and hold your ribs through the pain. “I’m here to see Jaebeom. Where is he?”
“Where?” Mark repeats impatiently, right hand clenched at his side while his left hand is white from his hard grip on the door.
“I don’t know!” you cry at him. “That’s what I’m asking you! Listen, I— something happened and I didn’t know where else to go. Please, I… I need to speak with Jaebeom.”
“Your best friend isn’t here. I’m the only one you’ve got,” he answers in a low voice. With a shake of his head, Mark grabs your arm firmly, yet gently so as to not add any more bruises to your body, and leads you into his home. 
Too tired to argue, you let him sit you down on a stool by the kitchen counter and watch his retreating back head off into the bathroom. A loud sound coming from where he is makes you jump — like someone has just punched a wall — before he comes back holding a first aid kit and sits right next to you.
“Is that for your hand?” you joke after seeing his red knuckles — looks like he did punch a wall — but the pain of holding in your laugh makes you wince.
“This is going to hurt,” Mark warns you, leaving your question unanswered as he pours saline onto a cotton ball.
“I can take it.”
“You shouldn’t have to,” he points out and you somehow feel that he means more than cleaning up your wounds.
“What are you— OW! That hurts!” you glare at him.
“I warned you,” he shoots back but dabs at your wounds much softer.
Sighing, you hold your tongue as Mark cleans you up. Now and then, he’ll dab firmly at a particular area that makes you bite your lip and flinch, but you don’t miss the way he treats you delicately, like you are something — someone — precious to him. Once he places the last bandage on your forehead, he packs away the first aid kit and turns his whole body to face you.
“Where?” Mark asks again with a tone of finality and you know he expects you to answer.
“How did you know?” you ask him a question of your own and you watch as he pulls at his hair, frustrated at your refusal to tell him what he wants to know. It’s not that you don’t want to tell him, but his actions confuse you to no end. As far as you know, Mark hates you and barely acknowledges your existence, so why is today any different?
Mark scoffs, indignant. “I’ve always known,” he emphasises. “Wasn’t I the one that warned you about that asshole? Wasn’t I the one that told Jaebeom about that asshole doing this to you? Neither of you ever listened and look, at where it’s gotten you. Bruised and battered on my doorstep— and I know this isn’t the first time.”
“Why do you care?” you prod even further because you need to know. 
“I’m the one asking questions—”
“Mark, why do you care?!”
“You don’t get to ask me that!” Mark shouts, drowning out your voice. “For fucks sake, I’ve always cared. If you were honest with yourself, you’d know that already. Now, where the fuck is he?”
Realisation sets in and you finally have the answer to the question you wouldn’t dare to ask out loud, at least not now. “He’s at Jackson’s bar,” you reply and can only watch as he grabs his jacket and keys. “Mark, what are you going to do?”
“Something I should have done a long time ago.”
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markie-baby · 6 months
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Teaser | Butt-Naked at the MGM ✨️
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"How am I supposed to tell yah?
I don't wanna see you with anyone but me,
Nobody gets me like you.
How am I supposed to let you go?
Only like myself when I'm with you,
Nobody gets me, you do..."
Nobody Gets Me - SZA
Summary- You were no stranger to surprises when it came to dating Mark Tuan, but nothing could prepare you for what you were to learn on your one year anniversary; that your sweet, shy, and respectable boyfriend was a closeted freak.
Warnings - cursing, explicit sex Genre- Fluff/Smut (18+ MA) Pairing- Female Reader x Mark Tuan Genre- smut, idol! got7, female! reader, black! reader Length- she super long, mama. So get some wine 'cuz it's story time.
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justwritedreams · 2 years
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Risk It All| Mark Tuan
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Mafia!Mark x Reader, parents au! Word count: 5.612 Genre: angst, action. Warning: mention of crimes and violence, language. If you don't feel comfortable DON’T READ IT! Author: Maari Note: It’s been soooo long that I wrote for GOT7 and I’m very proud of this one🥺 i suggest to read while listening to risk it all by the vamps Request: Can i request maybe got7 mark mafia left you and your daughter because he knows they will use his family as a bait. You always go to the headquarter to convince haechan to come back to you daughter and your lives but he pushed you away. Until both of you being kidnapped and happy ending and he said sorry to both of you and hugged you both closely.
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It was a desperate night.
Y/N didn't know why little Gracie didn't sleep well, her 9-month-old daughter was restless that morning and there was no way to deny the reason for that, because she knew.
Gracie was used to sleeping lying on her father's belly, she loved the warmth of his arms and many times she calmed down just like that, not even with her mother. But that night her father wasn’t there.
In fact, he had been gone all day and as much as Y/N was distressed, she didn't have much to do. Mark never carried his phone when had to work, it was too dangerous, he'd always said, and she wouldn't be able to contact whoever was with him.
All she could do was wait and hope that everything was fine, still with a sinking heart.
She rocked her daughter in her arms as sang a song, hoping to make her sleep, she looked at the clock beside her bed and it read 3AM. She was tired, exhausted, not because she took care of her daughter but because she hated it when Mark left.
When Gracie finally fell asleep, completely surrendered to sleep, Y/N heard the house door slam and without a second thought, walked out of the bedroom and down the stairs.
She should have been relieved to see her husband there, but when she saw that he was looking forward to it, she was even more worried.
"Honey." she spoke softly and Mark turned to face her, his eyes red and his face visibly in pain.
He had cried.
Y/N saw Mark swallow hard, run a hand through his dark hair and run down the stairs without answering, she followed of course. She followed him to their room and when she got there, she saw Mark angrily pull the suitcase under the bed.
She was confused by her husband's haste and the sudden need to pack. Would they travel?
"What are you doing? Where we going?" she asked as watched him cry silently, going to the wardrobe and taking out the pieces in a random way to throw them in the suitcase without any care.
"I have to go." he replied quietly, not meeting her eyes.
Y/N kept her eyes on him, waiting for a complete answer, which didn't come.
"What?"
She watched him open the drawer and take out his gun, checked it was loaded, and tucked it into the waistband of his pants under the shirt.
"Leaving. I'm leaving." he spoke louder but his voice was not steady as usual, it was shaky and desperate.
Y/N felt her heart break completely, the cry already stuck in her throat.
It wasn't as if she'd ever thought about that moment, but since the birth of their daughter, he'd promised that things would be different.
"Then that's it? Are you just going to abandon your family with just two sentences?” she asked, hurt and held her daughter even tighter in her arms. "I think I deserve a better explanation than 'I'm leaving' in the middle of the night."
Y/N wanted to scream, shake her husband so he would talk but she knew if she did that it would scare Gracie and she didn't want that, she had taken so long to get her daughter to sleep and she didn't want to wake her up.
Mark stopped with his hands on top of the suitcase and took a deep breath, looked at Y/N and she raised her eyebrow, questioning him once more in silence. She hated being too hard on him, but there were times when she needed to be.
He approached cautiously and placed his hand on her arm, covered by the leather glove he wore, she didn't like it. She wanted to feel the texture of his palm against her arm to make sure everything was okay, that it would be okay.
"I love you both." he spoke, a softer tone and she bit her lip to keep from giving in too soon. “And it's because I love you so much that I need to get out of here as soon as possible to protect you. I already asked BamBam to come pick you up in the morning, he will keep both of you safe until I… sort out some problems.”
Y/N frowned. She'd never demanded any explanation about Mark's business because first, she didn't want to know and second, the less she knew the better. But knowing he was doing what his job demanded didn't make it any better.
In fact, she felt a shiver down her spine and it was from fear. Fear for her daughter, fear for her husband and for her.
If BamBam was involved, it meant Yugyeom and Jungkook were too. The whole group.
"I don’t want you to go." she admitted, feeling her eyes water and Mark looked at her in pain.
"Angel." his hand came up to her face and caressed the skin that was now wet from the tears that insisted on falling. “I would never forgive myself if they used you two to lure me. My family will not be made of bait.”
It was a promise, Y/N could hear the certainty in Mark's voice and she knew she would never be able to convince him otherwise.
“When will this end?” she asked, referring to the whole world he involved them in.
Mark moved closer to kiss her forehead and his lips lingered longer, making her close her eyes with what would probably be their last skin contact yet.
“I will come back to you, I promise."
[...]
Y/N was stubborn.
She had waited a week for Mark to sort out what he had to and she was very grateful to BamBam for the help he was giving but living locked up, or safe as he said, in a fortress with armed security and escape tunnels that were presented to her on the first day wasn’t what she had planned for her life and neither for Gracie's.
So, after 7 days, she decided that she would act. She was tired of seeing her family torn apart. Had she used her influence to force the keep's servants to do what she wanted? Probably, but it was the only weapon she had to find out where her husband was hiding and find a way to go there and convince him to come home, to return to his family.
Maybe she was too naive to think any of them wouldn’t tell BamBam that she'd left the keep without his permission or protection, but she wasn't going to back down now.
"Mark made me promise that I'd keep you two safe, Y/N." BamBam argued and she huffed.
“I'm sorry BamBam, but I didn't leave my house when I was pregnant to live with Mark to see my family separated by business that Gracie and I have absolutely nothing to do with!” she spoke louder, making the tall boy shut up. “Can't you see how Gracie misses her father?” she asked, seeing him falter. “There's nothing you can do to stop me, lock me in a room and I'll get out of there, and I'll go after Mark. Someone needs to convince him to come back, hiding is ridiculous and won't change a thing.”
Well, she'd been trying to find out where her husband was, following BamBam for the past few days in a taxi. She was almost there, she knew it.
BamBam took a deep breath, placing his hands on his hips.
“You will only leave here if you are escorted by Jungkook, he is the best hitman. If you go to Mark, you will need protection.”
Y/N smiled slightly, she could see that BamBam agreed with her.
"Deal." she replied, picking up her bag from the bed and getting ready to leave her room, but he stopped her.
"Where are you going?"
“See my husband.” she spoke in an obvious tone. "You can let Jungkook know that I'll be in the garage waiting."
Y/N left the room without a response from BamBam. She was certain that if there was anyone who could convince Mark to come back, it was her. And she wouldn't give up so easily.
On the way, she stopped in the room where Gracie was with the housekeeper of the fortress, said goodbye to her daughter with a long hug and asked the woman to take care of her daughter until she returned. She wouldn't take Gracie because she knew Mark wouldn't accept it and agreed, putting her daughter in danger was the last thing she wanted.
She waited for Jungkook and saw him smile in amusement as approached her, it was as if he knew she would act like that. 
He directed her to the black 4x4 truck and she got in feeling her hands sweat, was anxious because she would finally see her husband again.
She then remembered the first time this had happened, how she had met him.
One of her friends was going out with Yugyeom and invited her to go to a nightclub, it was Friday and the place was full. It was poorly lit but that didn't stop her from noticing how handsome he was. At the time Mark had blonde hair and didn't even have tattoos, when she thought of that night a silly smile played on her lips every time. He was so young compared to the present day, much quieter, but the serious way he was accompanied by such a delicious laugh captivated her that very night.
Well of course the friend had introduced Y/N because she was single and about to start college, it should have been just one night. A fun night for both of them that didn't end until the morning, but Mark had been so kind and considerate, he'd made sure to save her number and hang out with her more often.
At that time, she didn't know what so much mystery meant but it didn't matter because she fell in love so fast that she ended up sleeping with him every other time they went out. But the intimacy they created went far beyond the nights of pleasure. Mark talked about silly dreams, about how he missed his family in California and how his life would have been different if he hadn't crossed the world.
He shared secrets with her, and she did exactly the same.
That's when she found out she was pregnant, midway through her college semester. All she did was run up to him and tell him, expecting a completely negative reaction from him, it was the exact opposite.
Mark was thrilled, ecstatic, assured that he would give her a home and take care of the baby together. She then moved into his house ready to spend the rest of her life by his side, and with them she ended up discovering what Mark really did.
He'd introduced himself as a businessman, and business involved cars. At first she'd assumed he'd been involved in racing, it was illegal of course but nothing out of the ordinary, nothing no teenager hadn't fantasized about.
However, Mark received large amounts of money in just one night and she started to find it suspicious. It was then that the couple's first fight happened, when Y/N demanded that he tell everything, without hiding anything or else she would leave and he would never know what his daughter would be like.
He gave in and told. Mark also participated in races, but he worked for a powerful man in the city, taking the risk of taking goods across the border with other cities or else sometimes crossing the country. He only had one goal, never to get caught, and he was very good at it. But that also left him at the mercy of his boss.
Yes, Mark was part of a mob.
It came as a shock to her, obviously, but that didn't change things because she loved Mark and had promised to be on his side. She understood that the boy had been alone too long in a foreign country and that had led him to do things that he had no control over later.
When Mark took her to live with him, she made it clear that she too would live in the shadows like him and she accepted, dropped out of college and didn't contact any friends who could find out where she was. Because she was sure she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him and the baby growing in her womb. He never changed who he was with her, he was still the same attentive and kind boy, although over time he got more serious.
He was still the same Mark.
She thought about the day he would get out of this life, even though she knew there was only one way.
"I'll come in with you so he doesn't freak out so much." Jungkook warned before they got out of the car.
Y/N agreed, of course, and looked around. She didn't know if all the mafias had strongholds like that but she imagined that there was the “headquarters”.
A building with a huge garage, from a distance it looked like a factory like all the others in the city.
She squeezed her bag even tighter as they approached the entrance, Jungkook went ahead and greeted everyone who was there, while she watched the parked cars that were supposed to be used for work. They went to the second floor and he knocked three times on the last door in the hallway, hearing a ‘come in' the boy looked at Y/N as if asking if she was okay, who nodded in agreement.
He opened the door and made room for her to go first, cautiously doing so and surveying the room.
A simple room without any decoration, well lit and with a huge window that had an outside staircase, strategic for those who wanted to escape from there faster than going through the garage.
It was a cold environment, it could never be considered a home and she much less would imagine Mark spending time there alone.
"What do you do here?" she looked to the side and saw her husband standing there.
She took a deep breath, she had missed his voice so much and even though it was carrying a serious tone, she smiled at the sound of it.
“I came to see my husband.” she replied firmly.
"Jungkook, I told you-" Mark took a step forward, looking at the boy behind Y/N.
He was angry, of course.
"It wasn't his fault." she interrupted him, causing him to stare at her. "I didn't give anyone a choice, I was determined to come even if it was alone."
"You wouldn't dare." he chuckled humorlessly and she raised an eyebrow, cocking her head as if she questioned him.
Mark didn't say anything, scratching the back of his head and Y/N kept silent.
"I'll stay outside, you must have a lot to talk about." Jungkook warned before leaving, slamming the door shortly after.
And they really did.
"You need to get out of here." Mark went to her and gently took her arm, anticipating what her husband would do, she placed a hand on his chest to make him stop.
"I won't go without you." she spoke decisively, feeling his heart beat too fast against her palm.
He sighed.
"You don’t understand." he shook his head in disbelief.
"Because don't you explain to me!" she spoke louder, showing all her frustration. Mark looked at her guiltily. “It's been almost 3 weeks since you left home. I want my husband back.”
“I can't, Y/N! Please don’t insist." he practically pleaded and she laughed, without humor.
"You want me to live in BamBam's house forever?" she could no longer control the tone of her voice that rose with every word. “Is that your plan? Leave me and Gracie locked up until she turns 40?”
“Damn it, Y/N!” he dropped her, pulled away and ran his hands through his hair, visibly frustrated.
He wasn't the only one in that room feeling that way.
“This here.” He lifted his arm, exposing the tattoo on his biceps. “It's my curse. I will have to carry this with me for the rest of my life, not because it is marked on my skin but in who I am!”
She glared at the word truth with resentment. It was the tattoo Mark had gotten together with Yugyeom, BamBam and Jungkook to symbolize joining the mafia.
And it didn't matter if he covered it up or simply took it off, it would never erase how much his life had changed since then.
She wanted to say that she loved every bit of him, every wrong choice that made him who he was, and Mark knew it. However she was so hurt that she couldn't.
Was it too much to ask to have a normal life with her family?
“Go away, Y/N, please. It's too dangerous for you to stay here, if anyone sees you…” He closed his eyes for a moment and she understood everything.
She bit her lip to hold back the urge to cry and nodded, resting her hand on the doorknob as she took one last look at him.
The exchange of looks between the two meant it all, they didn't need words. She knew he was doing this to protect her and protect Gracie, she could see how hard it was for him to tell her to go.
But it wasn't easy for her either.
Y/N opened the door and in a surge of courage and anger, spoke before slamming the door.
“Oh and if you think I'm going to stop seeing my husband because a bunch of mobsters are pissed off, you’re wrong. I will come every day until you return to your family.”
[...]
Y/N had meant it when she'd told Mark that she would come every day to see him.
She went, with Jungkook escorting her as BamBam had said, but there she was. Every day in the early afternoon, when the Mafia headquarters was practically empty.
For the first few days, Mark locked the bedroom door in a failed attempt to get her to leave. Of course she didn't give up so easily, she sat on the floor in front of the door and started talking about Gracie, after the third attempt, Mark gave up and opened the door for her.
He was about to give in, she could see that, although she didn't stay more than 20 minutes there because she couldn't push her luck and because Jungkook had more to do, she knew her husband like the back of her hand. He was considering going home, he was finally listening to her.
But that day was being unusual.
Jungkook was on a "mission" and hadn't arrived in time to escort her, BamBam's fortress seemed agitated and he himself had left early and hadn't even had time to talk to Y/N.
And Gracie looked as agitated as everyone else, the daughter kept running around the garden and Y/N was starting to get really tired because the housekeeper wasn't free to help look at the girl.
So, seeing that her daughter was probably just as tired of being there as she was, she decided to go with Gracie to the mall downtown. As BamBam's driver wasn’t there, she decided to take a taxi.
Gracie looked happier seeing the scenery outside the taxi window and Y/N was feeling a different kind of butterflies in her stomach, she guessed it was the false sense of freedom and nostalgia hit her.
She would give anything to live this moment with Mark. Just the 3 of them, as it should be.
She took a deep breath as the car pulled up in front of the mall, took the amount and paid the driver, then got out and helped Gracie out of the car.
She held her daughter in her arms, arranging her bags on the shoulder, and took a step into the mall, but didn't quite make it.
“Y/N!” she heard Mark's voice calling to her in the distance and turned around, thinking she was hallucinating.
But seeing the figure of her husband approaching in a hurry, she knew it was real.
"Daddy!" Gracie screamed, fidgeting tirelessly on her mother's lap in a clear sign that she wanted to go to him.
Mark approached and took his daughter from Y/N's lap, the two collided in a strong hug, he closed his eyes and smiled. Y/N didn't want to cry at the scene but she was thrilled, though confused that her husband was there.
“My love, I missed you so much!” Mark spoke to his daughter and gave her a kiss on the cheek afterwards.
When he opened his eyes, Y/N was still staring at him and he adjusted Gracie into his arms.
"What do you do here?" she asked suspiciously.
Mark wasn't going to walk around the mall like she'd intended.
“I saw that you left the fortress so I thought-”
"Wait." Y/N raised a hand to stop him. "How do you know that?"
“How do you think?” he asked, looking at her suggestively. “I have access to the security cameras at BamBam's fortress.
Y/N opened her mouth, surprised and somewhat offended.
“Are you watching us?” she asked in disbelief.
“It was the only way.” he replied, shrugging his shoulders and she laughed bitterly.
Y/N took Gracie from Mark's lap, the daughter left without understanding, and turned her back on her husband and walked back to the mall entrance.
"I can’t believe that!"
“Y/N.” she felt him start to walk behind her.
"No, Mark." she stopped where she was, turning to look at him completely hurt. "Do you have time to watch your family on camera but no time to go home?" she questioned and started to walk again but Mark held her arm, preventing her.
"I needed to see you guys without putting your lives at risk, don't you understand?"
"No!" she spoke louder, feeling like crying. “I don't know why you're doing these things. You don't tell me!”
Mark was one step away from giving it all up, from giving in, Y/N could see it in his eyes and all she wanted was a decent explanation whatever it was, they could handle it together.
They were weaker apart, together they could overcome the world. That's always how it felt.
Mark opened his mouth to reply but a loud screeching of fast tires against the asphalt caught their attention. A black van quickly approached the sidewalk where they were and before it even came to a complete stop, 3 covered men got out of it. And armed.
Mark's first reaction was to put himself in front of the family, protecting them while Y/N got behind him and hugged Gracie even tighter.
“Get in the car, now!” one of them did and Mark put his hand to his waist.
"Don't even think about it, smart-ass." the second spoke and approached Y/N, putting the gun to her head. "Or else it's not in the van you're going to."
Y/N swallowed hard, with teary eyes controlling the urge to cry.
Mark raised his hands up in surrender and one of them dragged him towards the van, another did the same with Y/N ​​who just followed in silence and brought Gracie's head closer in an attempt to make her not see the scene.
But when they got into the van, being dumped there, the three had their heads covered by a black cloth and none of them could see where they were going, they just felt the car start quickly.
Y/N squeezed Gracie more and more against her body in an attempt to calm her down, in vain of course. She didn't know where they were going or how much time had passed, but when the van came to an abrupt stop, she felt strong and not at all careful hands drag her out of the vehicle.
Her rational side overrode whatever fear she was feeling at that moment, all she knew was that she needed to obey and be quiet, any attempt to try to get out of there would be dangerous for everyone, especially Gracie.
She thought of her daughter first, needed to keep her safe.
They walked for a while and suddenly she was thrown to the floor, ended up hitting her left shoulder on the floor and locked her jaw with the impact and pain then she awkwardly arranged herself on the floor with her daughter still on her lap and they took the cloth from her head, she looked at the guy in front of her, he was smiling evilly and she shivered, lowering her head and saw that they had done the same thing to Mark who was lying next to her. The men left the room, closing the door with a thud so loud it startled Gracie, who started crying instantly.
Y/N took the cloth off her head and hugged her daughter tightly, stroking her hair.
“It's okay, baby. Mom is here.” she was trying to be strong enough that her daughter wasn't more afraid than she probably was, but she was just as desperate as Gracie.
Her hands were shaking and she felt her blood run cold. She wasn't enjoying this at all.
Y/N saw Mark approach and looked at him, the exchange of looks was intense and both came to the same conclusion silently. They would protect their daughter, no matter what.
He reached out to hold his daughter and Y/N relented, handing her to him.
Mark hugged her and started talking to her as he got up, Y/N took her hand to her shoulder and felt a twinge, she looked down to face and saw that the bone seemed out of place, that explained the pain she was feeling but it was completely irrelevant at the moment.
She looked at Mark and he was rocking from side to side with his cheek against Gracie's cheek to calm her down. Y/N would have smiled at the scene if circumstances were different.
In a short time, which seemed like an eternity to both of them, Gracie fell asleep in Mark's arms. He sat on the floor next to his wife, careful not to wake his daughter, and looked at Y/N with a guilty eye.
"How are you?" he asked quietly, trying to analyze her up and down and stopped his eyes on her hand that was on her shoulder.
“I think I shifted.” replied, swallowing hard once more.
"Pardon me." he spoke suddenly and she frowned. “I put you at risk. What I feared most happened and it's my fault."
Y/N didn't know what to say, so she turned her body around until she was facing him and placed a hand on his cheek.
“None of that matters now, Mark. We just need to get out of here.”
"I tried to leave." he admitted and she stared at him confused. “I told them I wanted to go out, take care of my family and my future, since Gracie was born I realized that I don't belong in this life anymore.” he smiled sadly. “But more dangerous people ended up finding out and Yugyeom warned me that you two were in danger, he heard that the guys were planning to use my family as bait to get me to start working for rivals, they had already found out where we lived, it was just only a matter of time until…” Mark couldn't finish and Y/N wiped the tears that flowed.
"It's okay, Mark."
“No, Y/N. If I hadn't followed you, they would never have appeared.”
"Hey, look at me." she asked kindly and he did. “It makes no difference whose fault it is, if it's yours, mine. We'll get out of here, the three of us. Together."
Mark smiled and nodded, Y/N came over to touch their foreheads and closed her eyes for a moment.
She didn't know where that lucidity, that strength was coming from, but completely believed what she had said.
And more than ever, she'd been happy to know that Mark was thinking of a different future for the family they'd built, that he no longer wanted to be a part of that dangerous life.
Even though the way he'd done it all had been a little messed up, all he thought about was her and Gracie's safety. He'd sacrificed himself so they were protected and she couldn't see anything but a gesture of love.
When she moved away, laid her head on Mark's shoulder and felt him put an arm around her waist, she took the opportunity to gently hug Gracie without waking her up and they stayed there like that while they both thought of a way out of that situation.
She was sure Mark would do anything to get them out of there safely, even if it meant his own sacrifice and she couldn't think of anything to change that, but the only thing she knew was that she would fight. For him and for Gracie.
Y/N knew that at some point people would miss her and her daughter, someone on the street from the mall must have seen what had happened in broad daylight, that's when she remembered that the bags weren't with her anymore since she walked in in the van.
If they fell on the street, it was their chance that BamBam, Yugyeom or even Jungkook would understand what had happened.
She clung to that sliver of hope, hoping that Mark's friends would get to them in time.
Suddenly, a loud noise echoed outside and Mark stiffened, silently the two looked at the door as if they could see through it what was happening.
When voices were heard, he stood up and Y/N did the same, now facing him as if waiting for an answer. Mark held Gracie up to her and when she held her daughter who was still sound asleep, he faced her.
Has the time come then?
"Stay behind me." he asked very quietly and she agreed, doing as he said. "No matter what happens, don't try to come after me."
Wait, what?
Y/N wanted to ask what he meant by that but a bang against the door made her jump and Gracie started to wake up, she brought her daughter closer as she heard footsteps.
Feeling her heart practically jump out of her mouth, the door was opened and a light got in her way of watching the figure that was standing, all she saw was a gun.
"You two never learn, do you." she knew that voice… Y/N squinted and could see BamBam's thin silhouette.
She sighed at the playful smile and relief washed over her.
"I never thought I'd be so happy to look at that face of yours." Mark spoke and Y/N laughed. She couldn't disagree.
“You can thank me later.” The friend replied and Mark approached to shake his hand, in clear thanks.
“Thank us, right?” Yugyeom's voice came out of nowhere. “Or did you forget that I was the one who took down the guy who was hanging you?”
"He wasn't hanging me." BamBam defended himself.
"No, he was choking you so hard your face was turning as purple as the suit you're wearing." Jungkook appeared, only his head showing between Yugyeom and BamBam's figure.
“Two ingrates.” BamBam complained.
"Can we go out?" Mark questioned and the three looked at each other.
"We just need to… clean up the mess." Yugyeom replied and Y/N felt all eyes on her.
All right, she understood what they meant and stood where she was, waiting.
The 3 left and Mark turned to face his wife.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice softer now.
Y/N smiled weakly and nodded.
“Ready to go home.” she replied and Mark raised his hand to stroke Gracie's sleeping head.
"I meant your shoulder."
She didn't even remember it anymore, maybe the adrenaline of being kidnapped had made her forget about the pain.
"I've been through worse." she shrugged and felt his hand caress her cheek slowly, she had missed the texture of his skin so much. “Being apart from you, for example.”
Mark smiled, showing all his perfect teeth.
"This will not happen again." he assured and she looked at him suspiciously.
"Aren't you going to live in the mafia headquarters?"
"No."
“And not even watching me and Gracie through BamBam’s cameras?”
"No." he answered with certainty and she smiled. “I'm sorry about everything. If I left, it was to protect you two. I would lose everything, I would risk everything for you. You are the most important things in my life and I can't live without you two anymore, I missed every detail.”
"I know, babe."
And she knew, she understood his motives. Because if she were in his shoes, she would do the same thing.
Mark then moved closer, wrapping them both in a hug tight and long-awaited by both. Even if it wasn't enough and in the wrong place, it wasn't where he wanted to be with his wife in his arms, it wasn't where he wanted to see his daughter sleep.
However, everything he needed most was there.
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markliving · 2 months
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Who do you guys want me to write to in the future? My ask are open to suggestions and some request, just check for who do i write <3
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winter-dayz · 7 months
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A Polite Haunting
Pairing: Mark Tuan x Reader Ghost AU Genre: Horror Words: 1435 Warnings: major character death; murder
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You’d moved to the new town several weeks ago but had only been able to officially move into your new house a few days ago. When you’d arrived, you’d realized that your stuff had not yet arrived. Luckily, the town had a small inn that rarely saw patrons, let alone was booked to the brim. The lady that ran it was quite kind, constantly offering to lend a hand or telling you about the interesting history of the town. She’d also told you which places were worth a try and which to stay as far away from as possible.
When you’d thanked her for the hospitality and told her where you’d be living from now on, her eyes had widened slightly before she only offered a timid smile and nodded before wishing you well. You had hoped to ask about her reaction, but she’d rushed back inside and ushered you to get going.
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You could not, for the life of you, find the box containing your photo albums and wall pictures. You’d checked every room—the movers had left boxes in literally every room but not necessarily the ones that made sense. The only place you hadn’t checked was the attic, but realistically, you could not imagine why they’d put anything up there. In order to get to the attic, you’d have to pull down the ceiling trap door in the back hallway and then extend the ladder.
You hadn’t even explored it during your tour of the place before buying it, insisting that the description of it from the realtor would suffice since you had no desire to climb up and down it more than necessary.
But, alas, you had important pictures to find. Darkness enveloped you, the air stale, and you fumbled around for the light switch. Light flooded both the room and your eyes. In the middle of the attic sat a lone box. Upon closer inspection, it had been opened, and when you cautiously rifled through it, the light bulb suddenly blew.
You flinched, sighed, and then grabbed the box, deciding it’d be better to sort through downstairs.
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The box went untouched for several more days. By the time you’d made it back downstairs, dinner became a higher priority than your album shelf and wall decor. Slowly, you organized the books, reminiscing as you did. Eventually, the box’s content dwindled to nothing.
Or, almost nothing. As you went to break down the box, having hoped to clear up some clutter one evening, a single picture fluttered to the ground. A young man, likely around your age when taken, posed happily in the living room you currently occupied. No information scribbled on the back—no name, nor date that gave the picture any context.
Perplexed, you picked up the picture, holding it up to mimic the location it was captured. And when your hand dropped, you swore you saw a translucent outline of the same man standing where he was in the picture. But you blinked, and he was gone.
Assuming that you had imagined it, you chose to ignore the fact he did not have the same sunny disposition he did in the photo. Instead, you set the picture down on the coffee table and returned to your task of cleaning.
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Your house was finally coming along nicely. All your little trinkets and treasures were in their proper places. Earlier in the morning, you’d finally gotten around to changing the attic lightbulb. An unsettling sensation of eyes following your every move settled into your bones and raised goosebumps along the skin of your arms.
Then, as you nestled the trap door into place after climbing down, your eyes settled on the picture taped to the center.
The young man smiled down at you from his place in his your living room. The longer you stared at it, the more it appeared as though his smile dropped and his eyes narrowed. But, again, in a blink it was just as before. You began questioning the sanctity of your own mind.
Taking the picture down, you placed it upon your coffee table once again, this time with a small frown on your lips.
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Two weeks later, you were still no less disturbed. The picture had moved locations a couple more times, and the light bulbs in your bathroom, bedroom, and living room had all blown out. You contemplated calling an electrician, but the actual lights still worked once the bulbs were replaced.
At your wits end, you resolved to speak with the woman at the inn again to see if she knew anything about what had been going on. She was reluctant at first, but apparently, she took pity on the distress in your eyes.
The residence was once inhabited by the young man in the photo. He was very shy but friendly with a warmth and dependability that drew people in. He often hung around six other young men, and they were a very lively bunch when together.
Unfortunately, on September 4th, 1993, his home was ransacked. When he returned home in the late hours of night, a harsh reality greeted him in the form of splintered wood. His door had been obviously kicked in, and he immediately went to ask a neighbor to accompany him while he inspected the damage.
When they entered the home, there was not an item that hadn’t been untouched, broken, or stolen. He bravely pressed further into the wreckage—his neighbor elected to wait by the front door.
The neighbor heard pounds and bangs, followed by a gut-wrenching sob, that ushered them to rush inside. When they did, they stumbled upon a crumpled body. He was riddled with cuts, as if he’d been trying to dodge and fight back, but the slash and deep gutting in his stomach left him coughing and gurgling on the hallway floor.
The neighbor backed away, hurrying to call emergency services, but the police were unable to catch the criminal and the young man was pronounced dead upon arrival to the hospital.
The innkeep revealed more information beyond the man’s story. Supposedly, the house was haunted. Families that attempted to move in would endure a few weeks of basic haunting—items moved, lights broken, ominous sounds, occasional ghost sightings. If they lasted longer than that, then more physical manifestations arose. Some reported waking up to a shadow looming above them at night. Others claimed feeling sharp stabbing pains in their stomachs while walking through the home.
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When you returned home, several of your things had been strewn about, particularly in the living room, kitchen, and hallway. It looked as if your stuff had been rifled through and thrown around, but as you cleaned up, you noticed that nothing appeared broken.
You looked more closely, and it became obvious that some items had been very noticeably placed. Plates were sitting on the ground to have the appearance of being thrown but had no chips. Photos were spilled from their albums and scattered across the floor but none were bent or scratched—and all were face up to not damage the print. Even art had been knocked to the ground or tilted in the hallway wall but no tears were in the canvas or shatters in the frames.
The mess had been created with care, by someone clearly trying not to actually destroy anything, but perhaps trying to scare you off.
Instead, you sat in the middle of your couch and crossed your legs with an exasperated huff.
“Mark? Did you make this mess?” You called out to the silence. A burning sensation greeted the back of your head. Slowly you turned your head to face the feeling. But your eyes met only with the closed door of your kitchen.
Feeling stupid, you turned back around and came face to face with the figure from the picture.
His eyes were hollow of emotion, though, and his smile was unnaturally wide. A cheshire grin to match the broken tilt of his head.
Frozen in your seat, you slowly released a breath, and the air disrupted the figure before you as he dissipated in front of your eyes.
The reality of your situation settled in. You had no money or means to leave, and Mark was obviously bound to the house. He was clearly hoping to scare you from his home, but at least he was sort of polite about it. Unfortunately, for both of you, you would not be run off so easily.
“We’re going to have to get to know each other, Mark.” You huffed again, resolutely, “I’m here for the long haul.”
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bambikisss · 2 years
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SUPRISE : MARK TUAN
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Chloe : Surprise
-> Anniversaries can get boring after a while so to spice things up, you decide to surprise your fiancé.
WARNING: Smut (heh...choking, degradation, unprotected sex (wrap it people, especially in this economy), one or two butt smacks) other than that, full fluff
Surprise. Tonight you get my freaky side
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dannywriting · 2 years
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Hey!
Call me Danny, writing is my biggest passion, and I decided to try it with BTS and GOT7 now, it's a pleasure to meet you, I know we're going to get along great.
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