can we have some nct mark smut in school 😅
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can we have some nct mark smut in school 😅
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𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐒 - 𝐥.𝐦𝐤
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: mark lee x reader (gender-neutral)
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: non-idol!au, shyboy!mark
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: request about mark being shy about pda (handholding)!
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, toothrottening floof
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): none! makes u feel single, this was so cute, bye
𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨: nervous - the neighbourhood, watermelon sugar - harry styles, lowkey - niki, nervous - shawn mendes
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 558
𝐚/𝐧: this was supposed to be short...ANYWAYS THANK U IE @nakamotocore FOR REQUESTING AND BEING MY FIRST REQUEST AND POST!! I HOPE U LIKE IT (how tf do people find header pictures that aren’t blurry @_@) - this looks ugly on my desktop theme please refrain from reading on it :’) forgot to add but feedback is really appreciated!!
mark felt his cheeks rapidly go hot when he felt your hand grasping onto his, running as fast as possible with his hand in yours.
Sexual Mark
Okay, this one really killed me.
Mark is a soft dom. Mark isn’t wholly a dom, but he has strong tendencies to lean that way. He will let you top him every once in a while, but you really have to beg for it. He still maintains that power knowing how desperate you are for control, and he relishes that subtle ego-boost.
Mark likes to experiment with kinks. Mark’s imaginative mind will be the bane of your existence. He will envision you in so many different outfits, positions, and even roleplay scenarios that your head will spin. Every time with him will be different and spontaneous, usually full of experimentation.
Mark is into sensory deprivation. He loves to take away your ability to see or touch him. He understands the idea that deprivation heightens all your other senses and makes everything a surprise. He is partial to blindfolds and making you guess where he is going to mark you next.
Mark will accumulate a collection. This boy is a hoarder of sexual instruments. He will have different types of blindfolds, restraints, condoms, lubes, you name it. There is always a reason to try new things with him and he will have a toy for the occasion.
Mark will love to see you natural. Like Drake said: sweatpants, hair-tied, chilling with no make-up on. Mark loves you the most when you are comfortable, and there is something sexy about you when you are relaxed and bare. He still loves you when you’re done up, but au-naturale is his favorite.
Mark will torture you. Mark is a tease to the max. His satirical and sarcastic nature will come out when you are in the throws of passion, bringing you close to the edge and then ripping it away from you. Foreplay is a mix of beautiful pain and destroyingly beautiful pleasure. Expect lots of bites and hickeys.
Mark is simple when it comes to aftercare. Rather than act extravagantly about aftercare, he will take care of basic needs and then switch back into his normal attitude. He is like a light, he can switch his wild side off and on. However, when it gets too rough he makes sure to take extra care.
Rough Day - Mark
Request: reader taking care of Mark after a fight? or maybe a rough day
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The rain is pouring outside and you watch the droplets hit the panes of glass separating your cozy apartment from the raging storm outside. You pad around in Mark’s oversized shirt and a thick pair of socks, turning off the lights in preparation for bed. You check your phone, one last time. Nothing from Mark.
You sigh. I’m worried, you think. This isn’t like him. Mark has been off all week, angry about something that a group of his ‘friends’ said about his relationship with you, a non-idol. You could easily shrug off the insults: even though you weren’t public with your relationship, you had already been berated by people within the industry. Mark, however, was much more protective about you. I hope he didn’t do anything…
A knock sounds on your door. Two taps, softly. Your heart lurches. It’s him. You rush to the door and throw it open, then gasp.
There he is, the boy you love, standing at your doorstep looking like he’s about to collapse. His hair and shirt are plastered to his body due to the rain, and his skin is pale. And the cuts- you gasp again as Mark slumps forward slightly.
“y/n…” he murmurs, and your heart shatters as he slumps forward, resting his head on your shoulder. “I’m sorry,” he says hoarsely, and you pull him tight towards you.
“It’s okay baby,” you murmur back, and squeeze him tighter. He groans in pain and clutches his side.
“Oh my god, Mark, I’m so sorry,” you step back, and Mark staggers into your apartment.
In the dim light from inside, you can see how bad everything really is. Mark’s cheek has one large cut, and his bottom lip is split. Through his white shirt, you can make out some purplish bruises blooming around his ribcage, and another small cut near his hips. But you can tell the damage isn’t all one sided: his knuckles are red from a fight.
“I’ll take care of it myself.” Mark staggers towards the kitchen but you gently grab his hand, pulling him around to face you.
Carefully, you place your free hand on his uninjured cheek and wait for his chocolate eyes to meet yours.
“Mark,” you say. “Let me help you.”
His eyes search your face, looking for any trace of anger that might be there. But there isn’t any for him to find. You see the pain etched into his beautiful features, the sadness and anger still in his eyes, the taut lines of his neck, his jaw clenched in agony.
Wordlessly, you lead him towards your bathroom, and Mark perches himself gingerly on the edge of your bathtub. You rummage around in the cabinets, pulling out medical supplies and washcloths. When you turn back around, Mark has pulled off his shirt, and you gasped audibly, partly because of his injuries, but also because of how good he looked shirtless. Even in his injured state, Mark had the audacity to smirk at you. His smirk quickly turned to a flicker of pain and he softly touched his split lip.
You sigh and move over to him, knelling down by the side of the tub. As gently as possible, you begin working on the cut near his hips. He hisses in pain as you sterilize the wound. Mark’s already bruised and scraped knuckles are white as he grips the side of the tub, and veins bulge out from his forearms as he squeezes harder.
“I’m so sorry,” you murmur over and over as you clean and bandage the cut.
“It’s ok,” he breathes out through clenched teeth as you move on to the cut on his cheek. He squeezes his eyes closed as you finish that cut, and you gently place a small kiss on his forehead. Mark’s eyes flutter open and he stares up at you.
“Thank you,” he mouthes with his split lip and bruised jaw, and you smile sadly down at him.
This boy is my everything, you think as you dab anti-scarring cream on his lip. The thought startles you and you flinch a little, poking Mark’s lip a little harder than intended.
“All done,” you say abruptly, and Mark stands up slowly, grabbing his bruised side. You turn away and quickly put away all of your supplies. I can’t stand to see him hurt, because it hurts me.
You walk quickly towards your bedroom, trying to hide the emotions flitting across your face, but you pull up short in the doorway. Mark is already there, stretched out on the bed, looking at you. His eyes flash in recognition at the anguish on your face, and you burst into tears, running over to the bed and collapsing next to him.
“Shhh, shhh. I’m okay y/n,” Mark croons into your hair. He hugs you close to his warm body, and you throw your arms around his neck.
“I don’t want you to be hurt,” you blurt out. “You’re too important to me, I don’t want anything to take you away from me.”
Mark stills and you pull away from him, looking at his face. You cant read his expression.
“What?” You ask, wiping tears from your cheeks.
Mark moves quickly, surprising you. He kisses your lips, hard and needy, like you’re the only thing that can take his pain away. You melt.
He breaks away, pressing his forehead to yours.
“I love you, y/n,” he says, his voice hoarse. “I’m never going to leave. It’s just been one rough day, and I promise things will get better.” He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you towards him. “I promise,” he repeats sleepily, and rests his head on your chest.
As Mark drifts to sleep, you stroke his hair and look down at the boy you love. He’s my everything, you think again, happily. And I’m his.
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hey there! can i request a prompt for any of the youtubers you write for with the prompts "That's terrible idea!" "I know, I know." "Hold on, I'll get the camera!" thanks! love your blog btw! 💙
This is such a Markiplier prompt, though! I immediately thought of him upon reading it :P So I’ll do it with Mark, hope you enjoy :D
“Boom, I’ll be jumping into the swimming pool! I’ll do it!” I had that idea and it would surelly complete the video and make it hilarious for sure, but…
“Jumping into the swimming pool?” Mark repeated emotionlessly.
“So what do you think?” I stared at him excitedly, forcing him to tell me his opinion about it since he didn’t seem too keen of doing it himself.
For a moment, he just stared at me. He made a face, as though he was disgusted or outraged by what I had just said.
“That’s a terrible idea!” Mark told me in that deep voice of his.
“I know, I know” I averted his gaze, feeling stupid and embarrassed.
“Hold on, I’ll get the camera!” Before I could look at him again, he had stood up and ran to get it at superspeed.
So meanwhile I went outside and walked over to the swimming pool while Mark came back with his camera. As soon as he did and he gave me a thumbs up, I grinned mischievously.
Judging by the smirk on his face, a very smug one, he did not think I was going to jump. But I smirked even wider than him when I prepared to do so.
It was our thing, challenging the other and being all playful like. Even though we never ended up doing any of the things we said or that we dared the other to do. I just thought it would be hilarious to do it this time.
“Yolo!” I screamed to the camera as I jumped into the water.
Before I dove in, I could see the look of utter shock and disbelief in Mark’s face. Speechless, his jaw dropped and his eyes grew bigger.
When I swom to the surface, Mark had put the camera on the floor and was staring at me.
“Oh my God, you actually did it!” He freaked out a little as he ran to the edge of the swimming pool and offered me a hand.
“I told you I would do it!” I exclaimed back as I took it and he effortlessly pulled me out of the water.
“I’m supposed to be the stupid one, Y/N!”
“Calm down, silly”
“Calm down?!” Hurriedly, he took his jacket off and put it over me. “Are you crazy? It’s winter, that must be fucking freezing!”
“Didn’t think I was gonna do it, huh?” Even if I was starting to shiver and it was definitely very stupid, I couldn’t help but to smirk again. “You must have seen your face!”
“Oh, shut up!” Still apprehensive and nervous, he urgently pulled me into a hug and wrapped his arms around me as he tried to warm me up.
But as I cuddled him for warmth I thought that it was definitely hilarious.
Request from Anon: “ Can you do something about mark bestfriend”
Genre: Fluff Member: Mark Lee (Lee Minhyung) from NCT
“Mark, where the hell is my pencil?” You stormed into the classroom, with a furrowed eyebrow and one thought on your mind: Mission get the pencil back. You had given a pencil to Mark about a week ago for him to borrow, since he didn’t have one in English, and he hadn’t returned it yet. Good thing you were his best friend and always had ties to find him.
He nervously looked at you, giving a sheepish smile as he held up the new mechanical pencil in his hand.
“I may have thrown it away and bought a new one...?” He said, scratching the back of his neck as his face distorted into that of guilt. Your eyes were lit aflame with anger as you sighed, rubbing your temples.
You now didn’t have a pencil and your best friend had thrown it away. The only thing you had left in your binder was a few pens, colored pencils, and sharpies. No pencils. However, knowing Mark didn’t mean it and probably forgot that it was your pencil, you let it go.
“Fine, I’ll ask the teacher if she has another pencil.” You exhaled, frustrated as you turned to go walk to the teacher. Well, before you felt a hand pulling at your baggy sleeve and an urgent voice.
“Wait, wait, Y/N, I bought extra. Just have one of mine,” He offered, as a peace offering of some sort (which it worked), brushing a piece of hair out of his face as his hand dropped from your arm.
You glanced at the extra pencil he had in his hand and then your binder. You were still a tiny bit mad at him, but who could say no to him? He was just too sweet for his own good.
Taking the pencil, you flopped back down into your seat again, pulling out a sheet of paper from your binder and beginning to sketch quietly.
“Thank you.”
-admin L