heaven-with-mark

[heaven-with-mark]

how would y’all feel about me making some game AU’s for Mark? like… a C!Mark type thing? already wanting to get a Minecraft AU started.

my initial idea was when Mark played that one Rake game and was chasing Bob and Wade saying, “Hello hello hello?” all low and scary. and the idea that blossomed from that was Rake!Hybrid!Mark. anyways let me know.

i ask that it’s suggestions from games he’s already played so i can review the video for gameplay info.

#markiplier x reader #mark fischbach x reader

[heaven-with-mark]

hey, i was just seeing if your requests were open? and if they are, i have a request. i’ll tell you now tho so it’s not a huge long thing- pretty much just a fluffy moment with mark where he’s laying his body between his s/o’s thighs with his head pressed to their chest. maybe sweet talk happens, i’m not sure. i just want more mark worship of thighs 😭 thanks lovely!!

"𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨"

Unwinding from a long day, dinner ate and leftovers stored in the fridge. Tired, minds slowing, limbs aching. TV humming, lights soft, house warm. 

Beyond thankful you urged Mark to buy a couch with larger cushions, because it allowed for moments like this. Thighs spread, knees hiked up, Mark on his own between them. Your ankles locked behind his legs, keeping him from leaving; as if he even dared to move. While your lovely boyfriend was focused on some bogus TV show thrown on, his hands roamed your bare thighs, slow and idle on their own accord. There was high chance he didn't even notice the movement his own body was doing, just for the fact alone it was a normal occurrence.

More often than not, your evenings were spent downstairs, on the couch finding shows or movies of interest for the night. Mark liked to swap off dinner duty every other night, though in the end the other always butts in to help just minutes in. Cleaning was also done as a duo because it was easily over within maybe twenty minutes. 

Entranced by the show yourself, you barely register the movement of Mark's hands until they both stop mid-thigh to squeeze, gentle but reminding of his touch. That makes you turn, eyes flit from hands to face as you notice how alike he was to a child zoned into an iPad; you mocked him as a child for being on his every time without fail. His hands don't relent, his attention doesn't waver, not until you twitch a leg and he looks down to where his palms sit. "Why are you so warm?" Mark huffs, not at all upset but feigning jealousy. Your body tended to run hot, leaving you to deal with a very clingy boyfriend under the blankets, leeching your body heat and stealing kisses.

"What if I'm not warm and you're just cold?" You purr, quiet, almost drowned out by the TV. Mark squints at you as his hands continue their path, dragging softly up and around your thighs in random tracks. The moment he trails across inner upper thighs, he hesitates before squeezing. He's no longer watching your face, instead staring down at the way his fingers sink into the doughiness, the way it looks squished under his broad palms. The moment you turn to look away, face flushed a little warm, Mark is nudging your thighs apart a little further to make space as he ungracefully drops his body between them. Head to your chest, turning the same way your attention is, one hand making its way behind your back just in case you think of getting up. After a moment of contemplation, His other hand reaches to hook under your thigh and grasp at your calf. Thumb strokes soft skin, not a word spoken. "I love you," Mark croons, drawing little hearts into your back. "I love you more!" You laugh, turning to press a quick kiss to his hairline.

#mark fischbach x reader #mark fischbach fluff #markiplier x reader #markiplier fluff #IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT

[heaven-with-mark]

Are you okay? It's been about 4 months, but take all the time you need

hey! im okay! just been on a sudden hiatus— but for a good reason! i actually landed a boyfriend not too long ago and motivation to write tanked because nothing i write compares to what i experience with him. i'm still here though!

[heaven-with-mark]

"𝙙𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙠 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣."

The now empty Truly can slams against the counter, tinny and empty. "Better get drinkin, Eef!" You yell, triumphant and two seltzers ahead of your opponent. Mark looks a tad disappointed, back against the counter and arms crossed. You and Ethan sat at the island on barstools, having a competition to see who could drink more before getting shitfaced.

Ethan was lagging behind. You were feeling tipsy yourself but he was getting a little woozy. The way his body would tip to one side until he noticed and righted himself told you a lot. Mark cleared his throat, and both you and Ethan turned to look at him. Your smile dropped the moment the empty Truly box left the olders' hand and tumbled to the floor. "Automatic win." He says, nodding towards you.

The smile returns as you slide from your seat, a little stumble to your step as you saunter up to the fridge. Out comes an unopened twelve pack of Coors, your least favorite alcohol. "You hate beer." Mark comments, pushing himself off the counter to stand at the island. You slide it to Ethan and stand next to Mark as the drinks are opened. Ethan passes you a Coors and next thing you know, you've had five.

"Uh. Fuck." You giggle, swaying in the middle of the kitchen. Ethan was... laying on the floor next to you. Hands over his eyes, face flushed, stupid drunk smile. Mark now sat at the island, chin in the palm of his hand. He found you and Ethan amusing to watch.

Until now. Your stomach churned, your heart sinking. You were absolutely terrified to puke. It was a childhood fear for no real reason. "Mark," you whispered, hands out to steady your rocking, "Mark I think I'm gonna throw up."

He'd known you long enough to understand why it was a problem. He sighs, "alright. Fun over. You're both cut off." Ethan cries, but you don't catch whatever he said. You're no longer a happy drunk, you're scared to move in fear of emptying your stomach. Mark is gentle in the way he presses a hand to your back, slowly guiding you over to the couch. Some animated movie plays and you're barely aware of it as you're helped into laying down.

"Mark, I need water. I'm gonna go get water." You slur, and immediately sit up. Your head hits the couch pillow a second later, feeling like you'll upchuck if you try to do a single thing. "I'll get you water, just chill for a second." Mark murmurs, smoothing the hair stuck to your forehead. Your heavy eyes shut, and you buzz in and out of consciousness as you vaguely hear Ethan get ushered down the hall to his room.

When Mark returns, it's with water and blankets. He hands you the drink first, keeping a hand on the cup as yours cradles it just to make sure it doesn't spill all over. "Are you okay now?" He asks softly, setting your beverage down on the coffee table. You're only now aware of being in tears, very disorientated and drunk. He's leaning over you, using the back of the couch to brace himself. Unable to think right, your hands come up and do the grabby hand motion.

After some very slurred convincing, the footrest of all three couch cushions are kicked out so Mark can squeeze onto the couch behind you. You're warm, content, and very tired now watching whatever movie played on TV, Mark pressed to your back and holding you close. Still both in jeans and not in comfortable clothes, you're comfy how you are. And scared if you move, it'll break the peaceful atmosphere.

"I hope you know I'm not dealing with your hangover." Mark whispers, patting your hip. You giggle and turn in his arms, face shoved to his chest. Unashamed you take in the scent of his cologne, listening to the rumble of his chuckle. "Alright Tipsy, go to sleep." He says, and your mind shuts off almost immediately. Tomorrow was gonna be one hell of a day full of headache and nausea but Mark was gonna help you, even though he said he wouldn't. He's got a little bit of a soft spot for you.

"At least I beat Ethan. Momma ain't raise no quitter." You slur, having to have the last word.

#markiplier x reader #mark fischbach x reader #mark fischbach fluff #markiplier fluff #this is really bad but im in the mood to write and i don't wanna sit here trying to make it good #this happened except for me getting to cuddle a hot buff youtuber. i went to my sisters and i got wasted and then had to lay down #i really thought i was gonna throw up so i went from chugging beer to laying on the couch crying

[heaven-with-mark]

will u come back soon? u r literally my fav markiplier writer, i miss u🥺

listen i actually have something in my drafts rn and it may be a little self inserty because it happened last night (i got drunk as fuck and had a panic attack lmao) but it's coming out soon i hope. maybe tomorrow, maybe tonight

#anon

[heaven-with-mark]

hello, happy spooky season, i miss u, hopefully u r coming back soon

hello hello i return, happy late spooky season!! what did you do for Halloween? :)

my grown ass dressed up as a sexy mysterious enchantress and took my little sister to a halloween event

#anon

[heaven-with-mark]

sending u bunch of love, hope stuff is okay💜

anons my beloved. i am alive, things are okay, i had a busy couple months <3

#anon

[heaven-with-mark]

is everything okay? hope everything is okay, we missed u🥺💛

i'm not doing the best but i'm okay! hoping to make a return this week, i've been spending a lot of time on my main blog and not here

#anon

[heaven-with-mark]

Your work is absolutely so amazing like- I don’t understand 🥺 These past 2 weeks have been confusing and stressful to say the least and your writing is a very comforting outlet and I thank you for that <3

I'm glad my work can be an outlet for you! I'm glad I centralize on fluff, because I've gotten quite a few people saying its really been helping them. I actually have some more extra fluffy stuff planned for this week so look out for that!

#anon

[heaven-with-mark]

i’m rlly craving some fluff w mark. like literally anything will suffice. you’re one of the only people who write mark in a way i can actually see him as irl, your acct is very precious to me <33 take your time in this cause i saw it’s finals week! good luck!

"editing."

Mark often got lonely while editing. it was such an extensive process because he truly wanted the best for his viewers, so it tended to take longer than most would would do. you joined him on some occasions, often sitting at the couch in the back of the room and offering simple conversation; even just your presence was enough for him, knowing he could turn and see you there with him.

those times had began to dwindle lately, to the point you joining him was a rare occasion. today, he was editing late into the night. you had retired to be not long ago, leaving the house eerily silent and almost empty feeling. he tak-ed away at his keyboard, trying to line a frame up to merge with another clip. his door, cracked open to cycle cool air, creaks open. assuming it's just one of the animals, he pays no mind. "Mark?" you yawn, rubbing the sleep from your eyes unsuccessfully. your partner turns to you, surprised at your sudden visit. you were bundled in the soft blanket you loved so much, looking like the hunchback with the way you wore it. "yes, my love?" Mark rasped, extending a hand in invitation as he swiveled his chair towards you. you pad towards him, taking his hand with two of your own and holding it tight, rubbing quarter circles into his palm. you yawn again, "when will you be done?" Mark turned to look at the time on his dashboard, eyes blowing wide once he truly sees how late it is. he turns back to you and immediately apologizes, "I think it'll still take an hour more. do you want to sit with me?"

with a nod, he pulls you into his lap, back to his chest. you sit and watch him work, his arms caging you between him and his desk. small talk comes easy, offering a comfortable silence in between random blips of vocalized thoughts. talk about recent news, politics, what you two should do next week. his heart thrums at your sleepy voice, light and airy but still so cheery. quieter than usual, tone high; a large contrast against Mark's bass-y speech. your head tips back to rest against his shoulder, tilting to press a soft, appreciative kiss to his jaw. he hums, turning to press a kiss to your forehead in return. he was absolutely smitten with you, head over heels. his little hunchback in her soft blanket two times bigger than what she really needed. when you yawned for the nth time, Mark pressed a kiss to your temple, "get up real quick?" he swivels his chair so you can stand per his request, and your blanket-hood drops as he spins you to straddle his lap. your arms drop to wrap around him, stealing his warmth right of his body. he rests his head on your shoulder, tired mind trying to focus back on his work. he should be done soon, maybe in the next twenty minutes. you nuzzle into his neck, enjoying the leftover scent of his cologne mixed with his shampoo. just as quick as Mark's hand had returned to his mouse, he pulled it to your back, stroking down in comforting touches. your body relaxed, and rather quickly he could hear your soft snores in his ear, simply puffs against his skin. he returns to his work, knowing you were soundly content and asleep. with him, in his arms, motivating him to wrap up this stubborn editing process. when he was finally finished and the video was queued for the next day, he slowly rose. as he stood, his hands found support under your upper thighs to carry you to bed. you hold on tighter, mumbling something he couldn't catch. Mark bumped the lightswitch with his elbow, leaning back as he continued down the hall with you. blearily, you pressed your forehead to his shoulder, vaguely aware you were in motion.

Mark nudged the bedroom door open, gently settling you into your side of the bed. he took the blanket you clutched on to, flaring it over you to tuck you back in. when he retired to his side, you subconsciously reached a hand out in search. he met you in the middle, pulling you flush against him. you mumbled something along the lines of, 'g'night, i love you' into his chest. "I love you too," he held you tight, "goodnight honey."

#mark fischbach x reader #markiplier x reader #i'm on a soft roll tonight omg

[heaven-with-mark]

I really like this blog so can i get a alpha!MarkxOmega!Reader senario where the reader was supposed to go to work but didn't and hadn't gotten out of bed that day at all because her mental health had a decline and Mark cheers up his omega?

You dont have to, up to you 🥰✨

"mental health matters."

Mark returned home from all-day errands, knowing you should be home from work by now. when he opened the door, he was eagerly awaiting hearing his happy little Omega pitter around the house. but instead it was silent and dim, all lights shut down just as they had been when Mark left. the door shuts softly behind him, and he realizes he can't even catch any fresh scent from you; everything he could notice was old and stale from the day before.

he knew you were home, your shoes by the door and car in the driveway. Chica nearly pranced down the stairs, skittering across the tile to greet him. her coming from upstairs meant you were up there, because Chica was constantly loyal at your side. Henry, however, was nowhere to be seen. odd. Mark toed his shoes off by yours, shrugging his jacket off and hanging it on the rack behind the door. the fresh scent he did catch from you wasn't clear until the top of the stairs, and it reeked of discomfort and sad. the little feral part of Mark's mind recoiled, not very thrilled at the smell of a distressed Omega— his Omega. the bedroom he shared with you was shut, soft noise of the TV muffled from beyond it. "Baby?" Mark asked softly as he opened the door, peeking around it to see if you were even awake. there you were, sat against the headboard on his side of the bed. you looked tired, dead-looking eyes glancing over to him. you tried to offer a reassuring smile, but it was obviously fake. your Alpha's heart broke at the sight of you, clearly not okay and nestled up in his scent for comfort. he pad over to you, sitting on the bed next to you. he reached to cup your face, frowning softly at the way you immediately nuzzled into it, only offering him a feeble purr. you lean forward, pulling your legs up to cross them. Mark turns towards you, pulling you into his comforting embrace. "do you wanna talk about it?" he asks softly, smoothing a hand up and down your back. at that moment you noticed the hoodie— his hoodie, that seemed to swallow you up. "not doin' good. up here." you whisper, poking at your temple with a meek chuckle. your partner hums quietly, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. you tilt your chin up, pressing a loving peck to his lips. he grabs your face again, pressing smooches everywhere he could. you offer a slight lively giggle, but a genuine smile. "i even called out of work today, had to use one of my sick leaves though." you confess, joy plastered on your face fading too soon. Mark presses a kiss to your lips this time, muttering 'that's perfectly okay' against them. gently, he loops his arms around your waist and pulls you onto his lap. he continues to hold you tight, beginning a slow side to side rocking. you nose into his jaw, letting him move you without complaint. "I love you." you sigh, feeling a little better and more content. no longer alone, thoughts plaguing your mind no more. your Alpha always came to your rescue, your knight in shining armor. "I love you, more." Mark rumbles, a soft purr from deep within. his purr was easily one of your all time favorite things about him. it was viewed as something non-masculine yet he payed no care, always telling you 'if i can do it, it's masculine' when you mention the fact. maybe it's because he was the upper to your dynamic, or because you genuinely loved him, but his purr soothed your every negative thought and worry. quelled your racing heart, chased your blues away. it was deep, a rich baritone that seemed to vibrate through your very soul. you realized too soon you were very tired, having spent so much of the day crying. being with Mark wouldn't instantly solve your mental health issues, but it could put the worry of it at bay for awhile. just a simple temporary distraction. you'd take anything you could get on the matter, so you chose not to think about it any further. instead, you let your eyes flutter close, opting to fall asleep in your love's arms while he purred you into slumber.

#mark fischbach x reader #markiplier x reader #jebus is this soft or what

[heaven-with-mark]

I completely understand Moff !! Take ur time one everything. hope it gets better <3

- anarchy

hey anarchy! i didn't ever see this come in until just now, how have you been?

#anarchy anon

[heaven-with-mark]

just read through all your stories as i was in a bad headspace, thank you so much for cheering me up! your writing is great!

aw i hope you feel better! i'm hoping to post even more tooth rotting fluff this week!

#anon

[heaven-with-mark]

Noticed how you haven’t been active for the past few months and wanted to check in. Idk if he ask box is still dead or not. Hope ur well!

- Anarchy

hey anarchy! i haven't been active besides passive reading due to some, very bad issues. i am 18 and class of 2022! i graduate very soon, life is kinda coming down to what i've been waiting for since i was 10 and it's giving me a crisis. i've been focused on school, and side work as medical for my schools soccer team. lots of college prep, i'm packing to move states, i'm losing friends and being jealous over my ex find someone new :')

tl;dr i'm depresso espresso and haven't had will to write

#anarchy anon

[heaven-with-mark]

Space Anon Here! How was your day?

-🪐💫

it was uhhh :( just :(

broke down on my boyfriend because stress piled up over the past week, we had testing and all that junk

#space anon

[heaven-with-mark]

AAAAAAH I LOVE UR CONTENT SO MUCH

AAAAAA THANK YOU

#anon

[heaven-with-mark]

hi.

This is probably really weird- i'm sorry, but I see you write for markiplier and I was hoping that maybe you would want to become mutuals? Friends maybe..? I go by Hex and use they/them pronouns.

hello hex!! i would love to be mutuals!! you can pop into my inbox or DMs anytime :)

#hex anon