#markiplier egos x reader smut

[sardonic-the-writer]

Uhhhhhh 👀

Darkiplier spice???

😳

DARKIPLIER SPICE/SMUT

You. Are. His

In every way possible

And I don't just mean that relationship wise

Your neck? His to mark. Your hips? His to cover in his handprints. Your lips? His to kiss

And if walls could talk-

Oh boy if walls could talk

Dark is not gentle to say the least; well not most of the time. For him there's a difference between sex and lovemaking, something you've come to learn

Another little fun fact about Dark is that when he sees your climax coming, more times than not the demon will start glitching violently with satisfaction. You begin to see three Darks instead of two

Something that manages to please you more

Like I said

You're his

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[weirdlyhornyforegos]

Porniplier x reader

Anons: LITTERALY ANYTHING WITH PORNIPLIER (pizza guy or plumber). Idk maybe like we are stuck under the sink and then he finds us and ya know he "checks our pipe" 👀 / ANYTHING FEATURING THE PORNO-IPLIERS IM BEGGING

MINORDS DNI!!!!!! Oh, I should have expected these ones ;P I’m just calling him P in this one. Enjoy!

Wordcount: 1.1k+

You have so many questions for whoever built your house.

Who in the fuck puts the sink in such a place the pipes to the sink is hidden in-between a lot of other pipes, and what looks to be a supporting part of the cabinet it is built into.

You were just supposed to do a quick fix and tighten some parts around the sink-pipe, but instead, with the weird angle you had to hold your hand to get to the pipe, you had gotten it wedged in-between two pipes that you don’t even know what they are for.

You can’t move your wrist, and your other hand can’t reach it either.

You’re stuck on your back with almost half of your body inside the cabinet.

Fuck.

You have no choice but to yell for help, hoping your boyfriend is still home.

“P!” A beat. “P, come help me please!” A few muffled words can be heard in response, and then you hear P’s footsteps getting closer.

“Oh, hello.”

“Come over here, I’m stuck.” You hear some shuffling.

“You’re stuck?”

“Yeah, that’s what I said, so- Ah! What are you doing?” P straddles your thighs, startling you.

“It’s easiest for me to look at where you are stuck like this.” You snort, but don’t protest as he leans down so he can look inside the cabinet.

You make eye contact with him briefly, before his eyes flicker to where your wrist is stuck, and then he grins.

“You truly are stuck.”

“Well, yes, I can’t move from where I am, I do believe that is the definition of stuck. So get something to get my wrist unstuck, like some soap or something.”

“Oh, I got an even better idea.” He fishes out a plastic bottle from his utility belt, and as he pops the lid open, you manage to read the label.

“Lube? You have lube in your utility belt?” You’re a little flabbergasted, but P just grins at you.

“Well of course, it never hurts to be prepared. Whoops!” The lid on the bottle flips closed, and P is left with so much lube in his hand that you don’t doubt it will run down your arm if he were to apply it now.

You don’t look forward to that sensation.

“Would you look at that. I took out too much lube for just your wrist.” A beat, a pause. “Would be a shame to let it go to waste.” His now unoccupied hand dances along the waist of your pants, and you huff. The man is literally several porn cliches wrapped into one. “I could use it to.... inspect your pipes.” That last word pops.

“Oh could you?” You raise an unimpressed brow at the thinly veiled implication in his words.

“Yes, I could, and I think they need some very thorough inspection.” You hum, wiggling your hips up.

“Well, I trust your expertise.”

“Good, let's start with getting rid of these obstacles blocking your ‘pipes’.” Wasting no time and with a lot of earned skill, it only takes seconds for your pants to be off, followed shortly by your underwear. P settles in between your open thighs, grinning up at you.

Lube drips down on you, already warmed up by P’s hand. His fingers dance around your hole, gently prodding before pushing in two at once. It’s a little tight, making you let out a little breathless gasp.

“Oh no, it seems that these pipes aren’t wide enough, we should fix that asap.” With those words, he does just that, starting to pump his fingers in and out of you. You groan, the pace he sets is far from slow, and you feel yourself build towards an orgasm almost embarrassingly quickly.

Two fingers soon turn into three, still wet with lube, and some of your own arousal that P had scooped up with his unoccupied hand.

The scenario is straight out of a porno, and you’re loving it.

You move against his fingers, hoping he takes the hint to replace it with something more, something bigger.

P pulls his fingers out of you, the wet sound of it almost embarrassing hadn’t you been too turned on to care.

“Should be wide enough now, let's test if the pipes work by putting something in them.” He takes his cock in hand, you don’t even know when he got it out, and positions it at your entrance.

He pushes in slowly at first, hands on your thighs keeping you obscenely open.

You moan and he groans as he bottoms out in you, filling you up completely.

“Looks good so far, but I think some further testing is needed.” He pulls out some of his cock, then slams back into you. It makes all of you move, and you see stars as pleasure shoots up your spine.

P sets a fast pace, pumping himself in and out of you with speed, making your nerves sing in the best way possible.

You’re sweating in your shirt, one arm stuck above your head, the other gripping at the edge of the cabinet, holding on for dear life. P is still wearing his tank-top, jeans, and even his utility belt, and you can see the sweat starting to form

It really shouldn’t be as hot as it is, but you feel yourself getting closer and closer to cumming.

And then, with all the jostling P is causing, your wrist slips free from the pipes.

You yelp, because now, you’re a lot less stuck, but that also means P is moving you a hell of a lot more.

Quickly, you grab onto one of the pipes above your head, and push down against P.

Seconds later you tumble over the edge, shaking around P as you come, making him come to, spilling inside of you.

Catching your breath for a few seconds, he pulls out of you and shuffles backwards on his knees. You push yourself out of the cabinet, back on the floor and happy to be unstuck.

“See, I told you lube was a good idea.” You snort as he grins, eyebrows and mustache wiggling with satisfaction as you get up on slightly wobbly feet and he stays kneeling, cock now tucked back into his jeans.

“Yeah, yeah.” You wave at him as you bend over to pick up your pants and underwear, feeling his eyes on your ass. “Now I suggest we take a shower, we’re both gross.”

“Together?” You look over you shoulder as you walk towards the doorway.

“What do you think, Mr. Porn?” P grins, and is quick to get up and follow you towards the bathroom.

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[peachyloveswriting]

And lastly for now, could I have prompt #s 30, 43, & 63 w/ Illinois? Thanks! ;w;

What a surprise (Illinois x reader)

Prompts:

#63 “You getting flustered is one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen.”

#43 “I’ll protect you, so don’t be afraid.”

#30 “Is this a date?”

Summary: you're an urban explorer much like Illinois. Funny as this is, you and him used to be colleagues. At least, until you split ways. Now you're stuck with him until you can escape.

Content: possessive Illinois, flirty doctor, fear, injury, slight angst in you squint, jealous Illinois, exploration gone wrong, post break up that wasn't actually a break up, hickeys, praise.

Taglist: @batty-the-red-koolaid-man @abbzzzzz @dragonangel201 @crustydustycowboi @crazy-obsessed-enby

As an explorer and a lover of the Winchester brothers, you travel to different states more often than not. As a kid you always proclaimed your love for debunking myths and exploring the wild, even if it was just a bush in the backyard. But being a kid, you didn't quite understand just what being an explorer meant. Late night, dangerous sights, near death experiences, and worst of all...exes. It's uncommon for most urban explorers to share a common interest with their lovers, so meeting Illinois out in the field worked wonders.

At first, it was just a partnership. Illinois would call if he thought he shouldn't go alone and vise versa. Eventually, it grew into something more. Every adventure he went on, you were by his side and he was with you every step of the way. Anything you did, you did it together. It would have only been a matter of time before someone caught feelings. You just so happened to be it. That was a mistake.

Illinois had been showing you that he cared, he was fully invested in your friendship and maybe even wanted more. Until one night, after another successful exploration you found yourself drinking with him late into the night. His flirty nature and inability to commit half the time caused some trouble. He started flirting with some girls and you got jealous. After confronting him he got mad at you for not saying anything to help him understand how you felt. After that, shit hit the fan. He left.

Ever since then you've 'hated' him. Though your heart will never admit to still having feelings. To only add insult to injury, there's an ancient temple in Illinois and you just so happened to run into the one and only explorer himself.

•••••••••••••••

"long time no see."

Looking up from your drink to see the tan-clad man, you groan. Illinois flashes you his signature smile; the one that screams mischief every time you see it, and pulls out the chair across from you. His eyes bore into yours as he settles into the seat. Leaning over, you scoop your bag into your hand and go to stand. His hand comes stretching across the table.

"Wait. Sit down, please." The once mischievous glare in his eyes is gone, filled with an empty guilt that begs for you to stay. "I just want to talk."

Your bag tells you to walk away but you're pulled back to him. With a sigh you pull the strap onto your shoulder. "Be quick."

Pulling his hand back he smiles, the corners of his eyes wrinkling. "Thanks."

You nod curtly. Your stoic face making his smile falter as you look at him. His wall, the wall of confidence that he always puts up as a front shies away for what seems to be a second. He looks vulnerable, naked, under your gaze.

"There's an artifact here that I need to get." Dread swallows you whole as you lean back into your seat, the strap on your shoulder slipping from it's secured spot.

"The ancient temple..." His eyes meet yours, wide with surprise. "You're going there too?" He asks. You let the bag settle back on the floor as you lean forward with your arms resting on the table. "Yeah. I am." You admit.

His sullen face lights up, that confidence putting it's front back on in the form of shining eyes and a toothy smile. "That's perfect!" He announces, leaning closer to you.

"Turns out everyone that's gone in hasn't come back out, at least not alone. That's why I need your help." Suddenly his excitement fades. "Usually people go in as pairs, only one comes back alive and if only one of us is going to make it out..." He sighs, looking up at you with wide doe like eyes. "...I'd rather it be you."

A fire lights within your chest and your breath catches in your throat. "You-" In this moment you can feel your feelings for him stir, like and old dusty blanket from childhood it dusts itself off and presents itself to you once more. It's tempting warmth pulling you in. "We...you want me...no. No. I'm not- I can't go with you." You wave your hands at him dismissively. You can see a smug smirk tugs at his lips.

"You getting flustered is one of the cutest things I've ever seen." His voice is sultry and low as he smiles up at you, the brim of his hat giving him that mysterious appeal. Swallowing harshly you take a deep breath and tug at the collar of your shirt. "Illinois. We... I can't, do this. I won't do this with you. Not again."

His smile fades again as he leans back into his chair. "You can! I know that I fucked up something we could have had then, but now. It's not the same. I'm not the same..."--he looks up at you with begging eyes--"I'm sorry about what I did. I should have known not to do that. I just want to fix it. Let me fix this."

The sudden awareness of the eyes around the room makes you shudder with realization. For such a personal situation, you find yourself reaching for your bag. "Wait!"

Standing you grab Illinois' arm and drag him out the coffee shop. You don't stop pulling him until you reach your car. Once you reach it and let go of him, you turn around to face him. "Illi, believe me. I want nothing more than to be with you, I really do. But I can't trust someone who's proved me otherwise." You step away to reach for your car door. As you do, a hand grabbing your wrist pulls you back.

Illinois traps you between your car and his body. He's so close you can hear his uneven breathing as he looks down at you with tears in his eyes. "Please. Let me prove myself. I'll fix this, I'll prove to you that you can trust me just please." His Shakey voice drops to just above a whisper. "Come with me."

Taking a Shakey breath you look away from him and to the side. A person walks past to their car, their eyes locked on you in confusion and judgement. Turning back to Illinois you let out a sigh. "I'll go with you and you can prove yourself but only this once."

A smile pulls at his lips as he pulls you into a hug, his arms holding you close to him. "Thank you, thank you so much." Pulling back from the hug he pats your shoulder. "I'll see you tonight then?" He asks.

You nod. "At around six."

Stepping back he gives you a small wave. "I'll see you then." Turning he jogs off to his truck.

Reaching for the door handle you open it and settle inside, closing the door behind you. Beating wildly in your chest is your heart. Sinking into the seat you find yourself releasing a breath you didn't know you were holding. The tension from it fades in your shoulders but you still white knuckle the steering wheel.

After all this time, and everything he did. Regret claws at the back of your mind. Your head screams at you in shame while your heart smiles with glee. Never once did you find yourself looking for another person, not someone else to fill his spot. Afterall, there's no one like him. And now getting to see him so desperate, how could you say no.

•••••••••••••••

Six had passed by you a while ago. Only now were you pulling up to the ancient temple, it was small on the outside. The rest of it was beneath the ground. It was in a forest, not a very big one but just big enough to keep it hidden from society for so long. As you pull up, the break lights of Illinois' jeep catch your attention. The butterflies in your stomach churn and stir as you come to a stop.

He stands at the back of the truck, your headlights illuminating him where he leans over. He's grabbing different things from the back of his truck as you turn the car off and take a deep breath. Pulling your bag from the passenger seat and tugging it onto your shoulders you push open the door and stand.

Illinois turns to see you walking towards him and his face lights up with a smile. "I thought you weren't going to come. You had me worried." He says as he grabs his own satchel to toss over his shoulder.

"Maybe I shouldn't have." You say with an unsure smile. Letting out a chuckle he shuts the trunk and turns to face you. One hand rests on his bag while the other holds his hat down. "Don't be like that. You know you miss this."

Shaking your head and grinning you push past him towards the entrance. It's farther than you thought when you pulled up. Sadly it creates time for Illinois to chat. It's like all the forces of the world decided to ruin everything just to make you miserable.

"Now that I think about it. Is this a date?" Illinois asks.

You turn to look at him with fury in your eyes. "No!" Crossing your arms back over your chest and looking forward you huff. "Let me see what you found on this place before we go in."

He stops as you reach the entrance and reaches for his bag. "Yeah this place is hella dangerous. Like I said, people only go in pairs and only one ever comes back out" he pulls out his journal and hands it to you. "Do you need a light?" He rummages through the bag again.

"Yeah. Thanks." He pulls a flash light from his bag and turns it on to illuminate the book in your hand. Opening it he reaches and begins to flip through the pages until he comes to the right one. "Here." He points to the page. "This is what I found."

"Apparently what's supposed to be inside is an ancient dialect from a dead civilization. Not like we could decipher it, I just think it's cool." Illinois says.

You look up at him, dissapointment lacing your gaze. "Really?"

"What?"

Shifting your weight from one leg to the other you put a hand on your hip. "You're going into a place thats notorious for killing people just because you think it's cool?" You shake your head. "This is dangerous."

Flashing you a smile and grabbing his book back he puts it away. "I'll protect you, so don't be afraid." His gaze lingers on you.

"You will?" You mumble. Butterflies battle their way around your stomach, ticking your insides. Just the way the hope swells in your chest leaves you with a bad after taste.

He looks down at you with confidence in his eyes and a knowing smile on his face. "Yes, always."

A smile breaks out on your face as you let out a chuckle. Heat is flooding your cheeks. You look away stepping back from him. "Let's just go inside and get this over with."

--

As you step inside, the scratches of roaches crawling along the walls fills the air. Before you can begin to traverse the staircase down the putrid smell of rolling flesh and dried blood fills your nose. Letting out a quiet gagging sound you turn your head to the side and cover your nose.

Illinois let's out a howl of disgust as he pulls his shirt over his nose. "We should go grab masks." He grabs the sleeve of your shirt and begins to tug you back out. "That's not going to stop the smell." You say as the Jeep comes closer.

Stopping at the back door, he pulls it open and reaches inside. "True." He says. "But at least it will keep us from getting sick when we go in."

Leaning back he presses the mask into your hands. It rather heavy in your hands as you check the filter before putting the respirator on. Illinois manages to finish putting his on first. Realizing that your struggling, he closes the door and turn you around so he can reach the back of your head. "I got it." He mumbles as he tightens the back of it for you.

"Thanks." Letting go of the back he grabs the light back from his bag and pushes you forward. "Let's go."

Reaching the entrance you begin your decent down the stairs, just before you reach the bottom there's a pull at the back of your shirt and your tugged back. Suddenly Illinois is pushing himself in front of you, using his body to shield you from whatever may come.

"Stay behind me." He says and he presses a hand on your stomach, softly keeping you behind him. Stalking forward wearily, he peers forth into the darkness.

"I can protect myself." You claim. Standing on your tip toes to peer over his shoulder at what's ahead. Suddenly there's a click and a whir. Something falls and Illinois spins on his heel, grabbing your shoulders and shoves you to the ground. He wraps himself around you. Frightened, you let out a yelp. Your heart is hammering in your chest as the release of numerous arrows fills the air.

"Just wait it out." Illinois says from above you. He sounds as calm and cool as ever. Completely unaffected by the arrows, completely unaffected by you. It's been so long since something like this has happened. The close proximity, the way he holds you.

The zip of arrows over head comes to a stop, after a short moment Illinois stands back to his full height. "Let's keep moving." He suggests.

As he turns to walk away you find yourself stuck, unable to move or stand. Even though this was just supposed to be a short trip, here he was risking his life for you, even after proving to you the first time that he didn't care.

"You coming?" He turns the flashlight onto you, squinting from the brightness you gather yourself and raise to your feet. "Yeah, sorry."

Hastily you make your way back over to him, it's hard to see his face with the bright light on you and the mask on but he's smiling ever so gently. "You get scared?" He asks. This time it doesn't sound witty and sarcastic, it's calm and sweet. Something you didn't expect from him.

"I'll live." You shoot back with a small nervous smile. Turning the flashlight to the ground he nods and turns to continue forward. "If you get scared and you want to leave let me know. Okay?"

The silence swallows you whole as he pushes forward, content to keep moving. The walls are slowly becoming more green, a more dank and earthy smell beginning to fill the air. Of course it's not much longer before you begin to come across red stained stone and signs of apparent struggle. The closer you get to whatever killed the others the tighter your throat feels.

Suddenly you bump into Illinois who abruptly stopped. His hand is behind him holding you back. Squinting into the dark ahead you lean forward to get a better grasp at what he's looking at. The flashlight only allows you to see so much. There's a shift in the air and Illinois presses in himself flat against the wall. Using his hand he shoves you against the wall beside him. From the corner of your eye you see a flash, there's a loud creak and then a large saw comes swinging down the corridor. Your heart lurches in your chest. It's like death is baring down on you as you clench your eyes shut.

"We need to keep moving." Illinois says. His hand is no longer pressing you against the wall but instead you are. Peeling open your eyes and turning your head to the side you look at him with wide eyes. "I can't believe I'm doing this." You remark.

Of all the places you went with or without him, this was by far the most dangerous you'd gone into. He's told you stories of worse but this. This was unlike any you've ever experienced.

"it's okay." Illinois reaches his hand down, feeling the wall for yours. His warm skin making contact with yours sets your hand on fire. Soon enough he's holding your hand tightly in his, a stern look in his eyes. "I'll keep you safe I swear."

Another loud creak splits through the air as the saw comes swinging back through. Looking at it in Terror, your chest heaving and legs aching, you cry out. "Just move already!"

Nodding curtly, he begins to pull you along the wall, soon enough the saw finds it's way back down the corridor, spiking your heart rate through the roof for a fourth time. At this point it feels like you might have a heart attack. But Illinois pushes you though. Eventually out of range of the giant murder machine you find yourself at a pile of mangled bodies. Each one rotting, bones, or freshly killed. The blood coats the walls as Illinois guide you through the pile to the other side.

There's a pang of guilt in your chest as you look back on the unfortunate pile of souls. Each one with their head intact looking you on with jealousy and terror in their slain eyes, watching you stride forward with better luck than they themselves have.

"You ok?" Illinois stopped to turn and face you, his eyes peering back down the corridor at the precariously swinging blade.

Looking up at him, you open your mouth to speak but shut it when you realize you don't have a good answer. Looking back at the bodies one last time you turn away in disgust. "Let's just move please?"

His eyes look back at you for a moment longer before he turns and moves onward, his hand still tugging you with.

Looking between his hand and his face you can't help but feel there's a difference reason why he asked you to come along. It's not surprising, he's always had ulterior motives.

"There's another trap up here." He breaks the silence, his hand slips from yours. "Stay here." As your hand falls back your your side you can feel a sliver of self respect abandon you where you stand. "Wait!" You find yourself calling out with no real reason.

Illinois stops to turn and look at you, his brows furrowed in confusion. At first the words dare not slip from your tongue, your mind running circles around an idea that serves no real purpose.

"Please be careful." You finally say.

"Of course." He reassures as he tosses you the flashlight to head forward. Catching it clumsily you point it forward to guide his way, your feet slowly sliding across the stone floor towards him, staying far enough behind that whatever trap awaits won't catch you too but just close enough to maybe help.

Opposite to you, however, Illinois strolls forward with ease, his shoulders relaxed, his hands not idly awaiting to grab something, nothing. It's like he's done this a thousand times before. He has, no doubt, but he's never acted so casual in a situation like this at least not around you.

The corridor lights up with a new light revealing a built in blowtorch in the wall. The wall opposite to it is stained black from the excessive heat and char left behind from being activated so many times. Illinois turns around to look back at it, his eyes glimmering.

"When it's done, run to me." He tells you.

Stepping closer to it, you begin to feel the heat radiating from the wall. The flame its bright and violent, it's tips daring those who willingly pass by to step closer.

You're plunged into darkness and the heat is stripped away.

"Now!" Illinois calls out.

Lurching forward you find yourself wishing you would have been paying attention. The pool the blood at your feet tugs your grip right from underneath you, unable to full move forward properly you call out.

There's a click and a hiss in your ear. Turning, you come face to face with the very spark that ignites the fire. It's deathly flickers prepare to roast you.

Reaching out, Illinois grasps your shirt, pulling you forward. His pull is so hard that he throws you against him, knocking him to the ground with a solid thud. You follow shortly after, your hands moving to brace you against the ground.

Opening your eyes, you look down to see Illinois sighing with relief. The both of you are out of the fire behind, a shadow is cast over him as you stare at him in shock. Your heart beats wildly in your chest, it even aches to breathe.

Realizing the position you find yourself in, you scramble to your feet. Heat blazes across your face. "I'm so sorry." You say as you extend a hand out to him.

Sitting up, Illinois happily takes your offer. "It's okay. I didn't mean to pull you that hard." He admits as you hoist him to his feet.

"No, it's fine. You saved my ass." You say as you look up at him. "Let's just keep moving."

Nodding curtly, Illinois takes the lead again. Silently, you follow behind him. The flash of flames is engrained in the back of your mind right alongside the look of terror on Illinois' face when he realized what was happening. He wasn't the only one who was terrified. Having your life flash before your eyes should have been enough excitement for today, but this was for him.

"There's a split." Illinois says as he comes to a stop.

Walking to his side you find yourself at a split path. On either side was an open corridor, each just as dark as the other. Swallowing harshly you look back at Illinois. Rummaging through his bag he pulls another flashlight out and looks at you.

"Please don't." You beg.

He frowns beneath the mask. "It's faster this way."

You shake your head. "No. Don't make me do this alone. We are not splitting paths."

Lifting a hand he grabs your shoulder firmly. "It's okay. Just call my name and I'll be right there. I swear."

Your heart is suddenly in your stomach as dread swallows you whole. "Illinois." You warn.

He gently squeezes your shoulder before letting his hand fall back to his side. "Just go. I'll be right here."

You stand firm looking up at him with fear swimming in your eyes. You can see that he's clearly not giving up any time soon. Sighing in defeat you turn and behind down the right corridor. As you walk you hear him call from behind you.

"Remember, just call for me!"

A beat of silence slips past before you yell back. "Fuck you!"

Rightfully so, you're utterly alone now. The only light is the one provided to you by the flashlight in your hands. Battery operated with a high chance of dying. Just the thought sends shivers through you.

Being in this kind of environment with Illinois again is fun but it's not the idea you had for seeing him again. Sure, near death experiences brings you closer. But is that really what you wanted?

To bond with him in a situation like this? No. Anything but this. Like a nice restaurant, a night at your house or even his. Now just to make matters worse you're completely alone in a death trap of a maze with no clue where so look for the prize.

Only moments after, the stale and stiff air shifts around you. Tingles wash over your body as every hair stands on end.

You're not alone.

A deep growl can be heard from within the darkness, cold claws against the stone coming closer to you. Soon enough, two reflective beady eyes stare back at you as you tremble in your steps. Slowly backing away as it steps closer. White shiney canines bare themselves to you as you whimper under broken breath.

Stalking just within the range of your light is a coyote. Foam bubbles around it's jaws as it growls at you incessantly. As you back away is grows closer it's teeth popping from nipping at you.

Opening your mouth to call out for Illinois you're interupted by a shrill bark as it charges at you. Letting out a scream, you turn on your heel and run the other way. Your chest aches as you glance back at it, you can't see it in the darkness behind you but you can hear is desperate animalistic breathing as it gains on you.

Tears form in your eyes as you run knowing that you have no chance of escape. Even if Illinois came in here to die, he would at least have a chance at survival if you were taken into the loving arms of death instead.

"Run Illinois!" Get out!" You shout into the expanding darkness as you bolt forth. You know he might not even hear you but the thought of him living keeps you going.

Nearing the hall you originally came from, you begin to see a flicker in the distance. It's bobbles and grows bigger.

There's no time to even process what's happening before it's done. The light grew closer and soon enough Illinois came from the darkness. With a sharp determined look in his eyes you watched him hit the ground, sliding past you and towards the coyote. Tripping over your own feet in surprise you land harshly on your shoulder.

From behind you there's a yelp that makes your heart jolt in your chest. Panic pulses through you. Scrambling to turn around you call out.

Leaning over the animal with a bloody knife in hand was Illinois, his chest heaving as he looks down at the coyote limp before him. Your flashlight long tumbled into the ground, your fall bringing with it sparks of shooting pain. Yet it still shines on the both of you from where it landed.

Staring at the sight, you opened your mouth to speak but closed it once you realized you were unsure of what to say. Surprise took you whole the moment you turned around to see him.

Turning to look at you, Illinois sheaths the knife and stands. Quickly he's by your side and helping you to your feet. Lifting your hand to your face you pull the mask off the let it dangle around your neck. Your lungs burn ferociously and a harsh pounding in the back of your head makes you feel faint. Illinois does the same with his mask, pulling if from his face to reveal a worried look.

"Are you hurt?" He asks as he looks you over.

You shake your head before leaning against the wall, exhausted.

Illinois reaches out to grab your shoulder and as he makes contact you shy away, hissing through clenched teeth. "Shit." You rasp.

His gaze hardens as you pull away in pain. Your eyes are clenched shut as you reach to grasp your shoulder. Grabbing your hand he pushes it back to your side.

"C'mon." He urges.

You don't say much as he pulls you along. Most of it is blur. Between the pain in your shoulder and the overwhelming anxiety its hard to really focus on anything. But when he gets you out and the night air hits you, you're collapsing onto your knees.

"Y/n!" Illinois calls out with worry as he kneels in front of you. "C'mon. Get up." His hands grab either side of your ribcage in an attempt to hoist you to your feet. Being so exhausted, you hardly move and instead look up at him with pleading eyes.

"I've got you." He says as he picks you up. Your legs are wrapped around his torso while one arm hangs limply by your side and the other wraps around the back of his neck. One arm supports your ass while he other presses against your back to keep you against him.

"You're over exaggerating." You state as he stops at the passenger side door of his truck. Illinois grunts in return. Moving the hand from your back to pull open the door.

"No I'm not." He says simply as he sets you down in the seat. Groaning in discomfort you manage to croak out a sentence.

"Yeah you are."

He shakes his head. "You probably broke your shoulder or something. We need to take care of it. Any injury no matter what requires immediate attention."

Stepping back and shutting the door he makes his way to the other side and climbs in. The truck starts soon after. It's bumpy at first but then the ride begins to smooth out.

"What about my car?" You ask.

Illinois glances at you with a soft gaze before looking ahead again. "We'll come back for it later. You're my main priority right now. I knew I shouldn't have brought you with."

You scoff. "I was going to do this either way. It was inevitable."

Illinois sighs in frustration. "Either way. I was the one who asked you to do this with me. I'm at fault. I'm sorry."

Not willing enough to speak again, silence falls over you. It stayed that way until the hospital came into view. You narrow your gaze.

"I hate this place." You grumble.

There's no comment from Illinois as he pulls into a parking spot. His face is stern as he unbuckles himself and climbs out the truck. The door shuts behind him and a sigh escapes you Looking off at the entrance you can feel your stomach churn. Pretty quickly, Illinois comes into view and pulls open your door.

Reaching over your legs he unbuckles you. Groaning quietly and turning to the side you slowly begin to slip from the seat. Illinois looks away from you as you do, his eyes on the doors as he taps his foot impatiently. Finally reaching the ground with a grunt you lean forward. Your head rests on Illinois' chest his smell tempting you to fall asleep.

Lifting a hand to wrap it around your back, he softly guides you out of the way to close the door.

"Why do you hate hospitals?" Removing the hat from his head he places it on you and presses his hand to the small of your back, guiding you to the entrance.

Softly, you hum. Your fading memories of the hospital coming back to light. "Dunno... Just never liked them." You confess.

He hums back in return. Nearing the sliding doors they open, revealing a halogen lit hell. Their sterile lighting and sanitized smell making you cringe. On either side of you splitting off into two separate area's are waiting rooms while in front of you is the front desk. An older lady sitting behind it looks up with a kind smile to greet the both of you.

"I'm here to get her arm checked for injuries." His hand rests on the counter idly. The woman begins to look back and forth from her screen to you before looking back again.

"What's your name sweetheart?"

"Y/n l/n" You state blandly.

A whole list of other questions comes rushing in afterwards before she releases you into the waiting room. Being later in the night, there's not many people inside. This you're thankful for. They're scattered about, an occasional cough making you stir in your seat.

Illinois looks over at you. Your knees pulled up to you chest and head leaned back in an attempt to sleep. It's clear you're uncomfortable. Lifting an arm, he's careful to avoid your shoulder while leaning your head onto his shoulder.

Removing the hat from your face you look up at him confused. Taking the hat from your hand he whispers to you. "Just lay back down."

You don't even try to fight against him as you allow yourself to relax against his shoulder. Watching you, Illinois smiles without realizing. Seeing you against him, content, tired, and trusting him to watch out for you makes him warm. Then again the guilt of bringing you with him tugs that away. You never should have been bothered in the first place.

Looking way from you, Illinois sighs and leans his head back.

"Sorry." He whispers again.

--

The evaluation nurse grabbed your wrist band and analyzed the what she could. From what she said it was nothing too horrible but that it shouldn't go unchecked just in case. It was more than likely just sprained. Still, even that could pose and issue if not treated properly. Once she was done, a doctor came to grab you from her room. Illinois follows in suit.

"From what I'm seeing you have a sprained shoulder?" He says as he looks down as his paper and pulls the curtains to your room open.

"That's what the nurse up front told us. Yes." You say as Illinois helps hoist you up onto the bed.

Pulling the curtain shut the doctor turns to face you, a bright sly smile on his face. "Alright. I'm going to be your doctor for today. My name is Riley. It's nice to meet you."

You nod with a small sparring smile while he walks up to inspect your shoulder himself. Illinois stands on the other side of you, his arms crossed in such a way that makes them look big.

A shooting pain pulls your attention away, snapping your head to look you see the doctor gently grasping your shoulder, prodding at it to get a feel for what's wrong. Writhing and squirming in pain, you let out a strained cry. It finally stops when he steps away to grab the clip board, his other hand resting on your thigh.

"Looks like it going to need X-rays. I can't tell just from the feeling alone. There's too much inflammation. You're okay with staying over night. Yes?" He gently squeezes your thigh with a charming smile.

Nervously you smile. "Fine by me."

Looking from you to Illinois and back he pats your thigh and moves towards the door. "I'll be back soon then." Shooting you a wink he disappears behind the curtain.

Purely by instinct, you rub the feeling of his touch on your leg away and onto the bed with a grimace of disgust. "Did you see that bullshit?" You say as you look up at Illinois.

The unusually brooding man towers above you, his eyes glaring daggers at the curtains where the doctor left. His eyes are dark and murky with the flames of hatred flickering inside. His jaw clenches as he looks back down at you.

"You did." You mutter.

Reaching back he pulls the chair forward to take a seat closer to you. Leaning forward before sitting completely you hear him speak. His voice is low and threatening.

"Keep the hat." He firmly preses it onto you, not even giving you the chance you properly grab it.

Until now you've never seen Illinois like this. Until now you've never been able to. He's like an overprotective dog. Overbearing in the sense that it makes your stomach flutter. No one's ever cared enough to get like this.

"I can't even wear it if I'm laying down." Clicking your tongue you leave it where he put it on your stomach.

"I don't care. He shouldn't be touching you like that." Illinois snaps, a growl lingering in his voice.

"we're not even-" he cuts you off. "Don't need to be. It doesn't matter what we are he shouldn't put his hands on anyone like that regardless. It's disgusting." He seethes.

--

Almost an hour later Riley returned with a bright smile to lead you to the x-ray room. Illinois was allowed in but he couldn't be anywhere near you because of the metal he was wearing. He and the doctor watched from the observation window and when it was done he beckoned you over to look.

Standing between the doctor and Illinois you watched as he pointed out the fractures in your shoulder and explained what he was going to do for it. As he did, you began to feel a hand slowly slip into the small of your back and hook it's way around your waist.

Briefly looking down you were horrified to find that it wasn't Illinois but instead was the doctor who all but smiled sweetly at you.

"We'll keep you overnight just to be on the safe side. There could be internal bleeding but that's it. You can change back into your shirt and head back to the room now. I'll wait for you out here" he gestures for you to go ahead while you hurriedly step away from him and into the undressing room.

Illinois follows close behind, shutting the door behind him as he does. When you first came in here the doctor had you change into a special shirt made specifically for X-rays. Problem was you can't take anything off or put anything on without help so Illinois volunteered. Thank goodness for that.

"I hate that guy." You mutter as you wait on Illinois to help you. Moments pass and he still hasn't done anything yet. Lifting you head to look at him you opened your mouth to speak. Very quickly you're cut short by his lips colliding with yours and his tongue making it's way into your mouth.

His hands roughly grabbed your waist as he backed you against the wall. You didn't resist, instead you lifted your only good arm to grasp his shirt, standing on your tip toes to deepen the kiss.

Your eyes fall shut as he pulls away, using his head to push your chin up your easier access to your jaw. "I should have done this sooner." He sloppily places kisses down your jaw and neck before eventually coming to stop at your collar bone. Baring his teeth he nips lightly at first, just testing the waters for a reaction.

Feeling the pinch roll over your sensitive skin you let out a whine. Immediately his hand comes up from your hip to cover your mouth while he smiles against your collarbone. Pulling away he moves his hands to the bottom of your shirt where he begins to tug it up.

"Don't make a sound." He orders as he gently pulls it over your head, revealing your bare chest.

Without hesitation he goes back to lapping at your collarbone, his teeth snagging at the skin before he finally latches in and sucks lightly, letting his tongue roll around your skin. Letting out a stifled cry you squirm beneath his hold, one of his hands eventually coming up to cover your mouth as he moves to another spot further up your neck to mark as well.

"He should keep his fucking hands to himself next time." Illinois growls against your skin as he leaves another mark just below your jaw. Heats gathered in your core from his mouth doing a number on your neck and psyche.

"I hope you're okay with this because I'm not apologizing now. Especially not to him if he steps out of line again." Illinois says as he stands to his full height again.

Biting your lip you open your eyes to look up at him, the trail of bite marks on your neck leaving your skin stinging in pain. Everything is suck a gaze in your mind from the arousal, all you can do is nod.

Illinois smiles devilishly. "Good girl."

Once he moves away to grab your actual shirt you find yourself reaching out for him to calm back. Upon seeing this, Illinois chuckles. "Glad to know you enjoyed it but we can finish later."

--

Coming back out of the bathroom with a sly grin was Illinois who proudly looked the doctor in the eyes as his smile faded and his eyes widened.

"You can...head back to...to the um...to the room." He stammered.

"Perfect." Chirps Illinois who guides you out the room and down the hall with pride.

ENDING NOTES ↓

My brain when I wrote this: her favorite thing to say is 'cuff me', slut me out, slut me out, slut me out....

#markiplier egos x reader #ahwm x reader #iswm x reader #illinois x reader #light smut

[cherryauts]

Acquired Taste | Murdock x gn!reader

Summary: “You really think you can say no to me?” Murdock grabbed my wrist, pinning it to the wall behind me. Even through his dark glasses, I felt him stare deep into me.

Word Count: 1236

Tags/Warnings: First Person, Oral(giving), mentions of murder, mentions of gore/blood, partners in crime, deepthroat emeto(vomit), very mild blood play

Blood slowly dripped down my hand. It covered the 8 inch dagger I gripped onto. My chest rose and dropped. I stared down at the body below me. I really had just killed someone. His chest was torn open messily. His heart lay between his broken ribs and organs, tattered and crushed. No longer able to beat, damaged beyond repair.

“You did well, doll.” Murdock spoke, walking beside me to look further at the man below. He smirked, seeing what I had done.

“I did..?” I huffed out a bit, finally speaking as my throat was tight. 

He hummed in agreement. “I’m surprised for your first time. You seemed to enjoy it.” He let out a chuckle.

I soft smile spreads across my face as the adrenaline slowly leaves my system. Murdock moved a hand to my chin, turning me to face him. Pressing his lips into mine for a deep kiss. I melted into it, my body relaxing and no longer tense. 

“Someone riled up?” I pull from his lips with a purr. His hand came up to grab at my throat, pushing me back into a wall. 

“What about it? Are you wanting to fix it yourself, kitten?” He tilted his head as he spoke. My face scrunched up, hating the nickname. Only earning a chuckle from his lips.

“Not anymore with that name brought up.” I scoff. A pout spread across his face. He moved his hand from my throat up to my chin. Moving a thumb to my lips and pushing between them, pushing down roughly on my tongue. I grunt, moving a hand up to grab his wrist.

“You really think you can say no to me?” Murdock grabbed my wrist, pinning it to the wall behind me. Even through his dark glasses, I felt him stare deep into me. He massaged his thumb into my tongue before pulling it back to let me speak.

“Bite me.” I grinned. A huff of air passed his lips as he grabbed my shirt collar. Forcing me down onto my knees in front of him. He grabbed onto both my wrists and pinned them above me to the wall, despite my physical struggle. 

“Well, you’re no fun.” I pout. Before I could say anymore he delivered a harsh smack to my cheek.

“And you listen to me. Got it?” He grabbed my jaw. His fingers digging into my skin. 

I sank back onto my knees, slowly nodding.

“Use your words.”

“I understand.” I look back up to him, chewing on the inside of my cheek.

“Good.” He let go of my jaw, but kept my wrists pinned with one hand. His free hand moved to his pants. Struggling a bit, he managed to unbuckle his belt, pulling it from the loops of his jeans. I watched his movements intently. He unzipped his pants. Without any hesitation, he reached into his pants and, through the hole of his briefs, pulled his partially hard cock out. 

I grunt in response, looking away and tugging at his hands that pinned mine.

“What?” Murdock chuckled. “You wanted this, right?”

“I did.” I mumbled, finally admitting. With that, he let go of my hands. 

I repositioned myself in front of him. I moved the still bloodied hand to his cock, taking it in my hand and stroking him up and down. Blood lightly smeared along his skin as he grew hard. 

He only grunts in response, watching me with curiosity. I held his cock up more, leaning in. I let my tongue hang from my mouth, running it along the underside of his cock. His body shudders, moving a hand down to my hair. 

I glance up at him as I lick up to his tip, cleaning up some of the blood off him. My lips wrap around his sensitive tip and I suck softly, earning a groan of delight from Murdock. 

I let go of his base, taking more into my mouth. My lips sliding with ease along his skin. I push my tongue up against the underside of his cock. Taking a second to breathe through my nose, I allow my throat to relax. I push my head down further on him, slowly taking him into my throat.

Murdock let out small huffs of breaths and a few groans. “You look so good on your knees like that.. But you’re taking too long.” He warns.

I look back up at him, narrowing my eyes into a glare. I purposely went slower, wanting to waste his time. 

He carded his fingers through my hair, entangling them before grabbing a fistful. I growl in response, giving a quick nip to his cock. 

“You’re just begging for it at this point.” He growled back, his voice low. Without another word, he forced my head back down onto his cock. My hands shot up to his thighs, gripping hard as my throat tightened around him. I gagged hard, trying to push back instinctively. 

“Come on, take it all on your own like a good little pet.” He chuckled. Keeping my head on him, I couldn’t push back, his strength overbearing me. I squeezed my eyes shut, tears pricked my eyes. I could only gag, my throat not able to relax no matter how hard I tried. 

With another gag, a rush of watery bile shot up my throat. It spilled over his cock and out the side of my mouth. 

Murdock let out a laugh. “Can’t even handle a cock down your throat, thought I trained this out of you.” He finally let go of my head. I sent my head back, leaving a mess of watery vomit on his cock and pants. 

I gasp and choke, spitting up what was left in my mouth. He grabbed onto my hair again, yanking it back so I looked up at him. I watched as he quickly stroked at his cock, using the previous fluids as lube. 

I let myself take the time to breathe, knowing I only had a limited time. Once I was calm enough, he guided my mouth back to him. Pushing me down his length without much time to adjust. I close my eyes, just trying to force my throat to relax. Holding my head in place, he thrusted quick into my mouth. I breathe through my nose, holding onto his thighs as I take his rough pace. 

He thrust deeper and deeper every few strokes. My nose pressed up into his skin. His moans grew louder and his breath grew heavy. The thrust of his hips turned sloppy, and I knew he was close to his edge. 

I was suddenly pushed back off his cock. He held a tight grip onto my hair, keeping my head back. I looked up at him with half-lidded eyes. My tongue slipped out of my mouth, hanging with my mouth wide open for him.

Grunts and groans escaped his mouth as he stroked his cock quickly. And not long after, streams of cum shot from his tip. I closed my eyes, feeling bits of his cum spread over my face, some hitting my tongue. Once his grip loosened from my hair, I opened my eyes. I pull my tongue back into my mouth, swallowing down his cum.

“Feel better?” I say with a purr, looking up at him.

“Keep running your mouth and your throat won’t be the only thing I ruin.”

#markiplier egos #iswm murdock #iswm fanfiction #murdock x reader #markiplier #markiplier smut #murdock smut #oneshot #x reader

[sleep-0-deprived]

Do you write for markiplier and his alter egos?

YES Omg I loved Markiplier when I was a teen and I would love some requests for him and his alter egos

#x male reader #sub male reader #x male reader smut #bottom male reader #markiplier #markipler egos #markiplier x male reader

[rat-that-writes]

Adrenaline Rush

a/n: i did not intend for this to be the first smut fic i put on tumblr…. it was supposed to be Dark/reader with tentacles and stuff…. then it was Take What You Want part 2…. but alas, now it’s Murdock fucking you dumb and breeding you. have fun, he sure is. im so in love with this stupid bitch. grrhhf.

tw: no build up just full on smut all the way, praise, daddy kink, lil bit of size kink, rough sex, overstimulation, biting, swearing

word count: 570 | Taglist: @softladyhours

MINORS DNI. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED. THAT GOES FOR ALL MY WRITING, NOT JUST NSFW STUFF. GO AWAY.

You didn’t know how long he had been fucking you for. It felt like hours, years even, but you were so lost in the pleasure he was giving you all you could think about was him and him only. 

You didn’t intend for this to happen when you heard the door open and his heavy footsteps down the corridor as he came back home from a busy day of unsavoury business involving an axe. You didn’t intend to rile him up, but the sight of you laying in his bed wearing only his t-shirt and your underwear made the adrenaline in him turn into something else. 

And, who were you to deny him taking out that adrenaline in a productive manner? 

So, that is how you end up bent over the mattress, his hand pinning both your wrists above your head as you whimper his name while he fucks you relentlessly from behind. The other hand grips your hip, keeping you close to him as every thrust of his hips pushes you further up the bed, so he has to drag you back down to him to keep fucking you.

Eventually, he gets tired of constantly manoeuvring your body, so he pulls out to shove you further up the bed so you’re fully laying down. You think he wants you to angle your ass up in the air, but as soon as you try to battle the wobbly feeling in your legs he’s pushing you down and putting his weight on top of you. 

He teases your hole with the tip of his cock but evidently, he’s impatient, and pushes back in until he can’t go any further. With this position, you feel even more full than you did before. You can feel his stomach and chest pressed up against your back, and it reminds you of how small you are underneath him. He has you completely at his mercy and you love every second of it. 

This time, he fucks you slowly, grinding his hips into you and biting at your neck, growling when you tighten around him. Your whines make him bite down harder, trying to savour the feeling as if he’d never get the chance to experience it again. 

“You’re so fucking good for me, letting me use you like this. You love when Daddy uses you, don’t you baby? Tell me,” he grunts, thrusting into you sharply making you cry out. 

Every time you try to form a reply, he pushes against that perfect spot that makes you go limp. You manage to stutter out a pleading beg, but he seems unimpressed. Then, he stops his movement, just resting his cock in you at that perfect angle but not moving.

“Tell me you love it, then I’ll make you cum. Say it.”

“I love when Daddy uses me, fuck, please I need- mmph!” Your own moan cuts you off as he moves again, this time hard and rough and wild. Growling wildly, he lifts his torso slightly so he can thrust into you harder. The new angle is even better than before, and soon you’re seeing white and crying out his name as you shake and stiffen from pleasure. 

He’s not stopping anytime soon, though. He’s always had incredible stamina, especially while fucking you, and you know the games he likes to play with you. All you know is you’re in for a long, long night. 

#markiplier egos x reader #markiplier egos/reader #markiplier egos x yn #markiplier egos x gn!reader #gn!reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #murdock x reader #murdock/reader #murdock x yn #murdock x gn!reader #murdock smut #markiplier egos smut #smut

[umbral-archives]

Are You Embarrassed?

This is an extended version of a little Discord drabble I wrote a few months ago, altered for a gender neutral audience. Essentially your first foray into fucking with whatever ego you read this for. You’ve wanted this for a while and when you finally get it, you are so embarrassed about how turned on you are, the man can’t help but tease. As always, hate it.

Rating: NSFW. MINORS DNI.

GN! Reader

Pairing: General Markiplier Ego x GN!Reader

Warnings: Foreplay

Word Count: 1000+

The bed creaks slightly as he settles over you, lips and tongue still tangling with yours. One hand wanders in his hair while the other grips at the arm currently moving down your body. You're thoroughly distracted by the steady rolling of his hips against your thigh. He's seeking friction to relieve the ache in his cock.

His kisses trail along your jaw to your ear and down to your throat, stubble ticking your oversensitive skin. As he kisses lower- lips finding those sensitive little nubs on your chest, you feel his hand also moving lower, fingers tracing nonsense patterns over your navel which makes your muscles jump beneath the skin. He moves to deviate lower, fingers dipping beneath that waistband-

"Wait-" You speak without thought, snagging his wrist and moving your free leg as if to close yourself off.

To his credit, he immediately stops, looking up to you with nothing but concern in his warm eyes.

The realization of why you had him stop hits you, along with one of those pangs of deep, queasy embarrassment. Your face flushes with heat and you look away, debating on grabbing a pillow and hiding.

"What's wrong?" He sounds so worried, over something so stupid-

Your mouth opens and closes uselessly as you fumble to articulate the explanation he's asking for.

"Are we going too fast? Are you unsure-"

"I-" You take a deep, steadying breath. "I- … It- I dunno how to- explain-"

 He regards you for only a few seconds before he carefully cups your sex- only to pause when he feels modest wetness along the seam of your underwear. You're soaked, and he hasn’t even completely undressed you yet.

 That was not there the last time he cupped you through your underwear. Though it had been a few minutes, and he was distracted with undressing you, kissing you, the way those sinful little hands of yours wandered-

 You're already that turned on? That much?

 … It hits him like a brick wall. You're embarrassed.

 Oh. Well then.

 You squirm at the touch, actually hiding your face even as you gasp at how hard you feel his cock twitch, throbbing against your leg. Fuck. You’ve got it bad for him, don’t you?

 "Is that it, Darling?~" The man croons and you hate how it sends a stab of arousal into your gut. "Is my sweetheart embarrassed about how much they want me?"

 You whine loudly at that, turning to face him with an indignant glare. Yet, it dies when you see just how dark his eyes are, face twisted with lust. He palms you with intent now, moving just so, encouraging you to rock into his hand with more force.

 “Fuck, sweetheart. You’ve already soaked through your underwear, you’re so turned on. Do you need me that badly, baby?”

 With strain in your voice, you try to explain yourself. "... I- look- listen- I want this, and it’s- "

He doesn't give you the time, mouth finding yours again in a mind-numbing kiss. You mewl against his lips when he starts to stroke you properly, opening your legs wider and rocking your hips to get more friction. 

It is you who breaks the kiss this time to try and talk again, but a finger pressed to your lips quickly shushes you. He stops his ministrations temporarily to gently push you back further into the bed, stilling his own hips in favor of focusing on you. 

 “God, there’s no need to explain, I understand.” The man smiles that warm, teasing little smile he always seems to give you when you’re flustered like this. Yet now, it’s still shadowed by that new hunger. He adjusts to kneel between your legs, those big hands sliding up your thighs and gripping just a bit harder than before.

 “My Darling needs me.”

 You squirm again, but you don’t know if it is from being so flustered, or the want that’s coursing through your veins right now. Most likely it is both, but you’re tired of thinking at the moment. What you need right now is for him to fuck you.

You’ve needed it for months.

“You needn’t be embarrassed about this, sweet thing,” he murmurs, rubbing his knuckles against your sensitive flesh. “Though it is adorable that you are.” 

 You hiss as your hips buck up into it, half a mind to palm him through his pants to see how he likes getting teased like this. He seems to sense your growing ire and finally relents, gently hooking his thumbs into your waistband to draw them down.

Any retort you could have managed in this state wilts the instant he sees your sex, flushed and needy. He shudders, swallowing thickly, eyes darkening further as his pupils slowly dilate. 

“Such a desperate little thing, aren’t you Sweetheart? I haven’t even properly touched you yet, and you’re already so messy for me.”

You absolutely did not just make the noise that you did, hands fisting the sheets at your sides for lack of something better to do. What can you even do right now? What’s worse is that you see his cock twitch this time, constrained by the fabric of his pants. Shit.

 ... You need that in your mouth.

Those long, thick fingers of his finally touch you like you need him to, exploring what you have to offer. You gasp and at the new sensation, hips jerking weakly as you rock into his motions. He only hums in admiration, biting his lip as he concentrates on mapping this new territory that’s all his to learn.

 “Believe me, sweet thing…”, he trails off as he brings those fingers up, thoroughly coated in your slick. You stop breathing once he runs his tongue over the first digit and groans from the taste. The man makes it a show of cleaning his hand of your fluids, keeping that tense eye contact with you through the whole thing. You can’t look away, both mortified and so desperately turned on that you don’t know what to do with yourself.

 Finally, he grins, leaning in and licking his lips. 

 “I want this as much as you do. I’ve wanted it for just as long, if not longer.”

 Holy fuck, what did you get yourself into?

#my writing #smut #markiplier egos x reader #basically this can be interpreted as any of Mark's egos to an extent #drabble #1000 words #I hate this as always #gender neutral reader #gn!reader

[darkiplierxreader]

My apologies for not specifying the ego. Can you do Darkiplier for 30 from the angst prompts?

No problem!

Prompt: 30. “Did it ever occur to you that you’re hurting me too?”

Not My Intention

You couldn’t believe him. How could he hide this from you? He knew you loved him, and he loved you, but this changed… everything. “Darling-“ Dark’s hand reached out toward you and tried to speak but you cut him off, “How could you hide this from me?” You ask, confusion and betrayal laced in your voice.

Red and blue surrounded his body like an… aura of some sort, the sight otherworldly to you as his skin was now an ashy grey, his normal brown eyes a complete onyx black. “I thought I really knew you.” You said quietly.

His hand that was outstretched to you faltered a bit before it slowly fell back to his side. You two were in a strange place, nothing but endless black surrounding the both of you. You felt like the inky blackness would swallow you at any second. “You know I love you, so why?” You questioned.

“Why keep it from me that you’re a demon? I don’t understand. Were you never going to tell me?” You keep asking questions, making Dark frown. “I was doing it to protect you.” Dark responded.

“Protect me from what, Dark? Your own insecurities? You know I’d accept you for everything that you are.” Your anger was becoming increasingly prominent.

“To protect you from myself.” he answered, his hands clenching into gentle fists. “The last thing I’d ever want is you to be afraid of me.” he explained. You scoff at his response. “I didn’t want to risk ruining we have.” he added, taking a step toward you, but you took one back.

“Well did you ever even think about how I’d feel about you lying to me? Did it ever occur to you that you’re hurting me too, especially by keeping a secret like this from me?” You ask, your eyes slowly starting to gloss over with tears.

“I-“ he started and you just shook your head, “No. I don’t want to hear it. Please, just… I need time to think and I need space.” You say.

“Take me home.”

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[sardonic-the-writer]

anti & dark competing over who can please amab reader more?? :)

It's a unique situation that's for sure

How many other people can say that they've been bed by two hot headed demons trying to see who can please them more

Pretty much just you

Antis very rough and cocky. Is one hundred percent certain he's gonna win

Dark takes the calmer and more slow approach, taking his time and riling up Anti in the process

They pretty much just go to town making sure you can't walk for days. Intentionally and unintentionally of course

When you said that they had both tied for first, their response was

"Looks like we'll have to do a tie breaker"

Oop

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[lailakotori]

Masterlist (Canonxreader)

☂︎The umbrella academy

One-shot

Deep Down | Five (Coming soon…)

Headcanon

Five meet y/n’s brother | Yan!Five x Dumb!reader

Sparrow!reader | Yan!Diego x sparrow!reader

☯︎Markipiler Egos

One-shot

Coming soon…

Headcanon

Shy and talk least reader | Wilford x GN!Reader

Tomboy reader | Yancy x Tomboy!Fem!reader

Snake owner!Reader | Illinois x GN!Reader

Illinois is noir!mark’s grandchild | Illinois x GN!Reader

♕︎DreamSMP

One-shot

Coming soon…

Headcanon

Coming soon…

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[weirdlyhornyforegos]

Dust and Moonlight

MINORS DNI!! Perfect time to bring out this idea stuck in my notes for a year ;3 Directed at horny gang (but mostly @westanthewaterman​ and @sleeplessinspace​ ) and everyone that have joined the Illinois chaos (also funny sidenote; this was titled “revenge illy” for a bit ;3 )

Warnings/tags: handjob, fingering (reader receiving)

Wordcount: 2.1k+

By the time you and Illinois make it out of the caves, you’re sweaty and exhausted, covered in dust and just ready to set up your tents and sleep.

Or even, screw the tents, just sleeping right on the ground sounds tempting right about now. It’s a warm enough summer night to do so, you just might.

It’s dark out, but the moon lights up the surroundings well enough that you have no problem walking without any extra light.

You had both agreed to leave your stuff hidden away in some bushes next to the lake that the caves starts at, and not setting up anything in case someone else came.

You didn’t want to bring it into the caves while exploring, but at the same time you didn’t want it to be fully out and visible for anyone to see and steal.

Not that it was likely, since you were somewhere that could be the definition of bum fuck nowhere.

So as you walk over to the lake, you curse the fact that you will have to actually set up the tents before you can sleep, but you don’t want to do anything right now.

Kneeling down next to the lake, you scoop up some water to rinse at least some dust off your face.

You hear Illinois shuffle somewhere behind you, but you don’t pay it much mind until his steps goes past you. You look up, and is met with Illinois walking out into the lake, back turned to you.

His very bare back.

In fact, all of him is bare except his hat that is still on his head. You get a nice look at his naked ass before it disappears underneath the water.

You squeak and hide your face in your hands, hearing Illinois chuckle.

“Illinois!”

“What, the water is lovely. Nice temperature and easiest way to get all that dust off.” You look up and he has turned towards you.

The water comes up to just below his chest, but you can’t see much below that.

Not that you need to, what you can see is making your face feel warm enough. Illinois chuckles, surely noticing your gaze, but he doesn’t comment on that just yet.

“Come on, join me.” You’re tempted, for a few seconds you hesitate. “I promise the water is nice.”

“It’s not the water I’m worried about.”

“Aww, come one, I don’t bite.” Illinois winks, and you huff. It’s not him either, its honestly yourself. You have been able to control yourself and not fall for him, but being near a naked Illinois might be a bit too much.

But, you must admit, it would be nice with a swim.

So with a sigh you get up and start undressing, making Illinois grin smugly. You don’t comment on the fact the he watches you get undressed or that is sends heat traveling through you. But he comments on you leaving your underwear on.

“Aw shucks, not going to go skinny dipping with me?” You snort as you take your first few steps out into the water.

“Not everyone is an exhibitionist like you.”

“I am not, I just.... appreciate the natural beauty of our bodies.” You don’t answer that, but give him an unimpressed look as he winks again.

Bastard.

At least he hadn’t lied about the water. It feels nice, slightly cool against your heated skin, and you can almost feel the dust coming off you.

You keep a respectable distance between you the two of you as you lower yourself until only your head is above water. Closing your eyes, you can’t help the little content sigh that escapes you.

“See, told you.”

“Oh shut your trap.” Illinois just laughs, smug as always, and you find yourself smiling despite yourself.

Next there’s noise you can’t identify, and when you open your eyes you find Illinois’s hat floating on the surface alone.

You only manage to worry for a second before Illinois pops his head up right next to his hat, shaking his head to keep his hair out of his eyes and rid it of some water. The water runs down his chest, leaving only drops behind his tan chest.

He looks like one of those models from those shitty commercial that uses sex and hot people to sell less than subpar products.

Oh no.

Illinois catches you staring and this time he chooses to comment.

“Like what you see honey?” You look away, your face feeling like it’s on fire while you try not to put.

“No.” That’s perhaps the biggest lie you’ve ever told. You hear the water moving, a clear sign Illinois is not just standing still anymore, but you don’t look until there’s a hand on your jaw turning your head.

“Are you sure?” Illinois smile is soft, but also somehow smug. How he manages that you don’t know, but fuck him for it.

Or....

“I, ummm...” Illinois leans closer then, and you’re sure if you were the protagonist in a cheesy romance novel, you would faint right about now.

But you’re not, and you don’t, but you have to admit your knees do feel a little weaker.

“You know you can touch, and not just look if you like.” He takes on of your hand and places it on his chest. You have to resist the urge to just grab, instead you’re a little more refined, letting your fingers wander.

Illinois hums deep then, it’s almost a growl as your fingers brush against a nipple.

“There you go treasure.” You will deny to high heaven that you whine just then, but Illinois grins at you, looking for all intent and purposes like that cat that ate the canary.

His own hands come to rest as your waist, pulling you closer to him. You feel his hard cock rub against you, making your breath hitch as he also noses along your jaw.

“So pretty...” He places a kiss there, and now you grab the back of his head, knocking his hat off in the process, pulling him in harshly to so you can kiss him properly.

Lips against lips he makes a noise of surprise as you kiss him, but there is nothing slow with the way he returns the kiss. He only lets you have the upper hand for a few seconds, licking his way into your mouth with purpose.

You groan into the kiss as you feel his cock rub against the front of your underwear, you own arousal very much announcing its arrival deep in your guts.

Illinois breaks the kiss, but only so he can grab his hat from behind it, barely keeping it from sinking. As he goes to place it back on his own head, you tug at his hair.

“It will just be in the way.”

“Hm, I guess you got a point.” Seconds later the hat is placed on your head instead. It doesn’t quite fit right, but the smile that Illinois sends you makes you forget that instantly.

“Looking good honey.” Another wink, and he looks so handsome it should be stupid. A smug look on his face, water droplets covering his tan torso, the moonlight making him almost look eternal.

Fuck, you’re in bad, huh?

You pull him in for another kiss and he smiles into it, your tongue quickly coming out to meet his.

Your arousal soars as his hands move, one to grab at your ass, the other to rub against your underwear clad front. You whine into the kiss, moving against his hand.

The hand against your front is gone for the briefest of seconds before making it’s it way under your underwear, fingers dancing over your arousal. You whine, moving against his hand. Your hand in Illinois hair tugs his head back, making him break the kiss with a groan.

“Treasure...” His voice rumbles, and you keen against him, strangling your moan by biting his shoulder, hard. He grunts, but doesn’t stop moving his hand against you. “Fuck.” You soothe the bite mark now adoring his shoulder with your tongue.

He sounds so breathless, and the sound of it soars through your body. Now you’re the one that feels smug, making the normally so confident man sound like that.

And you haven’t even touched him yet.

But that changes as your hand moves between the two of you, coming to grasp his cock in your hands. Your fingers wrap around him, giving a light squeeze. He moans, and it sounds like the sweetest sound you have ever heard.

“Darlin’, you’re going to be the death of me.”

“Only if you stop touching me.” He squeezes your ass then

“Didn’t plan on stopping anytime soon.”

“Good.” You mutter against his neck. To be honest you have always wondered how his neck and shoulders would look with your bite-marks and hickeys on it, so you start on doing just that.

His neck is so open like this, your head in his hair keeping his head tilted back while your other hand works on his cock.

His hands working you over, one against in your underwear working over your arousal, while the other slides from your ass to rest one finger against your hole.

“Yessss.” You try to move down against his finger, but the angle isn’t the best.

But, taking advantage of the water around you, you jump up with no real effort, putting your legs around his waist.

You briefly have to let go if his cock to do so, but you don’t give him much of  break, your hand is back in seconds.

“Ahhh, there you go honey.” You hum against his neck as one finger enters you, starting on another hickey, making your breaths hitch in unison.

You feel slightly weightless like this, the water holding some of your weight, but you still considered it a show of strength on both your parts that the only holding in place is your legs around Illinois waist and his hands against your arousal and hole.

The water laps at you both, but you hardly pay it any mind as your hand works over his cock with one hand, the other keeping his head tilted back for you so you can make marks along his neck and shoulders.

The quite night is filled with the sounds of your shared moans. Your hand against his cock and mouth against his skin, his hands against your arousal and your hole.

At one point Illinois hits that bundle of nerves inside of you, making you shake with your next moan. His own corresponding moan is more of a laugh, though it changes as you thumb the head of his cock.

“Illinois, Illy, fuck!” You’re getting so close, every movement of his hands against your front and hole sending you closer and closer to the edge.

Illinois seems to be in much the same state, chanting your name right back at you, hands speeding up, determined to not be the first to cum, or at least to not let you fall behind.

Through some luck and skilled work from his fingers, you come first.

You shake apart with his hands on you, biting down hard as you come, making Illinois groan and come too.

You both keep stroking against the other until you’re both almost too sensitive, making you both shiver. Not from how cold the night air or water surrounding you both are, both how the other makes pleasure shoot up your spine.

You move from having your mouth solely on Illinois skin to give him a proper kiss, lips against lips. He exhales into it, his hands on your thighs now. Keeping you in place, since you don’t think you have the strength

“Thought we got into this lake to get clean.” You mutter against Illinois’s lips. He chuckles, kissing your cheek.

“Something like that, yes. But I can help you scrub clean if you’d like.” You know that tone, the utter tease he is.

“Think I can manage, but don’t you dare let go of my legs just yet.” If you thought he looked smug before, it was nothing compared to now.

“That good huh?”

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Don’t need to, you do it well enough for me.” You hit his chest as he laughs. You choose not to comment on how good he looks covered in the bite marks and hickeys you made, you don’t want to blow up his ego too much.

Though that might be a lost cause, but still.

Fuck, he looks too good as he kisses you again and start wading towards the shoreline of the lake.

He doesn’t let go of your legs until you’re on solid ground again, and that is only after you insist you need to at least find your sleeping bags.

You end up sleeping under the stars that night, to tired and sated to put up the tents.

After that night however, you end up only ever using one.

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[yummygender]

Domming Darkiplier

Domming Darkiplier was fairly easy to do. Well...for you, at least. You sat on the couch as Dark walked into the room. He was wearing a fluffy maid dress and a ballgag.

"Hello there. Are you going to behave?"

Dark closed the door and got on his knees, lifting his skirt to expose his white lacey panties that barely covered his locked up cock. You giggled as he whimpered softly.

"Aww...thank you for showing me your pathetic little cock."

He whimpered softly, lowering his skirt.

"Now turn around and prove to me that you spanked yourself like I asked."

Dark obeyed, lifting his skirt again, revealing his dark grey bottom. You stood up and walked towards him, grabbing a paddle.

"Grab your ankles."

He did so as you pulled down his underwear.

"Are you going to behave?"

Dark growled, earning a smack with the paddle. You continued the assault, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"How about now?"

He began to sob, tears falling to the ground.

"Shhh...it's ok...just take your spankings."

You gently rubbed his back as you finished paddling him. Dark purred softly once you finished as you pulled back up his panties and pulled down his skirt, gently rubbing his back.

"Stand up."

He obeyed, tears staining his cheeks. You motioned him to sit on your lap.

"Come here, kitten." You demanded, grabbed a wooden brush.

Dark obeyed, laying across your lap as you unhooked the ballgag.

"Now, I thought you liked spankings." You jeered, spanking his clothed bottom.

"I-I do! I just don't like it when master's mad at me."

You chuckled, softly tugging at his hair. He moaned, pulling his head softly.

"Oh, I'm over it, Kitten. Don't worry..." You cooed.

Dark moaned, wiggling his bottom.

"Please..."

"Aww...ok, Kitty." You cooed, lifting his skirt.

He purred as you continued to spank him, letting him scream, cry, and moan. You chuckled as you rubbed his back, soothing him.

"You want me to stop?"

"Y-yes please..."

"Ok. You did good." You commented, sitting him on your lap.

"Are you going to behave?"

"YES! I-I mean..yes, Master. I'll behave."

You chuckled as Dark wrapped his arms around your neck.

"Good Kitty..."

"C-can we cuddle?"

"Of course."

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[weed-gummy]

Found this gem

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[marcspectorstannie]

Pls for the love of God send me scenarios for this Yancy oneshot I'm begging, literally anyone

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