#Yancy x Wilford

[callmegkiddo]

Yanceford Angst/Fluff

-@wifywarfy

(Sending requests one by one)

Another request from the old man!

Aight, just cuz I feel petty, I'm doing fluff

You and your greasy ass are doing Wilford angst in your RP already with Father numero dos-

Soft rays of sunlight bleed through the blinds, waking up the ego from his slumber. His long locks of hair splayed out on the pillow like some sort of spider. Blinking his tired brown eyes, Yancy reaches out to his side for his lover. He feels nothing.

Shooting up, Yancy's eyes wide with alarm searching for any sign of Wilford. "Bubblegum?" the free bird calls out for his unusually bright partner. He pushes the covers off of him, letting the cool breaze of the AC hit his uncovered feet.

He shifts around the bed and gets off the soft mattress. His feet felt the cold wooden floor. He slips on his slippers and shuffles out of the room. Rubbing his eyes, he pushes past the cracked open door. His unkempt hair shadows his face as he walks to the shining lights of the living room.

Sitting on the couch were Bing and Yan, both of which were playing some Uno, with Sliver Shepard, Magnum, and Ed watching. Yan was busy watching Bing struggle to find the right card to counter her, but when she noticed Yancy, she happily waved at him. "Ohayōgozaimasu Yancy-kun!" everyone looked up and greeted the free bird a good morning.

Yancy chuckles under his tired breath, walking over he ruffles Yan's hair playfully. The teenager whines at this and swats his hand. "Mornin Yan... Do you know where Wilford is?" Yan giggles like a schoolgirl, already seeing through Yancy's tiredness. She points to the kitchen, "Yep, He's making pancakes!" Yancy sighs with relief and pats Yan on the head gratefully.

"Thanks, kid" "Don't go making out on the counter again!" Bing called out, his optics still focused on his hand of cards. Yancy blushes a tad, remembering exactly what Bing was talking about.

Scoffing the free bird flipped Bing off. And with that, he went to the kitchen.

Just as he took a step inside the confines of the kitchen, the sun flashed him in the eyes. He hisses in protest and covers his eyes, of course, the blinds were pulled back.

A soft gasp rang against the checkered tiles of the kitchen, Yancy looked up, still shielding his eyes. There was Wilford, with his bright pink mustache and pretty but also frilly beige apron. His eyes were wide with what looked like a dear caught in headlights.

Yancy smiles warmly, the sunlight reflected off of his sweetheart so perfectly....

Wilford blushes at the warm smile and pouts, "Don't just stand there! Help me beat this batter!" He protests at Yancy, waving at him to come closer. Yancy chuckled and shuffled over, he wraps his arms around Wilford's waist, letting his chin propped up on the ego's shoulder. "Pancakes?" He asks with a small smirk, his eyes studying Wilford's movements. The pink ego puffed his chest out, his eyes shining with pride, "Why of course! Aaand" He pulls out a bag of candy, "Choco chips!"

Yancy's smile grew as he sighed, nuzzling Wilford and planting a kiss on his forehead. The pink ego laughs wholeheartedly, his bashful grin shining in both of their memories.

They would never forget these moments, these domestic, and soft moments... Never...

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Prompt: Roleplay Relationships: Wilford Warfstache/Yancy Characters: Wilford Warfstache and Yancy Tags: Roleplay, Object Insertion, Anal Play, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Hand Jobs, Restraints TW: Consensual Noncon

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Iplier Egos Head Cannon - What Song in "Encanto" Did They Get Emotional During?

Darkiplier

Surface Pressure

Deep down he really does care about his “brothers”

He thinks he needs to keep up the tough guy act to make them think he isn’t afraid

He is

He REALLY is

He’s worried about the space/time continuum, keeping order, and making sure the ipliers’ existence stays a secret

He tries not to let the others see the tears that involuntarily start to fall as Louisa sings about her struggles as the strongest sister

Wilford

He probably heard all of the songs before watching the movie

He wouldn’t really cry for any of them in particular (feeling that he doesn’t necessarily relate to any of them)

However

He would look at certain egos to watch their reactions during different songs

He would notice the small things that happen and slowly learn more about his “brothers” based on the musical numbers and their lyrics

After the movie, he’d probably go and visit the egos that had the worst reactions (who got the most emotional or those who would straight up leave the room)

He did get a little bothered listening to “Dos Oruguitas” though

He didn’t get emotional per say

But watching Pedro die with the love song in the background kinda reminded him of when he lost Celine

Fortunately, he opted not to dwell on it too much

Actor

Waiting On A Miracle

This boy is INSECURE because of his breakup with Celine

Is he good enough?

Has he done enough?

Is he really worthy of anything?

He wants to be better

He wants his life to be better

But everything seems to slip through his fingers, coming back to resent him later on

He just wants someone to open their eyes and see that he’s worth their time, even if that person is Dark

Mirabel dancing on screen, singing about how she wished to be noticed as part of the family, made Actor tear up, wiping them away before someone could see them

Eventually, it got to be too much (especially seeing how Mirabel was pushed away by her family after trying to help them) and he left the room, using the excuse of getting more snacks

As soon as he entered the kitchen, he had a silent breakdown

Googleplier

Surface Pressure

I can’t really hear Louisa sing “I’m pretty sure I’m worthless if I can’t be of service” without thinking about Google and his first objective

Yes, his secondary objective is relatively important, but the first one is.. Well it’s his PRIMARY objective

If he can’t do anything other than hurt people, then what is the point of him being there?

His optics widen and his mechanical heart speeds up

“How do you feel?” survey pops up and he clicks on one

“I’m in this picture and I don’t like it”

Bingiplier

What Else Can I Do?

He’s imperfect

That’s all I really need to say, but I’ll continue

He’s always compared to Google and he knows deep down that he’s worth more than his search bar abilities

He doesn’t want to be perfect like Google

He just wants to be himself, which is hard when everyone is always doting on him for every mistake he makes

Isabella creating spiky plants and beautiful flowers in front of him makes his optics widen and he slowly smiles, feeling an odd mixture of happiness and sadness as he watches her accept her imperfections in spite of her family’s expectations

Dr. Iplier

He doesn’t really get emotional during the songs

However

When it’s revealed that Bruno has been shunned by his family because of his gift, he smiled sadly

“How unfortunate,” he thought, “for someone to be abandoned because of something uncontrollable and never be spoken of again for fear of taboo”

He’s seen patients in the hospital who never have anyone visit them

He always feels sad when he finds out that someone has been abandoned

He secretly makes trips to animal shelters for that reason, to visit the abandoned animals and give them some love

He gets happy again when Bruno is reunited with his loved ones who welcome him back with open arms

Yandereplier 

Dos Oruguitas

He wouldn’t relate to any of the English songs enough to have a real reaction

He gets emotional during certain parts of the movie because he recognizes a lot of what’s going on in the Madrigal family (Toxic family roles and stuff like that)

He feels bad for the characters (especially Mirabel and Bruno)

But when “Dos Oruguitas” starts playing and we find out the heartbreaking truth behind Abuelo Pedro’s death

WHOOOO BOY the tears start FLOWING

He hates to imagine the pain Abuela went through, losing the love of her life

Yandere, being a very romantic man, can’t stand the thought of his own senpai leaving him

Like, she’s everything to him!

He’d become very protective of her after watching this movie, afraid of anyone taking her away from him

He’s fine with the movie though, loves the music for the most part

Yancy

Friggin ALL OF THE SONGS

He loves music and finds each of them so amazing

He also kinda relates to each of the English sung songs in their own way (except “We Don’t Talk About Bruno”)

WOAM: The want to be extraordinary and help others

SP: The need to be the tough one and look out for his fellow prisoners and weaker “brothers”

WECAD: The want to live life how he wants without being the picture perfect civilian that the world wants him to be

He thinks very highly of this movie and loves it to bits

He does eventually become frustrated with how often “We Don’t Talk About Bruno” gets sung by people both online and in real life

Like, he gets that it’s a catchy song, but still, give it a break

Illinois

Waiting On A Miracle

Yes, Illinois is a special adventurous and flirtatious boy 

But not everything is really as it seems with him

His whole “Everyone falls in love with me” act is a facade

He’s trying to convince himself that he’s loved / cared about by someone

He took up adventuring to be different

To be a conversation starter

To be interesting so that somebody

ANYBODY

Would look his way and want to be around him 

After all..

He wasn’t special or cool enough growing up to have many / any friends

He sees way too much of himself in Mirabel and ends up leaving the group for a few minutes to cry in the bathroom

Engineer Mark

Waiting On A Miracle

What else needs to be said?

If given pictures of Engineer and Mirabel everyone would say they were the same image

Insecure

Feels unwanted

Wants to be impressive and help those around him with his talents and ideas

Hides behind a false persona of happiness

THEY

ARE

THE

SAME

PERSON

He’s close to leaving the room but stays put, activating his space helmet which is also soundproof so no one can see / hear him start to cry

Poor man can’t hear “Waiting On A Miracle” without having a breakdown

[leighsartworks216]

Markiplier Egos Masterlist

I have too many links on my main masterlist lol

Main Masterlist

AO3

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The Host

Please Stay - The Host x gn!reader

Warnings: hurt/comfort, lots of blood, wound descriptions, implied self-h*rm, awkwardness, just sorta the beginning stages of a crush so it's really cute

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Help - The Host x gn!reader

Warnings: hurt/comfort, depression, intrusive thoughts

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Friendship - The Host x gn!reader

Warnings: none

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Cuddles - The Host x gn!reader (platonic)

Warnings: swearing, anxiety, awkwardness

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“Did you sleep well?” Headcanons - The Host x gn!reader

Warnings: none

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Wilford Warfstache

Blanket Thief - Wilford x gn!reader

Warnings: none, just pure fluff

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Scary Movie Night - Wilford x gn!reader

Warnings: broken glass, panic attack, swearing, hurt/comfort but mostly fluff

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Wilf Welcoming You Back Home Headcanons - Wilford x gn!reader

Warnings: mentions of food and drink

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Yancy

Pet - Yancy x gn!reader

Warnings: swearing, reader is angy, bad accents

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Parole - Yancy x gn!reader

Warnings: cat

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My Handsome Guy - trans!Yancy x transmasc!reader

Warnings: dysphoria (not explicit), Yancy calls you “doll” in a gender neutral way, period stuff

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Breakfast - Yancy x gn!reader

Warnings: swearing, slight paranoia (?), slight abandonment issues

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Star-gazing - Yancy x gn!reader x Illinois

Warnings: none

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Solitary - Yancy x gn!reader

Warnings: panic attack, claustrophobia, swearing, hurt/comfort

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Hyperfixations - Yancy x autistic!gn!reader x Illinois

Warnings: slight swearing???, fluff

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Darkiplier

Just a Little Dark Drabble - Dark x gn!reader

Warnings: none

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A Thousand Awful Days - Dark x transmasc!reader

Warnings: dysphoria, swearing, fluff

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Overwhelmed - Part 2 - Dark x (implied) autistic!gn!reader

Warnings: overstimulation/sensory overload, being nonverbal, zoning out, swearing, can be read as platonic

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Damien and Dark ramble - Damien x gn!reader, Dark x gn!reader

Warnings: none

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Grief - Dark x gn!reader

Warnings: grieving, depression, loss of a pet

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Period Pains - Dark x AFAB!reader

Warnings: talk of period stuff that may cause dysphoria

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Trauma (Songfic) - Dark x DA!reader, Damien x DA!reader

Warnings: angst

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Birthday Wishes - Dark x DA!reader

Warnings: mentions of purgatory, fire/matches and a knife

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Dark Drabble - Dark x DA!reader

Warnings: none

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Just A Child - Dark & teenage!gn!reader (platonic)

Warnings: Actor is a creep (implied), hurt/comfort themes

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Panic Attack Comfort Headcanons - Dark x gn!reader

Warnings: panic attack (obvi), mostly fluff

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Pretty Boy - King!Dark x masc!reader

Warnings: things get a little spicy 😳

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Gone, I’m Gone (Songfic) - Dark/Damien x DA!reader

Warnings: explicit descriptions of blood, broken bones, starvation and dehydration, swearing, manipulation, extreme angst

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Papers (Songfic) - Dark/Damien x DA!reader

Warnings: Actor is an asshole, angst, hurt/no comfort, mentions of some events from WKM

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Illinois

Of Cowboys, Cave Ins, and Crushes - Illinois x gn!reader

Warnings: being trapped in a small area, death, minor injuries that are not explicitly described

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Partner - Illinois x gn!reader

Warnings: none

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Free of Charge - Illinois x gn!reader

Warnings: illness, swearing, hurt/comfort

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Reckless - Illinois x gn!reader

Warnings: death, blood, injury, swearing, ANGST

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Family Reunion - Illinois, no reader

Warnings: none

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Stay Safe - Illinois x gn!reader

Warnings: swearing

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Star-gazing - Illinois x gn!reader x Yancy

Warnings: none

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Careful Not To Fall In Love - Illinois & Indiana Jones

Warnings: none

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Hyperfixations - Illinois x autistic!gn!reader x Yancy

Warnings, slight swearing??, fluff

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Damien

Midnight, The Stars and You (Songfic Kinda) - Damien x fem!reader

Warnings: none

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Damien and Dark ramble - Damien x gn!reader, Dark x gn!reader

Warnings: none

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Trauma (Songfic) - Dark x DA!reader, Damien x DA!reader

Warnings: angst

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Gone, I’m Gone (Songfic) - Damien/Dark x DA!reader

Warnings: explicit descriptions of blood, broken bones, starvation and dehydration, swearing, manipulation, extreme angst

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Sodomy - Damien x male!DA!reader

Warnings: internalized homophobia, religious trauma, hinted emotionally abusive parents, sodomy laws

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Papers (Songfic) - Damien/Dark x DA!reader

Warnings: Actor is an asshole, angst, hurt/no comfort, mentions of some events from WKM

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Googleplier

Hug - Google x gn!reader

Warnings: none

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Reader Who Can’t Spell Headcanons - Google x gn!reader

Warnings: none

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First Kiss Headcanons - Google x gn!reader

Warnings: none

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ISWM

You’re Not The Captain AU

One - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six - Seven - Eight - Ficlet

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You’re Another Engineer AU

One

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Captain’s Log - Ficlet - Addition

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Dogs in Space Headcanons - ISWM Crew + Captain!reader (Slight Captaineer)

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Engineer Mark

Kiss It Better - Engineer Mark x gn!reader

Warnings: minor injury, but mostly just fluff

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Captain, My Captain - Engineer Mark x AFAB!reader

Warnings: period fic, cramps, swearing

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In My Solitude (Songfic) - Engineer Mark x gn!reader

Warnings: loneliness, depression, possible su*c*dal thought (written in red text just in case), death, heavy angst, maybe a little fluffy at the end but like a sad fluffy

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I Missed You - Engineer Mark x transmasc!reader

Warnings: being (unintentionally) misgendered

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#1 Captain - Engineer Mark x gn!reader

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort

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Your Captain - Engineer Mark x gn!reader

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, loss of identity, overworking

[otterlyinluv]

A touch of darkness (pt.2)

Here's part 1

Summary: What happened after the office incident OR in which Yancy tries to eat breakfast and Wilford becomes a matchmaker

Pairing: Darkiplier x DA!Reader

Tags: sfw, fluffy, jealous Dark, proximity, thunderstorm, comfort, confessions and realisations

A/N: I apologize for the long wait, I actually finished it earlier but I decided to scrap the last third and rewrite it completely- Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Word count: 2.9k

"So you like Mr. Doom and gloom, so what?"

You almost choked on the chocolate milk Wilford made you.

"No, that doesn't make sense. Nothing even happened. He just fixed my computer, and then I felt weird."

Wilford raised an eyebrow at you.

"My dear, you might not see it, but you look like a lovesick fool."

Your face started to feel warm.

"No, I do not! I came for advice, Wilford, but now I know I chose the wrong person." You stood up from the armchair, leaving the chocolate milk on the desk, when Wilford started to wave his arms around.

"Okay, okay, fine, I'll stop." He grabbed you by the shoulders and plopped you back on the armchair.

"Now," he said, no longer in the spot he was a second ago. His little teleporting shenanigans didn't bother you as much as they did during the first months of your stay at the mansion. Whenever he suddenly disappeared and reappeared at a completely different place, you'd always get a mini heart attack, which lead to him doing it even more frequently to mess with you. What you hadn't realized then was he did it only to get you used to things that weren’t exactly normal. Wilford was a good guy at heart even if his methods were a bit... unconventional.

"Since you don't believe me, we'll go about it in a different way." You turned around to where he was. He made you stand up from the chair and gripped your hands.

"Which thoughts race through your head like fluttering butterflies frolicking in a field when he’s with you? How does he make you feel in general?"

The corner of your mouth turned up at the metaphor, and you looked off into the distance. After the encounter in your office, you started bumping into each other far more frequently than before. Or maybe you noticed him more. And when you did see each other, his gaze seemed to linger on you a suspiciously long time. Whenever you made eye contact during meetings, you felt a flutter in your chest. A flutter you didn't feel with anyone else.

You looked at Wilford with a sense of epiphany. His eyes seemed to light up.

"Am I interrupting something?" Dark said, standing in the doorway, his arms crossed.

You ripped your hands from Wilfords'.

"Oh, Darkie. Why we were just having a lovely chat, nothing for you to worry about." Wilford drawled, putting his arm over your shoulder.

Dark's eyes darted to your shoulder, and his gaze hardened. The colored aura that surrounded him seemed to gain a more blue hue. It only lasted a couple of seconds before he rolled his neck.

"Excuse me." He suddenly ran off out of the room, his fists clenched.

You saw Wilford grinning out of the corner of your vision as he put his arm away from you.

"Wilford, what did you do?" You said, glaring at him.

"I just gave him a little push, that's all." 

--

You really wanted some cereal.

The mansion was pleasantly quiet because you liked to wake up earlier than everyone else. While listening to Illinois boast about all his adventures or Google try to subtly persuade you to grant him admin privileges was entertaining once in a while, it wasn't something you wanted to do first thing in the morning.

You were able to find your favorite brand of cereal, a spoon, and some milk. The only thing that was missing was a bowl. You looked into the cupboard where the bowls usually were, but there were none. You wondered who kept misplacing the contents of the cupboards and kept searching.

Still nothing.

You grabbed a chair to stand on so you could reach the cupboards that were higher up. You carefully stood up on it and opened the one closest to you. Finally!

Unfortunately for you, the bowls were on the top shelf. You huffed and stood on your tiptoes. After stretching your arm as far as you could, you were finally able to grab a suitable bow.

But you leaned back so suddenly you lost your balance. You flailed your arms in a futile attempt to regain stability. You mentally prepared yourself to come into contact with the cold hard floor when you felt someone grab your waist to support you.

You let out a relieved breath only to look down at the grey hands, which were now firmly holding you in place. The area which the hands were in contact with was completely devoid of color. You turned around to see Dark without his signature jacket, his eyes wide. You were frozen, but your skin burned where his hands were.

"You should be more careful. You would have fallen if I hadn't gotten to you in time."

You couldn't move. The only thing you felt was the oddly gentle hold he had on you. The bowl, which you were now holding safely, was the last of your worries.

"Still as clumsy as ever," he chuckled under his breath. His thumbs twitched, and you blinked at each other in realization of your compromising position.

He cleared his throat as he stepped back as if burned, removing his hands in the process. You carefully got down from the chair.

It was so quiet you could almost hear his aura crackle in the air like static.

"I, uh... Thank you for... that."

"You are welcome," he said quietly.

You were looking at the ground, your face strangely warm. Your gaze traveled to his shirt, the first two buttons undone, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His hands bordered with blue and red the hands that held you were now hanging at his sides.

You stared too long. You could feel him looking at you. You glanced at him.

He was looking straight at you. So intensely that you felt like he could see directly into your soul. So expressively, his eyes seemed more brown than black.

He took a shuddering breath.

"Is youse making cereal? Leave some for me!" Your head jolted to Yancy standing in the doorway.

Dark snapped out of whatever trance he was in and promptly left the room with no parting words.

"Woah, what got him so worked up?" Yancy walked to you as you looked at the door, deep in thought.

"I'd like to know that too."

--

After having finished your perfect bowl of cereal, it was back to sitting in your tiny office. Normally, it wouldn't be that big of a deal. Nothing special, just you sitting behind your desk working at your computer. Except you weren't. You couldn't.

Not when whenever you closed your eyes, you could remember Dark standing over you so clearly. Your little... encounter happened a few weeks ago, yet you still couldn't focus properly while you were here. It took you at least half an hour to distract yourself enough to at least start working. It was frustrating, but there wasn't much you could do. Talk to him about it when he has most likely forgotten about it already? Yeah, sure.

Now that you thought about it, there was something else that was making you unfocused today. Why did Dark look like he wanted to murder Wilford when he was just being touchy as usual?

And this morning... He just caught you out of politeness so you wouldn't fall flat on your face. Or maybe he just didn't want you to break the bowl. You didn't allow yourself to even consider the possibility that maybe he didn't want to see you hurt. And the way his hands stayed on your waist just a few seconds more... Boy, did you forget how to talk then.

Maybe you were looking into it too much. Sure, he was nicer than before, but he could simply be more comfortable with you. As a friend. Yeah, that must be it.

Satisfied with your thinking session, you were ready to get to work.

Your concentration was disturbed by the sound of your door opening, followed by a thud of something heavy being dumped in, and then the door immediately slammed shut again.

You looked up from your computer to a sight you never would have expected - Dark rapping at the door, violently shaking the door handle.

"Now Damie, remember what I told you. If you want something, go get it!" Wilford slurred, his voice muffled by the door.

"Wilford, open the door this instant, or I swear I will kill you. I am serious."

"Oh, promises, promises. Focus your energy on the important things!" Wilford's voice faded away as he supposedly walked away from the door.

"That insufferable..." he mumbled to himself, turning around.

His clothes were wrinkled as if someone tried to physically push him into the room but was met with resistance. You couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it all.

"Uhm, welcome, I guess."

He sighed. "Hi."

"So, what happened for you to end up here of all places?" You leaned on your arm. It might have been an unexpected situation, but that didn't mean you weren't going to enjoy it. Dark, on the other side, seemed really determined to fulfill his promise to Wilford. "When Wil sets his mind to something, nothing can stop him. Not even me." He tried to open the door to emphasize his point, and as expected, it didn't budge.

"Can you not get out by... other means?" You never really knew how his powers worked. And you doubted he would tell you even if you did ask.

"No. I don't know how he did it, but he managed to completely lock me out -" He looked around. "-or in. Technically."

As his eyes surveyed the room, you realized how small it was. It was enough for you, but Dark seemed to fill a big part of the room just with the colored aura that surrounded him. Come to think of it, why was he standing so far away from where you were?

"Well, I'm guessing we're going to be here for some time, so why don't we sit down somewhere more comfortable?" You pointed to a light brown sofa leaning against a wall. His eyes followed your hand to the middle-sized sofa. You winced. You didn't want to make it awkward for him to sit down there alone, but maybe he would rather you didn't sit with him. Why didn't you just ask him what he wanted in the first place-

He simply nodded and sat on the sofa. Having no other choice, you plopped down next to him.

Small raindrops started hitting the window.

You turned to say something to fill the silence at the same time as he did, which resulted in you looking away from each other. He let out the quietest chuckle, and you couldn't help yourself but do the same.

"You can go first." Dark said.

"Ah, it wasn't anything specific, just that the rain is getting stronger." You expected him to simply nod and direct the topic somewhere else. Instead, he looked over to the window. The rain was now strong enough to be audible if you were both quiet, which is what was happening now. Dark looked as if he was observing the rain. As if simply the fact you told him about it gave it value.

"It indeed is."

After a couple of seconds, he took a breath. "I've never noticed how small this office is."

"You're right, but I like it. It makes it feel cozy. It also holds memories more easily. " In fact, your brain was recalling a rather specific memory involving him. But you doubted he would be thinking of that.

"Well, I'm glad. The area carries a certain air that only you have."

"Oh, and what might that be?" You smirked.

"Comfort. Something you want to return to and treasure every moment spent with."

You stared at him wide-eyed.

"Ah, I said too much, didn't I? Forgive me." He looked to the door.

You were touched by how highly he thought of you. Yet there was an unspoken implication in his statement.

Thunder rang out.

You flinched and crashed into Dark. His arms shot out, cradling you against him.

"Are you alright?"

You squeezed your eyes closed as you tried to focus on your breathing.

"I... I'm just scared of thunder. The sound..." You trailed off, heart beating rapidly in your chest.

His hold on you tightened as he gently moved your head to the crook of his neck. He rubbed his hand across your back in soothing motions with a soft "Shh" every couple of seconds. You let him hold you until you eventually stopped shaking like a leaf in the wind.

That's when you realized what a compromising position you were in and stared at him in shock.

"I apologize, I overstepped." He frowned, untangling his hands from you.

As soon as you felt the absence of him, you realized.

"I don't mind." You said, and his face visibly relaxed. "I actually don't mind a lot of things when it comes to you. Simply being with you is... nice."

He let out a quiet laugh. You wished you could put the sound in a bottle. "You're just saying that because we are stuck together."

You laughed and let out a rebuttal.

Minutes passed with other witty remarks, and before you could realize, the brief rainstorm had completely passed. You were confused that you hadn't heard another thunder since there had to have been at least one. But you had gotten too involved in Dark's quips to notice the sound. Dark cracking jokes... now that was something you would have never imagined.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Dark asked, leaning his head on his arm.

"What?"

"You were staring at me without saying anything for a while now, so I figured you had something interesting going on in that brain of yours."

Heat rushed into your cheeks. You didn't realize you had been looking right at him.

You cleared your throat and saw him smiling out of the corner of your eye. "I was just wondering," you smiled back, "do you often run away?"

Dark quickly turned his head away in shame.

"First, it was when I was talking with Wilford. You came in and then suddenly excused yourself. Then, this morning, too... What's going on? Did I do something?"

He sighed. "No, no, you didn't do anything. It's me." He added quietly.

"How so?"

He responded after a couple of seconds. "I am afraid that if I tell you, a lot of things might change... between us." The look in his dark eyes was earnest, almost nostalgic.

Oh.

Oh.

You pondered upon his statement for a few seconds. "Does change always have to be bad?"

As soon as you said the sentence, you were hit with a sense of deja vu. You felt like you've said it before, but how?

In tandem with your confusion, a slight shock spread on his features. As if in a trance, you put your hand on his cheek. Looking him up and down, you studied his features. There was nothing different from what you've come to know. Why were you expecting to see something else?

Your fingers moved on your own in a caress.

His eyes fluttered shut. You traced over his forehead, moving to his cheekbones when you ended up near his lips. Features oh so familiar like you knew them for years. Now that his eyes were closed, he seemed different. At peace. So close.

He opened his eyes, and there it was again. The two of you in your office. The proximity close enough to feel electrifying. None of you said anything as a decision hung in the air. But only up until his onyx-like eyes flicked from your own to your lips.

He smiled. "Would it be foolish of me to say I want to kiss you right now?"

And you answered by leaning in.

You let yourselves be entangled by the sheer amount of emotion as your lips brushed against each other. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you even closer like he wanted to drown himself in you. You basked in the softness of your embrace, finally feeling as if everything has fallen into place.

He pulled away as you tried to catch your breath.

"So beautiful." He whispered, tenderly tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

Before you could respond, he went right back in. Not that you minded, of course.

No sooner than a minute had passed were you interrupted by your office door swinging open.

"Glad to see you've finally figured yourselves out! Now, if we could-" Wilford's voice was cut off as Dark slammed the door with a motion of his hand.

He brushed his hair away from his face and turned back to you.

"It did look like he needed something." You gazed at the door pensively.

"I am sure he did, but," he smoothed out your shirt, "I do believe you don't want anyone seeing you like this."

You tried to keep from laughing as you regarded his own disheveled appearance. "You're not too neat either, Sir 'Irons his shirts every morning'."

He rolled his eyes but smiled at you regardless. Getting up from the couch, he held out his hand, which you accepted, and headed to whatever wacky escapade Wilford was up to this time.

[theknightmarket]

The Astral Also available on AO3

[Act 1] Pick Your Poison Scene 1 Scene 2 Scene 3 Scene 4 Scene 5 Scene 6 Scene 7 Scene 8 Scene 9 Scene 10 Scene 11 Scene 12

[Thank you so much for reading! For reference, any scenes written small are a part of a specific event, and scenes in normal size are stand-alone, and scenes written in italics are yet to be written]

[groven4]

Markiplier Egos with an Asexual DA / Viewer

a/n: I decided to write this specifically as you coming out to them after you've already been dating for a while so it'd be different enough from the Aro hcs thing I already did. We cool with that? Alright.

WILFORD WARFSTACHE

Like I've already said, he doesn't care what your sexuality/gender is, he's immediately accepting of you and your identity.

That really doesn't change if you're dating.

Boundaries can take a lot of getting used to for him; he's a very physically affectionate kind of person.

He tries his best tho and always apologizes if he realizes he's touching you in a way that you've said makes you uncomfortable.

There's really not much else to it, things just continue as normal.

DARKIPLIER

Doesn't care. (supportive)

It really doesn't affect your relationship at all.

He doesn't usually like people touching him apart from specific circumstances with those he trusts, so boundaries aren't really an issue.

Again, not much left to say.

GOOGLEPLIER

He'd probably recite the definition of asexual except it's like the one for reproduction.

He's not being a dick for once though, he's just genuinely confused.

After explaining it to him, he finds the right definition and is kinda just like: "...Oh yeah, me too."

BINGIPLIER

"...Like a plant?"

Yeah, he doesn't get it at first either.

"Ooohhhhh! Same, brah. Same."

ACTOR

I can't not see him as a little aphobic before the events of wkm, but considering he's now lived for over like a hundred years or something, he outta be a little less ignorant now.

I mean, he might not fully get it at first still, but he'd try his best to for you.

He'd never force you into something you're uncomfortable with like that anyway. If you really don't wanna have sex, he's not gonna throw a hissy fit over it. (even tho that does feel like a very actor mark thing to do)

Just remember to assure him that it has nothing to do with him specifically or it's gonna make him insecure. He's a narcissist, the love of his life not finding him attractive is gonna make an impact.

Very respectful about your boundaries despite being a touchy kinda person. If you're not okay with certain kinds of touches, just let him know.

Overall, it might take a bit for him to adapt, but his effort is at least endearing.

YANCY

As previously mentioned, he'll most likely already be familiar with it due to his very inclusive friend group.

He's at least knowledgeable enough to know that asexuality is a spectrum, so he'd probably ask you to explain what flavor of it you happen to be.

Very supportive!

He's never really felt like he needs sex in a relationship anyway.

He's honestly just happy you gave him enough of a shot to wanna be friends let alone date him.

Would stab an aphobe for you<3

ILLINOIS

Honestly surprised at first, he had no idea that was even a thing.

He's totally okay with it of course! He just didn't know you could have a relationship where sex isn't like...mandatory.

Similarly relieved as I've described before when you explain it to him. It's a welcomed change to be sure.

He'll hold back on flirtatious comments if they make you uncomfortable.

Tries his best to respect your boundaries. He feels lonely if you don't cuddle him at night tho.

Sexual intimacy has become something he dreads with meaningful relationships. He likes getting to focus more of his time on you as a person, making sure you feel loved, and just treasuring your time together.

Overall really supportive.

HEAD ENGINEER

A little awkward around the topic of sex I imagine.

Mostly cus you're still the captain so power dynamics and all that.

You're already risking a lot just by being together romantically, that kind of workplace relationship could definitely get you both in some hot water. No matter how temptingly scandalous it can seem.

This was basically the stuff that first came to mind once you told him and he almost felt relieved because of it. I mean, that's certainly a headache you shouldn't have to risk dealing with now.

Outside of logistic nonsense, he's very supportive all around.

Like I've said, he can sometimes overcompensate when it comes to boundaries, so assurance helps if that's not something that bothers you.

He came up with this like dorky way of quantifying things where basically he says any energy he'd put into sex he instead puts into cuddling you twice as much and- just- yeah-

MURDOCK

Very calm and reassuring if he sees you were anxious while telling him.

Even if you weren't he's pretty chill about it.

Every action of his is typically very calculated no matter the situation, even if in more of a purposely sporadic kind of way. So needless to say, he's pretty good about boundaries.

I mean, if you're in the middle of making a quick get away and end up having to get uncomfortably close to hide or something, that can't really be helped, but yk. (he'd make it up to you later anyway, probably something dinner related)

[gaymingintrovert]

Her so I have a request for you and it's not full on smut so ig you could call it spicy lmao. Also love your work, you're awesome. Here we go. a kinda headcanon thingy for the Iplier egos with g/n reader. And like they haven't really said "I love you" to each other yet and the first time y/n says it is in the middle of doing "The Dirty". like what do you think their reaction is gonna be hehe. It's up to you which egos are included but I really want Damien content so yeah lol

Ok so I had been writing this but my tumblr decided to delete it. Here I go again-

And here’s to adding egos I just forgot to add to my request list

Warnings for light NSFW and cursing

Damien

- oh this sweetheart

- he just…stops

- and cuddles you

- you could be fucking and he’d just be like “my rose said they love me!” and will proceed to stop everything to cuddle you

- it’s kind of adorable but maybe slightly annoying depending on how you feel

Y/N: “I love you!”

Damien, immediately stopping to hold you close: “I love you too, darling.” kissing you softly

Eric Derekson

- sweetheart number 2

- he just starts blushing

- y’all could be making out and one of you pinned down but as soon as you tell him you love him he’s a bright red

- he just goes 0////////0

- it’s adorable

Y/N: “I love you!”

Eric, suddenly blushing: “Y-y-you do?”

Dr. Iplier

- this motherfucker (affectionate)

- he’ll figure out how to fluster you

- he’ll just pull you closer and kiss you more

Y/N: “I love you!”

Dr. Iplier, pulling you closer: “I love you too!”

Google

- confusion

- he knows it’s good but still is confused

- he gets really happy though

- he does break for a second while processing, but then goes back to kissing you, holding you closer than before

Y/N: “I love you!”

Google, pausing for a second: “I love you too.” proceeds to pull you closer

Engineer Mark

- this adorable fucker (affectionate)

- he’d get so happy

- this sweetheart just forgets that you’re fucking

- very similar to Damien

Illinois

- oh this suave boy

- guy gets so smug

Y/N: “I love you!”

Illinois, smirking: “I know, darlin.”

- definitely has a praise kink

Yancy

- oh my sweet angel boy

- he gets so emotional and gentle

Y/N: “I love you.”

Yancy, immediately happy: “I love youse too!”

- he proceeds to treat you like you’re a precious gem

Darkiplier

- unsurprisingly similar to Damien

- suddenly gets very sweet and holds you

- his ringing all but stops

Y/N: “I love you.”

Dark, much more gentle now: “I love you too, my dear.”

- overall very sweet

Wilford

- this man is So Silly

- he just starts bouncing excitedly and twirls you around

Y/N: “I love you!”

Wilford, picking you up: “I love you too, gumdrop!”

- energetic boy

[faeriescorpio]

Top 5 MarckCU characters and why along with ur fav series so far? :000

The Host - I just think he's neat. We don't have much of him personality wise that isnt fanon rather than canon but I adore him anyway. I've done wayyy too much self-shipping when it comes to the Host. I think we would hate each other but sometimes its fun to be black for someone, to use the homestuck terminology. Kinda guy who I would get into a fistfight with and then we would sit down and watch a movie together.

Head Engineer Mark - I am an insecure hopeless romantic so when we got a guy who would die a million times for us and never think a bad thought about us I adored him immediately. Then he DID turn on us and I was soooo distraught. Then he realized it was all his fault and when back to practically worshipping us. The Captain could've turned EVIL and KILLED EVERYONE at the end of ISWM 2 and our head engineer would never stray from our side. He is Obsessed. I should continue my fic where the Captain goes insane but Mark sticks by our side.

Darkiplier - Imagine a guy(?) who is obsessed with us. Yes, yes, head engineer Mark, I know. Now imagine the OTHER guy. When ADWM first came out I watched it and my first ending was the chocolate ice cream. i was genuinely afraid of darkiplier. like i had nightmares. WKM definitely changed my attitude about this guy.

Yancy - Arguably one of the top 4 most emotionally aware egos. I need more of him. I would stay in prison for him but I would also break him OUT of prison. He dances AND he sings.

those four were EASY choices for me but oohhhh who would I add to this list? Jim? Last year I would've said Google or Yandere. If it's MarkCU in general I'd say Mack. I hate Mack. I love Mack. I want to bite him. I want him to become increasingly concerned for my well-being.

WAIT OMG How could I have forgotten. Stan the Water Man. Stan is my number five no shot. I loved those videos but since he's in Space he's part of the MarkCU so Stan the Water Man. I was about to say Jim but Stan is a lot like Jim I can't explain it.

Fav series: I cannot deny the effort and beauty put into ISWM 1 and 2, or the emotional pull of WKM. The superb acting of WMLW. The fun of ADWM. I think I was most hype for ISWM, I watch WKM the most, but my favorite series was A Heist With Markiplier. My first ending was on Caveman Mat's island, and I about burst into tears when Mark pulled us out of the ocean after the storm. I really love choose-you-own-adventures, and ISWM's all-choices-lead-to-the-same-ending kind of takes a bit of fun out of it. So Heist is my favorite.

[gaymingwriter]

Masterlist and Requests

Requests temporarily closed!

Some of this will change, so please check before requesting!

Will write x reader for:

Markiplier Egos/Lore:

Darkiplier

Damien

Wilford Warfstache

Yancy

Illinois

Eric Derekson

Googleplier

Bing

Dr. Iplier

Actor Mark (this includes ADWM and AHWM Mark unless specifically requested for them to be different people)

Engineer Mark

Celci F. Kelvina

Mack (Engineer, Crewmate, Dictator)

Celine

Possibly more in the future

Septic Egos:

Jameson Jackson

Chase Brody

Antisepticeye (both original and current)

Marvin the Magnificent

Henrik

Other:

North Star/Starlo (Undertale Yellow)

Will write ships for:

Markiplier (several, ask for specifics)

I write SFW only

Masterlist

Some can’t fit here and are linked in a separate list

* = On my main account before I moved writing here

X Reader:

Eric x Kind!Captain*

Mack x Captain With Plushies (Headcanons)*

Mack x Captain (Sign Language)*

[weirdlyhornyforegos]

Kinktober day 14 - gloryhole

MINORS DNI!!!! Day 14 of Kinktober is: glory hole - multiple (in order: Actor, Eric, Wilford & Yancy, Illinois) x amab reader. Sooooo self indulgent :3

Also posted on AO3 Kinktober masterlist is here

Wordcount: 2.8k+

Tags/warnings: gloryhole (ass out variety), objectification, butt plug, sex toys, orgasm denial, spanking, rimming, reader called hole, cum marking, humiliation, bruising, slight dumbification

As you settle on your stomach on the table covered in a soft padding, or rather the high bench, some part of you feel ridiculous, but also very, very hot.

Your ass and legs being the only thing visible for whoever might walk into the room, makes your cock hard between your legs.

The plug you had put in after prepping yourself at home also helps, and you can’t help feel a little nervous and expectant as you push the button on your side of the wall that will light up the green light outside of the door of the room you find yourself in. You rest your head on your arms as you wait.

It doesn’t take many minutes before you hear the door open and close. A few steps before a hand strokes over your ass, slow and almost absentmindedly. You’re sure whoever it is is reading the little whiteboard that hangs on the wall just to the side of you, the board that states likes and dislikes, and a few other things.

“So a fresh hole, hm?” You nod, forgetting for a moment that he can’t see you. But it seems he’s not waiting for an answer, as his hands on your ass spreads your cheeks, fingers brushing against the plug that rests snugly inside of you.

“At least you prepped, I do hate when some holes think they shouldn’t.” You hear rustling, and for a moment you wonder if he’s going to take a condom from the side table that has them, among a few sex toys and lube.

It’s clear to you that he doesn’t take a condom when you feel a leaking cock rub against your ass, making you grind your hips back against him. You also feel a faint brush of soft fabric, you would guess... a silk robe?

You’re not given much time to dwell on your guess, as the plug in your ass is pulled out, discarded to wherever the man feels like. Three lubed fingers (when had he even done that?) dips inside of you, pushing and prodding, feeling around for how stretched out you are. You moan, your dick twitching as the man fucks you with his fingers.

“Someone has been smart.” His tone is bordering on sing-songy, and you’ve quickly realised this man likes to hear himself talk. Not that you really mind, cause his voice is nice.

His fingers leave you, but are quickly replaced with his cock pushing inside of you. You groan in unison, and his hands on your hips drags you against him as he bottoms out.

“So tight, and perfect around my cock.” He just grinds his hips against your ass, keeping himself inside of you. You push back against him, making him chuckle.

“So impatient, but alright then.” He draws almost all the way out, the thrust right back in with force. You moan, the motion sending sparks out arousal to your cock, making it leak as you start to get fucked in earnest.

The man is brutal with his pace, and every time he hits your prostate, which causes you to moan loudly and lose your rhythm as you push yourself back on him, he chuckles or laughs.

“Such a pretty and fuckable ass, made to take it.” He squeezes your ass hard, and without warning, you find yourself being filled with warm cum. You let out a little noise of surprise, but it feels so nice.

The man is panting, quiet as he pulls himself out of you. Before you can react, your plug is at your hole again and pushed inside, effectively trapping his cum inside of you. Your mouth falls open, panting as you’ve yet to cum.

“Good little holes keep what they’re given.”

You feel a hand on your cock, but any thought of cumming is quickly squashed when you feel the cock ring being placed on you. You whine, and the man laughs.

“Oh don’t you start, you were the one that put orgasm denial on your whiteboard.” His voice is smug, the words delivered with a smack to your ass. It makes you jump, but the slight sting is soothed somewhat as a hand rubs over the stinging skin.

“And now there’s only one thing missing.” You don’t even have time to ask for what, because seconds later there is the sound of a marker uncapping, and you feel a line drawn just over your left ass cheek.

“There you go!” Voice still smug, there’s another smack to your ass before retreating steps, and the door opening and closing.

----

You’re not left alone for long, as the door opens and closes again just minutes later.

The steps in the room are a lot more hesitant, and whoever entered doesn’t immediately touch you.

“He-He-Hello?”

“Um, hi?”

“Uh uh, I- I- I.....” He trails off, clearly nervous by his tone and how you can hear him shift on his feet. “I- I don’t know what to do.” You can’t help but smile, he sounds cute, despite the nervousness.

“Well, the idea is that you can do almost anything really. Fuck me, finger me, suck me off, all up to you really, just look at my whiteboard first though.”

“Oh! Yeah, the b-board!” Silence for a few moments, and you shift on your feet, feeling the plug shift too, keeping the cum from your previous... visitor inside of you. You startle as a light touch caresses it, drawing in a sharp breath. The touch disappears as quickly as it appeared.

“Shi- shit, I’m sorry!”

“No, no, don’t be, you just surprised me, that’s all. In a good way.” A soft, barely audible ‘oh’, and then the touch returns. You hum, wiggling your ass a little to give a show.

“I’m Eric by the way.” It’s whispered, but you hear him, so you offer up a name in an equally low whisper.

Eric doesn’t say anything else, but his touch keeps going, fingers pushing and prodding at your plug. It’s not much, but it keeps the thrum of the arousal in your body constant and warm.

His fingers leave you for a moment, and you hear a bottle of lube uncapping. You’re surprised when you don’t feel any lube brush anywhere against you.

Instead you hear the unmistakable noise of Eric jerking off as his fingers return to your plug.

This time he grabs the base, pulling it out a bit so your hole stretches just before the widest part before he pushes it back in. You moan, loving the feeling of the stretch, and seemingly emboldened by your noise and reactions, Eric starts to fuck you with the plug as he jerks himself off. 

You hear him shuffle closer, and you feel his knuckles every so often brush against your ass he brings himself closer and closer to the edge. He draws moans and groans as the plug is thrusted in and out of you in a matching pace with his hands.

When Eric comes, it’s with a groan of the name you gave him as he spills over your ass, coating you in sticky and warm cum. The plug stops, and he lets it slip fully inside of you again as he catches his breath.

“Fuckkkk, your ass looked so good, I- I- just couldn’t help myself.” You can’t see it, but you can imagine a blush spreading over his face, even though he sounds a lot more confident now than when he first entered the room. Case in point, you feel another line drawn on your cheek, you think right next to the first one.

“Thank y-you.” A gentle pat on your ass, then Eric leaves you alone.

----

Not that you’re left alone for long, as the door is thrown open, making you jump as it smacks against the wall.

“Wilford, there’s no need for youse to break things.”

“Oh but isn’t that half the fun? Besides, the only thing we are going to break is that ass in front of us.” The smack to your backside makes you yelp, and Wilford giggles, while the other man sighs, evidently closing the door with a light click.

“Youse said youse were goin’ to show me some true fun, and no offense, but this looks like just another ass.”

“But there’s where you’re wrong Yancy, my old chap, this is not just any ol’ ass! This ass is ours to use as we please, and so is their hole and cock! Within limits of course.” You hear a nail tap against the whiteboard, and a few moments of silence follows.

Then your plug is pulled out, discarded as you feel the head of a cock push against your hole and strong hands hold your hips.

“Ours to use as we please, huh?” Yancy speaks, and then his cock is buried to the hilt in one smooth motion. You and Yancy groan in unison, and you clench around him.

“See, there you go, you got the spirit!” You can hear the grin on Wilford’s face, and somehow it’s infectious, even as Yancy starts fucking you in earnest. You try to hold onto the bench you’re laying on so you can push back against him, but it’s hard with the quick pace Yancy sets.

So you end up more or less holding on for dear life as Yancy pumps his cock into you, filling and stretching your hole so nicely. It’s making your head spin and cock throb, and if not for the cock-ring, you would have cum.

Suddenly though, there are another set of hands on your hips, and Yancy slows down his pace.

“What are youse doin?”

“You prepped before leaving home like I told you to, yes?”

“Yeah, but I don’t see why that matter, I’m the one fuckin���, not - FUCK!” Yancy startles forward, his hold on your hips tightening so much that you know it will leave bruises.

“Give a guy some warnin’, would ya?”

“Like the one you gave the ass you’re currently inside of?” Wilford teases, and Yancy huffs.

“That’s different.”

“Oh, how so?”

“They’re just for us to use as we please, youse said it yourself. A hole to be fucked.”

“And aren’t you just for me to use?” Wilford ruts forward, causing Yancy to grind against you with a moan. “Maybe I have half a mind to put you in one of these rooms, you are a good hole, and do have a rather lovely ass after all.”

Before Yancy can answer, Wilford smacks your ass and his in tandem, making Yancy startle and his hips to twitch against you. You curse yourself inside of your own head, because if it weren’t for you putting orgasm denial on your board, you could have cum just listening to the two of them talk like you were just to be used.

And put up like this you certainly are, a fact you remind Yancy of as you clench around his cock, making the man moan. Wilford chuckles, two strong thumbs coming to press down on the dip of your tailbone.

“Feeling good are we?” You’re not sure who he is talking to, but it doesn’t matter as he starts to fuck Yancy, which in turn makes Yancy fuck into you.

It’s so hot, so unbelievably hot, and though the pace isn’t as quick as before, your body feels like it’s on fire.

Arousal flows in an never ending stream through you as you listen to the sounds of Wilford fucking Yancy and Yancy fucking you. It’s wet, almost embarrassingly so, but in the best way that makes your nerves sing.

You don’t know how long it’s kept up for, but with how Yancy’s cock every so often hits your prostate, you’re reduced to whimpers and babbling as Yancy starts warning Wilford he’s about to come.

“Good, cum. Cum and fill this nice little hole up like they deserve, and I will fill you up like you deserve.” You hear Yancy keen, and then he’s filling you up, his cum mixing with the man from your first encounter. Wilford doesn’t feel far behind, as just a few thrusts later Yancy stills completely inside of you, and Wilford groans loudly.

A few breathless minutes as nobody moves, then you’re empty for a moment before the plug is filling you up again. You whine, wiggling your hips, but they are stilled with strong hands as you feel two more lines being drawn on your ass cheek.

“Not quite yet, but soon you’ll get to, hole.” Wilford knows exactly what you want, but doesn’t give it to you, just delivering a last smack to your ass before he and Yancy leaves.

------

Again, you’re not left alone for long, and as the door opens this time, you’re greeted with someone whistling a melody that you don’t recognize.

What is familiar however, is the long whistle the man lets out as the door closes and he looks at you.

“Well, aren’t you a sight?” You wiggle your hips, words no longer important. It seems to get the message across though, as two calloused hands spread your cheeks, massaging them.

“Such a good looking mess.....” A thumb brushes against the base of your plug, pushing against it, your hips rutting against nothing at the action.

“Well, better get you cleaned up.” You hear movement behind you, and seconds later there is a tongue licking over your ass. You gasp, not at all expecting that. A deep chuckle, and then your plug is removed once more. This time you feel cum start to leak out of you almost immediately, though the tongue of the man behind you is quick to lap it up.

You whimper, your thighs shaking as the tongue works over you, switching between short and quick licks, to broad and slow strokes of his tongue. The tip of it dips inside your hole, and though you try to grind yourself against his face, strong hands prevent you from moving more than what he wants.

As his tongue keeps working you over rather thoroughly, a hand shifts from your hip to your cock, giving a few slow strokes. You almost cry with pleasure, it feels so good, but you can’t cum with the cock ring on.

The tongue licks over every inch of skin he can reach, his hand working in tandem to push your arousal to even higher heights than you thought possible, at least without coming.

Fingers brush against the cock ring, which seems to give him pause. Then with skilled fingers, the cock ring is gone in seconds.

It takes two strokes and one long lick before you spill all over his hand, coming with a loud cry. You think you hear him chuckle, but you can’t really be sure as noise fills your head and white fills your vision for a moment. You’ve never cum so hard on your life, you swear you can see stars dancing around your head, and the fact that he keeps working you over through it only adds to the intensity of it all.

Only when you start to shiver and whimper with oversensitivity does he pull his mouth and hand away, though he doesn’t go far, his cock making its way inside of your ass just seconds later.

You keep whimpering, but he just hushes you, fucking into you at a mercifully slow pace.

“Don’t you worry about a thing, I’m just going to chase my own high this time around.” He keeps his thrusts shallow, almost just grinding against you more than anything. You just lay there, taking it like you were set up to do, moans low and guttural as he drags his cock against sensitive nerves.

By the time he cums, you’re not hard yet, but you’re not far from it, and him filling you up doesn’t deter you at all. If anything, it just pushes your cock that little further along, especially as you feel the fifth line being made on your ass as you’re plugged back up.

“There you go, all nice and presentable... ish.” You hear the grin, and can’t help but smile as you hear him take up the whistling again as he leaves the room.

You push the button to turn your light yellow, grabbing one of the bottles of water on your side of the wall. You lean on your elbows, chugging half before slowing down, drinking the rest at a slower pace.

Taking stock of yourself after drinking, you feel a pleasant amount of full and used, but not quite enough. Feeling a little insatiable, you want more.

So, you put down your now empty bottle, and push the button and turn your light green again, and for the next few minutes you lie and wait for whoever chooses to use you next.

[ratt-teeth]

Smile!

Something cute for @artsytj-97 ‘s high school AU! Drawing Wil without his mustache felt sacrilegious, but I’m committed to this bit.

Veronica really is out here being the only one who wears her uniform properly

[ephiesoul]

⭐️Choose your President⭐️

❤️🤍💙 Markiplier Edition ❤️🤍💙

❤️ Stage One

⭐️ Round 1 Bingiplier vs Googleplier

Voting Closed - Here | Results - Here

⭐️ Round 2 Author vs Actor Mark

Voting Closed - Here | Results - Here

⭐️ Round 3 Eric vs Stan

Voting Closed - Here | Results - Here

⭐️ Round 4 Wilford vs Bim

Voting Closed - Here | Results - Here

⭐️ Round 5 Heehoo vs Necromancer

Voting Closed - Here | Results - Here

⭐️ Round 6 Jim vs Dr. Iplier

Voting Closed - Here | Results - Here

⭐️ Round 7 Engineer vs Camp Mark

Voting Closed - Here | Results - Here

⭐️ Round 8 Bill vs Darkiplier

Voting Closed - Here | Results - Here

⭐️ Round 9 Host vs Illinois

Voting Closed - Here | Results - Here

⭐️ Round 10 Night vs Yancy

Cast your Votes - Here | Results - TBA

⭐️ Round 11 Noir Mark vs Murdock

Cast your Votes - Here | Results: TBA

⭐️ Round 12 coming soon..

List of Presidential candidates- Here

⭐️ Bing Bonus Questions

What trait matters most in a President? Here

Bingiplier vs Actor bonus round - Here

Bing vs Actor results - Here

(Voting available on Tumblr, Instagram & X)

[creat0r-cat]

Iplier Egos x Reader HCs - Pregnancy HCs

Warning: LONG

Darkiplier

Well received

He’s happy to hear that you’re pregnant

Heck, he’s elated (but he won’t show it in front of the other egos cause edgy boss ego gotta keep his image)

More than willing to provide you with everything you need during your nine months

He can give you anything ;)

Isn’t really bothered by weird stuff like your cravings or increased/decrease in affection

Wilford throws you two a gender reveal party during your 5th month (Dark isn’t really one for parties but goes along with it for you)

You two are having a girl!

Dark starts to read books about how to keep boys away from his little girl (for the future)

Occasionally, if you two are cuddling, he’ll place his hands on your swollen belly and smile while nuzzling you lovingly

Is with you throughout the entire pregnancy (or as much as he can be)

Will hold your hand and whisper words of encouragement during labor

“It’s okay, darling. It’s almost over.”

“You said that three hours ago!”

“... I’m trying to help you.”

After an exhausting 16 hours of labor, you’re finally finished and the wails of a baby can be heard throughout the room

He’ll deny it, but Dark shed a few tears while holding his newborn daughter

Her name, decided by the both of you, was Celine Iplier

Wilford

WHAATTTTTTT

REALLY????

Happy mans

Jumping for joy and running around telling everyone he can find that he’s gonna be a dad

You find it adorable

Lots of kisses :3

He doesn’t mind your cravings and 9 out of 10 times he will try any weird concoctions you come up with

Is very impatient when it comes to finding out the sex of the baby

The egos make him wait an entire extra month to find out 

Bing and Google work together to throw the gender reveal party

Bing comes up with the idea to make him wait even more by making the inside of the cake blue and pink, the reveal balloons white, and more stuff like that

Wilford looks like he’s going to explode into glitter

Suddenly, Eric nervously comes forward wearing a pink Hawaiian shirt

“C-cong-gratulations.. I-it’s-s a g-girl.”

Chaos ensues

Key word: excitement

Likes to talk about dancing with his little girl when she’s old enough

It brings a smile to your face whenever he has these sweet lil’ gushes of happiness

He was doing an interview when you went into labor

Dr. Iplier began helping you through your labor pains and instructs Google to contact Wilford

Your husband teleports into the room in a panic

“Don’t worry, honey, I’ve gotcha!”

He happily holds his daughter, Willow Warfstache, in his arms quite a few hours afterward

“Wilford? Are you crying?”

“No, I’ve just got something in my eyes.”

“Oh yeah, like what?”

“TEARS!”

Actor

He just stares at you

“What did you just say?”

You repeat the news and he blinks, processing the information

“P-pregnant? Like, we’re going to have a kid?”

You confirm his question, now feeling very nervous

He is looking everywhere but at you, not being able to speak properly

“Y-you.. I.. we.. w-what..” 

With a sigh, he turns away and starts to leave

You call after him but he tells you he needs time to think

He doesn’t come to speak to you for a few hours

You’re in the living room of the mansion, a fire crackling in the fireplace while you read a book, trying to take your mind off of things

He walks in and sees you there and, after taking a deep breath, he goes to talk to you

“(Y/n).. darling.” 

“I’ve made up my mind, Mark, and I'm telling you now. I’m keeping this baby, whether you want them or not. I don’t care if you won’t want me around, but-”

He sits next to you, kissing you gently on the cheek and you turn to look at him

“That’s the thing, my dear. We’re going to be a family. I’m going to be with you every step of the way. I love you, and I’m going to take care of you and our baby.”

He meant it

He honestly did a pretty good job of it too

Sure he had a few things to gripe about, but he kept his word

You two don’t have a gender reveal party and instead keep to yourselves (for the time being)

Surprise! You’re having a little boy!

Has doctors come to the mansion when you go into labor

He’s starting to tear up and he’s more than happy to hold his son for the first time

“I never thought I could be so happy..”

Five years later, Actor is in a meeting with the other egos when there is a knock at the door

Google goes to answer when it suddenly opens and a little boy runs into the room

“Daddy! Daddy!”

Actor is shocked as (Y/n) quickly comes into the room, looking embarrassed

“S-sorry, we were going to surprise you when the meeting was over. David Iplier, I told you to stay in the hallway.”

Actor ruffles the boy’s hair, “It’s okay. I was definitely surprised.”

Just then they realized how silent the room was until Wilford let out a loud, “YOU HAVE A KID?!”

“Yes I do.” confirmed your husband, getting up and walking to the exit, “The meeting was basically over anyway so I’ll be taking my leave. Buh-bye!”

He took you and your son by the hand and departed, leaving behind a conference room full of shocked and confused looking egos

Dr. Iplier

Is very surprised but takes it well

“You really are full of surprises, aren’t you, (Y/n)?”

Honestly, he’s very excited and tells a few people at the hospital he works at as well as a few other egos

Being a doctor, he knows just what to expect from the pregnancy and, while he can’t always be home to take care of you (he does have a job after all), he does try his best to do what he can

Constantly checking up on you to make sure you feel okay

He’s the one to do the ultrasound on you and you can see his eyes sparkle when he sees his child for the first time

During the fourth month (when you can slightly begin seeing what sex the child is), he happily tells you that you’re having a boy

When one of the egos (probably Wilford but who knows) asks if they know yet, he’ll tell that ego about his son with a smile

Surprise, not surprise, he’s actually the one to deliver his own child

He was at work when an ambulance rushed in with you on a stretcher, obviously in labor

His eyes go wide and he runs to your side, grabbing your hand and giving you a quick kiss on the forehead

“It’ll be okay, (Y/n). Just breathe and get ready to push.”

The labor lasted around ten hours but it was worth it

Dr. Iplier was the first to hold his little boy and he was so incredibly happy

“He’s perfect, (Y/n).. thank you..”

“What do you think his name should be?”

“How about.. Liam? Liam Ipier.”

Google

Very surprised and confused

He wasn’t aware that he could get you pregnant

Yes, he knew he was very much like a human, but not THAT much

He does realize that the timing checks out though and knows that you wouldn’t lie to him about something so important

He’s happy and is sure to tell you that

He is also happy to do what you ask in order to make the pregnancy easier for you

Primary objectives are: 

- 1) To answer questions as quickly as possible 

- 2) To take care of his wife and future child

- 3) To destroy mankind (he has determined that this objective needs to be put on hold and possibly terminated though that last part’s still up for debate)

Will go with you to every doctor’s appointment and makes sure you feel okay

There are some very difficult parts of the three trimesters specifically when the baby is developing their more human-like parts

These complications were very much obvious during the third ultrasound

“It seems,” said Dr. Iplier in confusion, “that your child has some metal growing on her skin. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen before.”

Yup! You and Google are going to be the proud parents of a little cyborg girl

By the way, Google is now 100% sure that the child is his because of this discovery

However, due to the fact that your daughter is part metal, it was pre-determined that she would have to be taken out via a c-section rather than a natural birth

It was just safer that way

When the time came and you went into labor, after a few minutes of waiting in the operating room, some surgeons came and introduced to the world a beautiful baby girl

Google smiled as he held his daughter in his arms for the first time and you watched his reaction from your bed with a smile

She was very small and had small plates of metal that were visible on both of her cheeks and on her upper arms

“Hey Google?”

*ping*

“How does the name ‘Eve’ sound for your daughter”

“I think it’s perfect, my dear.”

Bing

I doubt the baby was planned but he’s happy to be a father anyway

Secretly he’s wondering if he’s actually able to get you pregnant but whatever he has a feeling the kid is his…. somehow..?

Tries his best to provide for you when you need things but probably ends up needing help from the other egos for a few things

Tries to act more mature at the doctor’s office when you go for checkups and ultrasounds

He likes to cuddle you and especially kiss your stomach

“Just givin’ the baby some love. Can’t have them feeling left out.”

Like in Google’s HC, there are some complications and you two find out that the kid is a cyborg

Bing’s happy when you two discover as well that you’re having a little boy

“We can name him Bing Jr. and I can teach him how to skateboard!” He told you excitedly

You secretly doubt you’ll end up calling your son Bing Jr. but decide to let your husband dream before a final decision is made

Well the decision comes faster than you two originally thought because you went into labor three weeks early

Your son is born via a c-section prematurely and while he is put in an incubation chamber in your hospital room, you and Bing are very worried but believe that he’ll be alright

“Hang in there little buddy.” Bing says softly, putting his hand up to the clear wall that contained his son

As he said that, the little boy opened his eyes and began to softly cry

The doctor informed the two of you that he would have asthma, as his lungs weren’t completely developed when he was born, but that he had a very good chance of survival

When you all were finally able to leave about a month later, Bing was the one to come out of the hospital with little Bing Jr. in his arms

Yancy

PANIC

“Y-youse is pregnant?? Oh gosh, what will I tell Mr. Murderslaughter?” 

He’s starting to hyperventilate and you hold him tight, calming him down after a few minutes

Yancy knew that he had already gotten special permission in the past to get married to you, his now wife, outside of the prison and in a Church, but this would probably not fly

Don’t get him wrong, as he tells you, he wants the kid

He really wants the kid (he had secretly wanted to be a father for a long time), but he’s worried about how the other prisoners and especially Mr. Murderslaugter would think if they found out

You assure him that everything will be alright and you both nervously go to the warden’s office and tell him the big news

There was a large moment of silence before he orders you both into separate solitary confinement cells

You both spend around 24 hours there before you’re both ordered back to the warden’s office

Mr. Muderslaughter tells you that, while he is a bit upset that you and Yancy did that, realizes that this will be a learning experience for all of them should this happen again, whether it be through you or someone else

So, soon everyone knows the big news and everyone is actually willing to help out

A surprising amount of the other prisoners are fans of babies

Unfortunately, prison food couldn’t quell all of your cravings but you put up with it

Yancy, who was happy to hear all of the encouragement from his fellow inmates, was happy to help you around as your belly grew

He was certainly fascinated when the baby started kicking

“I think they're gonna be either a fighter or a dancer. What’da think, sweetheart?”

Surprisingly enough, your child went over their due date by three days before you went into labor

It was a long and painful twelve hours before your son was born

Yancy couldn’t hold back tears as he held the little boy who slept quietly in his arms

“He’s… so handsome.”

You giggled tiredly, “Yup, just like his father.”

Yancy smiled at you before his looked at his son again

“(Y/n)? Could we maybe name him Clifton?”

“May I ask why? I’m not saying no, m’just curious.”

“It.. Clifton was my dad’s name. I think it suits the lil’ guy.”

You couldn’t help but smile and as you looked at the sleeping child, you realized that he was right

“Clifton.. Yeah I like that name too.”

Illinois

He has very conflicting thoughts on the matter

Yes, he’s happy he’s going to be a dad, but that means he would have to temporarily (if not permanently) give up treasure hunting

“Darling, will this affect how I do my work? I mean, I can’t exactly go exploring with a baby.”

“That’s what you’re worried about?” 

You’re a little hurt that his mind is elsewhere in regards to your big news, but honestly you should’ve seen it coming

Illinois looks sad, “With you being pregnant, I can’t just take you with me because something could happen to you and thus the baby.”

You frown sadly but then discuss a compromise with him

He can go treasure hunting by himself until you’re either five or six months pregnant then he has to come home (to LA where the two of you bought a house for when you’re not adventuring) and stay there until I’m well enough to take care of our kid on our own

He was hesitant at first but then took the deal

So yeah, he was gone for the first six months of your pregnancy, but he did make sure to call to make sure that you were okay

You told him unfortunately that you personally might have to retire from treasure hunting to be a stay-at-home mom and while he looked kinda sad about it, agreed that it was a logical decision

On a happier note, you told him that you found out that you two were going to have a daughter

He’s honestly very excited about that (he never knew he could be so happy about something like that)

When he comes back home, he’s pleasantly surprised by the sight of his VERY pregnant wife fast asleep on the living room couch

He can’t help but smile as he goes and gently wakes you up with a soft kiss

He keeps his word and stays with you for the next three months and is there with you when you go into labor

It was a tough 16 hours before your little girl was born and Illinois found himself on the verge of tears as he held his daughter

“She’s so beautiful..”

“So, what do you think her name should be?”

Illinois thought about it for a minute before responding

“Crystal. We met because of one, and now we’re closer because of one.”

You couldn’t help but smile as he passed the little girl to you and you kissed her softly on the forehead

“I like the sound of that.”

Engineer

PANIC

His mind is racing as he stares at you in shock

“I got the Captain pregnant I got the Captain pregnant I got the Captain pregnant”

Yes, he knows the two of you are married, there’s no issue with that, but YOU’RE PREGNANT???

“C-captain.. I-I don’t know what to say.”

“Say you’ll help me raise this kid. They’re yours too.”

“Y-yup! That works!”

It was quite the surprise when it was announced six months later for everyone to hear

You and Mark had been on the low, you personally doing a lot of work at the home you and Mark shared on the colonization planet in order to not stress yourself out

However, someone (Gunther) found out when he came over for a surprise visit to see Mark and ended up seeing you working from a laptop

Gunther was about to say high when the then noticed the casual clothes that clothed your swollen belly

Yeah, Mark told him to not say anything as you two were trying not to make a big deal over it, but he ended up telling everyone

A doctor from the Invincible II had been checking up on you for the past few months and told you both earlier on that you would be having a little boy

When you finally went into labor, a c-section had to be done because the umbilical cord was wrapped around the baby’s neck

Mark was very frightened when he found out but you reassured him that it would be okay, as the doctors knew what they were doing

When you two were presented with your new child, Mark started crying happy tears and he hugged you who held your little boy

“I can’t believe I got so lucky.. To have such a beautiful family..” He whimpered as you kissed away his tears

“Do you want to hold him?”

He did and when he held his son, Daniel Iplier, he smiled shakily and kissed the baby on the forehead

“I love you two… so much..”

[zee-stars]

Reader and egos as love tropes

So basically I looked up love tropes and I'm gonna be writting the egos that I think fit into them :)

Rivals:

I'm thinking like Actor Mark after the events of WKM and like you guys go for each others throats but you were in love with him before WKM and you still kinda are.

Maybe also Dark but not so much in my brain.

God x worshiper:

Obviously god of night. He is literally a god and you are his worshiper. Do I even need to say more??

Has a dark side × loves them anaway:

Obviously Dark. Like you were there for WKM and after the events you always find a way to go back to him because you love him but he thinks you shouldnt cause hes evil and you're like "stfu"

Dumbasses in love:

Wilford x reader%

I think this one fits it perfectly. There is not much else to write about it. Just when I think of this trope that is exactly what I think about.

Sunshine x sunshine protecter:

Yancy x reader and probably Dark x reader.

I feel like for Yancy it could go either you being the sunshine or him being the sunshine I think it works both ways.

For dark he is definitely the sunshine protector. I can just imagine you're talking to someone and hes just standing behind you giving them a death glare.

Super cocky × tried not to fall for them but did anyways:

Illinois x reader. Man is so cocky. Like Imagine you are trying so hard not to think about him and his stupid smile or about how much you would love for him to hold you that you try to avoid him during adventures. He catches on to why its happening and then one day he just like kisses you or something idk. Idk about you guys but if that happened to me I'd just about die.

Friends to lovers:

Yancy x reader, Damien x reader, Head engineer x reader. I think this fits so many egos but these are my top three. Like when you first meet them you guys get along really well and become best friends but eventually you both catch yourselves falling for the other. Then you guys get together and you are the happiest ever.

Second chance:

Tbh I love this idea with Dark. Like Imagine you and Damien you're together or married if you would. But then everything goes down in WKM and you lose him. A while later you run into Dark and you instantly see Damien in him. At first Dark is against starting anything with you but he has Damiens heart and his heart calls for you so you start dating Dark and maybe get married again, if you will.

Fake Dating:

Damien x reader. This is before WKM. Imagine he is sick and tired of people trying to hook him up with their daughters or whatever at parties and one day he says he has a wife. Many people are shocked and they start bugging him about it. They ask for his wife's name and he says your name by mistake. They say that next party he has to bring you so now hes trying to explain what happened to you. You agree to be his fake wife for the night. You both have an amazing night and at the end of the night as he is bringing you home he starts confessing and stuff and then you kiss him.

Flirt x oblivious:

Illinois x reader. He is very flirty but you are kinda dumb and just don't pick up on it. He literally would say he loves you and you're just like "I love you too!" But he can tell that you mean it in a platonic way. Eventually when you confess to him this is how it goes.

"Look, I've liked you for so long but I was scared that you didnt feel the same way"

"I LITERALLY HAVE BEEN FLIRTING WITH YOU FOR MONTHS"

"Friends do that"

"I SAID I LOVED YOU"

"Friends do that"

"what about that one time when we were walking through a narrow path and we almost kissed while you were pressed against me?"

"Okay maybe friends dont do that..."

Overthinker x never thinks:

Head engineer Mark x reader. Let's be honest. There is not a single thought going on in Head engineer Mark's head. With the captain on the other hand thinks to much. There is not a single second that they aren't thinking about something. Especially when they think about something going wrong with the ship. Luckily for Mark the captain is there to think for the both of them.

"You do realize that it's not supposed to be like that?"

"What do you mean? Was it not always like that??"

Talks x listens:

Head engineer Mark x reader. Kinda goes back to the last one. I feel like there are many times that the captain and Mark are together and he will just be rambling.

"Oh, I'm sorrry captain, I dont mean to be a bother with my rambling."

"No, I want to know why you hope the new plant has a beautiful sky."

Long distance:

Yancy x reader. I'm thinking like during iswm. Reader is up in space doing Captain stuff and they miss Yancy so much. They told him that they were going to space camp cause they didnt want to explain what was actually going on. In case he started to worry. But they found a way to still keep in contact and write letters. It was tough not getting to see him in person but they knew when they got home Yancy would be able to come with them.

Temporarily one sided:

I feel like this one could fit many egos but I like Yacny x reader the most.

So you stayed in the prison with him and you guys were really close. You shared a cell and spent all day with each other. You had fallen for Yancy. It was easy too. He was clingy in a good way and always made you feel heard and comfortable. You didnt know how to tell him. He didn't realize you're feelings and he didn't recognize his at first. He didn't think it was love. He didnt really know what love was cause he had been starved of it for so long. Tiny helped him figure out and after awhile he told you.

Fell first x fell harder:

This but with Damien.

You and Damien were very close. He was you childhood best friend and now you worked by his side. His crush on you definitely started around you guy's teen years. Mark and William definitely teased him for it and Celine tried to convince him to tell you. But he never did. Around the time you guys graduated high school, you started to fall for him. You were completely smitten by him. Confused by how you went this long without noticing. It was hard to keep it in, so you told Celine.

"Omg finally. Tell him. He is in love with you and has been for years!"

After you did and you guys got together it was easy to tell that you were completely in love with him. You're guy's friends (Will and Mark) teased you by saying you were worse then Damien. It was true. You fell so hard for that man. (We all did. He's so pretty)

Workaholic x clingy:

I think this one fits Damien x reader and head engineer Mark x reader.

For Damien he is the workaholic and you are clingy. Like he'll come home from work and be like "I have work to do."

"Is it due tomorrow?"

"No."

"Then we can take a nap first."

And if the work is do tomorrow you'll but wrap up in his lap while he gets it done. Usually you fall asleep while he's working and he'll carry you to bed after.

For head engineer Mark you are the workaholic and he is clingy. You can not get work done around him. Especially if it's late at night. He will beg you to go to bed with him or pay attention to him and if that doesnt work he will pick you up and carry you to bed or away from your work.

That is all of them. I plan on writting actual stories for some of them so expect that. If there is any that you just want me to write let me know and I probably will if I wasn't already planning on doing it. Also I found the best photo of Damien earlier and I want to share it with you.

ISN'T HE BEAUTIFUL!!!!! I WANT TO GIVE THIS MAN THE BIGGEST SMOOCH!! God I love him so much.

[peachyloveswriting]

Can I also have prompt #s 2, 3, & 45 w/ Dark?

Office hours

(Darkiplier X reader)

Prompts:

#45 “I think I’m in love with you.”

#3 “Could this even work between us…?”

#2 “You are quite interesting.”

Summary: after living at the manor for so long, the Ego's are very fond of your presence, In fact, if you were to leave it probably would be a bad idea. Luckily, Dark has something in mind that might make you stay.

Tags: hints of angst, mostly just tension.

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Night glimmers in the sky overhead. A time in which mortals sleep through it's dark beauty, completely unaware of those that use it as their time to thrive. The dangers that lurk in the shadows and the old ghosts that stake their lives in a mansion of echoes. Tonight, the Iplier Manor is quiet. The egos are at ease, for now. Host is shut in his room, his typewriter filling the air. Dr.iplier is busy with Illinois, he's been sick all week. Engineer is visiting New York. Yancy is at work, being the only one who can sustain a job other than yourself. Noir is out doing detective work.

After 'In Space With Markiplier' the egos have been slowly returning to normal. At least as normal as it can get considering who else lives within these walls. It's never a boring day when Wilford's around. It definitely special when Dark makes an appearance. 'It's rare to catch him out of his office' everyone says. Your encounters with the monochrome demon definitely isn't rare. He frequents your path often. Occasionally he even stops to talk to you usually asking about your day. Quite contrary to the regal, uptight, and powerful person people say he is. He's sweet, soft-spoken, and polite with you. He's much of a shut in, however, his office door never being open. You can always here muffled music coming from inside. It's not hard rock, in fact, it's more classical than anything and not Beethoven.

Tonight, as you push open your bedroom door and step out into the dimly lit hall, your met with the floor lit up next to your room. Originally you were stationed next to his office to keep you in check. They never moved you. Softly shutting the door, you peek over at the source of light. Strangely enough, his music is louder and more clear than usual. Finally seeing the door, your breath hitches at the sight. Light spills across the wooden floor from his office. His music swims through the manor, pulling your closer. Such a secretive and quiet man leaving his cavern open for anyone to see.

Deep and smooth humming enters your ears tempting you to peek into his office. Your teeth bite your lip so hard it feels as through blood could spill at any moment. It's like you've committed a crime just by letting the thought enter your head, yet, his humming lures your forward. Placing a hand against the wall to steady yourself you ease forward. Your heart beats wildly in your chest as you creep closer and closer to seeing him. Inside is lavish, there's a shelf of records along with a record player in the corner. The walls are lined with questionable paintings, each reminds you of his true grim nature. Shivers lip at your spine. Hanging from a coat hanger is his dark grey blazer. Your breath hitches in your throat, the image of him without his full outfit makes you wonder just when he looks like. Relaxed, without the pressure of being so high-standing and important. The thought of him leaned back in his chair, his feet propped up on the desk with the tie around his neck loosened and the first few buttons of his shirt exposing his toned chest.

Heat gathers in your face as you spot the edge of his desk. It's clean polished oak and It's dark finish indicating it's rather expensive with it's intricate details. On top of it's smooth finish is a small lamp, the only light source in the room. There's a small stack of books from Host's library on the edge. Each page is worn from the outside edges, Host is always complaining about how hard it is to collect paper books in good condition. Realizing the humming stopped, you suck in a breath. There's no other noises over the music, none that you can hear.

"You are quite interesting." Dark says from behind you. A shiver rides up your spine as you cover your mouth with your hands. Your eyes are open wide and your breathing is scarce as you turn around. His cologne fills your smell as you lay your eyes on him. He stands with his hands in his pant pockets. His tie is nowhere to be seen and the top few buttons of his shirt are undone. Tonight, he's very loose. His seemingly up tight demeanor melted away.

"Spying on me?" He asks. Your heart pounds in your ears as you lower your hands, waving them defensively. "No, this. I'm..this isn't what it looks like. I swear." You stammer. Dark raises a thick brow. His stern glare makes you sweat, your hands plucking helplessly at the end on your shirt. He's looking you up and down as if you inspect you. Abruptly, he cuts the silence with a knife. A low, deep, laugh falling from his lips. His shoulders shake with heavy laugh, his eyes are closed and you can see what looks like a hint of red on his grey complexion. "You should see you face." He says after he's calmed from his fit.

Hot and ashamed, you look away. Your eyes glue themselves to the floor. Nervously rubbing your hands together you hum. As if your soul and willpower we're crushed in the safe go, you feel deflated and powerless against him. A cold hand grabs your chin, forcing you to look at Dark. "I'm only joking dear,"--his hand falls from your face and moves to open the door--"come in. I wouldn't mind a companion right now." He offers.

Pushing the burning feeling in your chest away, you nod in agreement. Dark's ice cold gaze is suddenly warm as he smiles at you, welcoming you into his office. The overly warm actions leave you confused, the cold grip of his hand on your face still lingering even as you touch it in awe. Pushing open the door he gestures for you to step in. As you do, he closes the door behind him. Stepping around you, Dark smiles. You look around is surprise. His office is mostly wood themed with it's occasional splash of red here and there. It's much smaller than expected, but it's comfy. With the books and records lining the walls, you feel relaxation wash over you.

"It took a lot of work to make it mine." He says. There's a glee in his eyes as he smiles up at you from where he sits in his chair. His feet are propped on on the desk and his hands are neatly folded over his abdomen. There's small wrinkles in the edges of his eyes from smiling at you; it's just uncanny. Lifting a hand he points to one to two chairs in front of his desk. "Have a seat, get comfy. I won't bite." His eyes glimmer as you settle into the small, red, plush cushion. Something about him seems overly delighted to have you here. Coincidentally, part of you is over the moon that he wants you here. Being in the same room with his is electrifying for Christ sake. In a way it's forbidden, or it feels that way. A human and a demon, it's unheard of.

"if you'd like to leave it won't make me upset you know." Dark says softly. Distracted, you raise your brows. Being unaware of how uncomfortable you look it's hard to understand why he would offer that to you. "No. It's fine,"--sucking in a breath, you roll the words around in your head--"don't want to go anyway." Dark watches you intently and nods his head in response. "Oh, of course. I'm glad." Taking his feet from the desk, he sits up and scoots forward to rest his elbows on the desk. "I was going to come and get you earlier but you came to me." He admits.

Confused, you furrow your brows. "You were?" There could be any number of reasons why. Maybe an update, a report, an approval of trust, yet the answer is so unclear. And for the first time, Dark begins to fidget. Picking at one of the buttons on his shirt, he hums. A distant look falls over him, it hard to decipher what this means. You don't know him well enough. The others say he has outburst when you step the wrong way, it's best to keep your distance yet he pulls you in closer. Looking from behind you his eyes finally meet yours.

"You've been an amazing addition to mine and the Ego's lives. Everyone and I agree that you're worthy of staying with us for however long you'd like." His mouth is agape as he he looks down at some of the scattered papers on his desk, his fingernail traces the words. "What I'm saying is that, we- I want you to stay with us. You're a very loved person in this household and I believe that everyone benefits from having you around. I mean- you ground Wilford in his episodes, take car of Host's eyes, explore with Illinois when no one else will, go kereoke with Yancy when he goes out. Long story short, you're perfect for us...for me. It's a lot, I know. But you should stay."

Warmth floods your chest as you watch him nervously look away. It's hard to believe you hardly help anyone in the house with how crazy everyone is, so to be told you're this fix is pretty weighing and amazing all at once. It's hard to keep the warm tears from spilling down your face. Looking up and seeing you crying, Dark disappears from vision. Seconds later he appears by your side, his cold hands grasping yours as he looks at you with worry. "Did I upset you. I'm very sorry, maybe I shouldn't have said any-" you butt in with a grin. "Are you kidding me? Of course you should have said that. You made my night." Lifting a free hand, you wide the tears from your face. "It's a bit hard to process but that means so much to me." You explain.

Dark's shoulders relax from where he kneels on the floor beside the chair. Relief floods his eyes as he smiles brightly. "Thank goodness." He sighs. "I thought I said something wrong."

You snort. "No, you're too sweet for that"

His mouth falls agape as the smile on his lips fades and the spark in his eyes inspires deep thought. Looking from your smiling face to you tender fingers, he feels monstrous compared to you. His large, rough hands practically swallow your hands whole. Even though he could break you anytime he wanted you lean forward, beckoning him towards you. Now within arms reach, you engulf him in a hug. The low ringing that surrounds him fills you with warmth and makes you smile. "Thank you for letting me even stay here to begin with." You say. Dark swallows harshly while you hug him. Just the touch of you against him has his heart doing thing he didn't know it could do.

Realizing just how much of a fool you're making of yourself, you sit up straight leaving Dark cold and yearning for more. "Sorry, I don't know what came over me." Lifting a hand you wipe the tears from your face. The burning heat in your cheeks is becoming unbearable and it doesn't help that Dark hasn't moved or looked away from you.

Looking down at him with worry, you wave a hand in front of his face. "You okay?" You ask. "I didn't make you mad did I?"

Consumed by the feeling of your arms wrapped around him, Dark slowly rose to his feet. He towers over you, being at his true height in this realm unlike his limited body in the living dimension. He's a giant compared to you. Dark knows that, part of him feels as if he'd break you without trying to. You look so fragile in his mind, you don't want to be with someone as dangerous as him. Even if you did... "...could this even work between us?"

"Dark. Are you okay?" You ask. "What wouldn't work between us?" Even though you don't have an answer, the idea of what it could be excites you. For a powerful man like himself to be interested in a regular human would be impossible. Yet you continue to wish hopelessly.

"Pardon me Dear, did I speak such atrocities outloud?" Dark asks. You stare up at him, your mouth agape in awe as you nod reluctantly. He seems distraught by this knowledge. His eyes dart around wildly, his breathing frigid as he looks back at you. Suddenly his mouth feels dry from admitting to such feelings outloud. Taking a deep breath, Dark closes his eyes leaving himself completely vulnerable. There's no better time to admit the truth than now, but the fear of ruining what already exists holds him hostage.

"Is everything okay?" You ask. Looking down at you, his heart begins to beat wildly in his ears. His throat feels closed and breathing is labored. Looking up at him, you're slowly pierced by a pulsating of energy. High-pitched whines fill your ears making you cringe and squirm uncomfortably. It's painful to be surrounded by these feelings and sounds. "Dark." He raises his finger to hush you. "No, let me speak." Surprised and shook, you press your lips tightly together and tap your fingers against the chair.

As Dark takes another deep breath, the high-pitched whine begins to fade and the energy backs away from your phyche. Finally able to breath, you sigh and sink back into the chair. Exhaling, Dark opens his eyes. The darkness inside them is trained on you as he opens them.

"I think, I'm in love with you." Dark says.

The music playing on the record feels deafening not that he's quiet. It almost feels like your not breathing. Your heart pounding in your ears and your stomach churning leaves you without words. For the last little bit of time at the Manor, Dark was just a secret crush. It wasn't supposed to be anything serious, he wasn't supposed to like you back. Dark bites his tongue as he waits for you to answer. Like a deer in headlights, you're frozen. He's starting to internally freak, the thoughts of you standing and walking away or yelling at him beginning to intrude his mind; until your tiny voice breaks through.

"You do?" You look up at him like a fawn, so innocent and precious. A completely clueless lamb right in the butchers hands. Swallowing hard, Dark nods.

"Yes." He shifts. "If you don't feel the same-" you cut him off. "I do." It's so nonchalant. You tried so hard to make some sore of tone come out of that but the shock wouldn't allow it. "Why so silent?" Dark kneels before you, his hands finding theirs way to yours. He feels like he should be jumping for joy right now yet confusion strikes his heart. Your words don't yet match your face. "I'm just surprised, it was only a crush. I didn't think you liked me back." You explain as you smile softly at the man. "This is a lot to take in at once. If you would, can I have a moment?"

Dark stands quickly and backs away from where you sit. The conflict in his head is hard to keep to himself as he keeps up the dapper appearance. Walking to the door he opens it for you. Turning and looking back, you sigh. Standing, you walk towards the door casting a glance at dark at you do so. He seems let down. "I'll be back. I just need a minute." Giving him a reassuring smile you exit the office and return to your room.