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literallykenmaandshoyo · 1 year

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hii! could you do a smut with markiplier smut where the reader is being bratty and disturbing him while he’s editing and he puts her in her place and punishes her? (daddy kink, slapping, oral (m & f receiving), bondage, degrading, name calling, etc.)

Bad Little Thing

Markiplier x fem! Reader Requested by: Anon Proofread:N/A Genre: Smut Music: Hawaii Part II - Full Album Warnings: Dom/Sub dynamic, Daddy kink, oral , throat fucking, slapping, bondage, choking, degrading, name-calling, mean!Mark Summary: All you want is Mark's attention and will do whatever it takes for you to get it. Author's Note: Markiplier?? Damn. (I also reached the tumblr word limit with this so I had to limit the warning sorry-) -Mod Kenma

To be fair, you were bored. You weren't sure what Mark was doing but he wasn't paying attention to you, so it wasn't important. You wanted his attention, plain and simple. You waltzed up to Mark and looked over his shoulder. "Whacha doin?" You asked, leaning onto him.

"Something real important princess." To you, it looked like a bunch of boring emails. "Mmm seems boring~," You said, pouting. "You know what would be a lot more fun?" Mark sighed and pressed a kiss on your temple. "I can't play now sweetheart, I'm doing something important. When I finish we can play, I promise." You huffed and pulled away, annoyed.

"That's fine. I can play by myself." You said, pushing some loose hair out of your face. Mark stopped typing. It was one of your rules that you weren't allowed to touch yourself unless Mark had given you permission to. Before you could skip out of the bedroom, Mark grabbed you by your wrist. "What's up with you today. You're acting like a brat." Your boyfriend said, irritation lacing his voice.

Mark left you no room to respond as he got up from his desk and led you to the bedroom. You couldn't help but skip towards the bedroom with a big smile on your face. You sat on the bed and waited for Mark's next move. You watched as he looked at you with dark, lustful eyes. "You've been bad." He said, gently holding your cheek before slapping you.

You let out a small whimper, enjoying every moment. "Part of me wants to tie your needy ass up and leave you here while I continue my work, but I wouldn't get to see your reactions." Mark walked off, grabbing something from the closet. You watched as he brought out dark red rope and unraveled it. True to his word, Mark did tie you up. He wrapped the rope around your shoulders, making sure to make a knot right above your chest. He wrapped it around your breasts, making sure that the rope squeezed and tightened in all the right places.

After that, Mark grabbed another section of rope and began to tie up one of your legs. He wrapped the rope around your upper calf and tied your wrist to it. The rest of the rope was tied against your thigh, the end of it wrapping around your cute tummy. You watched as Mark did it to the other leg and squirmed, trying to find a position more comfortable than the one you were already in. "Uncomfortable?" He asked, tilting his head slightly, some of his dark hair getting in his face. You nodded and watched as Mark smirked.

He pushed you onto your back, before taking off his clothes. The sudden chill of your cunt being so out in the open caused you to shiver and your nipples to harden. You blushed as Mark manhandled you. You couldn't help but swallow thickly as your head was hanging off the bed. You stared at his cock and watched as he brought it closer to your lips. "Open." You obeyed, already feeling spit build up in your mouth.

Mark slowly pushed his cock into your mouth, caressing your cheek as he did so. You hummed when he put his full length inside your mouth. Something about this position was so personal, submissive. Mark had complete control over the situation, and that's why you loved it so much. Something about giving up control drove you wild.

You closed your eyes in bliss as Mark fucked your throat. He'd occasionally rest one of his hands on your chest, groping one of your breasts. You could tell that just by your throat alone, Mark wanted to cum. You could taste his pre cum and wanted nothing more than to swallow it and be praised for your behavior.

To your surprise, Mark pulled out. "Fuck princess. Your throat feels so good. This is a punishment though, can't finish just yet." You huffed and looked away, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. Mark smirked and sat you up. He laid you down on your back and dragged his hands up and down your waist. Just his touch alone had your stomach up in knots. You squirmed in his hold, wanting him to touch you everywhere.

One of his hands slid up your body to your neck and gave it a good squeeze. Your eyes rolled back in bliss, enjoying the pressure. "You're such a slut." Mark said, looking down at your cunt. Without warning, he slapped your pussy with his free hand. You flinched and let out a sheepish moan, embarrassed. He continued to rub and slap your cunt, enjoying your flustered reactions.

A string of your wetness attached itself to Mark's hand. "You're already wet? I haven't even done anything to you. You're such a whore." He said, pressing a wet kiss onto your neck. "I need you." You whined, clenching your hands. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes, as you begged for his touch. "Daddy please!" It was borderline painful.

Mark clicked his tongue in annoyance and stopped touching you. "Fine. But I'm not stopping till you learn your lesson." He grabbed you by your thighs and pushed himself inside of you. Mark leaned down and groaned into your neck. You wanted nothing more than to wrap your legs around his waist but the rope was making it impossible to do so. You craved being as close to him as you physically could. You wanted to touch him and grab onto him as tightly as you could.

His thrusts were at a brutal pace. You couldn't form any words, only slurring together 'daddy' and 'please'. Mark responded to every "please" you cried out with "please what sweetheart? What do you want daddy to do?". It's not like you could respond though, head too fuzzy to do so. Your whines and whimpers only spurred Mark on. He loved hearing your desperate cries for him. It made him proud to know that his cock was able to make your head that dizzy.

He angled himself at just the right spot to make you see stars. "Gonna cum!" You cried out, tears sprouting from your eyes. "Cum for daddy, princess. Show daddy how much you love his cock." Mark leaned down and began to mark your neck violently. His blunt nails began to dig into your thighs, leaving crescent shapes on your skin.

Your eyes rolled back as you came, a pornographic moan leaving your mouth. Mark came quickly after you, painting your insides with his cum. Before you had any time to come down from your high, Mark moved. His thrusts weren't as violent as they were before. You squealed and tensed up. "I told you I'm not stopping baby." Your cunt had become sensitive from the rather rough foreplay and your climax. "Daddy! 'M sensitive-" You cried out, throwing your head back against the pillows. Mark shushed you with a kiss. "It's okay. I'll take care of you." He said with a sadistic smile.

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samantha-rae-velcher · 2 years

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"I'm sorry, honey."

Markiplier x youtuber!Fem!reader

Warnings: not really any warnings, Mark raises his voice, swearing.

Requested by: None

A/n: I'm just laying in bed watching Mark raging while playing Getting over it, I had to make this.

Summary: Mark is playing Getting over it, y/n steps in while he's in a moment and he raises his voice with her.....DUN DUN DUN! WAS IT A MISTAKE!? DOES HE NEED TO GET HIS ASS IN GEAR!? Im kidding I love Mark❤️

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Y/n was downstairs editing one of her videos on the couch, when she heard her boyfriend, Mark, screaming upstairs.

"What the fuck? Is he okay?" She asked herself.

"Nooooo! You son of a bitch! AHHHHH! I FUCKIN HATE YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!" He yelled.

Y/n looked up at the ceiling, she didn't have the slightest idea who he was saying that to, why he was so angry, and if she wanted to go upstairs to find out.

She closed her laptop, took a deep breath and headed up. As Y/n made her way up the stairs she could hear objects being thrown around in his office, she cringed when she heard a loud bang.

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" He yelled once again.

Y/n gripped the knob and slowly opened the door, Mark was standing in the middle of the room out of breath with his hands in his hair. She looked around the room to see he had thrown his mouse and his chair.

"Mark?" She asked in a quiet tone.

"What the hell is it!?" He responded in a harsher one.

Once he saw her flinch and the look of fear and hurt in her face he immediately regretted it. Tears threatened to fall and she nodded.

"I can see your having a moment, I'll leave you to it. Just calm down and d-don't break anymore things."

He took notice to how her voice broke, he felt terrible but yet still so angry. He didn't mean to say it like that, his heart sank when she closed the door with a loud slam, and he heard quiet sobs moving away from his office.

Mark grabbed up his chair and set it in front of his desk, he took a seat and slammed his hand down on the wooden surface.

"Shit....fuckin shit, I messed up. Holy fuck, guys....I messed up. I'm gonna go apologize, this game is a fuckin nightmare." He cursed.

Mark stood and left his office, walking down the stairs he saw Y/n standing in the kitchen crying. He walked over hesitant to touch her, Mark slowly pulled her into a gentle hug.

"Shh shh shh, I'm so sorry." He whispered. "I didn't mean to raise my voice with you, the game just pissed me off and I wasn't thinking."

Y/n rested her head on his chest, Mark stroked her hair as he rubbed her back. He shushed her and kisses her head trying to calm her down.

"I'm sorry, honey. It'll be okay, I won't do it again."

Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into an even deeper hug.

"I know, your anger wasn't towards me it was towards the game." She said.

"Do you forgive me?" Mark asked.

"I might forgive you if you use some of that dominant energy up in the room."

He smiled and connected his lips with hers...

"Well then, little one. Fallow me."

THE END ❤️

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nox140497 · 26 days

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HELP!!!!

Please please please send me ideas guys I'm stuck. I want to write but i have no idea where to start. Please send me ides

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markislover · 2 years

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Sucking (Mark)

Paring(s); Markiplier x girlfriend! Fem! Reader!

Warning(s); ORAL FIXATION HUGE ORAL FIXATION,finger sucking,degradation,praise,slapping kink.use of the name daddy. (He’s not being called it in a sexual sense so I’m not sure if it’s considered a kink🥲)

Summary; You wanna be clingy while mark is trying to play a game.

A/n; goodmorning/night/afternoon. This took me so long to write bc I keep falling asleep. Anyways. Happy reading!!

“Hi, Pretty girl” mark said as you walked into his gaming room. “Do you feel better?” He asked and you nodded feeling fresh from your shower. “Come here I’ll brush your hair” he said “I already did” you informed him and he looked up from his screen. “Oh, you did. Rude, that’s my job” he teased making you smile.

You had a bad day, it was rough. You had lunch with your family, the family you had cut out nearly 3 years ago. You left home at just 19 to live with mark,you cut them and their toxic selves out of your life. However, mark convinced you that you should try again now that you’re just about to turn 22. You’re older now more mature.

It was a total wreck all they did was complain about how you left them,abandoned them. It was awful and it made you honestly very anxious,mark could see it on your face when you came back from it. He ran you a bath and cooked you dinner and just made you feel so much better.

“What’re you gonna play?” You asked and he shrugged “haven’t decided, wanna cuddle?” He asked offering you his lap. You shook your head.

A few months ago mark did something unexpected,you were clingy to say the least and so when he would play games or shoot videos it was hard to leave you alone. You started sitting in the room but you couldn’t get comfortable on the uncomfortable couch.

So, mark bought a decent sized dog bed and stuck it under his desk, he stacked some pillows and blankets up in there and would even put a heated blanket when it was cold. It was your favorite place if you were honest,you could hear him rage at games and it made you giggle.

“You want in your spot?” He asked and you nodded. Mark rolled away so you had space as you clambered into the little hole. You sat down on the plush and squirmed till you were comfortable. “You alright,baby?” He asked and you nodded as he rolled back into place.

Mark always made sure to sit a few inches back so you’d still have room. He liked you down there as much as you liked being down there. He could just glance down and see your pretty face and feel so much better.

You shifted forward enough to lay your head on the side of his knee,you sighed deeply relaxed finally. You could hear mark clicking around and you huffed. “Daddy!” You said and mark looked down at you “hmm?” You reached up his thigh and he chuckled. “No, baby I’m trying to focus” you pouted and he smiled “oh so we are gonna pout now?” You nodded “well, you do that I think it’s cute anyway.” He said turning back to the screen.

You continued to wiggle your fingers up his leg “Baby.” He warned urging you to giggle. “You just don’t wanna sleep with me.” You said pouting, “ah, hey you know I love doing that. Stop it you’re literally gaslighting me” he said laughing at your attempts. “Here, hold on let me just do this one thing” he said followed by clicking.

Mark dropped one of his hands down glancing down at you. “Here,you can suck on these” he said and you smiled taking two of his fingers into your mouth and sucking against them. “There, we happy?” He asked and you nodded.

Mark turned his attention back to his game as you continued to suck against his fingers the action calming you.

A soft silence fell for awhile as mark focused and you could feel your body getting tired. “You doing alright baby?” He asked coming to a point he could pause. “Mhm” you babbled around his fingers. “You look so sleepy” he said chuckling,he wiggled his fingers in your mouth urging you to lean your head up to him so he could gain better access.

“See, you’re being a good girl now.” He praised and you giggled chomping down on his fingers “ow” he huffed and smiled. You continued to chomp “ow,ow,ouch. Stop it,you little brat I will spank you” he threatened trying to pull his fingers from your mouth, you kept bitting.

“I will smack you across your pretty face, fucking stop” he huffed and of course,you didn’t at all. Mark rolled back a bit his hand coming in contact with a soft sting to your cheek. You whimpered around his fingers and he chuckled. “You happy now? Did you get what you wanted?” He asked and you giggled sucking against his fingers.

“Such a little brat.” He huffed shoving his fingers into the back of your throat urging you to gag. “Dumb little pain slut.” He growled out. “Fucking, baby. You don’t get what you want so you bite me? That’s exactly why you didn’t get what you want. I should make you got to bed, it’s late you know” you whimpered. “You gonna be good?” He asked “mhm!” You mumbled.

“Good, now let daddy get back to his game.” He said turning back to the screen as you laid your head back onto his knee.

Another hour or so passes and you’re getting restless. You pulled his fingers out with a pop “daddy, want you” you said and he looked down “Yeah?, you want sleepy time baby?” You nodded “bed time daddy!” You said smiling. “I have one round left why don’t you go brush your teeth and get comfy I’ll be there soon, baby” you nodded and climbed from under him.

“Hey, baby?” He said and you stopped turning back around to him “you’re a good girl,you know that right?” You nodded and he smiled.

You got yourself ready for bed, brushed your teeth,washed your face,combed your hair. You climbed into the bed waiting for mark, you were scrolling through your phone. The door opened and mark peaked inside “psst” you looked over at him. “Do you want doggies tonight?” You nodded “yeah!” Mark pressed the door opened.

Chica and Henry jumped on the bed and you smiled “there’s the babies” you said petting them. Mark rarely let them sleep in the bed since y’all got together, it just got too hot and then wouldn’t be still. Sometimes if you were having a bad day like today tho he’d let them sleep in here.

Mark came back from the bathroom and climbed in the bed, you waited for him to be settled before scooting over and snuggling into his chest. “I love you, pretty girl” you smiled “I love you too.”

#markiplier #markiplier fanfiction #markiplier x reader #wattpad #fem reader #mark smut #smut #mark x y/n #mark x you #mark x reader

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itsyourimaginaryworld · 1 year

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Miss Impatient | Illinois x Fem!Reader

Ship: Illinois x Fem!Reader Requested by: @nickaroo Warnings: near-death experience Notes: Super late fic, hope you enjoy nonetheless! x Words: 705

You weren’t sure how you had ended up saying yes to Illinois taking you with him, a man you’d only met a few weeks ago, but ever since, you had been going on adventure after adventure, without regret. None of your days were boring ever again and the friendship between you was like a passionately burning fire. Today was special, as he said he’d take you to Kitten Heaven, the best place you were ever going to see.

“Are we there yet?” you asked. Not that you were typically one to complain, but even the death traps you and Illinois faced on a daily basis couldn’t scare you out of rushing your way through the tombs as much as you could.

“Little miss impatient today, are we?” he replied, walking behind you in a more calm manner.

You dodged an arrow coming out of a dispenser, light on your feet as ever, and narrowly avoided stepping on another pressure plate. Illinois looked over with a bit of concern, but also knew how good you had become at avoiding the traps, so he didn’t say anything.

“We’re going to Kitten Heaven and you expect me to be patient?” you said, a hint of defense in your voice as you hopped over a tripwire.

Illinois didn’t say anything, as he was distracted by something else. He reached into an old dusty chest with spiderwebs all over it. Looting was a fun part of every adventure, but even now you purposely ignored whatever was lying around. That is until Illinois pulled out a necklace made out entirely of bright, sparkly crystals, it being so pretty looking that it would be inhuman to not be entirely captivated by it.

Ooh, shiny! Excited, you hurried back over to him but felt your heart sink when your ankles touched the familiar tripwire you had avoided before.

Click.

Illinois saw it first — his familiarity with the layout of tombs and the way the sound cues echoed around helped him realize. Two trapdoors opened in the ceiling above you and Illinois leaped forward, tackling you out of the way without thinking twice. Nearly half a second later, the sharpest-looking spikes you’d ever seen fell down and pierced themselves into the ground where you had been standing.

Illinois and you barely processed what happened, both looking back at the trap in horror, and then back at each other. You didn’t know whether you were gonna burst out laughing or crying from the adrenaline.

“You alright?” Illinois asked, still lying on top of you. He’d say it’s because he’s avoiding activating another trap, but really, he wasn’t ready to let you go yet, now finally having an excuse to be so close to you.

“Yeah...” You said, blinking slowly. “You saved me...”

“Oh, don’t worry, that’s just what I do.” He tried to sound casual but you could hear the smug undertone and tried to not roll your eyes and laugh like usual.

“I’ve got this all under control, sweetheart.”

You blushed hard at the nickname (some things you just don’t get used to) and tried to hide your look of disappointment when he got off of you, now feeling cold and less safe without him there.

He extended his hand to you to help you up, and you took it.

When you were both standing upright again he gently put the necklace around your neck.

“You’re gonna need a hero for the rest of your life if we’re gonna keep adventuring,” he said. You looked down, still blushing hard about what happened. But then he lifted up your chin with two fingers and forced you to look him in the eye. “I said I was married to the job when I met you, but honestly, I’ve loved you from the start. I can’t lose you...”

Your stomach filled with butterflies. There was no way... Was this actually happening? Did he like you back? Was all you had to do for a confession this entire time just “have a near-death experience?”

“You’re the lucky one who gets Illinois.”

You laughed, kissed him on the lips, and immediately looked away again, unable to say anything at all. He understood and pulled you closer than ever before.

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leighsartworks216 · 2 years

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*scrolling through an x reader tag*

"Hey that looks familiar"

*reads op's name*

"Oh it's mine"

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creat0r-cat · 1 year

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Markiplier x Teen!Daughter!Reader - Not the Same

Requested by: Anonymous

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“Dad! The doll is right there! What are you doing??” Laughed (Y/n) as her father almost left his hiding space. “I have to get the mold thing up there!” He exclaimed, moving Rose out from beneath the table and trying to run passed the enemy. His attempt was unsuccessful as it started laughing like a maniac and he started losing HP. “I tried to tell you earlier, there’s another way there, you just have to go the other way!”

“Agh, dang it. Fine, we’ll do it your way.” Mark grumbled as he moved Rose away. Chaos ensued as after he got around the doll, the giant mannequin burst through the door. “AGH NO!!!” Cried the older YouTuber as he had the girl hide under a table.

(Y/n) was laughing, Mark jokingly telling her to be quiet. She only shook her head and decided to look at chat. There were a few people commenting how Rose reminded them a bit of (Y/n). The girl was confused but opted to ignore them, turning back to watch the game.

Mark finally got out of the room, shouting at the dolls to stop their insulting yammering, and looked over at his daughter. “You okay?” She nodded her head, smiling reassuringly at him. “Yup, I’m fine, just thinking about something. Oh look! Michael’s back!” Indeed he was, writing glowing, worried words on the wall for Rose to read.

As they walked through the house of memories, the two players started to put pieces together. “Okay, I’m pretty sure at this point that Michael is actually Ethan.” Commented Mark and (Y/n) nodded again. “I would be shocked if he wasn’t.” After defeating the crazy ghost girl, they fell even deeper into the world after being pushed away from harm by a male figure.

Both father and daughter were shaking with excitement and the girl pointed at the screen. “THAT’S ETHAN!! WE CALLED IT!! THAT’S ETHAN!!” Mark, after calming down a bit, made his way through the familiar territory, (Y/n) once again looked at the chat. She frowned as there were multiple comments saying similar things to the previous one, but with a little more added on.

“CraZGurl: Awww Mark and (Y/n) are so cute around each other! Their bond is like Rose and Ethan’s relationship!”

“MuddBoi: @CraZGurl FR! They do give off those vibes, don't they?”

“MyMain6Channel: It’s like watching real life versions of Rose and Ethan! <3”

“BuddiBuddy: Adorable (OwO)”

(Y/n) wondered what made them think that and spoke up. “Chat, as flattering as it is that you think Dad and I act cute around each other, I can guarantee that we aren’t like Rose and her dad in the game so stop saying that.” Mark didn’t really understand what she was talking about, but decided to keep quiet.

As the coded father and daughter ran through a mold infested cavern and away from the final boss, the comments continued to grow with the same relative message. However, these words fell upon distracted ears as the real life duo were off in their own little worlds. Mark’s mind was in auto pilot during the big fight and he just let his mind wonder.

“What would my life have been like if I never had a daughter?”

(Y/n) pointed out small details and provided some help while a question of her own floated around in her head. ‘What would my life be like if Dad just disappeared from my life? What if my story really was like Rose’s? Dad has been to the hospital many times for things, but what if something finally killed him? What would happen to me?’ She shook her head. ‘No, you idiot, don’t think that way. He’s tough, and even if something did happen to him, his friends have always been willing to help him out so I’d be fine.’

Mark and (Y/n) both watched as Miranda was defeated, and Rose held her dying father. It was a very emotional moment, and both Fischbachs were sad. “I’m so very proud of you. I love you, Rose.” spoke Ethan and (Y/n) felt her own dad’s arm wrap around her, bringing her closer into a partial hug.

“I love you too, dad.”

(Y/n) subconsciously read those words out loud, her voice barely a whisper as the screen faded to white. She looked over to her right to see her dad was looking at her with a smile. He hugged her tight, and while sharing that moment with him, she looked over once again at the comment stream. With a sigh, she spoke loud enough to be heard while her face was basically pressed against Mark’s chest.

“Don’t say that chat. I don’t want to think about losing my dad.” Mark, hearing this, looked over and read the messages. So that’s what she had been thinking about. He gave his daughter a protective squeeze and glared goofily at the camera. “Yeah, guys. As you can see I’m perfectly fine. Unless I’m not and I’m a ghost. Oooooohhhhh~” He rebukingly teased before tickling (Y/n) and smiling when she burst into laughter.

Mark knew that if something happened to him, his friends or his mom would take care of his daughter. Yes, his body was a little messed up at times, but it had been a while since anything major happened, so he wasn’t too worried about it. For the time being however, while he was still relatively healthy, he’d happily spend as much time with his little girl as possible.

As the final cut scene played through and the credits rolled, the two Fischbachs talked about their favorite parts of the game. “I think there were a few aspects I would’ve liked to have been included in, but overall it was a good game.” Said Mark with a shrug and (Y/n) laughed.

“Yeah, you’re just disappointed that Big Waifu Lady Dimitrescu didn’t make an appearance and instead we were stuck with Smelly Mold Lady Miranda.” He playfully shoved her which made her giggle. “How dare you make such bold claims! I feel rather insulted!”

The previous comments had been almost forgotten as the father and daughter messed around both on and then off stream. They managed to score a good story for themselves in the real world, unlike their compared counterparts in the game, and that made them happy. Sure, worried thoughts lingered in the back of their minds, but at that moment, they didn’t matter. Mark and (Y/n) were a happy family, and to them that was all they could really ask for.

#Markiplier x reader #Markiplier x daughter reader #sfw #platonic #Resident Evil DLC #Rose #Ethan #fem reader #dauther!reader #Markiplier #Sprinkle of Angst #Fluff #requested #annonymous

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weed-gummy · 2 years

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⚠️NOT MY VID⚠️

Someone said "close your eyes it makes it better" I'm not agreeing but...

#markiplier #iswm #markiplier x fem reader smut #markiplier x reader smut #funny tumblr #mark #iswm x reader

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abyssal-zone-stares-back · 5 months

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Liber Sociorum

Lupus Somnia (Darkiplier)

Werewolf!Darkiplier x Fem!Reader

Word count - 4472

Warnings - slight Pred/prey

Please mind the warnings, and if I missed one tell me, I’m not an asshole I’m just stupid /lh

The downpour caught you at a bad time. No umbrella, no coat, not even a collar on your shirt to flip up to protect your neck. You duck into a store overhang for some shelter but it seems like someone’s against you, because the wind shifted and now the rain is attacking you from the side.

At this rate you might as well just go in the store. You sigh and push the door open. The first thing that greets you is the smell, and the bell that rings to signal someone entering the store but mostly the smell. It’s not bad, it just, smells like an attic. Musty and old. And it looks like an attic too. At least due to the stuff inside it. The shelves reach to the ceiling, towering over you.

Everywhere you look this place is crammed to the gills. Jars full of small things, buttons, pins, shells. McDonalds toys? Boxes of junk, things people didn’t want anymore and it ended up here. Things people probably loved at one point but had to get rid of.

Wandering deeper, you aren’t even sure if anyone else is in this maze of a place. No one said anything when the doorbell rang. Maybe you’re alone. You pick up a random magazine, TIME blares at you from the cover. Is that JFK? How old is this? You put it back on a random shelf and turn a corner.

As you round the corner you find an open area, a guy behind a counter looks up from a magazine before looking back down, a bored expression on his face. Ok, so you aren’t alone. You pull out your phone, checking the weather. Rain for the next 20 minutes. Great. You aren’t walking in that. Well, time to waste, well, time.

You spin in a circle. Looking for something interesting. There, those shelves have books. Maybe you'll pass the time buried in one. And if not, well maybe you’ll find some ones that you can sell on Ebay.

Actually, maybe not. Most of these books look pretty worn and used. The first one you attempt to pick up, the cover falls off in your hands. Whoops, let's just, put it back and pretend nothing happened. That one’s pages are stuck together with wax. You don’t even attempt to pick up the one that's stained a suspicious dark reddish brown on the cover. Oh, hey, that The Fellowship of the Ring book looks rather old.

You wonder if, oh shit. As you pull it out another book comes with it, thudding to the floor. You wince and look over where the counter is. The guy doesn’t appear to see what the noise was so you’re probably in the clear. You bend down, the book had landed open, the pages to the floor. You gingerly lift it up, flipping it over to see where it opened to.

Huh? It’s a diagram of a, demon? At least it looks like a demon. Dude with furry legs and horns. Probably a demon. You flip to the next page and are greeted with another diagram. Of a dick. Oh joy. Just what you wanted to see. It’s got a knot? At least if you can read the handwriting next to the arrow pointing to it, that's what it says it is.

You flip to pages further in the book. Another diagram, this time of a person with wings. Well, if the last one was a demon this one’s gotta be an angel. Is the next page gonna be… yep. You flipped to the next page, another dick drawing on the pages.

You keep flipping through the book, becoming more intrigued as you read. There's so much stuff in here. Demons, Angels, Gods? And how to summon them? Maybe it’s like a story building book, it sure seems that way. Someone probably wrote it for fun. It’s in a journal type book, you close it and look at the cover. Fake leather bound, Obligatory red string bookmark, a clasp to hold it close.

You open to the first page, wondering if it’s signed with who wrote it. There’s no name but there is a message.

If you use this book, Use it only once. You Can Not have more than one. (Unless explicitly stated) [But that is rare] Rip out the pages you used, keep them, burn them, do whatever you want with them. Lose the book. It will find its way to the next user.

Use the book? What does that mean? And there’s writing next to the note. The “Unless explicitly stated”, and then under that “But that is rare” in different handwriting. What does that all mean? More than one what? More than one book? You’re so confused. You just close the book and tuck it under your arm. You’ll buy it. Why not.

You check your phone again for the weather. It’s drizzling now. You spy an umbrella, and with that voice in your head yelling at you that it's bad luck, you open it indoors to see if it works. It does. You could probably walk home with this. Unless it gets bad again but that would be, bad luck.

You waste a bit more time as you walk up to the counter. Picking up a few more things that intrigued you. A comic book, from a stack that seemed ready to fall off the chair it was perched on. A small jar of crystals, and a couple of pins grabbed from the bowl on the check out counter.

The guy behind the counter sighs, looks over your stuff and rattles out the price of everything. $17.35. None of it had a price tag on it. He probably just made up a price, or he’s memorized the prices for everything.

He’s probably making it up. But you aren’t going to complain. You just pay the price and leave. You open your new umbrella, well, new to you. Stepping out into the rain you begin your walk home.

The book has been sitting on your desk for almost a week now. You haven’t touched it since you put it there. Why not try and read it more, you have some free time. You sit at your desk and grab the book. Opening it to the beginning you’re greeted with the message again.

You ignore it and flip to the next page. Oh? A chapter list. That’s interesting. Demons, Angels, Gods, Creatures. Hm. Gods seem interesting. You flip it to a random page and the first god you see is the God of Night. Some scribbled notes alongside a picture of what he looks like.

You read about the different Gods for a while before flipping back to the chapter list. You just close your eyes and point at a random name.

Lupus Somnia (Darkiplier)

That’s interesting. You flip to the page.

Lupus Somnia (Darkiplier)

Wolf of Nightmares

Wolf of nightmares, ok. You keep reading. He is one of the more powerful demons in this book. A shapeshifter. Takes on the form of a great black wolf. Well you probably could've figured that one out. I mean his name has the word wolf in it.

Actually, does it? You use google translate to translate the latin. Wolf dreams. Ok then, well it is google translate. It can’t be completely accurate. You go back to reading.

Can create wolf extensions of himself. Shadow wolves. They look like pieces of a void, molded into shape. To summon him, you must do it on a full moon. Blah blah blah, bones? This is getting weird. You spy a scribbled note at the bottom of the page. Can be summoned with Lupus Corruptionis (Antisepticeye).

So Darkiplier is one of the ones you can have more than one of. Whatever that means. You’re getting tired. You open your phone, squinting at the bright light. It’s 3 in the morning? What the hell happened.

You close the book, standing up from your desk and stretching. You should go to bed. You have things to do tomorrow. Sparing one last glance at the book, humoring the random thought of wondering if summoning them would work. Shaking the silly thought from your head you finally go to bed.

The thoughts have been rotating in your head for a few days now. Like food in a microwave. Could you summon someone? The next question you have is who would you summon, but that's easily answered, Darkiplier. He intrigued you. And with some research you find the next full moon is in a few days. So you have time to prepare.

You collect the materials. The crystals, the herbs, the bones. Thankfully it can be any type of bone so chicken should work. You set it all up, checking it against the book as you do. And just in case you set up some protection on you as well, almost smoking yourself out of your room. You may have overdone it on the smudge sticks and incense.

You open a window to help clear it out. It’s a strong scent, you don’t wanna pass out from it. When you can breathe again you finish setting up the summoning. Lighting the candles and reading the words from the book. As you read the last word, nothing happens.

Well, that’s probably what was going to happen no matter what. What were you expecting to happen. The candles to go out?

The candles go out… Oh shit, shit, shit.

You’re left in the darkened room. The only light being the full moon shining through your open window. The hair on the back of your neck stands on end. You’re being watched by someone. No, something. You take a shaky breath in and slowly begin to look around your room, afraid of what you'll find.

You freeze as you finally turn to your closet. There. In the shadows, a figure. You scramble backwards slightly as they reach out for you. Your hand hits the flashlight you left next you and you fumble to turn it on and point at the figure.

As you do the figure reveals itself to be, a coat. A coat hanging up in your closet. A breeze flits through your window and moves the coat. Making it look like it was reaching for you. You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding. That’s enough of that.

You stand, turning on your light and beginning to clean up. The candles getting blown out was probably a gust of wind. And it could also be the source of your sudden chill you got, where the hair on the back of your neck stood up.

It's been days, and you can't seem to shake the feeling of being watched. No, not just watched. This feels different. Predatory. You feel like you're being Hunted.

No matter where you go you can’t escape it. It seems to get stronger in your house. Which should be concerning. Maybe you did summon something? No, you couldn’t have. But, just in case. You research more, trying to find out how to banish it, get it to leave you alone.

Many trials with different plants and crystals and burning candles later you think whatever is here is here to stay. You sit on your couch, laying your head back and staring at the ceiling. You’re tired, and falling asleep like this will definitely hurt your neck when you wake up, but you’re too exhausted to currently care. You drift off easily.

You wake, your neck not hurting like you expected it to. Sitting up you realize that you're in your bed? How the hell did you get here? Sleep walked? You rub the back of your neck and look on your bedside table for your phone.

It's not there, which means it's probably still in the living room. You debate on going to get it or just going back to sleep, it’s probably like 1 am right? Finally you decide to go get it so you can plug it in. You swing your feet off the bed and make your way down the hallway. The kitchen light is on.

You ignore it and go to grab your phone, you’ll turn it off when you go back to bed. You check the time on your phone. Yeah, 1:16 am. You turn to the kitchen and freeze.

There’s someone in your kitchen. There’s someone in your kitchen.

They’re tall, taller than you. They’re not facing you, so they might not know you're there. You have your phone, you can call the police. But you can’t move. Frozen in place you can only watch as they turn, seeing you. They, no, he, smiles at you. “Hello,” There’s a distortion to his voice, barely noticeable but there.

He moves closer to you and you start to panic. Your heart is beating so loudly he must hear it. “Oh, you poor thing, so scared of me. Scared of your mate.” He reaches out and you finally move, not flinching away, no, your body betrays you and leans into his touch.

“It’s alright, this can be fixed. You’re Mine now.” And with that your brain finally shuts down from the panic and you pass out.

You jolt up off the couch, heart hammering, gasping for breath like you’ve just run for your life. It was a dream. It was just a dream. You calm down, fumbling the power button on your phone to check the time. 1:47 am. The kitchen light is off, no sign of anyone being in your house but you.

“You’re awake” You startle at the voice, falling off the couch. Except, you don’t hit the floor. “Careful now, I don’t want you to injure yourself.” You were caught by, something. A black mass shifts under you, cushioning your fall. It lowers you to the ground and retreats, your eyes follow it to the man who controls it, the man that was in your kitchen.

He’s sitting in your arm chair, watching you. “You have some strange courting rituals Dearheart. Lots of candles and crystals and incense. Do all humans court this way?”

“Court, courting rituals? What are you talking about?” You shakily get to your feet, not taking your eyes of the man across from you. “You summoned me, after someone is summoned from the book the next few weeks are used to court them.”

“Why would, why would I court you? Wait, summoned you?” You sit down on the couch, your legs shaking too much to hold you up properly. He leans forward, tilting his head as he considers you. “Whomever summons me is my mate for life. Did you really not know that?”

“N-no, i didn’t. I didn’t think, didn’t think anyone could be summoned. I thought it was fake.” “Fake, you thought the Liber Sociorum, the book of summoning a mate, is fake?” He sighs, “No matter, I can fix this.” He stands, flicking his hand away and sending a black blur across the floor and down the hallway. As he walks closer to you, you try to sink deeper into the couch.

He stops, and sits next to you on the couch. Oh, he's even bigger up close. His eyes are mismatched colors, one red, the other blue. The shadow from earlier is back, it's shaped like a dog, carrying the book in its mouth. Wait, not a dog, a wolf. You remember that from the book.

He takes the book from the wolf and it dissolves into thin air. He opens the book, easily finding the page he was looking for. “Here,” He points to a place on a page, and you lean closer to read.

This book, the Liber Sociorum, is a mating book. Used to find mates for the people in these pages. If you summon someone, they will be your mate for life. If you find this book and don’t want a mate? Lose it. The next person needs it more than you.

You take the book from him. How could you have missed this?

“So, now do you understand? You’re mine, and I am yours.” You nod, still reading and rereading the passage. He’s been the presence you've been feeling. You feel a hand cupping your jaw, and he turns you to look at him. Slowly, giving you time to move away if you want, he leans closer.

Pressing your lips together, he gently kisses you. You’re frozen in place, and as he pulls away from you he must see something in your expression because he smiles. “You’re gone for me, aren’t you. Almost completely mine.” Your body moves on instinct, lifting your head and bearing the column of your throat to him. Submitting.

A rumbly growl fills the room and it takes you a second before you realize it's coming from him. His hand is tilting your head to the side more and he’s leaning into your neck. Fangs sink into the junction of your shoulder and neck, breaking skin. Venom pumps into your bloodstream, marking you as his.

Before you know it, it's over. The wound healed and you felt no pain. He’s pulling back, licking his lips and gently running his thumb over the mark. “There we go, mine forever.” You whine and he shushes you. “Give it a moment, you’ll feel it soon.”

You open your mouth to ask, Feel what soon, but it hits you and you know. A burning feeling starts inside you. You lean forwards in your seat, trying to ignore the pain. But it only gets worse. “It’s alright, the first heat hits the hardest. Luckily starlight, I’m here to help.”

He moves, gently picking you up in a bridal carry. You don’t know where you're going, where he's taking you. He walks across the room, going for the hallway and hopefully your room. You sneak a glance at the hallway, it ripples, the walls distorting and shifting. It makes you nauseous to look at so you just bury your face in Dark’s shirt.

There’s a faint sound, not one you could place. A coolness washes over you, your pain dispersing. You lift your face from Dark’s chest. Where in the nine circles of hell are you? Dark chuckles. Did you say that outloud. “You aren’t in Hell little mate. I would never take you there.”

It’s nothing, just a black void. You glance down, and regret it. There's no floor, just an endless abyss below you. You hold tighter to Dark, afraid of falling even though it's probably not possible.

Your surroundings warp, the previous black void shaping around you into a forest. Shades of greys and blacks are the only color, besides you and Dark. You get let down, your feet sinking slightly into the peat of the ground. His hand gently caresses your cheek and you shudder as a chill runs through you.

“I’ve delayed your heat for the time being, it will return but I want some Fun first.”

You step back away from him, unsure of what's happening but you can’t look away. The darkness and shadows of your surroundings seem to pull towards him. Tendrils make their way across the ground, congregating at his feet. They wind their way up his body, and wrap around him. Dark starts to change, or perhaps he was changing the whole time and you just noticed. He’s taller, his teeth sharper, nails elongating into claws.

His shirt rips and tears, falling off of him. His pants end up the same way. A snout pushes its way out of his face and your eyes meet burnished gold ones.

If you thought Dark was big before, he’s huge now. Towering over you as a werewolf, he tilts his head watching you. “Oh, little mate, it would do you good to Run” You stumble backwards away from him and turn slightly, still keeping him in eyesight. His tail swishes behind him as he sits back on his haunches. “I’ll even give you a head start, 30, 29, 28,”

You start to run, not looking behind you as you duck and weave around the trees in the forest. “23, 22,” You can’t outrun him. Maybe you should start to look for hiding places. But where, there's nothing but trees and an occasional fallen log. You skid to a stop, fallen log. Maybe you could, “10, 9, 8” There’s no time, you have to.

You climb over the next log you see, hiding on the opposite side of it. You dig out dirt from under it, making a small hollow that might shield you more than just laying next to the log. “4, 3, 2” You close your eyes, trying not to make a sound as Dark goes silent.

A howl rings throughout the forest, sharply cutting through the silence. You flinch, a quiet whimper escaping you. “Oh? Now what could that have been.” Dark doesn’t speak again, and you don’t hear any footsteps getting closer. The silence is frightening. You open your eyes, he’s not next to you like you expected. “Where ever could you be?”

That time his voice sounds like it's just meters away, on the opposite side of the log. Dark growls, but this time you don’t make a sound. The pain from earlier returns, your heat returns. You inhale sharply at a stabbing pain. The log above you is ripped away. You don’t know what happened to it, Dark probably threw it. “Found you.”

Dark grabs the front of your shirt in his teeth, lifting you off the ground and setting you on your feet. His grip was gentle, and you appreciate that. You barely keep yourself steady on your feet as the world around you ripples again. The forest you were just hunted in changing around you, being replaced with a bedroom.

You try to look around but Dark nudges you with his snout to the bed. You obey easily, he’s your mate, he can help you. Take away the pain. You clamber into the bed and immediately whine. It’s not right. Not set up correctly. You need to fix it. Pushing and pulling blankets. Rearranging pillows and taking the ones Dark offered you. A nest, a den, a place to be bred.

You place one last pillow, deeming it finished. Dark was still on the outside of the nest and you whine, wanting him to join you. He chuckles, joining you on the bed, in the nest you made. Dark moves quickly, surprising you as you get pinned below him.

His claws make quick work of your clothes, ripping through them easily. “Mine, my mate.” You moan at his touch, arching up into him. “Yours,” His cock head notches easily at your entrance, your heat causing you to slick up for him.

Your slick eased his way and made it effortless to slide into you. Then he freezes, just holding still. You feel the stretch, and some part of your brain registers that it should hurt without proper prepping. But it doesn’t, you’re slicked up enough from your heat that all you feel is full.

You shift under him, trying to get Dark to move. “Please,” You whimper. The burn is starting to return and you need him to move. “Please what?” “Please Dark, move.” He chuckles darkly above you. “Who am I to deny my mate when she begs so nicely hm?”

Dark pulls your legs up, hooking them around him. He starts out slow, the drag of his cock on your walls making you squirm. Either to get more friction or to get it to stop you aren’t sure yourself. His hands move from your hips to trail slowly over your body. His tail slowly wagging behind him as he watches you.

“Please Dark, fuck.” You moan as he pulls almost all the way out. He just hums above you. “You want me to fuck you? Oh, sweet thing, why didn’t you just say so.” He thrusts back into you, shoving you slightly up the bed with the force of it.

His thrusts get faster, and you moan loudly. “Does that feel good starshine?” You nod, not trusting your voice enough to answer him properly. “Do you want more?” This time you speak up, “M-more?” You question him and Dark just grins at you, all sharp teeth and fangs. “More it is then.” He rumbles.

His thrusts grow rougher and harder making you gasp. The drag of his cock is delicious, stretching you wide, bumping against the spot that has you keening. He hits it perfectly and you all but scream for him. He adjusts his position, getting the perfect angle to keep you making all those pretty noises for him.

You’re more preoccupied with, other things, so it's understandable that you didn’t notice one of his hands finding its way to play with your clit until it's too late. His fingers play with the bundle of nerves, and your hips jerk.

The combination of internal and external stimulation is enough for sparks to fly behind your eyelids. Your mouth opens but no sound comes out. A wordless plea for more. You buck up into Dark, trying to get even closer. The heat you feel is subsiding, but you need more of him.

Part of your brain is worried that if he stops it'll come back. You need him to keep touching you, keep fucking you. He hits that spot in you just right and, combined with his hand on your clit, it sends you over the edge and you cum around him.

Your cunt clamps down around him and he grunts. Dark keeps thrusting through your orgasm, slowing down slightly to not overstimulate you too much. He adjusts his position above you, sitting up and watching you come down from your orgasm. “Oh fuck sweet thing, where do you want it.” He growls, his thrusts starting to stutter. “In, in please.” You manage to get out.

Dark looms over you before leaning down, his teeth quickly meeting your shoulder again as he cums. Over the mark from before. Not breaking the skin this time, just holding you in place. His thrusts slow down, pumping gently as he releases inside you. A knot blooms at the base of his dick, locking him, and his cum, inside you. His teeth remove from your neck, his tongue licking at the imprints. You whine at him and a rumbling purr starts up in Darks chest. He rolls the two of you over so you’re laying on top of him. His snout nuzzles you. “Mine,” You’re quickly falling asleep, the adrenaline from being hunted and your orgasm making you tired. His warmth beneath you sends you into your slumber. You fall asleep to his purr, with his knot locked inside you.

#markiplier egos #darkiplier x reader #abyssal's writing #abyssal’s nsft writing #darkiplier #reader #fem!reader #Liber Sociorum #Liber Sociorum series

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dearest-painter · 10 months

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*laughs evily because I'm going to give rose quartz! reader trauma*

While being Dark Quartz, the diamonds come and see the fusion and knowing that Rose Quartz! Reader is Pink Diamond.

They demand they unfuse this instant, but Dark Quartz refuses, and as punishment, White Diamond has no choice but to corrupt Rose Quartz! Reader, which causes both Darkiplier and Rose Quartz! Reader to both be corrupted.

Steven and Eric see this, and Pearl has no choice but to bubble both of them so they won't cause any harm.

Now all Steven and Eric do is be in Rose Quartz! Reader's garden and cry their eyes out, knowing they lost their parents.

Garnet is the one to comfort both of them and, when doing so, unfuses because they know it will only remind them of their parents.

Pearl is dealing with the grief of losing Rose Quartz! Reader ( like in the show ) and is with steven because she doesn't want him to meet the same fate.

Amethyst is the one to take their mind off it by going to Funland to cheer them up and make them smile.

( Could this be a oneshot? Only the beginning of the writing could be the oneshot )

Awww can we give them fluff Soon?

TW/CW:Abusive behavior,abusive relationship, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship,Yandere behavior,Corruption:((,Being bubbled for safety, first half is in Dark and Rose Quartz!Reader’s mind while bubbled, the gif doesn’t match but like couldn’t help,Tell me if I need to add more

Summary:You never asked for it, you just wanted to be with the man you loved yet your ‘family’ couldn’t deal with it. You just wanted to live a peaceful life with your sons and lovers

It..it wasn’t our fault..right? ‘No it wasn’t our fault dear, not at all’ then why did they do this to us? Why did they make us like this? ‘Because their jealous and cannot understand that you’ve truly found someone to love’ D-do you think if this could all turn out differently if we just..agreed? ‘Maybe but the other outcome was very dangerous for both of us’ Yeah…I hope Steven and Eric are okay..I know their scared and if I could I would comfort them. ‘So would I, I know they’ll be in good care but I cannot help but miss them’

Steven and Eric looked at the bubble that held their corrupted mom and dad…it was all those fucking diamonds fault! If they just listened to them then they would still be a happy family! “Steven?” Steven looked to see a worried Pearl crouching beside him. “Are you okay? You’ve been lost in thought for longer then usual” “mhm..just miss them” Pearl nodded and pet Steven’s hair then left as she knew he needed space. He just needed a way to get revenge and fix his family then all of this can go back to normal…

#✉️mail arrived✉️#genderfluid enity answers!#yandere #please don’t do this #obession #unhealthy #platonic yandere #yandere platonic #female reader #yandere x female reader #fem reader #romantic yandere #yandere markiplier ego #yandere markiplier egos #fusion au #rose quartz!reader

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samantha-rae-velcher · 1 year

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can you stop blazing your fics? they're genuinely bad why not put the money towards creative writing lessons instead of subjecting people to content they literally arent asking to see

Why do people have to be so rude. For your information, people have requested a large portion of my stories. If you didn't waste your time making people feel bad about themselves, maybe you'd take your time to learn how to read and see the people who've requested. Now if you'll excuse me, I have REQUESTED stories to write.

#fyp #fanfic #foryou #foryoupage #x reader #smut #requested #REQUESTED STORIES #joshdub the boys #joshdub x fem reader #gaege gibson x reader #gaege gibson #markiplier x reader #markiplier x fem reader #markiplier #twd #negan the walking dead #eugene porter #eugene porter x reader

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melancholypancakes · 1 year

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I can’t stop thinking about traumatized fem!Y/n who’s tired of all of the timelines, her previous life, not being able to save the other viewers and Mark’s bullshit mind games.

Even though it’s over for y/n doesn’t mean it’s over for the rest of the viewers in her previous position.

She doesn’t mean to be vulnerable or cry but she ends up doing just that in front of dark.

Y/n:….*hugging herself as she shakes*

*Y/n crumbles to the floor*

*Dark kneels in front of Y/n just worried*

Dark: Y/n? What’s wrong-

*Y/n whimpers as water fall tears fall from her rose cheeks*

*Y/n whales in frustration, anger and tiredness*

*Y/n leans on dark for comfort*

Y/n: I’m so tired! I just can’t take this! I can’t sleep without thinking about those horrible things and those the others in that hell hole, I can’t save them and I—I

*Dark slowly wraps his arms around Y/n small form as her cries are muffled in his shirt*

Dark: it’s okay…just let it all out…everything will be fine. We’re here for you. I’m here.

*Y/n cries until she feels a headache and rests her head on Darkiplier chest*

Darkiplier: it’s okay to rest now y/n….I’ll take care of everything and soon Mark won’t be a problem to us anymore…I’ll be here when you wake up.

Y/n: okay…..

Y/n mumbles as she grows tired from her tears and headache, soon darkness takes over til the next morning…

#trauma #sensitive topics #darkiplier fluff #Darkiplier angst #darkiplier x fem! reader #darkiplier x y/n #wkm #AHWM #adwm #iswm #markiplier tv #Darkiplier #trauma y/n #reincarnated! y/n #reincarnated!reader #darkiplier headcanon #actor! mark headcanons

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jacksepticeye-simp · 9 months

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Demonic charms, Part 1 "Jewels of Sovereignty" (Darkiplier x female reader)

Odette's perspective

Odette gazed out from the palaces balcony, her fingers tracing along the designs of the railings. The vast village lay below, currently filled with humans and low ranking demons walking around with repair supplies. It was a testament to the dominance and despair caused by both humans and demons. The streets were littered with defiance, buildings, posters and sign posts marked by the clash of ideologies. Her father ruled with an iron fist and for years his reign remained unchallenged, the rebellion was little to no match for him yet they still valiantly tried.

Odette was pulled out of her thoughts as she saw a figure hiding behind a nearby pillar from the corner of her eye.

A guard walked out from a pair of large doors, walking over to the keypad opposite to the pillar and entering a code in, causing the doors to shut and lock as they walked off into the long halls. The figure quickly darted over to the keypad and typed the code in, entering the jewelery chamber. Odette's sapphire eyes sparkled with curiosity as she followed the intruder into the room, Somebody had dared to venture so far into her fathers domain without instantly dying.. She needed to see this play out.

Your perspective

The room was cloaked in shadows, the air cold and heavy with anticipation. Your heartbeat quickened as you avoided the many lasers, now stood in front of the very thing you had risked your life to take. The crown jewels - a display of power, cruelty and domination. The crown was silver, encrusted with diamonds black as the night that had witnessed centuries of human suffering.. The darkness seemed to listen and absorb the tension around you as your fingers brushed over the cool metal of the crown, a moment of hope before a sudden ominous creak shattered the silence. Your gaze darted towards the entrance, meeting the cold stare of a tall man wearing a white suit.

Odette's Perspective

From the shadows, she observed the intruder - A human, perhaps around the same age as her father, brave and defiant. A spark of admiration ignited within her. The rebel stood admist the priceless artifacts, grasping her fathers most valuable item in their hands. A confrontation with him was now inevitable as he approached them, the tapping of his cane accompanying his every step..Odette's curiosity surged; what had driven this human to attempt such a dangerous thing?

Your perspective

The figure stepped forward, revealing piercing eyes of sapphire that held a blend of amusement and intrigue. The voice that followed was smooth, beguiling, woven together with threads of darkness "How bold.." He purred, the weight of his presence undeniable. "Attempting to steal from me, are we?"

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itsyourimaginaryworld · 1 year

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Winter Nights | Darkiplier x Gender Neutral!Reader

Ship: Darkiplier x Gender Neutral!Reader Requested by: @fluffyfranny Warnings: horror (mild) Summary: Reader walks home alone on a winter night and Dark decides to mess with them. Notes: Posting this almost an entire year later, but I hope you still enjoy. I will write everything in my inbox eventually! x Words: 591

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Winter season had its pros and its cons. You had your snowy nights like these, which depending on how you looked at it, could be a good thing or a bad thing. You had hot chocolate and a cozy fireplace to look forward to when you’d get home, and you could sit in your blanket all snuggled up and reading a book (or more likely, scrolling through tumblr on your laptop.)

The cons, though... First of all you were incredibly cold, which had you cursing yourself for not bringing a better jacket for this weather. And second of all, the nights came way too early. The clock had barely hit quarter past five and it was already pitch black outside, not even a little bit of light from outer space to guide you, giving you a sense of fear as you walked through the empty streets by yourself.

Only a few more blocks to go. At least the snow had stopped falling down. You stopped for a second to brush the flakes out of your already wet hair and off of your jacket, when your eyes suddenly landed upon him.

The man in the suit stood under a flickering streetlight. Darkiplier, is what he had called himself. You’d only seen him a few times before, always during the nights after you watched horror movies, and while he had never hurt you, his presence was deeply unsettling to say the least. He had a red and blue glitchy effect around him, splitting him up in a sense, something you could only categorize as paranormal. But you knew in your heart that he was real, and not just a part of your wild imagination.

Because he had told you. He had showed you.

Tonight, however, something more was going on. Perhaps it was your already paranoid nature, but you needed to get away from him immediately. The two of you had already locked eyes, but maybe, it was not too late for you to turn around...

So you hurried off, adrenaline starting to surge through your veins now that you had turned your back on him. Into an alleyway you went, and you could hear footsteps behind you, closing you in.

“(Y/N)...”

His voice was so familiar and so nearby. You swallowed, tears now sparking into your eyes. Your fight-or-flight response started carrying you and you ran and ran, only to be faced with a dead-end at the end of the alleyway.

Oh no... God, please no—

“(Y/N), there’s no need to be so rude.”

You screamed as you turned around, covering your face with your arms and backing yourself into the brick wall as much as you could. Dark simply stood there, arms crossed over each other and a cold-blooded expression on his face.

He reached out. You prepared yourself for whatever was coming, hoping your death would be quick and painless. You closed your eyes tightly as the tears rolled down your face.

Dark put his arms around you and pulled you into him, your face buried in his neck now. While you were still scared, a part of you was met with surprise, and a sense of comfort that felt so misplaced. You felt his warm body against yours and his strong arm around your back, then making its way up to your head.

His other arm went to your chest and he rested his hand on your racing heart.

“You’re so easily scared, (Y/N),” Dark said with a chuckle as he brushed his fingers through your hair. “Don’t you know by now that I would never hurt you?”

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leighsartworks216 · 2 years

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Period Pains

Darkiplier x AFAB!reader

My period just started today and it’s killing me and instead of thinking about how I want to rip my uterus out, I’m writing this drabble

Warnings: talk of period stuff, if this subject will give you dysphoria please don’t read, just some fluff

Word Count: 843

Masterlist

When the sun rose and the birds began chirping, Dark awoke expecting to find you curled into his chest. Often he’d wake up closer to you than he ever believed possible, the blankets a tangled heap tying you together. But today, his arms were empty and the side of the bed opposite his was empty.

He searched the room first, but wherever he looked there was no sign of you.

His body cracked and creaked as he finally dragged himself out of bed. He no longer groaned and winced at the pain that rippled through his once-dead shell, though some days were worse than others. Today, he was grateful it was only a dull pain. It would have been completely unnoticeable had you been there.

The only sound throughout the small house he resided in with you was his footsteps as he padded down halls, peeking into doors. Your vacancy was beginning to worry him. He could feel afterimages of himself re-checking rooms, looking around frantically, grabbing at the walls to propel themselves forward. They were startled away when a beep sounded out from the kitchen.

Dark, in all honesty, didn’t remember walking the rest of the way there. If he teleported, he didn’t think too much on it, because he was too focused watching you pull out a tray from the oven.

“Dearest,” his sudden presence made you jump and almost drop the tray, but he had the good sense to wait until you were holding it over the stove to speak, “what are you doing baking at this hour?”

You awkwardly turned off the oven as it began to beep again, and pointed to the clock on the wall. “It’s only 7:23.”

Even though his eyes were completely dark, you could tell he rolled them. “You know what I mean.” He gestured around the kitchen to the mess you’d left out, not judgmentally, but certainly accusatorially. “Why did you get up so early to make brownies? I would have been happy to help you when we woke up, together.”

“Uhm, well, you see,” you fidgeted with your hands, talking almost a mile a minute, “I woke up at like 3 and I was really craving chocolate so I got up and I had a little bit of candy, but then I remembered we had brownie mix in the pantry so I just sorta impulsively decided to make them.”

Dark’s brow furrowed. “You don’t usually have cravings that strong, dear.”

You fidgeted even more, but now you wouldn’t meet his gaze. You played it off as though you were simply grabbing a knife to cut the brownies.

“My love, tell me what’s wrong,” he cooed. When you turned back toward the brownies, Dark was standing in front of them, worry pulling his face down and colors flickering to each side of him. “Please talk to me.”

“I want to it’s just...” You felt warmth rise to your cheeks as you looked away from him once again. “It’s really embarrassing to talk about.”

“My dear,” he began, firmer this time. One hand wrapped around your waist as the other cupped your cheek to get you to look at him. “I love you. No matter how embarrassing something may feel, it will not stop me loving you. Now, tell me what is wrong so that I may help you as efficiently as I can.”

You took in a deep breath and fiddled with the front of his pajama shirt. He waited patiently for you to find your voice. When you did, it wasn’t at all what he had been expecting.

“I got my period last night,” you murmured. “Now I just have really bad cravings and cramps and I wanna cry but I don’t have any reason to and-”

He shushed you softly. “It’s alright, love. One thing at a time, yes?” Once you nodded, he kissed your forehead. “We’ll have brownies for breakfast, and I can supply you with any other foods you may be craving throughout the week. If you wish to let out your over-active emotions, I suggest we watch a film. Finally, you should take medication for your cramps, and I would be more than happy to cuddle with you if that would also help. How does all that sound?”

Something wet touched his thumb and he looked down at you, worried he had messed up somehow, because, sure enough, you were crying. He removed his hand from your waist to cup your cheek, using his thumbs to brush away the tears that fell from your eyes and slipped down your cheeks.

“Oh, my dear, I’m so sorry, I-”

You shook your head, sniffling. The hand that wasn’t holding a butterknife held the back of one of his hands, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I’m okay,” you assured him. “I’m okay. It’s just- No one’s ever offered to do so much for me when I’m like this.”

“Dearest, you deserve the world.” He pressed several kisses to your forehead and your wet cheeks. “Especially, when you are like this.”

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creat0r-cat · 1 year

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Markiplier x Teen!Daughter!Anxious!Reader - Take Your Time

Requested by: daygobyinheryeyes

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(Mark’s POV)

I laughed with my friends as we finished up a collaboration video of Prop Hunt. “I can’t believe you didn’t see me!” Seán playfully yelled at Wade as he groaned in frustration. The Irishman had been disguised as a coaster and had hidden himself behind a door, making him virtually invisible even with the automated taunts the game provided. Bob was howling with laughter as he too had failed to spot him even when he was in the same room.

I cut my video off and logged off the game, staying in the discord video call as I did so. “Ahhh guys, that was so much fun.” I sighed, leaning back in my chair. The others began chatting amongst themselves about the different rounds and I looked back as there was a knock at the door and it began to open, revealing a teenage girl, carrying a plate of food. The moment she realized I was on a video call, she slightly closed the door and waited for a signal.

“It’s okay, I’m not recording.” I told her and in a small, shaky voice she replied. “I made s-some lunch and you didn’t come down a-and then it got late so I made some more for you. S-sorry for interrupting your conversation.”

“Oh, thank you! I didn’t even realize the time.” I said, walking over and taking the delivery as she presented it. She never entered my room when I was on call as she was rather camera shy, but that didn’t really bother me. I gave her a partial hug and then, telling her I’d be downstairs soon, I walked back over to my desk and once again put on my headphones. “Who was that?” Asked Wade, who had apparently witnessed the interaction.

“Oh, that was (Y/n).” I said, looking up at the screen from where I was about to take a bite of food. “Who?” asked Bob and Seán, and then it was my turn to be confused. “I swear I told you guys about her. Did I seriously forget?”

“Yes! Who is she?” The three said and I placed a hand over my face, feeling stupid. “I really thought I told you guys. So.. um.. She’s kind of my adopted daughter.”

“No way!” Exclaimed Seán in shock. “You’re seriously a dad now?” I laughed softly, rubbing the back of my neck. “Yeah. I didn’t post about it on social media because I wasn’t even sure at first if I was going to find the right kid. I guess I just forgot about it after I adopted her.”

“You could’ve at least texted us about it.” Commented Bob who crossed his arms as I took a bite of food. “This is a pretty big deal, Mark. Does Amy know?”

“I was going to!” I said after swallowing. “I just forgot, and yes, Amy does know. I asked her how she felt about the idea before I went through with it.” Just then, someone new entered the chat. “Hey guys!” I recognized that higher pitched voice as I ate some more of my meal. “Hi Ethan!” Said Wade with a smile. “Did you know that Mark has a kid?”

“WHAT??” The younger male exclaimed which nearly burst my eardrums. “Mark, you never told me this! I thought we were friends!” He cried and I rolled my eyes dramatically. “Oh my gosh, you guys! I made one mistake and now my butt is being handed to me on a silver platter. What’s next, Tyler is gonna hop on and give me crap too?” And just like that, as if he had heard me, Tyler joined the group chat.

“Wow, is there a party going on here?” he said with a chuckle and before I could say anything, Ethan blurted out a loud, “MARK IS A DAD!” I watched Tyler’s face, which had just appeared in video form, contort into one of absolute shock. “I’m sorry, WHAT?!” I took another bite of food, letting out an exhale of frustration at how much the situation climaxed. “Why wasn’t I informed of this?” He demanded and Seán yelled out, “That’s what we’ve been saying!”

“You know, instead of giving me all this backlash about an honest mistake, I could just tell you what happened.” I said, wiping my mouth with a napkin and putting my dishes to the side. “I’ve got time.” Said Bob, checking his watch. “I’ve got nothing planned for the rest of the day.” Joined Seán, leaning forward in his chair and staring at the camera expectantly, like a little child waiting impatiently for a cookie. Wade, Tyler, and Ethan also agreed and I sighed again, getting more comfortable in my chair.

“Fine. You want to hear the story, then I’ll tell the story.”

(Flashback: Mark’s POV)

I had been thinking about adopting a child for quite a while. For what reason, I don’t really know. All I knew is that I wanted to have a kid. I already ran the idea by Amy and she also thought it was a good idea. I decided to look for either a boy or a girl, but not one too young that I’d have to take care of them 24/7. I didn’t feel ready for that kind of job, and honestly, I still don’t feel that way now.

I started looking around the area for orphanages that had open houses soon. I came across a few and did end up going to some of them. Unfortunately, I was rather disappointed by a lot of people I met. Don’t get me wrong, they were somewhat nice kids, but for one reason or another they weren’t what I was looking for.

I got to this one place, the “Los Angeles Sunnyside Orphanage”, and when I entered I could tell it might produce good results. Yes, there were some parts that could use some fixing up, but it seemed a lot friendlier than some of the other orphanages I had visited. So, naturally, I felt pretty good about my chances there.

When I walked around, there were a lot of kids running around and playing. I wasn’t sure who exactly to try and meet so I went to the orphanage director and started some interviews with the older kids. I think the age range I covered was twelve to sixteen, but I still wasn’t sure about any of them. At that point, my mind was starting to tell me I was being picky and that any of the kids would do just fine, but then I saw this girl on the other side of the room.

She was drawing, seeming to be focused on the picture rather than the other children. I knew I hadn’t spoken with her yet, because I didn’t recognize her, so I turned to the orphanage director curiously and pointed at the girl in question. “Who is she? Why isn’t she playing with the others?” “Her?” The director responded, adjusting his glasses and peering at the girl. “Ah, that’s (Y/n). She doesn’t really get along with the other children.” I frowned, “Is she a bad kid?”

“No, she’s just incredibly shy and I wouldn’t be surprised if she has social anxiety. Not that I’m trying to give her a diagnosis, it’s just my uneducated opinion.”

“How old is she?” I asked and the director hummed softly, scratching his head as he thought. “I believe she’s 14 years old.” She was within my age range so I decided to at least give her a chance. “Would I be able to get an interview with her?”

The director nodded and signaled for me to stay where I was while he got her. I watched as he got (Y/n)’s attention and gently told her that I wanted to meet her. She looked over at me and her eyes seemed to widen. As the two of them walked over to me, I noticed that she was shaking, looking down at the floor, refusing to make eye contact with me. The two of us were escorted into a much quieter room to talk and I smiled kindly at her when she sat down across from me.

“Hi there, (Y/n). How are you today?” She looked so nervous as she quietly murmured, “I’m alright. How are you?” This was progress. “I’m doing well, thanks for asking.” She nodded, looking up at me for a second before once again lowering her gaze. “I don’t bite, I promise.” I joked and a ghost of a smile formed on her lips.

Looking down, there were some papers on the table between us that were filled with questions. (Y/n)’s hand twitched a bit, looking like she was going to reach for them but was also hesitating. “Do you need to ask me anything?” I queried and she nodded, finally taking the papers. “S-sorry. I promise that I’ve done this before, but.. I’m just nervous.” she said softly and I nodded in understanding. “Hey, take your time. It’s okay to be nervous. You don’t know me and we’re stuck in a room together. I’d be nervous too if I were in your position.” She let out a small chuckle which made me smile.

“What’s your name?” She read, and I answered. “Mark Fischbach.” She paused for a second, seemingly thinking about something before continuing. “W-what do you do for a living and do you enjoy your job?”

“As silly as it sounds, I make videos on YouTube for people to watch. It’s my dream job and I love it a lot.” (Y/n) looked over at me, her eyes shining with an excitement I hadn’t seen before. “I don’t think that’s silly at all.” She said, “Honestly, it sounds like fun.” I smiled at her, “It is, for the most part.” She shifted in her seat before continuing the interview. The longer the two of us spent time together, even just lightly chatting, the more comfortable she seemed to be. We got along, and while she did pause sometimes to take a breath and calm down her nerves, I wasn’t bothered by her at all. When all the questions were finished, I waved goodbye and met with the director again. I told him that I was going to keep looking, but that I might come back.

I knew that (Y/n) and I got along well, once she got to know me a bit more, but I wasn’t quite sure if she was what I was looking for. I never really stopped thinking about her though, and after a few more days I decided that I was going to adopt her. I came back, told the director my plan, and he set me up for a house inspection the next day. After I was cleared, I brought the paperwork in, made the payment, and waited for her to come down with her stuff.

I saw that she was nervous when she brought down her bag, but she calmed down a little bit when she saw me. “Ready to go home?” She nodded and when the two of us left, I honestly felt pretty good about my decision. The drive back to my house was kinda awkward, but I guess that was to be expected.

When we arrived, I introduced her to Chica and got her settled into her new room. We spent that night learning a bit more about each other, and the next few days had similar themes. It was difficult, getting used to someone new in my house, but it was okay.

I taught her how to play some different video games and was really surprised at how quickly she was able to pick some of them up. She was still a tad bit nervous when it came to getting really close to me, but by the end of the first month, she was smiling almost all the time and had little to no issues with physical contact.

After I introduced her to Amy, and found out that the two of them had actually begun to bond rather quickly, everything seemed like it was falling perfectly into place until something happened.

I was laughing with (Y/n) about my newest playthrough of a really hard game. I had lost my mind over it and when I said, “It’s the ragiest game I’ve ever played and I’m never going back to it!” She responded with “I thought ‘I Am Bread’ was the ragiest game you’ve ever played.” I froze and the room went silent. Looking over at (Y/n)’s face, she had turned pale white.

“How did you know that I’ve played that game? I never gave you the name of my channel so you shouldn’t know that.. unless you started watching or already knew.” She began to fidget and she looked down in what looked like shame. “I-I’m sorry. I should’ve told you by now, but I was scared about how you’d react.”

“Tell me what? I’m not upset that you’ve seen my videos, but why would you hide it?”

“Because I already knew who you were before we met. I.. I didn’t want to tell you during the interview because I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or scare you off. You were so nice and I didn’t think you’d want a kid who was a fan.”

I stayed silent as she continued. “I promise that I’m not one of those over-the-top and crazy fangirls. Yes, I was happy and shocked to see you, but that’s because I never expected this to happen. I mean, you’re Markiplier. I don’t think anyone would be expecting you to suddenly adopt a kid, least of all an anxious and socially awkward girl like me. Honestly, it sounds like something out of a fanfiction rather than something that would happen in real life, but that’s exactly what happened. I’m really, really sorry, Mark.”

I smiled softly and walked over to her, giving her a gentle hug. “I know that you aren’t like those fangirls. You’ve definitely shown that during your time here. And while I’m a little hurt you didn’t tell me about this, I can understand why you hid it. I probably would’ve done the same if I was in your position. You don’t have to worry about it anymore. If anything, this means I can joke about a lot more stuff because you might understand them. Just promise me that you won’t hide stuff like this from me anymore, alright kiddo?”

Her eyes welled with tears and she hugged me back. “I promise.” When we both let go, I laughed softly, wiping away some tears that had started falling down my cheeks. “Whoo! Alright, that’s enough sentimental stuff for one day. Do you want to order pizza and have a movie night?”

“That sounds like fun!” She said, giggling as she also wiped away some tears on her own face. “Thanks for not hating me after I told you the truth. I love you, Dad.” My eyes widened in shock as the name she gave me finally registered. “Gosh dang it, (Y/n)! You’re gonna make me cry again!” She laughed and gave me another hug before running off to the living room.

That was the first time she ever called me Dad.

(End of flashback)

“She kept her promise too. She and I have gotten so close that you’d swear she’s a mini female version of me.” I said, leaning back in my chair. “Wow..” said Wade after the others remained in silence. “She sounds like so much fun to be around!” added Seán with a smile and Ethan nodded. “Could we meet her?”

I hummed softly and thought about it. “As much as I’d like that, she’s really shy around new people. I’m not sure how she’ll be with you guys. Then again, she knows who you all are and she got comfortable around Amy soon after they met, so maybe it won’t be too bad. I’ll run the idea by her.”

I looked toward the clock and my eyes widened. “Oh shoot! It’s almost been half an hour since we finished the video!” The others looked at their own clocks in surprise. “Oh dang. Time flies during story time, huh?” Laughed Wade and we all agreed in amusement. “I’d better get going. I’ll text you guys about her answer, I promise.”

“You’d better remember this time!” Joked Seán as he waved at the camera. I logged off of discord, stretched, and walked downstairs with my dishes. “Sorry I took so long. The guys wanted to talk.” (Y/n) was on her phone in the dining room and she looked up and smiled at me. “It’s okay! You sounded like you had fun.” I nodded, sitting down in a chair next to her. “So, uhm. I have a question for you.”

She watched me expectantly and I took a deep breath before continuing. “So, the others want to meet you.” As I said that, her eyes widened and she visibly tensed. “I know that meeting people isn’t your forte, but I really think you’ll like them.” After a few seconds of silence, she responded. “W-who all are you talking about?”

“Bob, Wade, Tyler, Ethan, and Seán. They want to meet you. I mean, you are part of the family now, so I’m not really surprised.” (Y/n) looked away, seeming to be in thought. “I’m a little shocked that you’re only telling me this now.” It was my turn to look away as my cheeks heated up in embarrassment. “I.. may or may not have forgotten to tell them back when we finalized the adoption.”

(Y/n) began to laugh. “Of course you did.” I feigned feeling hurt, gasping at her dramatically. “You say that like I forget stuff all the time! Are you insinuating that I, THE Markiplier, am getting too old and thus forgetting things often?”

“I mean, you said it, not me. So..” I rolled my eyes and joined in her laughter. After the amusement died down, there was a moment of silence before (Y/n) said softly, “I know how much you want to see them. If they’re somewhat as nice in person as they are online, then I don’t think it would be much of a problem to meet them. I’d just need to hype myself up a bit, I guess.”

I smiled happily and walked over, giving her a hug. “I promise, they’re not bad people. You’ll love them. You don’t have to agree to this if you don’t want to. Please understand that.”

“I.. I know. I’m choosing to say yes, Dad. It’ll be fine.” With that final confirmation, I nodded. “Alright, I’ll tell them that they can visit. Maybe in a week or so?” (Y/n) nodded and I stood up, walking to the living room. “Don’t forget to text them, old man Mark!” She called after me and I spun around dramatically, almost falling over in the process.

(Time Skip: No one’s POV)

Mark and (Y/n) walked into a store together, (Y/n) staying relatively close to her dad and the shopping cart. They walked around, picking out items that they needed, and some that they decided to try for fun or put away for when the others came to visit. Some parents that came to the store couldn’t help but smile when they saw how close the two seemed to be and how they would laugh with each other at the weirdest things.

(Y/n) noticed something on the shelf that they needed and went ahead to grab it, but when she turned around, Mark was nowhere to be seen. She looked around in confusion and then felt her breathing quicken and her hands begin to shake. She went back the way that she came from but she still couldn’t see him. Looking into the next aisle produced the same results.

Thoughts began to swim through her mind, overwhelming her senses. “Where did he go? Did he leave me behind? Did he not want me anymore? Why did he suddenly disappear? Did something happen to him?” She put the item on the shelf behind her before she could drop it and tears began to fill her eyes.

Feeling sick, (Y/n) sat down on the floor, her foot tapping against the ground as she curled in on herself, trying to control her breathing. She was scared, not knowing what to do. She tried to make herself stop thinking about the ‘what ifs’, but to no avail. She heard a soft voice, but didn’t look up at who it was until a familiar hand with a gentle touch was placed on her shoulder. With that, (Y/n) finally looked up.

“M-Mark?”

“Are you okay? You’re shaking like a leaf.”

She quickly embraced him, feeling herself calm down as his arms wrapped around her. He was here. He was real. His deep voice soothed her fears as he murmured words of comfort. “It’s okay. I’m here. Sorry I left you behind. I thought you were right behind me when I forgot to grab something from the other aisle and went back for it. Guess I should pay more attention huh?” (Y/n) couldn’t bring herself to talk but just clung to him.

Mark didn’t question her as he continued to hug her. He knew she was crying, but she made no noise and he hoped she didn’t get hurt, feeling awful that she was upset in the first place. But in all honesty, he wasn’t entirely sure why she was so distressed over him not being there all of a sudden. “It’s okay.” He murmured softly, rocking her back and forth. “I’m not leaving you behind. I love you too much to do that.”

After a few minutes she calmed down enough to where they moved on to the checkout and left the store. Nobody had seen (Y/n)’s breakdown, and that was fine with the two of them. It had been a private moment. The car was filled with silence on the way home and Mark constantly looked in the rearview mirror to check if his daughter was okay. The poor girl looked exhausted.

After coming home and quickly putting away the groceries, Mark sat down with (Y/n), making sure that she wasn’t still in any part of her panic attack. He wrapped her up in a blanket, once again and gave her a big hug. “How’re you feeling?”

“Better.. I’m sorry for what happened, Dad.” Mark shook his head. “There’s no reason to be sorry. You were frightened. I do have to ask though, why were you afraid? I was only gone for less than a minute and I was pretty sure you could’ve seen me in the previous aisle.” (Y/n) went silent before softly murmuring, “I.. don’t think I’m ready to talk about it. Also, I did look in both the last and next aisles. I couldn’t see you. I think you were hidden by something.”

“Okay then. Take your time. I’ll be here when you’re ready to tell me, and, come to think of it, there was a large pile of boxes over there so maybe that’s why you couldn’t see me. Sorry about that.”

“Don’t be sorry. You did nothing wrong. You were just grabbing groceries.”

Mark hugged her again, the two of them laughing as she returned the gesture, sighing with contentment in his arms.

(Time skip)

The day for the guests’ arrival finally came and (Y/n) had basically locked herself up in her room. Chica was in there with her, laying still beside the girl and receiving distracted pets. “I don’t know what to do.” The teenager said, looking at the loyal dog. “I know they’re nice people. Mark told me so, and they act relatively nice in their videos. I just.. I don’t know if I’ll feel comfortable around them. I don’t want to let dad down, or make the others sad by not being around them. What do I do, Chica Beeka?”

The golden retriever in question just looked up at her and wagged her tail. (Y/n) couldn’t help but smile, giving her a head scratch. “Not much help there, buddy, but thanks for listening.” Just then, there was a knock at the door. Chica jumped up and pawed at the bedroom door. (Y/n) took a deep breath and let her out, following the dog down the stairs.

They were here.

Mark was at the door, happily greeting his friends as Chica ran around, barking in excitement. (Y/n) stood back in the entrance to the living room, not daring to get close to the group, but instead just watched them interact with her father. She knew who these men were. Seán, Bob, Wade, Tyler, and Ethan were some of Mark’s closest friends who she had seen on videos before, as well as heard Mark talking to them over video call or the phone. This fact, however, didn’t excuse the fact that she was nervous. Seán was the first to notice her and smiled, coming closer to her as she took a few steps back. “Aww hello there!” He said with a wide grin. “You must be (Y/n). Mark’s told us a lot about you.” She could barely form words as the others also looked in her direction. “I.. umm.. Hi..?” She backed up once more as Ethan approached her. “Don’t be shy, we’re not gonna hurt you.” Mark noticed her distress and asked that they back off a bit. He watched her visibly relax when her personal space was restored. Bob and Wade looked at each other, deciding to speak to her gently while staying where they were. “It’s nice to finally meet you, (Y/n).” spoke the larger of the two, waving at her kindly. The gesture was returned.

Mark got closer to her and the others watched as she stood her ground and he put an arm around her. “Sorry, I did tell you guys she might not be too comfortable at first.” Tyler nodded in understanding. “I get that. Better safe than sorry, am I right?” (Y/n) nodded and hid a little bit behind Mark.

Ethan smiled at her, seeming to have an understanding of the situation. “You don’t need to worry about us.” He said gently. “I know we’re all big and loud and scary, but I promise we aren’t bad people.” Chica made her way over to the girl who gave her some head pats. “I.. I know you guys aren’t bad. If you were, then dad probably wouldn’t be friends with you. I’m.. just not used to you yet.” Mark gave her a side hug with a smile. “It’ll take some time, but we’ll get there. It’s just like we always do. We’ll take things slowly.”

Over the next few days, (Y/n) gained exposure to the others. They were respectful of her personal space and they were all pleasantly surprised at how similar she was to them. Sure, they had heard of some stuff from Mark, but actually witnessing it was something different.

Tyler was the first one to really bond with her. His calm and gentle nature made her comfortable so it wasn’t entirely surprising that he would be the one to start them off. He and (Y/n) found a shared interest in some sports and they held some nice conversations about them.

Next came Bob, followed closely by Wade. They started playing some video games together and while at first she didn’t say much, when she got a bit more comfortable and started talking, the two men were rather pleased to hear her use Mark’s sense of humor. It made the games much less tense and a lot more enjoyable.

Ethan was second to last. He was very energetic and seemed to have the mind of an 8th grader, so he and (Y/n) bonded over memes. He showed her some of his favorites when the two of them were bored in the living room and she shared some of hers. Their somewhat immature humor made it a very fun event, especially when it came to meme videos and clips they could find on random discord servers.

Seán, much to his disappointment, was the last one. Maybe it was because he was so outgoing, or perhaps it was because she was busy with the others. Either way, he didn’t really know how to connect with her. Yes, they both liked video games and other such things, but he didn’t really know how to approach her.

That changed when he was out on the porch, petting Chica. He heard the sliding glass door open and a pair of hesitant footsteps come near. “M-may I.. sit with you?” He looked over to discover that it was (Y/n). He nodded and she sat on the opposite side of Chica, giving her a head scratch.

There was a peaceful silence between the two of them for quite some time before Seán spoke up. “I’m sorry, but I have no idea how to talk to you.” The girl laughed softly, “You and me both.” Chica let out a yawn, stretching slightly before (Y/n) continued. “I.. I haven’t really given you a chance before now. I’ve been so.. Nervous.”

“Why?” The teen shrugged. “I guess I’m just getting used to having so many people here that I don’t really know and you’re, like, my second favorite YouTuber so.. yeah, anxiety overload.” Seán looked at her in surprise. “You watch my videos?” She nodded. “Yup. I’ve watched at least one video from all of you, but I mainly see or hear you during collabs with dad.”

The Irishman smiled. “I’m pretty sure that’s how most people find our channels at this point.” (Y/n) laughed softly. “Pretty much, but give yourself some credit. You guys make great videos by yourself, no Markiplier included.” Seán blushed slightly from the praise. “Well, thank you. That’s high praise coming from his daughter.”

She rolled her eyes with a smirk. “Oh please. I was a fan of you guys before I was his daughter.” With the awkward barrier finally broken, they were finally able to talk to each other, all while petting a very happy Chica.

Things would take time to get used to, and no, having those five at the house wasn’t permanent, but slowly, (Y/n) was finally able to get somewhat comfortable with them before they had to leave. Mark was very happy. This had turned out better than expected, and he knew it would be a lot more fun when it came to any future visits.

No, (Y/n) didn’t engage in much if any physical touch with them, but that was to be expected, and that was alright. It would take time to achieve that kind of bond with her, as it had for Mark and Amy. But there was no issue with taking it slow.

No issues at all..

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