#WKM The Mayor

[fictionalsownme]

i'll be over him when I'm dead okay

I have covid!! or at least my brother has it who I live with and I am very very sick! I'll be fine but I'm staying home from class to avoid spreading it so I finally got some time to finish up some drawings I've been sitting on 🥰 you guys should know I watch every single notification that comes in and smile and gush about them like a creeper so thank you as always, it really does mean a lot!! If I end up testing positive I imagine I'll be out of school for even longer so at least it'd be nice to have some time to draw & write 💞 I really really love how these ones came out, they were supposed to just be sketches and then I just kept going lmao. I've been experimenting with rendering more and more so hopefully you guys like it too! It feels like everyone's getting sick rn so stay healthy everyone! 💞💞 Happy Thursday!!

[mbgcreates]

Egotober Day 2: Bird

While technically not the first time I've drawn a human with wings (thank u MLP), this is the first time I've drawn them partially open like this. I quite like this concept with Damien 😁

[midnight-nightrose]

Wkm playing card ideas

[elenavr13]

Old friend!

[kevinzhechair]

Fuck it Markiplier ego/aus sketch dump

my swap au under

[bittengalaxies]

Kinktober Day 26: Threesome & William, Damien, & DA

931 words

Damien, William, GN!Reader DA

Contains: Cockwarming, spitroasting, voyeurism, mutual masterbation

You probably shouldn't have opened the door when you found William standing there, waiting with that warm smile to be let into your apartment. You were supposed to be studying for an exam coming up, but you were starting to get burned out on university work, and you know that with the discussion of The War that should things progress, William would be drafted, and that meant how much longer before you would see your friend in uniform, possibly to never return?

So you thought nothing of it, complaining about studying and how you just wanted to turn your brain off for a few hours.

And William...darling William, sweet William...agreed that you should. That he could help you do that! You agreed happily and with relief.

You would have thought he would mean alcohol. A means of distraction of some sort.

But now you were shivering in his lap wearing nothing while he's only gotten his pants open just enough to fill you with his cock. It was thicker than you would have thought, the stretch so much but so good. You were trying so very hard to not just give in like you wanted to, cockwarming him while facing your apartment door. That made you writhe, trying to figure out why that brought such a flush to your face, making you squirm and get chided, William's broad hands gripping your hips and holding you in place.

The why answered itself when Damien walked in, looking worn out from his own classes. You forgot he was going to be coming over to join you for studying after his afternoon lecture. He shut the door before looking up, his eyes going slowly wider.

"D-Damien..." you panted out, watching as your voice sounded so tight from the hours being kept full by William's cock. Damien swallowed, licking his lips immediately afterwards, his eyes darting between your face, William's grin behind you, and the place where the two of you met, your legs held open with William's.

"Wh...should...I go?"

"No no, not at all!" William's chipper voice sounded from behind you, his chin now resting on your shoulder. "Our dear friend needed a study break, and I've given them one! Looks like you could use one too. Why don't you join us?"

The whimper rose out of your throat before you could stop it, your whole body clenching. That earned a moan, and William's voice dropped lower, making you shiver and tighten around him again. "Seems like someone would very much enjoy that."

For a moment, Damien looks like he might not consider it. Then you watched as your normally composed friend couldn't seem to get out of his clothes fast enough, eager to join in. That brought a fresh wave of heat to your skin and to the tense coil in your gut, knowing he wanted this. A frantic moment later, he stood there, slowly stroking his own cock with a low groan, eyes still darting all over. You whined, writhing again despite William's still-tight grip on your hip.

"I know," he purred from next to your ear, meeting Damien's gaze. "I'll let them finally touch themself while you stroke yourself off. Then, when they climax, they'll be so nice and pliant for us, Bet you could fuck them back onto my cock." You watched Damien's eyes drop to your lips, nodding.

"Go on then, my dear. Show me how you get off. I can hear you through the walls when I stay the night, you know, moaning my name."

Your hand all but flies to your crotch, finally able to relief some of that tension and boiling heat writhing in your gut, even as you whimper at Damien's words. He knew. He knew, he heard you wanting him. And by the way he groaned, watching your hand move with practice, he finally got to see how you did, stroking himself faster, eyes not moving once from your hand. He liked it, and that made the need build faster. You had to cum, you had to, to show him how much you wanted this, wanted them both--

"Fuck." William moaned again, his hands tighter now, certain to bruise. "You're close, aren't you?"

You nodded, a loose and frenetic motion, too absorbed into the tight-tense-building-almost-there--

"Cum." The command was from both men, nearly simultaneously, and your body listened. The world was awash in bright white resolving into swimming watercolors when you could remember how to breathe. Your eyes still hadn't focused before you felt a hot hand between your shoulder blades and another on the top of your head, both gently guiding you to lean forward. With how you were still clenching with aftershocks, the way William's cock pressed against your insides with the motion, you couldn't help but moan open-mouthed, panting with how good it all was.

The press of a cockhead against your open lips made you look up, automatically opening wider so Damien could rock his hips forward. You didn't even think as you sucked, pressing your tongue against the underside of his shaft. "F-fuck, d-dearest...finally, I get to fuck this pretty mouth..."

You moaned, relaxing further, wanting more. Your brain was fully gone by this point, replaced with just the desperate need to be full.

William laughed, canting his hips up to push you further onto Damien's cock, making him moan above you. In kind, he rocked forward himself, pushing you back to be fully seated on William again. "Careful, Will. They have years of fantasies of us to fulfill."

"Then let's give them what they've been craving, shall we?" 

[thehalfdemonwitchfromamestris]

So, I’m rewatching WKM, and I’m at the part where we find Abe’s evidence room with the cork board and newspaper clippings and such, and I paused on the cork board to read the sticky notes, and on the top of the “Safari Hunt Gone Wrong” newspaper, it shows a rather interesting headline:

(Text reads: “City Mayor Is Secretly A Demon In Disguise”)

In conclusion,

DAMN YOU @markiplier AND YOUR FOR-SHADOWING DETAILS!!!!!!!!!

[msmaggie99]

Happy (belated) April Fools.

This was a project that was saved in Procreate from 2 years ago that I forgot and never posted, so don’t mind the old style

[writtengalaxies]

Happy holiday! Do you have headcannon of what would be damien's nickname for the da? And also did those nickname change when he's dark?

Happy holiday to you too (and anyone who celebrates!) I do! For Damien...

Damien very much gives off the "I'll use endearing pet names without us being in a relationship" vibes. Either as a cover or as friends.

"My dear" is a common one

As well as "little monster". Just the way it's said in WKM feels so much like a nickname used by a group that's turned into a term of endearment. The inflection paired with that warm, bright grin, you know?

Mostly, however, his nicknames are likely going to be largely based off the DA's name. Shortening it, or turning it into a pun that'll make the DA groan.

"Starlight" is one I like to use for my DA. Because...you don't see them until the conditions are just right, and then they shine so brightly it steals your breath away. (In return, he gets called "Sunshine".)

Dark...well.

It's always there, right on the tip of his tongue. All the endearments, all the old nicknames. But he knows his tone is different now. Where it was warm, it's cold. He sounds like he's sneering half the time.

It all sounds snide. And with the DA? He doesn't want it to.

So he doesn't, not until even he gets tired, lets nostalgia get to him. His voice softens when it's not tempered with anger.

"My dear" sounds more personal. "Little monster" regains it's gentle teasing quality. "Darling" comes more naturally.

He can't bring himself to use the nicknames and puns based off the DA's name, however. Either he's afraid of reminding the DA of who he used to be (and can no longer be), or he feels like he doesn't deserve to. The puns are hardest...his anger has burned away his sense of humor.

[iwouldfuckdarkiplier]

Damien being so touch starved and needy that he does whatever he can to get you to fuck him.

Whether that be teasing you, making underhanded little comments, or brushing his hand against a sensitive spot so you'll get fed up and fuck him; only to completely fall apart whenever he receives even the slightest bit of touch.

You slipping your hand up his shirt, and him whimpering so needily as you do..

Quite the lovely imagine, I think.

Damien probably sounds really pretty whimpering.

[fictionalsownme]

the true ride or die let’s be real 🖤🤍

been working on that wilford fic I wanna post soon when I have a bit of time to work on creative stuff— at least you can enjoy this boy in the meantime! I’m also going to be closing emergency commissions, a huge huge thank you to everyone who was able to help out 💞 going through a lot of stuff right now but being able to post on here when I have time and connect with everyone helps a lot! I hope everyone is doing well 🥰

[mbgcreates]

Egotober Day 14: Blue

I was originally going to skip today, but since I did Celine as Red, I realized I had the perfect opportunity for Blue :3

[r0ttente3th]

Damien seems a bit more worried than the Colonel!

[clemclamdoodles]

Hey Mr Mayor!

[rj0186]

Time for my favorite boy!

This one took me forever and I'm not quite sure I like the finished product, maybe I'll make another one for him in the future.

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Damien

[coolmayordamien]

Sweet Damien/(Y/N) the District Attorney fluff drabble because I cannot be stopped.

"My dearest friend," Damien greets you warmly, his eyes sparkling with unfeigned delight as he grasps your hands in his own. His ever-present cane leans against the bench that he has just vacated.

You cannot help but to grin in the face of his abject happiness. It never ceases to amaze you that a man such as this--wealthy, influential, handsome--can take so much pleasure from your company alone.

"Thank you for agreeing to meet me here," he says softly, politetly guiding you to the bench. The park that he has asked you to is not one that you have visited before, and it is lovely. There are many walking trails to choose from, a few of which seem to lead off into more private, wooded areas. You would like to walk with him, but his leg still gives him some trouble. You do not want to upset him by asking.

"Thank you for inviting me," you answer back. You are pleased to note a faint blush is dusting his features. It makes him look quite sweet.

Judging by the way he favors his right leg as he joins you on the bench, you were correct not to ask him to walk the trails with you today. That is just as well; it is thrilling enough to be sat next to him, watching people as they pass you by.

It seems to you that Damien has placed himself closer to you than is strictly necessary; although there is plenty of space to his other side, the pair of you are close enough that you can feel his body heat radiating through his suit jacket. If you were to shift slightly, your legs would be touching.

Some time passes in pleasant silence as you watch the world pass by. You and Damien do not always need words to understand each other. This is one of your favorite things about your old friend. You are simply comfortable together in a way that you do not experience with anyone else.

Eventually, though, he breaks the silence.

"My dearest friend," Damien says thoughtfully. "It is true, you know. You are the dearest person to my heart. Were our friendship ever to reach a parting, (Y/N), I simply do not know what I would do."

"Then I suppose that it's a good thing that we will always be friends," you say softly, placing a hand on his knee. You are startled when his own hand covers yours. It is warm, as warm as your cheeks are growing, and it feels so right to have your hand in his.

"I am so happy to hear you say that," Damien says earnestly, holding your gaze for such a long time that you can feel your blush growing.

"But," he continues, and your heart plummets, "I am afraid...I am afraid that I have been...I have not been forthright with you as of late, my friend."

"Damien?" you ask, your mouth suddenly dry. "What do you mean?"

He is quite pale as he says, "I find my thoughts turning to you...quite often. I think of your smile, your friendship, your laugh. I think of the way you rob me blind in poker, smirking all the while, and I--my thoughts, (Y/N), have not been...quite gentlemanly. I believe that my feelings for you have evolved quite without my permission."

You cannot say a thing, and he turns away from you. His hand tightens over your own as if he cannot control it.

"I have grown quite fond of you," he whispers haltingly. "I...mayhaps I...mayhaps I even care for you in a- a romantic sense."

"Damien," you say gently. He faces you once again, his expression one that seems to be prepared for rejection. You cannot help but to turn your hand in his, lacing your fingers together.

"I am quite fond of you as well," you grin, and his face lights up. You place the palm of your free hand against his cheek, which is lightly dusted with stubble. His eyes close as if the touch has caused him great pain, or great pleasure.

"I am so glad," Damien breathes as he leans in to graze your lips with his own. "So very glad, my dear."