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mothgodofchaos · 1 month ago

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Pizza

This man is a dork and I hate him. /aff

Illinois James x GN!Reader, TW: none Words: 635

While out camping, neither of you feel like pulling your cooking equipment out and making something from your prepped meals. Your GPS leads you to a shitty pizza joint in the middle of nowhere, but at least there’s minimal effort in ordering shitty pizza from a shitty pizza joint in the middle of nowhere.

You each get a personal pizza since he could easily finish one himself. That, and there was no way in hell you were gonna share with him. You sit up on the hood of his car, leaning against him as you eat your greasy pizza over the pizza box. The stars twinkle in the sky above the desert.

“Next time, we’re not camping out in the middle of nowhere again. I’m so fucking done with snakes.”

“There’s snakes everywhere, darlin’. The ones in the city are just a different kind.”

You both laugh, him subtly shaking you as you lean against his chest. He down at you as you lean your head back, flinching out of the way as you flick his hat. It doesn’t move much, which he’s grateful for as he doesn’t need to get up to retrieve it. He boops your nose after fixing it, hoping to disable you temporarily to stop the flicks.

“Hey!”

“-is for horses. Which I asked if you wanted to ride, but you said no.”

“Illinois James, you fucking know that’s not what I meant.”

“I think you overestimate my intelligence, darlin’. What is it you always say? The cave rocks are more intelligent than me?”

“And I’d say it again.”

Illinois grabs your wrist, fighting against your resistances to take a bite of your pizza. He makes exaggerated biting noises every time he “misses”, hoping to get you to laugh.

“Oh c’mon cutie, won’t give me a bite?”

“Go back to eating rocks, golem brain.”

Illinois laughs, pulling your hand behind him to pull your face up to him, surprising you with a kiss. You look at him with a bit of shock in your eyes, before squinting at him and flicking his hat again.

“I wouldn’t recommend doin’ that a third time there, honey bun. I’ll put you in air jail.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.”

You know better than to test him while you’re still hungry, so he gets to be smug for a bit while you finish your pizza. He hops down, going to toss his pizza box in the parking lot garbage can, tipping his hat to you. It’s hard not to notice the particular way he walks, and how he reaches for his whip any time he bends down to grab anything. You stash the rest of your pizza in the backseat, sliding down the hood of the car and going to sneak up on Illinois.

He seems to hear you, whipping around with his hands out and in a bit of crouch.

“Whatcha doin’ there, darlin’?”

“Round three-”

You run at him, going for his hat as he dodges out of the way. Your feet skid against the pavement, turning back around to go again. All he does is tip his hat again, hands poised to grab you. Your legs carry you as you sprint at him again, with him moving out of the way at the last second, clotheslining you on his arm. You fall back into his hold as you’re stunned, Illinois quickly wrapping his arms around you. Out of breath, you look up at him with a lighthearted glare.

“Bastard.”

“The one and only.”

He leans down to kiss you, although he stops a breath away from your lips as he hears something else. In a second, he drops your legs and uses his hat to block whomever just walked out of the pizza place from watching you two kiss.

“Now, where were we?”

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leighsartworks216 · 1 year ago

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Markiplier Egos Masterlist

I have too many links on my main masterlist lol

Main Masterlist

AO3

Request Rules

Tag List Form

The Host

Please Stay - The Host x gn!reader

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

Help - The Host x gn!reader

Warnings: hurt/comfort, depression, intrusive thoughts

Friendship - The Host x gn!reader

Warnings: none

Cuddles - The Host x gn!reader (platonic)

Warnings: swearing, anxiety, awkwardness

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

Warnings: none

Wilford Warfstache

Blanket Thief - Wilford x gn!reader

Warnings: none, just pure fluff

Scary Movie Night - Wilford x gn!reader

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

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

Warnings: mentions of food and drink

Yancy

Pet - Yancy x gn!reader

Warnings: swearing, reader is angy, bad accents

Parole - Yancy x gn!reader

Warnings: cat

My Handsome Guy - trans!Yancy x transmasc!reader

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

Breakfast - Yancy x gn!reader

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

Star-gazing - Yancy x gn!reader x Illinois

Warnings: none

Solitary - Yancy x gn!reader

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

Hyperfixations - Yancy x autistic!gn!reader x Illinois

Warnings: slight swearing???, fluff

Darkiplier

Just a Little Dark Drabble - Dark x gn!reader

Warnings: none

A Thousand Awful Days - Dark x transmasc!reader

Warnings: dysphoria, swearing, fluff

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

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

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

Warnings: none

Grief - Dark x gn!reader

Warnings: grieving, depression, loss of a pet

Period Pains - Dark x AFAB!reader

Warnings: talk of period stuff that may cause dysphoria

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

Warnings: angst

Birthday Wishes - Dark x DA!reader

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

Dark Drabble - Dark x DA!reader

Warnings: none

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

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

Panic Attack Comfort Headcanons - Dark x gn!reader

Warnings: panic attack (obvi), mostly fluff

Pretty Boy - King!Dark x masc!reader

Warnings: things get a little spicy 😳

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

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

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

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

Illinois

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

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

Partner - Illinois x gn!reader

Warnings: none

Free of Charge - Illinois x gn!reader

Warnings: illness, swearing, hurt/comfort

Reckless - Illinois x gn!reader

Warnings: death, blood, injury, swearing, ANGST

Family Reunion - Illinois, no reader

Warnings: none

Stay Safe - Illinois x gn!reader

Warnings: swearing

Star-gazing - Illinois x gn!reader x Yancy

Warnings: none

Careful Not To Fall In Love - Illinois & Indiana Jones

Warnings: none

Hyperfixations - Illinois x autistic!gn!reader x Yancy

Warnings, slight swearing??, fluff

Damien

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

Warnings: none

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

Warnings: none

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

Warnings: angst

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

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

Sodomy - Damien x male!DA!reader

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

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

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

Googleplier

Hug - Google x gn!reader

Warnings: none

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

Warnings: none

First Kiss Headcanons - Google x gn!reader

Warnings: none

ISWM

You’re Not The Captain AU

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

You’re Another Engineer AU

One

Captain’s Log - Ficlet - Addition

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

Engineer Mark

Kiss It Better - Engineer Mark x gn!reader

Warnings: minor injury, but mostly just fluff

Captain, My Captain - Engineer Mark x AFAB!reader

Warnings: period fic, cramps, swearing

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

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

I Missed You - Engineer Mark x transmasc!reader

Warnings: being (unintentionally) misgendered

#1 Captain - Engineer Mark x gn!reader

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort

Your Captain - Engineer Mark x gn!reader

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

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drunkonaheistinspace · 1 year ago

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three almost kisses and the one time nothing could interrupt

originally published: December 3rd, 2023

Pairing: Illinois x gn!Reader

Rating: General Audience

Tags: fluff, friendship, first kiss, slight angst

When Illinois proudly announced that the two of you would be attending an auction again, flashbacks from last time hit you like a tsunami. Luckily for you, you were informed of his plans two weeks in advance and not hours in advance like last time, giving you plenty of time to prepare.

The first thing you did was insist that you wear your outfit from last time and he didn't have to buy you a new one. You accidentally found out how much he paid for it, which nearly gave you a heart attack. The only reason you still had it was Illinois's argument that it was a birthday present and you didn't want to be rude. And yes, you even kept the overpriced ring that could possibly be an ancient relic. The second was to find out more information about the auction. This time it was about a deceased collector whose collection is being liquidated so that the family can pay off the mountain of debt that the deceased had left them. It looks like you might even find it this time as the deceased specialized in ancient artifacts and judging by the thumbnails were the kind of artifacts you're after.

The sight of Illinois in a suit was something you could never get used to. It was just wrong. But it gave you the opportunity to tie his bow tie, which in turn gave you an excuse to get close to him. "Let's go over the rules again," you said as you straightened the bow tie. "Why are we going to the auction?" Illinois sighed. "To find potential pieces for my collection." "What don't we do?" "Do not purchase artifacts of unknown and/or questionable origin." "And?" "And don't give my partner any gifts that cost me more than fifty dollars." The fifty dollars was still a compromise. You wanted to go lower than ten bucks, after all he was still your boss and after all he was obligated to pay you and he paid you well above average, which is why you didn't see the point of expensive gifts. But he insisted that there should be at least fifty. He referred to this as a bonus for excellent work performance.

A look out of the window told you that the limousine had already arrived and was now waiting for you. You went to grab your coat, but Illinois grabbed your arm. You looked at him in surprise. “After the auction...would you like to go out for dinner afterward? It doesn't have to be expensive! We can also just make a detour to McDonald's and get something there.” A gentle smile graced your face. Illinois was always so cute when he was shy. This was a side of him that only you got to see. "I'd love to have dinner with you." You stood in absolute silence for a moment, looking at each other before Illinois slowly walked towards you and leaned towards you. You closed your eyes in anticipation but your lips didn't touch. Instead, you were startled by loud impatient horns. "The limo is waiting," you said, heart racing, and grabbed your coat. "Yeah, we should go now," he agreed, running his fingers through his hair.

In the end, the auction was canceled because two idiots broke in and took a large part of the collection. Instead, you spent the night in the parking lot behind a McDonald's watching the stars while sharing a helping of chicken nuggets.

You had asked Illinois for a single day at the beach several times in the past. Just to relax. Well, your wish has finally been granted after a long time, but unfortunately not in the way you would like. Yes, you just found yourself on a beach at sunset, but instead of sipping colorful cocktails and enjoying the view, you were stuck on a deserted island in the middle of nowhere with a treasure map that made no sense.

"I give up! The map is useless!" you called to your boss who had climbed up one of the palm trees hoping to get a better view of the island. You, on the other hand, had the map in your hand and tried to make sense of the scribble. "I'm afraid I have to agree with you there," Illinois admitted while clambering down the palm tree. "I'm not even sure if we're on the right island anymore." You sit down on the sand and bury your face in your hands. The adventurer sat next to you and fanned the cool air with his hat. "At least we can enjoy the sunset." With a sigh, you looked up and you had to admit that the sunset here was particularly beautiful. At least there was a nice moment you could share with Illinois. "We should take a vacation and just go somewhere that isn't dangerous," you murmur as you rest your head on his shoulder. Illinois said nothing and just silently took your hand and gently squeezed it.

You just sat there and watched the sunset without saying a word. You couldn't remember who turned around first, but suddenly you were looking at each other and your faces got closer and closer. Your lips were only a few millimeters from touching. You were just a head movement away from what you both longed for. At the same time, a cannonball hit the water just meters in front of you, drenching you both in seawater. You looked up in surprise and saw a ship on the horizon.

"Please tell me that's not who I think it is," you moaned in annoyance and frustration. "Captain Magnum," Illinois confirmed. "Maybe we should flee inland before he actually hits us." As if on cue, you saw another cannonball being fired and you ran into the dense jungle hoping to escape the pirate.

You ran through the dark maze-like corridors. You've been running for quite a while and you're not exactly sure where you are right now. Everything looks the same and the fear that you've been going in circles the whole time overcomes you. The worst thing about the whole thing, however, was the fact that you didn't even know who you were running from or where exactly you were going. The day started out so harmless.

It was a beautiful summer day and you and Illinois were “on vacation” so to speak. Maybe vacation wasn't the right word. It was much more of a break between adventures because your plane broke down and your flight was delayed by two days. You were in no hurry and instead chose to take this as a sign that you really needed some time off. This included sitting in cute little cafes, drinking coffee and talking about possible new goals. Buy new work boots. Arguing with Illi about why you don't need a 200 euro jacket. In the end you decided to visit an art exhibition.

The exhibition included several different pieces by well-known local artists. You didn't know any of them, but that didn't stop you from marveling at the countless works. Illinois seemed to feel the same way because he would stand in front of a work for a long time complementing both the composition and the technique and all you could do was listen in silence and marvel at how much this man knew about art.

Then it happened. Illinois was laughing. Everything was good. Everything was wonderful. Then he noticed something in the distance. His laughter stopped. His smile vanished. He looked like he had seen a demon. Then everything happened quickly. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards the exit, but something forced him to change direction and you ran deeper into the gallery. You couldn't see who or what was doing this to Illinois, but you were sure of one thing. You've never seen him so scared. Eventually he drags you through a door with a staircase leading down. Once you got to the bottom you saw two hallways and Illinois turned to you with a worried look.

"Listen to me. We have to split up! He's most likely after me and I doubt he'll hurt you as long as you stay away from me!" "But-" you tried to protest, but he placed a finger on your lips, silencing you. "No buts! For once, I want you to listen to me and do what I tell you. This is solely for your good.” He removed his finger and instead took your face in his hands. “We will find each other again. I promise it." You wanted to protest again, but the look in his eyes tells you that he won't accept any complaints. You took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay. I trust you." He gave you one final affirmative smile before you walked in different directions.

And so you found yourself in the endless dark labyrinth that sucked every hope out of you with every passing second. Your legs hurt from running and you were exhausted, but you couldn't afford a break. Not unless you knew where the adventurer was. Every step you took felt like you were pulling a heavy load behind you, and a tightness that settled in your chest heralded the onset of a panic attack. It was difficult for you to see in the dimly lit hallways and you felt like it was getting darker with every step. How much time has passed since you broke up?

You turned a corner and instead of finding another endless corridor ahead of you, you ran into what you initially thought was a wall. Only the wall was warm, muscular and difficult to breathe. Two strong hands rested on your shoulders, providing the necessary support that kept you from collapsing like a cheap folding chair on a hot summer afternoon. "Thank God! You're fine!" did you hear the living Adonis statue say You were too exhausted to say anything. Instead, the hands moved away from your shoulders and you were pulled into a tight hug. "I know I have some explaining to do, and I'll do it once we get out of here," Illinois still held you tight, afraid someone would pull you away from him. “I promise you that we will then be a month – no, two months! oh you know what Let's take the rest of the year off and just relax!" The support that the adventurer gave you finally let you relax and catch your breath. Over time, your mind became clearer and the hallway you are in became brighter. You take a deep breath. The familiar smell of leather and linen gave you another piece of security. Your limbs were heavy as lead, but you somehow managed to raise your arm and squeeze Illinois' biceps, after which he released you.

You didn't realize your vision was blurry until you tried to look the adventurer in the face. You feel his warm hands on your cheeks and a light pressure on your forehead. You blink a few times and as your vision cleared you noticed his forehead was pressed against yours. His eyes were closed, his sun-tanned skin was glistening with sweat, and you could smell the faint whiff of coffee on his breath. "I promise nothing will happen to you," he whispered more to himself than to you. “You survived until now. You survived longer than anyone else." He opened his eyes. "You mean too much to me to let him take you away." You stared into each other's eyes for a long time. The corridor was long forgotten. All your senses were taken over by him. The warmth radiating from him. The smell of him clouding your mind like a potent drug. His breath on your face. His eyes that looked straight into your soul. It was like a spell that you couldn't break.

Slowly he closed his eyes again and tilted his head. His lips were only a few millimeters from yours. You inhale his breath and close your eyes. This was the moment. But before you could lean forward and fully surrender to the spell, a door next to you was violently thrown open. You both jumped aside in shock and panic. Was the door here all along? "There you are!" exclaimed Wilford. You both looked at him in horror, but neither of you was able to say or do anything. “You two are extremely late for your interview! Well, come on in!" Wilford grabbed you both by the wrist and yanked you through the door.

You didn't talk about what happened in the corridor. Neither of you could.

It's mid-August. The sky was painted yellow and pink from the setting sun. Illinois kept his promise. Since the Gallery incident, you've stayed away from adventures and settled in a small town. He gave you you room to breath by giving you a small house on the outskirts of town. Under normal circumstances you would insist on getting an apartment, but since the incident you just needed some alone time. Time to think. Time to understand your own feelings. His house wasn't far. A few minutes walk. He gave you a key. You were welcome at any time. And yet you haven't seen each other in two months.

Those two months were the first time you could really think. Overthink. Losing yourself in your own mind. You realized three things: 1. The carpet in your living room was exceptionally soft and perfect for staring at the ceiling for hours. 2. You miss the smell of leather and canvas. 3. Illinois' entire existence was like a siren song and you struggled every day to resist it.

You only now realized that you had been under his spell since the first time you met and every time you tried to leave, you somehow found a way back to him. You had lost your heart and it was now part of his collection. The only thing that stopped him from possessing both your body and your soul was a single kiss.

One kiss and there will be no turning back.

A kiss to seal the deal.

A kiss to become his holy grail.

Every time you opened your front door and looked out, you could see his house. So far and yet so close. There was nothing standing in your way except your own pride and sanity. But today you were weak.

You didn't bother putting on shoes. You looked up at the sky and noticed that the colorful play of colors from before was replaced by dark rain clouds. You felt the first drops on your face and closed your eyes. It didn't take long for the light drizzle to turn into a storm. The rain soaked your clothes and your hair was wet and stuck to your face. This was the perfect weather.

Your legs moved of their own accord, carrying you down the street until you stood in front of his house. Lightning and thunder joined the rain and the wind became more ruthless. But you didn't care. Three steps and you were standing at his door. You take three deep breaths. You knock on the door three times.

You heard the footsteps behind the door. Your heart was racing and you felt the adrenaline rushing through your veins. You heard the door unlock and you held your breath. The door swung open and you took the first step. Illinois didn't have time to react as your arms wrapped around his neck and cold lips pressed against his. He stumbled backwards until his back was pressed against a wall. Only when he realized it was you kissing him did he allow himself to close his eyes and return the kiss. Only when he wrapped his arms around you and felt how wet your clothes were did he force himself to break the kiss. He grabbed your shoulders and pushed you away. You were surprised at his sudden abruptness, but the sight that greeted you made every bit of anger in you fade away. His otherwise perfect hair hung over his face, his cheeks red, his lips swollen and his eyes dark. You wanted to lunge at him once more and steal another kiss, but his grip was iron, keeping you at arm's length.

“What happened?” he asked, struggling to keep you at a safe distance. “Why are you wet?” “I couldn’t take it anymore,” you replied while breathing heavily. "I need to see you, feel you, you..." “And that’s why you walked through the rain?” He looked you up and down again. “And that barefoot?!” You rolled your eyes. “How dare I walk barefoot in the rain! This is worse than the time I had to jump off a cliff into the sea! Or the time I had to fight a mutant killer bunny!” Now it was Illinois who rolled his eyes.

You felt his grip on your shoulders loosen and you took the opportunity to approach him again. He didn't do anything to stop you and so you wrapped your arms around him again and hid your face in his neck. Strong arms wrapped around your wet form, pushing you closer to him. “I want to be more than your partner,” you whisper into his skin. In response, he kissed you on the temple. “Were you thinking about a spring wedding or would you prefer fall?” You gave him a light kick to the leg. “Not so fast, my dear! We haven’t seen each other for two months and we have to make up for that time first.” “Whatever you want, treasure!”

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jacksepticeye-simp · 2 years ago

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Masterlist/Intro + DNIs

Hello, my name is Andrew! I'm ftm and use he/him pronouns. My favorite colour is red and my favorite youtubers are Markiplier & Jacksepticeye! You can see which characters I write for and their respective tags underneath my fandom list! Please don't ask me for money or advertise things in my inbox as I don't have any money.

Wattpad: Jacksepticeye-simp

AO3: jacksepticeyesimp

Side blogs: @antisepticeye-simp @mostdefinetlyjackieboyman @pigeon-detector @divine-ceo

Green = Will do/Interact/No TWs

Yellow/Orange = May not do/Thin ice/Very light TWs

Red: Will not do/Do not Interact/Very sensitive TWs/Dead dove

I will do:

Drawings (See 'Will not do' for more details)

Smut (See 'Will not do' for more details)

Ships (See 'Will not do' for more details)

Markiplier egos

RP (See 'Will not do' for more details)

Jacksepticeye egos

Yandere stuff

Polyamory stuff

X reader stories

Enemies to lovers

Female Readers

Gender Neutral Readers

Transgender Readers

AFAB/AMAB readers

Male Readers

Semi spicy/suggestive stuff (See 'Will not do' for more details)

Interact:

Markiplier fans

Jacksepticeye fans

BATIM fans

FNAF fans

LGBTQ+ and/or allies

Crankgameplays fans

Gacha community

Amyplier lovers (Mark x Amy)

Cat lovers

I might do:

Crankgameplays egos (I don't know much about his egos but I'll do my best to research about them)

Thin Ice:

MHA fans

Harry Potter fans

Will NOT do under any circumstance:

Incest

Porn (I'm a minor, I don't think I should be drawing that stuff)

Youtuber ships (Septiplier, crankiplier, whatever. Shipping real people is weird as fuck unless they're okay with it or are actually dating.)

Pedophilia

Romantic/Romance RPs (Unless its a very specific ship)

Explicit RPs

Private DM RPs (Personal pref to do rp through asks and reblogs)

Student x Teacher

Rape

Non-con

Watersports

Scat

Heavy pet play

Parent kinks

Heavy breeding kink

Dub-con

Abuse of any kind

DNI:

Religious people

Septiplier/Crankiplier shippers

Cat haters

People who like shotacons/lolicons

Proshippers

Racists

Homophobes

Transphobes

JK Rowling supporters/defenders

FANDOMS:

My tag list

(Some of this might be dead dove, be aware)

Markiplier egos:

Googleplier (#bluevoltage):

Beautiful (Yandere Googeplier x Gender Neutral reader || TW: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT/ IMPLIED BODILY MUTILATION)

Perfection (Part 2 of 'Beautiful' || TW: {DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT?}|| IMPLIED BODILY MUTILATION)

Murdock (#serotoninslasher):

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Wilford Warfstache:

Confession (Wilford Warfstache x GN! Reader || TWs: None)

Illinois Jones (#headstronghunk):

Illinois Jones & the quest for the shadow sapphire, PROLOUGE

Illinois Jones & the quest for the shadow sapphire, Part 1

Heist! Mark:

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Mayor Damien (#mysteriousmayor):

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Darkiplier (suiteshadow):

Vulnerable (Darkiplier x Female Reader || TWs: None)

Behind the door (Darkiplier x reader || TW: Petrification)

Welcome Home, PROLOGUE (Darkiplier x reader)

Welcome Home, Part 1 (Darkiplier x reader)

Welcome Home, Part 2 (Darkiplier x reader)

Welcome Home, Part 3 (Darkiplier x reader)

Welcome Home, Part 5 (Darkiplier x reader)

Welcome Home, Part 4 (Darkiplier x reader|| TW: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT / IMPLIED DRUGGING)

Welcome home, Part 6 (Darkiplier x reader||TW: MURDER/IMPLIED LIGHT VIOLENCE)

Pains (Werewolf! Darkiplier x GN! reader || TWs: None)

Gratitude (Jackieboy Man x Reader x Darkiplier) || Part 1 || TWs: None ||

Date night (Darkiplier x reader x Antisepticeye || Polyamorous || TWs: Very light fighting between Dark and Anti, mentions of blood)

Head Engineer Mark (headheartthrob):

Confident (Head Engineer Mark x reader || TWs: Implied spicyness? || Completely SFW ||)

Yancy (#musicaljailbird):

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Annus:

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Bingiplier:

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The God of Night:

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The Necromancer:

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Septic Egos

Antisepticeye (#moldingmalware):

Panic Attack (Antisepticeye x reader || Platonic || TWs: Panic attack/ mentions of arguing)

Date night (Darkiplier x reader x Antisepticeye || Polyamorous || TWs: Very light fighting between Dark and Anti, mentions of blood)

Jameson Jackson (mutedmuse):

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Chase Brody:

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Shawn Flynn:

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Jackieboyman:

Gratitude (Jackieboy Man x Reader x Darkiplier) || Part 1 || TWs: None ||

Marvin the magnificent:

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Robbie the zombie:

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Henrik Von Schneeplestein:

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Ethan Nestor's' egos

Blank gameplays:

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lailakotori · 2 years ago

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Headcanon Illinois is grandchild of noir!mark | Illinois x GN!reader

It’s not a request, Just some my imagination about the theory about Illinois and Noir!mark like- Their family? I don’t know how to explain but- you will find out in this story!

btw i forgot the credit who think canon if one of yall rememeber or even saw that, pls told which thier ac i want to the credit so much.

Summary: Illinois meet the person who be mysterious.

TW : Fluff, Angst, Illinois is the grandchild of Noir!mark, Y/n in the wkm adwm ahwm and swm are the same person, mention a past life, mention first love, Some violence of misunderstanding.

As Illinois remember, His grandpa, Mark always talks about his adventure in space. He’s told how cool or beautiful is it but not as much like his first love… The only love will never forgot until he’s pass. Of course he love his grandma but she didn’t the first thing on his mind. He fall in love with his captain who brave, clever, beautiful and handsome But they never know his feeling while theirs gone. He belive that one day they will come back.

Illinois has a theory like- They ran away with another crew without telling mark before until he realize that you will never come back, and also Question why He loves them so much. Did they make a love potion? Or just because mark is a simp.

Illinois didn’t seem to be care that much, Until he meet Y/n, The person who keep thier past life.

He meet them in the cave and meet them in space ship for twice. Then he meet they again but their seem look tried, Trying sleep or live in peace like old person.

“Long time no see, gorgeous” He says with a smile, Y/n looks at him and says back “Glade to see you, Illinois” “You look tired today….Want some vacation? I will tour around with you if you want, baby” They shook their head “Thanks but no, I’m too old about this stuff”

Too old? It’s make Illinois Question, Becaues you look young and pretty. what that suppost to mean???

He know that if he try to find out your past life, It’s kinda rude. But he still trying find out.

He begs you to adventure with him, At first you denied him until he’s annoy make you accepte his request.

Both of you adventure everywhere and have some conversation but It’s didn’t helpful to mention your past.

Also, he has weird feelings for you… Heart beat fast, Want to near you, Want to see your smile and heard laugh. He trying avoid you but it’s make harder and harder, Finally he fall for it.

One day, He’s want you visit his granpa. Because he want to make you impress and boasting.

But He didn’t know who you are…Even who you were to be.

When Illinois and you visit mark, The situation change… Every thing you trying to hind open up because him.

“….Long time no see, captian” mark smile weakly “Glade to meet you, mark. How your life? This is your granson?” You sit on the chair while Ililnois shock “hmm….It’s great but it’s will much if you stay with me and yeah…That is my grandson. What about you, captian. Where are you been? Why you look so tried more than before…” You bite your bottom lip with nerves “Long story….and don’t worry about its, It’s end now. Just…some nightmare and think some past”

When you end conversation, You and Illinois are polemic about your past life or your Identity.

“Why you don’t tell me that you’re that captian???”

“It’s not that importhan beside you didn’t ask that.”

“Jeez…. You’re freaking Selfish you know that?”

“Excuse me?”

“You run away from my granpa, Not tell reason why you go even last goodbye. Just run away start new life and look at you- Still gorgeous never look old. I wonder why you act like you care-”

“You don’t know me, Ililnois”

“THEN TELL ME, why are you look like-”

“BECUASE I’M DEAD”

“….”

“I’m dead for long time ago….Before i meet you and noir mark, and the death make me immortal but this immortal HURT me Illinois. You don’t know what i saw, you don’t even know why i’m always meet all of you. I’m die and stuck in fucking mirror nobody help me or care me, Damian and celine ran away because their revenge. AND THAT ASSHOLE MARK USE ME LIKE I AM TOY”

“….y/n”

“You think that I’m live in peace and perfect? Well, you’re WRONG. I’m in fucking loop hell, see everything and remember it. I saw the bad ending and the Good ending. You don’t know that days, The days i trying to protect your grandpa with my own life, The day I sacrifice myself for all of them. When It ends…. I’m gone becuase Asshole mark, He didn’t let me say goodbye to him or even give last hug!”

Now, Illinois understand the truth. The past of pain and lose, He feel bad for them and want to say sorry and listen the real story of you.

He’s apologized, sit beside and listen to what you saw. Ask detailed who they are or how you feel.

While end from visited noir mark. Illinois leads you to a mansion, Let’s you meet other Egos. It’d make he’s smile, to see you talk all of them in a calm voice. Besiad… Darkiplier and Wilford are hug you as old friends.

He’s stick with you all the time no matter what, Wanna go toilet? I’m come with you, Wanna sleep? Sleep on my lap.

When you have nightmare, He will hug you make you breath slowly calm until you feel fine.

He’s call you ‘Old men/women/dear’ or ‘Captian’

Some time, You saw him as noir mark how such a flirt to him. You adore him as Freinds first untilhe come closer.

He’s confess his love to you by hold your hand and kiss them, Told how you look or how you’re so fine.

After that, You and him also live in peace like old couple. Some little kiss, some words of love before he adventure. If you want to with him, He prefer let’s you come with him.

#lailakotori #canon x reader #canon x y/n #markiplier egos x reader #markiplier fanfiction #markiplier fandom #illinois x reader #illinois #noir mark #self insert #illinois x y/n

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orange-waterfalls · 3 years ago

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I Call This One: Bold & Brash!

The egos x artist! gn! reader

ty @pokemonpunqueen for the request!

A/N: I’ve decided that I’m gonna write for the egos when I can’t think of anything else or I need practice writing lmao. I mean I was doing that before? But I didn’t know it? listen it’s fine it’ll be fine but FOR NOW I thiiiink I’m gonna take requests. Just a few. I’ll stop when I think it gets too much. This is exactly what it says. I focused on like drawing/painting for “artist”, with some references to animation thrown in there. I did Darkiplier, Wilford, Yancy, Illinois, Google, Eric, and a Host thrown in there bc I love him and I miss him

Word count is 1.5k

Enjoy

Egos x artist!reader

Darkiplier

He’ll want to commission art from you

He makes comments about how Mark is a narcissist but also he’s a narcissist.

Oh look, Dark’s asking you for another picture. What does he want? He wants you to draw him? Again? For the fifth time this fucking month? Wonderful.

He likes looking at how you make art of him, be it stylistic or realistic

He will hang them up all over the fucking house so pace yourself

He’s fine if you draw anybody else

Except Mark. Never Mark. How can he tell, you ask? No fucking clue, but he does

Gets a bit worried that you won’t make enough money to live comfortably

Just because not everyone needs a fucking MANSION-

Will always buy things for you if you ask

Likes to be able to support your job or hobby

Sugar daddy? I mean maybe

Makes sure you eat, sleep, drink water, survive--

Leaves snacks for you at your desk for when you don’t want a meal.

Carries you to bed if you fall asleep at a desk

Recommends you wear comfy clothes at all times so you can fall asleep wherever

A bit of an enabler, he’s doing his best tho

If you take commissions don’t be surprised if he threatens to kill someone when they don’t pay or are rude to you

He loves you, that’s all

Wilford

Fucking elated

Draw him!!! Please!!!! Please draw him!!!!! He has coin!!!!! He can pay!!!!!

Ecstatic if you actually draw him like he’ll giggle for an hour straight just looking

Secretly commissions more art from you

So also sugar daddy

It’s always something so obvious so you know it’s him anyways

He likes bright colors and eyestrain for some reason

If you make that, he just. Stares at it. Unblinking. You have to snap him out of it (im not projecting what do you mean)

Gets extremely worried about you not taking care of yourself

Gets someone to fucking babysit you when he’s gone so you take care of yourself

When you get greatly offended by this he settles for texting you reminders

And when you ignore those he texts more

Don’t be surprised if you get spammed by several people and an alarm starts to play from somewhere in the house

You’re gonna be healthy whether you like it or not, asshole

Drags you to bed aggressively

He WILL NOT drug your food with melatonin because that’s illegal. B U T-

He’s a little confused, but he got the spirit

Will advertise your art to anyone and everyone and also on his show and threatens the audience with a gun

AGAIN, a little confused. he just wuvs u so much

Yancy

I mean technically he’s kind of an artist too so he appreciates your skill and creativity

He’s very nosy and likes to look over your shoulder while you work

If you don’t like him doing that, he still does it, just more secretively

Likes to work in the same room as you.

That is if you don’t mind constant singing or tap dancing in the background

He shows off your art to anyone and everyone and gets mad if they don’t immediately say it’s fantastic

May or may not have stabbed someone over it, you’ll never know

If you show him something you’re working on, he’ll show you something he’s working on in return

The law of equivalent exchange

You tell him you can make MONEY from things like art and dancing and he goes apeshit he gets so fucking excited

If you’re like an animator and offer to animate his dancing he might actually cry

He’ll deny it constantly every day until he dies

If you make things traditionally he hangs them on the wall Everywhere

You might run out of room

By which i mean you will run out of room as soon as possible

Will never tell you a drawing is bad ever unless it’s like Really Bad which it never will be in his eyes

He loves anything and everything you do u are so precious

You have a permanent support system within the man

Google

Used to see art as pointless

Then comprehended the chemical release it causes in the brain and thought that was fine

Then saw you get really mad with something you were working on and got confused again?

If art no make good chemical, why art?

He still doesn’t understand, but that’s ok

You tried to get him to make something once

He just. Kinda. Made a buncha ones and zeroes

You still framed it and hung in on the wall and he got embarrassed

If he could blush, he would

If you draw him he looks like he doesn’t care but it’s at that point he decides he would die for you

Primary objective: answer questions as quickly as possible. Secondary objective: make u happy. Tertiary objective is to destroy mankind

If you draw bing that will disappear IMMEDIATELY you have BETRAYED him

If you ask for a color palette recommendation he Always says the google colors. Always.

You might’ve thought he was going for an rgby type of thing. But then you realize.

He is in charge of your financing. He will tell you the most efficient ways to make money as an artist and you follow then

He is also in charge of making sure you FUCKING EAT A MEAL

“But isn’t an objective to destroy mankind?” shut up he’s not happy about it either

Despite his best efforts he loves you and that ain’t gonna change

Illinois

Doesn’t fully understand

He needs to be outside at all times and cannot stay in one place

And you’re like??? Required to stay still???? For prolonged amounts of time????? Disgusting. Anyway, whatcha workin’ on?

He might ask you to try and teach him

If you do try he gives up almost immediately

Sometimes you just get so into it that you forget to do basic things and he gets upset

(i.e. eating, sleeping, living, etc.)

He gets worried about you

He is a hypocrite bc he does the same

He will drag you to bed, motherfucker

Honestly he might lock your shit somewhere until you fucking take care of yourself. it’s like a hostage situation god

“Where the fuck did you put it” “I have no clue what you mean. I might know if you eat your dinner, though”

Asshole (affectionate)

Sometimes you like make faces when you try to draw a person and it’s hilarious and cute to him

He looks at your drawings the moment you walk away but acts like he doesn’t care

He cares a lot

Will support you no matter what but will also tell you without hesitation if he thinks something looks shit

Listen he’s out of line but he’s right

Eric

Loves you a lot and will support anything and everything you choose to do or make

Drawing? Awesome! Painting? Wonderful! Animation? Superb!

He often wants to buy you supplies or something but he does not know what anything is

Fuck is a chalk pencil???? What are gel pens vs normal pens?????? Watercolor????? What the fuck are you saying??????????

Will subtly drop hints that you could,,,, draw him,,,,, maybe,,,,, if u wanna

And by subtly I mean he starts to ask and then starts crying

If you draw him he will cry again he loves u so much

If he ever were to get a tattoo it’d be something u drew. Nothing else is as important to him at the moment

He enjoys photography and film, and likes to try and bond with you over artistic things

I mean. Some things overlap.

You could talk about a single drawing for hours and he’d listen intently the whole time

Don’t ask him for feedback, it’s always some version of “it’s perfect and I love you”

Even if he hates it

Which,,,,, he might hate it sometimes

He’s not a good reviewer. 2/10, very biased

He likes to take photos when you’re in the zone

If you tell him to delete them he will

While secretly making one his home screen

Host

Hey, he gets it

He writes, he understands the hyperfocus

Sometimes he wouldn’t move from his chair for a day because he was busy writing a script

That being said, you probably have to be the one to get him to take care of himself

Or you have to take turns

Otherwise you’re both gonna fucking die

He asks you to describe your art to him and tries to picture it.

He’ll tell you if he thinks it probably looks good or bad

You shouldn’t take it to heart because he can’t see it

He is a bastard sometimes

“Well, what do you think?” “I think it looks fantastic” “Thanks, babe” “...” “... you think you’re fucking funny, don’t you”

He asks if you can draw him sometimes

No, he won’t see it, but he’ll appreciate the sentiment if you do

He will ask for your opinion on his scripts sometimes

If you say it’s bad he gets really defensive

You work in the same room a lot of the time and forget the other is there

One of you has to preemptively order food or like set a timer so you can goddamn Survive

You’ll be fine

#markiplier egos x reader #darkiplier x reader #wilford warfstache x reader #yancy x reader #illinois x reader #googleplier x reader #eric derekson x reader #eric derickson x reader #x gn reader #x gender neutral reader #darkiplier x gn reader #wilford x reader #wilford warfstache x gn reader #yancy x gn reader #illinois x gn reader #googleplier x gn reader #eric derekson x gn reader #i'll be honest i only thought about this bc i saw mark's fucking VIDEO on tiktok and got kind of excited

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abyssal-zone-stares-back · 2 years ago

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Wear the Hat, Ride the Adventurer

Illinois x gn!reader

In your time working with Illinois, you’ve stolen his hat countless times.

The first time he wrote it off as you not knowing and took it back, laughing it off. Just a joke between friends. Although, he would like to be more.

He’s had to work himself over in a motel shower countless times, your name hissed through gritted teeth as he came.

You’re just on the other side of the bathroom door, bored, scrolling through the motel’s tv channels. He could give you something to do.

Nights in tents, tucking himself back into his pants after he’s finished, bite marks on the back of his hand. You sleeping just a couple of canvas walls over.

Times in caves having to squish together in a crack in the wall to avoid being flattened by an astray boulder. Hoping you don’t feel his cock jump at the close contact. Your skin sliding over his as you wiggle your way out after the danger has passed.

Next time, he thinks as you steal his hat again. Next time he’ll tell you what it means.

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The two of you hired a local to guide them to a crucial part of your adventure. He was leading, you following with Illinois trailing. They find the place and say goodbye to the guide.

He pulls you aside for a second and Illy listens in on your conversation. The guide nods to Illinois, who was looking at the map. “I see you keep stealing your companion hat, do you know what that means?” You look at Illy before going back to the man.

“Of course I do, wear the hat and ride the cowboy.” You grinned. The man nodded again. “You got it there.” He bids goodbye one last time before leaving.

You turn to find Illy disappearing into the cave mouth. You rush after him, turning the corner and running into his chest. “You knew this whole time?” He asks, and you nod. “Well then,”

He crowds you against the wall, boxing you in. “You got a lot of riding to make up for Darlin.”

#illinois x reader #masterbation #wear the hat ride the cowboy #Illinois #gn reader

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writeawaythepain · 3 years ago

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Dirty Dancing

Illinois x (gn!reader)

NOT NSFW! Its a pun! Get it cause they’re covered in dirt, and they're dancing?-

tw: alcohol (just a little)

Word Count: 1.5k

Prompts: F 23 - “If you do that again I will throw you out the window you- what are you doing?" "Checking how high the drop is to see if it's worth it." F 12 - "I might have had a few shots." 17 - "Prove it."

Summary: You and Illinois are celebrating a job well done after an adventure at a local pub, you both get just a little tipsy and decide to celebrate with some dancing.

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You took a long sip from the drink in your hand before gently slamming it onto the table with a satisfied sigh. You don’t usually drink very often, but you and Illinois decided you were gonna celebrate this one. It wasn’t every day you solve an unsolvable riddle and finally find the lost emerald of the Angel Islands. The same one adventurers had been searching for, for decades.

The alcohol tingled in your throat and you could feel a warm sensation flow through your body. You relaxed back into your chair, body aching from dodging all those traps and getting covered in nicks and bruises. In fact, you and Illinois probably looked like ghosts with all the dust and grime covering your bodies along with your slightly tattered clothing. You both hadn’t bothered showering in all the excitement, hygiene could wait. Right now you just wanted to soak in a job well done.

“Can I see it?” You ask him. He pulls the emerald out of his bag, and you see the lights of the pub reflect off its smooth green surface. He tries to dust it off with his sleeve, but all he accomplishes is moving some of the dirt around, so he holds it out to you. You reach out a hand to take it, and he gently places it into your palm, fingers lingering just a moment longer than necessary.

You hold it up to the light and spin it gently, even with the dust covering it you could see the bright green color of the emerald and all the perfectly cut geometric shapes reflecting inside of it. “I think this is one of the prettiest things I’ve ever held.” You say in awe.

“Well, that’s hurtful seeing as though you’ve held onto me at least once~,” Illinois speaks in a relaxed but confident tone. You look up at him, he was holding his chin in his hand while resting his elbow on the table. He was sitting across the table from you and was looking right into your eyes. You don’t know if it was the adrenaline of finding the treasure, the dim lighting of the pub, or the booze, but he just looks so, so serene. And, well, pretty. Really pretty. You know he flirts with anyone and everyone as a joke, but you can’t help but have your heart skip a beat whenever he looks at you with those dark brown eyes of his. They always had a mischievous glint to them, as if they were always hiding something, just out of reach.

“Ha. Ha- I meant like an object, I don’t think I’ve ever held anything so valuable.” You respond sarcastically. He smirks.

“The gems pretty an all, but I’d rather look at you any day.” There’s the usual flirt. “You’re more valuable than any fancy rock.” That- that one surprised you. Your eyes widened. For some reason, that line felt different than his usual flirts. It sounded more personal. Almost…genuine. You searched his eyes for some sort of sign that he was joking, but he just looked back at you. His expression, almost dreamy.

“How much did you have to drink again, Illy?” You ask, trying to hide the heat rising to your cheeks.

"I might have had a few shots." He responds chuckling. “But I’m just being honest! You don’t give yourself enough credit. I never would have found that emerald without you. Hell, I’ve been trying to solve that riddle for years!” Your cheeks are probably red now. Illinois. THE Illinois was complimenting, YOU. The cocky bastard who calls himself pretty without a second thought was praising your riddle-solving ability?! You hid your flustered face as you took another sip from your glass. You had to take him out for drinks more often.

A group of a few performers started playing some music on the small stage they had in the pub, and you could see a few people get up and start dancing. Most of them were couples holding hands swaying to the smooth tones being played throughout the pub. You smiled at the scene, it seemed like they were having fun. Illinois noticed your expression and a grin started to grow on his face. You could hear his chair slide out as he got up and made his way over to you.

He bowed slightly, and extended his hand out to you, “May I have this dance, partner~” You can't help but snort at his cheesiness, but when he didn’t back down your eyes widened.

“Are you kidding? Illinois I can’t dance!” You say incredulously. Instead of taking his hand, you reach to put the emerald back in Illinois's bag, but before you can pull your hand away again, Illinois gently grabs your wrist.

“I didn’t ask if you were any good. I asked if you wanted to dance, with me.” The last part came out way softer than you’ve ever heard him speak. It made your heart skip a beat, and, what were you going to do? Say no to the hot Indiana Jones rip-off that managed to steal your heart with his rugged charms and southern accent? You weren’t an idiot! You hesitantly place your hand in his outstretched one, and he smirks.

“Do you even know how to dance?” You ask, still a bit unsure. He scoffs, and puts on a mock offended expression.

“Do I know how to dance?” He mimics is a bad impression of your voice. Now it’s your turn to look offended. “How about you just follow me and find out~” He winks at you before gently leading you to the dance floor. Oh gods you weren’t going to survive this.

He turns to face you and puts your hand on his shoulder. He puts his own hand on your waist and grabs your other hand with his free one. “Just follow my steps darlin’, I know you're a genius but just, don’t think too hard, ok? Just feel the rhythm of the music.” You take a deep breath and try to relax, you look down and follow his footsteps as best as you can, only stepping on his feet once or twice. “See your- ow- You’re doing great handsome/beautiful- agh-”

“I’m sorry! I told you I’m not good-!” You apologize. He just smiles and laughs.

“You’re doing fine darlin’, I’ve been through way worse. We’ve both been through worse just today, actually.” You smile and laugh as well.

“Yea, I guess you’re right.” You both start to get into a comfortable rhythm, stepping and swaying to the music. You got lost in the feeling of the moment, the atmosphere felt almost magical. You forgot all about your aching body and all the dirt covering you both from head to toe, you were just fully captivated by this moment.

That was until Illinois got an idea, and shot you a smirk. Oh no, what was he planning? Just as the music ended on its last note, and before you even knew what was really happening, Illinois moved his hand across your back, spinning you slightly and pulling you into a dip. You stare into his eyes, his face only a few inches from yours. You were both panting slightly, and your eyes were locked on each other. Illinois slowly starts to lean in a little closer...

...before he quickly plants a small kiss on your nose. Surprised and incredibly flustered you push yourself out of his arms. He starts laughing so hard that you can see tears forming in the corner of his eyes. You try to hide your own smile at the ridiculousness of this whole situation, and instead start to scold him.

“What was that!? I swear, if you do that again I will throw you out the window you- what are you doing?" He stops laughing to turning his head towards the window. Looking outside, you could see the pub was on the side of a cliff.

"Checking how high the drop is to see if it's worth it~" Your face was enough to make him erupt into laughter again. You just sigh, crossing your arms.

Finally, his fit of laughter stops. He walks up to you, putting both his hands on your shoulders. “Aw come on sweetheart, I’m just teasing. You know I love you.” You blink, taken aback by his words, did he really just say that? He couldn’t be drunk already, you were watching him, he only had like 2 shots of whiskey. So where was this coming from? You decided not to question it, and instead see if he was really being genuine, or just messing with you again. Oh, gods above you hoped this wasn’t a joke.

“Oh really, you love me? Prove it.” Wow ok, I guess his confidence was starting to rub off on you. His smirk grows into a full, genuine smile. He gently takes your hand again, and when you squeeze it in affirmation, he dips you again, and this time, he doesn’t miss.

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#illinois x reader #x gn reader #x male reader #xgn!reader #xmale!reader #ahwm x reader #markiplier egos x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #markiplier fanfic #x reader #slimewrites #iswm x reader

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weirdlyhornyforegos · 2 years ago

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Cocks and tail(s)

MINORS DNI!!! You can blame or thank @echo-echo31 for this one :3 Naga!Illinois x gn!reader

Warnings: double cocks, hypno, dumbification (all consensual and fun!)

Wordcount: 400+

If Illinois were to uncurl his tail from around you now, you know you wouldn’t move an inch, instead you would stay here, bouncing on one cock as his other cock rubs against your ass and back.

You had play fought him at first, pretending, oh very much pretending that you wanted to get away from the naga.

But Illinois had only grinned and curled his tail around your waist, and moved you with ease.

He had held you up over his torso at first, opening you with skilled fingers. He didn’t have to use any bottled lube you might have brought (you can’t even remember if you had any), instead he had scooped his hands over both of his cocks, using his cum as lube.

Because apparently that is a feature nagas have, and fuck, does that explain the wet sounds spreading around the cave you find yourself in.

You’re spread wide, perhaps the widest you have ever been, as Illinois lifts you up and down on his cock.

His hands dance over your chest, one hand moving to tilt your chin up to look at him, the other tilting his hat back.

“Feeling good treasure?” You nod, beyond words with all that he had done. Not just how good he was making your body feel.

Earlier he had also looked deep into your eyes, doing something that was very much not human, almost like touching your mind, making any thoughts of being anywhere else go away.

All you need is his cock, or rather both of his cocks.

As soon as the thought enters your mind, perhaps the first real one in a while, you whine. Illinois smirks, tilting his head, looking so satisfied at your state. He doesn’t even have his hands on you anymore, they just rest against his own stomach as he uses you with his tail and cock.

“Want something treasure?” Illinois seems to take great delight in watching you struggle to find your tongue and words again. It takes a few tries, and in the end you manage only one.

“Both.” Illinois brows rise high enough that they almost touch his hat, and then he smirks.

“Oh, aren’t you a brave one?” He stops moving you and his tail shifts, and for a moment you fear he’s going to let you go, but no. Instead he pushes in two fingers wet with his cum inside with his cock. You groan at the stretch, but it makes every nerve in your body sing with pleasure.

“Think we need to work a little more on you though, sweetheart.”

#illinois x reader #illinois ahwm x reader #ahwm illinois #illinois ahwm #illinois #my writing #smut #lemon #gn reader

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westanthewaterman · 3 months ago

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Request Guidelines

REQUEST STATUS: CLOSED

Please specify:

SFW or NSFW

Drabble, Headcanon, or Fic

Reader pronouns/AGAB

Romantic, Platonic, etc

Any prompts you would like (please send the actual prompt sentence, not just the number thank you!)

Characters I will write for:

Aurthur (aka Author)

Bing

Damien

Dark

Dr. Iplier

Engineer!Mark

Eric Derekson

God of Night

Google

Illinois James

Marcus (aka Actor!Mark)

Murdock (aka Murderplier)

The Host

Wilford Warfstache

William J Barnum

Yancy

Things I will write:

SFW or NSFW

F/M/GN/AFAB/AMAB Reader

Ego x reader x Ego

Ego x Ego

Things I won’t write:

Please don’t send asks about these topics, unless you are asking about my boundaries regarding them, thanks!

Pregnancy

Oral sex

CNC/Non-con

Rape

Incest

Pedophilia/Underage

Watersports/Scat

Foot Fetish

Master/Slave

Hard Pet Play (eating from a bowl, being in a cage)

Boot Worship/Boot Kink

Sir kink

Abuse

Hard impact play (canes, paddles, floggers, etc

Self-harm/Suicide

Menstruation/Periods/Abortion/Anything mentioning fertility

Fics centered around the weight of the reader or an Ego character

#west whispers #request guidelines #just making a separate post for this if i ever come back to taking requests

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mothgodofchaos · 2 months ago

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Golden

More personal gorgon headcanons included, also take a shot every time I say "gold" in this.

Gorgon!Illinois James x GN!Reader, TW: snakes, implied deaths, alcohol Words: 1007

The desert is cold at night, something that a lot of people seem to forget, yourself included. You look around for any sort of cover from the creatures that have come out to hunt in the cool of the evening, stumbling upon a cave in a cliff face. Flames from your torch flicker against the walls as you frantically look for things that may harm you, praying that you don’t come across any snakes. The sand sparkles under your feet, almost making you think that there’s gold hidden under the sand. Something you’ll have to examine in the morning.

“Shit-”

Your foot catches on something and you go flying into the sand, your torch extinguishing itself in the spray. The dark creeps up on you, making you frantically reach back for your emergency flashlight. You’d prefer to use the torch, as you were hoping to use it for warmth. But with the lack of light from your torch, you do spot a bit of light further in the cavern as your flashlight flickers on. The light is so faint, only barely able to keep you on your feet.

You turn a corner, greeted with a massive cavern filled with golden treasures, like the ones you only hear about in ancient tales of kings’ bounties. Something about this place doesn’t sit right with you, but you spot some kind of textiles further in that you could possibly sleep on for the night. Just sleep here for a night, and get out. You know better than to try and pocket any of this. Although, something occurs to you that like those tall tales, you may not be alone.

“Hello? Is anyone here? I’m not here to take anything, I’m just looking for refuge from the cold. My torch went out on my way in here, otherwise I’d make myself a fire further out.”

The room is silent other than the crackling of torches, too high up for you to reach. But if this wasn’t maintained by someone, how would those still be burning? Then there's rustling within the coins, and you see scales moving across the floor. You stumble back, your back pressed against the chamber wall as they get closer. A man appears from the dark corners, moving in closer as his body leads into the scaly body you saw before.

“Uh, hi?”

He gets in your face a little bit, studying your expression. At this distance, he can see you visibly shivering, shuttered breath against his skin. His hand reaches for your cheek, holding it gently with a frown.

“You’re ice cold there, darlin’. Although usually people tryin’ to steal from me aren’t particularly observant about somebody maybe livin’ down here. They also usually have some better equipment than you do. What you doin’ out here in the middle of the desert? You get lost?”

“I got, separated from the rest of my camp a few days ago. I’ve been able to get by with my supplies and the foraging skills they taught me, but I don’t have any tent.”

“How are you alive out here this long, darlin’!? Come here, we’ll get you warmed up now.”

He lifts you up with a bit of an unceremonious scoop, carrying you over to a clear nest he has set up of thick textiles and extravagant looking pillows. He sets you down, taking your pack and setting it off to the side so you don’t have to lay on it. A blanket is laid over your shoulders, wrapping some coils around you loosely for good measure.

“You hungry at all, sweetheart? Need any water?”

“Oh, I have some in my pack.” “Nonsense, ol’ Illi here ain’t no inhospitable host. You sit tight.”

As if you have much of a choice. You do get a good look around from your new point of view, seeing quite the stash he has for himself down here.

“So… is all this yours? Some famous king cursed to guard his treasure as a monster or something? Adventurer who touched a cursed amulet?”

“Me? Nah, I was born like this. Mama didn’t raise no bitch, and I’m rather convincing if necessary.”

Illi flashes his fangs at you, eyes glowing gold. His hair moves, small bronze snakes curling around his face.

“Oh! So these were things people gave you so you didn’t… hurt them?”

“Bingo. Now here, eat.”

He pushes a golden platter towards you covered in fresh fruit and cured meats. A goblet of wine is set next to it.

“Is it lonely out here? All by yourself and forced to keep others away?”

“Eh. Eventually you get tired of seeing their faces.”

He juts a thumb over his shoulder, and you catch a glimpse of a collection of golden statues. Fear is across all their faces, eyes open wide with arms moving to cover their faces.

“You’d think they’d want their forever pose to be something prettier. Oh well.”

You give him a slow nod, a mix of fear and respect for your host. The food and wine is nice, not taking a lot as to not seem greedy, but he quirks an eyebrow at you leaving it half finished.

“Not to your likin’?”

“No no! I just don’t want to take too much.”

“I wouldn’t have given you that much if I didn’t want you to eat it, sweetheart. It’s alright, I promise.”

Illi holds your chin, face softening.

“Pretty thin’ like you would be a waste as a statue. You just rest up, we’ll figure out a way to get you back to your party in the morning.”

He does move the food and drink out of the way once you assure him that you’re done, frowning as you’re still shivering.

“Here, I’ll be warmer…” You’re moved to lay on top of him, adding more blankets. To say he’s warm is an understatement, but all things considered he’s very comfortable. He’s a bit cautious with holding you, but when you snuggle in, he holds you a little tighter.

“G’night, treasure. Sleep well.”

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leighsartworks216 · 2 years ago

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Hyperfixations

Illinois x autistic!gn!reader x Yancy

Requested by Anon:

“could we have more illinois x reader x yancy?? just some soft cuddling and kisses in bed maybe”

Requested by Anon:

“i LOVED your dark with implied autistic reader, there isn’t many fics that include us like that ❤️ would you be willing to do something similar with illinois or yancy?”

I went ahead and combined these two requests bc I thought they worked together! Realizing now that I didn’t add any kisses sorry 💀

Warnings: very fluffy, slight swearing??, lots of cuddling tho

Word Count: 620

Masterlist

Tag List Form

Why were you still scrolling? It was almost 3am, for one thing. Your partners were asleep, snoring away on either side of you, and yet, there you were, continuing to go through the same tags you went through a thousand times before. The same art, shitposts, and fics popped up. And you’d seen them all, no matter how you sorted the feed. But you needed more. You needed new art, new shitposts, new fics.

Despite the mounting frustration and boredom, you kept scrolling and scrolling and scrolling.

An arm wound around your midsection, startling you out of your focus. Yancy peeked at you through half-lidded, drowsy eyes. He was always a light sleeper.

“What’re youse doin’ up?” His words slurred a little, accent seeming unfamiliar to him at this hour. “Somethin’ wrong?”

You shook your head and turned off your phone, allowing the device to rest on your chest. “No, I just…” Yancy waited patiently as you found the right words. “I’m hyperfixating on something right now, and nothing seems to really… satisfy it.”

He hummed. The bed shifted as he scooted closer, nuzzling his face against the pajamas you wore. He didn’t want to trigger you with the feeling of his stubble, especially not when you’d apparently been awake all night.

“Youse wanna tell me about it?”

He felt more than saw the way you lit up. Excitement ran through your whole body like a shot of adrenaline.

“Really?”

He hummed. “I’ll try to stay awake.”

A pang of guilt shot through your heart. You didn’t want him to stay up just so you could ramble his ear off about something he isn’t even interested in. You opened your mouth to protest, but another face nuzzled into the shoulder of your pajamas, opposite to Yancy.

Illinois’ voice was rough. The languid, almost haughty accent he carried was almost unnoticeable. “What’s goin’ on?” he murmured, eyes squinting in the dark to peer at his two partners.

“They’re hyperfixatin’ on somethin’,” Yancy slurred. Sleep was already pulling his eyelids shut, but he forced them open again. “Was gonna let ‘em talk about it.”

Illinois hummed and turned to look at you, though his neck was at an awkward angle trying to do so. “You sleep at all yet, darlin’?”

You floundered, under the sweet way Yancy had said explained your problem so unbothered by its absurdity, and at the equally sweet pet name Illinois used. “I don’t want to keep you up just so I can talk,” you finally mumbled.

They both seemed affronted at the idea. “We love hearing you talk about your interests,” Illinois assured.

Yancy, seeming a little more awake, sat up so he was sure you saw the grin he bore. His eyes twinkled. “Youse is so passionate about the things you love, how could we not?”

“But-”

“Don’t worry about us, doll.” Yancy settled back down, resting his head on his pillow so he could look at you as you spoke. “We’ll just take a nap later.”

Illinois nodded against your shoulder and wrapped an arm around you. His hand rested easily on Yancy’s arm, tucking calloused fingers under the songbird’s t-shirt sleeve. They both waited for you to speak, to ramble for as long as they could stay awake about your hyperfixation. There was no way to deny them any longer.

You slid down further into the blankets. You told them about everything you could think of. You explained what it was you were fixating on, the goods and bads of it. Ships you loved or hated. The lore, history within the universe, character design. Everything.

And as the sun rose, all three of you were curled together in a mass of blankets, fast asleep.

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Tag List:

@writeawaythepain

@hyperfixat

@cryptidjester (wasn’t sure if you still wanted to be tagged but I’m tagging you just in case. lemme know if you want me to remove it from this fic!)

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drunkonaheistinspace · 1 year ago

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forgotten birthdays and expensive slaps

originally published: November 23rd, 2019

reworked: December 3rd, 2023

Pairing: Illinois x gn!Reader

Rating: General Audience

Tags: fluff, friendship, can be read as platonic

You did not know why you were still following this idiot into life-threatening situations.

Okay, you actually knew it. You just had nothing better to do and he was dumb enough to offer you a job. Other than that, you pretty much had a crush on him. Well, who wouldn’t? He was handsome, educated and a real-life version of Indiana Jones. Only with more muscle.

You expected it to be one of those days when you risk your lives for an antique artifact. But something was different.

Your flight was without any turbulence, Illinois wasn’t involved in any bar fights, and you were not hunted by any criminal organization. But the strangest thing was yet to come. You saw Illinois O'Connell without his precious hat, which he usually did not take off either while sleeping or while showering.

But now he was standing in front of you. Hair neatly combed back and dressed in a suit. This sight was unfamiliar. A pig walking on two legs looked righter than whatever this was.

"Illi? Are you all, right? Should I call a doctor?" You asked anxiously as you continue to mentally process his sight.

The adventurer just looked at you confused. "A doctor? What are you talking about?"

Instead of answering, you simply point to his suit with a look that was a mixture of confusion, astonishment, and horror.

Still confused, he looked down to find the reason for your strange behavior. It took him a moment to understand what you meant.

"Oh, the suit!"

Well, that had taken surprisingly long.

"I go to an auction and as much as I love my hat and my outfit, I thought it would be more appropriate to stick to the dress code," said the adventurer, as he straightened his bow tie.

An auction? If he makes himself so fancy, then it would have to be an auction for the higher social class. In short, the complete opposite of you. But that made you wonder.

You knew he had money. How else would he finance all the travels and give you a generous paycheck every month? But you never really thought about how much money he really had. Let alone how he earned it!

It was completely impossible that your adventures could finance all this, because after all you did not even know what he did with all the stuff you find. Does he donate it to a museum? Does he sell it? Does he keep it? If he keeps it, then where? Does he even have a permanent residence? Where does he come from? So many questions and hardly any answers.

You've known him for almost two years, but you knew so little about him. You did not even know his last name after four months.

This man was an Enigma and that made him even more attractive! If that was even possible.

"What kind of auction?" You asked curiously, as you could not imagine any sort of auction that Illinois would go to.

"An art collector died last month and now his family is auctioning off his collection."

"Art collectors? Since when have you been interested in art? "

You never had the impression that he was a fan of anything that would be classified as ‘modern art’. The only art he seemed interested in was those whose ages were in the triple digits and started at least seven. Or the art which he saw every time in the mirror.

"I do not," he admitted. "I know from a safe source that he has collected valuable paintings as well as some ancient artifacts. I hope to find something special for my collection. "

So, he has a collection. Will he show it to you if you ask nicely?

"And what do I do in the meantime?" You ask. He certainly had a job that you could do during this time.

"Well, you come with me, of course!" He said with a smile. "You are my partner after all!"

It surprised you to hear that he actually intended to take you along. After all, he knew very well that you did not know how to behave at such events, and they would easily recognize you as an outsider.

In fact, the thought of going there made you pretty scared. More scared than that one time Illinois and you were hunted by a bunch of mutant monkeys on lions. The difference was not in the nature of the danger, but in the fact that if you had died back then, then at least you have died the hero's death. At the auction you will most likely die of embarrassment.

"But ... so you know ... well ... I do not really ... have the right ... um ... the right thing to wear! Yes! I just have my usual stuff with me and none of that would fit into such an event! "

You hoped that this excuse helped, because you could not think of anything better. That was not even a lie. You never expected that your boss would ever go to such events and therefore packed only things that are comfortable and robust. You were for climbing a mountain, hiking in the forest and even for a sudden blizzard equipped, but not for an evening with rich people!

Illinois gave you just one of his charming smiles that made you melt each time.

"Do not worry, partner. I've already taken care of everything. "

Before you could understand what, he meant by that, you found yourself in the auction room. You were driven here in a chic limousine, and you probably wore your annual salary in the form of a very simple, but unspeakably comfortable outfit.

The auction was quiet.

So quiet that it bored you.

It started with the countless paintings the deceased had collected over many years. There were some interesting pieces here and there, but you were not interested in buying them.

After almost two hours, the artifacts passed over. For ordinary citizens, these would have been very interesting, but you had already seen better. Not all that was of any value to you, and you were starting to get frustrated. A look at your partner told you that he felt the same way.

You were so bored after a time that you became more and more tired and now sat in your chair half asleep. You've just heard that a ring of unknown origin was presented, and you did not think much of it. You had yourself a bunch of rings lying around that you collected during your adventures. They served as a small investment. You could sell them anytime you needed money.

You were about to fall asleep when Illinois suddenly raised his hand to bid, which startled you so much that you almost fell off your chair.

Suddenly you were wide awake, and you tried to understand what was happening at that moment.

The bid jumped moment by moment from a three-digit amount to a five-digit amount and seemed to have no end. Finally, the adventurer bought the ring for half a million and you just sat there. Shocked and confused. But mostly shocked.

Someone needed to have a small talk with this man about responsible money management!

You waited outside when your boss paid and hoped he did not really carry that much money on him. But who knows?

When he came out, you wanted to confront him about the ring, but your heart stopped momentarily, and you did not get a single word out when he took your hand and put the ring on your finger.

"Happy Birthday, partner!" Was the only thing he said.

It was your birthday? The constant traveling and the following jetlag fucked with your perception of time, which meant that you never knew what day or month it was. There is also the slight chance that this also led to you forgetting that you even had a birthday in the first place.

But now you stood there. Completely perplexed and with a ring on the finger, which could finance your pension without any problems. You did not think when you raised your hand and slapped him. Only then did you realize that you had just struck your own boss with half a million. This thought was both surreal and quite satisfying.

"What was that for?!" he asked, holding his aching cheek.

"Take a fucking guess!"

You're waving your hand in front of his face as clue, but also as a kind of warning that you're always ready to give him one more slap.

"I thought you would like it!"

"I would have loved flowers or a card! Even a cup of coffee would have been enough!"

You take a deep breath and try to calm down a bit. "What I mean is that you should not spend so much money on me. If you want to throw me half a mill, then at least in the form of my paycheck! "

Illinois looked like a beaten puppy, and you regret having raised your hand and your voice against him. You have never experienced him so hurt.

"Forgive me. I should have asked you first ..." he said in a low voice. You feel terrible. "It's just that you survived the longest of all my partners. I just do not want you to change your mind and leave me."

You already knew the story of his other partners. That was pretty much the first one he ever told you.

"I won’t leave you," you said after a long pause, which made him look surprised. "If someone told me five years ago that I would travel around the world and voluntarily collect ancient artefacts from caves and the like, I would have laughed at them. But this is my life now and I love my job because it allows me to see the world and experience everything. And apart from that, I have the best boss in the world!"

A smile bloomed on his face, and you could not help but kiss him on the cheek, causing him to blush.

You smile at him again before you turn away. "But now we are looking for a restaurant! The birthday child is hungry!" You exclaim, as you started walking.

Illinois laughed before running after you.

#ghost writing #illinois x reader #in space with markiplier #a heist with markiplier #ahwm illinois #iswm illinois #fanfiction

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