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weirdlyhornyforegos · 2 years

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Darkiplier x reader x Antisepticeye

@cryptid-candy: Oh hell ye! I request of you, oh might bard, Part two to the anti x reader x dark. Perhaps some more possessiveness and marking? Perhaps reader decides to get possessive back and it throws the boys off guard oWo

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Oohhh, this was fun ;3 Hope everybody enjoys!

Honestly, you should have expected it. Going to a costume party with the both of them, both looking good and with their mostly undisguised looks, they would get flirted with.

It makes a green demon fester and grow within you, and not the kind you want.

You know it’s stupid being jealous, but still.

They look good, and you want it to yourself. Not that they’re dressed in anything unusual.

Dark has chosen the dark suit with the popped collar that he knows you love, letting his eyes be black all the time.

Anti’s pants and shirt are tight, and you’re sure that he has done that on purpose to tease you.

Neither of them have had to use much power to look more human, since it’s a costume party. Honestly just an excuse for your friends, and friends of your friends, to dress up and get drunk.

But that also means that neither Dark or Anti needs to disguise themself much (other than Dark silencing his ringing and them both stopping their glitching), and they look extra good.

Which you are used to keeping to yourself, but now everyone can see it.

Black eyes, wound, and all.

You’re only wearing a very standard stereotypical vampire costume, black cape, white billowing shirt, and fake pointy fangs, and though you have gotten some attention and compliments, it’s nowhere near what they’re getting.

They keep getting compliments on their ‘demon’ costumes, a few people laying it on a little too thick. Your close friends know to stay clear, but other people don’t. Dark and Anti don’t seem to care much about it; but you do.

It’s not that you aren’t used to see them flirted with, but it gets annoying after some time and the amount is frankly ridiculous, and even you have your limits.

When get back from getting yourself a new drink, and spot a man dressed as a shirtless, vest-wearing cowboy putting his hands on Dark and Anti’s arms, you’ve had enough.

Moments later you appear behind Anti and Dark, moving them so you can push yourself in between them, effectively moving the man’s hands away. You plant a kiss on Dark’s cheek as one of Anti’s arms comes around your waist.

“Ah, here you guys are, I go to get a drink, and I almost thought you left without me.”

“You don’t get rid of us that easily.” Anti jokes, and you roll your eyes, focusing on the man, pretending it’s the first time, and that you haven’t been staring daggers at him as you moved across the room.

“And hey, who are you?” You put on a clearly forced smile, but the cowboy doesn’t seem to mind to much, giving you a grin in return.

“Adam, howdy.” He tilts his hat at you, and in another time and place you could have found it charming.

Not now however.

Not that Adam seems to pick up on what you want, as he smiles at the three of you, eyes clearly checking out all of you.

“Cute costume, but I gotta say your friends here have gone all out. That grey paint has gotta be a pain to get off. You’re gonna need some vigorous scrubbing, and maybe even help to get that off at the end of the night, right? And that wound makeup can’t be easy to get off either.” Dark raises an unimpressed eyebrow as Anti snorts, and you roll you your eyes as the very not hidden intent and meaning behind those words.

“My boyfriends you mean. And they’re good.” You scoff at Adam.

“Clearly.” Adam gives Dark an unashamed once-over, and you so want to punch the dude. “Good luck dudes.” Adam pats Dark’s and Anti’s shoulders, then grins at you before turning around and walking off, gone in the crowd in seconds.

Good riddance.

“I have half a mind to just hiss at him.”

“Darling-”

“That’s hot.” Anti grins as both you and Dark shoot him a look. You huff.

“Now my de-” Whatever Dark was about to say is stopped as you yank Dark by his hair into a kiss. He makes a noise of surprise which he quickly suppresses as he kisses back. Anti chuckles next to you, his grip shifting so he can squeeze at your hip.

“Not that I mind the show, but what was that for?” You break your kiss with Dark.

“You’re mine.”

“Ohh, we’re gonna have fun tonight aren’t we?” Anti grins, you just roll your eyes as you turn around and take a hold of the back of his neck.

“Shut it.” Anti’s eyebrows raise, but he lets you pull him into a kiss. You have half a mind to push him towards the nearest wall, but are stopped as you feel Dark’s fingers on the back of your neck, and his breath in your ear.

“Darling, people are staring.” Breaking the kiss with Anti, you do realize that people are indeed looking, but they’re quick to look away as you look around you.

“Good.”

“Hoho, someones in a mood.” Anti remarks, and you roll your eyes at him again.

“Whatever, lets go.”

“What, why?” Anti tries to question as you take their hands in yours and start dragging them towards the door.

“Because as much as it might be needed for some people to understand, I’m not about to give them a full show.” Dark and Anti exchange a glance as you drag them towards the front door.

Taking a deep breath when you get outside, you all move to a sufficiently dark spot out of sight from the party.

“Dark, take us home.” He puts his arms around you, and you turn around to pull Anti against your front, which makes him grin.

For longer distances you prefer Dark’s teleporting, as Anti’s sometimes causes static electricity in or on your body, and you prefer not to accidentally zap anyone. And while you would like for them to feel you tonight, that is not the way you want to go about it.

In seconds you find yourself standing in your living room, Dark against your back, Anti against your front.

You shake yourself, not quite used to the teleporting still, and then pull Anti into another kiss.

You start to walk backwards, forcing Dark to move with you as you drag Anti with you.

Sensing where you want this to go, Dark leads your steps with his hands on your hips, pulling and pushing every so slightly to get you to change your direction to avoid bumping into furniture or the wall.

Anti follows very willingly and somehow you manage to not break the kiss as you walk, only stopping when Dark kisses the side of you neck and whispers into your ear.

“We have arrived.” Breaking the kiss, you push yourself away from the two of them, unclasping your stupid vampire cape. You look as both of them just stand there and watch you get costume off.

“Strip.” Dark raises a brow as Anti laughs and glitches. He elbows Dark and grins at him.

“Seems like we’re in for it tonight.” Dark frowns, but shrugs his jacket of none the less, as Anti takes of his t-shirt.

Having started before them, you’re the first one to get fully naked, Anti not far behind since he hasn’t got a very complicated outfit. Not that Dark’s is very complicated, but when he folds his clothes up neatly as he undresses, it takes longer for him to get everything off.

Which you have very little patience for, so when he’s just in his shirt, and start to carefully unbutton the few buttons left, you take the two steps you have to go to get close to him, and rip the shirt open, sending the buttons flying. You hear them clatter as you wrench the shirt of Dark and let if fall to the floor.

“Darling, that was hardly necessary. It was a good shirt.” One of Dark’s hands comes to rest on your jaw.

“I know how to sew.” You push at him so he falls backwards onto the bed, bouncing slightly at the force of the push.

You follow him onto the bed as he moves upwards so his back rests against the headboard, and you climb onto his lap. You wind your hands into his hair, and kiss him hard.

Dark grunts, quick to return the kiss, growling as you tug on his hair, his hands moving to your rib cage.

The bed dips behind you, hands appears on your hips as teeth start to dance along the side of your neck.

Anti’s touch causes sparks of arousal to curse trough you, so you grind your hips down on Dark, where his own grows to meet you. Anti’s dick rubs against your ass as he keeps nipping at your skin, leaving bites and bruises in his wake.

“Feisty.” Anti comments against your skin, and you break your kiss with Dark to turn to him.

“You don’t know half of it. Lube.” Dark’s mouth, now unoccupied, goes to dance along your collar bone.

“And commandin’.”

“You’re welcome to leave.” Anti raises his hands up, grinning as he does so.

“Alright, alright, your wish is my command.” Lube appears in one of his hands from seemingly thin air.

Trusting that he will hardly need instructions, you turn your attention back to Dark. His head as moved down lower than before, kissing and licking along your chest, and though his mouth feels good there, you want it back on your own instead.

With a hand on his jaw, you move his attention back up, and kiss him just as one of Anti’s now lubed fingers enter you from behind.

You moan into Dark’s mouth and grind down on Anti’s fingers, and by extension Dark’s lap, and you feel Dark’s hands on your ribs squeeze.

As good as that feel, bruised ribs is not what you want, so you move one of his hands to your hair, the other to one of your hips, since Anti is only holding one now with his other one working in and out of you.

You feel Dark’s tongue against your lips, and you open up for him, your tongue coming out to meet his.

Dark’s hand in your hair tugs, and you moan into his mouth once more.

Not to be outdone in the fight for you attention, Anti adds another finger to your hole, and fuck, that feels fucking good.

You settle into a rhythm of grinding down on Anti’s fingers and Dark’s lap, Anti occasionally making a hickey or bite mark on your shoulders.

It feels so good, pleasure singing down your spine as the room is filled by chocked of moans and groans, mostly from you.

You’re getting warmer every second, chasing that high, but you don’t want to come just yet.

And you can hear Anti’s breathing getting heavier, and you can only imagine how his hard dick must feel, as like this it’s not making any direct contact with you, even as his fingers pump in an out of you.

It feels good, but you want more.

So, you stop kissing Dark so you can turn around and look at Anti, making him stop in his tracks, fingers stilling inside of you with the fiery look you send him.

“Fuck me.”

“Now that’s a command I’m goin’ to follow.” His fingers leave you, and is replaced with his cock. You moan, letting your head fall back on Anti’s shoulders as he presses close inside of you.

Seizing the opportunity, Dark starts to kiss along your neck, sucking a particularly size-able hickey on one side, just right next to one Anti made earlier.

Fuck, the sting of that feels so good that you can’t help but grind down, right down on Dark’s lap, and down onto Anti’s cock.

They both moan, and you grin at the ceiling.

Just like it should be.

You’re the one making them moan, and they are making you moan too.

Not one for being slow, Anti sets his own pace, his hips pumping in and out of you rapid pace.

With every trust he moves you against Dark, stoking your arousal and making Dark twitch against your front.

He’s not inside any part of you, but it must feel good, as he growls against your neck, and then starts to move against you, pushing up as Anti pulls back, and moving his hips down as Anti pushes into you.

And fuck, does this feel good.

But still, some part is missing, so you twist your head co catch Anti’s lips with your own.

The kisses are breathy and the angle of it is going to give you a chink in your neck, but you don’t care as you kiss Anti, catching his breathy moans with your mouth.

Not to be outdone, Dark moves down your chest, pushing you slightly backwards towards Anti so he can get his mouth on your nipples.

Dark’s tongue at your nipple his warm and wet, and your hand in his hair urges him to keep moving, while your other goes to Anti’s hip to do the same.

Anti breaks the kiss to nip at your ear, and you can hear the grin in his voice as he speaks.

“Look at you, being so good for us.” You gasp at a particularity harsh trust from him, and though normally his words were more than welcome and true, something about that irks you now.

God damn it, this isn’t quite right.

You were supposed to be the possessive one this time.

Because you always are.

You just don’t have the reason to show it off most time.

Something needs to change about this situation, even though Dark’s tongue against your chest, Anti’s dick going in and out of you, and both of their hands on you are making you feel so good.

Lifting yourself up, and stopping them both with your hands on them, you let Anti’s cock fall out of you, and Dark’s mouth dislodge from your chest.

“Wha- whoa!” Anti tries to question you, but you twist around and push him on his back instead, quickly moving to straddle him.

“My turn.” You line up his cock and sink down on him. Your hands come to rest on his chest, and then, lifting your hips up almost all the way, you slam back down on him. Anti groans, his hands flying to your hips as you set a fast pace.

“Fuckin, fuck!” Dark chuckles behind you, but you pay him no mind as you drag your nails down Anti’s chest, making him hiss.

“Such crude words.”

“Fuck off, like you don’t swear. Fuck.” You clench purposefully around him on the next down-stroke, grinning as Anti throws his head back. “And you’re not the one who has their partner riding their dick like a god damn stallion.” He gasps out as Dark hums, and you lean forward to bite along Anti’s neck, careful around his wound, only slowing down slightly with the new angle.

“Perhaps not, but I must say I’m quite enjoying the show.” You can hear the grin is his voice, and the unmistakable sound of Dark jerking off.

You don’t doubt the view is nice back there.

Your ass spread out, Anti’s dick going in and out of you as you bounce on him and press him into the mattress.

Anti swears, moans, and groans with each new hickey on his skin. After a little time he gets his senses back enough to push back up into you, working with you at the rhythm you have set.

You don’t know how long you can keep up this rhythm, but by the way Anti’s thighs starts to shake, and how he chants your name over and over again, and how his grip on your hips tightens, you won’t need to do it for long.

And it’s just seconds later that he comes, stilling as he fills you up with cum. You gasp at the sensation, and then give a particularly hard bite on the side of his neck, making Anti choke on thin air.

You lean back up, admiring your handiwork beneath you. Anti’s green tinged skin is littered with hickeys and bite-marks, and though you know they won’t last as long as you would like them too, they will stay long enough for your jealousy and possessiveness to be stoked somewhat.

Getting off him, your turn around, being met by the lovely sight of Dark with his hand on his cock, jerking himself off at a much slower pace than what you just did. He lets go of his cock, opening himself in a clear invitation.

You shuffle over, Anti’s cum still leaking out of you as you sink down on Dark’s cock with a moan.

Your pace is not as fast this time, but still far from slow as you move your hips up and down. Dark’s hands settle on your hips, moving with you. Your hands settle on his shoulders, and though you try to kiss his neck, Dark catches you into a kiss instead.

You almost frown into the kiss, but then get an idea as Anti appears behind you, his hands settling just above Dark’s.

“You might be content on watchin, but I’m not.” With that statement, Anti’s hand slides down your front, and fuck, his hands feels good there.

He plays with you, stoking your arousal even more, making you clench around Dark’s cock, which in turn makes him moan into your moan.

At a particularity skillful move with his hand, you bite down hard on Dark’s lip without meaning to, and he stops your hips, breaking the kiss so he can lean back, touching his lips where you can already see some blood starting to gather.

“Fuck, sorry.” Dark rubs his fingers with the blood in-between them against each other. Grasping the distraction to execute your idea from earlier, you move your hand to yank at Anti’s hair, giving him a quick kiss before whispering in his ear.

“Hair.” You let him go, making eye contact with him before looking at Dark, who is watching you both.

Almost as quick as lighting, one of Anti’s hand finds its way to Dark’s hair, and yanks his head back with some force, making him look up at the ceiling. Dark moans loudly, and you grin.

“Rude.” He remarks, only making the weakest of attempts to get Anti’s hand out of his hair.

“The tattle tale is at it again.” Dark huffs at Anti’s words, but that is broken up by a groan as Anti yanks at his hair.

“It’s only fair Dark, I told you one secret of his, and now he knows one of yours.” The sigh that gets out of Dark is mostly put on, and you can feel his cock twitch inside of you.

Grinning, knowing you got him where you want him, you slowly start to move your hips again, and lean forward to kiss along his shoulders and neck.

“Darling, what are yo- Ah!” You bite down on the side of his neck, and let him feel your grin against your skin before lapping at it with your tongue, and then speaking.

“There is not enough marks on you.” Dark moans as Anti laughs, and you continue to let your mouth wander over Dark’s front, and your hips speeds up as you do so.

Anti’s unoccupied hand pushes your hips down and up with your set rhythm, and Dark’s hands on your hips flex and grip hard, surely making bruises there for you to see in the morning.

The moans and groans that Dark makes as Anti keeps his hand in Dark’s hair and every so often is frankly obscene, and it gives you another idea.

Slowing down your hips, one of your hands joins Anti’s in Dark’s hair, tugging so Dark and Anti moves Dark’s head into a slight tilt. You kiss at a spot at the edge of Dark’s jaw and just underneath his ear, and then start making a hickey just at that spot.

That seems to be what does Dark in, as just seconds later he cums, filling you up as you still around him, his orgasm pushing you over to your own.

Your thighs shake as you draw in sharp breaths, Dark doing the same, the only somewhat calm breath in the room being Anti’s.

“That was fuckin’ hot.” You laugh somewhat shakily as you get off Dark, and Dark glares at Anti. Well, as good as a glare as he can with Anti’s hand still in his hair.

As Anti lets go of Dark’s hair, you let yourself fall down on the bed next to Dark, throwing an arm over your eyes.

A hand dances along your thigh and you hum, which quickly turns into a moan as two fingers is showed inside you. Moving your arm, you’re met with Dark’s eyes on you.

“It’s only fair.” His tone is teasing, and your breath hitches as his fingers stroke against your still sensitive insides.

“And you say I’m crude.” Dark hums, but pulls his fingers back out of you at Anti’s words.

“They like it.” He takes a long lick of his cum covered fingers, both his and Anti’s cum mixed inside of you and on his fingers.

And then for some reason he offers those fingers to Anti, who for some reason, actually takes what is offered, and gets them fully into his mouth, sucking loudly, even adding some tongue which he swirls around Dark’s fingers.

Dark looks at Anti as he lets go of his fingers and leans back, licking his lips.

“Seems like someone got an oral fixation.” Dark observers, wiping his fingers on his thigh as Anti grins.

“You both do.” That makes them both look at you, taking you in where you’re still laying on the mattress, your arousal already building up again. “Fuck, all three of us do.” Anti grins, moving to curl up into your side, his head on your chest.

“Someone bein’ a tattle tale on themselves now?” Dark mirrors him on your other side, hand coming to rest just above your navel.

“Fuck yes.” Dark huffs out something close to a laugh, and Anti glitches next to you as he giggles in a way you know only means trouble; the delicious kind of trouble you are more than happy to get into.

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sardonic-the-writer · 2 years

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SPILLED INK AND SILK SHEETS

Being the leading personnel of a supernatural branch in the government is easier than it sounds.

HQ was home to (Y/n). No matter how much alien shit the universe threw at them, it was always sorted out into piles of paperwork by the end of the day.

But when two glitchy demons are thrown into the tattered brown chairs of their office, things get much more complicated for their pay grade.

No amount of training could have prepared (Y/n) for these two men.

WARNING: THIS WORK CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT. DO NOT CONTINUE IF YOU CANNOT STOMACH THOSE THINGS

EDIT: THIS WORK HAS BEEN DISCONTINUED

Chapter One

"Bad, Bad Things."

Chapter Two

"White Lies"

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lonelyrosegold · 2 years

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One-sided Enemies + One-sided friends = lovers

One of my favorite fanfic trop is

Person A hating person B and being their enemies/will do anythingto ruin their day, Person B being oblivious to person A hatred towards them and just trying/thinking they are friends

And then all it takes is for person B to do one nice thing to person A (i.e giving them a gift/giving them a hug/in general showing they care about them or something) for them to be absolutely smitten

Person A just going from "I will kill you" to "I will kill for you"

Cliche and unrealistic?

yes

brings joy to my little heart?

also yes💕

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riotlain · 2 years

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Egos with their s/o’s cat

Bc my cat is laying on me and being loud

shorter than usual bc i want to post

THIS IS A NWLNW BLOG!! WOMEN DNI

Iplier Egos

Darkiplier

He likes your cat

He just hates the fur

I feel like he’d talk to the cat casually-

“Hello there. How are you doing?” “Meow!” “Oh really?”

You’d never see him do it ofc

When you have your back turned hes cradling your cat

Every once in a while youll find a cat toy on the ground that you dont remember buying

It was Dark ofc

Wilford

Dog person but he doesnt mind cats

Definitely babys the cat tho

Holds it like a baby and walks around

“Have you fed the lil guy today?”

No guns around the cat

Will shoot anyone who insults your cat

Illinois

Bros literally never home bc adventures

But he find it nice when he visits you have a cat to rub against his leg

Pets it like a dog

If its a kitten he’ll put it on his shoulder and walk around your house with it

Gets cool artifacts for you cat??

10/10 Cat dad whenever hes over

Eric Derekson

Was scared of your cat being mean

Now hes emotionally attached to it

Rough day? Eric hangs with your cat

If your cats an outside one he’ll be so fucking scared sometimes

“What- what if your cat gets in a- uh- um- a fight?” Please reassure that your cat will be fine

Always gets lil toys or treats for your cat

Host

Host cant see your cat lol

He enjoys the cat fur tho

Unless its hairless then uh-

He definitely talks to your cat casually

“The Host asks how [Insert cat’s name]’s day has been?” “Meow!” “Well thats nice :)”

Emotionally attached to your cat now

Septiceye Egos

Anti

Hes an asshole to your cat

Would never hurt em or anything

Just bullies him

“Hey, Y/n! Look at this fatty!” * Anti holding up your cat*

Has beef with your cat for some reason??

“What’re you lookin’ at?”

Jameson

Cat person for sure

Cradles your cat

Gets lil toys for em

Literally the whole thing

“Looky here at this rascal!” *Pats your cats head*

Your cat will probably end up following him around alot

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ijwrff · 8 months

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Prisoner-Part 7

Am I evil for this? Maybe. Y'all bout to find out.

Tw; swearing

@serenitydusk @thattiredanimator1t0mblr @viciouslyyearning

Word Count: 1,363

Anti most certainly didn’t want to go to this little meeting, and he made that very clear. Between groaning and openly saying “This fucking sucks” several times as you played your game. He knew once you were done with that section of the game, that you’d want to meet with Dark about whatever this agreement was. He was dreading it with every inch of his being.

You finished up quickly, wanting to know what it was and how it would go. Maybe their agreement involved you going home? That didn’t seem right…it was mentioned as if it was something bigger than that. More important to them, and possibly to you. You HAD to know. It was urgent, and on the off chance that it meant you could go home you needed to be involved in that conversation as soon as possible.

You looked at Anti and smiled, even though it came off as very nervous. “So…to Dark’s castle?” You tried to make it sound less like you were excited, and more of a casual question. It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy your time with Anti…even if he had a few screws loose. Dark was calmer by far, so if you had to talk about this “agreement” you’d rather do it with Dark present.

He might have some control over the situation, and keep Anti at bay if all went wrong. Might.

Anti made an irritated noise, but reluctantly composed himself as much as he could and grabbed your hand. He led you to the front, and you couldn’t help but notice the sparks coming off his other hand. His eyes flashed with colors of green and yellow, and it intimidated not just you…but all the other demons who walked past. They took great care to stay as far as possible from the two of you.

You had no idea what to say, and neither did he. It didn’t take long to realize Anti could be a talker, so knowing he was being quiet only made you more anxious for this conversation. He would look at you with calculating eyes, and you would look back only for the both of you to look away. This was so…awkward. Was the agreement really something to be so nervous about?

Within moments of leaving out the front entrance, your vision blurred and you arrived at Dark’s castle. It wasn’t exactly welcoming, but as Dark said it was more composed. More solid, and stable. It seemed foreboding however, and the walk to Dark’s office was silent. For the most part. You could still hear demons talking and rummaging around, but you had yet to see one of them.

Anti didn’t bother to knock, and walked straight into the room with you in tow. He made sure not to let go of your hand, as if to show Dark that Anti was holding your hand instead of him. He squeezed tightly several times, but made sure not to squeeze too hard. Humans were far more breakable than demons, and he reminded himself of that often when around you.

Dark looked up from his desk and frowned at Anti, before smiling softly at you. “What brings you back? Was he mistreating you?” His smile turned into a look that terrified you. You had to remind yourself it wasn’t directed at you. It didn’t phase Anti, however, and the two glared at each other with unspoken words.

“N-No! It wasn’t that…it’s just…” Now seeing them seethe at each other made your confidence dissolve, but you had to be strong. “I wanted…to know what your agreement was.” You scanned their faces, and tried to get a hint as to what it was before it was said.

Anti looked irritated, and Dark looked perplexed. “Oh…I see.” He gestured to the two seats in front of the desk, “Sit down. We’ll discuss it.” Dark also looked as if he was dreading the conversation, but the look went away quickly and was replaced with calmness. You couldn’t tell if that calmness was genuine, but if it wasn’t he was a damn good actor.

You both sat down, and Dark tried to formulate the words. “It’s an agreement about you.” Those words were already terrifying, and seeing your confusion and fear he continued. “We can’t say we hold extremely strong feelings for you, but that has changed over time.” This was sounding…odd. And conflicting.

Anti spoke up, “We’d like to try and court you. There. Happy, Dark? I used your words.” Both turned to you and had anticipating looks on their faces. Anti in particular looked more afraid, as if he was exposing a great weakness of his. “But you can pick who you chose. Our agreement…” He trailed off, and Dark finished the sentence for him once several moments had passed.

“Was that we each take you on a series of dates. Get to know you, and you can get to know us. We will not hold…many…strong negative feelings about your choice.” He folded his hands on his desk and tried to gauge your reaction. When he saw confusion once again, he continued. “We will be patient, and respect your decision.”

You had…no words. Was this really happening? Two demons that kidnapped you…wanted to go on dates with you. This has become an extremely difficult situation very quickly. “I…I…” Was all you could get out. You wanted to tell them how you felt, but any thoughts on negative repercussions halted your attempts.

“It’s alright dear, take your time.” Dark said, and looked at you concerned. Was the thought really so terrifying you couldn’t speak? “We can protect you. Better than anyone else can.” He tried to reaffirm your beliefs, if they were even there. “We are kings of the void, and could provide you any kind of life you saw fit. No need to make the decision now.”

After a good while of silence from Anti, he decided to throw his two cents in, “We get you need time. Just don’t take too long, and make the right choice. At least try it out. See who you like more.” He sniffed and rubbed his nose, being reluctant to have this conversation at all. You just looked so…conflicted. It was making him nervous.

They both allowed you several moments, and you tried to gather your words as carefully as possible. “I…I can’t.” You closed your eyes, not knowing what was about to happen to you. Hearing them both suck in breaths, you opened your eyes to see Dark and Anti’s auras, or whatever they were called, flickering aggressively in the air around them. It felt suffocating.

“At least give one of us a fucking chance! Just some dates! It’s no big deal!” Anti growled, but Dark’s look had him calm down slightly. “We wanna know you. Everything about you.” It sounded broken, with how his voice glitched and his emotions overflowed.

Dark leaned forward, getting just a little bit closer to you. “Why can’t you? Be honest.” He looked into your eyes, but you tore your gaze far from him. “We could provide for you, care for you. Be yours, as much as you’d be ours. I know I could give you the lavish life of your dreams. Anti could do…something…for you.” He trailed off, trying to think of what Anti could possibly do. He saw himself much higher up than the glitch demon, but he respected him to the smallest extent.

“Fuck off Dark! I can make sure,” He directed his eyes to you and made sure you were looking at him, “That you always have fun. No rules, no regulations, just anything you want to do you can. Travel the human world, gain authority, take you anywhere you want to go.” His eyes were flickering with electricity it seemed, and it made you look away. “So why. Can’t. You.” His voice sounded guarded, but still angry.

“Because…” Their strong reactions were terrifying, and you wanted nothing more to go back home. Somewhere you were safe, no demons in sight. But you had to say those six words. Maybe they would understand? Leave you alone? It was wishful thinking.

“Because I already have a boyfriend.”

#x reader #markiplier egos #jacksepticeye egos #yandere x reader #gn reader #tw; violence #tw; swearing #yandere! king! antisepticeye x reader #yandere! king! darkiplier x reader #yandere! king! anti x reader #yandere! king! darkiplier #yandere! king! antisepticeye

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thedarkcoven · 1 year

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This Is Not A Dream | Master List

-Edit made by me using pics found on Google. I DO NOT take any form of credit other than the edit :) WARNING! 18+ Content Ahead. MINORS DNI! Smut. Slight Drinking. Threesome. Manipulation. Dark isn’t a nice person/demon. Natemare is a little shit. Dark and Mare are obsessive and possessive. Antisepticeye is like a big brother to reader. Choking. Hair pulling. Slight abuse. Some noncon/dubcon. Talk of religion/witchcraft (ex: demons, god complex, sacrifices, etc). Bondage themes. Talk of mental health. Mind play. Dark magic. Shadow tentacle usage. Monster-f’ing (since demons are technically monsters). Blood/gore. Dark themes so if any of this makes you uncomfy please do not read. -If I can think of any more I will add them-

Its been years since you started your career, starting as a side job, of creating Youtube videos. Out of celebration of your tenth year and meeting so many amazing friends over the years, your best friend Seán also known as Jacksepticeye has come up with a plan of having a get together for a few weeks. Things seem fine at first until one you run across what you thought was an abandoned shack only to have the events of a great time turn dark. ~Chapters will be updated as I finish them -Chapters- Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four

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egomeister · 2 years

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BIG SPOON OR LITTLE SPOON?

ALL EGOS

SYNOPSIS: While we're on the talk of cuddles, are they a big or a little spoon? (Most of the guys are happy with both, so I'm just going to put their preference)

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Darkiplier

Big spoon

Wilford Warfstache

Little spoon

Actor! Mark

Either (Changes by the day)

Yancy

Little spoon

Illinois

Big spoon

Engineer Mark

No preference

Damien

Big spoon

Antisepticeye

Big spoon (Dislikes cuddling though)

Chase Brody

Little spoon

Marvin the Magnificent

Big spoon

Dr. Schneeplestein

No preference

Jameson Jackson

Little spoon

#darkiplier x reader #wilford warfstache x reader #actor mark x reader #yancy x reader #illinois x reader #antisepticeye x reader #chase brody x reader #marvin the magnificent x reader #dr schneeplestein x reader #jameson jackson x reader #tufts septic egos #tufts iplier egos

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mothgodofchaos · 1 year

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Stage

This was an idea I couldn’t shake. I was supposed to be writing a Yancy first snow fic, but my brain kept shoving this to the front. Here, with whatever the fuck this is.

Actor v Anti, GN!Reader, ft. Marvin, Chase, Jackieboy Man, Murdoch, Yancy, Engineer, and Dark, TW: puppets, mannequins, manipulation, knives, possessiveness, kidnapping Words: 1457

“My emerald friend, you and I both know I own the stage, and by extension, anyone who walks onto it. Now, if you could please let go of my dear protagonist, I need a victim for our hero, namely me, to rescue.”

“Yer protagonist? How adorable. If ye t’ink yer gonna get my poppet away from me, ye got anot’er t’ing comin’ t’ ye.” “Well then, you’re far more fun than Dark at playing the villain, challenge accepted. Let’s see if our hero can rescue our dearest from the claws of this technologic demon.” Anti smirks, the puppet strings keeping you bound and floating in the air tugging you upwards as his hands move, as if he’s the one manually moving you. You hover above the stage as you hear Mark’s cane and Anti’s knife clash with a sharp clang. You struggle, but of course, the script didn’t say you were allowed to speak.

“Don’t worry dearest, we’ll get you back to your ship, I have many loops for you to go through still! But don’t worry, the script has to end at some point.” “Enough ‘bout yer fuckin’ script! This is my playground now, ye pomegranate pompadour. Wait until ye see my ot’er poppets, I’m sure t’ey’d love t’ meet ye.” From the rafters drops Marvin, clearly straining against his red puppet strings. His eyes glow green as the strings unravel from him, and he takes an offensive stance towards Mark, his cards bridging between his hands before several spades fly at the actor. Midair, they shift into daggers, Mark’s staff able to deflect those that he can’t dodge. “Have others to do your dirty work for you, do you? I admire you, glitch bitch. Wish I could say that we could be friends, but I don’t tend to play nice.”

“Play nice? From w’at I’ve heard from Dark’s bitchin’, ye don’t like anyone ot’er t’an yerself.” “Dark talks about me? I knew he liked me. He’ll admit it someday. Until then, he’ll have to play my villain, of course when I’m done with you.” Mark pulls a mannequin from the left wing, a quick wave over the face and you now look down at Yancy, you remembered him from the Heist script. Charming, friendly, he had helped you escape. Reduced to nothing more than just another mannequin as Mark watched you weave through his narratives aimlessly, just for him to swoop in at the end and “rescue” you. Being captured by Anti was a mistake. You were working on something on your ship, wherever that is now, when your desk glitched. You thought it was going to break, sending you through another loop, but those thoughts were quickly dismissed when your screens were filled by green glitches, and an arm reached through the screen, reaching for you. You ran through the door to the bridge, shoving your crew out of the way as the demon chased you through the cameras, tablets, and electronics that he could easily link to.

You sprinted towards the warpcore, ready to jump in again when the doors in the hallway locked, a clawed hand stabbing through the hand scanner that opened the one behind you. A knife pointed towards your throat as he loomed in the doorway to the warpcore, floating just slightly off the ground. He had backed you against the opposing door, slowly encroaching on your space.

“Well aren’t ye a beautiful and/or handsome little thing? Not often I get t’e chance t’ catch one like ye~”

And like that, he snatched the front of your coveralls, and in a flash of green, leaving you with a tingly, electric feeling through your entire body, you found yourself on the stage. All the memories with Mark came flooding back, manipulating you, writing the script in front of you, grinning as he controlled your every move and thought. But this? This was fear. This was unfamiliar territory.

The demon strung you up with his puppet strings, displaying you with his other captives. The nightmares, the killings, the possessions, simply controlled by a different narrator now. You thought back to your time in the mirror, wondering if it would’ve been better if you had never been pulled out by Mark. You were so desperate, betrayed by Dark…

A knife slicing through the string attached to your right arm snaps you out of your thoughts, seeing Yancy’s smile a few inches away from your face. Anti had summoned Jackieboy Man and Chase at this point, and you see Murdoch and your sweet Engineer on Mark’s side. Part of you wanted to be excited to see Yancy, but you knew that the illusion would only last for so long, even if you were properly rescued. He swiftly cuts the rest of the strings, sending you both hurtling towards the floor, him using himself as a cushion for your fall. Mark glances over from his clashing with Anti, smiling that sickly sweet charismatic smile at you.

You wanted to run, while Yancy was still stunned, while they were both distracted, but something kept you still, watching them duel it out over you. A comforting hand rests on your shoulder, Yancy now up, which turns into a harsher grip as you try and shift. There goes your one possible opportunity for escape.

“Just because ye cut ‘em down doesn’t mean ye won. T’ey’re still my poppet.” “That is where you are wrong, my dear friend. For the stage is mine, and so are they.”

The three of you are now surrounded with a ring of mannequins, Yancy, Murdoch, and Engi once again faceless humanoids made of cedar. Anti growls as Marvin, Jackieboy Man, and Chase are returned up to the rafters. The two never break eye contact with each other, the demon sneering as Mark smugly clicks his cane against the stage as he walks along the ring.

Wooden hands grab your arms, holding you still as Mark makes his way to you, cupping your face. Not to be outdone, Anti sprints at you, red strings tying themselves around your extremities again. You close your eyes, preparing yourself to be toyed with again, or to deal with another long while of them fighting over you. But nothing happens. Mark moves his hand from your face, but the mannequins let go, the strings lessening.

You open your eyes to see both of them standing back, sneering at you, or rather, behind you. The mannequins are gone, and you can’t help but recognize the familiar ringing from behind you.

“So sorry to be late, I didn’t want to be here. But now you have a proper villain! Maybe the two of you working together could finally beat me! Or maybe not. Regardless, now is not the time. I must take our darling hero home, make sure they’re properly taken care of. Who knows how long you both have been toying with them! Really, it’s awful manners.”

Anti growls and Mark huffs as a cold grey hand is placed upon your shoulder. Actually comforting. His ringing is kept low for you, his thumb offering a small amount of soothing.

“I’m sorry, my dear. For leaving you in there, I didn’t want to. She’s resting now, I’m here. I promise I will not hurt you.”

You had gotten pretty good at detecting lies after being around Mark and Anti so much, but as you looked into Dark’s eyes, you saw only genuine pain. The regret of abandoning you so long ago.

“And what makes you think that you can just take them? I need them to fulfill their scripts!” “Oi- we still haven’t decided if yer gettin’ t’em back at all!”

“I think my reasoning can be summed up in a few words: because I can, fuck you.”

The actor and demon lunge at the two of you as you sink into the void with Dark, a reassuring hold on you as you open your eyes again, in front of a house. It’s not the manor where you were trapped, no, a different one. It didn’t have the same edge as all of those scripts, all the puppet shows, no, this was real. He guides you slowly to the front door, where a familiar grin greets you.

“Youse really freed them! Youse did it!”

Yancy scoops you up into a hug, and you see the likes of every other ego you met in all those scripts. But they were here. Real. You cried into Yancy’s shoulder as he slowly put you down, Dark rubbing your back as you let out everything. Free from the scripts, the strings, the puppets, the mannequins. Everything. The stage was behind you, and you’re the author of your own life now. At home.

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