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leighsartworks216 · 7 months

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Markiplier Egos Masterlist

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The Host

Please Stay - The Host x gn!reader

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

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

#fanfic #fanfiction #markiplier #markiplier egos #markiplier egos x reader #mayor damien x reader #damien x reader #wilford warfstache x reader #wilford x reader #darkiplier x reader #host x reader #illinois x reader #yancy x reader #engineer mark x reader #googleplier x reader

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sardonic-the-writer · 2 years

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━"Manning The Mics"

━Tw: None

━Notes: I have delted this over five times on accident. If there's any typos- too bad so sad I'm never revisiting this. It took so long ;-;

━Song: "Why Am I Anxious" By Tom Cardy

"You know I have the power to fire you right."

Giggles filled with pure mirth came from (Y/n) as they tried not to double over, staring at their unamused boss, whom, was covered head to toe in sticky notes.

Their record for how many post-it notes they could place on one person had been 18. Had been.

Now it was a whopping 23.

As one could clearly tell if they took one look at the man in front of (Y/n).

You know, suprisingly, working at a studio downtown dedicated to airing a local t.v channel wasn't all that entertaining. Especially when someone like (Y/n)—who had mounds of untapped potential according to the company—was stuck wiping the dust off of camera lenses instead of putting their four years at college to use.

What's the use of going to school for a degree in sound design if they didn't even use it.

So they had to find a way to spice up their day to day routine. That didn't involve loitering around the snack table untill the day ended. (The coffee tasted like shit anyways.) What better way than slapping half a pad of post-its on your co-workers.

"If I didn't like you so much I would have kicked you out a long while ago."

(Y/n) paused their laughing fit to swipe dramatically at the corner of their eyes, pretending to wipe a tear away.

"Yeah. But you wouldn't want to get rid of 'one of the most talented workers you've seen in years'. Your words not mine." They clasped their hands together with an overdone grin, looking up at their (still) uninterested boss. He just grumbled at them in response.

Honestly Robert wasn't a bad supervisor. He never yelled at anyone, only tossing the occasional death glare when people needed to be reminded of things. Which was much appreciated concidering his sagging eyebags and sardonic demeanor made it seen like he would and could snap at the smallest thing.

He was pretty nice to (Y/n) anyways. Treated them like a hyper cousin. You know; the one you always saw getting yelled at by their mom at family gatherings because they put a whoopee cushion on someone's seat.

"Listen. I didnt call you in here to talk about, er, this." Robert plucked a blue sticky note off his temple, crumbling the material up into a ball and flicking it across the room.

It landed in the waste bin by his desk perfectly, making (Y/n) widen their eyes with an entertained smile. Robert didn't share their enthusiasm.

"I got an email from HQ this morning. One of the cast members saw you, ah 'performing by the water cooler' the other day so to speak, and wanted to meet you for something in building 2M today. As in, fifteen-minutes-from-right-now today."

(Y/n) saw a flash of remorse pass across his eyes. His tone was gentler now. The kind of gentle tone people use when they tell you your dog was just run over by a steam roller.

They felt their heart drop, face twisting into an unpleasant expression.

It had just been a bit of goofing off. Balancing a cherry on their nose before popping it in their mouth and tying the stem like a magician presenting their next trick—that kind of stuff. They didn't even know a cast member would be there. If so they would have used one of their sick days ahead of time. (Can you blame them. No one wants to be in the same room as their boss when their working.)

"Do you know who saw-"

"No. I don't know. I'm sorry (Y/n)." Robert's lips twitched down into a frown full of sympathy. He reached out to place a hesitant pat on their arm, the gesture holding a lot more meaning than anyone would think.

"If they try to fire you, quit before they can. That's business 101."

Well that certantly made them feel a lot better.

"Thanks. Want me to just hand in my resignation now or-?"

"Shut up (Y/n)." He rolled his eyes. But there was no annoyance behind it.

"You need to get going anyways. And-" He rubbed the back of his neck.

"-good luck."

"Just make sure my headstone looks nice and neat alright?"

"Fuck off."

Offices surrounded by glass should be illegal.

That's all that was going through (Y/n)'s brain as they walked through the winding hallways of headquarters. More specifically building M2.

They could see everything going on in the rooms due to those stupid glass walls, yet nothing at the same time. It was anxiety inducing.

But also what-the-fuck inducing.

A man with a cowboy hat, sunglasses, and atrocious mouth mullet was talking to a group of terrified looking people in one area while waving around what was, hopefully, a fake gun.

In the room next to him was a masked figure in a skin tight black body suit, posing like a superhero while resting their comically large hands by his hips. They almost looked to be roleplaying if anything.

The company didn't talk about this in the introduction video.

What room were they supposed to be in again? The lady at the front desk had said the one with the cream walls right? Or was it gray-

They let their feet lead them down a few more twists and turns while trying not to think about it too much. The contents in the rooms only got more bizarre as they went, albeit less and less people occupying them untill no one was left.

The journey only paused when a room on their right came up, big bold letters above it reading Conference Room.

Hey, that room looked cream colored enough.

(Y/n) pushed the glass door open, head popping in as they scanned the contents of the place. Just as their view from the outside suggested, no one was in there.

"Yeah. Okay. That's great. Invite me up here why don't you. Give me a heart attack why don't you. Make sure not to show up before me why don't you."

Their words were full of nerves, bones in their neck popping as they cracked it anxiously.

Who exactly was the cast again? They knew the general idea that surrounded all of them. The Big Men. The bosses. The people who ran this entire company in their free time.

Wispers about who exactly they were ran rampant on set some days. How one was a demon. The other was an insane pink Willy Wonka. Someone even had a thoery that they were all just fragments of one mans mind, which was met with as many eyerolls and scoffs as one would think.

Honestly (Y/n) had never paid much attention to any of the theories. They were never gonna meet the guys in charge anyways, so why bother? They'd much rather spend their time getting their job done quickly so they could spend the rest of their shift goofing off.

But now, walking around the oval shaped table and eyeing the place skeptically, they wish they had listened in to those conversations.

"Ah! Wonderful! We were wondering when you would show up sugarplum!"

(Y/n) nearly jumped three feet in the air, whirling around to the source of their sudden spike in heart rate.

Right where seconds ago no one had been sitting were six individual men surrounding the brown table.

Everyone looked the same. But different. It was a wonder how they had never really seen any of them before, despite working on set and them being the 'main cast'.

They all were staring straight at (Y/n), who swore their face lost all color at the attention.

Each one was dressed in different attire, ranging vastly from suits to hospital scrubs. A couple of them even looked to be glitching. Or was that buffering? They couldn't tell.

"Well come on! Sit down sit down. There's a chair right next to Bim and Hosty right there!"

Their eyes flickered to the enthusiastic man with messy brown hair, his voice slurred as if he'd been drinking. A pink tinted mustache moved with his words, which they couldn't help but stare at for a moment.

Nonetheless they listened, walking over to the chair he spoke of and slowly sitting down. If they hadnt felt small enough being stared at by six separate pairs of eyes, they certantly did now.

The one—Hosty he had been called?—on their left was a man in a light brown trench coat. He was rather handsome looking, albeit solom. He had a bandage around his head, weaving through his dark tresses and covering his vision. There looked to be dried blood stains where his eyes were, causing them to wonder how he could even see them.

"The Host thinks it's rude to stare."

(Y/n) quickly looked away at their words, choosing instead to eye the other man beside their seat.

Not like they had much of a chance to before a hand was shoved in their face.

"HI! Bim here. Bim Trimmer. Extrodinare in everything! That's Bim Trimmer. B-I-M, T-"

"Alright that's enough Bim. You're startling them." Someone said with a sigh.

The hand pointing straight inbetween the area of their eyes slowly reclined, Bims smile still ever present—if a bit forced now.

Who the absolute hell were these people.

"Wilford, why exactly are we all here?"

"Ah, yes. That!"

(Y/n)s eyes furrowed in the slightest, shifting in their seat as they watched the smiling man shuffle around for some papers. His tounge would come out and lick his lips occasionally and they tried not to acknowledge Wilfords little wink when he noticed them looking.

He then slammed a file decorated with stickers down on the table, patting it gently as if he didn't just completely demolish it against the furnitures surface.

"(Y/n) (L/n)! Works in building 4A, mic check crew. Born in Nevada, moved to Ohio to pursue their career in sound design! An adventurous little thing."

"We know Wilford. I recal reading the report on their interview. A very interesting one." A very monotone voice said, before screaming.

(Y/n)s eyes widened as a red and blue verson of the person across from them split in the air, howling. They looked to be in the worst pain imaginable. It was enough to make (Y/n) forget about the mention of their rather embarassing interview. (Let's just say the janitor had to stay overnight that day)

And then the figures were gone.

"Host notices (Y/n) jump. He wishes tell them that they were not imagining that. It is simply Dark becoming a bit aggitated."

Alright. So that made no sense. Perfect.

How to deal with this. Avoid eye contact? No they were already doing that. Music? Earbuds were in the car damnit. Oh-

Humor.

"So, is this gonna be done by my lunch break, because I have some tofu in the fridge I really can't let sit too long. Last time that happened I had to quarantine for a few months and oh boy-"

Their words faded the more they talked, nerves increasing by the moment.

Alright so no jokes. Tough crowd.

"Are you going to fire me? Becuase if so I quit first."

That made Wiford let out a hearty laugh, a few others joining in with small chuckled. Even the monochrome ones lips tilted up slightly, his expression having been stony untill now.

"Fire you? Why of course not! On the contrary sugar! Here, have some candy."

Before (Y/n) could say anything in retaliation a lollipop was shoved forcefully in their mouth. They gagged on it slightly, muffling out a 'hey!' as the sweet flavor coated their tounge.

Wilford just winked.

Host quietly narrated their flushed face with a slight tilt of his head.

They worked the treat around with their tounge, successfully muted as Wilford continued to go on a rant, pacing around the room and its inhabitants. Tossing out reasons why he had called them all up here with the occasional off topic discussion.

"-ut (Y/n) we were wondering if you'd like to come work in our building! On Warfstashe Tonight to be specific." He finally finished, filling with his suspenders and leaning down to look them in the eye with half closed lids.

He was so close, they could have stuck him in the eye with the end of their lollipop stick—and honestly was thinking about it just to see what would happen. So thank god for Host.

"The Host feels a bit neglected when Wilford fails to mention his podcast."

"Yeah, what The Host said. I'm Bim Trimmer! The Bim Trimmer! I need a mic guy too for my show about me! Bim!"

"They could help me with my diagnosis'. It's always more fun to tell people that their dying with an audience."

"I-I have no-o use f-for a us-seless huma-an."

Fuck you too blue shirt guy.

"Settle now." The dark man said again. Wait, dark? Dark.

(Y/n) thought someone had called him that. Strange name. However, it fit them.

"Wilford I recommend you stop playing with this poor human and get on with it. We can all figure out a schedule later. We've already confused them enough."

"You're no fun Darky." Wilford pouted, snatching the lollipop right out of (Y/n)'s mouth and placing it in his own. He sighed as he walked away, licking it at his leisure.

They blinked at the unsanitary action.

"But fiiiiine. Meeting dismissed. That means you too bubblegum. I can escort you out to your car if you'd like."

The pinkette was smiling at them innocently while twirling the spit coated treat around in his hand. But with the way Wilford looked them up and down they felt like he wanted to do more than just escort them to their car.

By now most of the other members at the table had gotten up to leave, shuffling around and making small talk amongst themselves. Not many spared an extra glance at (Y/n). Which they were thankful for. Their head was already spinning a little.

"Uh, no thanks Wilford. I'll just go back to my erm, building now." They declined his offer as politely as possible.

"You have some important tofu waiting for you if I'm not mistaken." Dark smoothed down his suit as he stood up, red and blue iris' boring into (Y/n)s own as he spoke. They had forgotten he was even there, which unnerved them a little. Silent guy.

"Uh, yes. Yes. That's it. Mhm yes totally. Tofu. I'll go get that and then I'll just- see what's left to do around here." (Y/n) stuffed their hands into their pockets, already starting to inch towards the door stiffly.

Wilford whined once or twice. But the glass door slammed in his face before any real words could make it out of his mouth, (Y/n)s pace increasing as they sped walked away with eyes as big as dinner plates.

They mentally thanked Dark for an opportunity out of there. They had never had trouble socializing in any sort of way, but in that room being offered so many promotions—could they even be called promotions if you're just thrust into the job—it felt more like they were being cooed and ogled at by a bunch of higher beings. Mainly Wilford.

But- whatever. They would do their research. The deranged Willy Wonka theory didn't seem too crazy anymore.

For now though–

–they were really craving a lollipop.

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mothgodofchaos · 11 months

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*Climbs up the wall with suction cups on my hands and knocks on the window.*

May I see more headcanons of the Host'n'Author Angel and Devil boys? Perhaps something with love languages and all the little ways they show their affection?

Love languages, can do.

Angel!Host:

Touching, constantly touching

The man is blind, he needs to know where you are

Technically he has whatever god is giving him guidance to do that, but he's not going to say that

Holding your hand as a constant reminder of your presence is very comforting to him

Demon!Author:

Words, compliments, catcalling, you name it

He will speak his mind, and he is not afraid to say some unholy things about you

This of course flusters his brother, who is used to narrating everything, and doesn't exactly want to start narrating his thoughts either

He's a little shit, but he's going to say in every way possible how much you mean to him and how attractive he finds you

#the host #the host markiplier #the host x reader #markiplier egos #host x reader #gn!reader #the author markiplier #the author #the author x reader #ink machine #bat smack #chaosanswers #chaoscanons

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 2 years

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HELLO ITS ME AGAIN!!

I’m here with a request

The Host x D.A!Reader <3

ISWM P2 SPOILERS//

Takes place during ISWM 2, they’re going through the different timelines and instead of landing in the cabin and meeting the narrator, they meet The Host.

Could be completely fluffy or angst/comfort, your choice!

I miss my boy <\3

Have a lovely day :]

"However, the Captain bizarrely started gesturing up towards the sky in a very unstealthy manner."

"What the hell?" You whispered as your arm was flailing about, drawing you out from behind the bush as you tried to stay hidden.

It's like your body had a mind of its own, but you knew what was really going on.

That damn Narrator.

He was starting to genuinely piss you off, especially back on the ship where he started doing whatever he wanted to you and those around you. At one point he tried making two people fight each other, so they became acutely aware of this “higher being” much like you did.

You just wanted to get back to your own timeline and fix things..why did he feel the need to complicate shit and make your life even more of a living hell?

Now because of his stupid narrating, your cover was blown and you were on the run from this feral Mark--apparently called Heehoo in this universe.

“Well, it seems to be the end for our intrepid Captain-”

“But with luck, they managed to put enough distance between themselves and Heehoo. Then a sudden noise from the woods startles him into fleeing.”

In confusion you slowed down as you heard a much softer-sounding voice; similar to Mark’s but not quite him. Looking back, you saw that Heehoo had fled, spooked by a loud rustle in the bushes.

You wondered who saved you, though...you knew only one other person who spoke in narrations.

“What?! No! You can’t do that! Who the hell are you?!” The Narrator demanded.

“The one who will be taking over the story from here on out. Goodbye, Dr. Mills.”

“Wait!! NO-!!”

You flinched slightly as you heard what sounded like a bat striking something, followed by a heavy thump against an unseen floor. Then you heard the bat being tossed aside and a sigh. “Now then..the warp crystal glows brightly in the night, sending the Captain to a familiar place that may jog their memory.”

Raising your hand, you saw the crystal glowing brighter than ever before you were whisked away through another wormhole, landing in...

A library?

You looked around, removing your helmet as you breathed in the scents of old wood and paper, sighing deeply. This certainly felt familiar.

“The Host is relieved to see the Cap--[y/n] has made it in one piece.”

Blinking, you turned around to see a certain man in a tan trenchcoat, illuminated by a dim orange lamp light. The gauze wrapped around his eyes was clean, and the smile on his face was warm. You noticed he had bandages around his hands, too, though that didn’t stop you from going over and taking them into yours.

“Host!” You grinned. “God, you don’t know how glad I am to see you.”

“..h-he considers the feeling mutual.” He seemed a bit flustered by the fact you were holding his hands, as he cleared his throat.

You realized his discomfort and let go, chuckling awkwardly. “Sorry. It’s just..it’s been one crazy trip after another. Thanks for getting rid of that control freak.”

“[Y/n] has nothing to fear. He was a..poor excuse of a narrator, and an even worse author.” He shook his head. “But with the threat of him gone, [y/n] believed they deserved a break from their journey across timelines.”

“Damn right I do.” Sighing, you slumped into one of the couches, leaning back and closing your eyes for a bit, trying to relax.

Once you felt a little bit calmer, you looked back at Host, who was sitting nearby and reading something in braille. “Say, I don’t suppose you can “narrate” Mark into shutting down the warp core...or “narrate” him into this timeline, can you?”

“The Host has a notion that attempting to influence events in other realities may break the universe further, so he abstains from doing so. He already took a risk bringing [y/n] here.”

“...of course, that’d be too easy-”

“However, he may have found something that can assist [y/n] in their quest.” Closing the book, he stood up. “And so they follow him to his studio.”

Feeling your legs move on their own, you followed him to a room that held his radio broadcasting equipment. You remember him taking up this profession after he had gone blind--since, of course, he couldn’t write as an author anymore. But he did make great podcasts.

He picked up a small leather book on the desk, handing it to you. “The Narrator’s book.”

“He was..using a book?” After taking it, you flipped through a few pages, eyes widening as you read the most recent one about your arm flailing and other unusual actions you’ve taken, followed by illegible scribbles (assuming they’re from the Narrator’s struggle with Host).

You couldn’t believe it. That asshat was controlling your every thought and move with writings.

You noticed a small blood stain in the corner, but you didn’t care. Whatever the Host did to him was much deserved.

“Son of a bitch. All this time, he was in another world ripping away my free will-!!!”

Suddenly you came to a realization as you gazed at Host. "Wait...he was able to do all of this no matter what world I was in.”

“Indeed, that book is a powerful interdimensional tool, greater than the Host’s own abilities, even. And the quill in his possession is-”

“That’s it! I can use this to find Mark!” You beamed, going over to take the quill from his hand. “I’m gonna need that....Host?” Blinking, you noticed how sad he appeared as he moved it just out of your reach, taking a step back.

“Does [y/n] truly wish to leave so soon?”

Your smile faltered. Of course you didn’t wanna leave him already, though you knew you had to get going. Or else the warp crystal itself would drag you back into the wormhole and put you god-knows-where.

“..I’d hate to but..I-I made a huge mistake. You know that, Host. I have to find Mark and fix this. The longer I wait around, the worse everything’s gonna get. Once this is over I’ll come find you."

You put your hand out, hoping he believed you. “I promise we’ll have all the time in the world to catch up...but first I gotta save all the worlds.”

After a moment more of hesitation, he finally relented and handed over the quill. “The Host understands. However, he warns [y/n] to write clearly and not be so ambiguous, as there could be consequences that even he cannot foresee.”

“...I just have to breathe and there’s consequences." Rolling your eyes, you sat down in the chair and opened the book to a new page, writing: “The Captain finds Mark, the head engineer of the Invincible II.”

“There. Can’t get anymore specific than that.”

“So it is written. The Host bids [y/n] farewell and wishes them luck on their journey.”

“Thank y-”

All of the sudden a wormhole opened beneath your feet, dragging you down into it as you cursed rather loudly in annoyance.

“Oh WHAT THE FU-”

The Host watched as it closed, finding the Narrator’s book and quill left in-place of where you once stood. He knelt down and picked them up, sighing somberly.

Once again he was all alone.

But he enjoyed your company. He hopes to see you again soon.

#clanask #iplier egos x reader #iswm 2 x reader #in space with markiplier x reader #the host x reader #host x reader #iswm 2 spoilers

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westanthewaterman · 2 years

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Kinktober - 4/31

Pairing: Host x GN!Reader

Kink(s): Nipple play + Biting

Contents: nipple play, biting, Host being a tease

Kinktober Masterlist

Strong hands tighten their hold on your waist, urging you even closer. A hot mouth envelopes one of your nipples and you cry out.

“Host!” You gasp, burying a hand in his dark hair and holding him against you.

You can feel his smug smirk against your chest, but can’t bring yourself to care enough to do anything about it with how good his tongue feels, laving over your sensitive bud.

Planting your hands on his shoulders, you use the grip as leverage to grind down against him, feeling the hardness beneath you.

Host groans, pulling off you to press his forehead to your sternum.

“The Host thinks he could spend days like this, exploring your body with his mouth, making you sing for him.”

“I’m sure you could, I, on the other hand, am pretty sure I’m going to combust if you don’t fuck me soon.”

He chuckles, tracing his lips over your collarbones. “Relax, little songbird, there is nowhere we need to be. Let the Host enjoy you. Let him make you feel good.”

Host ducks down, taking your nipple into his mouth once again. The tip of his tongue traces over it before you feel his teeth scrape deliciously across your skin. You let out a long sigh, closing your eyes and melting into his touch.

Suddenly, the gentle tug of his teeth turns into a harsh bite. You moan and arch your back, pressing further into his mouth.

One of his hands slides up your back and to the crown of your head where he grabs a fistful of your hair and tugs hard, forcing you to bare your neck to him. Host trails kisses up the column of your throat, stopping occasionally to nip your skin.

“W-What happened to relaxing?” You whimper when he bucks his hips up against you.

“There is more than one way to relax, songbird, and the Host thinks we have time to try out several of them. If you’re up to the challenge.”

#nsft #kinktober 2022 #west writes #host x reader #host x reader smut #drabbles #kinktober

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abyssal-zone-stares-back · 1 year

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Host x Reader

Reader uses They/Them pronouns. Mind the warnings please. If i missed one tell me, i'm not an asshole i'm just stupid

Warnings - masturbation, biting, Rut, manhandling, breeding?, oviposition, aphrodisiac, tentacles

GIF by greaserink

You wake quickly, confused. A warmth at your back, a sensation. A grumble from Host and you know. He’s in rut. He’s, well he was, trying not to wake you up. To deal with it himself.

You roll over and Host has yet to notice you’re awake. His head’s tipped back, a hand wrapped around his cock as he strokes. The back of his other hand is in his mouth, trying to muffle his words. You reach out, concerned that he’s drawing blood with his teeth.

At your touch he’s flinching away before realizing it's you. A growl rumbles from him, his teeth flashing before you're being grabbed and manhandled under him. He pulls back, panting. “The Host is sorry little listener, The Host can’t control it, The Host needs you.”

You shift under him, trying to get comfortable. “Then have me,” He groans at that, his tentacles finally appearing, wrapping themselves around your thighs. “Are you sure Little Listener? The Host won’t be the gentlest,” You nod, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips.

He growls again as you pull away. Beads of pre cum are dripping down his erect cock, his tentacles tugging you closer to him and spreading your legs. “The Host grins seeing how soaked you are for him.”

His cock head presses into you and your head tips back in a moan. “Lit, little listener, you feel amazing.” You hear him stutter. “The Host pulls back from Listeners warmth, pausing before he thrusts back in. The Host sets a fast pace with his hips.” You moan as he moves above you, doing exactly what he described.

“The Host, the Host doesn’t think he’s going to last long, Little Listener. You feel too good.” He moans and continues speaking. “The Host’s hand finds their clit, starting to rub.” The coil of arousal in you starts to tighten and you whine.

Host moans and keeps narrating. “The Host grabs their hips, flipping the two of them over so that listener is on top.” Your world is flipped as Host settles below you, sitting up while you ride him. One of his tentacles goes up to your lips and you open, letting it in. It takes no time and immediately releases a liquid into your mouth.

You whimper as it travels down your throat. The liquid causing the coil of your arousal to snap, you moan as you come apart above Host. You can barely hear him narrating. “The Host works Little Listener through their orgasm, his own not far behind.”

A few more thrusts and Host falls after you, his teeth sinking into the junction of your shoulder and throat. His tentacles tighten their grip on you, pulling you closer to him. “Are you ready Listener?” He pants.

You squirm in his grasp as you feel an egg start to make its way up Host’s cock. The tentacle in your mouth muffles your moans as it releases more sweet tasting liquid down your throat. You cum again, shuddering slightly as the egg is laid into you.

“So warm, a perfect incubator” Host moans. “How about, you count them for me hmm?” The tentacle in your mouth is removed as another egg is laid into you. “How many?” He asks gently, his rut calming down. “Two.”

“The host smiles as another egg is pressed into them. Little listener, look at how well you take me. Take my eggs. Keep counting,” He reminds you as another joins the ones already inside you. “Four, there’s four now.” You gasp out.

There’s a pause before you whine, hands grabbing at Hosts shoulders as you feel another bulge in his cock. It’s pressing at your entrance before it pops in. Your walls stretch around it as it makes its way down his cock. Pressing all the right places on its journey. You moan as another egg is laid into your womb. “F, five,” you count and Host hums in response. “Good job darling,”

#melon nae nae #juice the froot #Ɛ:<#host x reader #The (radio) Host #the host #tw oviposition #tw tentacles

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cozyenigma · 2 years

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Say It Again

Word Count- 746

Request?- Yes!

Summary: A rare quiet moment on a cheap, unused couch. You wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

Tag List- @cookielover0001010 , @swag-droid , @watchoutforfrostbite

Warnings- None

The air was still, warm, near silent. There was a faint hum of a fan in the corner though its breeze barely reached the two of you.

Dappled in the light of the sunset, you spent all the time you could simply mapping the Host's features with your eyes. The arch of his nose, the gentle curve of his cheeks, the angle of his jaw. He hadn't shaved recently. You were treated to a five o'clock shadow that you wanted to run your thumb across; if the situation were different you might've.

Because for once the Host was sleeping. Not an exhausted, fitful, passed out at his desk kind. Not the kind broken up by nightmares and choked off cries.

This was true, peaceful sleep. You'd convinced him to lay down with you on the couch. It was a beat up pleather thing he'd shoved into his studio. He hardly welcomed guests so it was usually covered in bits and bobs of recording equipment and notes. Today the boxes were sitting off the side. The couch was actually being used and the Host was using you as a pillow.

You were afraid to even breathe wrong and ruin the moment.

His back was to your front, head turned and resting against your chest, lips slightly parted. Your legs framed his body like this. The Host was a warm, comforting weight against you. Still it would be criminal for you to fall asleep too and miss this moment. You could count the number of times he was this open and unguarded on one hand.

Gentle, you brushed his hair back. It lay flat against his head, limp and a little shiny in the dim lighting. He needed this. You so rarely ever saw him still and the rest would do him good. Maybe later you'd wake him up, coax him into the shower and then into an actual bed. You glanced up at the clock. Not for another couple hours at least.

This was perfect.

Even though he was dead to the world, it took you too long to gather your nerves.

Licking your lips, your voice barely above a whisper, you said, "I love you."

The words felt natural. You liked the feel to them as you said it. You might've even said it again, just to hear it out loud, if the Host didn't twitch in your arms. Stretching like a cat, the Host hummed and settled back against you.

"Never said that before," he murmured, sounding like he might drop off again.

Heat crawled up your neck. You tried playing dumb, letting out a laugh that shook with nerves. "Said what?"

"They know what."

His weight against you shifted, settling in again on his side. In this position he could probably hear your heartbeat.

The little smile of his was impossibly soft. None of the usual teasing as he said, "They should say it again. The Host almost missed it the first time."

You swallowed past the lump in your throat as he waited, patiently, for you to repeat yourself.

“I love you,” you said again, barely above a whisper. You might as well have been shouting it in the silence of the studio, inches away from the man. There wasn’t any way he couldn’t have heard you. Even if he didn’t, the Host would know you’d said it.

Still, he just… hummed with that same gentle smile on his face. “One more time?”

At this rate you were bound to combust, right here on this cheap couch. When you went to curl into yourself, to shrink back in embarrassment, the Host simply held you tighter.

“Just one more time. Please.”

You huffed, smiling into his chest as you said it one more time. “I love you.”

A shaky little exhale to your side. Then a soft kiss to your forehead. At first you had worried that he wouldn’t feel the same. But the tender way he held you, the warmth of it all just left you waiting.

“He loves them too.”

Turns out that smile was contagious. You buried your face into his shoulder and held on just as tight as he did. A handful of words had you floating like a cloud. The silence was comfortable and you felt like you could drop off in a heartbeat.

“Again?”

The Host’s laugh was lighter than air, as were the words that came after. Maybe the nap could wait for a little while longer.

#the host x reader #host x reader #the host #writersofmark #youtuber ego #reader insert #markiplier ego x reader #ego fanfic #My writing

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weirdlyhornyforegos · 2 years

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congrats on 800! :D

may i request host + praise kink (giving or receiving) with a gn afab reader ?

MINORS DNI!!!! Event closed!

“The Host says you’re being so good for him that at this point it’s almost spoiling him.” His fingers rub over your folds where the two of you are joined, giving pleasure to you and himself at the same time.

“So wet, so responsive, the Host murmurs as he brings his fingers up to his lips to lick them clean of your juices.” You watch, slightly slack jawed as he does what he just described.

“And so sweet, so very, very sweet. The Host thinks he could stay inside of your pussy, and use his cock and finger to make you cum forever if you let him.”

#the host x reader #host x reader #the host #host #afab reader #drabble #800 drabble

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112-darling · 2 years

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Egos with a reader that simps for them? There reaction?

:000 SIMP

hahahahah alr alr bet.

Host

*laughs in all-knowing author* my guy your fucked 6 ways to sunday. [not literal goodness! mind out of the gutter! people can hear your thoughts here!!]

your gonna be hit with. ”Host tilts his head and laughs saying he questions your sanity and attraction.”

Yancy

*laughs in touch starved* He’s a big puppy. Simp or No Simp, just give him lovins. and kisses. kisses are required <3

“aww youse Simp for me? whats a simp?”

Dark

*laughs in immortal demon enitity <3* he’s seen it all. nothing you can do will bother him. Finds it *pulls out fancy people book* Endeering <3

“just keep yourself in check. Darling.”

#Sardonic sonic #112-night #112 night #112 #x reader #fanfic #112 answers #yes #markiplier #markiplier cinematic universe #markiplier egos #markiplirr egos x reader #Dark x reader #yancy x reader #host x reader

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weirdlyobsessedwithegos · 2 years

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The Host x reader

Anon: “I can’t help that I’m curious.” w/ host

Combined with an idea that I had a while back that fit the prompt well, thank you anon for blowing life back into that! Warning for blood and some gore. (Hosts has no eyes under his face cloth)

Wordcount: 1.2k+

The Host’s narration was almost always constant, and over time you had come to appreciate his voice as you’ve grown to be friends. Eventually it even evolves into teetering on the edge of something more.

He’s a strange man (or whatever he is) for sure, but you enjoy his company.

You know not many do, and that he trusts even fewer, so you don’t want to squander that in any way.

Which is why, one day when you notice there is more blood than normal coming from the cloth tied around his face, you’re cautious to approach him about it. (It surely says something about you that you even notice.)

You find him in the kitchen, waiting for the water kettle to boil, a cup with a teabag in it on the counter in front of him. You see him wipe at his chin with a blue handkerchief, a few drops of blood getting away from it and staining his hand.

“Host?”

“The Host turns around to indicate that he has heard you, and asks what?”

“You okay?” You notice that his cloth is almost soaked through, and that there is already a new streak of blood going down his left cheek.

“The Host explains it has been a rough couple of weeks, but that he is fine.”

“Don’t lie, I know you don’t bleed this much normally.” Host actually startles a little at that, twitching for a brief second.

“The Host did not know you knew that.” He wipes at his face again, narrating still as you watch the motion.

“I care for you, of course I notice.” You let the words linger, but Host doesn’t say anything directly to you, instead narrating that the kettle is done, but that it goes ignored by you both. “Can I help in any way?”

“The Host frowns, before saying that there is, but he does not know if you will be able to do it.”

“Please, Host, just let me help you.”

“The Host sighs, then explains that he needs to change out the cloth that covers his face, as the one he is currently wearing is not doing its intended purpose.” Your answer is quick, with no hesitation.

“I can do that.” The Host’s narration stops for the briefest of seconds, one of the few ways you have learnt he shows surprise.

“The Host does still not quite believe you, but he abandons his tea to take you up on that offer.” He leaves the kitchen and you follow.

He takes you to his bedroom, and then to his en suite bathroom. It’s nothing big, just a shower and toilet on one side, and a sink with a drawers below and a mirror above it on the opposite wall. You wonder why a man that can’t see has a mirror, but you suspect that the bathroom was just built like that originally.

You stay in the doorway while he rummages around in the drawers, pulling out a new cloth, some towels, and wet wipes. He places it on the counter before turning towards you.

“The Host explains that the towels are to wipe away most of the blood, and then it is best to go over with the wet wipes. The Host also expresses gratitude. The Host says this is because sometimes he will accidentally poke at sensitive areas with the wet wipe when he does this himself, and that is not a pleasant sensation.”

You frown, even though you don’t know yet what hides under his face cloth, you can guess, and it sounds right that that would hurt.

Host keeps narrating as he sits himself down on the toilet lid with a towel in his lap.

He reaches up behind his head to untie the knot that keeps the cloth in it’s place, keeping his face tilted slightly forward. He struggles with it for a few seconds, and you wonder briefly about how often he normally changes it.

Finally getting the cloth undone, he lets it fall in his lap, but he keep his head down. You can’t fully see hat was hidden by the cloth like this, but you can when you step closer and til his head up with a hand under his chin.

Where his eyes should be there are just bloody holes.

It’s not only that, there is some fully black darkness making it look like you’re seeing inside a black void, but mostly it is red and irritated flesh, blood seeping out from it.

Perhaps you should be scared or terrified of what you see, but if anything, you only feel sorry for what pain it must cause Host.

You briefly turn around to get a towel, and start wiping over his chin and cheeks, soaking up as much blood as you can. You keep your hand on Host chin, and can feel his mouth move as he keeps narrating, voice so low that you can barely hear it.

It’s the quietest you have heard him, and you wonder why that is.

You also wonder how he lost his eyes (or perhaps he never had any in the first place?), but you do not want to pry, so you stay silent as you switch over to cleaning with the wet wipes.

“The Host knows you want to ask about his eyes.” His voice is clear, more of a normal volume, but he sounds tired. You hum, tilting his head so you can catch a drop of blood that almost makes it to his ear.

“I can’t help that I’m curious.” You glance at the holes in his face. “But I won’t.”

“The Host is grateful for that.” He sits quietly for a few seconds, not even narrating before he addresses you again. “The Host is also surprised that you are doing this, that you haven’t run away in disgust.” You shrug, trying to see if there is any more blood to clean up before you put on a new cloth.

“I guess I’ve never really been the squeamish type.” You pick up the clean cloth from the counter, holding it up in front of him. “May I?”

“The Host says yes, tilting his head forward so you can easily tie it behind his head.” You do just that, slipping it over his face, once more covering the holes in his face, being careful to not tie the cloth too tight or too loose. You tug lightly on it to test how it fits, and Host gently touches your wrist.

“The Hosts says it is fine, and thanks you for helping him.”

“Anytime.” You lean forward and plant a chaste kiss on his forehead. The Host chuckles as he stands up, putting the towel and the old stained cloth on the counter.

“The Host thinks you are a strange one. Not many people are able to see the true look of the Host’s face, and no one has ever kissed it afterwards.”

“Well, like I said, I’m not really squeamish. Besides, that was not a real kiss.”

“The Host hears the teasing tone of your voice. Was it not, he asks.” You grin, taking his chin in your hand once more.

“No, but this is.” You lean forward to capture his lips with yours.

#the host #the host x reader #host x reader #host #the host fanfiction #the host fic #host fanfiction #host fic #reader insert #gender neutral reader #reader #readerinsert

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screeching-bunny · 4 months

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Yandere! Game Show Host Hcs

Warnings: Obsessive Behavior, Yandere Thoughts, Bad Writing, Stalking, Possessive Behavior, Reader is Referred as ‘You’

A/N: I saw this request and was like this is such a cool request but what if we made him an evil game show host. Like one that would put contestants in deadly scenarios.

🌟 Yandere! Game Show Host who kidnaps all of the contestants and forces them to play this twisted game that he created for money. Don’t worry though, he rigged the entire game to be in your favor. It was discreet enough for the viewers not to really care but apparent enough for you to notice the favoritism. Did you care? Hell no!! As long as you were getting paid you and survived this whole ordeal could give a rats ass about what happened next. Even when you do manage to get certain questions wrong, he will just brush it off and pretend that it was just a warm up question. The contestants are definitely seething whenever they see this happening.

🌟 Yandere! Game Show Host is a psychopath by nature. In each round, he presents the contestants with morally ambiguous dilemmas, enticing them with promises of grand rewards while dangling the threat of dire consequences for failure. Whether it's forcing them to choose between betraying a fellow contestant or facing a treacherous obstacle, he revels in their anguish, relishing the psychological torment he inflicts.

🌟 Yandere! Game Show Host is doing everything in his power to make sure that you win the game. He can’t have his poor baby feeling upset if they fail to win the grand prize. He would absolutely give out the most insane questions that practically no one knows the answer to. The punishment for getting a few questions wrong is mutilation of certain body parts and if you get too many questions wrong then you’ll end up being sent to your death. While everyone is basically being tortured in their punishments, he’d never allow that to happen to you. At most he’d probably just flick your forehead and call it a day. I imagine that most of the people watching the show are people who paid for the contestants to be kidnapped and be brought there against their wishes. Everyone who is put onto his show is a horrible person, including yourself, and have done something to be warranted to be there.

🌟 Yandere! Game Show Host bends all the rules of the game for you, providing subtle hints or covert assistance to ensure your safety. Although he has a strong desire to see others in pain and suffering, his love for you is stronger. At first justifies these actions as preserving the "entertainment value" of the show, but deep down, he's driven by an inexplicable desire to protect you.

🌟 Yandere! Game Show Host would baby you during your time there. He’d make a fuss whenever you tried to do anything remotely dangerous or touch some blood. I could totally see him using a baby voice to try to convince you to stop what you're doing. He has no shame, and everyone is looking at him with utter disbelief/confusion on their faces.

Yandere! Game Show Host: “Oh No! Please don’t go over there! You might slip from all the blood on the ground! Come here let me carry you across.”

Viewers: “…”

The contestant with their leg cut off: “…”

🌟 Yandere! Game Show Host thrives on the power he wields over his contestants, reveling in their suffering as they navigate his challenges. As the game progresses, his demeanor grows more twisted, enjoying the contestants' internal conflicts and emotional turmoil. He taunts them with mocking laughter, reveling in their discomfort and manipulating their decisions to heighten the drama. God forbid that you manage to develop a crush on someone while you are there. He’d absolutely lose it and do everything in his power to crush them. You best believe that he’s going to keep them alive for as long as possible and give them the worst punishments known to man.

🌟 Yandere! Game Show Host has cameras everywhere and when it's time for the contestants to rest for the night he’s going to be observing you. He’s a loser who doesn’t really know how to act around you without becoming a mess. In his spare time, he likes to just watch you through the cameras and imagine himself right next to you. He’s absolutely delulu about your feelings towards him and believes that you feel the same way. Even when you do manage to win this fucked up game, he’s not letting you go. There’s no way that he’s letting you leave after you managed to steal his heart. After this is all over, he’s taking you to his house and locking you there.

🌟 Yandere! Game Show Host holds pride in knowing how many people are at the mercy of his hand. Has a minor God complex and has this skewed mindset about how everyone else is beneath him besides you. Believes that you were made just for him and that you're his one true love. Would rather die than give you up or allow anyone to “take you away from him”. He’s like an annoying roach and almost impossible to get rid of. He’s making sure to stay with you for as long as possible.

—

Yandere! Game Show Host strides onto the stage with a wicked gaze, his piercing gaze fixed on the contestants. His voice, a chilling blend of charm and malice, booms through the speakers as he welcomes the participants with a mocking flourish. Thom who were strapped onto a table with heavy objects over their heads.

Yandere! Game Show Host: “Alright contestant number one, what is the mass of the Sun divided by Planck's constant in nanometers.

Contestant One: “HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT!?!?!”

Yandere! Game Show Host: “Unfortunately, that's not the correct answer. You’ll now be facing the consequences.” In a matter of seconds, the heavy object comes flying down with alarming speed. Upon impact, it mercilessly crushes against their skull, unleashing an overwhelming and unimaginable force that distorts bone and flesh. Yandere! Game Show Host then makes his way towards you and begins to speak.

Yandere! Game Show Host: “Alright, it's your turn now. No pressure, I know you’ll do great just take your time. Okay what’s 1 + 1?”

You: “2.”

Yandere! Game Show Host: "Talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever done before, unafraid to reference or not reference, put it in a blender, shit on it, vomit on it, eat it, give birth to it."

Other Contestants: “What the hell!?!? How is this fair!?!!

#yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #male yandere #yandere game show host

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sardonic-the-writer · 2 years

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hey sard!!

so i have a request for the egos!! feel free not to do it since it's,,,,, slightly? nsfw??

but id really like to know what after-care with them would be like!! i feel like they'd all be super sweet :3

g/n, too if you can :))

- ⚡

Not doing Mark for obvious reasons. But I love this ask!

━DARKIPLIER ☆

He's ever the gentleman.

Classic warm wash cloth and holding you untill you drift off too sleep. If you're up for it he'll even take a nice warm bath with you; washing your hair with wonderfully scented oils. Massage time too. I ueadcanon that Dark gives the best massages, Wilford coming in as a close second.

━ANTISEPTICEYE ☆

Most of his after care comes when you've already fallen asleep.

He's not used to giving after care much less receiving it. So the first few times it'll be rocky. In fact it takes him a while to even do after care. The whole reason he started was becuase Dark had berated him for not taking care of you after sex.

But eventually he gets into a routine. Lay there next to you untill you fall asleep, make sure you're not hurt, fill up a glass of water for when you wake up, and then climb back into bed

━WILFORD ☆

He's curtious and loving like Dark, just a lot more loud and expressive about it (if that makes sense). Always shushes you and urges you to take a nap afterwards. Makes sure you drunk a bottle of water and eat something too. Most of the time the food he offers you are sweets and caffinated drinks, things that you have to turn down for more appropriate foods.

━YANCY ☆

PLEASEEEE LET THIS MAN GIVE YOU AFTER CARE PLEASEEEE. He will be so sweet about it making sure you're okay in every way possible.

"Are youse hungry?" "Was I's too rough?" "Dos youse wants me to stay?" "Youse did a wonderful job." "I love youse <3"

━ENGINEER ☆

Kinda just, peppers you with loving kisses untill one of you passes out. It's not much, but it helps to remind you that he loves you even without having to say anything.

━ACTOR ☆

"You-" [*kisses forhead*] "-did splendid my dearest. So proud of you."

The softest you'll probably ever see Actor. Please cherish it and him.

━ILLINOIS ☆

Such a mama's boy. And by that I mean Illinois knows how to treat you right.

Look up "polite" and "caring" in the dictionary and you'll find a picture of a sexy adventurer next to it

━GOOGLEIPLIER ☆

Hes...complicated. Like I've said before Google isn't a very affectionate person. Physical and verbal comfort is far and inbetween.

But at the same time he's not a total ass (even if his asshole-ry isn't on purpose.) Google more of a doctor than a partner in this situation. Shoves water and food at you and tells you to sleep becuase "the top ten results for after care all list to get some rest."

He's trying

━HOST ☆

"Host looks over at (Y/n). He observes as they look back at him with tired eyes. Host does not like how exhausted they look, even though he did enjoy them screaming his name.

Host is now getting up to go run them a bath."

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mothgodofchaos · 1 year

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I love what you did with that one ask where y/n lived all together with the egos and singing the masochism tango!!! Can you please please please continue it but this time they're singing An Unhealthy Obsession or or Stalkers Tango while they're dusting around the mansion(?)house(?)! I want to know the reactions from these egos (Maybe like Googleplier, Wilford, Actor Mark, or Host- either separate or poly, I want you to go nuts with this idea!! :DDD) headcanons

And to the anon who sent that ask, i want you to know that you have a really very wrinkled big brain!!! <3

Y'all are making me break out my Ego Manor ideas. Oh boy. /pos I'll be using Stalker's Tango for this because that song is a banger.

Google:

Recognizes the lyrics of the song you're singing immediately as it's in his database

Questions you on whether you actually have those feelings for someone

When you deny it, he then questions why you'd sing songs with lyrics that aren't applicable to you, to which you say it's for fun

Confused by that concept, he takes his leave to go research "fun"

Wilford:

One of his favorite songs, let the unhinged man like the unhinged songs

Steals you away from your dusting to pull you into an actual tango, singing along with you, the melody switching between the two of you as music spontaneously starts playing

As he spins you out, he disappears and you're left flustered and confused

Actor:

Also knows this song well, not a favorite, but he likes it

Watches you dust and pretend to tango with someone, not alerting you to his presence yet

Comes up behind you when you stop singing, holding your arms gently before you can do anything

Suggests an encore, perhaps with a bit of audience participation

Host:

Reading a braille book in the corner of the library as you dust, and begins quietly narrating your movements as to not alarm you

Soon the song almost starts to carry you, as if it has a mind of its own and a particular effect on your movements

Host sits back in his chair, smiling as he now narrates at a normal volume, gently pushing you to give him a little performance

When the song ends, he apologizes for taking a little control, but his face tells a different story

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sky-high-standards · 24 days

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Yandere Host x reader

Gonna try a new writing style for this one

Yandere host~ Who was on the job charming his clients and giving them a false sense of worth when you walked in

Yandere host~ Who couldn't deny that you were very beautiful, and he couldn't wait to toy with you.

Yandere host~ Who was shocked and offended when you pushed him away and said it was your friend that had a hosting appointment not you.

Yandere host~ Who did indeed charm your friend but glanced at you every time as a desperate attempt to make you jealous or convince you to make an appointment yourself.

Yandere host~ Who was stunned and flabbergasted to find out that you weren't interested in him at all how couldn't you like him he's so pretty.

Yandere host~ Who decided to get close to your friend to get closer to you which did indeed work.

Yandere host~ Who was thrilled to find out that you'd be making host appointments, but that joy turned into jealousy and heartbreak when he found out you made appointments for other hosts and not him.

Yandere host~ Who would ignore his clients and stare at you from across the room with jealous eyes burning holes into the people that would host you.

Yandere host~ Who asks your friend everything about you which makes the whole thing about you not her.

Yandere host~ Who genuinely falls in love with you after hearing more and more about you.

Yandere host~ Who constantly asks you out and gets pouty and sulky every time you reject him only to ask you again the next day.

Yandere host~ Who one by one "gets rid of" all the other hosts so you'll have no choice but to let him host you.

Yandere host ~ Who's the definition of clingy and loves your personal space and is the equivalent to a puppy when you're around.

Yandere host~ Who always slips something into your tea and you always wake up in his embrace or with marks on your neck and chest (or both more often then not).

Yandere host~ Who will do anything and I mean anything or your attention and much more for your affection.

"Why can't you love me? It can't be that hard..."

Remember Jesus loves y'all and he's the truth the way and will forgive and deliver us if we put our faith in him.♥

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Hi! If it's okay, I want to ask for Host/female!Reader stuff. Preferably nswf. Host being dominant and scaring but weirdly hot.

Thank you for giving me an excuse to right about one of my specialest boys

tw: dom Host, brief mention of blood

Host circles you slowly, hands folded against his back. This is the closest the two of you have been before and you take this time to look him over.

The thick blindfold covers much of his face and thin trails of blood stain his cheeks. He’s much taller up close, towering over you. Add the quiet narration he’s whispering under his breath and you can’t help but feel intimidated. Still though, there’s something about the man that intrigues you, something that draws you in.

Host stops behind you, leaning slowly to whisper in your ear. “The Host wonders what you are doing here.”

“I already told you.”

“The Host is aware of the lie you have told yourself to come here. He wants to know your true intentions.”

Your breath catches in your throat. “I, um…I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“The Host can tell when you are lying, there is no point in being dishonest.”

“I’m sure you already know.”

“The Host does know. He wants to hear you say it.”

“I-I can’t.”

Host takes a step closer, pressing his chest to your back. His hands grab your arms in a firm but gentle grip and you can’t help but let out a small whimper. Lips still pressed to your ear, you can feel the wicked smile on his face.

“If you will not tell the Host what he wishes to hear, the Host can always make you.”

You gasp. “You wouldn’t.”

“The Host knows what you want, but he will not give it to you until you do as he has asked. Tell the Host why you are here.”

“I want you.” You whisper.

You’re rewarded with a soft pair of lips pressing kisses to your neck and the hands on your arms moving to hold your waist. “Go on.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you, Host. I can’t get you out of my head.”

“The Host assures the feeling is mutual. The thought of you has kept him up many a night, thinking about this, about what he wanted to do to you when this moment finally came.”

He presses his hips flush against yours and you can feel how hard he already is. You moan and try to turn to face him, but the hands on your waist keep you in place.

“There’s no need to move. The Host has you right where he wants you.”

“W-What are you going to do?”

“The Host is going to give you what you need.” Host goes back to your neck, sucking marks into your soft skin. “You must forgive the Host’s impatience, he has been waiting for this moment.”

“What?”

His voice drops down to an octave and you have to strain to hear what he speaks against your shoulder. “The Host presses kisses to her shoulder, holding her steady. Suddenly her clothes are gone, folded neatly on the chair in the corner of the room. She shivers, looking down in surprise.”

In time with the words, there is suddenly a chill running up your body and you look down to see your clothes are truly gone.

“Host!” You squeak, trying to cover yourself but he grabs your hands and returns them to your sides. You can feel him smiling against your skin.

His hands move over your body, touching every inch of skin he can reach. He cups your breasts in his palms, running his thumbs over your nipples, making you moan.

“So responsive for the Host.”

He continues downwards, one hand rubbing over your stomach while the other slips between your legs. Two of his fingers slide through your folds, stopping to rub over your clit.

“Host!” You moan suddenly, hips bucking up into his touch.

“Stay still now, the Host will take care of you.”

As he continues to rub circles over your clit, Host moves his other hand further down. He pushes a finger inside you, groaning low in his throat at the way you tighten around him. He curls his finger, finding just the right spot to force another moan from you.

“That’s it, songbird. Sing for the Host.”

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