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October can’t come soon enough

IT IS AUGUST

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This has been in my likes since last year. It is time.

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This is the 21st night of September skeleton. He only appears once a year.

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September

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Will you ever bless us.. with a shirtless Dark doodle? oWo

I suppose today is the day :3c

(This is also my apology for no art stream >w>;; please forgive me qwq )

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@trapped-in-static-666

#Darkiplier #markiplier

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The Host woke first, shifting up so his head was no longer tucked under Dr. Iplier’s chin and instead was buried against his shoulder. It was early – early for them, at least – the sun shining through the window and making their bedroom glow. The Host hummed, pressing soft kisses to Dr. Iplier’s skin.

Dr. Iplier woke not too long after, sighing softly and tilting his head as the Host sucked a mark into his skin, arms still wrapped tight around each other. He laughed lightly, softly, as he turned his head to capture the Host’s lips. He hadn’t even bothered to open his eyes – his eyelids still felt too heavy with sleep to open. The broke apart with a slight sound, the Host’s legs shifting under the covers and tangling with Dr. Iplier’s. Dr. Iplier huffed another laugh, turning to bury his face against the Host’s throat. His voice was still rough with sleep. “Needy, my dear?”

The Host just hummed, though he gasped softly when Dr. Iplier began idly sucking a matching mark into his throat. He squirmed a little, whimpering slightly, and mumbled a few quick words, making their pajamas vanish, till it was just warm skin against warm skin. The Host whimpered again, nestling against Dr. Iplier. “Please…”

Dr. Iplier didn’t delay any longer, pushing his cock into the Host’s hole, groaning softly in appreciation when he felt that the Host had slicked and prepared himself with his words. The Host moaned, clinging to Dr. Iplier as he gently rocked into him. He gently mouthed against Dr. Iplier’s throat, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses. He rocked his hips to meet Dr. Iplier’s thrusts, soft gasps and moans filling the air. There was no desperation involved, no hard fucking; it was tender and soft and gentle and warm and loving, and neither really wanted it to end.

But, the Host could feel his climax approaching, washing over him like a gentle wave. He clenched around Dr. Iplier, rolling his hips down, breath catching in his throat as he painted both their stomachs and chests white. Dr. Iplier let out a choked moan, holding the Host as close as possible as he came deep inside him.

Both lay there, panting, for a moment, basking in the warm afterglow and the warmth of each other and the sun. After a bit, Dr. Iplier pulled out, the Host mumbled under his breath to clean up the mess, and they both fell asleep again, tangled in each other’s arms.

#FAV

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Bratty Bim you say? Will you please write something for that Doc? X

King scowled as he opened the door to his bedroom to find Bim sitting on the bed still fully clothed. Bim grinned, and King slammed the door. “I told you to strip before I got back.”

Bim’s grin didn’t fade. “Yes, you did. And I ignored you.”

King stalked over, shoving Bim’s legs apart and slotting himself between them, pressing close. He fisted one hand tight in Bim’s hair, yanking his head back, and Bim had the nerve to laugh. “Why would you do that?”

Bim grinned down at him, licking his lips. “Because I wanted to see what you’d do about it.”

King growled, low in his throat, and sank his teeth abruptly into the exposed front of Bim’s throat. Bim let out a started moan, hips jerking against King, but King stopped him with a tight grip. Bim whined when King let go of his hair, still sucking and biting at his throat, and King ripped Bim’s suit off his body. Bim made a loud, protesting noise as King pulled the tatters of his jacket and shirt off his body. “Hey! King!”

“Shut up.” King pulled away, staring dead into Bim’s eyes. Bim pouted at him, and King pushed him down to lie on the bed, pulling off his pants with a sharp tug. He stepped away, stripping of his own clothes. “Hands and knees on the bed, Bim.”

His eyes narrowed when Bim smirked, folding his hands behind his head, spreading his legs wider. “No.”

King raised an eyebrow. “No?”

Bim’s smirk widened. “You heard me.”

King’s scowl returned, seething, and he stormed over to his closet, pulling out their little chest of toys, and picked a bright purple cock ring. Bim’s eyes widened, and he whined as King slid it over his cock, squirming a little. King slapped his thigh relatively lightly, and Bim yelped. “You don’t get to whine. Now get on the bed.”

Bim obeyed this time, getting on his hands and knees and shivering with anticipation. King grabbed lube from the nightstand drawer, and climbed onto the bed, immediately pushing two slicked fingers into Bim’s hole. Bim made a soft sound, trying to fuck himself on King’s fingers, but King smacked his ass in reprimand. “You’re not cumming tonight, Bim,” he growled out, stretching him open roughly. “I’m going to use until I’m satisfied, and then I’m going to force you soft and lock you in a cage. Maybe I’ll let you out in a couple days, maybe longer. Whenever I feel like.”

Bim whined again, the sound turning into a moan as King curled his fingers hard into his prostate. “But – Kiiing! Please, lemme cum!”

King snorted, and wrapped his other hand around Bim’s cock, already dripping with need, stroking him roughly. “Maybe next time, you won’t be a brat, hm?”

#YAS !