summary; reader is the new hire at the prison where simon is kept, and is tasked with bringing him his meals.
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a/n; wow what a movie. thank god i'm a fanfic writer with free will.
cw; poor writing lmao, solitary confinement, shitty workplaces, i dont know much of the lore so if it's inaccurate please forgive me 😅
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the clinking of chains and the quiet thud of footsteps echoed through the dimly lit hallway. you passed rows and rows of cells, most of the inmates still sleeping or at least pretending to.
you kept your head up, shoulders back, trying to appear confident. you doubt it was working. you were new, all the inmates knew that. maybe a little young in comparison to your co-workers, but it was either contribute to society or be cut off from the resources. the only available jobs were in the prison, so you took what you could.
you were fresh meat. bottom of the food chain, as your supervisor described it. stuck with the lowest pay and the worst job, here you were at 5:30 am sharp to deliver breakfast to the convict in solitary.
"if anything goes wrong, we're not losing anyone valuable." your supervisor told you as he walked you through your duties. if you weren't desperate for food and shelter, you would've tucked your tail and ran.
you swallowed hard as you scanned your badge on the card reader, balancing the tray on one hand. the panel beeped, the light changing from red to green before the door began to slide open. it creaked and groaned, the metal grinding making your teeth hurt. it slid into place with a jarring clunk! and you made your way through and into the dark hallway.
there was a cell on the very other end of the long hall. it was entirely metal, the door was a giant vault with a medium sized window and small food port you could open to slide items through with minimal contact below it.
you knew who was in there. had heard the stories of what he had done. an involuntary shiver ran down your spine at the thought of him being only a few inches of steel away.
your footsteps slowed to a stop in front of the door. you set the tray on the ledge, slid the food port open and carefully pushed the tray of food through. it was pitch black inside the cell when you peered in. for a moment, you weren't even sure he was in there. maybe this was some kind of hazing ritual new hires had to go through to earn their place or something equally ridiculous.
"christ, this is stupid." you muttered to yourself, shaking your head a little. "you're not even there, are you? they're just... pranking the new hire."
you stood on your toes, peering in through the window and trying to squint through the dark. you couldn't make out a single shape or outline of anything. no bed, no desk, no toilet, nothing like the other cells.
you took a step back, tapping the toe of your shoes together a few times while you waited. you nearly jumped out of your skin as the tray was slowly pulled into the cell, blood roaring in your ears. you only caught a glimpse of his hand from the dim hallway light. you quickly reached forward and slammed the food port back into place, locking it with shaky hands before turning and running back where you came.
the rest of the day went surprisingly fast. you were walked through the rest of your duties, mostly custodial. cleaning bathrooms, floors, the few offices that were scattered around, even dish duty after meals. you couldn’t seem to come down from the scare as you followed your trainer around, trying to keep your hands from shaking as you listened to him explain where supplies were and your expectations.
it didn’t take you long to get used to it, the mundane routine. clocking in, cleaning, delivering food, clocking out. you never saw much of the convict, only the occasional glimpse of his hand as he took his tray and returned the old one. by the end of your first month, you were relying on autopilot to get through the routines.
you jumped as your supervisor banged on the kitchen door.
“lunch for the convict is ready.” he shouted through the steel before his footsteps faded away quickly.
you huffed, washing and drying your hands before navigating through the kitchen to grab the tray off of the warming table. you pushed open the swinging door with your shoulder, took the elevator down to the basement and made the trek down the eerie hallway for the second time that day.
you scanned your badge, entered the next hall, and soon you found yourself standing in front of the convict’s solitary cell again. you paused, listening for any sign of life.
stepping forward, you set the tray down on the ledge and unlatched the food port door, slowly dragging it open. you pushed the tray through, taking a step back and waiting. several long moments passed, your heart racing, palms sweating.
“...hello?” you called quietly, your voice echoing in the small space. “sir?”
chains clinking made you flinch, and soon the tray was being pulled inside. after a few beats of silence, the tray from breakfast was put in its place. you waited until it sounded like he had retreated far enough to take the empty tray, sliding the food port back into place.
“um… thank you.” you said quietly, before turning on your heel and scurrying out.
lunch was the same. dropping off one tray, picking up another. dinner was different.
you don’t know why you felt like it. maybe the silence was becoming too loud in your ears. you set the tray down, opened the food port, and took a step back.
“um… hi.” you said quietly, hesitantly. your voice shook a little.
he didn’t respond.
you gave him your name.
“i’m… sorry you’re stuck in there.” you continued, “it must be hard.”
you paused for a moment, embarrassment creeping up your spine. it must be hard? really?
you looked around for a moment, before focusing back on the cell in front of you. “um… do you like chocolate? i saw some in the kitchen and it’s not being used for anything. maybe i can sneak you some?”
the echo of your voice faded away, and soon the buzzing silence filled the air again. it made your ears hurt.
the chains began to clink again, and you listened as he stood up, making his way to the door. he took the tray, replaced it with the one from lunch, before retreating back to his corner. you couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed.
taking the tray, you closed up the food port and made your way back to the kitchen for the end of your shift.
the next morning, you clocked in and made your way to the kitchen for the convict’s breakfast. you took the tray, navigating through the maze of counters and snatched the first chocolate bar you found, shoving it in your pocket inconspicuously.
making the long trek to his cell, you opened the food port, pushing his tray inside.
“good morning.” you murmured, pulling the chocolate out of your pocket. “i brought you something.”
you set the bar beside his tray, taking a step back. he reached out and pulled the tray into his cell, replacing it with yesterday’s. you held your breath, waiting to see if he would bite. your felt your heart flutter in excitement as he eventually reached back, taking the offered treat.
you couldn’t help but grin, grabbing the dinner tray. “i hope you enjoy it.” you said sincerely, closing up the food port and retreating back to the kitchen
the treats kept coming, once a day. chocolate, warm bread, sometimes a peppermint or fresh fruit. anything to add to the slop and gruel they were feeding him. you usually saved them for dinner, hoping a treat to end the day would make night more bearable.
he never said a word, just took the food, returned the previous tray, and retreated back to eat. you never pressured him to talk, but you always talked to him. it felt strange at first, like talking to the air, like no one was listening, but eventually that became the appeal.
you told him about your day, about your co-workers, all the gossip and rumors about them. you updated him on the news, what was going on at other space stations. you hoped maybe the short-winded human interactions was helping him stay sane. if it was making it worse, you assumed he would say something. lash out, yell, yank on the door, something. maybe he just had more patience than you thought.
“lunch time.” you announced as you set down the tray, pulling a few small candy wrappers out of your pocket and plopping it onto the tray. “i found some sour candy, but i don’t really like sour all that much.”
you stepped back, and he took the tray. you didn’t hear chains clinking all that much these days, and part of you hoped it meant he wasn’t hiding in the back. he sounded closer.
“i think it’s grape flavored because the wrapper is green, but you’ll have to try it to find out.” you hummed, collecting the tray from breakfast and closing up the food port. “might be green apple, though.”
you turned and began to make your way down the hall. “i’ll see you at dinner. enjoy.”
you managed to get a decent amount of work done. there were scabs on your knees from kneeling to scrub the greasy kitchen floor, but you paid it no mind as you washed your hands to deliver the next meal. tray in hand, you made your way through the familiar halls and scanned your way into solitary.
you opened up the foot slot and slid the tray through. “dinners here,” you hummed. “i heated it up a little. it might not taste the best, but i thought maybe warmth would be good.”
the tray scraped against the ledge as he pulled it inside. you took the lunch tray as he set it down.
“maybe tomorrow i can bring you some bread. they made a fresh batch this morning, but i couldn't sneak some in time, the cook was there all day and i didn't want to get caught.” you shrugged. “i did hear that maybe we’re getting some strawberries soon. i’ll grab you the biggest one i can get my hands on.”
you closed up the food slot, taking a few steps back. “i’ll see you tomorrow, bright and early.”
with that, you turned and began the trek back down the hall. you only made it a few steps before the sound of the prisoner talking stopped you in your tracks.
“...watermelon.”
at first you thought you imagined it. you turned, looking back at the steel vault door. you took a few steps closer.
“what?” you breathed out, heart racing.
“the candy... it was watermelon.”
his voice was rough. scratchy from probably months of disuse. you blinked a few times, fingertips numb with shock.
“oh.” you whispered, “watermelon.”
silence settled over the air again and you felt a jolt of panic that he wasn’t responding. you had a taste of him and now you wanted to be greedy.
“um- do you- you, uh, do you like… sour candy?” you asked stupidly, taking another few steps closer. “i can try and get you more.”
a few beats passed.
“...yes.”
you let out a breathy laugh, nodding as you grinned. “great. yeah, i can- i can try and find more. i’ll bring you some, i promise.”
you waited for another response, deflating a little as none came. you tried not to be disappointed considering the fact that he had finally spoken to you after months.
“okay, yeah… yeah, um… i’ll see you tomorrow at breakfast.” you told him, gripping the lunch tray a little harder as you turned to make your way back to the kitchen.
a/n; thank you for reading! let me know if anyone is interested in a part two. reblogs and comments are welcomed and encouraged!
Summary: In where you and Simon take care of each other's injuries and you two can no longer control yourselves.
Word Count: 1.4k
Warning(s): SPOILERS FOR IRON LUNG! Talks of treating injuries, descriptions of injuries, MEGA ANGST, MINORS DNI – SMUT 18+ unprotected sex, p in v, brief fingering, thigh riding, smut with little plot, so buckle up kids, Simon being a CONSENT KING, skin and body appreciation, and Simon finding comfort with the reader. If you are uncomfortable with anything, don't engage!
A/N: After seeing Iron Lung twice and exploring the fandom, you're welcome... Feedback is appreciated and enjoy!
The submarine's low echo of the repeating “hull breach” warning fades in your ears as you turn away from the edge of the floor where Simon pushed you away. Balancing on your elbows, your e/c eyes stir back into focus to see him slowly swaying back and forth before dropping to his knees. Rushing to his side, your boots clank against the metallic flooring and fall still at the man’s state.
Carefully removing his cloth-bound headband, you do your best to wipe and remove the newly damp blood streak across his face. Whispering little nothings and words of reassurance towards him, you quickly leave Simon to reach for the first aid kit. Taking care of your wounded colleague, Simon begins to silently remove his holey textile thin sweater, causing you to push your feelings downward once again.
His tan strong and muscular form nearly takes your breath away. Out of all of the stories you’ve heard about Simon, the man who tried to save Filament Station, is here before you in this forced vulnerable state. Studying the newly made leather harness around his broad shoulders, you can’t help but be hypnotized by his physique.
‘You can’t fall for him, he’s a prisoner, and you’re a civilian.’ You replay in the back of your mind.
Turning away to give Simon some sort of privacy, you step toward the navigation system, hoping to double check the coordinates again. Suddenly, Simon’s soft voice fills your ears.
“Y/N, your back…” Simon announces.
Trying to look over your shoulder, you can barely see that your own sweater is now stained in a dark crimson.
“I didn’t even feel it.” You admit, giving Simon your attention.
Handing you the half-drunk container of ethanol, Simon shifts on the floor in front of you. Taking the glass jar from him, his touch lingers on your fingertips even after you chug your sour share. Motioning to the empty space at his side, you painfully sit down in front of him.
“I’m just gonna look, okay?” He advises.
Nodding in agreement, you try to sit up straight as best you can just as Simon pulls your own sweater above your head. Lifting your ponytail away from your back, his warm dark brown eyes scan the multiple shaped freckles and moles that litter your back like constellations. Like the stars that haunt his dreams.
“Find anything?” You ask.
Breaking his gaze, Simon quickly composes himself and discovers a small, four inch cut on your left shoulder.
“Yeah, it’s just a small scratch. It shouldn’t need stitches.” He answers.
Taking care of you first, Simon tapes a piece of clean gauze below your shoulder blade. Opening his chapped lips to speak, to ask you for help, your body marks place him in a different kind of trance. Tracing designs and patterns against your warm skin, your breath hitches in the back of your throat.
“Simon…” You begin, feeling your ears grow hot.
“You carry the stars that haunt my dreams. They’re something I never thought I’d see.” Simon admires.
Slowly facing him, Simon pulls you into his lap with his calm grip never leaving your hips. Tiny gasps leave your lips whilst the man who you’ve trusted with your life engages in this newfound intimacy. Inching forward, Simon’s lips beg for you, to feel you on him, they plead for the two of you to surrender together. Pressing your lips to his own, Simon crashes his mouth with yours, moving your lips in an uncoordinated sync.
Tightening his grip on your hips, a quiet groan escapes Simon’s chest as you unexpectedly pull away.
"Wait, wait. What about the oxygen?" You question.
The two of you glance towards the singular green light representing the last of the oxygen. Turning back to Simon, the edges of your fingertips gently caress the outline of his jaw.
“I don’t care. I just want you. Only you. I’ve wanted you from the beginning of this mission.” He whispers.
“I do too. I want you for who you are, Simon. Just as you are.” You kindly declare.
Latching his lips back onto yours once more, your fingertips grip onto his jaw, allowing his scruff to tickle your palms. Surrendering to your bottled up feelings, a minuscule whine escapes from your chest as your hips begin to buckle against his well-built thigh. Gently riding his clothed leg, Simon brings his fingers underneath the delicate fabric of your bralette.
Leaving a trail of kisses down your neck, he playfully nibbles at your collarbone. Earning his well-earned moans from you, he keeps your waist still and pops your perked nipples through the clothing’s fabric. Gasping in surprise, you tangle your fingers in Simon’s dark hair, unable to comprehend his skill.
“Off, take it off.” You manage to say.
Practically ripping your bralette from your body, Simon’s lips latch onto your sensitive nipples again as you unbutton the seal on his pants. Letting his hands wander your body, Simon’s right hand sinks down your torso and past the barrier of your own trousers. Toying with your sensitive clit, you lean your forehead on Simon, wanting some kind of respite.
“Is this okay?” He asks.
“...Yes.” You croak.
Circling your throbbing clit, your breath hitches just as Simon inserts two of his fingers past your entrance. Whining at the almost foreign-like sensation, every single flick and beat sends you more over the edge. Gliding his fingers up and down, your slick walls clench around his fingertips, making the fluttering in your abdomen fully release. Cumming on his fingers, you fall onto Simon’s shoulder, already feeling exhausted. Releasing himself, Simon carefully lays you down on the Iron Lung’s flooring.
Partially removing the beginning of his trousers, his pink erect cock teases your throbbing folds, causing you to uncomfortably arch.
“Are you alright?” Simon asks, his eyebrows scrunching with concern.
“I’m okay. I just… haven’t slept with anyone in a while. Sex isn’t really my forte.” You reply, fighting your own embarrassment.
“We don’t have to, Y/N. This is your decision.” He lovingly states.
Regaining your composure with a simple nod, you slowly rub his arms with your own. Capturing your chin in his thumb and forefinger, his deep eyes give all the attention you deserve.
“I wouldn’t want to disappoint you.” You confess through the sub’s creaks and groans.
Encasing your face in the palm of his hand, Simon cradles your cheek.
“Sweetheart, you could never disappoint me. ” He replies.
Leaning above you, Simon painfully inches his lips towards your own. Letting you accept the kiss, the man before you perfectly nestles in between your hips, allowing you to get used to him pressing against your opening. Your breath hitches in the back of your throat while Simon sinks past your slick entrance with ease.
“Are you still okay?” He ponders, breaking the kiss.
Quickly giving him a nod, Simon urges himself forward, thrusting his manhood deeper than before. Wanting to be lost in you, he buries his head in the soft skin of your neck.
“Oh fuck… me.” Simon croaks.
Relishing in how good you both feel, your whimpers and moans echo throughout the tiny ship’s chamber, becoming music to Simon’s ears. Meeting him at each thrust, your gummy walls welcome every arch until a tingling sensation begins to bubble in your stomach. Gripping Simon’s shoulders, you urge him to move just a touch faster.
Picking up the pace, Simon rides the rest of your orgasm like a man who’s been starving. Clenching your walls around his cock, you cum effortlessly inhaling the scent of your shared arousal. Sucking on your collarbones, Simon fills you up afterwards, spilling his warm seed through the edge of your walls and onto your clit.
Arching your back from the cool ground, you nearly cry out in pain at the loss of him leaving you. Drenched in a thin layer of sweat, the two of you heavily breathe together as if it were your last. Cradling your face in his hands, Simon presses gentle pepper kisses along your face.
“Who said you were bad at sex? You were fucking amazing, Y/N. I’m glad you’re mine, even if it was for a little while.” Simon says, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
“Some asshole back on Eden. He’s been dead to me for years.” You answer with a smirk.
“Well, if I ever meet him, I’ll kill him myself.” Simon replies with a smile.
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Simon tends to be avoidant at times, not that he does it on purpose, but when he gets overwhelmed he forgets that he actually has someone to trust now, you.
He always apologizes after his avoidant episodes. “I don't know why i keep doing this, i promise i try to be better for you”
Despite the fact that he always encourages you to talk about your feelings and to always be honest with him, he has a lot of trouble opening up.
Even though he's not into pda Simon is surprisingly very touchy, it helps him feel grounded, real, human.
He loves to be the big spoon but he secretly likes when its his turn to be the little one.
In public he will only give you small tender kisses but in private he goes all in.
Soft dom but VERY easy to switch, one touch and he's already melting.
Simon's aftercare is heavenly.
Gets very talkative after sex, it's the moment where he opens up emotionally the most.
He overthinks a lot, fears of your relationship ending and losing the only real thing he has left.
ISWM!Captain Y/N warping inside the iron lung and meeting Simon. Them having a sad reminiscence of engie, Simon seeing himself in them a little bit (trying to make up for something they did. Also, in more ways then one ahahah ayyye), both of them trying to find ways to get “home”.
Captain punching Simon to assure him they’re real cause.
Not A Hallucination
I just watched the entirety of In Space With Markiplier to refresh my mind about everything that happens but I love this idea and am absolutely going to indulge in it!!! hope you enjoy this!!!
Simon (The Convict) x F!Reader (The Captain)
Iron Lung & In Space With Markiplier Oneshot
Word Count: 1,409
May Contain: mild body horror descriptions, anger issues, trust issues, light physical violence, mentions of blood (duh)
Your head was spinning from the continuous falling through wormholes while you tried to find a way to fix everything and stop the damage that the warp core had started. You came to an abrupt stop when you slammed into a solid metal floor, a grunt followed by a groan of pain, while the flash of shock hit you from the impact with the floor. The air was hot and humid, and reeked of iron, rust, and something you couldn't quite name. The palms of your hands found purchase against the floor before you hoisted yourself up into a kneeling position, sitting back on your feet while the spinning subsided. You looked above you just as the wormhole shut, leaving you stranded in this unfamiliar strand of the journey you were making to right the wrongs. When your gaze came down, it stopped on the man standing at the other end of the small enclosed area.
"Who the fuck are you?" His brows pinched together as he glared at you. You narrowed your eyes while you got a better look at him before it dawned on you who he looked like.
"Mark?" You questioned, tilting your head to the side before registering his question and correcting yourself, proceeding to tell him your name before looking him over again. Once you answered his question, you noticed that his suspicion didn't hinder which was fair. "Is it really you? God, I've been looking everywhere for you since we got split up in the wormhole, Mark." you stopped when you noticed the growing confusion on the man's face.
"My name's Simon, not Mark." he told you, keeping his distance from you while narrowing his dark eyes at you. Your face scrunched up in confusion of your own before you realized this was just another variant. You threw your head back and groaned in frustration, hands coming to your helmet before yanking it off and throwing it on the floor with force. A string of curses and profanities fell from your lips as you paced back and forth, looking at the crystal that had embedded itself into your hand. Simon stood off to the side, eyes wide while he watched you lose your shit about wormholes and variants and some guy named Mark? He dumbed it down to him having another hallucination and clenched his fists, heart starting to pound in his chest when he remembered what happened the last time he had a hallucination.
You finally stopped and looked over at the man, glancing over him and taking note of all of the similarities he had between Mark and the other variants you’d come across. Same face, same voice, same body build, but different name, different setting, different story. He had no clue who you were. You clenched your jaw and turned to face him before you actually looked at your surroundings and grimaced at the sight of pipes and valves, a console that stood behind Simon’s legs, a strange looking console computer off to your left and a black screen to your right. Behind you was a panel of gauges and a rectangular button that was just a bit bigger than your hand.
“This is the weirdest fucking hallucination I’ve had yet.” Your attention snapped towards Simon when he said that, giving him a raised brow look.
“I hate to break it to you but I’m not a hallucination. I’m 100% real.” you told him, noticing that it may take a little more than your words to convince him that you were real.
“Yeah right, I just happened to have some random fucking lady drop into this death trap of a submersible who’s talking about wormholes and variants of some guy named Mark. Sounds totally real.” Simon recapped, starting to become a bit hostile because of his past experience with hallucinations in the blood ocean of AT-5.
When you heard it explained to you, you realized just how nuts it sounded and nodded a little. Simon was right. There was no way any sane person would believe that story of the hell that you were going through. Simon turned towards the box speaker hanging from the ceiling. “Whatever sick game this is that you’re trying to play, it’s not going to work! So fuck you!” he turned to you with fear fueled anger as he approached. “And fuck you.” he was determined to show himself that you were just another hallucination. Your fight or flight instincts kicked in and with nowhere to go, your hand clenched into a fist and your knuckles connected with his jaw with a loud crack. You pressed your back against the wall, staring at him with wide eyes, watching as he stumbled back and held his jaw, rubbing the spot where you had punched him. It dawned on him that you were absolutely real because a hallucination would not have been able to physically do anything to him.
There was silence for a while between you and Simon. You took a seat on the floor in front of the back wall you’d stayed against since punching him and Simon had occupied the chair in front of the console on the other side of the confined space. Your arms dangled off your knees while you stared off at the metal grated floor beneath you. “I’m sorry.” you finally muttered out, glancing up and watching when Simon’s gaze shifted to you for a split second. “For punching you.” You gestured to him and dropped your gaze again. Simon’s hand came up and rubbed at the ache in his jaw again when you clarified yourself. He looked towards the floor before looking at the console beside him, remembering his mission but choosing to ignore it now that he had some company.
“It’s okay.” He nodded a little and spun in the chair until he was facing you. He looked you over, spotting the fear in your eyes and noticing how lost you looked sitting there on the floor in the Iron Lung. He also watched as you looked around at the interior of the submersible.
“So what is this?” you asked. Simon’s shoulders tensed but he opted to tell you, refusing to be like the woman who’d sent him down here who didn’t tell him shit about anything. You listened intently and Simon watched as your brow pinched together and a frown graced your lips. “That’s fucked up.” You muttered, dropping your gaze and turning your hand over to stare at the dim crystal in your hand. In turn, Simon asked about how you ended up where you were and what you were talking about earlier about the wormhole and such. It was a rollercoaster of a story to listen to but he realized afterwards that considering his situation, yours wasn’t too much more outlandish from it. The tension in the air had subsided now that you knew each other’s stories and Simon was beginning to see that you were just as scared and lost and unsure of everything in your situation that he was of his.
“What’s up with the crystal?” Simon asked, gesturing to your hand when he noticed you were staring at it intently. You stared at it for a little while longer before sighing and letting your hands dangle off your knees again.
“It’s what powered the warp core to my ship and the cause of everything that’s happened to me. But I used to have a device that allowed me to use it whenever, except this crazy alien bitch stole the device so now the crystal does whatever it wants, whenever it wants.” you explained to Simon. Simon nodded a little despite not understanding a single damn word you were saying. As if it heard it being talked about, the crystal began to glow a dim blue that slowly brightened. You glanced at Simon and an idea popped into your head when you remembered a path where you still had an object in your hand when you were dropped into another reality. Scrambling to your feet, you rushed over to Simon and grabbed his bicep, pulling him out of the chair with a look of determination on your face because you knew this would work.
If you couldn’t save your reality, the least you could do is save someone whose reality shouldn’t be spent in an iron coffin at the bottom of a blood ocean as punishment for something he may have not done.
🎮Pairing(s)🎮→ Himbo Mark x Male reader
⚠CW⚠→ Gay, gay-sex, sub! Top Mark, dom! Bottom male reader, Mark is a himbo, shameless smut, collar and leash, feminization (the reader just wears lingerie. That’s it, no other description of the reader’s body.), dumbification, some body worship, Mark whimpers and whines, Mark becomes ass drunk, praise kink, blowjob (Mark receiving), you call Mark “puppy”, and breeding kink.
🎮Rating🎮→ Explicit
🎮Requested🎮→ Yes
🎮Word Count🎮→ 2.1k
🎮Summary🎮→ You wanted to try something new with Mark. Of course, he doesn’t take the hint and thinks you want to buy something special for the dog! You decided to become assertive.
Read before continuing: IF YOU ARE YOUNGER THAN 18 OR ANY OF THE WARNINGS MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE, DO NOT CONTINUE READING!
You love Mark, but he’s a little oblivious to your obvious advances; he's a complete himbo.
Whenever you two toured the pet section of the store, you would pick out various collars and leashes to show Mark. You would then put the equipment around your neck to showcase them and tell Mark that they looked great wrapped around your neck. However, he would only respond, “This will look great on Chica! Thanks for showing me.”
You even placed the collar on Mark and he thought you were playing! That’s when it hit you.
After seeing the larger man with the collar and leash attached to him, you felt your cock jumping at the sight. You could imagine Mark lying down on the bed, naked, his big and defining muscles glistening with sweat– the collar and leash around his neck as you pulled on it to keep the man fucking you.
His broad muscular chest heaving as he moans and whimpers from the feeling of your ass tightening and milking his cock. His eyes rolling back, mind turned into mush as you rode his cock until he became dumber from the feeling. You imagined yourself pulling on the leash to bring the large man into a heated kiss.
Snapping back into reality, you hide the boner in your pants, but not before buying the collar and leash. You were going to try this someday.
xxx
The perfect time came when Mark was sitting at his desk, streaming or recording for an upcoming video. Being the man he is, he started flexing for the camera, showing off his biceps. God, they were huge. You just wanted him to put you in a chokehold. The sheer size of his thick muscles was astounding. He continued flexing for a few more minutes until you quietly entered the room.
You slowly walked into frame, wearing a sexy piece of lingerie. Mark, being none the wiser, didn’t see you approach from behind him until you began dancing your fingers around his broad shoulders. Mark jumped at the touch but relaxed as he noticed it was you. “Hey, darling,” he said with a low, honeyed tone. You could feel the large man's body relax as he returned to recording.
“Hey, baby,” You said, leaning down to Mark’s ear and whispering those words. Your hands roaming the large man’s expansive upper body. Your hands grazing and touching the thick muscles, groping the man’s biceps and shoulders before moving down. Mark’s breath became heavy as he groaned softly, tilting his head back. From your view, a tent was forming in Mark’s pants as he slowly thrust into the air.
You bite your lips at the sight, it was just like your daydream from yesterday. Mark’s breath hitched before a throaty groan escaped his mouth as your hand groped his pectorals. “Your hands feel good, baby. I-I’m still recording.” Mark says softly as he turns off the recording before returning his attention to you.
His considerably large cock looked like it was gonna rip through the seams of his sweats. You could see it throbbing. “Yeah?” you said with a low groan and moan in Mark’s ear. Slowly and quietly, you pulled out the collar and leash. With fast movements, you managed to lock the collar around Mark’s neck.
“B-baby, why the collar?” Mark said confused, but you could see his cock throbbing more in his sweats. “Since it’s obvious you’re my dummy. I’ve been hinting for you to put me in a collar, but you look better in it than me.” you purred as you spun Mark to face you before yanking on the leash, pulling Mark into a heated kiss.
It was a hungry kiss; your lips crashing against Marks and your tongues moving in sync. Moans and gasps were muffled as the larger man melted. You pulled back from the heated experience, a faint pop sounded with a string of saliva connecting your mouths. Mark already looked fucked out, saliva dripping from his mouth as you could see sweat forming. You could see a patch on Mark’s sweats– he was leaking precum already.
How did you get so lucky? Mark was dominant, but you were given a submissive man as well— a two for one deal.
“I-I didn’t know you meant it like that, baby,” Mark said with a breathy moan as he watched you get down on your knees. You lessened your hold on the leash, letting the large man throw his head as your hand groped and massaged his aching bulge. “T-thought it was for… C-chica!” Mark gasped as he thrust his hips to meet your touch.
Damn– everything about Mark was huge, bulky, and beefy with muscles. Your hands pranced around Mark’s tree-trunk thighs that could split a watermelon open, dangerously close to his bulge. Mark whines as he wants you to touch his bulge. “B-baby… please. I’ll make it up! I will…”
“You’re already making it up, puppy.” you purred, pulled Mark’s pants down and met with the sight of his enormous cock struggling to be held down by his briefs. Mark moans softly as his cock gushes more precum into his briefs from being called “puppy.” Sticking your tongue out, you began gliding it across the large man’s bulge. Your saliva seeped through the fabric and coated Mark’s cock.
“P-please, baby! Take my cock out! I-I’ll be good.” Mark groans as his cock throbs and begs to be swallowed by your warm, wet mouth. You smirked at the large man’s words. God, he was submissive, maybe you should be like this all the time. Your cock bobbed and leaked precum at Mark’s words.
“Yeah? You’ll be a good puppy for me? Since you’ve been a good boy, I’ll give you what you want.” You said, yanking down Mark’s briefs and wrapping your hand around the base of his monster size of a cock. You lean down to drag your tongue across the sensitive skin, tracing along the prominent vein leading to the angry, leaking cockhead.
“F-fuck… m-mother of god…” Mark moans as he feels your warm mouth wrapped around his sensitive cockhead. Your tongue swirls around the glans, drinking all the precum oozing from the tiny slit. You were only sucking on the head, but it felt heavy on your tongue, you couldn’t take the entire thing. Mark feels like the air being punched out of his lungs as he grabs onto your hair, trying to push you deeper onto his cock.
Big mistake. Mark then felt the collar being yanked by the lash. He looked down to see you wagging your finger with disapproval. “You can’t do that puppy,” you say, pulling away from Mark’s cock but stroking the heavy piece of meat. Mark began rambling about being sorry and to please continue. He needs to feel the warmth and wetness of your mouth wrapped around his cock again.
God, he was so hot being submissive.
“Mmm… I’ll forgive this time. Don’t expect this treatment next time,” you say before returning to servicing Mark’s cock. The large man laughed happily before moaning as he threw his head back until the collar was yanked again. “Keep looking at me,” you said, muffled with your mouth around Mark’s cock, but he got the memo.
Following your order, Mark watches as you suck his cock. His chest heaves as it felt like you were sucking his soul out of his cock and his body. Taking a deep breath, you started moving down on Mark’s cock. Mark felt all the air being punched out of his chest as you swallowed a good few inches (centimeters) of his cock. Mark now realizes how much he misses you sucking his cock.
You started working hard on sucking and making sure Mark doesn’t look away, slurping away on the large man’s cock with an audible wet sucking sound. Your tongue explores every inch of Mark’s cock, licking and teasing the veins. You could feel the heavy piece of delicious male meat pulsing in your mouth.
With the eye contact maintained between you and Mark, you could see nothing behind those eyes besides lust. If he wasn’t dumb already, he is dumber now. Lust and arousal tinted Mark’s eyes as he wanted you to do more and you planned on doing that. Mark’s pupils dilated as his body released dopamine and oxytocin hormones.
You have much more planned for him.
Mark could feel his orgasm approaching as he discreetly thrust into your mouth. You could feel the signs of his impending orgasm– waves of precum oozing, the cock in your mouth throbbing, and you could assume Mark’s heavy balls tightening. “Better hold that orgasm, puppy,” you said, pulling back with an audible pop. Mark whines as he loses the warmth of your mouth wrapped around his cock.
“F-fuck, baby… need warmth… please let me feel your ass!” Mark whines as he thrusts his hips into the air, his rock-hard cock throbbing. He was clenching the arm rests on the gaming chair as he held himself from lunging towards you. You grinned with amusement as you watched him, but you weren’t evil.
Perching yourself on Mark’s lap as you positioned the throbbing cockhead at your entrance. You thankfully prepared yourself beforehand. With a single thrust, the entirety of Mark’s sizeable thick cock was pushed to the hilt inside you. Both of you saw stars and white as your nerves were on fire.
“H-holy shit… so tight… so good.” Mark groans as he starts thrusting into your tight, velvety walls. He lost all rational thought as he fucked into you like a feral animal, his head collapsing onto your chest as he was drunk from the feeling of your tight hole wrapped around his cock.
“G-good puppy… so good~” You cried, stroking Mark’s head lovingly as he leaned more into your touch. Your moans got louder as the large man’s cock was ramming your bundle of nerves directly. It felt like your body was on fire– euphoria spreading to every corner. Mark’s grip on your hips tightened as his thrusts got harder, but sloppier.
Both of your minds were turning into mush; you didn’t even notice a loud clank and crack, as the gaming chair broke from the combined weight. The room was filled with sloppy and wet skin-slapping and the cries of pleasure. It was hot and steamy as sweat formed on both your bodies. There was no world besides you and Mark.
“L-love you so much– w-want this forever.” Mark babbles as his balls tighten again. His legs and body were trembling as he gave a few more thrusts. You love how dumb Mark can get with you; the feeling of your hot ass around was enough to make him dumber. You love your himbo boyfriend.
“Cum with me,” you say, pulling on the leash lightly and making Mark look into your eyes. Stroking your cock with each final thrust Mark gave, Your breathing got heavier as you kissed Mark at the same time you came. Your moans were swallowed and muffled as your load spurted and coated Mark’s shirt.
“S-so good… tight… warm… g-good for you…” Mark mutters as he was ass drunk from you. Mark rammed his cock one more time and flooded your hole with his load. He pushed his cock as deep as he could to make sure his thick pearly cum stayed deep inside your ass. His whines and moans were muffled as he groped and gripped your hips while he calmed down from his euphoric release.
A moment of silence fell over you two, basking in each other's touch as you calmed down and realized what happened. Mark was definitely gonna let you dominate him. He’s never felt like this before, but he loves it. He then hears your words:
“I’ll buy you another chair.”
THE END
A/n: hello, my strawberries! I hope this was good! Mark is himbo and none of y'all can tell me otherwise. A himbo with a big heart.
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Hello everybody! My name is Zallia (Main blog is @zalliafawn). In a fit of manic passion, I have decided to start this project! my goal here is to create a Markiplier Ego Dating Simulator, where you have the option to romance different egos! The game is currently called Ego Mania, and the characters I currently plan to have as routes are Yancy, Google, Dave, The Host, Illinois, Engineer, Darkiplier, Wilford, and maybe even Actor! This doesn't mean these will be the only options in the finished product, nor does it mean I'll actually do all these characters, but this is the current plan!
Ego Mania is a fan-driven passion project! It will be a visual novel, similar to the style of DDLC, if that tells you the kind of format it will be in. I plan to release it to Itch.io when we get to release, and currently have no plans for making it available to mobile devices, unfortunately. however, this could change in the future, as not many things are totally set in stone
There will be no money involved in any step of the project. before, during, or after. No money is being given and nothing will cost you any money. This means all work is volunteer work, the game is free, and there will be no in game currency.
Characters will have multiple endings, including romantic, platonic, and bad endings. there may be flirty comments, however nothing in the game will be NSFW/Explicit. However, there may be heavier themes that could be disturbing, depending on where the stories go.
All help is welcome!! I will use primarily discord to communicate with the team, and already have a discord server with dozens of people in it that have created a very friendly and welcoming community! Anybody looking to contribute to the project, these are the types of roles that this project is looking for:
If you would like to join the community discord server to chat or apply for the dev team, https://discord.gg/qavnBSFxbX this is the link! To join the server, you must be 13+, and any dev applicants need to be 16+.
more updates and information will be posted to this blog as development continues! Feel free to send suggestions/questions to the ask box, and I'll do my best to answer!
