mmm...yes just a bit further


“I am NOT crying, okay?! I’m allergic to jerks!”
“Give me cake or give me death.”

Markiplier X Pregnant!Reader
Warnings: none except light cursing(??? Maybe????)
A/N: so I’ve been on a huge baby/pregnant thing lately and I just HAD to write this. Obviously, the hormones may seem a tad overdone, but TBH with my luck and my high emotional outbreaks, this will most likely be me as a pregnant woman. Also, the reader describes a lot of Mark’s attributes as stupid. It’s NOT LITERAL. It’s the hormones and stuff. It’s the whole, "I’m trying to be mad at you but your eyes keep distracting me,” type of scenario. Hope y'all like it! Xoxo -Em


You sat in the dead center of the couch with one hand holding the remote control and the other resting on your swollen belly. Mark was upstairs recording–or maybe he was editing at this point, pregnancy brain had really been doing you in lately and you couldn’t keep track of time that well–while you had been watching an amazing episode of ‘Cake Boss.’ And then the creeping feeling of a cake craving began making its way into your mind, but you quickly shook it off and changed the channel. Sadly, on just about every one, they seemed to be eating cake.

With a huff, you set the remote down and stood up, making your way to the kitchen–hoping to find something to at least semi-satisfy your craving. Just as you’re approaching the fridge, with a hand on the handle, you spot something out of the corner of your eye and you pause. Slowly turning your head to face the item, you see it for its true glory. A cake. The most glorious of cakes.

You let out a sigh and swallowed the drool that had built up. ‘You don’t need cake,’ you thought to yourself, trying to convince your raging pregnancy hormones that you didn’t need the cake. But the damn thing seemed to speak to you, saying things like: "Please eat me,” “You know you want me,” and "Look at me. You’ll regret it if you don’t have just a slice.”

Clutching the fridge handle, you whimpered and gave in. You made your way to the cabinet that held the plates and grabbed one. On your way back to the cake you grabbed a knife and fork, ready to slice yourself a little piece of heaven.

As you cut into it, you moaned in delight at the delicious scent of whipped sugar and its spongey counterpart. You were shaking from the excitement when you placed the slice on your plate. You smiled and stared at it for a bit, taking in the exquisite sight of such a lovely creation sitting on your plate.

You paused for a second. ‘Do you really need this piece of cake?’ You felt a kick coming from your abdomen and you smiled, taking it as a sign. 'Yes. Yes you do.’ You grabbed the knife and turned away from the cake to place it in the sink. Once you did, you turned around and saw Mark staring at the piece of cake.

"Ooh… This looks good,” he stated.

"It does, doesn’t it,” you stated, making your way to him and the cake. “Too bad it’s m-” you were cut off by the sight of him grabbing the plate. “What are you doing?”

"Huh? Oh I’m gonna eat th-”

"Like hell, you are. That’s my piece of cake!”

He raised his eyebrows and his stupid knowing smirk appeared. “Oh is it, now?”

"Yes! It is,” you exclaimed reaching for the cake, but failing as Mark raised above his stupid head with faded out red hair. You looked him in the eyes with a stern look. “Give me the cake, Mark.”

"Mmm, I don’t think I will.” His mouth was in a full blown smile.



"Give me the damn cake,” you reached up for the plate but he shifted and moved the plate further out of your reach. He raised his eyebrows and bit his stupid lip.

"Mark. This isn’t funny. Give me the cake.”

"Why should I?”

"Because your six-and-a-half month pregnant wife is craving cake, and that is MY PIECE!”

He just stood there holding the piece of cake over his head with a loving look in his stupidly stupid eyes. He started to lean down toward you but stopped just millimeters away. His lips brushed yours as he said, “You, hon, are so damn cute when you’re determined and mad.”

"Give me cake or give me death, Mark. Give me cake… Or give… Me death.” You had you brows furrowed and your hands clutched in fists.

At that, he pulled back. “If you want a piece of cake that bad, just cut yourself a new one.”

You glanced from the cake itself, to the piece in Mark’s hand, then to Mark. “I don’t want another piece of cake. I want… I want that one!” You started to get choked up and could feel the tears threatening to burst through their hold, as you glanced back and forth between Mark and the piece of cake.

He quickly set it down on the counter and placed his warm hands on your shoulders. “Woah! Hey, why are you crying, baby?” He proceeded to pull you into his big, warm embrace.

"I am NOT crying, okay?! I’m allergic to jerks!” Your voice was muffled in his shoulder as the tears came, and you sniffled.

“I didn’t mean to be a jerk, I was just playing around!” He spoke softly into your ear, while rubbing soothing circles on you back.

"I know, I just,” you sniffled and hiccuped. “That was my piece. It was the piece. There was a reason why I cut that piece in particular!” You sniffled some more and wrapped your arms around his waist while trying to subtly wipe your tears and maybe even a little snot onto his shirt.

He pulled away and reached for the plate with your perfect, beautiful piece of cake on it. “Here, honey. Take your piece of cake.” He placed it in your hands and pulled your head in to place a long and loving kiss to the top of your head.

Almost immediately, the tears stopped flowing and you stared at your iced love, slightly sniffling. “Thank you,” you said, softly and you proceeded to press a kiss onto his stupidly cute, scruffy cheek and all but skip back to the couch, leaving Mark in a dumbfounded trance.

After a minute, he joined you on the couch, pulling you into into his side. “Well, that was one hell of a ride on the hormone coaster,” he mumbled in your ear, kissing the top of it.

You instantly stopped chewing the bite you were on and turned your head to look at his face. You narrowed your eyes at him with a 'really?!’ look and said, “If you weren’t so right, I’d punch you in your perfect teeth.” You ended your statement with a peck on his lips and went back to eating your cake.

"Did you just quote Civil War?”

You rolled your eyes, “Shut up and hold me.”

It has been one of those long and stressful weeks. I’m in desperate need of relaxation and relief so I head over to an Asian massage parlor for a typical happy ending massage.

The girl who usually massages me isn’t available so another girl is suggested which I accept. I think to myself that she can’t be much different than my usual so I don’t care much. I just need a massage badly.

She comes out of the back from another massage and introduces herself as Jessica. I smirk a bit knowing there is no way her name is Jessica but I go with the bit and am happy as she is quite attractive and already seems enthusiastic.

Taking my hand, she leads me to the table shower room where there is basically a massage table in the middle of an over-sized shower. The entire room is tiled like a bathroom with a drain in the middle. At this point I had already removed my clothes and I am in a robe.

She has me go inside the room while she changes from her shoes to a pair of boots so she can walk around in the wet room. Closing the door behind her, she walks up to me and routinely unties the loose knot I tied my robe closed with and takes it off of me.

I am standing in front of her completely naked but she goes about her business, washing down the table before I get on it, like nothing is unusual as she sees naked men on an hourly basis all day. It’s just a job for her so I expect nothing more.

“Lay faced down,” she almost commands while pointing at the table.

I get on the table laying faced down and feeling quite exposed as I hear her filling up a bucket with warm water. When it’s full, she pours the entire bucket over me and then squeezes soap into her hands which she begins applying to my back side. Starting at my shoulders, she works her way down my back and across my ass and then down to my feet.

She repeats that several times but on the last pass her hands unabashedly and without hesitation go right between my ass cheeks and down to my balls which she rubs quickly to clean and then back out the same way. That’s always one of my favorite parts and I automatically get hard as soon as she does it.

“Ok. Turn over,” she says while filling up another bucket.

I turn over and as usual I’m completely hard. Typically this doesn’t phase the girls but this time when she turns around with the bucket she glances at my cock and smiles a bit.

“You are very happy man!” she exclaims in her broken English and smiles at me as she proceeds to pour the bucket over my front side. Same routine as the back, rubbing and cleaning me quickly with soap from head to toe. Like the back side and as the other girls do, at the end of her cleaning she grabs a hold of my now hard cock and strokes it quickly several times, to clean it as well I presume, and then has me stand up.

She quickly dries me up with a towel, puts the robe back on me and leads me out of the shower room to a private massage room where she removes the robe again and has me lay faced down on the massage table.

She begins the massage which is always a pretty authentic massage at this point. Using massage oil she stands directly in front of me and rubs from my shoulders down to my lower back. Her hands are strong like the other girls and she massages in deep tissue technique so I’m definitely feeling the usual massage pain while already anticipating the end.

She massages my upper body for a while and then moves down to my feet to work her way up my lower body. As she walks around, she playfully grabs my ass and seems to like it as she giggles a bit while squeezing my cheeks.

After completing my lower body, it’s time for the lights to be turned down which indicates the happy ending portion of the massage is about to begin. She turns them down a bit and begins by very lightly and barely touching me all over my back with her fingers which gives me the chills. It feels so good, especially when her fingers dip down to my balls and lightly teases them.

I’m at this point squirming on the table as she endlessly teases me in order to get me fully hard and on the edge. Her fingers move up from my balls and lightly rub upwards along my perineum and then, as I hoped, right between my ass cheeks. Her finger lingers there for just a few seconds and I make sure to wiggle my ass and moan a bit to hopefully indicate to her that I want her to further explore.

“Ohh you like this?” she asks sounding slightly excited and amused.

“Mmm yes, please, ” I say, breathing heavily while pushing my ass back against her finger.

She removes her finger momentarily to apply more oil to her hands and then begins slowly and methodically probing my asshole, waiting for me to relax so it goes in easier. Reaching down, she slowly and simultaneously strokes my cock. I get up a bit on my knees to give her easier access as my ass moves back and forth in rhythm with her strokes, her finger going in further and further. I am moaning and groaning and loving the feeling of her penetrating me.

Suddenly she stops and I almost want to cry. She pushes me down so I’m laying flat on the table again.

“Hold on one minute, ” she says as I hear some movement.

Moments later, she appears in front of me and I can see through the hole in the table that she has no pants, shoes or socks on. I’m confused as this is abnormal but I’m not complaining; obviously something different and exciting is about to happen.

She lifts my head and places a pillow under it so now I’m looking right at her waist. I prop my head up with my folded arms as well and can barely make out her black panties but immediately notice that she is naked from the waist up as well. Looking up I see her nice tits and her smiling devilishly down at me. I wonder why she kept her panties on.

That question is unanswered for only a few seconds as she suddenly holds my head in place with one hand as her other hand pulls down her panties enough for me to see her hard cock flop out.

I momentarily panic with shock and confusion. What the fuck? I think to myself as she continues holding my head down but obviously still waiting for some cue from me that I want to proceed. I’ve fantasized about shemales in the past but this reality is completely overwhelming. She grabs her hard cock and slowly strokes it as I get over my initial shock.

Within seconds my initial shock has settled and I’m now extremely turned on by the turn of events and decide I want to go for it, hoping I’m not traumatized for life if I don’t like it.

I smile and look up at her which she instantly takes as her cue and practically force feeds me her nice sized hard cock. This is my first cock, it feels so weird at first but then I grow accustomed to it and close my mouth around it as she slides it in nice and slow.

“Mmm yess baby, ” she groans as she continues fucking my face.

“You like sucking my cock?” she asks as her hand on my head grabs onto a bit of my hair.

“Mmmm” is all I can emit as I hear her breathing get heavier.

She decides to pull out and try something else. Walking behind me she again slides her finger in my ass and begins fucking it at a nice pace. Her other hand rubs my back as she adds a finger and thrusts in and out of my asshole. She continues this for several minutes, preparing my ass for what I know is coming. Her cock didn’t seem that big, probably 5 or 6 inches and not too thick so I wasn’t too worried.

She has me turn over and props my head up again with the pillow. Removing her panties completely she walks around the table naked with her cock jutting out and I almost cum right there.

She sees my cock twitch in approval as my eyes are locked on her cock. She smiles wickedly at me as if to say “yeah, I know you want my cock bitch!”

Getting up on the table she scoots between my legs and lifts them in the air. She puts on a condom and coats it with oil as she pushes my legs back farther so my asshole is easily accessible.

I am so turned on, I feel my pre-cum drip on my stomach. Her hands are very firmly holding my ankles. I think to myself that I don’t think I could go anywhere if I wanted to which brings up my fantasy of being raped by a shemale. I feel her cock begin to enter me as she grunts.

“Yess. Oh yess. Good baby, nice and tight, ” she says with her broken English. She is so focused and horny, I know there is no turning back.

After several minutes she finally gets her cock all the way in. Leaning down, she keeps her eyes open, staring intently at me and I can’t avert my gaze. We look each other in the eyes as she slowly pulls out then thrusts back in to me. It feels pretty intimate for a few minutes as she maintains that slow pace but then she can’t help but increase the speed.

Grunting on each thrust, she goes faster and faster, drilling my asshole. It feels so good, my eyes have to close and I moan out loud as I enjoy her fucking me like a bitch.

I could only last so long before cum starts slowly oozing out of my cock. She stops thrusting and jerks my cock until I cum all over my stomach and am spent.

I am laying back feeling like I never have before. Such a great feeling. My asshole still agape and feeling so satisfied. My legs are back on the table and I lay there with my eyes closed.

I was practically drifting off to sleep and only 30 seconds or so after cumming when I feel her get up on the table again and straddle my chest. That’s when I remember she has not cum yet. Moving forward she has this look in her face that says she needs to cum badly.

Inching further, her cock is now right in front of my face and she just starts jerking her cock. I can’t go anywhere so I just prepare myself for what is about to happen. I close my mouth and eyes as she groans loudly and erupts all over my face.

My eyes stay closed for a few moments as she hops off the table and grabs a towel. She thankfully wipes down my face so I can finally open my eyes and she smiles at me.

She leans down and gives me a closed mouth kiss and I hug her close to me for a few moments.

Both exhausted, she gets dressed and then leads me to the showers in my robe so I can clean up and go home for a good relaxing sleep.

Test Round 2

Yuubari was once again secluded in her little lab, the door shut but not closed. If anyone was asked, they’d know she was in their nearly all night working some various things. Almost as if to distract herself.

“Mmm….it just doesn’t turn as fast as I..ah its already the morning, Tenryuu should be returning very soon…” She paused in deep thought, “yes soon and I’ve had all night to ponder….further pre-tests need to be done before I can answer.”

The cruiser smiled, a bit more life surrounded her today despite her all night work ethic. “Yes this will be a fun morning..” - hmshood51 -

anonymous asked:

Hi there! I was wondering if you happened to know of any thorloki fics set after the first Thor movie, where instead of Loki just letting go and Thor shouting after him, either Odin's just not in the picture and they both fall into the abyss, or Odin does catch them, Loki lets go, and then Thor forces himself out of Odin's grip and after Loki? Or basically just anything along those lines, where Thor ends up falling with Loki? Idk I just really want a fic like that but I can't seem to find any.

i!  I’ve actually been making a list of “Thor falls with Loki” recs because OMG I LOVE THAT WITH SUCH A FIERCE PASSION, but it’s a slow process going through all my recs.  And I know I’ve read more than this, but!  Three ones I enjoyed are:

Flowers on the sand by jeza_red, thor/loki, adventure fic, 18.7k

Thor jumps after Loki. And then there’s desert, slavers and cat-faced people, and real trouble begins.

The Sound of Letting Go by Velvedere, thor/loki + background characters, mildly nsfw, 35k

He was going to do it. Thor knew he was going to do it. He had seen that look before. That look echoed across a childhood of stolen nights and broken trespasses. Of dangers fought, revisited, and conquered. It was the look in Loki’s eyes when he’d made up his mind.

I’m Waiting for That Setting Sun to Burn Me by milky_haven, thor/loki, nsfw, amensia, 1.7k

Loki fell into the abyss and there was someone else who fell with him. For the first time in the nine months of his time on Midgard, Loki is grieving because he wonders if his brother even wants him back.

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