Darkipier Stories

stuff out the way- yes. there is probably gonna be other YouTubers and probably septiplier. but this is gonna be focussed on the mental side of things. cause everyone loves insanity right?...just me?... ok. anyway enjoy ???? -UPDATE- its been quite a while since i originally made this book-- now i dont ship septiplier like i used to. This is not meant to fuel that- its just for fun. Its only fiction ~ "you good to come over then?" seeing the positive reply brought a smirk to his face.

First time I will be writing a story this will be a darkiplier x reader or warfstash x reader or both

*Discontinued, I'm sorry y'all* Sara is the happy, go- lucky best friend of Markipler. She's house sitting when she hears a series of strange noises coming from the ONE place she's not supposed to go. The basement. What she finds down in it's depths not only surprises her, but changes her life forever.

This is in no way a continuation of my will and damien fanfic. i like darkstache just as much as wamien so i thought why not make more ego stuff.

Read to find out what's going to happen.

I look into his black eyes, my breathe growing faster. "M-Mark, y-yo-ou ok?" I ask. My heart pace was beating faster the closer he got to me. "This isn't Mark anymore baby girl" his voice is now a low, husky like tone. Goose bumps form on my arms as my chest is now on his, I am leaning against the wall, stuck. "M-Mark?" I ask again, not so sure of his presence on how close he is. "call me by my right name, or you'll be punished" his voice cracks and clitches. "Mark, its me, Y/N" "Oh darling, you've done it now" he says, smashing his lips against mine. I didn't know if this is a role play or not, but I liked it. I deep end the kiss by pulling him closer from tugging on his tux jacket. He grabs my hands and pins them above my head and he leaves kisses towards my cheek, then jawline, and to my ear. "No baby, I do everything, you're getting punished for not calling me the right name" his breath, hot against my skin. My heart skips a beat. He then kissed my neck and goes lower, one hand pinning my arms, and the other tracing my body, I moan from how good it feels to be touched again.