#e plier

and yes, i know my hand drawing skills are shit.

Distractions

Pairing: E-plier (Marcus) x Male Reader

Warnings: smut, swearing

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Marcus was trying to record some tik toks for his e-plier account but he couldn’t seem to get a good one out. It may have been that he wasn’t trying much, but that just wasn’t true, he always tried a little too hard. The distraction was the fact that he could see his boyfriend in the next room, working out. He couldn’t focus enough to make his masterpiece. Marcus caught a glimpse of Y/N’s biceps and almost fainted on the spot.

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I was in the next room, trying to keep up on my fitness. My hair was in my eyes, wet with sweat, music blasting in my ears. Marcus drifted to the front of my mind, I wondered what he was doing. Knowing him he was probably making a tik tok, I didn’t really know what tik tok was but I supported him. I spared a glance over to the open door, my eyes were met with dark brown ones. I pushed my hair out of my eyes and smiled at Marcus. His eyes went wide and he pretended to do something on his phone. I tilted my head in confusion but shrugged it off and went back to my working out.

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‘Oh god Y/N’s so fucking hot’ Marcus thought watching my muscles flex. When I turned and smiled at him, he felt his legs go weak. Marcus decided to put his phone on the table and abandon his tik tok making. He pushed the door a little more and watched as you trained. He couldn’t take it anymore, Marcus made his way over to the room you were in.

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I wiped the sweat from my eyes, readjusting my grip on the chin up bar. I felt a hand on my lower back, I almost lost my grip in surprise. I lowered myself, seeing Marcus standing in front of me, taking out my earphone I smiled at him.

“Hey Marcus, what’s u-“ I greeted him, but was interrupted as he wordlessly dropped to his knees. Marcus’ hands reaching for the hem of my sweatpants, he pulled them down. He palmed me through my boxers, moaning as he felt me get hard. He felt a hand grip his hair and looked up at me, seeing the lust in my eyes he put his face against the fabric of my boxers. Using his teeth he pulled the garment down. Marcus let out a noise when he saw my cock, licking his lips.

He started to tease my tip with his tongue, swirling it around, Marcus let out a squeak of surprise when my hand in his hair pushed him down, getting him to take my full length in his mouth. I let out a groan, which only encouraged Marcus even more. He started to bob his head running his tongue along my length.

“Oh fuck-“ the words tumbled out of my mouth as I came in Marcus’ mouth. He moaned feeling it shoot down his throat.

Marcus stood up, pressing against me. I captured his lips with mine, shoving my tongue into his mouth. I gripped his hair, tugging to expose his neck. Moving my lips to his neck, I nibbled where I knew his sweet spot was, marking him. Marcus let a groan arching his back to press even closer to my touch.

“I need you so bad” Marcus moaned, his hands clawing at my shirt

“Are you going to be good for me?” I asked, nipping at his throat

“I promise I’ll be good”

I growled, placing my hands on Marcus’ ass, picking him up and bringing him to the next room.

Marcus ran his hands under my shirt, urging me to take it off. I parted the kiss to pull it over my head

“Take off your clothes” my voice was low, he almost immediately obeyed, taking off his layered clothes.

“I need you, I need to feel you” Marcus whined, I smirked at him

“Say please” Marcus moaned a high pitched ‘please’. I moved Marcus over to the desk in the corner of the room, bending him over it. I picked up the lube bottle in the draw and coated my fingers.

“Fuck” Marcus breathed as I inserted my fingers into him, making sure to be thorough. Marcus places his hand on my hips, begging to have me inside him.

“Nuh uh, no touching” I grasped his hand, placing it in front of his head. I pushed myself inside of Marcus, hearing him shout.

“Let me hear you baby” I thrusted into him, hard this time, earning another shout and a slew of curses. The sound of skin on skin and moaning echoed around the room. Marcus reached behind him, grabbing at me

“I told you no touching” I scolded slamming my hips into him. Marcus removed his hand and placed it where he was told to.

“Say my name” I ordered, feeling Marcus’ legs grow weak

“Y/N! Fuck Y/N!” Marcus screamed “I’m so close”

“Come for me” I continued to thrust into him, chasing my high and his.

I heard Marcus let out a whimper as he came, the clenching around my cock pushing me to my edge.

I pulled out of Marcus, helping him stand up and get dressed, making sure he didn’t topple over.

“That was nice” I chuckled kissing him on the forehead, he hummed in response

“I love you” Marcus whispered, steadying himself in my arms

“I love you too babe”

Pairing: E-plier (Marcus) x Male Reader

Warnings: none

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The familiar ring of the bell above the coffee shop's door brought me comfort. I walked up to the counter, ordering my usual, and taking a seat near the window. I scanned the shop, my eyes falling over many familiar faces. My attention Was captured by two faces I hadn’t seen before. One was gothic looking, the other was a stereotypical e-boy. They stood out in the mundane coffee shop, although I appreciated their confidence in self expression.

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“And so I was like, how could you kill me if I’m already dead on the inside” Ethan spoke to Marcus “Hey dude are you even listening?” Marcus completely blanked his friend as something had caught his eye. Ethan followed his friend’s line of sight, and his gaze landed on a lone man sitting at the window seat.

“Love is something that was invented to lead to pain” Ethan stated glumly, taking a sip of his choccy milk.

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As the traffic slowed down outside the window my mind became bored. I glanced over the shop’s interior, trying to find a poster, a menu, anything to occupy my eyes. My mind drifted to the new faces in the corner of the shop, I looked back to their table. I was surprised to lock eyes with the E-boy across the shop. Upon realising I was looking at him he swung his head around to face the wall, believing that that would disguise the fact that he was staring.

I smiled to myself and since I had finished my drink, I got up and exited the shop. Walking past the two interesting boys.

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I sat there surprised. I was going through my social media, when I had opened tik tok and found one of the boys from the coffee shop on the trending page. It was of him sticking his tongue out, and rolling his eyes back in a vulgar manner, while some edgy song played in the background. The caption read ‘saw a hot guy at a coffee shop today, he’ll never give me a chance tho, that’s how it always goes’. I stared at the caption for a while trying to figure out if it was about me or not. After some pondering and thinking, I decided that I’d risk embarrassment and give the e-boy my number at the coffee shop tomorrow if he shows up.

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I pushed open the door, letting the aroma of coffee beans fill my nostrils. I saw the pair of boys out of the corner of my eye, the eboy, who I had learnt was named Marcus, was staring at me intensely. I made my way towards the cashier, ordering my drink. I sat at my usual seat, taking note of the staring and blushy whispers coming from the tik tok user.

I waited till I had finished my drink, using the time to work up my courage. I stood up, trashing my cup. On my way out I stopped in front of the two boys. The pair noticeably straightened their postures, I held out my hand towards Marcus, in between my fingers lay a piece of paper. Marcus realised what was happening, and took the paper from my fingers. I walked out of the shop, closing the door behind me, a smile on my face.

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Marcus sat there gobsmacked

“Dude, what does it say?” Ethan questioned, leaning over to get a view of the paper. Marcus finally found his voice “it says ‘I saw your tik tok, kinda weird not going to lie but here’s my number’. Oh my god he saw my tik tok, this is so embarrassing, what do I do?” Marcus was freaking out, bringing to light his lack of expertise in the whole romance department.

“I don’t know, you think I know? Uhh text him”

“I don’t want to seem desperate!”

“Marcus you made a tik tok about him, desperate is out of the question”

“Ok ok, I’ll text him… what do I say?”

“Uhhhh I don’t know”

“I’m just going to write ‘hey’, or is that too casual? Should I say ‘hi’? ‘Hello’? Just a smiley face?”

“I- I- just send a hey with a smiley face?”

“Okay, alright, I’m sending it”

“Good, alright”

“Oh my god what if that wasn’t the right thing? What if he hates me?” Marcus panicked, he stopped ranting when he heard his phone vibrate against the wooden table. He looked down and read the message, his face going red.

I’m not an E-plier stan. I don’t like the headcanon that Magnum is pretty much his dad. I don’t like the headcanon that he’s actually a softie. Or the one about Magnum trying to make him a slightly better boy.

No.

Not at all.