Springtrap X Markiplier Novels & Stories

he moans before his moves become erratic then comes with a roar deep inside me. He sets me down rushing for his pants "fuck what did I just do" he starts panicking " Travis stop ,I enjoyed it " I move closer to him to kiss him but he pulls back " No,no it's not that it's wrong fuck we didn't even use protection I am married fuck ,I am so sorry Amanda you deserve better we can't do this again " he runs back to his house.

I howled. From the deepest part of me, it ripped out my throat , vibrating, chest rumbling. A command. A promise. A beginning. “ Mate. She's beautiful. Let's mate. Mark!,”. Maelen, wild and unhinged, growled frantically fighting for dominance. He wanted control. He wanted her. And Lokar… he was no different. Silent, dangerous, lurking like a patient predator, but I could feel it. His restraint was hanging by a thread.

Its surface rippled like water disturbed by an unseen hand. “…and so it shall again.” The whisper licked across her skin. A shiver raced down her spine. She pressed her palm to her stomach, instinctively protective—and gasped. Beneath her hand, something flared. Not the gentle warmth of life she had come to know, but a sudden, searing heat that cut through her like a blade of light. “Kilian…” she whispered, voice trembling. The mark appeared as if drawn by invisible fire—thin lines of silver and black tracing across her skin in a shape she could not yet understand. A crescent, yes, but shadowed. Imperfect. The light and dark interlocked like two halves of a wound.

"You delayed our Marking Ceremony thirty-two times for Ivy. You humiliated me in public and nearly killed me for a 'fake heir.' Now that I’ve found an Alpha a hundred times stronger than you, what right do you have to bark at me?" "And let's get one thing straight." "We never completed the Mark. We never formed the Bond. Under Werewolf Law, I am not your Mate." "I am a free wolf. Whoever I choose to bed is my business." "You and that lying, manipulative Ivy deserve each other. So lock yourselves away and rot together. Don't come near me." Ethan choked on his breath, seemingly stunned by my defiance. "What did you say? You want to sever ties completely?" "I forbid it! You are an S-Rank warrio

When Sarah asked, she came to her senses and hurriedly locked the door. “I… I am coming, just give me five minutes” She said and Sarah went back after hearing her reply. She tried to cover the marks with the concealer, but her whole neck was covered with his bites. The marks were more visible with her deep neck top. It was impossible to conceal the marks with makeup. “I should wear something else,” with that thought she changed into a high-neck green top with wide-leg jeans. She had to apply a little makeup to look presentable, or else it wouldn't take a second for Sarah to find what passed between them last night.

Or did he just know Max better than I did? Another message popped up. **Ryan:** *People like Max don’t marry without a reason, Aria. It was never about the mark. Ask him about the Ravaryn Merger documents from five years ago. Then tell me if you still feel safe, and if you are happy.* My head started to spin. The Ravaryn Merger. That was the deal that made Max the most powerful Alpha in the region. If that was connected to me, to our marriage then everything I believed about our romance was a lie.

“Gosh, this was a new shirt!” “Don’t you have a washing machine?” I asked between laughs. “Babe, the expensive stuff doesn’t matter. All I want is you,” he said and pouted. I laughed again. I was really having fun with Jarred and the Stone Pack. Yes, you heard me, the Stone Pack. Jarred, Abigail, Charles, Dustin, and Alex made it up. I guess this school runs in packs, not ‘groups’ or ‘cliques’. I asked Jarred why they called themselves ‘a pack’, but he laughed at me like I was crazy.

Mark spread my cheeks, staring at the black plug buried in my ass. “Beautiful,” he growled. “Look how stretched you are already.” He tapped the base of the plug, making it shift inside me. I moaned loud, pushing back. Sarah knelt behind me and licked a long, slow stripe from my clit to the plug, her tongue swirling around the stretched ring. The feeling was so dirty, so good, that my knees almost gave out. Mark slapped my ass hard, the sound echoing. “You’re going to take both of us soon. My cock in this tight cunt while Mommy fucks your ass with a strap-on. We’ll fill you so full of cum you’ll leak for days.”

I feel Damian shiver from the contact, encouraging me to speed up once more. I feel his member twitch inside of me, signalling his release, however, I don't stop my movements, dragging his release out. I feel sparks cover my body as the warmth of his seed travels inside of me. I continue to increase my movements, milking him for everything he's worth.

A scout from a neighboring pack, one thought long scattered in the war. In his hand was a sigil drawn in dirt and blood. Not of the Broker, not of Striker. A new mark, unfamiliar but pointed directly at us. Mia stepped forward, knelt beside him, and read the final breath he whispered into her ear. Her face changed not in fear but in recognition. Something she thought buried had just clawed its way out of the grave. “We’re not done,” she said, rising to her feet. “And this time, it isn’t about me.”