One Shots

Addicted To You (Septiplier)

Mark sighed as he put on his jacket and white button up shirt for his job tonight. A lot of people were supposedly coming (Which wasn't unusual considering his job) and compared to how it normally was, it was going to be packed. Mark was a little nervous, but not really. He's been doing this for so long that he really doesn't get scared but when there's even more people it can get a little nerve racking. He grabbed a pair of jeans off his desk and tried to put them on.

"God this is so fucking stupid," Mark said, trying to pull up the tight ass jeans he was suppose to be wearing. "Why can't I-" Mark heard laughing behind him so he turned around, and there was Tyler. He had an annoying look on his face, his eyes crinkled from laughing his ass off watching Mark struggle trying to put on a simple pair of black skinny jeans. He finally walked over after his laughter had died down.

"Need help, buddy?" Tyler said, trying to contain his laughter, only failing and starting to laugh again. Mark glared at him and continued to try and pull his skinny jeans up but only managed to nearly fall over. Tyler started laughing even harder, doubling over on himself and holding onto a nearby chair for support. This only angered Mark more, causing him to throw his hands up in the air and sigh in defeat.

"Okay, ya know what? Yes. I do need help." He said, pouting. Tyler stopped laughing and wiped at his eyes, walking over to Mark who looked almost ashamed at not being able to put pants on.

"Okay well first, suck in and-" Mark glared at him, his eyes threatening Tyler in the dimly lit room.

"Are you calling me fat?" Mark asked, making Tyler roll his eyes. Of course he would have thought that. He mentally smacked himself.

"Buddy if you were fat you wouldn't even really have this job. I'm pretty sure these pants are actually two sizes too small." Mark slowly but surely nodded his head.

"Like I said, just suck in and jump when i start to pull up," Tyler said, grabbing the hem of Mark's pants. Mark simply nodded. "3....2....1..." Mark did as told as Tyler successfully pulled up his jeans. Mark sighed in relief, thankful he had his stupid tight pants on.

"Mark-," Someone came around the corner and pointed at him. "You're up." Mark nodded at them and gave a simple thumbs up, fixing his hair and went to get ready to walk on the stage.

"Wait-," Tyler said, catching up to him. He put a hand on his shoulder. "You'll do fine. Also if those pants rip, just make it look sexy." Tyler said winking at him. Mark smiled and chuckled.

"I make everything look sexy." Tyler put his finger up to rebuttal, but slowly put it down when he realized Mark was correct. He was sexy when he was just fucking standing.

"Mark, you're on!" Someone yelled, making him flinch a bit.

"Alright, alright." Mark said, walking behind the red curtain ready to be called out. As he was fixing his hair someone over the loudspeaker started to speak.

"Ladies and Gentleman, prepare to be amazed by the sexy Mark Fischbach!!" Mark chuckled and quickly fixed his composure. The red curtains opened slowly and Mark walked out carefully. He saw the pole in front of him and smiled. The sexy music started playing and he smirked.

"This is gonna be one hell of a show.'' he whispered to himself, grabbing the pole in front of him and began to sway slowly, teasing the men and women carefully watching him. Mark took off his jacket and threw it to the side. He quickly got rid of the teasing and climbed up the pole. Once he was up he quickly secured his legs around the pole and let go with his hands, leaning backwards.

Some watchers were staring daggers into him, mainly women who were probably recently divorced or widowed. The men were staring at him up and down, but one in particular caught his eye. The man had dyed green hair and beautiful blue eyes that reminded him of the ocean, he was wearing a light blue hoodie and black skinny jeans that were ripped at the knee. He was fucking gorgeous. Mark remembered he was suppose to be dancing and tried not to pay so much attention to the man in front of him. Mark quickly ripped off his white shirt, throwing it at the guy anyway. The man caught it and blushed lightly making Mark smile.

Mark quickly climbed the pole and spun around, sliding down slowly and ending with a split. People cheered and Mark simply smiled, ready for what was about to happen next. The song changed to a little more upbeat tempo and Mark walked in front of the pole and quickly ripped off his jeans. The crowd went wild when they noticed Mark was wearing tight ass black boxer briefs that left nothing to the imagination. He smirked and turned around to the pole again. He grabbed it with two hands up at the top and swiftly flung his legs up so he was upside down and his legs were spread. The guy he had eyes on earlier went wide eyed, not ready for what Mark had just did. This amused him so he winked, flashed a smile and waved at him. The guy quickly waved back, a little flustered. After that he continuously spun around the pole and did different tricks.

Mark desperately wanted to be a waiter right at this moment just so he could talk to the guy and get to know his fucking name. The man in question was given a drink, and the waiter winked at him, then walked away. Mark looked directly into the green haired man's beautiful blue eyes and fake frowned. The guy shrugged his shoulders and winked at Mark, taking a sip of his drink. Mark smiled and shook his head at the man.

After messing around with the handsome man in front of him Mark finished his routine and got off the stage quickly. He went to the place where his clothes were and put them on as quick as he could, making his way out and into the actual bar area. He spotted the man who was still sitting in the same spot sipping his drink. Mark casually walked over.

"Did you enjoy the show?" The man looked over and his eyes went wide. Mark chuckled, touching his hair. Why is it so soft?

"Uh- Yeah... It was great." He said nervously, smiling at Mark. He practically purred when Mark ran his fingers through his green hair, which caused Mark to give him a smile. He leaned down and went to whisper in his ear.

"You're fucking gorgeous, you know that?" Mark said, his voice full of lust and admiration. The man under him visibly shivered, but regained confidence in less than 2 seconds. He quickly got up and leaned up to speak right back into Mark's ear.

"Sure, but you're fucking hot." He said, biting Mark's ear. Mark groaned, grabbing the man by his wrist and taking him into a private room.

"You better tell me your name princess so I know what to moan later." Mark said smirking, pushing him onto the leather couch in the dimly lit room.

"I-uh, it's uh-" He stuttered completely which made Mark chuckle. He's so cute.

"Or should I just call you princess?" Mark said in a deep voice, making the man curse under his breath. Mark smiled and climbed on the guys lap, wrapping his arms around his neck.

"Well which one is it?" Mark asked, smiling. He took hold of Mark's hips and looked up and down at him once more, taking in the fact that this beautiful man was sitting on his lap.

"Sean, but some people call me J-Jack.." Mark put their foreheads together and ran his finger over Sean's jawline. Mark couldn't help but notice how nervous he was but also how turned on he was at the same time.

"Hmm... I like Sean better." Mark said, swirling his hips down onto Sean's. Sean moaned low, trying to be quiet but Mark was having none of that.

"Sweetheart, we are in a private room at a strip club. What makes you think anyone will care if they hear you? Plus, I wanna know what my name sounds like rolling off that tongue of yours Sean." Jack moaned at that, gripping Mark's hips tighter as he grinded down.

"Kiss me.." Jack said, moving one hand to softly grip Mark's face. He looked directly in Mark's eyes, his breathing coming out heavy and labored.

"Well when you look at me that way I just might have too." Mark said, taking Jack's face in his hands and kissing him slowly.

They continued to kiss erratically, their hands grabbing whatever they could find. Jack was mesmerized, he'd never seen a man as beautiful as Mark. His face, his body, everything just seemed so perfect.

"You wanna continue this elsewhere..?" Jack had asked slowly, breathing hard. Mark looked at him and smiled.

"Of course, your place or mine Princess?" Mark said lustfully, grinding his hips down again before getting up and extending his hand.

"Y-yours.." Jack said roughly, grabbing Marks hand.