Markiplier x Reader fantasies

Cooking for your love

You come home with the groceries and you hear a scream of terror coming from his recording room. You knew it was probably from 'Five Nights at Freddy's'. There was a brand new one out and those videos were amongst his most popular ones. You let out a small chuckle. He always made you laugh with his over-the-top reactions, either on the screen or in real life. You enter the kitchen and put the groceries away. You notice a note on the door to his recording room.

"My lady love, 

I will be recording a few videos back to back, 

so I will be unavailable until 6pm. After that, 

we could have supper in front of a movie, your 

pick of course ^_^. 

Your Markimoo 

xxx "

You smile as that lets you enough time to cook one of his favorites, your herbs'n'spices chicken. You put your fave song on repeat (I kinda have Shirk - Haunted on repeat, I wonder why *wink*) and start chopping up garlic and an onion. You prepare the whole thing and let it simmer for about two hours, the wonderful aromas whetting your appetite. You get the chicken out of the cauldron and let it cool off on a plate. You return to the game you had paused.

Twenty minutes later, you come back to separate it into little chunks and get the bones out. Just as you finish the last piece, you feel his lips against the nape of your neck and his arms around your waist.

"That smells heavenly, you're spoiling me, love." He says, peppering a few kisses on your right shoulder, sending sparks of desire down your spine.

"Never, you goofy goober." He bites into your shoulder, leaving you weak in the knees. He lazily spins you around so that you're facing him. His soft lips are pressing against yours, gently and lovingly kissing you. You link your dirty hands behind his neck and you kiss him deeper, but just as gently, caressing his tongue with yours. He moans with that sexy voice of his, sending a tendril of heat through your core. He gently ends the kiss and rests his forehead on your shoulder, panting a bit, leaving you the perfect opening. You pounce on his neck, biting one of his sensitive spots and he groans in pleasure. He grinds his hips against yours, biting you back, leaving you deliciously light-headed and craving for more. He moves you a bit farther along the counter and hoists you up on it, still grinding his length against your naked core, making you moan heatedly.

"No panties, huh? You naughty girl." He whispers in your ear then bites it, making you whimper as he inserts two fingers inside your core. He archs his fingers at just the right angle to send you flying. He stops after only a few pumps, to your disappointment. He then sheds his boxers (no pants when recording, right? ^_^;) and you spread your legs to welcome him. He enters in one slow stroke and it feels so good. While he moves into you, he kisses you slowly, languorously.

"I love you, y/n."

"I love you too, Mark."

He picks up the pace slowly, his caresses alternating between your chest and your clit. It doesn't take long before you both come together.

"Have I told you lately how awesome you are and how much I love you?" He says in his rumbling baritone.

"Not today, at least." You say with a shy smile.

"Then I shall remedy to this. I love you and you are the awesomest person on this planet." He says with shining eyes and a big smile.

"No, that would be you, Mark, with all the good you do and all the people you inspire every single day."

"You're gonna make me blush, love!" He says, blushing a bit anyway.

"Maybe if I tell you enough times, you'll come to believe it someday." He blushes deeper.

"Somehow I doubt it."

"Even if every single one of your fans believes it?"

"I don't believe myself to be a great man. I'm only one person."

"We'll just have to agree to disagree on this one,"

"I guess." You hug him with all your might and kiss him on the cheek. "Now, do you think I can get down?"

He looks down and blushes. "Oops, of course, sorry!"

He moved out of the way and helped you off the counter. He also sneaks a hug before letting you go finish cooking. He proceeds to clean the counter, still blushing a bit. You try to smother your chuckle but fail, earning you a small glare.

"You're adorable, you know that?"

He's grumbling beneath his breath though you catch a small smile on his face before he turns around. You shake your head and continue to prepare a soup with part of the chicken broth left from your recipe. When the soup is finally done, you serve him his bowl, serve your own and you both go to the couch to watch one of your favourite movies.