Markiplier Reader [NEW 2015]

Shh, Pizza Is Here

(F/p)= favorite pizza
(F/d)= favorite desert

"Mark.Mark. Mark. Mark. Mark. Mark."
"That's my name and your definitely wearing it out."
"I just want to ask you something."
"And what would that be?"

You stand up off the couch and run up to Mark. He had the gamepad in his hands and his headphones around his neck. You get down on your knees and make a sad puppy face in front of him.

"Can we go get some food?"
"No...there's food in the fridge. Eat that."
"You sound like my mom."
"Well, I am your daddy, so close enough."

You glare at Mark as you march into the kitchen to prove him wrong.

"Mark, all we have is a can of beans and mustard."
You hear Mark let out a loud obnoxious laugh as he walked into the kitchen.

"Hey, now we have something in the pantry! I stacked up like two days ago."

Mark opens up the pantry and finds cobwebs. He shuts the cabinet no sooner than he opened it. You sit there on the counter with your head in your hands.

"So...What did you find?"
"I swear I bought like thirty dollars worth of snacks the other day!"
"And you also ate thirty dollars worth of snacks the other day...didn't you?"
"Maybe..."
"Unless you want some Struggle O's for breakfast tomorrow, I suggested go shopping."
"Ok, ok. Just let me finish my recording."

He finishes his recording walks in on you...

Ordering a pizza.

"Hello? Uh yes...I'd like to order a large pepperoni pizza with...wait no...make that a meat lovers....wait no...I'm sorry...make that a (f/p). Yeah. And a diet coke. Nah, I'm just playing. But seriously, I need this thing pronto. Oh wait...add in (f/d). Yeah. $10.38?..."

Mark waits at the door quietly as you continue on and give them the address. Then right before you hang up he knocks on the door, startling you.

"Okay Simon. Shh, just go along with it. Thirty minutes? Yeah, yeah. Yeah, love you too!"

You try to keep a straight face as you turn around to see Mark at your doorway.

"So...who's this Simon guy?"
"Nobody...nobody. We were just talking. What is it to you?"
"I just really like pizza also. I didn't know they gave pizza names."
"You heard the whole thing didn't you?"
"Yep."
"We still have to go shopping...for food"

Mark stares of in the air, pretending to think about something. Then he grabs you by your hair and shoves you down onto the bed.

He laughs and bend you over the bed. You try to get him off of you, but there was no use. He wasn't letting go.

"Get the flipping shit off me!"
"I don't think so missy."

He slowly starts to pull down your pants, revealing your underwear. You start sweating, just for the simple fact it was no shave November.

Mark slowly started rubbing you from outside your underwear. You tried to resist moaning, but it slipped through.

"Told you I was your daddy."

You close your eyes and pray it would stop. He was pulling your underwear to the side, and he slid a finger inside of you.

"Stop!"
"Never heard that one before."

Mark starts to stick two more fingers inside you. He starts pulling your head so your head was next to his.

"Call me your daddy."
"No Mark..."

He pulls harder on your hair as he unzipped his pants to reveal...

He knew about no shave November too.

He slowly starts to tease your entrance, still pulling on your hair.

"Call. Me. Daddy. "
"No."
"What was that?"

He forceful stuffs himself inside of you, grunting loudly as he did so.

"...ugh..No Mark."
"I don't like that word...I'll teach you to never say it again"

Mark continues to force himself inside of you until you feel the drippy mess flowing.

You wobble outside the room and lay on the couch.

"Oh my God...halp."
"I'm still not pleased with you (y/n). Hey, where's that pizza?"

Knock knock

Mark opens the door to the pizza man with a surprised look on his face.

"I've been out here for about ten minutes and I heard everything. You got your self a keeper Mark." The pizza man said as he gave Mark the luke warm pizza.

Mark comes in with a satisfied look on his face, making sure you saw.

"Was I really that loud?"
"Yeah (y/n). This magical device in my pants can do that."
"No, but the man knew your name! I couldn't have been that loud."
"Well that's what happens when you put another man's name in your mouth, I put my-"
"I told you Simon was just a made up name!"
"How was I supposed to know?"
"Well, then. Thanks for the beating."
"Oh sweetie, your welcome to have one anytime."
"Whatever."