Markiplier Reader [NEW 2015]

Breaking The Fourth Wall

You were sitting on the couch wiggling your butt to a song in your headphones.

Your favorite part was about to come on so you closed your eyes and lipped synched. You stood up of the couch and danced around, shaking what your mama gave you.

You didn't hear Mark come in, but when he saw you he almost passed out from the amount of laughter he was holding in.

"(Y/n)? What in God's name are you doing?"
"..."

You stared at Mark in shock since he wasn't due to come home until late at night.

"Hello...uh mate."
"Were you practicing your lap dancing on some invisible figure?! Hey buddy! She's mine! Come out here and face me!"

Mark started punching the air and pretending to get hit in the face. You laughed and walked up to he pretending to separate the "fight".

"That's what I thought buddy!"
"Mark shut up! I was not practicing these lap dancing skills you mentioned."
"Usually when you put all that hip into your motions, and wear nothing but your undergarments, that's what's happening."
"Undergarments? Holy shit! My clothes!"

You take off to go change, but Mark pulls you back into a hug.

"No...pls don't change! I like it this way!"
"You try walking around with only your undergarments on."

Mark shrugged his shoulders."Okay." He quickly took off his shirt and pants, leaving him in his socks and boxers.

"Mark, you are such a smart ass."
"I wasn't aware that my ass's GPA is 4.0. He'll, I didn't even know it was attending school!"
"I get nowhere with you!"

You slump back down on the couch and cross your arms.

"Ferty derpoid hegle fart."
"You sir, are a cake."
"Fuetgly fudgecakes."
"What are you even saying?"
"Rudfy bumass Kevlar warts."
"Edward."
"Oh, don't you dare go using my government giving name!"
"Mark...."
"Don't start with me young lady!
"Edward..."
"Erggggggggggggggggggg!"
"Fischbach."
"Oh geez, now thanks to you everybody reading this fanfiction knows my whole name!"
"Like...who didn't know it before?"
"That girl right there."

Mark started pointing to the window on the other side of the room as if he was pointing to a camera.

"Uh....Mark?"
"Her right there. With the brown hair. Then there's another one, with some type of color in her's. Oh look! (Y/n)! It's a pretty girl!"
"Hey!"
"But no one's prettier than you my sweet, caring girlfriend."
"This is an example of what one taste of the cookie can do to a man."
"One taste? Guys, (y/n) ask me to hit it from the back like...every other hour."

Mark started talking to the window again.

"Uh...I think you're broken Mark."
"Nonono. Look! Over there. She's still reading the story. Let's give her something to read about."

Mark's voice grew deeper in the last part, and his eyes were full of lust as he walked towards you.

He looked threatening, but he was still the dominant one.

"Mark....Don't do dis."
"If they want to read this fanfiction, then let's give them something to read about...."
"Like what?" You ask, a little afraid of the answer. He stops right in front of you, his member hard enough that if his boxers weren't there you'd have a mouthful.

"As a matter of fact, I think what I'm going to do to you is too explicit for Wattpad..."
"What's a Wattpad?"

Mark pushed you down onto the couch, scanning his eyes over the length of your body. He flashes a grin before pulling himself of of his boxers. He looks you deeply in the eyes before climbing on top of your overly exposed body.

"If I were you...I'd be much more concerned as to what I'm going to do to you."