Markiplier Reader [NEW 2015]

No WORK YAY

You were in the bathroom getting ready for work, while your husband was still in bed.

You stepped into the shower and let the warm water kiss your delicate skin. The water starts to get a little cold since you got used to it, so you turn the handle to go a little hotter.

But it when you did so, it felt like all hell had broken loose in your shower.

"Oh shit that's hot! Argh!"
You turn the shower handle back down to its original state. You can hear some mumbling and groaning happening in the other room.

"Are you looking at a picture of me?"

Just then a fluffy haired Kirby...I mean Mark walks into the bathroom. The look of sleep is still strong in his face, your yelling must have woken him up.

"Good morning pinky." You say as you peek your head out of the curtains.
(I'm having trouble resisting my urge to make a dick joke....halp)

You can hear Mark letting out his flow in toilet as you wash your hair. You grimace in disgust as the smell floats into your nose.

"Ew Mark. I thought we talked about this."
"If we did, I certainly don't remember."
"It was only yesterday!"
"But you don't remember when I ask for a beer....righhhhht."
"Fair game. GG."
"What are we having for breakfast?"

You hear the toilet seat close, and you pray to God he didn't flush. You already had enough hot water to last you until your next shower. You rinse your hair and take the big comb out of the shower rack to comb it through.

"I don't know. I have to be at work in like...an hour. It takes me about twenty minutes to get there."
"(Y/n)...can you please for once just eat a bowl of cereal with me? Pwease?"

You let out a big sigh, then regret it. Somehow soap got into your mouth. After spitting about furiously, you give in to Mark's plead.

"What kind do we have?"
"Cereal. We have....cereal."
"Yeah, but what kind do we have Mark?"
"The kind I didn't eat after recording yesterday."
"And what kind would that be?"
"I dunno kno."
"Jesus Christ Mark."
"Awe shucks! Staph it."
"Its impossible to get anywhere with you."
"No...you're just taking the long route there. You haven't turned down 'Gimme Dat Booty Boulevard' yet."

You step out of the shower and wrap a towel around your body. Mark slides past you acting like he was taking pictures...wait...hold up.

He was taking pictures.

"Mark!"
"Just trying to see a little more than what I get to touch."
"Go ahead. Touch it. Wait."

You smack his hand away from your boob and point a slightly wrinkled finger at him (you stayed in the shower too long).

"Promise not to bother me for the rest of the day?"
"Let's be honest here....I can't do that."
"Okay, at least you were honest. Touch it."

Preparing for the fierce man that every girl wrote about in Markiplier smut shots, you close your eyes. Since your new job, Mark hasn't been able to really get his hands on you. But he surprises you by just kissing your areola lightly.

"Not as bad as you thought, was it miss (y/n)?"
"Actually, I'm going to honest. No."
"That's what they all say."

Mark walks out of the room and ruffles his hair on the way out. You hear your phone go off on the sink, playing some crazy tone Mark picked out... something like "Herb Lore".

Your coworker texted you that the office had a power failure and there would be no power for at least three more days. You smile.

"Hey Mark! I think I'll be able to have that bowl of cereal after all."

"...Yeah about that... Will you settle for pancakes?"

You smirk at a certain video.

"No thanks...I've had enough pancakes to last a life time. Especially in this fanfiction."
"Hm? What's this about a fanfiction?"
"Nothing Mark. Just whip up something."

You go back into the room and get dressed. Leggings and a fitted shirt. You walk out into the kitchen and burst out laughing when you saw what Mark made for breakfast.

"Wow Mark."
"You like it?"
"Strawberries with whip cream. When I said 'whip something up' I didn't mean literally."
"Sit down and enjoy my wonderous breakfast."
"Whip cream at 7am. Seems right."