Markiplier Reader [NEW 2015]

Because I Can

"Put the gun down!"
"Oh...now you want to scared? Huh, HUH?!"
"Mark, we....we don't have to go through this. Just...put the damned thing down."
"I will do no such thing."

Mark walks closer to you; the gun drawn. You knew it was full of bullets...You loaded it yourself. You also knew that something else would be full of bullets in a second...

You.

"You think I won't kill you?"
"Uh..yes?"

A deep laugh fills the room. He cocks the gun and walks closer to you...shaking in your boots. His footsteps stir up the loose dust on the ground, making the air speckled with tiny dust particles. You almost sneeze, but it's caught in your throat by fear.

"Little tiny (y/n)...always in the way."
"I'm...I'm sorry. Look I can make it up to you just give me one more chance...I can-"
"NO! No. More. Chances." He said through clenched teeth.

"Please...Mark! Think about your future! How would those 8 million subscribers feel if their precious Mark were to be faced with third degree man-slaughter?"
"One, I have 10 million subscribers. Two, out of all the money I've ever made for charity...You think I'll stay in jail? As soon as the news gets out to all those girls out there, I'm practically home free."
"You and me both know 10 million people don't watch your videos. Probably around 2 million at most."
"SHUT UP."

You and the gun are eye to eye. Looking down the gun, you can see your whole future falling into that one little bullet. Or maybe two...

"Get down."
"Ok..just please don't shoot."

The gun follows your face as you get down on your knees. You pray and hope you didn't have to lose your life in a slut's position.

"Now...."

Mark walks up to you, his waist right in front of you. He looks down at you with an affectionate gaze. Mark throws the gun to the side, but the look in his eye warns you not to stray from protocol.

His pink tipped hands runs through your hair, taking it out of the loose ponytail it was in. His hand grabbed the end of the ponytail and he slipped the scruncii onto his wrist. Both hands run through your hair this time, delivering a smooth touch to your scalp.

"What are you doing?"
"Don't you have enough sense not to ask me...somebody perfectly capable of killing you...any questions?"

You look over towards the gun, and you decide you were going to try for it. You glance up at Mark, him holding your head by its sides.  He takes your hair and pull it back into his fist, and he pulls you into a standing position by your hair.

With a grunt, Mark swiftly turns you around so that your face is smashed against the dusty shed wall. You enhale some of it, but most of it ends up on your face. You can feel Mark's warmth on your back, and you can feel a little extra too.

His hands trails down your side's and take off your jacket, letting the warm breeze brush off your shoulders. Mark slowly pulls your pants down, still making sure his weight was on you the whole time.

He slid your underwear to the side and teased your womanhood. You held in a moan but with a sudden gasp, he prodded himself inside you. You cry out in pain and shock as your hair is pulled back to the point where your head was sided by his.

"Why are you doing this?"

He seems hesitant to answer, but you can feel his breath down your neck, and his member be removed. Mark turns you back around to face him. He pulls your legs around him and hauls you up on the wall. You can feel him slide into you once more, and his eyes meet your pained gaze.

With a smile you'll never forget, he slid himself in further.

"You want to know why I'm doing this?"

Your face is almost as red as a tomato, and he slides himself in just a little further. All you can do is nod in response.

In a faint pleasured whisper he replied:

"Because I can."