Markiplier Reader [NEW 2015]

Mark The Babysitter...Teenagesitter I Should Say

(D/ln)= Dad Last Name

"Hey daydreamin' lily! Were here! Hey! Damn headphones." Your headphones are yanked off and your dad smiles at you. The face stared from the other side of the window. He smiled, and everything came flooding back to you.

"Hey Mark..."
"We're going to have so much fun...Don't worry about Mr.(d/ln). She'll be in my hands."

You dad's eyebrow cocks up at the last thing the man--apparently Mark-- said.

"Excuse me?"
"She'll be safe in my hands." The man looked at you with such lust, your surprised your dad didn't notice.

"C'mon (y/n). I'll take your bags upstairs and we can get to know each other."

As Mark, your Dad, and you unload the back of the vehicle, you start taking notice at the man. He was nicely built, not too shabby. His hair looked unpleasantly ruffled, but he seemed to ignore it, and his butt...Well...Uh...Yeah.

Your father walks ahead and smiles at Mark. You swore you saw your dad wink at him. As you two walk up the path to the house, Mark decides it's a perfect time to strike up a conversation with the teenager he's "babysitting"...which just so happens to be you.

"You know what I always say?"
"What would that be?" You say in a fake pleasant voice.
"Everybody should mind their business. You do you...I'll do me...and we won't do each other..."

There was an short pause before his hands were around your waist and his voice in your ear. The very though of this man behind you intimated you, and sent you into an unpleasant frame of mind.

"...Probably."

The way his voice seemed to sexually moan in your ear sent you into a frenzy. You started to feel weird and your body tingled with a lingering sexual arousal. This man was going to be the end of you. Wasn't he older than you?

"Dad! I'm coming!" You yell, trying to shake his voice.
"Okay sweet pea. I'll hold the door open for you."

Your dad was ahead of you about ten feet, but it seemed like a thousand miles. You ran up to meet him so Mark wouldn't see that you were getting all hot and bothered by him. You knew it was bad to wear some of the most revealing clothes you own...but that's what was clean this morning. You had packed your stuff a week early and left enough clothes out to wear...but that was clearly a mistake.

After all the luggage is put away, your dad says his goodbye.

"Okay I'll see you in two weeks. Me and your mother will be contacting you two frequently. Also...Mark. May I have a word with you?"

You watch as Mark walks over the the driver's seat window and is pulled by the collar. Your not sure what your Dad said to him, but whatever it was...Mark must have not taken kindly to it.

As your Dad pulls off down the street, Mark fiercely bgrabbed you by the arm. His nails dug into your skin as you were dragged along to the house.

When you get inside the house, you finally notice the golden-brown Retriever on the couch, it's fur gleaming in the light from the window.

As the door shuts behind you, your hands are pinned to it's dark brown wood. His head brings itself to look you in the eyes, and you see they're shining in all their chocolatey goodness.

"Your daddy told me to keep my hands off you..."

His tone was country-like, rough and tinted. You knew he was faking it...but it was turning you on.

His soft pink lips trail across the crook of your neck, leaving you breathless for words.

"...But imma have to disobey your daddy's commands."