Markiplier Reader [NEW 2015]

Mr. Fischbach

(As/cn)= After School Club Name

The bell had rung about ten minutes ago, but Mr. Fischbach was nowhere to be found. You had been waiting outside his door for about fifteen minutes, lucky Ms. Polic let you go early. Students walked by, giving you weird looks, and even taking it as far as to say you had relations with him.

You were about to give up and take an F on the assignment, but Mr. Fischbach came running around the corner adjusting his clothes back to an orderly fashion.

When he sees you at his desk, he hurriedly looks around and closes the door. You get worried as he walks towards you at a very brisk pace. All of a sudden, you were exceptionally glad he had a big classroom. You darted behind a row of desk, mentally playing out scenarios as you continued to avoid him.

With him on one side of the desk, and you on the other side of the row, it was a constant back and forth movement. They made this stuff look cool in movies, but with this guy on the other side, you were straight up scared. You made a cliche mistake of turning your back towards him, and with the clash of a few desk, your infinity scarf was wrapped in his fist.

"Listen here, I don't need another little fifteen year old trying to seduce me into giving them an A. Go away before i have you expelled." His harsh tone was completely different from the one he used in the classroom. This was the type of situation people wrote in fanfictions, but this didn't turn you on one bit.

You struggle free from his grip, and you guess he didn't realize you'd be dead before he could give you to the office. You stumble over your feet and land on the floor with Mr. Fischbach towering over you.

"No...I...I came to ask about...about the Forensic Engineering project...i wasn't..here that day..."

Mr. Fischbach's posture over you remained, but after a second of hearing you catch your breath, he squats down onto the floor next to you.

"Oh..sorry. I'm just used to having girls show up, trying to get me to...nevermind." The teacher let out a large sigh, leaned on the desk and banged it loudly. You jumped from the sudden noise, and took a seat in a nearby desk.

To calm himself down, Mr. Fischbach started to clean the room; sweeping up loose paper, straightening desk, and stacking papers. You offered to help, but he declined and told you to hold on. If this class wasn't most of your GPA, you would have never been waiting for him.

When the teacher started to sweep, you noticed he swept with force, almost like he was mad. Out of curiosity, you asked about what had happened before he reached the classroom.

"Mr.Fischbach?" You said calmly. He looked up from the pile of papers and debris with an eyebrow raised, his attention devoted to you. "What happened before I got here? You know...why you weren't in here."

He took another strong breath, relieving his breath in a heavy manner.

"There are things I cannot discuss in the classroom. It was personal business, and therefore it will stay personal business. Thank you for your concern--"
"Mr. Fischbach, I wasn't trying to be nosy, you just seem...stressed."
"Oh no. I appreciate your concern, but like a stated before... there's a lot of sexual tension between me and ...others."

You smiled lightly, laughing in the process. About a week ago there was a boy that hit on Mr.Fischbach in the middle of class. Let's just say he's not in walking condition anymore...a lot of the girls didn't take kindly to his flirting.

"What are you amused by?"
"You." Your laugh starts to gradually get louder, all the while he walked closer to you. Every step he made, a different face appeared.

"So..." There was a pause as he leaned against the desk. Your laughter died down in the sense everything was starting to get serious.

"The Foresic Engineering project...right?"
"Yeah...er Yes. To be honest, if this class wasn't making up most of my grade, I couldn't have cared less. No offense to you though. I'm actually supposed to be in (as/cn) right now."
"Is that so?"
"It's kinda a once a week club. That's what keeps it interesting."

He lifts his chin in the air, folds his arms, and cocks his head to the side. With his eyes slightly squinted, he made a blunt noise. He runs his hands through his hair and walks over to the desk you were in. He squats down to be below eye level with you, and his gaze makes you shift uncomfortably.

"If I were to force you over the desk right now, and try to seduce you, what would your first reaction be?"

Before you could answer, Mr.Fischbach had walked back from the desk. You chose to ignore the question and hope he would move on. But he stared at you over his glasses. The light reflected off his glasses in a way to where you couldn't see where his eyes were looking...which troubled you the most.

"Uh, I'm gonna go. I can get the rubric and info from Jermaine..."

"No. I asked you a question. It's either answer the question, or except an F for the rest of the year."

You stopped in your tracks and thought about what that could mean. You could always tell your parents about this incident, but then they'd start asking to many questions. You could also see if anybody else has the same type of encounter with him, but big mouthed girls might warn him.

After giving it thought, you choose to...

(A) Continue this chapter if you choose to answer the question

Or

(B) Go to the next Chapter if you don't answer the question.

Answer the question. You couldn't risk getting an F for the rest of the year in here.

"I would..." You clear your throat, your lips suddenly feel dry. You lick them quickly, making sure it didn't seem bigger than it actually was.

"I would resist the urge to except you inside of me. It isn't professional to stick your dick up one of your students, Mr.Fischbach."

He slowly started to take off his tie. Unraveling it while lustfully looking at you, examining your features.

"You'd resist the urge to let me inside you?"
"Yes."

He stepped closer until his nose touched your head. He smiled and whispered lightly in your ear.

"What would you think if I did...this?"
"Oh fuck!"

You scream out in pain as he grabs your ass with both hands, squeezing with all his might.

"No..I... I can't do this."

Mr. Fischbach slowly started to stroke your thighs, on the final stroke, he pulls your pants down, showing your underwear.

"Don't worry (y/n). I'm the dominate male anyway."