Markiplier's Wakeup Call (Markiplier X Reader)

I've always wanted to do this...

Your POV:

I sigh, "I'm sorry? Is that all he gave me? He didn't even fight for me!" I walk over to the door and lock it. I slide down it with my head in my hands. Marley runs over to me and lays down next to me. I look over and scruff his hair. "Good pupper..." I whisper. 

~TIME SKIP~

I lay in bed and stare at the ceiling, feeling the loneliness cover me. A single tear falls down my face. "I-I need contact someone to touch...." I trail off. I get up and sneak up the stairs, tapping on Mark's door. I hear a few groans and heavy footsteps. I take a deep breath. He opens the door, rubbing his eyes. "S-sorry did I wake you?" I question timidly, he looks up and smiles weakly.

"No, no you didn't. I thought about what you said and I'm-" I cut him off by putting my fingers to his lips. I grab his wrist and pull him away, he uses his free hand to click for Chica and she comes running in as the door automatically closes. I run into my room and shut the door, I turn around and Mark is inches from my face. "So, what am I doing here, (Y/N)?" he asked with a smirk. I shoved him away "No, Mark...no..." I reply. He looks puzzled then gets mad. I sit down and sigh for what I was about to say was a BIG lie. "Mark, I don't want you like that...I'm not going to forgive you like that..." I whimper. He walks over and lifts my head up by my chin with his index finger. "Do you...do you really believe that? You didn't bring me here for nothing!" he whisper-shouted. I flinch "Mark, I want you to be the big spoon" I state. He backs up and mouths an 'oh'. He lays in my bed and I lay in front of him. He wraps his arms around me and I settle down. I see Chica sleeping with Marley. "thank you, Mark" I settle down. I feel his forehead lean against the back of my head and I can almost feel him genuinely smile. "My pleasure, (Y/N), goodnight..." He wriggles a bit. "Goodnight, Mark" I closed my eyes and smile I've always wanted to do this..." I fell asleep.

Mark's POV:

I wake up to empty arms. Chica and Marley were being fed and I sat up and rubbed my head. I stand up and move to the kitchen where (Y/N) was making breakfast in a robe. I walk up to him and wrap my arms around his waist. He slapped me and scolded me with an evil stare. "Baaaabeee" I whine. He ignores me and carries on with his omelette. "Honey, sweetie, baby..." I say, pestering him. He turns around and stares right through me, I sit down and he hands me the plate. "And we're not together, Mark" he walks out and pets the dogs. My heart drops and I start picking at the omelette. "Ba-(Y/N)?" I call out. His adorable face pokes out from the door frame, "I want to be together." I state. I see him blush then sigh. Has he got someone? Am I not good enough?

Your POV:

He wants sex. My lower parts haven't stopped hurting yet and I still bind. I want to be with him, so much but I couldn't, it's not fair to him. "No...Mark last night was...last night was because I need...needed your touch...not...you...but I do need you...just not in a sexual way..." I cover up my face.

Mark's POV:

He looks adorable. 'not in a sexual way'? Is that what he thinks of me? That I'm some sort of man-whore? That I just want him as my fuck buddy? I get up and get inches from his face. "I don't care, I love YOU, not your body" I look at him up and down "well, not JUST your body" I smirk. He goes red. "Stop blushing or I might have to make out with you!" I protest, he blushes more. I press my lips against his and it seemed so natural yet so new. He joins in and I tickle him a little so I can be allowed dominance. He pulls away "hey! That wasn't fair! No more kisses for baby markimoo!" He says sternly with a smile. I pout. 

*Next Day*

Your POV:

I walk around LA, I needed to get away from Mark. While I'm walking, I see people putting makeup on this guy's face. I walk over and it was James Charles! I gasp, "J-James?!" I blush slightly. A year younger, Mark is 7 years older. I stand there pretending I don't know who he is. "Oh, sorry, I got you confused with someone else! The James I watch has glam makeup and a snatched nose!" I tease. He gasps and nods at the cameraman, signalling him to turn it off. "Hmm, he seems like a great person to me! Glad to be compared to him!" He jokes. I laughed a little trying not to snort. "Hey, so my name is (Y/N)" I say. He gives me a hug and he pulled away. "I'm James". I take out my notepad and write down the events happening. "What's that?" he asks. "Oh, this is my notebook, I mean everything so far has been so unreal!" I reply. James tilts his head. I giggle at his confusion. "I mean, I live in the same building as markiplier, I'm in a close..." I think for a minute, what are me and Mark? Can I really see us going further then we have?  "friendship with him. He's so sweet!" I boast. He smiles challengingly and giggles.

"If I am to believe this, I'm going to have to see him" his eyes looked innocent. I nodded. "I'll just finish this part of the video and I'll be right with you!" so I sit in an uber that was close by and told him my address and that I'm waiting for someone. James got in and waved to his friend. It was a short journey but it seemed long. I was blushing the entire time, I don't know if he saw it. I thought I'd be confident and grabbed his hand to pull him out the car. I gave the uber driver his money and dragged James by the hand again. I was so happy. I remembered Mark stayed over again last night but on the couch. I sighed then walked in.

Mark's POV:

I was ecstatic to see him walk in then I saw he was with someone else. But, was he with him? I politely smile at him. "Hey, (Y/N), I'd like to talk to you!" I say, as subtly as I could. He asked James to play with the dogs while we spoke. "Who in the name of sanity is he?" I ask in a hushed tone. "It's James Charles!" he replies a little happier. He looked over at him stroking the dogs and smiled. I saw what was going on and I did not like it. I love (Y/N) and I want to make that obvious. "So, you brought home a random stranger?" I cross my arms. His eyes snapped to mine. "No, I've known him for a while, he just hasn't known me. He's a youtuber too!" He protests. I shrug it off, but I will show him that he's mine and mine only! 

James' POV:

There's something about this boy, he's dominant and confident yet shy and insecure. He has a sweet tone to his personality. However, Mark doesn't seem as sweet as on his videos. I look over and he's possessing (Y/N). He's treating him like an object. When Mark goes to buy food for his dog, I see that as an opportunity to ask. "Hey, (Y/N), do you feel comfortable around him?" my heart beats to my chest, "Y-yeah, he's just protective of me is all..." he replies with an ungenuine smile. "He's protective of someone who isn't his to keep?" I don't want to push too much.               "stop...don't mention it." he whispers. I see him trembling and he slams down the tray on his table. I look over at the couch. "You're not just friends are you..." I sigh. He shakes his head and lowers his voice. "We're not together either, he just thinks we are and I let him sleep here because I need contact during the night." He explains. I flinch and my heart drops. 'contact during the night'? "Does he ever....or have you two ever..." I don't want to know. Mark walks in and heard me ask. "What me and (Y/N) do is none of your business!" he yells. I back away. "I think it's time you left!" he called out again. I placed my number near the plant before I left. After closing the door I heard yelling.

M: WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING? 

Y: I-I'm sorry, he started asking questions and I-

M: YOU WHAT? YOU THOUGHT YOU'D TELL YOU'RE ENTIRE LIFE STORY TO SOMEONE YOU'VE JUST MET?

Y: I'm sorry, Mark.

M: NO! I'M STAYING HERE AGAIN TONIGHT!

Y: O-okay...

Then silence. I walked away. I shouldn't have, but I would have made shit worse.

*That Night*

(SMUT AND TRIGGER WARNING!!! MENTIONS OF R*** AND SEXUAL ASSAULT!! MAY CAUSE DYSPHORIA: MENTION OF BREASTS!! DISCLAIMER: MARK ISN'T LIKE THIS)

Mark's POV:

I couldn't take this anymore. (Y/N) is mine!!! I need to let everyone know that! I walk into his room. He looks so hot laying there, so vulnerable, so... I smirk. So, contactless. I walk over and sit down, I start to stroke his leg. He wakes up. "M-Mark...what are you- get off me!" he yelled, I tut. I grab his wrist and twist it, "you'll do everything I say!" I order. Tears fill his eyes. "Understand?" I yell, he nods. I lay in his bed and switch on the lamp. "Put on a show..." I order. He stands up and stares at me as if he lost a grip on reality. "I SAID STRIP YOU USELESS MUG!" I scream. He flinched and removed his bedwear. I smile as he does so. He starts crying as his chest is showing. "A bit of both" I ponder. He shakes. I remove my clothes and stand in front of him. "On your knees!" I shout. He does and his tears fall down faster. "Get to it!" I yell again. So he does. His mouth wraps around my member and starts to bob. "FASTER~~~" I call out in an almost moan.