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Markiplier x Reader {Lemon}

This Markiplier x reader is by ---->  http://bektehterrible.tumblr.com/ 

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Rating: NC-17 for sex of a slightly rougher variety, cursing

Summary: playing frustrating games make you want to relieve stress. sex is a good stress relief. (literally just got this idea after watching Mark attempt the fnaf 20/20/20/20. you’ll know which part) Secret fic for Ficmas!

You were in the middle of a stream with one of your buddies. Ever since you moved out to LA, it was the one thing that let you hang out with all your old friends while getting in the time you needed to stream. You have your duties to your fans and your friends, why not take care of both.

Besides, it also gave you something to do while Mark was recording his videos.

Mark was the main reason why your viewers went from double to quadruple digits. You smile as you recall your first meeting: a flustered younger you wanting to get a fan pic and ending up having the most interesting and best convention weekend.

“Hey Y/N!” you hear in your headphones, “Head in the game dude.”

You shake your head and give your camera a big smile. “Sorry yall. Lost in thought.” You look over the comment section and laugh. “Yes I was thinking about Mark. Ya nosey bitches.”

Your friend groans. “Don’t get them started! They’re gonna want details…”

You shrug as you moves your eyes back to the game screen. “Not my problem.”

“What’s he doing anyway?”

You sigh. “Recording. Not sure what so don’t ask. I will say it’s a horror game so… we’ll see how tonight ends.”

You hear your friend laugh. “Now the comments are going crazy about when they’re gonna see the videos.”

You pout at the camera. “What? I’m not entertaining enough for you people?” You give the people a smirk before returning your concentration back to the game.

After an hour or so, you hear a door in the hallway open and slam shut. You jump a little and look down, seeing Mark walking toward the living room.

“What was that?” you hear through your headphones.

You turn back to the game. “Mark. The mic picked that up?”

“Yeah. He ok?”

You look in his direction again and see him making a line toward you, his body tense. His hair was a mess from running his hands through it in frustration and his glasses were off probably somewhere in the recording room. He stops walking right off camera and looks down at you. “you live?” he asks, his voice hoarse. He must have been screaming at the screen.

You nod, your eyes following the lines of his body. He was visibly tense, whole body radiating anger. His face was serious and neutral all except his eyes, which were dark as they pierce into yours.