markiplier x y/n You're the significant other (and editor) of Markiplier, rough sex,YouTuber, p in v sex, cream-pie, choking, degrading sex, a bit of arguing in the beginning, reader is referred to as y/n !
The soft glow of the computer screen illuminated the room as Y/N sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by a mess of cables, snacks, and empty energy drink cans. The familiar sounds of laughter and the occasional scream echoed from the headphones she wore. Markiplier, her boyfriend and the love of her life, was in the zone, filming another gameplay video. She couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm, even if it meant their evening plans had been tossed aside once again.
“Mark,” she called, voice laced with a mix of frustration and affection. “Can we please take a break? You promised we’d have some time together tonight.”
He turned to her briefly, adjusting his headset. “Just a few more minutes, Y/N. This level is really intense!”
“It’s always ‘just a few more minutes’ with you,” she shot back, her irritation bubbling. “You have to prioritize us too, you know?”
Mark sighed, his brow furrowing as he focused back on the screen. “You know how important this is to me. I’m trying to make this work for both of us.”
The air between them thickened with tension. Y/N felt a sting of disappointment in her chest. She loved Mark and admired his passion, but sometimes it felt like she was competing with a screen for his attention.
“Maybe you should just... do it alone then,” she muttered, bitterness creeping into her tone.
That got his attention. He paused the game, spinning around in his chair to face her fully. “What’s that supposed to mean? You think I want to do this alone?”
“Sometimes it feels like it!” she shot back, standing up. “I’m here to support you, but I can’t help but feel like I’m just a background character in your life!”
Silence hung heavily between them. Mark’s expression shifted from frustration to something darker, something more primal. His gaze locked onto her, and Y/N felt her breath catch. She wasn’t sure if it was the argument or something else, but she felt a rush of heat flood her cheeks.
“Fine,” he said, voice low and gravelly. “If you want me to show you just how much I need you...”
Before she could respond, Mark was out of his chair, closing the distance between them in an instant. He crushed his lips against hers in a heated kiss, the kind that stole the air from her lungs. It was passionate, filled with an urgency that rivaled the gameplay moments he left behind.
“Mark…” she breathed as he pulled away, his hands gripping her arms tightly, likely leaving marks of his possession.
“Shut up, Y/N,” he commanded, eyes darkening with a mixture of frustration and desire. “You’re mine. Don’t forget it.”
Y/N's heart raced as he pushed her back against the wall, claiming her space as his own. There was something thrilling about his dominance, and a part of her relished the shift in power dynamics. She wanted to fight him, but all she could do was respond to his touch.
“Mark, wait…” she gasped, only to be silenced as he pressed his body against hers, already moving lower, his mouth trailing down her neck, leaving fire in its wake.
“I’m going to show you just how much I want you,” he growled, his breath hot against her skin. “You’re going to feel every second of this.”
With a sudden move, he lifted her effortlessly, pinning her against the wall. He kissed her fiercely, hands gripping her thighs to keep her steady. “You think I don’t need you? You think I’d rather be alone?” His voice was a mix of anger and desperation, a raw declaration of his need for her.
“No, I just—” she started, but her words were cut off as he kissed her again, his hands moving to her throat, applying just enough pressure to make her heart race in both fear and excitement. She felt a rush of adrenaline, the thrill of danger mixing with the undeniable chemistry they shared.
“Admit it,” he urged, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes. “You love this. You need me too.”
“Yes,” she breathed, feeling the heat rising within her. “Yes, I do.”
With that, he crushed his mouth against hers again, their bodies moving together in a flurry of passion. Clothes were shed in a frenzy, leaving them exposed and breathless. The heated friction between them ignited a fire that neither could control.
“Tell me what you want, Y/N,” Mark commanded, his voice thick with desire.
“I want you,” she gasped, reveling in the sweet ache of his grip while also relishing the degradation. “Please, Mark.”
He granted her wish, entering her roughly, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her. The world around them faded as they became lost in each other, every thrust a heated reminder of their connection—passionate, wild, and a little bit reckless.
“Look at what you do to me,” he breathed, his voice a mix of lust and a hint of something darker. “You make me lose control. You’re so fucking perfect.”
The raw honesty of his words sent shivers down her spine. The intensity of their connection made every heartbeat resonate with need. He drove deeper, relentless, claiming her in every way imaginable. The roughness of their intimacy was electrifying, a dance of power and vulnerability that left them both breathless.
As they neared climax, Y/N felt herself teetering on the edge, her body responding eagerly to Mark’s every move. “Mark, I’m—” she gasped, but he silenced her again with a brutal kiss, choking back her words as he quickened his pace, driving her toward ecstasy.
“Can’t hold back now,” he growled against her lips. “Not after all that.”
With one final thrust, they both unraveled together, cries of pleasure mixing as they found release. The world burst into colors behind her closed eyes, and for a moment, it felt like everything else faded into oblivion.
Panting and spent, they pulled away, the reality of their earlier argument creeping back in. The thrill subsided, leaving behind a slight heaviness in the air.
Y/N glanced at Mark, feeling a mix of satisfaction and unease. “I didn’t mean what I said earlier,” she confessed softly, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I just... sometimes it feels like I’m not enough.”
He sighed, running a hand through his hair, frustration returning to his features. “Y/N, you are enough. I’m sorry if I made you feel otherwise. I get lost in this world I’ve built, and I never want you to feel like you’re anything less than my everything.”
She nodded, the weight of their earlier words hanging between them. It was all too easy to slip into misunderstandings, especially with the chaotic world of YouTube swirling around them. But as they lay amidst the remnants of their passion, one thing was clear—no matter the arguments or challenges, their bond was unbreakable.
“Let’s work on this,” Y/N said, reaching out to place her fingers through his. “Together.”
Mark looked at her, a mix of relief and determination in his gaze. “Together.”
In that moment, they both knew that love, no matter how intense or chaotic, was worth fighting for.
A/n this is my Second book I post on here let me know if I should make more mark books !