How To Do Your YouTuber (Markiplier smutshots)

Anger Management

(A/N: So I may have been on tumblr too much and may have seen one too many gifsets of Mark looking ridiculously sexy. I know that boy is a dominant son of a bitch. GODDAMNIT MARK WHY U SO HOT????!??!?!? This is the gifset that mostly inspired me { http://markiplier-girl96.tumblr.com/post/122559090425/markisepticeye-im-just-going-to-leeeeeave }

The video game I talk about is one I made up. All my stupid idea. Also this is my first smut but we can not discuss that what even are you talkin' 'bout?

Anyway, I'd like to put two warnings here: There's a mention of depression. I actually struggled with that very thing a couple of years back, so it's very easy to relate. THANKFULLY I AM COMPLETELY HAPPY NOW AND SHALL REMAIN THAT WAY BUT, I just wanted to warn those who might find it a trigger. I don't prefer my readers to have to deal with bad memories. ^u^

OH. And of course, the other warning. SEXUAL CONTENT AHEAD. Enjoy, you pervs!)

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"NO I DIDN'T WANT TO DO THAT! AGHHHHH!"

A grin crossed my lips as I heard the yelling from Mark's recording room. Sounded like he was failing miserably at what he was playing. It always managed to amuse me, the ability for a grown man to get the absolute shit scared out of him by video games. He was currently working on a complete play-through of 'SPACE', an indie horror game that had just recently surfaced. I hadn't heard much about it, only that Mark was extremely enthusiastic about the whole concept of space and fear mixed into one game; he hadn't shut up about it for two days.

From his constant ranting, I'd gathered you were an astronaut exploring different planets and encountering unsavory characters on your trips. Things would turn violent and you'd have to do your best to get back to your ship before the creatures overtake you. Each level increased in difficulty, and every third level was a newer and harder planet, filled with more difficult creatures.

Despite how much he had talked about it, I couldn't be annoyed with him. He was so adorable when he fanboyed about the universe. How his eyes would light up, and he'd talk with his hands... Mark was just too cute.

And I was helplessly in love with him.

I hadn't expected to fall in love, nor even have the feeling reciprocated. It still amazed me to this day how quickly it all happened. We'd met back at a convention and had hit it off immediately. Exchanged numbers and a few weeks later, we were hanging out almost every day, becoming closer and closer. I enjoyed my relationship with Mark, because not only did I have someone to cuddle and watch a movie with, I had an encouragement.

I had suffered with depression for as long as I could remember. It took a lot out of me, dragging me down throughout high school and into adulthood. There would be days where I didn't feel like crawling out of bed, just pulling up the covers and sleeping for eternity. That was, until I discovered Mark and his channel. A subscriber since a few videos after he started, I had remained with his community for three years, because they were all such amazing and sweet-natured people. He and his 'Heroes' really helped me through some tough times, and for it I was forever grateful.

I jumped as a bunch of cursing and yelling came from Mark's room, something obviously having gone wrong. Giggling to myself, I imagined he had lost the game or had forgotten to do an important part of a level. Whatever it was, it really had him hot.

"Well, that did not go as planned."

I looked up from my computer screen as Mark came out of his recording room, running his hands through his hair and looking mad. A smirk tugged at my lips, and I laughed gently.

"Things not going your way, Markimoo?" I said, poking out my lips and reverting to a child-like pitch in my voice: an attempt to piss him off even more. What could I say, I thought he was adorable when he got irritated. He rolled his eyes, walking into the kitchen and grabbing a soda from the fridge.