(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.
"Do not make fun of me at this point," he muttered, popping the tab on his can. "I had the game on the hardest difficulty possible, at the last damn level, and the whole thing crashed."
I snorted, taking a sip from my own glass as I nearly choked with laughter. I swear, he was so CUTE when he got mad! My reaction got him even more worked up, because he growled and stomped over to the couch, arms folded over his chest.
Looking up after a few moments of pretending he wasn't there, my breath caught in my throat at the look he was giving me. While he'd been in Las Vegas, Mark had gotten a new haircut, and with the addition of his lost glasses... He had somehow managed to become even more attractive than he already was.
Shaking myself from the hotness-induced stupor, I smiled sweetly and closed my laptop. "Can I help you with something, sweetie? You seem to be staring."
He rolled his eyes again and growled. "Do you even care that it took me 4 hours to get to that point in the game? Or that my back is killing me from sitting so long?"
My eyes narrowed, offended at his accusation. Not care? Really? "Mark, you've asked me to not interrupt you while you're recording. What was I supposed to do, walk in and give you a massage? You're the one who chose to play the whole thing. And besides, what about the FNAF hardcore play-through? You were in there for 7 hours!"
"The least you could have done was check up on me, I could've cut that out!" He practically yelled, walking into his room and slamming the door.
That asshole! How dare he put the blame on me! I wasn't the one who chose to sit on my ass all the time and play computer games. Throwing off the blanket I had over my lap, I marched over and into his room, not even bothering to knock.
I swung the door shut behind me and before he even had the chance to look up I went off. "First of all, how dare you!" I glared at him, hands falling to my hips. "I do nothing but nice things for you, Mark. How dare you accuse me of not caring! You asked me to not interrupt and that's what I did!" My voice rose and I yelled at him. I could see the veins on his neck begin to pulse as I made him even madder, his hands clenching into fists. Good. If this was getting him worked up, it should.
"How inconsiderate can you be?!" I started again, only to be cut off by Mark jumping off his bed, eyes ablaze as he threw me into the wall. A gasp tore from my lips at the fierceness behind his actions; he'd never hurt me, but the way he held me against the wall made my breath hitch. He glared at me, and I noticed his eyes had grown darker than normal. Wait a minute...
"Do you have any idea... How fucking much it turns me on when you're mad?" Mark growled, catching me completely off guard. I stared at him, his dark eyes boring holes into mine and I shivered. God, this was not his usual behavior.
Honestly, we didn't get into screaming matches. Only when we were both worn out or had just had enough of one another. It only happened on a very rare occasion, and it always ended with us apologizing and trying to make up for it.
So why now, after the couple of times I had yelled at him, was it turning him on? I mean, I wasn't complaining: I had wanted him for a while, but never had the courage to ask, for fear of being turned down.
"Mark..." I tried to speak but my voice cracked, my nerves getting to me. Before I could open my mouth again he pressed his finger to my lips, a devilish grin spreading across his face.
"Don't speak," he whispered, leaning in and pressing up against me. "You have no clue how hard it's been to hold myself back this whole time. I know it was still a little early in our relationship but I've been wanting you since that first fight we had."