Markiplier x Reader fantasies

Pluviophile

A/N: The chapter title's definition is 'someone who loves rain'. Mark mentioned it in one of his videos of 'To the moon' but I'm not 100% sure about this one. This chapter is how my reader and Mark met, I just had an inspiration. Sorry if all my chappies are out of order, I published them in order of how they came to me. Smutty one-shots for the win! Anyways, on to the chapter!

You're in your little apartment in L.A. and your AC doesn't work. Again. And the heat outside is intense, not a breath of fresh air to be had. You tried to bear it as much as you could but eventually you gave up and took a nice refreshing shower. The effects didn't last very long but at least, you're not all sweaty now. You take a decision right then and there to go out to see a movie. It's been a while since you saw one and you wanted to see the Avengers movie that got out recently. You put on a light cotton robe of your favourite colour, brush your hair into a braid to keep it out of the way and then you go out. When you arrive at the theater, you catch a viewing just in time to be able to buy popcorn and a soda and go take a seat.

It was a nice movie, you especially found Robert Downey Jr to be very handsome. When you get outside, you gaze in awe at the major thunderstorm going on. You're really excited because you love walking in the rain, especially after such a hot day. Luckily, you only had flip-flops like you always have in the summer unless you were going somewhere fancy. Before going outside though, you check to see if the thunder is really close or a bit removed from where you are by counting the seconds between the light and the sounds. Ok, good, it's a bit farther away, so there's little to no chance of getting hit by lightning. You come out of the theater and welcome the sensation of the droplets of water running down your skin. You smile as you watch the water run in rivulets all over the sidewalk. You revel in the sound of the water all around you. You're so engrossed in the sensations that you do not watch where you're going and you collide with someone. Your ankle twists a bit and you wince. Strong arms catch you and right you before you fall any further.

"Sorry miss, are you all right?" You hear a deep, velvety voice near your ears and you shiver a bit and it's not because of the rain. You turn around and you stand there, gaping. A very handsome man with slanted deep brown eyes, black hair and golden skin is staring at you with concern. He repeats his question in a more worried manner.

"Oh, um, yes, I'm ok, you caught me just in time! Sorry about that, I didn't really watch where I was going. I was enjoying the rain a bit too much, I think." You say sheepishly, still openly appreciating the view.

"That's ok, I wasn't really watching where I was going either and for the same reason." He says, embarrassed. You suddenly notice that you're in his personal space and try taking a step back. Your ankle decided not to support you so you stumble and he catches you again. Luckily, he spots a bench not too far from you and helps you to it.

"Sorry, it seems that I twisted my ankle a bit, I'm just clumsy like that."

"Is your residence really far from here?" He says, the concern radiating from his sensual voice.

"About 15 minutes at my normal walking speed."

"Can I help you back home?" You debate with yourself letting a complete stranger, albeit a really nice and hot one, know where you live and escort you there.

"Um, sure." He offers you his arm to help you walk. Along the way, you can't help but feel the play of his muscles beneath the smooth skin. About halfway, you just can't do it anymore, you have to stop on another bench to catch your breath.

"Ok, alright, I have another idea to help you home. Maybe you're not going to like it but it would be the easiest way to get you home."

"And what would that be?" You ask between pants.

"I could carry you." He's not meeting your eyes and oh my, is that a blush? This guy's too cute!

"Ok, I trust you even though I do not know your name yet."

"Mark."

"Y/N."

He then takes your hand to help you up and he scoops you up with barely a problem. You slip your arms around his neck and you sense him shiver. You're close enough to smell his perfume, musky and masculine without being overpowering. A tendril of heat shoots through your core and you gasp minutely. He's looking at you strangely but seems to brush it off. You give him directions to where you live, all the while admiring the scenery *wink*. He sneaks a few peeks himself and you catch a few times. You can't really blame him, your dress is thin and hugs your curves because of the rain.

After a few minutes, you finally arrive at your apartment building. He drops you gently so you can unlock the front door and he helps you getting to your floor. At your door, you shyly invite him inside to maybe have a glass of water or something. Too polite, he looks about to decline but you look at him and suddenly, he says yes. You unlock the door to your apartment and direct him towards your bedroom.

"I'm going to change clothes, you can wait in the living at the couch. I'll be able to hop along with the walls to help me."

"Ok, if you're sure. Just call me if you need any help."

He goes out of your bedroom, closing the door behind him.

You put off your dress and put on shorts and a t-shirt. You then hop along to the bathroom with your dress in hand. You put it on a hanger to dry over the bathtub. You come back to your bedroom, pick up a larger t-shirt and a pair of shorts that belonged to your father. You then go back to the living room, where he's sitting on the couch, looking uncomfortable.

"Here are some dry clothes for you. You can use my drier for your clothes. It's in the bathroom."

He thanks you and gets up to go change and dry his clothes.

When he comes back, he finds you flipping through channels on the TV.

"Ooh, I love that movie." He says in an excited voice. You smile in amusement, he's so adorable. He sits beside you on the couch. Both of your laughs echo in the apartment, even after the movie. You talk about anything and everything with him and you feel like you'll never be judged, you feel so comfortable around him even though you just met. Eventually, you both fall asleep on the couch.

When you wake up the next morning, your head is resting on his firm chest. You stay there, appreciating the feel of his smooth skin against yours and the calm beat of his heart just beneath your ear. You wonder if it could lead to more. You scoff to yourself. Of course not, he's gorgeous, he could have anybody, why would he go out with you. All you had going for you was a nice pair of boobs and cute eyes (feel free to insert your advantages here instead of mine). After a few minutes, you hear him wake up. You fake still being asleep. You feel him freezing a bit then relaxing, you hear him mutter the word cute as you feel his eyes on you. Now, it's your turn to freeze. Man, that took you by surprise. He felt that, his heart is beating fast now. You give up faking sleep and look him in his gorgeous chocolate eyes, your head still on his chest. You feel his hand cupping your cheek and you lean into it, closing your eyes with a tiny sigh. His breath catches and you feel his lips barely there, a butterfly's touch on yours. You catch him by surprise by kissing him back, just as softly. He pulls back and you catch his eyes. You can read so much in them. Shock, lust, happiness, tenderness. You pull him in a big hug and you whisper in his ears, gathering your courage.

"I know we just met, but I feel like I've known you all my life. I want to see where this could go but I want to take it slow."

You feel him position his mouth near your ear, making you shiver a bit.

"No problem, m'lady. Everything you just said, I could have said the same thing. However, I just have one question."

"Shoot."

"If I do this, is it too fast?" He says, kissing a bit behind your ear. A jolt of heat lances through you.

"N- No, that's just perfect!" You stammer embarrassedly. He continues down your neck until he's at the junction between neck and shoulders and then he's biting. Hard. Just the way you like it. You moan embarrassingly loud at that. It's been so long since you felt that.

"Ok, I think that's enough for now." You say, panting. You have a feeling he will test every single one of your limit in the most delicious of ways. You can't wait!