Markiplier X Reader : one shots (SMUT ONlY)

Her Night (Mark XXX Reader)

Her Night (Mark XXX Reader)

Inspired by: pinktardis11

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Mark and I have been married for three years now and we've been trying to have a baby for a while. No matter what we try nothing works and it's starting to make me think that he or I might be sterile and then me getting pregnant would be practically impossible.

The possibility was weighing heavily on our minds, even though neither of us would admit it to each other.

The sex we had was great. There was no doubt about that. But something was missing, always. The intimacy. Our sex life was always rough and fast. We had only really made love once or twice in our three years of marriage.

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One night, Mark was very frustrated. Things with his family were falling apart and the stress he was feeling was killing him.

I thought if I made him dinner he might calm down and talk to me about it. But honestly, I was still upset about our pregnancy dilemma. It was hard for me to hold back the tears when I saw Mark sit down at the kitchen table and slump over with angered and sad eyes.

I finished supper and set the table before serving Mark and I. Once I got both of us a glass of water I sat across from him at the table. He didn't move or look up at me when I sat or even put the food in front of him. "Are you alright, Mark?" I asked quietly.

His head slowly moved up and looked over at me. "Does it look like I'm alright, (Y/N)?" He asked in an annoyed manner. "Sorry to bother you-" he cut me off. "You can't just let me think, can you?" He again questioned more irritated than ever.

I sat there being belittled by my husband with my head in my hands over the table. More depressed than before. "Now what's wrong with you?" He looked at me with an annoyed expression and tone of voice. I slowly lifted my head and dropped my hands, revealing a tear dripping it's way down my left cheek. "Because I can't give you what you want..." I said quietly. "And what is that?" He stared at me with his head tilted in a menacing way. "A FUCKING BABY!!" I screamed at him as the tears rolled down both of my cheeks.

Mark looked at me in awe. "(Y/N), I'm-I'm sorry..." He whispered standing up from the table and tried to come over and comfort me, but I pushed him away. "No! You don't get to say sorry, I'll just fall right back into your hands and I don't want that! And just because your family isn't cooperating and you're stressed, doesn't mean you get to treat me like complete shit, Mark!" I yelled at him as he backed away.

Collapsing to the ground breathing heavily, I was shocked at what I just said to him. My back was now up against the wall as I hugged and cried into my legs.

"(Y/N), I-I will take the couch tonight if you want me to." He whispered. "No. You sleep in the bed. I don't wanna have any reminders of you." I spoke softly and as calm as possible, but I could feel the words cut through him like knives. "A-alright, I'll be upstairs if you need me..." He said before leaning down and kissing me on my forehead. "I'm sorry." He whispered again.

Once Mark left and went upstairs I cleaned up the dinning room and put our food in the fridge, since neither of us had ate anything. As I sat on the couch I couldn't stop thinking of how much I loved and hated this man at the moment. I wasn't sure if I wanted to grow old with him or wanted to get a divorce. Nothing could stop these thoughts other than sleep, so I tried and eventually I passed out.

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Mark's POV:

I felt like shit for being that way with her. She didn't do anything and I was just taking out my frustration on the nearest source. (Y/N).