Markiplier sat in his room making his 50th video, when he heard a knock at his door... Who could that be? Wade? Bob? Cry? Jack? He stood up and answered that door, in the doorway stood a girl, from what he could tell you were around 24. You had H/C hair and E/C eyes, your head was tilted downward, tears streaming out of your eyes... A note in your hand.
"Hello? Who are you?" Mark asked with caution, gently reaching his hand out to put it on your shoulder. Your head snapped up, your hand, the on not holding the paper, came up and grabbed his. You then placed the paper in his hand, turned around and walked away.
"I hope your happy, Mark!" You yelled before you got into your 67 Impala and left.
"Happy? Happy with what?" He looked down at the paper... Sonograms? Why did you have sonograms? Wait... 'Shit.'
Flashback:
Mark gasped as the you rocked against him. Your whimpers signalled him that you were close. "M-Mark!" He groaned as your warmth squeezed him.
He leaned down and whispered in your ear, "Cum for me, Y/N." You arched your back, a choked gasp escaping your throat.
