Markiplier Face Cam Novels & Stories

"Damon, I do have a favor to ask of you." Ethan had been so smug about his "Heir," hadn't he? He thought of me—his "barren" ex-mate-to-be—as nothing but dead weight. Fine. If we were going to break up, I was going to make sure it was loud enough to shake the foundations of the pack. I picked up my phone. I angled the camera to capture the large, powerful hand currently adjusting my IV drip. In the photo, the man’s hand was scarred from battle, his fingers long and dominant as they held my pale wrist.

Everyone stared at the beautiful YouTuber on the screen and momentarily forgot that their computers were being controlled. The livestream was divided into two split screens. A young man wearing a Pikachu headgear that covered his face suddenly appeared on the screen beside Chelsea's. He waved at the camera. "Hello, Ms. Wight. Hello, everyone." His voice was calm and emotionless. Since his face was concealed, everyone began to make speculations about who he was. Suddenly, someone called out, "Wait, that's Cameron Jones!" "Yeah, it's him. I remember him filming a short video for Allure Designs wearing that headgear before."

“Fill me with your cum, daddy! Make me your cum bucket!” He grunted, his own pleasure building to an unbearable peak. He was just about to explode, his vision was getting blurry, when the bedroom door suddenly burst open. “What the FUCK is going on here?!” a furious voice roared. Leo froze, his cock still buried inside Eleanor. He looked up, his eyes wide with shock. Mark stood in the doorway, his face contorted with rage and a small, sleek video camera clutched in his hand. He was a thin and wiry man with cold and calculating eyes, with his hair slicked back.

Adrian growls. He spits, and I feel the wet glob hit my asshole. He works it in with his thumb, circling the tight ring of muscle, pressing hard. It burns. He isn’t gentle. He forces the digit inside, stretching me, scissoring it to open me up. I cry out, my head falling forward, my hair curtaining my face. “Look at the camera,” Mark barks. I lift my head, forcing my eyes open. The lens is staring back at me, unblinking.

“Then… let my team do their job.” I nodded frantically, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “I won’t betray you. I promise.” Marcus set up the camera quickly. With shaking hands, I sat in front of the laptop, the live feed ready. The countdown on my phone hit 04:12. Four minutes and twelve seconds. I took a deep breath and started the live stream. The red light came on. Millions were already watching the world waiting for my statement. My voice trembled as I spoke directly into the camera.

The club’s restroom was dimly lit, the bass from the music outside thrumming against the walls. Robin pressed me against the counter, his hands roaming over my body, his breath hot against my skin. I played the part well.. just enough push and pull, just enough teasing to keep him hooked. And then... The door swung open. Robin barely had time to react before Marco stepped inside, a camera flashing once before disappearing. Robin froze. "What the... " Marco smirked, holding up his phone. "Smile, Smith. You’re about to go viral." Panic flashed across Robin’s face. He staggered back, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "This is a setup."

“You’ll get front row next time.” “Why use that old thing anyway?” Corey asked, annoyed. “It sucks. Our phones are better.” Mark smirked, his gaze glued to the tiny screen replaying my shame. “Because I promised her no phones. Never said anything about cameras.” He leaned back again, watching the video, hardening all over again. Things weren’t over.

Marco barked, his voice booming over the noise. I turned to see a photographer appear from behind. He had a camera perched on his shoulder, ducking and weaving to avoid Marco’s swinging arms. Despite Marco’s attempts to block him, he managed to push forward, shoving the camera straight into my face. “This is harassment,” I said, trying to maneuver my way out of the situation. The lady wasn’t giving up, and neither was her assistant. Marco, on the other hand, was growing more irritated by the second. He shoved his hands forward, trying to grab hold of them. I had to stop him too.

Walking around in almost nothing, happy to do whatever was in their power to please the men… Not for her… Absolutely not for her… AJ, Tristan, Jarred and Max all showed up. They sat outside and the women all knew to be there ready for whatever way this was going to play out. “I still can’t believe it…” Jarred shook his head. Marla was serving the men drinks. Lillianna quickly poured AJ a scotch and handed it to him. “Yeah…” Tristan nodded his head. “Is he dead?” Max now. “He wishes he was.” AJ replied shrugging his shoulders. “Out of all the people in the world, he had to be a cop? I fucking liked him man…” Jarred said. It felt like somebody had spilled icy cold water down her spine. Paul? N

All of a sudden, something silver gleamed under his nose. Take us to Lawrence . Miles was pointing a starshot at Daniels neck. The brim of his baseball cap hid his eyes, but his mouth was screwed in a nervous grimace. Noah was dumbstruck. You--you have a starshot. Miles! Shelby whispered fiercely. "What are you doing with that thing?"