Markiplier Face Cam Novels & Stories

She beamed, but Garvin showed Mark the video coverage on his phone before she spoke. Mark was amazed to find out that the videos were captured by hidden cameras around the car, which to the normal eyes would only be mistaken for decorations. “That’s spectacular. Where did you get it?” Mark asked, already interested in purchasing one. “From a little boy.” Amusement laced Iris’s tone as she spoke; Mark could not help being surprised. “A boy? So, where is he, and what do you intend to do with it?” he asked, looking for a way to ask her to gift it to him. Garvin stared helplessly at Iris.

“You made me explode. Want to see it?” I bit my lip, still buzzing from how nasty I’d just been. “Yes… show me.” There was a short pause, then his camera turned on. First, his face filled the screen….a handsome man in his late thirties or early forties, sharp jaw, dark hair with a bit of gray at the temples, and intense eyes staring right at me. He smirked, looking pleased with himself. Then he tilted the phone downward slowly, showing his broad chest, then his hard cock. It was thick, veiny, and still twitching in his hand as he slowly stroked it. Thick ropes of cum were splattered across the floor in front of him and dripping down his shaft and fingers.

She immediately closed her mouth and shook her head, taking a deep breath she finally answered him "Sure" A big smile broke out on Mark's face and he pumped his fist up in the air, while he continuously muttered "yeah yeah," he paused when he noticed Malia was still standing there "Umm.. can you forget what you just saw" he pleaded, his face flushed with embarrassment but Malia already had everything on Camera. "I will but I doubt my phone will," she said, wiggling the phone while trying to hide a smile. ::::::::::::::::::::: END :::::::::::::::::::::

I ask. “You.” He lifts the phone slightly. “Can I?” I should probably feel self-conscious—I’m wearing nothing but Ronan’s shirt, my hair is a volcano, and I’m pretty sure I have a hickey somewhere on my neck. There was a lot of biting last night. The camera clicks a few times, and Malachi smiles. “Perfect.” “Let me see,” I demand, walking back inside. He shows me the screen, and I barely recognize myself. The woman in the photo looks happy. Peaceful. Loved.

dont ruin the fun for us tf @taylorscissorsiykwim eh, leave the party poopers behind. buuuuut OMG cameron is getting it!!! im happy for him if he is!!! @camramintome OMGGG GUYS LISTEN I STALKED HER INSTA & FB & TWITTER AND STUFF AND SHE JUST MADE THEM PRIVATE OMG @camnic5ever what is up with this shit again smh

Helen-Nora asked, her own hand unconsciously placed over her chest. Marcus pulled out a tiny, almost invisible pin from his tactical bag. "This is not a cam. It's a tiny recorder, audio and video, disguised as a plain lapel pin. It'll feed live directly to my phone, encrypted. If something goes down, we'll have live feed." He handed it to her. "Put it high, just about your collarbone. Aim it at his face."

"I'm a p**n star." Marcus chokes on his drink. Jackson's eyes go wide. "Seriously?" Jackson asks. "Seriously." I pull out my phone, show them my verified account on one of the major sites. "Been doing it for five years. Love my job." "Holy shit," Marcus mutters, scrolling through. "I've actually—" He stops, his ears going red. "Seen my videos?" I finish for him, amused. "It's fine. That's literally the point." Liam comes back with my drink—something blue and strong—and immediately the other two start whispering to him. I watch his face change as he processes the information, going from confused to shocked to very, very interested.

Before he stood up to bring out his phone to show him the video, the same video that he had uploaded on the internet a few days ago. “I’m sure you are familiar with this, it was the hot news few days ago. When i digged around and i tracked down the ip address of who has uploaded this video, it all comes down to you. Which i have only one question for you, “ Marco said, coming to place his hand on Reporter Kim’s shoulder and pressed down on it which made him whimper in pain. “How did you get this video, no, why did you upload the video?”He asked, getting into a serious mood.

Mark instructed. “Yes, Sir!” I replied. “EROS, you ready?” Mark asked. “Ya…” EROS replied with disinterest. The camera flashes were blinding, and I wished that I too had sunglasses on like EROS did. EROS stood and posed for the camera while the security guards were busy keeping the crowd at bay. “Keep back please!” “No pushing!”

Inside was a single device—sleek, black, humming faintly. “That’s new,” Eli murmured. Damian stepped closer. “He planted it recently.” As if in response, the device clicked. Then the old CRT monitor on the wall flickered to life. Eli took a step back. “Oh, no…” The screen filled with static—and then, Carter’s face appeared. He looked older than the last video, hair slicked back, a faint scar running down one cheek. But his eyes were the same: intelligent, predatory, and strangely calm.