Markiplier Reaction Image Novels & Stories

“What the hell is wrong with you?” He spins around, eyes wide. “Whoa, I was just—” “Just what? Being a creep?” I snap. Aria’s laughter fades as she gestures toward her phone. “Uh, guys? This is life, you know?” The chat explodes with reactions, viewers captivated by the sudden drama. “Is this a prank?” “Wait, did she just slap him?” “LOL, get him, girl!” Maira shoots me a look, part surprise, part amusement. “Emily, did you just slap him?”

I bit my lip hard, trying to fight back the moans as Mark began slowly thrusting the massive dildo in and out of my soaked pussy while the butt plug buzzed relentlessly in my ass. "I’m… I’m okay, Jake," I lied breathlessly, my voice cracking. "Really, I just— ahh— had a little too much to drink earlier." Jake looked more alarmed now, leaning closer to his camera. "Yelena, that doesn’t sound like you at all. Are you crying? And what the hell is that sound? It sounds like… slapping? Is someone hurting you? I am seriously worried. Tell me where you are right now!" Mark chuckled darkly and slammed the dildo harder into me, the wet schlick-schlick-schlick sounds becoming louder and more obscene.

Him leaning over her, grinning, his hair messy, his expression loose in a way I hadn’t seen in years, the kind of expression he used to give me before he stopped pretending to care. Another. The two of them tangled together, sheets barely covering them, his face caught mid-laugh, hers turned toward the camera just enough to show the curve of her smile. I kept scrolling and there were more The article had been published an hour ago. Already thousands of shares. Tens of thousands. Comments pouring in faster than anyone could keep up with. Outrage. Mockery. Disgust. Memes already starting to circulate with captions that ranged from clever to vicious. I looked up at Alfred.

“Sit.” Ethan didn’t move. Viper sighed. “Suit yourself.” He walked to a table and pulled out a manila folder, tossing it at Ethan’s feet. Ethan bent to pick it up. Inside were photographs. Mark leaving buildings. Mark speaking to guards. Mark holding Mia’s arm during a gala. Mark carrying Mia after the attack. Mark watching her with something that looked… too close to love. Ethan ground his teeth. “You see?” Viper said. “He’s tightening the leash.”

“Uh… you’re trending.” I blinked. “What?” He turned the screen toward me — a sports gossip account had posted a side-by-side: me in Mason’s jersey during drills and Mason smirking beside me. The caption read: > Rivals or… something else? 👀 #Storm #Falcons It already had thousands of likes. “You’re welcome,” Mason said, walking past me with that damn smile. The locker room was chaos. “People are losing their minds online.” “Half the comments ship you two.”

He said, and my racing heart calmed. “Fuck!” I cursed as relief washed over me. “But I am still curious about what he can feel,” Mark said, and before I knew it, he extended the claw on his right index finger, lifted my shirt, and dragged his claw down my chest at an angle. I hissed at the pain and pulled on the chains as I growled. “Did he feel that?” “Fuck you!” I growled. “I'll take that as a yes,” he said, with a satisfied smirk that he finally got the reaction he was looking for.

I asked and he smirked and nodded a ‘yes’ “And I’m sure you’ve heard of that thing called OnlyFans,” he added. “I plan to use it for a hot business.” My head snapped up. “You’re insane,” I said, my voice shaking with fury. “You have completely lost your mind. You're sick Marek” He laughed softly, clearly amused.

He’s in the back seat. “Did we get enough?” “Watch it.” “Yes, I do not want any context with it.” The feed is clean. Every hit, every slap, every scratch. Thousands of hits already. It’s going viral. “You okay? You’re bleeding,” Liam asks, looking at my arms and face. “Trust me, I’ve been through worse. This stream is perfect.” Comments roll in. People take sides in seconds. The fight stream already has way more plays than the kiss ever did.

My throat tightened around him, thick spit pouring down my inverted face, mixing with the cum already drying there, mascara running black rivers. His tongue speared my clit at the same time, arms locked around my thighs holding me aloft, my heavy tits hanging and swaying, bells jingling wildly. Chad’s comment shot to the top of chat and pinned itself, 20k likes in less than 30 seconds. “THAT’S MY FUCKING GUY LEGEND SHIT” with a fire emoji at the ending.

I tapped the screen, and a video started loading. The moment it played, my soul left my body. I knew the background, and that godforsaken voice. It was me, standing in the boutique as I slapped Charles, his voice ringing out across the screen. “She’s lying! I didn’t cheat with Mark! I’m not gay!” The video rewound and replayed the line, this time with a voice filter and meme stickers slapped on his forehead. A cartoon closet door slammed shut behind him with the caption. “Charles was not ready for his soft launch.”