Markiplier Imagines

70. The Tape

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Boxes. There were boxes everywhere. You were moving in with your boyfriend, Mark. He had been helping you unpack for the last hour.

You had went through so many of your old stuff; yearbooks, baby pictures, love letters from old boyfriends, old birthday cards... It was like walking down memory lane!

"Aww look how cuuuute!" Mark said, referring to a baby picture of yours. You rolled your eyes;

"Could you gimme that?" You said, snatching the picture from him. It was the fifth time he's done that!

Mark had pulled out a strange envelope from one of the boxes labeled 'junk.' He had a puzzled look on his face when he saw it. He was confused, but you weren't;

You knew exactly what that envelope contained.

And Mark could not see it.

You quickly grabbed the envelope from him and ran out of the master bedroom. You had ran into the kitchen, jumped over Chica who had been laying on the floor, turned the corner ran into the guest bedroom, and stopped.

You were trapped.

Mark had been chasing you this entire time, confused as ever. When he saw you were cornered, he nearly jumped over the guest bed to get to you.

You turned around and clutched the envelope to your chest;

"No! Mark don't! Leave me alone!!" You had shouted.

"(Y/N)! What the hell is wrong with you? Just give me the damn envelope!" Mark had shouted at the same time, trying to get the envelope.

You quickly shoved the envelope under your shirt and crawled through Mark's legs and ran to the bathroom this time, locking the door behind you.

"(Y/N)!" Mark said, pounding on the door. "Open this door!"

"No!"

"Why not? What's in that envelope?"

"... A tape." You replied. You could tell Mark was confused.

"What's on the tape?" He asked.

"Nothing." You said.

"Then if it's nothing..." Mark said, pounding on the door. He pounded so hard, the door had flung open! "Then we can watch it together!"

He grabbed the envelope from under your shirt and proceeded to the bedroom. You trailed behind him, ashamed.

Still confused? Do you still not remember what you did?

It was long ago. It was your freshman year of college. You and your then boyfriend, Joey, were bored.

"Hey..." He had said. "Why don't we... do it?" He said. You nodded. "Alright!" You said, kissing him.

He broke the kiss;

"No, no... Let's do it... and film it." He said.

You gave him a look. It wasn't a bad idea, I mean you guys were gonna be together forever, right?

Wrong. He made it into a VHS tape and showed it to everyone. You managed to get the tape back, and you didn't know what to do with it ever since, so you just threw it in an envelope.

And now your boyfriend of one year is about to watch it.

"I think I have a VCR somewhere..." Mark said, shuffling through the closet.

You sat on the carpeted floor and hung your head. You were dead. (eyyy I rhymed that shit so freshly)

You were dead. Mark was gonna see you as a slut. A whore. A slutty whore, even.

He had finally managed to pull out his VCR. He had then plugged it in, got it all set up, and popped the tape in. You buried your face in your hands.

When you looked up, you saw a clearly younger version of you sitting on the bed in nothing but your bra and underwear. Joey had come into the frame in nothing but his boxers.

"Is this... what I think it is...?" Mark had managed to say. He was so shocked, he couldn't keep his eyes of this screen.

"Yes. Can we turn it off now?" You said. Mark shook his head, grinning.

"No... I wanna see-" His words were cut off by you moaning in the tape.

"Oh my gooooossshhh!" You groaned, burying your face in your hands once again.

Mark flicked the TV off.

"...(Y/N). That was-"

"I know it was awful. But I was young and bored and stupid and I tried to hide it but-"

"Hot."

You gave him a look. "What?" You said, dumbfounded.

"Seeing you in action like that... I mean I've seen it first hand but... Damn..."

"You... You liked it?"

"Yeah, baby. You think we can make one of our own?"

"I mean, if you're up for it then-"

"Yeah. I really am."

"Well then let's do it." You smiled.

"Right after I finish my show." Mark winked, turning the TV back on.

You blushed as he watched you getting pounded... with a risen member clearly visible through his basketball shorts.

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