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Prompt: 30. “Did it ever occur to you that you’re hurting me too?”

Not My Intention

You couldn’t believe him. How could he hide this from you? He knew you loved him, and he loved you, but this changed… everything. “Darling-“ Dark’s hand reached out toward you and tried to speak but you cut him off, “How could you hide this from me?” You ask, confusion and betrayal laced in your voice.

Red and blue surrounded his body like an… aura of some sort, the sight otherworldly to you as his skin was now an ashy grey, his normal brown eyes a complete onyx black. “I thought I really knew you.” You said quietly.

His hand that was outstretched to you faltered a bit before it slowly fell back to his side. You two were in a strange place, nothing but endless black surrounding the both of you. You felt like the inky blackness would swallow you at any second. “You know I love you, so why?” You questioned.

“Why keep it from me that you’re a demon? I don’t understand. Were you never going to tell me?” You keep asking questions, making Dark frown. “I was doing it to protect you.” Dark responded.

“Protect me from what, Dark? Your own insecurities? You know I’d accept you for everything that you are.” Your anger was becoming increasingly prominent.

“To protect you from myself.” he answered, his hands clenching into gentle fists. “The last thing I’d ever want is you to be afraid of me.” he explained. You scoff at his response. “I didn’t want to risk ruining we have.” he added, taking a step toward you, but you took one back.

“Well did you ever even think about how I’d feel about you lying to me? Did it ever occur to you that you’re hurting me too, especially by keeping a secret like this from me?” You ask, your eyes slowly starting to gloss over with tears.

“I-“ he started and you just shook your head, “No. I don’t want to hear it. Please, just… I need time to think and I need space.” You say.

Originally from one of the chapters that was dulled out as this was getting to be too much for a single chapter-- enjoy <3

DARKIPLIER x READER

TW // CNC, Blood, Knives, Mind Corruption, Pain Inducing Scene

Both Partners gave verbal consent beforehand, this was a planned scene. Don't sue me.

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But, you didn't like this. You didn't want it to go where it was heading.

"You'll learn to like this, my dear. It's just something to get used to." He tried to comfort you. His voice was so soothing, but you tried to not let it get to you.

But, what frightened you the most is that you found yourself to be fully undressed.

"Please, don't do this." You begged, shaking your head while you felt a hand graze over your calf, and up to your knee.

"But baby, isn't this what you deserve?" Dark cooed while he lingered over you, now directly above you.

You didn't respond as you felt your mind just accept this.

"God, you're beautiful." He growled, forcefully kissing you. Something about him was so intoxicating. His touch, although you were terrified was so alluring. You wanted to be in his grasp. This was far better than anything you have had yet with him... so might as well take it.

"See? I can be soft and gentle, this is how I normally am, my sweet. Don't you forget that?" He assured you, slowly moving his bites and nibbles down your jaw, you felt a forced whimper come up your throat. Your body was enjoying this, but was your mind?

Your thoughts battled each other, whether you should let this happen, or struggle. Maybe you do want it.

"Yes, maybe you do." His breath was ice cold, sending shivers down your spine as he began to leave deep purple marks along your neck and down to your collarbone.

You felt his kisses slowly meltdown to your breasts, leaving all sorts of bite marks scattered on them. Your subconscious forces your hips to buck slightly for more, Dark looks up at you- a seductive grin plastered on his face.

To be practical, you were grinding on him, to the point that you realized it- somewhat feeling something firm that was covered more or less rubbing against your heat that began to grow. His breath hitched in the pleasure you are giving him.

"Aren't you a needy girl, huh." He cooed, watching your body be desperate for his soft and sensual touch. You nod, embarrassed- you looked away.

But, his hand gripped onto your jaw, making you stare at his dark gaze.

"But, I am afraid I cannot fulfill your needs just yet, darling. You have to have patience, you have to wait for it." That once nurturing body language that he obtained was soon fading away, as he now had you wrapped around his finger, and he's going to enjoy it.

His calloused hands that caressed you in ways you couldn't comprehend left your body, the bed now empty- the only pressure on it was your restrained self. As he got up, he left to get something across the room. There was a metal basket- what was contained inside it was hidden. He picked up the tiny holder and set it on the end table near your head.

He looked down at you, but all you saw was his silhouette, stalking over you. Little did you know, he was just gazing down in admiration. You, submitting to him this easily. He picked up this tiny thing from the basket, but you still couldn't see it as he was blocking the moonlight that came glistening through the windows behind him. You watch him take this small thing- hovering it over your skin. A small drop of water, cold cold water, fell onto your skin.

Of course, it's ice.

He then slowly traced it along your skin, the icy sensation going through your spine as your back arches, trying to avoid it-- but unable to. Your breath hitches as the ice tread its' way to your areolas- circling one just lightly enough to make them hard. He then lifts the ice, going to the other, then back down onto your chest, sliding it down to your stomach and abdomen. The cold residue of water rests on your skin.

"It's so peculiar when I see you enjoy this, I can see it in your eyes," Dark suspired, now letting the melted ice pool on your abdomen. The cold water now dripping down your sides as you feel yourself arch your back again- it doesn't help that when you do that, the water is now down your back, seeping into the made bed beneath you.

"Even though you deny it, don't you, pet."

That name ticked off something in your head, the need to struggle- you had to. You can't just let him corrupt your mind this easily. Although you want him to win, you want to fight. Let him earn this control over you, and so you did.

Dark hovered over you again, this time just observing you- your body language.

"I thought I was closer than this... alright then." He got up again, then taking off the blazer he had one, now revealing the vest that covered his white button-down. He then rolled up his sleeves up to his elbows, revealing his toned forearms and hands to their complete power.

Dark then took something out of his back pocket. Something metallic- and he flicked it open. The moonlight reflected off the sharp edges.

"You know your safeword." He reminded you, you nodding in return. The flattened edge of the pocket blade hovered over your thighs.

He stood at the side of the bed, still in the way of your direct light with the moon, but still had a light on where he wanted it the most.

"Oh so bare thighs you have, pet- I can remedy that." Dark glided the tip of the knife just barely at your skin, making you jolt in shock.

You felt a slight sting when you did move, causing him to lean to your face, pressing his free hand onto your throat.

"I suggest staying still if you don't want to suffer the consequences." His tone was stern. One wrong move and you would be out of there with more than a mark.

You nodded quickly, his grip on your throat loosened, but was still there- just keeping you still as best as he could. The restrains sure did help.

The tip of the knife went back onto your skin, not enough to break any tissue- but to feel a sharp edge. It was cold, it honestly felt even colder than the ice, but maybe that's the point.

It then started, you felt a much more striking sting, the warm blood trickling down into your inner thighs and onto the black bedding beneath you. You whimpered, your breath hitching as he continued making his art on your thigh. Tears began to pool at the edges of your eyes- an occasional few drops slid down your face into your hair.

"Keep breathing and it will hurt less, I promise," Dark said, not looking at you while you stared at his shadowed body standing by you.

He is very perceptive, monitoring you at all times- it was very helpful.

After a couple of minutes, you felt him lean over, applying pressure onto the bed as he began to lick up some of the blood that was still on your thigh. Although it was one way to clean up, it was still a painful one as his tongue glided over the mark he left on you.

"Would you like to see it?" He went over to the end table, grabbing a handheld mirror.

You didn't respond, so he showed you anyways. He reflected the mirror in a way so you can see his signature, carved into your right thigh. It was bloody but perfectly outlined.

You only could react in a muffled whimper as you bit your lip, the pain the only thing on your mind. You had a love/hate relationship with it.

"The stinging will be gone soon, there will be many other things for you to focus on, don't worry Bunny." Dark set down the mirror and knife on the end table.

As much as he seemed to be caring and nurturing over you, how you're doing- you knew he enjoyed seeing you in this state, in this pain he's causing. This way of submitting and letting him do this to you, yet you think you're fighting it. Pitiful.

Isn't it fun when a thought pops up in your head, and it isn't even yours?

For what seemed like an impulse, Dark went to the foot of the bed, undoing the shackles that were on your feet. One after another, you scrunched your leg, sort of defending yourself- a shield in a way. But, would it block him from getting what he truly desires.

Dark knew you would react this way, unfortunately. His goal by the end of this all is to embed himself into your mind, submitting to him instantly- no fear, no doubt, just him.

He slid a box out from under the supported bed- a thin yet sturdy black rope was now in his possession.

You watched him in silence as he began to grip onto your leg, tying a knot around your thigh, wrapping it around to your calf. The only audible thing was your breathy whimpers and the friction of the rope and his aggressive clutch.

He then did the same to your other leg, now both legs bound their respective calves. You lied there, on your back, each hand-tied cuffed to the ropes on the opposing corners on the headboard, and legs wounded in a beautiful black rope.

Red~ drabble. Vampy Dark. Human reader.

You were a simple person. You liked books, tea, history, cozy sweaters, warm fires, rainy days when you didn’t have to do anything, the occasional baking even. You were well aware that you didn’t need anything fancy to live. Perhaps that’s why you moved to this little town.

Droptal was a quiet town, with quiet people. While it had a decent population, it was still maintained as peaceful. There was a larger city down the highway, but the miles of forest conservation only had an upraised road to ensure that humans could travel, and animals would stay off of it. It also ensured that people wouldn’t try to combine the cities into one.

You liked Droptal. You had found a rather small house in an estate sale. The lady who lived there died of old age, and was rumored to have been the ‘town witch’ of sorts. Some locals even believed it might be cursed, but..

You couldn’t bring yourself to care. Especially not with that tarot deck in your pocket.

You had taken a couple classes at the smaller university at the other side of town even. That’s where you met him..

Dark D. Doom. A charming literature teacher that smiled with just slightly too much fang.

Not that it mattered to you.. you were more entrapped with the way he looked at you.. you daydreamed about what he’d taste like.. how his arms would feel around you... if he would be the types to leave marks on you..

And it had turned out, he hadn’t been thinking much differently either.

It started with a conversation in a library.. eventually a coffee, and soon enough at his home, on his couch, in his blankies. He complimented just how good you looked there, surrounded by his possessions, and one thing led to another...

And now you’re dating a possible vampire.

Sure, you weren’t for certain, and whenever you asked he just played it off as a joke, but... there was a very intuitive feeling you had.

Of course what vampire was obsessed with blueberries? He had a couple rows of blueberry bushes, and he had stacks of them canned in his fridge. Not to mention he seemed to take part in a lot of the old arts.. even the more feminine ones.

You loved watching him embroider.. he did it like a seasoned professional. His hands were a bit calloused and he didn’t seem to worry about poking himself.

It all came to head when you were trying to cook something in the kitchen, and accidentally cut your finger. It wasn’t a bad cut at all.. but there was blood. Dark was on you in a second, a bit panicked, and that’s when you noticed.. red eyes.

You bit your lip as he carefully took your finger into his mouth, not sure if you should be worried or horny at this point.

Perhaps a bit of both.

“Darky?” You mumbled.. before he let go of your finger. When you looked the place had already clotted over. Dark licked his lips, his eyes still red in color, before he pinned you against the counter.

You gasped before he caught your lips, his hands in a possessive hold on you. A hand slipped in your hair, the other around your waist, keeping you right where he wanted you. You kissed back, unsure of what else to do.

Finally he pulled back slightly to give you some air, a slight blush haven gone to his cheeks. You stared at him, before pointing, “vampire.”

Dark didn’t seem amused in the slightest. At first he started pulling away, but you quickly grabbed him. Sure he could have easily gotten out of your grip, but he didn’t. You looked up at him with a smile... “is this why I don’t make your heart pound?”

... deadpan. “My heart can’t.. exactly do that. Is that really your first reaction to this? Are you well?”

So @narutofoxlover wanted to see a story where Dark has a breakdown after remembering the events of You-Know-What…and the Reader walks in to see this happening and comforts him about it.

(Note: Y/N is not the District Attorney)

Hope ya’ll like and prepare for a boatload of feels :’D (also if there’s any mistakes lemme know)

@jim-and-jims-protection-blog and @mayor-damien-protection-squad since you said you wanted to see something like this..I figured I’d tag ya, too ^^

It was just like any other day at Ego Inc.

The meeting had prematurely ended after it, once again, failed to yield any effective results, and everybody had retreated back to their quarters.

You, however, were walking down the hallway, humming a small tune as you made your way back to Dark’s office. In your hands was a hot and steaming cup of black coffee, which he had requested that you bring to him, considering that he didn’t sleep too well prior to today’s meeting…or so he claimed.

‘Do demons even need sleep?’ Your mind pondered at this thought, but you then shook your head. ‘Eh, demon or not, everyone needs their boost of caffeine now and then.’

Resuming your humming, it wasn’t too long before you reached his office. You knocked gently on the tall, black door. “Dark? It’s me. I have your coffee.”

Oddly enough, you didn’t get any response.

So you knocked a bit louder the second time, just in case he didn’t hear you before. “Dark? You in there?”

Now you did get a response this time, however…it was in the form of shaky breaths and small whimpers of pain. You blinked in surprise, worry forming a knot in your stomach as you gripped the doorknob.

“Hey, is everything alri-?”“

But when you opened the door, you nearly dropped the cup in your hand when you saw the state of the room.

He backed into the corner as he tried to hide himself. Fear and panic setting in and making his image flicker in and out. It was happening again, he was going to die again. What if he didn’t come back? What if he really died this time? “Damn it Wil, damn you,” he cursed as he held his head in pain.

In all actuality, he wasn’t dying, he hadn’t been shot but old memories were making him feel the pain all over again. He saw Wilford before he was Wilford, when he was the colonel and it made him both sad and angry. ‘Why does he get to live a happy, carefree life while I have to rot away,’ he thought to himself bitterly.

The small light attached to the ceiling was swinging, an agonizing squealing sound coming from the moving light, causing me to hiss. My head was pounding, I was still sniffling from the injury just ensued on me, and the voices getting more busy as the seconds went by. A smacking sound interrupted me from all of the painful sensations I was feeling. Something was in the room with me, I sniffed and a tear slowly fell down my cheek.   "Don't cry my angel..." a huge pale figure appeared in front of me in the dim moving light, his thumb caressing my cheek wiping the tear away. It was a man, or so it appeared, with gray like skin with black eyes and what appeared to be jet black hair. He had a strong build and a soothing voice, if I wasn't so terrified I'd say he was quite attractive. "Aww darling... that's so sweet of you to say of me," his hand still holding my chin up, his thumb still resting on my cheek, a warm sensation growing from his hand against my skin, it was as if a fire was burning right next to my face it was so warm...   "You can hear my thoughts...?" I pondered, terrified to move with his demanding but gentle grip on me. He was terrifying but charming, I've never been more confused. "Well you see kitten I can hear your thoughts because I'm a demon, a dark entity who can do many things humans can't. I'm sorry if I frightened you, it's just I've waited so long to get you here..." the man smirked, his plan coming into play as he wished, as I wondered why he wanted me of all people. "What do you want with me? Why me? Why am I so special?" I screeched at the man. "I've watched you for a long time, you're beautiful, smart, and different, you're like me... and I love you," the man stated. "I don't even know you! How do you know who I am??" I screamed at the man. I was a young woman who was just living her normal life, this isn't possible. "You're a creep! How long have you been watching me you perv?!" I screamed. I need to get home now, I thought. "You won't be going anywhere anytime soon," the man replied sternly. I tensed up, I tried to dart to the other side of the room, suddenly I wasn't moving anywhere, the man had some sort of hold on me, yet he wasn't physically touching me. How could I forget? He is a demon. Well... considering this is the first time I have had to not only deal with someone kidnapping me, but it's a creep whom is a god damn demon for god's sake!  I stop struggling against the man's hold on me, there is no point, I won't be able to escape unless he is distracted. As soon as I stop struggling I suddenly start to slide backwards towards where I originally was in the cement room. Except I was caught by a set of arms around my waist, this so called 'Dark' was holding me. I was spun around so we were facing each other, I have never been so scared in my life.

  "My darling, you must know..." Dark suddenly had a knife pressed against my cheek, it wasn't firm enough to pierce my skin, but hard enough to have me worried. His other arm holding my waist firmly, his fingers pressed upon my hip surprisingly gentle, "You either stay here, keeping me company, or no on will lay their eyes upon your beautiful face again" Dark smirked. I was shaking at this point, my head going fuzzy, I'm stuck here, for I don't know how long with a person who can do anything with a snap of his fingers. A monster.

2. “You make a good pillow.” 9. “I wish we could stay like this forever.”

Good Morning

Slow kisses against your neck woke you from your slumber, slowly trailing down to your collar bone. A gentle hum emitted from you as the kisses continued. “Good morning.” Dark’s deep voice rumbled upon hearing your hum, his kisses ceasing.

“Good morning.” You mumbled back, your eyes remaining closed. His arm was wrapped around your waist, his head resting down on your collarbone after a few moments, a content sigh emitting from him. “Sleep well?” You ask quietly, one of your hands coming up and tangling in his hair, your eyes remaining closed.

“I did. Did you?” he asked in response and you nodded. He hummed a little, your hand slowly starting to run through his hair. “You make a good pillow.” he muttered, making you smile a little. “Do I?” you asked and he nodded.

You could hear the gentle chirp of birds outside, their morning melody beautiful sounding, as always. You didn’t have to check the clock to know why at time it is, since Dark usually woke you up with good morning kisses around the same time every morning. “I wish we could stay like this forever.” You spoke after a few minutes of silence, the blankets down to both of your waists, exposing your upper halves to the lukewarm air.

“Me too.” he agreed, his arm tightening around your waist a bit, your hand carding through his hair.

Markiplier Egos:

Darkiplier:

Not My Intention | Angst | “Did it ever occur to you that you’re hurting me too?”

Good Morning | Fluff | “You make a good pillow.” “I wish we could stay like this forever.”

Illinois:

Not So Lucky | Angst | “Please. Let me help you.”

Actor Mark:

Not Alone | Angst | “Please look at me.” “Stop pushing everyone away.”

Wilford:

Empty.