[Author's note: This is a very short chapter, please see an important note at the end.
And here's the smut. I mean, it's not a lot, just enough to make a point (?). Just forewarning, I'm not going to pull Darkiplier out of character just for a nice smut scene. He is manipulative and merciless. There's reasoning behind everything he does, and he does nothing for other's sake or pleasure. It's not a very long scene, but if you're not cool with violent/borderline-abusive smut, then go ahead and skip to the next Author's Note (it will be bolded like this one).
If you're sticking around, here ya go. I've never attempted writing smut before, so here goes nothing...]
I let out a cry of pain as he slams me against the floor. He bites at my neck, trailing down it to my collarbone. He runs his hands up my shirt, groping my breasts roughly, and despite the pain, I can't help but let out a moan of pleasure. I hear him chuckle beside my ear, and my face burns red.
He pins my hands beside my head, gripping them tightly as his lips work against mine. I can feel his tongue force entry into my mouth and I feel overwhelmingly dominated. It's now that I notice he's straddling me, sitting on my hips to keep me from moving, and I feel incredibly vulnerable.
He dives back down to my neck, kissing and nipping his way to my ear. My throat catches as his hot breath fans over me and I jump at a sharp pain just behind my left ear. His left hand is holding my chin firmly in place while the other is beside my face. I can feel his nail pierce skin behind my ear and let out a cry of pain.
He chuckles, bringing my arms up above my head and pinning them there with one hand. His other lifts my shirt slightly and he scoots back. I can feel his fingers run their way down my stomach and stop just above my pants. He pulls the front down slightly and I whimper with unease, closing my eyes.
After a breath's pause, I feel a sharp pain much like the one before. This one takes longer to go away and it's right where his hand was now. My back arches and I bite my lip from the pain, but soon I've collapsed, turning onto my side as he stands.
[Smut is pretty much over~ again, it wasn't much. It was just for him to prove a point to you]
I barely hear him chuckle over my heavy panting. "Now, I hope you understand, (MC). I have no interest in your emotions, your relationships or your life. I only want you to be mine. You..." He stoops down to grab my chin and pulls me into a sitting position, "are nothing but a pawn in my game. If you ever think yourself above this position, I will remind you once again of your place." He leans closer, running his tongue up my jawline, stopping at my ear. I hear his breath in my ear, and I tremble. "And I will do so in a much more... intense manner..."
He stands, dusting his shoulders before walking away. I don't watch him leave the room. I merely collapse, gazing up at the ceiling as a single spot on my lower stomach throbs with a sharp pain. I couldn't even feel the place behind my ear any longer; that pain was nothing compared to this.
I wrap my arms around myself, digging my nails into my skin as I sit up. I hiss from the pain, lifting my shirt to see scratches below my belly button, bleeding slightly. I make my way haphazardly to the restroom, looking in the mirror. Despite its reflected state, I know what the mark is; a cursive "D" carved into my skin.
That bastard branded me... I look at it, incredulous. I run a hand through my hair, leaning over the sink as I try to get a better look at the mark. This was too much. I didn't want any of this.
There has to be a way to fix this. There has to be a way to send him back. There has to be a way to set myself free.
[Afternote: I really need to say this; I hate writing smut. It's really hard for me to do, and I'm not very good at it in the first place. That said, the future storyline is kind of heavy with it, and overall, I'm just not feeling this story anymore. Sorry.
However, I will be writing a new story that's kinda close to me, as it's been a recurring, ongoing dream of mine. There's some slight changes, and I decided to make it into a fanfic about Teamiplier. It's specifically a Reader x Ethan story, but super light and fluffy. No lemons, sorry! That is, of course, the main reason I'm stopping this one, so I hope you understand.]
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The Dark's Lovely Puppet (Darkiplier X Reader) [CANCELED/INCOMPLETE]
FanfictionYou make a promise, not fully aware of its consequences. As things continue, your relation to this man begins to blur. Who are you to him? Someone special, or just a puppet in his grand scheme?