Devil In Disguise [Darkiplier x Reader]

Chapter Six: OwO What's This

A/N: This is how I'm kind of imagining Dark's apartment, but his would be... edgier? Do you know what I mean?

Side note: This is a big boi chapter and yes, this is another case of me not being able to figure out a name for a chapter.

Side note part two: I have "Non-stop" from Hamilton stuck in my head and it won't go away.
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Dark guided you to the elevator and took you to the top floor. Once the doors opened, you expected to see a hallway with separate rooms. Instead, you were met with one door that was only a few feet away. It was a weird layout to say the least. Dark unlocked it and gestured for you to enter.

You took in the apartment before you, shooketh at its size. You had no idea how he could afford this on a teacher's salary; this apartment appeared to take up the entire floor! Then again, how Dark spent his money wasn't your business. Not yet, anyways.

"Come with me." Dark placed his hand delicately on the small of your back. You had a guess as to where he was leading you and you were correct. His bedroom.

You stood at the door way awkwardly, unsure of what to do. Dark took off his jacket and glanced back at you. He raised an eyebrow.

"You weren't so shy a few moments ago." He undid his tie and tossed it to the ground. He sauntered over to you and pulled you flush against him. "There's nothing to be nervous about now that we're here together."

He gave you a big ole smoocherooni and yoinked you over to the bed. You wondered if Dark would be much different at home than at school. You found that he was a lot more rough and eager. He didn't have to hold back or worry about privacy.

By the time Dark was finished with you, you felt exhausted. Dark laid beside you, his chest peaking above the covers. You looked over at him and saw that his hair was a mess. He was still pretty as fuck and you didn't know how. His eyeliner wasn't even running.

"What brand of eyeliner is that?" You couldn't help but ask. Dark seemed uninterested in conversation, but he answered anyways.

"It's not eyeliner." Dark stated simply, staring up at the ceiling.

"What do you mean?" You had no idea how it couldn't be makeup. Then again, Dark was fucking grey and had weird red and blue hues.

"It's difficult to explain." Dark frowned, his lips spreading into a thin line. "Perhaps I'll tell you another time."

"Okay." You replied contently, feeling your eyelids grow heavier. You let out a yawn as Dark chuckled.

"Tired?" He asked, to which you gave him a sleepy nod. You wondered why you were so abruptly overcome with fatigue. "Go to sleep."

Not in a mood to protest, you rolled over and closed your eyes. You felt the weight in the bed shift and an arm came around your waist. Dark moved closer to you so that he could be flush against you. You didn't take Dark for much of a cuddler, but you didn't mind being wrong. You drifted off to sleep in Dark's arms.

When you woke up the bed was empty, which made you a little sad. That was until you smelled breakfast. You heard two voices coming from outside the bedroom, but what was being said was unclear. You got dressed and walked out of the bedroom.

You wandered until you found the kitchen. Both of the men cooking had their back to you. Judging by their clothes, you realized that it was Dark and Mr. Warfstache.

"Do you really think bringing her here was wise, friend?" Warfstache questioned. "It seems a bit impulsive."

"I'm capable of making my own judgement calls." Dark replied bluntly, flipping a pancake.