Devil In Disguise [Darkiplier x Reader]

Chapter Twenty Five (Stay): Merry Chrysler!

Dark had been incredibly sweet and backed off when you asked him to during your recovery, things finally seeming to be shifting back to normal. Dark even helped you with your mountain of homework that had piled up, talking with your teachers to lighten the load while also maintaining good grades. Within a week, your cast was off just as good ole Doctor Iplier assured you it would be, but you still had faint scarring from the burns. It was nothing you couldn't handle and it's not like Dark didn't have scars just like your own. The first time you vocalized how self conscious you were of them, Dark immediately reminded you that they were a badge of your survival, a badge of the fight you won.

"So everyone's back to normal?" You asked Dark while helping him decorate the Christmas tree, holding onto the star tightly while Dark gripped your hips for "stability."

"It would seem so." He was staring at your ass and even upon catching him, he looked back up at you with a smirk. You rolled your eyes and focused on placing the star while his hands...strayed to say the least. "How are you, my dear? Are you well?"

"I'm okay." You answered truthfully with a sigh, stepping down the latter and staring up at the tree. "All of this shit has taken a toll on us, but with you I think I'm gonna be just fine."

Dark smiled at that, wrapping his arm around your waist tightly and pulling you close to him. You returned the gesture, leaning your head on his shoulder happily while staring up at your lovely tree.

"You're decorating without me?!" Wilford's voice yelled as he appeared out of thin air, causing you to nearly jump out of your skin and cling to Dark. The eyeliner daddy himself let out an exasperated sigh upon knowing what was about to happen, even appearing to be a bit annoyed by Wilford's presence. "Hello, sweetheart."

Wilford gave you that signature smirk accompanied with a wink, a little growl resonating in Dark's chest. He had also gotten rather possessive when other people tried to flirt with you, but Wilford wasn't the slightest bit put off.

"You know where the decorations are, Wilford. There's no need to make a big show of it." Dark grumbled, his fingernails digging into your waist a bit painfully.

"Christmas is all about show, old sport!" He said with a laugh, taking hold of your hand and pulling you away from Dark. You smiled at him helplessly with a shrug. "Come, (Y/N), we have some decorating to do."

~

"Jack, what's up!" You gave him a hug as you stood outside of Ethan's house on Christmas Eve, planning on heading to Dark's afterwards. He had asked you so nicely to spend the night with him and how could you refuse?

"Hey, I haven't seen you in ages!" He exclaimed, pulling back with a wide smile. "How have you been?"

"Better." You walked beside Jack, knocking on Ethan's door fervently. The blue boy had told you that you didn't need to knock anymore, but you did anyways to be polite.

"What is up my cranky crew?" Ethan said as he whipped open the door with a wide smile, his glasses coupled with his cartigan making him look even more like a hipster.

"Just because you started YouTubing, doesn't mean you need to say your intro to everyone you meet." You sassed with a playful grin, watching Ethan's face light up ever so slightly.

"Awe, you watch my videos then?" Ethan teased back, stepping aside to let the two of you in. "How sweet!"

You rolled your eyes as you were greeted by your other friends with smiles on their faces. Within a little under four months, you felt like you had made a second family with all of these people.

Despite it being nearly Christmas, Ethan's family hadn't sent him more than a card, but he didn't seem to mind. He was surrounded by those who were truly his family.

~

You drove to Dark's apartment rather quickly after seeing that it was well past one, remembering that he had asked you to be home by midnight. He hadn't even called and that only increased the dread forming in your stomach. You knew how much he cared about punctuality. Fuck, he was going to be so mad.

When you walked into the building, Mr. Oliver was nowhere to be seen, nor was anyone else. The halls were dimly lit without another soul in sight, the complete silence only making your heart beat faster. You couldn't remember a time it had ever been like this.

The elevator was out of order for whatever reason so you were forced to trudge up the stairs, the sound of your heavy footfalls echoing off the walls. You don't know how long you had been walking, but even when you had gotten up to Dark's floor, his door seemed a million miles away. You were quieter when approaching it than you were up the stairs, taking slow deep breaths to calm yourself down. It would be okay. He was mature and perceptive enough to understand that teenagers tend to lose track of time, right?

Your hand wrapped around the knob of his door, turning it slowly as you pushed it open and braced yourself for what was to come. Nothing. His apartment was darker and quieter than the halls, an orange glow emanating from the living room. You slipped off your shoes and coat. Your steps in the apartment were just as quiet, inching your way towards the living room to see what that light was. Part of you was just afraid to break the silence.

Your heart nearly stopped when you saw Dark sitting in front of the fire with nothing more than his white dress shirt and grey suit pants on. His hair was the only disheveled thing about him. You approached him carefully, nearly jumping out of your skin when he spoke.

"You're late." His voice lacked any emotion behind it, but you've been around him long enough to know that he's upset with you. His back remained towards you and he didn't even bother to give you a glance of acknowledgment.

"I'm sorry." You replied almost instantly, fingers clasping in front of you anxiously as you debated on whether or not it would be wise to approach him. "We got caught up in the moment."

"You couldn't have bothered to call?" His words had a bit of bite to them now, turning his head ever so slightly but still refusing to look at you. He was fucking pissed. "Do you even understand how worried I was?"

"I didn't do it on purpose!" You retorted, shrinking away from his seated figure. Your heart rate fluttered when he began to move, his joints popping loudly like gunshots after November 15th. "Dark, I'm sorry, alright? I'm sorry."

He turned on his heel slowly, the flickering orange and red on his face casting shadows around his eyes making him look all the more sinister. His expression was blank, but his shoulders were visually tensed up and his stature ramrod straight.

"Come here." Dark curled a finger towards himself for you to come to him, the stern look on his face evident enough that he wouldn't tolerate any disobedience. You reluctantly walked towards him, the heat of the fire burning your skin as you approached. Dark gazed at you silently, his black irises honed in on yours before they flickered across your face. "I'll make you a deal, my dear. So long as you tell me where you intend on going, you may stay out as late as you like."

Something in your gut lurched at the mention of a deal, as well as his rather controlling statement. It almost seemed as if he didn't quite trust you, which only made you even more upset. You must've been wearing your heart on your sleeve because Dark gently laid his hand on your cheek while his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

Your hands naturally fell onto his chest as his lips met yours, gentle and soft and just as loving as any kiss from Damien could have been. He tipped your head back to deepen the kiss, the hand that had been on your cheek moved to the back of your head and became tangled in your hair. Dark pulled back leaving you leaning in with a desperate need for more, intoxicated with his touch.

You swayed a little as thoughts of his hands coming upon you as ruthlessly as they always had consumed you, tearing you apart and rebuilding you in his image, making you into whatever he needed you to be. You wanted him to mark you up so badly that no one would ever question who you belonged to, reminiscing in the way his fingernails dug into your hips as he fucked you into the mattress, the way you screamed his name so loudly your voice went hoarse, the way your back arched as tears of pure ecstasy ran down your face. You just wanted him.

"I'm doing this because I care." He whispered softly, the hand on your waist squeezing you protectively. And just like that, all of your concerns melted away.