Daddy's Princess (Darkiplier x Reader)

t w e n t y - n i n e.

"Be careful what you wish for, darling."

You smiled to yourself as you felt accomplished and victorious. A few moments passed by before Dark threw your door open and raced up to you. He firmly gripped your face and pulled you into a passionate kiss. After a few moments, you pulled away for air, eyes widened.

"Let's go," he said as he gripped your wrist and pulled you out of your house.

The drive back to Mark's house was silent. You watched trees fly by as Dark sped to the house. During this silence, you had a lot of time to think. Pondering every recent event, you remembered something crucially important that your feelings seemed to cover up. You needed to talk to Mark. You needed to hear his side of the story and his reasoning behind what he did. But, getting to him would be nearly impossible. Dark would never allow it.

"What are you thinking about?" His deep voice questioned as he placed a hand on your thigh.

You sighed as you contemplated how you were going to pull this off. "I was just thinking about my old life. I kinda miss it."

Dark furrowed his eyebrows. "What do you mean? Do you not like what I can give you?"

"No, no, that's not what I meant. I just mean that I kinda miss my ordinary and normal life. Life with you is amazing, but my brain can't register it as my new normal," you replied with a forced long sigh.

Dark gave your leg a squeeze. "Don't worry, darling. It will take a few days to get used to this life, but you won't regret it."

"I know." The conversation abruptly ended.

The car pulled up to the house and you sighed again as you stepped out of the car. Dark led you inside and gestured for you to sit on the couch. He went away for a few moments, but reappeared without his suit jacket and tie. He took a seat next to you.

"You don't have to live here. I already told you you shouldn't."

"But I like my life with you. Being away from you is not okay."

"Hmm, I guess you're right," he smirked as he placed kisses on your neck.

You bit your lip in an attempt to not let out any noise as your hands went into his hair. His soft locks danced between your fingers. You lifted his head from your neck and passionately kissed his sweet lips. He kissed you back aggressively and began to kiss along your jawline.

"Dark?" You asked breathlessly.

"Mhm?" He replied between kisses.

"Can I talk to Mark?"

Everything stopped abruptly. His lips jerked away from your skin. Dark slowly raised his head so that his eyes were locked on yours.

"What?"

You swallowed nervously. "Can I talk to Mark? I feel like I need to hear his side of the story. I want to hear it from him."

Dark seemed to be evaluating the situation in his mind as his eyes remained on you. "I suppose I could do that for you, Princess."

You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck. "Thank you."

His hand gripped your hair as he pulled it so your ear was positioned right by his lips. The sudden pain caused you to gasp.

"Just remember that I own you."

"Yes, Dark," you quickly and fearfully responded. He released his grip on your hair and you pulled away from his embrace.

"I'm going to need something from you for this."

You raised your gaze up to his eyes and shook your head in agreement.

"Very good. Now, I will grant your wish," he said as he arose from the couch. He turned from you and walked down the hallway towards his bedroom.

You sat on the couch alone with your thoughts. You were absolutely shocked and amazed at what just happened. "Just remember that I own you," repeated in your mind. You shuddered as you prepared yourself to talk with Mark.

"Don't be overly aggressive. You have a right to be mad and upset, but don't let that get in the way. You're not sure how much time Dark is allowing you. Get to the point. No funny business."

A few moments after your "pep talk", you heard a door close and assumed that Dark- no, Mark- would be entering the room any time soon. A few breathless seconds passed before you saw a figure enter the living area. He was not dressed in nice attire like Dark, but wore jeans and a t-shirt. His eyes looked around the room as he seemed a bit dazed and confused. You slowly stood up as his eyes fell on you.

"(Y/N)?" He questioned.

"Mark? Is that you?"

"Yeah, I think so," he replied with a chuckle. You ran up to him and embraced him in a hug. Suddenly, your feelings of anger towards him arose and reminded you of your mission. You pulled away from him and invited him to sit on the couch with you.

"I can't believe I'm here with you now," he said, eyes wide.

"Yes, me too. But, I need to ask you some questions."

"(Y/N), you need to get out of here. You can't be here. He's dangerous. He'll kill you."

His words rolled over your head as you brushed them to the side. "Listen, I don't know how much time we have, so I need you to answer my questions, okay?"

Mark seemed taken aback by your abruptness, but he complied. "Okay."

"Great. Now, I need you to tell me just what the hell made you make a deal with a demon? And how does he even exist?"

"Listen, I know it seems strange to you, (Y/N), so I'll try to relate it as much as I can. Basically, as he told you, everyone has their own alter ego or demon. Dark is mine and became more prevalent in my life when I felt sad, depressed, or lonely. After the death of my father, I was heartbroken. I felt devastated, and that's when Dark really became a part of my life. I began to do things that I did not want to do. My mind became filled with dark thoughts. Soon, he took over me. I was terrified at first, but he seemed like a reasonable being. And, I know this sounds awful, but I thought I could put his powers to good use through YouTube. YouTube is my life; I need it, and using him for views was a win-win situation. That is, until he decided he wanted more than the time I was giving him. He's dangerous, (Y/N). I was too naive and stupid to realize it at the time, but I made a grave mistake trusting him. He manipulated me, just like he's manipulating you. And now he has control over the minds of all the vie-"

Mark was cut off in his speech abruptly. Slight sounds of choking emitted from his mouth as it hung wide open.

"Mark? Mark, are you okay?" You frantically asked as you watched his face turn a deep shade of red.

"R-Run, (Y/N). Leave wh-while you s-still c-can."

Will you RUN or STAY?

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