What Mark is This?

Darkiplier x Reader Fanfiction

WARNING; THIS CONTAINS EXPLICIT AND DETAILED SMUT

18+ readers only

PLEASE NOTE;

This is not all completely sexual. There is torture involved including high amounts of pain.

This writing is on the theme of BDSM, including but not limited to bondage, and a Submissive vs Dominant demeanor- Darkiplier being the dominant. Darkiplier works off and enjoys sadism and the deliverance of pain in co-mingle with the pleasure. There are occasional mentions of a DaddyDom style relationship. If any of this is disturbing to you, I advise you not read this specific story.

On that note, if you are okay or even turned on (like me hehe) by this subject, please do enjoy the read.

You could feel the lifeless cold of the basement air beating against your poor, thin layered skin. Like daggers digging into your flesh, the chill pierced into your muscles, making your restraints all the more uncomfortable, and making them feel all the tighter.

You weren't entirely sure how long you had been sitting there, but the emptiness and lack of sound forced you to at least take in your surroundings.

The walls were built with what looked to be old and long slabs of wood, nailed to some kind of structure and left unfinished. They weren't even stained or properly measured out, just stuck to the surface and left to hang uselessly. One singular light hung a few feet in front of you, surprisingly bright but also flimsy and small. It had no shell to protect it, and no fancy chain, it was simply a tiny dusty bulb hanging from its own wires, connected to the blank concrete ceiling.

A little to your right was a large shelf dedicated to random files and boxes filled with the unknown. There was no organization, it seemed like whoever had put them there had simply shoved them into wherever they wouldn't immediately fall off. Not that you didn't know who had done such a thing.

You had been in this dream countless of times. Each time it was a little bit different in style, but each time you awoke in the same chair in the same basement, ready to face the same man. If you could call him that. The dark and twisted lifelessness of his eyes always made you wonder just what it was you could consider him to be. Was he truly human?

The way he moved, each fluid motion of his ligaments made it very clear he at least played the part of a human being. He had the fair toned skin, the mohawk that drooped to the side, tained a blood red. He had the low voice that groaned with each word, somehow sparking a heat in you you didn't know could be created.

But he was also very, very violent.

There was a creak at the entrance of the stairway that you directly faced, followed by a long trail of silence. Your eyes immediately darted over into the shadowed corners of the tiny room you were forced into, sucking in a large wave of breath and holding it in anxious wait.

He was there.

"Daddy's home ~." Came a purr from the darkness, and as you exhaled, a tiny whimper of a sound flowed from your lips.

Seconds after you had dared make the sound, the figure that had been hidden slowly moved himself forward into the light, the undetailed black mass of a man gaining features the further in he moved.

The first thing you noticed was the buttoned up shirt, a darkened greyish color with even darker thin stripes running down his torso. One side of his collar was slightly rumpled up, pointing upwards instead of laying smooth and flat like the other side did. The sleeves were coiled up to about his elbow, and buttoned to make sure they stayed there.

His jeans were teasingly tight, black as the coloration of his eyes. Swinging carelessly in his hands was a large chrome bat, seemingly weightless in his grip but surely far heavier than he led you to believe.

"What. Not happy to see Papa Dark?" He spoke gently, the calmness of him sending unsettled chills down your spine. Your hands coiled inwards, fingers grabbing onto the edges of the chair arms, knuckles white from the strain of your grip.

"No, I'm… happy to see you." You lied through your teeth and attempted a smile, causing for the man walking towards you to pause. He tilted his head, examining your glow for a second as a smile grew on his face as well.

The geniune friendliness that dwelled within his features twisted within an instant, lifting his hand upwards to rub his palm against the tip of his bat. The smile turned into a scowl, and in another moment, to a blank slate.

"Don't lie to me." he stated simply, and slowly brought the tip of the bat away from his hand and instead towards your face.

You remained perfectly still despite everything in you screaming to lean away, and felt the cold touch of the metal against your chin. He forced your head to tilt backwards, exposing the expanse of your neck to the sunlight, and to his hungry, emotionless eyes.

"Oh, little girl. I haven't had fun with you in almost two weeks. Were you avoiding me?" He asked softly again, and gave another signature tilt of his head, the bat still resting against your chin, forcing your eyes to lock with his.

If you dared move your head to shake it, you would have. Instead, you only rubbed your lips together for a moment before replying breathlessly "No, no."

Despite being a sinister and pain crazed demonic freak, Darkiplier always did look so edible. Every time he appeared, he managed to find an outfit that showed off every curved muscle of his biceps, hug every protrusion of his pack across his stomach… among other things. He was always so clean and well kept.. So intimidating.

Every so often you had to wonder where these dreams came from. Was it some kind of dark fantasy you developed after watching Markiplier's videos? It all seemed so put together, the dream so intelligent and real, and you remembered it like it actually happened every time. It always felt like more than a dream… but what was it actually?

Darkiplier abruptly leaned himself down, drawing his face dangerously close to your skin. You could feel the edge of his nose very slowly draw itself down your jawline, winding around the bat still placed against your flesh.

"Mm.. no?" he murmured, and you could feel the heat of his breath on the nape of your neck.

Electricity bolted throughout your entire body when the smooth velvet surface of his lips gently nibbled against your jugular, kissing in a trail down each side of your neck, leaving tingles in its wake.

"You weren't avoiding this?" he whispered against your already heated skin, and you could feel your cheeks beginning to burn, a blush flooding across your entire face.

"N-no." you stuttered out, and almost immediately the heat of his contact disappeared.

Realizing your eyes had drifted shut, you quickly flipped them back open in enough time to see Darkiplier whip the bat away from her face, shoving your head to the side as he did so, before raising it over his head.

In a flash of metal, searing pain collided with your left knee cap as he slammed the bat against your bone, causing you to scream out and writhe beneath the restraints around your wrists and ankles. Pulsating agony climbed up your thighs and into your spine, causing another sob to force your lips apart and hot salty tears to bloom in your eyes.

"I told you not to lie to me!" Darkiplier growled angrily into your face, bringing the bat up again to let it hang over his head. "I told you, didn't I? I told you not to lie, and you lied."

You felt panic and nausea rising in your chest when you realized he planned on hitting you again on the same knee, and splayed a hand out towards him, forming desperate words that bubbled over your sobs. "N-no! No, I'm sorry! I'm SORRY!" as he jerked, your voice rose to a scream, and it caused him to stop mid swing.

His eyes slowly lifted to level with yours, the empty black nothingness filling where his normal irises should be staring you down. "Are you really?"

"Yes. Yes!" You gurgled back to him, and could feel your body beginning to shake from the aftermath of your shock. The sight of it caused Darkiplier to grin maliciously.

"Good girl. Now, where we were?"

CH 2 coming soon :3