Darkiplier Smuts

Dark Origins Fluff (Dark x Reader)

A/N It would appear you guys would really like this story done, so here you go. I hope you enjoy it!

"So tell me again where demons come from?" I said, sitting on Dark's couch. We had agreed to spend the weekend together after I was gone out of town for almost a year visiting family all over the world. It was a very stormy Friday night,and I had gotten Dark into a conversation about his origin. He sighed. "Okay, let's just start from the beginning." he said. "Demons aren't born. We don't procreate...it's impossible no matter what. I could fuck a woman for a year straight and she'd never get pregnant...that's just the way it is. Mark was born, and then I was created shortly afterward because the creator of demons knows as soon as someone is born if they need a demon to help control negative emotions." "So you were just thrown together and pushed into Mark's hands? No childhood? Nothing?" He shook his head. "I had a childhood. I was a baby once too, (y/n), believe it or not." I smiled at the thought of baby Dark. "You want to see the pictures don't you?" he asked as if he was reading my mind. I nodded. He sighed, snapped his fingers and filled my lap with a few photos. He was such a cute baby. Big silver eyes with those identifying dark rings around them, a tuft of thick black hair that basically stood up on its own,and a cute little smile . "Awwww." I said, being as gushy as possible. "Shut up." he said, jokingly. "I can't help it, you were such a cute baby." Dark rolled his eyes. "I experienced basically the same milestones that humans did growing up. I didn't even meet Mark until we were like 7 or something." "Who took care of you when you were a baby? You didn't take care of yourself I'm sure." "My assigned caregivers of course. There are demons down there who don't have a human to take care of...so they take care of babies instead...and they're immortal...that's the only thing I envy about them." I smiled. "So...how did you know what to do with Mark?" "I was given instructions by my caregivers. Every time he gets too sad or mad to function I'm supposed to take over his body and make him even sadder or angrier to teach him to control himself. You know, make him understand that sinking that low is not good." I nodded. "What happens if he learns to manage his negativity all the time? Won't you have to go away or something?" Dark just chuckled. "We're talking about Mark here. He'll always have some negative emotion based problems. I'll be here until he dies." "Then what?" Dark's face grew serious. "I won't be around anymore." My heart broke at the thought of both of them being gone. I wrapped him in a tight embrace. "Hey now, take it easy. I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. I don't know what happens to me after Mark dies...all I know is I won't be up here. Perhaps they'll put me to work in the demon realm or maybe I'll die too. I've always thought I'd die...but I seriously haven't got a clue. Don't worry though, I'll be here for a long time. We both will." I felt comforted by his promise. "So, like I was saying I met Mark when we were both pretty young. He got into it with his brother, I took over his body, he got punched, his nose bled, and I came dribbling out. I introduced myself. I'll never forget that. Freaked him out. He started calling for his mom...thankfully she didn't believe a word he had just said about a demon hiding under the bed. I spoke with him momentarily and we became good friends. Initially,I was afraid of being up here so I only came when I had to...Mark would beg me to come out of scraped knees and all kinds of things and I flat out refused unless he really did need me." I listened intently. "We both grew up at the same rate. I was there through everything. Girlfriends, break ups, moving...deaths...all of it. I experienced some of these things in the demon realm. I had a girlfriend in the demon realm. Her name was Astarte. She was a real bitch. But she was my bitch...she dumped me for some asshat when I was 10. She said she did it because my name was stupid but I know better. I have faith in those who named me." "Who named you?" I asked, baffled. I had always believed that it was Mark who named him, but he made it sound like that wasn't true."Well...two individuals named me. I was given a demon name at creation by my caregivers, and Mark hated it so he renamed me Dark...because it rhymed with Mark and I've got the dark circles thing going on...then later when he became Markiplier,I became Darkiplier." I tilted my head. I never knew Dark had a demon name. "What was your demon name?" "Arioch Asmodeus. Arioch is the demon of vengeance, Asmodeus is a demon of lust. "Oh how delightfully appropriate. Vengeance and lust." I giggled. "I know, I know. Mark just hated my name...and truthfully, I have always liked it...but I'm Dark now. No more double A." "Well I can remember your name. It'll be our little secret." I said, smiling. Dark smiled. "I'd like that." "So what did you do when you were a kid? You said you had a childhood..." "Trained. Trained hard. Shapeshifting and all of that good stuff doesn't come naturally for demons. It takes practice. Loads of practice. I used to accidentally teleport myself to all of these foreign dimensions...and it took me forever to learn to shapeshift. Everything was a struggle for me but it took me forever to learn to shapeshift. For a long time I would wind up as these disgusting human hybrid creatures. I remember when Mark was 12 he wanted to ride a horse...so I turned myself into a horse. For a long time I was completely invisible to everyone outside of people Mark cared about...unless I shapeshifted into something. I turned myself into a fucking centaur that day. I'm so glad nobody was around to see that." I covered my mouth. "You didn't!" I giggled. Dark nodded. "Yeah I did. I was terrible at it for so long. I used to get my ass reamed by my caregivers for not being any good at that kind of stuff. It took me so long to get my abilities mastered I was a laughing stock. The other young demons? They made fun of me constantly. I was basically in the same position as that Rudolph the red nosed reindeer shit. They'd be shapeshifting and teleporting all over the place while I stumbled around like an idiot, turning myself into monsters." Dark shook his head. "Good times." I snickered. "Well, you're good at it now." "I learned, it just took me awhile. I don't know why." I shrugged. "At least you can do that kind of thing. Us humans can only wish we could." He considered that. "You're right. I am lucky. I don't know what I'd do without my powers." I saw a flash of lightning and heard the thunderclap that followed it merely seconds later. "It's bad out there." I said. Dark cuddled me. "It's okay. I know you don't really like being up here on the top floor during storms, but nothing bad is gonna happen to us." I snuggled up against him. "I'm having a hard time picturing you as a kid." "Well I was. All of us were at some point...and we acted a lot like human kids. We got into trouble, we got grounded, we snuck around, we fucked, we fought...all of that stuff." I laughed, shaking my head. "You're all grown up now...and you're great at what you do, everything...do you still have friends down there?" "Outside of my caregivers, no. I got fully humanized. That's frowned upon down there. Most demons don't do what I do in that respect. My caregivers will never stop loving me, they raised me...but...the others-they're afraid of me, I guess is one way to put it. Humanization is a strange concept to most demons...it's like betraying your heritage to them even though it isn't. I'm still a demon, that will never change. The only things that have changed are my visibility, my ability to feel and be felt, and I've learned some human emotions. I never had many friends down there but now I have none. They avoid me. I really do freak them out. That's one of the reasons I rarely go back down there. It doesn't matter, though...I'm happy with the way I am. They're missing out on a lot of cool shit by hiding down in the demon realm refusing to experience different things." I frowned. I didn't like that Dark was being rejected by most of the other demons. "Why don't you just stop going down there?" I asked. "I have to. It's mandatory that I spend a certain amount of time down there. Why I dunno, but it is what it is. I plan to spend all of next week down there. I'm sorta looking forward to it. I want to see my caregivers again...everyone else can fuck off." Typical Dark. Everyone else can fuck off. "Your heritage is weird...but it's cool. It's better than mine." "It's not really better, just different." We sat in silence listening to the rain and thunder. "Why is your skin so cold, anyway?" I asked, picking up his hand. "That's the way we are. I can't do anything about that. The only thing that warms me is when someone like you who has a warm body touches me for an extended amount of time." "Do you feel cold?" "Only on the outside. What? Do I look like I'm shivering?" I giggled. "No, I was just wondering. It's weird." "To you it is." We sat in silence again. "You know, I had none of this information on you before...and knowing it makes me feel closer to you. We can really relate in a lot of ways. You're so like us humans." "Blood demons are the closest to humans that demons can be...we are close (y/n)." He put his hand against mine. Our eyes met. "I love you, Dark." I said, nuzzling him. He didn't say anything, but he hugged me tightly. "You wanna go lay down?" he asked. "Sure..." I said, releasing him. I followed him up the narrow staircase into the master bedroom. He slipped into bed and dragged me in with him, snuggling close to me. I tossed his perfect black hair and he smiled at me. "Mark is lucky, you know." I  said, wrapping my arms around him. "Sure is." Dark muttered, nuzzling my neck. I giggled. "You know what I needed practice doing for a long time?" Dark raised an eyebrow at me. "No?" he said. "Kissing. I used to be a horrible kisser." A seductive smile crept across Dark's face. "You don't need to practice anymore, but...I don't see why a little bit of kissing action would hurt you." he said, cupping my face. We touched noses and he kissed me, lightly at first. He bit my bottom lip until I opened my mouth just enough for him to slip his tongue in. He explored my mouth with his tongue, making sure to keep his arms wrapped around my body tightly. I broke the kiss to study his face. He was so calm and relaxed. I tipped his chin up with my index finger. "So now that you know where I come from do you think differently of me?" I nodded. "It makes me love you even more." I said, plunging back into the kiss. Dark stretched out and let me lay my head on his chest. He stroked my hair until we both knocked out.