Hello, I wanted to know if it would be okay to request an Ivan x reader oneshot (Bad Things) maybe yandere Ivan or something like that, anything you’d like to write of him since I like most of the types of stuff you’ve written for other characters. Sorry I don’t really request things, I’m nervous 🥹
guyssss chillax and just assert dominance with your requests. You don’t know how much i jump up in excitement whenever i see a request 👅
I feel like a small submissive puppy girl writing down all of the requests that my masters give me 😳😳
Also, i made ivan be alive after andrew left. So let’s just say that ivan is going completely crazy.
TRIGGER WARNING! — this post under contains self harm such as — starving and cutting oneself, suicide and gore. If you cannot handle subjects as these, please scroll.
Contains : Smut, small non con, reader is forced to enjoy it, Ivan is lowkey bipolar, initiating sex slowly, Ivan is a softie for you, small gore, blood, obsessive behavior.
Ivan x Reader
— Let’s all agree and firstly say that Ivan’s point of view in love is extremely twisted. He has no idea how to portray love in a healthy way.
— after Andrew left him, he had little to no motivation left to live. Matter of fact, he on the verge of literally killing himself. He drowned himself in self-hatred and depression. He always replayed his life in his mind, wondering where things went wrong. Then, he remembers Andrew.
— because of his extreme hallucinations and imaginations, he tends to question whether he’s actually living or not. Due to this, he tends to self harm. Not eat for days until he throws up pure stomach acid, cut himself until he can’t feel his arms anymore, forcing himself to stay up nights until his body physically cannot take it anymore.
— until he met YOU!
— oh god, Reader, his dear Reader. He loves you so much it actually burns him in the inside. You ignited a spark that he thought was once gone. You bring out the absolute best in him.
— he met you on the rooftop of his building. He was supposed to kill himself. He was about to step off until he felt someone push him on the opposite direction.
— he wasn’t supposed to live that day. But you came and helped him. He felt like his entire world shifted towards you. He still wonders why you even helped him that day.
— you stuck around Ivan, just in case he tried to jump off again. But he turned out to more than a suicidal guy. He had a raw, and unseen talent that he didn’t seemed to be proud of.
— as he grows more fond of you, he starts to unhealthily hallucinate you. Whenever he’s not near you, he goes back into his dark traits, ones that he swore not to do after he gained you in his life. Maybe he even starts to hallucinate Andrew too. That’s when he starts to genuinely bang his head on the wall.
— Ivan may even cut your name or initial on his arm. He doesn’t really care how much it hurts. He wants to feel like you claim him. Like you owe him.
—
— his obsession starts off small. What he thought was simply joy for being seen by someone new quickly turned into something more disgusting. He starts to become overwhelmingly close with you, a trait that he didn’t want to push on you, but couldn’t really help himself.
— when he realizes that you don’t mind being him being close, he immediately hyperfixates on you. You’re his entire life and existence. You didn’t push him away like Andrew did. No, you instead pulled him even closer than before. You adored him, and he adored you even more.
— Ivan doesn’t write anymore, more so, he shut it down because Andrew told him that all he did was copy and steal everything. You told him that he took inspiration and created it into something more. That’s when he actually falls in ‘love’ with you.
— he starts to slowly show you his work, waiting for your praise like a little puppy. His handwriting a bit messy because of rustiness, and his scars that still burn his arms whenever he touches something the table or anything hard.
— He likes the fact that you actually compliment his words, focus on the meaning and reasons behind it. Not try to point out his mistakes like Andrew did.
— Ivan slowly starts inviting you more to his apartment, having sleepovers, simply chilling, or just watching the television together, he’s asking you to come over. He doesn’t have an excuse. He flat out says that he likes you near him.
— as you two get closer, you start to introduce him to your other friends. He doesn’t smile back when you introduce him to the others. He simply stares at them. Wondering how to make them disappear from your life.
— if you even dare to actually hang out with your other friends more than him, he will actually kill them. He doesn’t care about them. He only cares about how you will react when the police finds their body sliced with an axe, head barely hanging on to their neck.
— he conveniently asks you to come over the same day.
— when you got the news, you broke down right in his arms. He never felt shittier in his life. He wasn’t the one to make you cry, only partly, but seeing you crying in his arms made him regret ever touching your little friend.
— he holds you tight as you quietly sob and sniffle into his chest, his hand gently playing with your hair as he figures out how to help you get through this difficult time. With him, of course.
— you ask him to stay over at your house for a while, because you feel scared, and he agrees almost instantly. Being with you causes nothing more than happiness in his life.
— he’s in your bed with you, holding you in a tight and comforting grasp as you slowly cry yourself to sleep. He doesn’t let go. Only when you need to blow your nose, or when you start to feel hungry, will then he will get up and bring you what you need.
— he feels extremely close with you. Like you and him are soulmates. He’s yours, and you’re his. Nothing can tear you apart.
— after a few days of having him with you, you finally decide to let him go, even if he insisted on staying.
— he then springs up the offer of you staying at his house for a few hours, so you didn’t feel like trapping him in your house.
— you didn’t think much of it. That was actually pretty good. He could do everything he wanted in his house, and he could also start writing again.
— Ivan grabbed bloxy colas for you both, sitting down with you on the couch. You lean your head on his shoulder, finding comfort in his grasp. He blushed slightly as he held you closer than before.
— you then finally glance around the room for the first time actually. Other than the living room, kitchen and bathroom, you never really seen his room.
— you ask about his room, tone tinted with obvious innocence and curiosity. You sounded so perfect to him. Your innocence made him want to protect you so much. He didn’t deny you, and you went to his room alone. He trusted you enough, why wouldn’t he? You’re the love of his life. You’ve seen all of his bad sides, and you still stayed. Anything you saw, you’d probably love even more.
— you went inside his room, red LED lights flickering softly. His room was plain and simple, but a little scary. You didn’t think much of it, glancing at the night stand and the alarm, until you noticed blood.
— did he cut himself again? Your thoughts immediately started dabbling in his harmful traits. You felt sick to your stomach. You were supposed to help him. He was more than family, and more than a friend. You looked at the blood that splattered down on the floor, then under the bed. You crouched down, getting a glimpse of an axe.
— you felt like your heart dropped. You pulled it out without creating any sound, and looked at it. Really looked at it. Other than the sick smell of iron and the disgusting sight of the blood on the axe, it strangely looked identical to the murder weapon of your friends. The one weapon that conveniently went missing.
— you put it back to it’s original spot, and went to the living room. You looked terrified.
Ivan looked at your terrified expression, eyes softening as he watched you tremble slightly. “Reader? Are you.. okay?” Ivan got up, walking towards you. You stiffened up, sweat dripping down on your forehead.
You smiled, and you put your hand behind your neck. “A-ah! Yes! I’m just..” you paused, panting softly. You glanced up at him, brows furrowing. He slowly grabbed your hands in his, bringing your hands up to his lips. He kissed them softly, as if he was afraid to even breathe the same air as you. “You know you can tell me anything, right?..” he muttered quietly, putting a strand of hair behind your ear.
You two were interlocked with your hands like this for a little while you decided on what to do. Should you just attack him and run away as soon as he dropped down? Or should you just.. run? Like just bolt? You glanced around the room. There wasn’t much options to hit him with. You could just simply kick him. He looked so, so vulnerable and defenseless right now.
He hand caressed yours, grip softly tightening, as if to remind that he’s right there, waiting for you to open up to him. You suddenly snap back into reality. You didn’t realize that your hands have gotten so sweaty. You felt warm, the same warmth that comforts you anywhere without resistance.
You suddenly blush, feeling heat go up to your face. You pull away, and you pant slightly. Ivan looked the same like you. Cheeks flushed, sweat dripping down on his forehead, and trembling slightly. But not for the same reasons. “R-reader..” he put his hand behind your neck, inching you closer.
You didn’t resist. You couldn’t. Your entire body shook with anticipation to run, to kiss him, and to kill him. But you couldn’t do anything.
Your lips gently touched his, slowly at first. He closed his eyes, brows furrowing as he tasted you for the first time. He whimpered softly into the kiss, hand playing with your hair. His other hand crept down to your arm.
He gripped it slightly, then letting it go as he felt something wet on his hands. He didn’t stop kissing you, just opened his eyes and glanced down at the substance.
Blood.
His eyes widened, and he pulled away. “R-reader?.. are you.. bleeding?” Have you finally taken influence from his bad habits? Did you cut yourself? Did something happen to you while you were gone?
Thoughts suddenly roamed inside his head. He grabbed your wrists, and pulled your sleeve up. Blood. Tremendous amounts of it hiding under the fabric. His expression shifted to concern, worry, and frustration. “Did you.. did you cut yourself?.. where is this blood from?..” he looked like he was about to burst into tears right now.
He thought about all of the sharp objects in his apartment. You weren’t in the kitchen, so you couldn’t grab a knife. You were in his room, and his blade was long thrown away, so where could you gotten blood?—
The axe.
His expression suddenly darkened, his hand getting tighter with each second. He shouldn’t have let you into his room. He should’ve been smarter. He forgot to clean up the blood before you came to his apartment.
“Did you get this blood from my axe?” He stared at you, waiting for your answer. Your arm felt like it was going to snap in half. “I..” you shook, panting softly. You suddenly grabbed the kitchen knife and slashed it against his chest. Not enough for it to be fatal, but just enough for it to stun him for a few seconds.
He grunted, grabbing his chest in pain. The wound wasn’t that deep. Did you hesitate on him? God, even in your worst moments, you still took mercy upon him. He felt a blush crawl up his cheeks. “Don’t strain yourself, love!” He laughed, letting you leave.
He went inside his room, grabbing the axe under his bed. He washed the piece of metal, not wanting to dirty you with strangers blood. He gripped it tightly, almost like he wasn’t gonna let you get away with it.
You ran to the elevator, spamming the button with all your speed. You sighed, watching red lights type out ‘elevator down’. What a convenient day for it to be broken. Shit.
You couldn’t go down the stairs. You were literally at the 12th floor. You suddenly remembered the rooftop. You ran to the exit, climbing the stairs and tripping in the process of it. You panted, getting a hold of yourself. You quickly locked the exit door. You didn’t care how long you had to stay up here.
You pulled out your phone, hands trembling as your blood mixed with the screen. You groaned, looking at the exit door. He can’t get in. Take your time.
You calmed yourself down a bit, and hid behind some fans. Minutes went by, and you still couldn’t get service. Is this how you’re gonna die?
Ivan pulled the door knob, gripping his axe tightly in his hand. Did you seriously think you could lock him out?
He readied his axe up in the air, and he slammed it on the door, creating a small crack. He repeated the process again, again, and again, until the door finally broke down. He looked around for your figure, not spotting you anywhere.
Did you run away?
You couldn’t have. He already checked the bottom floors, so you must’ve been here. “Reader, i’m not gonna hurt you.” He paused, eyes glancing around the view. “You know me. Come out unless i do something i wont want to do.”
He started to search the area. It wouldn’t be long until he finally found you. How did it come to this? Could you have simply avoided this if you just didn’t go to his room?..
You squealed slightly, and arm catching your shirt. Ivan slammed you down on the floor, his hand gripping your collar as he choked you gently. “
“If you ever even think about doing something like that again, i’ll kill you. Do you understand me?”
His blood dripped down on your shirt and face, the disgusting taste of iron filling your mouth. You desperately panted for air as he let go.
He grabbed you, and put you on his shoulder. He started walking down back to his apartment. “S-stop! Let go, ivan!” You sobbed, tears now coating your eyes. Your adrenaline spiked, but you didn’t have the strength to move anymore.
You gritted your teeth, and you started to hit his back. “You killed them! You killed my friend, didn’t you?!” You paused, quiet sobs and sniffles starting to come out. “And you acted like you were there for me, like you cared about me!”
Ivan three you down on the flood, locking the door. He laughed, and he stared at you. Really stared. You were so adorable when you were crying. But he didn’t take joy in seeing you cry. He had to show you that you couldn’t do it again. And maybe it will take more than tears to make you understand.
“I did all of this for you!” Ivan suddenly blurted, crouching down. “I killed them because they were getting too close. You don’t deserve them, and they don’t deserve you.” He continued, rambling like he wasn’t starting to go insane again.
He smiled softly, tilting his head. “Maybe it will take more take you a bit more time to understand, but now, i need to make you regret for even trying to leave me.”
He caressed his axe, and he pinned you down. He kissed you, his axe slowly starting to rip your clothes.
You gripped his arm, not resisting, but not exactly accepting his kiss. He was your Ivan. The puppy who literally waited for your compliments as you read his writing. The boy who held you when things got too rough. Your boy that took your first kiss.
Your tears didn’t stop falling down. Couldn’t. Maybe if you weren’t such a curious prick, you could’ve prevented this. Maybe you and Ivan could’ve been a better couple if you didn’t go into his room.
You whimpered as his axe slit your skin. “S-stop… Ivan.. fuck.” You gritted your teeth, feeling the burning sensation worsen as he didn’t stop.
His axe tore your shirt off of you. He started to kiss your neck, almost like it would fix everything. “I’m so sorry, puppy..” he played with your hair, gently soothing you with his words. “I never meant to hurt you.”
He put pressure on your wound, picking you up and putting you on his bed. He didn’t have anymore bandages left. Only the one on his arms. He pulled up his sleeves, and he pulled his bandages off. “I don’t have anymore bandages.. sorry.” His frown deepened, like he was ashamed of himself.
He was supposed to be better than this. He promised himself that he wouldn’t ever treat you like the way he treated Andrew. He wanted to kill himself right now.
He started to bandage you, your blood coating his old one. He blushed slightly at the sight of that. You two were basically bounded by blood now.
“Are you okay?..” he asked, looking at your expression. You didn’t respond. You only looked away. You looked so tired, like you simply wanted to sleep.
You must’ve been so disappointed in him right now. He felt like trash near you. Like the way he always felt with Andrew. He hated that feeling.
Tears started to coat his eyes as he saw your figure. You looked practically dead right now. Unresponsive, and wounded. All because of him. He caused you this pain.
He started crying, quiet sniffles starting to fill up the room. He laid his head on your lap, his hands gripping your waist possessively. You sighed, and you dropped down on the bed fully. Ivan hugged your figure fully now, his head burying in the crook of your neck.
You two stayed like that for a while, unmoving as Ivan whispered unintelligible apologies into your neck.
He finally looked up at you, his hand caressing your cheek. He furrowed his brows, and he straddled you. He leaned down, and kissed you. His hand slowly going down to touch your skin, almost like he was afraid to even be near you.
His touch was soft and slow, gently guiding you to reciprocate his love back. He went down kissing your stomach, your wound, then your hips. He slowly pulled down your pants, licking your panties.
You whimpered slightly, and he took that as an initiative to do more. He pulled your panties to the side, licking your clit fully now. You felt so good against his tongue, like you were meant for him.
He slowly pushed one bloody finger inside your heat, gently pumping in and out. His tongue didn’t stop working against you, instead, he started to eat more intensely. He sucked on your bud, and added another finger to your heat. He spread your whole, his fingers moving a bit faster now.
He put his hand on your stomach, pushing you down so that you couldn’t grind against him. Like he was telling you that you weren’t ready for him yet.
He felt your gummy walls clenching him softly. He started to pump his fingers a bit harder and faster now, the tip of his fingers hitting your sweet spot. His tongue drew circles on your sensitive clit, sucking and licking as he ate you out.
You whimpered softly, cumming on his face. You shook softly, hips desperately grinding against his face as he slowly withdrew your release on his fingers and tongue. He finally pulled away, panting as he licked his lips. He smiled softly before he kissed you once more.
You tased yourself on his lips, and a little bit of iron. He unbuckled his pants, and he slowly drew himself inside your heat. You whimpered, legs shaking as his cock spread you apart easily. You felt so fucking ready and wet for him, it felt like he was gonna cum inside you already.
He slowly pumped himself, letting you adjust to his length. He pressed against you, his hand resting on your neck, inching your face closer to him as his tongue worked inside of your mouth. Each small push and pull buried himself at the hilt, making the job of pleasuring you a bit more easier to work with.
He moaned as he took his shirt off, revealing his scar filled broad chest. He returned to kissing you, his rhythm breaking as you clenched him with each thrust.
He worked himself inside you, his and your pre cum dripping down on the mattress. The only sounds that could be heard were pants, lewd sounds of his cock inside you, and moans.
You furrowed your brows, arching your back as he started to thrust into you faster and rougher, each pound making his balls smack against you with a small sound.
He hugged you, looking up at you with droopy eyes. He felt his release boiling up quickly. He started whimpering, each rough thrust earning a sharp breath out of him. Your legs shook with pure ecstasy, feeling like you were getting tortured. “H-harder..-“ you whimpered, covering your mouth with the palm of your hand.
He cooed, pulling your hand away and kissing you. You were so adorable whenever you wanted something from him. He couldn’t deny you your release, could he? He wouldn’t ever deny an adorable thing like you.
He sped up his movements, each thrust gaining a wet plap sound. You knew that your neighbors could probably hear you right now. You moaned, his finger pinching your nipple as he desperately chased his and your release.
He finay started to moan out loud, his cock fucking you with all his might. He put his hands on your hips, lifting you so that he could fuck you better.
His hips hit you painfully, your poor pussy clenching at his brutal pace. Your hips instinctively started grinding against Ivan, who looked even more beat up. “F-fuck! You feel.. so good!-“
With one last brutal slap of his hips, he came inside you. Hot rips of semen spilled inside you, his cock not pulling out. The both of you panted, your walls still clenching him.
Tears started to drip down on your chest as he started to sniffle quietly. You looked up at his flushed face. “..why are you crying?”
He chuckled, and he dropped on top of you. He cooed softly, interlocking your hand with his. You gently played with his hair, wondering on what you were gonna do now. “…love you.” He gently kissed your cheek.
The only option left was to simply stay with him. There’s no way that he’d let you go. Either he’d kill you, or leave you so badly wounded, you wouldn’t be able to stand.
You sighed, accepting your fate as it was. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad when you had a child or two running around the place?