Hello👀👀🥺🥺 I need🥺🥺🥺 bad things (roblox) x reader🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 and 🥺🥺 thank you🥺🥺🥺
Okay so i watched it for the first time, why does nobody talk about how pretentious Ivan is? I think he was a film bro at some point it sickens me the way he talks to his dream sequence mother… anyway
Pov: your trying to go home to your apartment and your weird neighbors (who your neighbors suspect are dating but that’s just hearsay) try to talk to you on the elevator ride up only one of them is socially aware enough to have a conversation without needing to explain every reference he makes…
I think Andrew would have a hard time finding the needs to trust you/the reader after what happened with Ivan. In fact, even when you guys started getting into a relationship , he was still a bit hesitant. Although with patience, it gets a LOT easier for him to trust you. Andrew will melt into your arms , you’re the only person who he can come to with his struggles. Even then, he doesent share them a lot as his games are a big outlet of that.
On this outlet of trust being an hard thing for him, once he does trust you enough he will be affectionate, not as affectionate as most simps want tho. His main way of showing it is thru slight nods to him and you in his games, he also likes to cook food for you two as well.
SFeel free to make yourself at home in this setting. Can I ask for a little happiness? I feel like it's disappeared :/ hehehe Anyway, I love your writing <3
Andrew (Bad Things) x Gn! Reader x Ivan (Bad Things) | Fluff Drabble
Today had been a rough day, work weighed on your shoulders, pressing down until you felt your knees buck under the pressure.
You felt like you were drowning — as if walking through a thick fog as muscle memory drove you forward, pushing the familiar buttons and walking the only path you knew, right to you and your boyfriend’s apartment.
The room was quiet, as it always was, silent as you took off your shoes and walked to the living room.
Andrew was there, sitting in front of his computer as he played with his phone, the incomplete code pushed to the side as he immersed himself in whatever news he had found online.
He didn’t notice you until you walked closer, his eyes lighting up and hands moving to slip the headphones off his ears.
“Welcome back,” his voice rang through the otherwise quiet house. “How was work?”
You didn’t need to answer, the way your shoulders sagged and tears welled at the corner of your eyes without knowing was enough of a response.
Alarmed, he rushed to comfort you, hands waving in the air as he fussed over you. His words didn’t register to you, not as you fell forward, letting him catch you in his arms.
You could feel the way he froze up at the contact before relaxing and wrapping his arms around you.
His voice fell to murmurs, gentle kisses pressed on the top of your head as you sat there soaking in his body heat.
You didn’t even notice when Ivan’s door clicked open, his heavy footsteps approaching you as he made eye contact with Andrew, a silent assessment of the situation.
“Hey,” he spoke, pulling you away just slightly from the pink hoodie, “do you want to go to sleep with us?”
You nodded eagerly, the prospect of a soft bed on your sore, wound up body making you light up.
You were ready to rest, the feeling of exhausted already lulling you to sleep. Ivan was quick to guide you to bed, letting your hands rest on his arms as Andrew followed close behind.
But the bed was colder than you wanted, and it was missing the most important part. You sat blankly on the cushions, staring up at the two before they got the hint.
A chuckle left Andrews lips, “Well, I guess we could all just a break, huh?”
Ivan followed with a hum, and you couldn’t agree more — practically lighting up as you felt the bed dip to support the combined weight.
It was crowded, and a little hotter than you’d like. But it was what you needed, the tension falling from your body as you eyes fluttered shut, feeling the stress of the day fade as it was replaced to the warmth of being surrounded by your loving boyfriends.
A/N : not sure if this is disrespectful to the original source !! and yes they are happy in this au shush
Hello again Frin, sorry for bithering ya! Again, i just have tons of ideas that must mean something at least! i hope you dont mind!
Anyways, for this request, it is gonna be lil different, its based on this phychological horror game on roblox!
Which is Bad things, so I am gonna drop this request like a hoop!
Yan! Ivan x GN! Reader Please!
Oneshot for this as well some angst and fluff here and there please.
Plot: where ivan and the reader are dating before the events in-game, the reader takes care of their partner as well looking after them and provide.
having a well paying job and a sharing apartment, the reader cares for both their best friend Andrew and their partner Ivan, as they both when around high school.
the reader is into gardening and drawing, wanting to make a comic or a storybook along with Ivan's writing so that way, he would matter.
i would also like to add the reader says what flower Andrew and Ivan are based on their symbolisms, its up to you.
but things have taking a dark turn, as when the reader talks to someone, a glaring eye would stare with jealousy and kills that person with a axe and often says he jusr went out for a walk to cover his tracks.
until the reader finds out the truth and runs away to Andrew's place, but unfotunately, Ivan finds them and hurts his best friend and drags and kidnaps their partner back in their apartment.
in the end, Ivan continues to lovebomb them as if they matter since he cant lose another person dear to them.
gee, that was long, anyways ty and Bye! hoe that was okay!
My mistakes are all for you.
Warning(s) : Yandere theme, Violence, OOC, mentioned of abuse, implied of a corpse, Kidnapping, this one is pretty lame;;, reader has no sentence, no mention of (name) or y/n
Yandere! Ivan x Reader
Notes: I love Yandere(s) but do i love writing them? ...um next questions... Jokes aside I only took so long on this one cause I keep struggling on how to write Ivan properly waaa..... T_T (relax on the ideas tho.. but don't worry i still love writing them)
Extra notes: Ok stay with me now... I didn't finish the game. So i genuinely have no clue how it goes so this MAY or MAY NOT be out from the original storyline.
wc: 1931
Your eyes stared at your window, following the rain droplets that slowly slid down your window. It was a pretty cold day today, you couldn't even get to take a walk out and rain just had to ruin it all.
But nonetheless you didn't bother to dwell on the matter and you simply just sat on your chair, while the pencil's end repeatedly tapped on the sketch book over.
Your mind is clouded with random things, you wanted to draw but you also wanted to check up on your plants and friends. More specifically on your boyfriend.
Ring.
Talking about him.
"Hello..." A hesitant voice called out to you through your very phone that you're holding right in front of you, you merely stayed silent while staring at the screen before the caller said another word. "...Are you there?"
You finally snapped back from your little wonderland in your head and answered the caller.
Ivan sighed softly, relieved to finally be able to hear your voice even if it was through a screen. "I'm sorry for calling this very late. I wanted to talk to you since you're usually up at this hour."
Usually you are, but since he's calling that means he's awake from another nightmare. You reassure that everything is all just a dream and that it's not real. Whatever he sees in there he shouldn't believe it. "Thank you."
"That means a lot."
He stayed silent a bit more, contemplating whether to talk or not. Especially if he should tell you what he saw, but he'll believe you. He always does.
And by the next morning already he's up checking if you're visiting again, his apartment has been lonely without you and he missed seeing you up close. "You're here. How was the trip?"
You simply replied how the bus is unusually crowded today and there were so many unfamiliar faces that you were so overwhelmed by the people.
Something in Ivan's chest stirred at the mention of someone else by your side but he didn't say anything but instead just continue on.
"Are you gonna stay for this month?" You shook your head, placing the groceries you brought for him on the table. "Oh, but you should. It has been a while since you stayed over, infact i... Even wrote something from the last drawing you did."
"I still kept it."
Ivan rushed into his room and gently handed over what he had written, your eyes slowly scanned over the page and overall everything was on point. You enjoyed what he had thought what your drawing meant and even went through the way to look into the interpretation of each little detail. But the one you were solely focused on is the fact he mentioned each flower, you didn't think he'd be the one to know about flowers.
"I didn't, I went to search through it online." You smiled over to Ivan and even gave him a little peck on the lips as a gift for the writing. You appreciated his ideas and thought of even writing this for you, you'll make sure to use it.
His heart jumped high when you leaned in to him and the fact it only lasted for a few seconds he wish it could've lasted much longer. "No problem."
You were such an angel in his life, always looking out for him and his (one) friend and helping them out. It's no wonder why he fell such a great person such as yourself, he wonder if you could be his forever. Your great essence have been his primary reason to look for the next day, it's has been like this since highschool after all.
His life was going great, he have a wonderful partner— which is you and a nice friend. Both who he care for and is trying to help, just one of them ended up taking the bigger portion than the other.
The answer is obvious which one is who.
"Yeah I'll be staying here for a while... heh, thanks for the concern... Yeah I'm fine." Andrew voice echoed softly in the apartment, Ivan stood inside his bathroom with his eyes staring at his reflection from the mirror but his ears and mind focuses on the outside. Mainly on what you and Andrew are talking about. "Just the usual throwing... It's nothing. Maybe you should hang out often with us, it wouldn't hurt."
Andrew was getting too close with you and he didn't like that one bit.
Ivan tried to maintain a good boyfriend to you, but his actions towards you and Andrew have a wide difference. And in the end his stay wouldn't last long until Andrew finally snapped and left, leaving Ivan come running to you.
Or you running to him and cradling him in your arms as he inhale your scent, something that he knows that won't leave him. "Don't leave." He would often mumbling out to you not to leave him, not to scream at him, not to look at him with anger. You're the only good thing in his life and he want to keep that.
And keeping it he will.
His eyes are always on you, going outside, in his apartment or even in your own house he will always keep it on you. While he excuse it as "You're just so enchanting." It's a little overwhelming to have him watch you almost at every hour, especially if your thinking the fact that he might know your whole daily routine now.
But you brushed it off, thinking maybe he'll just lonely? Andrew and he just had an argument not too long ago and his mind might still be vulnerable from everything.
You excused every little things he does, when he have his hands on your hands you think he wanted to hold hand, when he watches over: you think he's worried about you.
"What?" His heart nearly dropped when he heard you muttered the word 'hanging out' and 'friends'. His mind was blank but all he could tell was that you're going out on a 'friendly' date with a bunch of friends as a way to catch things up. No, Ivan couldn't let it be. There's a potential chance that someone in that group friend of yours has a crush on you and will take advantage of the chance to get closer.
So he followed, he followed and followed and followed until he saw you reaching out to someone else. Your hands were over to their shoulder and the both of your were laughing and it looks like you guys were enjoying the atmosphere around the group. So much you didn't notice Ivan's eyes, staring directly at your back.
When you parted ways from your friends he hope you bid your last farewell to your friends. Or you didn't at all, he does wish you didn't. "Hello." His voice was cold, but not uncaring. Just disappointed. "How was your... Trip. Okay. I'll see you tomorrow... I have something to do."
He lied to you about not being available, how he's suddenly up to do a random walk during in the middle of the night or that he's too 'busy' but you know very well he's not.
"Are you staying again?" He was oddly clingier today but that didn't really change anything since you haven't noticed it yet. Haven't noticed how his hands are itching you grip you. "That's okay, as long... As long as I get to see you then I'll be okay."
Yeah you didn't notice anything or the fact his hands were stained with red just a moment ago with his axe still unclean in his bedroom. "You're never angry with me right? You will never leave me, never betray and never going to abandoned me right?" He was spouting these sudden questions that's making a chill run down your spine.
His hands grip yours gently, but tightly. He slowly guided you to his bedroom, walking past the bathroom with the door wide open and you caught a glimpse of the sink being red, something in you realise that those are not paint. Especially how the red were darker than usual.
And then when his bedroom door finally opened you were greeted with the sight of his axe covered in red, blood dripping down on the carpet and your heart dropped to the floor when you see who's on the floor. "I want... I want to be honest. I want to be better and protect you—" you snapped at him.
He was surprised, seeing you so scared and panicked just made him confused. Confused but angry, he didn't like it. It's nothing how he had initially planned, but you didn't give chance for him to reply as you were out the hallway already.
You ignored the call from his panicked voice, ignoring the way how he's desperately trying to reach out to you and ignoring how he's trying to scare you. You left, you ran to one person that you could trust. Guessing he hasn't killed him yet.
You were on your knees when Andrew opened his door, crying and begging to let you hidein his place. Your form were shaking and he couldn't understand a single word coming out from your mouth, he tried everything to help you. Letting you breath and holding your hands as you cry out your troubles, believe it or not. He had expected this would be the outcome, he has noticed a sign but he was worried he was imagining things.
He should've trusted his guts, knowing how much in danger you are now. And him.
And then the two of you heard a knock, it was a complete silence before the door broke down and Ivan walked in. He was pissed and gripping that axe you saw in his bedroom.
Andrew instinctively hid you behind him, an attempt to hide you from Ivan and protect you but that only made Ivan angrier. "Get out." Andrew mumbled out to Ivan, he had punched him once and he wouldn't hesitate to do it again.
"No." He pointed over to you. "I'm only here to pick up my partner."
"Not when you're basically holding a bloodied axe! What the hell are you thinking!? Threatening them!?" Andrew voice rings out from one ear to another. "..."
"Maybe you haven't realised it but you're basically abusing them if you keep this up-" Andrew voice cuy short when Ivan's axe met his shoulder, nearly impaling his whole body but enough to let him still breathing. You cried out over to Andrew, voice shaking from the amount of blood dripping out from his deep cut.
"This... Isn't... Your... Business..." Ivan raised his axe once more, but hesitated when your crying over in front of him. Begging and begging for Ivan to let him go and leave you, but he won't. He won't leave you and he doesn't want to let Andrew alive but he's wasting so many times if he's thinking about this.
So he left with cradling your unconscious close to him and to his apartment where nobody would find you and suspect anything.
"Don't worry, I wouldn't put an axe through you." His tone were sweet, honey taste filled with salt. It didn't sit right with you, no matter how much kiss he's giving you or even promising you. You can't help to be scared at every little things he does. "I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you so so so much..." He gives your cheek another peck.
Amelia, I would be able to live in peace if i asked one request and a question of your response.
As I please ask for at least one incorrect quote of our and my creations of readers under the realm of Forsaken or any scenario u can think of!
I would let you and be proud!
Any of yours will do and mine once too, just like that one lovesick! forsaken collab. The limit is up to you on how many you can add.
i would really like to see our creation of variety of readers interact and make dynamics between!
And my life shall be yours!
But if any suggestions; feel free. (pls add ivan! reader, it would be so funny sorry i am in love)
sorry for begging 😭 if ever. dont want to pressure you but i have to release my creation to the world!
*does the japanse apologizing kneeling and runs away liek Reginald*
Bye!
Ivan!reader is added, but not really the center of this quote
Also disclaimer: this is prolly ooc, platonic and the dialogue is based off an already canon interaction in pppidwtbamg, ivan!reader and shelly!reader replace zira
Another disclaimer for anyone who tries to do the same after sweetie, in PINNED post
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Being dragged around by a shell girl wasn't really how he thought he'd spend his day
As he made the mistake of mentioning his slight curiosity about the star guardian, next moment he's getting dragged. The girl did mention wanting to take a picture of the guardian before switching back to a normal average look
Luckily for both, they found said guardian, right about to detransform.
Shelly!reader: HEY! [NAME]! WAIT!!
Aika!reader: ..hm?
Turning around to see the two, their expression slightly relaxes ever since the entire magical form
Seeing the two huffs, they spoke up:
Aika!reader: oh hey! A while since i last saw any of you two, just let me detransform back for a-
Shelly!reader: NO NEED! Me and gay boy over here just-
Ivan!reader: wait what-
Shelly!reader: -wanted to take a picture of you in this form? If you want to of course!! After all-
And went on to ramble, mainly about making sure the other version of themself is comfortable, as the magical star cut off the shell by saying:
Aika!reader: well i don't see why not, just don't be disappointed when it isn't what you wanted
That causes The two to be confused, before the guy even manages to form the question, his companion pulled out a camera and took a picture, a second later a photo came out of it
As the two looked at the results, instead of a magnificent guardian of the stars, it was..
Ivan!reader: ... It looks like you just took a picture of the sun.
Aika!reader: yeah, helps us stay anonymous i guess, it only works on magical form too
Shelly!reader: awh :(
As the man tilts his head slightly, he gave an idea
Ivan!reader: i suppose drawing is the only option left.
Shelly!reader: [NAME]... you're a GENIUS!
As suddenly, the two people were picked up like rice bags by the shell, forgetting how strong she actually is considering her fixation
The guardian muttering about them staying a little longer in this form was the last thing heard from anyone nearby
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.
uhhh guys i updated it theres 2 parts. First is non con, the other is uhhh not so non con
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, 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
“Sometimes you make me do things I can’t resist.”
— 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 weapon that 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. He slowly dragged his axe in a pattern, like he had done this to you a thousand times. He pulled away, licking his lips.
He stared at your skin like he just created a masterpiece. “…i’m so sorry, puppy. Did it hurt?…” he spoke with condescension, and with serious worry too. You looked down at your wound, tears falling down slightly. You gritted your teeth, watching as his finger brushed away your blood. He carved his name into your fucking skin.
He chuckled softly, and he held you down, throwing the axe away. “You’re all mine now.” He picked you up, put you on the couch, and then placed you on his lap. “You should apologize, do you know how hard it was for me to grab the axe?” He sighed, pecking your lips. “I didn’t want to..” he was fully grinding lips against you like a man in a drunken haze.
“I didn’t want it to come to this, i didn’t want to hurt you.” He pulled up your shirt long enough to reveal your chest to him. “You just make me do things i can’t resist, puppy.” He sucked on your nipple, his hand going to your wrists to put them behind your back.
His hand went down into your underwear, his fingers finding your clit with proper ease. He circled your bud slowly, letting you adjust to his forced initiation.
He pulled you down on the couch. “Be good, my love.. maybe i’ll let you cum, hm?…” he whispered, fingers sliding into your wet heat. His two fingers pumped your cunt slowly, twisting his fingers just in the right places for you to completely force your guard down.
He pulled down your pants, and zipped his own pants. You whimpered, putting your hands on his shoulders. You sobbed, fingers slowly slipping out as his cock slipped in instead.
He let out a groan. You were so wet, like you were already ready to take his load. “I-ivan.. please…” you panted, feeling tears form on your eyes already. “Please what?” He stared at you, slowly pumping his cock inside of you.
He brung you closer, letting you rest on his chest as his hands went down on your hips. “Shh.. it will be all over, puppy.” He kissed you, tongue invading your mouth.
He moaned in the kiss, his cock spreading your tight walls as his cock worked inside of you. “You’re taking me so well right now.” He whispered various compliments in your ear, his hot breathing tickling your shoulder.
He shifted, pulling you down on the couch. He got on top of you, his thighs beside yours. He started to fuck you properly now, each thrust of his cock milking your fluids.
You hit his arm, back arching off the mattress as his tip hit your hilt again, and again. “You’re okay, puppy. You’re doing so well.” He breathed, thrusts now growing sharper.
He sped up his movements, each pound making a soft plap sound in the room. He licked your lips, his hand interlocking yours, and the other going down to your clit. He started to circle it harshly to match his movements, letting you at least let out some frustrations out.
You started to cry, not resisting anymore, but not accepting. Ivan noticed your shift, and immediately started to pet you. “You’re so good.. see?”
He panted, hips slowly starting to loose rhythm as he felt his release slowly boil up. He put his hands beside your head, his lips capturing your nipple.
You trembled, whimpering as he continued his assault. He moaned, shoving his cock deep inside you as he possibly could. His movements began to speed up, each thrust physically hurting your stomach.
He furrowed his brows, sweat dripping down on your collarbone. He kissed you once more, pressing his body as much as hd could on you. He pulled your legs up to your chest, digging in deeper inside you if that was even possible.
He moaned loudly into the kiss as thick drops of cum invaded your heat. He pulled his cock out, pushing in a finger to keep all of his cum inside. “You took me so well, angel..”
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 unwillingly shook with pure ecstasy, feeling like you were getting tortured. 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?
