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apocalypticgargoyle · 3 years

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Hey, I adore your work; you are so very talented!! ♡ Would you mind writing a continuation of 'Reverse Your Regret,' in which Sapnap gets possessive over the reader? Perhaps, after their ex arrogantly reaches out to them, asking for forgiveness, the reader thoughtlessly brings it up to the incubus .. I hope that makes sense .. Anyways, wherever you decide to take this AU (if anywhere), it will be magnificent. Just wanted to share a passing thought. :)

I love this. I absolutely love this. Also this request.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍'𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊. ⛧ 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐮𝐛𝐮𝐬!𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐚𝐩 (𝟏𝟖+)

pairing: incubus!Sapnap x afab!reader

warnings: smut (18+), biting, possessiveness, Dream being an asshole, language, mentions of God and angels

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You furrowed your brows slightly as a knock came to your door. Checking your watch briefly, you swiveled around the corner from your campaign of rifling through the fridge. You were hesitant to peek at who it was, mainly because of the time of night. You stood on your toes, peering through the peephole until your eyes focused on a familiar head of blond hair.

You slumped back against the door, feeling out of breath, and paralyzed with shock. What was he doing out there? You scorned, trying to remember if you had recently texted him when you were drunk, or if he had come on his own accord.

You twisted the knob slowly before inhaling and opening your door to face him. Clay’s eyes met yours, his weight leaning on his hand propped against the threshold lazily. His towering frame blocked most of the hallway light from spilling into your apartment. “Hey,” he greeted easily, voice raspy and low. It had once been your absolute weakness; how simply he could make you unravel by just whispering in your ear or making a snide comment.

You moved an inch to let him into your apartment as if you were on autopilot from his previous actions. After you shut the door behind the two of you, you shoved your hands in your pockets, your fingers brushing against the cardstock that had brought Sapnap to you. His voice seemed to flash into your head when you touched it as if he were consoling you.

Clay leaned against the back of your couch, crossing his arms as he surveyed your body as if he were looking for something in particular. He wet his lips, furrowing his brows. “I really miss you,” he mumbled, looking at you with a softer expression. “I really have no idea what was going through my head when I broke things off,” he apologized.

You raised your eyebrows at him. “I’m not…” you answered, the hesitance in your voice demonstrating your disbelief. “I mean, we really… weren’t healthy…” His eyes drifted to your floor in front of him before darting back up to your gaze.

He stiffened slightly as if noticing something about you. “You look different,” he muttered absent-mindedly. You pinched yourself, wondering how you could have ever vied for his gaze and attention. You used to yearn for him to scrutinize and nit-pick, but now you knew what it was like to have a man that earned your respect, even if he did own you. Clay only took it.

You shrugged slightly, unsure of how to answer him as the pads of your fingers traced the raised print on the card. “I haven’t done anything differently,” you answered, averting your stare to bounce around at his clothing.

He tsked lowly. “No, something is definitely off about you.” He stood, walking to plant himself in front of you. He slowly reached a hand toward you, brushing your hair off your shoulder before gently dipping his fingers between your collar and moving your shirt to expose one of your shoulders. You hated yourself for wanting to lean into his touch and bury your face in his chest.

His fingers brushed against a sore spot on your skin, and you knew instantly what he was looking at: a bite from Sapnap.

Something dark flickered across his expression and he seemed almost fearful as he took a step back from you. He smirked slightly. “I see how it is,” he nipped mockingly, teeth digging into his bottom lip. “I knew your eyes seemed a bit dead, I just didn’t think you would have gone that far.”

You quipped an eyebrow in his direction, your hand moving to rest over the mark. There was no way he could have been able to tell what it meant. Your heart thumped in your chest as you wondered what Clay would have thought of you.

Before you could ask, he spoke again. “I just came by to check up on you. I heard you’d been acting strange.” He chuckled shortly. “I get why now.” You weren’t sure why he was so bitter, in fact, even when the two of you were at your worst, he never spoke to you with such malice. He began to back out of your apartment. “Just be careful. You don’t seem like the type stupid enough to get into that stuff, but from the looks of it, I might be wrong.”

You furrowed your brows, watching him leave as you stood there in shock, unable to piece together what had just happened. You weren’t sure how long you have been standing in the middle of your apartment with your mind running blank.

“What is that smell?” Sapnap’s voice boomed from one corner of your room, making you jump to look at him, your heart seemingly restarting. His face twisted in some kind of angry disgust.

You exhaled. “Jesus! You have to stop doing that!” You bit back as he seemed to further investigate whatever was bothering him, even going as far as opening a window. When you realized how much I affected him you self-consciously sniffed yourself. You smelled fine. “What are you smelling?” You queried, watching as he scoured your living room.

He stopped, looking at you with gleaming eyes. Something seemed to click in his mind and before you knew it, he was standing before you, hand resting on the side of your neck as he took a whiff of you, nose brushing against your neck. You inched away from him out of confusion and discomfort. “You’ve had an angel in here haven’t you?”

You were taken aback, to say the least. “I- what?”

“Who just left?” He asked, covering his mouth and nose as if you were repulsive to him.

You swallowed, crossing your arms over your chest, and folding in on yourself. “I don’t know… It was just my ex-boyfri-“

He cut you off. “Are you fucking serious?” You nodded slowly, wondering where he was going with this, and if these pieces of your story were de-cluttering his puzzle. “That’s why you were so uncomfortable, and why you smell overwhelmingly like rotting flowers?”

You tilted your head. “Rotting flowers?”

Sapnap rubbed his chin slightly. “He could probably tell. Mortals lose a certain light in their eyes after giving themselves to a demon,” he muttered, watching your expression shift. “Those fucking God cops are always in our territory.”

You wet your lips. “Speak plainly, Sapnap,” you insisted, breath becoming shallow.

He smugly grinned at you. “You were prime angel real estate before I came along, baby,” he answered snidely, making heat spread across your body. He got closer to you, pressing his fingertips against the portions of your skin that Clay had grazed over just moments prior as if he were spreading his own scent to cleanse Clay off your skin. “Now, not even God can help you,” he gleamed, teeth tugging at his lip before leaning towards you and pressing his mouth to yours. He broke the kiss only to hover near your ear, one of his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you against him. “Your soul’s mine.”

His body was intoxicating, and while you knew it was dangerous to be with him, you felt safer with Sapnap even if he was blatantly telling you just how damned you were. The news was easier to swallow with his tongue slipping into your mouth and his voice whispering sweetly possessive venom into your ear.

You ground your hips against him as he pressed his lips against your neck, teeth trailing after his contact, fingers digging into your skin or the leather couch beneath you. Your hair tangled with his movements, clawing at his back as his teeth clicked against your chest. His tongue darted over his previous bite that you figured would end up scaring; a permanent homage to him on your body.

He had known the adrenaline rushing through your veins at Clay’s arrival. He’d known the discomfort and the borderline fear you had to edge yourself off of earlier, therefore as he kneaded the flesh of your thighs in his hand, he was sure to validate that Clay could threaten you all he wanted, but while Sapnap was around, he couldn’t hurt you. He had explained in the past that you were his personal plaything, and thus you had gained his protection and respect in an almost sadistic way.

You moaned as his fingers slid beneath your shirt, tugging it over your head while you pulled his own off, letting his lips attack your neck again. You brazenly ground your hips up against his, wrapping a leg around his thigh in a desperate search for more friction.

You knew the heated mix of Sapnap’s possessive urges and your determination to please him would have your knees shaking in no time as he dragged your pants down your legs, fingers clawing at the now bare skin of your thighs as you, carded your fingers through his hair, tugging at his roots and swallowing his moans.

The two of you rushed into your pleasures, letting him push into you and send your mind spending. You were forgetting Clay’s name with each punctuated thrust of his hips as he bottomed out in you. You clenched around him, making him groan into your shoulder, teeth threatening to mark you again.

He pulled out of you, only to flip you onto your stomach, jutting your hips up and against his as he drove himself into you again, pressing your shoulders into the couch. You bit down on your bottom lip preventing yourself from moaning out his name as his fingers dug into your shoulders, teaching you just how much he liked to use your body. With how good he was making you feel, you didn’t give a damn.

He panted out your name, his voice low and gruff as he nearly commanded and controlled your orgasm. You whimpered at his antics and he chuckled darkly. “I should be ripping you apart after you let that thing into your apartment,” he threatened seductively. You moaned out and apology as his lips and tongue met your shoulder blade, fingers tracing the length of your spine. You could feel the pads of his fingers circling each of your vertebrates as he drove himself deeper into you, reaching just where you needed him.

You came undone quicker than you had expected, moaning as he picked up his pace to bring himself to finishing, your vision blurring from the stimulation as he used you. His hand gripped onto your hips as his paces stuttered against you, a groan hissing through his teeth. His hand laced with yours momentarily before the two of you straightened yourselves up.

You pulled your knees to your chest, watching him rebutton his shirt. You slipped your arms further into your hoodie and he looked at you with a small perk of his eyebrow. “What are you thinking about?” He asked.

You chewed the corner of your mouth. “What do demons smell like to angels then?”

“Charcoal,” he answered plainly. “Sometimes just burning.” He sat beside you, pulling you to his side. You snuggled into his warmth, resting your head on his chest.

You inhaled sharply. “So… Clay’s an angel…”

You couldn’t see his face, but you knew his eyes began to glow at the mention of the other species, especially the man you’d been associated with. “Yeah, they call him Dream.” He hesitated slightly. “He’s one of the worst.”

You felt like you were walking on eggshells to ask him more. “Did you know him?”

“Yeah,” he sighed. “Before I got kicked out,” he joked, covering the obvious hurt in his voice.

“Kicked out of where?” You probed, already somewhat figuring you knew the answer.

He was quiet. “Heaven.”

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sergeantnex · 3 years

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Karlnapity x Child!Reader: Adoption Incident (Fluff)

There were many demons, incubus, and succubus that were coming and going from the Badlands. The few that wished to stay had to prove themselves to Bad and Skeppy. The typical are you good or do you have bad intentions, kind of proving. Something Bad didn't predict was finding a small child in the Nether just sitting by the edge of a clif on their own.

His fatherly instincts took over and he bolted to grab them. Clinching the little one, they giggled peering up at him with (e/c) eyes. Their skin a slightly lighter shade of black than his own. Their little tail swished as they grabbed at his face lightly. Smiling Bad lifted them up and held them closely, the small child began playing with the leather strap across his chest.

Bad had searched everywhere and even asked around for your parents but never found any. He sighed lightly, he didn't exactly want to leave them here. Bad sat and began pulling out the muffins he had baked earlier this morning to eat. Picking small pieces off, he held out the small pieces for the little one to eat. Bad was slow and careful letting them eat but also attempting to get them to stand. The little half breed stood for a few seconds before falling back to their butt with a pout.

"Aw don't worry little muffin, I'll teach you how to walk!" Bad exclaimed now excited as the idea of having another child to raise struck him. After his short little eating break with his new child, he began his way home. Taking all the safe routes just to make sure neither one of them lost a life. After all the Nether wasn't the place to be unless the person was prepared.

Just as Bad got home Sam and Skeppy had both eaten most of the muffins. Shaking his head Bad moved to introduce you to his two closest people, he would introduce you to Sapnap when he got a chance. After all both him and his son were busy people with their own lives.

"Oh hey there Bad- what do you have?" Skeppy asked leaning to peek more at his partner.

"A new addition to our little family?" Bad replied making it sound more like a question then a statement. He shifted his little muffin in his arms so that the mix breed could see Sam and Skeppy. Giggling they reached out to touch Sam, drawn in by his speckled green skin. Sam smiled letting them touch his hand before they turned towards Badboyhalo's clothes.

°•°•°Third POV°•°•°

Sapnap was shocked to see his father, Badboyhalo, holding a small little Cambion (a half demon, half human) child. Your skin closely matched Bad's but your eyes were a bright (e/c) standing out in the dim room.

"Are they walking yet?" Sam asked watching as you played with Bad's clothes.

"No, they aren't even talking yet but I don't think Sapnap would mind the little muffin." Bad explained gently setting you on the ground to let you use his leg to stand. He had hopes that you would start walking soon. You eyes locked with Sapnap's fiery deep brown hue eyes before he turned and left.

|Months later|

The rage Sapnap felt when he found out Bad was under the eggs control, partially making him forget about you. Sap wouldn't lie, he wasn't overly fond of you but that didn't mean you deserved this. Bad spent more time with the egg making Sap worry. Unable to stop himself, he sprinted to his father's home and began looking for you. Feeling lonely and cold you had found yourself by fire, lightly babbling like the fire understood.

"Hey little spitfire, come on. George or I will keep a eye on you, undistracted." He said letting you curl the tail of his bandana around your tiny hand. By the time he made it back to his house with his fiances, you were asleep. Karl gushed about how cute you were, gently rubbing your back.

"Can I hold them?" Karl asked in a soft tone. Sapnap couldn't deny him especially since he used that tone. Nodding he handed you over watching as Karl held you tightly, your thin little tail curling around Karl's arm.

"I guess we'll be taking care of them until this egg stuff blows over?" Quackity questions Sapnap in a quieter tone than his normal hoping to not disturb you.

"Yeah when I got there they were trying to play with fire. We'll need to take them to the Nether and let them warm up properly." Sapnap explained pulling Quackity to sit with him and Karl. The three of them quickly falling asleep with you. Sapnap made a mental note to visit George soon, since he has forgotten due to you taking a nap.

|The Next Morning|

You woke first, noticing the three surrounding you were still sleeping rather well. Quickly noticing Sapnap you reached out to lightly pat his cheek which in turn caused him to shift away. Shivering from the lack of heat you needed as a Nether demon half breed, made you whine. Sapnap quickly jolted awake when you whined getting ready to start crying, your body giving a clear shiver.

"Alright alright hold on, we'll leave them a note then head off to the Nether." Sapnap whispered writing a quick note for his fiances when they woke up. Gently holding you, he slipped out of the house and took the faster path to the Nether. Luckily for Sapnap lava and fire couldn't harm him in the way it did others. The biggest question for him was could it hurt you. Your squirming and fussing halted completely once both of you were inside the Nether you instantly calmed.

"This is all you wanted huh?" Sapnap chuckled moving to sit by a small pool of lava. Meanwhile Karl and Quackity panicked when they woke with you and Sapnap gone. It took them a hot minute to find his note explaining that you both were in the Nether. Karl placed a hand on his heart before lacing his fingers with Quackitys' own fingers.

"There they are!" Quackity said quickly spotting you and Sap. As the two approached they couldn't help but smile at your giggles when Sap lifted you into the air a bit.

"Maybe we should adopt if we give them back, I think we'd make great parents~" Karl now cooed peaking over Sapnap's shoulder. Sapnap nearly had a heart attack from suddenly hearing Karl's voice.

"If?" Quackity questioned moving to sit on the other side of Sap. You reached for Karl lightly with tiny little hands. He couldn't deny with how cute you looked your thin tail swishing from side to side.

"Who said I wanted to give them back?" Karl replied taking you from Sap. It didn't take long for you to start rubbing your eyes and yawning. Quackity now carried you in his arms since Karl had left saying he had something to do and Sapnap had to tell George what was going on. Big Q wouldn't admit out loud but the idea of taking you in and all three of them working together to raise you sounded amazing.

"Maybe we could keep you after all?" He whispered as their house came into view. He wondered after the egg got destroyed if you would ever want to go back to Badboyhalo or if you would want to stay with them. Smiling he eased himself on to the bed holding you close, deciding a nap would work great as a pass time.

°•°•°Sapnap's POV°•°•°

Much to my surprise I was actually pretty happy with George saying he had gotten too busy to help me with my little sibling. I quickly stopped by my dad's house on the way home because I needed to get their stuff. Skeppy and Sam looked exhausted but also panicked.

"Oh Sapnap please tell me you've seen (Y/n)! We came back and they were gone, we can't find them anywhere!" Skeppy rambled quickly worry clear in his voice.

"Yeah (Y/n) is with me and my fiances, when I got here yesterday they were trying to play with fire because they were cold and alone." I emphasized moving to gather what I would need to care for them. Skeppy came to a halt at the door.

"You've got them??" He echoed looking even further in shock. I nodded and pulled the bag around my shoulder lightly stepping around my second dad.

"Karl is threatening to keep them instead of giving them back, which you know I've got to say. I don't mind the idea one bit, they are well behaved and the three of us have mentioned kids." I explained moving back to the door so I could get home. Sam had collapsed on the couch seemingly on the verge of sleep, not that I could blame him.

Sam had enough to worry about with Dream being locked up in the prison. He was mainly the one on duty, guarding the prison from any potential threats. Sam wouldn't have enough time to watch a child and guard the prison. Poor man needed a break. Skeppy was always gathering materials for the others now, well that or playing a prank on someone.

"If Bad ever gets free from the egg I'll tell him you are keeping them. I'm sure he'll be glad that you cared enough to take them in." Skeppy said with a smile, lightly pulling me in for a hug.

"Thank you Sap, be safe." He said gently ruffling my hair. Rolling my eyes playfully I nodded, giving my goodbyes and left for home. Not expecting the house to be so quiet when I stepped in. Slowly setting their bag down by the couch, I took light steps around the house searching for Quackity and (Y/n).

A sigh of relief left me when I saw (Y/n) sleeping on Quackity, both peacefully resting. I smiled softly lightly placing my hand on (Y/n)'s back and a light kiss to Big Q's forehead. I turned to head back to the kitchen hoping Karl would be back by lunch. Looking in my dad's little booklet on (Y/n) noting different things like them not talking or walking yet.

Giving a slight hum I began to move the furniture around in the living room to make space so we could teach them to walk. Karl would be excited to teach them to talk, while Quackity and I could encourage walking. Deciding I had moved stuff around enough I moved to make lunch.

The sound of the front door opening and closing made me turn to see who came in. Karl spotted me and grinned, quickly sliding over and peaking at the various sandwiches I was making for lunch. I held one of the sandwiches out for him only for him to take a bite of it, instead of taking it. He giggled at my shocked expression. Laughing with him I rolled my eyes playfully at him, before grabbing the plate of the sandwiches.

I lightly pulled Karl towards the bedroom to show him (Y/n) and Quackity sleeping so soundly. Karl gasped and gave a soft aw that followed shortly after the gasp. I could see the love in his eyes as he inches towards the bed, softly rubbing their back. I joined him lightly shaking Quackity so they could join us for lunch. (Y/n) yawned and stretched out their (e/c) eyes fluttering open.

They sat up lightly reaching for me, their little hands making the grab motion a few times. Whispering that I was going to take a shower with them real quick to make sure they are clean. Karl smiled and said he'd do his best to wake Quackity. That man could sleep for years and still wake up tired.

°•°•°Karl's POV°•°•°

I smiled watching Sapnap carry (Y/n) towards the bathroom to take a shower. I couldn't help the pure bliss at the idea that they were our child now. The three of us were now parents of a little cambion, our little demon. Their little tail that swished with excitement or curled around whoever's arm that was carrying them.

"Come on Quackity, Sap made lunch. Wake up~" I said nudging his side softly trying to stir him awake. I screamed in surprise when he pulled me to lay with me, muttering about wanting more sleep. Laughing I tried wiggling free from his hold which made him in turn made him laugh along with me. Finally getting free I turned and ran towards the living room thinking I had gotten away.

My relief was short lived when I heard him get up and come following after me. Giggling I did my best to avoid him, hoping Sapnap would get out of the shower with our sweet baby and save me. Quackity chuckled making a quick lung to grab at me only to stumble and fall. We were both so lost in our laughter that we didn't hear Sapnap enter the living room.

"Alright you two what's so funny?" He asked a smile resting on his lips. Doing my best to explain past my laughter only to end up laughing harder than before. Finally our laughter died down enough for us to explain, a few giggles escaping in the process. We all moved to sit at the table taking our sandwiches, each of us taking turns feeding (Y/n).

"I looked over my dad's notes on what he needed to teach them and I figured we could take turns with them. They don't know how to walk or how to talk." Sap explained letting them take tiny sips of his water.

"I'd love to teach them to walk!!" I exclaimed excitedly smiling at (Y/n) who reached for another piece of food. I smiled brightly offering a small piece to them as Quackity proudly said they would be walking in no time. I joked about having him child proof the whole house.

Once we all finished eating Quackity took their tiny hands in his own, guiding them with each step. Offering small words of encouragement as they made their way to the couch and back to the kitchen. I laughed softly at Quackity's eagerness to see them walk. I lightly hugging Sapnap from behind while he washed our plates and cups. Once he finished he turned in my embrace, smiling his charming smile at me.

"Thank you for bringing them here. I feel like the three of us would be great parents." I whispered softly kissing his lips. It wasn't official but I'd love to take them in as our child. This would be a perfect first step to being parents at least.

"Who said they were going back? I told Skeppy I was taking them and didn't exactly plan on giving them back." Sap mumbled lightly scratching the back of his neck with a grin. I smiled brightly pressing kisses all over his face to show my excitement. Sap dissolved in to laughter trying to stop me as Quackity and (Y/n) entered the kitchen.

"What has you all kissy Karl?" Big Q asked a slight hint of jealousy in his tone. I giggled letting Sapnap take (Y/n) from him before I pressed kisses all over his face as well.

"Their ours. Like officially, (Y/n) will be our little baby!" I exclaimed turning to cradle them and smother them in kisses as well. Little laughter filled the kitchen when they began laughing from the kisses. Sapnap quickly joined in tickling their sides making their laughter raise in volume. Big Q jumped in to 'save' our little demon from our attacks. He screamed and ran from the both of us, our own laughter joining in with their cute laughter.

By night (Y/n) was out like a light curled up on Sapnap's chest with Quackity and I on his sides. Quackity's and my hand both lay crossed over their back, while Sapnap's arms were supporting their little butt. Whispering my goodnights and 'I love you's to my fiances and our new little cambion.

#mcyt fluff #mcyt x reader fluff #mcyt fandom #dream smp #dream smp fluff #dream smp x reader fluff #sapnap fluff #sapnap x reader fluff #karl fluff #karl x reader fluff #quackity fluff #quackity x reader fluff #karlnapity #karlnapity x reader #fluff #x child reader

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angy-mouse · 2 years

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THIS IS ME ASKING FOR MORE MONSTER MANOR !!!!!!! plsplsplspls

ngl when i first read this i thought you were saying pspspsps so I was literally like "CALLING THE CAT IN TO INTIMIDATE ME, HUH? WELL IM NOT SO EASILY- oh wait-" rip i need to get more sleep

btw in case other ppl dont know bc apparently basic knowledge to me is stuff other ppl literally never encounter and idk which fun facts other ppl have never heard: the big cat tongue thing i reference in this is the fact that the sandpaper feeling from touching a housecat's tongue is bc they have little bumps/spines to get the saliva all the way down their fur to the skin, but bc big cats are bigger with thicker fur they have intimidating spikes that can literally take your face off if they lick at you enough and thats actually a way they break down their meat to eat it easier. Fun fact :)

“You think this is funny, huh?”

“Hilarious,”

“You think you’re real cute?”

“Adorable,”

“Well I got news for ya,” you muttered leaning forward until your noses brushed. “You’s a bitch.” George faked an offended gasp but it just didn’t have the same effect when he was grinning ear-to-ear, tail moving like a snake behind him. You huffed at his lack of shame, pulling back to motion at your very red, very unrecoverable in this heat neck. “Look at this, George!”

He whimpered, ears finally pressing flat against his head. “I forget you’re not built to handle a big cat’s tongue! Rawr,”

“I can’t go out like this! I had to cancel with Niki and Puffy and you know how much I was looking forward to a nice girl’s night!” His ears perked back up and his cheshire grin returned, making you falter. “...You crafty bastard!”

He shrieked as you picked up a pillow and started beating him with it. “I get lonely when you’re gone, okay?! Sapnap is the only werewolf I’ve ever met that takes an hour of coercing to cuddle; Dream, Punz, and Karl are all cold; and Corpse always has a half-mast- though I admire that Incubus stamina-”

You let out a frustrated groan, throwing the pillow at a wall so you could rub your temples. “We talked about this,” you sighed, flopping on the bed next to him. “When I agreed to move in one of the conditions was I get to go out as I please- none of that controlling bullshit you see in books and tv.”

The two of you laid in silence for a few moments, both of your thoughts racing, until George rolled onto his side to face you. “...I can’t lie and say I’m sorry for marking you-”

“You’re really bad at this ‘apologizing’ thing-”

“But,” he stressed, letting out a sigh and tucking his nose into the hair at your temples so he could mutter into your ear, “‘m sorry I wasn’t thinking about what you wanted. You’re right, I let myself get out of hand just like we all said we wouldn’t. I promise I’ll- I am trying to do better… How can I try to make it up to you, darling?”

You thought it over before sighing, turning your head to share a gentle bunny kiss. “Some popcorn and my favorite childhood cartoons on the big screen would be a good start.”

He smiled softly, placing a peck on your lips. “That sounds lovely,” he hummed, pushing himself off the bed to make his way to the kitchen.

“...Georgie?” He turned around in the doorway with a hum. “I love you… you know that, right? And no argument is gonna change that.”

He smiled but you swore it didn’t reach his eyes as his tail hung limp and his ears back against his head. He blew you a kiss. “I love you, too,”

#this seemed longer when i was writing it sadge #angymouse #squeakin #monstermanor #gogysqueaks

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thatoneao3writer · 3 years

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Any more karlnapity hc or just a mini fic, I’m just craving karlnapity

Karlnapity hcs coming right up!

Quackity is Sapnap and Karl's tutor. Despite not having the same courses and only having one or two subjects in common.

They are considered the ultimate power couple of the whole Uni. With Quackity being arguably the smartest student in school, Sapnap barreling his way to popularity in a few weeks for just existing, and Karl being the Student Body President. No one can fight against them.

Quackity and Karl are half-convinced that Sapnap is some kind of Incubus. Like, how the hell did he get the majority of the school to shrimp over him in a span of one week?

Karl and Q aren't very fond of horror movies, but they know it's Sapnap's favorite. So they don't make much of a fight when he wants to watch a horror movie with them.

Their food preferences are so vastly different that it takes them half a day to decide where and what to eat. (Karl would eat nothing but junk foods, Quackity keeps insisting on eating Mexican food, and Sapnap would never eat anything that isn't spicy).

If a hero/villain fight would get broadcasted live, Karl would watch it and quietly cheer for his boyfriends. Sometimes tho... sometimes he forgets where he is and cheers loudly when Quackity or Sapnap wins their fight. He's gotten too much weird and condescending looks for his liking.

Quackity brought some of Sam's pumpkin pie to school once. Now Karl would never stop asking for more.

#quackity #sapnap #karl jacobs #karlnapity #ask #ttau

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apocalypticgargoyle · 3 years

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summary: smut series; incubus!sapnap x fm!reader, mentions of angel!dream x reader

chapters:

I. Reverse Your Regret (18+)

II. The Demon's Mark (18+)

III. Angels & Demons (18+)

IV. Sweet Dreams

V. Archangel (18+) - coming soon...

#sapnap x y/n #sapnap smut #sapnap x reader #incubus!sapnap #incubus au #sapnap x you #the devil's catch

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apocalypticgargoyle · 3 years

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Ok you amazing person. Demon Sapnap, but the reader is really sick or maybe is in an accident and ends up in hospital. Sapnap and Dream both visit and get jealous of eachother. Eventually Dream leaves and Sapnap is just there like 👁👄👁 And then after a day or two the reader is finally home and Sapnap is like really pent up because he has been jealous Horny and reader has been in hospital and he just rails them, but softly because reader is still weak. Basically jealous soft-dom Demon Sapnap.

This is just an idea- by no means do you have to write it :)

I'm begrudgingly writing Dre as Mr. Steal Your Girl for obvious reasons (/ j), but also I couldn't pass down this idea for incubus 3 ;) I'm also going to include a few other requests I had about Sap's backstory and some smut. enjoy!

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒 & 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒. ⛧ 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐮𝐛𝐮𝐬!𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐚𝐩 (𝟏𝟖+)

warnings: smut (18+), spanking, degradation, thigh riding, domination, literally quoting the b!ble

here's a playlist for those of you that were asking for it. i would love to see what the rest of you are listening to :)

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You opened your eyes slowly, the ache in your body fully coming to your attention as you noticed the metronome of beeps coming from the machines connected to the tubes in your arm. You turned your head, squinting as your eyes struggled to focus on the figure beside you. After a few minutes, your brain pieced together his features and your heart eased when you realized it was Sapnap. For some, obviously ungodly reason, his presence brought you a sense of calm.

His feet were kicked up on the edge of your bed, his eyes scanning over a magazine as he chewed on his bottom lip absent-mindedly. He was dressed more casually than he usually was, probably an attempt at blending into the general public. You reached out a hand, fingers brushing against the soft material of his dark crewneck to get his attention. His gaze moved to look at you, a smirk painting across his pink lips.

You cleared your throat, tongue feeling like sandpaper. “What happened?” You grumbled, reaching beside him for the remote to elevate your head.

He watched your movements carefully. “You got a fever and then passed out cold,” he reminded you softly, making you groan. “Dehydration.” You couldn’t remember what he was talking about, only feeling nauseous in the middle of the night.

“How long have I been here?” You asked, rolling your head on your shoulders as your neck cracked, your limbs popping as you moved slightly. The IV pinched your arm as you moved, making you hiss quietly, making his eyes focus on where it was attached.

He hummed in thought. “A few hours. They wanna keep you until tomorrow, just in case you die or something,” he shrugged, tossing the magazine on the couch in the corner of the room.

You rubbed one of your eyes, a yawn rippling through you. “And why are you here?”

He chuckled. “Obvious reasons,” he stated, nodding towards the bite on your shoulder. “Also, Saint Dream was the first on your emergency contact list, so…” You pulled your knees to your chest as you looked at him.

“Even if it’s just because you have a quota to meet, I’m glad you’re here,” you muttered and something flickered behind his eyes, a smug expression tugging at his lips.

He leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees, feet planted on the ground. “You’re not part of my quota, baby.” Your cheeks flushed at his words but before you could respond, he tensed up, eyes clouding with a darkened gold. They always shifted when something was intruding. You furrowed your brows at him. “Lupus in fabula venit enim ad me,” he mumbled darkly, the venom of sarcasm dripping from his voice as a knock came at your door.

Clay stuck his head through the threshold, eyes softening at you. Sapnap watched him silently as he stepped inside, rambling off how worried he was about you. Clay seemed to ignore Sapnap’s presence as he settled a batch of roses on your nightstand. Sapnap rolled his eyes and once Clay finally acknowledged him, he made a face like he was smelling something rotten. Sapnap looked like he was ready to snap Clay in half if he approached you closer, yet his dark demeanor didn’t dissuade Clay. In fact, it seemed like Clay was hell-bent on ruffling his feathers more, pulling up a chair on the other side of you.

“I didn’t think he would be here,” Clay commented, voice dipping slightly as his sights shifted toward Sapnap, irises flashing brighter. You perked an eyebrow at him.

Sapnap scoffed, leaning back in his seat. “I’m here because she wants me here,” he commented, nearly with a boasting tone. “So, it seems like I’m in the right role to ask what the fuck you think you’re doing.” You kept silent as the two played their game of wits and egos.

Clay smirked at him as if he was in possession of some esoteric knowledge. It dawned on you that you weren’t sure how old either of them actually was. You had dated Clay for god knows how many years, yet you learned more about his past from Sapnap than you had in any of the years you were together. “It’s still in her best interest that she be given options that don’t involve your kind,” he gritted.

Sapnap laughed shortly, a cockiness settling into his appearance. “Oh yeah? In her best interest or in yours, you selfish prick.”

Clay’s jaw tensed, a sigh flooding from his nose. “We can do this more maturely, you know? Like fucking professionals.”

Sapnap shook his head. “I’m not up for negotiating,” the stated bluntly. “Go near her again and I’ll report you,” he assured, his deadpanned stare making your heartbeat quicken.

Clay swallowed, eyes glued to Sapnap’s as the pair of them flexed their dominant personalities. Clay’s eyebrow twitched as if he had thought of something, almost mockingly. “Begone, Satan, inventor and master of all deceit,” he began, making Sapnap roll his eyes again before cutting into Clay’s quote.

“-enemy of man’s salvation. Give place to Christ in Whom you have found none of your works,” he mocked. “Try and exorcise me all you want, feather boy.”

Clay’s hand moved to curl around your wrist and Sapnap leaned against the bed, as if asking Clay to make his next move. “Be alert and of sober mind. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour-“

“Resist him, standing firm in the faith, because you know that the family of believers throughout the world is undergoing the same kind of sufferings,” Sapnap cantered without a thought. “It’s not even the right verse for this, stupid bitch,” he grumbled.

You cleared your throat, pulling your arm away from Clay and trying not to look as if you were slinking towards Sapnap. “You should leave,” you stated, Clay’s lips pursing at your words. “I need to rest.” Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Sapnap’s sly expression cutting into Clay.

After spending another night in the hospital, you were finally unlocking your apartment door and letting Sapnap help you out of your coat. You mumbled something about getting yourself a drink and he brushed you off, already doing it himself. Your mind was racing with questions after what you had witnessed between Clay and Sapnap. You hadn’t doubted the authenticity of Sapnap, but your mind still ran with what had happened to him. He handed you a water, sitting down on your couch as you paced slightly.

He broke into your thoughts. “Go on, tell me what you’re thinking,” he stated, unbuttoning his shirt slightly. You wanted to hex him about the fact that he probably already knew what was pounding against your temples to be asked.

You chewed on the inside of your cheek, rolling over your questions to censor some of them. “The bible’s been translated and reprinted so many times, how are you still…” you gestured with your hands, unable to explain where you were going with your statement.

He chuckled, brushing a hand against his chin. “It really doesn’t matter if it’s actually God’s word or not. It’s a guide, like an outline. Rules, I guess. Think about it like the Constitution.”

“I thought demons like… burned up when someone quoted the bible at them…”

His face fell a bit at this. “No, we just can’t read it,” his tone was almost regretful, sending guilt to pulse through your body because you had asked. “It’s like it’s in a completely different language, and each time I look at it, it shifts around the page. When you get dragged into hell, something happens with your eyes.” He huffed slightly, wetting his lips. “It's kind of like an isolation thing. He wants you to be completely aside from him.”

Your mind clicked, eyeing your heirloom display case. “Can I try something?” You asked, popping open one of the doors after he hummed in response. You fished out your grandmother’s rosary, the cross feeling almost heavy in your hands. You turned on your heel, bringing it closer to him before dangling it in front of him. His eyes drifted away from it, his gaze turning up to you. “Does this bug you?” You probed, making him snort. He took it in his hand, thumb caressing over the design.

He shook his head, chewing on his lip. “It’s a shameful thing really. I feel guilty whenever I look at this kind of stuff,” he muttered; you sat on the arm of his chair and looked over his shoulder. He turned, looping it around your neck. “Does it bug you?”

You held it away from your chest. “For different reasons, I guess.” You stood again, putting it back in its spot beside a photo of your grandfather. “Why’d you get kicked out?” You queried softly, peering over your shoulder.

He was watching you. “Maybe another time.”

“What about your childhood?” You asked. “Did you have one?”

“I know more about your childhood than I do my own. Why all the questions?” He countered with a soft laugh.

You shrugged. “I want to get to know you…” You mumbled, your hand drifting up to rest on your shoulder, feeling heat coming off of his scaring bite mark. “How do you know when to show up?”

He sighed, leaning his back against the chair and stretching his legs. “I can feel when you get anxious. Angels have some kind of block though, that’s why it took me so long to realize you needed me when that bastard was over here.” He shook his head almost like a new fire about Dream had been lit. His eyes flickered up to you. “Unless you weren’t scared.” You shook your head quickly at his joke. He chuckled. “How does it make you feel that I’m in your head sometimes?”

You approached him again. “Narcissistic,” you answered plainly, sinking to your knees before him. You ran your hands up his thighs, a smirk growing on his features as he sat up to be closer to you. “What happens after I die? Eternal damnation?” You questioned, as his hand went to brush against your arms.

He pressed his lips to your neck before digging his fingers into your hair as if he’d been waiting to touch you for days. You hummed as he kissed you, the slight scruff of his unshaven face feeling soft against your cheek. “You shouldn’t have to worry about that. I think I’ll make you immortal or something. Being with me should be enough damnation,” he jeered, making you laugh. “Most of my colleagues take the souls of their targets and leave, but I enjoy your company,” he teased.

“But you already have my soul, right?” The line felt strange coming from your mouth.

His lips brushed against yours. “There’s still an innocent piece of you that I haven’t tapped into. Everyone has it; I like it in you.”

Your eyebrows perked at this, fingers digging into his thighs to make him groan. “What do you mean?”

He kissed you briefly, actions getting needier the longer you were between his legs. “It’s completely pure. Untampered by sin or desire. When a demon gets it, they go feral,” he mumbled, nose pressing into the crook of your neck, teeth dragging across your skin.

You tilted your head to the side, fingers tracing over his zipper. “Take it from me,” you breathed, leaning into his touch.

“No,” he answered blatantly.

You moaned as his tongue slipped against your collarbones. “I want you to have it,” you continued, voice uneven. His fingers tugged at your hair.

His breath was warm against your shoulders. “I’ll take it after a few years. I don’t want it now.”

You pushed him away from you, his eyes already blown with lust as you looked into them. “You just said demons want it so badly. Take mine.”

He chuckled, hands dropping to your jaw. “No,” he repeated, voice light.

You sat back on your heels, looking up at him with a tilted expression. “Is mine not good enough for you?”

He wheezed. “No, it’s perfect. I just… After I take it, it’s like you’re dead. You’re not the same. Your humanity is gone.” He pulled you back up towards him. “I’ll take it when I’m ready to escort you to hell.”

You quipped an eyebrow. “Oh, so you just don’t want me to see your place?” You joked, making him roll his eyes. “Maybe Clay was right. What’s the verse about confession?”

His eyes darkened playfully. “For with the heart one believes and is justified, and with the mouth one confesses and is saved.” It was mind boggling how he could probably quote the whole Bible and was as… sinful… as he was. “Bring up Dream again, and I’ll make sure you can’t walk for a week.”

Your eyelashes fluttered. “You bargain for a fun game," you quipped.

He chuckled darkly. "It was more a light-hearted threat, dove," he muttered.

You sat forward and pressed your lips against his hungrily, letting him pull you into his lap as his fingers curled into the loose ends of your hair. Your fingers ripped at the buttons of his shirt, exposing his chest to you as he tugged at your own clothing. Your teeth dragged against his lips as his hips ground up against you, needy for friction.

You pushed your tongue into his mouth, moaning as his hands moved to your thighs, his blunt nails raking against your jeans. You rolled your hips against his lap, feeling him harden beneath you. He spread his legs further, coaxing you to grind against him as his hands pushed you down to rut against his leg.

You were breathless as you pulled away from him, one of his hands fisting in your t-shirt to bring you close to him, lips and tongue pressing against your neck. "I didn't tell you to stop riding my thigh," he commented darkly, bouncing his knee to make you moan.

Your hand wrapped around the wrist of his hand holding you in place, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth as heat spread across your body. He pulled your shirt over your head, your bare chest at his mercy. Your mind blurred at the sensation and the feeling of him sucking his mark into your skin, making it clear who you belonged to.

You moaned, digging your face into his neck as he rolled his hips against your leg. "Please, Sapnap. I need you," you whimpered, voice a soft whisper in his ear. He chuckled darkly, ripping your pants down your legs as you fumbled to unzip his slacks.

He pulled you onto him without warning, a groan leaving your lips as he suddenly filled you up. "Bold of you to beg for me after associating with that bastard," he bit, thrusting up into you. "I should tie you up and let you suffer for that."

You moaned at his dark tone, grinding your hips against him. Your lips ghosted against his as your cheeks began to feel warm from the stimulation. "I might like that," you jested, your sentence breaking with your voice as he harshly grabbed your hips, driving himself into you harder.

"You're lucky you're still weak," he nipped, voice swirling with lust and power. "I'd throw you over my knee for that comment." His fingers dug into your hips, grinding against you as you bounced on top of him. You moaned at his words. His hand snaked up to wrap around your throat, threatening to apply pressure as he continued to direct your movements, thrusting into you at a deep and reserved pace. "Dirty girl. You want me to punish you, don't you?"

When all you could do was mutter a small beg, he pulled you closer to him, lips meeting yours in a mess of hair, teeth, and tongue. He moaned into your mouth, the taste of his breath was addictive and bliss-inducing.

He pulled you off of him and onto the couch beside him, slipping his shirt the rest of the way off. "I'll fuck the angel lover out of you," he joshed, a hand coming down sharply across your ass; the pain making you moan his name, hands gripping the couch as he pressed your shoulders into the cushion.

He dragged your hips into the air, pushing into you again, rocking his hips against yours with a small grunt. His teeth were sharp against your skin as he pounded into you and an animalistic pace, your mind numbing at the feeling. He pushed your knees further apart to pump himself deeper into you.

You moaned as his weight settled on the hand pinning you to the couch, your hair sticking to your sweaty face as he spanked you again, hand gripping your irritated skin. "Good girl. Take it," he nearly growled, making your skin crawl with an added layer of pleasure. While his pace and mannerisms were ruthless, he was definitely holding back, knowingly going easy on you because of your already weak body. That didn't mean he wasn't reminding you of your sour attitude as he pulled your arm behind your back, his hips snapping against your own to firmly instill his name in your mind.

You reached for the arm rest, a grounding element for you as his motions drove you over the edge in a teeth gritting orgasm, boy flushing with goosebumps under his command. You rocked your hips back against him as he pulled out, jerking himself off instead of giving you the satisfaction of finishing him off.

You groaned as you turned to look at him. "Feeling okay?" He asked, pressing his lips to your shoulder blade. You shook your head quickly and his eyebrow quipped ever so slightly. "Good," he stated, pulling you up and onto the ground in front of him again. He grabbed your cheeks. "I still don't think you've learned," he muttered, leaning back into his previous position. "Blow me," he directed, tucking an arm behind his head. "And with the mouth, one confesses and is saved, remember," he taunted.

Your eyes flashed up to his devious expression as he leered at you from his commanding spot.

It was going to be a long night.

And you were ready for it.

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apocalypticgargoyle · 3 years

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for one, that i!sapnap fluff i wrote, id love if youd have time to write a chap on that! also, if youd like, could you write sapnap comforting the reader after having a heavy argument with their father (ive daddy issues i need this rn HAHAHA)

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Yes, of course! Thank you for the ask! Also based on this request.

𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒. ⛧ 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐮𝐛𝐮𝐬!𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐚𝐩

pairing: incubus!Sapnap x reader

wc: ~1470 (sorry this is so short :/ hopefully the fluff makes up for it ?)

± cw: daddy issues, angst, fluff, language

previous part * playlist

Your feet were heavy, dragging behind you like weights as you climbed down the mountain. You shivered against the snowy mountain, wondering how going downward wasn’t easier than going up. Haven’t your father told you that before he sent you down the slope by yourself?

You called out to him, your voice silent and empty as you began to panic. You clutched onto the side of the mountain, looking over the edge at the Tiepolo clouds, swirling with the paint strokes and Baroque colors. You quietly wished you were Diana, able to sleep on the clouds peacefully rather than be weighed down by your heavy feet threatening to crack the stone beneath you.

You tried to call for your father again, instead, the sound of his voice echoed in your thoughts. “We never would have been in this situation if your mother was here,” he bit passive-aggressively.

You shook your head, tears stinging your face. As you carefully brought your hand up to your face to wick away the streams from your eyes, your hand was covered in crimson. Your body shook realizing the blood spilling from your tear ducts. The scarlet color continued to drip from you, gushing as if from an open wound.

Your hand reached back, searching for where your hand was previously digging into the mountain, yet before you could hold on, your footholds broke and you slipped.

You woke up with a thump, landing in someone’s arms as your body swarmed with terror, clutching onto whoever had caught you. Your breathing was erratic as he shushed you soothingly, holding you tightly in his arms as you settled down. The warmth of his body and the smell on his close brought you a sense of calm only one person had the power to.

You wrapped your arms around his neck. “Sapnap,” you whimpered, your body relaxing in his embrace as he pressed a kiss to your temple. He set you down gently, letting you cling to him tighter as you dug your face in the crook of his neck, breathing deeply as he ran his hands up and down your back.

He pressed his lips to your shoulders as your fingers curled around the soft material of his sweater. “I got you, it’s okay. You were sleepwalking, baby,” he whispered. Your breath was still shaky as it sighed past your lips. You felt yourself beginning to cry in his arms, his sweater growing wetter as you thought of the day’s events.

You sniffled. “Where were you earlier?” You asked, pressing your body closer to him as he hugged your shoulders. His breath was soft, almost apologetic against your neck as he sighed regretfully. You had silently begged and pleaded for him while sitting across from your estranged father, your heart flinching each time the man’s voice was raised ever-so-slightly, your anxiety pulsing through your system. You weren’t sure why, but all you could think of was how badly you wanted to be with Sapnap. Your mind was beginning to twist and turn as you emotionally relied on him more and more.

Yet with each passing minute that he didn’t burst through the door, eyes blazing golden orange as he would save you from your father’s verbal wrath, your confidence in him dwindled. His skin was so warm against yours, feeling his nearly inexistent pulse pick up at the feeling of your lips against his collarbones.

He pulled away from you, brushing his thumb across your cheek. Relief rushed through you at the realization that your tears were how they usually were; no longer blood as you found your voice. “I heard you. I wanted to be there,” he stated softly, his tone gentle enough to lull you back to sleep. “I know what it was like for you. I’m so sorry I couldn’t…” He chewed on his lip, his sharp canines coming into view for a few seconds. “I’m sorry. I had a few things to sort out.” He leaned forward, pressing his lips to the crown of your cheek, his slight whiskers from the day tickling your face. “Let’s get you back to bed,” he muttered.

You cover his hand with your own, looking up at him through watering eyes. “Come with me, please,” you whispered, his thumb caressing your face.

His body heat enveloped you in the darkness of your room as you pressed your back to his chest, letting his arms braid around you beneath the covers. One of his hands slipped beneath your shirt, fingers gently brushing against your stomach. His nose tucked into your hair, lips pressing against your neck tenderly. “I know the effect he has on you. I could feel it in my stomach all day. I should have just ditched my appointments,” he lamented.

You turned in his arms, nuzzling into his neck again. You could almost see his eyes glowing in the darkness. “It’s okay. I know I’m one of many. It’s your job,” you consoled. Your heart ached to admit it, but you were convinced you were just his overtime.

He moved to be eye level with you, taking one of your hands in his. “You’re not my job anymore,” he countered. “It’s pleasure now.”

You looked into his eyes, the moonlight catching his irises as he searched your face. “Yeah, but how many of me are there?” You sighed, trying to alleviate his responsibility to you. His hand pushed into your hair, soothing more of your nerves as his fingers twirled around your locks, the softness an act of intimacy you didn’t know you needed. His thumb moved to smooth your creased brow.

“You’re the only one. The rest are covetousness, sloth, envy, and so on,” he assured. He brushed his nose against yours, moving closer to tangle his legs with yours. “You were lust,” he stated. “Then I had to switch you to envy because the witch read you incorrectly.” You could tell he was fighting to roll his eyes.

You swallowed. “Envy?”

He nodded. “All your life, you knew what was missing and saw it when other people had it and you wanted it. You just chose wrong.”

Your fingers traced along the seam in the knit of his sweater as you listened to his calm voice. “So, I’m guessing you were what I was missing?” It felt bitter on your tongue to admit but he shook his head.

“Oh no. I’m just a perk,” he answered bluntly. “It was support and reassurance.” You furrowed your brows at him before he continued. “You just needed a little shove and the promise that someone would back you up.” He smiled, his teeth barely visible besides in the strips of moonlight drawing across his face. “I’ll always come back to you. Originally, I was just going to fix you up enough so it seemed like you could handle it, but…” He paused, bringing the back of your hand up to his lips. “I realized I need you just as much as you need me.”

You were quiet, mulling over what he had told you. He pressed his forehead against yours as you closed your eyes. His hand slipped from yours to wrap around the back of your neck, his thumb grazing the sensitive skin. For some reason, your mind clicked to when your father would leave after fighting with you, forcing you to wonder whether or not he was coming back until one time when he didn’t.

The scent of Sapnap was so reassuring to you that you were convinced it was what your nirvana smells like. He pressed his lips to yours briefly, pulling you closer to him. “I would kill him, you know?” He mumbled, digging his face into your hair again.

His words pulled you from your train of thought. “Who?” You asked, partially already knowing the answer.

His breath cascaded over your shoulders, your fingers moving to brush into the short hairs above his neck. “Your father. If you didn’t still care about him,” he paused, pressing his lips to your shoulder. “I would rip him limb from limb and hang him from a tree.” You bit back a smile, feeling sick that you knew he was serious and that you indulged in the thought. “Next time he shows up out of the blue looking for booze money, I’m handcuffing myself to you.” His arms tightened around your waist as he said it. He clung to you like you were the one that could leave him.

You wet your lips, settling into his warmness. “It’s so embarrassing to think that I could fall in love with a demon,” you chided, feeling safe and steady in his hold.

He chuckled against your skin. “Okay, Bella Swan,” he joked. “Imagine how awkward it is for me to feel the same about a human.”

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