#dark!david kern x reader

[mypoisonedvine]

sending this in for sleepover but the yandere david kern idea we were talking about 👀

hell. yes.  this is obviously dark with implied noncon and some degradation!

It’s not like he wasn’t expecting some fallout when you learned the truth, but he was still quite shocked, almost incensed, about how ungrateful you were being.

“I did this all for you, don’t you understand that?” 

You just rolled your eyes.  He could hardly comprehend such disrespect.  “No you didn’t, David, you did it for yourself,” you frowned.

“No, I only lied so you would be interested in me, I thought maybe if I was this sensitive, talented writer--” he held up the book for emphasis, the one he��d just told you that he didn’t really write-- “that you would go out with me.  But what we have is real, I know that now, we don’t need the lies anymore!”

“But you still lied!” you reminded him.  “I can’t just let that go.”

“Yes, you can,” he tried to assure you, stepping closer, but you only stepped back again.  That went on until your back hit the wall and he stared down at you.  He always thought you looked even cuter angry, even if it was at him.  “You can,” he repeated.

“No, I can’t, and I’m leaving,” you decided, pushing him back and turning to go-- but he stopped you with a hand on your arm, grabbing you tight and pulling you back into him.  You yelped when he squeezed harder, looking up at him with watery eyes.  “David, stop-- you’re hurting me...”

“I’ll stop when you listen,” he insisted.  “Maybe I lied about the book, but everything else was true.  I love you.  You love me.  We need to be together.”

“I don’t love you anymore,” you announced, and he finally understood that saying ‘seeing red’ because he felt so much anger he couldn’t even begin to contain it.  Still holding your arm, his other hand grabbed your face and he kissed you, with everything he had, only getting more passionate every time you fought against him.

“And you call me the liar,” he growled against your lips.  “You say you don’t love me and you think I am a liar?  You fucking bitch.”

He pressed his body to yours to hold you down, surprising even himself with how much he loved the feeling of you when you were struggling so much.  He wished you didn’t feel the need to, but he didn’t mind it, either.  

“All I did for you and you’re gonna act like you hate me,” he sighed, opening his eyes to see you had started to cry a bit.  It made him soften on you slightly, in the metaphorical sense, but harden against you in the literal sense.

“What are you doing, David?” you asked weakly as he pushed your legs apart with his own.

“I’m reminding you how good we are together, baby, I know you love me,” he whispered, hoping to soothe you as he wiped a tear away with his thumb.  “I know you love me.”

“You’re scaring me,” you whimpered.  “I just you’d just let me leave.”

“I can’t do that,” he shook his head.  “I told you the truth because I couldn’t bear to lie to you anymore, but if you told anybody else, we’d lose everything.  You’re not leaving this room again until you know to keep that pretty mouth shut.”