WARNING: This is smut. I kindly ask you to not Role-play in the comments. Since I believe that's why most of my smut books get taken down. Please just enjoy my writing and make any comments as much as you want. Just please respect my wishes not to Role-play in the comments. If you do not like these things. Please ignore this chapter. And if it seems a bit rusty, its because I am with writing smut. You may also be a bit saddened that maybe not your favorite Iplier was in here. Please understand that I did who my followers like best by observations. Anyway, enjoy!
You have been friends with the Ipliers as long as you could remember, you faintly remember running into Mark one day and the friendship blooming from there. Over the years you and the other Ipliers have grown closer. In more ways than one.
Having them as close friends made life a little easier for you. Many of them have talents that could help aid you in your daily struggles. Which was very welcomed.
But you didn't really want to feel as if you were using them for your own personal gain. You truly loved every moment you spent with them. It made your heart swell with happiness every time you were around them.
But pretty soon, you'll be a lot closer to them than you think.
Having gone home only to discover that your roommate had kicked you out over a petty clash with them. It was over stupid means that you didn't even wish to get into it.
They had thrown all your belongings in front of the apartment door and didn't even bother to respond to your knocking and asking if you could at least have a box to help you move. So it was all useless.
You finally had enough and pulled out your phone to call one of the many Ipliers. Scrolling through your contacts and wondering who you were going to call. Trying to rethink each of their personal schedules in your head so you wouldn't bother any of them.
You let out a sigh of frustration and just decided to close your eyes and tap on a random number. Pulling the phone to your ear you could hear the ringing of the line.
Not even on its third ring did someone pick up. An all too familiar deep voice.
"Hello (y/n), what do you need?"Ah Dark. One of the most powerful Demons you have ever met. Well, the only demon you've ever met really. But you still believed that he was the strongest one.
"Hello Dark. I was wondering if you could help me get my things? My roommate decided to kick me out of the apartment and I need some assistance gathering my things."
You could hear him shift. "Sure. I'll be on my way. I'm happy to help a good friend." He said goodbye to you and hangs up the phone. Probably on his way here already.
You also called Mark and explained the situation. He nodded to your story and gladly told you that you could come crash at his place in the meantime while you searched for another apartment. Already ordering Google to get the spare room ready.
"Guess who." A low voice whispered in your ear, making you shiver. Dark's voice always had that deep and sexy tone to it. Sometimes you would wonder what he would be like in lustful situations.
"Dark!" You exclaim. Grabbing his hands and pulling them off your face as you turn to great the suit wearing demon. A devilish smirk plastered on his lips.
"It's so good to see you again (y/n). It's been awhile, hasn't it?" He kissed your palm, beginning to help pick up your personal belongings and wishing/ordering them away to the spare room that will soon Belong to you back at Mark's place.
"Thanks Dark, you were a big help." You began to walk the long way back to Mark's house, Dark's hand holding onto yours since it was rather late at night.
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Ipliers x reader x Septics Oneshot book
FanfictionI should stop making so many books. But I can't. Oneshots of the Septiceye's and Ipliers. X Reader only.