Hunny It Was Amazing But I Do Want A Dom Gender Neutral With Sub Brothers And Over Stimulating Them~

hunny it was amazing but i do want a Dom gender neutral with sub brothers and over stimulating them~ your choice if you want to do it

Writing for all the brothers would be a pain in the ass so I'll just write for my favorites/the ones i have a very clear idea for!♡

Reader x Lucifer/Mammon/Leviathan

General Warnings: Overstimulation, butt stuff lol, double dick levi💪🏾

Section Specific Warnings: Handheld vibrators, bondage/Anal fingering and hand+blowjob, swallowing cum/Tons of cum, dildo usage

Lucifer

A chronic over worker. The moment you set eyes on him, you knew breaking him would be easy as-

One...

Two...

Three.

A sly smirk crossed your face as the eldest demon brother arched his back, eyes rolling and tongue lolling as he released a silent scream. His hands, stuck uselessly above his head, clawed at the mahogany frame of the bed, deep scratch marks accompanied by an ear-splitting noise almost covering the sound of his broken moans.

Almost.

As the final spurts of his fifth orgasm covered his torso, you drag the vibrator through the filth, up to his lips. Still cloudy minded, he licks his own fluids off the toy, and you laugh. "Faithful as a dog now aren't you? You'd wag if I asked right about now, huh?" Your laugh resembles a cackle this time; the ease of which you brought the avatar of pride to his knees is almost as amusing as the fearful look that unfogs his gaze when you turn the vibrator back on.

Slowly, you drag it down his lips, his neck. Unexpectedly, vibrant red swallows the black of his pupils, leaving two ruby like eyes gazing at you from beneath dark eyelashes wet with unshed tears. He gulps when you stop, right above his navel. The vibration slowly gets stronger; you boost it, one setting, then the next.

You dip ever so slightly lower.

He closes his eyes- you wish he wouldn't hide that excellent ruby color from you.

Another inch down, and it's powerful enough to reach the beginning of his cock now. He clenches his teeth, and you move slightly farther away as his wings begin to twitch more violently than before. Big as they are, getting hit with a feather or two is inevitable, but at this rate the whole wing would smack you in the face.

Its not a bad thing though- it's proof of his pleasure.

Teeth clenched so tightly they could break, you drag the vibe head in teasing circles around the base of his cock. The choked gasps drive you on as you watch his thighs twitch. His dick, spent as it is, still manages to produce tiny beads of precum that slide from his soft shaft onto the stained sheets.

Heavy breathing and the toy are the only sounds in the room.

'One last time, for good measure,' you think.

He seems to read your mind, and a panicked no turns into a screaming moan as you drag the max setting vibrator back up his cock, holding his stuttering hips down as you hold it to the head, letting precum splatter a bit more before he blanks, breaking the bindings that held him all this time in the process.

"N-no more. I under- fuck." It sounded suspiciously close to a weep.

You blink, rather innocently for your current position. "Do you really?" You twirl the toy in your hand.

A slurred flurry of yes's meet your ears, and you smile. "Wonderful." You tap his dick head again, all cheer and wonder now. "Now then, let's get you cleaned up! Shall we?♡"

Mammon

He finds it overstimulating when you so much as look at him. Touching him with purpose? He feels like he's-

"-gnna' die."

You stare up at him sweetly, the combination of two fingers in his ass dragging steadily over his sweetspot and you pumping him fast and hard making his legs a weak, shakey mess.

When you first sat him in your lap, a blush laid heavy in his cheeks. By now, the flush had spread to his quivering thighs, his leaking dick, everywhere you could and couldn't see. A glance at the clock behind him shows it's been an hour, and you smile.

Gaze drifting back to him, you say sweetly, "What was that, hon?"

He chokes on a moan, hips twitching up into your hand as another orgasm threatens to spill over. "I'm gonna die!"

You chuckle at his dramatics, but just in case, you check his body language.

Tanned skin slick with sweat and hot as a summer day pressed against you, close enough you could feel the push of his chest when he breathed. Short, heavy gasps on the shell of your ear sent shivers down your back. When you listened close, you could hear him whisper.

"Please, fuck, yes!"

Butterflies in your stomach. Your own eyes flutter shut, and you listen more. To his pleads for you to keep going, to the wet sound of him bouncing on your fingers, to the squeak of the couch that he'd drowned out long ago.

Fuck, he sounds so good. You need him- more of him.

"Louder, baby." You sound as breathless as he's left you.

He doesn't seem to hear you, though. In an effort to get his attention, you move to release him-

New found strength allows him to grasp your hand, his grip tight and desperate.

"No, no, no, no...." he cries, music to your ears, "please, please don't stop. I'm so close. I need you."

Emotion warps his voice, but you hear him perfectly clear. You chuckle, "If you still want more, I haven't fucked you hard enough yet." He gasps as you add a third finger.

He allows you to stop your administrations to lay him down, though not without whining.

Your eyelids flutter to halfmast, and in a voice silky and soft as the brand name clothes covered in his cum next to you, you say, "Watch me, Love."

He shivers.

Your tongue glides up his thigh, picking up some of the cum that sprayed there. Despite your directions, his eyes roll back as you lick his tip, and when you swallow him to base, his last thought before releasing down your throat is lost.

Leviathan

He's so easy to tease. Too easy, in fact. You've gotta catch him off guard, add a challenge to it! And while you're at it, why not add in a game?

"You're losing, Leviathan."

Headphones lost, controller strewn across the room somewhere, the game-loving demon had forgotten what game he was even supposed to be playing.

In your hand was a tentacle dildo, purple, long, and covered in rounded bumps that dragged against his tight walls in the most delicious way.

All fours in his tub, the drain was struggling to handle the massive amounts of cum his twin cocks produced. It had started to gain some height, his fingers being completely covered by this point. Each new shot splashed more onto the sweaty, exhausted demon's body.

"Did you hear me? I said, you're losing. For each loss-"

Cupping his throat, you drew his head backwards to look you in the eyes. The black of his pupils was void like, irises an unsettling orange ring around them that seemed to pulse with something dangerous. You swept his sweat-soaked bangs from his forehead, kissing the cleared spot and licking the salty taste from your lips. "-is another orgasm."

Fast; so fast you almost miss it, his pupils devour his irises total, and his tail unravels from his leg for your waist, damn near dragging you into the puddle of cum he sat in. His arms tremble hard and collapse as his cocks twitch once, twice, and release his heaviest load of the night. You watch with slitted eyes as his muscles spasm, enjoying the half-formed moans and squeaks that reach your ears.

Even as he cums, you don't stop your movement. Even as he sobs as his prostate is once again abused through his orgasm. The weak movement of his hips to meet your hand betray the fat tears that drip from beneath dark, pretty lashes.

You pause for the first time in what seems like hours, ignoring the desperate noise that leaves him as you get up.

Half formed thoughts wonder what you're doing, where you've went.

He's alerted of your return when you grasp his neck lightly to pull him up, leaving him sitting on the fat dildo you left inside him. "Here, Love. Play your game- your teammates were getting mad at you." He blinks slow, uncomprehending, before you put his controller in his hands. His sticky, cum-covered hands. He looks up at you again, at the smirk on your face, then back to the controller and the game being played.

And the only thing he can think is...

Fuck.

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A/N: i had something planned for Belphie too, but i couldn't execute it the way i wanted:((( this turned out way longer than i expected in the end though. Maybe its cause im writing at my usual time again! (Cough two am cough) anyways, sorry for the wait @lazari-zalgoid but i hope you enjoy anyways♡ love yall, happy new years!!

Also the way i wrote these you'd think Mammon was my favorite lmaooo

Reblogs are appreciated and encouraged♡ and this isn't spell checked lol its two am

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Aww, lil shrimpies 🥹😭

In which (Y/n) ends up in the infirmary because a child wandering around campus bit her.

It turns out that the feral boy is Floyd's and her child from the future.

Request by anon.

"(Y/n), we came as quickly as we could!"

A jolt ran through your body when the door to the infirmary was pushed open with an incredible force. Before you could even begin to recover from the awful noise the hinges produced, you found three figures surrounding your bed.

"What happened to you?" Deuce asked and pointed to your finger in worry. "Someone said you got bitten?"

Ace poked the band-aid that covered the tip of your pointer finger. "Bitten by a feral animal? By Grim?" he asked and began laughing, especially when the cat in question grumbled a few curses of protests.

Much to your amusement, Deuce shot the cat a stern look and wagged his finger in front of his disgruntled eyes. "Grim, what did we tell you?" the blue-haired boy scolded, narrowing his eyes. "Don't bite the hand that feeds you..."

"It wasn't me, I swear!" Grim threw his hands into the air while Ace and you merely laughed your souls out. Your amusement seemed to confuse Deuce, so much that the cat had to explain, "I don't bite people. I have class, you know..."

"Yeah, I was bitten—" you began slowly.

"But you're not bleeding out, are you?" Ace interrupted you and took precautionary step backwards. "And please tell me you didn't get rabies..."

By then, your left eye had begun twitching in frustration — oh, and your ears had begun hurting with all the excessive noise. Before the three could begin arguing amongst each other again, you had already raised your hands to shut them up. "Let me finish my sentences, you idiots!" They quieted down at once, all due to the angry glare you shot them. "No, I got bitten by a child... It was a boy, turquoise blue hair and very very sharp teeth. He couldn't have been older than seven..."

"How... did a child get on campus?" Ace asked with scrunched up eyebrows.

"I don't know..." you grumbled and sank into the soft infirmary bed again — it was much softer than the one back at Ramshackle. After a deep exhale, you closed your eyes and waved the three off. "Just ask Crowley or something."

"And where is the boy now?" Deuce piped up, his eyes flashing with concern. "What if he bites other people? He could seriously hurt someone—"

The red-head rolled his eyes. "It's just a child, you idiot..."

"No, trust me, Ace," you interjected seriously. A series of shivers ran down your back, and something akin to trauma darkened your eyes. "That boy is a menace to society."

"So what do we do now?" Grim asked, panicked.

His blue eyes flashing with utter determination, a bulb seemed to light up above Deuce's head. "We could put up some traps," he suggested while pacing up and down the empty infirmary. "You know, attach some thread to a branch and then prop up a cage. And then use candy as bait."

You clicked your tongue. "That's how you catch a stray cat, not a child..."

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"Ugh, why do our professors always give us so much homework? I barely even have time to fulfil my daily squeeze quota anymore! Jade, my whole life is falling apart! What is the purpose of living if I can't have fun?"

"Oh Floyd... please tell me you're finished with the alchemy assignment for tomorrow."

The twins were walking side by side, traversing another courtyard to get to the Mirror Chamber for their shifts at the lounge. Yet, dread already pooled in the depths of Jade's stomach when he looked upon the moody frown on his brother's face. Floyd's mood swings and work didn't mix well at all — it was like throwing oil and water together.

"Nope," Floyd chimed innocently, "haven't even started yet with that stupid assignment."

"The deadline is tomorrow..." Jade furrowed his eyebrows in worry.

His concerned tone merely drew an annoyed scoff from Floyd's pursed lips. "I wasn't in the mood." A whine escaped his lips when he raised his long arms to stretch lazily. His lips twisted downwards into a pout when he suddenly complained, "I haven't seen (Y/n) all day! My little shrimpy would usually bribe me with hugs and what not to do my homework..."

Jade shook his head in disbelief. "By the Great Seven, Floyd..."

Before he could properly begin scolding his brother, a high-pitched voice reached their ears — someone was calling out to them, and the voice was drawing closer. "Daddy!" they managed to discern once the voice was close enough. And almost simultaneously, a young child threw himself into Floyd's arms while continously muttering 'Daddy' over and over again.

Reluctantly moving his arms around the boy to support him, Floyd furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and a tad bit of annoyance. "Huh? What do you want, little guppy?" The sharpness of his eyes softened up though as soon as he found the child's cheeks covered in dried tears. The boy continued wailing and clinging to the Octavinelle student. "Oh my, why are you crying?"

"I-I hurt Mommy earlier!" the boy confessed guiltily. "I bit her! I didn't mean to... I was just so excited to see her again! And I was so happy that I chomped down a little bit too much... It was meant as a love nibble..."

"And where is your mommy?" Jade asked hesitantly.

The boy's mood seemed to increase once he laid eyes upon the other twin. "Uncle Jade! You're here, too!" he exclaimed with a toothy smile.

Floyd and Jade shot each other surprised looks, astonished by the young boy's ease at telling them apart. Yet, with the way he addressed them, they both began to worry.

"I don't remember having a son, Jade..."

"Neither do I."

Before they could ask the child for answers, three figures came running towards them — two Heartslabyul students and a familiar cat monster. All of them were out of breath when they came to a halt in front of the twins.

"Floyd! Step away from that child at once!" Deuce exclaimed and extended his flat hand warningly. "He's dangerous..."

"This little guppy? No, he ain't dangerous at all." A bout of laughter escaped Floyd's lips when he began tickling the boy affectionately. "What's your name, guppy?" he cooed and cradled him gently.

"Nemo!" the boy chimed.

"See?" Floyd drawled. "So cute."

Grim shook his head hastily. "That boy bit (Y/n)!"

The remark caused Jade to tense at once. His limbs suddenly frozen, he only managed to slowly crane his neck at his brother, who was still busy playing with the mysterious boy. Now, on closer look, Jade managed to see the resemblance between the wild boy and the Ramshackle prefect. His disbelief still didn't lessen, somehow, when he carefully asked, "Wait... so (Y/n) is your mother, Nemo?"

The boy immediately piped up happily when that name reached his ears. "Mommy! Where is she?" His toothy smile showed off his razer-sharp teeth. "Is she alright?"

"Great," Ace grumbled under his breath, "so we bought the cage and candy for nothing..."

The revelation had Floyd perking up in utter delight. His bad mood from earlier had disappeared entirely, based on the way he was grinning widely. "Woah, so Shrimpy and I are gonna have little shrimpies together in the future?" Giggles escaped his lips while he threw the child into the air. "I love it! You're making my day, little guppy~"

"If that's the future, you should work hard for it..." Jade muttered mischievously. "Maybe this is a sign by the Great Seven to work on your assignment for tomorrow."

"Nemo, what do you know of alchemy?" Floyd asked, his laughter mixing with his son's giggles. "I'm sure you'll help your daddy work on his assignment, no?"

The question made Jade's smile waver. "Oh, he's hopeless..."

Your vampire boss puts you to work

General Plot: You are a flight attendant on a private jet and your vampire boss puts you to work. I love humiliation fluff, so this is a lot of that with some vampire fun mixed in... 😳

Word Count: 1.5K

Vampire (Marius) x female reader

🌶️ NSFW MASTERPOST 🌶️

W: humiliation kink fluff, sort of sfw vampire fluff, I tagged it mature because it's really heavy on the kink, nakedness and servant master dynamic, blood drinking, some violence and implied minor character death

You stumbled over a foot you didn’t see, landing hard on your knees, the little skirt you had to wear for work riding up and revealing your chaste white panties. You dropped the tray you were carrying and booze went everywhere in the cramped private jet. 

“I’m so sorry,” you stammered, to Marius Everild, the owner of the plane. A glass rolled and bumped his foot and for just a second you locked eyes. They were flat and black, endless void but also…something crackled deep within them.  

His minions laughed riotously and you blushed, scrambling to your feet. 

“I’ll go get a rag,” you said, lowering your head and running to the flight attendant’s station. You scrambled back only to feel a foot on your back shove you down as you bent. 

“Hurry up, dumb bitch,” the man laughed, already too many drinks in, “are you so brainless you can’t even carry a drink?”  

What he really wanted was to see your panties again, a view of which he was rewarded as you stumbled forward, your hands slipping on the wet floor and sliding out from under you. You landed face first, ass up in the puddle of bourbon on the floor. It soaked into your white shirt leaving an ugly amber stain. 

Tears burned behind your eyes, but you just rubbed the floor, putting all your stress into the poor plastic after you’d pushed yourself up again. An unwelcome hand came down and pinched your ass, making you squeal. Like a shadow Marius appeared behind you, grabbing his minion by the throat. 

“Don’t touch what’s mine,” he hissed, snapping the arm that touched you and dropping the man into a screaming pile. 

He turned and nudged you with his foot, hard enough for you to fall over, but not hard enough to hurt you. 

“Quickly, servant,” he grunted before taking his seat again, “I’m waiting on my drink.”  

The mood in the plane had changed from a party to dead silence except the whimpering of the man with the broken arm, afraid of making too much noise. 

You practically tiptoed back to your station to get a new glass and refill it for Marius. When you brought it back he narrowed his dead eyes on the stain on your shirt. 

“Take off your shirt,” he said evenly. 

You sputtered. 

“I’m sorry, sir?” you asked. 

He glanced behind you at the now curious eyes of his minions focused on you.

“Get in the back cabin!” he barked at them.

When they were gone he looked back at you. 

“Take it off, servant. I don’t like to look at dirty things.” 

You were trapped in the air with this man on his plane going to some foreign country. You weren’t sure what to do. You’d been hired privately, there was no HR to report this to. No one was going to help you. Maybe it was just best to go along with it. You’d just watch him snap a man’s arm like it was a twig. 

Your fingers slowly rose to the buttons and you gulped as you popped them one by one. He watched you evenly, like you were a table and chairs, no expression on his face.  

When you were done, you pulled the shirt off and balled it up nervously in your hand. 

“Go get my laptop, I have work to do,” he said and you scurried away to go fetch it. 

When he returned you moved to walk away.

“I didn’t dismiss you, servant,” he said and you swung back around. 

“Get on your knees,” he said, just as smoothly. No inflection. 

“S-sir,” you mumbled. 

“Knees,” he barked and at the tone in his voice you sank down to your knees, trembling.

He looked back at his laptop and started working like you weren’t there.

“Sir?” you asked confused. 

He glanced at you looking annoyed. 

“I didn’t say you could speak. Sit.” 

You swallowed your words and blinked at him. He just wanted you to sit at his feet? Sitting there for probably an hour, you started to space out, your mind wandering. You watched Marius work, his even expression so dull that itself was frightening. You wondered foolishly how he kept his long blonde hair so smooth. It seemed like every thread was perfectly in place. Eventually you dozed and your head drooped. You woke up when Marius pushed you roughly, but not painfully over with his foot. 

“Wake up, servant,” he snapped. 

You jerked alert and pulled yourself off of the floor. 

He narrowed his eyes at you. 

“Take off your skirt,” he said. 

You swallowed hard, but stood shyly and slipped it down your hips, kicking it off of your foot. 

“Fold it up,” he said, sounding bored. 

You neatly folded it, embarrassed you did it wrong the first time.  

“Put it under your knees,” he said, “the next time you fall asleep take something else off.” 

He turned his attention back to his work, and you sat there, trying to will yourself to stay awake in your panties, bra, and the heels you were supposed to wear with your uniform. Fortunately, the humiliation and fear you were experiencing kept you alert for some time, your cheeks bright red while you trembled slightly. Was he going to break your arm too if you messed up?

Two hours later you found it was impossible to stay awake in the silent room, the only sound his even tapping on the keys and the white noise of the plane engine. You found yourself without your bra after being kicked over again. 

“Do you have trouble hearing, servant?” He asked as your nipples hardened in the air conditioned air. 

“You can’t follow a simple one word instruction. Are you a dumb little girl?”

You shook your head, embarrassed tears coming to your eyes and you curled up a bit. 

“Sit straight,” he snapped. 

You just shook in fear and made yourself smaller. 

“Are you really good for anything?” he asked, tapping his leg with boredom, “perhaps I should put you out of your misery and eat you.” 

You whimpered and cowered, not sure entirely what he meant by that. 

“Maybe I can use you as a footrest,” he decided, roughly sinking his cold hands into your hair and pushing you down on your knees in front of him, before propping his designer shoes on your back. Your panty clad ass stuck out behind you as you cowered underneath his feet. Tears ran silently down your cheeks as you were terrified to make a sound.

How could this be happening to you? This seemed like a legit job when you took it!

An hour after that, he shoved you with his foot, knocking you over. 

“Footrest, go fetch me a drink,” he said, “the red wine in the marked bottle.” 

You hopped up and skipped tightly to do as he asked, your breast bouncing freely as you went. 

Meanwhile, Marius rolled over in his mind whether or not he should eat you. He could always replace you, that was easy. The problem was he kind of liked your face. Liked it enough that he didn’t want anyone else to touch you…or look at you. Maybe he wanted to keep you. 

He sighed. On the other hand, it would be a pain to train you and you were probably an idiot, he mused. You could barely deliver drinks. In the end your tits made the decision, bouncing behind his glass of blood. They pleased him, so he decided to let you live, mostly. 

It might take a little work, but he would have all the time in the world to make you his perfect servant if he made you like him. A vampire. 

As you approached he didn’t wait for you to hand him the glass, knocking it out of your hand and pulling you into his lap. You squealed, confused. His face had suddenly become a more monstrous version of itself, his nose more feline and his brow thicker. Then he opened his mouth and bared his large fangs at you. You fought him, trying to scramble out of his lap, but he hardly noticed you struggling as he bit you. 

The bite wasn’t painful, but it did make you shout. It felt like an orgasm was running through your bloodstream as he sucked the blood out. You gasped in his strong arms, your eyes rolling back in your head and heady moans escaping your lips. 

He had to will himself to jerk back, biting his own wrist and drizzling blood in your mouth. You would have tried to wriggle away, but his bite had stunned you a bit and you just laid there with your mouth open as he fed you. Over about a minute your world started to go red. Your upper jaw ached as new teeth grew. Your skin grew cold as your blood chilled in your veins. You suddenly felt strong. Really strong. You instinctively fought against Marius, but he was much stronger than you, holding you still with just a little more effort than he’d used before. 

“It’ll be over soon,” he said, holding you down, “and then it will be time to eat.”

You were becoming more and more aware of a thirst building in your throat. Your mouth felt dry. You needed something. Something to quench it, but your mind only went to blood. 

A baby vampire was a very dangerous thing, ravenous for their first drink, high on their new power, and Marius knew that. So, it was mostly for his own amusement when he let you loose in the back cabin with his human minions. It didn’t matter that they saw you in your panties and bare breasts, because that was the last thing that they all saw. 

I'm in love with this y/n 😫

Opposites: violent yandere x quiet reader

Warning: slightly masochistic yandere, mentions of death (I apologize for this. I cut out a lot cause I feel it became too much in terms of sadism for some) Jack knew he shouldn’t harm people since it would upset you but he loved the look you have him when you scolded him for his wrong doings and how you’d make him pay for it. You never hurt him but you made sure he knew he not to do it again. Well you at least tried to. Too bad for you that he was a glutton for punishment. He thought of wearing jackets more often but loved when people questioned what remained on his body afterwards. The visible proof he belonged to you and you alone. Most people believed your personalities wouldn’t match due to your quietness. A person that kept to themself and an obnoxious airhead that liked to start stuff just couldn’t be good together. You two loved each other dearly and while Jack wouldn’t let his outburst affect your relationship in any way, he wasn’t afraid to kick someone’s ass for messing with you or do worse. A shiver would always run down his spine when he remembered the first time he let his anger take hold of him for too long. - “This is all your fault you know?” Jack crouches down, his eyes locked into a stare with ones permanently frozen in fear. “Y/n has been mine even before we started dating but you could never let them go now could you? It doesn’t matter now though.” A cruel smile forms on his lips as his voice becomes a harsh whisper. “I’ll make sure to hide your hands well so even in death you won’t be able to touch my angel.”

Jack felt a heavy weight lifted of his back once the bastard’s body was gone for good. He still hated him with every fiber of his being. The person he killed was a fellow student that was well liked by everyone but just couldn’t be happy with that. He just had to try and take what wasn’t his and so he paid the price for it. Anyone in their right mind would’ve see that Jack wasn’t in the wrong for what he had done. Jack thought that he got away with the deed. No one questioned him about the disappearance and the buzz soon died after a few weeks. He believed he’d get to live the rest of his life in peace with the one he loved and never look back. Until the day you walked into his living room, holding a bloody baseball bat. It was just going to be a normal date night when Jack asked you to get his jacket for him. His room wasn’t the cleanest and when you looked in his closet you found the old bat. He didn’t know what to do as you stood there, stoic. He was sure you put two and two together and his life would be ruined. He was more worried about never seeing your face again than actually going to jail. Taking slow steps towards you, Jack tried to think of the right words to say but nothing came out. The blank look on your face made his heart ache and he fell to his knees, hugging your waist as his face buried into your stomach. “Y/n please forgive me. I know what I did was wrong but I just had to do it. He wouldn’t leave you alone. I told him time after time that you were mine but he just didn’t want to listen. If you really want to turn me in then just bash my head in with that bat. Say it was self defense. I’d rather die in this exact spot than fall to prove my innocence and be taken from you.” Jack jumps a bit as the bat falls to the ground with a loud thud. His body tenses as you wrap your arms around in him a gentle embrace. “I know it’s hard for you to control your anger Jack.” You say in a soft tone as you look down at him. “Remember when we first met? You were mad at the world as usual. You’ve gotten better with it but deep down I know it’s hard to hold back so I’m not mad this time. That’s why I’ll go easy on you.” “E-easy?” “Jack…. You didn’t honestly think I’d forget about this so easily did you? I need to make sure you know not to do this again. One day you might slip up and get caught so why don’t I do something so that you’ll never do that again in the first place?” - No-one would have ever guess that you were the cause of the rope burns around his wrists or the odd bruises that would litter his skin at times. With a simple smile you’d deny having any part in those markings and that’d be the end of it. Not for Jack though. His face would go deep red every time you got away with it and gave him a glance out the corner of your eye with that smile on your face. He just couldn’t understand how you could be so cute yet so cruel at times.

One afternoon Jack was hang out with a friend when you came out or nowhere and nearly scared the daylights out of him. “I’m terribly sorry.” You tell his friend as you grab Jack by the arm. “I need to talk with him for a few minutes but you can have him back soon.” The friend nods, knowing how Jack got when anyone got in the way of your relationship. He shuttered involuntarily as a memory of what happened to the last person came to mind. You thank him before leading Jack off and he felt both nervous and excited because of your tight grip. “Hey Jack? Did you know there’s another person missing from town? Their face was a bit familiar. I believe we ran into them a few days ago and I remember that you didn’t like their tone when speaking to me.” Jack swallows hard and tries to think of what to do. He knew that lying to you would only make things worse for him but he secretly wanted that. “W-well I didn’t have anything to do with their disappearance. All my time has been focused on you my precious doll. Trust me when I say I haven’t even been by that old park in years.” You grin as you place your hand on his cheek. His heart beat quickens at your touch and as you lean in to whisper something in his ear. “How did you know they were last seen at the park then?” “….. Shit”

May I kindly suggest V and an oblivious reader?? Like, imagine how funny it could be paired w their incel personality

V: haha wow babe I can't believe we've been dating for three months

Y/n: wait we've been what

V: wE LITERALLY HELD HANDS TEN MINUTES AGO

Your roommate has been in a really good mood lately. They went from screaming matches with their monitor at night to sleeping soundly on your bedroom floor. They approached you each morning and actively spoke to you rather than watching you from around the corner; trying their hand at making you breakfast after you brought them takeout the night prior. You're happy for the change, but it does make you wonder.

V knocks on your door. "Hey, babe. You ready to head out?"

"Babe??"

"Sure it's only been two weeks since we started dating, but I thought that'd be cool by now."

"We're dating?"

Now it's their turn to be confused. V chuckles nervously. "Uh- yeah. What else does "I like and want to spend the rest of my life with you" mean?"

"Oh you meant in a romantic sorta way. It's funny cause a bunch of spam accounts that followed me were saying the same thing."

"If you mean it in any other way, I'm throwing myself out that window immediately."