Chubby Orc Boyfriend who is so so loving and gentle when you’re not having sex. He loves braiding your hair, singing songs in his native language that you don’t know, but it makes you smile anyway. His hands, rough and calloused from years of war and hard labor turn to butter when he runs them over your body. He never misses an opportunity to show you how much he loves you.
But the second he’s inside you, he’s like a wild animal. Slamming into you without abandon, your human hole stretched obscenely around his massive cock. His fingers toying with your nipples until tears are streaming down your face. Your body is always littered with bruises from where he grips your waist too tightly, love bites and long, angry red welts form where his tusks scratch against your skin.
When he’s done, he collapses on top of you. His chubby stomach pressed against you and strong arms wrap around you, cradling you against him. He’d be back to murmuring how much he loves you, what a good spouse you are for always taking him so well.
overstimulating billy during a frat party with a vibrator up his ass and turning up the intensity everytime he tries talking to someone or someone tries talking to him
bonus points if he cant find you to tell you to stop and just fuck him already
bonus bonus points if youre hiding at home or something
just a thought :3
anon your mind is so powerful yes yes yes.
tongues always pressed to your cheek | 1.4K
𖦹 billy hargrove x gen!neutral reader
𖦹 18+ , minors dni , the usual
𖦹 cw: smut , pwp , semi-public , toys under clothes , swearing , sub!billy , frat boy billy , vague college frat background , dubcon (alcohol) , dumbification because i can’t help myself , coming untouched , coming in pants , reviving the dry humping agenda
overview: billy finally agreed to wear a plug out in public after your incessant nagging , figuring he could forget about it and let it fade into the noise of sig alpha’s party— and it did , for a while .
until the damn thing started buzzing .
before you read: i loooved this req , and reqs in general so gimmie gimmie . i’m also a sucker for big aggressive frat billy who’s not in control at all . as always purposeful lowercase , this isn’t new . enjoy , freaks ˎˊ˗
billy didn’t normally admit whenever he was nervous, but this was something beyond his usual ballpark. everything he did with you was, but this might’ve taken the cake.
you’d been slowly introducing him to crap he’s never heard of— yeah, yeah, billy hargrove used to be vanilla as shit, laugh it up— and despite the hesitance he had held over being bitch, he had to admit it was kinda nice.
especially when he’d reach his peak and fall into this haze of catharsis that felt like bliss, like sun-warmed sand on the shore of the pacific.
yeah. it was nice.
only tonight was sig alpha’s end-of-semester party, which meant it would be one of their biggest turnouts and which meant billy had to be the image of SAE that everyone branded him as.
a plug up his ass didn’t aid towards that in the slightest, not that you seemed to care.
so there billy was, strolling around the fraternity house with his chin up, smile sharp, socializing with the crowd and egging on his brothers. he was wearing blue jeans tight enough to be considered painted on and one of his many muscle tees, his arms oiled earlier that day to give them the barely-there shine they had now.
billy was pure catnip for the partygoers.
girls flocked to him easy, drinks sloshing over the rim in their hurry to talk about nothing— about the random things chicks say that involves too much hair twirling and an annoying amount of forced giggling.
billy talked to them without much fanfare, any attention being good enough to satisfy their desperate need for male attention. it was as he reached out to push a strand of hair back from some tri delt’s face— casual flirting they saw as a declaration of love and he saw as saturday night— that he felt a sharp buzz between his cheeks where the plug was nestled.
his hips bucked forward, involuntary, and billy played it off with a smirk and a startled laugh.
“watch where your goin’ next time, alright?” he yelled out over his shoulder, blaming the swarming crowds around him. reorganizing himself, billy turned back to the girl. “people, am i right?”
tri-delt just giggled more, oblivious. “yeah, totally.”
but billy barely heard her over the blood flooding his ears as the buzz continued steadily inside of him and pressed against that spot— that spot that made him kick and squirm and come undone whenever you would curl your fingers against it— and made it impossible to focus on anything else.
“i- uh—“ billy blinked back to reality as the buzzing shut off as quickly as he turned on, his arousal going off-kiler by the sudden change. “i think i hear one of my brothers calling me. i’ll catch you later.”
he threw in a wink and another smirk to make his sudden departure seem plausible before ducking out into the crowds of college students. billy looked over heads in search of you, but you were nowhere to be found.
the moment soon rolled off his back as he walked past a drink station and refilled his cup, the action coupled with drinking serving to preoccupy his mind. by the time he was perusing the crowds again the plug was back to being background noise.
up until he was cozied up with another girl, sorority unknown but likely, given the combination of greek letters garishly stitched on the front of her shirt, and the buzzing started again. this time it was hard bursts followed by a pause, the pattern repeating in a way that had billy panting into his cup.
same as last time, the buzzing ceased whenever greek girl found someone else to twirl her hair and giggle to. by then, billy could tell what was happening, and knew you were to blame.
only by now he couldn’t be angry in favor of being undeniably horny, dick pressed against the seam of his jeans in a way that would be downright pornographic if the lights in the building were on.
the anger could come later. for now, the only goal was to find you so you could handle the situation you created. a goal that seemed impossible, given the fact you weren’t anywhere.
for a moment— just a moment, he swears— billy let his hand drift down to his bulge, giving it the barest of friction to relieve some of the pressure. he groaned through his teeth, willing himself to remain composed while being surrounded.
and it’s just as he ground his heel down into his jeans that you came up behind him, materializing from seemingly nowhere, and tutted at his action softly.
“bills,” you coo, “don’t tell me you’re making all these nice partygoers become voyeurs.”
billy’s shoulders went up at the sound of him being caught, hand retreating to his back pocket in a desperate attempt at not looking plausible.
his face told it all.
“guess that means you’re enjoying your toy, then?” you asked, smile deepening. “i figured keeping all of its abilities would be a nice surprise.”
“nice su— are you serious?” billy sputtered. “i almost came in my jeans like some virgin!”
your smile tipped into a pout. “so you’re saying you didn’t like my surprise? i just thought since you go so dumb whenever you’ve got something up your ass—“
“okay, okay,” billy cut you off, face flushed for an entirely different reason now. his eyes glanced around to make sure no one was listening, lest his reputation be compromised. “it’s fine. whatever. i can tune it out if i really want.”
both of you could hear the falseness in his tone, which in turn made your smile reappear. his brows furrowed further at the sight. billy never liked whenever he didn’t have a standing chance; despite the fact it was what turned him on so much.
“well if you can tune it out,” you were saying, hand drifting to your pocket, “then surely you won’t mind it i click it back on, right?” almost as soon as you’d finished speaking the buzzing resumed, this time at a pace that got billy quickly to the point of being worked up.
“jesus fucking—“ billy groaned, his hand jolting out to steady himself against your shoulder. “i- i can’t, nngh. please, baby.”
“mm, using our manners now?” your hand reached up to push his curls away from his forehead where sweat was beginning to collect. “are we already that desperate? do we want to be a slut in the middle of half of the greek organization on campus?”
your words— cruel, degrading, objectifying— only served to make him leak more into his briefs, his cock riding on the barely-there friction the seam of his jeans gave him.
“yeah, yeah, m’using my manners. i just- i need—“ his blue eyes grew lidded and his other hand found your other shoulder— “need you. need your thigh, please.”
there he was.
without drawing too much of a scene— because clearly billy was falling hard and without much consideration of his surroundings— you slotted your leg between his, lifted it up just enough to press against where he was aching and—
“shit, shit, shit,” billy chanted, fingers digging into your top as he began dragging his denim-clad cock back and forth against your leg, his pace reckless in a way that made you press against his lower back to guide him into a smoother motion.
“not gonna last long,” he said, right as the buzzing sensation turned up another notch, its efforts overwhelming in a way of absolute pleasure.
“yeah, that’s right. can’t do anything but just let it happen, can you? useless unless something’s pressing against your spot.” the hand you had on his back drifted lower, fingers finding the outline of his plug beneath his jeans.
“useless,” he parroted, “m’so fuckin’ useless.”
billy was making these barely-there noises, punched-out whines and whimpers as he drew closer to the edge. it only took one firm press against the base of the plug for billy to come apart, dragging his hips once, twice, three times before sagging against the edge of your knee.
in the dark of the party the blooming wet spot on the front spot of his jeans was barely noticeable. still, it didn’t stop you from smearing the cooling come around with your palm, making billy shy away and groan.
“stop being gross,” he mumbled.
“i can’t help it,” you replied, “you’re so fun to mess with.”
billy let his head fall to your chest and huffed out a laugh. “you’re gonna be the death of me, y’know that?”
you shrugged, hand coming back up to his hair. this time instead of pushing them away you let your fingers card through his curls in a soothing motion. “at least it’ll be a good way to go.”
well, billy figured, breathing in the scent of your perfume as he waited for his post-orgasmic haze to clear, he couldn’t argue with that.
I have noticed that the SDT of the Sparda twins looks very reptile-adjacent, and, as a fan of reptiles myself, I attempted to ask some questions in order to draw parallels that they might share with reptiles. Questions such as:
Are they cold to the touch? Are they attracted to warmth? Do they have mating cycles? How is their stamina? Anatomy? And metabolism?
And most importantly: What does this mean for their Significant Other?
(While a reptile fan, I never had the chance to have one as a pet, so correct me if I'm wrong with some of the information. Most of my facts come from Google searches, the depts of the pool of random facts in my brain and that one eccentric snake breeder in tiktok.)
WC: ~1700
Characters: Dante, Vergil and Nero.
-> My masterlist
Thermoregulation and body temperature
This one is hard to evaluate because its SDT form emits literal fire, so let's focus on the human form for now.
I would still argue that they are warm-blooded in their human form, but their baseline body temperature is usually 1–2°C (33 to 35 F°) lower than a human’s, and can drop much further when they are inactive or asleep.
They depend heavily on thermoregulation from their environment to have an optimum performance. (More on this later)
Both Dante and Vergil (Especially Vergil) are always cold to the touch, and generally don’t enjoy very cold environments.
That would explain why they always wear those coats and 5 layers of clothing.
I would also argue that because Dante spent so much time in the human world, he became more resistant to the cold.
Their hands, face and lips are always cold to the touch.
Again, they do not thrive in colder climates. They are slower, grumpier and less sharp.
And when they are asleep, their temperature drops even lower.
Therefore, they are very sluggish in the morning, so they might prefer to eat/sun-bathe/train/exercise/have sex first thing in the morning to warm up in an attempt to become less lethargic.
(So, yes, they are suckers for some lazy, sleepy morning sex with their significant other.)
Vergil hides his low-energy and cold intolerance behind sheer discipline and pridefulness, Dante complains openly about it and how “The cold is ageing him,” and Nero is constantly fidgeting and shifting his weight on his feet to generate some heat.
For all of these reasons, they gravitate toward warmth, from either the environment (The sun/ a fireplace/ hot baths) or from their partner.
Even if they are not big on PDA, they are always close and leaning into their partner, treating them like a living heat source. At night, they cling to their SO to absorb as much of your heat as possible.
Yes, for all of this, all of the Spardas are very clingy in the mornings. Sometimes their partner has to wake them up because they hold them down with their entire body, and their grip is so strong.
In the same vein, they sweat very little compared to humans, relying more on environmental heat regulation than evaporative cooling. They thrive in warmer climates that others might struggle and be drenched.
Similarly, they have a very subtle scent. A faint mineral smell instead of human sweat, like a musk or stone after rain.
Stamina, body composition and regeneration
Very dense muscle mass. Made for a quick boost of explosive energy rather than endless stamina and energy.
Aside from the obvious game mechanics that their SDT can’t last the whole fight, I'd like to believe that this is the biological reason why they cannot maintain such explosive boost of energy for a long period of time.
Their short, explosive energy could also be due to their use of oxygen more efficiently. This also means that they can hold their breath for longer and breathe in places with low oxygen or toxic air (Like the underworld, for example) -> I'm pretty sure there is some sort of mention of this in some DMC novel, where "Tony Redgrave" has to embrace his demonic side to being able to breath in the underworld (Or smth like that, dont quote me on this, i'm really not sure and im too lazy to double check)
Remember in DMC5—after Dante, Trish, and Lady first fight Urizen, Dante is left in a coma after being left injured and defeated? Well, that also applies to the reptiles as well.
After being heavily injured and in the process of regeneration, they enter a torpor-like regenerative state, reducing movement and awareness to a minimum while their bodies prioritise tissue repair.
I mean, if I’m being honest, their general “Regeneration” abilities make much more sense if assuming they are reptilian-like
Metabolism and diets
Slow metabolism, they probably can go long periods without any substance, and then devour a shocking amount in one sitting.
Although after a big meal, they become lethargic.
They have a strong bias toward protein. Especially red meat, ideally, cooked rare or medium-rare.
They do not have a fear of raw food; they’ll eat sushi, tartare, and carpaccio with no disgust. Vergil and Nero strongly prefer it, but Dante does not; however, he sometimes craves it.
Similarly, they can digest very unusual things without getting food poisoning.
They barely drink water; if they are not reminded, they can spend a long time without taking a sip.
Hypersenses
In human form, it’s more subtle. But they still have a sharp sense of warmth, sound, vibration and movement.
They can “Taste” the air and have very advanced reflexes.
Generally, their tongue and palate are very sensitive, and they can detect chemical traces in the air.
This is amplified if they are around the same person (A partner, for example) for a prolonged period of time, making their senses more acute to personal things such as scent and mood.
Yes, this includes being able to perceive their partner's adrenaline, excitement and well… arousal.
Mating and reproductive cycles
You perverts and monster fuckers, this is the reason you cliqued on this post, didn't you?
Well, I shall deliver.
They do not experience heat cycles as some mammals do, but their reproductive instincts intensify during certain seasons.
So, yes, they have seasonal spikes of increased aggression, possessiveness, restlessness, stronger scent and of course, increased libido.
The change is not sudden; it starts slowly and subtly.
First, they become more sensitive to their partner's scent, wanting to be around them all the time, as it's almost irresistibly addictive to them.
Secondly, they crave their partners' warmth more than usual, as if “recharging for reproduction”
Thirdly, they have this constant desire to embrace their partner with their whole body and stay very still in that position for a long time, soaking up their partner's warmth, scent and body.
And then, they slowly start getting more aroused by the sight of their partner and crave to break any distance that there is between them as soon as possible.
Reptiles don’t court, they loom. The Spardas start to stand taller, unconsciously display their strength and size to you, their voice drops, they become more dominant, and they stare at you for longer with a predatory gaze.
When desire hits, it hits like a train. It's a very intense hunger; it usually lasts around one to two weeks.
They gravitate toward partners' inner thighs, neck and chest. They press their bodies flush to their partners until their own skin warms.
Sex starts slow and deliberate; the human side tells them to try to hold themselves back and be gentle, but then desire hits, and it does with hunger. Their lunges quickly become fast and powerful.
When mating, they have a desire to mark their partner: light biting, hickeys, scratching, faint bruises, staying very close so their smell cling into them. It's not possessive per se, but rather instinctual.
After “finishing”, they cling to you and stay very still, holding you tight for a few minutes before pulling out.
During their "mating season", they’re hungrier, clingier, and rougher.
But outside of it? They can go months celibate without effort.
Yes, sorry to kill the mood, but the fertile window is quite narrow. Therefore, the Spardas can go years with no intense desire.
This doesnt mean complete disinterest! Or that they become asexual, they still have a human side to them that balances things out.
Some other reptilian quirks that Dante masked, but Vergil keeps proudly.
Predatory gaze: They blink very little and very slowly. Vergil has the most noticeable predatory gaze out of the three, but Dante learned to mask it after spending so much time in the human world. (Because if I'm being honest, it's a bit unsettling.)
Nevertheless, the Spardas will absolutely kick your ass in those “do not blink” competitions.
Stillness: Can be quite stealthy and stay very still for a long period of time. They are like 6’3, but they can be very sneaky if they choose to. Vergil has the most honed stealth/stillness skills out of the three -> Similarly, he tends to meditate instead of sleeping in that state of suspended motion.
And considering that he is part demon, Nero is pretty bad at it. He cannot stay still; he fidgets a lot, moves around constantly and generally has trouble staying motionless, even at sleep.
Wildcare Headcanons
This applies to all of the Spardas; they prefer dark, quiet, warm rooms when resting, as excessive sensory input becomes overwhelming when their bodies are trying to conserve heat and recover.
They can sleep almost anywhere, on a chair, on the floor, sitting down, or standing perfectly straight. Similarly, they can go to sleep very quickly the moment they choose to do so; it's literally like turning off a switch. One second they are wide awake, the next one they are in stage 4 REM sleep.
They are very light sleepers, tho.
Author notes
My answer is(and for the sake of this post): not necessarily.
Before you wonder: “If demons in DMC can be reptilian-like, wouldn’t that logic also apply to Trish and Lucia?”
Important disclaimer: I’m fully aware that many of the explanations here don’t hold up under real-world biology or strict world-building scrutiny. At the end of the day, this is largely shaped by game mechanics (for example: regeneration, stamina, and durability). This “theory” post is intended for just three types of people: the fun ones that get it, the furries and the monsterfuckers
Trish and Lucia are fully artificial demons. They aren’t bound by biological constraints in the same way natural or hybrid beings are. They don’t need to follow the “rules of nature” to function — their bodies can exist purely by design, magic, or game logic.
Dante, Vergil, and Nero are different. Because they have a human component, their bodies must obey some internal biological logic in order to remain stable. Without that internal coherence, a human–demon hybrid physiology would simply collapse under its own contradictions. So while their biology is obviously fictional, it still needs a framework that tries to make sense.
T.W.: death, blood, graphic depictions of violence, nonconsensual kissing, yandere character
Alyosha looks so freaking cool, and I really can't wait to have him as a character and play him X3
And I can't wait to see what people come up with X3
Originally, I intended to make it a Male Reader exclusively, but after re-reading it, I realized it could be read by anyone, since there were very few terms that gendered the reader. Hopefully, I've taken care of those few terms, but there might be some left. Don't hesitate to point them out!
Also, my knowledge of traditional Chinese clothing is abbhorent, so beware, and see you on the other side :3
Snezhnaya was a cold place, filled with cold people. That was your first thought when you arrived there as a child. You didn't understand the urge your parents had to change horizons so suddenly, especially when nothing reminded you of home. You couldn't look out your windows the beauty of lanterns or the flagrance of spices, only the unforgivable cold that froze tears, blood and hearts.
The longing to see your home was constant, uncomfortable, and whenever your parents tried to put you in the good "clothing" befitting of noble Snezhnayans, you could only look in nostalgia at the beautiful silk robes your grandma would send you every lantern rite. She hadn't understood why you'd leave, but she still gave you the robes when asked.
Still, you did as they asked, as the good child you were supposed to be. Quietly, you were drawing enough funds to get yourself out of their grasp and attempt the journey back. It didn't matter if you had to end back on the streets of Liyue, you were going back to your home one way or another. You would congratulate yourself over every single mora that escaped their notice and ended up in your pocket.
Although, as your parents intermingled more deeply with Snezhnayans, it seemed to become easier and easier. Whatever your parents were doing, it seemed that it brought so much money, that they didn't care about the little pennies you withdrew. You had no interest in finding out. People who delved too deeply in financial matters often ended up in front of the Northland Bank.
And the less you knew, the better.
They could play whatever game they wanted to play, so long it didn't have to implicate you at all. If they wished to become the most Snezhnayans to have ever walked this very earth, they could do so. You preferred your ancestral roots. However, it was currently a fool's dream to return to Liyue. Not when you were being dragged into whichever ball in existence for some inane reason.
Sticking out like a sore thumb, you'd decided on wearing the magnificent hanfu your grandmother had sent you, a beautiful ensemble that certainly made a few point their fingers straight at you. You barely gave them a second glance. Your ambition to leave the restricting world of your parents was your priority. Lifting a flute of fizzy drink, a shiver suddenly crawled down your spine.
Hand twitching, you cast a gaze around the ceiling. The feeling intensified, much as the urge to run did. You checked every nook and cranny, tried to find something in the shadows. Whatever that could prove that you hadn't imagined this for nothing. Just when you were almost certain to catch some movement, someone placed a hand on your shoulder. You flinched and turned to find your father's grave gaze:
"We told you already not to put such clothing in public."
A lecture was incoming, but at the same time, the intense feeling of being watched stopped. You weren't quite certain you were thankful, or even more terrified that it did before you could find the source of it.
"You mentioned once that one should put on their best clothing when going to events, didn't you?"
"If you do not integrate yourself to the culture, child, you will never be recognized by any of them," the man responded sternly. "And the first step is accepting that the clothing you bear is that of a nation we've left behind."
"That you left, father. And you already know my feelings regarding it."
A shiver ran down your spine, and despite the colors on your father's face, your face snapped back to the ceiling. What was up there? Not even your own father's anger ever made you feel so much... in danger.
"Listen to me when I speak-"
He forced you to look at him by twisting you by the shoulders, and whatever expression was on your face stopped him momentarily.
"Can I leave father?"
Was that your voice? How did it come so weak, when a moment prior, you were ready to scream at your father?
Almost trembling, you placed a hand on your elbow. Your heart was beating so fast, you wished for a desperate moment that it simply stopped. It hurt.
Your father stared at you, as though to discern lies from truth on your face. You didn't bother creating a façade. Whatever could help you get out of this place would be for the best.
In the end, the man sighed, before saying:
"There's still a few people I need to talk to. I'll make it quick, I promise you. Then, we'll leave and-"
"Father, please, you can't-"
"I'm already considering that it might be serious," the man interrupted. "But maybe you caught something on the way there. It's even more of a reason to wear weather appropriate clothing, child."
You didn't care what he was saying. You needed to leave as quickly as possible. Just as your father turned his back, the invisible gaze, because it could only be that, returned to you at full strength, enough that you grabbed at your father's back.
"Please, father, it's-"
"Go bother your mother, you're not a child any longer!"
A click.
Bam.
And red was all you saw.
One moment, your father was there, screaming at you to behave, the next, a nigh-headless body fell backward, coloring the floor and its clothing in deep crimson.
Someone screamed. It might have been you.
The other people in the assistance yelled, moving to the many corridors to try and exit the ballroom. Some were asking for the assistance of the Fatui, while your own blood was buzzing in your head, threatening to burst it in a thousand pieces like your own father's was. Someone pushed you and that was all the wake-up call to remind you not to stay there.
It might have been good to speak to your mother, looking back. This way, you might have seen her again. Still, you decided instead to run in one of the servants' exits.
You pushed against poor employees who were trying to understand what was going on, while you didn't give yourself even half a moment to catch up on your breath. The tight corridors meant little to you, and the brocade your grandmother had offered you was ample enough to provide the necessary movement in running. You'd never been so thankful for her.
You were not entirely sure how long it took you to end up in a random corridor, but the one thing it lacked was noise. You let out a painful breath, tears and vomit threatening to clog up your respiratory system. You clenched your knees, unable to fully forget the noise and the sight of a grown man's head blowing up in gory pieces.
As you let out another shaky breath, you took stocks of your surroundings. On your left, the moon shone brightly on a dimly lit corridor through large windows, whilst on your right, decorations and antiques worth more than whatever you wore currently were lined up on magnificent tables. You gave them no further attention as you concentrated in front of you.
The corridor extended in eery quiet. There were a few lights here and there, but something told you not to switch them on. Despite the logic and the fact that it could potentially draw servants to you that could guide you out, you didn't trust that it wouldn't also alert whichever was responsible of your father's...
You swallowed vomit before you could finish the thought.
You needed to move.
You took a step. Then another.
A whistle echoed against the walls, and a fear more profound than that of fire took ahold of you. Death was standing behind you. Death was approaching. And Death knew you were there.
You ran. It didn't matter that you stumbled, that you cried and smashed open doors on your way.
"___"
Was it your name Death whispered?
Before you could wonder, red figures of wolves appeared in front of you. You stopped momentarily, and sensed weights pounce on your back, you stumbled and fell, crying out in pain. You tried to move, but the wolves bit into the skin of your calf, digging almost straight to the bone.
"Ah!!"
You tried to kick out the beasts, but to no avail. The fear was liquid fire spilling inside your veins, and the knowledge that your hunter was approaching did nothing to help the situation. The bite intensified and not even the adrenaline bruning in your system kept it from electrifying every nerve in your body with pain.
Clack.
Clack.
Clack.
Death was there.
"Running in your condition was no good," you heard someone speak. "You excited them too much."
Shivers would surely drive your heart to an early death, seeing how they wracked your body currently. "Excited them too much?" What was it to this person, a game?
The wolves left your vision, even the one who had bitten your leg, which allowed you at the very least some liberty of movement. Standing in front of you was a hooded man, covered in furs colored white, dark blue and red. Green hair and eyes the color of gold shone underneath. His lips were stretched in a thin line, but something in his gaze burned.
"Although, I must admit, it was a tad too tempting."
What.
He knelt, taking your chin between two gloved fingers.
"You were too tempting."
And before you could process anything, he pressed his lips against yours. You pushed at his shoulders, screaming with all your might, but nothing would stop him. Biting did nothing but drive the passion further. Tears were spilling out, and your weak attempts at pushing him away only resulted with your hands being held above your head.
You could try and vomit, but the only thing that spilled out of your mouth were muffled screams of absolute terror. You begged, to any and all who could and would listen, to come save you. Archons, Shades, none were spared, you couldn't stop that monster.
"Now that the one that kept you from finding happiness is gone," he whispered in your ears, "let me fill that empty space with it."
"P-Please," you begged, trembling. "I-I don't know what you want, but please I-"
"You."
The man wasn't lying. Those burning golden eyes were not lying.
"I want you whole. I want your name, your soul, your body, your everything."
You couldn't move, not when you were being pinned like a butterfly for a display. You were rooted to this very moment, to this very instant in a long life.
This man is mad.
A gloved finger caressed your neck, dipping slightly in the inner robe of your hanfu. You shivered.
"You don't even know me," you tried weakly, as though that would dissuade him.
"I do, actually, " he responded easily, eyes turning back to you. "I followed you so intently, it was hard at times not to bridge the distance between us," he sighed, cupping your cheek.
Followed?
The truth felt like a stone being dropped straight to your stomach, acids rising back to the back of your throat and threatening to spill all over yourself once more.
"Is that why you killed my father?"
"He made you unhappy, therefore he needed to go."
"What about my mother?"
The lack of response was gutting. Tears streamed down your cheeks and the man kissed your cheeks.
"Don't you worry, now that they are gone, you will have plenty of time to forget them and replace their existence with something worthwhile. You deserve every bit of it, ___. I see you. I understand you better than you understand yourself."
Lies.
But in the hands of a man who killed your parents, what was there to do but to acquiesce until you could flee?
"And I know that you belong with me."
Your answer was filled with every bit of spite you could conjure without breaking from the inside.
"And who is "me"?"
Something in his gaze shifted. Something almost disgustingly, frighteningly fond.
No content warnings <3 just a short little drabble <3 EDIT: this is an April Fools post you have been warned!! Lots of silly tomfoolery ahead!!
gen reader x (its a surprise!)
word count - 400
It’s been a long day. Your job is slowly wearing you down, the weight of all the responsibilities drags behind you as you kick your shoes off by the door.
“Baby?” You call into the house, she must've already gone to bed, you thought.
You place the bowl that was left on the counter for you to reheat, as it spins you think of all the hours it probably sat on the table, just waiting for you, growing cold instead. Eating it only partly filled the empty feeling inside of you.
Climbing the stairs you see the bedroom door just ajar, you know she’s probably already asleep. Your beautiful, sexy, amazing, stunning, talented, funny, one of a kind, breathtaking girlfriend; Somebitchprobably.
You make a left to the bathroom, craving to wash the day off your skin, letting the heat melt the stress away, counting down the seconds till you can cuddle up to your amazing, adorable, sleepy girlfriend in bed.
You pat yourself dry in a hurry, dressing in your snugliest pajamas, slowly pushing the door open, crawling onto the bed, pressing a kiss to her cheek, the weight sinking you both into the mattress slightly.
“Sorry I had to stay late again” You murmur.
Somebitchprobably groans awake, eyes fluttering open to you. “Mmm, you’re back” she mumbles, smiling gayly, reaching to hug you against her chest. You let your body sink into her, head against her colossally heavy breasts.
You feel yourself slowly drift to sleep, with her hands slowly dragging over your back till suddenly the blanket pulls over your back, locking just above your head as she passes a brobdingnagian fart under the covers.
“Ew! What the fuck!” You shout, gaging as you thrash under the covers, trying to escape from the putrid smell.
Her wicked cackling echoes in the room as you struggle to free yourself, gasping for air when you finally free yourself from her grasp, retching over the side of the bed.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You say with tears in your eyes, only just catching your breath.
“Eeeeeeeehehehehe” she giggles like an evil little elf, “You still love me thougghhhh” She teases in a singsongy voice.
You just roll your eyes, settling back under the covers on your side of the bed. After a few moments you roll back over, big spooning against her stinky butt, finally relaxing into sleep.
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AHHHHHHH APRIL FOOLSSSSSS AAHAHAHAHA I WASNT GONNA DO THIS BUT RAY CONVINCED ME SO YALL HAVE HER TO THANK AAAHAHAHAHAHA
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Perm tags: @lobotomymutt @immsn @alloftheimagines @thatredheadloserlesbian (yes to love me is to suffer me actually)
Reigen Arataka x FTM!Katsuya Serizawa x Gen!Reader
Happy TDOV! I recently watched Mob Psycho 100 and became wild for Serizawa and Reigen. As a celebration of transness, I decided to write out one of my smaller ideas for them into this ficlet. Language used for Serizawa is outlined below as well as any warnings or themes to look out for. As usual, the reader's genitals or body are never described in hopes of being inclusive to trans folks. I hope everyone enjoys!
Language used for Serizawa: cock, growth, clit, pussy, cunt, hole, chest
Serizawa shuddered under your hands as you gently ran them up through the thin layers of hair that peppered the outside of his thighs. He was sat with his legs open as much as he could in Reigen's lap, his cunt wet with anticipation as you both toyed with him. You had been at this for a while now, Serizawa patiently letting you toy with his lower half while Reigen handled his upper. His chest was being groped at non-stop, all of the attention causing his nipples to harden and his breath to catch in his throat. He was nearly stuttering now, the only sounds from his mouth moans and whines as he tried not to squirm in his boss' lap.
Serizawa loved being obedient for the both of you. His favorite words were that of praise, and he was lavished in it when he behaved so well under your teasing hands. You and Reigen as a pair were truly terrible to the older man- both of you got off on the teasing and the power trip, and before Serizawa was in your life, you and Reigen often fought for dominance in your sexual relationship. It wasn't bad by any stretch, but you both had a tendency to get pent up when the other would try to take their sweet time. Your prayers were answered, though, when you both met the sweetest and most willing sub you'd ever known: Katsuya Serizawa. You and Reigen went from clashing heads to collaborating so effortlessly that sometimes you wondered if you were ever meant to work seperately at all.
Now you've both spent the better part of the day just teasing your poor sub. You were all lucky enough to be off work for the day, and you decided it was a good day to stay inside and do nothing. Work had been unusually hectic recently, and Serizawa especially had undertaken a lot as the newest resident psychic now that Mob was focused on his schooling. Both you and Reigen thought it was only fitting to treat him to a day of teasing- it started simply with touches as you walked by, then cuddling, then long, lingering kisses. It was only one of you at a time at first, but eventually, before Serizawa could even register it, you were both working on him. Somehow, you all ended up on the couch with him in Reigen's lap and you on the floor in front of them as you worked your mouth and hands up his body slowly.
He groaned as you moved your hands to rest just above his pussy, both of your thumbs positioning themselves on either side of his opening and pushing the lips aside to show off his bottom growth. He was painfully hard by now, his cock standing at attention as you opened him up and took a look. He leaned himself back even further against Reigen, and somewhere above you, you heard him chastise Serizawa for being so desperate and acting so cute. The words were muffled as you, too, were starting to reach your limit for teasing. You couldn't focus as you watched him twitch in anticipation; even though you didn't look up from your prize, you still felt Serizawa's eyes boring into you expectantly as you stared.
In one swift motion, you leaned forward and finally captured his cock in your mouth. You felt him buckle above you as the stimulation hit him all at once, but before he could close himself off, Reigen pulled him back to rest against his chest again. You slowly backed yourself off of him, releasing his sensitive growth and causing him to whine at the loss. He didn't have to wait long as you dived immediately back in, this time licking a long stripe up and tasting his sweetness on your tongue. He was exquisite.
You resumed your original work quickly, sucking at his cock and causing him to groan loud and shakily. Reigen held him steady, cooing and telling him how nice he sounded and how much he deserved this. You punctuated his praise with your own, pulling off Serizawa's throbbing clit and mumbling "So sweet," before diving back in. He was a mess above you now, trembling as he tried to hold himself back from bucking into your mouth- he gripped your hair instead desperately, and you let him begin to thrust shallowly against your face as you continued to suck him off.
You could tell he was getting closeras you continued, so as you took your chance to move one of your hands from where it was holding him open down to his dripping cunt. It was almost obscenely easy to slip two fingers in, and as you did, he held onto you even tighter and thrust himself against you more aggressively. He moaned loud enough that you wondered if there would be a noise complaint to deal with tomorrow, but you took this as your cue to keep going, your hands working in tandem with your mouth to bring him to his peak. You knew he didn't have long; he was grinding against you and moaning so pitifully, you were wondering how Reigen was even keeping him seated against him at all at this point.
Exactly as you expected, you felt Serizawa's pussy tightening against you, desperately trying to suck you in as he got close to his release. You picked up your pace, lapping at his aching cock and pumping your fingers in and out of him as quickly as you could while Reigen spurred him on and encouraged him to let go. He finally bucked his hips into the air one last time before cumming hard around your fingers, his whole body going still as he rode out the waves of pleasure overtaking him. You guided him through it all, slowing your fingers and letting go of his cock as you felt his body come down from its high.
When he was finally finished, you pulled out completely and moved back to really look at him for the first time in a while. He was wrecked, his eyes half-open and his body now slack in Reigen's arms. He had drenched your hand and chin in his release, and you noticed his cock softened back into the folds of his pussy. He smiled and through his panting, spoke up to you appreciatively. "That was so good... thank you."
He couldn't see Reigen's smile from behind as he spoke up, but you could. "Don't think we are finished yet, Serizawa. I still haven't had my turn." You smiled in turn as Serizawa groaned low in his throat at the thought of the night to come.
☞ sensitive topics such as: abuse, murder, gore, addiction, cannibalism, mental illness and suicidal ideation (if you're requesting anything sensitive and not sure where it falls // it's not listed, please feel free to ask)
