#oni female

[rebswashere]

Kiana, half oni, half werewolf investigator.

[merakidoll]

love the idea of store owner onyankopon being so needy. all day he’s texting you about everything he wants to do, sending you pictures of his bulge in the grey sweats that he wore with a message saying “come fix it. he missing you”. now you found yourself below the counter of where he checks people out.

his cock out, stuffing your mouth while he rung up the elder old lady as if he wasn’t ready to shut down for the day. he subconsciously began to buck into you, tip hitting the back of your throat making you gag over the pre cum. luckily she didn’t hear, due to the 90’s jams that played throughout the building.

“is that mm a-all?” he would play off his stubble by fixing the fitted cap. he tightly held the black bag kncules growing white, while placing in the carton of milk and six wings. “yes” she would be shuffling through her wallet slowly. ony’s stomach tingling, while his balls pumped hitting your chin.

your moans were sending vibrations throughout him, his patience growing thin but not ever wanting to come off rude. “i-it’s ight. on me” pushing the bag towards her she gave him a smile, with promises to bring him a slice of the cake she was baking.

he took deep breaths watching her walk out of the door, bell ringing and closing behind her. and as soon as she was out of sight, onyankopon grabbed your braided ponytail and began to fuck your mouth roughly.

“thinkin shits so funny” pulling out of your mouth he spit on your tongue then slid back in, balls slapping against your face and spit bubbles making his dick and your face slimy and wet. your pussy rubbed against your underwear, creating a sensation that had your mind dazed.

onyankopon bit his pink lip rubbing the part of his cock that couldn’t fit in your mouth and letting out the many ropes of cum. even pulling out to make sure some covered your face. all you could do was sit in shock. clit pulsing bad, so bad that you needed it to be fixed.

“o-ony” you pouted. he looked around the store finally gaining back enough sense to realize where he was. luckily no one was in the store, tilting his head to his office you got up limping your way there with him behind you. cock still out and back hard for you, ready to help his pretty girl.

[love-me-satoru]

“Onyyyyyy..”

“Quiet lil mama I got you”

He’s been sucking on your clit for the past hour lost in between your legs you’ve came a least three times but he’s not done. He loves every part of you. But that sweet taste your cunt produces must be one of his favourites if he would chose to be there for hours on end.

“Ony.. please..”

“Cum for me mama.”

[aothotties]

Sneaky Link w/ Onyankopon

Warnings: MDNI, Public sex, mirror sex, multiple orgasms, squirting.

Wprd Count: 822

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Ony has played soccer for as long as he could remember. Soccer is his safe haven, it’s how he met his teammates and best friends.

It’s also how he met you, his pretty little thing. 

One day during his off season you came to one of their practices with your cousin, Connie’s sister. Onyakopon immediately caught your attention and once you set your eye on something you always seem to get it. 

“Ay Connie!” You call your cousin over and lean against the railing to talk to him.

“Introduce me to your friend over there.” You smile as you lock eyes with the man in question.

“Absolutely not, try again.” He says and you roll your eyes. 

“I’ll give you the information to the girl who does my tattoos damn!” You cross your arms over your chest and he smiles proudly. 

“He’ll be over at the end of practice, thank you prima!” He skips off like the dumb ass he is and you sit back on the bleachers.

And he was right, by the end of the game Ony came up to you and introduced himself to you, lord his smile could light up a damn room. 

“So you’re Connie’s cousin? Are you here to stay or just visiting?” He asks before taking a drink of water.

“I’m visiting for a few weeks, I’m flying back home in a month.” You stand closer to him and he nods his head.

“You should come to this kickback tonight, me and the boys will be there.” He takes your phone and puts his information in it. 

You make sure to graze your fingers over his as you take it back from him with a smile.

“As long as you’re there, then I’m there.” You kiss his cheek and walk off. 

You catch him at the party later that night and can’t help but bite your lip at the sight of him in something beside his uniform.

“Aren’t you stylish? He chuckles and shrugs his shoulders slyly.

“What can I say, I’m smooth on and off the field.” He leans against a counter and sips his drink.

“Is that so?” You tilt your head and he raises an eyebrow in return.

“You want to find out?”

That’s the last thing you remember before you ended up where you are currently. His large hand slapped over your mouth as you cream sll over his thich shaft.

“P-papa, you feel so good!” You moan out into the bathroom you both ran into.

“I know baby girl, you take me so good.” He smooths his hand up your back and into your hair, grabbing it in his hand. You come around him without a warning at the feelings of his hand in your hair.

“Shit girl! I got you cumming like that?” He grins, you whimper and nod in response. He grabs your hips and pounds into your pussy faster.

Wet squelching noises fill up the bathroom, if the music were to shut off you two would be so screwed. That’s the last thing on y’alls mind as Ony’s thick tip nudges your g-spot. 

“Look at you, such a nasty fucking slut.” He forces you to watch him fuck you in the mirror, you clench around him tightly and grip the counter.

“Y-yes, ‘m so nasty papi!” Your eyes roll to the back of your head in ecstasy, his big ball slap against your clit.

Your orgasm sneaks up on you again and you bite your fist as another orgasm rips through you. You whine as his hips never lose speed and continue tapping your g-spot. 

“I want you to squirt for me, we’re not leaving until you do.” He slowly trails a hand to your clit and you squeeze your eyes shut at the command.

“O-ony I c-can’t.” You bite down on you lip at the mixture of pain and pleasure you’re feeling. 

You swear you can feel him tapping your cervix, but you only want him to go further. You’re up on your tip toes as he continues drilling in and out of you, loving the mess you make on his pelvis and thighs.

“We gotta make this month worth your stay mami.” He leans down and whispers in your ear, locking eyes with you in the mirror.

He bites down on your neck and at that same moment you squeeze around his cock for the final time and come hard. You scream into your hand as you release splashes against his thighs and the floor.

“Oh fuck.” He groans loudly. Pulling out quickly before stroking himself and finishing on your lower back.

“Damn baby, what can I do to get you to stay here forever?” He asks, somewhat playfully but also in all seriousness. 

You chuckle at the question and he begins to clean you up with some toilet paper nearby.

“You keep fucking me like that and I’ll take it into consideration.” 

“Deal.”

Ari

[diejager]

Hello, may please ask for nsfw headcanons for the Oni please?

NSFW headcanons

Pairing: The Oni | Kazan Yamaska x fem!reader

Cw: NSFW, breeding kink, biting, marking, aftercare, possessive behaviour, size kink, tradition, scent/musk kink, worshiping, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 1.1k

Kazan is a proud man, honouring his family name to the point of committing blasphemy. He cherished the things that belonged to him, taking care of his kanabo with the careful swipe of his towel and as much love as he has for you, his little human. His big hands came to hold you before him, a supporting gesture while you stared up at him in the mirror, his piercing, red eyes meeting yours. 

Under the protective shield of his armour, those ritualistic shoulder guards with curved Oni horns, chest armour, sleeves and thigh protections secured by thick ropes rounding the mass of his body; and the bloodied cloth of his shirt, shin guard, skirt and pants held with strong string sewing them together to become a piece; Kazan was a soft lover, caring and soft-spoken with his feelings for you. Under that scary Oni mask, Kazan is scarily human, even with the added height and broad shoulders.

Size played a lot to his kinks, his body looming over your smaller one, his hands holding your curved hips as he bullied his cock into you, watching the skin of your navel bulge with his enormous size. You cried when he pressed a palm over the bulge, pushing it as he plotted through your wet and tight cunt, milking and clamping his thick shaft. Kazan enjoyed watching you take him by yourself, using his chest as support as you sink onto him, mewling and whining about how big he was and how your cunny was too small when you’d taken him over and over before, getting all his length in you. You shook and trembled, legs weak and useless, depending on Kazan to move you up and down, his big hands holding your hips. 

However gentle he tried to be, his strength and pleasure always got the better of his self-control, leaving bruises on your hips and waist, purples and blues the size of his fingers on your arms and thighs. Leaving marks on your soft, pliant flesh was a guilty pleasure of his, he liked sinking his jagged teeth into your shoulders and thighs. The sensuality of seeing the swollen bites on your skin and the sensitive news to it when he pressed a kiss on it. The ferality he felt surging in his body when red rolled down your thighs and shoulders, a single drop that painted your skin in a beautiful shade of crimson. 

He’d be ploughing you with his veiny cock while he leaves traces of his presence on your being, a show of possession on you that he revelled in with pride and sheer, unbridled joy. He was bound to be possessive of what he loved, he held great value and high respect for anything that deserved it, and you were at the top of his list. Forgoing his need to value and respect, being a killer naturally made him more possessive, the need to own and show the others he owned you. Perhaps it made you feel like an object, an item of his obsession, but you’ve never voiced your concerns and fears so he kept going on. If he can show to the others - either killer or survivor - that you were his, he could live happily.

Kazan, as the Oni, had a potency to his being. He had a name, had a reputation, had skill and had needs. He knew, like him, a lot of killers had forsaken their humanity - their souls - to their monsters. Most killers had better noses, their enhanced sense made sniffing out survivors easier and, in his case, helped let the others know you were his. The smell of his mark on you would cling onto you like a cloud of musk, the scent of his cum inside of you screaming about your branding. He would cum in you, spurting rope after rope of potent cum, staining your slick walls. 

He left it inside of you, dripping from your cunt and leaving the musk of his cum and your shared sex as a show of ownership. He spent time pumping you with his loads, he won’t stop until he’s overstimulated, because he can’t stop coming at the thought of breeding you. Building a family was a cultural tradition in his time, and to raise his descendants into honourable people, it was a dream of his, wishful thinking. He knew that within the Entity’s realm, all time stopped, he never aged, he never changed and he would never become a father, but the temptation of knocking you up was simply too much for him not to fuck his cum deeper.

Even while he bullied his load deeper and deeper, cock still as hard and leaky as when he first started, he’d kiss your lips so gently, muffling your mewls and cries. His hands cradled your face, placing sweet, worshipping kisses all over your face, hips rutting into you with your legs swinging over his shoulders. He rolled his hips steadily, making sure that you wouldn’t end up overstimulated like he was, all as he worshipped you. You were like a goddess to him, his little goddess that he could claim with his scent and mark. He kissed the ground you walked on, he kissed your hands when you held it towards him, and he would do anything you would want, all you have to do is ask. 

After everything, the hours-long marathon in bed, he would take care of you. He’s amazing at aftercare. He would do every whim of yours, if you wanted a cup of water, he’d have it in seconds, if you wanted to shower, he’d bathe you; if you wanted to sleep; he’d cuddle you from the back. His attention was spent on you and you alone after every session, he cleaned you, he fed you, he watched your back when you slept. He spooned you, his bigger body shadowing you in a comfortable and safe embrace, an arm under your head and another over your waist. 

If you didn’t want to sleep, wanting to feel pretty and clean as his, Kazan’s little goddess bride, he would dress you up prettily. Kazan was also a man who saw the beauty in tradition, painting you in the colours of his country, the powerful red and its innocent white. He painted your face in those shades with soft pink and yellow on your eyes, tried your hair in high loops and used beads to decorate your locks. Dressed in the beautiful robes that told stories and legends of his empire, you looked like those elegant geishas he remembered seeing years ago. You would dance and sing, he’d twirl you around him and make the ends of your sleeves flutter.

Kazan, for all his worth and pain, finally had something good in his life, something he could be proud of loving. Perhaps The Entity wasn’t as cold and unfeeling as She portrayed herself.

[ninjautistic]

I found out some stuff about Oni's and I have a whole bunch of new headcanons for Lloyd and Garmadon..

[ackerpretty]

Onyankopon next?

Onya codeddd

[surrinta]

LOADING: the pudding, the class and the big big brat ₊˙♡﹗˚ ༘

content: be aware of reader having abnormal eating habits n over involved friends. as in concerningly abnormal n her mates have had enuff. you eat like this?? tell someone pls. what else? oh yeah, mentions of implied bulimia (reader is not bulimic) nnn (my memory omg) undisclosed relationship hehe. reader is sort of a brat, female n black coded ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

headers from @v6que <3

“mama you need t’finish this”

you glowered at him over the tops of your glasses as you played with the rim of the rice pudding pot he had picked out for you. ony merely stared back at you. you were all mean faced n pouty, arms crossed tight across your chest — he scoffed. you looked like a damn kitten glaring like that.

he checked his gold linked watch. he had about ten minutes till training and you hadn’t even cracked open the lid of the pot yet.

eren and ony had been watching your eating habits for a while, unbeknownst to you. you barely finished your meals when you three went out, merely sliding it over to them and claiming you were full. you skipped meals — ESPECIALLY breakfast and would only eat about one to two small things. if even. last time you brought in lunch ony had to ransack your bag and get a second eye witness, being eren because he could not in good conscious believe that you had only brought in three small tangerines for lunch.

to your credit you snacked like a motherfucker.

you claimed you didn’t have any disordered eating patterns but the last time they made you sit and eat breakfast recommended for a living breathing person and not your pitiful banana and three biscuits or whatever the hell else you cocked up — you got the worst stomach ache, could barely stand upright.

eren and ony took it upon themselves to meal plan and prep for you. no tv during meal times, no talking and you weren’t to leave spoonfuls behind. they gave you options and as much time as you pleased to pick.

you were good for the most part. but today you seemed to have hit a threshold. ony narrowed his eyes before releasing a breath. he’s never cared when you’ve hit your limit, however. he knew how much you could take. this atrocious display of pure cheek was not your limit.

“just, open it, baby. eat a few spoons for me”

you took in the arm he had on the back of the couch in the student lounge area. you felt bad. hated them fussing. but you ate! most times. well. if you ever whipped up the app you downloaded to see if you were getting your recommended daily intake of calories and showed it to them you’d be a finished person. so perhaps there was room for improvement, but you weren’t starving yourself. you held back an irritated breath. not on purpose. when he plopped the rice pudding pot in front of you, you had barely contained an eye roll and a mumbled, ‘not this again’.

you cracked open the tin foil. took up a white plastic spoon and downed three mouthfuls.

“done”

“you ate three damn spoons”

“you said eat a few spoons for me”

“i-“, ony felt his eye twitch. you raised your eyebrows as if to say you had won the little argument. you picked up your phone to mindlessly tap; pearl studded acrylics tapping against the screen before ony snatched it.

“nigga-“

“eat, im not fucking around. i asked your girls, told me all you had today was water and a damn nutrigain bar. that shit ain’t food”. he furrowed his brows as he planted your phone on the table. you sat back and folded your arms as you stared at the wooden surface. ony knew that you probably didn’t have an eating disorder. you liked food. you snacked religiously and when they followed you to the bathroom to press an ear to the door they didn’t get the feeling that you were throwing it all up either. granted eren nearly crashed to the ground when you had flung open the door. you had gazed up at them with a question before shaking it off, settling for their unreasonable abnormalities and undiagnosed clinginess. one less thing to worry about for them.

still didn’t explain your aversion to eating anything of substance.

“fine!” you huffed as you opened up the pot again, spooning some more of the creamy rice into your mouth. ony watched you patiently. he had noticed how tired you were getting. how irritable you could be at times, a brat as he would call you more often than not. he wanted you healthy and he knew you could do it. you just needed a push cause you were so damn stubborn.

he checked his watch again. training was in five. he got up just as he saw your girls come in to your table. he nodded at them, dapped a few as they sat down.

“i have training-“, he started at the group.

“coulda fooled me”, he shot you a look as if to say he was only an inch away from telling you he wasn’t talking to you. he slung his gym bag onto one shoulder.

“she needs to finish this”. your girls nodded eagerly adding comments of  their own about your terrible eating patterns as you glared.

“thanks, guys”. ony grabbed your jaw, smushed your blush painted cheeks.

“see you in a bit, ma”

you mumbled out a bye and not even a second later eren had come through the door, dapping up ony as he eyed your little table. you threw your head back so hard you were surprised you didn’t knock yourself out. eren was a lot gentler, a bit softer than onyankopon — who always seemed ready to eat the head off you. eren had potential to possess rage but in waves, nearly. just waves. 

till you pushed.

“not happy to see me?”

your friends were but you cut eyes at him before begrudgingly fixing a hug into his side when he pinched at your ribs as you jumped n squealed. he gave a pretty grin, canines peeking before he tucked you into the space between his ribs. your girls were always so awestruck by the pure affection that was always displayed with the three of you. natural n loving n casual. the sweetest.

he sat across from you, greeted your friends, opened up your pot of rice pudding, ate a spoon and then scooped up another to tell you to open your mouth. he usually communicated with you in japanese and as if on autopilot you opened to eat it. no, “what’s this about you not eating?”, he just started talkin. he alternated between telling you about his day n spoon feeding you, eating off of yours at random and before you knew it, it was finished.

“so”, eren fixed you with a dimpled grin, green eyes a glitter. “guess who has a food and nutrition module in about-“, he checked his watch. “ten minutes”.

you pulled a face. “let’s see, someone i don’t give two rats ab-“

“watch it”

you slumped your shoulders back, simultaneously swinging your legs to one side to let the girls out. they had some nursing lab of their own to get to. you were two parts surprised they were even attempting to go to class. usually they bunked off if eren or ony were chilling with you. you cocked an eyebrow at them as they gave giggled goodbyes. you supposed they had to get their life in order at some point. it was final year after all.

“you’re coming”

you shrugged. interestingly you loved topics about nutrition. “no sweat off my back”, you gave a little smile. “i love this subject”

eren eyed you as you picked up your kipling satchel, miffy plush swinging from the corduroy material. “good cause i told the professor i’m bringing in someone that would love to participate in this specific module”

your eye twitched. “you did what?”

[master-jarrus]

Okay so you know how there is that one kid who doesn't look like anyone in their family until you see what the grandparents looked like when they were young

I hc that with Lloyd

I know he and Garmadon look a lot a like but there are some key difference that everyone likes to call out (hair color)

So I bet Garmadon looked a lot like FSM did, he hated it so he made sure to stay clean shaven and distance himself from looking like his father

(Wu embraced it)

Since Lloyd is trying to look like Wu he is going to end up looking identical to the FSM and it will cause funny mishaps

Especially in his oni form ( and dragon form if he ever gets it)

[nieceeee]

“BEST FRIENDS”

Pairing: Bestfriend!ony x reader have been friends for years. They do everything together from matching outfits to matching tattoos. But is Ony getting to close to his friend?

W/C: 1.6K

A/N: This is really a fluff from another story. I currently have 12 books right now lol and its a lot but I do a lot of writing dumps to get it out of my brain so enjoy this. Cute nicknames used. Black coded writing. Best friends to potentially something more… let me know if i should keep it going

“Ony what the fuck is that?” His big brother asks, walking up to him and tilting his head to the side. “It's a tattoo dipshit what else.” Ony says. His big brother rolls his eyes before raising his hand and bring in it down on him, right against the plastic covering the sensitive skin. “FUCK!” Ony lets out, the pain searing through his neck. “That's what you get fucking smartass. I knows it's a tattoo but, what the fuck is the date on the tattoo.” he questioned him. Ony stretches his neck, trying to relieve the pressure from the slap. “The date me and y/n met.” He groans. His brother shakes his head and walks back towards the desk, propping himself on the corner.

Ony was about to speak but is interrupted when the door opens and you stroll in, headphones in your ears playing your favorite song. You walk in clueless, bopping your head to the beat. Ony bites back the smile playing on his lips. You finally lift your head and look around the room. “Why yall staring?” You ask. “So I’m guessing this idiot isn’t the only one with a new tattoo, huh?” His brother asks you, raising his brow. You roll your lips together to keep the smile in as your eyes glance over to Ony. He smirks at you. “Well?” His brother urges. You sigh, and roll your eyes before lifting the corner of your graphic t-shirt. Right on your lower right hip was a sliver of plastic covering the matching tattoo ink on your skin. The similar infinity symbol with your friendiversary and your initials branded your hip just like the one on Ony’s upper neck, behind his ear.

“What the hell is wrong with y’all?” His brother questions, shaking his head. Ony opens his mouth to speak but his brother cuts him off. “You know what. Don’t answer that.” You give Ony another look and you both bust out laughing. “Idiots.” his brother mumbles under his breath. You shrug your bag off and plop down on the couch next to Ony. You notice his tattoo is slightly redder than before he left your shared apartment. “Damn what happened to you?” You ask, snuggling into his side. Ony tosses his arm on the back of the couch over your shoulders. “My brother is a dick, what’s new.” He says, the pain still surging through his neck. “Alright, enough playing around. Let’s get to business.” His dad says walking in the room.

After the meeting was over, you start to grab your things. You feel a heavy set of arms wrap around your waist. “Onyyy.” You fuss trying to push him off. “Hey prettygirl. You ready to go?” He asks still holding on to you. “Yeah, I need some food.” You say flipping around in his arms. He smiles down at you. “What you want me to feed you pretty girl?” He asks you. You pretend to think deeply, scrunching your eyebrows and tapping your chin in thought. “Aight bruh, you doing too much. What you want to eat?” He rushes you. “I don't knooow, I want seafood but I also could tear some birria up. OH, and some ramen too.” You list out. “Really, y/n.” He says with a straight face. “Well you asked.” You shrug your shoulders. He finally releases you. “Okay, order your food.” He says. “But I don't know which one I want.” You pout. “So get all of it. Have it sent to the apartment.” Only says pulling out his card and handing it to you. “Really onybunny?” You squeal, snatching the card from him. He shakes his head at you. “You and this damn nickname, I swear.” He says feigning annoyance. You knew he wasn't bothered by it. You had been calling him that since yall were kids. “Yo, Ony can we talk with you for a second.” His brothers call from behind him. “Go ahead. I’ll meet you back at our place, cool?” He says. You nod and lift up to your tippy toes to press a gentle kiss under his chin. He leans down right after you flatten your feet and place one on your nose, another ‘thing’ you do to each other all the time. You shift your bag onto your shoulder and head out.

Ony turns to his older brothers once you left the room. “What’s up yall?” He asks them, a slight look of confusion on his face. They exchanged glances with each other before his oldest brother speaks up. “You don't think y’all are getting too close?” He finally says. “Who?Me and Y/N? Where is this coming from?” Ony asks them. He felt his annoyance start to rise but kept his composure. “I mean I get it. She's your bestfriend. But matching tattoos, thousands of dollars on cars, diamonds. Just how deep is this going Ony.” He questions. “You been watching my account?” Ony says, agitation surging through his blood. “I watch everybody’s account. As the financial leader of both companies, that's my job. And even if I didn't. You think we don't hear the rumors? How many girlfriends you run though because you don’t ‘treat them like your bestie’ or the fact that y/n comes in here everyday for training with a new set of jewelry? Come on lil bro. Be real with us.” He says.

Ony looks around the room at his brothers, each with a different face, some of concern, some evasive as if this was something they’re been avoiding discussing. “So, I’m guessing this ‘family meeting’ wasn’t a coincidence, huh?” He asks, rolling his eyes and slumping down into a chair. “Don’t be like that Onyonkopon. We are your brothers. We are just looking out for your best interest.” One of the others spoke up. “Do you seriously think y/n would use me?” He questions them. “Y/n is a good girl but I don't know how I would feel if someone started dropping racks on me.” His brother shrugs. Ony reels his anger back into his body and takes a deep breath.

“Look,” he starts. “Y’all have known y/n nearly as long as yall have known me as your brother. Y’all were here the day I found her and before then. And even in her most broken moments, she’s never wanted anything from me. The gifts, the jewelry, all of it. I had to force her to even take it.” He explains. They started to shift slightly. “And the thousands? I make that shit in my sleep. Besides y/n has her own money. And anything I give her she matches that shit right back.” “What you talking about? She gets you stuff?” His brother asks, eyes widening. “Yes, but she doesn’t use the accounts we have. She has her own. You think I bought that Royce out there? No. That was her trump card for me buying her the damn Bentley for her birthday.” Ony explains. “And the jewelry?” He questions. “You do realize I come in here with a new watch everyday right?” “She bought you those?” He asks, leaning forward. “Every single one.” Ony expressed to them. Their faces turn solemn at the accusations they made.

“Listen, I know yall are looking to for me and I love y’all to death for it.” Ony starts. “But yall are wrong for this and yall know it. Y/n has been in my life since I was 6. Yall have watched us both grow together. Y’all know both of us better than that.” He says. “We know. We know.” His brother sighs. “Yeah, we are close. We are best friends. We went to school together. We literally live in the same damn apartment. But that’s where we stand.” Ony shrugs. “Okay, bro we get it. Like you said, we love you and we are just looking out for you.” He explains. “And her and I will always be best friends. Until we turn 45.” Ony says. “HUH?” They look to him confused. “Oh, we made a pact. If we are both still single by the time we are 45, we are eloping and traveling the world together.” Ony shrugs, laughter coating his words. “Ony, what the fuck?” His brother said as they laughed together

After their “family meeting” Ony quickly made his way back to your apartment. “Y/n? You here pretty girl?” He calls out as he unlocks the door. “Yo?” He calls again after not getting a response. He walks towards your room and hears the sound of running water. Your voice carries over the song you had blasting over the speakers. Ony smiles to himself and he steps back and turns to his own room. He tosses his things to the side and jumps in the shower himself, tossing on some grey sweats and walking out to the living room. You walk out of the back of the house in an oversized tee and some shorts. “Bruh is that my shirt?” He asks you. “Yes, and what about it?” You say, placing your hand on your hip and cocking your head to the side. “I literally buy you clothes and you stay in mine.” He shakes his head at you and walks over to the couch. You giggle to yourself. “So, was everything okay with your brothers?” You ask him sliding right next to him on the couch. “Yeah. Nothing to worry about.” He says.

Ony knew you like the back of his hand and he knew telling you would only make you stress. That was the last thing he wanted. “You sure onybun?” You look up at him. His deep brown eyes meeting yours. “I'm positive. I love you pretty girl.” He says softly. “Love you too Ony.” You smile. He pulls you close and turns the tv on. As you turn to watch tv, he finds himself pulling you closer, his thick arms wrapping around your body, keeping you snug to his. Yeah, bestfriends…

[bump1nthen1ght]

A Very Monstrous Kinktober: Day 28 (Body Worship)

Kinks: Body Worship

Pairing: Fem!Oni x Fem!Reader

Other Kinks: Bath Sex, Fingering

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1125 words

Kinktober Masterlist

“Hot damn.” Chinatsu whistles, arms slung over the side of the tub. “You look good, sweetie.”

You feign bashfulness, daintily untying your brand new robe extra slowly, just to be a tease.

“Thank you, dear. I really like it.” You hold out one of the sleeves, letting it fall just below your shoulder as you loosen the knot. “It's so soft too.”

“Its looks super comfy.” Chinatsu whispers, eyes rolling down your body. “But I meant the hot babe underneath it.” Chibatsu winks, gaze still locked on your now-bare shoulders, robe barely covering your breasts and stomach now.

You giggle again, dipping your toe into the water, letting the garment slip down your arms and to their side of the hot spring. Goosbumps pepper your arms as the cold air sinks across, the hot water beckoning like a siren call.

You’re barely sitting down when Chinatsu slides in right beside you, breasts pushing against your arm as she rolls her eyes up and down, admiring without any shame. This far into the relationship you’d think you’d have gotten used to her forwardness, but even now it stirs something within you, has your skin hot to the touch.

“Well, I think you’re the hottest, baby.”

Chinatsu hums, pretending to think about it deeply as she slides her arm over your shoulder, practically dragging you into her hold. You squeak, face almost nuzzled into the soft valley of her breasts.

“I dunno..” She taps her thumb against chin, cheeky yellow eyes boring right into your sole. With a smirk she tips your jaw up, breath hitching when you realize how close she’s gotten. With your noses touching, she whispers against your lips. “I think I have some substantial evidence to prove that you’re the hottest babe in the world.”

Before you can snark back, Chinatsu steals a small peck against your lips, quickly moving onto the crux of your jaw and neck, sucking a hickey into your skin.

It's almost embarrassing how quickly you become putty in her hands, grasping onto her shoulder as she grabs you by the hip, throwing your thigh over hers and grinding her cunt against your sex.

“Chi~” You whine, sweat already beading at your forehead. “We’re not supposed to screw in the tub. It's not-” Your voice cracks, her tongue licking a long stripe up your jugular, “-not sanitary.”

Chinatsu just hums against your skin, a wandering hand climbing down your stomach. You can feel her hot breath down your shoulders when she pulls away, her low voice like a massage.

“I can’t help it.” That wandering hand cups your sex, two deft fingers spreading apart your lips, teasingly ignoring your clit. You gasp. “When I see you, I lose control.” She laps another kiss against your pulse. “I see that sexy body and I just wanna shove my face in the pussy and make you scream my name.” She catches you by surprise and lays another kiss on your lips, lingering now to a full makeout. It's easy to fall right into her passion, yelping when she tugs at your bottom lip.

Words escape you, only whines and moans as she teases you open, Her thumb now circles your clit, gentle and slow as she coaxes it. Her forefinger circled your entrance, calloused fingers pads teasing what's to come. Your hands dig into her shoulder, pulling her impossible close, grinding your hips against her hands.

Chinatsu’s long nails scrape against the base of your scalp, resting her strong palm against the back of your neck as she downright defiles your mouth. Tongues tangling, drool pooling in your mouth. When Chinatsu pulls away you whine like a desperate whore, her canines glinting in her smirk.

“Don’t worry babe, I just wanna suck on these tits for a little while.”

Chinatsu hoists you onto her lap, fingers still teasing your pussy while your breasts come out of the water. Her grip has you arching your hack, presenting your nipples for her eager mouth.

Her claws yank on your hair, head pulled back in a moan when she wraps her lips around your left tit, nuzzling her cheek in your sternum.

“Aaah, Chi~” Your voice echoes across the dark forest. No man nor demon live anywhere close to your property, hardly daring to threaten Chinatsu’s territory. But even if there were the possibility of onlookers overhearing this debauchery, you don’t think you’d care. All you can focus on is her, her magic fingers and that filthy mouth.

“I love these tits.” She moans, still with a mouthful of your breast as she sucks hickies into the fat. “Wish I could shove my face in them whenever I want.” Her tongue circles around your areola, pebbling the skin. “Wish I could twist these nipple whenever I can.”

“Chi-hah!” You gasp, Chinatsu finally sinking her fingers into your sweet cunt. Your hips gyrate on them, feeling her scissoring them outward against your gummy walls. “You’re so….naughty.” The heat and the passion is getting to you, face flushes and head begging to spin. But Chinatsu remains as composed as eager, her damn fire-resistant skin letting her finger-fuck you sith ease and skill.

“Only for you, baby.”

Another thick digit slips into your entrance, a pleasant burn tinging your walls. Chinatsu offers no mercy, thrusting with quick motions, thumb circling faster around your clit. She continues to suck on your breasts, moving to the other like a starving woman. She tugs on it with teeth, a shock that causes your pussy to spasm.

“So cute.” She mumbles.

Your hands dance all up and down her muscular back, fondling and trying to find purchase on the hard planes.

“I wanna-” You suck in a deep breath, her thumb pressing down hard on your clit, “I wanna eat you out.”

That's enough to get Chinatsu away from your breasts, eyes shining. She gives you a devious flint.

“Soon, babe.” She grinds her palm against your clit, just teasing enough sensation. “But first, I want see my perfect girl cum.” She leans up to your face, blowing hot breath into your ear. “You always looke xtra cute, all fucked out and cumming on me.” Cinatsu leans down, biting your ear lobe and tugging

You wish to sass her back, come up with a witty comment, but are elft lacking as that knot in your stomach is pulled taut. You throw your face into your shoulder, voice weak as you cry out.

“Oh, Chinatsu!”

Your pussy spasms, juices squirting around her fingers. You can feel her smirking into your neck, rightfully confident.

Her fingers stop, but she keeps them resting inside you, letting you ride out the rest of your orgasm.

“Now, what is it you wanted to do, baby?”

[dzufjyu]

Why does everytime I type in black reader I get smut 🤦

Like I want ✨💝fluff💝✨ I want to be cuddled till i caint think anymore I want to be snuggled and kissed 🧍 and

I want angst 👏🏾

I want slowburn👀

I mean smut is fine I don't mind it but it's all I see when I type in black reader 😐

Just ranting about stupid things

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[The Ghostface | Danny “Jed Olsen” Johnson]

Bunny* | collection - d

A little bunny caught Ghostface’s attention, curiosity and eagerness has led him to play with you.

Run, Rabbit Run! Part 2 Part 3| mini-series - d,y

You were his only survivor; you were the reason he moved states so often; you were the reason he took up the knife; he wants you again.

Lil' Mouse* | d

Danny has a little obsession about the new survivor.

Still Alive* | d,y

You can't take it anymore, you had to run, flee from Ghostface.

Public sex* | d Riding* Giving Head* | r

[The Executioner | Pyramid Head]

Obsession | d,r Pairing: Yan!Micheal/Pyramid Head x surv!reader

You’re somehow the obsession of not one, but two different monsters.

Just sex* | f Overstimulation* | f,r Breeding* | f,d,r Headlock* | r Tongue* | r

[The Pig | Amanda Young]

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[The Skull Merchant | Adriana Imai]

Chiaroscuro | d,r

Your paintings seem to connect her to you. She’s thankful for this fate.

[The Oni | Kazan Yamaoka]

NSFW headcanon* | r,f

[The Trapper | Evan MacMilan]

NSFW headcanon* | r,f

[The Clown | Kenneth Chase alias Jeffrey Hawk]

NSFW Headcanon* | r,f,d

[The Shape | Micheal Myers]

Obsession | d,r Pairing: Yan!Micheal/Pyramid Head x surv!reader

You’re somehow the obsession of not one, but two different monsters.

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Mochizuki Yuzuki, 29. Junior High Teacher. Unmarried, no children. After the death of her coworker, Mochizuki "Moon-Moon" Yuzuki finds herself plagued by horrific visions. Feelings of guilt twist themselves into creatures with enormous maws and fangs. Monsters and shadows stalk, the dead speak, and darkness creeps ever closer. The lines between fantasy and reality blur as she becomes able to escape, even in sleep. Desperate, she solicits the help of a Tea Shop and its surly owner. It promises the banishment of her nightmares, at a cost. However, the creatures are very real and on the hunt. If Yuzuki doesn't act soon, it will cost lives. Including her own.

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