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rabbitblackx · 1 year

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Can i request some headcanons with Oni, Mastermind, Ghostface, Trickster reacting to their sweet and innocent reader getting accused by a random survivor for throwing a rock at them, even though the person was the one that did it, and not the reader. The person also tried to get them to chase the reader instead of him or her order to get away. But it immediately backfired due to them knowing better that their survivor reader would never do something like that to them?

I hope that you had a good Halloween rabbit! 💖

Yeah cool no problem! Hope u like it :) and I hope u had an awesome Halloween too!!💖

DBD Killers when an Innocent!Reader is framed for throwing a rock at them🤭🪨

Includes: Ghost Face, Oni, Trickster and Mastermind

Ghost Face

Feng Min pegged a rock at the Ghost Face, successfully decking him in the back of the head. The man sighed, turning around to see you and her by a generator. Feng immediately pointed at you, framing you for her assault. She then darted away and left you in her dust. You gaped at the betrayal of your fellow survivor. The Ghost Face met your eyes through black mesh

“Wha? It wasn’t me. I swear! She—she lied!”

The Ghost Face’s shoulders shook as he gave a raspy chuckle. Of course it wasn’t you. You were far too sweet, and he knew that. He knew that well

“C’mere, gorgeous.”

Your eyes grew wide as he waltzed over, hooking an arm around your waist. The Ghost Face yanked you into his chest, causing you to blindly grip onto leather with a yelp. He would go get your ‘friend’ later. But as of right now, he just wanted you in his arms. It had been awhile since the Ghost Face and you had crossed paths. Because of this, he made sure to treat each time like it was your last

“You know she was lying, right? I’d never throw a rock at you.” You pouted

The Ghost Face chuckled again, bringing a gloved hand up to remove his mask

“I know, baby.” He grinned

His lips pressed against yours firmly. His eyes were blissfully shut as he pulled you impossibly close

“Mmm, Danny.” You squeaked against him

The Ghost Face pulled away to stare at your innocent features. His dead heart felt an unfamiliar warmth as you smiled sweetly at him

He would then leave to you be, in search of Feng instead. She couldn’t believe her eyes when she found the Ghost Face chasing after her instead of you. Had her ‘genius’ plan not worked?

Oni

*THWACK*

You looked on in horror after Yui threw a rock at your poor Oni’s masked face. He had quite the thick covering in that area but you could tell it still hurt him. He wasn’t looking at you two when it happened. He was distracted with Adam, slicing into the man’s back with his katana. That was when Yui struck. While she did it to help Adam, that didn’t apply to you. When the Oni whipped around to glare at her, he sneered behind his mask when she pointed at you

“They did it.” Yui deadpanned

Yui took off, with Adam limping after her. You couldn’t believe the betrayal. You thought that the Oni would get mad, and maybe even harm you. But he honestly seemed more mad at Yui than yourself

“It wasn’t me! She was lying. I would never!”

The Oni trudged over to your cowering form. You flinched when a massive hand came up over your head. Your tense muscles relaxed as it set on top of your hair with an overwhelming amount of gentleness

“I know.” He cooed in Japanese

The Oni pet your hair. You were very surprised he hadn’t gone crazy with fury yet

“Sorry she was a meanie, Kazan.” You frowned

He hummed in reply, a deep rumbling noise that brewed within his broad chest.

Kazan absolutely adored you. Which was why he had to love and leave you, furiously going after Yui. How dared she blame you for something she did? And to think she’d get away with it?

The Oni gave your cheek one last caress before hunting down that girl. Like you, this was going to be sweet. The sounds of Yui’s screams were going to sound all the more satisfying because they were just for you

Trickster

The Trickster cursed in Korean when a small rock bounced off the back of his head. He whirled around to spot you and Claudette in the tall grass. Claudette immediately pointed at you, silently telling him you did it. But alas, she was only framing you for her own crime

The Trickster laughed at her meanly, knowing better. As if his perfect songbird would hurt him like that. He yoinked a colourful blade from his yellow coat, skilfully throwing it Claudette’s way. It struck her shoulder, and you leapt back in surprise. You and the girl stared at the Trickster in disbelief

“I said they did it!” Claudette gasped in pain

The Trickster still didn’t listen, only pinning her down with more and more of his blades. He only stopped when you said so.

That made him sigh, begrudgingly letting Claudette limp away, only to catch up with her later. His glowing gaze set on you now, taking in your cute face

“I promise it wasn’t me.” You blurted out

The Trickster smirked, playfully rolling his eyes. “I know, babe. It’s okay.” He moved towards you

You threw your arms around his neck and nuzzled into it with a giggle. He hugged you tight, his nose buried in your hair. You glanced up and gently traced your fingers over his temple

“Are you okay? She didn’t hurt you too bad, did she?” You asked

The Trickster pressed a tender kiss to your flushed cheek

“Don’t worry about me, babe.”

He soon trotted off, in searches of Claudette again. He left you all smitten and flustered, making sure you wouldn’t try to intervene. You were just so kind like that. Though she threw you under the bus, the Trickster knew that you would still and try save her

He couldn’t help but admire that

Mastermind

“Are you trying to make me angry?”

Albert Wesker chased after Dwight after he had pegged a rock at him when he wasn’t looking. Though in a fit of panic, Dwight shoved you in the way

“It wasn’t me. It was them!”

The Mastermind nearly bouldered you over as you were thrown in his road. He halted to a stop, just skidded in front of you. Your face was covered by your hands as you cowered before him. Albert sighed, and placed a gloved hand on your shoulder. Your head whipped up to meet his catlike eyes

“It’s alright, darling.”

Tears pricked your eyes, saddened that Dwight and abandoned you. But at the same time, you knew he was just scared

“Albee, it wasn’t me. I promise it wasn’t.” You whimpered

The Mastermind immediately snaked his arms around you. You sniffled into his chest and held on tight

“I know, sweetheart. I didn’t think it was you for a second. It doesn’t matter, my dear. I’m fine.”

He petted your head that was nestled against him. You hadn’t seem Wesker in awhile, and missed his touch. Though he didn’t want to admit it, he felt the same way

This was fine. Once the Mastermind was done with you, then he would hunt down Dwight. Uh-huh, sure… just a little longer holding you then he’d get straight to work…

Albert couldn’t let you go. Your warmth and sweet words of praise made his stomach flutter. He had never met someone quite like you

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l0sercat · 1 year

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Hello hi! Thanks again for doing my request and thanks for clearing a lot of things up for me! I actually feel a lot less nervous now so thank you!

Speaking of requests i was wondering if you could do a request for some killers(literally anyone- yes i do have favorites but i like them all), more specifically the really tall killers, with a survivor and/or s/o (hell it can even just be platonic friendship!) that takes a look at tall people and just sees them as a "threat" so to "assert dominance" they just start climbing the killer(s).

Nothing can stop them once they've got their eye on a climbing target and i mean nothing. I like to imagine that once they reach the "top" of the killer they just decided to perch on the killers shoulder.

Tbh this could be either platonic or romantic i just like the idea of climbing the really tall killers for fun and riding on their shoulders. As you can probably tell i like to climb tall people. Im not short, most of my friends are just taller than me so i just start climbing them sometimes.

Hopefully this isn't confusing or already done and i really like your writing/formatting, it's really pleasing to read. Thank you again! Have a good day!

Omg ty for the compliment! I'm so glad you like my format. I actually was a bit insecure about it lol.

Killers react to survivor climbing them

Michael Myers

He felt something on him so he slowly moved his head down an saw you on his leg

He stared at you with a hard gaze

You slowly climb up his tall frame and he grabbed the back of your clothing and tried to pry you off

But you clung onto him with an liton grip

He pulled harder and you came off with a grumpy look in your face

He tilted his head and you spring yourself back onto him and rested on his shoulders

He processed what happened and continues to not care unless you disturb what he does

Pyramid head

He sensed your presence and saw you stalk towards him

He made a grunting sound when you wrapped around his leg

He froze and planted his knife into the ground and watched your movements

When you got to his shoulders and landed on them and held onto hi helmet he relaxed a little

He was confused but continued on with his duties

But when it came time to punish the damned he picked you up by the scruff and set you down somewhere safe so you wouldn't get hurt

Oni

He felt his leg get heavier and he sighed

You pulled this bullshit before but failed because he flung you by accident

He shook his head at your stupidity

He let you but he didn't know why you would do such a thing

When you got into his shoulders and cheered he gave a little grin

He would let this pass for now

He walked around his house and outside for a while before he made you get off

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bxnnywrites · 8 months

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🖤 Killers Reacting to Nervous!Reader Holding Their Hand (Pt. 2) 🖤

AN :: Since my last one was well received, I decided to do another one as a quickie! I'm also testing out a new layout so lmk what you think!! Hope you guys enjoy <3

Characters :: Kazan Yamaoka (The Oni), Eva MacMillan (The Trapper), Frank Morrison (The Legion), Susie Lavoie (The Legion), Bubba Sawyer (The Cannibal), Ellen Ripley (Bonus!) Pt 1 Here [link]

༉ Kazan Yamaoka :: The Oni

[PT: Kazan Yamaoka: The Oni]

✴ He's surprised by it at first, your small hand in his giant one.

✴ It puts into perspective just how tiny you are compared to him, though these days it's rare for anyone to be bigger than he is.

✴ You're so small, so frail. It gives him a surge of protectiveness, the need to keep you safe.

✴ He leans over and brings the back of your hand to his lips, kissing it softly, gentlemanly.

✴ Fucking hell that makes you blush even more.

✴ He chuckles a bit, ruffling your hair with one hand. A small act of affection to let you know you're safe.

✴ He will keep you safe, no matter what.

༉ Evan MacMillan :: The Trapper

[PT: Evan Macmillan: The Trapper]

✴ Honestly? He's a bit nervous too.

✴ He won't admit that though, won't even show it. Him? Nervous over someone holding his hand? Nah, he would never.

✴ He squeezes your hand in return, pulling you just a bit closer, but doesn't have much immediate reaction to it.

✴ Absolute sap about it in private though, can't stop thinking about it. It was so simple but it reminded him that you loved him, only him.

✴ The next time you're together he takes the initiative and holds your hand first. Keeping you close to him to really let everyone know who you belong to.

✴ Fuckin dork.

༉ Frank Morrison :: The Legion

[PT: Frank Morrison: The Legion]

✴ Aw, lookit you! You're so nervous from just some hand holding.

✴ "You're damn cute when you blush like that, babe."

✴ You pout in return and he chuckles, pulling you a bit closer and kissing your forehead.

✴ "You're just provin' the point, y'know?"

✴ More pouting and he's grinning ear to ear, bastard that he is.

✴ But you suppose that's why you love him in the first place, cocky son of a bitch.

✴ Anyways, similar to Michael, his hand now. It shall be returned within 3-5 business days. Dw about it.

༉ Susie Lavoie :: The Legion

[PT: Susie Lavoie: The Legion]

✴ asdfghjkl;'

✴ Oh my god hand? Hand Holding???? You are Holding her Hand?????

✴ Screaming internally

✴ You're blushing so much oh fuck you're so cute you're so pretty

✴ What does she do oh shit fuck uuuuuuh

✴ Holds your hand tighter, trying not to implode from her own nervous wreck of emotions.

✴ Eventually, and very quickly, she kisses your cheek.

✴ Trying not to die from her own blushing and embarrassment.

✴ You give her hand an affirming squeeze, smiling at her, and she relaxes.

✴ God how did she get so lucky?

༉ Bubba :: The Cannibal

[PT: Bubba: The Cannibal]

✴ You...you're holding his hand?

✴ You're so gentle, your hands are so small, so soft.

✴ He could crush your hands if he wasn't careful, a similar worry to Michael's.

✴ But you were holding his hand!!! Your dainty little hand was in his!!!!

✴ It was a sign you loved him, really loved him!

✴ He starts giggling, he can't help himself. He doesn't even notice how nervous you are, consumed with his own delight.

✴ Pulls you into a really, really tight hug. One of the ones where you have to remind him to be gentle.

✴ He makes an apologetic noise and nuzzles his face into your hair, picking you up bridal style to hold you close.

✴ He's so happy you love him, he loves you just as much. He's so darn lucky to have you.

༉ BONUS :: Ellen Ripley

[PT: Bonus: Ellen Ripley]

AN 2: wifewifewifewifewifewifewife

✴ Damn that's sweet.

✴ Sweet like the feeling of fresh coffee in her veins, like hearing her cat purr against her chest.

✴ And you're so damn cute all nervous like this, it makes her heart sing.

✴ God she's so glad to be trapped in this hellhole with you.

✴ She kisses the back of your hand and runs her thumb over it gently, giving you this look that lets you know you mean the world to her.

✴ And you look at her the same way.

✴ Wordless but full of meaning in such a simple touch. Affection that goes beyond what words could describe.

✴ The other survivors are gagging from how sweet you two are.

Final Notes :: I'm a big butch lesbian so I added my Wife as a bonus because this was a bit of a sausage fest (besides Susie, perfect lil angel baby). It was weird writing romance for Susie tbh bc when I look at her I'm just like "Ah yes, my child." because whenever I play as her I get weirdly protective and if she gets palette stunned it becomes like, a personal offense. That's my fuckign niece dude!!!!! But I know some peeps would love to be romantic with her so I am here to provide. As is the authors duty. If you make it weird I'm shanking you behind a Wendy's.

Anyways, hope you enjoyed! Don't forget to rb and follow if you enjoyed!! <3

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rzyraffek · 1 year

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Hello ★ ! This may sound...odd, but can you do : the slashers with a shrine maiden/miko s/o? I've signed up for the job recently ands its quite fun. Pls use they/them pronouns? Also ty :D

I had to google what that means!! But as far as I understand it's a person who takes care of shrines?? I really hope Google didn't prank me today! (At end on fic I posted screenshot of wiki explaining what shrine maid it!

They/them, sfw, Request open

Slashers with shrine maid s/o

Billy Lenz

Will be angy like little baby that s/o has job and cant spend 24/7 giving him attention

If s/o has to wear any traditional Japanese outfits my guy is going to staare. Like he probably never seen Japanese person, let alone in those pretty outfits!!

He has no clue about traditions and culture so please teach him

Guy from hush

"So what? We are moving to Japan now?"

My guy will be so sceptical but he will support them and let them do whatever they want! Its their life anyways

Will be qurious about how s/o job looks like, also will probably visit them mid day, like just drive next to shrine ans be like "sup baby i bought you kfc!"

Micheal Myers

His reaction to this information: 👁👁🧍👍

Guy doesn't care, didnt ask, as far as s/o is alive, happy-ish, and he can get to kill some random people once per week he is fine

Also he finds those traditional outfits very pretty!

Also s/o don't be surprised if you see tall looming figure like 30meters away from shrine just staring at you🥰 its forrrr hm protection?

Ghostface

"Ooh Japan?? Hmm might be fun"

Will take photos of them working

Makes sure none is rude to them while they are working🥰 live laugh love blackmail🥰

Will get kinda lonley when s/o is at work so he gonna call/text them ALOT. He knows s/o can't really answer but he doenst care

Oni (from dbd)

Hmm hopefully the shrine is for him😈😈

He gonna be jealous!! My love please go and take care of his template and shrine!! Not some randoms ☹

Also epic outfit but his maids get way better ones (if he would have maids haha)

Asa Emory

Hmm new place new kinds of bugs to collect

He gonna support his queen

I mean lets be honest s/o doenst need this job hes 100% capable of providing for both of them, but its sweet that s/o wants to get some money too

Wont bother them at work, wont text/call, but he gonna drive them home after long day of working and lisen to all cool stuff they did/saw at work

"Glad you happy about new job sunshine"

Sorry for long wait but I didn't even knew if I should write this! Dont take it wrong way I just had no clue what shrine maid was and was worried that I might say something harmful or rude😞👽

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sugarbooger513 · 2 months

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My Little Muse...

I'm resurrecting my blog god damn it. I've been obsessing over DBD (especially the killers). I decided to start with one of my favorite people's favorite killers as a comfort... But be ready for smut >:)

Word Count: 1.4k

Content warning: Jake is a dick, no it is not canon 100 percent, mentions of death, murder, blood, it's based off of a horror game.

Reminder that I do have a taglist. If you'd like to be added it is on my pinned post, and I will provide the link here

The generator sparks a few times, showing promise. You can hear Dwight let out a sigh of relief.

“How many are left? Two?”

Before you can answer, Jake does. “Something like that. I think Meg is still-”

All at once, your fingers slip on the wire and the generator gives that loud bang that alerts everyone in the swamp.

Jake instantly turns to you, yelling loudly. “What the fuck, Y/N?!”

“I-I didn’t-”

“You just lead that damn killer this way! Are you stupid?! You better fucking take chase so the rest of us can get out!”

“Hey!” Dwight is quick to growl at Jake and his explosive attitude. “Calm down, we all mess up the generators from time to time.. Oh shit, quiet!”

Your body shakes as you crouch, slowly walking with Dwight. It doesn’t take long for you to see the killer of today’s trial. The Oni, Kazan Yamaoka, stands with his back to you. Behind his broad shoulders, his long, white hair blows behind him. In a way, a very terrifying way, it’s beautiful.

“Y/N, stay quiet..” Dwight reaches towards you, gently grabbing your hand to comfort you. “Get to another generator, I’ll take chase.”

“What?!” You hiss at him. “Dwight, you’re a smart man, don’t do something so stupid! Oni is ruthless!”

“You’re better at the generators, and I’ve been in these trials since the start.. Let me deal with him.” He smiles kindly at you, as he always does. Even at the campfire, he’s the first survivor to smile at you like that. “Go. I’ll see you when this is over, okay?”

He doesn’t give you time to argue, and he instead gets up from where he’s crouched. He flashes his flashlight at Oni, catching the killer’s attention. Dwight’s eyes widen and he takes off in a sprint.

You swear the ground even shakes with fear as Oni runs by your hiding spot. When the heartbeat in your ears calms down, you stand up and start to walk towards the next generator.

It takes everything in you to ignore the blood curdling scream that you hear.

You hit your knees as soon as you get to the generator. Luckily for you, this had already been worked on. Ignoring the splash of blood across the metal, you rip open the flap that holds the wires.

Your hands tremble as you grab two wires. No no.. don’t listen don’t listen.. I can’t let Jake’s dumbass get in my head.. All four of us will get out.. We will we.. we..

Tears form in your eyes as the generator starts to roar to life. Somewhere in the distance, another scream is heard, along with the all too familiar rumble of the entity claiming someone else.

The generator turns on, flashing a bright light as the alarm goes off, signaling that the exit gate can be opened. However, you just sink to the ground. Finally, the tears you were holding back start to drip down your face. One turns into two, which turns into waterfalls cascading down your cheeks.

You don’t even bother to move when your heart starts to pound.

You can hear heavy breathing directly behind you, even hear the soft dripping of blood as it falls from him and onto the grass below.

Despite your trembling, you turn your head up and meet his glowing red eyes from behind his mask. The burgundy mask only serves to make his eyes that much more intimidating.

However, all he does is stand in front of you, staring. He doesn’t even lift his sword.

What is he doing?

There’s no point in running, no point in fighting. He will catch you, and there’s no doubt that he will win. You do the only logical thing you can do in this situation. More tears stream down and you find yourself bowing, hoping that he’ll hook you quickly and get it over with.

However, it never comes. The Oni lifts his blade and places it back in his sheathe.

“..Sit up.” His voice is ragged, tired even. You quickly follow his instructions, sitting up and staring at him with wide eyes.

His large hand comes down, gently wiping a tear from your face. “I did not cause this.. Who?”

“..You can talk?”

If you didn’t think you were crazy before, you certainly are now because you swear he chuckles at your stupid question. “Of course.. But most of the time I am.. Working. Now, why the tears?”

“I.. It’s stupid. Why aren’t you putting me on a hook?”

“Would you like me to do that? I’m sure it hurts.”

“No! No I.. you just.. Are you showing mercy?”

“You ask a lot of questions to a killer..”

“..right.. One of the other survivors got mad at me for screwing up a generator. I did it one time! I’ve covered his ass in so many trials and it just.. Well it isn’t a good time for me either..”

He clears his throat a bit and hums. “Yes I could uh.. Smell that.”

Your face instantly goes hot in embarrassment. “E-excuse me?! You could smell it?!”

“..My entire thing is going into a blood fury.. Do you assume I can’t smell a woman’s menstrual cycle?”

Somehow, your face goes even hotter. “..Okay you might have a point..”

“Besides, I used to be considered human. I’ve been around women, and there are little things you do to hint when you’re on your cycle. The random crying doesn’t help your case.”

“It wasn’t random! Jake was being an ass and I’m tired of it! ..I’m just.. Tired.”

“..I understand. The entity is ruthless, but at least dying in a trial doesn’t mean staying dead. You’ll see your friends at your campfire.”

“I guess so.. So,” you stand up now, sighing, “I guess time is up? Go ahead and hook me.. I can’t outrun you anyways.”

He sighs, now bending down a bit to pick you up bridal style. You gasp, but don’t fight. In fact, you find yourself leaning into his broad chest. The warmth that radiates from his body soothes your aches and pains, and brings comfort to your exhausted mind.

“..Don’t get too comfortable. We’re almost to the hatch.”

“Hatch?! You’re.. Why are you letting me leave?”

He hums, not looking at you as he walks. “Your day has been enough hell. A hook on you won’t make me feel good anyways.”

“Do.. do all of the killers have that same mindset?”

“Not at all, but most of us certainly have our favorites out of you survivors. Now, whether that means they get mercy or even more brutality is dependent on the killer.”

“..Does this mean I’m your favorite, Oni?”

He snorts a bit. “I certainly enjoyed slicing your friends.. Especially the one who made you cry. He died by my hand this trial.”

Your eyes widen. “So.. you knew?”

“I had my eye on you the entire time, little prey. You just didn’t know it.”

“B-but.. How?”

“I chased you in the start and let you stun me with that pallet. After that, you were oblivious to my terror radius for some time. It gave me plenty of time to chase down that other girl and then find you.”

You sink back into his hold, pondering his words. “That’s.. Incredible.. And terrifying.”

“Good. It should be. Now,” he gently sets you on your feet, motioning to the open hatch, “get out of here. Go make sure your friends are back to the campfire.”

“..Thank you, Oni.” You smile at him, feeling a bit lighter than you have all day.

“..Please, call me Kazan.. When it’s just us, of course.”

You nod. “Okay, Kazan. Thank you.” You finally sit down, ready to push yourself into the hatch when he speaks again.

“Oh, little prey, one last thing.” When you look up, you’re shocked to see him removing his mask. HIs eyes glow that crimson color still, but it seems a touch more dull against his skin color. He grins, revealing his sharp canines and almost scarily perfect smile.

“Do keep this a secret.. I’d hate for my favorite prey to become someone else’s muse..”

Taglist: @katgalle, @kentosovertime, @roughwithfluff, @xxblissfullxx, @unordinaryolivia

#dbd #dbd killer #dbd oni #dead by daylight #dbd x reader #oni x reader #dbd comfort #dead by daylight comfort #dbd fanfic #dbd smut #oni smut #oni dbd #oni comfort #dbd killer x reader

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bump1nthen1ght · 6 months

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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?”

#my writing #reader insert #monster x reader #monster romance #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #female reader insert #oni #oni x reader

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tainted-in-a-sense · 1 year

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Please no

Asking them not to cum inside

Tags: NSFW, +18, creampies, Daddy mentions, petnames, some could be interpreted pre entity

The Trapper - Evan

Your make out sessions with Evan always go a little farther than planned but this time him tearing your panties off and pinning you on the bed had you blurting out for him to 'at least not cum inside!'. His eyes were hazy as he leaned in and suffocated your pleading with a deep kiss. His tongue easily overpowered yours and ate up every whimper as you felt the fat head of his cock bullying its way through your tight entrance.

"Relax for me sweetheart, I've got so much to give you."

You thought he let up on kissing in order to speak but really it was only to give you enough air for moaning out his name as he sank more of his throbbing inches into you. He found a pace of fast short pumps made your impossibly tight grip even slicker. Your weak pleas of him not to cum only made things worse for you, he felt like doing the exact opposite.

His hips pound into you even faster and you can tell he's close from how tightly he's gripping your wrists. Your attempts to writhe out of his grip only set him off even more, he wants to cream your sweet hole so bad. There's no way you can fight against it and your soft body pressing against his muscles as you try to wiggle away aren't doing you any favors. You feel an orgasm building quick and you can't stop your hips from desperately trying to meet his. Breathlessly mouthing ' Evan please' you can't stop yourself from cumming as his rough strokes began to stutter. Evan groans above you, jerking somewhat as he pulls out quickly and shoots hot spurts of cum onto your belly. He'd never go against your wishes no matter how much it kills him but you're going to be covered in massive amounts of his seed as a result.

The Wraith - Philip

Yes he heard you say it, no he hasn't pulled out even though you're so close. When he begged you to let him go without a condom you agreed only after he agreed to pulling out. Philip's big and thick cock shoots an electric buzz through your body every time he bottoms out and he knows it. He knows your favorite strokes that scramble your mind and put you in a daze, especially if you start moaning about how its too much or if you want him to stop.

"You love this dick, don't you beautiful? Can't stop now, right? Not when you're sucking me in like there's no tomorrow."

Philip is an expert at teasing and stimulating all your most pleasurable spots at the same time. His mouth is devouring your neck leaving hot kisses and bites marks, one hand pinching and tweaking your hard nipples while the other holds your leg up so he can grind his cock deep into the spot that has your back arching. You can't concentrate on anything except the pleasure coursing throughout your whole body and when you cum your legs slip and lock around his waist holding him in place. You feel his weak attempt at pulling away your leg fail as he doubles over instead, with how thick he is you can't help but feel him pulsing against your walls, each thick spurt of cum being milked out as he fills you up. When he's back in his right mind he's stuttering and apologizing profusely, he promises to take full responsibility for what he's done.

The Deathslinger- Caleb

Convinced you to do a little bit cock warming with him since you said you didn't want him 'fuckin' and cummin' inside ya', his words not yours. Loves when his baby girl sits pretty on his lap all jittery and flustered because Daddy's big dick is so filling. Fondles your breast and toys with your bud until you're staining his pants with how wet you are.

"You're makin' a mess sweetheart." He'll grunt while bitting into your neck to focus on something other than how much pre you have him dripping.

The more he teases you the tighter you become, constricting around his throbbing inches almost painfully. The action illicit nonstop filthy curses and teasing in your ear

"Are ya really gonna cum from just sittin' there doll?"

You can't help but wiggle your hips at Caleb's words knowing he's close too. He's trying his hardest to hold back at your request but you feel so good. He has the decency to tell you when his going go cum and its up to you if you want to hop off or not. No matter what you choose he'll cum hard while moaning your name with a few curses.

The Oni -Kazan

Kazan loves the feeling of your beautiful soft skin against his, you leaning back against his chest and heating up at his ministration has his blood quickly pumping to the most immoral of places.

He derives pure pleasure from the indecent faces you make as his hands slowly snake their way through your loose clothing. Not an inch of you is left untouched and he won't stop until his hands are completely coated in your arousal. You're so sensitive towards his every touch, if he were a lesser man he may have gone mad at being so patient.

Only when your whispers of his name are barely coherent does he know you're more than ready for his cock. There's no need for him to do anything other than line himself up; you'd been stroking him in kind the entire time, mewling and panting for him like an animal in heat. He only stalls slightly when his bulbous flushed head graze against your quivering entrance and you weakly pleaded for him not to finish inside. Spears you on his cock immediately and with your wanton moans drowning out his growls he starts a slow rhythm of deep strokes.

"You are mine Y/n. Every bit of you will take all of me."

Valiant effort but Kazan refuses not to experience the ecstasy of cumming with the one he loves.

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diejager · 1 year

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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.

[The Pig | Amanda Young]

buff reader | f,r

[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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thinkingotherwise · 1 year

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Takuya x Inazuma! Confident! reader

Well... I didn't finish this on Valentine's but it's here before White Day.

It's more of a Confident-in-their-feelings! kinda thing.

It's a bit different then previous things I wrote, as the dialog is only at the end, but I hope you like it either way.

Little unrevealing of Itto Story Quest - I mean Takuya is here

You were not part of the Arataki Gang, well not officially. You were always there whenever they needed help that is. It started when you somehow befriended Kuki Shinobu and then came the rest of the Gang and now whenever Shinobu is not available to help the Gang get out of trouble they seek your help.

Surprisingly, you weren't scared of the Oni leader, opposite actually. You found him rather childish and irresponsible but he never failed to bring a smile to your face.

That's why when your extravagant friends first introduced you to Takuya he was surprised that you cared so much for the Arataki Gang and for the Red Oni. That another human beside the gang members and Traveler could be even a little compassionate when it comes to oni.

And well, after a few more meetings and experiencing your acts of service and protectiveness on a more personal level he ended up falling. Hard.

It was difficult for him to admit it, but he really felt like you were his other half, the better half. And he would be lying if he said he didn't become protective of you in a certain way.

After all the trouble he caused and the punishment he served for it, he felt a little better knowing there could be- there was and still is someone who could help him.

His little changes in character and behaviour when it came to you were quickly discovered by you yourself of course and so a little fast forward you started dating.

You, as always, were confident in yourself and your feelings. On the other hand, the blue oni felt like despite his feelings and the bond you two had, he wasn't enough for you, but he wanted to. He so wanted too.

He felt himself struggling to admit out loud the feelings he harboured but he learned from you that he could show it also by taking care of you, by being protective and by being by your side whenever you needed help.

It would be another calm day for him, if not the conversation he overheard while in Ritou. Apparently a couple broke up because one wasn't clear enough with their feelings making the other seem as if they weren't happy and didn't even try to keep the relationship going.

This caused the blue oni to worry even more. Would you also break up with him because he can't say the words back to you? Maybe you're tired of not hearing it, or maybe you are not even aware of the fact that he truly adores you and you're just with him because you're jo- No. This thought didn't even finish inside his head, you wouldn't do something like that to him. He knew you well enough to know that.

His troubled expression was soon noticed by his red oni friend and well once he set his mind to it Itto wouldn't leave anyone alone before getting what he wants.

Takuya then reluctantly told him about his worries and the red oni's mind was on one thing that could help in this situation. Ms Hina.

The advice column she has in the Publishing House. Immediately he proposed for Takuya to write about his problem to Ms Hina because she surely could help him solve it.

So they both write to Ms Hina about how Takuya has trouble telling you that he loves you and he is really nervous and worries that you may get finally sick of it and break up with him. They waited patiently for the response and you noticed that Takuya was more fidgety around you and certainly more stressed as of late. But whenever you tried to talk with him about it he always said it was nothing.

Finally the day came that Ms Hina replied that there may be other ways to say the phrase and other words to mean the same thing and if his partner loves him they surely won't mind other ways of showing that he cares.

At the same time you didn't have much to do that day and while walking past the Publishing House you decided to read through the column of Ms Hina and surprisingly you recognized one of the stories. It was odly familiar to that of yours and Takuya's and the way of writing also pointed at Takuya being the author of this question.

And so even more curiously you started reading about it.

Takuya, after acknowledging the advice from Miss Hina, asked around with the Gang's help what is the best way to tell someone 'I love you' and he finally found in some poetry book the phrase that was used with young couples nowadays and so he decided that it would be his phrase to show how much he was actually enamored with you. Hoping that you'd get what he meant and if not he decided to make you read the book and that way you'd now for sure. He also hoped that these words would actually be easier to say then the actual meaning of them.

When you and Takuya meet the next time he invited you for stargazing and he nervously tried to tell you but you decided to tease him a little, because how could he even think that you'd want to break up with him because of that. It didn't really mattered to you, not everyone was so upfront and confident in their feelings like you and you understand it.

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?"

He told you suddenly and you smirked to yourself before tilting your head and replying,

"You could say that, although if the skies were a little bit clearer it would be more visible."

You teased him and when you turn to him to saw the confused face he had and the grip he now held on the book he brought with him.

"I- I mean- it was..."

You smiled slowly and pushed yourself closer to him taking his hand in yours and entwining your fingers together.

"Hahaha, sorry. I understood, don't worry. I also think the moon is beautiful."

His gaze finally stopped at your eyes and seeing them sparkling with the night lights he sighed in relief tightening the hold on your hand.

You chuckled lightly before placing youself in front of his view and holding both of his hands.

"You don't need to worry about it. I can wait as long as needed to hear you say the words, for now I'm just happy with you showing me that you love me and that you care about me."

You told him, slowly. Hoping he'll be as confident in you not letting yourself slip out of his finger as you know he won't from yours.

"But I thought you'd be angry that I can't say it."

He muttered lowly, his head falling down but you stopped him with your hands which now were placed onto his cheeks making him look at you and only you.

"I won't ever be angry at you for something like that. For now let me be the one to say it for the both of us. I love you. I really do."

You sealed the words with a meaningful kiss on his lips and you could feel his hands twitching to hold you closer to him. And when they fell upon your figure a booming voice yelled from the nearby bushes.

"See I told you the One and Oni Arataki Itto's got you covered!" The Red Oni enthusiastically run up to the two of you.

"Itto, what the hell are you doing here?" Takuya questioned slightly angry at being interrupted in his time with you.

"Just making sure everything goes according to our plan, my oni, my bro, my dude."

"Leave." The blue oni said firmly, glaring at his friend. His hands left your waist so he could turn towards Itto fully.

"But I-" The red oni tried to talk back but you intejected quickly.

"We'll talk later Itto, thanks for help though. You can go share with the Gang how great of a wing-oni you are." You cut in before they could start arguing and sent the Red Oni away.

"What- but-" Takuya turned to you perplexed but seeing your smile sent towards him he shut up.

"Yeah! Will do (Y/n)!" Itto called loudly and run away to look for the rest of his Gang.

"See, now he's gone and we can spend some more time alone." You said joyfully sending a big smile towards Takuya who sighed loudly at the other oni's antics.

Nevertheless he quickly forgot about the loud leader and hugged you hesitantly. And as you started playing with his hair he couldnt help but bath in the warm of your body.

-—-—-—-—-—-

It took me three tries but I did beat Cyno in TCG after Windblume 💪

#everyone deserves attention #genshin impact x reader #genshin npc x reader #genshin x reader #takuya x reader #oni x reader #blue oni #takuya #arataki gang

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fandom-go-round · 2 years

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Could I do an nsfw request? Trapper, Blight and Oni giving the male reader a prostate orgasm

Warnings: Sex, Sexual Situations, Anal Sex, Prostate Orgasms, Implied Canon Violence, Rough Sex, Begging, Oversensitivity,

The Trapper:

Evan is taking his time and it’s driving you crazy. He has both of your hands pinned in one of his and is slowly grinding his hips into yours, as deep as he can be. He’s dragging his tip against your prostate over and over and it’s maddening. He only pulls out a little before pushing back in, keeping the same steady pace.

“P-please!” Your begging hasn’t worked yet and you don’t think it’ll work now but you can’t just do nothing. You feel like you’re on fire and that you’re going to burn up if you don’t cum. Evan just chuckles at your begging, smirking behind his mask and moving his hips again.

You’re so hard against your stomach but he won’t touch you, determined to have you cum form just his cock. You try to beg for anything but no words come out of your mouth, just whines and moans. Finally, finally¸ he sets a brutal pace, not pulling all the way out but slamming into your hard and fast. It’s enough to push you over the edge, groaning as you cum and jerk from every thrust afterwards. You’re so sensitive that the thrusting almost hurts but it feels so so good.

Evan pulls out and cums against your thighs, groaning and grunting above you. He doesn’t say anything, giving himself a few more strokes before offering you his fingers. You smile and suck them clean, flushing at the way he groans out ‘good boy’.

The Blight:

His fingers curl just right and you moan, throwing you head back into the grass. Talbot laughs, the sound distorted behind his mask and pushes his fingers deeper, not stopping even as you begin to get louder. He had been teasing you all trial and now that he’s caught you, he’s not going to let you go.

You reach down to stroke yourself, trying to ignore the feeling of him brushing over your prostate over and over. He quickly grabs your wrist, pulling your hand away and pushing firmly inside you. You go limp, thighs twitching and mouth opening in louder moans.

“T-too much.” Your voice is hoarse and he just laughs again, releasing your wrist to stroke his own cock.

“Oh? You were admiring your hand earlier.” His voice is nothing but teasing and you groan, pushing your hips lower and fucking yourself onto his fingers. Talbot give his own groan, watching you swallow his fingers and speeding up.

You cum a few strokes later, fingers digging into the dirt and grass around you. Your hips jerk and cum lands on your stomach, leaving you spent and panting. Talbot groans next to you, his own hand moving faster. You watch him finish himself off, smiling as he spills into his palm. This is the first time you had cum untouched and you’re sure he’s going to be looking for a repeat performance.

The Oni:

Kazan doesn’t stop once he’s inside you, not even if you asked him to. Not that you would, this is exactly where you want to be. He has a strong grip on the back of your neck, tilting your face up enough that he can sink his teeth into your neck. His cock slams inside completely with every thrust of his hips, hitting your prostate with every motion.

You’re pinned underneath him, raised up and loving every second of it. It’s not often that the two of you get time to yourselves and apparently, he was missing you. The Oni doesn’t stop you from reaching down to stroke yourself, moaning loudly as he rolls his hips against you.

You’re not going to last long but that doesn’t matter, Kazan not stopping even as you wail into the sky. He keeps slamming into you hard enough to bruise and that’s the thought that has you cumming, both hands buried in the ground to keep you upright. You keep your eyes closed as you ride your orgasm out, Kazan not stopping or slowing down. He cums a few thrusts later, buried deep inside you and you fall boneless to the ground. He’ll want to go again in a few minutes so you’ll take a breather before then.

#dbd imagines #trapper x reader #blight x reader #oni x reader #trapper imagine #trapper #dbd trapper #blight #dbd blight #talbot grimes #talbot grimes x reader #oni #dbd oni #kazan yamaoka #kazan yamaoka x reader

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toci-dbd · 2 years

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Defending the helpless - Kazan Yamoka(Oni) x Reader

Warnings: just a lil gore + blood

Characters included: Kazan Yamaoka + Y/N

A/N: This is completely inspired by my interaction yesterday with Oni, there's a previous post just summarising what had happened, I am in love

THIS is my FIRST X READER for literal YEARS.. this is not pristine and is definately ropey and bumpy along the way, i'm not at all a writer so u can't expect good shit from me KJAHKJHE i tried i just wanted a lil fun:)

Below the cut: You intend to take a hit for a teammate at risk, but things don't really go.... as planned. Reader stays GN

You peered out of the doorway, met with the faint sound of the demonic rhythm that hinted toward his approach, your ears heard this ballad before, you connected the sound to who you'd only ever defined as the Demon of the Fog, the Oni. Carefully turning your head to the right to look down the dim hallway that beckonked you to approach, you stepped out of the doorway. Staring cautiously as you edged forward, your unbroken glance to the right was interrupted by a staggering red-head falling out of a doorway down the long hallway straight ahead of you. You stepped back for a second, clutching the splintering doorway, you swallowed softly, the gen you were working on hummed pathetically behind you as the hex:ruin made little effort to snatch the work you had put into it.

You glanced back to the gen briefly before being interrupted once more, faint crying and increased noise from the Oni's approach, your ears misguided you, beliveing the sound was coming from the stairway to your left. You believed it was better to make the sprint ahead to the long hallway afront of you, you stepped out ready to break into sprint as you froze, your direction shot to the right once more as a figure broke the still hallway, a crying, panting, interruption to this piece, one of which had a gouged hook hole within his shoulder, you hesitated, standing as he desperately ran toward you. Dwight... on his second hook and, easily being tracked by the blood he left behind for the demon.

The monstrous yell from the silence pained your ears as the Oni broke into his blood fury, just out of sight around the corner. Dwight was halfway through the hall, you knew you'd have to take a hit or dwindle the attention, if for just a moment, for your poorly team mate to at least heal... to stop feeding the beast.

You stood your ground, your weary teammate ran by you, clutching his shoulder, his sobs faded as he disappeared down the stairs, replacing his sobs came the grunt of a charge. One of which had yet to round the corner, understandbly you knew you'd have to take this hook for your teammate, you waited, if only to allow the beast to see you for a second before kicking rubble and running down the longhallway now to your right as you faced where the demon would charge from.

The red stained tiles glistened before his approach around the corner, you were given little time to react as he rounded the corner, kanabo drawn backward across his shoulder, with a firm grip.

Yet you stood your ground.. your leg slightly bounced in adrenaline to run, yet you couldn't move.. frozen with fear, yet still overtaken by the sense of protection for your teammate. Time felt as though it slowed down as the demon edged closer and closer in his charge, you did nothing but keep eye contact on the flared red orbs that was seeking blood.

You balled your fist and clentched your jaw, your leg calmed slightly from its anxious bounce as he neared...

You stared from under your brow, locking onto the orbs you couldn't look away from..

A sharp inhale grazed your mouth as he lowered his kanabo on approach, you straighted your posture from the defensive position you held, confused to a point.. as he slowed from his dashed pace, taking a rough step toward you..making the tiles underneath his step crumble. You stared, unbreaking.

He stared down at you, towering over your straightened posture. Your team mates blood littered the tiles beneath your feet and to the stairs, to which the demon acknowleged silently. He stared as though briefly examining you, though this was not to last.

He stepped forward, almost tilting your head the full way to look up to him, you clutched your fist awaiting for a blow to the skull, another obstacle in his way to his original kill he was longing for within the trial.

You stepped back and he met your movement, stepping forward once more, you were blocking his entry to the stairway. You stepped once more and once again he mimicked this, you amused him.

Eventually you stepped just enough for him to get by to begin his descent down the stairs, he glanced at you once more as he passed you, all you could truly do was lock the eye contact you kept hesitantly during the final steps he took toward you.

And like that, he was gone, under the breakway of the stairs and onward toward the original target he had focused.

At most, for now.. in this situation all you could do was shake it off, forget about it, surely Dwight was the obsession, causing his lack of care for yourself.. You were thinking too much of it..

Meg ran by again in the distance, glancing at you briefly as she crossed into a classroom, your leg still bounced from adrenaline, but you had to go on, descending into the doorway of the classroom she had entered, you got back to work.

#dbd x reader #kazan yamoka x reader #kazan yamoka #oni x reader #the oni x reader

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hanwiore · 7 months

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onyankapon fingering your pussy while your face is shoved in his neck, your legs on each side of his hips. Chest to chest. One of his hands on the back of thigh as the other was between your thick thighs, fingers shoved in your tight wet cunt.

Your nails scratch against his waves as you moaned in his diamond studded ear. “So wet baby.” You pouted against his neck, your hips moving in slight circles as his fingers thrusted in and out your pussy slowly, once they go in deep his curls them up and comes back out just as slow.

It’s slow but it was building you up. Your knees squeeze around his hips, “u-ugh ony…” you whine in his ear. “None of that, i’m giving you what you want why you whinin’ ?.” You nod slightly, you move back against his fingers wanting to get fucked deeper…wanting to get fucked fuller.

“want your dick onya. w-want it s’ bad please.” you were so sweet. so cute. Always using your manners in such vulgar times. His hand that was on the back of your thigh moves to his sweats to pull them down so his dick can spring out. “Get it wet mama.” He kisses your cheek and pushes your back down so he can get a veiw of your ass that was in the air.

Your hand goes and grabs his dick, you slap it against your puffy clit, already know slimy pre-cum is connected his tip and your hole together. You bite your lip as you grind against his hard dick, it’s so sticky and dirty. Making dirt ‘plat!’ sounds, ony bites his lips. Letting you take your time because you’re so pretty.

Eyelashes fluttering and glossed lips between white teeth. You finally push his thick tip inside your tight hole that instantly catches on to it. Squeezing him like you weren’t trying to let him go. “go slow baby.” He goes and kisses your neck, wet lips and tongue swirling against your it. You close your eyes and slowly take all of his dick inside you, your puffy clit pressed against his pelvis. “O-ony, oh gosh ony.”

“Shh baby, take that shit.” His hands grabs your waist and right as your body goes limp on his chest, face shoved in his neck and hands gripped behind his hair he moves your hips against his dick, using you as a fleshlight. “Good ass pussy baby, it’s mine huh?” He whispers to you, one hand gripping on your ass and pulling it away as the other grips the back of your neck.

He fucks up into you, grinding into that pussy slowly but harsh. “You listening to me lil girl? this shit mine?” Ony grunts in your ear, pulling you up by your neck to see your pleasure filled face. “Y-yes daddy! you know it’s yours hmph p-please.” You whine in his face, looking so perfect. “You always begging, it’s okay baby.” Your face is pushed back in his neck, where your loud moans are muffled.

“Imma give you this dick just how you like it.”

#ony x black reader #aot onyankopon #onyankopon x reader #onyankapon #onyankopon smut #onyankopon x black y/n #black yn #black reader #smut #black woman #aot smut #black fem reader #aot x black reader #black women #aot x y/n #black woman femininity

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l0sercat · 1 year

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Plz how would Oni, Michael Myers, and Wesker reacting to the furniture they were having sex on breaking? (Like a bed, sofa, table, etc)

Killers react to furniture breaking during sex

Oni

He was fucking you on the table

He let out animalistic groans while you gasped for air

The table creaked and groaned and finally the legs snapped

His grip on you prevented you from falling

He laid you down on the ground and sighed

He needs to get a new table now...

He continued to pound into you

Michael Myers

He was fucking you on the bed

His thrust's were hard and the bed creaked and shook

You gripped the sheets and buried your head into the mattress

Then there was a loud noise and the bed snapped in half

You both fell but he adjusted in a split second and continued his thrust's despite your protest

Nothing is stopping Micheal he'll just fuck you in the table or couch next time

Wesker

He had you laying on your back while he fucked you so he could see your pretty face

The couch creaked and squeaked

He didn't pay attention though all he could think about was breeding you

Then the couch springs snapped

He didn't even pause he just gripped you hips and pulled you up

He let you ride him

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shaguro · 5 months

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♡ imagine onyankopon as your boyfriend... ♡

sfw

ony loves to pretend that he’s not completely obsessed with you, that you don’t have him wrapped around your finger but everybody around yall knows that’s not true. when you call he’s dropping everything to be by your side, doesn’t matter what he’s doing or who he’s with. you're his top priority, always.

acts of service is one of his love languages. any problems that you have, ony makes it his business to solve them. as his girl, you’ll never be stressed or be in need of anything because he’ll always provide, he’ll always take care of you. no independent woman shit round here. 🤭 “what’s wrong, baby? talk t’me, let daddy fix it.” “already told you don’t worry bout that shit.. i got it, mama.”

very attentive. surprises you with random gifts, usually things you’ll talk about and forget later on. (as long as you act right.)

definitely a “gimme kiss” type of nigga. lovessss kissing.

the sassiest nigga alive. loves using all the girl lingo. “yeah.. not too much.” “what you be saying? you ate thattt.”

as much as he loves expensive dinners and planned dates, he usually prefers to be home relaxing with you. ony is a homebody fr.

can’t sleep right if you’re not with him. and when he’s all cuddled up with you, you’re stuck there. better hold that pee till the morning.

possesiveeee. he tries to tone it down fr but he doesn’t play about you at all. anybody tries to push up on you, he’s ready to knock their head off. gets rowdy real quick.

steals your bonnets. like imagine you’d spent forever looking for your favorite one and you find him in the kitchen with your jumbo pink bonnet on his big ass head. “ony… take off my fucking bonnet.” “come take it off me, pookie.” knowing damn well you can’t reach him. 🙄

alwayssss buying you food. he loves to eat and makes sure you eat whenever he does. making you gain all the happy weight. “you ate mama?” “what you wanna eat? ima pick it up on my way back to the crib.”

you’ll always catch him staring at you. sometimes he can’t believe that you’re all his. and he doesn’t gaf, he’ll just be like “what? I can’t look at yo pretty ass?” “you too sexy t’not stare at, baby.”

nsfw

big dommmm. loves manhandling you, he’ll let you take control sometimes but it’s rare. (gotta catch him off guard)

will fuck the attitude out of you everytime. it’s like you tempt him because you know he’ll fuck some sense into you. (and do!)

loves spitting in your mouth. like holding your face and letting it drip off his tongue onto yours. jus nasty.

not much of a moaner, he curses and grunts a lot. some moans definitely slip out when he’s really in the moment, though. 🤭

eats your pussy as a form of apology. the way you grind your hips into his mouth? and grip his head? he knows you’ll accept it everytime. nigga you ain’t shit

loves backshots but also loves pushing them thick legs to your chest, giving long deep strokes that you can’t run away from.

loves putting a thumb in your butt like future LMAO

talks you through it, very verbal during sex in general. big dirty talker. 🤭 “let it out, mama. cum on this fucking dick.” “mhmm, just like that, fuck.” “this all mine… this my pussy, huh? say it.”

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#aot x black reader #attack on titan #ony x black reader #connie x black reader #aot smut #aot fluff #onyankopon smut #aot onyankopon #shanti's stories⋆˙⟡♡

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alanaaii · 1 month

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THE BIG 3 - twitter links ☆

ONY, EREN, & CONNIE

A little short. 18+ ALL BLACK.

ONYANKOPON -

Ramming you from behind before bed.

Riding him in his car after you get that “come outside” text.

Can we at least get upstairs? no?

Coming home after a party

He won’t let you finish cooking before he want to be in your guts again :(

CONNIE -

rearranging your guts when you got home, making sure you ain’t walking tomorrow.

Showing you how much he loves that ass.

Loving him in the backseat.

Going over his place for the night. He can’t keep his hands off you.

EREN-

Taking it so well for him in your cute lingerie.

Forcing you down on it.

#connie x black reader #connie x reader #aot connie #aot x black reader #black reader #connie x black y/n #eren x black fem!reader #plug eren #plug connie #plug!eren #ony x black reader #onyankopon x black y/n #onyankopon smut #twitter links #onyankopon x reader #lanaworks #eren x black reader

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luminiamore · 22 days

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hiiii i really liked your suguru hoochie fic and i was wondering if you could do one with ony where she’s like a tomboy and she has a smart mouth and fights a lot but when she gets with ony he makes her chill out when she start to act up.

thank youuuuuu🫶🏾

best friend ony x black tomboy reader

warnings: a bit of angst in the beginning? fam issues, reader can throw hands, car sex, angry sex a little, overstimulation, best friends to lovers, a teensy bit of manipulation? if you squint

a/n: hope you enjoyyyyy :33

Second year, first semester. You honestly were starting to get tired of this hell people call college. You were drained, which was weird since you loved what you were there for. Fashion design has been your passion ever since you were a child. It was nothing out of the ordinary for anyone in your family to see you declare that as your major after being admitted to FIT, one of the best fashion schools in New York.

Your parents, comprising a lawyer and the top doctor in the city, fully supported you in pursuing your dreams. They were impressed by your decision to launch your own fashion line, and before you even reached your third year in college, you had already established your own business.

The outcome was much more successful than anticipated, making your first $100k in less than 2 months. However, there are drawbacks to being raised in a traditional Haitian family.

‘Tifi pa mete gwo pantalon konsa.’ Girls don’t wear big pants like that.

‘Buy that skirt. Ou bezwen abiye tankou yon dam.’ You need to dress like a lady.

It was a broken fucking record, and you were tired of hearing it. You would call them out on it, never being one to hold your tongue. Your parents scolded you for that, too, telling you that no one likes a lady who always has someone to say. You swear you would pop a blood vessel if you heard another one of their lectures.

Of course, you never wore the skirts or dresses they would waste their money on for you. Your family’s Christmas gifts would be just that now. You couldn’t help but want to hurl when you saw pastel-colored tops, the shortest skirts you’d ever seen, and dresses that made you shiver in discomfort.

They weren’t ugly. You recognized the beauty in them when other people wore them. But putting them on your body made you visibly uncomfortable. You always felt awkward in them, and you realized that while you loved your parents, you couldn’t change how they viewed things.

So, you moved out. After six months of telling your parents you were leaving. They never believed you. On a warm summer evening, you packed all of your ‘ti gason’ clothes, as they like to call them, and made your way to the high-rise apartment that you paid a deposit on three weeks ago.

You were happy. I mean, you had no reason not to be. Your parents came around to you not being home anymore, your business was doing exceptionally well, and your best friend was taking you out to eat later tonight.

You were happy.

So, why are you leaving room 109 on the verge of tears after being scolded by your Fashion Management professor for missing yet another assignment?

You were at your limit. You weren’t by any means sensitive, always known for being quick on your feet. Usually, when there is a problem, you are the first to fix it. You were smart, having a high 3.9 GPA, and are even on the principal’s honor roll. That didn’t stop you from getting into a few fights here and there.

Now, you were by no means were you the type of bitch always looking for a fight. But the girls at your university were bullies, and unfortunately for them, you don’t take no bullshit. Not from your parents, and certainly not from them.

You should be a MMA fighter with how these women are left twitching after you’re done with them. And you probably should’ve been expelled, but you were one of the school’s head designers. It would look bad on their part if they let you go, which is why you’re still here. Utterly drained, hungry, and twisting your personal locker open.

“Yo!”

You hear a loud shout from behind you. You take a pause from stacking your latest edition of the Vogue magazine, featuring your designs, in the plain navy blue locker. Nah, not me. You really weren’t in the mood today.

“Excuse you, miss. With the big ass pants,” You entirely stop all your movements and take a deep breath in. Not fucking today.

The outfit you wore was cute, you looked adorable. Standing with a basketball jersey shirt you stumbled upon while thrifting a week ago and oversized jeans. Your new blue Balance 550s were free of scratches and fit perfectly with your mid-calf length socks. Your bohemian braids are tucked into a messy updo, and your vintage jewelry completes your look. You were bad, and no amount of bullying from insecure women could ever make you feel different.

You continue ignoring the person. Your best friend of five years, Ony, told you not to get into any more fights. He said you were too bright for that, that they only wanted a reaction out of you. On any other day, you would’ve taken his concerns into consideration. Today was absolutely not one of those days. Today was one of the days where if someone said the wrong thing, you wouldn’t flinch before knocking their head off their shoulders.

To be honest, he should’ve known better; you always had a short temper.

Still, the whiny voice pesters you until they got right within your vicinity. “I know you hear me talking to you,”

Your method of ignoring is futile now; the girl was so close you could smell the cheap Victoria’s Secret perfume she over-sprayed. You were forced to turn to your right and face the culprit, your sharp eyes squinting at the girl.

You notice you’ve never seen her before. She wasn’t drastically shorter than you, maybe an inch or two. Even you knew, though, you could spank her with no problem. She was pretty, but her style was the complete opposite of yours. Her brown skin was well-compensated by the short pleated cream skirt she wore, and the bow-shaped crop top caused you to look twice at her tits.

You would’ve forgotten that she approached you all hostile if she didn’t put her pink glossed lips together to say her following words.

“You fucking with my man?” Didn’t I mention that you have never seen this girl a day in your life? How the fuck were you supposed to know who her man was? You’re stuck in a dilemma, a mind fucking dilemma.

Should you walk away and be the bigger person, or should you indulge in whatever this was and risk listening to what would be your second lecture of the day from Ony? You shiver at the thought alone. You don’t think you can take another earful.

“Y’know what? I don’t even think it was right of me to ask,” Thank you. You internally think you wouldn’t feel bad for fucking up someone’s daughter today.

“Yeah, there’s no way Ony would go for someone like you,”

Silence.

There was an apparent silence among the crowded halls, everyone stopping what they were doing to stare at the two of you. Damn, does no one mind their business?

You weren’t lying earlier. You really didn’t have an issue with people dressing in the opposite way of you. In 2024, you have a fondness for the way humans express themselves through their clothing. What you didn’t like was how girls with the most basic outfits known to man would think they were better than you.

And did this bitch just call Ony her man?

Your anger was rising slowly the more you thought about it, and you were bout ready to strangle this girl.

“Excuse me?”

Your usual sweet tone sounded almost chilly amid the suffocating tension. Everyone around the school knew who you were; being a fashion designer made the public eye fixated on you. Your fights were a natural source of mass attention. That was what all of your 1 million fans on Instagram liked about you, the fact that you never lost.

She had the audacity to keep talking. “Yeah, I mean, look at you. You should dress more like a-”

It’s a shame, really. You really didn’t want to fight today. Your fist went swinging before your mind even processed what was happening. It was a little uncanny how you didn’t let the girl get any punches; it was simply hit after hit. Were you at 7 now? Or maybe it was 10? You couldn’t tell.

This wasn’t because she was weak; it took about two solid punches to the face before she fell down. But you were just so heated. That comment made something snap in the deepest crevices of your bone. There was an intense sobbing from underneath you, and in the corner of your cloudy vision, you saw pecks of blood staining your knuckles.

You didn’t get to finish your assault on the poor girl; in a split second, you felt an arm snatch you up from your stomach. You raise your head from what feels like someone’s shoulder- Why was everything upside down?

You heard a deep mumbling in the midst of the cheers coming from the hallway, something along the lines of “Never fucking listen,”

Ony?

It seems you voiced your thoughts out loud because the 6’3 man responds with a quick, “I don’t wanna hear shit till we get home.”

Your thoughts were jumbled, and you didn’t have a clear head. You were angry. You were an angry black woman, and you had every right to be one. Ony is your best friend, not your father. So, you were stuck trying to figure out just who the fuck was he talking to?

In a hiss, your voice whispers by his diamond stud earring, “Who the fuck- Are you crazy? Fuck ass nigga, put me down!” you start sending harsh slaps on his back, the fabric of his white tee swaying. But he wasn’t budging; not a single hit swayed him.

Your words must have been a source of tension, causing him to finally put you down. The blood rushing from your body into your head makes your vision hazy, and as you look around, you realize you’re in the school parking lot. Alone. Alone with Ony.

He doesn’t let the thought simmer in your brain, not when you’re more concerned about the fact that he has a tatted hand on your throat and just pushed your body to the nearest concrete wall.

“Watch that mouth. You should know better, Y/n.”

His voice is more calm now, though you can hear the underlying irritation. You’re both glaring at each other, your breathing audibly heard amid the empty oversized garage. His grip on your throat is making you feel things, things you shouldn’t be feeling for a best friend.

You were never intimidated by Ony, and he knew it when you continued glaring and uttered, “Get the fuck off of me,” You try grasping at his arm, but he’s quicker than you. Ony doesn’t hesitate to put your arms above your head, the scent of his YSL cologne filling your senses.

Is he- Is he closer than before?

“Nah, you’re not getting out of this one.” He pressed into you harder, and it was getting a little difficult to breathe. His body heat somehow mixed in with yours, creating a heated symphony. You knew it was coming, another scolding. At this point, you were starting to think you’re 9 again.

“What did we talk about yesterday, ma?” His voice goes an octave lower, and you’re almost sure he’s doing this purposefully. You roll your eyes, refusing to let him see the effect he was beginning to have on you. You decide you don’t even want to let him hear your voice.

Ony doesn’t hear a peep out of you, and after 10 seconds, he loses his patience, “You deadass? Don’t make me fuck you up, Y/n.” You feel the hand on your throat squeeze tighter twice as if he’s warning you. Damp are the only words to describe what your panties are experiencing right now.

Still, you keep up your facade. Ony can see right through you, though, you’ve never had someone put you in your place. You’ve never had someone match your energy like he did. It usually never got this bad; Ony never got upset with you after a fight he had to pull you from. A calm talk and a little praise got you to calm your nerves.

This was before you got the fame you have now. Ony thinks, no, he knows, that you’re going to be much bigger than you already are. And he doesn’t want you being held back by some petty fights. He always told you if you ever had a problem, go to him first, and he’ll always handle it.

But you wanted to be stubborn. You weren’t used to someone taking care of you, relieving some weight off of your shoulders. Being the first-born daughter issued a connection with hyper-independence. And all Ony wants to do is engrave in your pretty little head that he’s got you. And he always will. He genuinely cannot understand why you make it so difficult for him.

“I’m not in the mood, Ony. Let me go-” He cuts you off, coming closer to your soft lips.

“I don’t care, Y/n. Talk it out right now, or I swear we’re not leaving this parking lot.” He read you like a book; he knew you were trying to run away from him. To dismiss this and to never bring it up again. He was done doing that, and the attitude you’ve been giving him ended today. He’ll fix it for you by whatever means.

You knew Ony meant his words in the least sexual way possible. Yet, you couldn’t stop your mind from wandering, why does he look so good? The thin gold chain you gave him for his birthday last year makes his brown skin stand out. Through your adrenaline haze, you didn’t even notice what he wearing.

It’s sinful. How the outfit you know he barely put thought into putting on makes you want to pounce.

A white tee that alone made your breath stutter with the way his abs pressed through. You could make out the outline, damn. Black sweats that sit so low, the white Polo Ralph Lauren briefs he had on were teasing you.

It wasn’t your first time having these thoughts, but moments with Ony made you think this way often.

When you guys would smoke together, and Ony would feed you the blunts, his eyes would never leave your lips. When he would come over and cook with you, small brushes behind your hips. You would always brush it aside; that wouldn’t be appropriate for a best friend to think. You were just best friends, right?

You’re questioning everything because of this moment. This isn’t what best friends do. Why is his hand squeezing your throat? Why is he pressing his body flush against you?

Most importantly, why aren’t you stopping him? Why is this making you so fucking wet? You know, if you told Ony you were uncomfortable, he would back off in a second. But you weren’t. The only thing making you uncomfortable is the slickness you can feel drip down the fat of your soft thighs.

Your next words leave him stunned, “Well, I guess we’re not leaving then.”

When your words register in Ony’s brain, he moves quickly. Whispering a stern, “Bet.” With a smile on his handsome face. As if he knows something you don’t. After grabbing you by the throat and letting go of your hands, he swiftly moves to his car, an all-black Scat Pack.

This was honestly your fault. The position you were in, your back arching perfectly, and your slobbering pussy receiving the deepest back shots from Ony’s long dick. You were scrambling in his back seat. You’ve already came twice due to his fingers, and his precision in piercing your squishy spot would make you cum again. You weren’t even sure you could.

You tried running away from the pleasure, pleading for him in your shaky voice to just “G-give me a b-break! I can’t-”

It wouldn’t be a punishment if he did, now would it? His hands would only grip the sides of your hips harder at your words; it would probably leave a dent mark. Ony was letting his dick stir up your insides because he needed to teach you a lesson. It seems this is the only way your mouth wouldn’t retort anything to him.

“Not happening, mama. All you needed was some dick, right?” Heavy pants fill the air, and you start seeing smoke fog up his tinted car windows. Ony was honestly losing himself with how tight your pussy was squeezing him. He doesn’t know why the fuck it took him so long to get you like this. It’s all he ever dreams about.

Making you scream out his name, making you cream all over his dick as he makes you take what he knows nobody could ever give you. Fuck, he swears he’s in love with your fat cunt, with you. “Don’t it feel good when I fuck you like this?”

The more he kept talking, the more you felt like you were losing your mind. You didn’t know if he wanted an answer. But you were already gone, high off the pleasure his fast pace was giving you. You had no control over your lips when they parted and screamed, “S-so good, Ony! Oh-fuck. It f-feels so-”

He went faster at your words, and your mouth was dripping with drool as your face pressed firmly against his leather seats. After the fifth attempt at pushing him away, he tied your hands behind your back with the durag he wore. You had nowhere to run. You were forced to take Ony’s mean pumps inside your folds.

He pulls you up by your hair, never stopping his assault on your battered pussy when he whispers, “I know, ma. I always make you feel good, yeah?”

He slithers a hand to your throat and another down to your twitching clit. Rubbing so fast, your squirt was coming out in small streams. Your sinful sobs made his body shake while he was inside you. God, your pussy was so heavenly. So wet and perfect, he never wanted to pull out.

You squirm under him, “So good! Make me- Ouuuu shit- feels so f-fucking good,” Your body was shivering, you didn’t even realize you were coming. Your eyes rolled into the back of your skull as your stomach clenched so hard it hurt. Your pussy mirroring around his aching thrusts, you were fucking up his seats. He didn’t mind; he just wanted to make you forget everything that happened today.

You thought it was over; you thought he would stop or, at the very least, slow the fuck down. But he never let up on your poor pussy, he just kept feeding you his strokes, and he kept rubbing your puffy clit. “So, why don’t you fucking listen? Don’t you love me?”

The anger he felt earlier was coming back, and you could feel it with the way his fat dick was penetrating you so good, so deep. The tears falling down your cheeks came down ten times harder, your clit couldn’t take anymore. Why was he fucking you like this?

“I do! I- I love you- so much, Ony! I’ll listen- I swear! P-please just-”

Ony could feel his heavy balls twitching as he fucked up into you, he was going to cum. He knew you loved him, but hearing you say it. Saying those words in such an intimate position, he doesn’t think he can hold back anymore. He just wanted to dump his seed past your lower lips.

“Yeah? You’ll listen, t’me?” You nodded so quickly before your brain even registered his words. He was pushing you past your limit, your pussy being so overstimulated that your next orgasm was just seconds away from wetting his seats even more.

“Y-yes- Fuckkk! I’m coming.” That was his only warning before your pussy sprayed all over, and your sticky cream coated his dick. Ony groaned deeply in your ear, the hand on your throat giving one final squeeze before he came so deep you swear it was touching your womb.

There was nothing in the air but heavy breathing. Your body, weak and unable to hold itself, fell back against him when Ony let you go. His following words break the silence,

“I love you too, mama.” You feel your heart squeeze, but he doesn’t stop there. “I’m getting you some food before we get home, and allat’ best friend’ shit is dead, by the way. You’re mine now, okay?”

He presses a chaste kiss to your wet cheeks as you lay against him. It was a trip. He fucked you all crazy like that but then spoke to you in the most gentle tone possible afterward. You couldn’t process it. You can’t do anything but nod, your mind still barely processing what he just did to your body, to you.

What were you upset about again?

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