thedoll-ri

[thedoll-ri]

BLEED INTO ME!

in which… ony is your vampire boyfriend, and he tends to overfeed, even when you tell him not to. guess you have to teach him a lesson, yeah?

word count: 3.4k (WOAH?)

content. smut + plot, sub!vamp!ony, light angst, nicknames (baby, princess, ma, pa, pretty), dacryphillia, heavy discussion of wounds and injury, established relationship, n-word usage, hematolagnia & blood consumption, black!domfem!reader, overstimulation, handcuffs, light feminization, handjobs, male squirting, dry humping.

syno speaks. i really apologize for the delay on this, but i hope y’all love it! thank you for all the support :) btw, i know some people are squeamish about blood, so if that bothers you in any way you may need to avoid reading this. kk that’s all, love y’all 💋

ony annoys the fuck outta you.

he always has, ever since he came shimmying through your houses’ chimney while you’d fallen asleep on the couch watching your favorite movie. the action hadn’t even registered in your bleary mind until he was poking his sharpened talon against your cheek, silently praying that you’d wake up so he could explain his current situation.

the poachers were running a muck on the town, and they were out to kill any and every vampire they could find.

ony, specifically, had been a prime target, due to him being the only full-breed left in the country. he had been on the run for months now, and whether it was finding caves to sleep in or crashing at his boys’ houses when he could, he’d been keeping his distance between him and the enemy, until now.

he’s suddenly awoken in his cave to the sound of heavy footsteps clammering against floors of the gravel, and he recognized the sound like his own voice. he wasn’t quick enough to move out of their line of sight before he was shot in his stomach and chased through town, only getting away once he saw your house with an easy entrance.

“hey, wake the hell up.” ony complained, his jabs slowly getting softer as he took in the state of your sprawled out body.

your appearance should be the least of his worries right now, but you were so captivating. even with the droop of your plump lips, and the way your blanket was completely kicked off you, revealing only a crop top and shorts. your curves were on full display, and he felt his fingers itch with the need to touch, to mark.

as your eyes blinked open, ony hovered over your frame, drool pooling in his mouth as he patiently waited for your full awakening.

“oh, look who decided to join us.”

silence stretched over the room for an unbearable amount of time as your brain caught up to what exactly you were looking at, and you were scrambling to your feet and behind the couch. you were swift on your feet, and suddenly ony had a knife barreling toward his head that he barely dodged. the knife cemented itself into the wall, a reverberated sound bouncing against both of your ears.

“get the hell out of my house!” you gritted out, trying to keep your voice even. ony’s eyes are wide as he flicks his attention between you and the literal machete in the wall, what just happened?

“can you, uh, let me explain first?” ony presses on as he tried to ignore the way your voice was calling to him like a siren song. something about you was making his knees physically weak, but he would figure that out later when you weren’t ready to chuck another knife at him.

“explain what—you’re a random nigga in my house! how did you even get in here?!”

“the chimney, look can you just calm down—shit.” ony doubled over, as more blood started to leak from his wound. he hadn’t been fed in over a month, and was now losing his own blood. his regeneration isn’t as effective when he’s hungry, but he couldn’t risk going to some hospital to get help either.

you let a gasp slip out as you saw his hand clutches against his stomach, and you warily made your way over to his crumpling form.

“fuck, is that a bullet wound? i’ll um—let me go get some gauze, don’t move.” you rushed into a room outside of ony’s field of vision, and just as suddenly as you left, you were helping him to the couch. ony flopped down, quiet curses falling out of his mouth. you felt your cheeks heat as you removed what was left of his shirt and inspected his wound. it wasn’t too deep, and you were able to pull the bullet out with your tweezers without much effort.

the rest of the process was seamless, and ony was left relatively feeling impressed as he eyed the stained gauze wrapping his stomach. you even handed him a glass of water, and kneeled by him on the floor. you were so caring, and his stomach was in knots at your close proximity.

you kept making eyes at him like you wanted to ask something, until you finally did.

“what the hell happened to you?” your voice was much softer this time around, and ony was definitely a bigger fan of this tone. ony hooked his pointer finger into the corner of his mouth to reveal one of his pearly white fangs, his tongue lolling out involuntarily.

“poachers.”

he really did owe you a better explanation, but his head was much too fuzzy from hunger and blood loss to fully spit out that whole monologue. plus, your cheeks were now stained burgundy with shyness and another emotion he couldn’t quite pinpoint, and you looked way too cute like that.

only now did you finally take a good look at the man before you, and you were embarrassed to realize that this was the man that had been labeled all over the news as “the last living full-breed.”

and he was bloody, shirtless, and sexy right here on your living room couch.

“y-you’re…”

“the last living full-breed vampire? yeah, something like that.” ony rolled his eyes, his hand waving in a nonchalant manner as if he wasn’t the most wanted… thing walking right now. you’d built up an impressive saved folder of videos, blog articles, and news headlines about him and his whereabouts, and you’d always felt so bad for him.

a bout of shame washed over you at your previous actions. you’d attacked him and screamed at him without even realizing that this was the same man you’d been pitying for months now, and now that he’s here, you have a strange urge to protect him.

“i, uh…i’m sorry for all the knife-throwing and stuff,” you mumble into the arm of the couch. “i didn’t realize it was you.” ony huffs, clearly amused with your response.“i did break into your house to be fair. i wouldn’t sweat it.” he shifts in his seat on the couch, still unable to fully sit up without the pain spreading. fuck; he really needs to eat soon.

comfortable silence sits in the room with the two of you, the same thing on both of your minds.

“so, what’re you gonna do now?”

“no clue. i can’t go back to my cave, and most of my homeboys live in the old city i was staying in, so i can’t go to any of them. probably just gonna skip town. again.” ony mentions sadly. he was tired of always having to run from people, and it was getting lonely without any of his friends or family around anymore. it was a constant battle, and he was tired of fighting for it.

you him to affirm him, but can’t shake the ridiculous idea you have brewing on the back of your tongue. it should be out of the question, but you wanted to protect him, and he needed somewhere to stay. what’s the worst that could happen?

ony sighed, and as he went to stand up, you grabbed his wrist firmly.

“why don’t…why don’t you just stay here?”

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“onyankopon, i’m not boutta play wit you all night.”

“please baby, im so hungry.” ony presses his cheek against the innard of your thigh while you diligently finish on the outline of your english literature essay and pouts.

fuck you and your dedication to a masters degree, hmph.

he’d been teasing you for hours now so you could feed him, but you wouldn’t take the bait. you just roll your eyes in response as he grips onto the fat of your thigh, licking and sucking at the bite mark from 2 days ago that hadn't faded all the way yet.

this only spurred ony further, his instincts just telling him to ruin your thighs for any one else, to just drain you of everything you had.

so he did.

“o-ony! what did i just say?!” your thigh trembles against his lips as he digs his fangs in, his eyes low and cloudy from your taste. this, this right here, was his personal heaven—desperate whines slipping from your lips, your fingers gripping his hair, your sweet stream hitting his tongue as he sloppily drinks you alive.

ony groaned deep in his chest as his pants began to feel far too tight all of the sudden. this happens often, and he wasn’t ashamed of it. it isn’t uncommon for him to come completely undone just by feeling your sweetness flow down his throat and pool into his stomach. your blood was his weakness; it made him stronger, faster, and healthier than he’d ever felt or been, and you protected him.

you the first—and the only—to not cast him out, and for that reason, he fell deep for you. deeper than he ever thought possible.

and even now, ony craved more of you.

you shakily pressed three taps to the side of his biceps, your sign that you needed him to stop. he whined loudly, but pulled away nonetheless. he knows that restraint is very important when it comes to this, but he’s still so hungry. you feel your cheeks heat up as you brush a thumb of his now trembling lips, and take in just how wrecked he looks.

his eyes are watering tinted and watery, and his hair was ruffled from the way you’d pulled on it. ony was a complete mess of himself, and you felt your pride swell at how easily your blood can do that to him.

“mmm, fuck ma, tastes so fucking good—‘m so hard fr’m it…”

you smile down at him, loving how quickly he fell under your spell. ony’s your obsession, but he had disobeyed you, and you couldn’t let that slide. as much as you wanted to just give into him and let him take what he needs from you, you had to remind him who was boss.

“uh huh.” you shrugged, simply going back to your paper. you wanted to make him even more needy than he already was.

“‘fuck you mean, uh huh? make me nut already.” ony licks over the freshly punctured bite as a little blood rushes out. he expects you to do something, anything in response, but you just huff and continue to work on your paper. you’re basically done with it already, but you choose to add little details just so he gets irritated, and boy is it working. ony was absolutely itching to just break that stupid laptop so you'd pay attention to him, but it was all in vain.

no matter the amount of kissing, licking or teasing he did, your resolve didn't crack one bit under the pressure of his touch, and that in itself made ony's blood run cold. he just wanted you to look at him, and his cock was throbbing even without your attention.

“don’t act like you ain’t just drink a whole pint outta me even when i said wait. you not gettin’ shit else.” you wave him off with a simple signal of your hand, and his stomach drops. not only were you ignoring him, you were shooing him.

ony raises to his feet and nuzzles his face into your neck, positively whiny now. he undid the button of his pants and you gasped as his cock sprung free. of course the freaky nigga wasn’t wearing any drawls, he strange like that.

“ony, put some damn drawls on.”

“baby please, ‘s literally throbbing. ‘can’t take it.”

you found yourself holding back a smile as he peppers kisses along your face and neck, and you’re trying not to giggle. your restraint is slowly slipping, and you figured that you could indulge him just a little. you meet him halfway, his tongue slipping into your mouth easily. it was just how you liked it. ony had a way with kissing—his fangs usually came as a bit of a roadblock, but you two found ways around it. you tug the back of his head toward you, and he’s stumbling down to your height.

you smile, and ony feels himself melting once more. you could tell that he was getting needier, the glint in his eyes giving away how ready he was to be ruined by you.

“you need it bad, pa?”

“fuck, so bad.” he gasped into your mouth, his fang nipping your lip and watching a bit of blood bead at the tip of it. he eagerly licked it up, and you could feel your own arousal building. your gray panties did nothing to hide the wet spot growing in your core, but you had bigger things to worry about.

you wrapped a manicured hand around ony’s wrist, pulling him to the bedroom. he chuckled deep in his chest as he trailed behind you like your personal mutt, and you couldn’t help but smile. you loved when he got like this.

as soon as you entered the room, ony blinked and he was suddenly cuffed to your king sized bed, the silk of the sheets rubbing up against his skin. he already felt overwhelmed, and was pouty about not being able to touch you, but he had to remember that this was his punishment, and he wanted to be good for you. he was completely naked and the cold air of the room barely registered to him as your clothed pussy rutted against his bare cock.

it was like torture, but he knows that’s the point.

“c-cmon ma, you can go harder,” ony sighed, gesturing his head toward your matching bra and panties. you ground your pussy down against him harder, wanton moans falling from your glossed lips. ony cursed under his breath as he watched you stimulate yourself on his cock. your nails dug into his waist as you moved, arousal clear on your face. “is fat ma wet for me yet?”

it was a ridiculous question, really. he already knew the answer, and you did too. squelching noises filled the room as your sticky underwear made friction against his cock, and that was answer enough, but ony wanted to hear you admit it. you weren’t that vocal in bed (at least not with words), but it was always ony’s goal to make you.

“mmhm, she’s so wet f’you pa.”

“oh fuck.” ony feels his hips jerk up involuntarily as you talk dirty to him, he loves that nasty shit. he can’t figure out if it’s because you’re kinda mad at him or something else, but you were so responsive today and he needed to be inside you now. just the simple act of watching you climb the ladder to your climax was enough to have him panting and moaning along with you.

your head drops backward as you get closer to that sweet release, and ony is falling in love all over again. you look perfect like this, drooling over his cock rubbing between your folds without even properly touching you. your hand rubs under his chin as you force him to look at you, and he hopes he isn’t blushing.

“ony—fuck! ‘m cummin!” the coil in your stomach snaps, and ony watches in awe as your panties get completely ruined. his lap is sticky from the mix of his own pre and your juices, and he whines as his fangs start to protrude from arousal. you smile and let your thumb trail over his teeth and tongue, and he’s struggling against the cuffs.

there’s so many thing ony wants to do to you right now—but he wants to touch you more than anything. run his fingers up the indent of your wide hips, choke you, rub your oversensitive pussy, fuck, and he really wants to bite you. he wasn’t even that hungry, but there was an ache under his skin to mark you and make you bleed, and watch it all drip out.

just the thought was enough to have a spurts of cum shooting onto his stomach, and you let out a little coo at his twitching stomach as you take the opportunity to begin stimulating him, not even caring if he was too sensitive. you ran your fingers over the head of his cock, pay extra attention to the tip just the way that makes him fall apart.

“w-wait!”

“for what? you were just begging me to make you nut earlier, weren’t you?” you smirk as he bucks against your hand. when ony gets sensitive, his voice will pitch up and it’s the sexiest thing in the world to you. he’s always the neediest after he feeds, and it’s so cute. your eyes landed on the lube sitting on your nightstand, and you took the opportunity to squirt a few drops onto your hand. it was almost too slippery for you to keep your pace, but the added moisture made it easier to stimulate the most sensitive parts of him.

“shit, it’s so wet.”

“yeah? wetter than me?” you asked, tilting your head to the side.

“uh uh, ‘s nothing wetter than you mama—oh shit,” ony’s mouth dropped open as your finger passed over his slit once more, and he was spilling into your hand with a groan. there was more of it this time, and his hands tugged at the handcuffs as you continued to work him through his second orgasm. you were almost afraid that he was going to break them with his pure strength, but you just let him struggle.

you’d seen him break many things in your shared house. door handles, alarm clocks, your counter, (don’t ask about that one) so you wouldn’t be shocked if he tried to break his restraints, but you knew he loved them too much. “baby—can’t take anymore, fucking hurts!” ony trembles, his legs bucking under you as you stroke his harder. both of your hands were working on his cock now, and his lip was bleeding from gnawing on it too much. a few stray tears even started to trail down his face.

“cmon princess, you can give me one more,” you kiss along ony’s neck and chest, and smile as you feel his breath stutter under your touch.

“ma, w-wait! ‘m serious, it feels weird—shitshitshit—”

before you could ask what he meant, ony’s orgasm was slamming into him and a clear stream of liquid was shooting out of his cock in uneven spurts. each shot was shorter than the first, but you were taken aback nonetheless. he’d never done anything like that before, at least not that you’ve ever seen, but you could feel arousal pooling in your belly again as he writhed under you. you finally released his cock as it softened against his stomach, and room was developed in silence apart from the heaving breathing of both of you.

you gave him a wet kiss on his cheek and began undoing his cuffs, his look of embarrassment not going unnoticed. he rubbed his wrists together, inevitably proud of the marks you’d left on him. “onya.” you pressed your chest to his, but he wouldn’t look at you. you figured he was embarrassed about what had just happened, even if you didn’t know exactly what that was.

“hmm?”

“you gonna look at me or just do that blushing school girl shit all night?” that made him smack his lips and finally let his eyes meet yours. you held his jaw with your hand, stroking right where he was starting to grow some hair finally. it was a shame, ony really had no idea how pretty he was, even with his eyes streaked with tears, swollen lips, and marks left all along his neck and chest. his hands finally grasped your waist, eventually sliding down to paw at your doughy ass.

“you’re ruining my street cred, fat butt. out here makin me squirt and shit.”

“what street cred, nigga? you from the woods!” you laughed against his chest, and he felt his heart swell. he lifted your chin up to look at him, and your little smile made him remember that everything would be okay as long as he had you. you’d saved him, taken him away from a dangerous life, and he couldn’t find any way good enough to properly thank you.

your eyes twinkled and you closed the distance between the two of you. the kiss was slow and ardent, and you wanted to stay like this forever.

“you did so good, ony. ‘so proud of you, baby.”

“if you were really proud, you’d feed me some more—”

“mmkay, don’t push ya luck.”

special tag 444 my baby <3 @hoesluvshanti

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MOTORCYCLIST!TOJI .. (𝜗𝜚)

#promise i have not been ignoring yall requests- just been struggling with finding stuff #toji fushiguro #moodboard #jjk toji #jujutsu toji #jujutsu kaisen toji

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RACE CAR DRIVER!JEAN .. (𝜗𝜚)

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RACE CAR DRIVER!JEAN .. (𝜗𝜚)

#jean kirstein #jean aot #attack on titan #aot jean #x black reader #moodboard

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CEO!NANAMI .. (𝜗𝜚)

#him in suits 🫢 #kento nanami #moodboard #kento moodboard #x black reader #jjk kento #jjk nanami

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okay so i love doing these specfic character mood boards -> ( like these .. ex:one , ex:two ) what other specfic character mood boards do yall want to see for these?

#x black reader #aot x black reader #jjk x black reader #haikyuu x black reader

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HOCKEYPLAYER!EREN .. (𝜗𝜚)

#eren yeager #moodboard #eren aot #attack on titan

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WHEWWW

⌗︙・nanami with high sex drive ⸜⸜・

nanami who has high sex drive but won't ever admit it. he curses under his breath, running to the bathroom with his dick pressed against his pants. he's painfully hard and in need of some relief. he can't believe this is happening to him. you and him fucked in the morning before he left for works. it's been 2 hours and he needs to be nestled inside of your pussy again. no matter how many times he fucks you,he needs to go again right after. his hand wraps around his cock and he imagines you on hands and knees in front of him, just really so he can slide right in. he can't even fantasize about you sucking his dick because he needs to be inside of you 24/7. as much as he loves your mouth, your pussy is what keeps his alive in his boring job. nanami just wishes to go home so he can dive into your cunt. he cums on his hand in a dirty office bathroom, still not satisfied with himself. nanami grabs his phone,dialing your number.

"hi kento baby." you say happily and his cock hardens again.

"hi,baby. there's something i need you to do for me."

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#character mood board

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sources: 1, 2

Links:

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✧˚ · . Early Mornings

Synopsis: Helping Zoro shave his face

Content warning:fluff, silly banter, established relationship modern au with Sanji being Zoro’s roommate.

Zoro yawned after you finished dabbing shaving cream all over his jaw . You were both still in your pajamas crammed into the bathroom try to help Zoro shave. “Why couldn’t you ask Sanji to do this? He’s pretty good at shaving.” Zoro frowns his eyebrows furrowing making his forehead wrinkle as he rolls his eyes.

“Cuz yer better at frilly stuff than he is, I just wanted my face to stop itching so I asked you to help.” To be honest he just wanted you close to him but he could never admit that. “So work yer magic pretty girl.” You chuckle smiling at his little nickname. “Alright you gotta stay still so I don’t nick you ok.” You gently run the razor down his face letting it collect the hairs before you turn and dip it in the water you filled up in the sink. Zoro knew he could've just done this himself but he wanted you to do it. Not because he's lazy or anything just because he wanted you to give him those soft gentle touches you always give him. He loved when you rubbed your soft hands on his face it was one of his favorite things.

As you hummed softly Zoro admired you watching your soft hands work away at his face his brown eyes following your every move as he stays still just like you ask. “So uh..how many other guys do you do this for.” He smugly remarks. “I definitely don’t do it often but it seems like this guy I know keeps needing my help to shave his face.” You say looking up at him turning his head so you can shave the left side of his face. “Oh well whoever this guy is he must be pretty lucky to have you.” he says eyeing you with that dopey grin of his.

Zoro loved the way you gently caress his neck as you told him to "look up f'me baby" as you dragged the razor under his chin as you wiped away the rest of the shaving cream with a towel. “There you’re all done lemme go get the after shave and moisturizer.” You rummage around the cabinets and grab the two.

As you gently rub Zoro’s face caressing his jaw as you rub aftershave proud of the shaving job you did. “M' Thank you baby you spoil me rotten.” He says his voice husky as he leans down to kiss you. Holding you waist as he run his hands up and down your sides gently squeezing your hips. But a knock disturbs you both out of your trances. “Hurry up in there Zoro some people have to work! I swear if you’re asleep on the toilet again-!

Sanji says as he opens the bathroom to see you in each others arms. “Oh..good morning Y/N nice to see you!” Sanji says with a grin as he looks back at Zoro with a glare. Zoro looks back at him with a smug grin. “What she came over last night I forgot to tell you,But we’ll be out of your way now sorry.” He says guiding you out of the bathroom look back at Sanji with a big smug smile before kissing you again.

“You know I didn’t even want to tell him you were coming over last night he would’ve been all up on you trying to get your attention.” He say matter of factly with a snicker as he guides you back to his room. “So I didn’t tell em buuut if you stay he’ll offer to cook for you! So he can impress you which means I get to eat too! Zoro looks at you with a playful smile as he kisses you on your cheek. “Fine I’ll stay so you don’t have to eat those miserable protein bars.” You roll your eyes with a grin. “Thank you baby.” Zoro kisses you again holding you against his chest as he sighs wrapping his arms around you.

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DADDY !

summary ⭑ accidentally calling them daddy

starring ⭑ kento nanami, suguru geto, toji fushiguro × fem!reader

contents ⭑ [n]sfw + daddy kink ( ? ), other warnings have been displayed for each character + not proofread

a/n ⭑ this is kinda cringe but oh well

KENTO NANAMI — penetration / fingering

marrying kento has got to be one of your best decisions ever. he’s hardworking, loyal, handsome, rich, intelligent, understanding — he’s everything a wife could ever ask for. so getting the chance to meet him, let alone marry him already feels like you had just won a free ticket to a never-ending paradise. but the best part about him, he knows how to make you feel good — and i mean really good.

“k– ken,” kento’s name spilled from your quivering lips in broken whimpers. your breathing shallow from how amazing his fingers are making you feel. his thick fingers exploring the deepest depths of your heat, reaching and discovering spots that make your stomache twist. “yes, love?” he responds to you with his deep and attractive voice. if anyone heard this out of context, they might assume he’s just responding to his beloved significant other, but oh, they’re so wrong.

you don’t respond — well you did, just with a moan. “feels good?” your husband asks you, picking up his pace which caused your juice from previous orgasms to spill and stain the mattress of your shared bed. “you’re making a mess,” he chuckles lowly. he seems so unbothered by this, as if your lewd moans didn’t turn him on at all. “yeah, feels so— fucking— gooood,” your heels dragging up and down the sheets from the amount of attention he’s giving you. “god, go faster daddy—”

kento didn’t stop his movements, but he was definitely surprised. ‘daddy’? did you just call him ‘daddy’? well, not like he minded it at all. he noticed how you also realized what you had just called him and probably felt embarrassed. to avoid ruining the mood, he decides to encourage you, “mhm, you want daddy to go faster, sweetheart?” his free hand that has been holding onto your hips then moved to rub your clit in a circular motion, making you jolt and moan in surprise. “ah–! yes, yes — please,” with you begging with sweat trickling down your forehead and shivering legs, no way kento could ever refuse you.

SUGURU GETO — face riding

suguru geto — your beloved husband, your other half, and a professional pussy eater. to others he’s a gentleman in the streets, but to you he’s also a beast who tore off your panties. also the reason why you’re gripping onto the bed’s headboard as if your life depended on it.

you’re moving your hips back and forth on geto’s tongue while he eats you out like you’re his last meal — his hard grip leaving faint crescent marks on your thighs. “you taste like candy, sweetheart,” your husband’s hum sends vibrations on your pussy making you grip the bed’s headboard harder — you could’ve sworn it creaked.

suguru lets out another chuckle, sending even more vibrations up your body — making you squirm on his lips again. “careful, you might accidentally break the bed.” your cheeks only flush in embarrassment from how shameless you are when he gives you what you want.

“‘m sorry,” you sniffle, “your tongue just feel s’good, daddy,”

the sudden halt of geto’s movements made you whine, since you were so close to reaching your high. “sugu— why’d you—” “say that again,” he cuts you off, his voice lower than before. “huh—?” “call me daddy again, beg for it. now, or i’m not making you cum.”

it seems like your accidental slip up at calling him ‘daddy’ really switched something inside him. inside his erect and twitching cock. “pl– please, daddy,” you hiccup, tossing your head back. you tried to move your hips against geto’s lips to try and get the tingly feeling in your stomache again, but his grip held you still. “don’t try to act on your own without my directions, love. now, how about you beg nicely for daddy and i’ll give you what you want, hm?”

TOJI FUSHIGURO — mating press, rough sex ( ? )

toji is a little rough in bed — but when was he never rough? he’s huge — and he knows it. he knows because your eyes would shoot wide when he presses his tip to your g-spot, earning a sweet, high-pitched moan that he oh so loves to hear.

today was no exception. toji has you in a mating press, your knees pressed right next to your ears as he repeatedly slams into you. the squelching noises when his skin meets yours — it’s music to his ears. he’s supposed to feel relieved when he shoots his hot seed inside of you, but why does he feel himself getting hard?

“fuuuck, doll—” toji groans, his head tossed back and his hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat. “feels like your cunt gets tighter ‘n tighter the more i fuck ya,” he lets out a raspy laugh that ends with another whispers of profanities. “t– toji, no more, please — ‘m full, so full.” the muscular male only scoffs as he continuously wrecks your insides. “last time i remember you were beggin’ for this, baby, what happened to that?”

“you’re going too rough on me, daddy, i– i can’t—” you realize what you had just said. oh shit. you just added more fuel to the fire — more like you just added more of a reason why he should fuck you. “hm, ‘daddy’? have i fucked you that dumb, baby?” toji chuckles darkly, “well, since you’re dumb on my cock only 30 minutes in, might as well just fuck you ‘till all you know about me is the person who makes your legs fuckin’ weak.”

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forgotten connie drabble (18+ mdni)

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“SURPRISE!”

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY CONNIE!”

you moved to the side once you were inside, coming in behind the man of the hour himself. sasha had been running rampant to throw him an amazing surprise party. and you were in on it, tasked with bringing connie home from work and acting as if you know nothing about what the current day was.

which proved to be hard the second connie got into your car after putting his bag in the back seat. “ahh shit! they got mi cielita to take me out. where we going, mami?” connie was grinning ear to ear as he looked at you, dimples popping below red freckled cheeks.

he was so cute, and you were gonna hate to do this but, “what’re you on about, springer?” you scrunched your face up in confusion at him. you then quickly looked ahead to pull out the parking lot. if you looked at him for too long you were sure you’d crack.

connie rolled his eyes, not buying your ignorance. “oh stop that, y’know what i’m talking bout.” he said as he buckled himself in and then reclined the passenger seat.

with the strongest will you could muster, you kept up the confusion, looking back at him and with a quirked brow, “you got a game or sum?” you asked, knowing damn well he had nothing going on today. his birthday happened to land on the off day for ball practice AND track practice, not to mention he didn’t have class either.

now, when sasha told you to act like you forgot that his birthday was today, she failed to mention to you that it was something connie’s mother had done plenty of times in his life…not as a joke, though.

connie really cared about four women in his life: you, sasha, his little sister, and his mom. so you forgetting his day took a pin to his bubble and popped the fuck out of it. he didn’t dwell on the subject anymore, changing to now talk about your days. however, connie was feeling down on the inside. all his friends had wished him a happy birthday either via call, text, or social media post. have you not been on your phone today?

when you pulled up to his and sasha’s shared apartment, you flashed him a smile but it was not reciprocated. connie was staring ahead, zoned out in thought. so much so he doesn’t feel you turn the car off or hear you call his name.

“con” you pushed his shoulder slightly, getting him to snap out of his own head.

“hm?”

“we’re at your place. is it cool if i come up to use the bathroom?” you usually wouldn’t say anything and invite yourself into his apartment. days when you’d get him we’re days you set aside to hang with him. but today seems to be different. connie wondered if you had made plans that made you forget about his birthday.

“uh yeah, sure.” he said lowly. he reached back to grab his backpack and with that, got out the car. you could see the defeat in his walk towards the doors. he was mumbling to himself, more times trying to dissect what the hell was going on with you. because you wouldn’t just forget, right?

you got out the car and sped walk to catch up, sending sasha a quick text to let her know yall were back. you also cussed her for telling you to do this to connie, knowing how pouty he gets.

the walk to the elevator was quite, along with you two getting off at his floor and going to his apartment. however, before connie turned the key he put into the lock, he turned to you. his eyes were glossed over and cheeks dusted with a crimson red. he was chewing on his bottom lip, hazel eyes filled with worry. “did i do something, mami? you mad at me?”

and oh my god you wanted to break the act right there…but you were RIGHT THERE.

you blinked, “what do you mean, con? why would i be?” you wanted him to just open the door. once he opened the door you could drop the act, you could give him all the birthday love you were holding in since midnight.

connie let out a sigh and turned back around, giving up on the matter and turning the lock to go in. the day was no longer felt good. what good was a birthday if the one person he wanted to spend it with forgot about it?

when the door opened, connie walked inside and turned on the light and was immediately met with screams, cheers, and camera lights in his face.

which brings us here, to where he freezes and looks around at his friends from his basketball team, work, childhood, and sasha standing in the middle with a cake.

connie spent a good couple seconds taking everything in, he was slightly embarrassed to say once he believed you had forgotten he immediately forgot the day, choosing to just wallow in his room as he smoked a spliff.

you took a step forward, hands behind your back and coming up on his right. “happy birthday, connie.” you bumped him with your hip, once again snapping him out of his own head and bringing him back to the present.

the big, toothy smile he had in your car came back, now decorated with deep dimples and eyes watery with tears of appreciation.

just as he was about to say something to you, jean pulled him away, leaving you two with an unfinished conversation.

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you were talking to sasha in the kitchen as connie was socializing with all his guests. he hadn’t had the chance to come back to you just yet, but you weren’t worried. you didn’t plan on going anywhere.

“i told you! he’s so brain dead when it comes to you that he’ll completely forget everything. did you see how lost he looked when he saw us?” sasha was so happy that her plan had turned out well. she knew her best friend well enough to know it wasn’t going to take a lot to get his mind off his literal day of birth. not when you were the one thing that stayed on his mind and could pull his attention from anything.

you playfully rolled your eyes, “i still hated seeing how sad he looked. why didn’t you tell me i was damn near triggering him?!” you were nursing your second cup of a mimosa, slightly tipsy.

sasha giggled. she, on the other hand, had been four shots in from when you guys came in. “i forgot. but it’s all good now. oop—here he comes.” before you knew it, sasha had stepped away and now connie was in your space.

his eyes were low and bloodshot, having just come back from a hotbox with his guys in the car. “mami, you really are sum special.” he grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers together and pulling you to be flush against him.

you smiled, “sasha made me, pa. you know i would never forget your day.” you traced his lips with your finger, your acrylic nail going along his prominent cupids bow. connie held your hand still and kissed your finger, then moved your hand so it was at the back of his head. it brought you closer into his space, his cologne taking over your senses. he loweeeed his head to touch yours, looking in your eyes.

“¿dónde está mi regalo, princesa? his hands trailed up from your waist to your back, to your elbow and then shoulder. he tucked one of your locs behind your ear, staring at you as if you held both the moon and the stars. “i been dying to unwrap it” his eyes were scanning all over your face, taunting you with his hidden meaning.

“quiero mi pastel, ma. soy hambriento.” he undid the button with ease, bringing you to gasp and instinctively grip the small curls on the back of his neck.

“later.” you said softly, giving him a sweet smile to match. but connie smirked with wickedness, red eyes gleaming of mischief. his hand trailed back down to the waistband of your baggy pants.

“c-con.” you could feel his long and slender fingers pad over your core. he pressed his index and his middle against your clit, sending a jolt up your spine. “this party’s for you.” you bit your lip when you felt him move them in a circular motion, the wetness of your pussy dampening your panties.

“it’s my birthday, right? i can do whatever i want, right?” you were gonna answer, but then he pushed your panties to the side. he had rubbed your lips to collect your slick on his fingers, and slowly began to push them inside of you. your mouth opened, but no words came out.

“oh princesa, did you forget how to talk? just like how you forgot papi’s birthday?” he tsked, shaking his head, “made me so sad. y’know” the force of his thrusts picked up, knocking you back to grip the edge of the counter behind up. “a mean joke you guys pulled on me.”

“pa…i-i can’t be quiet” you panicked, looking at connie with worrisome eyes. he knew you were a screamer, fuck it was what he loved about you. pleasure would overwhelm you quick and all your composure would go flying out the window. you got animalistic when you’d approach your peak, and connie never missed the chance to see it. but today, you were doing your best to show restraint the clench of your jaw let him know you really wanted to get it out but were resisting.

connie took his other hand to rub a thumb on your clit, turning his ears off to anything that wasn’t your faulty breaths or straggled moans. “hm…guess i forgot.”

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“fuckk-k! no… shit!” you sob tryna push connie’s thick hands away from holding your thighs up to your ears.

“pushin me away wont make this shit better ma, take it.” he was right, you knew damn well connie was way stronger than you. only thing you could do was take it

you feel like your aching everywhere, you should’ve just kept your mouth shut though. you always had to get the last word. connie had it today.

“con… baby pleasee im sorry…. fuck im so fuckin- mmmmph!” you sholll wasn’t apologize when you was telling connie ‘bout himself though… he chuckles at your pleads, he dont give a damn. “look at me mama… c’mon open yo eyes, look at me.” he dont break eye contact, his dick drilling into each stroke make you feel like you was on cloud 9

you look at him tears uncontrollably pouring down your cheeks. your hands reach to his chest trying so hard to slow him down. he reaches down and start kissing you deeply not stoping. his tounge goes down your throat as he captures all your moans.

“you doing so good f’me taking this dick baby, you like this? hm?” you don’t answer, hell you cant answer he knows you can’t. “youn hear me talking to you?” he starts getting sloppy, he’s about to cum but he wants you to finish first (he aint no bitch)

“i can-t please daddy fuck dont… ughhhhh dont fucking stopp.” connie love hearing you, sumn about how sweet your moans flow through his ears, it only turns him on more. “c’mon … shittt mama make a mess for me.” your eyes roll back and you mouth hangs open. you hands reach for connie, he geabs both your hands and puts them above your head

“cum baby.” he whispers in your neck.

moans finally spill from your pretty lips as you release, you cant feel not a damn thing but connie’s seed spilling into you. body trembling as he pulls out. connie looks down and watches you and his cum pour out of you “fuck you so pretty.”

without a word he licks up the mess and snickers ass you try and run away from it. “ma dont run…”

“gimme one more”

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