#oni history

[ellas-journey]

The Red Oni & The Blue Oni

The moment I saw the confrontation of Jack and Tsugaru I realised that they were a pretty obvious omen to the Red Oni and Blue Oni. What is this Red Oni and Blue Oni? Well, a little classic story in the Japanese imagination.

Hamada Hirosuke wrote “Naita Akaoni - The Red Oni who Cried" that is a story that talks about a Red Oni that wanted to be friends with the humans, and so, his Oni friend, the Blue Oni, attacks the humans so that the Red Oni could be seen saving them. "Hamada's Oni are righteous and pure-hearted: the red Oni is friendly and prepares tea and home-made cakes for the humans, while his counterpart, the Blue Oni, espouses qualities of self-sacrifice by putting the needs of others ahead of his own. The blue Oni is considerate enough to leave the are so as to prevent his friend's cover from being blown. Such conduct among human was increasing rarity at the time the story was written." (Reider, 2003) This story ended up starting a trope trend, as we can call it, the Japanese media where we see two individuals either enemies or allies that represent the two sides of the spectrum of the personalities. And when we start to take notice of this, we are going to notice it everywhere. “This trope is about two individuals (or occasionally, factions or civilizations) that are significantly linked together somehow (such as through a rivalry, friendship, being siblings, co-workers, competitors, etc.) that have differing personalities and, with it, often different approaches to the world in general, especially whatever they might be competing in/for/over” (TVtropes) The Red Oni normally does have a more extroverted personality, associated with passion, wildness and defiance, most of the times being the “idiot hero” that does not care about criticism about them. The Blue Oni on the other hand tends to be the introverted one, associated with serenity, control, and authority, mostly being respected in a way that can be confused with intimidate. Now, have you realized something? Yes, in the case of two Onis the personalities are swapped. “While many expressions of this trope play it straight, it is also not uncommon for the Blue Oni and Red Oni to mix traits” (TVtropes) While Tsuguri, having the colour blue is the dumb one, Jack is the intimidating one. Also, we can see the contract in their fighting styles. “In a show where it's relevant, differences in fighting style may be something like Technician Versus Performer.” (TVtropes) (Which is extremely funny coming from the fact that Tsugaru is literally a performer)

It’s funny to think that the author decided to go with such a clear reference, and still make it so different. It also can make you think what Tsuguru does have store to surprise us even more. We need to continue watching the anime, or read the books to a better analyses of the characters, but at least we have a surface idea of their psych.

            REIDER, Noriko T. 2003 - Transformation of the Oni: From the frightening and symbolical to the cute and sexy. Asian Folklore Studies, Volume 62, 133-157. Ohio: Miami University. <https://www.jstor.org/stable/1179083>;

            TVTROPES. N.d – Red Oni, Blue Oni. Accessed August 28, 2023 <https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/RedOniBlueOni>

#undead girl murder farce #undead murder farce #japanese history #anime history #oni history #oni #tsugaru shinuchi #jack the ripper

[tanuki-kimono]

Lovely article+illustrations by Kimono Ichiba (via Tanpopo <3), overviewing famous "scary"patterns... which are in fact often auspicious as traditional Japanese patterns ;)

I believe I have them all on the blog somewhere but it's nice having them in one place so let's go!

Spiderwebs (kumo no su)

In ancient China, spider were seen as auspicious messengers connecting Heaven to Earth.

As the spider catches its prey in its web, spiderweb came to signify "grasping happiness".

Apparently during Edo period, prostitutes and geisha used spiderweb patterned items as a good luck charm (meaning something like "this customer will come back").

A very famous spiderweb depiction is the Lady Rokujo ukiyoe [焔 honô (the flame of passion)] by female artist Uemura Shoen. Wisteria caught in the web could mean ``I hope [Prince Genji] will come tonight'' which is pretty sad considering her story T_T

Skulls (dokuro)

Exact name for human remains pattern is "nozarashi" (lit. "weather beaten") ie bones scattered in a field. This depicts a corpse turned to bones/unveiled from its grave by the elements.

Skulls are thought to ward off evil and bad luck. Bones can also symbolize a do-or-die spirit​, or hope for rebirth after death.

OP stresses a theory linking bones pattern to a buddhist saying 色即是空 shikisokuzekū "form is emptiness, matter is void, all is vanity​". An interpetation is that we'll all turn to dust one day so we're all equal.

Bones patterns are often seen during Obon (Festival of the dead) season.

Monsters, ogres and ghosts (yôkai / oni / yûrei)

Monsters patterns were then worn to ward off bad luck and evil spirits. Reasoning is: let's repel scary things by wearing an even scarier monster!

Fearsome monsters were especially use by people with dangerous jobs, like Edo period firemen.

Firemen often had the lining of their heavy fire attire (火事装束 kajishouzoku) embelished with lavish designs of brave heroes and fantastic monsters. It was both a talisman and a way to show that they did not fear danger or death.

Another reason behing monsters patterns is the Edo period love for "scary" entertainements, be it ghost stories, parlor or other types of games, art (see for ex. Utagawa Kuniyoshi), etc. And Edo city dwellers were all about being fashionable so a monster pattern would have been considered quite iki!

#japan #art #history #pattern history #kimono #obi #halloween #spider #spiderweb #kumo #kumo no su #skull #skeleton #dokuro #nozarashi #weather beaten bones #obon #monster #youkai #oni #ghost #yurei #firemen #kajishouzoku #kaidan #ghost stories #Hyakumonogatari Kaidankai #One Hundred Supernatural Tales #Kimodameshi #Test of courage

[fallbabylon]

A Tengu guards the entrance of a Yokai exhibition of historical Japanese Art- Bologna, Italy.

#tengu #folklore #folk horror #history #art #art history #japanese #japan #art exhibition #exhibition #museums #kappa #yokai watch #yokai #yurei #oni #ghost #ghosts #ghost stories #horror #demon #creature #myth #legend #Italy #bologna

[squallering]

Wait a second.

Now where have I seen this before ... 🤔

#im ony half joking #the secret history #donna tartt #henry winter #richard papen

[littlest-salomon]

Free Housamo Sources: Oni

This scholarly work on oni folklore throughout the centuries has realms of information, both on Oni Brethren characters in general and on specific, named individuals, including Shuten, Ibaraki, Red Oni, and even Motosumi (did you know that Motosumi, his twins, and his oni-friendly philosophy are from real legends? I didn't!). The author goes into various iterations and meanings of the oni throughout time, and we can see the disturbing real-life roots of game content like Toji's "Orphan Fangs" and Yoritomo's fictionalized/softened hatred of "oni."

It's a surprisingly easy read and includes some fun details along with the heavy stuff, like the author's exploration of the idea that all oni (not just Ibaraki) are genderqueer and the theory that Shuten may be Spanish.

https://archive.org/details/JapaneseDemonLore/page/n8/mode/1up

#housamo #tokyo afterschool summoners #housamo lore #housamo sources #oni #this book revolutionized my understanding of oni #and japanese culture/history #i know you can just search character's names online to find information on them #but #you just can't find this level of depth on yokai.com or wikipedia #i didn't find much housamo-related info in the yamauba chapters #but would still recommend them just in case

[kaeyachi]

Omg I love ittokae but there is practically zero content for them 💔. I just love the idea of their personalities interacting and then being flipped on their heads. I love uno reverse things like that. Like kaeya being flustered by this big musclely himbo of a man is so cute and everyone's reaction to it is funny af. Kaeya feeling mushy feelings from someone so genuine and kind like itto compared to himself is 😔🤌

this exactly!!

i think kaeya would absolutely love how stupid honest Itto can get- the "accidentally blurt out how they feel" kind, and i highly bet that Itto can see thru Kaeya's personality after a while and just immediately see how caring and loving Kaeya actually is.

Kaeya would occasionally motherhen Itto and tend to his injuries and willingly spend time to take care of him whenever he accidentally eats beans again. Itto just falls even more in love because the way Kaeya cares is so much like his granny

Itto would play every carnival game in hopes of getting Kaeya the biggest prize. He would usually unfortunately fail, but Kaeya still keeps every little consolation prize Itto gives him in his drawers. He's absolutely fond of them

Itto and Kaeya going around in dates (in Inazuma or Mondstat) and everyone just wonders at first how tf they worked out but then they see Itto give Kaeya the sweetest compliment ever and Kaeya gets so flustered that it took Itto a lot of coaxing to get Kaeya to remove his hands from his red face (it took even longer because Itto was saying he wants Kaeya to put down his hands so he can hold them)

Them getting overprotective of eachother (no one can badmouth their partner at all! Either get ready for a psychologically damaging verbal beatdown from Kaeya or a terrifying moment with an oddly serious Itto who looks ready to slam you with his claymore)

just... its a very peaceful and fluffy ship, I can't help myself from appreciating the idea of them!!!

and yes, we need more content!

#kaeyachi asks #thank you for asking! #kaeya and his big oni bf supremacy #your honor i just think they fit well together #kaeya telling itto about his history and itto just going - i luv you and ill face your struggles w/ u- and kaeya just sobs and gets cuddles #kaeya hearing about how people treated or have been treating itto and he just exudes terrifying god aura for a month or 2 #them understanding what its like to be different from the rest #just unending love and affection with no hesitation from both parties uwu #ittokae

[tribow]

Here's a random Momiji headcanon for you.

She greatly respects oni and holds them up to high regards. She wants to be just as intimidating as them, just as strong as them, and just generally be like them.

Due to this she'll pick up some of their mannerisms like how she'll never lie to anyone because an oni would never lie too. If there's a drinking party Momiji will show up to drink as much as she can (if she isn't on guard duty), unfortunately, she's a lightweight.

Momiji would love to visit the Hakurei shrine as she's more than aware about the oni that visit there thanks to her ability, but the little free time she gets from her responsibilities are spent on her passion for shogi.

#touhou #momiji inubashiri #headcanon #it's extremely out of character for a tengu to like the oni no thanks to their history #most tengu probably fear the oni #also momiji unironically calls Reimu the oni miko out of respect #her motivation to challenge Reimu and Marisa with no spellcards in MoF was cause she she knew Suika hung out at the shrine #if these two can hang with Suika they must be strong!

[crimsongrimoire]

bruh

#crow.txt #not writing #genshinposting #WELP. LAST MINUTE GRINDING IS REAL. #me with yae standing up and grand narukami shrine after getting a great fortune: how funny would it be if i got the polar star tho... #but ayyyyyyy #plus a random sayu i got with it #i dont have All the oni masks. in fact i only had very few. but luckily today was oni mask day #and i didnt feel like grinding for yae Or albedo. esp cause she doesnt have fans rn. and albedo is just fine where he is #and like FUCK im triple crowning him. i may as well have never leveled his normal skill at all #attack. not skill. its so useless the babiest damage in history. ok sir i appreciate the effort. 2 crowns for you tho. at best #diluc is absolutely being triple crowned and probably will be... this coming week or so? #and that leaves like.... four more? so everyone gets to fight to the death for those i guess. kokomi gets at least one #diluc babygirl i love you but good lord this man is about to drain me of 2.1 mil mora in one go

[graphicpolicy]

Weekly Preview! Lots of graphic novels!

Weekly Preview! Lots of graphic novels! See what's coming to GPTV! #comics #comicbooks #graphicnovel

There are a lot of comics coming out every week to be covered. Check out some of what we’ll be reviewing and this is only the beginning! This week’s reviews include: History Comics World War II (First Second) Middle Distance (SelfMadeHero) School for Extraterrestrial Girls Vol. 1 Girl on Fire (Papercutz) Science Comics: Frogs (First Second) Stories of the Islands (Holiday House) Not…

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#ablaze #comic books #Comics #faceless and the family #farrar straus giroux #featured #first second #graphic novel #graphic novels #history comics #history comics: world war II #holiday house #i may be a guild receptionist but ill solo any boss to clock out on time #middle distance #oni press #papercutz #school for extraterrestrial girls #school for extraterrestrial girls: girl on fire #science comics #science comics: frogs #selfmadehero #skybound #stories of the islands #the villainess stans the heroes: playing atagonist to support her faves #the walking dead deluxe #traveling to mars #video #why is everybody yelling: growing up in my immigrant family #yen press

[ellas-journey]

“Body in the abyss, heart in paradise” no wait- 🕊️

As you can recall one of the most common talking points in the series is the rebirth. In one of the last chapters illustrations, you can see that Lady Tamayo is walking to the opposite side of all the Demon Slayer corps. Why? Case she is an Oni so she does not stand a chance of rebirth contrary to all the fallen Hashira (I cried when I realized this I must admit).

Trough out the series you see Tanjiro praying for the Oni, burying the corpses of the victims and the Oni’s remembering their life as humans talking about their way to hell. For instance, you see with the Upper Moon 6 when Daki and Gyutaro fall, he does not want his sister to go to hell with him, but she follows anyway. Or Rui, when he dies and thinks that he will never see is true family because they were good people, but they waited for him and when to hell with him. Now, the concept of hell and redemption in Japanese culture is different from our western, mostly Christian, base idea of this concepts. As some of you may know, Japan does not have only one specific religion. Shinto is said to be the native religion, and Buddhism was introduced in the 6th century. (we don't even talk about Christianity in the 16th century cause the bread and wine were more important discoveries to Japanese than Christianity honestly) But the thing is, Shinto and Buddhism would soon start to influence each other, what made things difficult when the Meiji government when in the 19th century gave the order to separate the two. But in what regards to the afterlife we can say that early Shinto myths and legends did not define in detail what happened after a person died. We can look at Ainu and Okinawan traditions to try to find what did this people thought. These two places still have a strong connection with the Jomon [c. 30000-300 AD] traditions, this gives us a kind of time machine to see the traditions that were widespread in all over the Japanese territory. “The Other word is a perfect mirror image of this one, but in other respects it is not very different from it. There is in the Other World no distinction between heaven and hell, and consequently no judgment of the dead” – Umehara,1991. This means that the order of space and time is backwards. Right is left, down is up, and a soul is waiting it’s time to go back to earth. However, if a person as done something really terrible or has profound resentment, if it has a strong attachment to this world, or if the body was never found it cannon go directly to the other world (Which explains why all the Kamado family still lingers in the world with Tanjiro and Nezuko! They have both a strong attachment to them and a resentment against Muzan) When we send a person to the other world trough funeral rites is assuring that that person will be returned to this world again. Those that had a good life will quickly be reborn, those that behaved badly will have they reborn delayed.

Buddhist priests were the ones responsible for the ritual rites, even to the original Indian Buddhism as nothing to do with the dead.  While Buddhism became associated with the rituals of the dead, Shinto became associated with the rituals of the rebirth like weddings, births, and growing-up ceremonies. Genshin (the Tendai Buddhist priest not the game) said that there were 6 realms of transmigrations: Hell, starving ghosts, beasts, Ashuras - Titans (Sasageyo, sasageyo, shizo wo sasageyo – wait wrong anime), Humans, and Heavenly beings. All of these were suffering lands, and all beings circulated through these lands in accordance with their karma. Honen [Pure Land Buddhist priest] said that even a person that had committed one of the Five Heinous Crimes [01 - Killing one's mother; 02- Killing one's father; 03 - Killing a saint; 04 - to wound the body of a Buddha; 05 - to destroy the harmony of the sangha] could achieve rebirth in the Pure Land if he chanted the Nambutsu [Namu Amida Buddha]. Everyone could go to the Pure Land if they called the name of Amida Buddha. Also, one of the most famous depictions that Japanese Buddhism shows is that a person who dies is pictured traveling across a river - Sanzu no kawa. "A person who did much good in his or her life can take a bridge. A mild sinner can cross wade across the shallow part of the water. Evil people must struggle across the deepest passage, harassed and held back by horrible monsters." - Roberts, 2009. Then they are judge by Emma-O to the underworld were people work they sins off. Here they have to go throw the different levels of hell according to their sins. This vision was the good were rewarded and the sinners worked on their punishments gave the living some kind of consolation.

There is this important key point take merges all the points of Japanese religious cults, that is the worship of the ancestors. “The original Japanese view (…) assumes the family as a basic unit. When someone dies, that person’s soul goes to the other world where is welcomed by the ancestors. It remains there a while, the is born again as one of the deceased person’s on descendants.” - Umehara. First born sons had a really important function in the following the family legacy and worshiping the ancestor’s department, but that is a theme for other time. There is this belief that soul stay in their country after dead, that a wish of a living person can be carried on by his descendants, and that a person would be reborn again and again to carry their work. Ancestors stay in the land to carry on with the property of the land. That would explain the end of the manga, were we finally see all your babies being happy and being reborn into the same family not long after their death, which can also be seen in the end of the manga where we get to see all the present rebirth of our characters that were mostly born within the family.

CRANE, Lauren. 2012 - Blending Buddhism, Shinto, and the Secular: Japanese conceptualizations of the divine. Journal of Ethnographic and qualitative research. Ohio: Wittenberg University; DOENER, David L. 1977 - Comparative Analysis of Life after Death in Folk Shinto and Christianity. Japanese Journal of Religious studies 4/2-3 June September. 151-182; UMEHARA, Takeshi. 1991 - The japanese view of the "other world": japanese religion in world perspective. Nichibunkei Japan review: bulletin of the International Research center for Japanese studies, Vol.02, 161-190. <http://doi.org/10.15055/00000404>; ROBERTS, Jeremy. 2009 - Japanese Mythology A to Z. Chelsea: Chelsea House. Ebook;

#demon slayer #demonslayerfromhistorytofantasy #demon slayer from history to fantasy #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer history #japanese history #anime history #history #history research #oni #rebirth #tamayo #gyutaro #kny akaza

[mythsyourteacherhated]

It’s new episode time again! We’re headed to ancient Japan for a blend of history and folklore. You’ll see that not all #goblins are as sexy as David Bowie, that demons are enormous, and that there are a lot of princesses. Then in Gods and Monsters, stop thief!

#folktales #mythology #episode #folklore #podcast #monsters #mythology podcast #podcastersunite #podcasters of tumblr #fairy tales #gods #monster #japanese #Japan #oni #goblin #goblin king #demon #demon king #a blend of history and folklore #and a lot of D&D references

[fallbabylon]

Netsuke memento mori - Science Museum, London

#netsuke #japanese #japan #wood carving #wood art #memento mori #occult #gothic #folklore #goth #folk horror #skull #dead #skulls #goth aesthetic #goth art #art history #history #oni #demon #devil #macabre #morbid #horror #monster #death #decay #antique

[lightdancer1]

The first step in this process was Jackson's annexation of Florida:

Andrew Jackson's annexation of Florida was a fine exemplar of the real Andrew Jackson. Self-righteous, brutal, murderous, insisting that whatever he did was noble and righteous because he did it and anyone who opposed him was acting in malice, from bad faith. He saw the existence of Black Seminoles and Seminoles and both influenced him to take an action with the compliance of the Monroe Administration in theory.....though it balked at Jackson's methods in practice.

There was but one law Jackson truly respected: himself. And the consequences of both the annexation and the crisis it produced was to expand US territory and set in motion lengthy and bloody wars.

#lightdancer comments on history #black history month #florida history #us history #black history is florida history #fuck you ron desantis #andrew jackson #adams onis treaty

[kikari-27]

Forgotten History AU Capitulo 2

Wattpad:

Ao3:

#ninjago #ninjago masters of spinjitzu #ninjago au #ninjago fanfiction #ninjago family garmadon #ninjago fsm #oc x oc #oc x canon #firstrealm #ninjago oni #onis #dragons #ninjago dragon #forgotten history au

[bleach-your-panties]

ᰔℊℯ𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃' 𝒾𝓉 𝓅ℴ𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃' with ONYANKOPON on a balcony.

for my 1500+ 𝒻ℴ𝓁𝓁ℴ𝓌ℯ𝓇 ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓃𝓉. requested by @prettybraat.

ᰔhere you go baby, happy black history month!❤️💚💛

ᰔcw: modern au! fem, black reader. balcony sex, exhibitionism, panty-ripping, backshots, hair-pulling, scratching.

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When your boyfriend, Onyankopon, or ‘Ony’ for short, texted you with a simple ‘get ready’ you immediately hopped up to pack an overnight bag.

Ony works as a financial consultant for one of the biggest banks in Atlanta, as well as a personal finance advisor, so he’s never short on dough and absolutely does not mind spending his hard-earned money on his baby girl.

You haven’t seen him in a while due to it being tax season and him working overtime at the bank, so you knew that when you saw him, you were definitely getting your back blown out.

As you were deciding which pairs of sexy panties you wanted to bring, your phone began to ring. 

“Hello?”

“Hey, baby.” Your man’s smooth, baritone voice filtered its way from the phone speaker and into your ear making you clench your thighs together.

“Hey, pooh. Are you off of work already? I’m still getting my stuff together.”

Onyankopon laughed once he heard you rummaging around in your room; who knows what all you were throwing in that gold and black sequin Victoria’s Secret duffle bag you loved so much.

“I’m about to FaceTime you, baby. I want to show you something.”

When he said that, you stopped packing and focused all of your attention on the phone - Ony chuckled because he knew how nosy you were.

The request to FaceTime immediately came through and you accepted it.

“ONYANKOPON!!”

He just chuckled deeply, “Not the government.” 

On your screen currently sat the finest version of your man that you had ever seen.

Now, Ony had always been fine; let's make that abundantly clear…

Smooth, flawless dark-brown skin, toned muscular body, tattoos up and down his arms and back (that were usually hidden by his business suits), straight white teeth, and don’t forget the inches that he was packing - eight and a half, to be exact.

Long, thick, and hard.

…but Ony with a fade and dreads pulled back in a half-up half-down ponytail? 

Oh, he must've been trying to call in for the next week or so.

“You went quiet on me, bae. Do you like it?’’ You were snapped out of your nasty little reverie.

“Do I like it? Babe, you look so fucking mouthwatering right now. I don’t know if I’m going to be able to make the drive all the way to yours.”

Flirting sensually, you leaned your upper body into the camera and let your breasts spill out of your tank top for your man’s viewing pleasure.

You didn’t miss how Ony raised an eyebrow and bit down on his lower lip, pausing before he continued,

“To mine? Oh, we’re not going to mine, baby girl. I made a reservation for us at the Waldorf Astoria in Buckhead.” 

Leaning back out of the camera frame, you made your perfectly arched eyebrows jump while bringing a hand to your mouth to chew on the tip of one of your baby blue stiletto nails.

“You did, babe? That’s so sweet of you, I can’t-”

Before you could finish your sentence, you heard a loud car horn honk from outside.

“Ony!! I didn’t know you were damn near almost here; why didn’t you say something, boy?!”

Tossing the phone onto the bed, you hurriedly gathered the rest of your things and shoved them into the bag before zipping it up. Your slides were on the side of your bed, so you slipped your matching pedicured toes into them and grabbed your keys off your nightstand.

“Hey, who you think you raising yo voice at, huh? Be good for me and come on outside, baby.”

—-

After climbing into the passenger seat of Ony’s navy blue BMW X5, he shut the door behind you and returned to the driver’s side.

You watched him carefully with slightly lidded eyes as he put his hand on the back of your headrest and backed out of the driveway.

Ony could feel you burning a hole in the side of his head, which made him bite his bottom lip again and send you a furtive glance while he drove through Atlanta traffic.

“What’s up, mama? Why you keep on staring at me?”

He knew good and damn well why you were staring at him.

You knew that he knew, because of the little smirk that formed at the corner of his plump lips as he held onto your thigh with his right hand and drove with his left hand holding the middle of the steering wheel.

The ride was leisurely, as all you had to do was sit there and look pretty, one leg propped up over the other as you scrolled through your TikTok feed. 

Ony moved his hand from your thigh to your foot, slipping your slide off and rubbing the sole of your foot.

“Oh! Babe…”

He just let out a soft hum of acknowledgment before turning into the parking lot of Seasons 52. 

Since Ony had made a reservation, you didn't have to wait long before a waitress came out to direct you both to your table.

This isn’t your first time coming here, but you still marvel at how everything on the menu constantly shifts and changes, yet always manages to always taste so delicious.

The salmon that you ordered was roasted to perfection; the potatoes just melted in your mouth and the green beans had just the right amount of crunch. 

Dinner conversation was fruitful, full of talks about your plans for university and Ony of the new investments that he was planning to make.

He held your free hand in his and rubbed his thumb over your knuckles while he sipped his wine and listened to you talk. 

His cocoa-brown eyes shined with love and admiration for you as you excitedly spilled about all of the classes that you’d be taking during the upcoming semester.

After you finished your dinner, Ony called for the waitress so he could pay then the two of you left with him guiding you by the small of your back to his car.

—-

Once you checked into your suite, Ony was on you like white on rice.

His large hands gripped you up, fondling your voluptuous ass cheeks while he repeatedly slotted his lips over yours in hot kisses filled with longing and need.

The cold links of his watch against your exposed lower back made a shiver race down your spine as you slowly lowered yourself to your knees in front of him. 

Ony looked down at you, meeting your big, brown doe eyes; immediately his dick began to harden in his slacks.

“Nuh uh, we don’t have time for that right now, baby. I have another plan for yo sexy ass.” 

He swatted away the hand that reached for his belt buckle and pulled you up by your bicep.

The suite Ony booked was almost as big as your entire damn apartment: two bedrooms, a spacious living area, a kitchenette (that was too big to be considered a kitchenette), and two bathrooms, both fitted with walk-in showers and whirlpool tubs.

Your nails clawed at the pressed cotton of his white dress shirt as he backed both of you up into the nearest bedroom. The motion-sensor lamps clicked on as soon as you stepped over the threshold, bathing both of you in a sensual, amber glow.

The curtain to the in-suite balcony was pulled back revealing the beautiful Buckhead cityscape below you, along with a navy sky full of bright, twinkling stars.

Ony began unbuttoning his shirt, tugging it free from where it was tucked into his pants as he finally allowed you to grab his belt and begin unbuckling it.

“Somebody’s impatient..” He chuckled as you yanked it from the loops and threw it across the room.

Once he was shirtless and you were down to your panties, he scooped you up and carried you over to the window.

“Wait, Onyankopon, what do you think you’re doing??”

He didn’t answer, but instead unlocked the glass door leading out to the balcony and stepped outside with you clinging to him.

The slightly cool breeze from the evening air whipped against your naked skin and made you press yourself further into Ony, who cradled your chin and brought your mouth back to his to give you another breathtaking kiss.

“I remember you saying that you wanted to try some different things, so here’s your opportunity, baby. Now turn around and grab that rail for me.”

His big hand went to the fly of his pants for him to unzip them and tug them down. He pulled a condom out of his pocket and began sliding it over his hard dick.

Just as you were about to do as you were told, you could hear faint chatter from below: a couple of floors below, there was a group of men and women seated at a round table out on their balcony, having drinks.

“Ony, there’s people out here - what if they see me?” Bashfully, your hands flew to cover your naked breasts. 

As you were leaning down to look at the other guests, Ony rubbed his dick between your ass cheeks, bumping it against your clit. A soft moan left your lips and your eyes almost closed before you remembered what you were supposed to be doing.

“They won’t see you, baby. They might hear you, though.” 

You heard that damn smirk in his voice, but soon you forgot all about anyone hearing once Ony grabbed your panties with one finger and ripped the flimsy material off of you, flinging it aside.

“Oh, babe!”

A loud moan was pulled from you as your boyfriend pushed the head of his dick into your opening. Your hands flew forward and you took a tight hold of the balcony’s railing as Ony started pounding you swiftly from the back.

The sounds of your ass colliding with his hips were loud throughout the silent night, so if those people were just really listening they’d easily be able to tell what the two of you were doing.

One tiny hand with those baby blue nails fell free from the rail and grabbed at Ony’s veiny forearm for leverage; his thrusts had your entire body quivering already. 

Soon enough, long scratches began to cover his arm as you tried your best to hold onto him.

You looked up at him and could feel him grow harder inside of you from the visual: fat ass bouncing back on him, braids shaking free from your bun, and your mascara beginning to run.

“Hm, what?” He licked his lips again but didn’t slow his pace as he just looked back into your misty eyes. “What is it, baby? Too much for ya?”

“Ony, I’m…” You trailed off as he suddenly picked you up underneath your thighs, his forearms resting in the creases of your knees.

“I didn’t tell you to let go of that damn rail.”

“ONYANKOPON!”

“And you were worried about somebody hearing you.” He laughed and bent you in half, still jackhammering away as you bumped and jostled against his body, 

Your upper half is now bent over the railing as the wind picks up and whips your hair across your face.

“Onyankopon, I’m going to fall!” 

“I won’t let you fucking fall, girl. Got too many muscles to let you fall.”

He grunted and locked his arms around your thighs, heavy balls slapping against your ass with loud, wet smacks.

“Hold the fucking rail, and hold that nut, too. I’m almost there. Gunna cum for you, baby; just hold still for me.”

Ony grabbed your hair up into a ponytail to pull it out of your face and also to yank your head back so he could whisper in your ear.

“You see that shit, baby? See those city lights beaming so fucking bright for you as I fuck your tight little pussy open?”

“Ohh, oh God! Yes, baby, I see them! Fuck, I see them!”

“You cumming?”

“YES! Yes, I’m cumming, oh my God! I’m cumming, baby!”

“Let it go then, baby. Go ahead and cum for ‘The Great One’*”

After that, you were done.

Your release washed over you like a wave; luckily Onyankopon was holding onto you or you might’ve actually flipped head-first over that balcony.

You both moaned each others’ names as your orgasm triggered his, bodies bathed in the pale moonlight of the night, surrounded by nothing but the stars and your love for one another.

—-

After that first round on the balcony, Onyankopon took you back into the room and the two of you went at it in nearly every area of the large presidential suite.

He even took you again in the shower before he washed you both off, wrapped you in a towel, and brought you over to the bed, wrapping you up in the covers.

“I love you, Y/N…my shining star..” Was the last thing you heard before you drifted off into dreamland, nothing but sweet thoughts of your handsome man on your mind.

—--

a/n: *Onyankopon means ’God’ in the Ghanian language and ‘The Great One’ in Ashanti mythology, referring to the Sky God.

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My suggestion for the monsterfucker event; oni!reader, and scholar Zandik - him slowly getting fascinated by the new enrolled student, horns, fangs, and those strange markings on his body, wanting to see them up close, intrigue slowly turning into lust, as he thinks about his sheer size, and the use for those horns on his head.. [heheee.. handlesss..] - 🩹

⤷ New Student ✝︎ AMAB Oni Reader x Akademiya Dottore > Monster Luvrs Event

Vincent’s ramblings ଳ I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. I got massive writers block and wasn’t sure how to continue it 😭😭 m sorry if this is messy i just really wanted to get this out

featuring; Akademiya Dottore, Dottore is called Zandik, size difference, horn and hair pulling, biting, amab reader, a.nal fingering and penetration, you put Dottore into a mating press, belly bulge, Let me know if I missed anything!!

Zandik had heard of you briefly, you were a new student at the Akademiya, transferring from some Inazuman school after Zandik’s first year. None of that he cared for. None of the rumors about your intellect or how kind you were was anything that piqued his interest, it wasn’t until he saw you for himself that he latched on.

You were an oni, a creature mentioned in history books and occasionally brought up in textbooks, a feared creature that few had the chance to study and Zandik had the chance to see one in the flesh? Oh, he was ecstatic.

Zandik observed you from afar, jotting down notes about your mannerisms and appearance, never once actually speaking to you. No, number one rule of studying a creature was to make sure you didn’t disturb their natural environment, that’s how he’d excused his borderline stalking, not that he cared if anyone had something to say about his behavior.

Then he just had to be paired with you for a project.

Some stupid environmental research that involved studying local plants, he didn’t really care, all Zandik was worried about was you. Being in such close proximity with a stranger was nerve wracking for anyone, but to be stuck with the guy Zandik’s been studying like an animal for the last month was a bit anxiety inducing. His main worry was you’d want to transfer classes, meaning he’d no longer have easy access to you, sure he could find out your schedule easily but that would be such a hassle and would tear him away from his other projects.

But, surprisingly, you didn’t seem to mind his behavior. If anything you found it… cute? Something about this snarky and rude boy being so obsessed with you was amusing. You’d quickly caught on to why he was always staring at you and why you’d seem to catch him everywhere you went and rather than being weirded out you just accepted your little admirer.

Zandik had cursed himself over and over for was the fact he had actually grown to enjoy your attention, more than he would like to admit. There was a constant warmth that spread across his body whenever you were around, anytime you’d lean over him to grab something he would become keenly aware of your size and he couldn’t help but fantasize about you manhandling him, or whenever you’d smile or laugh and show your sharp canines and Zandik could only imagine what it would feel like to have them puncture his pale skin, it was beginning to become an hinderance from how often he caught himself having filthy fantasies about you.

You, of course, caught onto this and only teased him for it. You’d catch how his observations became something closer to ogling and you’d make some snarky comment, laughing as Zandik’s face grew bright red while he cursed at you, trying to protect his crumbling pride. Several times would you purposely lean close to Zandik, allow him to feel your breathing against him when you leaned down to his height or watch him grow tense from your body pressing against his.

He was just too cute to tease!

You now found yourself in Zandik’s dorm room, wearing only a pair or shorts as he circled around you, taking notes on all the inhuman traits you hid beneath your uniform. You smiled down st Zandik as he cautiously leaned forward, gaze tracing the markings that trailed down your stomach until they disappeared under the hem of your shorts.

Zandik’s gaze stayed trained on your hips until you laughed, a pretty pink coating his cheeks. “Curious?” You purposely spoke in a low, almost sultry, tone, loving how Zandik’s face grew more and more red, his eyes flicking to anything but you. “God damnit, take this seriously!” Zandik struggled to look you in the eyes, feeling impossibly small under your teasing gaze. “Just—“ Zandik waved his hands in the air trying to form his thoughts into words before his hands settled at his sides.

He stared at the ground for a moment before motioning to his desk chair, “Sit down.” You of course obliged, pulling the chair out and sitting down, watching as Zandik rifled through a unorganized drawer attached to his desk. “Move your hair out of the way, I want to take a look at your horns.” Nodding you pushed your hair back, smiling at Zandik as he leaned forward.

Zandik’s hands carefully felt your horns up and down, they were long, much longer than he expected. He felt his face hear up at the filthy thoughts filling his mind, unconsciously curling his fingers around your horns. They were easy to grab, would you feel it if he pulled on them? “Careful,” Zandik glanced down to meet your gaze, grip tightening around your horns. “Ah, they’re sensitive—“ Zandik experimentally tugged on your horn, eyes going wide as you lurched forward, your large body seeming weightless as you followed his weak tug, a low groan escaping your lips.

Zandik ripped his hands away from your horns, crossing his arms as he watched you recover. “This is no time for fooling around [Name]—!” Zandik clamped his mouth shut at the glare you shot him, feeling both himself and his ego shrivel as you stood to your full height.

You stared down at him with something he didn’t recognize, something different from the teasing shine you always had or the analytical gaze you held whenever researching, something that made warmth pool in Zandik’s abdomen and an uncomfortable tent form in his pants.

You kneeled down to Zandik’s height, gaze flicking down before up at Zandik again, you saw— “You like this?” Your large hands settled on Zandik’s hips, the only thought on his mind was how fucking big your were and how aware he was of it. “You like it when I look down at you?” Zandik nodded weakly, shivering when you placed a gentle kiss to his neck. “I’ve spent so long trying to figure out what makes you tick,” Your hands slipped under Zandik’s shirt, thumbs brushing over his hardening nipples. “Try to figure out what arouses you.” You bit down on Zandik’s neck, making him hiss in pain then shiver when you lapped at the blood beginning to spill from the fresh wound.

You pulled away, taking one hand and wiping blood and drool from your lips before resting it on Zandik’s hip. “So tell me, what do you want?” Zandik gripped your shoulders, how long had you been studying him? Were you trying to figure him out from the start? What did you want? Zandik couldn’t bring himself to ponder these thoughts anymore, none of these questions mattered, not now, not with how you were looking at him. “I— I want to study you, I want to know everything about you…” Zandik rested his hands on yours, “I want you, I want you as a person.” You smiled, a big toothy grin, something Zandik could tell was genuine. “Good answer.” With that you leaned forward, mashing your lips against Zandik’s. He stumbled back, held up by only your hands harshly gripping his hips.

Zandik let out a yelp when your slid your hands to rest on his ass, squeezing the skin beneath his pants, a low chuckle rising from your throat. You pulled away from the kiss, slowly standing and lifting Zandik with you, the man wrapping his legs around your waist and hands secured around your neck. You barely gave Zandik a moment to process what was happening before you pushed him against the closest wall, roughly biting and sucking on his neck, occasionally kissing him when you’d draw blood, Zandik groaning at the taste of his own blood on your lips. His uniform was ruined, not like he cared.

Zandik clawed at your back, the position you had him hurt, it wasn’t long before Zandik was begging you to move somewhere more comfortable. You looked around the room, walking over to his bed and sitting down, You laid Zandik down onto his bed then you sat over his legs, “Let me know if I’m moving to fast, alright?” Zandik nodded slowly, gaze trained on your hands resting on his hips. Chuckling, you pulled the pants of Zandik’s uniform, as well as his boxers. You held Zandik’s cock carefully in your fingers, smearing the pre already oozing from his tip. “Excited?” You cooed, leaning down and pressing your lips against the base of Zandik’s dick. He groaned at the feeling, instinctively pushing his hips into the air.

Carefully, you began to pepper kisses up Zandik’s shaft, making him release airy moans. You brought your free hand to Zandik’s lips, “I need you to suck, can you do that?” You spoke softly, Zandik giving you a look of confusion before opening his mouth. His face contorted up at the feeling of your fingers prodding at his tongue. “I’m sure you’d rather me use your spit as lube than go in with nothing.” At your words Zandik relaxed, your hand jerking him off also washing a hazy feeling of pleasure over his body.

When you thought your fingers were effectively covered you pulled them from Zandik’s mouth, sitting up and prodding at Zandik’s hole. “Ready?” You glanced up at Zandik, seeing his already glassy eyes slowly focus on you. He nodded, pushing his hips against your fingers. You laughed at him, slowly pushing one finger in while still slowly stroking Zandik’s dick.

You pushed a second finger in, Zandik groaning when you pushed against his prostate. “You’re doing good.” Zandik barely processed your words, so focused on the unfamiliar pleasure you gave him. You took your hand from Zandik’s cock to prop yourself up, kissing Zandik as you began to thrust your fingers in and out of him. Zandik whined as you continually pushed your fingers against his sensitive spots, almost screaming when you pushed a third finger in.

You cooed at him, peppering kisses across his face as you set an even pace. Suddenly, you jabbed your fingers into Zandik’s prostate, massaging it and pulling sweet moans from him. Zandik’s hands clawed at your back as you continued to abuse the same spot. His voice began to feel sore from how much he was crying out, unsure if he wanted to push you away or push your fingers in further.

Pulling your fingers from Zandik’s hole you watched in amusement as he clenched around nothing, Zandik begging you to put them back in. He felt so empty, the cold air of his room hitting his body and making him tremble beneath you. Leaning down, you placed a kiss on Zandik’s temple, pulling down the loose shorts you wore and stroking your cock, humming as you became fully hard.

You pulled away from Zandik and lined up the tip of your cock with Zandik’s hole. Zandik let out a small gasp at your size, clenching his teeth as your tip pressed against him. Part of him wanted to beg you to just put it in already, but another side of Zandik made him want to shrivel up beneath you, everything about you to so big. He couldn’t help but also note the markings running down your body also formed a straight line along the underside of your cock.

You slowly pushed your hips forward, Zandik clawing at his bed sheets as your dick forced its way into his hole. “Let me know if it’s too much.” You spoke so softly, hands massaging Zandik’s hips as you pushed yourself deeper into him. Zandik groaned as your tip brushed against his sweet spot, back arching in an unconscious attempt to feel more of you. He could feel you stretching his insides, forcing his body to make from for you. Every time he thought you had all of your length in he’d glance down and make the sweetest whine, seeing you still pushing more in.

Eventually your pelvis made contact with Zandik, his breath heavy as you allowed him to adjust to your full length. Looking down he could see the fat bulge im his stomach from you, seeing it glide under his skin when you’d adjust yourself. His hands rested over the bulge, a look of childlike wonder across his face as he felt the lump. How deep really were you inside of him?

You placed your hand over Zandik’s, drawing his attention back to you. “Am I good to move?” Zandik stared at you for a moment, his bright red eyes teary from the previous pain of you stretching him. He nodded slowly, a groan spilling from his lips when you began to thrust in and out of him.

Your pace was almost agonizingly slow, you didn’t want to hurt Zandik! He seemed to small beneath you, hands barely able to completely cover the bulge forming on his tummy anytime you’d fully sheath yourself within him. Zandik hiccuped, tears beginning to well in his eyes. His voice was uneven, desperation evident in his eyes as he begged you to move faster, to pound into his hole.

And who were you to say no?

Zandik wasn’t entirely sure how it happened, how he found himself tugging on your horns, head thrown back as you harshly pounded into him. You had Zandik’s legs thrown over your shoulders, his knees almost making contact with his own shoulders.

Zandik was screaming. He didn’t care if anyone could hear through the thin walls of his dorm, all he cared about was how good you made him feel. The feeling of your fat cock dragging against his walls was dizzying, how you’d groan and bite Zandik’s shoulder as you dumped another load into him. He was addicted. He couldn’t help but pull on your horns just to drag another moan from you, getting you excited just so you’d fuck him more.

He wasn’t sure how long you’d been fucking him, how many times either of you came. Zandik didn’t care, he really didn’t. His only thought was how badly he needed you to keep fucking him dumb.

You slammed your hips against Zandik, spilling more of your cum into his already overflowing hole. Zandik groaned at the feeling, grip tightening on your horns. “Fhuuck—“ Zandik squeezed his eyes shut as his own orgasm was pulled from him. “Hahh, s-shit…” Zandik swallowed thickly as he came down from his high, legs trembling atop your shoulders.

You leaned down and kissed him, hands cupping Zandik’s face so gently. Pulling away you sat up, adjusting Zandik so he was no longer folded in half. Going to pull out, Zandik wrapped his legs around you, keeping you close to him. “Don’t.” Zandik’s voice was hoarse, gaze trained on where the two of you were connected.

“Just… stay here…”

You stared at Zandik for a moment before shrugging and laying over Zandik. You felt him wrap his arms around you, pressing his face into your shoulder. You hummed, grabbing Zandik’s hips and rolling over onto your back, a small yelp escaping Zandik. “Did this help with your research?” Your tone was teasing as you smirked at Zandik. He didn’t give you a response for a bit, just keeping his face pressed against your chest. Then, he spoke, so softly you almost didn’t hear him.

“I’ll need to… see more before I can come to a conclusion.”

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