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About me .✦ ݁˖
𑣲⋆ im oreo •ᴗ• Im 21, black & hawaiian and im a leo!
𑣲⋆ I loooove the color pink and sanrio, its been my thing since i was a kid and will forever love it
𑣲⋆ I definitely love anime, cod and gaming and im very simple....LMAO
Possessive!Gaz who either, one: ends up dating such a soft and sweet girl or the independent girl who he helps learn to be soft on the inside.
He’s the type of man who will blow up your phone if your location is off till you pick up, and when you decide to pick up he’s still very calm and collected, “My love?”
“Talk to me.”
And you can hear the turn signal on, bad sliding at the car he’s in moves, “I just noticed you turned off your location… are you okay? You at home?”
You bite, “‘M perfect actually, exactly where I’m supposed to be. just minding my business… are you?”
Your boyfriend lets out a laugh you just can hear doesn’t reach his eyes, “You are a funny girl sweetheart, my business is your business though. ‘Nd that includes your location, please joke with someone else, yeah?”
“Sheesh Garrick, you’re no fun.”
“Not about this, ‘m not. Let’s chat when I get home, hm?”
Possessive!Gaz doesn’t like miscommunication, it’s no running off or avoiding conversation for long. He’s always sat next to you, with your hands in his, doesn’t even like the idea of going to bed angry.
How devious can possessive!Gaz be, can be the perfect man in the room, all smiles and jokes, long as he can keep a hand on you, a mere touch, his eyes on you, behind him, beside him, in front of him (preferably). Doesn’t mind faking a smile or two, maybe three, and then drilling his cock into you from the back.
One hand on the curve of your arched back, the other gripping your curls, as you sob his name again, making you fuck yourself again this veiny cock that wast stretching you out. Every slow clap! of your ass smacking against his pelvis while you ease yourself down his length over and over, jaw slack every time you feel his cockhead smooch you’re sticky sweet spot.
“Come on baby,” he lets out a low grunt, curved length pounding i into you that has you mewling so loud your neighbors can hear, taking his time making sure you feel every inch. Hearing every squelch, “Show me how much I belong to you, grippin me so tight.”
Your nails claw at the back of his thighs, bouncing down on his cock hard you feel a snap pull in your stomach, your pussy spasming around his girth.
You head lulls to the side, pushing at his thighs to let up but the man only grinds deep inside you, gloves of your ass pancakes against him, you practically squeal his name “Kyleee.”
“Not gonna be enough with just that lovie, gotta make mess on it.”
He fucks into you rough, arm snacked around your waist now, plucking your hair a little harder, louder moans irrupting from your mouth. His balls smacking against your slippery cunt with every thrust, Kyle lets out a raspy drawl, “Hah- had me- fuck mm- me ‘f all people smilin as they talked to you. Tried t’ get close to you like they- thaaaats it sweet girl- they know you like I do. Was on my best behavior for you wasn’t I?”
Kyle fics your ass a harsh smack that makes you jolt, “[+]?”
“Yes!” You yelp out, almost toppling over till he drags his cock out, till his weeping tip it in, “Need my reward darlin, tell me [+].”
“‘S mine,” you bite your lip to hold in another aggressive moan, hips swiveling down, his hard on massaging your walls just right, “Fuck it’s all mine Kyle, mine!”
You can feel his smirk against your ear, rutting his cock back into you fast, you’re creaming around him, he fucks you through it, till his cock is nuzzled deep inside you, spurts of his cum filling your tummy, “That’s my greedy girl, my gooood girl.”
guys LETSSSS make this very clear, I dont steal 😭 I am fully inspired by @tojisteddy , even when i first started blogging on tumblr until i created smth for me and her meanie! concept is delicious... i think i made a post saying I was gonna use it prior to using it then just forgot to tag her LIKE I NEED YALL TO KEEP UP PLEASE
✰ as if degrading like you did something wrong wasnt enough...meanie!emobf!geto had to fuck you like he hated you
cw: genital piercings.
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"S-sugu please f-fuckngh-" Foot on your head, hands held together behind you, absolutely drilling into you like he had some fucking purpose of ruining his baby like this.
"Don't 'sugu please' me. Been bitchin' at me all day and now you cant take dick?" Hips slamming into your ass. His heavy balls smacking into your pierced clit. Smacking your ass till it burned numb. "You not a dumb slut, right baby?"
You couldnt even get proper words out. Slurred and drolling. He moved his leg and had to press your hips down into the mattress. Fucking you into the mattress with your combined pre stretching in between the two of you where you connected.
I mean who did he think he was? Your daddy? oh. he is.
Pulling of you of you suddenly. "Asked you a fucking question, mama. Pretty brain ain't got nothin in it but my cock huh?" Tip angry and red with that delicious reverse prince albert piercing shining. Small bar just covered in your juices, stopping your moans turning them into desperate whines at the loss. "Uhhuhhh~" Pulling you up by your hair, licking up all your spit and tears.
His tounge bar cool against your hot skin.
fucking freak.
"All i do for you and you cant thank me properly?" He flipped you over in missionary letting his heavy cock sit right on your used hole while he held your legs up from the back of your knees with one hand and thumb of his other free hand played with your pierced clit.
You whined and cried for it to be inside. "Thank you daddy, im sorry!" He smirked at you. Messily kissing you while muttering "Good fucking girl." Going right back to fucking you without some damn sense. Watching your facial expressions. Smacking your ass from wherever he could. "Oh my fuck- geto!.."
The piercing rubbed your spot so nice you forgot how many times it made you squirt tonight. He never let up. Spraying his neat happy trail as he looked at you moaning without a thought in your head.
"Want me to cum all inside right? Not gonna let a drop spill out?"
You nodded. Didnt know what he said but you nodded with teary eyes from overstimulation. "Words mama—smack—you got a mouth, talk to me." His hips lost its rhythm but he kept drilling. His balls tightening. "Yes promise daddy—fuck!"
His hand patted your face a little hard but not hard enough to hurt. "G-Good.." He looked at where you both were connected and watched himself cum all over your velvety walls. Groaning as your tight walls kept him inside and looked at you. Leaning down and rubber your cheeks free of tears.
"Didnt go too hard did i?"
"No i liked it, sugu."
"Good..now lets get you washed up and a nap ready, yeah?"
mean dadbf toji mean dadbf toji mean dadbf toji mean dadbf toji mean dadbf toji mean dadbf toji mean dadbf toji mean dadbf toji mean dadbf toji PLEASE ilysm ur the only person who writes this kink in a non incel creep way
Bro this is taking me DOWNNNN😭☠️☠️😭 I’ll write it one of these days, hopefully tomorrow I can post the step dad!toji smut tho
Chef!Ghost is head chef at his own restaurant, tasting and preparing dishes, telling off workers when needed, ordering supplies— Ghost does it all.
Chef!Ghost who only does in person interviews, no cameras either, right in his kitchen, during service. He doesn’t care for the hype or getting 3 million likes on social media, he wants people to come in, enjoy the atmosphere, the rock music playing during the day, Jazz at night— and then the warm and filling food that will make anybody melt as soon as it touches their tongues. Simon Riley’s, “secret ingredient” that everyone raves over.
“And what exactly could that be?” The interviewer asks, anticipatingly.
And he hums, an ends of his eyes crinkling a deep but light chuckle coming from his lips as he sautés a pan of vegetables, “A bit ‘f fuckin love, innit?”
Incomes waiter!reader who isn’t really supposed to be in the kitchen per say— you so badly want to be a pastry chef. But culinary school needs to be paid off, so you’re working at Ghost Restaurant (lol stupid name, walk with me). But at the restaurant theres no real deserts, just some cookies and a bit of ice cream, “Cause we have to,” one of his sous chef’s, Donny, laughs.
Waiter!reader who, after bribing Donny, got to bring a nicely made chiffon cake to go along with family meal. And the icing, blue is a bit messy. It’s not perfectly done and it’s pretty obvious, but theres some open star piping on it, a few white and yellow cute flowers too. Everyone’s raving about it, from the waiters to dishwashers to the line cooks— and then a nice slice is saved off for Ghost.
“You.” He points to one mid shift, two days later, simply says, motioning you away from the ticket station and to the back of the restaurant.
You’re more than nervous, clearly you must’ve pissed him off, desserts aren’t needed at the restaurant, and to turn family meal into a cake tasting. To Top it off you definitely dropped a couple plates this month. You’re smoked.
“You can make a marble cake, yeah?” Is what he first asks when the back door closes.
You take a glance around the mess of the office, gulp down whatever fear is in you, “I-I can try.”
“Good. Bring me a slice your next shift.”
And it’s as simple as that, he goes back in the building, after plucking your forehead, leaving you rubbing your skin and confused.
did you bring the cake? Of course you did. You want to keep your job. You bring the cake two days later, in an old Tupperware container, a light glaze atop the the dessert, heart pounding out of your chest. And he takes a fork (he has those stashed on him) and takes a bit of your cake. He grunts in satisfaction, then hands you a hot plate of food.
“Eat.”
Was this some sort of trade off? Who knows, but if it meant you could eat on the clock, maybe it was for the best.
Stay with me here. its been on my mind for a while. only a week.
Something about the way Mechanic!Soap is working on your car that has you standing in the doorway of your garage.
Shirtless, covered in grim and oil. Hair all wet from the sweat. Youve watched him go through atleast 4 different hair styles in the past 7 months. Buzzcut. Head of hair. Mohawk..
but your favorite? That fucking mullet.
Sweating from the forehead to the v-line just behind his jeans. His happy trail drenched in it.
He looked up at you, noticing you watching him. He tossed his towel over his shoulderand gave you that cheeky ass smile you fell in love with since you met him.
"Ye eyeing me doon lik' yi'll waant a bite o' me, bonny."
You walked over to him and wore nothing but a tank top and shorts. Maybe you did it on purpose. just to fuck with him.
"And if i do?"
"Youre trying tae mak' me lose it ?"
"Maybe."
Mechanic!Soap who has you on your back, knees pressed to your tits and drilling himself in your soppy cunt even if your sobbing and moaning about how you cant take yet you take him so beautifully.
"Och c'moan darlin', ye kin gimme anither yin."
Youre just a moaning mess. Youre looking up at him as his leaky tip is giving your cervix suction cup kisses and causing your eyes to go crossed. Your curls just sprawled out on the pillow underneath you as he takes one hand to choke you. Not too tight to cut off air, but enough to make you focus.
"Ye gonnae answer me or continue tae tak' it dumb?"
"I—hnng—cant take it! Johnny!"
You felt your orgasm approaching again. 4th? 6th? 9th time tonight? Who's counting, really. Your getting fucked stupid and can barely see right. You couldnt even count right if he asked.
He takes his thumb and rubs your aching and swollen pearl. Causing you to scream and have your back arch up and squirt all over him and clench down on him for what hes worth.
"Thare we—hah—fucking go. Gie it tae me, bonny."
Both of his hands fell on both sides of your head. Your moaning erratic. Hes panting like a dog while giving you harder thrusts. His happy trail bumping against your clit. Watching your tits bounce as he fucked you.
"Gonnae mak' ye a mother..youd lik' that wouldnt ye, bonny?"
You nodded without hearing what he actually said. Whatever it was, you wanted it. You needed it.
Mechanic!Soap who pumps you full, letting those white ropes fill you to the brim.
Mechanic!Soap who slowly pulls out but keeps his tip in so you dont leak him out. Grabbing feminine wipes and a towel from the dresser to clean you off. Giving you sweet kisses while giving you sweet aftercare. He pulled out your jar of vaseline.
"Sae ye dinnae git hurt efter."
He put a towel underneath you and pulled out. Putting the vaseline over your clit where his happy trail was rubbing against. (Highly recommended btw.)
Just because he fucks you like an animal doesnt mean he would have you hurting after.
Mechanic!Soap who cuddled you in bed till you fell asleep. rubbing the beautiful brown skin on your back and give your head kisses.
"Gonnae mairie ye. Mak' ye a mither 'n' bade wi' ye forever.."
One kiss. Two kiss.
"Mah bonny lassie. A loue ye tae th' end. Whilk wont be comin' anytime soon."
Stay with me here. its been on my mind for a while. only a week.
Something about the way Mechanic!Soap is working on your car that has you standing in the doorway of your garage.
Shirtless, covered in grim and oil. Hair all wet from the sweat. Youve watched him go through atleast 4 different hair styles in the past 7 months. Buzzcut. Head of hair. Mohawk..
but your favorite? That fucking mullet.
Sweating from the forehead to the v-line just behind his jeans. His happy trail drenched in it.
He looked up at you, noticing you watching him. He tossed his towel over his shoulderand gave you that cheeky ass smile you fell in love with since you met him.
"Ye eyeing me doon lik' yi'll waant a bite o' me, bonny."
You walked over to him and wore nothing but a tank top and shorts. Maybe you did it on purpose. just to fuck with him.
"And if i do?"
"Youre trying tae mak' me lose it ?"
"Maybe."
Mechanic!Soap who has you on your back, knees pressed to your tits and drilling himself in your soppy cunt even if your sobbing and moaning about how you cant take yet you take him so beautifully.
"Och c'moan darlin', ye kin gimme anither yin."
Youre just a moaning mess. Youre looking up at him as his leaky tip is giving your cervix suction cup kisses and causing your eyes to go crossed. Your curls just sprawled out on the pillow underneath you as he takes one hand to choke you. Not too tight to cut off air, but enough to make you focus.
"Ye gonnae answer me or continue tae tak' it dumb?"
"I—hnng—cant take it! Johnny!"
You felt your orgasm approaching again. 4th? 6th? 9th time tonight? Who's counting, really. Your getting fucked stupid and can barely see right. You couldnt even count right if he asked.
He takes his thumb and rubs your aching and swollen pearl. Causing you to scream and have your back arch up and squirt all over him and clench down on him for what hes worth.
"Thare we—hah—fucking go. Gie it tae me, bonny."
Both of his hands fell on both sides of your head. Your moaning erratic. Hes panting like a dog while giving you harder thrusts. His happy trail bumping against your clit. Watching your tits bounce as he fucked you.
"Gonnae mak' ye a mother..youd lik' that wouldnt ye, bonny?"
You nodded without hearing what he actually said. Whatever it was, you wanted it. You needed it.
Mechanic!Soap who pumps you full, letting those white ropes fill you to the brim.
Mechanic!Soap who slowly pulls out but keeps his tip in so you dont leak him out. Grabbing feminine wipes and a towel from the dresser to clean you off. Giving you sweet kisses while giving you sweet aftercare. He pulled out your jar of vaseline.
"Sae ye dinnae git hurt efter."
He put a towel underneath you and pulled out. Putting the vaseline over your clit where his happy trail was rubbing against. (Highly recommended btw.)
Just because he fucks you like an animal doesnt mean he would have you hurting after.
Mechanic!Soap who cuddled you in bed till you fell asleep. rubbing the beautiful brown skin on your back and give your head kisses.
"Gonnae mairie ye. Mak' ye a mither 'n' bade wi' ye forever.."
One kiss. Two kiss.
"Mah bonny lassie. A loue ye tae th' end. Whilk wont be comin' anytime soon."
Now, he wasnt a soft man, no. Rough. Scars, sick mind, bad past and with a cold look that would have anyone sit on their ass and shut up.
But when it came to you? His doll. How could he be that way to you when you look at him with the sweetest look in your eyes and just love him for who he was? Answer? he couldnt and he wont.
"You know i love you right?"
He looked at you. You said it a million and one times over but it just doesnt seem real how he had you for over 7 years and married for 2. It always just seems to sound better everytime he heard it from you, cause thats what you do.
AfroLatino!connie x Spoiled!reader (Idk what AU but hey!)
a/n: & to think, @tojisteddy told me to post instead of procrastinating, yall better say "thank you teddy" in the comments bc...this would've sat in my drafts for a while.
yall i just love seeing this man, but i hope yall love it as much as i did writing for yall. ♡
cw: Fluff, oral f & m! receiving, Cum eating (cause you and con is a nasty couple), fingering, mentions of weed, unprotected (no bs, wrap it.), Pussy slapping, rough sex, english and spanish talking, sweet sweet aftercare, spitting, no use of y/n (cause i hate ts!), Daddy kink, choking.
Enjoy ♡
'I pick peace over problems, cause ion need that shit fuckin' up what I got.'
You and connie? There wasnt a day where you two werent together and you loved it just as much as he did. You two were on facetime currently while he was driving. You laying in the bed in your pink robe set that complimented your melinatedskin so good. looking at him all dolly eyed and pretty.
"Connieeee, how close are you to being home? you been gone for an hour now"
He looked at you in the camera with a slick ass smile that you fuckin melt for, God he just couldnt want to see you again even though he had you all morning and left to get some rolling papers.
"Im comin' mama, I got side tracked cause I ran into my boys at the store, invited us to a party."
You never associated with his friends. Not that they were bad or anything, you just got a weird vibe from some of them. You liked armin, jean and ony..eren was a bit rough around the edges but he was alright.
You sat up with a sigh and scratched your head, getting up to the bathroom to look in the mirror, just to see if you needed any touch ups. Propping your phone up so he can see you. so he can see allllll of you thats his.
"gimmie a lil spin f'me, mama."
And you did, all smiley and sweet, the way your body was just so natural and perfect for him. The way his dick felt suddenly tight in his pants, cause it did as he saw you spin for him in that lingerie set. The way his mind thought of ways you make you his, cause you were in every fucking way. The way he stared at you like he could eat you whole, in which he could...
Never expected him to eat you out like he was mad.
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"Connieee, fuccckkk!" Your moans bounced off thise walls and your legs were over his shoulders and his head was in between your legs, eating you out like he was starved and pissed. He just missed his baby, thats all.
Your hands on his short hair, Back arched and his large hands on your thighs, slowly going up to push your legs back to your chest. "Yea, cmon mama. Look how fuckin-SLAP-she is."
The slap made you whine and nearly sob. You cant even form words right. "So fuckin' pretty." He sat up and slid two of his tatted fingers inside you, finger fucking you like he was on a mission to drive you insane. Fast. Rough. And just fucking nasty. Leaning over you and looking down at you as you moaned out and just looked fucking good.
"Yea? Gonna cum for me [♡] ? Gonna let that pretty pussy squirt for me?"
His words were making your head light. You looked up at him through your individual lashes and blurry eyes as you weakly nodded as your cunt squeezed his fingers for what they're worth. His fingers hitting that oh so fucking good spot inside your warm walls.
"Yes con-fuck-yes yes yes yes-" Your head went back as you reached for his wrist and sprayed that sweet arousal on him. Sweet whiney moans leaving your mouth. He let out a strangled groan and swore he couldve came right there in his pants.
"There you go, baby. Such a good fucking girl f'me. Needa get your right before this party yeah?"
He removed his fingers from the warm walls and held eye contact with you as he sucked them clean..earning a small whine from you and a clench around nothing.
His free hand grabbed you by the throat, squeezing enough to tell you hes the one in control here.
"Open."
You opened your mouth and he spat your own cream and arousal back in your mouth mixed with his spit.
He flipped you over and pushed your back down, slapping your ass as he sat up. "Such a pretty girl." He stood up off the bed and slid his sweats and boxers off. His dick hanging under its own weight. The tip leaking its pre and had veins from the base to the tip.
"Sabes que te quiero, ¿verdad?" He stroked his fat cock as he got on the bed, grabbing your hips from behind. His tatted fingers sinking into the fat of your hips.
"Mhm, i do.."
"Good..imma fuck you like I dont."
He took his tip and rubbed it in between your soppy folds before slowly pushing in, groaning at how wet you were, how your cunt just sucked him in nice and warm. Earning a nice, loud and sweet moan from you.
"oh shit.." was all you could say. What CAN you say to the amount of pleasure he gives you.
"Tan jodidamente apretado.." He pushed your back down and immediately...began to drill the fuck out of your back. Ass clapping against his thighs and you moaned loudly into the pillow beneath you.
"You like that shit? hm? You just looove when im fucking you like this?" You couldnt even answer back. His leaky tip giving your cervix sloppy kisses. This ticked a slight nerve in him..
Now its not that hes annoyed by you, oh he could never... but connie loved when you talked to him, but sometimes his pretty baby just gets lost in pleasure and forgets to speak...
He sat up and slow and half assed strokes, earning a whine from you cause you were right there..jerk.
"Connie-"
Grabbing a pre rolled blunt off the nightstand and his lighter and lit it..he looked at you as he kept stroking your velvety walls and taking a puff from the blunt. You looked back at him with soft moans.
God, the sight was just fucking sexy.
A blunt in his mouth, one tatted hand on your ass. The other holding thr lighter. His head tilted slightly down as his eyes were looking at you. His abs sweaty and glistening, goatee, and his slight muscles on his tatted arms...and his happy trail..was this really your man or-
"You gonna talk to me, [♡]?"
"connie please-"
"I need a yes or a no then, baby.."
He grabbed you by the hair with that one free hand and fucked you with harsh, deep and meaningful thrusts.
"Do." One single harsh thrust, causing a sting to your ass and a loud moan from you . Hitting right on your g-spot and it made you see stars.
"You." SMACK! A slight stick after the smack and thrust, a desperate moan mixed with a scream leaving you as he still held onto that damn blunt. "Connie-!"
"Fucking like it?"
"Yeeees! fuck yes baby im sorry please-"
"Good fucking girl." Then he put the blunt back in the ashtray and grabbed both sides of your hips and fucked you deep. You were gripping the sheet and screaming into the pillows that used to be oh so pretty.
"fuuuuuck, oh fuckk, daddy please-"
You tried to push back on him, trying to give yourself some slack but he grabbed your wrists with one hand and the other came around and grabbed you by the neck. "You gonna take this dick mama.." His balls just slapping your poor clit, its almost a surprise that you didnt sob in pleasure...almost.
"Fuck im finna cum...be a good girl and take that shit, yea?" He gave you a few more good thrusts...faster. Harder.
"Give it to me baby..need y'so bad, daddy."
He couldnt deny his baby, now could he? He gave a deep groan and a sigh. He pressed his hips against your ass and came inside you, long and thick spurts right in your womb, claiming whats his.
His breaths were fast and he closed his eyes for a bit, opening them when he slowly pulled out with a bit of squelching noises.
He turned you around and got you on your hands and knews, his look was a bit softer as he looked down at you.
"Suck me clean yeah?"
You hummed a bit in response, still all fucked out and licked his base tip to the tip and sucked him off until he was all cleaned..even giving him head made your head spin.
He pulled you off slightly and cupped your chin with a pleased sigh.
"You okay, pretty girl? I didnt hurt you did i?"
You looked at him all fucked out. Breathing was off, hair was a mess even though you just got your hair did. Brown skin sticky with sweat and cum. You shook your head no, and he chuckled.
"Vamos, hermoso."
He suddenly picked you up and wrapped your legs around his waist and carried you to the bathroom to run a warm bath and you ended up falling asleep on him in the tub. He admired you as you laid there on his tatted chest.
Oh how he loved you. He rubbed your back and spoke softly to you, as to not wake you.
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"I promise ill marry you one day. Gonna love you in every way you should be loved."
a/n: I literally love connie, hes the cutest....and i got lazy at the end
