moony the princess

ᥫ᭡ toxic!connie enthusiast ᥫ᭡

[moonybug444]

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❦ you can call me moony/moonbug !!

❦ im in my early 20’s !!

❦ african american !! she/her pronouns plz !!

❦ i have no clue how to work this app so plz plz don’t be too mean abt my page ik its kinda funky rn :((

❦ will def be writing mostly drabbles n stuff !! no real fics 4 now (all work will probably just be connie content unless i get a wild hair up my ass)

❦ usually when i write i’m envisioning a fem bimbo reader !!

❦ i’d prefer age in bio if you follow plz plz plz !!

❦ this will be a nsfw blog !! strictly for 18+

❦ feel free to request stuff too !! i’ll do my best to not disappoint

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thx for taking the time to read …

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[moonybug444]

what would you guys like to read from me?

[moonybug444]

and also guys, i know i can’t really control it but i want to make sure everyone that follows me is of age to look at the stuff that i write about, so please try to have an age in bio and please be honest💗

[moonybug444]

i didn’t know how to check the followers on here and when i finally see i have nearly 250!! thank you guys💗 who do you think you’d like me to write for and what about?

[moonybug444]

Queen i love ur stories will you ever do other characters one day? keep writing girl ur killing it

i actually have been working on something for gojo so here it is lol but i didn’t think people wanted other characters! please let me know someone you guys would like me to write for!

you had it comin’

tw: daddy kink / reader is called a brat a lot / gojo ruins an orgasm / ——————————————————————————————————

“y’like it satoru? really?”

gojo looks at you like he’s got stars in his eyes. the second he even sees your pretty frame he was done for.

he had just come in from an entirely too long stressful day of work, the only thing on his mind was you. and of course, like you read his mind, you had a pretty surprise for him

you’re cutely giggling by the time he finally walks over to you, quickly shuffling himself so he sitting on the king size bed and your straddling his long legs.

with a bright smile on his face he demands, “gimme a spin beautiful,” and you happily get up. raising to your tip tip toes and giving him a short yet thorough spin. you’re in a short, pretty, baby blue lingerie set, and paired with the cute little matching bows you topped, he thinks you want him to explode.

when it comes to your husband, it doesn’t take much to get plenty praise from him. in his eyes your perfect. shit, it’s gotten to the point where you wake up in the morning already expecting praise just for opening your pretty eyes.

of course that has its ups and downs though. i mean you’ve always been really, ‘taking cared of’ as you call it, though satoru calls it spoiled. getting everything you’ve wanted since the day you were born without so much as a rebuttal plus satoru’s constant yes’ didn’t do well for you at all. before you were only spoiled, now you’re a full on brat. you never hear the word no out of anyone’s mouth anymore, and when you do, who cares? you know your husbands going to make it happen for you.

gojo cuffs both hands under your ass and grins handsomely.

“look what you do to me, baby.” he looks down at the hard-on in his dress pants, and your eyes follow, practically drooling at the sight.

you feel like your going crazy the longer you look at it, you need it. it’s not like you haven’t had it or anything, you’re fucking yourself on your husbands dick practically every night. which is why your confused when satoru doesn’t make his move like usual. and you’re even more confused when he shoves your hand away from touching him.

your lips curl back when you pout, “satoru…why can’t i—”

“what you think you deserve it all of the sudden?” he takes a deep breath and tries to put on his stern voice. “you really think weeks worth of being a spoiled brat is gonna erase from this, sweetheart?”

yes. most definitely. even satoru knows it can, but he’s realized going easy on you doesn’t get him anywhere. he can’t help it though, you’re as cute as can be. how’s he supposed to just say no to his pretty wife when she’s looking up at him with those perfect doe eyes, those wispy lashes he just adores on her? that big pouty lip and the puffed out cheeks when you start to throw a fit? exactly he can’t. although he figures he’ll at least give it a shot, just to say he tried.

“but—” of course he sees ‘em before they come. those big fat crocodile tears you force out whenever you’re not getting what you want on your timing. “i have been a good girl…! you just don’t even love me—” you go to wipe at your eyes and whine. usually they work, but this time satoru’s putting his foot down.

“nu-uh, no— baby c’mon, we’re not doing this tonight, ok?” he says the kind words though an antagonizing smile shows on his face, which he tries to hide.

he pulls you back on his lap and rubs circles on your back. he speaks to you in a delicate tone when you’ve finally calmed down he speaks to you in a subtle tone.

“what’s been going on, huh?” he fakes a pout. “what’s up with my sweet girl? i just can’t say no to anything these days, just throw a fit.”

your eyebrows are raised when you curl your head into his shoulder like a cat, trying to get on his good side. “m’sorry toru.” you sniffle out a whiney, “i jus’ miss you so much.” when you puff your chest out and start to slowly move your hips against him, you think your older husband starts to listen.

“i know you do pretty girl, but you can’t just—”

“please daddy…can i make it better?” when you say it like that all satoru can look at is your plush tits in that pretty set you’ve got on. all he can pay attention to is your full hips slowly circling his cock.

out the window is his stern attitude when you lay him down and take his clothes off one by one. out the window is you being a spoiled brat the last few weeks. all your husband can think about now is the way you let yourself sink on top of his leaking cock. he thinks all can be forgiven.

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“hah—” you’re still whining as you bounce on his cock, wanting to hear his praise. “m’doin g….good, daddy?” your pussy still dripping from the last load satoru gave you, sucking everything he’s got.

satoru slaps your ass and pants against your tits, mumbling incoherently to himself. he looks up at you bouncing on your tip toes and he feels like he’s gonna faint. he’s never seen something so beautiful, sure of it.

“mygosh, baby…” he tries to grab on to something—your hips, the bed, anything to keep him stable. “can’t keep doing this, ok? n…next time m’putting my foot done.”

yeah, yeah. you give him a cutely whined, ‘k, daddy’ and keep yourself going, trying your best to fuck him good like he does you. your trying your best and your husband knows it. and it’s almost like he reads your mind, because the second you feel your legs grow aches and tired of riding, he flips you onto the edge of the bed.

satoru leans down to fuck his tounge into your mouth when he starts to hear you whine about how its, ‘too much,’ all the sudden. he just can’t get a fucking break from your shit, can he? when he’s not fucking you its, ‘you don’t love me,’ but when he is you can’t take it?fuck that. he feels himself taking deeper stroke when you complain. fucks you harder and harder. you try to push at his lower tummy but he won’t let up—just grabs both of your hands with one of his and holds them above your head.

when your pussy starts to squirt out more of her mess he knows you’re starting to get overstimulated, but he just can’t seem to get himself to care. when you get too fussy all he does is stuff two of his fat fingers in your mouth.

“yeah,” he looks down to see the mix of slick and sweat pooling at the base of his cock every time he pulls away from you. “pussy feels even better when it’s not a fucking brat in my ear.”

drool pools around your mouth when you go to say something. satorus positive it’s something along the lines of, “m’not a brat!” he’s just glad he doesn’t have to hear it.

your clit pulses against his moving fingers and he can tell your there, just a few more strokes and you’d be making another mess.

“you wanna cum, baby?” satoru watches you hurriedly nod and his eyebrows raise, ready to play. he keeps fucking you deeper and deeper and you swear your feel your pussy gradually molding just for his dick.

his cock getting messier by the second, white ring showing every time he pulls in and out of your pussy. as soon as satoru sees your eyes start to roll back, and feels that little pussy let go. he pulls right out.

the whine that escapes from your lips is beyond satisfying, he can barely hold his smile. “wha— ‘toru!!” your little fingers fly to your clit, trying to at least ease some of the dissatisfaction. you rub your middle and ring finger in circles on your little clit messily, not nearly doing it as fulfilling as your husband. when your twitchy pussy does nothing but ache you cry out.

your eyes are weeping when you look to see your husband already pulling his briefs up and laughing at you. “don’t look at me like that baby.” he looks down at your pretty pussy still leaking with his and your cum and licks his lips, “you had it coming’.

[moonybug444]

hii!! i absolutely love your work n i just wanted to say take care of yourself and stay safe <3

this is so to ask thank you🤗 lately i’ve been trying my hardest too but i feel like there is always something… i need to work on letting not letting certain people i know will not give me positive energy at all lol but besides that i’ve been great with the basics, i’ve recently bought this moisturizer that makes my hair feel like clouds and i couldn’t be happier haha. im so glad you enjoy my works beautiful thank you💗🥰

[moonybug444]

(sorry for my bad english!) hii! I found your account and i want to tell you that your stories are, like, a GREAT comfort, the few you have are, it sounds weird but, in my opinion reading stories (or writing) about abusive relationships is an escape route to avoid falling into those relationships in real life, I mean, i read them and i get the adrenaline because of reading it instead of living them dhfjkshfsk so yes, they are also very, very well written <:

can i ask for a story where Connie is a little older thanreader, and constantly manipulates her with the excuse that he knows better and reader believes him, because, for a long time, he was the only older figure she had, something like that, I don't know. , bonus if reader cries hysterically in his arms (his fault, of course, he slapped her or something)

i really agree with your take on the whole writing about traumatic relationships because that’s how i feel. i’ve been thru so so much and i know it’s different but this is most definitely how i cope, im glad someone else can relate to me especially during these times i’ve felt so alone💗 you english is beautiful by the way, thank you 😊

tw: grooming - reader was 17 when she meant 24 year old connie / mental abuse / physical abuse - from connie and from readers dad / very mean and manipulative? connie / unestablished relationships / not proofread

such a baby

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“really thought you were over that stupid shit y’know, (name)?” he looks down at you, sitting on the floor at the foot of the bed and spits, “you’re still just a fucking kid.”

he hates it when you cry. you know he does, he knows he does, so you don’t know why it feels like him making it happen is always his main goal.

you sit there silently looking up at him as he scrolls on his phone. after a couple minutes he puts it down and looks down at you.

“you’re gonna have to find a place to go.” your eyes widen all the more and you feel your heart beat quicken. it scares you when he says stuff like that. find a place to stay? where could you possibly go? you feel like you’ve been with connie so long, he’s taken care of you for so long…

“w-what?” you get up suddenly, trying to ease your way into his lap. you’re get even more nervous even harder when he meanly pushes you away, you pretty eyes water.

“c-connie..! hic wh-what— how will i—?” you can’t even finish your sentence you’re so shaken. you really can’t help it, you can’t imagine any life without connie. how could you? he’s the one that took you in, he’s the one that knows exactly what to do when you don’t, he tells you what to do when you’re just about to make the wrong choice. he’s shown you what love is when nobody else could.

while you’re breaking down crying you can tell connie’s losing his patience by the second, he’s getting up waving his hands all type of ways getting all in your face, yelling all types of nonsense.

“dammit (name), shut the fuck up, y’know i hate that crybaby shit, go fix yourself before i do it for you” when you don’t shut up he doesn’t give you a second warning, just slaps you clean across your face. you damn near fly across the room from the impact, connie’s just so much stronger than you.

“—oww ..!” your body shakes as you try to lift yourself up, your crying even harder now. “y-you’re a liar…! you said—you said hic you were d-done hitting me—!”

he stomps over to you, eyes wide and mad while he starts dragging you by your little arm to the front door, “who the fuck do you think your talking to?! i don’t owe you shit you know that, little girl?!”

connie goes to open the front door, “i’m fucking tired, (name) i’ll sleep like a fucking baby without your fucking crying tonight—”

when you don’t stop he freaks out a little more. he hates when you don’t listen.

“think i fucking won’t?” he gets louder, “think i won’t put you out this fucking house, right now?! i don’t give a fuck what time it is—!”

connie drags you back to your shared bedroom and starts ripping your clothes out wherever he can find them and putting them in so random bags, while you cry and hyperventilate. he doesn’t give one fuck, to him you deserve this shit. you’re always running your mouth.

“who got you all this shit, huh?!” he moves on to the vanity and starts packing all your cute little jewelry, breaking some in the process.

he stops for a second and just looks down at you. veins popping out of his neck as he screams, with the bag he’s stuffing all your belonging in tightly gripped in his hand and that mean look of sternness in his eyes, you realize just how how much older connie really is. just how scary he is. with him being 7 years older than you and all, you’ve always put connie on the high horse, always seen it as a flex. but you don’t think you’ve ever really seen it until now. how truly scary he can be.

“you wanna go back, (name)?” he takes a deep breath. “you wanna go back to that shit everyday? living in that fucking house, getting treated like some fucking shit?”

you sob when he finally lets go of your now bruised arm. he goes to sit on the bed.

you were 17 and connie had just turned 24. it was late out when you ran away from home. you were sick of it. your dad was terrible to you, all the yelling and screaming and the bruises—you couldn’t take it anymore. connie was one of your friends older cousin, you had meant him at her birthday party and you think you fell in love. he just seemed so…mature. at the end of the night when he saw you all alone, he went up to you and asked if you were alright. turns out your dad was pissed so he didn’t pick you up. connie couldn’t be more excited to hear that shit. cute little shy teenager, and she’s got daddy issues? he hit the jackpot. he ended up taking you home and giving you his number, in case you ever, “needed anything.”

you’d call connie whenever, no matter what. he always knew exactly what to say.

one night your dad blacked your eye and you called connie. connie showed up 8 minutes later and came barging in, beating the shit out of your dad. that was the last night you heard from your dad and the last night you ever weren’t by connie’s side. you’ve been living with him ever since. you’ll never forget that first night he held you in his bed. he whispered about how everything would be ok and how much he’d take care of you. and you believed it.

it’s been only 2 years since then and connie’s still that ever so cool senior that you look up to. you love connie to death and you don’t think you ever won’t. he knows you’re completely dependent on him now too, he thinks he'll always use it to his advantage.

“you’re such a baby.” you look up at him and he nearly melts, he wants to fucking ruin you. you eyes are all glossy and swollen from crying, your lips are stilly wobbly from the wailing, and your tears—don’t even get him started on the fucking tears.

connie thinks about how perfect you are.. you’re already as naive as you could possibly be, but the age gap just puts it more in his favor.

you look in his eyes to see if that gaze is still there…you know, the loving one even after everything, and it is.

“i love you….” you whisper it like it’s a curse, anxious for his answer.

connie smiles and kisses your forehead watching you light right back up just from the small gesture.

“i know you do.”

[moonybug444]

back together, ig

| tw: dubcon, lowkey noncon?? reader tries to kick him off of her, emotional abuse, toxic relationship, connie’s your mean ex boyfriend stuck on you |

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“i’ll be in and out baby,” no he won’t. “promise.”

you take the phone away from your ear and sit it on your bed like it’s gonna help your decision. i’ll be in and out baby. yeah fucking right. he says that all the time and then he tries to fuck you. well he does fuck you, but that's not the point.

you tap the speaker button and lay down in your bed. “whatddya even need this time, connie?”

“i left some shit over there. some uh—”

“—you don’t even know—”

“—you gonna let me finish, pretty?” when you pick up the smile in his voice you also pick up the way your eye twitches. like him to not take shit serious. you and connie have been broken up forever, so how he manages to sneak his way back into your bed over and over again is still unanswered.

truth is the break up was bad, so everytime you see his face it still hurts you. you can’t help it. you’ve told him that too. told him to just leave you alone and let you have some time yourself. time to let you heal.

you don’t know why you’d ever expect connie to give a fuck about any of that.

“i don’t wanna keep doing this connie,” your lips tug down, “do you really need something?”

“yeah.” you hear a car honk in the background when he says it. that asshole was already on his way.

“ok well,” you sigh, “bye.”

“alright, see ya in a minute pretty.”

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he appears at your doorstep less than 15 minutes later. he’s not even in your house for 5 minutes when he’s trying to fuck you.

“fuck baby,” he’s got you laid out all pretty on the couch in nothing but a filmsy tank top and some tinny tiny sleep shorts. your little hands go to push him away when he comes back down to kiss on you but he doesn’t even budge, just grabs them with one of his hands and brings them down to his hard-on.

he pulls away from your lips with a sigh and marvels from the look on your face. eyes droopy and crossed, drool seeping from your kiss swollen lips—he thinks it’s about the prettiest sight he’s ever seen.

he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and smile. he loves that dumb fucked out look you get on your face. he likes how he gives that to you just from a few kisses.

“you good?”

“uh huh.” you breath in heavily and bring your hands up to his face, pouting slightly from the loss of contact.

his eyebrows raise in a teasing manner before he leans down and gives you one quick peck on the lips.

you’re muffling against his lips, trying to get away but also trying to get closer. grinding your hips into his and wrapping your arms firm around his head. your whining in his mouth, not sure if you guys should be doing this.

“shh, shh. i know baby. missed—missed you though.”

you don’t know how you always get yourself in these situations. no—you know exactly how. you’re still as crazy about connie as he is about you. and you hate to admit it. just the thought of that makes you want to cry. you do cry. he makes you feel like you’ll never get over him. you know that you won’t.

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“why do you do this to me?” your bottom half is still draped over him when you push up to look him in the eye. he ignores you, taking a hand a running it on the side of your face before grabbing the remote. you continue.

“you don’t even get it connie! ‘m trying to get over you!…and—and you just—”

he sees the tears before they even come out. can tell your about to cry from the way your eyes shine and how your bottom lip pokes right out and shakes.

“aw baby,” he places a gentle hand on the back of your head and leans your face into his chest, “why do you wanna get over me so bad? i’m trying to win you back, y’know—”

you sit up immediately at that. win you back? that asshole ruined your whole perspective on love. he’s the reason you look at yourself differently. he’s the reason you’re constantly comparing yourself to everyone of his little friends. the ones that you, ‘don’t need to worry about.’ it almost makes you laugh.

“y-you cheated on me! you fucking—”

just like that his whole tone changes.

“don’t piss me off (name), watch your mouth.”

your scoff at him and try to push yourself up off his chest but he keeps you still with his hands firm on your ass.

“i want you to get out connie,” you say it while placing your hands on his chest, fingers softly playing with his hoodie drawstrings.

he doesn’t even flinch, doesn’t even look at you when he gives you a bored, “no.”

you’re stunned, “what the fuck do you mean no! i said get out connie.”

he ignores you until you’re all in his face raising your voice at him. you’re trying to push yourself off his lap but he’s got a painful grip on your ass. he turns his head to you screaming at him and gives you one quick kiss on the cheek. “what’d i say about all that yelling, huh baby?”

he always does that shit. tries to play the sweet and gentle act with you, just to be a stupid asshole later.

there’s a beat of silence, “connie please get the fuck out—”

“—what do you want me out so fucking bad for? can you just fucking chill? i’m trying to watch a movie with you.” the nerve he has. it’s hard to just watch a movie with a guy who made you sick to your stomach for weeks. just with him getting here you feel yourself becoming violent.

“i have a boyfriend now.” your teeth grit when you spit it out trying to do anything to get him out, make him feel bad about himself. and all connie does is laugh. he doesn’t believe the lie anymore than you do.

“yeah? i’ll fucking kill him.” he looks you dead in the eye while he says it, before he moves his hand right to your pussy, shoving his fingers in your soaked panties to get a feel of his girl. he’s not joking. you know he’s not. it’s been more than a few times you’ve tried to peaceful move on from connie. let’s say that didn’t end well for you or the guys you were messing with. “your boyfriend know i’ve got you fucking dripping right now baby?”

you go to move his hand, “s-stop it, connie—”

“i know you miss me, alright?” he gives you. a big kiss on your forehead before making work to take your little shorts off. “quit fighting me.”

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of course it was gonna end like this, it always does. connie comes over, you play hard to get for a little before your grinding and kissing on each other, you yell at him, and then you fuck.

connie has you laid out on your back, pushing your knees to your ears and fucking you right. he can’t help but stare at your pretty face every time. cheeks lightly dusted a soft baby pink, pouty lips producing drool, and big teary eyes peering down at where you two meet.

you’re whining the whole time, you try to run from it a little bit. i mean with a fat cock like connie’s he doesn’t blame you. he knows you’re trying your best, such a tiny girl can only take so much.

in the end though connie’s not with the bullshit, you know he can try and play the nice guy act all he wants, he always reveals himself in the end.

“feels good, baby?” he’s still pounding in you keeping a good pace. with every thrust, it seems like your pussy’s talking back to him, letting out wet squirts and lewd squelches. connie thinks it can’t get better than this, no he knows.

why can’t she just fucking cooperate? connie thinks it to himself while looking down at your pretty face, zoned out and making all the pretty sounds in the world. it’s really fucking pointless to keep trying to deny him every time. you must think it cute but it pisses him off.

he pulls out suddenly and once you notice you immediately start to bitch n whine. he rolls his eyes.

your pussy’s leaking and it aches to be filled again. you cry and cry but connie shuts you up real fast, taking a heavy hand and slapping your poor cunt.

“ah— co-connie, hic, st-stop!” he puts a single finger in your pussy and finger fucks your while he talks for a minute, y’know just to keep you happy. he thinks you look so cute all compliant. tits all out, pussy dripping, nothing for you to say out that bratty mouth but an occasional hiccup and a moan.

“we’re getting back together, you understand? sick of you playing these dumb ass games, (name), i mean really,” he stops to get real close to your face. he pulls his finger out your cunt and plops it in his mouth, sucking and slurping on it lewdly, now he’s got your attention.

you start to object but he cuts you off and you can tell by his tone he wants this to make you sad. make you cry.

“you really think you can live without me, baby? find someone fucking better than me?” he lets out an annoyingly mocking laugh and gets all in your area, practically spitting on your face.

“you’re a stupid bitch y’know that?” here they come. “i mean really, who’s gonna put up with you like i can, you’re just another dumb bitch without me, and let’s be honest about that, (n,n).” yeah there they are. and once they start they don’t stop. you’re practically sobbing now, doing everything you can to get this asshole off of you.

connie likes that he has that control over you. it only takes a minimum of three sentences that can bring you down, he likes how only he has that control over you. he puts his dick back in and fucks you hard. he fucks you like there’s no tomorrow. hitting those impossibly deep spots inside, he keeps it up.

“who the fuck would you even try to find anyway,” he huffs a sigh and his face scrunches up even thinking of you with someone else. “i’ll fucking kill them, y ‘ know that?” he grabs your face with one hand and pulls you real close. still fucking into your pussy and expecting a full conversation.

you’re crying and crying and trying to bring your arms up to push him away. “g-g-get off—get o-off me!” he thinks it’s cute, you say it like you really mean it. you’re fucking pathetic, he wants you to know your fucking pathetic.

he giggles a bit at his thought, shoving the back of your head back into the sofa and keeping his hand laid there, a tight grip across your face.

“you’re such a fucking crybaby, (name).” yeah that’ll really get you started. you’re borderline wailing now, kicking your arms and your little feet. trying to get him the hell off you.

he loves it. every fucking second he loves it. loves your little wails, your crying eyes, all of it. your pretty lips that try to bite his fingers, any way to get him off of you. your clenching fist, flapping every which way just to hit him once. he loves it.

he thinks it makes your pussy better.

[moonybug444]

Hi! I just wanted to say I love ur work!! 🫶 u write so good and every time u post it’s just a-ma-zing! <3 jeep up the amazing work babes Xx

this is the sweetest🥹🥹🥹🥹 omg thank you baby!!

[moonybug444]

toxic connie freaking the fuck out when your period is late and calling you a cheating whore :/

a long night

tw: physical abuse, very toxic relationships, connie’s calls reader all types of names. just mean

“no—no you think this shit is a fucking game, (name).”

connie’s grip on your arm is impossibly tight and at this point you don’t know what to do. you’ve been going back and forth with him for hours and he’s really not letting up. you’re tired and your arm hurts.

“can you fucking listen?! i swear if you don’t get the fuck off of me m’gonna—!”

connie’s twisting your body around and he’s in your face in a instant, pushing your back flat against your bedroom door you were just trying to open to get the fuck away from him.

sometimes you let yourself forget. you forget how dangerous connie really is. you forget. although he’s seems like a joking and lighthearted guy in people’s faces, he’s been fighting for years. he can really change his whole persona with one blink of an eye.

“you’re gonna what, (name)?” his jaw visibly clenches. “what the fuck are you gonna do ta me?”

he looks down at you and waits, like he really wants an answer to the question—

“c-connie i promise you…!”

“shut the fuck up!”

in a second you go from against the door to on the fucking floor, he pushes you hard and he means to do damage.

honestly this day couldn’t get any fucking worse.

you and connie actually started off good this morning. you woke up to him wrapped around you like a blanket before you guys got up and decided to make breakfast together. it had been sweet, sure it was basic. all you did was make pancakes together for heavens sake, but you’ve got to treasure that with a relationship like yours, it’s not often you have good morning together. most you’re already waking up with your gloves on ready to pounce. so of course you were greatful for the sweet acts this morning, too bad it didn’t last long. it wasn’t until later at about three o’clock, while you were getting ready to get a shower is when everything started.

“(n,n,)” connie calls into the bathroom swinging his keys around his finger and rushing to put a t-shirt on. “m’runnin out for a minute, you want me to pick up something?”

you were too busy getting all you shower stuff together to hear him of course, you guess that was your first mistake. he gets real mad at little shit like that.

“yo.”

not listening. you were too busy humming to yourself and looking down at your acrylics, need to book that appointment.

“(name!)” you heard that alright, no mistake. “what the fuck do you need from the store?”

you explained to him you don’t need anything, not before weakly defending yourself, telling him to stop fucking yelling. all he does is roll his eyes and search the place a little deciding himself what you need. he’s not about to go through this little annoying ass cycle like always. you say you don’t need shit then he leaves out and comes back and all the sudden everything’s popping in your dumb little head now. it pisses him off.

he starts with the kitchen. not much, probably some condiments, some of those like strawberry milk packs you like, and some more paper plates, you hate doing dishes. but God forbid you bring the ‘ugly’ paper plates, make sure to bring back those cute pink ones. he moves on to where you’re at the bathroom.

when he goes in there you’re still naked and humming to yourself while you look in the mirror spaced out. still not in the shower.

“watch out baby—”

“oh connie don’t worry about getting pads in stuff ok? don’t think i’ll need them in a minute.”

the words nearly fly over connie’s head until he really stops to think. ‘don’t think i’ll need them in a minute?’ what the fuck is that supposed to mean?

connie quickly gets irritated and worried, immediately jumping to all types of conclusions. honestly you’ve been with each other for too long. he should know by now how irregular your periods are, just shows how little he pays attention to you.

you try to explain it to him but connie’s making shit up in his own head, finding a solution in his own head.

you had went out last weekend right? yeah last weekend. he doesn’t know what the fuck it was for, maybe a girls night? he doesn’t fucking know, he knows he didn’t want you to fucking go though. you looked too fucking good. of course you being you trying to go out in your ‘sluttiest outfit’ as he’d say. he made you change like four times before getting pissed off and going home, cussing you out on the way out the door.

so what, you went out the other weekend, with your other slut friends and what now magically you just don’t have your period? you’re a fucking liar.

and once connie decides on something, it’s set in stone for him, no going back.

that shit started till three o’clock in the fucking afternoon and it’s twelve at night and you guys are still going.

you’re back where you were on the floor looking up at him with wide scared eyes, shocked by just how fast he gets mad.

“i don’t fuck anybody but you, you’re fucking crazy!”

“yeah, yeah?” he picks you up off the ground with just his one hand and drags you towards the bed, trying to straddle himself on you.

“get-get the fuck off connie,” here come the tears, you try your best to block his view from your face but he pins you on the bed and has both of your wrist with just one hand while he clenches his hand around your tear soaked face.

he’s all in your face yelling and it’s too much for you to take honestly, you break down even hard trying to push him away with all the strength you have but you just can’t.

“oh you’re fucking crying? you wanna fucking cry you fucking slut—?”

“st-stop calling me names connie! i didn’t fuck anyone else—“

you’re lying and he knows it. he swears if he looks at you any long he’s gonna slap the shit out of you. wouldn’t be the first time, but that doesn’t mean it makes it any easier. he gets off of you and watches you hop of the bed crying and shaking, immediately jumping up and doing everything you can to hurt him. it doesn’t do shit to him though, it just makes you look like a fucking idiot.

“you’re a fucking slut y’know that? know how fucking disgusted i am? my girlfriends a fucking cheating whore. a cheating pregnant whore.” you slap him. you don’t know how hard but your hand is stinging red it hurts. bad.

you’re still crying—sobbing when he looks down at you, a look of anger, disgust prominent on his face.

“couldn’t even use a fucking condom right? right you stupid bitch?!” he grabs both of your arms and drags you out the room, whispering you wanna keep fucking playing, to himself as you stumble behind him and try to regain your footing..

“where the fuck is your phone?” you’re still crying, you don’t even care anymore. all you wanna do is cry and role around on your floor and scream.

“g-get the fuck o-off, connie.” you try to move somewhere else but he’s got a tight grip on your little arm.

all you want to do is get away from him right now, so you grab the closet object to yourself with your free hand and repeatedly hit him with it. oh that gets him mad real quick. everything after that is a blur and by the time you’re fulling aware again, your lip is bleeding and your head is pounding. connie’s sitting on the crunch going through your phone. you look at the clock that reads 1:23am.

it’s gonna be a long night.

[moonybug444]

cheater

tw: kinda dark, forced oral (male receiving), a lot of crying, lowk very traumatic, fast cat driving?? like but mean, connie threatens to kill you a couple times ———————————————————————- connie catches you cheating and decides to help you learn your lesson.

“no way,” you giggle. “told you i’ve got a boyfriend.”

the handsome man’s eyes are dilated from whatever the hell he took earlier as he stares down at your body caged between his arms.

“yeah?”

“yeah.”

he frowns, a look of faux confusion masking his face when he brings his hand above his eyes and slowly looks around. “i dunno pretty, i’m not seeing anybody around? sure he’s here?”

“oh m’sure,” you grin, looking behind him to see an angry connie stomping towards you. “he’s real mean too, you better go on before you get yourself into somethin’—”

“—don’t you worry about that, sweetheart,” he grabs your soft hands and kisses right on your knuckles, you bat your falsies and coo up at him, rubbing your free hand on his chest. this’ll really piss connie off. “i’ll handle him if he comes, now you gonna dance with me or what?”

he’s grabbing you by the waist and pulling you in towards the dance floor. he takes one, two, three steps with you on his side before his body gets folded in half. face swelling and his consciousness getting lost.

connie stands before you, fist stinging and his nostrils flaring. “go get in the car—”

“what the fuck is your deal?!” you’re leaning down and checking up on the handsome man, “he didn’t even do anything—”

“(name),” he grits out, “go get in the fucking car.”

“bite me.”

jean, eren, and armin are seated back on some love cushions in the corner of the club, watching the scene play out. connie shakes his car keys while looking at them, signaling it’s time for him to go.

“s’fuckin annoying,” jean slurs, letting the alcohol do the talking. “i mean we came out here to take his mind off of her hic and she’s here too?…the hell.” armin nods at that.

“he definitely fucking knew! and hic and i-i’ll say it! they need to get the hell away from each other. he's costing our fun!”

eren’s too busy watching your ass bounce in the tinny tiny pink skirt you wear while you try and pull away from connie tugging you towards the exit of the club. “yeah..what a whore.” he licks his lips and gets up to go to the bar going to get his nth drink for the night. he’s got a scary drinking tolerance.

—————————————————————————

you’re scratching & pounding on connie’s arm, trying to wiggle yourself out of the tight hold he has on your arm when you guys get outside.

“who drove you here?” you ignore him.

there’s a beat of silence before he’s grabbing you by the hair and facing you towards him, making tears well up in your eyes, “don’t piss me off (name).”

“oww—nobody connie, i took an uber, let-let go.”

he loosens his grip but doesn’t fully let go. he waits until the few people around are entering the club or going to their cars before turning to you again. daring you to move with his eyes. you don’t. you know how mean he gets when he’s like this. “pull your skirt down. you look like a fucking hooker.”

your reply comes quick and you scratching at his arms, trying to get him to get the hell off your hair. “might as fucking well be. i-i bet that any guy could treat me better as a hooker than you do as your fucking girlfriend!”

“yeah like you have any right to say that after letting some fucking douche bag—”

“—i told him i had a boyfriend..!”

“so that’s why you were rubbing yourself all over him? got it.”

you stomp your feet. “you act like you don’t do the same shit all the time. if not more—”

“i’m not a thirsty ass bitch like you,” he laughs, “never cheated a day in my fucking life, honest to the ones above.”

he’s going to hell. you remember the times he’s messed with more than a few girls. some right in front of your face and you bet some in secret.

he doesn’t care about the toll it takes on your mental health, no. all he’s worried about is fucking more pussy.

you snatch your hand away from him and attempt to walk away before connie’s pulling you back by your arm and giving you one stern look.

he looks you up and down before tightening his jaw and grabbing you harshly by the arm. “you must want guys to look at you like your a walking fucking pussy.”

connie’s sick of you running around in your whore clothes embarrassing him. he’s sick of his friends looking at you like a piece of meat. he’s sick of feeling like he’s constantly fucking sharing you with the whole world. why do you have to walk out the house like you’ve never had any home training? or why do you have to dress like you’re begging someone to bend you over and fuck you. your supposed to be his girlfriend. he’s supposed to see. so why does everyone in the club get to see the same shit that he does?

it’s not like he hasn’t told you before about the shit you wear and how it affects his and your image. you just don’t give a fuck. he sees that. that’s ok though. he’s gonna really seal it in your brain.

his mind is racing all the way till he shoves you in the car, gets in himself, and starts it. he gives you a once over staring at you for a minute before putting his eyes back on the road.

“thought i told you to throw that away?”

he’s referring to the top you’re wearing. you know he is. that’s why you wore it out tonight. the shirt isn’t even that bad. it’s just a cute fitted top with a low cut. he called you a whore when he saw you in it the first time. told you to throw it away.

it’s nothing new.

you don’t answer him, instead you turn your whole body towards the door and cross your arms. hopefully he gets the hint.

he hates when you fucking ignore him. you know he does. that’s why you do it all the time, he knows it. still let’s it get under his skin though.

“are you fucking deaf?” he raises his voice. “i said why didn’t you throw that shit away?” you hear the irritation in his voice.

you don’t really feel how fast the car is going until you look at the speed limit. 75mph and then 80…and then eventually he’s crossing the 90’s.

sitting up in your seat you glance at him then the horizon, feeling the hairs on your body rise.

connie lives kind of far out. to get to his apartment you cross this long, long highway bridge. he knows how much you hate crossing it. it scares you so much that if you feel like he’s going even a little too fast you start to tear up.

“w-what the fuck are you doing?!”

he should feel guilty but he doesn’t. you’ve crossed too many lines tonight. you were bound to get a punishment anyway.

“you must hate me huh? must hate yourself don’t you baby?”

he presses on the gas.

your hand automatically goes to grab his arm, staring down at the empty road ahead.

“connie…can we please just—”

“you want me to drive us off the fucking bridge?want me to drive us into the fucking water (name)?”

you gasp, just him saying that making you shiver.

“what?! no…connie i—”

you’re too scared to even look at the speed he’s going but you can feel that it’s more than 90. is he going in the 100’s now? no he can’t be. he wouldn’t do that with you in the car right? he’s done it before but that was a while ago. he’s changed. he promised he’d never do that again.

“c-connie, stop!” you’re gasping and reaching out to hold him, “‘m’scared connie, m’fucking scared”

he takes his eyes off the road completely just to mess with you a little—still going his full speed—he takes one hand from the wheel and grabs your chin.

“you gonna answer my fucking question?”

you’re hysterical, looking between the road and his face. you’re still shaking and crying when you look him dead in his eyes and scream at him, “m’gonna fucking die—”

“don’t piss me the fuck of (name)!” he shakes you in his hold, only glances at the road, before speeding up impossibly faster. “you want me to fucking kill you? want me to kill the both of us?!”

“n- connie please, please hic i don’t wanna die. i—”

“—didn’t i tell you to throw the fucking shirt away.”

“yes—yes you did m’sorry! i’ll throw it—hic—i’ll throw it away!!”

he lets go of your face and turns back to the road, “do it now.”

without hesitation you claw at the material, taking it off of you—at least you try to—your hands are still shaking and you can barely even lift your arm. you hear the car screech and you scream, trying your best to take it off.

you’re so scared you feel like you’re gonna pass out. trying to lift the shirt above your head and going 100mph is definitely scarier and harder than you’d ever imagine but you get the job done.

still crying, you hold the now cursed shirt in your hand and shrink in on yourself. all you’ve got on is a bra and a mini skirt on this highway bridge. with connie trying to kill you. you scream and cry louder. on the verge of a panic attack. you feel like you’re spinning when you look up at him. too fast. he’s got an oddly satisfied look on his face, and right when his lips quirk up—yours droop down.

”connie—connie, please!”

“take my dick out.”

your eyes widen, your mouth drops open before letting out another sob. you hate how he humiliates you. “wha—what the fuck connie, i—”

he makes a show of pressing on the gas impossibly harder, swirling the car a bit as he does it. “if i gotta say it again i swear i’m gonna fucking slap you (name).”

you’re rushing to unbuckle his belt before you even know it. you think this is the hardest you’ve ever cried in your life. you’re gonna fucking die and the last thing you’ll be doing is grabbing connie springers dick.

once you’ve taken it out connie heaves a sigh. his dick is hard and oozing precum. it bobs up and down from your touch. “suck it.”

“slow the fucking car down!” you’re yelling so loud you feel like your ears are getting blown off. maybe if he sees how hard you’re crying? how upset you are? no he finds you amusing.

“i’ll tell you what.” he looks like he could burst out laughing any minute. “if i feel like you sucking my dick the best in your life, i’ll slow the fucking care down baby.”

your lips getting all wobbly again and your hands are shaking like never before. you can’t fucking do this.

“go.”

you start by giving him a long languid lick all the way from his balls to his tip—just how he likes—before you force the whole thing into your wet mouth. you feel his hips give a surprise buck immediately, before he groans real loud. you raise your head and suck his tip as hard as you can, making sure to swirl your tounge all around.

you let out a loud whine when he pushes your head all the way down. he keeps it there for as long as he likes, sort of rocking your head back and forth.

“oh—yeah, thats it.” you’re so relieved when he pulls over you think you almost scream.

he cums down your throat in thick and welcomed globs before pulling your wrecked face up and kissing you hard. he pulls your face back and stares at you, seemingly trying to read your expression.

“what’d you learn today, baby?”

[moonybug444]

is toxic connie a cheater😭?? y is he attached to his phone

yes!!! big cheater

[moonybug444]

toxic thoughts with connie<33

tw toxic relationships/lowkey abuse?? | connie grabs you by your hair n threatens ya | mean connie☹️☹️

thinkin about connie n you being in a toxic lil on and off relationship. calling it quits every other day cuz youre just so bad for eachother.

you guys are screaming n throwing shit at eachother every chance you get. but its never your fault, no its always connies.

“youre a fuckin idiot (y/n),” he takes another drag from the blunt in his hand, “‘nd you’ve got one more time to raise your voice at me before i come over there and beat the shit outta you.”

its just a threat. an empty fucking threat, you know it is, but glancing up at him shirtless, muscles bulging with nothing but his plaid blue boxers on and a mean glare on his face. you cant help that chilling shiver that goes down your spine.

“m’not—dont call me that!”

“maybe than, lets see…” he lets out a mocking loud laugh, “dont fucking act like one?” you hate how he wants to make you cry. how he wants to see you act a mess. how he does everything in his power to upset you. and you hate he he almost always wins. always pulls a reaction out of you.

you feel the tears spill over your cheeks before you can even try n hold em in and you do everything in your power to not just flop down on his clean grey carpet and roll around and curse him. thats what connie springer does to you.

“‘m so fuckin done with you,” you pull up the strap of the lightpink nightgown silk dress connie gifted you as a im sorry for fucking up, again gift that just flops right back off your shoulder, “nd m’serious hic this time, you wont every hear from me again.”

bullshit. you know its bullshit. and it pains you to admit, but you dont think you’ll ever truly be done with connie springer.

connie sits up at that. intrigued. “oh really?” he’s putting his joint out in the ass-shaped ashtray he stole from jean and scratching his hickey covered neck (from guess who) and you can tell hes not taking you seriously. he never does.

his tone is mocking when he huffs out, “go ‘head, y’know where the fucking door is dum-dum.” he’s grabbing the remote, just about to turn on somethin other than the lame shit playing on tv before your throwing one of your bunny slippers directly at his face.

atleast you tried hitting direct. it barely grazes his ear but youre still satisfied when you see his scrunched up face.

and you know hes real mad. his handsome face is turning red at the minute and hes grabbing the slipper from his side before heading towards you.

you try to get away quick, little feet making it maybe two steps out the room before hes grabbin you by the hair and pulling you towards the ground. “ow—connie,” here come the tears again, “s-stop..! let go of me!”

“stop all that fucking crying before i really give you some shit to cry about,” hes letting go of your hair and turning around before your shoving him from behind, trying to get even. “dont fucking touch me! i dont fucking care—” he cuts you off, “shut the fuck up. my gosh.” and hes turning around, grabbing you by your now scrunched up nightgown and pulling you real close to his face.

he can see how upset you are. the tears streaming down your puffy face, your brows all furrowed and all the hiccups coming from your swollen, wobbly lip. sometimes yeah, he does feel bad for how he treats you. the random disappearing days when he knows how much you depend on him, the name-calling even though he knows you cry over every-fucking-thing, the pushes and the shoves knowing your barely half his size. all of it.

still he cant help it. maybe theres something wrong with him. he doesnt know and he doesnt really care. he knows you wont leave so what the fuck, why would he stop?

“look at you,” he takes the hand that isnt practically raising you up to your tippytoes and cups your face, running his thumb over your bottom lip, “your the prettiest girl in the world y’know that? too bad your a crazy bitch.”

>_<

its only like an hour later n youve forgotten all about the petty fight with your boyfriend. forgot that you threw the slipper at him cause he was being sneaky with his phone nd refused to let you see it. dont care tho. you love him again.

“feels so good baby,” he groans, pushing in n out of your slippery pussy with his thick cock, “i love you so much…y’know that?”

you’re being shuffled down towards his standing form some more, ass hanging off of the bed and pushing against fat balls that are pat, pat, patting against your squishy thighs.

“yesyesyes, love you—i-i love you!” you dont even know what the fuck your saying—cant process anything but the feeling of his fat cock stuffing you full. hes so deep n you and its hard to even breathe. feel like hes up your nose.

“s’deep connie ngh…m’cummin again,” youre looking up at him. watching his pretty eyes open n close again n again. watching him bite his saliva covered lips and waching his button nose scrunch up in pleasure. your eyes flick down to obvious bulge in your tummy and you mewl wrapping your legs around his moving hips. trapping him.

your pussy is so fucking greedy, suckin him in again n again and she still cant get enough. connies bringing his hand down and pushing right on that bulge in your pretty tummy that has you both whining. looking you right in the eyes, “go ‘head princess,” and he giggles when you let out the sluttiest little moan, “that feel good huh?”

youre whining out the loudest connnieee follwed by some praise before your squirting all over him, getting both your tummies soaked up and making a mess all over his dark blue bedsheets.

hes following close after with an annoyingly sexy, fuuuck baby and coming right in your swollen pussy.

youre so tired. can hardly open your eyes when you feel connie already pulling out of you to go clean you up. grabbing one of his freshly cleaned sweat towels usually reserved for basketball, crouching down and dabbing it around your messy pussy.

“there you go princess,” hes speaking not to you, but to your cunt, “good as new.” hes leaving a big wet kiss to your pussy like he always does, standing right after and hovering over you to leave an even wetter kiss to your abused lips, throwing the towel somewhere across the room.

>_<

your cozily straddling connie in his bed, being lulled to sleep by his fingers smoothing over your hair.

hes smoking again, cautious enough to not blow it in your face though—he knows you hate smoke—thats only for when he wants to piss you off. you hear him clear his throat.

“m’gonna stop this baby,” hes smoothing over the same roots of your hair he tugged on earlier, “m’serious, no more of this arguing shit,” he grabs your face, pushing your lips into a pout. “ill do better.”

yeah fucking right. you both know thats bullshit. you guys ‘ll be back at all the screaming n yelling tomorrow.

[moonybug444]

do you guys have any request for toxic connie or something? i’m bored and i feel like writing but idk what

[moonybug444]

chill day

um??? sex

it’s a chill day. soft rain pouring outside. wind blowing, but not enough to be noisy. no traffic around, just the sound of the rain hitting the roof window in your room.

you’re laying up against the headboard on your fluffy bed—soft hands absentmindedly playing with the pink hanging canopy bed drapes. the other scratching against connie’s overgrown buzz cut as his head lays against your bare thigh. this is nice.

connie looks up at you, watching another episode of hello kitty and friends on your macbook pro—giggling to yourself.

it’s around 3ish in the afternoon and you two have done nothing but lay around in your pjs all day. he came over the other day to your apartment and had yet to leave. he didn’t even bother packing anything—half his shit is scattered around your room anyway.

he’s thumbing over your panties—the cute white ones he loves with the little red ribbon right at the top—when he hears you sigh out his name.

“connie, are you looking?” you take your hand off your curtains and itch at your collarbone, bringing his attention to the bite marks on your neck.

“yeah baby,” here it comes. “you know how much i love watching weird talking animals do weird talking animal shit.” you grin to yourself. knew it.

he sits up, stretching his arms until his shirt rides up a little—exposing the happy trail fading towards his tummy.

sure does make you happy.

he’s standing now, looking down at you smile at him like a love-struck puppy—big eyes gleaming up at him.

“what’re you lookin at?” he fakes annoyance, leaning down to trap you on the bed—his hands caging you in.

you giggle dreamily, finger coming up to trace his sharp jawline. “you, you’re really cute.”

he puts on a disgusted face. clenching his fists and giving light one, two jabs to your jaw. listening to you giggle at him.

“hmm,” he glances to your pretty lips, “gimme a kiss then.” he does that weird thing where he puts his tongue over his top lip & pouts, leaning in to you.

“ew. connie quit it!” you laugh loud when you push at his chest. he backs you into the headboard—nowhere to go.

“thought you said i was cute?”

“nuh uh,” you feel him rub on your ass. big hands running up & down your back before pausing to squeeze and repeating. you peck his lips.

“what the fuck was that?” his brows furrow, “want a better kiss than that, princess.”

you lean in, slowly rubbing your lips across. pecking, pulling away, pecking, pulling away, before you feel his tongue slide into your mouth, tangling with yours. he’s softly biting your bottom lip when he’s pulling away, a trail of saliva following when he delivers a rough smack to your ass before pulling you back in.

you whine into his mouth, already getting drunk off of just his lips. connie’s always been a good kisser, even when he was just a beginner to everything. he always caught onto the concept fairly quick.

he’s pulling you by your thighs towards the edge of the bed so you can lay flat on the back before he’s getting on top of you and pulling away for air.

“you good?” you’re already huffing and connie finds it cute, though he tries to hide the amusement in his face with a furrow in his brows and a faux concerning tone.

“y-yes…m’good.”

he’s pushing your knees up to your ears before you can even respond fully. getting a fresh view of the little mess your pussy made in her panties. he coos and rubs a thumb over your clothed clit, humming when you shudder.

“ya wanna have fun or ya wanna watch hello kitty n friends all day?”

you sniffle, “wan’…wanna have fun.”

he grins at you, leaning down to place a single kiss on your nose before giving one harsh hump against your panty-clad cunt.

“fuckkk,” he moans loud before continuing. grinding himself on you hard and fast, handling your tits for leverage. “feel you soaking through my boxers princess, you want it?”

you rub your hands over his chest, eyes following the bulge that started swelling up through his boxers as he humps you, “wan’ it s’bad..wan’ it in me connie.” you whimper when you feel him grind against your clit.

“shit.” abruptly he pulls away his hips, “get it wet baby.”

you’re already taking him out his boxers, rubbing the slit a little before spitting in your hand to coat his cock, he moans and humps into it, trying to match the pace of your strokes.

you start to get a little impatient now. as much as you love watching connie’s pretty cock twitch in your hold while you make him feel good, you love the feeling of him inside you more. stopping your ministrations on his dick you look up at him with big teary eyes and a pretty pout on your lips. “connie…”

“aw, i’m sorry baby,” he gives a fat smooch to your cheek before shoving your panties to the side and spitting right on your cunt. “m’right here.”

you you yelp when he slides three fingers in your entrance without warning, little hands springing up to push him away. connie’s fingers were just so thick. everything about connie was thick. sometimes you find yourself struggling with just one of his fingers so for him to just shove three in there without any warning had tears streaming down your pretty face.

“shh. i know, i know. taking it so well baby, such a good girl.” he watches your expression go blank and a loud drawn out whine escape your lips when he curls his fingers against a specific part in your cunny. “right here huh?”

he abuses that spot until he can tell you’re used to his fingers and lines his cock up, ignoring the look on your face that almost says, ‘finally.’

he likes when you get in your cute little, ‘im a big girl, i can take it’ moods. like you don’t start screaming and crying as soon as his fat cock is in if your pussy doesn’t get princess treatment for at least 15-20 minutes. it’s ok though, he’ll give you what you want today.

he’s pushing his hands against your thighs to slowly slide into you, his thick cock stretching you out beyond comprehension.

he’s only about an inch or two in when you stop him, you tried your hardest to be a big girl but it’s just too fat, feels like he’s splitting you open.

“wait—ngh—wait…s’big.” connie rubs against your pudgy tummy before leaning down to kiss you once on your forehead, cooing down on you.

“m’almost in pretty baby” he wasn’t he still had about 6 more inches to go. ”just a little more ok? i know it hurts but you’re my big girl right?”

“uh huh..” he starts pushing back in slowly. “ ‘m your—ngh—a big girl..”

“yeah you are.” and in one harsh thrust he’s all the way in, splitting you open. you’re immediately pushing at his lower tummy trying to get him to let up some. you were barely even calmed with the one inch so for him to push all of it it. you felt like you were gonna die.

“omgomg. s’big, s’big—s’too much…!”

connie just shushes you and leans down, kissing at your nose. he knows it takes you a minute to adjust to his cock. you start crying and you throw a fit and then you’re cumming in a matter of seconds. he thinks it’s cute.

he brings his hand down to rub your clit, rolling his eyes when he hears you keep whining, ‘m’gonnadiem’gonnadie’ underneath him. his dramatic girl.

he can tell you’ve calm down when he started rubbing on your clit a little. pulling the hood up going roundnround till you start twitching and whining. you’re about ok now. he pushes hard on your thighs while he fucks you. his cock sliding out before he’s ramming it all back inside. continuing his ministrations on your clit.

it only takes a little bit of this before he feels your pussy giving him what he wants. a pretty shower.

“oh yeah,” he moans loudly in your ear. “good girl baby, this pussy is such a good girl.”

your mouth forms a small o when you feel connie’s dick rub repeatedly at that sensitive goo inside you. you can’t help but scratch at his back, doing all you can to fuck yourself back against him.

“right— right there, baby.” you feel your eyes and your pussy water at the same time. “m’cumming..!”

he feels it before you even say it. it takes two, three more fucks into your desperate cunt before she’s crying and giving him what he needs. he’s following quickly after that, hopelessly humping into your pretty pussy.

“ohhhh, shit.” he pulls out, moaning to himself, hand immediately flying to his cock to pump it. “lif—lift your s-shirt up.”

you watch as all your juices on his dick slide with every pump. making your pussy tighten. he’s fucking into his hand now, throwing his head back with his eyes sealed shut. it takes one look to your pretty pussy and then his eyes glance back to your face before he’s cumming. thick droops landing right on your tummy, trailing up to your tits.

you’re huffing when he’s done. trying to sit yourself up but you just plop right back down.

“why did you do thatttt. connie!”

“what?—”

“it almost hit my face. connie, y’know i hate it on my face—” he knows you do. that’s why he tried his best to avoid it so he didn’t have to hear you whine. he only likes the whines that comes out of your mouth when he’s fucking you. the ‘your cocks too big, connie!’ whining. not the petty bitchy whining.

“shuddup,” he rolls his eyes at you. grabbing you softy but securely around your neck. “gimme a kiss.”

[moonybug444]

chill day

um??? sex

it’s a chill day. soft rain pouring outside. wind blowing, but not enough to be noisy. no traffic around, just the sound of the rain hitting the roof window in your room.

you’re laying up against the headboard on your fluffy bed—soft hands absentmindedly playing with the pink hanging canopy bed drapes. the other scratching against connie’s overgrown buzz cut as his head lays against your bare thigh. this is nice.

connie looks up at you, watching another episode of hello kitty and friends on your macbook pro—giggling to yourself.

it’s around 3ish in the afternoon and you two have done nothing but lay around in your pjs all day. he came over the other day to your apartment and had yet to leave. he didn’t even bother packing anything—half his shit is scattered around your room anyway.

he’s thumbing over your panties—the cute white ones he loves with the little red ribbon right at the top—when he hears you sigh out his name.

“connie, are you looking?” you take your hand off your curtains and itch at your collarbone, bringing his attention to the bite marks on your neck.

“yeah baby,” here it comes. “you know how much i love watching weird talking animals do weird talking animal shit.” you grin to yourself. knew it.

he sits up, stretching his arms until his shirt rides up a little—exposing the happy trail fading towards his tummy.

sure does make you happy.

he’s standing now, looking down at you smile at him like a love-struck puppy—big eyes gleaming up at him.

“what’re you lookin at?” he fakes annoyance, leaning down to trap you on the bed—his hands caging you in.

you giggle dreamily, finger coming up to trace his sharp jawline. “you, you’re really cute.”

he puts on a disgusted face. clenching his fists and giving light one, two jabs to your jaw. listening to you giggle at him.

“hmm,” he glances to your pretty lips, “gimme a kiss then.” he does that weird thing where he puts his tongue over his top lip & pouts, leaning in to you.

“ew. connie quit it!” you laugh loud when you push at his chest. he backs you into the headboard—nowhere to go.

“thought you said i was cute?”

“nuh uh,” you feel him rub on your ass. big hands running up & down your back before pausing to squeeze and repeating. you peck his lips.

“what the fuck was that?” his brows furrow, “want a better kiss than that, princess.”

you lean in, slowly rubbing your lips across. pecking, pulling away, pecking, pulling away, before you feel his tongue slide into your mouth, tangling with yours. he’s softly biting your bottom lip when he’s pulling away, a trail of saliva following when he delivers a rough smack to your ass before pulling you back in.

you whine into his mouth, already getting drunk off of just his lips. connie’s always been a good kisser, even when he was just a beginner to everything. he always caught onto the concept fairly quick.

he’s pulling you by your thighs towards the edge of the bed so you can lay flat on the back before he’s getting on top of you and pulling away for air.

“you good?” you’re already huffing and connie finds it cute, though he tries to hide the amusement in his face with a furrow in his brows and a faux concerning tone.

“y-yes…m’good.”

he’s pushing your knees up to your ears before you can even respond fully. getting a fresh view of the little mess your pussy made in her panties. he coos and rubs a thumb over your clothed clit, humming when you shudder.

“ya wanna have fun or ya wanna watch hello kitty n friends all day?”

you sniffle, “wan’…wanna have fun.”

he grins at you, leaning down to place a single kiss on your nose before giving one harsh hump against your panty-clad cunt.

“fuckkk,” he moans loud before continuing. grinding himself on you hard and fast, handling your tits for leverage. “feel you soaking through my boxers princess, you want it?”

you rub your hands over his chest, eyes following the bulge that started swelling up through his boxers as he humps you, “wan’ it s’bad..wan’ it in me connie.” you whimper when you feel him grind against your clit.

“shit.” abruptly he pulls away his hips, “get it wet baby.”

you’re already taking him out his boxers, rubbing the slit a little before spitting in your hand to coat his cock, he moans and humps into it, trying to match the pace of your strokes.

you start to get a little impatient now. as much as you love watching connie’s pretty cock twitch in your hold while you make him feel good, you love the feeling of him inside you more. stopping your ministrations on his dick you look up at him with big teary eyes and a pretty pout on your lips. “connie…”

“aw, i’m sorry baby,” he gives a fat smooch to your cheek before shoving your panties to the side and spitting right on your cunt. “m’right here.”

you you yelp when he slides three fingers in your entrance without warning, little hands springing up to push him away. connie’s fingers were just so thick. everything about connie was thick. sometimes you find yourself struggling with just one of his fingers so for him to just shove three in there without any warning had tears streaming down your pretty face.

“shh. i know, i know. taking it so well baby, such a good girl.” he watches your expression go blank and a loud drawn out whine escape your lips when he curls his fingers against a specific part in your cunny. “right here huh?”

he abuses that spot until he can tell you’re used to his fingers and lines his cock up, ignoring the look on your face that almost says, ‘finally.’

he likes when you get in your cute little, ‘im a big girl, i can take it’ moods. like you don’t start screaming and crying as soon as his fat cock is in if your pussy doesn’t get princess treatment for at least 15-20 minutes. it’s ok though, he’ll give you what you want today.

he’s pushing his hands against your thighs to slowly slide into you, his thick cock stretching you out beyond comprehension.

he’s only about an inch or two in when you stop him, you tried your hardest to be a big girl but it’s just too fat, feels like he’s splitting you open.

“wait—ngh—wait…s’big.” connie rubs against your pudgy tummy before leaning down to kiss you once on your forehead, cooing down on you.

“m’almost in pretty baby” he wasn’t he still had about 6 more inches to go. ”just a little more ok? i know it hurts but you’re my big girl right?”

“uh huh..” he starts pushing back in slowly. “ ‘m your—ngh—a big girl..”

“yeah you are.” and in one harsh thrust he’s all the way in, splitting you open. you’re immediately pushing at his lower tummy trying to get him to let up some. you were barely even calmed with the one inch so for him to push all of it it. you felt like you were gonna die.

“omgomg. s’big, s’big—s’too much…!”

connie just shushes you and leans down, kissing at your nose. he knows it takes you a minute to adjust to his cock. you start crying and you throw a fit and then you’re cumming in a matter of seconds. he thinks it’s cute.

he brings his hand down to rub your clit, rolling his eyes when he hears you keep whining, ‘m’gonnadiem’gonnadie’ underneath him. his dramatic girl.

he can tell you’ve calm down when he started rubbing on your clit a little. pulling the hood up going roundnround till you start twitching and whining. you’re about ok now. he pushes hard on your thighs while he fucks you. his cock sliding out before he’s ramming it all back inside. continuing his ministrations on your clit.

it only takes a little bit of this before he feels your pussy giving him what he wants. a pretty shower.

“oh yeah,” he moans loudly in your ear. “good girl baby, this pussy is such a good girl.”

your mouth forms a small o when you feel connie’s dick rub repeatedly at that sensitive goo inside you. you can’t help but scratch at his back, doing all you can to fuck yourself back against him.

“right— right there, baby.” you feel your eyes and your pussy water at the same time. “m’cumming..!”

he feels it before you even say it. it takes two, three more fucks into your desperate cunt before she’s crying and giving him what he needs. he’s following quickly after that, hopelessly humping into your pretty pussy.

“ohhhh, shit.” he pulls out, moaning to himself, hand immediately flying to his cock to pump it. “lif—lift your s-shirt up.”

you watch as all your juices on his dick slide with every pump. making your pussy tighten. he’s fucking into his hand now, throwing his head back with his eyes sealed shut. it takes one look to your pretty pussy and then his eyes glance back to your face before he’s cumming. thick droops landing right on your tummy, trailing up to your tits.

you’re huffing when he’s done. trying to sit yourself up but you just plop right back down.

“why did you do thatttt. connie!”

“what?—”

“it almost hit my face. connie, y’know i hate it on my face—” he knows you do. that’s why he tried his best to avoid it so he didn’t have to hear you whine. he only likes the whines that comes out of your mouth when he’s fucking you. the ‘your cocks too big, connie!’ whining. not the petty bitchy whining.

“shuddup,” he rolls his eyes at you. grabbing you softy but securely around your neck. “gimme a kiss.”

[moonybug444]

giving connie head

connie’s really pushy so tw dubcon

“connie, m’sleepy now.” you sniffle. “don’t wanna do it no more.”

he’s looking down at you on your knees, hands tucked politely in your lap, & smoothing out the hair on your head. your were so cute till just a second ago—drool pulling around your lips as you took his whole cock down your throat—you just had to open your mouth. you had been at this for forever though, and you were tired.

“baby cmon…” he’s dragging his words out, frowning down at you. “just a little longer, k? m’real close.”

when you go to use your hands he grabs them, lays a hand flat atop your head, and pushes you towards his cock.

he’s moaning when you take him whole. tightening both his hands around your hair before fucking up into your stretched mouth.

every time your nose touches his pelvic bone you feel yourself stuttering, pushing your hands against his hips to give him a sign to let up. but he just keeps going. the feeling of you gagging on his dick feels so good. he’s close.

his heads thrown back, adams apple bobbing every time he tries to swallow his moans.

“oh shit…” he feels your tongue swirl a particular way around his mushroom tip and his hidden toes are curling through his socks.

“do that again and m’fuckin…m’cummin baby..”

he lets out a loud groan and you whine, rubbing your thighs together when you feel wetness pooling in your panties.

he’s looking down at you now. hazel eyes half lidded, mouth agape with his neat eyebrows furrowed. his face is beat red, mocking the tip of his dick when, without warning, he’s cumming down your throat. thick spurts of it stream out and your worried it’s gonna run out your nose.

he pants when your lips leave him with a pop, immediately stroking his twitching cock afterward.

he lets out a little breath before smiling at you. your cheeks are puffed out—mouth full of cum. some of it even seeping down your chin, your eyes are all red and glassy, and he sees the wetness pooling at your thighs. he brings a hand to your face and pats your cheek twice.

“swallow it baby.” he hums when you do, rewarding you with a quick and cheery, good girl & you’re left with a weird thick sour milk like taste in your mouth. gross.

you feel yourself growing sluggish when stroking his dick, eyes hardly keeping themselves open when you look up to him, watching him nod to his spit and cum covered dick.

“clean me up and we can go take a nap.”