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roronoa ‘don’t wear no lingerie bc I’ll buss you down in a t-shirt and bonnet w/ moneybagg playing’ zoro

portgas d. ‘don’t bother shaving bc I’ll braid your coochie hairs while I’m eating you out’ ace

sanji ‘idc if you 250, sit on my face bc that’s the way I wanted to go out anyways’ vinsmoke

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genuinely speaking, is there truly a safe space on the internet where plus size people can exist?

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attitude.

pairing: bronx native!connie x black fem!yn

synopsis: running your mouth while drunk and getting testy with connie wasn’t your brightest idea.

word count: 1.1k

author’s note: marni here HEYYY! it’s been a year & a half since publishing my hobo eren smut and after much speculation, i realized i’m not done with tumblr LMFAOOO. i got too much nasty shit to think and write about so enjoy bronx connie fucking your shit up. please be at least 17+ when interacting with my works. much love, marni <33.

content warning: dirty talk (eng & spa), big dick!connie, cervix kissing, he’s a little mean, creampie, mirror fucking, backshots, rough sex, praise, degradation, thumb in booty action (my fav), floch, implied masturbation, recording, choking, dumbification, probably many typos of mine

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another moan left your lips as connie drove his dick deeper than the last stroke, nudging against your cervix with a nasty wet squelch before he pulled back out and let his tannish-brown dick rest between your fat asscheeks. the cream that coated it made him wanna nut, but he wasn’t done with you yet.

you on the other hand were shaking like a leaf from your other relentless orgasms, using this time to try and shuffle away from his demon dick before he snatched you back towards him.

“why you running ma? you told me i was too pussy to do something, right?” his accent was thick and low in your ear, making you clench around the cool air in your room. you knew connie was never one to back down from anything especially when involving you, but the drinks you had at the party earlier made you want to be testy with him.

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sheluvspringer replied to your story

the fuck??

why is floch mad close to you y/n 😐

you

1 thing you not is what? 🧏🏾‍♀️ say it w/ me: my nigga.

sheluvspringer

don’t ever fix your fingers to type that dumbass shit to me again y/n.

& floch? you need to do better🙎🏽‍♂️

you

make me? oh okay!

you ain’t on shit, you mad pussy bye

floch could do the shit you do & then some BYE LMFAOOOO 😭😭

sheluvspringer

ykw, you got it my heart 🙏🏾

safety, i’ll see you.

you

uh huh ‘preciate you gang 🙏🏾🙂‍↕️

THEY PLAYING MEG WAITITIT

IM ON THAT YAC I WANNA DANCE

seen.

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and damn here you are now, getting fucked up. his nails digging into your waist made you squirm around, whining from the back of your throat cause you didn’t have time for his games, you wanted to keep going.

“c-connie please! ‘m sorry ‘m sorry ‘m sorry, won’t do it again please fuck me..!”

connie looked down at you, grabbing the base of his dick before guiding his tip over your wet slit slowly while tapping at it, almost twitching from the noises your pussy made and the strings that connected to him. he really did want to keep going, but he wasn’t feeling too nice at the moment and enjoyed your begging for his dick.

“tu coño está goteando ahora mismo. floch no puede follarte así, ¿verdad, nena?”

his spanish accent had your toes curling especially when you knew he said some foul shit. most times you’d be able to understand some of what he said, but your mind was too hazy around the fact that he was already already sliding back into your dripping entrance at a swift pace, nearly knocking the wind out of you.

connie lifted your head slightly, his tatted left hand wrapping itself around your neck to squeeze with his cool chain resting on your back. you caught the sight of yourself in your mirror and it was nasty; your bonnet was sliding off your head, drool was pooling at the side of your lips, your pierced nipples were out and hard with dark ass hickies scattered all over your chest, and connie was staring right at you while slowing his pace, making your pussy clench cause he was too fine.

toes curling and stomach locking up, your closed your eyes and let out a cry, his tip nudging your cervix again while you let out a couple of wet queefs. his laughs and heavy breaths filled the room as he slowed down, letting go of your throat before sitting back up to get a view of his creamed covered cock sliding out. “fuck, i’m digging you out that good mama?”

before you got the chance to answer, he thrusted back in and made you queef again, mumbling, “matter fact, hush up for me.” before letting spit gather on his tongue then letting it drop onto your asshole, using his free thumb to rub it around in time with his harsh paces again.

the male reached over and grabbed his phone, beginning to record with the flash on so he could see better for when he wants to watch on his own time, pointing it at your ass. if anyone else was in the room, all they would hear is ass clapping loudly against his hips, your winces and moans, and even his own moans and grunts.

“tell floch who’s treating your pussy right, bonita. tell him who.” he seethed, thrusts becoming harsher while you gasped and tried to push against connie’s stomach, but it didn’t work since he had his thumb hooked into your ass to pull you back.

“you better take all this dick, i’m not fucking playing with you.”

butterflies erupted in your tummy once you heard the lust and seriousness in his tone, moving your hands out the way before responding to his request the best you could, words coming out choppy and high pitched. “f-uck! you con- haah~! ‘m so close please please please ‘m sorry!”

“thereeeee we go, such a good girl for me aren’t you? should i let you cum?” a switch went off in your head as soon as you heard the word “cum”, babbling and begging getting louder. connie closed his eyes and felt his balls tighten up, signaling his release was close while also moaning from the warmth of your gummy walls squeezing his dick so good.

he pulled his thumb out to slap your ass roughly, pushing you further into the bed before setting the phone down to keep it recording, both hands resting on your hips before speeding his pace up, heavy balls repeatedly slapping your sensitive clit.

“cum with me baby, make a mess all over my dick.”

connie jabbed at your spot one last time, making your body lock up and tighten before whining loudly with tears running down your face as you creamed all over him. his thrusts slowed down to an eventual stop, moaning all kinds of spanish curses as he nutted inside.

he wasted no time in grabbing the phone, staring at it. “leave us the fuck alone.” and stopped the recording, ditching it before leaning down to wipe your tears and press soft kisses to your face.

“i’m right here pretty, you good?”

on floch’s end . . .

his phone dinged, making him raise a brow as he put his pencil down and went to open his messages, breath getting caught in his throat once he seen your ass getting fucked in the thumbnail. floch scrambled to find his airpods, putting them in his ears before pressing play and was already digging his hand in his sweats.

once floch saw connie’s strokes get rougher and your ass bubbling up each time, his dick grew harder while the tip became a soft pink color and began to leak precum out, his cheeks turning red from arousal before letting out a shaky breath.

yeah, he wasn’t getting work done no time soon.

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Op Boys walking their Daughters down the Aisle

Warning:None

Feat:Luffy, Sanji, Zoro, Law, Kid, Killer, Marco

d/n(Daughter's name)

Luffy

—As a proud father, Luffy will proudly walk beside her daughter. Will tell her how happy he was that she was about to have her own family. "Just remember, d/n, Daddy is still here" with a wide smile lingering across his face. 

Sanji

—This man will be in a mess. As soon as he sees his daughter in a wedding gown, he will start crying. "Look at my princess" he said, hugging his daughter tight. "Dad" his daughter said as she patted his father's back. He will be crying the whole time.

Zoro

—"Are you sure about that guy?" he said as the two of them started walking down the aisle. "We can still run" he said teasingly. It may not be obvious, but Zoro is very happy and sad inside. Knowing that his princess will be making her own family.

Law

—"Just remember everything I told you" he said. "Yes, dad" his daughter respond, he will be cool as he walks beside his daughter. But by the time both of them reach the altar, Law will be crying and kissing his daughter's cheeks. "You will still be daddies favorite" He needs comfort.

Kid

—"If ever this guy hurts you" he said as he look at you with a serious face "don't forget that Daddy is right here to kick his ass for you" You smile and pressed a kiss on his cheeks. "I know dad"

Killer

—He will hold his daughter's hand tightly. "I still can't believe that my daughter will now have her own family" he said. Tears start to build up on his eyes. "Dad?" his daughter said. "Daddy is ok" he said, pressing a kiss on his daughter's forehead.

Marco

—He'd be the calmest and wisest figure. He'd walk gently beside his daughter, offering loving support and advice. "Don't worry about me and your mother, it will be fine," he said, pressing a kiss on his daughter's forehead. "Just remember to cherish every moment with your husband" he said, smiling. "Thank you, papa" 

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❝𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐮𝐩!❞

synopsis: you're tasked with waking up zoro for dinner, but it's hard to make him budge.

pairing: zoro x gn!reader cw: more tooth rotting fluff for my favorite swordsman :) wc: ~1.6k an: i had a dream about this and added some even more fluff because why not. ty all i hope you enjoy <3 also i realized i have a decent chunk of zoro fics about napping lol maybe this is why im sleepymarimo i just love that sleepy lil guy

"Where the hell is that shitty swordsman?" Sanji grumbles, cigarette hanging from his lips as he sets a hefty plate of rice on the dining table.

Even though you're acutely aware that the marimo is missing, you pretend to peer over shoulders and swivel your head to give the impression that you're just as clueless as everyone else. You're already sat at the table, utensils neatly resting beside your plate.

Everyone else is already in the dining room, Luffy practically on the brink of perishing as the food is placed before him. Chopper and Usopp are close behind, their forks glinting in the light.

Robin is patient, smiling at the sight before her, the one she's grown to love. "I believe he said something about taking a nap," she reveals, her fingers wrapping around the stem of a wine glass. "He might be holed up in the boy's room."

"You mean the men's room?" Franky speaks up in an attempt to lighten the mood, the cola bottle in his hand hissing as he pops the cap.

Nami shakes her head, not in the mood to entertain the hooligans she calls her crewmates- her family. When Luffy, Usopp, and Chopper start to chant for their food, the navigator's last straw cracks into a million pieces.

Her chair slides back with a screech as she stands, planting her hands on the table. "Ugh, I can't believe that guy, sleeping through dinner!" The sigh she gives is intentionally dramatic, her charm working its magic as Sanji quickly offers to knock some sense into the green-haired swordsman.

It all comes to a halt when a pair of hands sprout from the table, tugging at the cook's shirt in a silent command to stay put. All eyes go to Robin, her knowing gaze easily hiding whatever ploy is running through her mind.

She calls your name and you immediately feel your cheeks warm, though you still feign obliviousness even if it seems like she's peeking right into your brain.

"Why don't you get Zoro?" she suggests, yet deep down you know you don't have an option.

Even if the thought of protesting crosses your mind, the chorus of growling stomachs and pleas for you to hurry have you standing and scampering up the stairs and to the deck.

Standing in front of the door to the boy's cabin, you feel your stomach drop a bit. You're quite literally entering a tiger's den, into the willing jaws of a beast who has been known to treasure booze, swords, and naps above all else.

The air inside the room is significantly more warm, heavy, compared to the cool breeze blowing outside. It's dark, your eyes adjusting to the lack of lighting as you carefully step over shoes and dirty clothes.

For a moment the beds seem empty and you wonder if he's even inside, yet the massive figure atop one of the bunks makes you quickly reconsider that thought.

His bare back rises and falls at a leisurely pace, his arms sprawled over the sides of the bed while he lays on his front. Cheek pressed comfortably into his pillow, Zoro naps away without much care for anything else.

After gawking for a second or two, you step toward the bunk, mentally cursing, and steel yourself for what feels like the millionth time. The wooden structure is a bit too tall for you to get a look at him, so with a small grunt you step onto the bottom bunk and grip onto the rails to hoist yourself up.

As soon as you take a glimpse over the top bunk's railing, you feel the warmth of his exhales across your nose and cheeks. It makes your face warm, your own breaths stalling as you take in the sight of him looking so… serene.

His face is softened, relaxed, a stark contrast to the pinched brows and scowls he usually wears.

Imagining the exasperated faces of your hungry crewmates, you get on with your small mission. Even though you're there to wake him, you're considerate enough to keep mindful of your tone. "Zoro?" comes his name from your lips, a murmur not quite suited for waking a beast.

The most you get out of him is the slight wrinkling of his nose, like a fly had perched there for a second before buzzing off. In a way it's expected given that he's slept through storms and whole marine attacks.

Your tone is louder the next time you call his name, more firm, his silhouette becoming pronounced as your eyes adjust to the dark room. "Zoro," you call again, arms starting to ache from how you're pulling yourself up to the top bunk.

Again, nothing. It's almost comical at this point, really.

You resist the urge to groan in frustration, your options becoming more limited. Time really isn't on your side here, not when the odds of a hungry pirate barging into the room increases by the second.

Taking a big breath, you decide that this is going to be the last try. This is going to be the one to wake the marimo, whether he likes it or not.

Unfortunately, the sea has other plans for you.

The ship hits a patch of rough water, the violent movement causing you to lose your grip on the railing tethering you to the top bunk. Your breath also catches when the sudden jolt makes your feet slip off the mattress belonging to the bottom bed, your heart skipping a beat when you feel yourself starting to fall back.

You're fully prepared to brace yourself against the harsh floor, your muscles tensing and jaw tightening, but you don't even have the chance to fall back a single inch.

A strong arm, previously hanging limp over the bed, curls around your waist and holds you steady. It supports all your weight, even as your legs kick out in an attempt to find solid ground. With your face suddenly squished into the junction of his neck, your own arms act on instinct and wrap around his shoulders.

Zoro's awake now, steel-grey eye open and aware as if he hadn't been knocked out cold just seconds ago. His senses have a unique threshold, not bothering to pick up on the calls of his name but always managing to be ready when his crewmates need him most- especially you.

His skin is warm, a tell tale sign that he'd probably been napping for hours. Tightening his grip on you, he sits up, pulling you with him. You're still disoriented, wondering why you haven't hit the floor, but he's as sharp as ever.

"The hell are you doin'?" he grumbles, voice still heavy from his rest, carrying that delightful rasp. His irritated tone is a facade, more of a light chide than anything. "You tryin' t'break your neck or something?"

You feel like a fish out of water, mouth opening and closing a couple times while you're still dangling from the top bunk. It's hard to not get in a few mumbled apologies, not knowing if he's ticked from being stirred from his sleep.

"Dinner is ready," you reply, managing to find your words, your hold on him not letting up due to fear of falling once more. He feels so warm, the definition of a guilty pleasure, and you're left to exert as much self-control as possible.

He lets out a scoff, amused, then grunts as he finally realizes you're still hanging over the bed. His hand moves, sliding across your waist to grab at the back of your shirt. While Zoro's strength is known throughout all the seas, it always leaves you in awe. With nothing more than a bicep curl, he hoists you up and onto the top bunk with him.

A sigh of relief leaves your lips as you sink into the soft mattress, the bunk creaking with the added weight and how Zoro shifts into a seated position. Legs crossed over one another, he stretches his arms over head, unintentionally showing off his physical prowess.

Your eyes find the ceiling out of respect, but mostly because you're another second away from bursting into flames.

He yawns, then rubs at the back of his neck. "Dinner, huh?" he repeats, finding the answer satisfactory enough and shrugging his shoulders. "They sent the right person. I don't need that shitty cook hurling a kick my way."

You nod and even get out a laugh. "Yeah, I'm sure waking up to me almost falling is a lot better," you joke, looking over the bunk to see the drop to the floor.

"It's no problem," he assures, his gold earrings catching in the slivers of moonlight entering through the window as a lazy smirk grows on his face. "I got ya."

While you'd be willing to skip dinner to stay with the swordsman, your stomach protests with a hefty grumble. Zoro's stomach follows suit, making it's need for food known. The timing of it makes another laugh slide past your lips, a sound that makes his smirk soften into something more genuine.

With a small grunt, he hops off of the top bunk and lands on the floor with a solid thud. "Alright," he starts, stretching his back out a bit more before lifting his head to meet your gaze. "Let's go eat." His arms raise, ready to help you down from the bed. Whether you want to take the ladder or propel yourself into his embrace, he silently vows to be there to offer support. Although Zoro could be stubborn, gruff, and brash, he'd never let you fall, not ever.

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your work is so good! could you please write something about dick grayson being protective or something. like non sexual dominance and all that jazz, thanks!!

You’re so kind!!! I didn’t do protective as much and did more Dick knowing you insanely well and being so effortlessly dominant :) I hope you like it

You’re not usually so unsettled but everything has been pushing you to be a bit of what Dick would term a ‘brat.’

Not too demanding or difficult, but just enough where he has to be a little more stern than usual.

Like earlier, you’d been stomping around trying to find something to do, and had been looking to start an argument. Dick had leveled your attitude clean off with the look and a, “Try that again, princess?” And that had been that.

You’re in the kitchen now, working a recipe you’d been wanting to rest for a little while and Dick can tell you’re a couple minutes from being too much.

He’s had to tell you three times to, ‘watch your tone,’ and you’re teetering on the edge of another warning.

“Dick get in here.” Usually, there’s a ‘please, honey,’ attached to the end of that- still he humours you.

“What’s eating you?” He asks, moving you away from your dough ball and over to the sink. “You’ve been bratty all day.”

Dick knows how to work you is the problem- or solution from his point of view. He knows how to handle this specific type of bratty, this need to poke and prod under his skin to get a reaction that he isn’t dignifying.

You just huff, letting him clean your hands and then dry them. “Where’s my sweet girl, hm?” That and the way he ducks a little to catch your eye has you melting a little.

“I feel weird and grumpy.” You grumble the words and he smiles, hiding it away in your hair.

“Yeah? Wonder why,” he knows why, he figured it out a couple hours ago when you’d started whinging about how there was nothing sweet or chocolatey in the house.

“I think I’m pmsing,” you whisper and Dick nods, sitting you on the counter. His thumb and forefinger pinch your chin to tip it up.

“Maybe next time,” he starts, eyes focused on yours so intensely you can’t look away. “Tell me when you’re feeling like this, instead of being a little extra bratty?”

You pout, “M’not a brat.” Dick smushes a kiss to your temple.

“Maybe a little.” He coos and you sigh, conceding to the claims that are very true.

He’d been the only one to get you to hold eye contact like this, all intense and smoldering and make it not feel like you wanted to crawl out of your skin. It also helped that he made all instruction seem so easy and effortless and you find yourself not wanting to fight him on them like you’d fought your other boyfriends.

“Okay, I’ll try.” Dick nods, a satisfied smile on his lips. “Would you help me with the chocolate chip cookies? I wanna make some mini ones.”

“Course I can,” He moves to walk away when you tug the hem of his compression shirt, eyes a little wide. “You wanna freeze some like last time?”

“You’re not upset? That I was being bratty?” You ask and Dick coos, his hands cupping your cheeks. He uses that position to smush a smattering of kisses to your lips.

“No baby. I know that’s just how your body works right now, with all those extra hormones.” He kisses your eyebrows, the wrinkle between them, the corners of your eyes, your cheeks and makes his way back to your lips.

“Kiss?” You ask and he laughs. With little flourish, your lips are fused together, a little tongue and teeth and then you’re apart.

“Let me help you with your cookies and we can get some of that butterfly tea thing you like, okay?”

You swing your legs as Dick retrieves the mini scoop and starts portioning the cookies for now and the cookies for later- all the while giving you bits of cookie dough.

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Oh please expand on your thoughts about Dick being obsessed with reader’s hips and love handles!! What happens when he leaves Jason to go find them???

Initial thought a little suggestive so MDNI 18+ONLY

“You’re fucking whipped!” Jason calls after him as he watches Dick rush off behind you.

Jason doesn’t need to be looking at his brother to know that he’s flipping him the bird.

“I’m leaving, don’t break the bed again.”

“Baby,” Dick walks into the bedroom to find you sitting with your scrapbook and your colourful pens and markers all spread out on your table.

“Yes?” You spare him a quick glance and then look back at your book. You’re trying to arrange your cuttings and scraps from your days in the city with Dick nicely but you’re just not getting the right look.

“C’mere a second,” he’s leaning on the door jam, watching you as you sigh and stand. He gives you a once over and bites his lip. “Fuck.”

“What?” You look down at yourself and then back up at Dick. He doesn’t say anything and you frown. “Richard, what is it?”

He only shakes his head. “You just,” he inhales harshly and he’s got you pressed up against him suddenly; his hands cemented to your hips kneading the fat there. “You’re unbelievably attractive.”

“I’m only in lounge clothes.” You’re trying to not let the effects of his attention be too evident but it isn’t working because Dick can see your pulse tick under your jaw.

“Yeah and you’re stunning. I swear it’s your fucking hips I don’t know what about them but they’re so fucking,” Dick trails off as his hands grope your hips and waist a little harder.

You don’t mind. His nose brushes along your jaw, his mouth nipping at the sensitive skin under it making you shiver.

“Jason is right outside.” Despite your efforts, your voice is breathy and your head cranes back just a little to give Dick more room.

“He went home, just you and me here.” His teeth sink into the column of your neck making you gasp.

“I’m scrapbooking.” You try to deny the way your stomach pools, the heat that pours right into your centre and crawls up your chest making your breath heave.

Dick licks against your neck, sucking a bruise right above your collarbone. “Too busy for me, then? Should I stop?” He’s only teasing, Dick knows that won’t be what you want. He’s proved right when your arms sling around his neck and you pull him closer.

“No, no. Keep going.”

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no cause dick getting protective when they're at a gala and some old rich guy starts implying that y/n doesn't belong there cause they don't come from wealth

you're the best writer on this app btw!!!

That’s so sweet! I hope you enjoy this

“Why are they here?” You hear it once when you walk in and then again when Dick comes up behind you and drops a kiss to your cheek.

“They just don’t fit.”

Dick doesn’t hear until he’s dishing out your dinner, your plate being shared for both your tastes.

“You could do better, Grayson.” First he thinks it’s about his choice of food- which he doesn’t care about but then he follows the man’s gaze and frowns.

His eyes narrow, taking in the heavy set man beside him.

“Excuse me?”

He’s really trying not to flip out. He doesn’t want to make a scene at Bruce’s fancy gala but he will, he knows he will, if this man says anything out of place.

“Your date. You could’ve gotten anyone, anyone who fit in with the rest of us.” The way he says ‘us’ really grates on his nerves. As if money would matter to Dick, as if it would make a difference to your personality.

“You’re wrong. Money doesn’t always equate to value you know. Maybe you should worry more about your house than what goes on in my life.”

Dick walks off without another word and finds you sitting at your table with only Damien as company- he isn’t as bad as Dick tries making him look.

“Hey baby,” you smile softly, eyes pleading with Damien who doesn’t look the least bit remorseful as he tattles to Dick.

“Some of these old guys are real pieces of work. They don’t even realise that they’re being robbed right under their noses but they think they have the right to comment on dating preferences.”

Dick’s eyes are ablaze. “They said something to you?” You shrug.

“It’s not a big deal, bigots are bigots no matter where you go.”

Dick and Damien find it very big deals but you distract Dick, Damien’s called off by Bruce who gives you a nod that makes you smile.

“Baby, it’s fine. It’s what they’re like and they’re old; they hardly change their mind. Not until they’re on their deathbeds anyway.”

Dick sighs and you decide to pull out the big guns. You walk over to his chair and sit across his lap, your nails burying in his hair as your lips press to his ear.

“Let it go Grayson, it doesn’t bother me and it shouldn’t bother you.”

“Boils my fucking blood that they think they can just say those things no problem.” You hum, kissing his jaw.

“Don’t do anything crazy, Richard.”

He only groans, holding on to your hip as his hand reaches for something off the plate.

“No promises. I love you, just the way you are.”

You smile, eating straight from his hands. “I love you just the way you are, too. Which is why I know you and Damien are going to retaliate, but at least make it untraceable.”

Dick chuckles, “I know my way around tech, pretty girl. It’s one hundred percent untraceable.”

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DICK GRAYSON who has you pressed cheek first into the window in the hotel room after the gala. Only in your heels and lace bra, his shirt unbuttoned and pants pulled down to free his cock. ‘you think he’d fuck you like this? huh?’ with one hand gripping your hip and the other planted on the window beside your head. The glass fogging around your body as he pistons relentlessly into you ‘don’t get quiet now, you had plenty to say at the gala with his hands all over you’. His tie wrapped around your wrists behind you as he calls you a slut for even letting another man put their hands on you.

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when it comes to gentle parenting, eren knows nothing about it.

and not the average gentle parenting. the gentle parent teaching.

“erie, when someone messes with you at school what do you do?” eren tilted his head at his daughter. it was two days until her first day of kindergarten, and he just wanted to make sure she had everything down packed for when she went.

“mommy told me to tell the teacher so that the teacher calls her.” erie glanced back at her dad while playing with barbie’s on the table. “girl, mommy don’t know what she talkin bout. if someone messes with you, you punch them in the nose-“ he tried to whisper, but you already heard everything.

“eren what are you talking about? you don’t teach your daughter to hit kids.” you frowned, plucking his head before walking over to your daughter. “erie, if someone hits you, you hit them back. but if someone’s messing with you, tell the teacher.” you rubbed your daughters head. “okay?”

“okay, but daddy said-“

“don’t worry about what daddy said, daddy doesn’t know what he’s talking about baby.” you kissed her forehead with a soft smile before giving eren a small death stare.

“okay well if someone keeps messing with you then that’s when you punch them in the neck-“

“eren.”

“i’m tryna tell her right so she’ll know not to let nobody f-“ he paused. “mess with her.”

“violence isn’t always the answer.” you rolled your eyes.

“when you get d-r-u-n-k it’s always the answer.” eren mumbled, glancing at erie to see if she understood what he was spelling.

you stood up and grabbed eren by the ear. “don’t teach your daughter to fight kids when they’re being kids.” you then looked at erie. “you only hit when you need to baby. ‘kay?” you pinched erens ear one more time. “ow!”

“okay, mama.” erie smiled.

you walked off, leaving eren and erie alone. which wasn’t really the smartest idea.

“bubby, if somebody mess with you, you hit them in the neck and call daddy. not mommy, daddy.”

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for your eyes only

smut under the cut, minors dni

⋆｡°✩ thinking about dick grayson and how he loves his perfect, pretty girl so much. his entire gallery is filled with pictures of you; photos of you that look as if they were taken by a professional photographer with just the right lighting as he captures you in all your good angles (though let’s face it—every angle of you is a good angle, especially to him) for you to post on your social media, others are of the two of you on dates, his hand in yours or at the small of your back, or nights in with the two of you wearing face masks and stuffing your mouths with popcorn as you watch trashy reality TV shows or riveting drama series on Netflix.

most of his gallery, however, is filled with candid pictures of you that he takes when you’re not looking or he snaps at just the right moments in order to capture the memory; you putting on lipgloss as you use your compact, pictures of your eyes crinkling at the corners as you laugh heartily at his jokes, or grinning and your eyes twinkling with excitement as you play with the puppy the two of you adopted, or those of you with yours lips pursed and brows furrowed slightly as you concentrated on reading a book or drawing, mind too lost in your imagination and thoughts to notice the his phone’s camera flash in the warm, dim lighting of your room.

but his favorite pictures are concealed in a separate folder, one that requires a password and is guarded by several protections to keep others from potentially seeing or hacking into it. in all honesty though, most of these are videos of you that he likes to look at on those late nights he has to be away from you, just like tonight.

dick’s hand wraps around his cock, thumb rubbing over his thick, leaking tip, copying as best as he could how you’d hold him in your soft hands, pumping his fist up and down his shaft, desperate for some semblance of you as his eyes are glued to his screen, the sounds of his own voice echoing in his earphones (as if he’d ever risk anyone else hearing the sounds you’d make for him).

“pussy’s so good f’me, pretty,” he moans in the video as his hand spreads your folds, watching intently on how your cunt greedily stretches around his cock. “fuck—won’t last long, baby. you’re so fuckin’ tight.” he groans, burying himself inside you as you whine and moan and mewl against his hips snapping at your ass, each of his thrusts causing the fat of it to jiggle, until he finally pulls out, his cum painting your ass with creamy white ropes. but he’s not done yet, not when he scoops up some of it on his fingers and brings it up to your mouth— the good girl that you were for him, your tongue immediately darts out as you suck on his digits, and he lets out another groan; though this time dick isn’t sure if the sound is emanating from the video or from his own lips.

he scrolls through the folder, before landing on his favorite picture of you, knees pressed to your chest, legs spread so beautifully for him, the tip of his cock just a little bit cut off from the frame, your wet hole leaking with his cum, a blissed out, cockdrunk smile on your lips as your eyes catch in the light of the camera’s flash.

just thinking about that time with you is enough to make him finally cum from his own hand, imagining his fist was your tight cunt he loves so much.

he sighs, sweat trickling down his forehead as he slowly comes down from his high—only for him to perk up once again, blood rushing towards his cock when he sees a notification pop on on his screen: a message from you.

‘for your eyes only❣️” it read.

man, was he lucky to have you.

[backwzzds]

ೃ⁀➷ real bad gyal, eren jaeger

some old eren draft i had

“you know using him to make jean jealous aint really gon work, right?” you look over at your friend. her blond hair rested in waves as the makeup she wore shined, even in the dim light.

tiffany rolls her eyes. “of course it will. they’re friends.”

you twisted your face in response, “well…i wouldn’t exactly call it frie—“ tiffany cuts you off by handing you her drink and presenting herself better. she was preparing to go over and shoot her shot with local plug, eren, who was hosting the party with his buddies ony and connie. you never really interacted with eren a whole lot like that, but from what you heard, tiffany was not exactly…his type.

you wave your friend off as you lean up against the wall, awaiting her return. your eyes follow her over to the boy smoking a wood as he leaned against the countertop, laughing and enjoying his time with armin and connie.

you wouldn’t even call yourself friends with tiffany. she was just someone you had the majority of your classes with, and the only thing you shared in common with her was that you both had the same exact schedule as eren, and sometimes connie and ony. connie was a close friend of your brother’s so, that was the only reason why you were tight with him, and even ony.

tiffany approaches eren with a pretty smile on her face as she slickly inserts herself into the conversation with the guys. connie looks down at her with a weird look, unsure of exactly where she came from, but continues in with his story anyway.

you take a sip of your own drink and your mind can’t help but wander to how you were gonna cram for your anatomy and physiology exam in a week. you felt underprepared, and that anxiety clearly showed in your face as you dozed off into the atmosphere, mentally gone from the rowdy atmosphere around you.

“holon, check this,” connie scoffs as he makes his way to you. your attention is grabbed when the fully tatted boy nudges you. “yo, y/n,” you hum in response, facing him. in your peripheral, you could feel eren’s eyes move over to you, and now it was his turn to furrow his eyebrows. he’s seen you around campus sometimes, but you ran in totally different groups. he’s heard about you from mikasa’s study sessions sometimes, but that was bout it.

you peak his interest when connie begins begging you to backup his street cred in ball playing, causing you to laugh. you quickly cover your mouth feeling as if your laugh was loud and horrible, but it’s hard to compose yourself when connie is begging you to prove his point in beating your brother in basketball nearly every weekend.

“bro come on tell the guys!” giggling, you finally agree and walk up to the group hanging out in the kitchen. pouring yourself some more sprite in your cup, you make your way over to where connie, eren and ony were arguing.

“has this been going on all night?” you lean over and ask armin.

he rolls his eyes in response. “since last week. ony and eren doubted con’s basketball skills and the three of them have not been able to shut up since.” you could tell the poor blonde was tired of the bickering between the group.

“i just don’t believe you!” eren exclaims. “you claim to win with de’ondre every weekend but when you ball with us, you suck ass!”

your eyes widen at the insult. so he did know your brother. he was his plug after all. you turn to connie wondering if he was gonna say something back, but the boy shook his head and turned to you. “you de’s lil sister? miss crybaby?” a smirk forms on his lips as he teases you.

you roll your eyes at the nickname your brother coined you for his friends. “sure. we’ll go with that.”

the rest of the night is filled with giggles and laughs as you hang out with the boys. within half an hour, you leave to get yourself another drink, and eren follows after you.

the boy holds out a wood to you before asking, “you smoke?” as you looked down at the drug and before you could even get an answer out, eren waves you off and reaches behind his ear to pull out a blunt. “my bad. ladies don’t smoke woods.”

you give him a look, knowing damn well his customers say otherwise. “don’t you sell girls woods on campus?”

“not the pretty ones,” eren scoffs. “that your friend over there?” eren gestured his head over to where tiffany stood, pretending to be busy on her phone.

you shrug your shoulders and begin to pour yourself out some juice. “not really. just classmates.” you admit honestly. you and tiffany really weren’t that close. you had other friends you were closer to, and and she just wasn’t one of them.

“damn,” eren mutters. he felt like you were slightly cold. but in fact, you were just brutally honest. he liked that. “never heard someone get classmate-zoned before. that’s a new one, god damn.”

you roll your eyes in response. “we not really cool like that. we just got some classes together is all. she’s in your class.”

“hm,” eren hummed in response. “you in my class too?”

“i have been since freshman year,” you roll your eyes again. eren barely payed attention to things. “anyways, she was just tryna use you to make her ex boyfriend jealous.”

eren digs back into his memory to figure out who tiffany’s boyfriend could be. “wait that’s jean’s girl?!” tou nod your head in response and lean against a closet door. “that’s crazy.”

“why?”

“she’s been tryna get with me since high school,” eren chuckled with a scoff. “tried to fuck me and connie for free bud too. the streets is getting hard out here.”

“oh,” you raise your eyebrows in shock, but not complete surprise. now you understood why her and jean were on and off. you always knew she was weird. “that is crazy.”

“yeah, she’s not my type though,” the drug dealer shrugged casually as he lit up another wood.

you eye him, “yeah? what is your type?” you ask curiously. you weren’t sure if it was you or the alcohol talking, but you were just hoping you weren’t embarrassing yourself in front of him.

“for one, white girls are not my thing,” he admits. “i like you though.”

“oh? so you like bad gyal?” you joked with a playful raise of your brow. this causes eren to laugh brightly.

showing off his pearly whites, canines encased in real 14 karat gold plating, eren gives you a warm smile. “yeah, guess you can say so,” he shrugs. “you gonna let me take you out and see?”

[backwzzds]

One Piece Men and their S/O, featuring 18+ (questionable) (SpongeBob) memes

Shoutout to Pinterest for showing me these for absolutely no reason 😭, MDNI 😐

Sir Crocodile

Katakuri

Mihawk

King

Rosinante

[backwzzds]

all it took was one moment for you to finally get the nerd all to yourself. it took a glossy lipped kiss on the football captain, and jumps of excitement that you had won the friday night game for eren to break. now you rested on his bed, in his single dorm. your body marked in marker; his name all over you. his knees were beside your head, dick having a small print in your throat as you gargled on his thick length, cum and spit spill out the side of your mouth.

“a slut. m-my slut” he rushed out, glasses becoming foggy with his heavy breath, and his hair sticking to his hot skin. he looked so hot. pulling himself out, his cock stood in front of your face, you both having intense eye contact. “mine?” was all he said. while it came out as a statement his eyebrow rose in conformation; which you were more than happy to give. “yours” you repeated making eren smile, nodding. he grabbed his still hard cock slapping it on your cheek and putting it back into your warm hole.

this time he took it deep, fucking your face for all it was worth, because you’re his now. you moaned around him, throat contracting on his muchroom tip and taking deep heavy breaths through your nose. “there baby! fuckkk” he said, ropes shooting out of him deep into your throat making you swallow the gooey essence with a sigh.

[backwzzds]

my stomach bubbling GAWD

personal trainer!zoro headcanons

black fem!reader (plus sized), reader is a bodybuilder/weightlifter, humor, banter, reader is self conscious (not for those reasons but you’ll see!), fluff, best friends to lovers, sfw + nsfw under the cut, public sex (they use gym showers + equipment), riding, backshots, full nelson, praise kink, calls reader baby, good girl and princess, heavy squirting, throatfucking, other things

I am like highly obsessed with gym rat!zoro and I couldn’t get this idea out of my head so enjoy!

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.─── ── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.

personal trainer!zoro has been obsessed with you since the day you guys met. He’s watched you since your weightlifting days in high school and has been infatuated for years.

personal trainer!zoro has always had a love for working out and the gym..a second home of sorts and the only place he feels he truly thrives. It was no question to anyone what he’d end up doing with his life once he got older. Thus became a personal trainer after going to school.

personal trainer!zoro, who helps his clients with workout plans and meals, all to become their best selves and reach their goals..is notorious for his intense regimens. Many would call him a ‘beast among men’. Even so, they’d get the results they desired.

personal trainer!zoro was the first person to encourage you to pursue weightlifting on the competition level and trained you throughout your journey.

personal trainer!zoro was also the first person to welcome you back to the scene after an injury put you on hiatus..he was however concerned once your session ended that day and personal trainer!zoro saw a side of you that he never had before…

“hey, what happened out there? You froze up a little bit at the end. I told you, hesitating when lifting can seriously hurt you. Gotta be more careful next time, okay?” “I know, I’m sorry..it’s just that I don’t really feel like I belong here anymore.”

personal trainer!zoro sat and listened as you explained away your fear and anxiety of returning to the weightlifting scene. Afraid that you wouldn’t be as good as you once were. Naturally, all he did was laugh!

“Well yeah, of course you’re not going to be the same. That’s how injuries work. It doesn’t mean you give up on something you love because it gets a lil’ tough..that’s a bullshit excuse if I’ve heard one.” “Damn, not even gonna try to spare my feelings a little bit, huh?” “And why would I do a thing like that? You’re my girl, I’d never let you stay in a place like that.”

personal trainer!zoro instantly flustered at the thought of calling you ‘his girl’ and noticed you did the same..however, that awkward tension soon turned into something more when the two of you packed up for the day and headed to the showers.

personal trainer!zoro couldn’t help but to notice your curvaceous figure whilst he prepared to go over to the men’s side..not to mention, the way you kept staring at him when he took his shirt off!

“What’s up with you? You keep being all weird and shit. Are you sure you want to do this?” “Yes! I’m fine..”

personal trainer!zoro knew he could be blunt but this wasn’t like you! Acting all nervous around him like you guys hadn’t seen each other at every point in your life..high and low, best and worst and certainly like this. He just didn’t understand the issue.

personal trainer!zoro wasn’t prepared when you began to confess that you were nervous around him because it’s been ages since you last saw one another and he looked so much better than you expected..from his muscular build to his tan and even the couple tattoos he’d acquired. You were bigger than most women that came through here and yet, he looked like he could toss you over his shoulder with no problem!

“Oh..so that’s it? I see..somebody’s got a crush, how cute..” “..you’re such a jackass, you know that? I just said you looked good! That’s all..” sending the both of you into laughter.

personal trainer!zoro still wasn’t going to let you off that easy..inching closer and bridging the space between your bodies.

“Well you know I could say the same for you..I see you’ve been working out more than your arms..” referring to the round and plumpness of your thick ass. “And of course, that face is still just as pretty.”

personal trainer!zoro was never one for beating around the bush and he could sense there was something more than friendly banter between you guys. Truthfully, he needed you..needed to let you know that his feelings were more than that of a friendship. Which he did so by caressing your body and eventually shoving his tongue into your mouth!

“I never knew you felt that way about me..” “..maybe you should try paying more attention..”

personal trainer!zoro wastes no time in sloppily kissing you as you guys peel each other’s clothes off before making it to the showers.

personal trainer!zoro is taken aback when you sink to your knees underneath the flowing waters and begin to tease his cock..running your tongue around the tip, suckling slowly before eventually devouring the entire thing. Which had him clawing the walls and screaming out as his shaft made home in your throat.

“Fuck..I missed you.” “Yeah, baby? Show me how much with that pretty mouth..”

personal trainer!zoro has to stop himself from orgasming too quick and all but shove you away because it’s obvious weightlifting isn’t your only skill!

personal trainer!zoro can’t help but be infatuated by the jiggle of your ass as you pull him along underneath the warm waters..that he just can’t resist the urge to make you grip the wall and bend over so he can pound you from behind. Feeding you deep strokes and backshots. “Right there, Zo! Fuck yes..don’t stop, please..” “..Don’t worry, not until I stretch this little pussy out..you’re not going anywhere.”

personal trainer!zoro fucks you almost animalistic. Never once breaking eye contact with you, grunting in your ear and pounding you with all he had..even if his knees buckled from the insane grip of your cunt. Especially when he forces you to squirt all over him; splattering him with your juices.

“That’s my good girl..let that shit out. I can tell you haven’t had a good nut in a while. You needed this, didn’t you, baby?” “Yes, baby. You’re fucking me so good..”

personal trainer!zoro circled back to your earlier comment about how muscular he had gotten and wanted to put it to the test! “Here, grab my neck, sweetheart. I got you.” Instructing as proceeded to fuck you in a full nelson. Picking you up and slamming you down on his cock until he felt himself getting close.

personal trainer!zoro painted your face with ropes of his warm cum, right there in that gym shower..not concerned with anyone or anything else.

“Kiss me..you look so pretty like this.” Cupping your cheek before shoving his tongue in your mouth. “Welcome back, princess. Same time tomorrow, alright? And you better be ready to go harder.”

personal trainer!zoro was feeling more motivated than ever in his work, now that he had his favorite person and client back.

[backwzzds]

YOU AINT GOT WHAT?

pairing: connie springer x black!fem!reader

SUMMARY: glo released a new song for the summer… connie hates it.

CONTAINS: BLACK female reader, a lil bit of breeding kink, dirty talk (its connie), choking, connie recording reader, unprotected sex (wrap them willy’s yall), squirting, creampie

NIYAH’S THOUGHTS: my first fic!! give this love 🩷

You just finished flat ironing your 30 inch bussdown. Only you would get cute in the middle of the day to take pictures and videos. You applied lipgloss on your lips and adjusted the light on your vanity in your dressing room. You and Connie had extra rooms in your house and you decided to put them to use. Connie had his man cave while you had your own thing.

You scrolled on tiktok to find some sounds for you to do. It was annoying you that you couldn’t find any until you hear Glorilla’s voice.

“It’s 7pm, Friday. It’s 95 degrees. Ian got no nigga and no nigga ain’t got me…”

“Hollon she ate this shit up.” You muttered to yourself before pressing the sound, listening to it a good few times to learn the lyrics.

You made the video and was really feeling how you looked in it so you saved it and went to Instagram and posted it on your story. It didn’t take long for people to start hearting it and telling you that you look good.

You went back to tiktok to find more sounds, taking a few pictures in your mirror. You started to do a video when Connie’s yells could be heard throughout the house, yelling at his game and it made you roll your eyes before stopping your video.

Connie’s day was going good.

He woke up happy. He did his drops with Eren, making his money, he got on the game with the rest of his homeboys. His day was going good. He should’ve known it was too good to be true.

The sun was settled and it dawned on him that he hasn’t seen you almost all day. Before he could even yell for you, his phone started to go off. Half of his notifications were from him and his homeboy’s group chat was active and the other was from your Instagram. You both trusted each other enough to have the other’s passwords to everything, neither of you had shit to hide.

He opened the group chat first.

eren.

damn connie what yall broke up for now? 🙄

ony.

shit nigga was on the game all day so

armin.

who’s side are you on? 🤣

connie.

wtf is yall talm bout?

eren.

check her instagram… you is in troubleee 😂

Connie went to Instagram, your story popping up first. He clicked on it and saw your tiktok, putting his volume all the way up. You looked pretty with your hair and makeup all done, but he didn’t see the problem until he heard Glorilla say those words…

“Ian got no nigga and no nigga ain’t got me.”

He switched to your Instagram and saw all the thirsty ass niggas that was replying to your story. Telling you how pretty you were and how they could be your new man. He had seen enough.

Connie stood up and went towards your dressing room. He entered to see you bent over in the mirror to take another picture. You heard the door open and you turn your head to look at him before walking towards him.

“Hey papi, I was just taking pictures. You wanna see em?” You asked him, giving him no time to answer as you started to swipe through your pictures. “Damn, I look so mothafuckin good—”

You were interrupted by a hand being placed on your jaw, squishing your lips together. “Connieee you’re gonna mess up my makeup—”

“It’s finna be fucked up in a minute because you really got me fucked up.” He told you while you stare up at him, confused.

“Nigga what the fuck is your problem? I didn’t do you shit.”

“It was just a t—tiktok, I swearrrr!” You screamed into your pillow for the millionth time while Connie was hitting your shit from the back. He ate your pussy for a while, having enough after you came twice— but that still wasn’t enough for him. Your makeup was indeed fucked up—one lash was halfway off your eye while the other was on your pillow.

“Nah, who the fuck you was tryna show out for, mami? I told you your friends gone get you in trouble one day.” He told you, smacking your ass to tell you he was really mad at you. You were flat out sobbing at the beating he was giving your pussy. It only angered him more when you didn’t answer him, wrapping his hand around the back of your neck and brought you against his chest. “You hear me talkin to you, girl. Who you was showin out for?”

“Nobodyyy, papi-Oh fuuck- I’m sorryyy. I-I’ll delete it.”

Connie chuckled, pushing you back roughly against the bed and grabbing his phone. “Since you like makin videos and postin shit so much, post this shit.” He turned the flash on as he started to record.

“What—no. Connieeee…” You started to reach back to take the phone out of his hand, but he used on his own to pin both of your hands to your back.

To make it worse, his thrusts became deeper and rougher. At this point, you were crying into the pillow. Connie was hitting the spongy spot inside you over and over again and it hurt too good.

“For somebody that don’t got no man, you sure is loving this dick too-fuuuck- much,” Connie couldn’t even contain his own moans. You feel too good. “Tell them who you belong to mami, tell them who owns this pussy.”

You couldn’t even get no words out. This man was destroying your guts. He knew you couldn’t say anything because of how dicked out you were and it made him smirk.

“Maybe I should just go and give this dick to somebody else since you single and shit—”

“N-noooo. I belong to you, papi. My pussy belongs to you. I’m sorry.” You started to cry more at the thought of him leaving you. You couldn’t imagine anything without your man.

That was when Connie started to feel bad. He knew he would never leave you. You’re the only one for him. He was sure he was gonna put a ring on that finger anytime soon now. He stopped recording and slowed his thrusts down, his own orgasm approaching.

“Maybe I should just get you pregnant, so everyone knows you belong to me. You ain’t ever gettin away from me. I don’t give a fuck what you say. You understand?” Connie asked, bringing you up to give you a kiss on your cheek. He brought his hand down to rub on your clit and you were squirming away from him, but he had your body on lock.

“I understand, papi. Fuckfuckfuck I’m cumming.”

“Go head, princessa. Let it go so I can give you a baby.”

It was like a balloon burst inside you as you started to squirt all over the sheets, both of your legs, and Connie’s stomach. He let out one last groan before cumming inside of you, the warmth filling inside your body. Connie turned your head to give you a kiss and you let him.

“Connie?”

“Yes, mami?”

“It really was just a tiktok.”

“I don’t give a fuck. I bet not see you postin no shit like that again. You hear me?”

“I hear you, papi.”

[backwzzds]

It may come as no surprise

But I am down nasty for the Donut Man