ghostiesori

[ghostiesori]

in celebration of hitting 100 followers.. ✨🩷 thank you SO much btw!

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[ghostiesori]

I dont know what brain child teddy has but i need that. cause simon as a chef? my brain wouldve NEVER ! (love this real bad)

Chef!Ghost is head chef at his own restaurant, tasting and preparing dishes, telling off workers when needed, ordering supplies— Ghost does it all.

Chef!Ghost who only does in person interviews, no cameras either, right in his kitchen, during service. He doesn’t care for the hype or getting 3 million likes on social media, he wants people to come in, enjoy the atmosphere, the rock music playing during the day, Jazz at night— and then the warm and filling food that will make anybody melt as soon as it touches their tongues. Simon Riley’s, “secret ingredient” that everyone raves over.

“And what exactly could that be?” The interviewer asks, anticipatingly.

And he hums, an ends of his eyes crinkling a deep but light chuckle coming from his lips as he sautés a pan of vegetables, “A bit ‘f fuckin love, innit?”

Incomes waiter!reader who isn’t really supposed to be in the kitchen per say— you so badly want to be a pastry chef. But culinary school needs to be paid off, so you’re working at Ghost Restaurant (lol stupid name, walk with me). But at the restaurant theres no real deserts, just some cookies and a bit of ice cream, “Cause we have to,” one of his sous chef’s, Donny, laughs.

Waiter!reader who, after bribing Donny, got to bring a nicely made chiffon cake to go along with family meal. And the icing, blue is a bit messy. It’s not perfectly done and it’s pretty obvious, but theres some open star piping on it, a few white and yellow cute flowers too. Everyone’s raving about it, from the waiters to dishwashers to the line cooks— and then a nice slice is saved off for Ghost.

“You.” He points to one mid shift, two days later, simply says, motioning you away from the ticket station and to the back of the restaurant.

You’re more than nervous, clearly you must’ve pissed him off, desserts aren’t needed at the restaurant, and to turn family meal into a cake tasting. To Top it off you definitely dropped a couple plates this month. You’re smoked.

“You can make a marble cake, yeah?” Is what he first asks when the back door closes.

You take a glance around the mess of the office, gulp down whatever fear is in you, “I-I can try.”

“Good. Bring me a slice your next shift.”

And it’s as simple as that, he goes back in the building, after plucking your forehead, leaving you rubbing your skin and confused.

did you bring the cake? Of course you did. You want to keep your job. You bring the cake two days later, in an old Tupperware container, a light glaze atop the the dessert, heart pounding out of your chest. And he takes a fork (he has those stashed on him) and takes a bit of your cake. He grunts in satisfaction, then hands you a hot plate of food.

“Eat.”

Was this some sort of trade off? Who knows, but if it meant you could eat on the clock, maybe it was for the best.

a/n: this was stupid.

[ghostiesori]

Stay with me here. its been on my mind for a while. only a week.

Something about the way Mechanic!Soap is working on your car that has you standing in the doorway of your garage.

Shirtless, covered in grim and oil. Hair all wet from the sweat. Youve watched him go through atleast 4 different hair styles in the past 7 months. Buzzcut. Head of hair. Mohawk..

but your favorite? That fucking mullet.

Sweating from the forehead to the v-line just behind his jeans. His happy trail drenched in it.

He looked up at you, noticing you watching him. He tossed his towel over his shoulderand gave you that cheeky ass smile you fell in love with since you met him.

"Ye eyeing me doon lik' yi'll waant a bite o' me, bonny."

You walked over to him and wore nothing but a tank top and shorts. Maybe you did it on purpose. just to fuck with him.

"And if i do?"

"Youre trying tae mak' me lose it ?"

"Maybe."

Mechanic!Soap who has you on your back, knees pressed to your tits and drilling himself in your soppy cunt even if your sobbing and moaning about how you cant take yet you take him so beautifully.

"Och c'moan darlin', ye kin gimme anither yin."

Youre just a moaning mess. Youre looking up at him as his leaky tip is giving your cervix suction cup kisses and causing your eyes to go crossed. Your curls just sprawled out on the pillow underneath you as he takes one hand to choke you. Not too tight to cut off air, but enough to make you focus.

"Ye gonnae answer me or continue tae tak' it dumb?"

"I—hnng—cant take it! Johnny!"

You felt your orgasm approaching again. 4th? 6th? 9th time tonight? Who's counting, really. Your getting fucked stupid and can barely see right. You couldnt even count right if he asked.

He takes his thumb and rubs your aching and swollen pearl. Causing you to scream and have your back arch up and squirt all over him and clench down on him for what hes worth.

"Thare we—hah—fucking go. Gie it tae me, bonny."

Both of his hands fell on both sides of your head. Your moaning erratic. Hes panting like a dog while giving you harder thrusts. His happy trail bumping against your clit. Watching your tits bounce as he fucked you.

"Gonnae mak' ye a mother..youd lik' that wouldnt ye, bonny?"

You nodded without hearing what he actually said. Whatever it was, you wanted it. You needed it.

Mechanic!Soap who pumps you full, letting those white ropes fill you to the brim.

Mechanic!Soap who slowly pulls out but keeps his tip in so you dont leak him out. Grabbing feminine wipes and a towel from the dresser to clean you off. Giving you sweet kisses while giving you sweet aftercare. He pulled out your jar of vaseline.

"Sae ye dinnae git hurt efter."

He put a towel underneath you and pulled out. Putting the vaseline over your clit where his happy trail was rubbing against. (Highly recommended btw.)

Just because he fucks you like an animal doesnt mean he would have you hurting after.

Mechanic!Soap who cuddled you in bed till you fell asleep. rubbing the beautiful brown skin on your back and give your head kisses.

"Gonnae mairie ye. Mak' ye a mither 'n' bade wi' ye forever.."

One kiss. Two kiss.

"Mah bonny lassie. A loue ye tae th' end. Whilk wont be comin' anytime soon."

a/n: "Just fresh off a nap, no biggie."

[ghostiesori]

Stay with me here. its been on my mind for a while. only a week.

Something about the way Mechanic!Soap is working on your car that has you standing in the doorway of your garage.

Shirtless, covered in grim and oil. Hair all wet from the sweat. Youve watched him go through atleast 4 different hair styles in the past 7 months. Buzzcut. Head of hair. Mohawk..

but your favorite? That fucking mullet.

Sweating from the forehead to the v-line just behind his jeans. His happy trail drenched in it.

He looked up at you, noticing you watching him. He tossed his towel over his shoulderand gave you that cheeky ass smile you fell in love with since you met him.

"Ye eyeing me doon lik' yi'll waant a bite o' me, bonny."

You walked over to him and wore nothing but a tank top and shorts. Maybe you did it on purpose. just to fuck with him.

"And if i do?"

"Youre trying tae mak' me lose it ?"

"Maybe."

Mechanic!Soap who has you on your back, knees pressed to your tits and drilling himself in your soppy cunt even if your sobbing and moaning about how you cant take yet you take him so beautifully.

"Och c'moan darlin', ye kin gimme anither yin."

Youre just a moaning mess. Youre looking up at him as his leaky tip is giving your cervix suction cup kisses and causing your eyes to go crossed. Your curls just sprawled out on the pillow underneath you as he takes one hand to choke you. Not too tight to cut off air, but enough to make you focus.

"Ye gonnae answer me or continue tae tak' it dumb?"

"I—hnng—cant take it! Johnny!"

You felt your orgasm approaching again. 4th? 6th? 9th time tonight? Who's counting, really. Your getting fucked stupid and can barely see right. You couldnt even count right if he asked.

He takes his thumb and rubs your aching and swollen pearl. Causing you to scream and have your back arch up and squirt all over him and clench down on him for what hes worth.

"Thare we—hah—fucking go. Gie it tae me, bonny."

Both of his hands fell on both sides of your head. Your moaning erratic. Hes panting like a dog while giving you harder thrusts. His happy trail bumping against your clit. Watching your tits bounce as he fucked you.

"Gonnae mak' ye a mother..youd lik' that wouldnt ye, bonny?"

You nodded without hearing what he actually said. Whatever it was, you wanted it. You needed it.

Mechanic!Soap who pumps you full, letting those white ropes fill you to the brim.

Mechanic!Soap who slowly pulls out but keeps his tip in so you dont leak him out. Grabbing feminine wipes and a towel from the dresser to clean you off. Giving you sweet kisses while giving you sweet aftercare. He pulled out your jar of vaseline.

"Sae ye dinnae git hurt efter."

He put a towel underneath you and pulled out. Putting the vaseline over your clit where his happy trail was rubbing against. (Highly recommended btw.)

Just because he fucks you like an animal doesnt mean he would have you hurting after.

Mechanic!Soap who cuddled you in bed till you fell asleep. rubbing the beautiful brown skin on your back and give your head kisses.

"Gonnae mairie ye. Mak' ye a mither 'n' bade wi' ye forever.."

One kiss. Two kiss.

"Mah bonny lassie. A loue ye tae th' end. Whilk wont be comin' anytime soon."

a/n: "Just fresh off a nap, no biggie."

[ghostiesori]

Oh, Simon is just so smitten by you.

Now, he wasnt a soft man, no. Rough. Scars, sick mind, bad past and with a cold look that would have anyone sit on their ass and shut up.

But when it came to you? His doll. How could he be that way to you when you look at him with the sweetest look in your eyes and just love him for who he was? Answer? he couldnt and he wont.

"You know i love you right?"

He looked at you. You said it a million and one times over but it just doesnt seem real how he had you for over 7 years and married for 2. It always just seems to sound better everytime he heard it from you, cause thats what you do.

You make him...better.

"Yeah, baby...I do. Always."

a/n: "So how about some cute shit, huh?"

[ghostiesori]

I just had this girl in my comments mad saying "its just fanfics and just dont read it" then she went on a WHOLE rant and called me a nazi

Anyways...

[ghostiesori]

Lovers Lane. 𐙚 ft. connie springer

AfroLatino!connie x Spoiled!reader (Idk what AU but hey!) a/n: & to think, @tojisteddy told me to post instead of procrastinating, yall better say "thank you teddy" in the comments bc...this would've sat in my drafts for a while. yall i just love seeing this man, but i hope yall love it as much as i did writing for yall. ♡ cw: Fluff, oral f & m! receiving, Cum eating (cause you and con is a nasty couple), fingering, mentions of weed, unprotected (no bs, wrap it.), Pussy slapping, rough sex, english and spanish talking, sweet sweet aftercare, spitting, no use of y/n (cause i hate ts!), Daddy kink, choking. Enjoy ♡

'I pick peace over problems, cause ion need that shit fuckin' up what I got.'

You and connie? There wasnt a day where you two werent together and you loved it just as much as he did. You two were on facetime currently while he was driving. You laying in the bed in your pink robe set that complimented your melinatedskin so good. looking at him all dolly eyed and pretty.

"Connieeee, how close are you to being home? you been gone for an hour now"

He looked at you in the camera with a slick ass smile that you fuckin melt for, God he just couldnt want to see you again even though he had you all morning and left to get some rolling papers.

"Im comin' mama, I got side tracked cause I ran into my boys at the store, invited us to a party."

You never associated with his friends. Not that they were bad or anything, you just got a weird vibe from some of them. You liked armin, jean and ony..eren was a bit rough around the edges but he was alright.

You sat up with a sigh and scratched your head, getting up to the bathroom to look in the mirror, just to see if you needed any touch ups. Propping your phone up so he can see you. so he can see allllll of you thats his.

"gimmie a lil spin f'me, mama."

And you did, all smiley and sweet, the way your body was just so natural and perfect for him. The way his dick felt suddenly tight in his pants, cause it did as he saw you spin for him in that lingerie set. The way his mind thought of ways you make you his, cause you were in every fucking way. The way he stared at you like he could eat you whole, in which he could...

Never expected him to eat you out like he was mad.

~

"Connieee, fuccckkk!" Your moans bounced off thise walls and your legs were over his shoulders and his head was in between your legs, eating you out like he was starved and pissed. He just missed his baby, thats all.

Your hands on his short hair, Back arched and his large hands on your thighs, slowly going up to push your legs back to your chest. "Yea, cmon mama. Look how fuckin-SLAP-she is."

The slap made you whine and nearly sob. You cant even form words right. "So fuckin' pretty." He sat up and slid two of his tatted fingers inside you, finger fucking you like he was on a mission to drive you insane. Fast. Rough. And just fucking nasty. Leaning over you and looking down at you as you moaned out and just looked fucking good.

"Yea? Gonna cum for me [♡] ? Gonna let that pretty pussy squirt for me?"

His words were making your head light. You looked up at him through your individual lashes and blurry eyes as you weakly nodded as your cunt squeezed his fingers for what they're worth. His fingers hitting that oh so fucking good spot inside your warm walls.

"Yes con-fuck-yes yes yes yes-" Your head went back as you reached for his wrist and sprayed that sweet arousal on him. Sweet whiney moans leaving your mouth. He let out a strangled groan and swore he couldve came right there in his pants.

"There you go, baby. Such a good fucking girl f'me. Needa get your right before this party yeah?"

He removed his fingers from the warm walls and held eye contact with you as he sucked them clean..earning a small whine from you and a clench around nothing.

His free hand grabbed you by the throat, squeezing enough to tell you hes the one in control here.

"Open."

You opened your mouth and he spat your own cream and arousal back in your mouth mixed with his spit.

He flipped you over and pushed your back down, slapping your ass as he sat up. "Such a pretty girl." He stood up off the bed and slid his sweats and boxers off. His dick hanging under its own weight. The tip leaking its pre and had veins from the base to the tip.

"Sabes que te quiero, ¿verdad?" He stroked his fat cock as he got on the bed, grabbing your hips from behind. His tatted fingers sinking into the fat of your hips.

"Mhm, i do.."

"Good..imma fuck you like I dont."

He took his tip and rubbed it in between your soppy folds before slowly pushing in, groaning at how wet you were, how your cunt just sucked him in nice and warm. Earning a nice, loud and sweet moan from you.

"oh shit.." was all you could say. What CAN you say to the amount of pleasure he gives you.

"Tan jodidamente apretado.." He pushed your back down and immediately...began to drill the fuck out of your back. Ass clapping against his thighs and you moaned loudly into the pillow beneath you.

"You like that shit? hm? You just looove when im fucking you like this?" You couldnt even answer back. His leaky tip giving your cervix sloppy kisses. This ticked a slight nerve in him..

Now its not that hes annoyed by you, oh he could never... but connie loved when you talked to him, but sometimes his pretty baby just gets lost in pleasure and forgets to speak...

He sat up and slow and half assed strokes, earning a whine from you cause you were right there..jerk.

"Connie-"

Grabbing a pre rolled blunt off the nightstand and his lighter and lit it..he looked at you as he kept stroking your velvety walls and taking a puff from the blunt. You looked back at him with soft moans.

God, the sight was just fucking sexy.

A blunt in his mouth, one tatted hand on your ass. The other holding thr lighter. His head tilted slightly down as his eyes were looking at you. His abs sweaty and glistening, goatee, and his slight muscles on his tatted arms...and his happy trail..was this really your man or-

"You gonna talk to me, [♡]?"

"connie please-"

"I need a yes or a no then, baby.."

He grabbed you by the hair with that one free hand and fucked you with harsh, deep and meaningful thrusts.

"Do." One single harsh thrust, causing a sting to your ass and a loud moan from you . Hitting right on your g-spot and it made you see stars.

"You." SMACK! A slight stick after the smack and thrust, a desperate moan mixed with a scream leaving you as he still held onto that damn blunt. "Connie-!"

"Fucking like it?"

"Yeeees! fuck yes baby im sorry please-"

"Good fucking girl." Then he put the blunt back in the ashtray and grabbed both sides of your hips and fucked you deep. You were gripping the sheet and screaming into the pillows that used to be oh so pretty.

"fuuuuuck, oh fuckk, daddy please-"

You tried to push back on him, trying to give yourself some slack but he grabbed your wrists with one hand and the other came around and grabbed you by the neck. "You gonna take this dick mama.." His balls just slapping your poor clit, its almost a surprise that you didnt sob in pleasure...almost.

"Fuck im finna cum...be a good girl and take that shit, yea?" He gave you a few more good thrusts...faster. Harder.

"Give it to me baby..need y'so bad, daddy."

He couldnt deny his baby, now could he? He gave a deep groan and a sigh. He pressed his hips against your ass and came inside you, long and thick spurts right in your womb, claiming whats his.

His breaths were fast and he closed his eyes for a bit, opening them when he slowly pulled out with a bit of squelching noises.

He turned you around and got you on your hands and knews, his look was a bit softer as he looked down at you.

"Suck me clean yeah?"

You hummed a bit in response, still all fucked out and licked his base tip to the tip and sucked him off until he was all cleaned..even giving him head made your head spin.

He pulled you off slightly and cupped your chin with a pleased sigh.

"You okay, pretty girl? I didnt hurt you did i?"

You looked at him all fucked out. Breathing was off, hair was a mess even though you just got your hair did. Brown skin sticky with sweat and cum. You shook your head no, and he chuckled.

"Vamos, hermoso."

He suddenly picked you up and wrapped your legs around his waist and carried you to the bathroom to run a warm bath and you ended up falling asleep on him in the tub. He admired you as you laid there on his tatted chest.

Oh how he loved you. He rubbed your back and spoke softly to you, as to not wake you.

-

"I promise ill marry you one day. Gonna love you in every way you should be loved."

a/n: I literally love connie, hes the cutest....and i got lazy at the end

[ghostiesori]

fics like that are usually tagged as non-con, just block the tag and you’re good

Let me break it down for you, anon.

if you really want the reality of it? Theres no such thing as "Non-con". Yes, its there and in the kink list, but non-con is previously discussed between two parties like "Oh even when i say stop, keep going." THIS is where safe words come into play and your partner catches on. This is fully called "Consensual Non-Consensual."

Rape on the other hand is non consensual all together. Its against their own will and uncomfortable, Vile, Breaching, invasion of person's own bubble and even with a safe word, its still rape.

[ghostiesori]

yo can we stop turning these characters into rapists , preds and sa people??? Ive seen this wayyyy too much on my feed and its actually crazy how many people i had to block?.?.?

I get it. "Oh if you don't like it then don't read it" how about we DON'T make them out that way! :D i'm actually concerned. Yall are turning these peoples favorites into sick people and im not here for that? As a victim, why are yall turning this into some fetish?

[ghostiesori]

siiiiiiiiigh, im workin im workin...

[ghostiesori]

I quite literally choked on my water while reading this. Bad ides to read it as Im working out...........

Rosemary | Jealous Meanie!Price catches !reader at the bar with a guy her age.

cw: +18 mdni, smut with plot, no use of y/n, daddy kink (icky (use of daddy & dad)), softdom!Price, dad bf!Price, age gap (obvi, reader mid-late 20s, early 40s Price), jealous!Price, mating press, (lite) chocking, no protection, creampie, fingering.

In all actuality, Price didn’t like being jealous. (Most people don’t). In fact, he really hated it, the gross feeling, the irritation building up, his grip on the whiskey tightening. All the annoyance he felt towards the prick who was standing in front of you.

And to do it in his favorite pub— where everyone knew him. The idiot was asking for it.

He was angled right across from you, you’d went to talk to your friend who was bartender and then this boy, walked up in a free spot beside you. And your face practically lit up when you met eyes with him, gave him a side hug and sparked up conversation.

He had to be about your age if you knew him, John couldve just waved it off as friendship, sure. Maybe hr was being to overprotective, an old jealous fuck of his baby girl. But it’s the way the bloke looked you up and down while you leaned against the bar, took in every curve, the way your shorts hugged your hips and your ass, the shirt that showed a little bit of your stomach every time you so much as shifted, the way you gave him a small smile.

You were a beautiful creature, John doesn’t get surprised when men or women come to covet you. But anyone with sense knew you were Johns, everyone knew the way you looked at each other, couldn’t get enough of each other. And you’re so nonchalant, quickly dissing people or rejecting them. It eased Johns quickened heart. It was just- at times like this, times when you giggled and playfully punched the guys shoulder— Price couldn’t tell if you were receiving the signals the the guy was trying to give you, properly ignoring them, or simply flirting back to piss him off—

Jesus- no, calm down Price. He took a deep breath, eyes flickering to the tv playing a football game, but he couldn’t hear the noise of the bar anymore nor the announcer breaking down the last play. Just give her time. She can handle yourself. He’d wait.

Five minutes. Only five minutes.

You could handle yourself, Price raised you right. You squinted a few times, a confused look on your face, really trying to get a good look at your friend, Elijah. He was an old co-worker who’d you gotten close with. But maybe his close was different from yours.

“I was thinkin [+],” Elijah starts up again, you give him a smile, “Maybe you and I, could get out of here. Really catch up. One on one.”

You blinked. Once. Twice. This was what allll those corny jokes were about. The way he kept trying to get close and whisper in your ear.

You gave him a remorseful look, pointing towards the bearded, muscular man who’s blue eyes were already on you— made the heat rise under your cheeks, ends of your plump lips uncontrollably curving upward— “My man is over there so.” I’m taken. Very obviously taken.

Elijah’s eyes flicker toward John, scoffs, cocks a brow at you, “He’s a bit old for you, no? I’m not so sure he can handle a pretty thing like yourself.”

And it’s enough. Times up and it had only been four minutes. John doesn’t know what young guy said, but after a giving a nod to his mates he’s already smoothly stalking through the crowded bar towards you, watches you rolls your eyes at the idiot.

Your brown eyes soften once John gets in reach of you, his large hand goes to the small of your back, pulling you into his chest. “Let’s go honey, can’t have any more bastards talkin to you all night, right?”

John is practically cutting daggers into the guy, it makes him quake, John knows he’s being nice just by leaving. If he had pushed even more, Elijah would be in a grave right now.

And fain a pout, shrugging, “Sorry.” And with that, John guide you both out of the establishment.

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The drive home was nearly silent. Just 80s rock on the radio, the car engine and the sound of his cigar puff coming from his lips.

“Are you mad Price?” You asked softly. You eyes wander all over him, his breath is steady, shoulders not tense, but his eyes stuck on the road, he hasn’t looked at you once since closing your car door. He finally glanced over at you, taking your hand in his and bringing it to his lips. He kisses it, right at your ring finger— he always does.

“No pumpkin,” a beat. “Never. Just need a moment, wanna talk you properly.”

And you listen, staying quiet and sitting back into the passenger seat. It’s best to ride things out with Price. Not to interrogate him, he’ll get his thoughts out when they’re all properly sorted. The hair man would never be upset with you, not in this situation when you handled yourself. He knew you could handle yourself. Just sometimes, at times when you’re with people your age, he’s reminded that he’s an old man. Your old man. That things like this will happen sometimes. They won’t get your relationship like you and he do.

His ears ring at your quiet mumble, half way through the drive you’re already half sleep, tired from dancing and drinking and talking all night. “I love you Daddy, a whooole lot.” You manage to say, squeezing his hand before slowly drifting asleep. And Price’s heart swells, whatever doubt he had flies out the window with a breathy chuckle to follow. It’s not like you’re calculated but you always know what to say to put him ease. That your his.

He kisses your hand again, once more, a silent prayer, “Heh, That’s right sweetheart.”

He’ll do you one better, he’ll show you just how much he loves you right when you get home.

You hear the front door lock as you step out of the entryway, shoes left by the front door.

“Lovie…” and it’s a call out to you that makes your heart pound, just under needy— wanting. You don’t even get the chance to turn to him, John grabs your wrist and pulls you into him, smashing his lips into yours. He kisses you feverishly, like he’s been waiting for you all night. Your arms loosely wrap around his neck, you swipe your tongue on his lips and he groans. Gripping your hips and lifting you off the floor, your legs wrapping around his waist as swap tongues.

Smacks of your lips, and your moans hit the walls, you’re breathless by the time he gets you to the bed. Snagging off both clothes one by one till both naked, chest to chest before he lays you down.

“Let me treat you nice, hm?” He asks but he always does. John is almost never rough with you, but he likes controlling the situation. Wanting to be the one to guide you, and you’re good at following. Letting his get two thick digits into your pussy, working them in and out and getting you ready to take him.

Your breath hitches, grinding into his hand before he finds your spot, “Fu- hmm- Daddy!” You moan. John watches as you melt in his strong arms, getting wetter and wetter as he slips another finger into you, the slouching sound of your walls tightening around him.

“Wait, it’s too mu-“

“—Shhhhh, you can take it honey. Give it t’me.” He coos, lips finding your neck. His fingers thrust into your faster, and your hips buck. Your walls spasm around Johns fingers. He snatches his fingers out as you whither, sucking off every drop of you on his tongue— it’s sweet. Addictive.

He groans, “Fuck me darlin, just need Daddy to stuff you full, hm?” He brings his fingers down to your lips, brushing them against your mouth. You obediently open your mouth, swirling your tongue around his fingers, even bobbing your head.

He hums, “Needy little thing, gonna give it to you.”

John loves it, the state of you, sobbing and whimpering as he stretches you out. Your knees over his shoulders, folding in half pressing almost all his weight onto you as he rams into your sopping hole.

“Fuck, look at you baby, taking your Dad so well. Just like you’re meant to.”

You cry out his name over and over, until you’re completely gone. Your jaw slack, in such a pleasure filled haze as he fucks you nice and deep, his mushroom tip rubbing your spongy g-spot with everything thrust. You claw at his back, keening, “C-Can feel it- hmmph- ‘s so m-much Dad.”

He hisses when you clench around him, ever single one of your moans going straight to his pulsing dick. You’re so fucking warm around him, taking ever slow yet harsh pound of his length, “Was- hah- made just for me, tight cunny can only take me.”

“Shit- nooo one loves you more than me princess, love you so much.” His large hand presses his hand on your stomach, right where his pulsing tip is giving you every bit of pre it can. You yelp out in pleasure a string of- shit, love you- love it so much- shit- fuuuck- so goood- and his calloused hand grips your throat. Tight enough that you can just barely breathe. Every fwop of his balls against your pussy when he bottoms out goes straight to your head making your eyes roll back.

“Watch your mouth sweetheart, told you about that.” He grunts, giving you a warning mid fuck but it doesn’t even matter. You only breath out through the little gap your can while he chokes you ever so perfectly, hard nipples brushing against Price’s chest. He lets go to caress your face, giving your cunt one more slug with his cock and it’s sends you over. You don’t even realize your cumming, your back arching against the bed, till your let out a shriek, your walls clamping around him and sucking him for dear life.

John doesn’t stop, his pace only gets faster, gripping the back of your knee and forcing you to stay down, ramming into you while his other hand grips your chin, forcing your mouth open so a wad of spit hits your tongue. He kisses you nasty, sloppy while groaning into you. His teeth clenches as he ruts into you, “Take it, take it, fuck- take it like a champ baby.”

He fills you to the brim, his cum coating your walls till it’s spilling out of you. John pulls out, watches as your hole clenches and unclenches, spilling his remnants onto the bed. The older man rubs your sensitive clit with his cockhead, spurts of his cum creating even more of mess. “Cum like this doll, cum for Dad.”

You jolt, sobbing harder, overstimulated, you whine, “Daddy- please!“

He coos, circling his tip around you, “—I know baby, you can take it, know you can.”

You topple over quick, tears hitting the pillowcase.

John doesn’t waste a second to have you back in his arms, kissing you all over, patting your sore cunt in his hand.

“Atta girl honey. My beautiful, stunning girl.”

a/n: my need to write shit by Deftones songs needs to be studied. Also this was in no shape or form supposed to be long, I just have a terrible habit of setting up plot😔 I don’t think this is what op wanted but 🤷🏾‍♀️lmk if this was too much. Also PLEASE lmk if the smut it shit 🙏🏾 I’m trying my hardest to get better

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SUGARDADDY!CONNIE! X SPOILED!BLACKFEM!READER

SUMMARY!!! connie tells yn no

WARNINGS!!! overstimulation, oral (f receiving), daddy kink, implied ‘age gap’, mentions of drug dealing, sex 18+!!

you’d been together with connie for a 6 years at this point. the two do you did everything together. he always made sure you were straight no matter what.

you’re his woman. his pride and joy. his headache.

just today: he’d taken you to brunch to help recover for your god awful hangover acquired by spending the night before taking shots of don julio with your friends. he took you to the hair store, buying you new bundles for the season change, then payed for the install. taking you to lunch after your hair was done. deciding you were getting tired of walking, you requested one last lap around the mall, which ultimately ended with connie wanting to see your nails a different color and a new set of lashes.

you’ve been gifted birkins, 24 karat bracelets, trips out of country just because, and even receiving a maybach for getting through your first year of college. everything you ever wanted, he made sure you got. no if, ands, or buts.

bouncing on the tippy toes of your pretty pink chanel slippers. the fresh white pedicure compliments the white lettering on your shoes. your eyes glaze over the stores extensive amount of new products. you wonder in awe as connie walked behind you, carrying your bags while his face is buried in his phone.

“oo! they have the two piece i’ve been wanting!” only hearing the paddling of your shoes, connie barely has time to look up before you and a PINK store associate were talking about the newly released thong set.

“you want it?” he asks simply, hand caressing the small of your exposed back.

“no i already have too much!” you shake your head, your fresh set of lashes batting against your face as you eyed the clothing. connie’s hand flags down the worker from earlier.

“can we get all if the color for this set, medium.” he places a few hundreds in the woman’s hands before she scurries off to fulfill the purchase.

“thank you, baby.” you giggle , giving him a small kiss on the cheek. the strawberry scented lipgloss leaves a transparent pink path on his face. which stays there. before you could bring up the fact that you were eyeing one more thing in the store, connie’s ringtone went off. he peers down before gazing back at you. placing a quick kiss to your lips, he slides away.

“give me one second, baby.”

he basically stormed out of the store, face twisted up.

from your view through the glass it looked like someone fucked something up. connie’s tattooed had runs across his head, sighing into the phone before shaking his head a final time, hanging up.

once he returned, the worker rushes a few bags over and the left over money from the exchange.

“keep it. ♡︎, let’s go.” he takes the bags carefully before heading for the exit. his tone was firm but still gentle enough that you didn’t feel offended.

-

finally back home, washing every piece of clothing you got today, you noticed your fiance was a little quieter than usual.

changing into something a little more comfortable, you walk out into the large penthouse living room.

“what’s wrong?” you quiz. his head shoots up from its resting position on his hand to shake his head.

“nothing princess. just some stuff i have to go handle in a few, you good?” he asked concerned.

“yeah you’ve just been like.. preoccupied away from me all day today! i just want some attention. can i come with?” the long red fur lined robe moved swiftly against your exposed brown skin as you did your little begging dance.

“whatchu’ mean i’ve been ignoring you? and not this time, princess. it’s something real important and i can’t risk some shit happening to you. we not finna do this.”

your motion stops as you stare a little dumbfounded. no? no?? jokingly sticking your acrylic inside your ear, wiggling it, pulling your finger back out to check. he got used to the dramatics years ago.

“what do you mean not this time, connie?” you only used his government when you were mad at him.

connie leans back in the leather chair, pinching the bridge of his nose as he watches you from across the room. he’s always been the one to say yes, to pull strings, to make things happen. you’ve always reveled in that—his power, his ability to hand you everything you could ever want, no questions asked. but this time, the look on his face is different.

“not. this. time.♡︎.” he says, his tone firm, his jaw tight.

“you’re joking?” you say, voice sharp, tinged with indignation. a small flabbergasted smile making its way into your face slowly.

he shakes his head, slow and deliberate.

“i’m serious, ♡︎. i can’t do this. not this time.”

for a moment, you’re stunned, the words hanging in the air between you like a challenge. then, like a flame catching kindling, the fury ignites.

“can’t ?” you spit, laughing abruptly, your voice rising. “or won’t?”

he doesn’t flinch. that only makes it worse.

“you’ll do everything else-” you continue, pacing now, your anger spilling out unchecked.

“-you’ll risk everything for everyone else, but the one time i ask for something that matters to me, suddenly it’s a problem?”

“♡︎, it’s not like that.” his voice is calm, measured, and it infuriates you more.

“then what is it like, connie? hm? you basically ignore me all day and now you wanna leave me here?” you shout, spinning to face him.

“because to me, it looks like you’re picking and choosing when i matter.”

he sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. you know he hates this side of you, the part that lashes out when things don’t go your way, but right now, you don’t care.

“im saying no because it’s not safe. you don’t see the bigger picture.” he says, his voice hardening slightly.

“don’t give me that fucking bullshit!” you scoff, crossing your arms.

“you think i don’t know what you’re wrapped up in? you think i don’t know how you make all this happen?” you gesture around, the designer bags, the jewelry, the life he’s built for you.

his silence speaks volumes, and it only fuels your rage.

“yn. im being polite with you. please don’t start this shit. and watch your fucking mouth, mama. im being calm.” his eyes growing more irritated and narrow. laughing in his face, you turn on your heels, walking back to the bedroom. disappearing down the lengthy hallway. you could hear the slow pads of connie’s feet following after you.

“fine! fuck you! didn’t wanna fucking go anyways.” you huff under your breath, slamming the tall room door behind you.

the man immediately flings the door back open, pointing to the bed.

“sit down. im not fucking asking you.” his jaw clenched tight.

finding yourself crawling onto the white king sized bed, sitting on your knees. the lacey black lingerie set underneath the red fur peeking through.

“what in the hell is wrong with you today, princess?” his voice is growing agitated and upset.

avoiding his gaze, you can only play with the hem of your clothing, ignoring him fully.

“yea we not about to do this shit.”

before you had a chance to react, he was on the bed, pushing your body backwards, and hovering above you.

“why you actin like this, baby, hm?” you couldn’t help but to melt looking at his eyes. everything about how close he is to you is just turning you on. ignoring him again, he’s starting to get fed up.

“im gonna ask you one more time and after, i don’t wanna hear about it.” his right hand held both your hands in front of you and his left was on the outside of your thigh. you could feel his warmth.

“just want attention, daddy.” you mumble, face whipping to the side. his hand shoots up to fix your chin back his direction.

“uhn uhn, speak up.” gently shaking your head side to side, he’s looking at you gently still.

“i want attention. why are you being such a fucking bitch con?”

immediately regretting your choice of words, the man rears up off your body, fixing his shirt and pants. you rush to sit upright, closing the robe, watching as the man put his shoes on.

“baby, you know i didn’t me-“ you start. he just laughs, walking through the open door. chasing behind him, anxiety creeping up your neck.

“baby, im sorry.” your voice barely above a whisper, watching as he grabs his cars keys, then he’s out the door.

-

“just calm down, im sure he’s fine.” mikasa chats on the other end of the phone call. you’re using your other phone to repeatedly dial connie’s number, all chances failing.

“what if he’s not though? he wont even answer!” the salivas getting caught in your throat to think he’s upset with you but who else to blame?

“drink a glass of wine and relax! i just talked to him, he’s fine.” you hear onyankopon on the other side of the line.

“what? how? what did he say?” you couldn’t help but to shove all the questions down his throat.

“chill chill. he’s fine, he said he’s heading back home now. go relax, ♡︎.” the man said on the other end of the line.

“okay thank you, i’ll see you guys later.” the phone beeps off.

making your way to the kitchen, you grab a wine glass. hand skimming over the wall collection you and connie built over the years, you pull out a red wine from italy you got last summer. pouring a generous amount, you decide to just bring the bottle to the living room. waiting for the man to walk through your doors.

cuddled underneath a large white blanket, halfway through a movie, you make it more than halfway through the bottle, unfortunately still slightly sober from anxiety.

until the sound of keys being turned broke you from staring off into space.

he slides in, immediately kicking his shoes off and placing them on the rack. he removes his jacket, hand wiping off some lint from the inside off his shirt. your body jerks into a standing position, blanket laying at your feet.

“baby-“ you start.

“room. now.” he doesn’t even look up at you, he just begins to walk down the hallway. shuffling confused and worried behind him, he turns on a single lamp on his side of the bed.

“lay down.”

crossing your arms, standing firmly.

“not until you tell me where you went and why i couldn’t go!” your lips pull into a line and your eyebrows furrowed.

“lay the hell down. if i have to say it again i swear to god you’ll hate me afterwards.”

still standing firm, you’re unmoved and unwilling. fed up, he walks over to you, his height towers you, throwing you over his shoulder. he tosses you onto the bed, yanking off your robe in the process.

“you want attention? strip.” he begins “and if i have to repeat myself this time, ♡︎, you won’t leave this bed tomorrow.” his jaw gripped tight, words spoken through gritted teeth, he was 100% serious.

without hesitation, you pull the set off with ease. he smiles before digging in his nightstand. pulling out two pairs of fuzzy pink handcuffs and your sleep mask. plopping everything down beside you, you feel his strong hands pick up up from under your arms, pressing your back against the cold bedframe. he reaches behind him, grabbing the supplies. cuffing both your arms to the posts, he gives you a small kiss before covering your eyes.

“connie why are you doing this?” voice unable to hold water, you were a mix of turned on and scared. you knew how he could treat you when he was this angry.

his hand goes back into the nightstand, all you can hear is him place it down beside you. the rattling from his belt being undone causes a reflex in your lower region, clamping your legs closed to gain some kind of traction. you can hear the laugh come from your fiance.

“don’t worry baby, you’re about to get all the attention you wanted.” the sound of his belt buckle hitting the ground followed by the sound of him removing his pants.

before you could try to listen for anything else, all you feel is his lips pressed against your pussy and his hands keeping your knees spread. his tongue licks long strides up and down, from your entrance to the throbbing, swollen bud. his lips pucker around your clit, giving it a few gentle tugs and licks. his hands move close to your core, squeezing every inch of your thighs, humming into your warmth.

“oh- shit con.” moaning, you start to feel a little vibration start to happen. “what’s that-“

he put the vibrator flush against your clit, using his tongue to pump slowly in and out of your clenching hole. flailing against the restraints, you can’t help but to cry out for him.

“please- please daddy, fuck me. im sorry i swear, please.” you feel him pinch the inside of your thigh, causing you to flinch a little.

“don’t tell me what the fuck to do. im gone take you how i want you.” he goes back to abusing your pussy, face covered in your slick and his spit. he’s always been obsessed with eating you. removing one of his hands from your leg, he begins to use his long slender fingers inside while he took turns sucking your clit and then replacing it with the vibrator.

you can’t see anything but little stars floating across the darkness of your eye covering. the intense feeling in your abdomen building up. his fingers slide in and out agonizingly slow, tongue writing love spells on your swollen bud.

“shit connie im gonna- oh fuck!” your body begins to shake as you release. that doesn’t stop him. he continues, his mouth attached to you, unable to pull away.

“that’s my girl. give me some more of that shit, come on baby. this what you wanted right?” his mouth forms an o-shape, licking at the swollen bud while humming. you try to force your knees together, only for him to pin you down into a middle spilt. every inch of you was being sucked, licked, and bitten.

he pulls the vibrator back out, hooking his fingers into you, teasing your g-spot while his other hand switched modes on the wand.

“pretty ass pussy baby. she so wet for me, didn’ even have to do much. yeah, i feel it. make a mess, cum all over my fingers baby.”

the mix of the vibrations, connie’s fingers slowly fucking your hole, and the way he talked to you, you came undone. again. body shriveling up in overstimulation, you can only feel him turn the vibrations off, hoping to be done with this whole thing. you’re already fucked out and a mess.

“fuck baby, youre so filthy for me. but i don’t think im satisfied, ma.” you shake your head a little, knowing that you fucked up. repositioning a pillow under your butt, the man reattaches his lips, going slower than he ever had. mouth frozen in an o shape, you couldn’t help but to cry out.

“it’s too much daddy, be nice!” you cry, eyes brimming with tears, feeling as his warm, wet tongue slowly circles your swollen clit.

“mm- mm.” he offers in a hum, extending his arms up to play with your nipples, tugging gently at them. it seemed like his tongue never stopped moving, sometimes slipping into your clenching hole to collect more of your wetness. the burn in your stomach was intense. you could barely breathe, only pushing out large exhales of air, moans strangled in there alone the string of ‘please’s and ‘fuck’s.

he was eating you like it was a competition and he wanted that fucking gold.

“again, again, connie oh- fuuck.” you’re now full blown crying. the orgasm shaking your body beyond control. the man gently pulls away, softly running his hands around your body. his hands remove your blindfold, wiping some of the fallen tears. the readjustment to light wasn’t too bad but once you saw his face, he just gives you a look.

“im- fine.” you choke out, tears still rolling. he laughs a little, wiping your face before standing and using his should to wipe his.

“im giving you two minutes.”

you swore those two minutes went by quicker than a hellcat in atlanta traffic.

he was now pinning your knees to your ears, dropping his throbbing cock inside you slowly, bottoming out. you let you a cry, in pure bliss. he pulls out quickly, slamming back into you. the sound of sex filled the room.

“pussy so fucking good. taking that shit so good.” he throws his head back, mercilessly pounding into you. he pulls out of you slowly, before pushing back into you. your hands grip at the chains of the handcuffs, bracing yourself for the man’s abuse on your hole. the veins of his cock rubbing the inside of your gummy walls. without warning , you’re squirting all over his dick, making a mess of the bed in the process.

“daddy! i’m sorry!”

“it’s too late for that shit now. let me take these off you.” he reaches up, undoing the cuffs swiftly before tossing them to the side. thinking youre free, you try to roll off the bed, only to be caught by him.

he tosses you over onto all fours, grabbing your arms from your side so your face down into the mattress.

“you know i love you right?” he asks, gripping both your wrists firmly behind your back.

“yes baby i know.” you say, head tilted to the side.

“good cause im about to treat you like i dont.”

slamming into you, he’s relentless. the tip of his cock abusing your poor cervix, digging completely into you. large hands grab hold of your breast, chest stuck in a heavy breathing pattern.

pounding into you, not letting up, you know he’s pissed. trying your hardest to pull away to give yourself so slack, he yanks you back into his length by the wrist.

“nah whatchu’ running for? this what you wanted right? you wanted me to fuck you like this, huh? you gone take this dick.”

he could feel you clenching around him, the slick dripping from your abused hole to to your ass. he could feel how close you were.

“ooo shit, let that shit go baby. imma fucking cum.”

your hands dig into his arms instinctively, eyes rolled to the back of your head, saliva spilling from the sides of your mouth in euphoria. it was so much yet you never wanted it to end. babbling nonsense and hitting connie with the palms of your hand, you release over him, again.

he delivers a few more thrusts, violating your cunt, sopping up every second of being inside you until he’s filling you up.

pulling away from his position, your body lay unmoving.

“was that enough attention for you?” climbing to your side, his large arms pulls you on-top of him. placing gentle kisses to your head, he rubs his hand along your back, giving you a small massage.

“im sorry.”

“shh, it’s all fine now baby.”

connie cleaned the both of you up, tossed the sheets in the wash, replaced them with new sheets he bought while out, and even prepared a small dinner. sitting on the couch, both heads in a silk bonnet, watching love island.

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[ghostiesori]

me watching @tojisteddy go on a repost and ranting streak

LMAOOOOOOOO ilysm

[ghostiesori]

I literally have fluff, smut, and some, sadly, angst about him in my drafts that ARE up to date but i keep SLACKING i need motivation to finish ts up !

have you ever thought about doing...dealer!connie or anything of connie springer? cause seeing him in s4......

Ngl I’m not deep into aot so I had to look up who Connie was and then I was like “oh that’s the one they be saying is latino/mixed”☠️😭😭 (literally, “that’s Jean & them” type moment) but he definitely looked good in season 4. Writing for him tho? I’d have to get into him before I write but maybe

[ghostiesori]

if you do it imma do it. I have so many drafts about him and I just let it sit there cause idk, i rewatched aot 3 times alr but WRITING about it is so different 😭 plus ive seen so many posts abt him as well im just conflicted asf

have you ever thought about doing...dealer!connie or anything of connie springer? cause seeing him in s4......

Ngl I’m not deep into aot so I had to look up who Connie was and then I was like “oh that’s the one they be saying is latino/mixed”☠️😭😭 (literally, “that’s Jean & them” type moment) but he definitely looked good in season 4. Writing for him tho? I’d have to get into him before I write but maybe