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i NEEDS pt 2 😋😋

☆彡 𝐄𝐗 𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐔𝐌 ミ★

Characters included — Ex! Connie, Ony x reader— eren, armin, jean, and marco are mentioned

Gingers notes — y’all this might need a part two cause i don’t knowwww, i want ony and connie rn, i’ll proofread this later after i done doing a few drabbles or something cause y’all already know i’m lazy

Content warning — X Black fem reader, Ony being sexy, Connie being jealous, weed mentioned, partying, guns, cursing, use of the n word, threats, you know the vibes tell me if i missed anything

Summer is right around the corner, fuck you look like chasing after a nigga? That’s what you told yourself for the two weeks you and connie had broken up. That’s what you told yourself for months, as you stayed in the house, ignoring your calls from your friends— and even disappeared off of social media for the time being.

You didn’t understand why you were so pent up on a relationship that you knew wasn’t any good— Connie was always forgetting about you and staying out late hours into the night, only to come back in the morning with gifts so you didn’t get mad at the inconvenience. You were always hiding stuff from connie, whether that was your plans for your night, or maybe even who you were up all night talking on the phone with, Small shit.

The arguments you two held weren’t any better either, the issues were never resolved and only put on hold while you and connie fucked your frustrations away.

The relationship wasn’t no good, and you knew that— but for those two months, you missed him so much. That was till you got a text from your friend— a screenshot of connie’s story. Him hugged up with a girl that clearly was a you wannabe. And your friend message underneath it reading:

‘stop that moping shit fr’

And that honestly was all you needed to see before you got your shit together. You rather be standing on your last leg, than have Connie enjoying this break up while you were suffering.

And when the heat was settled and the sun was blazing outside, you were out there. You wanted to be seen, at every kickback that you were invited to, every club you got in for free— even being backstage at a few concerts. Summer wouldn’t have to owe you shit once you were done, you promised yourself that.

But of course, with every story post, there was viewers— though you had connie blocked on all your socials, his friends definitely was sending him every other post. He tried to be cool about it, pretended that he didn’t care— especially when his “girlfriend” asked what he was looking at on his phone. Even when he wanted to reply with ‘My bitch’ he shrugged it off and always said nothing.

But he made a silent promise to himself, that whenever you two see each other again, he would deal with you.

And you were clueless, as you brushed through the curls of your ginger wig, checking your phone to check the time before standing up from your vanity, grabbing your keys and your purse. Leaving the house to hop in the driver seat of your car.

Outdoor parties were okay, you only went when you knew your friends we’re gonna be there too— only for y’all to sit on the roof of your car most of the night with cups in hand and weed in your system. It was chill. But this one was different, you had been personally invited by the host, a ole friend of yours and connie’s, Eren. You were honestly gonna decline but when the groupchat said it sounded like it would be fun, you accepted and told him you and your girls were gonna slide.

As you pulled up, You noticed just how packed it really was, most of the street was flooded with cars— ranging from Challengers, hellcats— some kia’s and even a few fords. You were lucky to get a spot close enough to the actual party.

Immediately as you were walking through the sea of people you were looking for the host and your friends, to let them know you there. But stopping in your tracks as you heard your name being called out, turning around see armin and eren waving you over. With a smile of your face you approached.

“What’s up stranger— haven’t seen you in a minute.” Eren said draping his arm over your shoulders pulling you into a hug before pressing a chaste kiss on your forehead as you laughed as you gave armin a hug too “I’ve been busy, you know this.” You said smoothing your hands on your outfit to which you don’t notice eren or armin staring at. Everyone knew you didn’t shy away from revealing clothes, but the males couldn’t help but mentally state just how fine you looked

“Come on, i want you to meet some of the guys.” Eren said wrapping his arm around your waist after dragging himself out of his thoughts while leading you deeper into the party into the backyard, which had a pool that was full of girls and guys alike. Including your friends to which you waved at. Before sitting next to eren on one of the lounge chairs as he called over his homeboys.

Now that he introduced you, you now know their names are Jean, Reiner, and Marco. Jean you knew, he was a close friend to connie, always stopping by the house for a few hours and playing the game with him while they smoked or whatever. “And there’s— where he at?” Eren said while looking around before cuffing his hand on the side of his mouth to call his friend “there he is, Ony!” he said while you turned your head just in time to see who he was talking about.

You should be embarrassed the way your thighs instinctively pressed together at the sight. What you saw, was a dark skin man pulling himself out of the pool, the chain that adored his neck seemed to only make the scene even better as the water droplets from the pool trailed down his neck down this chest and lower. He was tall— and built like he went to the gym every other day and he religiously went on runs. His swim shorts hung low on his waist, and you thought your breath was caught in your throat as he approached the small group. Eren standing up to dap up the man.

“Yo, Ony, i wanted you to meet my home girl, this y/n.” Eren said bringing the attention back to you, and you almost thought you were gonna pass out when you made eye contact with his brown eyes “Wassup.” was all he said and you saw it, the gold grills that adored his teeth, you felt like you would have to jump into the pool to cool down. This man is too fine you almost felt like you were on cloud 9 just from looking at him.

You had to look away and pretend like you didn’t care before nodding your head at him as a silent “Hey” left your lips, he chuckled lowly as he reached over grabbing something from the nearby table and putting it in the pockets of his swim trunks “You too cool to look me in the eyes or sum ma?” You haven’t heard anyone call you that since connie— but it sounded so good coming from his lips as you looked over at the stranger “Nah, i can just already tell you a problem.” You said which earned a smirk from him before he offered his hand to you, and you happily took it as you stood up, those same brown eyes trailing down your outfit “Lemme take her off y’all hands for a second.” Ony said before the group could even answer he was, you thought, leading you back towards the front, but instead stopping at the side of the house.

As you leaned against the wall, he towered over you, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes raking over your form— you were stunning, from your brown thighs that looked soft to the touch, to your breast that were sitting oh so nicely in your top giving him a nice view, all the way to your face, full lips adored with brown lip liner and gloss paired with your mink lashes that fluttered whenever you blinked. You were so damn pretty.

“You connie ole girl ain’t it?” He asked as you rolled your eyes smacking your lips together softly at your exes name, “Yeah, ole girl. We ain’t together no more— ain’t been together for months.” You said eagerly to end that assumption that you and him were still together. “Knew it was yo fine ass not gon lie.” He chuckled and shook his head, “What? You one of his homeboys or sum?” You asked, cause you told yourself you wouldn’t homie hop in his friend-group— but for the man in front of you, you might make an exception. “Sum like that.” Was all you needed to hear. This nigga ain’t loyal to his homeboys.

You didn’t even have time to register ony had took steps closer to you, and his hand was pressed against the wall behind you next to your head. “I knew he was goofy, but letting a dime piece like you go, that shit unheard of.” Ony said leaning in closer to you. You thought he was gonna kiss you, you were hoping he was gonna kiss you— feeling his plush lips against your own sticky ones didn’t sound bad at all. He smelled good too, pulling you into his seduction faster than you could even imagine.

He was a breath away, lips ghosting against your own, just before you could close the small gap of space between you two— the sounds of gun shots were in the air and people were running. But it seemed both of y’all were more annoyed than fearful.

Ony looked at you for a second before cursing under his breath, grabbing you arm guiding you through the scene of people, leading you to what you assumed to be his car while his other hand gripped on his gun— protection. He unlocked the passenger door of his all black tinted window benz for you, and told you to lock it after he left.

He left you in his car, as he went to go find out who ruined his moment, you sat in the passenger seat heated cause of the interruption and horny from just how fast Ony moved to ensure you were safe, all you could do was pull your phone out of your purse and turn it on— immediately noticing the multiple missed calls from, ‘No Caller ID’ and even more unread messages from “Maybe: Conniebae 🧡🧡”. You could only scoff as you read through them.

‘Y/n bruh’

‘ik yo ass at this party’

‘you childish asf omm’

‘jean just told me you sneaking around with my hb’

‘tf wrong with yo ass cuh’

‘ you tryna get bro killed ong’

‘now you can’t answer text? fasho’

‘i gotchu bruh’

‘bet.’

It didn’t take a genius to find out who started to shoot at the party after reading your text, and that frustrated you, he had no right to be angry, y’all weren’t together anymore . To make it worse as you looked back down at your phone to reread the messages once again, you saw those three dots appear on your screen before a few more messages popped up.

‘get yo ass to the house now.’

‘leave bro there or i’ll spin the block again’

‘this time i wont miss’

‘and yk i ain’t playing’

imagine this with gojo

using his mouth to tease you over and over. strong hands holding your thighs apart as they try to close, working his tongue against your clit and through your folds,

"such a pretty fucking pussy baby, so wet and all for me?"

sliding his dick through your folds, pressing the tip against your clit, teasing around your labia, holding out until you beg for him to just fucking put it in, your voice cracking with the words.

"well, since you asked so nicely princess~"

before you can even blink, before you can even take a breath it's knocked out of you from the force in which he thrusts into you-so big you swear you can feel it in your throat.

"so-fucking tight," he groans, watching as your face contorts, a scream building up in your throat, your cunt clenching around him so, so tight.

thrusting into you so hard your head spins, clawing at his back for some kind of purchase as he leans in and kisses you.

Lord have mercy 🥵🥵

baseball player!connie

baseball player!connie who is one of the top pitchers in the country. ever since he was young his family and friends knew he would be one of the best and they were right.

baseball player!connie who had been working the hardest on the team from his freshman year of college all the way to his junior year right now.

baseball player!connie who decided in high school that he wanted to get a degree before taking baseball to the next level and has stuck with it.

baseball player!connie who despite his 6’3, strong figure and prodigious talent in almost every sport, only took an offer for baseball, seeing that sport as his true calling since he was little.

baseball player!connie who would’ve never thought he’d be going to college with you, his high school sweetheart. you’ve been together since his freshman year of high school, always at his varsity games with pretty bows in your hair as you cheered on his team. you’d sit front and center, school colors painted in two lines on your cheeks as you sat in his opposite jersey with a bright smile on your face.

baseball player!connie who never leaves for a game without getting a pep talk from his favorite girl, your serious face always turning him on as he thinks about how you value these games just as much as he does.

connie’s wide hands were outstretched on your ass, rubbing and squeezing as he stood in his team warmup. he had an important away game today and you could tell he wasn’t feeling good about it, him and his team’s poor performance during the last few practices filling his brain with doubt. “ion wanna lose mami” he groaned, his neck tattoos peaking from his collar as he averted his gaze to the living room. you brought your hands to his cheeks, slowly moving his head back towards you as you spoke. “you been workin hard?” he nodded, hands giving your ass a squeeze as he thought back to some of his better pitches he threw during practice. “you still think you the best?” he nodded again, making you smile as you moved to your tippy toes to leave a soft kiss on his lips. “then stop worryin, the team feeds off you. if you go out there actin unsure of yourself then they gon be unsure of themselves too. you the captain ain’t you?”

“yes ma’am”

you smiled at the name, moving from his hold to pick up his bag from the floor. you slid the strap onto his shoulder before giving them a light squeeze.

“then lead em”

baseball player!connie who does phenomenal every game, but really excels when you’re there watching him. your pretty face and voice always bringing a small smirk to his face as he listens to you cheer after striking his opponent out.

baseball player!connie who is still in college, but is pretty famous since his games are broadcasted on espn and his highlights are shown all over sports pages. he even got sponsored by nike and did some commercials for them with other stars his age.

baseball player!connie who despite his age and profession, has friends everywhere. he’s had rappers, singers, pros, and even the nations best in other sports attend his games. showing their support for their friend. his closest friends are the nations finest volleyball and basketball players aran and ony. they were all around the same age and absolutely dominated in their respective leagues. the three men would always make time for each other regardless of their differences and busy schedules. the media liked to call them the three stooges for their funny personalities and when they’re around each other.

baseball player!connie who has different women in his face everyday, trying their very best to get the athletes attention, but they never got far. always getting brushed off with an “i’m married” before he’d walk off and look for you in the room.

baseball player!connie who doesn’t care that the two of you aren’t actually married or even engaged, during every interview he labels you as his wife since he’s vowed to love, honor, and protect you since the two of you started dating, no ring or wedding required.

“jesus christ c.p i gotta give it to ya. you’ve got to be one of the most talented players i’ve seen in a long time. you bat wonderfully, you run faster than a running back, and when your opponents think they have time to breathe they are plagued with your bullet like pitches. what do you have to say about your wonderful performance tonight?” the reporter said, a smile already forming on connie’s face as he looked down towards the ring tied in his laces.

“well first i wanna say hey t’my wife. she wanted t’be here but she’s a lil sick.” he said, a small frown on his face as he looked towards the camera as if he were staring at you. “i love you tho and i’m always gon thank you cause i wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for all those nights you’d encourage me and get on the field wit me t’work on my pitches. uhh what else? oh yea my performance!”

you giggled from your seat on the couch, nothing but put joy and pride filling your heart as you watched your man go on about how much he loved and adored you and the sport he was blessed to play.

baseball player!connie who to isn’t allowed to wear the promise ring you bought him during games so he ties it in the lace of his left cleat, always leaning over to rub it during games to let you know he’s thinking of you.

baseball player!connie who already pitched great when you’re there, but does even better when he’s angry. the sight of some random guy hitting on you in the stands made anger rush through his veins. his arm moving as if the ball were on fire in his palm.

“strike one!” the umpire said, the batter standing straight up in surprise as if he didn’t even see when the ball was released. connie wasn’t paying attention though because he was counting his own strikes for you, the first one being you letting this man touch your hair. ‘strike one’ he thought.

as his anger built up so did the speed of the ball as connie threw this second one as if it weighed nothing. “strike two!” the umpire said, the commentators going crazy as they watched your man throw another record breaking pitch. the crowd was going nuts but connie’s eyes stayed on you. your pretty teeth bare to the man next to you as you let him take your phone for something, probably to put his socials in it. ‘strike two’

your last strike nearly costed the catcher his hand, the force of the ball so strong that he felt it through the glove.

‘strike three’

“strike three! out!”

both connie and the umpire were in sync as the pitcher moved from his place. connie wasn’t paying the game any mind anymore, his anger at its highest peak as he watched the bastard bring his lips to your ear, whispering things to you with a smirk on his face as your eyes widened.

‘you’re out’

baseball player!connie who didn’t even let you explain that the man in the stands was a friend you invited from class before taking you home and having you face down in the sheets of your shared bed.

“got me fucked up furreal” he grumbled, his big hand colliding with your ass three times as connie deepened his thrusts. your cries and begs were muffled into the sheets, his other hand squeezing the back of your neck as he pushed your face down into the silk fabric. “got me staring into the stands every ten seconds cause you think it’s okay t’be all buddy buddy wit men ion know. tch….cuero grande mami” (such a slut)

you tried to move your hand towards his abdomen to soothe him, but connie roughly rejected you. slapping your small hand away before spanking you again. “don’t touch me. youn get t’touch me when you be letting randoms do it so easily” you cried loudly, your tears soaking the sheets under you as you tried your best to pull your wet face from the cushion so you can speak. “papiiiiii! s’not l-like that, p-promiseeee!” your beg fell on deaf ears as connie flattened his free hand on your back, pushing your stomach to the mattress as he fed you every last inch of his dick at a breathtaking speed. “uhh huhhhh. s’not like you was letting some lambón (ass kisser) be all in your face, right? not like you was letting him touch your phone and whisper shit in your ear, right mami?”

now that he put it that way you did look a little guilty, but you and the guy were strictly friends and you were determined to let your boyfriend know that. “i love youuu! o-only you daddy i swear” connie knew you’d never cheat on him, the love the two of you carried too strong for either of you to even think of being with someone else, but he couldn’t stop himself from becoming this jealous, possessive lover as his fame began to grow. when more people recognized him the more they began to recognize you as well. your pretty face and kind personality driving many men crazy to the point where connie had to keep a a close eye on your choice of “friends”. your easily gained trust making you prone to getting tricked into being friends with a man that only wants one thing from you.

connie knew for sure that was the case when it came to the man he saw today, his wandering eyes and lingering touches giving him away completely to your boyfriend, but you were naive, too innocent to understand that this man wanted only one thing from you. just thinking about it brought connie’s anger back up to a ten, his hips slamming into you as he lifted your back to his chest with one hand. “how yall meet, huh? he came up t’you after class didn’t he?” you nodded your head, earning you a hard slap on your clit from connie’s rough fingers. “que mama? respóndeme la pregunta” (what mama? answer the question) his hand snaked around your throat, giving it a tight squeeze to let you know he wasn’t playing, but you could already tell he wasn’t given the situation you were in right now.

“y-yes, he came up t’me after class” connie nodded as you spoke, already knowing he was correct. “and being the kind little lady you are, you invited him t’come sit wit you at my game, correct?” you replied wit a small “yes” coaxing him to continue. “and f’course he came, probably asked for your instagram on your phone so he could follow himself, said y’all should take a lil selfie to save the moment and begged you t’post it and tag him, right?” your eyes widened at how spot on your boyfriend was, his thrusts doubling in power as he listened to you agree to everything he said. “but you a my good girl so i know you ain’t post it, but he ain’t let it go did he? nahhh…he leaned down and whispered in your ear some stupid pickup line that made your eyes widen, and since you rejected him i know for a fact he ain’t follow you back, and he doesn’t plan on talking t’you ever again”

you couldn’t stop the little whine from escaping your throat as you listened to the wise words of your boyfriend. “m’sorry p-papi i didn’t knowwww” connie quickly shushed you, leaving light kisses on your wet cheeks as he pushed you back down towards the bed. he laid both of his hands flat on your back before pushing your arch so deep you almost screamed.

“you too nice mami i been tellin you this, but it’s coo tho. papi gon make sure you understand by the end of the night.”

baseball player!connie who spent an entire night fucking his lesson into your poor little pussy, making sure his sweet girlfriend didn’t fall victim to the bad, clout chasing, drama filled people you’d encounter everyday at college.

Godly. Thats all i can say 💙

i need to get this thot out there fjvjdjdjjs you tend to be quiet in the bedroom, thinking that your moans are too embarrassing for frank to hear. but when he has you face down in the mattress, going so hard and deep. You muffle yourself with a pillow and it turns out you’re loud and frankie just wants to hear more

⌒ 🍒 . ꒱ 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐲

pairing: frank castle x female!reader

warnings: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!, unprotected sex, creampie, p in v, vocal!reader, self consciousness, soft!frankie, light exhibitionism + mention of future exhibitionism, light mention of claiming, possessive behaviour (welcomed by reader)

a/n: frankie would absolutely encourage you to embrace it <3 here’s a short ficlet (500> words)

please reblog if you enjoy! it helps out a lot <3

frank thinks it’s entirely endearing that you actually think the pillow makes any difference to how loud you cry out his name; with every thrust in and out of your warm and wet walls, the difficulty in lowering your voice soon grows out of hand for you to have a hold over.

he entertains the act out of his own amusement, the false security of muffling your sounds with the pillow allowing your moans and whimpers to flow freely without the knowledge that you were being just as loud as you were before you stuffed your face into the soft pillow.

“oh— shit, frankie! please… y’feel s-so good— so big i-inside my little pussy,” you moan, unable to help the way the filthy words spill uncontrollably out of your mouth.

“i know, babydoll, can feel the way you squeeze that pretty pussy around me… this pussy was made for me, huh? fuck, baby, y’make the prettiest sounds for me,” teases frank, his words causing you to elicit a whine that has the man chuckling.

but as sweet as he finds it, he misses listening to those pretty noises without the muffle of the pillow obstructing the melody of your cries.

with an arm encompassing your waist, frank eases you up to meet his chest. his pace remains brutal, the vulgar sounds of his hips smacking against your behind mixing with the embarrassing echoes of your wails and gasps as you bring a hand up in an attempt to suppress the sounds.

“hey, hey… no more of that. ‘wanna hear the way my babydoll sings for me, want all of them to know how good y’feel right now.”

bringing his other hand to your wrist, frank gently pries your own away from your lips barely unable to hide his smile at the continuation of your gorgeous sing-song of sounds— and frank’s pretty sure this is the closest he’ll ever get to hearing the sounds of heaven.

“f-frank… s’embarrassing!”

“no, ain’t nothing embarrassing about it; god, d’you know how fucking pretty these sounds are? how beautiful it is to know that i’m the one causing those sounds to spill so easily out of your pretty, little throat? fuck, baby… so perfect and y’can’t even see it.”

maybe it’s his gentle encouragement and praise, maybe it’s the fact that you’re so far gone and so unbelievably close to suffocating his cock and spasming around his thickness to care about your noise levels. when you cum and bathe the room in what frank could only describe as the tune of an angel, he can’t help the growl it pulls from in turn.

he fills you with his warmth, his load coating your inner walls and marking you as he had done so many times before, exacerbated by your lewd comments of ‘that’s it, frankie, fill me up with all your cum, this is your pussy’ and ‘show them who i belong to, show them that i’m yours’.

“you’re mine, babydoll. if they don’t know from how you screamed for me, then they’ll know when they see my load trailing down these pretty fucking thighs; and if they still don’t know? then i guess we’ll just have to give them a private show.”

ony + grills

“you feelin good huh mama?” you hummed, inhaling his intoxicating scent in the sheets. your ass bounced as you shook it looking back him. onyankopon looked yummy, no shirt on with nike shorts. his gold chain dangled on his neck, and the gold that decorated his teeth shined when he gave you a small smile shaking his head.

“daddyyy” you whined, backing up to press your ass against his tummy, ony landed a smack to your cheek then immediately landed down and kissed it. his breath fanned over your cunt, his eyes trained on the cream that dripped out of your hole. “mmm” your eyes rolled to the back of your head, nails digging into the sheet, and arch going deeper. his tounge flicked from your clit to hole, dipping itself inside of you. “yess!” you bounced back against him, pushing against the man’s face while your hips slightly swirled.

“that’s it daddy, t-taste good hm?” pushing your hand back, you held his face in your cunt. curved nails rubbing over his waves. onyankopon was in heaven, was breathing hard? yes. was he quite literally drowning? yes. but he wouldn’t dare move, moaning in your pussy, while his balls were feeling heavy and full just from your taste. your sounds

were angelic, making him push his face deeper into your ass and spread your cheeks wanting to make you cum and lick it up again. your teeth dug into your glossed lip, tears pooling down your face - your ears were ringing, your praises to him so utterly disgusting and incoherent.

“o-onyyyy! mm fuck! l-love how you eatting m’pussyyy” your hole clenched, cream dripping out of you that ony quickly caught. his lips warped around your puffy fat clit sucking it making your toes curl in the heels you wore. “ohmygodddd” your screamed falling out of your position, squirting all over his sheets that now had a puddle. your body shook, your eyes opening to look at onyankopon while your pussy still spasmed. “good fuckin shit” his grills were gritted together, his face glistening in your essence and his dark brown cock in his large hand, being tugged and pulled.

you shakily moved to wrap your lips around his tip, sucking it while your hands clasped around his balls. “fuckin sluttt” his head was thrown back, chain dangling while his cum filled your mouth. you swallow him down with each rope, continuing to suck him dry even when you felt him get limp in your mouth. you finally let him go with a giggle at how he still was in a post orgasm haze. he looked down at you with low eyes and a sexy smirk. his fat pink lips being licked at, “you dangerous mama” he shook his head and reached down rubbing your cheek. “your dad gone kill me”

did i forget to mention that your dad was the same on who supplied onyankopon the amazing weed he was selling?

felt this in my soul 😭

thinking about giving onyankopon the most stupendous upside down blowjob in the world but because he’s literally pushing against your gag reflexes you’re just so focused on trying to take him without choking so youre doing so without any pleasuring noises and your eyes are just glassed over? concentration focused?? spit and precum everywhere??? like hes just lowly groaning out curses and the occasional “you’re so pretty like this” but hes not even being rough?? just so intrigued in seeing you fucked out its crazy god

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