Riding Plug!draken Until You Squirt On His Chest..

riding plug!draken until you squirt on his chest..😵‍💫

content warning: mentions of weed, slight foot play, praise kink, squirting, overstim, infidelity, daddy’s used, pet names (pretty girl, princess)

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your hands intertwining with his..holding you in place as you pounce up and down on his cock. Practically impaled on that big dick, letting every inch engulf you each time you propel. Your entire frame bending and folding back as you let out shrill cries. “Mmphm! Baby..” “It’s alright, keep going. You’re doing good..” his deep voice encouraging you as he lie underneath that curvy frame. Brown eyes glazed over in red as he siphons another whiff of the potent blunt he’s nursing and exhales the cloud of smoke into the air. Filling the atmosphere along with the scent of your sex, music and glowing lights scattered around your frames. You’re going as fast as you can..gasping for breath as his tip begins to press at your swollen g-spot..prodding away to increase your pleasure. Something your man could never do…but behind these four walls of his condo bedroom, you were Ken’s responsibility and he’d always make certain you left satisfied..even when you came more times than you could handle!

“ ‘S too much, daddy..so fucking big..” drawing out in a whispery cry but he knew you could handle it. After all, you had taken this dick many times before…you were just never on top. Besides, it had been a while since he’d been able to stretch that little pussy; conforming it to his own shape once more so you may have been struggling. Even so, he’d just laugh..slapping your ass with a heavy hand and keep encouraging you along.. “..but you can take it. My pretty girl always takes this dick so good, don’t you? Look at you creaming on it..you got this.” letting you work his cock the best way he saw fit. Until..

“Ahh! Fuck, fuck…Kenny!—I can’t..”

an ear shattering cry that only brought a smile to his face. Especially when he watched you reach for your extra sensitive clit and massage it until he felt stick juices rain down onto his chest, face and abs. A mess he’d lap up any day like an obedient dog. Smirking as tears streamed down your gorgeous face, Ken grasped at your trembling legs..bringing your ankle and foot that had gotten caught in the brunt to his lips to lick up the remnants before tugging you further towards his face to sit you atop it. “Daddy’s so proud of you, princess. Took all that and came so good for me..” massaging on your back to calm you down in the process; slightly scraping his nails into your pretty brown skin.

“Lemme give you a lil’ reward. C’mere..sit that ass on my face.”

i personally love it when y’all write anime men as hood niggas BUT that’s jus me 🤷🏾‍♀️

🫠 MDNI 18+

“papa-!” you gasp into the plush white sheets. onyankopon’s breath is heavy and pushes your hair into your face as he thrusts rapidly into you. “papa, y’said we was jus’ cuddling! this isn’t cuddling”

“y’know this yo fault, ma” he’s got a handful of your breast, biting at the skin on your neck. his other arm is wrapped around your middle, making it easier for him to drag the thickness of his dick in and out of your throbbing pussy. the sounds are wet, and everything is warm the room is hot and you’re sweating. “walking around in them lil ass clothes, y’know better, ma. why you, f-fuck stop clenching me- why you keep playin like I won’t fuck you up, huh?”

you hadn’t meant nothing by it. ony likes the room hot so you wore some shorts and a tiny lil tank but you weren’t trying tease…right?

“onyyyy~, oh my god, daddy, s’too much,” his hand had reached up and into your mouth. spit coated tongue swirled around the digits just like you were trained to do. he’d removed his fingers and slipped them between your legs, mixing his saliva with the mess of his cum and yours, swirling over the cute, sensitive bud of your clit.

“pretty girl so wet, you this wet from cuddling, ma?”

you whine into the air, throwing your head back onto his shoulder as he fucks into you faster, fingers circling your clit at the same pace. “this isn’t cuddling daddy! this isn’t cuddling!!!” his teeth, adorned in his shiny gold grill, bit into your skin, sucking at the hot skin and adding a purpling bruise to the skin. his other hand, occupies itself with your pierced nipple. “f-fuck, pa, m’cummin!!”

“that’s it, shawty, make a mess on this dick, good girl, that’s daddy’s good girl” ony talks you through your orgasm, feeling gushes of liquid squirt around his dick, onto his lap and the sheets, soaking them and him. he lays you down on your stomach carefully, hands carefully pressing into your lower back as he sheaths himself back inside your wetness, pounding into you again. “fuck, i love you, swear i do, ima fuckin marry yo ass, get you a nice ass house, get my girl everything she needs,”

“ohhh, fuck yesssss, papa, fuck yes!!!!” your nails grip the sheets as he pounds into the mattress. your pussy is sore and you’re sure you’re gonna have bruises all over but you don’t care.

“you wan’ m’to cum’in you, ma? wan’ m’nut?” his words and slurred and his thrusts are sloppy. he’s getting close and you can tell from how he’s biting back moans.

“want daddy’s nut, want you to cum in me, papa, make me messy, oh my godddddd!”

“fuckkkkk!” his hips still as he groans in the air of his bedroom. ropes of cum gush into your pussy. ony cums a lot and it gushes out and around his dick and drips onto the mattress. he continues to fuck his cum into you, not wanting to waste any if he could help it.

he collapses on top of your sweaty, panting body, wrapping his arms around you and snuggling into your back. he doesn’t pull out from you, staying in your warmth as he listens to both of your breathing even out.

“you’re not very good at cuddling, pa”

“don’t play wit me, y/n, i’ll fuck you again”

PAIRINGS ✩ — plug!connie x hyperfem!black!reader

WARNINGS ✩ — ts kinda nasty when I think abt it, sub!connie, handjob, kissing, smoking, cum eating, daddy kink

CONNIE’S back laid in between your thighs, his head resting on your stomach. You were sat up, resting all your weight on the headboard. Your pink acrylic nails wrapped around Connie’s neck.

You were bent over as you pressed kisses onto Connie’s cheek, your fenty lipgloss staining his cheek. Connie laid comfortably, counting money.

Summer Walker quietly played from the tv. You lightly bit Connie’s cheek before sucking on the spot. Connie liked being absolutely smothered in your love plus it felt kind of good.

Your hums to ‘Anna Mae’ vibrated onto Connie’s cheek, your nails lightly grazing his neck.You released his cheek, the spot looking light reddish.

“Oops” You gave the spot one more kiss. “I gave you a hickey” He turned his head towards you.

“You tryna have people think you beat on me and shit” he laughed, wrapping a band around the stack.

“You are so cute I just wanna eat your face” You dragged your acrylic nail down his face, tapping his nose. You squished his cheeks together before kissing his pouted lips multiple times. You didn’t give him any time to speak, just suffocating him with your affection.

“You’re so good to me. Always taking care of me, can I take care of you pa?” You innocently ask, your lips still brushing against his. His eyes close and you can feel his body melt into yours, feeling a little needy. “Yeah” he softly breathed out.

The way this big ass angry tattooed drug dealer was being held by you, feeling so so vulnerable. You ran your hands down his white tee, pulling it up slightly. You rubbed at his lower stomach, pulling a groan from Connie.

“Gonna make you feel really good” You kissed at Connie’s neck as he tilted his head, giving you access to his sensitive neck.

Your hand reached under his grey sweats, rubbing his length over his boxers. You could hear small whiny breaths coming from Connie as you slipped your hand under the band. You tugged his heavy hard length out into sight. His tip pink and leaking, the base fading into a darker brown. Both of you guys were focused on what you were doing to him. He licked his lips, making them glossy and wet.

“Why do you have to be so cute, sexy, and adorable?” You kissed his wet lips. Connie was too focused on your hand stroking his dick. Your smooth palm twisting right on his tip, getting his pre-cum all over your hand.

You watched as you mindlessly sucked on Connie’s neck, starting to fasten your pace.

“Ay coño” Connie breathed out, his hips bucking into your hand.

“Does it feel good?” You squeeze him at the base of his cock.

“mhmm” He nods his head. You smile before repeating his famous saying, “Use your words”

Connie gasped as your thumb rubbed over his tip, circling around. “Yeah.. y-yes fuck” Connie’s thighs clenched, feeling so good. The bottom of his white tee was clenched between his teeth, trying to refrain from moaning as loud as he wants to.

You took notice of that, “Don’t do that daddy I wan’ hear you” Connie’s cock pulsed at the petname.

“Say it again” Connie whined as you tortured his tip with your hand.

“You gonna cum daddy?” You now have both hands twisting up and down his cock. Connie’s chest heaved up and down as his toes curled in his socks.

“Y-y…esss” Connie went limp in your hands, his cum oozing out of his tip. You slowly twist and squeeze his base, making sure to empty his fully.

You hear Connie wince as you still stroke his cock. You let go, looking at all of the cum on your hand.

You bring your hand up to Connie’s mouth, his tongue licking up alll his cum. Connie was pretty shocked at the action, his cock rising once again.

“How ‘bout I ride you until you cry” You suggest to Connie, your boobs all in his face.

What a horny monster he created

“Im trynna get close to you”

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𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

“𝐈’𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠”

Y/n

Makeup Artist

23

“𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐃𝐨𝐧,𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 ,𝐞𝐦 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐧𝐨 𝐈𝐭,𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭”-𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐀𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜

“𝐈 𝐚𝐢𝐧’𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐬”

Onyankopon

Actor

24

“𝐁𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧, 𝐚𝐢𝐧’𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞, 𝐈,𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤, 𝐃𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐈,𝐦 𝐟𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠”- 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐝

doordasher!eren seeing you have a bad day and trying to make it better because surprisingly, he isn’t an asshole all the time 🥹😭

content warning: mentions of PMS, depression and a little sadness. He’s a sweetie pie in this.

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he had been running deliveries all night. Back and forth between various restaurants, dropping off orders to all the customers who had requested all types of things. From five Mexican pizzas for a bunch of college kids to happy meals for a couple of fussy little ones, needless to say he was busy and was being kept on his toes. However, he couldn’t help but think about his favorite patron..

it had been a few days since he’d seen (y/n) appear on his radar and he found it quite strange. Even though the two of you constantly bickered, mainly because of his slick ass mouth, he had developed quite the soft spot for you. Oftentimes worrying and thinking about you off the clock as well. And tonight, he couldn’t help but get you off of his mind. Driving around aimlessly, awaiting his next job when he decided to pull into a gas station for some smacks of his own. It was as he was scraping up to the counter in his sweats and slides, placing a Peach Faygo and plain Lays on the glass top when he got a notification on his Apple Watch, which he was using to pay with. ‘You just received a new order from (y/n)!’ But he was a little surprised to see it differentiated from your usual. It was from Walmart..tissues, chips, ice cream, and some Tylenol. However, before he could accept, he’d seen that you canceled. Which caught him off guard. What could that have been about? He’d thank the clerk and then dart back to his car where he’d do a little digging. His initial thought was that you possibly could have been on your period and didn’t want some man picking up your personal items but he’d retrieved far worse than some Maxi Pads and Mydol during his tenure here. He knew that you and Connie, another fellow dasher and one of his best friends were pretty cool so he’d hit him up, wondering had he heard from you. He was very much aware of you guys’ little ongoing rivalry, having known each other for about six months now so you weren’t exactly strangers anymore; had even hung out and smoked with them all and as funny as he thought it was, he had some advice for Eren..

“Ion know, bruh. I wouldn’t bother her right now. She’s been having a rough couple days so she’s been actin a lil’ different. I tried to check in on her but she don’t wanna talk. Imma just give her some space.”

but that wasn’t his style! Annoying as he was, he was an even bigger softie. If someone he knew or cared about wasn’t doing well, he’d do whatever he could to make sure they were feeling better by the time he was done. Despite Connie’s advice, he’d crank back up and peel out of the parking lot, headed to the superstore to pick up your requested items…and a few other things! Meanwhile, you were sitting in your two bedroom apartment..glaring out of the window with a rather gloom expression on your face. Watching the light rain fall underneath faint glow of the street lights as you worked tirelessly at your computer. Feeling a bit jaded and ready to clock out. Truth was, it was a gnawing feeling you had been experiencing for days. Stuck in sort of a rut and without direction. Everything was beginning to feel a bit mundane. Living alone in this apartment with hardly any visitors, you were left only with your work and lonely thoughts to get you by. Even tonight, you didn’t feel like eating much; cancelling your order before you’d waste someone’s time or that brunette nuisance could show up at your door, ready to be a pain.

if you were being completely honest, even arguing with him didn’t feel so bad right about now. Anything not to feel so isolated.. little did you know, he was already ten steps ahead and en route; hoping to bring that frown to a giant smile. Scouring the aisles of Walmart, searching for anything he’d hope you like. Ice cream, tissues, chips..all as you had requested. But he needed more. Something to truly lift your spirits up.. “What do girls like when they’re sad? Teddy bears? Candy? Liquor?..hell if I know.” Muttering to himself, even with passing patrons glaring at him as if he were crazy. But he was actually talking into his AirPods, trying to consult his friends who were on a FaceTime call with him. They couldn’t help but laugh at how he was going to all these extra lengths just to see a customer smile. Even taking the expense from his own pocket. After a little more intel from Connie, he had learned how stressed you had been with your new role. A promotion that came with nothing more than a larger workload and a slightly bigger pay raise. Which truly wasn’t worth it by the time you factored in emotional and manual labor. So this was definitely what you needed. “Ion know but I think somebody got a lil’ crush on my homegirl.” Connie blurting out to make the others burst into laughter, teasing him relentlessly. Just the sheer mention making his cheeks glow red. “Aye, it ain’t even like that. She’s just really cool. That’s all..don’t want her being depressed and by herself if I can help it.” He truly was something. Nonetheless, he’d continue filling his basket with all types of things until he was sure he had built the ultimate care package.

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by that time, the rain began to pick up and get a little heavier, thus sending your power surging and your system offline for a little bit. “What the—?! Damnit! Now I gotta tell these bitches my internet is out..” understandably frustrated, you’d click around the screen and just release a huff, knowing there was nothing you could do at the moment except wait for things to boot back up. It was yet another headache you had to deal with explaining. But it did provide you with a bit of a break to get away from that draining screen. You’d get up from your chair, stretching your back and legs, preparing to head downstairs when you heard your doorbell ring. You weren’t expecting any company so that was quite odd! Could it have been some dumb kid playing a prank? Perhaps, a wrong door? Exercising caution, you’d make your way to the bottom step, leading into the living room where you’d reach the front door. Using the peephole, you’d look around and that’s when you’d spot a bag on the doorstep, up underneath the canopy covering…and an oddly familiar vehicle sitting out in the middle of the parking lot!..lights on, engine running and shrouded by rain. Carefully opening up the door, you’d take a peak around before procuring the items. Before you could even see what it was, the vehicle and its driver were peeling away. But what was inside was enough to bring you to tears and make this hellscape of a week feel all the more worth it.

in a giant gift bag was candy, two small roses, a tiny pink teddy bear, Moose Tracks ice cream, bags of chips, a soft plush blanket and lastly, a card that read “get well soon.” You didn’t know why or how he knew you were feeling down but once that door closed, tears began to stream down your face. Overcome with sheer emotion that someone thought enough of you to try and brighten your day!..even if it was the last person you’d expect. “Eren, I have no idea what to think of you. You’re something else, you know that?” Muttering to yourself as you wiped your face. Just as you went to go turn and head to the kitchen to place your things in the fridge, your phone would illuminate with a text, reading:

“Feel better soon, okay? I don’t like knowing you’re sad. I hope these help. Besides, who else is going to make my shifts fun?” -your favorite dasher. ❤️

needless to say, he had earned himself all five of his stars and then some.