thinking about babydaddy!connie fucking you nice and slow after finding out you got stood up by your date. having little constentina (his idea, but tina for short) for the weekend, your precious angel just couldn’t keep her mouth shut to her daddy when you’d told her you were going on a small ‘dinner’
“she said dinner but that really means date, daddy.”
connie isn’t surprised. no one knew how to handle you beside him. i mean, he’s had your ass in place successfully for nearly ten years; only he was man enough to handle you, your mind, and most of all your body.
you loved connie like no other, you wanted no one else to be the father of your children. but you knew the streets would eventually take him away from you, and you just didn’t wanna stick around for that. not when you had a five year old girl depending on the both of you. connie looked for other ways to make bread without selling or doing anything…illegal but it was hard to match the stacks he was bringing home every weekend.
your separation was a one sided agreement anyways it seems. to you? you two were broken up. to connie delulu ass? you were his wife and you’re ‘smoking dick if you think ion belong to you and you’on belong to me.’
you didn’t even have any words for the absence of your so called ‘date.’. after an hour of waiting, you figured you’d call in to check on tina. ringing connie, your babyfather answered on the first ring, of course with a wood in his mouth and multiple lights on his face, signaling he was watching tv.
“hey,” your voice is solemn and low. you really were tired and ashamed to say anything more.
“hey mama, you okay?” connie’s hazel brown eyes quickly flick over to yours through the screen.
you shrug though he can’t see it. “i’m okay.” you admit. “just callin’ to check on my baby.” the frame was only on your face, but from the small shake of your hand, connie had managed to get a glimpse of a pretty black dress you’d sported, breasts looking three times as big as it usually did because of your sitting position. he could tell you dressed up for the night.
“yeah? she good, just upstairs sleepin’ right now. how was your date, pretty?” you hear connie turn down the tv in the background and give you his full intention.
you furrow your brows. “what? boy, how’d you know about it?”
your baby father blows out a huff of smoke and chuckles, flashing his gold canines. he wasn’t gon snitch on his lil informant princess. “i got my ways. tell me bout it baby.”
with a roll of your eyes, you let out a tired sigh and felt your shoulders sag. “wouldn’t know. the nigga never showed.”
connie furrows his own thick eyebrows. “what you mean? he told you he couldn’t come?” he asked. from the shake of your head, you see his face soften on the screen. “come over n’ smoke with me. lemme make you feel better.”
you kiss your teeth and throw your head back, already knowing where the conversation was headed. embarrassment flooded your expression. “you eating my pussy is not gonna make me feel better, constance.”
connie kissed his teeth and waved you off dismissively. “you’on know that.”
a blush can’t help but creep its way onto your brown cheeks. “i’m supposed to be staying away from you, ya know.”
connie gives you a knowing grin, shamelessly flexing the two deep dimples in his cheeks that constentina inherrited from him. “yeah? how’s that going for you, mama?”
“obviously not good because i’m actually considering your offer of being a booty call tonight?” you laugh.
“come onnn mama, tina’s sleep, i got a wood rolled for you and i want you here.” your ex compromised with a kiss of his teeth. “lemme rub ya feet and all on ya butt i promise you’ll feel better.
“i’m tired and don’t feel like driving, con,” you whine in the same tone. you knew if he didn’t have your daughter he’d already be at your door, but you refused to risk waking her up in a car ride over here.
connie rolls his eyes and puts you on pause for the moment. a minute later he comes back on screen and takes a pull of his backwood. “your uber on the way baby.”
“ooh daddy,” you cried, trying your hardest to breathe straight. “you know i cum fast like this, oh shit,” connie had your legs spread wide open, forcing your huge tits up against the bottom of your face as he pumped in and out of you.
“you like that mama, like when i fuck you nice and slow? all romantic n’ shit?” connie teased. tears streamed down your face and he wasted no time in kissing them from your pretty face.
you’re too far in euphoria to even fully comprehend exactly what he’s saying. “yes, i love when you stroke this pussy so deep daddy.”
connie holds your breasts up damn near to your face and takes his time sucking on each of your nipples, making sure to stretch and pull it all the way back as far as it could go, grinning at the sound of it snapping back toward you. “you’on need no one else to love you like this but me, you heard?”
you can’t help but shake your head, the small responsible part of you left that hadn’t been fucked out by connie yet (though he was close) was slowly bringing you to reality. “no,” you respond.
“nah, nah, dead that shit or imma stop,” your ex threatened, straightening his back out so he stood tall, yet still very deep inside your gummy walls. you can’t help but stare down the tattoos that littered his body; many dedicated to you and your shared daughter. “you grippin’ me so tight baby, boutta make me cum, fuck,” connie throws his head back and whines. “tell me you’re mine n’ we gonna get back together.”
“no, con,” your words were saying one thing, but the cream ring of your arousal forming around connie’s tanned dick was betraying everything leaving your mouth. “w-we’re we’re toxic—oooh, yes, right there right there!”
suddenly, a large pair of hands come to wrap around your neck, gripping lightly. “tell me you’re mine or im not fuckin’ this pussy,” he orders. “you know i don’t be bluffing, mama. ‘specially when it come to your spoiled ass déjame oírte decirlo.”
more tears fall from your eyes as you feel your lower region bubble in evstasy. “con—“
“say it if you wanna cum.” connie’s grip around your neck tightens as he inevitably starts to babble. he was not gonna let up off you no matter what. “come on mama, say it n lemme give you another baby. gonna make you a mama all over again, want you so full of my babies, pretty—fuck,” he breathed out. “you know daddy sorry, you gonna forgive him?”
it wasn’t until connie started to add his thumb rubbing circles around your clit did you finally fold and give in. “oh fuck, yes! yes yes i forgive you con—please—“
“go head and cum mami, te quiero.” connie breathed out, feeling his own orgasm approach. “te amo joder joder por favor dame más hijos mami te estoy rogando déjame correrte dentro de ti,” the man curses into the atmosphere as he strokes himself in you a few more times.
“yes yes,” you nod in response to his pleads of cumming in you. a nanosecond later, connie’s cumming deep into you until he ends up shooting nothing but blanks. you’re full to the brim to the point where drops of his cum couldn’t help but ooze out between your puffy cunt.
eijirou talk you through it kirishima. he most definitely taking you thru the entire journey to your orgasm. and the next 3 orgasms. he’s constantly praising you, telling you how pretty you look and how good and deep you’re taking him. he’s also sooo vocal, making the sexiest noises you’ve ever heard and telling you how bad he wants to paint your insides with him cum and make you the prettiest mommy. and bc he’s so fucking huge, it always ends with your orgams hitting so hard you genuinely cry sometimes because you’ve never felt something so euphoric in your life.
izuku who rubs your stomach for hours while you toss and turn uncomfortably in bed because of your cramps. always asking if you need anything or refilling your water bottle whenever it gets low. he gives you small kisses on your back and shoulder, whispering a gentle “i know, baby, im sorry” whenever you whine about how much pain your were in. he wished he could do more. make it all go away for his precious girl. but for you, izuku was all the medicine you needed.
18+. minors dni. rue bennett definitely has the sort of strap game that has you face down sobbing into the bed— especially if you were mouthing off to her before? she’s mean enough to make you work for it, watches you bounce yourself back onto her dick. she leans down, chest pressed against your back only to murmur “yeah, see? there you go. good girl, show me you fuckin’ want it.” she lets out a cocky, airy laugh when you whine out daddy. “feels good, huh, baby? you like that shit?” you can only respond with a whiny sob when her arm finds its way around your neck.
“whiny little mess— so fucking mean before, but now i’m daddy. too fuckin’ easy, baby.” she always starts to ramble when she’s fucking you, talks filth into your ear relentlessly. it does nothing but make you clench around her strap. “shouldn’t even be giving it t’you right now, fuckin’ brat.” you cry out when she crooks her hips in a way that lets her get impossibly deeper in you, your hands grabbing at the arm around your neck. “i’m sorry, daddy, ‘m sorry— gonna be better, i promise,” you babble. it’s bullshit— you and her both know it. it’s why she loves this, though. getting to watch you curse her out and jab your little fingers at her chest… all while knowing she gets to fuck the attitude out of you once you’re done bitching at her.
Happy Juneteenth to us black Americans and black Americans only!!! I hope you have an amazing day💕💕💕
Thank god for our ancestors who lived through and those who died because of slavery, for those who fought and still fight for our rights and freedom today.
shouta loves to fuck you in the mirror right after a shower.
it always starts in the shower but he doesn’t even let it get to the bedroom. he wants you to take him right there over the counter, in the mirror where he can see your face.
shouta's hand held a grip in you hair, just a shy from painful as he bent you over the sink, his other hand gripping the skin on your hips
his half lidded eyes stared holes into yours in the reflection. you can hardly hold his gaze, your eyes fluttering and rolling uncontrollably as he pounded into you mercilessly.
“watch.” he demanded breathlessly, tightening his grip in your hair.
“look so pretty, i want you to see.”
you sob, shaking your head as tears of pain and pleasure stream down your face. “caaant sho, soo d-deep"
shouta pouted gently, mocking the one of your face “, i knoww babydoll, but you can take it i know you can.”
he loved when he could slip his hand underneath you, press and feel himself bulging inside of you. still whispering the dirtiest words you’ve ever heard in your entire life.
his eyes are still locked on yours as his hand firmly pressed into your abdomen, only adding more pressure to the knot that formed quickly inside your stomach. his hips bucked into you recklessly.
“fuuuck, you're so wettt baby” he whined in your ear. you can’t even say anything in return. only another broken whimper. but how could you when your thighs shook and your toes curled against the tile. “n' takin me so fuckin' good. shiiit—i’m gonna cum."
his hand slides from your stomach to clutch your throat, keeping you still as he buries himself to the base. the knot low in your gut coils tighter as you sob out his name, nails scraping against the countertop.
shouta watches darkly as your face shatters in the mirror. mouth slack, eyes completely shut now as the pleausre took over you. "mhmm, let me feel you, angel"
and that was all the extra motivation you needed for the coil inside you to snap as your vision whites out. you cum with a broken scream, releasing all over shouta.
his eyes watched, barely, at the way your fluids mixed with each of his thrust, making some sort of sticky arousal concoction. he smirked lazily, his lip tucking between his teeth as she shook his head.
"messy fuckin' girl" he growls, hips stuttering. his rhythm fractures as he chases his own release, dragging you back against him with every thrust. "get so nasty for me."
and after another minute of him promising to fill you real nicley and reassuring you on how much he loves you, he finishes with a choked groan, forehead dropping between your shoulder blades as he spills inside you, hot and relentless.
the music had the house vibrating, you could hear chatter from people passing the very door you were behind. you should feel guilt and shame, yet you loved it. when it was only you and eren it never failed for trouble to come. the dynamic of the group was simple, you all were together. but if you had to pick your bestie, it’s always gonna be eren. “good girl ma’ma” you hummed around his balls. your nails digging into your thigh to compose yourself. you panties stuck to your pussy, they were soaked, the white fabric having a visible spot. your tounge moved up his cock racking every curve and vein. when you got to his tip you looked him in his pretty green eyes and sucked him in. your cheeks hallowed, and a giggle bubbled in your throat when he threw his head back.
“swear m’fuckin the shit outta both of yall” you both seemingly ignored connie, he couldn’t do anything at the moment but watch in the dark car as he was doing. you both knew there was a large punishment coming, and it only made the act better. bobbing your head up and down eren; you closed your eyes taking in the burn of your throat. tears came to your waterline, and just as your began to go up for a little air, because eren was always the sweetest one- you were stopped. at the soft but roughness of the hands, and the subtle yet strong smell of cologne that you would recognize anywhere, you tried to think of how you didn’t realized it before.
connie laughed in the back, weighing the weed and looking at the bright facetime screen. yea, ony had left the call seconds after seeing what you two were doing how you snuck to a party, but how did he know? “no keep going baby, show daddy how bad you are” your throat burned more as ony pushed eren fully into your mouth. you gaged, spit spilling from the corners of your lips.
you could also feel a small cut forming from how wide your mouth was, but that’s nothing medicated chapstick couldn’t fix. through your teary eyes you looked up at eren, while he wanted to be scared he couldn’t. he was getting overstimulated, his tips was leaking with pre cum, balls full and heavy rubbing against your chin. he couldn’t look at you, just closing his eyes and letting his pretty moans out .
he bit right next to his lip ring, his cock jerking in your mouth, and his own hand grabbing at your head to keep you stead and fuck his dick into your throat. you were a toy, and you loved it. ony was now bent next to you, his hand gripped the back of your neck, and his lips kissed your ear, his other hands went under the short white skirt and rubbed slowly on your clit groaning at the feeling of your wetness. “you looks so pretty suckin dick princess” moaning you closed your eyes and pressed your thighs together.
“aht at” he growled pushing your thighs apart again, and slapping your pussy through your panties. you moned around eren, body jerking at how good the slap felt. you were so dizzy from wanting so much. wanting to cum, wanting to taste cum, wanting to get fucked in every hole.
“make em cum so i can take you home fuck that pretty pussy” your eyes opened slowly starting up at eren who was in his own world. “then ima make eren clean you up. cum in your pussy and have him suck it out, you like that?” you gargled on your own spit and mix of cum. you felt lightheaded, tears continued to fall down your cheeks dampening your bottom eyelashes.
“then connie’s gonna fuck him while he fucks you” his words came out growling, you heard connie humming in the background as onyankopon fingers continued to work on you clit building up the anticipation of cumming more and more. eren’s moans got deeper, his hips worked faster, his thumb rubbed at your cheeks, as he incoherently praised you in rambling you couldn’t understand. but you felt his balls scrunch and the cum drip into your mouth making you instinctively swallow. onyankopon’s hands stilled, his focus on watching your drink up both of your boyfriends cum.
“g-good girl” eren stuttered out, his hair was stuck to his face, eyes closed and cheeks pink. ony just watched you both, a smirk on his pretty features that you both should’ve been scared of. “meet at house in fifteen” he said out loud breaking the comfort of the silence. you both knew who he was talking to, and when connie replied with “heard” and a small chuckle he left the call. leaving you and eren to look at one another with wide eyes.
you couldn’t ignore the fact that your husband!izuku lowkey has a breeding kink. you don’t think he fully realizes he has one but you’ve definitely picked up on it in the past few months
especially when he never fails to mention something related to that almost all the time.
“just imagine our kids, baby”
“you’d be the prettiest mommy.”
“can’t wait to see your belly all round”
he’d even started occasionally calling you mommy, saying that one day he might manifest into reality
no matter what time of day, he always managed to slip these images of you with a cute little baby bump in your head. you would usually laugh it off until he started requesting to not use protection some nights too “simply get the full affect” and that he swears he’d “pull it out in time”
and if that wasn’t enough to prove your point, the very few times you guys went unprotected, he’s asked to finish inside of you, which you’ve sternly shot down each time cus now he was going too far. you truly thought he was going crazy but he was unfortunately dead serious.
but now, as he has you in the meanest missionary position, hands squeezing tightly around your thighs as he slams into you messy and needy, your protest weakens
“so pretty.” he praises, kissing your lips before dropping his head to the crook of your neck, listening to how his every stroke punched a moan from you. “pleasee let me today baby. please.”
his dick twitched at the idea of being able to cum inside of you all hot and warm and potentially getting you pregnant.
“want to so bad. wanna fill you up and make you all big and.. and mghnn—fuck i-i’m gonna cum”
he couldn’t even imagine how perfect you’d look waddling around the house carrying his baby (or babies). he could cum from just the idea alone.
“i-izuu..” you managed to get out through your broken moans. but that’s not what he wanted to hear.
“please mommy” his voice cracked slightly, his pace becoming erratic as he felt his climax approaching quickly. “you know i’ll be good to you. whatever you want, baby—whatever you need, i’ll take care of it”
the problem wasn't that you didn't believe him. the problem was the way your stomach fluttered at his words. the way your ankles wrapped around him tighter. the way your body betrayed you by pulling him deeper like it was giving him permission.
he’d never full on begged you like this and you honestly didn’t know what to d think or do.
he made it sound so convincing. so perfect like you’d never have to worry about anything. like he’d make the entire thing worth it.
who knows… maaaybeee one wouldn’t hurt?
"tell me yes," he whined against your throat, hips stuttering as he fought to hold back. his fingers dug into your thighs hard enough to leave crescent-shaped bruises later. little reminders of how badly he wanted this. "t-tell me, please say yes."
your nails scraped down his back as he hit that spot inside you. the one that turned your vision white.
"o-okay! ” you gasped, your eyes rolling back as the knot in your stomach tightened. you didn’t know why you said that but you also didn’t feel bad for saying it. maybe all his mommy manifesting was getting to your head
it didn’t matter because the sound he made was almost wounded. relief, desperation. something raw and it sent you over the edge you were already half way over.
“you mean that?” he panted, face coming up to look at yours with half lidded eyes, searching for any uncertainty “m’ so fuckin close, angel. tell me you’re sure. s-say it pleaseplease say it ”
you nodded weakly “want it zuku, please…” you managed to get out as your orgasm approached strongly. izuku wasted no time burying himself to the hilt with a string of curses, hips jerking as he spilled deep inside you.
you sobbed out as you reached your own peak, legs trembling like jelly. well they were jelly now and probably would be for the next few months.
he came up to rest his forhead on yours, still breathing heavy. his lips twitched into a delirious, blissed-out grin before he placed a kiss on your lips.
“i hope that worked.”
oh yeah he was crazy
kokotlks — uploading after my long ass (but much needed) hiatus is so awkward lol. i am still getting to my reqsts but very slowly and im honestly just posting drafts so my accnt doesnt completely die. but after life decided to play in my ass i just haven’t had energy for reqsts or fixing up something new soooo enjoy my scraps until i gain the strength to write again lol. x
and also guys this is only fiction… for the love of god please USE PROTECTION!!!
happy ⠀black history month ⠀to all the black americans , the afro-caribbeans , the afro-latinx afro-natives , and other black diasporas. we’re strong and this was always about us <3
Can you make a bkdk×reader poly. Where their at their agency, and one of them is frustrated, so they go to their wife and husband to leave out some stress (she asked to get an eat out).they kinda tease reader about it but are more than happy to comply.
Thank you for your time.
AHHHH MY FIRST NONY i already love you. & i love that yall love bkdk as much as me, it rlly makes me feel like im not completely going insane :)) i have state board for school next week so im gonna be MIA for a minute buttt expect some more poly!bkdk shtuffs coming soon x
“i’m back!” you chirped, throwing your keys onto the counter and taking off your shoes. to your surprise, you heard nothing in return. nothing except your room tv on faintly in the distance.
thinking that they probably fell asleep, you made your way to your room.
“mnggh—k-kachaan.”
you stopped in your tracks, assuming you were hearing things. your body grew with chills almost instantly at the sound of your boyfriends voice.
you were no novice to the sound of izuku’s moans, but you were sure you heard wrong.
but still, you stood there waiting for the sound again … just incase
“ohmygod” it came out like one word, broken, breathless and desperate. that was definitely izuku’s voice.
you inched closer to the door. eyes adjusting to the blurry figures you made out through the slit in the door
your mouth dropped open like a hungry dog at the sight in front of you. katsuki and izuku both shirtless and hair wet, sticking to their faces. izuku sat in between katsuki’s legs , back against his chest, face flushed and head thrown back.
you followed katsuki’s hand that stretched over izuku’s abs and into his jogging pants.
“t—to much kacchan, I can’t t-take it”
he squirmed and moaned and whined as katsuki stroked his sensitive tip, fingers glossy from the previous orgasms izuku had spilling all over and down his hands
“then whyre you still cummin’, huh?” izuku could only whimper in response, but it wasn’t enough for katsuki.
katsuki’s other hand suddenly fisted in his green curls, yanking izuku's head back to expose his already marked neck . “huh, you fuckin nerd?” he egged, a smirk playing on his lips while his thumb swipped mercilessly over izuku aching tip.
izuku’s back arched, a cracked moan escaping him lips simply from katsuki’s word and you felt your own legs clenching together
“be…because—mmmgn-”
his teeth grazed izuku’s ear as his stroking hand sped up, squelching obscenely now. “cus’ what.”
izuku’s hips jutted up into katsuki’s wet hand, lips red and puffy from him biting down too hard. he was panting like a dog, his eyes rolling back from overstimulation and the approach of his third orgasm
“tell me” katsuki growled, fingers tightening in Izuku's hair, just on the edge of it being painful. his other hand worked izuku with brutal efficiency, thumb pressing against his slit on every upward stroke. izuku’s thighs trembled, toes curling into the sheets.
his breath hitched, words dissolving into a loud, throaty moan as katsuki twisted his wrist on the next stroke.
your own pulse hammered in your throat, fingers gripping the doorframe as izuku’s voice cracked
“fuuckk—kacchan please..”
“beggin’ ain't a answer” katsuki taunted, slowing his hand just enough to make Izuku whine, hips chasing the friction.
“because!” izuku gave in, thrusting into katsuki hand like a touch starved virgin, the knot in his stomach subsiding slowing “b-because it feels good when you t-touch me like this”
katsuki’s smirk was sharp and victorious. his grip tightened. "yeah?” katsuki hummed although it kinda sounded like a strained moaned “show me. one last time, handsome.”
then he dipped his head, biting down on izuku’s collarbone, tongue swirling around his skin as his hand sped up. wet, filthy sounds filling the room.
“yesyesyes—mmgghfuck i’m cumming—oh god” izuku moaned with a sob, cum splurting and spilling over katsuki’s fingers, and his stomach again.
katsuki didn’t let up, milking him through his entire orgasm. he placed kisses to his temple and forehead until izuku went boneless legs trembling.
shit, your own legs were trembling. the creak of the door opening had them both snapping their eyes towards you, izuku’s face immediately going red.
“oh my god..” you chuckled breathlessly, mouth agape. it wasn’t anything funny and actually you were painfully horny and wet now.
katsuki’s grin was all teeth. he had noticed you long ago but decided to let you creep, the feeling of you there watching only adding to his fuel.
WORK APPROPRIATE “yes they’re my coworkers. yes they’re my harem.” ☘︎ shinsou x denki x sero x reader ⸻ language, suggestive, lots of flirting, friend group of torture and lust who kiss and touch each other
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