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This is a little thing I'm tentatively calling A Crisis in Faith, Prologue, pages 5-6

Huge huge spoilers for ISAT in general + the But Then Who Was Phone??? achievement + the Like Talking to Yourself achievement!!!!

I've been thinking a lot about Sif + Loop + The Change God and what they all think of each other and wanted to get some of those thoughts out...

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Greedy & Full - Mammon x Fem!MC

I’m back with another NSFW fic~ This time of the Great Mammon  ♡

Reader/MC is female!

Content warning!! Something of a master kink, a bit of spanking, lil bit of dirty talk, tad bit overstim

It was fairly easy talking Mammon into bed. All you had to do was wear his clothing. His jacket, which was a size or two bigger than your own. Something about the fact that his pants wouldn’t fit on you turned him on. Your full, wide hips are unable to fit into his pants. Your breasts may not have been massive, but they did ride up his shirt on you quite a bit. You got him hot and bothered and he couldn’t articulate why.

“Get out of my damn fit, human!” He scowled, chasing you up the steps. You duck from his grasp, laughing and taunting him the whole time. You were about to make fun of his lack of effort, he should have caught you by now.

However, he grabbed a fistful of his jacket and pulled you backwards. “Alright you, outta my clothes now!” He huffed.

“Mammychan…” you purred deviously. “You want me out of all these clothes for you, huh?”

What came from Mammon was nothing short of a malfunction. He sputtered and turned his nose upward. “Hmph! More like you should be eager to get out of yours! I bet you’re dyin’ for the great Mammon to admire your figure.” His hands slipped down to your waist, his fingers curling in the belt loops of the too- tight pants. “Fuck. You’re stretching them out, aren’t you?”

You roll your hips into his touch, grinning. “Mm, I might have torn them up already? Oops~... I guess you might have to punish me.”

“Fuck… you want me to torture ya’ babe? Make you ride my cock until you’re in tears? Spank that fat ass until it’s red and stinging?” One hand comes up, and he’s delicately brushing hair out of your face. “Drive me crazy. Wanna fuck you so deep. Look at ya’ wearing my clothes and shit… looks so cute on ya’ babe.” He finished his compliment with a harsh slap on your ass. The force of it alone made you arch forward, grinding against the bulge in his underwear.

His breath hitched at the friction, and he was tempted to spank you again, but he didn’t want an accident in his own underwear. You would never let him live it down if that was all it took. So he pushed you away a bit, then led you down the steps. He held your hand firmly, and pulled you close once you reached his bed. He sat down slowly, and smirked at you.

“Get out of those clothes. We can assess the damage and you can pay up right now if you… apologize properly.” He winked, his tongue snaking out and dancing across his upper lip seductively.

As if possessed, you slowly began to remove the jacket, tossing it on to the bed. When you reached for the shirt, he stopped you. “Slowly, sweetheart. I wanna take it in. Pretend you're my personal stripper, giving me a show.”

You blush, not knowing how to take it slowly like that. You weren’t shy by all means, but pretending to be a stripper was still out of your league. You wanted him, and you wanted him to want you too. So you tried your best, making a show of your body by putting emphasis in pulling up the shirt. Once you managed to get out of it, you tossed it away onto the floor with finesse. He whistled under his breath to show approval.

Next came the pants, which were much less a show of your sexy side, and more like you wiggling out of them. Like a dancing worm at the end of a string. You at least turned around so he could watch your ass and thighs jiggle, and it saved you from having to look him in the eyes during this embarrassment. Once you managed to kick off the pants, next came for the bra. You turned around, and reached behind you. Unhooking the bra, you lifted it slowly, until it was just barely covering your areola before stopping. Mammon looked like he was going to fly off the bed right then and there.

“Fuck, don’t make me wait.” He groaned, palming himself through his shorts.

“Oh? I thought you wanted me to make a show of it?” You shoot back immediately. Mammon groaned again, adjusting on the bed to get comfortable. You spread your legs a bit and roll your hips seductively, pulling the bra up with the rest of your breasts, until the flop down with a delicious slap! Against your chest. His breath stutters and he stares. You were unimaginably beautiful, and you were going to be chanting his name like it was a prayer before long.

Once the bra was off and again tossed to the side, you spun back around and leaned against his dresser. You shook your ass, snaking a hand down the front and between your legs. “Mammon,” you pant hotly. “You want it? What’s right here?” You pat your panty-covered pussy, twitching at the pressure. “You want to fuck my pussy? Pump me full of cum?”

“Fuck,” Mammon gasped. “Want to fuck you deep. Little brat. I told you what I want already. You’re almost there…”

“Want the Great Mammon’s cock… stuff me so well. Take them off.” You roll your hips again. “Take them off and fuck me. I’ll be a good girl after I’ve had my fill. I know you want to watch me tremble. As the cum drips down my legs.”

There was something like a low, animalistic growl that came from behind you. And suddenly his body was pressed against yours. “I was gonna spank you for ruining my pants,” he growls. “But now I just want to fuck that tight pussy until you can’t speak. Until you can’t think.” He grinds against you, holding your hips firmly against his.

“Feel that?” He pants. His cock is twitching through his underwear and you moan. It’s hard and warm, even through the cloth keeping it restrained. “That’s a real man. You’re gonna have a real man fucking your brains out. Fuck, are you ready?”

You hum, content with him having his way. You were done teasing him, now you just wanted to listen to him come undone for you. To feel him lose control on your body, to bite, scratch, kiss, and caress you to his greedy hearts content.

The slap that came to your ass startled you. Then feeling the nails dig into your underwear and hearing it be torn off like it was cheap cloth surprised you. He laughed darkly.

“What’s wrong babe? You wear my clothes, I tear yours. You be a fucking brat,” another harsh slap to your ass, “I put you in your place. You thought you had me, didn’t you? Thought you had me whipped but no.” He snarls, his hand coming around to grab you by your face. “You’re mine for the rest of the night. You understand me?”

“Y-yes, Mammy. A-ah-!”

Another harsh slap. This time you jumped a little, the sting feeling too good. “What are you supposed to call me?” He warns.

“M-master. Master Mammon…” you whine.

“Good girl.” He let’s go of your face, and you lower your head on to the dresser. The hand returns to your body, teasing shapes across your pussy. “Fucking wet and all I did was spank you. You like being punished, huh? You love when I give you attention.”

You swallow thickly and turn your head. He’s kicking his underwear off quickly and lining up behind you, his finger swiping between your folds. He slicks himself up the best he can before taking the head of his cock and replacing his fingers. He groans, your wet and scalding hot pussy is inviting him sweetly, but before he thrusts in he has to set down a ground rule. Something to make things interesting.

“If you make so much as a peep,” he hisses into your ear, “I’ll take that as an invitation to go another round. You hear me?”

You lower your hand and huff. “Y-yes, Master.”

With that, he shoves in. All the way in. The usual tightness is replaced with a suffocating constriction, and he chokes on the pleasure. He hunches over you, nails digging into the soft of your hips. He laughs when you cry out, unable to contain yourself from being empty to suddenly very full.

“That’s one,” he counts. “You really are poorly trained. Don’t worry. I’ll train that pathetic human brain, this tight little pussy to behave.” One finger reaches around to cup one of your breasts in his hand and he squeezes, eliciting a soft keen from your throat. “Two!” He laughs again.

You nearly groan from anticipation of more rounds. The fool is so busy counting he hasn’t started mo- ah.

He’s pounding into you now. Knocking the dresser against the wall with each harsh thrust. He has no mercy in his movements, his hips ramming into yours with practiced expertise. He’s taken you in various ways before, in various places. He had to admit this was one of his favorites.

You reached down and rolled your fingers around your clit, struggling with all your might to not make a sound as per his orders. It was getting more and more difficult by the second, hearing how hard he was fucking into you. The sounds of skin slapping harshly against stinging skin, the dresser knocking against the wall, and the carnal desire that was Mammon at the very moment, turning your insides into a humming, buzzing, pulsing mess.

“Fuck yeah,” he moaned, burying his face into the crook of your neck. “Fuck yeah! You like that? Me fucking the shit out of your little pussy? Ooh, fuck!” You were hoping, praying really, that in the midst of all his talking he would either forget his count, or wouldn’t hear you at all. Either way, you took the chance and hissed. It wasn’t much, but you were grateful you didn’t hear him acknowledge it.

He slows for a moment, rolling his hips into yours. The hand on your breast now rests on the flat on your back and he’s smoothing kisses down your back. Sometimes he gets like this, and you weren’t entirely sure why. He’s being rough with your body one second, and the next he’s kissing you, shifting the mood for just a moment. To appreciate you, your brain supplies. You clench up at that realization, and just like that, Master Mammon is back again.

He slams back into you, and you’re surprised at how you didn’t manage to make a noise that time. You’re dangerously close, and he can tell.

“Who owns this pussy?” He asks, fucking into you as if you’re going to be leaving the Devildom tomorrow. You don’t dare answer him. “Who owns this fucking pussy?!” He shouts at you. “Answer me!”

“You!!” You cry out, and suddenly your voice is gone. He’s fucking you through your first orgasm, and seconds later you’re panting, reaching back and squeezing his arm. Pleading for him to stop, but without telling him to, he simply won’t listen. You flop on to the dresser seconds later, silent again as he laughs.

“Four!” He counts. “You thought I didn’t hear you earlier, did you?”

You almost groan. He can be such an insufferable dickhead sometimes. You still loved him, regardless.

His pace becomes uneven, and you can feel him coming close as well. You simply hold on and pray that he’s so tired after that, he pulls out and goes straight to sleep like he sometimes does. But he was still on his first round, and he was the Avatar of Greed.

Once he’s cum inside you for the first time, he pulls out afterwards, admiring the view of your quivering thighs. He waits a moment before you begin to push the cum out of you, oozing down your legs and making a mess on the floor.

“Fuck, c’mere.” He commands. You stand up slowly and waddle towards him. He puts his arms around you, patting the top of your head, before promptly tossing you onto his bed. You barely get a word in before he’s already on top of you again, thrusting away with reckless abandon.

“Master!” You sob. You feel like kicking yourself. You can’t seem to quiet down, no matter what. Everything just felt too good, the force behind Mammon’s thrusts shoved you violently against the bed, rubbing your clit against the soft sheets. You felt a second orgasm coming quickly, and Mammon pulled your head up by your hair.

“Yeah, cum on this cock. Cum on this fucking cock, babe! You fucking love it don’t you? Cum on this fucking cock!”

The overload of sensory was too much, and for a second time that night, you felt a powerful orgasm rip through you. Your eyes nearly rolled back and you gave a low, throaty groan. “So fucking good, Master! So fucking good! Aaah- Mammon! P-please…!”

“Shut the fuck up,” he growls, and immediately you fall silent again. You may have made your pact with him, but nothing has ever changed, it seems. “When I say shut the hell up and take it, that’s what I mean.”

You bury your face into the mattress when he lets go of your hair. Your broken sobs fill his ears and he drinks it up like nectar. A stupid demon is a useful thing to have, but a powerful one, able to serve you your punishment relentlessly was far more enticing that you anticipated. 

Orange Lamborghini

Bakugou Katsuki

word count : 6.3k 

[ ✘ (nsfw!) ]  

themes : lil toucha ass play, car sex, baku being a damn tease

bio : You keep telling yourself you’re done with Bakugou, but the last time is never really the last time, is it?

author’s note : i know i said i was gonna post a tamaki fic but it’s a certain violent blonde’s birthday tomorrow!! (happy 4/20 ayy) so here you go ;) … also this is a part two to my other baku fic, “fuck you i just might”, but you don’t have to read that one before this if you don’t wanna!

side note : Y/H/N is your hero name, and reader is a pro hero working at the same agency as Bakugou. ALSO he smells like caramel bc of his quirk, dont fight me on this >:(

also available on AO3 here

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“🅂taying late again?” Reo, the owner of the coffee cart stationed in the lobby of the hero agency, quizzes as he throws you an accusatory look.

You stand before him, hand awkwardly looped around your elbow and a small, bashful smile on your lips. He totally knows. But you appreciate that he never outright says anything, and you know for a fact that he would never peep even a whisper to anyone. You are probably his most loyal customer, and you’d like to think he considers you a friend after all this time— not to mention, all the coffee you’ve purchased from him.

Reo gauges your meek expression, and he only smiles as he pours the creamer into the dark brown liquid. “They must be working you hard… I’ve never seen a top hero work such long hours, staying even after everyone else has left. Well, almost everyone, that is.”

Yeah, he most certainly knows.

“What can I say?” You blabber, perhaps answering him a bit too quickly. “Work is my whole life. I don’t have time for anything else, I guess.” The sentiment is a little awkward but full of candor, and when the words leave your lips you’re surprised to hear them carry such a solemn tone.

The man nods in understanding, handing you your cup of coffee before he grabs a cookie from the glass display case and offers it to you as well. “On the house,” he states and you share a long showdown of a gaze with him before you reluctantly pluck the treat from his outreached tongs.

“Thanks Reo, you have a good night now.” Bowing slightly to the elder, you turn and take your leave, quiet steps echoing in the otherwise empty foyer.

Just as the elevator doors open to take you back up into the higher levels of the building, Reo calls out to you. “You know, you should find someone that’s just as hardworking as you. Maybe they’re closer than you think.”

Flustered by the old man’s advice, you only nod and bow again, jamming your thumb into the button. A sigh of relief escapes you as the doors conceal you from his prying eyes. That man has a sixth sense, you swear.

The elevator doors open and you briskly walk through them, along the corridor and around the corner before you finally reach the conference room. Taking a deep breath, you slip through the doorway, eyes trained on the table half-covered in paperwork. Bakugou is sitting behind the spread out files, his red eyes jumping up to regard your approaching form. Placing the cookie wrapped in napkin on the table, you nod at him as you turn and open a cabinet, fingers pinching a fresh manilla folder and shutting the door with a bump from your hip.

“Working late, huh?” His rough voice splits the silence hanging in the air, and when you turn to look at the blonde, he’s lounged back, corded bicep hung carelessly over the back of the chair and a cocky look on his face. But his eyes hold another emotion as they give you a once-over, one that makes your insides stir in both memory and apprehension.

You nod again, a coy smile gracing your lips as you take a sip of your coffee, your own gaze lingering on the muscles that poke out from the hem of his tight tank top. “You too?” You ask, even though the answer is obvious.

Bakugou’s hand twirls the pen he was previously using in rapid, effortless circles, and his knee bounces slowly underneath the table. “You gonna eat that?” He answers your question with his own, slanted eyes flicking towards the cookie resting on the tabletop just an arm’s length away from him.

“You want it?” You can’t help but be surprised— you always expected Bakugou to be an uppity-ass, no-junk-food kind of guy.

“It’s Reo’s, right?” The blonde replies gruffly, thick fingers reaching out to grab the confection. “Shit tastes like heaven.”

Your eyes widen as you connect the dots. Why, that sly little…

“Don’t work yourself too hard,” you chirp out as you turn on your heel, ready to retreat back to the safety of your office.

Bakugou’s scarlet eyes return back to your departing figure, a thin brow raised and a snarl of a smirk splitting his lips. “Aw, ‘ya worrying ‘bout me now, Princess?”

“Fuck you,” it flows from your mouth, years of foul-mouthing built up into a knee-jerk reaction. Your eyes widen as his turn to slits, that stupid smirk morphing into a gleaming grin.

“Don’t tempt me.”

A wave of heat washes over you from head to toe before settling between your legs. You don’t bother to stick around, your feet carrying you out of the conference room as Bakugou’s harsh laughter trails behind you, echoing down the hallway.

Closing the door to your office behind you, you lean your back against it as you slide toward the floor, shutting your eyes tight as the memory washes over you. He’d taken you— right there on the desk you’re supposed to be working at— and ugh, it was fucking good. Shit, he was good. Dropping the folder on the floor your fingers fly to your temple, rubbing your skull in a useless attempt to push the memory away.

Alright, if you’re being honest… that was just the first time. There were, well, a handful of times following the initial incident, much to your now chagrin. There was that time in his office on the other side of the building that had a perfect view of the ocean, which you had become very familiar with while your face was pressed up against the glass and he ravaged you from behind. There was also that time when it was around this time of night and he had thrown all your paperwork off of the conference table and taken you right there, pounding into you like no tomorrow. Yeah, there were a few times you’d found yourself naked before him, pussy gripping his thick cock as your lips clashed with his.

But last time was the last time. You can’t just keep fucking him like this, all over the agency in such scandalous secrecy… the two of you hiding this gruesomely passionate beast you co-own, feeding it only once the the coast is clear and, oh, he feeds it so well… every meal a juicy, fat steak dripping with desire and euphoria, encasing your senses in a silky smooth film as his calloused hands glide all over your—  No!

You shake your head abruptly, derailing your sinful train of thought. You agreed that last time was it, fin. And… the time before that, too… and maybe the one before then as well— well, it doesn’t matter because last time was actually the last time. Pulling yourself together, you make your way toward your desk and begrudgingly begin your work.

By the time the folder is full, the clock indicates that tomorrow has begun and thus, it’s time for you to go home. Without a glance towards the conference room, you make your way toward the elevator, letting out a long sigh as the weight of the day slips from your shoulders. Jabbing your thumb into the button, you lean against the railing and check your phone out of habit. Two new messages from Jirou pique your interest, and you eagerly open the chat log to see what she’d sent.

Jiji 🎸: Girls meeting at the usual tmrw night!! Hope you can make it :)

Jiji 🎸: We all miss ya girly, you’ve been working too much lately ❤️

A part of you feels bad for misleading your friends. It’s not that you aren’t working late these days… it’s that your workload is not the only thing you’re doing when you stay after hours at the agency. Your friends had started to notice all the late nights you’d been spending at your job, and they’d begun to pout when you would bail on their bar-nights. They understood that you were working, and you hoped that they didn’t harbor any further suspicions. You had not told a single soul about your rendezvous with Bakugou Katsuki— the only person who seemed to have an inkling of your relationship, if you could call it that, was Reo.

Sliding your phone into your bag, you decide to try to make it tomorrow night. The last time had been the last time with Bakugou, so you would definitely be free tomorrow night, especially after finishing up the paperwork you had just completed minutes prior. With a wave of determination washing over you, a small smile appears on your lips as you fiddle with your staff key-card absentmindedly, wondering what you should wear when tomorrow night comes around.

When the elevator dings and opens its doors, your feet take you out of the steel chamber and into the cement confines of the parking garage. At this time of night, the only way in and out of the building is through the parking garage gate, seeing as the custodians lock up the front doors long before midnight. But you don’t mind, because the night air is fresh and cool on your face, and the subway is only a three minute walk from the garage exit. Just before you can reach out to tap your key against the automatic gate, an ear-splitting screech roars behind you and you jump, shooting straight up into the air.

Whipping around, headlights nearly blind you as they point right into your eyes. Squinting at the obnoxious light, your vision widens again when you recognize the outline of a sleek and shiny Lamborghini. An orange Lamborghini, to be precise. And a license plate with “G-ZER0” unmistakably tacked onto the front bumper, which sits almost flush against the smooth cement floor.

“Oi, Y/H/N,” a blonde head pokes out from the driver’s window, narrowed red eyes glaring at you. But his lips are curled into a smirk, clearly enjoying your frightened-animal-like reaction to the startling revv of his engine. “You’re blockin’ the way.”

Your hands indignantly turn into fists at your hips, a frown and a furrowed brow marring your expression as you turn around. Smacking the key card against the scanner you strut directly in the middle of the pavement for as long as you can before the road widens. Once the car can easily fit on either side of you, you move over to the sidewalk, arms crossed over your chest as the low car matches your pace, engine purring loudly.

The window next to you rolls down soundlessly, and the blonde leans slightly over his console to crane his face up in order to see yours. “Where are you goin’?” Bakugou inquires, and you can feel his intense gaze on the side of your face but you do not turn to acknowledge him.

“Subway.” You reply shortly, eyes trained straight ahead of you. Three minutes until you reach the subway station, exactly two corners and two blocks away.

The car roars as the angry blonde hits the pedals again, exhaust crackling with a ferocity similar to a big cat’s. The sound is deafening but you don’t waver, feet placing calmly in front of one another. “At this hour?” He pauses for a moment, long enough for you to let your guard down and chance a look at him. Which is a mistake, because goddamn he looks sexy as hell sitting in that exorbitant car, one hand thrown atop the wheel with his bicep on display, the other arm perched atop the console between the seats and those vermillion eyes blazing into you. It’s only a mere second that you give him, but he knows your resolve flutters as you look away quickly, your pace increasing to make him press on the gas just a hair harder to keep up with you.

Your breath catches in your throat when he speaks again, your heart pummeling your ribcage with vigor and a claminess lining your palms.

“Get in.”

It’s neither a question nor a statement— it’s a demand. One that has heat rising between your legs, the embers that had been so surely extinguished suddenly igniting furiously with but a scrap of sustenance. You grit your teeth and keep walking, determined not to get in the car. If you get in that car… you don’t know where you’ll end up. Or, you do know where you might end up, and that would be very bad. It takes a lot of your willpower to spit out a simple, “No thanks.”

Bakugou grumbles at your stubbornness, the vehicle screeching again as he demonstrates his displeasure and the unnecessary horsepower underneath his hood. “Come on, Y/N. Just get in,” he presses, his voice not as harsh as it was just a moment ago.

But you hold your own, flipping a stray lock of hair over your shoulder. “Aw,” you smirk, humoring him for a millisecond as your eyes flick over to him, “‘ya worrying ‘bout me now, Boom-Boy?” Your lips curl into a satisfied smirk as he visibly bristles in the corner of your eye.

“Damn it, I’m trying ‘ta— tch,” Bakugou grumbles and cuts himself off before he apparently decides he’s not going to play the familiar game of cat and mouse with you, “Fuck this.” Tires squealing on the rubble, the sleek car leaves you in the dust, sharply turning the corner ahead of you before disappearing into the night, the noise of the thundering engine echoing through the tall cityscape.

You glare at the corner ahead of you, unimpressed. He was trying to— to what, put you in a pissy mood? Hell of a job he did, if that was the case. Frown sinking into your cheeks deeper than before, you continue your way to the subway station while you pull your phone out to distract you from your miffed thoughts. Turning around the very same corner the orange sports car had rounded just a minute ago, you nearly drop your belongings when a pair of rough hands grip your biceps.

Relief washes over you for a moment when you meet Bakugou's irritated expression, before horror spreads through your limbs as he shoves you into his open passenger door. Without much of a fight you’re inside the vehicle, fruitlessly yanking the door handle only to find it’s locked shut. Sliding back into the luxurious leather seat, you scowl at the hero as he slams his door closed and snags the black seatbelt over his torso. “The fuck, Bakugou?” You hiss, attempting the door again to no avail.

“Hey, easy with that!” He growls, a thick finger flicking the pedal shifter into drive and slapping his boot against the gas. His eyes meet yours as a wicked grin lifts his lips. “Buckle up, Princess.”

Your head smacks against the back of the seat as the car lurches into a velocity that no doubt exceeds the speed-limit. Your hands scramble over your shoulder and you frantically grab the metal clip, unceremoniously shoving the belt across your lap to find its destination. Once the joint clicks into place, your eyes fly to the man beside you, pure rage boiling underneath your skin. “You asshole! I’m gonna rip your dick off!” You yell, the slightly ajar windows letting air zip into the cabin and howl in your ears, your hair flying around your face.

“I love it when you talk dirty to me,” he quips dryly, voice deep but holding an infuriatingly potent tone of amusement.

You shut up at that, heat rising to your cheeks as you look out the window defiantly, away from him. Your eyes trail over the interior of the car, curiosity winning you over as you your fingers trace the smooth features lining the inside of the door. There’s a soft underlighting beneath the seats, glowing an acidic green to compliment the orange of the exterior in a display that screams man with an enormous ego. You roll your eyes, adjusting your legs to point away from him as much as possible.

“I didn’t know you had a Lamborghini. This how you get into your slutty fangirls’ pants? Take ‘em for a ride in the Baku-bile?” You ask, shooting daggers into his sharp jawline. The premise of him fucking faceless girls in the very seat you’re in makes you want to throw up in disgust.

Bakugou snorts at the name, scarlet eyes snapping toward you before settling back on the road. “Don’t need to show ‘em my car to take ‘em for a ride,” he answers snidely, a sharp canine gleaming at you from his smirk.

You don’t acknowledge his reply, one arm crossed over your chest and the other gripping the side of the door harshly as the city flies by outside the windows. You wonder where he’s taking you, because he never asked for your address, but you sure as hell aren’t going to start up a conversation again with that dickwad, so you just simmer in your displeasure instead.

The ride is surprisingly smooth and you would never admit it, but the feeling of him stepping on the acceleration makes your heart thud, adrenaline coursing through your veins and washing over you. You try your best to hide your excitement with every boost of speed, but you don’t catch Bakugou’s eyes lingering on your tiny smile every time he accelerates. You almost whine when the car slows and you pull into an empty parking lot, apprehension settling in your chest as the engine cuts and you’re left in silence, with him. A public park stretches before the lot, empty swings and monkey-bars twirling leisurely in the wind.

He doesn’t say a word, so after an incredibly long and awkward minute you break the ice. “Bakugou… what are we doing here?” You turn to him expectantly, lips melting back into a frown as you give him a once-over. He’s still in that tank top, which you curse for being a part of his hero costume. Why the hell did he have to choose something so flattering?

The blonde casts a side glance at you, leaning back slightly in his seat. “Wanted to have a chat with ‘ya,” he says, turning to look at you fully. The car seems like it is not big enough, for he’s only a short distance away from you and looking handsome as ever. The park before the windshield is illuminated by only the moon and starlight, casting a soft glow onto his smooth skin. The stubble on his jaw scatters tiny shadows across his chin, and those scarlet eyes peer into yours deeply. The moment is full of unrestrained tension, until he speaks again. “Coulda done this in the garage but your stubborn ass wouldn’t gimme the time of day,” he grumbles, effectively releasing you from his trance.

You blink and look away before returning your attention to him, a sour expression on your face. “Okay, dipshit, what did you wanna talk about?” You huff, arms crossing over your chest defensively. So you might have gotten yourself into this, but only a tiny bit.

You’re left hanging, expectantly eyeing him with a measured gaze. His eyes are locked with yours, but his mouth doesn’t move, not a semblance of a word on his lips. You give him that ‘eyes widening and head jutting forward, I’m waiting for you to talk’ look, but still he’s quiet. Tossing your hair over your shoulder impatiently, you let out a frustrated sigh as you close your eyes. “Look,” you start, turning back to him ready to flame his ass, “I don’t—”

Bakugou’s lips are on yours, his hands clutching your jaw and pushing your mouth into his while he leans forward over the console between the seats. A moan tears from your lungs, the familiar scent of caramel crashing over you as he fills up your senses, fingertips weaving into the hair behind your ears. His tongue thrusts into your mouth, greeting yours like a lover desperate to hold his beloved, caressing and rolling and dancing.

Suddenly your hands are on him, one around his back and pressing him toward you while the other threads through his silky soft tresses. A groan rumbles out of him as you pull against his scalp, one of his hands slipping down the back of your head to hold where your neck meets your shoulders, squeezing the sides of your throat gently. An embarrassing mewl floats out of you at that, a string of saliva connecting your mouths as you both gasp for breath.

His red eyes twinkle at you mockingly, a sultry snarl on his lips. But Bakugou doesn’t dare say a word, instead claiming your lips again with his own, sucking in your bottom lip and biting gently with his pointy canines. The hand on your neck remains strong, while his other hand slithers down your chest, groping your breast with enthusiasm and his thumb roving over your already-hard nipple, which he can feel through the fabric of your skin-tight hero costume and bra. He moans at the discovery, fingers eagerly flying to your side and unraveling the zipper there, watching as the skin of your exposed chest becomes illuminated in a mixture of moonlight and the green glow emanating from beneath the seats. Tugging the wire to rest atop your tits, he nearly growls at the sight of them, diving face-first toward you and wrapping his mouth around a nipple. You buck into him, falling back uncomfortably onto the door, but he just crawls onto his seat and leans further into you, red eyes darting up to catch your wanton expression.

Desperately gripping at the shreds of your sanity, a tiny part of you screams out at the wrongness of the situation. “We shouldn't… fuck, Bakug— ohhh,” you whimper as he nibbles at you, your heart rate skyrocketing in desire as you close your eyes, trapping your trembling lip between your teeth. The rationale is pushed away, the only thing you can pay attention to being the way Bakugou’s mouth feels latched onto you, and the hand traveling down your torso to tease between your legs. His rough fingers prod at your cunt through your leotard, expertly locating your clit through the cloth and focusing extra attention there. Simmering tendrils of heat burst through you and you cry out, legs weakly drawing his wide frame closer to you.

After a moment Bakugou sits back in his seat, pulling you with him. It’s a little rocky, not a perfect transition, but you make your way to sit on his lap nonetheless. His large hands palm your tits roughly, pinching your nipples as his tongue wrestles with yours, your moans leaking into his mouth. His body jerks in surprise as your hips begin to roll against his, and you can feel just how bad he wants this too, rubbing into you against your thigh. It only makes him touch you harder, leaning down slightly and becoming lost in the heated kiss. A hand trails down your waist to grab a handful of your ass, cupping the flesh before he slaps it harshly, then holding it in his palm again as his fingers dig into your skin. He drinks up every noise you release, like a starved man receiving his first meal in forever. He pulls away to kiss down your neck, tongue licking a stripe down your throat before his warm mouth lands on your skin, nipping and lathering and sucking.

“This is,” you gasp, coming up for air and that scrap of sanity surfacing in your mind again, “We shouldn’t be doing this, we— we said that last time was the, ahuh-ahh, last… last time.”

Bakugou sucks harder against your neck, his hands on either ass cheek and pulling your bottom against him. The friction of his cock against your core, even with your clothes separating you, makes your head spin and your voice die out. “You want me to stop, hah?” He grumbles against your throat, slick with his saliva. He rolls your hips against his particularly hard, and your hand reaches out to latch onto his shoulder as your pussy twinges in your panties.

You cannot reply, only a high-pitched whimper tumbles out of you because suddenly he’s pushing aside your leotard and panties, digits dipping into your humiliatingly wet entrance. His fingers easily glide up and down your slit, thumb flicking cruelly against your clit as you double over, nails breaching the skin on his shoulders.

“Doesn’t seem like you know what you want,” he comments, voice gravelly and timbre. His other hand rests on your hip, keeping you from grinding against him. He’s looking up at you, eyes darkened with lust and that haughty grin splitting his lips.

You glare at him, eyebrow twitching at his torment, mouth wavering as his fingers continue to tease along your sopping folds. After being with him so many times, you know what he’s waiting for, but you’re absolutely torn; a moth drawn to the flame yet wary of being burnt. “Please, Bakugou,” you murmur, eyes begging him to give you more.

Bakugou’s brow quirks upright, a single knuckle pushing into you and rubbing against your velvet walls. “Please, what, Princess?” He drawls out, almost purring at having you in his favorite position. That being, you, desperate for his touch.

You groan, throwing your head back as another knuckle slides inside, two wide fingertips stretching your cunt so infuriatingly shallowly. You try to move your hips but his grip is iron on your waist, and a long whine falls out of your mouth. “Just— Pleaseee Katsuki,” you beg, not wanting to say the words he truly wants, but not giving him nothing as his name leaves your lips so seductively.

His nostrils flare as he exhales, shifting underneath you as you feel his cock twitch against your leg. “I thought you wanted me to stop?” He growls, tone low enough you can feel his words shake his lungs. They shake something within you, too.

“No,” you breathe out, placing your lips softly against his before pulling away, your eyes boring into his, “I want this, I want you so bad.”

Bakugou groans as he drives his fingers into you knuckle-deep, curling his fingertips and rubbing against your insides. You moan like a whore at the sensation, his thumb still working on your clit clumsily as he pumps his fingers into you. His lips capture yours again, the hand on your hip jumping up to grab onto your neck again and push your lips harder onto his.

A searing heat ebbs through your body as his digits dutifully work within you, and you can’t help but begin to drop your hips against his hand, grinding onto his fingers without restraint. Bakugou clearly appreciates that, a loud moan ripping out of his lungs at the novelty and his fingers press harder into you, colliding into that spongy spot deep inside. You sob at the intensity, pleasure wracking through you as the angle only makes it easier for him to hit that spot— again, and again, and again— until white shapes flash before your eyes and you’re clutching onto him, screaming out as ecstasy thrums through your entire being.

After a minute of your pussy fluttering around him, Bakugou’s fingers pull out of you, and you finally open your eyes to see him looking at you like you’re the hottest person on the planet. “Fuck,” he snarls, lip twitching as he lifts his hips, tugging down his black pants and briefs half-way down his thighs. His heavy cock smacks against his abdomen, looking pale and pretty in the low lighting, glistening with a bead of pre rolling down the side of his length.

You lick your lips at the sight, the desire to shove him into your mouth overcoming you. Bakugou catches your reaction, a low chuckle reverberating his chest and making you glance at him. “I wanna suck you off,” you say quietly, looking over to the passenger seat and wondering if you could do it from that position, because you certainly can’t do it from where you are now.

“Thas’kay Princess,” he mumbles, grabbing your chin and forcing your lips to meet his once again. His tongue glides over your lip slowly, his other hand smacking your ass roughly before he grabs the inside of your thigh, spreading you above him. “That can wait. Need you right now.”

His words send a different kind of shiver down your spine— the kind that was the whole reason why you’d told yourself you needed to stop fucking him in the first place. But right now, in this moment, there is no way you’re not going to fuck him. You’d already come this far, you might as well just indulge yourself in him.

So you do, and you both let out a breath of satisfaction as you rub your dripping cunt against the underside of his length. You lather him up, slickening his member in your arousal from back to front before you press your lips onto his, soft but passionate, and you welcome him inside with ease.

Bakugou’s head falls back onto the headrest as his hands lay slack on your hips. He’s reclined, but his red eyes jump between your face, your tits, and your cunt that sucks him up so greedily as you begin to bounce above him. His mouth hangs open slightly as you find your rhythm, your hands ripping up the bottom of his tank top to lay your palms on his chest and his abs, a thumb scratching through his kept and dark happy trail. “Hah— fuck, Y/NNN,” he moans, closing his eyes to succumb to the pleasure for a moment before he forces them back open, refusing to miss out on such a dreamy sight. Memorizing your body, willing himself to remember each moan and blissful expression you give, storing it away so he can burn them into his spank bank.

Once he’s had his fill of the wondrous sight, he sits up, mouth sucking in your nipple as his hands still your hips, grabbing the flesh there and wiggling to adjust himself underneath you. Ecstasy shoots through you as he takes the lead, thrusting up harshly to prod deep inside your womb, stretching you out and rubbing so deliciously against your g-spot. “Oh, god, Katsuki,” you wheeze as he just goes faster, thick and muscular thighs providing enough means to continue like this for who knows how long. Just as you begin to feel your orgasm build once again, his pace slows, and you’re about to complain before a long finger is thrust into your mouth.

Bakugou groans as your tongue coats the digit in spit, not needing instruction. “You gonna be a good girl for me, Princess?” He questions before he takes the finger out.

Your arms fold around his neck as you nod and kiss him again, drunk on his lips and his touch. He welcomes the tender moment, a hand planting on your ass and spreading you again before his wet finger meets your asshole, making you jump into him with wide eyes. “Ka—”

His lips pull you back in, silencing your hesitance as he begins to thrust his cock up into you again, pace measured and slow. The roll of his hips provides a new type of pleasure as his cock drags against your inner walls, your clit rolling on his pelvis. You quiver on top of him, hole puckering as his finger rubs around your rim. You whimper when he pushes inside, the small stretch foreign and stinging. But he doesn’t push it any further, just continues to lazily grind up inside of you, his tongue playing with yours. He only breaks away to whisper praise to you that makes your pussy shiver around him, “Good girl, you’re sucha good girl Y/N.”

Before long the digit is up to the second knuckle, and you’re a moaning mess above him. The feeling of his finger in your ass, with his cock stretching and pushing in and out of you— it has your eyes crossing in pleasure. The thin wall separating his cock and his finger continues to rub exquisitely on both sides, sending waves of fuzzy bliss coursing through your limbs.

The extra penetration seems to also be affecting Bakugou, for his thrusts begin to pick up as he starts slapping up into you with renewed ferocity. The stimulation from your pussy and your clit already have you clenching, but then he starts to push his finger in and out of your ass slowly, and you’re holding onto him for dear life, your head on his shoulder as you mewl into his neck. You can feel your orgasm approaching, and so can Bakugou, who nuzzles your face a bit before he kisses you again. Your lips dance sloppily, your body jostling as he pounds into you from below, and you begin to whimper as your cunt tightens around his cock.

“Still want me to stop?” He hisses, rough palm clapping across your ass cheek.

“Fuck no,” you pant, planting your knees on the seat beside his thighs and bucking up and down in tune with his pace.

Bakugou groans at your initiative, knuckle sliding deeper inside of you and gauging your reaction as your shudder against him in pleasure. “You like a finger in the ass, hah? Fucking slut,” he snarls as he rubs the digit inside of you, eliciting a low moan from the depths of your lungs.

You’re bouncing on his lap as best as you can, your head skimming the top of the car’s interior while you claw at his shoulders. “God, Katsuki, mphhh—” The added pressure of you sinking down as he ruts up is almost enough for you to cum, and Bakugou knows exactly how close to the finish line you are, grabbing your jaw and tugging your face to hang directly in front of his.

You brow furrows and your heartbeat hastens at the intimacy, passion crackling between the pair of you as his vermillion orbs burn into you. You don’t want to let him see such a vulnerable part of you, but he starts to slam into that spot deep inside of you mercilessly, determined to show you how good he can make you feel. Your orgasm tears through you and an overwhelming heat blasts into your body like wildfire through dry grass. A broken shriek releases from you as your eyes slam shut, limbs shaking, nails diving into his traps, and toes curling in your shoes.

Bakugou gasps as you constrict around him, moving his hands to clasp onto your hips tightly, throwing your body down to meet his as he pistons into you. Skull falling backwards limply, your tongue lolls out like a bitch in heat, his actions dragging out your mind-numbing climax delightfully long. He launches at the exposed skin of your neck, teeth sinking into your throat hard enough to leave dark bruises there, moaning shamelessly into your flesh as his thrusts become quicker, needier. “S-Shit, where should I— ‘m gonna—”

Your fingers rush to his hair, snapping his head backwards and his eyes widen in surprise, but you smother his open mouth with yours immediately, your tongue plunging into his wet cavern and claiming him as your own. Your hips hurl onto his with finality and the blonde stiffens beneath you, trembling fingers pressing into your skin. A loud groan rattles both of your bodies as his load spills into you, coating your womb in his sticky release as you continue to drop onto his searing cock slowly. When he comes down from his high he squeezes your waist gently to signal you to stop, sitting back with his jaw hung open slightly, laboured and choppy breaths making his sculpted chest rise and fall sharply.

You let him pull you into his embrace, his large biceps caging you against his chest as he tries to catch his breath. It’s peaceful laying in his arms, the post-orgasm bliss thriving and filling the entire cabin of the vehicle in a hot and sweet scent. Or maybe that was just Bakugou— you subtly sniff his skin and smile, the caramel-like aroma from his exertion wafting off of him. He’s warm, and somehow even though his muscles are rock-hard beneath you, his embrace is soft. You nuzzle into his neck as his fingers glide over your moist back, arms locked around your waist.

Neither of you say a word, two heartbeats thumping rapidly against each other as you enjoy each other’s presence. The both of you desperately cling to this moment of serenity, knowing that soon enough you’ll have to go back to normal, and this will have just been another “last time.”  

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no one asked for this but i did it anyway 🤪🤪 happy birthday blasty 💥💚🧡

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lil devil // colson baker

this is smut so 18+.

requested: no (this is inspired by this instagram post 🥵)

summary: colson surprises you with the valentine’s day gift box and decides to put one of the items to good use.

word count: 3.8k words

warnings: swear words, use of a vibrator and sexual intercourse. 

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“hey baby, are you in here?” colson shouts from the front door. the sound of him closing the door behind him and his shoe covered feet moving along the marble tiles, makes you lift your head up from the dishes that you’re currently washing in the sink. 

“in the kitchen.” you respond, keeping your gaze on the opening to the living room as your tall handsome boyfriend becomes visible. you eye him up with knitted eyebrows as he walks towards you with his hands behind his back, with a mischievous grin. 

“what have you done?” chuckling, you move away from the sink to stand in front of your boyfriend, as you try to catch a glimpse as to what he was hiding from you. 

“nothing this time, i swear,” he responds with a toothy grin, before bringing his hands in front of him and balancing a bright red and black box with lil devil written on it, in his large hand. “i’ve got you a little present.” 

you grab the kitchen towel that was sitting on the black marble counter, and quickly dry your hands off. he pushes it into your hands and watches your face cautiously as you chuckle, before placing the box on the counter next to him.

“what the hell have you bought me this time?” you giggle, moving towards the box, before opening it up slowly with your lip tucked between your teeth in anticipation. chuckles fall past your lips as you read ‘a gift from the young blonde don’ in black writing sitting on the lid of the box, before peeping inside. 

“you’ll like it, i promise.” he smirks and drops his right eye into a wink, as he walks to stand behind you, and loops his arms around your waist and rests his chin on top of your head, looking inside the box as well.

firstly, you pull out a large hoodie that has colson’s face on it, but it’s been designed to make him look like a devil with devil horns with yellow flames spilling from the top of them. looking up to catch his eye, you give him a genuine smile, as he knows you adore wearing his merch, especially when they’re in his size as they’re extra warm and cosy. 

“thank you, it looks amazing i can’t wait to put it on.” you turn around in his grip, and press a kiss to his pink lips, humming in appreciation and satisfaction. he pulls away with a smile, before smirking down at you and moving his lips to your ear. 

“there’s another gift in there, love.” he whispers seductively, as he presses his lips to the side of your neck for a moment. 

releasing a breath through your nostrils at the feeling of his lips on your neck, you cross your eyebrows together again in confusion before turning around so you’re facing the box again and peering in. 

inside the box is another red box covered in plastic, with hotel diablo written in black across the top of the box and the same lil devil logo as the box in the middle. picking it up, you study the small red box before pulling the plastic off it and placing the now ripped plastic on the counter next to you. 

colson can’t remove the smirk off his lips, as he watches your every move from behind you. he moves his head so it’s resting on your shoulder and you turn your head to look at him briefly with a smile, before continuing to open up the red box. 

“read the bottom.” he mumbles, small chuckles falling from his lips and he moves on hand to turn the box that’s in your hand upwards, so you can read it. 

your cheeks flush bright red and you release a small gasp once you register what you’re holding, after reading ‘cum on, open me’ written on the bottom of the box. colson releases a loud laugh and his eyes crinkle at your reaction. 

“i can’t believe you,” you chuckle, opening up the box and pulling out the bright red vibrator that has the same lil devil logo but in black on the bottom. “is it just me getting this gift or your fans too?” smirking, you turn around in his embrace, placing the vibrator back into the box in the process, and loop your arms around his neck, pulling him close to you. 

“made some for the fans as a valentine’s day gift bundle, but you get extra gifts, love.” he smirks, wiggling his eyebrows before diverting his gaze to his pants and back up to your eyes, giving you a knowing look. “it has five settings, we can test all five.” he winks, and you can’t help but send the man a chuckle.

“mmm, can’t wait.” you tug your arms towards you, making colson move his head down as you press your lips together with a smile. “anyone home right now?” 

“i don’t think so,” he mummers against your lips, connecting them together again before pulling away a millimetre. “why, what do you have in mind, princess?” 

“well, we have to test out my new gift, don’t we?” you whisper lustfully against his lip, before moving your lips down to his exposed neck, planting kisses all over the base of his neck before finding his sweet spot. 

“shit,” he whimpers at the feeling of you sucking at his sweet spot, releasing a harsh sigh through his nostrils. he reaches behind you to grab the red vibrator and places it securely in his black denim jacket pocket, before bringing his hands up to your face, stilling your movements on his now hickey covered neck. 

he looks down at you with dilated pupils, as he tugs at his bottom lip. you mimic his actions, pulling your lip between your bottom lip in anticipation, before he smashes his lips back onto your hungrily. his arms roam your body, which is covered in his light blue hoodie, and soft whines fall past your lips as he gives your bum a gentle squeeze. 

“to my room, now. we can’t get caught fucking each other in the kitchen, can we?” he mutters against your lips, pulling away with a grin before placing his lips back onto yours for a quick kiss. 

“i mean, it’s not a bad idea. it’s not like they haven’t caught us before.” you say, winking in his direction before unlooping your hands from around his neck and slipping out of his embrace and grabbing his large hand in yours, pulling him into the direction of the stairs. 

whilst climbing the stairs, colson can’t help but give your bum a squeeze as you walk in front of him, earning a gasp from you before you stop and turn to look at him with a stern but playful look. 

“sorry love, couldn’t help myself.” he sticks his tongue out teasingly, before nodding his head in the direction of his bedroom door, encouraging you to turn back around and carry on the short walk to his room. 

opening his door, you walk in but you’re pulled back into colson’s chest. he turns you around, and pushes you against the now closed door and connects his lips onto yours straight away, not wasting a single moment. the sudden impact of the wooden door against your back makes you whine, but it’s muffled by colson’s lips on yours. 

looping your arms around his neck again and pulling him even closer, you feel his tongue rub against your bottom lip, in which you happily part your lips and let your tongues rub together for a few moments, whilst colson’s hand continue to roam your body, giving you squeezes on your hips, bum and waist, whilst his other rests above your head so he can get closer to you. 

“jump.” he breaks the kiss for a moment, as his hands move to your thighs, and he lifts you up with ease, as you jump slightly. wrapping your legs tightly around his waist, you hum against his lips at the sudden contact of his rough jeans against your cotton shorts and you move your hands to his hair. you run your fingers through his hair, and tug on it as his tongue slips back into your mouth, battling for dominance.

he moves himself, holding your body tightly to him so you don’t fall, and strides towards the large bed. when he reaches the foot of the bed, he leans forward and lets your body fall gently onto the memory foam mattress. leaning behind him, he unhooks your legs from around his waist and sits up so he can remove his black denim jacket, removing the red vibrator from his pocket and chucking it onto the bed next to you in the process. he throws the jacket on the floor behind you and removes his tshirt, flinging it to join the jacket. 

you look up at him through your lashes, as he hovers above you again and moves his lips with yours. you hook your arms around his neck again, bringing him closer to you and raising your short covered hips up to his rough black jeans to release some pent up lust from between your legs. groaning at the feeling of your hips moving against his, colson rests one hand above your head to hold his weight so he doesn’t crush you, before moving his other to reach for the hem of his hoodie that is covering your body. 

he tugs the blue material up, and lifts himself and you up in the process, pulling the hoodie over your head and throwing it behind him. bringing his lip between his white teeth, colson can’t help but release a whine at the sight of your braless chest, and he pushes you down by your shoulders so you’re laying on the soft mattress again. 

swirling his tongue over your right nipple, he pinches your left with his thumb and pointer finger, which emits a throaty groan from you. your back arches off the bed, as he sucks your right nipple, before moving his mouth to the left nipple, leaving wet kisses in his trial, and repeating his actions. 

“god, baby.” you release a breathy moan, whilst bringing your hand to knit through his hair and pull on his roots, as he bites down gently on your nipple and you grip the sheets under you with your other hand.

he trials his lips back up to your mouth, leaving open kisses in his track, and connects your lips together for a hungry kiss. leaning back up onto his knees, he circles the waistbands of your shorts before looking you in the eyes. 

“can i?” he asks, watching your face at all times. a soft smile is plastered on his face when you nod your head frantically, before mumbling a soft yes as you raise your hips to help him remove your shorts. “someone’s a little eager today.” he winks and pulls your shorts down your legs, skimming your thighs, knees and shins as he discards the black material. 

“can’t help it when i have a hottie above me.” you grin, sticking your tongue out teasingly before moving your gaze down to watch him as he brings his lips to your thighs, pressing open kisses and sucking into your soft skin, littering deep red and purple marks all over them.

“fuck,” you whimper, throwing your head back into the mattress and tangling your hands in his blonde locks, as he continues to move his lips across your right thigh, before moving to your left, skipping past your clothed core. “baby, please, stop taking your time.”

quiet chuckles leave the blondes lips, as he hovers his head above your clothed core and he leans down and presses a soft kiss to your pubic bone before further dipping his head to connect his lips to your clit, that’s covered by your knickers. 

“patience, princess. i’m getting there don’t worry.” he smirks, before reaching his hand up to grab the red vibrator that’s sitting next to you. with his freehand, colson wraps his arm around one of your thighs, parting your legs wide open before turning on the vibrator. the soft hum of the device makes you lift your head up and bite your lip in excitement, as he softly drags the vibrator across your thighs, as he lifts his gaze to watch your reaction. 

your head is tipped back, eyes shut and your breathing is heavy and jagged as he glides the vibrator closer to your clothed core. soft whines push through your lips, as he finally presses the tip of the red vibrator to your clit, and your hands move to grab the bed sheets, gripping tightly as the device vibrates against your clit. 

“fuck that feels so good.” you moan, parting your lips as soft whines fall through them and your eyebrows cross in pleasure. 

colson continues to hold the bullet onto your clit, applying pressure every now and then and loving the way your back raises off the mattress and your thighs are begging to close at the reaction. he smirks up at you, even though your not looking at him, as he lifts the vibrator off your clit, and your head whips up to look at him in confusion when you can no longer feel the vibrations against you. 

you watch him through heavy pants, as you lift yourself onto your elbows studying his every move. he stands up from the bed, and unbuckles his belt before sliding and kicking the black denim off, and your gaze moves to eye up the evident tent in his boxers. hovering back over you, he plants a quick kiss to your lips before moving down towards your clothed core again, toying with the waistband of your knickers.

“may i?” he asks, moving his fingers to dip into your knickers slightly before removing them and resting them on the waistband. 

“yes, please baby.” you whimper desperately, begging to feel the vibrations of the tiny vibrator against your unclothed core. with your words, colson tugs the material off your legs and doesn’t waste a second as he hovers over your core again. 

with his thumb and pointer finger, he spreads your lips open, studying your wetness from the teasing and the red bullet, before licking a stripe through your core. your hands automatically tangle in his hair at the motion, and quiet whines escape your lips and he pulls away for a moment and reaches for the vibrator again. without turning it on, he glides the tip of the bullet through your wetness, before circling it around your clit. 

“cols, holy shit.” your grip on his hair tightens, as he turns the vibrator on again and the vibrations from it flutter over your clit. you can’t help but raise your hips at the feeling, and loud moans fall past your mouth as he continues to circle the buzzing device around your clit, collecting your moisture whilst doing so. “fuck, don’t stop, feels so good.” 

colson looks at you through dilated pupils, whilst grinding his own hips slowly into the mattress to help build friction, as his rock hard cock is begging to be released from his tight boxers. but this is about pleasuring you, and colson can’t help but feel proud as he watches your wetness fall from your hole from the device that he has designed, and he dips the bullet from your clit to your entrance. 

“doing so well for me love,” he mumbles from between your thighs, before entering the bullet into your entrance for a moment and hissing slightly as you harshly grip his hair from his slow movements. planting open mouthed kisses to the inside of your thighs, colson sucks into the skin before circling his tongue over the fresh marks that are littered across your thighs. “fuck baby, you look so hot right now.”

“i’m so close, colson.” you groan, as your chest heaves and your eyes are screwed shut with pleasure. you freely let loud moans splutter past your lips, as you feel the knot in your stomach build up quickly, and your toes curl tightly. who knew that this tiny red vibrator would make you feel this good. “shit i’m gonna cum, don’t stop baby.”

suddenly, colson pulls the vibrator away from your core and your eyes fly open. looking down at him again, you scowl as he smirks before winking, as he raises onto his feet to quickly tug his tight boxers down his legs, releasing his rock hard dick. he tugs on his shaft briefly, knitting his eyebrows together at the feeling of finally getting some stimulation, before looking down with a smile at you as you huff. 

“i was so close then, you’re so mean.” you wail, knitting your eyebrows together in frustration, whilst your pussy clenches at the feeling of your clit having aftershocks from the vibrations. 

“i want to be the one to make you cum, not that.” he says, leaning over to the bedside table to grab a condom. once reaching the foil, he hovers over you and opens it with his teeth, the action making you whimper, causing colson to grin and shake his head teasingly. after rolling the condom onto his cock, colson sighs through his nose at the feeling and runs his tip through your wetness and circles your clit. humming at the feeling, you grip his shoulders and pull him close to you so you can press a kiss to his soft lips. 

colson plants a warm kiss to your lips, as he rests one hand above your hand and guides his tip through your entrance with the other. you sigh through your nose in satisfaction and both of you whimper in unison, as he continues to push his cock through your hole and bottom out, his pelvic bone resting against your clit. 

after a few moments of colson pressing his lips against yours, he pulls his hips backwards slowly, before thrusting them forward, keeping a slow pace at first. the feeling makes you moan softly against his lips, and you move one hand to hold his forearm that’s resting above your head. continuing his thrusts, colson screws his eyes closed at the feeling of your warm walls wrapped around his cock, as his stuttered breath falls past his lips and fans on your face.

“fuck, i love you.” he leans down to connect your lips together, before diving his tongue between your lips and quickening his hips. moving your tongue with his, your moans are muffled by his mouth as his hips snap quickly against yours, and you can feel the knot in your stomach from before start to build up again. 

“i love you more.” holding tightly onto his shoulders, you disconnect your lips from his and chuck your head back as your eyes close shut in pleasure. loud moans escape your lips, as you pierce his skin on his back, and colson takes this opportunity to attack your neck with kisses, as he releases soft groans at the feeling of you clenching around his cock, signalling that you're close to cumming for him. 

colson releases his hand from your waist and reaches for the red vibrator, and turns it on with his one hand. he brings it to your clit again, and you can’t help but whine out at the sudden feeling of soft vibrations against your clit. 

“fuck, you feel amazing baby.” you cry, as he continues to rock his hips at a quicker speed into you, and both of your skin slaps together. “god, i’m so close don’t stop.” 

“that’s it princess, you’re doing so well for me.” he mutters against your neck, whilst carrying on circling your clit with the red bullet and snapping his hips against yours. “fuck, i’m not gonna last long, cum for me.” 

colson’s dirty words, the humming of the small red vibrator, skin slapping together and your wetness was all you both could hear in colson’s bedroom, as he continued to fuck your pussy at a fast pace. 

“fuck colson, i’m cumming.” your legs begin shake and your chest heaves as the knot finally snaps in your stomach and you clench harshly around colson’s cock. loud moans release from you, as he remains rocking his hips in and out of you and dragging the red vibrator across your clit, helping you ride out your high. 

“god baby, you feel so good wrapped around my cock, shit.” colson groans from your neck, as he throws the vibrator next to him and leans on his arms to stop him from crushing you. he continues to fuck you, as his own high is building up and you know he’s about to cum because his hips start to stutter. “fuck, not gonna last long princess.” 

“cum for me, cols.” you moan, tangling your hands in his hair as you start to feel slightly overstimulated from the vibrator and colson’s cock moving inside of you. 

“shit, fuck yes.” he releases a throaty groan. this was all it took for colson’s hips to come to a halt, burying deep inside your pussy as his cock twitches, spilling his warm cum into the condom. he collapses on top of you, resting his sweaty forehead onto your shoulder as loud pants fall from both of you. 

you wrap your arms around his shoulders, whilst your chest heaves as you try to get your breathing back to normal. you press soft kisses into his damp hair, and drag your fingers across his scratched shoulders from your nails. 

after a few moments of only hearing heavy breathing coming from the both of you, colson leans up and presses his lips softly to yours before lifting himself up with his arms. he pulls his hips back, releasing his cock from inside of you, which you whimper at the feeling whilst clenching and unclenching around nothing, before he rolls the condom off his length and discarding it in the bin. 

colson tugs his boxers back up his legs, before tossing you some knickers too, before he moves to sit up against the headboard of the bed and he makes grabby hands in your direction. smiling, you crawl up the bed, once covering your core with your knickers again, and he pulls you so you’re lying comfortably on him. you wrap your arms around his waist and plant kisses to his tattooed chest. 

“that was amazing.” he mumbles, reaching down to grab the throw blanket from his bed, so he can cover your body with it. once reaching it, he drapes the soft material over your body, and tugs you closer to him. 

“yeah it was,” you stifle a yawn, wrapping your arms tighter around him as you look up at him with tired eyes. you grin and lean up to press your lips with his and pull away briefly. “we’re definitely using the lil devil again.”

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Summery- 2.1k. Colin x Y/N. A fun night out brings up some questions. So this was written for @official-and-unstable-satan​ gif challenge. If you wanna participate, head on over and join in, more then happy to nominate you if you desire. I did break the rules a bit with that opening gif, but it does appear before the final gif. Im not much of one to follow the rules, sorry peeps. I roll my own way. 

You and Colin had a easy relationship. It was never really all that serious, you two never even made it “official”. The two just melded one day into this more then best friends with benefits, you were his unofficial girlfriend, a term you thought yourself to be. You unfortunately would freeze up at the idea of official girlfriend, i mean... thats to serious, isnt it?

 He looked out for you, and you looked out for him. Long days at work, he would surprise you with your favorite take out spread on the coffee table, and then you would sit between his legs, his arms wrapped around you while you both played the newest video game. He would make it out like you totally kicked his ass, stealing kisses and nibbles when he wanted to distract you and usually before the night was done, the video controllers were forgotten for a quickie on the couch, often times the video games music was your new sexy time theme song. 

Then other times, he would drag you out of the apartment. His grin boyish as he insisted you change from your work outfit, unbuttoning your blouse and running a hand over the lacy cups of your bra. “Fuck I love this number on you, when we come back, I should peel you right out of this with my teeth.” Your breath hitched, you would like that very much. Placing a kiss to your lips, he smirked “but not right now. I have something else in mind. Something sporty lil minx.” 

“Where are we going?” You question, digging through your closet. “Im not sure of how to dress!”

“Anything babe! Comfy clothes!” He went into the closet you currently were a bit lost in, and reached over you to grab your sweat pants and a tshirt. You look at them with an arched brow and snort while taking them. “You high classing me up Stud?” 

He winked as he pulled on his old beat up grey zip up. “You know it sexy, aint no one got nothing on you.” 

Laughing, the two of you stumble out the door and his arm wrapped around you your waist, holding you in against his side, you followed him along, chatting a bit about your day since he wasnt spilling what the two of you were doing.

But soon enough you two came up to the local gymnasium and he dug out a key from his pocket, unlocking the doors and slipping in. As the two of you walked in, a few lights sprung on and you wiggled out of his hold and sprang forward to do a cartwheel, landing half hazardly back on your feet. “Ta-Da!” giggling as you reach up to pull your hair back into a ponytail, snapping the band you kept around your wrist around. Colin grabbed a nearby basketball and lazily dribbled it as he sauntered towards you across the court. “How did you get the key to this place?”

“I know a guy who knows a guy, who needed a gig played this weekend. Figured we needed a night out baby, and what better then playing Horse?” Another dribble and you put your hands to your hips watching him, you were always down for the thrill of the challenge. Competitive little minx that you are. And he was right, you two had been holed up in the apartment for a tad to long. 

“Well lets make it interesting Colin.” you state, holding your hands out for the ball. “Every missed shot, we get to pick something to loose.” He cocked a brow and raked his eyes over you. “Game on babygirl.“ He tossed you the ball ,and smirked, watching as you picked your spot. Off to the left side of the court, along the edge, you dribble a few times and then with a small jump, flick of your wrist, you sent the ball flying, and hell you made this shot a hundred times growing up. That ball gave a sweet sweet swish snap, and Colin rolled his eyes. “easy, I got this.” Jogging for the ball, he swooped it up and zig zagging over to you, showing off, you step from where you stood while he went to make his shot. 

“Its harder then it looks” you claim, and he winks. 

“Im winning this baby, your gonna look awful good running around all bare ass naked in here while I claim my trophey.” And sure enough he to made the shot. 

“Oh you think your gonna get that far? Whats your trophey?” 

“Why your panties of course.”

Oh fuck, game on boy, you thought and grabbing the ball, you chose your next spot, further away, towards the middle of the court. When you went to make your shot, he snapped your ass with his palm, making you squeek and shoot it way off, not even hitting the back board. “COLIN!” His laughter echoing as he tugged on your shirt. “Off it comes!” 

“That was cheating you bastard” you stick your tongue out as you jerk it over your head and toss it over his shoulder. He grasped your chin and drew your teasing tongue into his mouth, wrangling a moan from you before releasing you.

"Fighting dirty is encouraged babygirl, I thought you knew that" you narrowed your eyes at him as he jogged for the ball, the bouncing echoing while he assessed where he wanted to shoot from. Once he picked, you sauntered in front of him, leaving enough space so he could shoot, but you knew what could distract him. Since they distracted him 20 times a day without even trying. His hand was always snaking up your shirt to play with your breasts. 

Just as he was about to shoot, your hands shot up and giving a luscious lip parting, moan, plumping the swells together, his eyes immediately fell from the hoop to where they were spilling over the top, and sure enough his shot went WAY WAY off the mark. A drop of your hands and the wiggle of the brows, you snicker. 

“Loose the shirt hot stuff!” You tug on his hoodie, and pull down the zipper for him, leaning up to catch his lips in a kiss, fully meant to draw his focus from the game. Tiny nips, flick of the tongue trailing over his full bottom lip and then pulling away before he can get the satisfaction of tasting your kiss. A frustrated groan fell from his chest, and he shrugged off the shirt. 

The back and forth was fierce. Colin got the satisfaction of getting the next few shots, and much to your disdain at this, you shed off your belt, pants and one sock. He did let you keep on one sock, how sweet of him. While you were following along behind him, hooking your hand into his belt loops and tugging on him from behind as he takes a random jumping shot, falling back into you. 

“Ha, you missed baby, Pants, they are finally mine!” 

He doesnt even hesitate to unzip them and tug them off, a smirk playing off his mouth. 

So his next statement threw you off axis, put a pause to your laughter, tilted your whole world off kilter. You dont know why it would scare you so much. 

“My girlfriend is free to take my pants off whenever she pleases.” With a toss he shot them in the pile of clothing you accumulated. 

But you couldnt see that, he called you his girlfriend, girlfriend. You werent anything, never have been. 

“What? Im not your girlfriend.”

He just looked at you a bit weird and picked up the ball. “Of course you are Y/N, we practically live together now, Im just waiting for my lease to end on my apartment.” 

“Oh no buddy.” Your hands go to your hips with a shake of the head “We never said we were anything.” Pointing between the two of you, good mood gone as his face turned serious listening to you. 

“Then what has this all been? You cant tell me nothing Y/N, its been like a year” You already had turned on your heels. You werent running away, no, not at all. You werent terrified that he might have cared about you more then in a friendly way, although you both know thats the biggest mother fucking lie you told yourself in that moment when he was saying your name, trying to get an answer. 

Your gathering your clothes when he grasps your arm. “Will you just stop for a moment Y/N and talk to me?” 

“I cant, I got to work tomorrow.” You lamely make an excuse, fuck work. 

“You know, I knew I god damn knew you would pull this shit Y/N the minute I said it was anything. You know why? Your so damned scared of actually wanting something, you wont say it. Think its gonna blow all up in your face, amiright?” His words running together as you wrench your arm out and you glare at him. 

“Im not the one who just assumed anything asshole.” Your temper flaring to hide anything other then what you really want to say. And you leave Colin standing there in shock, in the middle of the gymnasium, the lights glaring over him and you resolve not to look back as you slam out the door, but you hear him, a string of cusses following you outside in his anger and your name, your name calling you back, to not run away. But run away you did. 

He didnt come back that night, not to your apartment, you heard the slamming of his door across the hallway and you curled up in bed feeling completely miserable about what had happened, how you reacted and maybe he was right, you had some kind of commitment issue after years of self esteem issues. Ones he always talked you through. 

“Babes your so damn smart, what would I do without you?!” Helping him put together a lyric for his music, the words would just come to you. 

“Come on, its not that bad, let me read.” Sneaking a peek over your shoulder at a short writing piece you were indulging yourself in. 

“Kicking ass and taking names” High fiving you after a particularly difficult boss in the video game. 

“Baby you eat today? How about a grilled cheese?” on those days you just couldnt get your shit together and remember to feed yourself. A water bottle being tossed at you. 

“God damn your so beautiful” Early morning wake ups, his arm locking you in close, and not allowing you to leave him for a few moments. A kiss to your shoulder and light nibble to your neck before you really had to start the day. 

It hurt he wasnt there now, the bed felt hollowed and you buried your face in the pillow. Why did you do this to yourself? He tried to text a few times, but you bypassed them, not having an answer for him. He would want one, Curtis didnt just let things go. ‘what are you never going to talk to me again?’ was his last one. Then the phone went silent.  

 The night turned into days, and it turned into the longest three damn days you could recall. Then the third night as you were nursing a beer, secretly listening for the door across the hall, there was a knock, a soft rapt that made you spring up out of your seat. Setting the bottle aside, you unlocked your door and peered out. Opening the door wider, there was Colin, not in his usual band tees, and jeans, or that stupid zip up you missed, no he was dressed up, tie and everything. 

“Hi Y/n” he smiled, fidgeting a bit, he seemed so out of his norm. You shyly look down, picking at your rather unfancy attire. 

“Hi Colin, you look good” 

“Do I? I wouldnt know” He teased and reached out to lift your face with a tilt of his fingers under your chin. “But theres an important woman whom deserves it.” Your brows come together, clearly unsure of what he meant. “Y/N, I didnt mean to scare you off, I should have done this right, not just assume you wanted the same thing I did. Im hoping you do, but if you dont... then I will respect that. Will you date me, be my girlfriend?” 

Seeing him now, those uncalled for fears still lingered, but you wanted this. You wanted him, and the past few days showed just how much he actually meant to you, maybe you both were taking each other for granted. 

“Yes Colin, I cant believe you still want to after I was such an asshole” 

“Nah, you werent an asshole.” He stepped in closer, and kissed your forehead. “Okay, maybe a teeny bit, but I was a big dick for not talk to you about it, so that makes us pretty even right?” 

You laugh listening to him and tug on his tie, dragging him into the apartment. Fuck you missed this. 

@what-is-your-plan-today​ im just gonna tag you in everything till your like “STOP” lmao

Southside Poison Fangs Fogarty Ft. Sweet pea

Warnings: Choking,Penetration,being manhandled, hickies, body parts exposed,lil daddy kink,dirty talk,sexual positions,sexual advancement, taking advanange of

Words:2.8k

18 and up to read! my cupcake deserves a whole episode to himself

Standing, feet firmly planted on the ground. Y/n look up at the sky. Y/n notices the sky was filling up with the overwhelming darkness decorated with little lights. The stars were appearing and the half crescent sparkle in the distance. It was show time for her. Time to take the stage of a plan that was brilliant not to follow.

Y/n was strutting down the empty ally of the enemy lines of the southside. Y/n stealthy got to the barb wire gate. She squinted her eyes scanning to see if she could break the chains that were hindering her from her destination. Then y/n guided her hands to her long hair and dipped her fingers through her hair. Trying to find a Bobby pin.

“Dang it I forgot it” y/n huffed out a breath and stomped her right foot making a boom noise. Y/n glanced again when she did there was a little opening of the fence. Y/n smirked and her eyebrow arched up then went toward the small hole and slipped her frame through it.

Continued walking into the dark Southside.

“Finally made it” y/n said while starring at the old rusted barn that held all the potions of the night to have a drunk high the next morning. The blue light shines through the window roar for her to come inside the club. When she started strutting toward the old bar of the serpents. A Man that admired Hercules workouts with tight blue Jean pants and then a red flannel covering his beefy body but no clothing underneath only abs peeking through his clothing. He stormed up to yourself, eyes were dark as the devils blood he circled himself around you while four other guys appeared from the shadows.

“Look what we have here a northsider”

He said stopping behind yourself. Y/n could feel the attention in the air. Even the smirk that was on his face. Y/n knew this was the Southside and she loved being over here with all the mysterious dark gangs that tried to take over their territory but y/n was not a woman like that.

“Hello i know I’m on the wrong side of town but I’m no threat”

Y/n said while pivoting toward the boy that had dark brown hair and dark brown squinted eyes. The man was staring at y/n furrowing his eyebrows as to wonder what she want with the Southside. A glint in his eye and then he started to strut toward you towering over you. He placed his bottom lip in between his teeth and bit slightly. Y/n rolled her eyes at the aroused boy. Y/n knew what he wanted and it was the person standing in front of him. Which is you.

“Oooo Pom poms a river vixen and cute to”

The caramel skinned guy capturing your black mini skirt from the vixens. She wanted to blend in with the Southside but that cover was sadly blown. I guess her preppyness gave it away.he twisted in his slender index finger and he scanned your curvy built. He was slightly fantasizing about your frame in his head. What he could do to you was dangerous but it will be fun for both of you.

But y/n backed away from the serpents hold and then stood there with a wide mouth and unbelievable on her face. The serpent leader and his henchmen exchanged smirks between each other loved watching there leader tease your northside self. Y/n screamed in protest.

“Hey stop fangs don’t touch my skirt”

“Hey she knows my name guys”

Fangs captured your hand in his forcefully backing you up towards the barn door on the other side of the bar. This side was worn out, there was not a soul here only thing was there was a bunch of evergreen trees and grass. With the air whispering and just the southside serpents bullying you.

“Alright sweetheart what do you want on this side of town northsiders are not welcomed “ fangs threaten yourself wanting an answer quick.y/n hit the barnyard door and she let out a wince Y/n panicked sweat dripping from her forehead. Fangs closing the gap between you and him. He was inches away from your face scanning up your soft legs to your curvy torso and then trailing up to meet your soft orbs.

“Well definitely not you slithering”

Y/n snapped at him.. As y/n shifted her weight toward her other leg and crossing her arms over her black leather jacket covered breasts. Trying to hide her harden nipples from him. the peeps he gave your way . Her body swooned with every regard fangs give her. The way he is so bad made her body drip and ooze but she wanted to go get her alcohol so she definitely had to suck up her feelings so she can drown them in the liquid she desires.

“Well your in serpent territory like I said what do you want with the south side river trash” fangs spitting out venom placing both of his hands on both sides of you so he can make you vulnerable. He looks at yourself with his eyes resting on all of your face. The evil he portrayed was kicking your innocent. Y/n began to say

“You know what i don’t have to tell you nothing I'm just gonna be going now” y/n said has she bent down out of his little hold. Then stood up and started sprinting toward the front of the bar. She was almost there by the doors to go in but y/n heard fangs boom of his voice.

“Get her now”

Then y/n heard heavy footsteps on her way.y/n high in the air her feet couldn’t touch the ground. Y/n jolted her body trying to break from the arms of the two serpent henchmen that captured her but it was no use there hold had your fragile body and y/n didn’t want to break anything so she let them have there way.

Both men dragged yourself back to fangs position there with his arms across his chest.  

“Put me down now “

fangs rolled his eyes playing with a tree bark he found and then investigate it while spitting back

“You here the lady put her down”

They threw you on the ground. Y/n winced at the pain the dirt ground brought her and she contemplated right up at fangs with a dark expression.

Then fangs strutted toward you bending down right in front of yourself looking at your helpless body. him taking the tree limb and running it velvety on your love handles He smirked while began to say.

“A feisty one and a runner I love them like that hun”

Y/n pants from her tiredness and tries to stand up but finds herself right back on the floor with a cringe. Fangs grabbed her foot covered by black leather boots and tripped her. He loved seeing her struggle. It was like a game of cat and mouse. You were his prey.

“Okay okay hear me out, I’m not here for the bulldogs only for a hard drink of your Southside whiskey that’s it”

“She’s lying I heard her talking with her boyfriend Reggie”

One of the gang members with dark raven sloppy hair and golden eyes accused her of the little plan from the northside bulldogs for her to accomplish. Y/n stormed over toward the guy then placed her index finger on his chest pointing vigorously at him.

“First of all he’s not my boyfriend and second shut up sweet pea”

Then the guy named sweet pea pushed yourself making yourself fall back and sweet pea squinted at fangs.then yourself loop around towards fangs as he came back to you and then began to say.

“Honey rule number one of lying don’t make it so obvious”

“Serpents she’s a plant from the bulldogs and you know what we do with northside girls”

Fangs boomed as he took yourself in his. He apprehend your torso and placed yourself on his shoulder. Then started walking to the empty trailer park. while throwing the tree branch. Y/n breathing quickened as to what fangs had in store for her. She couldn’t believe Reggie wanted to know so bad what the southside did. Now she was betting on with her life. Fangs he was sexy but ruthless.

“Please I’m sorry they put me up to it I’m innocent in this I swear please no”

“Oh don’t worry your gonna be in good hands for a while now”

Fangs saying with every step he takes to the empty trailer. Y/n mentally slapped herself at the failed attempt of accomplishing this situation that the bulldogs brought.then y/n began to threaten fangs.

“You know what you snakes are just dogs to with your fake bad boy demeanor your just so fake

Fangs makes it into the empty trailer and drops you to the floor of the trailer while locking the door right behind him then he conquers your body forcefully and deposite you on the wall of the home he owned and squeezing your neck slightly and then said sternly

“Now look, I don’t like how you northsiders think you're so better than us. With your fake preppyness and always having your way”

“But you, river vixen, needs a lesson to be taught to”

Fangs hand leaves your throat as you cough a breath. He held your hands above your head. Y/n squirmed trying to force herself out his grasp. Fangs got closer to your face. You could feel his scorching breath brush against your lips.

“Mhmmm love when they struggle” fangs still having his hands in yours and taking your arms twirling you around your back is to his beefy chest. Fangs forcing your hands behind your back and you turn around away from him. Y/n panting

“Mhmmm if you weren’t sexy I would’ve kicked your but already” fangs smiled at the smart remark you performed and then he started to place small kisses on your neck .fangs deepening the kisses making them linger. Then he twirled yourself back around and switch to the left side of your neck pecking. Then he stopped on your shoulder French kissing and sucking at the skin. Your skin started to break from his sucking and flare up with blue and purple wombs.

Once he was done marking yourself he licked his masterpieces and trailed down to your chest. Fangs lifted your body off the ground. Hanging your frame like a painting. While on the wall he ripped your white tank top off exposing your red lingerie. He kissed in the bridge of your breasts and then he trailed kisses on the right side of your boob. He started to lick the naval of your boob. Fangs placing his strong slender finger on the nipple squeezing it making you wince out right in front of him.

Then he placed your thick legs on the sides of his shoulder and placed gentle kisses on your clit. Your core ached for fangs. Dripping through your panties from his licking he brought to you. Y/n through her head back in euphoria taking all of the pleasure that he did on her. Y/n moaned and was moving up and down the wall at fangs being forceful making his tongue draw figure 8s of her covered core. Y/n found her painted fingers in the boys raven hair and she loved the hold fangs had on her thighs. He removed his mouth from her heat and placed velvety kisses on her inner thighs.

Y/n smirked looking at his movement.y/n wanted fangs in her so badly. She wanted his weight to crush her while he had his way with her. Fangs dropped her down to the floor. As y/n caught herself just in time. Y/n quiver from her legs shaking beneath her from his pleasure.

Fangs started to take his flannel off throwing it and the clothing landed on his worn out tv. Then he undid his pants and they pooled to the floor along with his underwear. Y/n got loss in his beefy abs.

“I love that look in your eyes”

Fangs hiked over towards her. Placing sloppy kisses on her lips. Him pushing yourself toward the bedroom. Y/n met with the bed her back plopped on the bed along while fangs climbed on top. He started kissing slipping his tongue in your mouth His tongue battling with yours. His dominance took over and him winning in the process. He placed his hands on your red lingerie pantie. Slowly bringing the underwear down your legs as you were exposed to him.

Fangs lined his pre cum soaked head at y/ns entrance. He plunged in yourself and started moving in and out. Fangs was enormous growing inside her when he went back out. Y/n groaned loudly at fangs stabbing her. Her moans danced around the room as she felt the sharp pain of his panther like thrust. Fangs changing direction and curving inside her. He stayed inside her and repeatedly did short strokes. Y/n felt her walls tickle with his movement. Y/ns core clenched around him.

Fangs felt her warmth and started to move slowly in and out. Fangs moaned from the pressure you placed on his head. Then fangs took himself out of you. Y/n whines from the miss feeling of him. But he started to turn yourself around and then fangs lined up at your entrance from the back of yourself and then entered with one swift motion. Him stabbing at yourself. Fangs was on top of your back drilling into yourself. Y/n melted against him as he towered over yourself. Y/n leaned her head back moaning.

fangs whispered in your ear

“i love that i’m making you mine darling”  Then her mouth fell agape. Y/n getting loose in his lust. Her eyes rolling to the back of her head as her orbs shut right behind them. Y/n loved the feeling fangs brought her.

Then he turned yourself right back around while he was still in yourself. Fangs changing his direction and teasing the cervix. Y/n could feel him throb in her as he began to interject inside. Y/n grabbed fangs back for resistance. Y/n getting lose in his thrusts. Fangs moaning feeling the room while she moaned from his jabs.

“uh uh uh yes”

Y/n grieve out she could feel fangs sweat drip on her body. Y/n was panting at the fast pace pokes he carried. Y/n leaned her face inside his shoulder as fangs rides her out. Y/n feeling him pierce more and more in her made her frame go into a frenzy.

Y/n could feel her high coming all at once. Y/n endured a few more rough digs as fangs kissed her neck. Y/n felt fangs slow down but his structure gotten sloppier as he started to feel his high come. He grabbed her throat restriction her inhale. Y/n whispering her moans as fangs did one more thrust and stayed in her cervix. He felt his high lace his body and then he split all of his white substance inside her. While booming a “fuck”

Then y/n felt fangs warm cum inside her. She followed right up to him. Shutting her eyes feeling her orgasm rule over her body. Fangs pushed a little harder on her neck which made her orbs shot open.

Fangs roar

“Look at me while you release. I deserve to see how you look northsider”

Y/n starred at fangs her eyes going gloomy as her orgasm spilled on his manhood. Y/n moaned from her high. Y/n couldn’t stop squirting it felt like eternity. She came down from it. Her legs shaking in the process and her body was at a stand still. Going limp. Fangs got off her and y/n stared at the glow fangs had.

Then he smiled at yourself and then he grabbed something from the desk and y/n looked at what was in his hand. It was a glass of his liquor from the bar she wanted to go to. He had a whole bottle and he wanted to share it with yourself.

“You earned it” fangs said while waving the drink in front of your face y/n grabbed the dark liquor from him

“Shut up fogarty”

then y/n mashing the glasses together the glasses making a clink sound then y/n sipped the liquid and laughed at how good it tasted and how much fun fangs was to her even if she did break the rules.

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Hey Mr. D.J. Play My Song, Please!!!!

Introvert? Extrovert? Nerd? Weirdo? I’ve been all of these. I’m also rather loud and boisterous. Except for four people in my life, I have never really felt like I was on the inside, even within my own family. Once I became a stay-at-home mother, my desire for connection...or distraction, depending on how you look at it, became so much more. I definitely turned to social media for the simple concept of being “in the loop.” My cousin had a baby, and somebody went on vacation, or that they are alive and well. So that you know, the only calls or texts I get are from my husband and bill collectors. Why I even have a phone is beyond me. However, with social media, I don’t have to wait for someone to remember me. I can find my own world to slip into. A world that I can create based on what I am missing otherwise. A place that makes me feel like I matter. A place that I can be more than a wife, mother, maid, and chef. They say that social connection can increase life expectancy up to 50 percent…my chances are wavering.

As much as we have in common, my husband and I don’t always see eye-to-eye on music. I am a product of the ’90s and 2000s, otherwise known as the most depressing, whiny period of music ever. On the other hand, Pantera is music to my husbands' ears. Sorry for the pun. About a year ago, I discovered an artist by the name of Lil Peep. You could call me obsessed. My husband does. While he will listen to it respectfully, it irritates the bejeesus out of him. One hundred of the accounts I follow on Instagram would beg to differ. The concept of homophily allows me to proclaim my status of Lil Peep fandom and be accepted wholly for it.

Have you heard of this band? Do you watch this show? You gotta try this! Recommendations, suggestions, tips, testimonies. Gimmicks. Algorithms. As stated above, people want to be validated and belong. It is the constant in the equation. How people achieve these things is no national secret. We are reliant upon (electronic) word of mouth. To be honest, how much time have you invested in research to figure out what you like? Isn’t it easier to let others do the leg work? Not to mention, how would social media platforms continue to expand? How would the next superstar be discovered? The next model? Come on; you can find infinite tutorials on how to maximize these algorithms to your advantage. If you are an attention-seeking person, that is. Or a small business owner. I dare you to deny that we live in symbiosis?

A little bit o’ Sexual Healing~

((Licc licc the dicc dicc. That BJ picture Fonty did would be very fitting right about now, LOL. ;D and some cute stuff afterwards, and pregnancy things. hUEHUEHUE. This is sort of our ‘were sorry’ for ruining y’all’s hearts. <:

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Hamish seemed to spend most of his evenings now out tinkering on the car. He’d get up, do daily farm work, take time off for lunch and dinner, and then he’d be out of the house and at the truck until damn near midnight, out trying to make sure the truck had absolutely nothing wrong with it.

Skylar was pretty sure he’d fixed and replaced pretty much every part under the hood, and had taken apart the engine block once to replace… Whatever the hell was inside of it. She didn’t know car parts- cars was her mother’s forte, not hers.

Even during the day, she’d see him cast looks at the old as hell truck, and he’d frown, and seem contemplative. He was tense, even days after the nightmare that had him in a panic- a panic that seemed to make him even more flighty about any braxton hicks or any discomforts she seemed to be having. She understood his fears- watching her die in his dream couldn’t have been easy for him to witness.

Still, seeing him so tense, even days after, tugged at Skylar’s soul in hard ways. She didn’t like seeing him so terrified of things that could happen, but weren’t likely to. So… she took matters into her own hands.

She made her way out to the barn while he was supposed to be out mucking stalls. Skylar knew he usually took a break about now- she’d bring him something to drink, make sure he sat down for a moment on some hay bales and caught his breath. And… Well, she’d give him something to relax with.

Skylar carried a glass of iced tea in hand, and eased into the barn, rapping her knuckles lightly on the wooden frame to let him know she was around. Not that her waddling gait wouldn’t let him know- she wasn’t exactly quiet anymore. “Haz? Sweetheart, I brought ya some tea. ‘S time for ya t’ take a breather.”

Hamish stood up, placing his hands on his lower back and leaning backwards slightly, earning him a satisfying popping sound. He wiped his arm over his forehead and leaned the rake he was using against the stall wall. He stepped out and took the tea from Skylar before lifting the glass to his lips and chugging back most of it. He licked his teeth, and then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Mm, thanks."

Skylar gave him a little smile, and slid her fingers gently into his belt loops. She couldn't press flush to him anymore- hadn't been able to for months- but that didn't mean she couldn't lean into him a little bit. He was a bit sweaty and smelled of barn, but that was practically the smell of home to her. "No problem, sweetheart." Her thumbs rub lightly over his lower belly, and she glances up at him from under her lashes, eyes half lidded at him. Sky blue eyes are warm as they peer at him. "Why don't ya go sit down and catch ya breath a bit, love? Ya been working real hard lately."

Hamish looked down at her and smiled, raising a brow. God she was beautiful, and the swell of her belly against his made her even more so. He humored her, however, as he could have easily gone back to work. He strolled over to a pile of hay bales he had stacked and sat down, finishing off the tea.

Instead of going inside like usual, Skylar followed him over. She eased down onto the hay pile with him first- it was easier to move from a seated position to a kneeling one than just straight to a kneeling one- and pressed a kiss into his neck. Her teeth were gentle as they nibbled and nipped, leaving tiny raised marks as they worked their way down to the ectoflesh​ hidden just under his collar. Her hand settled on his thigh, and she rubbed it gently, a soft sound rolling up her mouth. "You're so tense, Haz. Ya have been for a while now. However," she purrs, and dances her fingers up playfully towards the crotch of his jeans. "I have a lil' idea about how t' help ya relax." Her fingers cupped him gently through his jeans.

Hamish let out a soft sigh and slouched slightly, he turned his head and caught Skylar’s mouth in a kiss. He cupped the back of her skull.

She kissed him gently in return, leaning her mouth into his and gently nibbling his lips. She rubbed his dick gently through his pants, and then slid her fingers up to his button and zipper, fiddling with it to get it carefully undone.

He hummed. He liked this. There was no risk of being caught by anything more than peeping animals; this wasn't really exotic by any means, but being out in the barn was exciting and got him going. His dick was hardening under the touch of Skylar’s hand.

Once she got his pants undone, she wiggled her hands into his boxers and slid his hardening form into her hand. She palmed him gently, rubbing and massaging his length gently, before sliding her fingers down to cup his balls. She rubbed them gently, stroking  the skin that connected them to his dick. She shifted in her seat, and then carefully pulled her mouth from his. She eased down onto her knees between his legs, and then gave him a slow grin. "Mind liftin' ya hips a bit, sweetheart? Pants are kinda in th' way." Skylar tugs on them for emphasis. She could work with boxers, but zippers only stretched so far, and she had intentions of paying attention to the insides of his thighs.

Hamish had a small glass of worry when she started moving down to her knees, he didn't want her to hurt herself. She seemed okay and comfortable enough down there, he lifted his hips and helped her slide them down.

She was probably a little bit big to be doing this, in all honesty, but that wasn't going to stop her. She slid his pants down to his knees and then his ankles so she could settle between his legs, leaving him in his boxers, and then she settled​ comfortably into place. She rubbed his dick again- and then let him go. Instead, her mouth turned to his thighs, and she began to kiss and nip gently up the inside, ever so careful of her teeth. She nibbled and licked, peppering soft kisses slowly, teasingly upwards.

All the while she kept eye contact with him, and rubbed the tops of his thighs with her hands. He was handsome and amazing- and she wanted him to feel good.

Her mouth as it neared his dick slid down, and she kissed the base of his shaft, before licking a slow trail up the side and to the top, working him up slowly until he was fully erect.

Hamish's soul pounded in his chest as he watched her, it wasn't very often that Skylar did this due to her teeth, so when she did Hamish soaked it up, the feeling, the way she looked. She was amazing.

She gently scraped her teeth over the skin along his head, before swirling her tongue over the places she had scraped. She worked her way back down his shaft as he hardened before her eyes, until all seven and a half inches of him stood at attention for her. Her tongue slid over her lips, and she gave him a soft, pleased look. "I love ya." She says gently, and takes him in hand. "Remember," she purrs, "If you need  something t' hold on t',  my horns are there for grabbing." Her saliva makes him slick, and her mouth can work at his tip while her hand works his shaft.

Her free hand teases his balls, stroking them and cupping their weight gently in her hand as she works his shaft. She gently teases his tip past her teeth, stiffening her jaw so she can't bite down, and lathes her tongue along his length as far as she can without risking harming him. She is always so careful with him. Always.

Hamish let out a breath, leaning back slightly to watch her, he reached down and ran his fingers lightly over her horns.  He wanted so bad to thrust into her thrust, but firstly he didn't want to hurt her, secondly she would probably scold him for being risky around her teeth.

Skylar takes a moment to relax her throat, and then carefully begins to bob downward on his length. The sharp edges of her teeth brushed over the girth of his cock, even as she stretches her mouth as wide as it can go. It's a gentle reminder that thrusting into her mouth would be a very bad idea- and would likely result in scars for him. Her elbows come to rest on the tops of his thighs, keeping his hips firmly in place to keep instinctive thrusts from happening. Skylar hums gently around him, swallowing gently around what she has in her throat, and then lifts her head up, letting her teeth scrape gently along the bottom of his shaft. Her palm massages the base of his shaft, stroking upwards with slow but firm motions.

Hamish bit his tongue between his teeth, his fingers curling around her horns. He rubbed his thumb against the ribbed texture of her horn. "Mmn, Sky." He breathed out a moan.

She rumbled around his girth, eyes briefly flicking closed as he rubbed her horns with his thumb. She sucked gently, working him over from the base to his tip- and then fondling his stones with loving care. She took a breath in through her nose, and took him a little bit deeper into her throat, swallowing around his tip. Her jaw ached a bit. He was not a small man. But she enjoyed making him feel good.

Skylar set a slow but steady pace, bobbing and swallowing when she had him as deep as she could take him without hurting him with her teeth. She let soft rumbles roll up her throat, and vibrate into his cock as she worked him with her mouth.

He let out a soft grunt, trying to push his hips up but Skylar had him pinned. He groaned and flopped his head back against the hay. "Fffuuh-"

Teasingly, Skylar lifted her head all the way off, and let him pop free from her mouth. She kissed down his shaft, and worked his member a little bit firmer with her hand, from base to tip, as she kissed and nipped as his inner thighs again, leaving teeny, tiny marks that marked him as hers. "I love when ya cut loose like this," she purrs, "seein' ya tryin' ta buck into me but ya can't..." Her lips trail searing kisses back towards his throbbing member, and Skylar took him back into her mouth again. She bobs, and takes him deep, swallowing around him.

He groaned and gripped her horns again trying to pull her down onto him slightly. "Gettin close." He wheezed out. With Skylar so heavily pregnant and uncomfortable, and Hamish working non-stop around the farm, they hadn't had much 'mommy and daddy' time recently and Hamish was admittedly quite pent up.

She smiled around him, and swallowed again, bobbing just a little deeper. She didn't let him tug her too far down, as the pickle of her teeth wouldn't be pleasant if he shoved too deep. Her hand fisted where her mouth couldn't cover though, and she used her saliva to stroke him firmly, working from his base and along his balls. She could feel them tightening, signaling him getting close to his release.

Skylar rumbled around him again, vibrating her throat and tongue against his cock and urging him closer. She was ready, and suckled at him gently.

She hadn't really been taking as good care of him as she should be. It was time to remedy this, she mused, and scraped her teeth gently up his shaft.

His breath hitched and his eyes flicked down, making sure to watch her as he came and rode out the feeling. The release felt amazing as it washed over him.

She swallowed his release as it reached her mouth, draining him dry as he spent himself in her mouth. She shifted her hands and rubbed his hips through his boxers as he came down, cock still twitching in her mouth. When he put out no more, she let him slip from her mouth, and cleaned him tenderly with her tongue, before resting her arms across his lap and peering up at him with a knowing smile. "There." She purrs, and gingerly wipes her mouth to remove any saliva clinging to it. "Ya look much more relaxed now, sweetheart."

His mouth curled up into a wide smile. "How could I not be after that?" He leaned down and pressed his lips against hers, tasting himself mingled with the taste of his soon to be wife. He moved his mouth against hers, holding her close.

She leaned into him as best she could with her belly in the way to meet his kiss and snuggle close to him. She gently tucked him back in his boxers to let him soften up there, and grinned up at him easily as they broke for air. "I dunno. Heh. I'm glad I could help though." She smiles. Her back was starting to cramp, however, from being hunched over like she was, and trying to straighten it wasn't helping. "I'm sorry I haven't been tending to ya better. I might be achy, but sex tends to help with those, an' there's other things to do besides it if we ain't up to it." She peers up at him with a bashful smile.

The smile doesn't even fade when her back tightens into a Charlie-horse, though she does make an attempt to knead a hand into her back.

Hamish smiled down at her. He chuckled and shuffled off the hay, pulling his pants up before going to squat behind her. He pressed his hands against her back and kneaded his fingers along her spine.

She shifted to brace her arms on the hay bale in his absence, and hummed as his fingers kneaded into her spine. A soft slightly pained sound left her, before she sighed and relaxed a bit. "Mmm... My back cramps up often anymore." She says. "That feels... Mm... Thank you." That was as close to a face down massage as she could get now, and damn... That felt great. Not even the Braxton Hicks could make it less amazing.

He chuckled and rubbed his palms across her back. "I'd be a terrible husband if I left my pregnant wife sore after she had made me feel so good."

That made her blush brightly, and she tilted her head back over her shoulder to look at him. She quirked a gentle smile as he massaged her, and sighed blissfully. He was so cute- and he was the sweetest man she had ever met. How she was so lucky to find him, she never knew. She was glad she'd went out on a limb to help him that day though or they'd have never gotten to where they were.  "You could never be a terrible husband, sweetheart." She purrs. "I'm​ so excited for the wedding... We'll have Bella in our arms, and then we'll be getting married. It's going to be perfect."

Hamish kissed the back of her neck. "I hope so." He sighed out, running his hands down towards her middle.

Her middle was tight at first, the tail end of her Braxton Hicks, but ebbed off and began to soften as his hand ran over it. Bella kicked unhappily. "Hamish, sweetheart, ya nightmare ain't gonna happen. I'm gonna be okay. Ya been obsessing over th' truck, an' I'm pretty sure that's the best it's ever ran since I've known ya. We're gonna be okay, love." He was such a worrier- but so was she.

He let his forehead rest against her back. "I know Sky, I'm sorry. I just..." he rubbed his face against her back and slacked his arms around her belly, cuddling her from behind. "Maybe we'll get lucky, and she'll pop right out on her due date... then I won't have'ta worry."

She couldn't hug him like she wanted to, but his weight over her back was comforting and intimate in an entirely delightful way. She dropped one hand to lace it with his around her belly, and rubbed her fingers over his as Bella kicked at his hands and thrashed him something good. And her too, technically. "Babies hardly ever come on their due date. She's probably gonna come a couple days before or a couple days after." She rubs his hand gently. "But she could be any time between now and then. I feel like if I get any bigger I'm gonna explode, so there's also that. She's gonna be huge." She enjoyed having his head nuzzled between her shoulder blades. "Ya gonna worry until she's in ya arms. And then ya gonna worry for entirely different reasons. But that's okay. I'm gonna worry too."

He was quiet, listening to sky's voice, then he laughed and his hold around her tightened slightly. "There's a lot of dangers in the world that could hurt our little girl. Snakes, spiders, the tools in the barn, the river…" he paused. "Cowboys."

"Ah, ease up a lil' bit on th' squeezing, Haz, unless ya wanna squeeze her right out o' me." Pressure on her belly wasn't comfortable- there wasn't space enough inside of it as it was, let alone for there to be much outside pressure. She did laugh however at his last paused word, and rubbed her belly gently. "Cowboys indeed. Eventually she's gonna find a nice fella t' settle down with, and give us grandbabies."

He loosened his hold on her he made a soft grumbling sound. "He better be a nice fella."

"If he can look past th' horns she's gonna get from me, I'm sure he's gonna be a winner. You got past my horns, and my nasty scar." She laughs gently at his grumpy sounds and shifts under him. "Think we can shift this position a lil' more upright? Bein' down like this is more what gives me cramps. I don't mind reclining against ya on the hay." Basically the same position, just slightly more support for her poor over stressed back.

He practically jumped up and offered her his hand for help, he eased her back up to her feet and onto the bales of hay, he plopped down next to her and rested against her slightly. "After Bella… I won't be as stressed anymore… I'll know how this all works. She's just… this is real special something I was starting to think I'd never get. I just don't want anything to go wrong."

Skylar shifted to cuddle into him once she was eased down onto the hay. Her back thanked her, and the angle let her recline just a bit against Hamish's chest. "The first baby is always special." She smiled. "But sweetheart, ya gonna stress probably over all of our babies. Ya gonna worry, just cause you're a worrywart." She nestles her head back against his shoulder, and guided his hand back to her belly. "But that's okay. I love ya anyways. Heh..." She smiles just faintly. "I wasn't sure I was ever gonna meet the right guy. We both found the right person." She kisses his chin gently. It didn't matter to her that there was a fifteen-year age gap. He was hers- and she was his.

Hamish snorted. He liked to think after Bella he was going to be a pro at baby making and baby having. The baby making part maybe, but Skylar was right- he was going to stress about every baby they had no matter how many times they did it.

She reached up and gently tugged on his beard with a lopsided grin. "So... After Bella, you think we'll have another girl?" She grins lightly. He'd broached the subject of other kids. Might as well continue it.

Hamish laughed. "Imagine that, a small army of mini, Skylars." He hummed in thought. "Another girl would be nice."

"Imagine all the boys you'd be worrying over," she barks a dry laugh. "I'd kinda like a little boy. A little Hamish." She tickles his chin. "Raise him into a right gentleman just like his daddy. Maybe he'd have my horns. Hm..." Her eyes suddenly flicked up to him, and she gave him a curiously contemplative look. "I wonder what you'd look like with horns...”

Hamish grumbled again, but it was in good nature. He wanted to protect his daughters but the last thing he wanted to be was a dad that controlled his girls and made them feel like they couldn't go out and have a chance, he didn't want some smelly young boy to hurt his baby girls but experience was the best way for them to learn. Hamish chuckled and pointed his fingers out bringing them out to his head as mock horns. "What do you think?"

The good natured grumbles made her laugh- and him bringing his fingers out in mock horns made her laugh even harder. "S-s-so handsome! I love it!" She laughed, a happy blush flitting across her face.

Her laughter broke off though as she paused and patted her thighs. "Aww dammit, not again..." She flushed with an embarrassed glow and crossed her legs as best she could.

Hamish sat up. "What? What's wrong?" He asked, glancing over her quickly.

She flushed brighter and grunted as him sitting up forced her upright fully as well. "Ah... well... Leaky breasts aren't th' only thing pregnancy has given me. Any time I sneeze or laugh too hard... Well... Bella's kinda squishing my bladder. So nothing's​ wrong. Just... Embarrassing."

Hamish bit his lip, he let out a good natured chuckle. "Are you finished? I'll help you inside… or just… outside. Don't think they horses would appreciate you peein' in their hay."

"It was a leak." She rolls her eyes in good humor. "Not a full on pee. I'd have flailed upright if it was that. Just kinda... Well, my pants are damp, so I need t' go change them, an' actually finish emptying my bladder before it is a full on pee. But I didn't pee in th' hay. So... Help me up please?"

Hamish laughed and pushed himself up holding his hands out to Skylar and pulling her up to her feet. He walked with her back up to the house.

Skylar waddled with him with a sigh, and stripped off her pants once they got to the front porch. She balled them, and her panties up, and then sauntered into the house. "Having full control o' my bladder is definitely something I'm looking forward t' having again. Ya mind grabbing me some pants and panties please, Haz?" She hums as she makes a beeline for the bathroom after tossing the messed pants into the dirty laundry. She'd put a load on later.

She was quick to relieve herself and give herself a quick wash up, before scooting out into the hall again. She paused, and put a hand on her belly with a sound of surprise and mild discomfort. The peak of her belly shifted and gave- and suddenly there was a whole lot more weight in her pelvis than before. "Oh!" That would be Bella dropping. Wow. Dropping was an accurate description, Skylar mused.

Hamish walked out into the lounge twirling a g-string around his finger. "I was thinking this one?" He said catching it and holding it up for Skylar to see, He was being silly again and had brought out a pair of normal underwear incase she didn't like his joke.

Skylar took a moment to look at him, and looked probably like a deer in the headlights, until she noticed and registered what he had trailing from his fingers. It made her quirk a grin, as she did appreciate his humor, and she straightened, taking a deeper breath than she had been able to in months. Holy shit, the parenting websites had not lied about that. "A g-string? Well, I suppose I don't mind wearing that one. Ya didn't happen to grab the socks that go with that particular pair, did youuuu- oh that's not fun." A few steps of walking produced a whole new sensation- and a whole new waddle from her much lower belly. A bowling ball in her pelvis was the most apt description- and Skylar was pretty certain she had just made a very unpleasant face as she rubbed her middle and came to a stop in the middle of the lounge room.

Hamish's face turned from smart-ass to concerned in an instant. "Woah… your whole stomach looks like… like it got lower. It wasn't like that earlier was it?" He asked, putting the pants in his hands over the couch. He stepped around Skylar to get a better look at her.

"It did get lower. And, ah, no. Bella just dropped. Like... As I was walking out o' the bathroom." Her belly was still big as hell- but it was now lower, like Bella had rolled down in her belly. Skylar stood still while he went to check her out no doubt from the side- which made the drop even more obvious. She makes a face again and shifts her pelvis. "Her head 's in my pelvis. It's... Real awkward."

He blinked. "Does that mean she's going to come out?" He asked, his eyes wide at how low her belly looked down.

"Ah... Well..." She pursed her lips and hummed. "All th' websites I've looked at haven't really given me a specific time for birth from th' time o' dropping... All o' them say it can be a few hours, or a few weeks." She plants her hands in her lower back, and cranes herself back some. "So... Maybe? I mean... I don't feel anything off, other than her little head in my pelvis. It kinda hurts, but it's just cause this is new. Ah... Panties."

Her waddle from before has turned into something akin to a penguin waddle, and she makes a displeased face the whole way to the couch as she goes to hijack the normal non g-string panties he'd brought out. She was already uncomfortable enough- she didn't need butt-floss making it worse. She takes her time getting into her clothes, and rubs her middle with a low frown.

He frowned hard. "Maybe you should lay down...I could make up a heat pack for your back." He offered. Mucking the stalls could wait, he had been almost done when Skylar had come out.

"I think I will." She might not have been tired, but that didn't mean that she wasn't able to lay down regardless. The fact that she didn't fuss over the idea- which was a norm for her a lot now- spoke volumes. "I'd love a heat pack, please. An' you too, 'f ya don't mind sticking close for a lil' bit. I know you were doin' stalls n' stuff." She makes her way to the bedroom. Any more, and the bed was more comfortable than the couch. Particularly when her back was super sore. She eased down onto the bed, and then carefully settled on her side.

A spare pillow was tucked between her thighs when laying without it proved uncomfortable with the new shape settled in her pelvic girdle. Well.. so much for relaxing her fiancé. Skylar had him relaxed- and then her body had to go and do something that had him all tensed up again no doubt.

Hamish fetched a heat pack and threw it into the microwave, letting it heat up. He walked to the bedroom and leaned over and pressed loving, playful kisses against Skylar's cheeks. "I'd offer to help you relax too… But I'd assume you're too sore, and I think that… the hitting the baby with your dick stereotype might actually be possible and... I don't want to put my daughter through that." He said, hoping it would make Skylar smile.

It made her smile and laugh, and tuck her face lightly into the pillow to stifle a snort that wanted to escape. "Oh golly. Haz, she ain't in my lady bits. She's still up behind my cervix, which is where 't was before. She's just... Up against it, I guess. Ya wouldn't poke her." She laughed. She leaned up to kiss him gently and smiled softly. "M' sorry you're all worried again. I had ya all relaxed n' stuff, and... Well, now ya ain't."

He shook his head. "Nah, I feel much better, you really helped." He said, grinning widely glad that she was laughing. He heard the microwave beeping, he kissed Skylar again and padded back to the kitchen, pulling the warm bean bad from the microwave, he walked back to Skylar and sat down on the bed with her, pressing the pack against her spine.

It was good to see him grinning. She liked it when he was happy and relaxed, verses tense and upset. She watched him go and return, and let out a pleased groan as the hot bean bag was pressed against her spine. The heat seeped against sore muscles and bones, and she closed her eyes, a soft, shaky exhale pulling from her. "Mmm... I'm glad ya feeling better. Mm... That feels really, really good." Bella kicked in happiness at having Hamish so close, and Skylar rubbed gently over where she was wiggling. "How are you holding up right now?" She asks gently, hoping he wasn't too stressed over their daughter dropping so soon.

He rubbed Skylar's stomach. "I'm kinda excited actually… If she's dropped and that means she's getting ready.." He smiled "I can't wait to meet my baby girl." He cooed.

Skylar chuckles. "I can't wait t' meet her either. She's going t' be perfect." She closes her eyes with a soft sound, and simply let's him rub her belly. It feels good and very relaxing. Skylar doesn't even need to glance up at him as a slow smile crawls up her face. "Ya gonna be even more of a mother hen with me now, ain't ya?" She ribs him good naturedly.

He didn't give her a verbal response… he simply closed his eyes as he cuddled up to her, his hand smoothed over Skylar's belly, feeling for his daughters movements.

With her head pressed down into Skylar's belly, Bella's​ feet were free to beat at her mother's ribs, and kick at her father's wandering hands. And kick and beat at them she did. She was not a fan of this new position and was letting them both know.

Skylar just grinned. "That's answer enough for me." She chuckled. She sighed and relaxed back into him with a pleased sound, the hot pack draped over her helping her muscles loosen up and relax. She didn't even mind the beating their first little one was giving her.

Hamish smiled feeling Bella. "She's a grumpy little thing isn't she." He poked his finger against the foot that pressed out against Skylar's skin.

"Oh yeah. She hasn't kicked up this much o' a fuss in a long while... since the time ya had t' use the power tools in th' house, I think." Skylar laughed, and grunted as Bella pushed out more firmly. The clear outline of her foot was visible. Skylar stared a little bit. "Yup. Gonna have your big ol' feet, this one is."

Hamish smiled. "Hey you… little missy, you gotta stop kickin’ your Mama. It's rude." He scolded at the feet outlines. "I know you can hear me, Bella Parker."

The little foot moved further along Skylar's belly, and then was replaced by an outline of Bella's backside as Bella flipped over and showed her bum to her father.

Skylar choked on a laugh and hid her face in the pillow. "Pretty sure that's baby speak for 'kiss my ass, daddy.'" She teases. Probably complete coincidence, but too cute to turn down using. "She's gonna kick Mama ‘cause that's all she can do in there. She ain't got books or toys yet."

Hamish laughed and lent down to press a loud kiss against Skylar's middle. "You cheeky girl, Daddy loves you."

Skylar smiled and rubbed a hand over his skull. A warm feeling flooded her soul, and she couldn't stop the warm, loving rumble that bubbled up through her chest. It didn't even fade when Bella startled and tucked down into her belly, apparently spooked by the noise her mother made. Skylar simply smiles. "You're gonna be 'n amazing Daddy."

"I hope so." He said, tipping his head with an amused smile when their daughter tucked away and hid from them. He laughed through his nose. "Isn't it so cool… to just, see her…? I know I say it a lot… but she's alive and moving in there… and you can hold her inside you… It's incredible, Skylar."

"It is pretty incredible." The noise faded off, and slowly, Bella came back out of hiding. Skylar gently rubbed her little back when it passed under her hand. "It's pretty cool though that we made her together. She's... She's equal parts o' you an' me, Haz. An' that's pretty amazing t' me." She smiles at him warmly. "You've been amazing through all o' my pregnancy, Haz, an' I want ya t' know that. I dunno where I'd be without ya right now."

Hamish smiled and let out another laugh. "You'd be… not pregnant, probably herding cattle to town with your brothers… and literally butting heads with Adam over where a good place to stop for the night would be." He said simply.

She snorts. "Oh golly, you're probably right. That's about what life was like for... Well, all o' my life before." She shifts and rolls over just a hair so she can look at him a little better. "I'm glad I made th' ride out here. Two weeks ride was long... But hell, it was worth it. I didn't know I'd be landing th' love o' my life at th' time, but hey. More ya know, yeah?" She gives him a sappy smile, and massages her middle as it twitched and hardened in a mild Braxton Hicks. Pesky and utterly random they seemed to be for her. At least one a day, but she could go hours between them, or have several in a couple minutes, and then none for ages. Pregnancy was weird, she decided. Skylar gives Hamish a wide smile. "I love you, Hamish Parker."

"When we met.. I thought you looked so young and beautiful… and that you'd just see me as some old farmer. That… when after we…" He brushed his fingers lightly over Skylar's belly. "After we had sex that night… You'd be ready to pack up and leave the next day, and I'd never see you again." His brows pushed together and he leaned forward, pushing his forehead against Skylar's horns gently, pressing against them almost like he had his own set of horns.

She was gentle as she pressed back against him, taking and giving comfort just as it was needed. She gives him a gentle smile. "Well, ya found out pretty quick that I was here t' stay, yeah? I would have, even without Bella makin' her way into th' world. I genuinely liked ya, and... Well, I couldn't find any flaws in ya. Ya still got none." Her scar brushes lightly against his forehead, the rough texture standing out against the rest of her smooth bone and horns. "Ya rode in on your steed and stole my heart in one fell swoop, sweetheart. Where was I gonna go but t' follow it?"

Skylar takes a moment to press his fingers to her belly instead of having him ghost them over in s feather light touch, and urges him to rub firmly as the hardened flesh softens again. "Rubbin' makes it ache a lil' less." She hums gently.

Hamish could have fallen asleep where he was, cuddled against his wife to be, his hand rubbing pressure against her hardened flesh that homed their daughter. He was still worried about a lot of things, but at the same time, he was completely relaxed now.

Getting him relaxed had been her entire goal. Feeling every small bit of tension draining from his frame was a small bit of success for her, and she was that much more pleased. She settled a hand on his skull, and rubbed soothing circles as they took some time and relaxed together as a family.