#I can't even use the shower head anymore cus they don't want it hanging down after

[sensitivegoblin]

Vent: never move in with your sister

[gosickoonmymode]

"I don't want to go home tonight"

18+ Bloodhound x reader!!!

Summary: naughty fantasies in the shower and maybe something else too teehee

Added stuff: Reader and Bloodhound are gender neutral. Mention of BH having some kind of something, but it’s up to you to decide what that is (strap-on or organic).

Hot and heavy under the cut

It's late, you're exhausted from a long day of participating in the games, Bloodhound guides you through the moonlit forest trail. It’s lit enough to walk without too much concern, but still, you trip and stumble over a rock or root. Bloodhound catches you so you don't fall or run into something else, "Careful," they say softly, "stay close." They hold on to your arm as they continue forward, your heart is racing at their touch. 

After a few more minutes of walking you see their cottage almost glowing beneath the moon. The floor has smoothed out, you tap their hand, "I got it, thank you," you reassure them, smiling. They let go and you both continue to the steps of the porch. You honestly wish they'd hold you longer but you don't want to be caught blushing once you're in the light of their home.

Bloodhound unlocks the door, opens it, and turns around to go back down the steps of their creaky porch, "excuse me a moment," they say as they pass you. You watch them wave their hand in the air, signaling Artur to them. The beautiful raven flies down and lands on their arm. Hound gives him a couple scritches and heads back toward the steps, "go on in," they say, gesturing to the open door.

You awkwardly walk inside after them, close the door behind you, and stand by it as Hound places Artur on a perch near one of the windows. It isn't as strange to be in their cottage, as you've been there a couple times before (albeit never for long and certainly never overnight), but it is still a little awkward. They take off their mask and gloves and light the lanterns and candles before showing you where you'll be sleeping. It's a simple room filled with potted herbs, the walls are a soft brown and the carpet is plush and some kind of darker earthy color. There's a bed with fluffy dark brownish-orange blankets neatly folded on top, and a small closet able to fit your shoes and bag. This room isn’t like the rest of their home, it isn’t adorned with hunting trophies, furs, weapons, or sigils (despite the one on the door). There’s a carpet instead of wood flooring, and the room seems almost untouched.

"Would you like to use the shower?" Bloodhound asks. They unfold the blankets to set them on the bed.

You didn't even notice the feeling of dirt and dust all over you until Hound asked that question, "yes please, that'd be awesome." You grab your pajamas and meet them in the hallway where they hand you a dark green towel. You follow them down the dim candle lit hall and to the left. They open up a clunky wooden door, inside is basic bathroom stuff like a sink and toilet, it’s very nature/rustic themed. There's another door with a curtain over it, they open it to reveal an outdoor shower. You get excited as they explain how it works, you've always wanted to try an outdoor shower like this one.

After they show you the ropes and reassure you that no bugs or animals will invade your space they take their leave. You get undressed and test the water, it's perfect. You can hear the crickets chirping and tiny critters all around you, see the tall trees towering over the fence, stars shining through the thick canopy. The full moon and torch on the wall bring relaxing lighting, it’s perfect for unwinding. You reflect on when you met Bloodhound, how you never really thought they'd want to be close to you, how it took over a year for them to even begin opening up to you. You’re still shocked that they offered for you to stay the night, typically Elliot is the one who wants to party, or Ajay offers her home so you two can stay up chatting. But now you're here, staying the night at Bloodhound’s cottage, using their shower...

...using...their shower? It hits you like a ton of bricks, you're actually in Bloodhound's shower. Their beautifully crafted, peaceful, comfortable shower. Where they get clean. Where they stand naked. Your mind wanders, you think about what they might look like beneath their clothes, you’ve only ever seen their face and hands. You wonder if they ever give in to any urges they get much like the ones you have now. You wash your hair and body, trying to focus on something else, you don't want to use up too much water. Still, your hand drifts lower and lower until it finds itself at your crotch.

Your entire body tingles at your own touch, you can't believe you're actually doing this in Bloodhound's shower. You think about them coming through the door, pinning you against the wall, sticking their tongue into your mouth. You jolt with pleasure, rubbing the most sensitive parts of yourself, imagining their rugged hand touching you in place of yours. You use your other hand to put your fingers inside, silently pleading for Hound to walk in and find you like this. Your fantasies are going wild, you can hardly contain your voice.

You're so deep in your head you can practically feel Bloodhound finger fucking you. You want nothing more than to kiss them, be touched by them, completely belong to them. You're trembling hard, "mmph...H..Hound..." you moan under your breath. You picture them pushing you to the ground, propping your ass up, and fucking you hard, rough, and raw. You hear them grunt and growl with each intense thrust, you feel them grab your neck from behind and squeeze, you gasp at them slapping and gripping your ass. You want it, you want it bad, it's taking all of your strength to hold in your cries. You almost don’t want to stop but your hands move faster, you curl forward,  "ffck, I'm cumming... Hound..I’m cu....." You grit your teeth to suppress your voice as you climax, your body jolting hard. You lean back against the cold stone wall while you catch your breath. It's a bit embarrassing to be fantasizing about your dear friend like that, at their house, in their bathroom, but what's done is done. You shove your face into the water to compose yourself before shutting it off.

You grab the towel and wrap it around yourself as you walk back inside. You let out a deep sigh and dry yourself off. Once you’re in your pajamas you walk through the hallway to find a casually dressed Bloodhound sitting at their living room table. They’re wearing an off-white loose fitting shirt, light brown sweats, and a wrist brace. Their thick, wavy dark brown hair is hanging just above their shoulders. Their cognac eyes pull you in, how can someone be so beautiful? “Did you have fun?” they ask in an almost teasing tone, not shifting their focus from whatever they’re looking at.

“huh?” you reply, unsure how to answer.

Hound looks up at you with a smirk, “You were not as quiet as you may think.”

You feel your heart skip a beat before pounding against your chest. Bloodhound stands up and walks toward you, you can’t even slightly hear their bare feet stepping on the ground. You’re unsure where to look or what to do so you just stand there watching them get closer, your heart about to jump out of your chest. They stop right in front of you, one more step and you’ll collide. You’re bright red, panicking, any time they’re this close you can hardly breathe. You look down slightly and they place their fingers on your chin, “Look at me,” they say in a low yet firm voice as they guide you to face them. After a brief moment of eye contact they move in and kiss you gently. You can feel your body melting, you’ve wanted this for so long. They place their hand on your lower back and pull you in to kiss you deeper, your body nearly goes limp. They pull back and rest their forehead to yours, the two of you stand in silence for a moment, they move their hand from your chin and graze your arm with their fingertips making your spine shiver.

Their hand runs from your arm down your stomach to your crotch. You bite your lip as they tease you. You grip the back of their shirt and pull them toward you but they don’t budge, they just let out a soft laugh, “You’re awfully eager for someone who just pleasured them self.” You blush even more, they rub you a little harder causing you to gasp and grip their shirt tighter. They lean in to speak in your ear, “Do you want more?”

You nod and shyly say, “y-yes...”

Bloodhound pulls you into them, rubbing your crotch harder and faster. You moan and press your face against them, their hand feels so good, your mind is drowning in the moment. It’s a literal dream come true, having them this way. But suddenly they stop, let you go, and take a step back. You look at them with desperate eyes, they look back at you, pleased with your expression. “Are you willing to do anything I ask of you?” they ask, seemingly amused.

You know that anything means literally anything, but you trust them, “I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Are you tired?” They walk over to a wall and grab something but you can’t see what, “Do you wish to take it easy tonight?”

“No I’m not tired, not anymore anyway,” you anxiously reply.

They turn away from the wall and walk toward you, you see a rope in their hand, “You will tell me if it is too much?” they stop in front of you like before, stroking your cheek with their free hand.

“I’ll say it’s..cold?...too cold.....since it’s..warm tonight...” you can hardly think, you’ve never had the chance to use a safe word before, hopefully what your clouded mind came up with will suffice.

They grip the back of your hair and kiss you hard, then look you deep in the eyes and sharply whisper, “Run bráð mitt.” You stare at their stern expression for a second before frantically running for the door. You fling it open and jump off the top step of the porch, your bare feet hitting the cool dirt, and dart off into the trees. Bloodhound stands in the doorway looking out into the dark, a sly smile crosses their face.

The hunt begins.