#Is Why Do My Skin Itch After I Shower

[sleepymarimo]

toji x reader // sfw!

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 doesn’t remember the last time he was gifted something.

“you got me what?” he asks again, kicking his sandals off at your front door for what seems like the millionth time.

you rise from your couch, the wood creaking slightly as you do so. “just some stuff for you to keep here so you stop using mine,” you reply, the shrug of your shoulders indicating how little of a deal it is.

in the kitchen, you rinse out the glass you’d been using. toji’s footsteps are barely audible over the sound of running water.

“there’s a few pairs of sweats in the hall closet,” you tell him, setting the glass down to dry. “and some other stuff in the bathroom. shampoo, body wash, toothbrush…”

the assassin lets out a small huff, crossing his arms as he leans against the doorway. “you tellin’ me i reek or something?” he accuses, more so to brush off the odd feeling building in his gut.

“maybe.” comes your playful quip, your head tilting as you rest your weight on the counter and look at him. “but seriously, you just come around so often,”- his nose wrinkles at that, as he knows he crashes here much more than he should- “that i figured i’d just get you your own things. it’s not like it cost me an arm and a leg.”

with a yawn you stroll toward your room, lightly poking his chest as you pass him. “plus, you use up all of my stuff, dummy.”

he grunts, his eyes following you until you’re out of sight. “i don’t need fancy clothes or any of that crap,” he murmurs to himself, taking a few steps toward the hall closet.

his large hands wrap around the handles, sliding the doors open until he sees a pile of clothes resting on one of the shelves. three black tees stacked atop three pairs of sweats, some boxers and socks in a little box, all for him.

he picks up a shirt without hesitation, the fabric smooth against his calloused fingers. his brows furrow in concentration, maybe unease. this is for him, it’s his, and maybe that’s why this shirt is the softest one he’s ever felt.

with a gruff exhale, he snatches a pair of sweats and a clean pair of boxers, his steps unhurried as he heads for the bathroom.

the fan hums above him as the lock clicks into place, his eyes immediately darting to the shelves to see the new toiletries. his stuff.

inside the shower, toji’s shoulders sag.

it’s as if the water is washing away his defenses, the rugged, nonchalant exterior he wears now melting away in the comfort of your shower.

toji pops open one of the new shampoo bottles, taking in the scent and pouring it onto his palm. he wonders if this smell reminds you of him, if you put some thought into each item.

while he rubs it into his hair, he thinks about if he should pay you back. it’s not like he asked you to get him all this stuff, but still.

even when you’d first started letting him crash on your couch, you hadn’t demanded much in return.

“just don’t make a big mess and be decent, alright?” he remembers you saying.

and he was just fine with that. free room and board just for something so simple? he’d be a moron to decline.

it was only after around a week that he felt a familiar itch. he wouldn’t be in your debt, wouldn’t wait for the day when you’d inevitably ask for something.

so, he offered what he always did- himself. that’s what women usually wanted from him, anyway.

his idea didn’t exactly go as planned. if anything, it made him feel more conflicted, made him wonder why the hell you kept him around.

were you just lonely? did you enjoy his company?

“oh, no… i don’t do that,” you’d said, holding your hands up, flustered but adamant. “you don’t have to sell yourself to me or anything. who does that? like, what?”

the water patters on the tile floor, his body and mind feeling more clear and clean than they’ve been in a long time.

when the faucet squeaks shut, he steps out and snorts as he sees a new, fluffy black towel hanging beside yours behind the bathroom door. he grabs it, rubbing his scarred skin dry and running it through the damp strands of his hair.

the new clothes feel like heaven, truly.

in your room, engrossed by your phone, you barely hear the sound of the bathroom door opening. toji’s steps are almost silent, his arms crossing over his chest as he watches you beneath the covers.

he’s amused as you snicker at some post, the dim screen lighting up your face in the otherwise dark room.

“let me crash here, yeah?” he suggests, though it’s more of an order.

you’re startled, rightfully so, hiding your phone against your chest while you sit up straighter. “oh, you scared me! new clothes and you think you’re all that, huh? too good for the couch?”

yet, even as you chide him, you’re peeling back the covers for him, grabbing the extra pillows and moving them out of the way.

a satisfied grunt leaves him as he spreads out on the mattress, careless of the space he takes up. he tugs the blankets over his person, settling in like a big cat.

he curls into you. you don’t mind.

while you scroll along with one hand, the other supports his head and absentmindedly strokes the skin of his cheek.

his eyes watch you, his breaths becoming more steady and even. he’d never admit how much it means to him that you’d gotten him new clothes, new toiletries, practically a new home.

it’s more than he deserves, but he finds himself wanting to take as much as he can get.

he’s yours, even if he doesn’t know it. and, as the days go by, he wonders if you can be his, too.

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HANDS OF AN ANGEL ! — RAFE CAMERON (18+ smut mdni)

in which, washing rafe's hair didn't go as you planned.

you looked up slowly from your book to the sound of your bedroom door opening roughly, rafe trudging in lethargically. your eyes followed him around the room as he threw off his clothes one by one, a trail of fabric following him until he was just left in his boxers.

you rolled your eyes at his unnecessary messiness and let your eyes travel back down to the off-white pages of your book.

you could only read about three words before rafe huffed rather dramatically across the room.

you ignored his annoying sighs and groans until it was physically impossible to not pay attention to him, slamming your book closed and looking at him from the bed.

"what is it rafey?" you asked sweetly, even though you knew what he was gonna ask. "shower" he said simply, nudging his head towards the bathroom from where he stood right outside it. "can't baby, i already put all my lotions and oils and stuff, you're gonna have to have one without me" you answered, watching his face turned into that of a five-year-olds if they were just told they couldn't go to disneyland that day.

"ok" he huffed, turning around and entering the bathroom, but leaving the door open so you could see everything. you giggled softly, turning your attention back to the book in your hands.

you only perked up when you heard the tap of the bath turn on, not the shower. rafe was having a bath?

if there was one thing you had to know about rafe cameron, is that he hated baths, more than an average human being did. he only tolerated them because he could feel you up more in the bath than in the shower because of the close proximity.

but he always took a shower after because he doesn't like 'bathing in his own filth for half and hour'

you itched to get up and hop in the bath with him, but that's what he wanted, because why else would he torture himself like that?

after about 5 minutes of reading the same line over and over again, you untangled yourself from your bedsheets and made your way over to your vanity. reaching your hand into the brown paper shopping bag, you pulled out bottles of shampoo, conditioner, hair masks and hair oils, making your way over to the bathroom with an arm full of hair products.

he heard you from a mile away, staring straight at you as you walked into his trap. "got you baby" he said, hinting at the fact that he was having a bath, for you.

"nope" you said, padding your way over to the bathtub. he looked at you quizzically at the new products you had with you.

you were glad that even though he was very very naked, there were mounds of bubbles covering him, his face and shoulders the only thing showing above the water. because after you spent nearly an hour after your shower rubbing oils and creams over your skin, you really didn't want to end up in the bath with rafe

"what've you got there bug?" he asked as you dragged your soft bathmat to the edge of the bathtub so you could have something to kneel on, placing the products softly on the floor.

"gonna wash your hair rafe" you state, reaching over and running your hand softly through his wet hair. "yeah?" he asked, tilting his head softly in admiration. "i went out and got some stuff for your hair type, not that you need any help with your hair at all! i just wanna do stuff for you like you do stuff for me." you quickly got quieter by the end of your sentence, avoiding eye contact with him.

"c'mere baby" he whispers, matching your soft tone. you hesitantly look at him, biting your lip nervously. your chin felt wet as he gripped it softly, bringing your lips to touch his as he kissed you. he pulled back first, resting his forehead on yours as he looked at you. "thank you, baby. i don't do the stuff i do for you to get repaid, but i love that you think of me"

you beam at his words, leaning down again and placing one last peck on his lips.

you pull up the sleeves of your long-sleeved white pyjama shirt before you lean over to squirt a generous amount of shampoo on your palm.

after rubbing your hands together to create a milky white texture in the shampoo, you leaned over the tub. the white acrylic made contact with where your bra wire would be had you been wearing one, oblivious that as you were reaching your arms to rafe's hair your tits were being pushed together, his eyes immediately staring holes into your cleavage.

"your hair is gonna be so soft rafey!" you exclaimed, using your acrylics to massage the shampoo into his scalp, making his eyes roll to the back of his head in pleasure.

you pulled back after sudsing up the liquid, biting your lip in concentration as you placed your hands on the side of his head and lowered his hair in the water.

he looked up to you, your hair hanging over him, your stare so concentrated, and your tits fully in his face.

rafe knows you didn't notice how much harder it was getting to hide his hard-on under the now less soapy water, the combination of you scratching his scalp and your cleavage fully on view making him spiral.

"ok, all done! once you get out, ill-dry it and put some oil on the ends." you voiced after raking the conditioner and leave in treatment through his hair, leaning down to kiss him after he made a come here motion with his fingers.

what you were unaware of though, is that as rafe was deepening the kiss between you two, he was pulling his hands out of the warm water and straight to your chest.

"rafe!" you gasped, pulling back instinctively as his hands made your once white shirt now see-through at your nipples.

"shh baby, c'mere. don't make me ask you again" he groaned, sitting up straighter so he could use his hands to pull your body towards his.

as he began another steamy kiss with you, he traced your nipples through your shirt, making you shiver. "rafe... i don't wanna get all wet" you whined, pulling back for a moment, giving him a chance to latch his mouth onto one of your tits.

"ill help you put more cream on later, now let me fuck that sweet pussy of yours" he rasped, pulling your shirt and shorts off as you came to a stand in front of him.

"can't believe my baby would think that i would let her win and sit out there reading her book. so naive" rafe cooed, his soft mannerisms of holding your hand until you made it safely in the tub being a complete juxtaposition of the nasty words he had uttered before.

you melted in the somehow still-warm water as he sucked at your neck, his hands roaming all around your body until he made it to your core.

"you're lucky we're in the tub bunny, because i'm gonna make you cum so hard you're gonna make a mess" he whispered into your ear, bringing a strong hand up to rest firmly around your neck, and the other now making circles on your clit.

you looked up at him in a daze, you're eyes already glossed over as you laid your head against his chest. due to the confined space, you could already feel his hard length resting below your ass, making you squirm.

he entered one finger into you without warning, making you gasp. "shhh, quit whining. you're alright." rafe commanded, beginning to pump his finger in and out of you. he placed soft kisses on your head, his hand on your throat providing a comforting presence to you somehow.

rafe always made sure that during these times you felt loved and appreciated by him, knowing that your mind had the tendency to roam with thoughts 24/7.

"ready for another baby?" rafe asked, your walls somehow still tight around his finger. your hum in reply earned rafe to tighten his hold around your neck, urging you to use your words.

"yes rafey, please" you replied, snuggling more in his chest and looking up and him with glossy eyes. "ok, are you sure you can take it?" he teased, earning a whine to come from your chapped lips.

he slipped another finger into you, pumping them in and out as you squirmed. "good girl, such a good girl for me" he praised, beginning to pick up speed as you gleamed at his praise.

"g-gonna come rafey" you whined, gasping as he quickly pulled his fingers out of you. you immediately turned your head to look up at him in shock, annoyed that he wouldn't let you come to his reach.

"don't look at me like that brat, you can cum on my cock" he remarked, placing another kiss on your head as you whined once more.

he pulled his hand cock to line up with your entrance, stroking your cheek as he slid into you softly. "shh, your alright sweet girl. i got you" rafe reassured in response to your gasp.

he groaned as he bottomed out inside of you, stalling for a moment to look at your expression before beginning to pump in and out. "shit, most perfect pussy i ever had. taking my whole cock like the perfect girl you are, love you so much" he rambled, his mind in a haze as you squeezed around him.

he began picking up his pace, slamming into you from below as the water rippled from his movements. you were to cock drunk to worry that the water could splash out of the tub, gasping as he brought a finger down to circle your clit.

"rafe" you whined as you tightened around him, signalling to him that the knot in your tummy was about to burst. "i got you baby, milk my cock"

you squeezed your eyes shut as you came around him, hearing his groan echo in your ears as he shot his load inside of you. you rolled your eyes to the back of your head as he worked you through your orgasm, slowing the circling of his fingers as he stroked your hair as whispered in your ear

"so perfect for me baby, so so perfect"

[reidmarieprentiss]

Tummy

Summary: Spencer doesn't like the tummy he gained, you love it.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Category: fluff, angst

Warnings/Includes: insecurities, body image issues, weight gain

Word count: 770

a/n: i already want to eat spencer and then the tummy?? im starvinggg

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You're completely obsessed with Spencer's tummy, and it's impossible to resist the urge to touch it. Whether it's squeezing it gently, planting soft kisses across it, or even playfully biting and pinching, you can't help but be drawn to that spot. Every chance you get, your hands find their way to his stomach, reveling in the warmth and softness beneath your fingers. It's an obsession that leaves Spencer both amused and endlessly flustered as you indulge in your favorite pastime—giving his tummy all the affection it deserves.

However, once Spencer's tummy starts getting a little bigger, particularly after his time in prison, he begins to find your loving obsession a bit upsetting. The weight he's gained, combined with the emotional scars of his imprisonment, leaves him feeling insecure and vulnerable. Despite all the affection you shower on him, Spencer can't shake the doubts creeping into his mind. 

As you reach out to Spencer, your fingers itching to make contact with his soft, warm tummy, he recoils slightly, his body tensing beneath your touch. It's a subtle reaction at first, almost imperceptible, but as the days go by, it becomes more pronounced. He begins to pull away entirely, turning his body to the side or gently pushing your hand away, offering you a tight smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes.

The rejection stings, even when it's cloaked in sweetness, even when he tries to play it off as nothing. You start to notice the pattern—how he avoids letting you get too close to that one spot, how his usual playfulness seems forced, as if he's battling something inside that he can't quite put into words. The distance between you grows, and the intimacy that once felt so natural now feels strained, as if there's an invisible barrier between you and the person you love.

Finally, one evening, after another attempt to touch him is met with a gentle but firm refusal, he can't take it anymore.

"Please stop touching me there!" Spencer's voice breaks, his frustration and discomfort spilling out in a way that surprises even him.

The tension that's been building inside you spills over, and you find yourself asking the question that's been gnawing at your heart. "Spencer, do you hate my tummy? Do you think I'm repulsive since I put on weight?" Your voice trembles slightly, the vulnerability in your question laid bare, as you search his eyes for an answer.

His eyes widen in shock, and he shakes his head vehemently, his own emotions bubbling to the surface. "God no! I would never think that about you," he says, his voice filled with sincerity, almost as if the mere suggestion pains him.

"Then why do you assume I would ever feel that way about you?" The question hangs in the air, heavy with the weight of unspoken fears and insecurities.

Spencer looks away, his gaze dropping to the floor as he struggles to find the words. "I... I just feel like I'm not the same as I used to be. I've put on weight, and it... it makes me feel self-conscious. I don't want you to see me like that, to think less of me because of it."

Your heart aches at his confession, and without hesitation, you step closer, cupping his face in your hands so that he has no choice but to look at you. "Spencer," you say softly, your thumbs brushing against his cheeks, "I love every part of you, every inch. I don't care if you've put on weight or not. What I love is you—your mind, your heart, and yes, your body too, exactly as it is."

You take his hands and guide them to your own stomach, pressing them gently against your skin. "Do you hate this?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. "Do you think I'm repulsive?"

He shakes his head again, this time more slowly, as if he's beginning to understand. "No," he whispers back, his fingers trembling slightly against you.

"Then believe me when I say I would never think that about you," you reply, your voice firm but tender. "Your body is beautiful to me, Spencer. Every part of you is beautiful to me."

Spencer's eyes meet yours, and for the first time in what feels like forever, you see the walls he's built around himself start to crumble. He leans into your touch, and as you pull him close, you feel the tension in his body slowly melt away. In that moment, you know that while the journey to accepting himself fully might take time, you're both willing to walk that path together.

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[hoshifighting]

Hi. I love your writings. After I discovered Tumblr and your account... I don't know if I've had any day without coming back here... I had a request.

Bathroom sex with Minghao. It has been going on in my mind all day... Either bathtub or shower.

Even though he's not so masculine like others... I feel like he has an incredible core strength. So maybe putting the reader against the wall? Also if you're comfortable, could you add the reader as someone who's overweight and gets insecure from time to time.

It's like Minghao is comforting them through showing how beautiful they are through intimacy? Feels like something he would do.

Love your writing. Take care

bath sex with minghao

WARNINGS: bath sex, insecurities, praising, nipple sucking, penetrative sex, a tear dropping here or there...

a/n: thank you my love for making me part of your routine 😭🙏 I luv seeing you here, you are soooo sweet!! sorry for making u wait for so long 🥺 love you too, take care of yourself, and drink lots of water plsss

you’d been spiraling about it all damn day. the way minghao’s hands just felt—long fingers brushing your skin in passing, his touch so casual but also so intentional. it stuck to you like a tattoo, made your brain fuzzy. you didn’t even realize it, but the itch of your insecurities had been gnawing at you. maybe it was that girl in line earlier with the perfect ass and the confidence to match, or maybe it was just the mirror, the way it always reflected every single thing you couldn’t fix.

but minghao sees you, actually sees you, and it ruins you every time.

“you’ve been quiet all day,” he says from the bathroom doorway, his head tilted like he’s already piecing you apart, trying to read the shit you don’t say. “what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

you don’t answer right away—can’t, really—because he’s standing there in just his sweatpants, waistband hanging low, hair still damp from his post-workout shower. fucking unreal. and you hate it, the way you almost flinch at the word “pretty,” because yeah, he means it, but your brain won’t let you believe it.

“nothing,” you lie, but your voice cracks. his eyes narrow.

“bullshit.”

you huff, looking anywhere but him. “it’s not a big deal. just—ugh, i don’t know, okay? can we not do this tonight?”

but of course, minghao doesn’t take that. doesn’t let you slip into your head and drown in it. instead, he steps in, closing the door softly behind him, like he’s locking the world out. “you know you can’t bullshit me, baby. talk to me.”

and then he’s right in front of you, hands sliding over your arms, thumbs skimming your skin like he’s earthing you.

you mumble, “i just—i don’t feel good today, okay? like… about myself.”

his brows pull together, and you hate that he looks hurt on your behalf. “y/n,” he says, his voice softer now, “what the hell are you talking about?”

“you wouldn’t get it,” you mutter, but the words catch when he lifts your chin with two fingers, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“try me.”

and fuck, he’s patient, doesn’t rush you, just waits while his thumbs start rubbing little circles on your hips. finally, you crack. “i just… sometimes it’s hard, okay? i see all these girls who look perfect, and then there’s me. i don’t even know why you—”

“don’t,” he cuts you off, firmly. “don’t finsh it, don’t do that. don’t talk about yourself like that. do you know how fucking beautiful you are? like, actually?”

you laugh, but it’s bitter, because it’s not something you believe. “hao—”

he doesn’t let you finish, leaning in to kiss you, like he’s trying to rewrite whatever nonsense’s looping in your head. his lips move with yours, one hand sliding up your back, the other curling around your waist, and it’s so easy to melt into him, to forget everything else.

“i’m serious,” he murmurs against your mouth. “you’re the most gorgeous person i’ve ever seen. i love every. fucking. inch. of you.”

you want to argue, but then his hands are tugging at your shirt, and the air shifts. he pulls back just enough to look at you. “can i?”

your nod is shaky, he peels your shirt off like it’s a ritual, and when he sees the hesitance in your eyes, he leans in to kiss your shoulder, your collarbone, every patch of skin he uncovers.

he’s backing you up against the shower wall, his breath hot against your neck as he trails kisses down your jaw.

“hao,” you whisper, barely able to get the word out before he’s hooking your legs around his waist, his strength catching you like it’s nothing. “wait, i’m—”

“you’re fucking stunning,” he says, cutting you off, his lips crashing into yours again. “and i’m gonna make sure you never forget it.”

the sound of the water hitting the tile was loud, drowning out every thought in your head except him. minghao was everywhere—hands firm on your thighs, lips pressed to your chest, tongue teasing your nipples until you were squirming. the spray soaked through what little clothing you both had left, making the fabric cling before he shoved his pants and boxers down with one hand, the wet heap hitting the floor with an exaggerated plop.

“didn’t know your pants were that heavy,” you giggled. he smirked before leaning in to kiss you again.

“focus,” he murmured. his hips pressed forward, and you gasped when his cock brushed against your pussy—hard and ready, like it always was when it came to you. it was one of those things that made you feel… better, somehow. like maybe he really did mean all the things he said about how he wanted you, how he needed you. not that you’d ever admit it—god, no, he’d never let you live it down.

you squirmed against him, suddenly hyperaware of how high he had you hoisted. “hao, i—”

“relax,” he interrupted. “i’ve got you.”

“but what if—what if i fall?”

his jaw tensed, his hands tightened on you. “you won’t fall, y/n. do you trust me?”

you nodded, but it wasn’t enough for him. his eyes narrowed. “say it.”

your voice cracked. “i trust you.”

“good,” he said, but there was a shimmer of guilt in his expression when he saw the tears welling in your eyes. his voice softened immediately. “hey, baby—fuck, i’m sorry. didn’t mean to sound so harsh. you’re safe, okay? i promise.”

his lips brushed your cheek, catching the tear that spilled over, and you sniffled, clinging to him tighter. his forehead pressed to yours as he whispered, “you’re safe with me. i swear.”

and then he rolled his hips, sliding into you, and whatever insecurity you’d been holding onto was gone—just gone. all you could feel was him, thick and deep, stretching you until your head spun. he groaned, his breath hitching as he bottomed out. “you feel so fucking good, baby. perfect. perfect.”

your fingers dug into his shoulders, a whimper slipping past your lips as he pulled back and thrust again, deep. the angle made you gasp, made your whole body shake in his arms. “hao,” you choked out, overwhelmed, and he just smiled against your neck.

“that’s it babe,” he murmured, picking up his pace, his hips slapping against yours. “see? i told you, baby. you don’t have to worry about anything. i’ve got you. always.”

his words melted into the steam around you, and soon you weren’t sure if it was water or sweat trailing down your body. he fucked you, his grip on you steady and unrelenting, making it impossible to think about anything but the way he filled you, the way he made you feel like you were his.

“shit—fuck, hao, i’m gonna—”

“i know,” he cut in, his voice thick and breathless, but that smug grin never wavered. “let go for me, baby. you’re so fucking beautiful when you cum. let me see you.”

and when you did—when your body clenched around him and your moan echoed in the steam-filled space—he followed right after, his hips stuttering as he buried himself as deep as he could go. his head fell to your shoulder, his breath hot against your skin as he held you close, neither of you caring about the water still raining down around you.

“see?” he said after a moment, pulling back enough to look at you. his smile was soft now, tender. “told you I wouldn’t let you fall.”

[harryslittlefreakk]

after the storm

summary: y/n wakes up in her sworn enemies bed, with a city-wide storm keeping her trapped there. in the time that she’s stuck with harry, can they overcome their differences and build a friendship? 🫢🤷

warnings: smut (oral f receiving, unprotected unrealistic shower sex) some angst, typical enemies to lovers

wordcount: 6.6k

a/n: you guys who likes my lil graphic? its diy!! i’ve been slowly working on story for a long time now so i hope you all enjoy! 🤭

my masterlist is here 💓 love u all

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The headache pounding behind your eyes was the first thing you noticed that morning. Shortly followed by the realisation that you weren’t in your pyjamas, or your bed, and there was a man snoring next to you.

You didn’t even remember coming home with anyone, let alone someone who looked so attractive, albeit from the view you had of the back of his head. There was something familiar about the bedroom, though you couldn’t put your finger on what. The clothes folded on the dresser were the same as every other man’s, the lingering scent of woody aftershave new and yet so familiar. Perhaps it was the memory of whoever you’d met last night, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that you knew this man.

You needed to explore, the leftover alcohol in your system urging you to get out of bed and figure out whose bed you’d woken up in.

It didn’t take much detective work, however, because as soon as you sat down on the toilet, the man in question barged into the bathroom. “Oh, morning.”

No way. No fucking way. “What are you doing here?”

“This is where I live.”

“Why am I here?”

“Why do you think?” he smirked.

Harry fucking Styles. Your sworn enemy, the worst man you’d ever met, the worst man you would ever meet. And you were wearing his clothes, after sleeping in his bed. Your skin itched just thinking about it.

“Fuck off,” you growled, throwing the toilet paper at his stupid, sleep-clouded face.

“Nothing I haven’t seen before,” he laughed, staring down between your legs as he closed the bathroom door. All you could do was let out a hoarse scream. How had an innocent Friday night turned into this?

You looked yourself over in the mirror when you were done, Harry’s t-shirt hanging loose on your body. You kicked the door open, glaring at his reflection as you splashed water over your face. “How do I get to the station?”

He shoved his phone in front of you, a severe weather warning flashing up on the screen. Public transport was down, taxis and delivery drivers ground to a halt as the rain and hail pounded the pavements.

“Brilliant. I’ll walk then,” you sneered, barging past him. “Just wait it out,” Harry told you, running a hand through his hair.

“No, I can walk.” What did he not understand about this being the last place you’d ever choose to be?

“You can’t.”

“Watch me.”

Realistically, you knew you couldn’t make the 45 minute walk across town in this weather. You hadn’t even taken a coat out with you, and borrowing clothes off Harry just meant you’d either have to see him again, or hang on to his clothing. Neither was appealing to you at all at this moment in time. Still, you were prepared to risk hypothermia if it meant getting away. The idea of being trapped with anyone while deathly hungover was horrible, but with Harry it became your own personal hell.

He followed you to his bedroom, watching from the doorway as you shoved your belongings back into your tiny shoulder bag. “My fucking phones dead,” you groaned, throwing your head back.

“Just wait until the rain eases off. I’ll drive you to the station later.”

“I don’t want to be here, Harry. What do you not understand about that?” Just the way he was watching you was making your blood boil. You weren’t even an angry or spiteful person, but somehow Harry triggered some red hot rage that usually lay dormant deep inside of you.

He was opening and closing his mouth, scarily similar to a fish. One of the deep sea weirdo ones, with extra fins and holes for eyes. His eyebrows knitted together as he searched desperately inside his dim brain for something to say.

“We didn’t sleep together,” he mumbled.

“What?”

“We didn’t sleep together,” he repeated.

You froze, not quite sure how to respond. You hadn’t slept together. Half of you wanted to thank every God in existence, the other half wanted to punch Harry right in his smug face. “Then why the hell did you make me think we did?!”

He shrugged, tiny hints of regret showing on his face. If you were less pissed off right now, you’d consider this a miracle. “Was funny five minutes ago.”

You glared at him, incredulous. “You swear we didn’t?”

“Promise. Look, jus’ let me shower and then I’ll stay in here out of your way. Don’t even have to talk to me for the rest of the day.”

Finally, you nodded, resigned to your fate. “Fine.”

“There’s a charger next to the sofa,” he told you, slipping past you to grab some clean clothes from the dresser. “So you can tell your boyfriend you’re here.”

“Idiot,” you groaned as you walked away, slamming the door shut behind you.

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You hated to say it, but Harry’s apartment was actually nice. Much nicer than yours. You had no idea what he did for work, but it must have been something good if he could afford a place like this. There was a skylight over the sofa, practically putting you in a trance as you watched the rain drumming against the glass.

You’d been flopped on the beige sofa for what felt like years, your hangover slowly easing off but your current situation not getting any easier. Why, out of all the places you could’ve been stranded, did you end up here? You’d been racking your brains for hours, and as far as you could remember, Harry wasn’t even at the bar. If he had been, he would’ve come over. He’d stopped hanging around your group so much once you’d started bickering, he was irritatingly respectful of your space. But whenever you saw each other, neither of you could resist the temptation of a little sparring match to spice up the night.

You were so deep in thought that you hadn’t even noticed the lights turn off, the tv suddenly flicking to a black screen. It was the deep rumble of thunder that bought you crashing down to Earth, a tiny whimper slipping out when you heard it. Rain and hail were little more than an inconvenience, but you drew the line at a thunderstorm. You’d loved them when you were younger, glued to the windows with your dad as you watched the lightning illuminate the sky. But something changed one day, a new fear set in after a nightmare. You were sitting on top of a hill, a picnic laid out in front of you, when the clouds suddenly turned bright orange and lightning started striking the houses below you. You’d watched in horror as every strike set fire to the roofs, the entire neighbourhood going up in flames and getting closer and closer to you. Then you woke up in a cold sweat as the lightning came nearer, the next strike sure to take you out had you not bolted upright in bed.

“Harry,” you called out as loud as you could manage. You might not like him, but you’d rather have his company than sit through a thunderstorm alone.

When he trudged into the room, you were sitting upright on the sofa, the blanket pulled over your head. “What are y’doing?” he asked, yanking the blanket off of you. “Don’t like thunder,” you told him, squeezing your eyes shut as it boomed overhead again.

“Did the power go out?”

You nodded, watching from squinted eyes as Harry searched across the kitchen counters for something. He walked back over to you with a lighter, and started to light the candles scattered across the room. “Wanna watch something?” he asked you, pointing to his collection of dvds. “You pick,” you told him, too terrified to even comment on why he still owned dvds in 2024. You’d have to save that for later.

He picked one, pushing it into the tv’s dvd player before coming to sit beside you and setting it up. You glanced over at him, your current proximity making your heart race more than the thunder and lightning could ever. You had some sort of problem when it came to men acting as saviours. You were too into rom-coms, too romantic to not develop a sudden and unexplainable mini crush on your knight in shining armour. And clearly, now you had gone a little bit mental.

A clap of thunder shook the room again, and you smacked a hand down on Harry’s arm, your nails digging into the skin. “Harry,” you whimpered. He put his hand on top of yours, grounding you slightly. “It’s okay,” he smiled. “Did no one ever tell you it’s just God rearranging the furniture?”

You loosened your grip as the thunder passed, desperately trying to get a hold of yourself. “No. And besides, that doesn’t help. A reason for the loud noise doesn’t make the loud noise any less scary,” you told him, brows knitted as you looked between your hand and his face. He was about to shoot something back, but lightning illuminated the room, your expression changing quickly back to one of fear.

Harry threw himself down on the sofa behind you, tugging at the hem of your (his) t-shirt. “Come here,” he beckoned, pressing play on whatever dvd he’d chosen. “Why?”

“Because it’ll take your mind off the storm.”

“No.” He was holding out his arms to you. Clearly he’d had a funny turn and was expecting you to snuggle with him. Sleeping in the same bed against your free will was one thing, but actually choosing to cuddle with Harry was something you’d have to bring up with your therapist later. And yet, the offer was somehow tempting. But you couldn’t control your face, and somewhat-accidentally sent Harry a scathing look.

“Fine. Enjoy the storm then,” he grumbled, standing up to stalk back to his room. You stayed silent as he left, waiting until his bedroom door slammed shut to throw the blanket back over your head.

Only, a few minutes later he was back. You could feel his stare burning through the blanket, and he was standing there like a giant dork when you peeked out. “What if I’m scared and I need a hug?”, he asked.

You couldn’t help but laugh. You couldn’t deny Harry was funny, even when you were bickering and snapping back and forth, he’d always make you laugh. And that was more infuriating, because why are you laughing at his jokes when you’re supposed to be annoyed? “Fine. But only because you’re scared.”

You leaned back into his arms, and he was right. It was a welcome distraction. Instead of thinking about the storm and anticipating the next rumble of thunder, you were actually quite content. Although one thing was playing on your mind. “Harry, why do you have the notebook on dvd?”

You craned your neck to look back at him, shifting slightly in his arms so you could see his face. “S’my favourite,” he shrugged sheepishly. “And what time will your boyfriend be home?,” you mumbled, recoiling when he jabbed a pointed finger at the tip of your nose. “Quiet please,” he told you. You turned your attention back to the tv, settling back into Harry’s body.

He was comfortable. That was one more thing to add to your list of irritatingly good qualities about him. He was a good cuddler, caring, funny.. it seemed like that list was growing longer with each minute you spent with him. You pulled his arm tighter around you as thunder crashed overhead, softer this time. “Getting further away now,” Harry whispered, his thumb stroking the fabric of your shirt as if you’d laid this way a thousand times before.

Your eyes were growing heavy, your heart beating in time with each gentle movement of Harry’s thumb. You were too warm, too comfy.

And then a loud vibration practically shook the sofa under you. “Fuck. Sorry,” Harry said, darting to shut off his phone. You rubbed your eyes, still groggy and disorientated. Naps always made you feel all weird and out of sync. You turned around slowly to lay on your back, glancing up at Harry in your peripheral vision. “Missed the whole movie,” he told you, eyebrows raised as he nodded toward the tv. The power was back on, the lights bright against the layer of fog clouding your eyes. “Gonna call them back,” Harry murmured, holding up his phone as he climbed over you.

You were perched on the edge of the windowsill when Harry came back into the room, watching the raindrops drip down the glass. He went into his fancy little wine fridge, pulling out a bottle of red. He held it up to you, eyebrows raised as he silently asked if you wanted any. You nodded before turning your attention back to the rain. The thunderstorm had passed now, the skies finally beginning to lighten up despite the heavy rain. Harry came to join you with two big glasses, as if he’d poured as much wine as he could fit into them.

“Why do you hate me so much?”

Thinking back, you didn’t actually know where it all started. Harry was nice enough the first time you’d met, then somehow rude and arrogant the next. He was the cousin of one of your friends, and started to worm his way into your group when he moved to the area. He was harmless, but he knew he was a pretty boy. Every night out was spoiled by him lingering by the bar, flashing his dimpled grin at any girl who caught his eye. He’d buy her a drink, then leave hand in hand with her, always looking back to see if you’d noticed his exit. Everything he did made you roll your eyes, every glance at your legs when you wore a mini skirt, every time he tried to snake an arm around your shoulders as you laughed with the group.

“You’re arrogant.” Proven by the fact that only arrogant people would ask why they’re disliked.

“No one else has ever told me that.”

“Maybe they’re not as truthful as I am.”

He laughed at this, swilling the wine around his glass. You watched as it stained the sides red, the blood colour dimmed under the grey skies. “If I were that bad, y’wouldn’t be here.”

“I’m not here by choice.”

“No, I mean you wouldn’t have ended up here at all.”

“What do you mean?”

Harry’s eyes were squinted when he looked back at you, some kind of secrecy flashing across his pupils. “Let’s call a truce,” he told you, holding out his free hand for you to shake. “Just for however long this storm lasts, you have to play nice.”

“I am playing nice. You’re the one who played tricks on me.”

Harry sighed, running his hand through his hair when you didn’t reach out to take it. Your gaze was fixed on the window, seemingly uninterested in what Harry was trying to offer. Truthfully, a truce sounded nice to you. You were wasting so much energy on acting indifferent to him. But with the way he looked after you during the worst part of the storm, the way he held in the giggles you knew he wanted to let out as you cowered in fear of the thunder, you were scared you might actually end up liking him. The horror. The last thing you ever wanted to find out was that you’d wasted years hating him, mentally criticising his every move, just to find out he’s a good guy after all.

“Raindrop race,” he said suddenly.

“Hm?”

“We do a raindrop race,” his head nudged toward the window. “If I win, we call a truce. If you win, you decide if you want a truce or not.” Harry had his usual silly, toothy grin spreading across his cheeks. There was something annoyingly cute about his smile, the way his eyes crinkled and his dimples carved deep into the skin. “Fine,” you laughed.

“Okay, pick yours. This is mine,” he pointed to a tiny droplet near the top of the window. Your eyes gazed over the drops near Harry’s, before settling on one just to the right of his. After Harry yelled “go!”, you followed yours with a pointed finger, trailing down the surface of the window as you spurred your little raindrop on. You didn’t actually care who won, but you were far too competitive to let him win.

They were neck and neck, Harry’s tiny raindrop somehow collecting water from those around it to become almost the same size as yours, and surprisingly just as fast. There were little childlike giggles tumbling past his lips, his free hand balled into a fist as he cheered his raindrop on.

Yours took over suddenly, surging forward before it came to rest on the windowsill. You couldn’t hold in your laughter, watching Harry’s face fall in disbelief. “Looks like I get to decide our fate,” you teased, a smirk resting on your lips.

Harry chuckled, his eyes searching your face for any sign of what you might do. “Truce please,” he encouraged, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Fine. Since you asked so nicely,” you grinned, holding out a hand for him to shake. Harry took it, bowing his head to you before hopping off the windowsill and padding into the kitchen. “Last of our supplies,” he told you, holding up one final bottle of wine and a bag of crisps. “Best make it count then,” you laughed, downing the last sip left in your glass.

Harry went back to the sofa, and you trailed after him, plopping down on the corner. “Tell me something about you,” he said, throwing an arm over the back of the sofa. “I don’t know. You know me,” you shrugged, turning a little to face him. “Fine. What was your first impression of me?”

You shrugged again, gaze falling to the wine glass in your hands. “Thought you were funny. Seemed nice enough,” you told him. Harry laughed, a bitter kind of chuckle. “So where did it all go wrong?”

“Harry, even you have to admit that you were a douche.”

“How?”

“How?!” You couldn’t believe he was asking how. “You’d saunter around the bars, always scouting for which girl you’d take home next. You didn’t even greet me the next time you came out because you spotted a girl behind me.”

“Sounds like you’re jealous.”

You scoffed. “Not fucking jealous. It’s gross.”

He held up a hand, faux-stern expression on his face. “Truce! We have a truce. Don’t wanna break it already.” He had a point. You’d called a truce not even ten minutes ago, and you were already getting riled up again. “You started it,” you mumbled, always reduced to the mindset of a child when you bickered with Harry.

“Don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything,” he smirked, miming zipping his lips. You turned away from him, deciding it was better to sit in silence and try to calm down than risk getting into a full blown row with him when you couldn’t even leave.

After a while, Harry set his wine glass down on the coffee table, getting your attention. “You really don’t remember how you got here?” he asked.

“No, Harry.” Honestly, you didn’t. The last thing you could recall was stealing a cigarette from someone on the street outside the bar, and then a freaky flash forward to waking up next to Harry.

“I was walking past O’Connells and you were on the street alone. All your friends had left and you couldn’t get a taxi, they kept refusing you because you were drunk,” he started explaining, setting his near-empty wine glass down on the coffee table. You were finally paying full attention to him now, an ear turned towards the sound of his voice as if he was telling the most compelling story of all time. “I don’t know where you live, you kind of stopped making sense. So I brought you here,” he shrugged. “Sorry.”

You took a moment to fully digest his words, his kindness to you a tough pill to swallow. The tears that formed on your lower eyelashes were unstoppable, regret bubbling up through you. You’d been a dick the entire day, and while it was a little bit deserved after he made you think you’d slept with him, all he’d done since was show you kindness and care. “Don’t have to be sorry Harry. I’m sorry,” you whispered, pulling your glass up to try and hide the blush creeping up your cheeks. He placed a gentle hand on your knee, his touch warm on your bare legs. You hated wearing trousers indoors, a t-shirt, panties and socks the only way you were ever comfortable. Yet now you felt too exposed, too vulnerable in front of Harry. “It’s okay,” he told you, his tiny smile laced with tenderness. “Thank you,” you said, your voice soft and shaky. “For looking after me,” you finished, finally drawing your eyes up to meet Harry’s.

He moved a little closer, bringing his arms up to wrap you in a hug. Only as he started to embrace you, you felt something change in the air. The wine had made your brain fuzzy, your senses heightened and yet muddled. You were struck with an overwhelming desire to kiss Harry, to make it right between the two of you, and that’s what you did. You turned your head just a little, closing the distance between you tentatively, waiting to gage his reaction. But he pulled back quickly, his arms dropping limply into his lap.

“Oh God. I’m sorry,” you mumbled, scurrying across the room before you could do anything to embarrass yourself further. You leaned back against the breakfast bar, eyes fixed on the rain drumming against the window. All you could do was replay the way his lips peeled away from yours, the full body cringe making you want to curl up in a ball and scream.

You could feel Harry’s eyes on you, his gaze silently trailing across your body. You looked back at him, eyes meeting amongst the almost palpable energy clouding the air. And then he was striding over to you, wrapping a strong arm under your hips and lifting you onto the countertop. He paused for a minute, an unsatisfied yearning in his eyes. He reached out with a gentle hand, pushing some hairs from your face as the other snaked around your waist. And then his lips were on yours, slow at first as if trying to taste and explore you. But with every lick of his tongue the kiss deepened, his movements becoming more urgent and passionate. Harry’s hands were roaming across your body, trailing goosebumps over every curve. The heat was intoxicating, the burn almost physical as you wrapped an arm around Harry’s neck, drawing him closer to you.

Your legs were tight around his hips, pulling his centre close to your core. It was electric, so much being spoken through silent mouths. Every touch, every flick of his tongue had you melting into Harry, the walls you’d built up crashing down around you. “Should’ve done that a long time ago,” he drawled as he pulled away, running his thumb along your swollen, wine-stained bottom lip. You nodded in agreement, still dazed from the way he kissed.

He grabbed a hold of the hem of your t-shirt, eyes locked on yours as he waited for you to tell him to stop. When nothing came, he pulled it off of you, throwing it to the floor behind him. You watched the way his eyes darkened as they trailed over you, the goosebumps that dotted your skin disappearing under the heat of his gaze. “Want to know why I act that way with you?” Harry asked, still surveying the sight before him. He rolled your nipple between his thumb and forefinger when you didn’t respond, his free hand pulling your chin upwards to look him in the eye. You nodded again, totally silenced by the way he was looking at you. His lips found your collarbone, kissing and suckling at the skin. “Because,” he murmured against you, pausing to lick a warm circle around your nipple.

“I,” he suckled at the bud, teeth grazing your sensitive skin.

“Wanted,” he was moving lower now, one hand caressing your other breast as he licked down your ribcage.

“You.” He sunk down in front of you, mouth lingering right at the waistband of your panties, eyes fixed on yours. Your chest was heaving as he bought a hand up to it and pushed you back, the marble countertop cold against your skin.

You closed your eyes, overwhelmed by the intensity of Harry’s gaze. His fingers traced slow circles on your stomach, igniting a heat inside of you that melted away any other feeling. You were totally powerless, totally at his mercy as he peeled off your panties, eyes never leaving your face.

“Couldn’t handle this sweet pussy not being mine,” Harry told you, voice husky as he ran a light finger through your glistening folds. His hot breath against your entrance had you squirming, his lips so close and yet not close enough. He was admiring you, almost salivating - until you suddenly snapped your legs shut. “I haven’t showered,” you whispered, suddenly hyper aware of how unclean you felt. “Don’t care,” Harry said, pushing a hand between your knees to open you up for him again. “Just means you’ll taste sweeter f’me,” he groaned, finally making contact with your pussy.

His thumb brushed over your clit, replaced instantly by his mouth. He suckled at it, the sudden sensation drawing an almost carnal moan out of you.

His tongue swirled around your entrance, collecting your juices on his tongue as he moaned into you. Your hands tangled themselves in his curls, the burn of your fingernails digging into his scalp only spurring him on. True to his word, he was licking and lapping at your folds as if they held the sweetest nectar.

You were dripping for him, dripping on him, the lower half of his face coated in your juices. It was the wine, you told yourself, and the forced closeness to him. Not him, not the fact that he was giving you the best head of your life.

“Waited so fucking long for this,” he murmured against your skin, moving to kiss and nibble around your inner thighs as his thumb rubbed over your clit. You were squirming under him, your legs heavy on his shoulders. “Yeah?” you panted, fingers pulling harshly on his hair as his mouth suddenly moved back to your pussy.

“All mine now though,” Harry smirked, his words vibrating into your centre. “All your- fuck,” you cried out, unable to control yourself as he slipped a finger into you, his tongue still working at your core. He added another, then another, filling you until you were bucking into his mouth. He found your g-spot with ease, his lips curling into a satisfied smirk as he watched you writhe and moan.

“I’m-” you started, cut off by a ripple of pleasure moving through you.

Harry released your clit from his mouth with a pop, his fingers unrelentingly thrusting into you as his mouth snaked up your body. “You’re what?” he grinned, his face only inches from yours.

“I’m gonna-”. This time Harry cut you off with another kiss, your juices warm on his tongue as it danced around your mouth. You wouldn’t pair pussy juices with red wine, but on Harry’s tongue they tasted heavenly.

He pulled away, eyes dark as he watched you squirm and buck under him. “Gotta say it for me,” Harry told you. You felt like you were buzzing, hot pleasure vibrating every part of your lower body. “I’m gonna come,” you cried out, the ball of heat in your core threatening to explode.

As soon as you said it, Harry’s lips crashed to your neck, suckling and biting at the soft skin. It was the final bit of stimulation you needed, your pussy clenching around his fingers as you finally reached your high. “Good girl,” he repeated, working you through your orgasm until your back collapsed down, flush to the countertop.

You were panting and heaving as Harry pulled you to sit up, hissing as the cold of the stone hit your clit. You wrapped an arm around his shoulders, your body threatening to crumble if you didn’t support yourself.

“Come on,” Harry whispered, lifting you up. He carried you over to the sofa, resting you on his lap as he sat down. “You okay?” he asked as you stayed silent, totally numbed by the strength of your orgasm. You just stared at the identical triplets of him in your vision, trying to focus on the real one before you. His eyes were raking over your features, your puffy fucked-out eyes and swollen wine tinted pout. Your cheeks were pinked up to match your lips, tiny beads of sweat on the bridge of your nose.

“Thanks,” you whispered, a tiny smile crinkling the corners of your eyes. “For the orgasm.”

“Anytime,” Harry laughed, running a hand up your back. “M’glad we’re friends now,” he told you, moving you over to sit next to him.

“Do you do that with all your friends?” you giggled, swatting at his thigh.

“Oh yeah. Welcome to the club,” he teased. You rolled your eyes, but the two of you settled into a comfortable silence.

“D’you want a shower?” Harry asked eventually, breaking the quiet. You turned back to face him, still dizzy as your eyes tried to focus on his face. “Desperately,” you groaned. “But I’m still a bit wobbly.”

Harry laughed, pushing your messy hair from your face. “M’gonna have one then,” he smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before standing up.

You listened out for the sound of the shower turning on, but Harry’s footsteps had stopped just outside of his living room door. You looked over to him as he stood frozen in the doorway. “What was that asshole’s name?” he asked, staring up at the ceiling as he tried to remember.

“Who?”

“Your boyfriend.”

“Harry, seriously. I’m naked right now and you want to me to think about my ex?” You rolled your eyes at him.

He shrugged, “can’t remember his name.”

“Jamie. Why are you even talking about him?”

“Because you could’ve had this a long time ago if you hadn’t showed up with him.”

You grabbed one of the cushions, launching it in his direction. He strode over to you, picking you up and flinging you over his shoulder as you shrieked. His hand landed a heavy blow on your ass, raucous laughs blending together in the silence of the night.

Harry set you down in the bathroom, pushing the door shut behind you. “Throwing isn’t playing nice,” he tutted, leaning around the shower screen to turn it on. “So now you have to be punished.”

“Oooh,” you teased. “What’s my punishment, a shower? Or are you going to drown me?”

“Y’have to shower with me. While m’all sexy and naked.”

“That’s not a punishment,” you frowned, watching as he stepped under the water. Harry had always had a decent body, but he’d gotten pretty jacked up since you saw him last. If anything, showering with him was a reward.

“Mm, but you have to keep those hands off me, you horndog,” he smirked.

You rolled your eyes, following him into the shower. He side stepped past you to let you under the water, trying his hardest to avoid your touch. “I’m not going to molest you,” you told him. “Going to have to touch once or twice since we’re in a tiny box.”

“Fine. Just no feeling me up,” he shrugged, mockingly shielding his cock from you.

“Was it worth it?” you asked Harry as you stepped away from the water, passing the soap to him. “Was what worth it?”

“All the fighting, all your jealousy,” you poked your tongue out at him. “Now you’ve finally got in my pants, was it worth it?”

Harry stepped up behind you, his warm breath against your neck sending a shiver down your spine. “How am I supposed to answer that, sweet girl?” he drawled, pulling you around to face him.

You stepped back, pressing yourself into the cold tiles. Harry stayed close to you, his wandering hands finding a home on your hips. “Can’t say it was the easiest chase, can’t say I really enjoyed it,” his fingertips were trailing up your body again, his thumb pushing past your parted lips. His face hardened at the sight, imagining something other than his digits between your pout. “Would do it all again though.”

You bit down on his thumb, grinning as he pulled it from between your lips with a yelp. “You don’t have to fight me for three years just to sleep with me Harry. Could always just ask,” you smirked, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“Is that right?”

You nodded, watching as his eyes moved over your face. “Or get down on your knees and beg me. Either works,” you shrugged. He chuckled, shaking his head at you.

Harry stayed silent as he lathered up the soap between his palms, hungry eyes fixed on you. “Turn around,” he finally told you, putting the beige bar back in the shower tray. He pulled you back into him, his length solid against your ass. His wandering hands finally put themselves to use, rubbing the soap across your body. He paused at your sternum before one hand wrapped around your throat, the other cupping the curve of your breast. Your breath caught, a tiny moan echoing around your mouth as he squeezed lightly, his cock twitching against your skin.

He took his hand from your breast, reaching between your bodies to push his cock between the tops of your thighs. His tip brushed your sensitive clit, your teeth clenching as electricity surged through you. “Can I please fuck your pretty little cunt?” Harry growled, using his free hand to wash the soap from your body. He was throbbing at your core, his cock likely painfully hard by now. “Please, Harry,” you whimpered.

He grunted at your neck, pushing your upper body forwards until his cock lined up with your entrance. He was nudging into you, your pussy dripping and ready to welcome his girth. You’d never needed more like this before, though you’d never felt as good as Harry had made you feel. He released his hold on your throat, one hand lowering to circle your clit as the other splayed across your lower belly, his fingertips digging into the plushy skin.

Your hips rut into his hand, a cry tumbling from your lips as the quick movement forced his girth into your tightness. Your already shaky legs could’ve buckled right there, your body barely able to hold itself up around Harry’s cock splitting you wide open. It took Harry by surprise too, a shaky moan echoing off the walls as he bottomed out inside of you, the extra lubrication from the water pushing him deep into your core. “Fucking hell,” he groaned, stilling as he caught his breath. “Y’okay?”

You moved a hand down to hold onto his wrist, silenced yet again by his cock. “More,” you whined, pussy throbbing as he started to fuck into you hard. You’d skipped the slow, figuring each other out sex. It was as if you already knew what the other needed. Harry was fucking you, his thick red tip tearing you apart as you both raced for another orgasm, each thrust sending you closer to Heaven. The steam and the sounds of the water pounding the shower floor clouds your mind, unable to feel anything except the fullness Harry’s cock gave you.

You were getting close, the burn in your core spreading down the tops of your thighs, before Harry suddenly pulled out. Just as you were about to question him, Harry spun you around. “Want to see your face when you cum f’me,” he panted, sliding one arm under you to lift you against the tiled wall. He slipped back into you with ease, the new angle forcing his cock into places you’d never even known you could feel so much pleasure in.

Your hand tugged at his wrist, pulling his fingers back up to your neck. Harry let out a dry chuckle, his fingers wrapping back around your throat with ease as he slammed into you.

He was a fucking vision. His wet curls hanging down into his eyes, the shine of the water on his tattooed body. Just the sight of him staring at you with those hungry eyes was enough to have you gasping and panting. “Harry, I’m-” you started, a loud moan cutting you off.

He picked up his pace, hips snapping into yours with the deafening slap of skin on skin. “Not yet,” Harry grunted. “Gonna cum w’me.”

Your walls were already tightening around his shaft, hips bucking into him uncontrollably. You bit down hard on your lower lip, nails digging half-moon shapes into the thick muscle of his shoulders. “I can’t,” you whimpered, throwing your head down onto him. “You can, and you will,” he told you, removing his hand from your throat and instead using it to pull your chin up to meet his eye.

You nodded, face contorting as you tried desperately to ignore the fire coursing through you. “Please, Harry,” you whined. Your walls were clamped around his girth, his thrusts losing their rhythm as he got closer. “Come,” he commanded, wrapping his free arm under you as his legs started to shake. You howled as you finally let go, the stars in your vision exploding like fireworks. The tiny shower cubicle was suddenly full of carnal moans and cries, Harry’s lips spitting out your name over and over and over again as he shot ribbons of white-hot come into you.

You stayed in that position for a few minutes, before Harry slowly let you down onto the floor. He held you up as your legs shook, a light hand brushing over the finger marks left on your throat.

“Are you still on birth control?”

“No. Should I not be holding my legs up right about now?” you asked, watching as his eyes went wide.

Harry pulled his arm from under you, ready to let you collapse on the floor in his panic. He screwed his face up tight, a quiet “fuck, fuck, fuck,” mumbled under his breath.

“Relax, I am. Sorry.” you told him, a tiny smirk playing on your lips. He reached out and pinched your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, grinning as you yelped and smacked his hand away. “Serves you right, bastard.”

He re-washed between your legs quickly, a gentle hand washing away the remains of your juices pooled between your thighs. “Better?” he asked, reaching behind you to turn the water off. “Mhm, just need a good sleep now,” you told Harry. “Oh yes, need to go to bed and think about the beautiful friendship we’ve ruined,” he smirked, handing you a towel.

You dried yourself off before following him to the bedroom, pulling on the clean t-shirt Harry handed you. He was humming a silly tune as he ruffled his hair in the mirror, watching your reflection expectedly. “Used to annoy you when I hummed,” he said, climbing onto the bed to join you.

“Still annoys me plenty,” you told him, pulling the duvet over your legs as you settled back into the pillows. “Just too fucked out to care right now.”

part two ??

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[r0ttenhearts]

can I request a charac using reader who has a crush on them for their own benefits. while reader is left to wonder why chrc acts like a stranger to reader in public. eventually confronting chrc and them brushing it off as not noticing, being too busy. until reader eavesdropped to a convo with chrc's friend abt chrc just using reader. and reader leaves and ignores chrc for a while and chrc slowly starts missing reader's presence, only to see reader with someone else and confronting reader about it. of course charac won't get the happy ending 😈

(preferably scara, or childe-- if u write for him.)

feel free to ignore, I think I haven't expressed my req properly 😭😭.

also can I be 🌧️ anon ? :>

thanks 🌧️ anon for the request ^^ i hope you enjoy!

not your pet, anymore

scaramouche x reader

warnings: angst, arguments, insults, suggestive mentions

“you love me, right?”

“of course i do, scara. you mean so much to me.” you whispered, fingers running through his hair as he leaned against you. his thick eyelashes fluttered shut, hand on his chest as he lay against you.

the biting cold of fall couldn’t compare to the warmth you two shared, huddled together like this. his cheeks still tinted pink from the cold air, hands cold to the touch, it was just the way you liked him to be. cold enough for him to want to sit close to you and warm up.

touches were not a regular occurrence for scaramouche, he was normally dismissive, claiming he hated the closeness of skin on skin contact. but that wasn’t said when he’d tug at the end of your sweater, asking if he could feel more of your warmth. soft pants escaping your lips, his cold hands wandering, bodies on the cold floor of his bedroom. that’s how you’d spend your days after school.

but this time, with your hair sticking to your sweaty forehead as you finished up some of scaramouche’s homework he had passed on to you, something felt different. he was glued to his phone, an unusual smile gracing his lips as his thumbs danced across the device. you frowned, putting down your pen as you watched his face pull up in expressions you had rarely seen.

“who’re you talking to scara?”

“none of your business, (y/n).” he snapped, the smile he had been wearing for a few minutes dropping as his head snapped up to look at you. he sighed dramatically, getting up from the floor as he placed his phone down next to your hand, his face inches away from you.

“so damn nosy (y/n), when you should be doing my essay. are you bored? should i give you more work? or maybe i should let you suck me off, put your mouth to use. i think i like you better when you’re stuffing me in than anything you’ve ever said, anyway.” he sneered, enjoying the silence from you. a slight movement from you caused annoyance to bubbled up inside of him, his face unable to hide that itching feeling.

“you know, if you weren’t like this i’d be nicer to you, hell, maybe i’d love you. fat chance of that happening, i hate you most of the time. the only time i like your mouth open is when you’re making those pretty sounds for me, anything else is just muck.

why’re you so quiet, huh? are you gonna run off to your friends again? tell them how horrible i am? you think someone like collei will bother with you after you tell her what you do in here with me? how you open yourself to me? after swearing to her you’re done with me? you’re fucking something, (y/n). honestly, i’m getting sick of you. can you get the fuck out now?”

scaramouche’s phone buzzes, screen lighting up with a new text message. the both of you glance to it at the same time before he snatches it up, typing away a response as you gather your things without a word. biting your tongue was easier said then done, but you knew the argument would be worse if you said anything to him at all.

with a gentle click of scaramouche’s door, hours had gone by since you made your way home. a warm shower to rid of the nagging feeling at the pit of your stomach, along with the stickiness scaramouche had left you. you weren’t enjoying this, not one bit.

you figured you’d talk to him tomorrow in class, apologize for your inconveniences to him, and have it return to how it usually was after a fight. if you could call it one.

what you didn’t expect was to see scaramouche sitting by the green haired girl, haypasia, his usual seat empty as they sat side by side. quietly setting your things down, you still thought to say good morning to him, as a sign of peace.

standing from your seat, you meekly stood in front of him, hands wringing in front of you nervously. “good morning scara, and haypasia, i was wondering if—“

scaramouche never looked at you the whole time you were standing in front of him, his eyes glued on haypasia as her eyes bore into yours. a bitter smirk on haypasia’s face as she waved you off, scaramouche rolling his eyes before continuing whatever conversation they were having before you interrupted him.

a pain started to form in your chest. that nauseating prick that you’d feel every time you knew scaramouche was fooling around with other girls. cold sweat was all you felt as class droned on, your eyes never leaving the back of scaramouche’s head as his hand would slip underneath haypasia’s desk, sliding her pieces of paper that she would giggle at or turn red to after reading.

why is he being like this? should you have said something yesterday? would the satisfaction of knowing he practically owned you satisfy him enough to not be like this? these thoughts ran through your head until it was time for lunch, that bell being something of a savior as you were freed from seeing him there with her.

childe’s loud laughs caught your attention as he stood with kazuha, an anxious look on the white haired boys face as his eyes locked with yours for a moment. “i mean, just look at her! everyone knows scara is just using her. i heard, he’s been sleeping with (y/n) so he’s good enough to do it with that other girl, whatever her name is. you know her, right kazuha? whatdya think? did you get a piece of her yet too? or is it just scara sinking his claws in her, and something else!”

kazuha’s nervous laugh as childe punched his arm spoke volumes as you stood up, clutching the strap of your bag. kazuha noticed the tears in your eyes as you ran out of the classroom, you had heard every word that came out of childe’s mouth. excusing himself, he ran after you, his soft taps of his feet on the floor in comparison to your loud, cluttered footsteps.

scaramouche heard about this from childe, his demeanor changing once childe gave him the details on how kazuha ran after you. he didn’t know why it bothered him, but it did. no one else should be acknowledging his pet, the one that was so compliant and listened to everything he asked of you.

that’s how he saw you, and that’s all you were to him. right? that egging feeling in his chest as his messages to you were now left on seen more often than not. your cat keychain you hung on your bag that “reminded you of him” being replaced by a charm of a maple leaf, the same one kazuha had on his bag.

it bothered him. and he didn’t try to hide it. every time you’d sit next to kazuha instead of him, he’d grumble under his breath. a part of him ached to see you bare on his bedroom floor again, your fingers running through his hair, your gentle kisses on his forehead when you’d put him to bed when he was in a foul mood. he actually missed you.

but why were you so distant now? surely kazuha wasn’t giving you something he wasn’t, right? he couldn’t. you’d always declared your loyalty to scaramouche, never once breaking it.

then why did you admit you were in love with kazuha? your hands together in front of scaramouche as he scoffs, taking you by the wrist the second those words left your mouth.

“come again? i think i misheard you (y/n). you said you were in love with me just last month. so how do you even think you have feelings for that poet?” his voice wavered, eyes scanning across your face for a sign, a hint of remorse or love that you once held for him.

you shake your head, taking your hand away from scaramouche’s grip but he tightens it anyway. his eyes bore into yours, begging, pleading for it not to be true. for you to laugh it off and say you were kidding.

“he’s.. kind. it’s unlike something i’ve had before, and.. it feels good. it feels good to be wanted, scara. something i never felt with you.”

“something i never felt with you”, those words rung in his head as he laughs loudly, fat tears spilling as he pulls you into his chest. your hands going to push him away as he holds you tightly, laughing through his tears.

“you promised me (y/n), you promised you’d stay. you said you’d stay with me forever, love me forever! please don’t be like them, please don’t let that be a lie.”

“let me go, scara. please.” you whispered, feeling him shake his head as his hands tighten around you.

“n-no, no.. i can’t lose you too. archons, i can’t. what did childe say (y/n)? i promise he didn’t mean it, whatever he said isn’t true! i swear.. let’s just, go back to how it used to be, yeah? you can come over like you used to and- and we just don’t have to have sex. we can do things you like! i swear.. so please..”

his tears had rolled down, coating your neck as he wept. you’d never seen him in such a desperate state. his eyes looking into yours for a hint of what used to be there for him, but there wasn’t. more tears rolled down his cheeks as he let you go. he had fucked up. again. and this time he lost you, the one thing he never thought he’d lose.

“i’m sorry, scara. i’ve moved on. i think you have too with haypasia, you’ll be okay.” you say before picking up your bag, leaving him standing there with a wreck of feelings in his chest.

“you’re just like the rest.” he spat under his breath, harshly wiping at his eyes as the tears continued to flow. a hateful sentence meant to comfort no one but himself. he knew you weren’t at fault for it, he knew one day you’d want something more of him, something he’d be reluctant to give you. the day you finally escaped the clutches of the toxic relationship he had given you, the same day he had deemed the end of his new beginning.

“i never got my forever with you, like you promised. i can’t apologize for hating you for it.”

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Long Snake Moan 9

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Loki

Summary: your boss gives you a task you’re not prepared for.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

It’s a blur. Lust-addled, desire-driven, madness-inducing. You can’t stop yourself from clawing, nipping, licking, and rutting. You’re mindless with the need to stop that plucking. Yet each time you scratch it, the itch gets worse. Until you’re delirious, until there is only a dazed dim all around you. 

You come to slowly. It’s not an awakening. You don’t think you’ve slept. You’re just finally still. 

You smell of sweat and feel grimy. You remember the scald of a shower but little good that did you. You shiver as a coldness seeps into your skin. You touch the icy weight across your stomach and follow the arm up to its owner. Him. Loki. Villain and... 

Your husband? 

You try to push him away. He grumbles and opens his eyes. You nearly scream at the red orbs. He blinks and they clear to green irises and dark pupils. You frown and sputter. 

“What the heck?” 

“Mmm,” he grumbles, “are you not done with me, pet?” 

“No, no more,” you continue to push on his arm. “Please, off.” 

“What is the hurry?” 

“What time is it?” You ignore his protest and glance around. 

“Our time. Husband and wife--” 

“Ah, let’s just hold on that,” your teeth chatter. “Why are you so... cold?” 

“Hm, perhaps us gods run a bit cooler,” he smirks. “How shall you have me then, darling?” He rolls onto his back and stretches, displaying his naked form shamelessly. “Would you like to be astride or shall I take the reins?” 

“Please,” you hold your hand up to block out his nakedness. “I need to--” You sit up and your head pulses, “think.” 

You turn your legs over the edge of the bed with all your effort. You bend over your lap and hold your head as you try to gather your senses. You groan and push yourself up. You stand but only for a second before you’re hurtling forward. 

You don’t hit the floor as Loki catches you and just as swiftly scoops you into his arms, “now, precious wife, don’t be so careless. You will hurt yourself. You must rest. Especially after three nights of consummation--” 

“Three-- Three nights!?” You cry out. “You’re lying.” 

“I am a trickster but in this I am honest. As I have vowed to be in our marriage--” 

“Where’s my phone?” You wriggle but don’t have the strength to break free. 

He rolls his eyes and carries you around. You’re nothing in his arms. That feeling makes jars you even more. He’s upended your whole life. You almost forgot about the damn green curtains. 

“Put me down,” you demand as he carries you into the front room. 

“Darling--” 

“Down,” he demands. 

“As you wish.” 

He sets you on your feet and lets you go. You lean and stagger. Oh god. Your insides hurt. You feel so hollow like you could fold in on yourself. You babble and grab onto his arm. 

“Christ, what did you do?” 

“Oof, keep your mortal gods’ names off my person,” he derides, “I did as a good husband does.” 

You frown and squeeze him, leaning even though you can barely stand to touch him. 

“Can you put some clothes on?” You hiss. 

“Speak for yourself.” 

You look down and squeak. Shoot. He sighs and flicks his hand. In an instant, you’re draped in green silk and sleek satin robes swathes around his lithe figure.  

“Happy, dear wife?” He taunts. 

“Not really,” you grit as you walk forward, keeping hold of him as your legs wobble. 

“Please, darling, sit,” he guides you to the chair. “As I said, you will need to recover. You mortals are rather adorably weak.” 

He sits you down and turns with a cluck. He strides across the room and scoops up your phone, “ah, here it is. I did have to silence it. Rather pesky devices.” 

He hands it over and you take it. You croak at the date below the time. He’s really not lying. Three days. Of fucking? With him?! 

“Oh gosh,” you slump over as you bend your arm on the chair and lean on it. 

“Gosh indeed,” he snickers. 

“Stop,” you beg. 

“Stop? As worn out as you may be, darling, I must commend you. It was... delicious. I do enjoy it rather much.” He comes to perch on the other side of the chair and pets your shoulder. “Most unexpected, I must add. To say, when I first laid eyes upon you, I didn’t think you had it in you though I could see myself in you.” 

Without thinking, you hit his knee. You sit up and scowl, “do you have to be so gross?” 

“Gross? Where I’m from, sex is not so shameful. It is a past time. We enjoy it, a lot. Myself especially. And if I must stay on this cursed planet, I may as well have some delight.” 

“Why did you do it?” 

“Hm, from all the research I’ve done of your people, I was led to believe you would be ecstatic to be married.” 

“Ehhhh, never really was a goal of mine personally. Too much... work. And weddings are a lot.” 

“Oh, I agree. My last wedding was awful,” he agrees. 

“You’re last--” 

“Annulled, mind you. She slept with someone else...” his lip curls. “It is an acceptable reason to void if your bride lays with your brother, you see?” 

You look up at him, “Thor?” 

“Mm, yes,” he flicks his eyes up. “Eons ago. Suppose it should be forgotten.” 

“Wow, I’m... sorry.” 

“Sorry? It wasn’t you. How peculiar. You midgardians apologise for things beyond your realm.” 

“Well, I’m sorry it happened. Isn’t very nice to be cheated on,” you say. “And even if it was a long time ago, it still happened.” 

“You sound wise in these matters,” he says. 

You shrug, “not really.” 

You try to stand again and he stops you with a gentle pat, “darling, whatever you need, I will fetch it. I insist that you let your body rest.” 

You huff and fall back. You don’t have much choice. Just like every other step of your acquaintance, you are helpless. 

“Nothing, I’m just... thinking.” 

“I can make tea. Without extra sweetener this time,” he offers. You consider him warily. He shows his palms. “I’ll make it in front of you, should you wish. I do prefer a living wife over a dead one though and another dose...” 

“Another dose what?” You exclaim. 

“Well, I don’t really know how much a Midgardian can handle of that specific leaf--” 

“Just go,” you shoo him with your finger and close your eyes. “I can’t handle any more.” 

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

I’ve never done a request, and obviously you can say no. But I’d love to hear what you think the sleep tokens would be like with a gf/wife/whatever who had a baby and are not comfortable with the way their body has changed??

I’m 9 months post partum and I’m having a hard time with this, so, idk, you’re so good at writing.

Thank you ♥️♥️

Be kind to yourself mama, you grew a whole new life. ✨🤍

Vessel

Let’s face it, you were a muse to him before your pregnancy but the thought of you growing his baby alerted his brain chemistry. He wanted to be a part of everything. The smallest of things like your back or side itching was interesting to him. So he weathered the storm in your head for you. Jumping at any given moment to remind you just how beautiful you were.

That didn’t change after you delivered the baby. Hair tangled and unwashed for days? Still pretty to him. He would just offer to take your bundle of joy and let you have your time. Or if you need help he’s settling the little one and he’s right there in the shower with you. Sitting you down on a little stool and washing your hair for you. Shirt covered in spit-up and breast milk stains? He couldn’t care less you are still stunning to him.

So he sees it. The glazeqd look in your eyes as you feed your baby. Head thrown over the back of the sofa. Vess settles beside you. Handing you an iced water bottle. Waving a little waffle bar in front of you. One that you just look at before shaking your head. That’s enough to make him frown.

“Do you want a different snack?”, he glances over to the kitchen, “Frozen yogurt bites? Nutella on toast? Crisps?”. You shake your head at it all. “Okay… do you want me to cook you something. We have that brownie mix or I can make you pancakes?”, and you know he would because there wasn’t a craving that went unsatisfied during your pregnancy.

“An apple of carrots might just do”, you shrug. Vessel tilts his head to the side, “You crave sugar when you breastfeed. Apples are tart, well the ones we have are. I could run to the…”, you reach out pressing your hand onto his thigh. “There’s no need, we’ll just eat dinner later on”, you try to smile at him but you can practically see the gears turning in his head. He doesn’t push but his eyes are demanding answers.

“It’s time I seriously start thinking about losing the baby chub I still have”, the words feel sour on your tongue, and from the way Vessel frowns you can tell that it tastes just as sour to him. “Your body grew our child”, he shakes his head. “Yeah, but I want to fit into my jeans again”, you scoff, not sure why you were biting back at him. Vessel stands up, reaching for your hand, “Can you stand up real quick”, and it’s not a question. His arms are steadying you as you both move. The baby lets out an annoyed grunt from all the commotion. One that Vessel is quick to soothe with a couple of kisses to their head.

And then he’s careful dragging you towards the bedroom. Towards your biggest enemy. The full wall mirror. But he doesn’t let you halt as he pulls you right in front of it. Standing protectively behind you. Leaning in to kiss the side of your head, your shoulder.

“I’m starting to think that we see very different things when we look in the mirror”, he says. “Bet, you are a sex god and I am just…”, you start only to be cut off by Vess, “I dare you to finish that sentence”. And there’s an edge to his voice now. The protector in full force. You feel your eyes sting slightly. “You are talking shit about a body that grew our baby”, he continues, hands reaching for your sides as he pulls you against him. “You grew eyelashes, little toes, blue eyes here”, his fingers snake beneath the stained shirt, gliding effectively over your skin. “But I was pretty before this”, you hiccup slightly, watching him watch you in the mirror. “You were”, he admits before adding, “You’re gorgeous now”. Your heart skips a beat and you let a sob slip past your lips. Leaning your head back against his chest. Vessel is right there ready to kiss each tear away. Ready to breathe you in. Until you believe in it too.

iii

He had just come home after rehearsals. Arms full of shit he randomly bought at a grocery store cause Thursday was always movie night. He halts listening for the noises around the apartment. The bub should be having an evening nap now and at times it means you’re also napping so he doesn’t want to disturb either one of you. It’s the light sniffing that makes his senses perk up almost immediately. So iii is kicking off his shoes in a hurry as he moves towards the sound.

He finds you in the laundry room. Hands clenching onto a white dress he knew you had worn so many times back when you two used to go clubbing still. Your tear-stained cheeks kill him internally. He can handle lots of shit but not you crying. So iii is reaching out to you, making you jump ever so slightly. “Shit, I didn’t hear you”, you breathe out, quickly wiping your damp cheeks. But you know that the damage is done. He saw you. Lying about it would be pointless.

He comes to tower over you, both palms cupping your cheeks as he lifts your face so he can see you better, “Hey, what’s wrong?”, he muses. Blue eyes drowning you in. “Come here look at me”, he urges, reaching down to hold onto your thighs as he lifts you, setting you down on the washing machine. Parting your thighs so he could step between your legs.

You let out a deep sigh, “Just don’t feel like me”, admitting it out loud feeling just painful. “What do you mean by that?”, he has an inkling where this is going but he’s not about to jump to conclusions. Even more so not pointing it out because he doesn’t want to fuel the fire that’s already burning.

“Have you seen my tits my shirt straps are holding on for dear life”, you grunt, with a shake of your head. “Oh I’ve seen them”, iii can’t help but smirk, “wouldn’t mind seeing them more often”, he wiggles his eyebrows, tilting his head to the side so he can lean closer to you.

“iii”, you can’t help a little snort that slips past your lips. “What? I am an honest man”, he puts his palm on his heart before reaching out to squeeze your thighs, “Same goes for your thighs if I could I would be all over you”, he wraps your legs around his torso. You look up at him, “Yeah but I’m… don’t you think that I’m ugly now, not as hot?”, you ask, before chewing on the inside of your cheek. “Not as hot?”, iii raises his eyebrows, “Mama, you are the hottest. Sizzling hot, look”, he presses a finger to the swell of your breast, letting out a hiss before blowing at the tip of his finger as if he had just gotten burnt. You can’t help but let out a laugh as you shake your head, “You’re unbelievable”. A grin spread over his face, “No, you are unbelievable, unbelievably beautiful”, he pointed out, reaching to cup your jaw, “You brought life into this world that’s fucking breathtaking”, he muses against your lips before leaning in to kiss you.

ii

He has the baby sprawled on his forearm. Little koala straddling a tree trunk. He loves it like that. The little kicks growing into sleepy calmness. He’s mixing eggs with a fork with the other hand. Humming a tune beneath his breath, a new melody he’s been working on with the boys.

“I’m not going”, his happy bubble is busted with the sound of your voice as he turns towards you. “What do you mean you’re not going?”, he frowns slightly. Eyes falling over your curves and the summery dress you had on. Maybe not going was a good option. If he got the baby to sleep he would have you all to himself and if he could just yank the skirt part up…

“Look at me”, you huff in frustration making ii blink. “I am looking, I’m looking”, he nods not following your train of thought. “And?”, you say in frustration. He frowns slightly, “And?”, he repeats your question because he’s genuinely not seeing an issue or maybe the dress was new and he should have said something about it. “I look pathetic in this. I can’t go out looking like that”, you pull at the material of your dress before turning to the side, pinching the bride of your nose.

ii bounces the still half asleep baby in his arms, before carefully lowering them into the swing. He doesn’t have to see you. He can feel the tears streaming down your face. Each tear leaving a new crack in his heart. So he’s turning to you, reaching for your hand but you bat his arms away from you. “Nah, I ain’t having any of this”, he muses, stepping in front of you, pulling your hands away from your face, and guiding them over his torso instead.

“Did someone say anything about the way you look?”, he asks, “Cause I am not opposed to shoving drum sticks up someone’s ass”. You just shake your head, “Everything just feels different, I feel like every part of my body is not mine”, you admit, lip wobbling. “You were just pregnant, you’re feeding a child now and your hormones are once again having a field day”, he states firmly, “Why are you taring yourself apart for something so natural and normal?”, “I just want to feel like myself again”, you muttered, resting your head on his chest. “We can go clothes shopping if you hate what you have, clothes are meant to fit you not the other way around. We can go work out together if that would make you feel better and I am not referring to sex, although…”, ii trails off. “ii”, you grunt, making him smirk, “I’m just saying, if you need me home more so you could do more stuff that would make you feel better, you let me know and I will make it happen”, he reaches out, cupping your face. Carefully brush some of your hair away from your face.

iv

Ivy had a feeling that something had been off for some time now. You’ve been pushing his hands away from your body, or simply escaping his embrace. You stopped changing in front of him. Instead opting to take your clothes to the bathroom. But it’s the Sunday morning that does it for him. He had just settled the baby for the morning nap after feeding them the bottle. He hears the shower running and as if on out-pilot, he’s yanking his shirt over his head. Grabbing the baby monitor and walking towards the shared bathroom. He’s tugging at his shorts when his shoulder collides with the door. He frowns, reaching for the handle only to find it locked. A part of him understood your need for alone time but he much rather get told off and be shushed out of the bathroom than be locked out of it.

So he sits on the bed, right in front of the door. Waiting for you to come out. Not angry not frustrated, but feeling the need to finally bring this up. You unlock the door sometime later. Halting mid-step when you see iv sitting there. “I wasn’t expecting you here”, you chuckle slightly. “We always shower together”, he points out. You watch him for a moment. “You locked the doors”, he says softly, “not that it’s a bad thing, you can do that just… I feel like you’ve been avoiding me”. His words make your heart ache.

“And if I’ve done something to upset you, I would love to know 'cause I am too stupid to see that”, he gets up walking closer to you. You let out a deep sigh but don’t push him away this time. Missing his touch just as much. “I’m sorry”, he mumbles, and you shake your head, “You haven’t done anything wrong it’s all on me”, you let your fingers run over his arms as you think over your next words. “I just… I don’t look the same and I… I guess I was hoping I could bounce back and then you wouldn’t have to see me out of shape”. The sentence comes out like one big breath. You watchiv blink slowly. He opens his mouth a couple of times before closing it.

“I’m sorry but that’s the stupidest thing I’ve heard”, he shakes his head, “What do you mean bounce back? See what? I’ve seen everything. I put frozen pads in your nickers may I remind you of that, after putting that squirty thing to hose it down”. “It’s a peri bottle, not a hose”, you roll your eyes with a shake of your head. “Doesn’t change the point”, he shrugs.

“I just don’t like how I look and I guess…”, your voice dies down as you bite your lips. “Well, rock into my fucking garden. I’ve done a shit job of reminding you of how beautiful you are to me”, iv wraps an arm over your middle, pulling you close to him. “Should have seen through this. I just thought you needed alone time”. He presses his forehead to yours, “Not running a hate campaign against yourself. We can’t have that, love”. You give him a sad smile, “I’ve missed you”, you mutter. “I’m here and I’m taking over your worshipping”, his hands reach behind your thighs as he pulls you up and into his arms.

[sunni-stuff]

Hii! So I’m like so very sunburnt rn and I it’s my fault for not putting sunscreen on🤦🏻‍♀️ I’m in so much pain rn my whole body hurts and it hurts to move I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep with anything on that’s how bad I’m burnt☹️ and I feel like I need a big strong man (Simon) to baby me and take care of me.

Feel free to ignore this. But I love your writing🫶🏼

Poor thing, being sunburnt is the absolute worst! I have been there before and learned my lesson the hard way. I hope you're better.💓

Upon arriving at the beach, Simon warned you to wear sunscreen, but your eagerness got the better of you. His intuition told him that the scorching sun wouldn't be forgiving on your skin, and sure enough, he was right.

By the time you're back home, you are incredibly sunburnt. Your body feels like it's been rubbed raw, and every step is an agonizing pinch of pain; worst of all, not even a cold shower could quell the screams of your damaged skin. Wearing clothes was entirely out of the question, leaving you to walk around naked with only your loose bathrobe as decent cover.

Your whines draw Simon's attention while he's cleaning out sand from the back of his truck. In an instant, the task is forgotten, and he's by your side.

"Told you to wear sunscreen." Simon chides lovingly. He brushes your robe down carefully to inspect your skin, a cautious hand reaches out to touch on your bare back but quickly retreating when you whimper.

"I know..."

Simon sighs, and for a moment, he steps back, thinking of ways to help, his mind trickling back to ways he'd been in full-body pain.

Simon, being himself, disappears without a word, only the sound of him rummaging through your shared home, giving you a clue to his activities. Soon, you hear the bath running and head to your bathroom, where you spot Simon, half-naked, hunched over the tub, filling it with baking soda.

His broad back is facing you, muscles rippling and flexing when he moved. You see old scars litter his skin, deciding not to pay attention to the new ones you gave him a night prior.

"I already tried showering."

Simon grunts in response, shaking his head. "Ain't good 'nuff."

Standing to his full height, Simon carefully takes you by the waist, helping you undress, and tenderly guides you into the cool bath.

As you sit down in the tub, you feel that the water's temperate was just right, not too cold and not too hot, ensuring your skin wouldn't be irritated, a touch only someone as attentive as Simon would be capable of.

A content sigh leaves your lips and just when you thought that was the end of Simon's care, he surprises you.

Simon climbs behind you, delicately placing your back against his chest, though no matter how gentle, just the skin contact alone makes you bite back a sob.

"I know, I know, love. I got you." Simon cooes in your ear huskily. One hand holds you in place by the waist, and the other reaches over, grabbing the bottle of aloe vera gel, a remedy he keeps close after Gaz recommended it to him because why not?

Simon lets you go, opening up the bottle and rubbing the chilled ointment on his palms earnestly.

His hands make contact with your skin, and you squeal, the unexpected cold, slimy sensation causing you to shiver. Simon places a chaste kiss on the back of your neck in an attempt to distract you; he rubs the gel on your back methodically, guaranteeing full coverage.

In mere seconds, the aloe vera works wonders; your skin itches with an icy burn that counters the throb of your sunburn. You press yourself closer to Simon, allowing him to cover you thoroughly in the healing salve.

While Simon cares for you, his face is inches away from yours, praises fill your head. "You're doing so well, Dove."

Soon, your sunburn is a thing of the past. Simon leaves you unable to focus on anything besides the attentive work of his hands and butterflies whirling in your stomach due to his words.

"How do you feel?" He asks sweetly, pausing to gauge your reaction.

You nod weakly, head laid back on his shoulder, too engrossed in his ministrations to respond verbally.

♡! Happy fourth of July. I had trouble writing this bc my brain uses the words, "as" and "while" alot but I still like the way this turned out. 💞

Seeing the content look on your face, Simon gives your lips a quick peck, stroking your shoulders affectionately. Sunburnt or not, you'd still be his doll and he'd be damned if he didn't take good care of you.

P.S not proofread

[simpleeindulge]

An Itch to Scratch🔞

Info: fem/reader x Zoro, MDNI, Mature, implied masturbation, cunnilingus, vaginal intercourse, cock warming, enough plot to get to the point🔞

Context: You and Zoro have the same issue and come to the same conclusion.

The feeling was both unbearable and embarrassing. The unique situation made Y/N wonder if this is how Sanji felt most of the time when Nami gave him the cold shoulder. Why it was worse now, she couldn't guess, but she needed a release.

The two faithful toys Y/N kept clean and ready failed right when she was about to peak. The first toy just took forever, and the second was only half-charged and died right at her peak. Y/N wanted to scream at the loss of sensation and flung her toy at the wall.

"Useless!" She cried as she picked up the broken toy and dumped it in the trash. Y/N then went to the ship's bathing room for a long shower at full power.

This is hell, pure hell, Zoro thought as he scratched his scalp red.

He couldn't explain what was going on with him. His usually trained body was not cooperating with him. 'The Need', as he referred it to himself, had appeared that morning. He dealt with it as usual, like an adult, whenever 'The Need' arrived.

Only this time, it wouldn't go away. Oh, he would get his release, but not even two hours later, 'The Need' would be back, stronger than ever. Zoro couldn't explain it. Not even when he was a teenager did he need to jerk off this much. After jerk-off number three, Zoro ignored the 'The Need' when it appeared an hour later.

Training, just think of it like training. A form of self-discipline.

He then hissed as his hard, throbbing cock rubbed against the fabric of his pants the wrong way as he walked to the bathhouse on the ship. Maybe nearly drowning in a tub of ice water would make this torture stop.

Zoro had just turned a corner when Y/N nearly crashed into him.

"Oh! Sorry," She said, sounding moody.

Zoro noted her wet hair and flushed skin. Worse, he could smell the soap she used mixed with her own scent. Zoro heard himself swallow and covered his face to keep from inhaling more of her alluring amora.

"Are you alright, Zoro?"

"Fine." He replied gruffly.

Y/N sighed and was about to leave when a thought occurred to her. She grabbed Zoro by the opening of his robe and dragged him with her.

“Hey! What-”

Zoro stopped his protest as he studied Y/n's body. She was tense in her back and shoulders as if something was weighing her down. If she had just taken a shower, shouldn't it have gone away?

Maybe she had a problem, he thought, and hoped it would be enough to distract him from his issue if she was planning to tell him. He let Y/n take him to a storage closet and waited for her to talk.

“Do you remember that conversation we had at the bar about four weeks ago?”

Zoro glanced up and hummed as he thought about what she was asking. He made an annoyed sound when the memory wouldn't come to him.

“That's okay, you will in a second. Zoro, I need you to have sex with me.”

His dark eye widened, and just as Y/n said, the conversation came back to him in a flash. It started with Sanji chasing after a busty barmaid and ended with breakfast being late the following day.

Zoro had made some comment that Y/N overheard. Somehow, the pair made a pack to come to each other if they needed relief. But that was supposed to be a joke, right?

The hard cock in his pants didn't care if it was a joke or not and throbbed at the offer.

“Huh?!” Zoro said as his dick screamed at him to shut-up and take Y/n’s offer.

“Look, I wouldn't ask you this if I wasn't desperate. I usually can handle this myself, but my body is being a literal bitch to me right now.” Y/n explained as her cheeks flushed with embarrassed heat.

Zoro's face also flushed since he never expected a trusted crewmate to ask him such a thing.

“What do you mean you can’t handle it?!”

“I mean, I've tried and failed. I need something else! I need…” Y/n cut herself off and looked away.

This was a bad idea. Worse, she pulled Zoro into her issue. She respected the swordsman and trusted him, but this was so inappropriate.

Y/n bit her lip and said to him, “Sorry, forget what I said. It was stupid of me to ask.”

She then moved past him with her eyes lowered to the ground. His hand shot out and grabbed her arm.

“If we do this, we keep it to ourselves. And we don't make a habit of it.”

Y/n's head snapped to Zoro. She was ready to say he didn't need to give in to her request or feel obligated to help when Zoro untied his red sash and dropped his robe. God help her; her mouth practically watered at the bulge in Zoro's pants.

“Oh,” She said dumbly. “Wait, how long-?”

“All day,” Zoro huffed as he crossed his arms. “All fucking day.”

It was her turn to swallow as the air around them suddenly thickened. She wanted to move closer to Zoro and feel for herself how hard his cock was under his pants. Instead, she breathed slowly through her nose and out her parted lips. She needed to think. To evaluate the situation.

What I need, her body and brain said in unison, is to put that cock in my-

"Y/N."

Y/N's eyes flicked back up at Zoro. A smooth smirk played at his lips, and why not? He had something she wanted, and they both knew it. She could understand how it would stroke his pride to see how her breathing had changed and how her eyes darkened with lust.

The fact was, she had something he wanted, and Y/N could see the change in him as well.

“Please, Zoro. Just this one time.” She said in a heated whisper.

Fine, Zoro thought as he moved closer to Y/N. He picked her up and sat her on top of a crate. They could be adults about this and fuck like the crazed animals their instincts wanted them to be. Y/n blinked up at him as he pushed up her skirt and pulled down the lace panties.

I should be embarrassed. I should stop this. I should...

Y/N's mind stopped as Zoro dipped his head down, one hand wrapping around his throbbing cock. As he went down, Y/N simultaneously spread her legs and leaned back, careful not to topple over, but the crate was long enough to accommodate her.

Zoro released a long, appraising breath that made Y/N shiver and close her eyes.

"What a needy woman you are, Y/N. You're already wet." Zoro's voice rumbled.

Y/N cried out as she felt a smooth, wet tongue slide up her folds and flick at her clit. She squirmed on the crate and tried to close her legs as more of a reaction then a rejection.

Zoro slapped his hands on her inner thighs, making Y/N yelp in surprise. Zoro forced her bent legs down in a frog-like position to open her up completely to him.

He grinned up at her.

"I doubt it'll solve your problem, but I want to give this a try."

Y/N's breath stuttered, and then, her head was whipped back as Zoro dug on in. She wondered where he had learned. Her second thought was being grateful she had bathed. The last was purely worshiping her new god, Zoro's tongue.

"Fuck...Oh...fuck...Zoro..."

Zoro chuckled into her as he licked and sucked, added his fingers to throw her off, or when she dared to mention "god" in the mix. He edged her close, to the very fucking edge and then pulled away. The near-angry/desperate scream she made had him laughing and smirking down at her.

"ZORO! THE FUCK!"

"Easy there, pussy cat." He grinned as he moved over her, his cock in hand. "We're doing this together."

Y/N huffed as she panted. Her eyes were blown with lust, and her cheeks flushed as she gave him an impatient look. He chuckled again and rubbed the round head over her clit, then pressed it against her folds.

She hated the needy whimper that left her, but dammit, she needed to come already!

"Zoro...Please..."

The smirk was gone as Zoro felt a bead of sweat running down his near his ear and neck. He wasn't inside her yet, but he knew she would be warm and snug. Just one thrust and things would change between them.

"Y/N, you sure-"

"Yes! Please, god damn you! Hurry up before I dry up and go to Sanji-"

The cook's name was barely out of her mouth when Zoro pulled her closer and bucked his hip. The feeling was painful and delicious as her eyes rolled back and her body arched.

"OH! Fu-"

"You deserved that; I hope you know that."

Y/N laughed and smirked at Zoro, "Yeah, I do. But worth it."

"You brat."

Zoro then did something Y/N didn't expect, he kissed her. She accepted the kiss as her arms and legs went around him. What followed was 20 minutes of mind-blowing rutting.

Zoro wanted longer, but she was too wet and hot for him not to lose it just 6 minutes in! Worse, he had a feeling this wasn't going to be a one-time thing.

He held Y/N's wrist down as he let his world crumble as she squeezed the life out of him as she came. The sweet mewling sounds Y/N made his ego roar as his cock twitched side her.

His sweat-covered forehead rested on the crook of her neck, and he breathed in her sweet-smelling skin. Finally, his body felt satisfied enough not to bother him for a while, and he yawned as he felt ready to nap.

"Did you just yawn?" Y/N giggled as she pushed against him, but his body refused to budge.

"Need to nap," Zoro simply grunted as he wrapped his arms around her soft body.

"Zoro, your cock is still in me."

"Leave it. It's not hurting you."

"That's not the point. Zoro, get-"

Zoro then snored, and Y/n sighed as she wondered how long of a nap he would need before he let her go. She then yawned and prayed that her back wouldn't be sore later as she fell asleep under him, feeling satisfied at last.

[leftmostbongo]

In the Dog House

Short story

Title: In the Dog House

Fandom: Game of Thrones

Characters (Pairings but mentions of other characters): Sandor Clegane (The Hound) and Reader

Notes: Yeah, so. Yeah, reader is the daughter of a wealthy jewler and she spends a lot of time at the palace and junk and she's been doing a lot of naughty stuff with the scary watch dog (Sandor). Enjoysies!

The night you had been dreading for days was finally upon you. A “celebration” for Sansa and Joffrey’s wedding and you and your father were expected to be there as your father was a very prolific jewelry designer and friend of the Queen. The dress that was made for you was squeezing too snug against your skin and the fabric itched under your armpits as you stared out from the table with distaste. Your father sat next to you, chatting away with a lady and her husband, likely networking as he called it. On your other side, sat your friend who had been babbling about her recent endeavors with a knight she’d been seducing. You listened, absentmindedly but soon your attention was quickly drawn to the double door that swung open and revealed the young couple. And there, sauntering in behind them, was the Hound. Your heart  quickened at the sight of him, armour clinging tightly to his broad chest. Those wide shoulders that make excellent resting places for your thighs seemed to span forever. He caught you staring and fought back a smirk as his eyes trailed over you. 

You felt heat pool in your stomach but looked away before your father could notice your skin reddening all over. He stood behind the couple, looming over them menacingly, his big arms crossed in front of him as he gazed out over the room full of people but his eyes would always return to you, watching you giggle with your friend.

The night continued far longer than you wanted it to but the drinks kept you pleasantly numb to the snobbery. Your father seemed to have made a few friends as he approached you.

“Dearest, I’m making a trip back to the shop for the night with our new friends so I won’t be in my- HIC-” He chuckled drunkenly and continued. “I won’t be in my chambers this evening. You’ll be okay without me, right?” 

“Yes, Father. I’ll be perfectly fine. A quiet night will be nice after this evening.” You lied expertly. “Wonderful, my dear! See you tomorrow!” He kissed your cheeks and stumbled off to join his new friends. Several more wealthy patrons began to exit the banquet hall, drunk and laughing and you longed to join them. You were beginning to grow sick from all the ladies showering you with questions and backhanded compliments. “And how old are you, dear? You should be marrying soon!” And “Oh such a pretty face! You’ll have such beautiful children someday soon!” You wanted to tell them where they could fuck off to but you kept a smile plastered on your face until you could finally excuse yourself. Stepping outside into the courtyard, you took a deep breath, cherishing the cool air.

“Hello, pretty girl. What are you doing out here all by yourself, hm?” A familiar gravely voice spoke from the shadows. A smile pulled at the corners of your mouth and you turned toward it. “I was hoping you’d still be around.” You replied confidently. 

“Oh, you were?” The man stepped out of the shadows and into the light, his large stature lumbering towards you, menacingly. “And why’s that, lass?” 

“I’m bored and tired of everyone. There are better things to do out here.” You replied, causing Sandor to chuckle and glance around for any potential eavesdroppers. 

“I see. Where’s Daddy tonight?” He stepped just a little closer to you, enough that you could smell the wine on his breath. You wanted a taste. 

“He’s preoccupied. All. Night. Long.” You closed the gap between the two of you, running your hands up the broad planes of his chest plate. 

“Is that so?” He took your chin between his thumb and index finger and roughly tilted your head up.

 “Yes.” You practically moaned. His dark eyes watched your lips as he spoke his next words. 

“And what does my pretty girl have in mind, hmm?” He rumbled, his hand dropping to your throat and moving his other hand to wrap around your waist. “Speak up.” He ordered. 

“I want you to fuck me.” You whined as you held onto his massive forearm with both hands. You could feel your own wetness start to dribble down your thighs.

“Mmmmm.” He hummed as he pushed you back behind a large column, safe from onlookers. You had to stop yourself from making any more noise as he roughly pressed his thigh against your cunt. His hand remained snug around your throat, fingers squeezing just enough to make you squirm. 

“Tell me again, princess. Tell me what you want.” You loved it when he was like this. True, he was definitely drunk but Gods, it drives you crazy when he wants you this bad. He’s usually a non-verbal lover but when he drank, he told you what he wanted, how he wanted it and praised your every move. It was, for lack of better terms, fucking hot. “I want your big cock to fuck me absolutely senseless.” You whispered, grinding yourself against his thigh. With little time to even think, he crashed his lips on yours. It was feral, all tongue and teeth and claw. Your hips moved on their own against his muscular thigh, seeking desperately for friction. It was short-lived as he drew back with your lip between his teeth and released it, making a popping sound into your mouth. “Get your perfect ass down to my quarters. Right now and wait for me. I’ll give you what you need, little one.” He growled against your lips. He released your body from the wall he had you pinned against, and you adjusted your dress. You knew what he meant and your pussy throbbed. He was the King’s Guard so he couldn’t just up and leave. There were things that had to be done first. But when those things were done, he would come to his chamber and fuck you like the hound that he was. Rough and feverish. Not like the other boys who treated you like some fragile little doll. Sandor left bruises, marked you, made you bleed sometimes but you loved the ache that lasted for days. It made you think of him when he wasn’t there and reminded you of the dirty things you do together. You had to wear dresses with high necklines nowadays but it was worth it. “Do hurry.” You whispered, reaching out and touching his fingers at his side. He used to jerk away from you when you were affectionate like this but this time, he allowed your soft, little fingers to graze against the rough calloused pads of his massive hand. He surprised you by gingerly grabbing your hand and kissing your knuckles. A smirk spread over his face as he watched the blush heat up your cheeks once again. “Get moving.” He turned you around and popped you on the ass, causing you to yelp. He chuckled and made his way back into the banquet hall. You were very fortunate to find that you didn’t run into a single person on your way, which was always preferred for Sandor. Your father was not a fan of the Hound and you were certain he wouldn’t approve of his cock inside of his daughter. But that clearly was a small bump in your path as you quietly pulled the large door open to his room. It was small but the bed was big enough to fit his giant frame. A small shelf next to the door held a variety of things. Books that you gave him to read together, a couple daggers of varying sizes and a large bottle of wine sat on top. 

You had little time to continue looking around as the door opened and Sandor ducked inside. He had already removed his gloves and shoulder guards and proceeded to toss them down on the floor somewhere in the corner. His cold gaze fixed on you as he continued unlacing more of his armor.

“Take that off.” He ordered, gesturing to your dress. You obeyed him eagerly, tugging at the ties and pulling the fabric off of your body. “Seven hells.” He growled as you revealed your entirely naked form with your dress pooled around your ankles. “You were walking around all night with your pretty little cunt bare as a babe just to fucking do this to me?” He pulled off his thigh guards which allowed you to catch a glimpse of the outline of his cock, hard and aching in his pants. 

“Yes.” You answered, your mouth watering at the sight of him as he shed the last scraps of metal. “Naughty girl.” He rasped, taking off his belt and tossing it in the other direction. He reached over and took the wine off of the shelf and opened the corked bottle with his teeth. “Come here.” He said, after spitting out the cork and taking a huge swig of the alcohol. You shivered with a mixture of anticipation and the cool air that was raising goosebumps on your skin, but you kicked off your shoes and obeyed his command. Swaying your hips as you approached him innocently, you ran your hand down the length of his muscular thigh. He took in a sharp breath through his nose and pressed the rim of the bottle against your lips. He tilted the bottle up so you could sip some of the liquid while your hand trailed underneath his shirt to feel his strong stomach. He pulled the bottle away from your lips after you had taken what you wanted and attacked your mouth, his tongue tasting yours. You wrapped your arms around his thick neck, trying to keep your balance while he nipped and teased. He pulled back and trickled the dark liquid over your chest. Bending at the torso, he roughly sucked your nipple into his mouth. You panted desperately, holding his head to your chest, watching closely as he sloppily licked the liquid off of your breasts. 

His lips began to travel up to your collarbones, nipping and biting until he reached your ear. His tongue trailed heavily over the shell of it, “On your knees.” He commanded, an edge in his voice that had you down on the floor faster than he could get the last word out. Finally, he opened his pants and pulled out his mighty cock. You marveled at it for a moment, but Sandor’s low chuckle brought you back to reality. 

“My pretty princess loves this cock, hmm?” He reached down and took the entire bottom half of your face in his massive hand. You felt your pussy drip onto the floor and you whined impatiently. 

“I know you do, pretty girl. Go on, take it.” He squeezed your jaw and pulled you forward. With a muffled moan, you gratefully took as much of his cock into your mouth as you could. Your hands trailed up to drag his pants down to his ankles so you could feel his strong, fury thighs.

“Fuck, good girl.” He groaned. He quickly repositioned his hands to comb your hair to the back of your head, keeping it out of your face. Now he was able to guide your head, pushing and pulling you in a steady rhythm. You adjusted quickly and without warning, he began to fuck your face. “Been waiting for this all night… FUCK missed your sweet mouth, pretty girl.” The words were falling from his lips as his hips bucked into your mouth. You clawed at his thighs, leaving crescent shaped cuts but he didn’t seem to notice. Tears started streaming down your face and stringy saliva dribbled down your chin while you held your throat open for him. Your head was swimming from the wine and the lack of oxygen as he held you down to the hilt for a couple seconds. ‘MMMmmmmm good girl.” He growled and released you right as your vision began to blur and you heaved in a deep breath. He pulled you up by your hair, making you moan then he shoved two fingers into your mouth. “Suck.” Came his command. Your lips stretched around the large digits and worked your tongue between them, slurping and sucking lewdly. With his lips parted, he watched you intently. You couldn’t help but buck your hips impatiently and moan. He cursed and wrapped his arm around you, lifting you up and hooking your legs around his waist with his free hand. You could feel his length against your wet pussy just beckoning for you to slip it inside. But he carried you over to his bed and flopped you down roughly onto the blankets. You almost protested but stopped yourself as you watched him drop to his knees and settle quickly between your thighs. His wet fingers easily slid into your drenched pussy, curling up and sending delicious sparks up and down your spine. He sucked and bit the soft flesh of your thighs while his fingers worked inside of you, pulling sobs and yelps from your lips and causing your body to jerk and squirm. “Please, Sandor…” You begged, desperately fisting the blanket beneath you. 

“What is it, princess?” He grinned almost evilly. “Please… give me your mouth…” You almost sobbed as your pussy contracted and pulsed around his fingers, which slowed inside of you. “Mmmm” He hummed, his lips against your left upper thigh, so close but still so far. “Is this not enough of my mouth, little one?” He teased. You could feel your clit throbbing, begging for stimulation and you sobbed harder. “Pleeease please, I want your mouth on my pussy, please! I want your tongue to- FUCK” He cut you off by sucking your clit roughly and pumping his fingers steadily in and out of your greedy cunt. Stars swirled behind your squeezed eyelids, while your hands fisted the back of his head as he feasted on you. “Please don’t stop!” You sobbed out loudly, your thighs quaking around his head. He quickened the pace, filling the room with lewd squelching sounds and your combined groaning. His tongue flicked and rolled over your clit frantically, in perfect sync with his thick fingers bumping the sweet spot inside of you. “Cum for me, princess.” He ordered against your flesh. The next pump of his hand and the slurping of his lips against your clit sent you hurtling over the edge and your first orgasm of the night washed over your body. Your hips lifted off of the bed, but Sandors strong arms roughly held your pelvis to his face as he ravenously licked and sucked at your cunt. Your lungs released the breath you didn’t know you were holding as you shook and moaned, riding out your high on the older man's face. He pulled away with an animalistic growl, “That’s my good girl. You taste so fucking good, princess.” All you could do was gulp in air and shake uncontrollably. He moved above you, removing his shirt and tossing it aside. “Does my pretty girl want me to fuck her now?” He asked, bending at the torso to drag his teeth over your hips and stomach. “Yes! Please fuck me now!” You sobbed, pulled out of your orgasm haze by a sharp nip to the skin just below your breast. “Gods, I love it when you beg for me!” He snarled and straightened at the waist to spread your legs wider for him. Without warning, he plunged his cock inside of you to the hilt.  You screamed but it was immediately muffled by the large palm of his hand. You held onto his forearm with both hands, relishing the rough contact. “Shhh princess, you don’t want your daddy to come looking for you in the dog’s house.” He grunted above you. But his hips began to roll, steady and deep, filling you up every time. It felt like you were being cracked in half as you whimpered, pain and pleasure jolting across your nerve endings causing your eyes to roll back in their sockets. “Mmmm I know, pretty girl. Fuck, you feel so fucking good too. Such a perfect little pussy for me.” The praises kept spilling from his mouth and you moaned under his heavy hand, basking in his words while your pussy began to drip around his cock. The hand clamped over your mouth slid down to wrap around your throat while the other gripped your thigh so hard you knew there would be bruises. You choked on another scream as he brutally fucked you, hips slapping loudly against the backs of your thighs.  

“YES yes yes yes!” You croaked as you held onto his forearm. 

“My pretty princess loves taking cock from her big scary dog doesn’t she?!” He rumbled and attacked your neck, sucking deep red and purple marks into your skin.

“YES!!! Yes! Gods I love it! I love it!“ You sobbed, back arching into him as he bit down just above your collarbone, then licked the area lovingly. “That’s right… Ughh fuck. Fucking turn around.” He ordered, backing up and allowing you to move on all fours. You looked back at him over your shoulder and wiggled your ass. He slapped both hands on the globes of your cheeks and cursed when you let out a sharp gasp. “This perfect little ass…” He smoothed his hands over it, soothing the sting. He cracked his hand over one cheek and then the other. “I love that shade of red on this perfect little ass.” He chuckled maniacally, as your moaning got louder the harder he slapped your now burning bum. Just as the tears began to stream down your face and you felt like you couldn’t take it anymore, he plunged his heated cock back inside your soaking wet cunt. Your ass was throbbing from the beating and the wiry hairs adorning his abdomen and pubic area were scraping roughly against your stinging flesh. He began fucking you steady and rough, using your wide hips as handles while you pushed back to meet his thrusts. “Tell me who owns this sweet little cunt?” He grunted, reaching out to grab a fistful of your hair and pulled you up against his chest so he could keep talking in your ear. “Yours.. It’s yours! Fuck, Sandor! Please don’t stop!” You knew you sounded like a mewling whore but you didn’t care at that moment. This felt different to you. More desperate and passionate than usual and you wanted so much more of it. “Yes, that’s right. My good girl. Mine. All mine.” He wrapped his hand around your neck and squeezed, your moaning now a silent O accompanied by pitiful whimpering. But this allowed you to rest your head on his shoulder while his other hand slid down and began rubbing rough circles against your clit. 

“Only I make you feel this fucking good, sweet girl.” He rasped in your ear. “You want the Hound to make you cum, pretty girl? Tell me.” He moaned and you knew he was close too. 

“Yes! Please give it to me! Please make me cum on your cock, Sandor!!” You sobbed as best you could with his hand cutting off your air. 

He snarled and shoved your head into the bed, his fingers digging deliciously into your scalp. The next crack of his hips against your ass nearly made you shriek but you bit your lip as he began pistoning in and out of you. “Good girl, take it so good. My little princess loves getting fucked by her mean old dog, hmm? You gonna cum on this cock, princess?” He panted. Gods, you loved it when he got desperate for you.“Uuuughh Fuck Sandor!! Yes YES YES fuck YES!! I love your cock so much!! Fucking cum inside me!! Fill me up!!” You screamed and sobbed into the room as he reached under you again to rub your clit. 

“Yes, fucking take all of it. Yes, GOD’S-“ He bit down on your shoulder hard and you felt the warmth of his seed filling you up right before your vision blurred and your pussy contracted around him. You couldn’t even hear for several moments as you sobbed underneath him. 

“Yeeesss, I know, good girl. You did so good for me, princess.” He panted against your skin where he bit you. Then, he started raining kisses all over your shoulders and upper back. His sudden display of softness startled you but you didn’t dare say anything. This was new but much welcomed treatment from the stoney man. He stood up and pulled his softening length from inside you with a grunt, leaving you feeling empty. “Sandor?” Your voice sounded smaller than you intended as you turned to him. 

He picked up his dirty shirt from the corner to wipe himself off and returned to you with the article. “Hm?” He helped you to clean up as well, dragging the fabric over your oversensitive pussy to collect the mixture of fluids dribbling out of you. “Please let me stay here with you tonight?” You tried. He didn’t look up from his task. “We talked about this, pretty girl. You don’t want to get caught with me.” He finished up and tossed the article back down on the floor. 

“Please? Just this once…” You begged. You felt like you sounded like a little kid and winced as he shook his head and looked away from you.

"I don’t want anyone to treat you differently. You’re a la-”

“Don’t you call me that.” You stopped him before he could call you a lady. “You are no Ser and I am no Lady. You are the Hound and I am your Princess. I don’t fucking care anymore about what people think of that. I will fuck whoever I damn well please.” 

He chuckled low in his throat and pinned you back down to the bed and kissed your forehead, then your nose. “Such a feisty little one.” 

“Sandor…” You called his name again. His eyes searched your face, as if looking for the answer to his predicament. “I want to be with you…” You attempted one last time.

He took a defeated breath in through his nose and lowered his face into the crook of your neck. “Alright, princess.” 

[howdoesagrapewrites]

You should do one where reader just wants to spend time alone by themselves(whether it be the afternoon or morning) but hobie and pavitr won’t let them

𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙨

Cw: reader x lovesick!Hobie Brown x lovesick!Pavitr Prabhakar, overlooking toxic behavior, touching with dubious consent, oblivious reader, anxious attachment (Pavitr), suggestive, aged-up characters, reader's gender neutral but it is kinda fem aligned, reader knows about the multiverse but it's not clarified if they're a spider person, I already warned this but just want to say that just because the toxic behavior here isn't portrayed as negatively as my others fics doesn't mean I condone it.

Notes: while I was writing the first paragraph I was like "damn I should do this too" and started deep cleaning around my house. This triggered an episode and that's the reason I haven't been posting as much, I was cleaning. I'm actually on a break from cleaning /srs

You prepared everything to have some alone time this afternoon, you cooked your favorite meal, did an everything shower with your favorite products, you cleaned up everything yesterday so you didn't have to do anything today, and after putting on comfy pajamas, you sat on the couch with snacks and a face mask to watch a comfort show.

It was halfway through the fourth episode when you heard noise coming from your room, and see your boyfriends appearing into your living room, even though you told them you wanted to be alone today. You try and give them the benefit of the doubt, and imagine maybe the mission today was extra rough and they needed comfort, or they forgot about your petition, Pavitr had university, being spiderman, reporting to the spider society, Hobie was, well, trying to bash the president's head with a guitar plus the spider society stuff, so yeah, they had busy lives.

"Hello there, looking lovely" Hobie chuckled with his hands on his pockets, probably laughing at your face mask, Pavitr came in for a hug, you accepted, "ohh, self care day? Do you have any extra masks, I can buy us snacks? Wait- mumbattan currency doesn't work here, I forgot, anyways, is there any room left for us?" You moved quietly and smiled to let your boyfriends sit beside you.

It's not like you want them to go, but they do take too much space. Talking about the couch, of course... And maybe about your life a little bit, you loved them, but when you started your long distance relationship (between universes) you thought you'd have just a tad more time to yourself.

You can't concentrate in the show quite as well, thinking about what could make them forget about your you-day and still want to come, why did they always forget? They both seem to have pretty good memory, the zone off for a minutes, fortunately for you, it's the fifth time you watch this episode. Your phone rings and before you can grab it, Hobie picks it up, notices is not a call and hands it to you, it's the timer for your face mask, how kind of him to even set off the alarm to you since it's your day off.

You take the sticky sheet off your face and massage the serum into your skin as you start to walk to the living room, wanting to scratch the itch and address the subject you've had in your mind, you decide to soft launch it.

"Did any of you, read the chat yesterday?"

"Yes, I always do, Hobie does too, why?" Pavitr lies on Hobie's chest and mindlessly scroll through his phone while he answers you

"Then maybe you forgot that today I kinda wanted to be alone, you know, me-time? You also forgot last week, and the week before that..."

Hobie spoke "Sorry 'bout that, 'have bad memory, a flaw of mine, we can leave if we're a bother" it saddened you he saw himself as a bother, he just forgot, we all make mistakes

"Oh, I didn't forget, I just don't want to leave you alone" Pavitr responded with normality, he didn't like having Hobie speak for him, he regularly contradicted him in stuff like this. Hobie laughs and pata his shoulder, he laughed like a joke, so then it was probably a joke, even though you three were dating, they had their own things, so this must be one of them.

You sat down, you were on the right arm of the couch, and Hobie was in the left one, Pavitr was between you both, he didn't seem at all displeased.

You laughed at the show a few times, and a couple minutes in, you feel Pav's hair ticking you, he's sniffing around your neck.

"You smell good, like your regular scent but better, did you tried the body wash I gave you?" You nod and smile at his sweet antics "And your skin, you look radiant, jaanu" he kisses you cheek, then makes a face, scrunching up his nose at the taste, you giggle. "It's supposed to be good for my skin, not be tasty" you say in airy laugh, he pouts, "But I wanted to kiss you", "my lips have no serum" he looks like a kid on Christmas morning and puts dives right into your lips, you expect a quick kiss before going back to your binge-watching (that you'd been looking forward to all week) but he crashes his lips into yours with need, you try to pull away two times before patting his shoulder, Hobie sees this, and now manspreading on the coffee table instead of the couch, he grabs Pavitr's hair and lightly pulls, "give 'em a break, sweetheart" he obediently looks at him, dilated pupils and breath hitched, Hobie's hands traveled to Pavitr's cheek and he nuzzled on it like a cat, "We don't want them to pass out, now, do we?" Hobie's tone is firm, but still has that certain rogueness he always speaks with. Even though Pavitr's mouth isn't on you, he's still mostly on top of you, and his hands don't stop wandering in your sides, pinching playfully at the fat, kneading on your waist, you really wishes you could keep watching your show and then read the book you always say you should read, or organize that messy shelf that keeps stressing you out, but hey, is not like you dislike this, right? "You won't-?" Pavitr asks in a whisper, when Hobie takes his fingers off his mouth "I'll watch for now" his smile makes you bite your lip in excitement, it seems to have a similar effect on Pavitr, who grips your waist harder, and slowly goes to grab your hips, "Keep going?" Hobie asks, deep black eyes set on yours, it makes you flustered. He's asking for consent, he's very nice, and Pavitr did have your consent earlier, it's just he was a little... Excited, it's okay, because he's nice.

You have two very nice boyfriends, even though they're forgetful.

[peachhcs]

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oh my god. i love them so much and im so glad they are doing better!

mack is so fucking funny… wait till he sees all the scratch and hickeys all over will…

part 12/slight bonus! writing macklin's dialogue and banter is my favorite thing to do bc he obviously loves will and samy and loves to poke fun at will about every single thing

au masterlist

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11

"sooo, tell us about your weekend," thomas asked as soon as he got the chance once practice was over for the day on monday. the others circled in around him and the blonde just as curious to know too.

will flushed from where he sat at his stall cleaning himself up and preparing for a shower, "it was really good. we had a lot of fun."

"you gotta bring her to one of our parties. we're dying to meet her after hearing so much," eklund cut in with a little smirk.

the sharks players had been itching to meet samy since they found out she was their rookie's longtime best friend and girlfriend. they'd only heard stories and seen the photos.

"yeah, maybe next time or when she comes to a game," will hummed, glad his teammates were eager to meet her. it reminded him of boston and his linemates who were also just as excited to meet samy when they moved to plymouth.

"how much fun did you guys really have?" thomas poked some more obviously just in good fun, but also to tease the blonde.

"let's just say will's passenger seat was not in the right position when i got into it," macklin cut in before will could answer.

the bonde's face quickly burned in embarrassment as he eyed his friend to shut up.

"woah..did you guys go at it?" thomas continued along with a few snickers from the others around them.

"maybe," will tried playing it off. he didn't mind the teasing, but he did kind of mind telling them about his sex life because obviously, that was a pretty intimate and private topic that he wasn't going to willingly share with everyone.

"aw, come on. don't be shy. you totally did," ecklund roughed up will's arm in a teasing manner. all the hockey player did was shake his head slightly and play it off with a smile.

they seemed to lay off for now which will was grateful for. he escaped back into the showers to clean himself off and get out of the rink before anyone else wanted to poke at him about his weekend.

by the time him and macklin got back into his car, most of the guys were gone already so the blonde evaded any more questions they had. the two threw their stuff into the back and then got themselves situated in the front seats.

as will messed around with some things before starting the car, he didn't realize his shirt had ridden up and exposed a bit of his back. macklin was adjusting himself and snapping his seatbelt into place when his eyes caught sight of will's exposed skin and then the slight red.

"woah, you take too hot of a shower or something?" the brunette wondered to which will grew confused.

"huh?"

"your back is like red. you good?"

still, will was confused so he reached around to touch his back where the skin was exposed. he felt around, not feeling anything tender, but his fingers did brush over a line of raised skin.

"just let me see for a second," macklin offered, wanting to make sure his friend was okay. he helped will lift his shirt up more and that's when he saw more red marks running up and down will's back like someone attacked him.

"holy fuck, why is your back all scratched up?"

as soon as the question left his lips, macklin immediately knew and will remembered at the same time. the brunette scrunched his nose up, "dude, what the fuck. this too? jesus, how hard did you go this weekend?"

the blonde's face flushed in more embarrassment as he quickly pulled his shirt all the way down. "what? we didn't go that hard," will defended himself.

"how many times did you even fuck? i know the car was 1," macklin raised his eyebrow and will seriously couldn't believe he was having this conversation again.

"i guess 3. the other 2 were in my room," he admitted a bit sheepishly.

"oh my god. you're disgusting. remind me to never be in the same house as you two.," macklin shook his head like he was some disappointed dad hearing all of this.

"hey. if you had a girlfriend right now, i know you'd be the exact same, so i don't wanna hear it," will rolled his eyes.

"please tell me that's it. please tell me i'm not gonna discover anything else remaining from this weekend that has to do with that," macklin made a circular motion with his hand towards will, a look of disgust still on his features.

"there's hickeys on my chest, but that's it. swear it," will watched macklin roll his eyes hearing that.

"jesus christ, smitty. you guys are hornyyy, wow. i gotta go home and drink bleach so i never think of this again," the brunette shook his head which earned him the middle finger as will finally pulled out of the parking lot.

"you're so over dramatic. what happens when you get a girlfriend?"

"we won't be as horny as you two," macklin shot right back without mssing a beat.

"and what happens if you guys end up having to do long distance and don't see one another for weeks on end?" will raised his eyebrow.

"that will be none of your business," the younger boy crossed his arms.

"right. can't wait to see the hickeys on you then. i'll tease you all about it," the blonde grinned and macklin shoved him.

it was safe to say neither of them talked about the occurrences in will's car ever again. or at least until samy came back to visit. the younger brunette made sure to stay far, far away while she was in town again.

[mintmatcha]

i am so horrifically into virgin tomura in the modern au like if you are able PLEASE elaborate on him more im obsessed

"Yo, newbie!" Your voice cuts through the heavy beat of his music. "Need a ride home?"

Tomura doesn't remove his headphones. He just unties his apron and jams it into the locker, slamming the door after. His skin itches with how you watch him, twirling your little lanyard with your shitty smile.

"No."

"Aw, come on. I'm not letting you walk home- it's freezing out there." You pat your thighs and whistle low, beckoning him closer. "Come here, boy! Come on, get in the car-"

It takes a second for him to realize what you're doing.

"I'm not a fucking dog."

Your smile grows even bigger. "Oh yeah? Then, quit acting like a bitch."

Thump. Tomura's chest pounds and he's not sure why. Just one, weird heartbeat, just enough to knock him off of his guard. The sound blasting in his ear ends, a gap of static just before the next one roars to life. Your eyes crinkle as you watch him and you both know that you're won.

He follows you to your car like the dog he is.

"Hold on, let me-" You scramble over the seats, feet kicking outside the car as you toss bits of trash and clothing into the back seat. Tomura pretends not to notice the thong you've tucked into the glove box-- but he'll be remembering that.

"This is a shitbox."

"At least I own a car, bitch," you say, tossing him your phone. He barely catches it; the cracked screen eats into the pads of his fingers. "Put your address in and lets go."

Against better judgement, he opens the passenger side door and slides it. The heater is roaring, ranking out as much lukewarm air as it's little engine can muster. The warmth loosens his tight joints and for a second he's grateful.

Then, the sticky, sweet scent of fruit hits him, lingering in the back of is nose and in his mouth. It's peachy, maybe even melon, with some sort of something on the back that has him sniffing the air even as he grimaces.

"What the fuck is that smell?"

"My perfume, you bitch," you laugh, jamming the car into drive. "I'm going to the club later and want to smell good.."

"You smell like fucking..." He knows this scent. Tomura furrows his brow, trying to come up with it. "White gummy bears."

"That's exactly what I was going for!" You slap the wheel excitedly. As the car rolls into the highway, lights strobing by, Tomura finds himself watching how it hits the planes of your face. "Smell like a snack and hope someone eats you later."

You're pretty. Nice, too. There's no doubt that someone isn't going to snatch you up and spread you open tonight, probably someone strong and tall and hot-

"Whore." He says it and hopes you don't hear the jealousy.

"Aw, okay, Mr. Grumpy. Maybe take a shower and you'll find your own fuck buddy for the night.

"Some of us are ugly."

"I think you're pretty cute."

He waits for the punchline, the jab, the tease, but it doesn't come. The compliment, as weak as it is, just sits there between you, waiting to be acknowledged. He breathes in through his nose and tastes the sweet air again.

"Thanks."

"Don't thank me-- it's just the truth."

Just like the scent, that statement lingers, haunting him even as he leaves your car and goes inside his shit hole apartment. It smells like weed and burnt popcorn, but his mouth is still damn with the candy sweet thought of you.

"Yo, buddy, I'm going to the store for munchies." Spinner is there and already blazed, swaying side to side as he talks. "Want anything?"

Tomura usually says no, but today he surprises himself.

"Pack of gummy bears."

[iliketangerines]

sex pollen

a/n: if i see any bullying of zhang, i will actually bite your fucking head off. don't disrepect my homeboy just because he has a traditional haircut.

pairing: zhang x afab!recom!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), mating press, dubcon (bc sex pollen), overstimulation, pussy eating, finger fucking

you were going to kill Zhang for dragging you out here, you swear to fucking god you were going to kill Zhang once the both of you make it out of the forest

he had dragged you out into the forest to look at some of the greenery, wanting to feel the grass on his feet and his hands, and you had agreed because you had been itching to do so as well

back on earth, seeing greenery was a privilege, touching it was an impossibility, but on Pandora, it was everywhere, all-encompassing and overwhelming

and then the two of you had found a waterfall in the forest and stripped down to your underwear to take a dip in the pool, but when the two of you climbed out, it turns out he had forgotten to bring a compass

now, the both of you trekking back, trying to retrace your footsteps unsteadily, boots held in your hands and only your pants clinging to your moist skin

you’re starting to understand why the na’vi wear such skimpy clothing when it was blazing hot in the weather, and the clothing sticking to your skin was starting to irritate your senses

Zhang, on the other hand, is doing much better than you, fingers trailing along the trees and ears flicking every which way to listen to the fauna of the forest

he’s even humming a song underneath his breath, and you growl and continue to trudge through the shrubbery while slapping at another bug trying to bite you

looking back at you to make sure you were still there, you scowl at him, and he rolls his eyes, not noticing the root of the tree that was lifted off the ground

in an instant, he’s on the ground, hands planted into the greenery of the forest floor as he catches himself, and he frowns as he lifts himself back up and finds his hands covered in a yellow pollen

you struggle to hide a laugh as you grab onto his hand and help him off the ground, and he thanks you quietly, wiping his hands on his pants before rushing some dust out of his face

rubbing your eyes to get rid of some of the sweat and tiredness, the both of you trek for a few more minutes, and you nearly cry in relief at the sight of the compound coming back into sight

your footsteps hurry to rush back into the air-conditioned building, and you nearly moan at the blast of cool air to your heated skin

Zhang lets out a huff of air at the feeling, and he bows his head slightly to say goodbye to you as the both of you head to your separate rooms

the door shuts behind you as you strip off your dirty clothes, and you turn on the hot water and place yourself underneath the spray, moaning at the warmth

while the waterfall was its own type of refreshing and amazing, nothing beat a hot shower, and you soak in the heat, tail flicking and banging against the shower walls in pleasure

the rest of the day passes by idly, training as usual and then working out, and at dinner time, you shove food onto your plate, bits of it falling off the sides

as you sit down to eat, Lyle raises an eyebrow at you, saying that you don’t usually eat this much food, and you glare and growl at him, telling him to back off

he raises his hands, simply sending you a smirk and saying that he was just making an observation, and he goes back to eating his own food

and then you blink, confused as to why you had reacted so aggressively to Lyle making a simple comment about your food

today’s workout was just hard, and you were on your last senses

with that excuse, you go back to your own food, sniffing it carefully before shoveling it into your mouth

a sort of feral hunger has settled into your gut, begging you to eat and eat and eat, and after dinner, you can barely move, stuffed full with food

in your own preoccupation with your thoughts, you don’t notice how Zhang has started to load up on the food as well, plate just about the same size as you

when you arrive back at your dorm, your bed looks empty and sad, hard and cold despite the blanket and pillow you usually only slept with

your hands dig into your drawers, pulling out every soft bit of material that you can find, and you pad up your bed, filling every nook and cranny, fixing the clothing, ripping it apart and starting again until you’re satisfied

it’s a mish mash and mess, shreds of your torn clohing scattered about the floor and all over your bed, in a pattern that only your brain could comprehend

you crawl into your bed satisfied and curl up inside of the softness and let your tail wrap around yourself before falling asleep

the next few days, you feel sluggish at training, mind unable to focus, and you let your body move on instinct to Quaritch’s orders as you try to process through the brain fog

perhaps you were sick, coming down with something, could the recom bodies even get sick?

you’re not sure, but you know for a fact that you can’t seem to focus and let yourself settle into your military training as you turn your brain off

you had attached yourself to Zhang the past few days as well, unable to part from his side for longer than just a few minutes, but he seems just as obsessed

on breaks, his face can be found in your neck, nibbling on the soft skin, and your hands can be found buried in his hair as you purr contentedly

he shoves his clothing into your hands after workouts, soaked in his sweat and his scent, but you only chirp happily and nuzzle into him before scampering off to fix your bed

he sits next to you during meals, and you preen with happiness every time, leaning in closer to him to push the side of your thigh into his

Zhang lets out contented rumbles and presses his shoulder into yours, and you wriggle in happiness as you eat, a smile ghosting your lips

it’s a warm day, and you had just finished training and had made your way to the lunchrooms, tail intertwined with Zhang’s

you shovel food into your mouth, uncaring of how much you were eating, and as you stare at the empty plate, you crave for more

he seems to know and gives you his plate, saying that he’ll grab some more, long legs carrying him easily to the food area as you dig into your meal

Fike elbows at your side, telling you to slow down on the eating with a playful smile, and before you can even turn to respond to the recom, you hear the familiar pounding of Zhang’s feet against the tile as he tackles Fike, snarling and growling like a feral animal and telling him to keep his fucking hands off of his mate

just like you, he had been eating much more than he usually does, putting on more weight and strength onto his body, and you hadn’t noticed with your own preoccupations with your own problems

right now however, as you hear utensils clatter and the resounding shouts of the others telling Zhang to stand down and get off, you don’t move and only watch as Zhang acts like a wild animal

as he claws and growls, Lyle and Z-dog grabbing onto his arms, you feel a twinge inside of you, something angry and dark and possessive

you’re not aware of your own body as you rip Lyle off of Zhang, baring your teeth and hissing as you sink your claws into Lyle’s arms to get him to back off

Lyle lets out a shout of pain and anger, and he uses his strength to throw you to the side to get back at pulling Zhang off of a bruised and swollen Fike

Zhang ear’s twitch at the sound of your yelp and turns his gaze to Lyle, his eyes more pupil than iris as he hisses and struggles in their grip, shouting something incomprehensible

you breathe heavily, the world muffled and body much too warm to be normal, and you stare up at the ceiling as you try to focus back on your surroundings

standing back up, something pricks you in the neck, and you sluggishly turn around to find Quaritch with a tranquilizer gun in his grip

it’s the last thing you remember before you pass out

you wake up to a cold room, floor hard and unforgiving as you wake up, and you whimper when you feel cuffs digging into your wrists

heat prickles underneath your skin, and you groan uncomfortably at how your clothes stick to your sweaty skin and how the bright lights burn your eyes

the room is empty except for you cuffed to the chair, and you let out a low whine at the cold and harsh room, it was everything unlike your soft bed

thinking feels like a struggle as your tail lashes behind you, and your hips rut against the chair instinctively, trying to find some sort of friction as your brain slowly processes the claws of arousal deep in your gut

agonizing pleasure runs through you, and you whine and whimper as you keep rutting your hips against the chair, the friction of your underwear dragging against your sensitive clit

it’s only you and the sound of the chair squeaking as you uselessly chase for a pleasure that won’t come your way

no matter how fast or how hard you try to grind into the chair, your orgasm sits just out of reach, teasing and torturing you as it slips by your fingers every time

time seems to tick by slowly as you start to cry tears of frustration, and your hands clench together, trying to claw at the hard metal to get yourself free

the door opens in your room, and you can barely recognize the figure of your colonel in the room, his body flinching as he sniffs the air

he clears his throat as he uncuffs you, but his touch only sears your skin and your body flinches away from his fingers as he uncuffs you

his heavy hand grabs at the back of your kuru, and you’re helpless to let him guide you through the hallways, steadying your stumbling as you pant heavily and try to deal with the pain cramping in your body the longer he touches you

there’s the sound of something whooshing open, and then Quaritch gently pushes you into a dimmed room, the familiar scent of your bedroom hitting your nose

you rush over to your bed, nearly jumping into it before you realize that doing that would only ruin the carefully built fortress you had built

relief floods you as you bury yourself into the sheets, and you bury your nose into the linens as you sigh in relief, fingers curling into the soft material

a low whine leaves your throat as you hump your own bed, desperate for something more, and there’s a low sob as you bite your lip, orgasm still just a breath away from you

the door creaks open again, a sliver of bright light illuminating the room before it disappears, and you sniff the air, ears perking up as you scent Zhang

he rushes to you, pupils dark and golden irises nothing more than a razor thin ring, and you growl as he steps into your bed without your permission

Zhang pauses, muscles straining with the effort of listening to you, and you get up on your knees and tug at his shirt

hurriedly, he pulls it off and hands it to you, and you press it to your nose and search around your bed on the perfect place to put the soft material

as your hands press it into one of the creases, a small purr leaves your chest and your tail flicks behind you happily as you finally complete your bed

something clicks in your head, and you look back to Zhang, tilting your head for him to come in

slowly, he steps into the bed, and he brings his hands up to cradle your face, his breaths slow and deep as he fully takes in the scent of you and your arousal

and then it’s the clash of your lips against his, claws tearing and ripping at the clothing clinging onto your skin and his

his hands push and pull at the weight you’ve gained, groaning in appreciation at the plush curves, and your hands do the same, squeezing at his thighs and brushing over his soft stomach

his lips never leaves yours as you fall down onto the bed, back pressed into the soft linens, and he ruts his hard cock into the plush of your thigh

Zhang only pulls back to attach his lips to the curve of your jaw and then to your neck, teeth nipping at the sensitive flesh and sucking dark hickeys into your skin

your hands bury itself into his hair as you moan into the air, your hips meeting his as you grind against each other

he pulls a high-pitched whine from your lips when he moves further down and licks at your chest, sucking and placing long flat licks over your nipple

you whimper and arch your back off the bed, pushing your chest further into his mouth, and your legs part further to make way for his body as he shuffles further downward

his teeth bite into your nipple, his other hand kneading at your other breast and rolling the sensitive nub in between his calloused fingertips

he can’t seem to get enough of the taste of your skin, moaning as he teases your chest, and you can barely stand the pleasure swirling in his head

it’s a heat that crawls underneath your skin, one that melts your brain and only heightens everything that you feel, but his touch is only cool to the touch, soothing and calming the fire that burns your nerves

pleasure clouds your thoughts along with need and want and the overwhelming scent of Zhang

he stills your mind while also riling it up at the same time, bringing your head out a fog of unsurety and into the haze of him

his mouth detaches from your nipple with a loud pop, lips swollen and fangs lightly gleaming into the low light of the room, and he moves his mouth to your other nipple

never once does he stop rutting against the bed lazily, his hands kneading at your skin and your chest and everywhere else they could possibly touch

and his tail lazily sways behind him, content and happy with how he tastes and worships your body

finally, Zhang trails his kisses down your chest to your stomach, biting into the slight fat of your lower belly and purring in contentment at the sight

his hands part your thighs wider before he uses an arm to press the tops of your thighs into your torso, presenting your pussy to his eager mouth

he uses his other hand to part your swollen folds, salivating at the sight of your cunt drooling just for him and your clit aching for attention

you whine loudly, hands clawing at the sheets as his tongue presses into you and his nose grinds against your clit so deliciously

it’s too much and not enough at the same time, his tongue fucking into you and trying to find your sweet spot to make pleasure explode behind your eyes

Zhang moves his mouth up to your clit, tongue laying flat over the sensitive and swollen bud and dragging up it as his fingers goes to slide into your pussy

he groans at your taste, and you squirm and gasp underneath his as he sucks on your clit and curves his fingers up inside of you, the rough pads of them massaging right into something devastating

you whine and grab onto his hair with your hands, tugging and pulling at the strands as he laps at your clit, and he only groans as you pull at his hair

his gaze is focused on you however, his eyes meeting yours and watching your every move, how your chest heaves up and down and how his marks litter across his skin

it makes him growl and fuck you on his fingers harder, desperate to make you cum first, and small little whimpers are punched out of you at the pleasure

your pussy clenches around him, so close to your release, and Zhang knows it too, smiling up at you and flicking his tongue back and forth across your clit while his fingers press into your sweet pot

a loud cry pierces through the room as you arch your back off the bed and clench down on his fingers hard, cummong on his hand and letting the tidal wave of pleasure carry you down into the deep

there’s a haze in your mind that curls and coddles you, bringing you into its warm embrace, and you can’t think properly as Zhang fucks you on his fingers through your orgasm, making it last for as long as possible

his fingers slow down in their pace, and he detaches his mouth from your clit as he pulls his fingers out, eyes flicking to look at how your release coats his fingers

white and creamy and dripping down his hands, he places his two fingers into his mouth, tasting your release and moaning at how sweet it is

you can’t notice, head too busy in the clouds to really comprehend what was happening, and you let out a small groan as Zhang shuffles upward, hooking your knees over his shoulders and moving up until you were in a mating press

the length of his cock presses against your folds, hot and heavy and long, and you whine for him to fuck you, please, you need him to fuck you so badly

he licks his lips at your begging and slightly brings his hips back, just enough to line himself up with your drooling cunt and slowly slide in

tilting your head back at the feeling, you whine as he pushes in further and further, seemingly never ending, and you paw at the sheets, overwhelmed

Zhang groans and stops, giving you and him a breather, and you whine that you can take it, just please, you need him to fuck you, please please please

he lets out a slight grunt, saying that he was only halfway and that he needs to give you a second, and you blink at him owlishly and bite your lip, trying to contain a small moan

you already felt so full, you’re not sure if he can even fit all the way, and as if he catches the look on your face, he says he’ll make it fit, a rare smirk on his face

his statement distracts you enough for him to thrust in a little more, and it punches a whimper out of you as you gasp for air

he fucks into you slowly, hips moving back and forth, sinking you deeper and deeper on his cock until finally his hips meet yours, grinding into you and against your clit

stars trail across your vision as you gasp for air, and you whine and groan, the small tears in your eyes falling at how stretched you felt

Zhang kisses the small tears away, and small whines and whimpers escape from you as you try to calm down and adjust

you’ve never felt so full, so full of him and surrounded by him, ever bit of his skin touching yours seems to send your brain in a fritz, and the sound of his heavy breaths as his eyes stare into your sends you heart into a frenzy

soon enough, the pleasure outweighs the pain, and your hips slightly rut into his, begging him to move and fuck you, the instincts in your body driving you to have him

he wastes no time, hips grinding and then fucking into you ruthlessly, the sound of wet slaps echoing in the room along with both yours and his moans

with every thrust, his pelvis slaps against your clit, sending jolts of pleasure into you, and he keeps eye contact with you, refusing to let you look away from him

it makes you whine and your head to grow fuzzy, and you can’t help it as your cunt clenches down on him and you cum on his cock

a growl escapes from his throat at how your pussy hugs his cock, but he keeps fucking into you, hips never faltering or stuttering as he fucks you through your orgasm, trying to chase his own and fill you with his seed

his thrusts are relentless and brutal, bullying your walls, and you let him drive you into overstimulation, cries and sobs leaving your throat

with a barely noticeable stutter of his hips, he groans deep and leans his head down to rest his forehead against yours as he cums into your abused cunt

and yet, he still doesn’t stop, fucking his cum deeper and deeper into you as he paints your walls white

his pace slows down eventually, the last bits of what he had to give you filling you and seeping out onto the sheets of your bed

the both of you pant, and he moves your legs from his shoulders to wrap around his waist

but he stays buried deep inside of you, and he presses his weight into your body and also slots his lips with yours

you sigh into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and closing your eyes as he moans into your mouth and hums at how your legs squeeze his slim waist

it was strange how quickly you had grown attached to him, but the thought flies from your mind when he parts from your lips and flips you around so that your ass is high in the air and so that your face is smushed into the softness of your bed

he mutters that he needs more, needs to fuck you again, and you whine as he fucks into your overstimulated pussy, one hand reaching underneath you to rub at your swollen clit

in the research room, Quaritch sighs when he hears from the scientists that you and his best sniper wouldn’t be available for at least a week, something had triggered your heat and Zhang’s rut, and all of you were helpless to nature

[doki-doki-imagines]

author note: @kenruu told me this idea couldn't stay in the dms and I wrote it. I'm really sad thanks to uni so I can't really say if this is good or not. Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy it.

Sae is a man with a precise objective, being the best midfielder in the world. “It’s simple” Sae thinks, he has the talent, works hard, it’s obvious he’ll be able to do it, and his mind never wavers. Football is his whole world, his only thought.

Then Sae met you, and it’s not like his world changed, he kept training and winning, just, this time, in a little chink of his brain you started to grow, filling that little space with info of you.

“They would like this” “If they saw this their reaction would be so cute” it doesn’t happen often to be thinking of you, but when it does a dumb smile plaster on his face.

Until it’s not a seldom thought, but it becomes relentless, a thrum he can’t brush away, and honestly? Sae wants to vomit.

Sae hates it, every time he imagines your face his chest roar, and he can hear the blood rushing to his face, every time he thinks he’s gonna pass out like a fool on the ground.

At first, it was something happening only inside the closed door of his mansion, maybe you sent him a cute video or just told him about your day and Sae was fine with this; he can look like a dumbass fool in his own house, but not on the field.

Sae can’t stop thinking of you, football isn’t his main objective anymore and for the first time he feels weak, football is his entire life, he is nothing without that; damn chink and damn your smile, your cute face your fucking entire being.

And it doesn’t matter how many times the red hair hits his head against the cement wall of the stadium, hits it hard enough to break skin and leave blood, he can’t get you out of his mind.

“Sae, I don’t know what’s wrong with you, but if you want to play the next match you need to pull your shit together.” His coach told him after the umpteenth missed cross.

Breath gets stuck in his throat, Sae feels like he just got stabbed in the heart; he must put a stop to this situation.

“Get out!”

“I’m coming Sae, did something happen?”

This is why he is now in front of your house, 3 hours before the match starts with blood in his eyes, and fists tight on his sides.

“Tell me you hate me.” Your eyes widened, this looks serious.

“Sae you know it isn’t-“

“I’m in love with you and- Shut up! Don’t you dare open your mouth, let me finish-“ He has his teeth bared, index finger up pointing at you “And you have to reject me, I can’t go on like this.”

It’s like a cold shower, for sure not what you expected to hear on a normal Thursday afternoon.

You keep your lips sealed, you can see in his irises a little quiver, but he keeps looking at you straight in the eyes, his index now down, hand moving like he wants to throw something on the ground, maybe a thought he preferred to scrap instead of voicing it.

“Please, I need you to reject me” He shuts his eyes, and curl his nose in his typical disgusted expression, you notice small tears hanging on his reddish lashes now rolling down his cheeks, bottom lip wounded, red by the incessant bit of his canine.

You never saw him so desperate, so vulnerable, if you listened closely you could hear cracks every time he tried to speak up.

“Are you even listening to me” Sae's voice is harsh, as always, but there is no bite in his words. You take a step closer and constrain every muscle of your body to stay there, don’t move.

Crack.

“I need to concentrate on football, there is my entire life at risk here-“ A sigh breaks his phrase, and you feel your heart cracking “I-I don’t want to like you anymore” he brushes his little fringe back, arms moving around and feet moving back and forth without making a real step; he looks so nervous.

Crack.

Your breath itch, you feel your heart in your throat, not because of his words, but for how desperate he sounded; you don’t want to hear him like this ever again.

You get closer.

“Fuck, say something! Don’t just look at me with those dumb puppy-” You sprint, your hands reach his jaw, your fingertips are so soft and Sae's lips change into an ugly, wobbly grimace, eyebrows furrowed.

Your lips press on his, it’s fast and delicate, if he closed his eyes he wouldn’t have seen it. You pull away, but don’t put space between your bodies, lips a whisper away from each other.

“I’ll be the one-“ one of your hand leave his jaw to brush away some red hair that sticks on his cheek “to bring you to victory, let me work my magic” He is looking at you dumbfound, his irises wobbly.

You kiss him again, but this time you grip the back of his hair to push him into a more forceful kiss.

Crack. He feels like something in his heart break, everything hurt and his hands tingle so much they hurt. Something must have been broken.

Sae this time reciprocates with equal, if not even more, passion, his hands finally find peace on your back, low on your back, pushing your body impossibly close to his.

You break the kiss, breath heavy a string of saliva still connects your mouths, you are fast at removing it.

“Go and win that match.”

Sae nods, a dumb smile plaster on his face, but you can barely see it as he laid his head on your shoulder. He kisses you again, just a simple press of lips, and runs back towards the stadium, new life on his legs reinvigorated more than ever.

“Maybe loving you and football can coexist in my head” He thinks.

For sure that night your magic did work.