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The Poisonous Fangs (INCOMPLETE)
A vampire cradles their dying human friend in their arms. They have a limited amount of time to convince them to let them turn them into a vampire.
Vampire!Harry
Sneak Peak
Part 1 - POSTED 8/17/2023
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Morning, Baby (INCOMPLETE)
Y/N wakes up in bed next to her dad's bestfriend, Harry, one morning. Confused at where things lie, she wrestles with if the relationship is worth the risk.
Dbf!Harry
Sneak Peak
Part 1
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I noticed the writing is small, so just a disclaimer! Unless stated otherwise, all blurbs/pairings in this section are one-offs. Meaning its not necessary to read the other ones in that universe for stuff to make sense! Though if you do, thank you :)
Sul Sul! Sim's community. Does anyone know some build/buy creators that do commissions for like posters and such? I want to add some of my fav niche bands to my game, but, i cannot get Sims 4 Studio on my mac to work (idk how to fix it, if anyone is skilled in this pls let me know bc it's been like this for 2 years now lol)
I'd love to commission someone!! i just dont know how to find that person loll.
Summary: You're out with friends celebrating your birthday when your ovulation tracker tells you you're at peak ovulation. Harry wastes no time in getting you to the bathroom so he can give you your birthday present.
A/N: This was requested! I did this one really quick y'all (sorry if it's bad 🙈)! Just wanted to get a little something out this week before Thanksgiving!
Word Count: 3,387
Warning: mostly plotless smut, breeding kink, trying for a baby, semi-public sex, bathroom sex, exhibitionism.....
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“I think you're ready for your present now,” Harry whispered in your ear, his breath slipping warm down your neck in a way that made your spine loosen. Even right there in the restaurant among all of your friends.
You didn’t turn toward him. You were doing your best to look like a woman paying attention to Pammy’s story about her brother moving to Portugal, not a woman with her husband’s hand already halfway up her thigh.
His fingers had been there since the oysters hit the table. At first, it was harmless, with his palm resting over your knee and his thumb brushing softly. Then his knuckles slid higher and with them your dress. Then he squeezed. Just enough to make your pulse stutter.
And of course, he knew you weren’t wearing panties. You’d planned to surprise him with that. It was going to be a fun, flirty little secret, until he’d pulled you close in the foyer before you'd left the house, smoothing his hands over your hips, down the silk of your dress, pausing when he didn't feel the usual catch of fabric that would typically be underneath. He'd tried to lift your dress to check, but you batted his hands away so you could leave on time, telling him he could give you your present later.
Now, tucked into the dim glow of the restaurant, your ovulation app had the worst timing imaginable. It had buzzed right when he parked the car, the subtle ping popping up on your watch to remind you that your peak was close. And any second now, you’d get the peak alert.
“You said this place was classy,” you whispered without moving your smile, trying to stay tethered to the light conversation at the table while your body was more focused on what he was doing under the table.
“It is.” His voice dipped low, amused. “But what's more important?” His fingers grazed forward again, slipping beneath the drape of your dress until he found the hot, sensitive place he wanted. “I need to put a baby in you.”
You set your fork down, turning your head toward him. He was already leaning in, lips brushing your jaw, absolutely unbothered by the fact that anyone could see just how heated things were getting in your little corner.
“You want your present, honey?”
Your thighs parted open for him… the only answer he needed. Yes. You wanted your present. The two of you had been trying for months to get pregnant, and you wanted it so badly you could taste it. Wanted his baby. Wanted all the messy, intimate steps that got you there (which was the fun part, you thought).
His hand slid higher, and he dragged two fingers through your heat, gathering you like he was already imagining what he’d be doing with it later. Then his thumb pressed in slow, coaxing circles that made your breath skip.
You kept your smile fixed, answering someone across the table even though you couldn’t recall a single word. All while Harry just sipped his Negroni, thumb working you open under the table like it was nothing.
Then your watch buzzed. You glanced down, discreetly as you could manage, and the soft pink glow of the screen lit up.
Ovulation Peak: NOW
Highest chance of conception.
You angled your wrist toward Harry to get his attention, but he was already watching. Already waiting. His hand stilled, then he dipped his head, lips brushing your ear.
“Time for some gift giving.”
You gave a tiny laugh as he slid his hand away, already rising from his seat. He didn’t even bother with the polite pause as he nudged your chair back with his knee and guided you upright with a firm hand at your lower back.
“We’ll be right back,” you said breezily.
Everyone at the table watched, amused, unsurprised, as you and Harry made a beeline toward the restrooms.
It was probably insane, but this wouldn't be the first time you'd both done something like this. At this point, all of your friends were in on the secret, whether you liked that or not.
Harry didn’t slow down once you were out of sight of the table. His hand stayed firm at your back, guiding you past the service station and down a narrow hallway trimmed with soft amber lighting. The restaurant itself was one of those sleek, modern places where everything felt so posh.
And right at the end of the hallway, there was a row of single-person restrooms, each with its own door, its own sink, and its own little marble counter. Perfectly private.
Harry didn’t hesitate. He pushed open the first empty one, glanced inside, then tugged you in with him.
The lights flicked on automatically in a warm, flattering, golden light. The kind that made the room feel… intimate? Even for a bathroom. Everything gleamed. White marble sink, brushed brass faucet, a wall-sized mirror that made the small room feel bigger than it was.
Harry closed the door with his foot and locked it quickly.
“Perfect,” he said.
It wasn’t big. There was barely enough room for a sink, a small shelf beneath it, and a little bench against the far wall. But it was private. And quiet. And the music from the restaurant filtered through only as a soft thrum.
You stood with your back to the door, heart pounding so hard you could feel it in your fingertips. Harry stood in front of you and placed his big palms on your hip, eyes raking down your thin silk dress to take in every detail of you, flushed and breathless and ready.
His tie was slightly crooked, but his curls were still neat. His eyes were dark in the soft light. He looked as hungry as you felt.
“What do you think? Ready for your birthday present?” he teased, sliding a hand up your thigh and pushing the flimsy material of your dress upward. He leaned in, mouth brushing your cheek, his breath washing against your ear. "It's ready for you right now.” He pushed his hips against yours, and you felt just what he meant. The hard line of him was warm and thick already.
“I want it so bad,” you whispered back, breath shaky as you smoothed your hands up his arms. “Need you to give me a baby, Harry.”
He huffed a warm laugh before pressing your back against the door and lifting your thigh to hitch over his hip, lips at your jaw. “You been wantin' a baby for too long…” His warm lips slid gently down to the delicate skin of your neck. "Time to make it stick."
He cradled your thigh, holding it steady at his hip as he rutted against you and mushed his mouth over yours in a bruising kiss. You moaned and reached down to undo his belt, no longer patient enough to wait another moment. Plus, you two were in a restaurant. It wasn't like you could just take your time.
“Harry,” you whispered, heat rising under your skin as you slid the leather through the metal, clinking as it draped. His button and zipper were next.
He parted from the kiss and looked down as you opened his pants up and then cupped your palm over the heavy lump protruding from his underwear. He throbbed against your palm, and Harry made a strangled, hungry sound deep in his chest. "Told you it was ready."
He grinned as his hands locked under your thighs. With a single, sharp intake of breath, he lifted you, the flimsy black silk of your dress bunching up around your waist, exposing your bareness as he moved you to the counter. Your bottom landed with a surprising, cool shock against the polished white marble sink, your legs automatically widening as you adjusted.
The coldness was instantly forgotten as he shoved his pants and boxers down to his knees, not bothering to remove them entirely, and stepped between your spread thighs. You'd been slick since back at the table, and Harry was already rock hard, the heat radiating off him in waves.
He nudged your knees wider, his hands framing the wet, open entrance he was aiming for. You tipped your hips up, begging him closer with your eyes. Your ovaries were aching for release, and you were so swollen your body was practically begging to be bred.
“You’re so ready for me, honey,” he groaned, the rough sound vibrating in the small, reflective room. “So creamy. Look at you.” His eyes were fierce, dark with a single, overriding purpose.
He ran his palms up your thighs and then clamped them onto your hips as he stepped closer. You reached down to grab his cock and watched his face as you guided him, just pressing the blunt head against your slick opening and painting his tip through your folds. His eyes flitted up to your face briefly before he focused on your pussy and watched you swallow him in one deep, long stroke. The sudden, intense fullness stole the air from your lungs. You arched your back, driving your shoulder blades hard against the cool, glossy surface of the mirror behind you, the sound of the impact swallowed by his moan.
“Ah! Harry!”
He was already moving, his hips driving forward with a furious, grinding rhythm, the hard edge of the marble sink pressing into the front of his thighs. He fucked into you with full-body thrusts, his pelvis hitting yours, your thighs bouncing with the force as your slick gushed around his cock and dripped down to coat his balls. The counter rocked under you. Every hard, dragging stroke echoed off the cold tile in sticky, slapping wet sounds you couldn’t even pretend to mask. Each thrust was deep, and the view for both of you was obscene.
“That's it,” he rasped, hot air flooding your ear as he braced his forearm against the mirror beside your head like he was trying to anchor himself in your womb. He shifted his hips, angling himself up and in, hitting a spot that made your eyes roll back. “Gonna fuck a baby into you right now, yeah? Get my girl knocked up on her birthday like a good husband should?”
You didn’t care who could hear. Could’ve been twenty people outside that door, and you’d still be begging for it. Ovulation brain was a real thing.
The sound was shockingly loud in the silence of the private bathroom: the wet, rhythmic plapping of skin, of your moans, and the deeper, resonant thud of his pelvis connecting sticky with yours. You had no intentions of stopping. You wanted a baby, and your insides were screaming for your husband's semen.
“Y–yes,” you gasped, clutching his shoulders, dragging him closer, and forcing him deeper. “Put it in me, Harry. Give me your baby. Breed me, I need it.”
“Fuck,” he groaned, cock throbbing heavy inside you as his hips stuttered for a moment when your words hit him. He pulled one hand from your waist and dropped it between your legs, two fingers sliding over your puffy clit. Soaked. Slick. Desperate for friction. "Yeah? Want me to breed you, baby?"
You nodded and whined as he rolled into you. Your body wrapped around him, warm and wet. He pressed down hard and started to circle your clit rough and fast, in sync with his thrusts, dragging your orgasm toward you like it was tethered to the tip of his cock.
Inside, he filled every inch of you, spreading your walls wide as he fucked in. Outside, his fingers kept you teetering on that burning edge. You were going to explode, split apart, die right there with your cunt milking his cock and the air full of sex and sweat and pure, animal need to procreate.
A desperate, high-pitched moan tore from your throat, echoing off the shiny tiles and the large mirror. You couldn't be quiet, couldn't hold back. You were like another woman when you were ovulating. Nothing else mattered but getting fucked and taking your husband's cum.
“Gonna stuff your fertile pussy full…” he hissed, voice breaking. His own breathing was ragged, his thrusts accelerating to a frantic, sloppy pace. His fingers were relentless, driving you up the wall of sensation. “Need to make you a mommy…”
Your hips bucked up, trying to meet his impossible depth, the cold marble digging into your skin forgotten as your body prickled with heat and need. His thumb pressed and slid just right, and the desperate friction between you, the wet, pulsing heat of him inside, had you almost toppling into your orgasm already. You were a breath away, your body arching, already tightening around his cock, preparing for the violent release.
KnockKnockKnock!!
The sudden, loud rap on the door was jarring. Harry hissed and slowed, but didn't stop thrusting. You froze, a choked gasp caught in your throat, your climax snatched away by the sharp intrusion. Harry, however, only paused for one heavy, guttural breath. His eyes closed tight in a mixture of pure need and fierce annoyance.
“Hello? Guys? Sorry to interrupt your… fertility mission,” it was Isaak's voice, clear and slightly muffled through the thick door. His tone was amused but completely without malice. “We just need your card for the check! So, uh… come out soon, alright!”
“We’ll be right out!” Harry grunted, his voice low, breathy, and absolutely thick with the sound of what he was doing. And as he spoke the words, he slammed his hips home, deep and hard, his thumb pressing down on your clit and smearing your arousal faster now.
He gripped your hip tighter, bent his knees, and started pounding into you again… harder now, rougher, a man on the verge.
Your pussy was soaked, creamy, fluttering around him, sucking him in deeper with every thrust. His cock glistened each time he dragged back, smeared with your slick, and when he bottomed out again, you felt the ache of him hit your cervix.
His cock was so hard and thick, and you were so wet and puffy. Every time he dragged back, your pussylips clung to his shaft, smearing slick all over. He grunted as he thrusted, picking back up to the harsher, faster pace. Strings of your arousal clung to the root of him, and he slid back and then shoved in again. The gloopy, slushy sound mixed with panted breaths and moans echoed off the walls of the tiny bathroom.
You began to feel the edges of your orgasm build again. A slithering, warm heat that wound through your belly and slid deep into your womb. You gasped, fingers flexing into his shoulders as you hung on, and his eyes shot up to your face.
He cooed at you softly, eyebrows pulling together as he felt you squeezing around him. His long cock urged you to the end. His thrusts were desperate as he buried in and dragged back, before sinking his whole dick back into you. "Baby… there y'go…"
You fell forward as your orgasm snapped loose, violent and hot, muscles squeezing tight around him like you could wring every drop out of him. And you wanted to. You wanted every bit of him tucked deep inside. Your fingers slipped into his hair and pulled as you cried his name.
Harry gasped, slammed deep one last time, and pumped inside you with a raw, brutal groan. "Fuck!"
Thick pulses of hot cum flooded your insides, filling you so full it made your back arch, your hips tremble. You could feel it, every spurt, every throb of his cock, stuffing you full of everything he had. He pressed his mouth to yours, rutting deep into your guts, jerking as he emptied into you.
He stayed inside, grinding his hips lazily so he could push it deeper, make sure not a single drop went to waste. You kissed slowly, bodies smearing together, reaching for the last shuddering taste of your orgasms together.
You clung to him, breathless and dizzy, legs spread wide on the counter, pussy dripping full of his come, walls still fluttering as the ache inside you slowly subsided. He wrapped his arms tight around you and breathed hot against your cheek, needing a few moments to catch his breath.
He let out one last shaky exhale. “Feels like it worked this time,” he breathed against your neck.
You breathed out a laugh. “Yeah. Feels like I got all of it,” you whispered back, your fingers drifting through the hair at the nape of his neck, completely undone now, curls sticking up in places you’d definitely caused.
“Yeah? Milked me good this time,” he said, lifting his head to look at you, eyes still dark and soft. “Wanna see you pregnant so bad.”
Your cheeks warmed, and you chuckled. “We're insane for doing this.”
That tugged a quiet, breathless laugh out of him before he finally eased back, hands sliding to your waist. “Can't be sane when you look like this, wantin' my baby…" He watched as he slid out and then reached for the stack of paper towels against the wall. "C’mon, honey,” he murmured, helping you down gently from the counter like your legs might not cooperate. “We gotta clean you up before we go back out there. Or else the whole restaurant will know what we were just up to.” He grinned wide.
You snorted. “Might anyway. Our friends already do.”
You both took a moment to clean up, laughing under your breath, bumping shoulders, whispering things that would’ve made anyone who overheard blush. He straightened your dress as best he could, smoothing the fabric over your hips and tugging the straps into place. You fixed his tie, but it still hung a little crooked.
“You look like you just climbed out of a very expensive laundry hamper,” you teased.
He smirked. “And you look like you just got fucked in the bathroom.”
You laughed as you checked the mirror.
“Do we really look like we just…?” you asked.
“Yes,” Harry answered immediately.
Another soft laugh escaped you, and you shook your head. “Another restaurant I'll never be coming back to.”
“It's for a good cause,” he said, brushing a thumb over your cheek. “Priorities and all.”
You smiled and leaned into his touch before he unlocked the door. The hallway looked different than it had on your way into the bathroom, and stepping back into the dining room felt like returning from a parallel universe. Your brain was still a little fuzzy.
Every head at the table turned as you approached. They didn’t even pretend not to notice. Pammy was grinning behind her wine glass, Kelvin raised his brows, Isaak looked like he wanted to clap.
“Have fun?” Juna asked, way too innocently.
You pressed your lips together, suppressing a smile as Harry slipped an arm around your waist and tucked you against his side, looking down at you fondly. You were still a little shaky, trying to look like a person who had not just committed a series of crimes against public decorum in a private restroom.
“Lovely time,” he said, deadpan.
The table erupted in laughter as everyone began to stand, and Senna held out the leather check presenter. “Here’s your check, Dad of the Year.”
You groaned, burying your face in his shoulder for a second before you moved and grabbed your purse. Harry paid the bill, signed the receipt, and tucked his wallet away, cool as ever despite his flushed cheeks and crooked tie.
Your friends hugged you, kissed your cheeks, and wished you happy birthday and good luck with knowing winks when it was time to go. Harry pulled at you and draped an arm over your shoulder and walked you out into the cool night air.
You couldn’t help but grin at the sheer absurdity of what you'd just done… attempting to conceive in a restaurant bathroom on your birthday. But Harry's expression was much the same as yours when you looked up at him. He opened your door for you and let you sit before he crouched and put a hand on your knee. “Happy birthday, honey,” he said. “Let’s go home and make sure you get everything you wished for.”
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