hii guess who it is?? if you assumed the #1 marie fucker aka "fuck the shit out of the reader" anon it is i
i'd first like you to say happy holidays, and new year!! then i'd like to say thank you so much for the writing you've done, all your work is extremely hot well written and basically exactly what i want!!!
as you are the only one carrying the splatoon x reader tag on tumblr i have a demand request just for you!! (gonna try and keep this short and fail again cause im a certifiable freak) (also obligatory gender neutral afab reader)
Okay so as you may have guess im madly in love with marie and would let her hit like CRAZY, anywhere anytime (get it cause this is a segway into saying what i want)
okay so marie comes back from preforming for splatfest right, reader is in the shower (im assuming inklings have some form of like ink based shower water cause otherwise everyone just SMELLS) anyways theyre in the shower after fighting against their lovely gf's team and marie comes home lowkey mad (not just because theyre on the opposing team idk just a bunch of stuff stacking up and now its just the catalyst??)
anyways marie comes home slightly late because of counting all the wins and preforming and all that jazz right? runs into the shower and engages in one sided angry sex w/ reader?
ofc obligatory biting included (unless you dont want to because writing the same thing in a fanfic is probably annoying) breeding? (give marie a dick? give her a strap? i dont care i want her cumming in me) scenting??? uhm uhm overstim?? IDK FREESTYLE IT FOR ALL I CARE I JUST WANT MARIE TO FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF THE READER IN THE SHOWER!!!
as always so excited to see what you write, take ur time, dont write it at all, (i type these out on discord cause i like to save all my requests for tumblr pages holy shit this is long im so sorry)
Tags: AFAB Reader, a little bit of biting, Penis-in Vagina Sex, Overstim (kinda), Shower Sex, a teeny bit of breeding,
Author's Note: Anon I loved this request and I'm sorry it took so long golly gee whilikers how long did it take lemme just check my notes- holy shit yeah i'm sorry....I don't wanna get into it but i'm medicated now!!! so that's fun. I hope it isn't bad I started it like an hour after you sent the request and then ??? it took a while the demons got to me
also my personal hc is that inklings can shower with water cuz it's only dangerous when the concentration and pressure of the water outside their bodies is larger than inside their bodies so they can deal with a little shower.....a bath might be risky....
anyways uh after this I might not respond to full fic requests. headcanons and random thoughts for sure but I want the time to focus on my own stuff again....NOT YOUR FAULT I just have a triple doggy style fucked up brain that makes creative endeavors a little hard
"One more night," Marie groaned, rubbing her temples with her fingers. "Just one more night..." Of dealing with incompetent stage technicians who couldn't get a spotlight working to save their lives, of a make-up artist who kept dusting setting powder into her eyes, and — worst of all — a losing Splatfest team.
Marie wasn't a sore loser. She didn't like losing, but she knew when to admit defeat. But after spending the better portion of her night at the studio, tallying up the points for her team and noticing the disparity between hers and Callie's, she came to realize exactly why she was losing.
You. Which was starting to make Marie feel like a sore loser. You were good at Turf War. Great, even. It was one of the things Marie loved about you, provided you were on her side. Not this time, however. When you chose Callie's team, Marie told you, "That's fine, she's on the side you actually prefer, you don't have to play favorites with me," and she felt like she was telling the truth. That didn't stop her from feeling a little bitter that you weren't helping her win. There was no room in her body store pride for your well-earned victories; that space was taken up by all the little annoyances that gathered throughout the day.
Now, being broadcast on television screens, flashing electric billboards, and on the backdrop of the Squid Sisters' set were all the points you earned for Callie's team.
Marie was officially pissed.
Lucky for her, the cause of her frustration could also be her outlet.
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You hummed to yourself as you scrubbed the grime and sweat off your body. A long win-streak left you beat, battered, and fried. But you were proud of yourself. You hoped Marie would be proud of you, too, despite your wins counting against her.
Through the sound of rushing water bouncing off the tile walls, you heard the front door open. You were wondering when Marie would come home.
"Be out in a second!" You shouted.
You didn't receive a response. Maybe Marie didn't hear your voice, but she would definitely know you were in the shower.
The groan of the bathroom door and the rush of cold air that followed startled you.
"O-oh, hey," you said, "I'll be out in a second...did you need to shower?"
Still, she did not respond. Her shadow behind the shower curtain swayed before growing closer. Her clothes fell to the floor, then silence.
You gulped. Did she have a rough day at the studio? Did you do something wrong? Before your thoughts could spiral, Marie yanked the curtain aside, the force of which threatened to tear it from the shower rod.
She smiled, but it wasn't fond. Too sharp to be a smile one would greet their lover with. Marie's eyes raked across your wet, naked body. "Oh, you're fucked. Well, you're going to be."
"Just let me rinse my hair and we can–"
Marie grabbed your wrist and forced you to the wall as she stepped into the shower. Your face was pressed against the cool, wet tile, and it would have been uncomfortable were it not for the distraction of her hot breath against your neck.
"Shut up," she growled into your ear before giving your lobe a sharp bite. "Just...no talking."
You turned your head in an attempt to get a better look at Marie, but she promptly shoved you back against the tile as reprimand. Left with nothing but the sound of her heavy breathing, you could only guess what she was doing — but you figured your guess was fairly accurate. Your heart was racing. You almost forgot the shower was still running.
Marie suddenly slipped her half-hard member between your thighs. The heat was unbearable. Your clit throbbed against the top of her shaft, which only made you ache more. She dug her nails into your sides and clawed her way down to your ass as she dragged her teeth along your shoulder. You whined at the sting. She didn't seem to care.
As she thrust her length forward, groaning into your ear as your legs squeezed her tight, you decided — despite the behest of the woman who had you pinned against the wall — to ask a quick question. "Is this," a hard grind against your sex briefly stole the words from you, "i-is this about the Splatfest–"
Marie dug her fingers into the meat of your thigh and pulled your legs apart. You almost lost your footing, but mercifully, she kept you steady.
"No," she murmured. "Yes. Whatever."
She didn't give you time to reply, notching her tip through your folds. This small calm only lasted one whole second before she forced the rest of herself to the hilt inside. You yelled — one part pleasure and two parts shock. She pulled herself out almost completely, then rushed back inside you again. Your body couldn't prepare for the sudden breach nor for the rhythm she was beginning to develop. A fast, painful, euphoric rhythm. You had half a mind to beg for her to slow down, but the fullness you felt in your lower abdomen clouded your thoughts. Besides, you weren't dumb.
Your pussy clenched around her and her thrusts became more urgent. Her hips would smack against your skin every time she sheathed her full length inside you, and you would let out a cry. Marie reached around your body to frantically rub at your clit to coax your inner walls to squeeze her shaft harder.
When you finally came, it was like lightning struck your body. You convulsed until the pleasure ebbed and all that was left was static. Marie went still. You could almost fool yourself into thinking she was doing it for your benefit — letting you breathe, adjust — but you were quickly proven wrong when she resumed her brutal pace.
Tears welled up in your eyes. Or maybe it was the water. "W-wait, wait, hold on–"
She cut you off with a warning bite to the side of your neck. "I'm not done," she said through her teeth. "I'm not stopping...until I forget why I was mad in the first place. Do you want me to stop?"
You whimpered. "N-no...don't stop..."
She grabbed your hips and pulled you back towards her with another thrust, then another, each one more torturous than the last. She nipped and sucked at your skin as the water beat down on you both. It was all so much. Too much. You went limp against the wall, allowing her to use your body for her pleasure. You swore you lost feeling between your legs. But more accurately, the only thing you could feel between your legs was her filling your cunt.
Another orgasm shot through you, harder and faster than the last. You couldn't tell if what was dripping down your leg was the water or your own wetness.
"You're making a mess all over me, sweetheart." Marie sped up. It bordered on painful. "Lucky we're already...i-in the shower..."
You could barely muster a babbling groan. Conscious thought had abandoned you.
"N-ngh, you feel so warm...so good..." she panted, "A-are you ready...f-for me to fill you up?
You whimpered. It was good enough for her.
She bottomed out, and you immediately felt the rush of warmth as her cum flooded your womb. Your moans could barely be heard over the shower running. Marie's hips spasmed against your cunt as she let loose the last weak spurts of her seed.
Her body slumped forward, her face landing in the crook of your neck.
Marie sighed. "...I had a long day."
You chuckled. "I figured..."
She held her hand over your stomach. The gesture was gentle, her hand was soft. The stress finally melted from her body.
"I know you're hoping," you said, eyes filled with mirth when you craned your head back towards her.
She nodded against your shoulder. "Might need another round just to make sure..."
"After we get out of the shower."
