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Reaper 16

Reaper is a dark story with dark and mature subject matter. 18+ NSFW

Well well well :) we are so back. This has been up on patreon for a while but you know what that means ;) It's shorter than usual but it will NOT disappoint.

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warnings: just fluffy and smutty, breeding kink?

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Bunny could barely breathe.

It felt like all the air got sucked out of her lungs as he said those three words, words she never thought would be uttered from his mouth. Harry had always stayed away from intimacy prior to her, he’d laughed at the idea of being in a relationship- and yet here he was. Standing with her just a breath away from him, admitting it. Proclaiming that he loved her.

He’d been lost in thought, staring at her with an odd but recurring look on his face as she decided to question it- but this was not the answer she anticipated at all. Her eyes burned, almost in disbelief.

“You do?” She croaked, blinking up at him rapidly as she tried to will away the tears. “You’re serious?” It wasn’t a funny joke- but then again, she had a feeling Harry would never joke about it. She’d rarely heard him even use the word love unless it was a term of endearment, never a statement that made her whole body erupt in the most comforting warmth she had ever experienced. The way he looked at her….

God, the way he fucking looked at her. She could see it in his eyes, trained on her own. She could feel it in his kiss, but Bunny had tried to come to terms with Harry not being one for emotional things. And yet, he had poured his heart out to her. Admitted things that were painful. Hard to hear. Gave her a new reality she didn’t know could exist.

“Of course I’m serious,” Harry furrowed just brows, hand coming to cradle her jaw. The tears in her eyes was something he hadn’t expected, panicked almost because it’s something he couldn’t quite understand. “Was that too much?” He swallowed thickly, “Don’t have to say it back, I—“

Bunny was quick to kiss him, to soothe any worry that may have been bubbling up. It wasn’t too much at all, no, she simply couldn’t believe he was saying it to her.

“I love you too.” She confirmed as she pulled away for a moment to catch her breath. It wasn’t long before their lips were reconnecting in a passionate kiss, popcorn long forgotten. “Turn off the stove.” She mumbled, deciding then and there that their movie night would be postponed.

He’d just told her he loved her. She didn’t think she could focus on anything other than him and his body, how much she loved every part of him. Wanted to be as close as she possibly could to him.

Harry did as asked, feeling his head spin as she resumed their kisses right after. She just said she loved him back.

Bunny loved him. He loved her. They were in love.

It felt surreal. Looking back at how hard internally he fought at first to accepting defeat to now being in love, it felt like a roller coaster ride. This was the good part, though. The part where they went down the drop, swooping in and the fun really began. He knew there was going to be twists and turns, but he knew more than anything else that he would be stuck to her like glue. She was his.

He kissed her hungrily, mumbling between slight pauses only to mesh them together again. Picking her up and placing her onto the countertop, her thighs wrapping around him and ankles locking behind his back, her hands in his hair, he’d never felt something like this before.

“Yeah? Y’love me back?” He whispered, smearing their lips together again. “Can’t take it back now. You’ve just….” Another kiss, his hand tightening behind her neck as he had her arch up. “Just solidified it. There’s no escaping me, baby. You’re m’love…. And i know m’not good enough for you…” he spoke between the kisses, feeling her peck him as he spoke, muffling some of his words. “But I’m going to be the best I can for you. I want to keep you.”

“No,” She shook her head at his words, “You’re perfect for me. The best, the only, you can have time forever.” And she really meant that. He had proven to her time and time again that he would do anything for her, would keep her safe, would take care of her. With him, her life felt full. There wasn’t anything she wanted to change.

Allowing one of her hands to scratch the exposed skin of his back she quickly rubbed over the same area to soothe it. Even brushed over the ridge of his scar. Gentle strokes full of intent. She wanted to love on him the way he always loved on her.

“I love you, Harry. Always have.” Maybe before this moment she didn’t feel it was justified, convinced herself that the feeling of connection was so deep due to her delusions. But it was more. It was everything.

He had spent so much time making sure everything was to her liking, even if she didn’t realize it was his doing. He wasn’t doing it for the credit, didn’t want her to thank him for loving her. He just did.

She shuddered at his words. How could she ever say no to something like that? When all she could smell was him and his aftershave, could feel how needy he was in the way his fingers pressed into her.

“Upstairs.” She nodded to answer his question, excitement from the anticipation making her skin feel like it was on fire. He’d left her feeling breathless, memories of their times between the sheets causing wetness to pool between her thighs. “Can’t wait any longer.” It was her turn to give his neck some attention, keeping her body locked around his while he carried her to his bedroom. Their bedroom.

Maybe it was too early to consider marriage but in Harry’s head there would be no one like her. No one who would understand quite like she did. She was someone he intended to cherish till his very last breath, wanted to give her everything he had and more.

Using his foot to kick open the door he wasted no time in laying her down on to her bed, hands swiftly moving her shirt over her head so he could feel more of her skin.

“C’mere, baby. Let’s get you comfortable.” He was gentle with his approach, shifting her up so she was at the pillows. Seeing her in this house had been surreal this whole time, but this was even better. Having her laying there, naked and soft, glowing in the dim light? He was in a dream. It was quick work to remove his sweats, shoving them haphazardly onto the ground. It was a shame that he’d just now made the bed with a fresh duvet cover, because he was going to need to change it again.

“There’s my beautiful girl.” He whispered, dragging his hands down her stomach. “M’so lucky. Nothing can compare to you.” He lowered himself, crawling up her body slowly.

Bunny was panting slightly, fingers tangling in his dangling necklaces and leading him back to her lips. A whimper muffled against them as he lowered to hold up one side of him, placing his cock right against her slit. Urging her legs over him, he began to rub against her. Working her up slightly, wanting to prolong this as long as possible. With no layers in between, he felt much better.

“Harry…” she whimpered again, gripping his bicep at the tip of his cock hit her swollen clit. “That’s… why does it feel so good?” It was better than sex she’s had with other people, simply letting him rut against her. The way her body reacted to the man was puzzling, but she loved every moment.

“S’Cause you love me.” He replied. “And I love you. It’s why we feel so fucking good together.” It made sense to him now. “I couldn’t help but think… when you were in the kitchen, I’ve caught myself thinking about you. Thought about coming home t’you every day, because you want to be there. Not being forced. Thought about…”’he paused, unsure if she would like it. “Thought about your stomach being swollen, and it made me feel good. Thinking of my baby inside of you.” His nose nudged hers. “Made me a little worked up too. Know you’re on birth control… but just love the idea of you full of me.”

Between the feeling of his cock rubbing deliciously against her and his words, she let a moan escape her throat, not that she was hiding it in the first place. The thought of having his children was one she left herself to imagine on rare occasions, but to know it was a mutual fantasy? It had her reeling.

“Is that something you want?” She licked over his bottom lip, pulling it between her teeth. She couldn’t help how animalistic he made her, felt like the energy needed to go somewhere even with the sweet ambiance they’ve created. “Kids? In the future…” She trailed off, mind dipping into her own little world.

Thoughts of Harry being a girl dad, tying bows in the pig tails of their hair. Tea parties and dress up. Helping put her shoes on and treating her like a Princess. He’d make a great boy dad too— teaching him all the things he wished his father had taught him. Gentleness. Cars and bikes and how to treat a woman.

“I didn’t think so. Not until you.” He murmured. “Never thought it would be possible, that it could be safe. That I’d ever want a woman to be attached to me.” In fact, it disgusted him. Panicked him. He was terrified in the past, so proactive about condoms and pulling out, not wanting to make a mistake and bind his life to someone else he didn’t want- because he sure as fuck wouldn’t abandon any kid of his. He had been abandoned and he never wanted that for anyone else.

But with Bunny he could see it. He could see, he could crave it. The idea of being attached to her forever with an invisible string comforted him, aroused him more than anything. He didn’t know he could feel this sort of way, this need to consume her and be as close as possible. Wanting to crawl in her skin and kiss her heart, as morbid as it sounded. Considering she had his bare one beating in the palm of her hands, he figured it was the least he could do.

“All I want in my future is us. We can figure out the rest.” He could feel himself leaking against her, making a mess of the both of them with her arousal and his own mixing together. Harry enjoyed a mess, and she never disappointed.

“Will you let me?” He panted against her wet mouth. “Let me breed you like that?” He knew he’d hinted before but now it was an obsession. Knowing they were in love, knowing this was a forever sort of thing- that she was going to let him keep her? It drove him mad. “I want to make you mine in every single way. M’a little selfish with your attention, but I could share you with a baby. If it’s mine.”

Obviously the two of them were in no position to bring a child into the world just yet, but for tonight maybe they could pretend. That everything was fine and they were safe and that things weren’t all over the place. That it was safe enough to create a family of their own together.

“Y-yeah,” Her breath hitch as his cock glided over a particularly sensitive part. “I want that. Want all of you.” She had felt him raw so many times but she had a feeling this time would be different. Anticipating hot ropes of cum inside her, already clenching around nothing.

“Fuck me like you’re trying to put a baby in me…” She breathed, remembering his intentions of making love to her. Slow and deep. They hadn’t really done that before, nothing so intimate. The warmth of intimacy that reminded her of their bath together, tender touches and hushed voices.

“Love on me, I’m so wet, don’t need a warm up or anything just— oh.” He’d pushed inside her just a tad, smiling to himself at her reaction. Taking his time sliding in, he smothered her in sweet kisses hoping to ease any resistance that came with the stretching of her cunt.

“Fucking incredible, baby. Can never get enough of you.” Harry’s tone sounded feral, though his movements were slow and intentional. “Swear I’d make love to you all day if you could handle it, can’t wear my baby out.” He was greedy for her orgasms. Seeing her fall apart was his favorite part of everyday.

She was stretching on him. The burn felt good, a bit intense as inch by inch she was filled and he took his time. He usually did it quickly, but taking the minutes to kiss her, feeling her pulsing over his cock and trying to sink him in deeper felt even more intense.

“I-oh my god.” Her nails dug into his shoulder as he pushed the final inch inside of her. Balls pressed against her ass, snug inside of her as he let them both experience the heaven that was their intimacy. Their sex.

“I know, Bunny.” He cooed, kissing her nose. “Know you’re full. This is just what I wanted.” Moving his hips, he humped into her with a low groan, the wet heat keeping him inside of her. Greedy. “Just wanted to be close.” His hand smoothed her hair away, brushing it back over her forehead. “I adore you. I love you. I’m yours. You’re gonna have this every day.”

“I want it every day, I want you to love me forever and- and I want to feel full.” The girl truly couldn’t understand how sex with him had always been so mind blowing, but their genuine connection had turned butterflies into sparrows in her stomach, the sparks of pleasure becoming flames. “Stay deep. Please- I need you.” Whimpers left her mouth, legs tightly wound around his waist.

The size of his cock had insured she was quite literally full to the brim. It was something she’d grown accustomed to, something she knew she wouldn’t be able to live without. Even with him stretching her out burrier deep inside she still at times felt like he wasn’t close enough. Wanted him inside her skin.

“You always take such good care of me, make me feel so good.” She felt her words get caught in her throat with the sharp little thrust he added. It’s as if he read her mind, wanting to push deeper despite already being as close as humans possible.

With a grunt, Harry set a pace he felt would be more their speed, rocking into her. Eyes scanning over her face, he felt his chest tighten. She was so beautiful, very inch of her. He couldn’t stop himself from staring, only breaking his gaze to pepper her skin with kisses and bites. It was different than the usual fast and hard, time felt like it was moving slower.

“You’re everything t’me.” He whispered to her as his thrusts kept the slow, deep pace he had found. It was just enough to make her shiver, to stimulate the spot she needed, but not the normal pounding. He’d always used his passion in a rough and tumble sort of way, feeling that the only way he could convey his wants were rough. All he truly knew before was cruelty, pain, and sex had been pleasure mixed with it.

Having sex that was pure pleasure, pure softness? It wasn’t his area of expertise, but he was more than willing to learn. It felt better than he’d expected, the languid thrusts and sloppy kisses, the soft whines of pleasure coming from his lover’s swollen mouth.

“You like it, Angel?” He asked softly, pressing their lips together and pulling them apart. “M’getting your spot, aren’t I?” The spot that had her clenching her legs around him harder, her eyes shut as she rolled her head back. A beautiful, pleasured angel in rapture.

“Mhm,” She let her eyes flutter shut, allowing herself to get lost in the waves of pleasure. Each thrust felt like a lull, bringing her closer to the edge, gradually building up. “S’so nice, like you’re always on it— just doesn’t stop.” It was a perk of this pace, felt like he was massaging it constantly and never losing contact. It would be overwhelming if she wasn’t so worked up already. It felt like scratching an itch but far far better.

“Keep going, just like that.” Her tone was breathy, hands returning to their home on the back of his head. He knew her body so well she knew she didn’t have to tell him, the way she was clenching was more than enough to let him know he shouldn’t change a thing.

“Yeah? Gonna cum all over my cock just like this? Gonna make a mess on me just how I like?” Harry purred, nosing over her delicate neck. He was taking time in sponging kisses against hers collar bone, enjoying the way her chest began to heave as her climax began to build.

“Gonna keep going, yeah? Gonna give you as many as you’d like, my love, let go whenever you feel— I won’t stop.”

Harry was obsessed with it. Feeling her begin to pulse around him, the slick of her cunt getting even more wet, dripping down. She was soaked, and he was more than smug knowing he was the one doing it. He was reaching her pleasure points perfectly, making her fuzzy.

“Harry- H, please.” She mewled, squirming slightly underneath him. It would be embarrassing with how quickly she was getting there if she hadn’t been with Harry. Then again, he had studied her body and knew the layout. He was so good to her, so concerned about her pleasure, and he was giving it to her the way she needed. “Don’t stop- don’t stop, fuck me through it, please…” tears stung her eyes as she felt one more press, one harder thrust and it sent her over. Shuddering in his arms, a broken moan leaving her lips as she came on top of him.

“I love you.” Harry cooed. “I love you and your body, my perfect girl. Sweet little Bunny, that’s what I want. Keep cumming for me.” His thrusts stayed the same, eyes closing as he felt her squeezing around him. “Sloppy little cunt. Feels so good around me, I love being inside of you. Love how you react to me.”

Bunny was locked in a trance post orgasm, her body surging with endorphins and already craving a second release. It seemed like her lips were never satisfied with the amount of kisses she littered on to his skin, nipping at his shoulder with need.

“Fuck,” Her hot breath fanning over his skin, “that right there—“ He was deep. She swore she’d feel him I’m her stomach every time he bottomed out, so much so she wanted to test the theory. “Gonna fill me up every night, forever, till one day I’m having your kids.” She remembered the conversation they’d had earlier as her hand moved over the lower part of her stomach.

“Wanna be full of you, in every way. Gonna make a beautiful family.” It was all she could hope for them, a happy ending away from danger and violence. “Make me the happiest woman on earth— I want that.” It was the only thing she could think of now, years of pleasure and time to themselves before they were ready to take the plunge.

The two of them could have a chance at being a normal couple. They deserved that.

“Keep going, baby, can you feel that?” Her voice lustful as she pressed down on her stomach, making herself moan at the feeling.

Harry let out a curse, jaw tight as he felt himself inside of her. Saw her pressing down where his cock was getting, buried deep inside of her. It was the only place he wanted to be. It was difficult to feel close enough to her, wanting to engulf himself in her.

He decided he needed more. He needed her closer. It was hard to explain the feeling he had, the pure need he felt. Harry loved her, more than he ever imagined. Hell, he’d never seen love as something he was capable of- so this was a whole new world view for him. Allowing the rose colored glasses, the fluffy cloud of love, the syrupy declarations of adoration to overtake him.

“Hold on t’me.” He adjusted with his arms scooping her up, flipping it so he was sat on the bed and she was in his lap. The man didn’t want an inch of space, no paper allowed to slip through them.

“Needed you closer. M’sorry.” He spoke against her mouth, adjusting his hands to her ass to help her move up and down. He wasn’t going to make her do the work, happy that his strength made it more than easy for him to fuck her on him. “My perfect girl. Want to feel you everywhere.” It was easier to feel just how wet she was now, and it was definitely going to make a mess of his lap but it was worth it.

“O-oh my god.” She whimpered, feeling him deeper like this. Her arms looped around his neck, forehead against his as he lifted her up and dropped her back down on his prick. Feeling it fill her up, the sensitivity from her first orgasm, she knew she wouldn’t be able to last long. “S’so deep.”

“That’s it bunny, take me so well, fucking perfect.” He grunted against her lips, enjoying the feeling of her thighs slapping against his own with each thrust he pushed up into her. He knew it couldn’t get better than this, knew this was everything he wanted. It was taking all his power not cum just yet. He didn’t want the moment to end, perfectly content fucking into her for the next few hours if he knew she wouldn’t be worn out.

“Gorgeous, so beautiful, so mine.” He rasped between feverish kisses, “Wanna keep you locked away with me. My perfect prize.” The words spilled from him without much thought, he never had to think too much around her. It was so natural loving her. Allowing his hands to rub and squeeze all of her softness, wishing he was superhuman to do all the things at once.

“Gonna cum if you keep squeezing me like that, doll.” He hissed, knowing she was close. “S’too much, hmm? S’okay I’m here. Let go, just do it.” Coaching her through the impending wave of pleasure that was sure to leave her body shuddering.

The constant stimulation and the slight smack of her clit against his groin was making it hard to keep it together. The sensitivity from her prior orgasm made her hyper aware of each and every sensation washing through her body, his large hands holding her ass and his soft, rough voice coaching her to let go. Promising that her pleasure was his favorite thing, cooing and kissing at her in a way he hadn’t allowed himself before.

It was easy to tell seeing him like this, that he loved her. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind. He was being so gentle, moving her just so to make sure he was getting directly where she needed to be touched. Holding her shaky body, praising her and making her keen as her nails dug into the back of his neck, rocking right at the edge of it.

“I can feel it. Can feel that little cunt about to cum. C’mon, my sweet girl. Love you so much, let me feel it.” He was nearly pleading for it, a slight whine to his tone that was the catalyst of tossing her over the edge again.

The girl gasped, shaking in his arms as she writhed. His arms tightened around her to hold her still, his teeth grit as he felt her pussy pulsing around him, milking him as he knew he couldn’t last. It was too good.

“Fuck, M’gonna cum.” He announced, using his hips to fuck into her as she panted against him. “M’gonna put a baby in you, gonna fill you up and M’gonna keep you. Want to stay in you, baby- fuck.” His voice broke as she dragged her nails down the back of his neck.

“Give it to me, give me all of it, please? Please, H. I love you, give it all to me, want to be full of you. Please, please, please, cum in me. Cum in me.” Bunny was nearly delirious, the aftershocks of her orgasm making her brain fuzzy. All she could think about was his cum painting her insides, the possibility of being his in that way one day. One day they’d truly try for this, he’d be inside of her with no protection and she’d be off of her pill and it would work. The thought drove her crazy.

Harry for the first time in his life felt spent after sex. His release manifested both physically and mentally, letting out moans so raw and soft he almost didn’t recognize them as his own. There had never been a place for him to let go without fear, without some kind of invisible clause that would cause problems further down the line. It seemed that the safety Bunny had given him far more weight than he once thought.

The room was quiet besides the sounds of their wet kisses, heavy hands squeezing and rubbing over her skin as a form of self soothing. He found himself doing this a lot. I love you. He thought, allowing his nose to skim over her neck, gracing her skin with the gentlest of kisses.

He was too nervous to speak, the new level of vulnerability intimidating even for him. He feared nothing but ruining a perfect moment with his perfect girl.

“You’re… you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, bunny.” He whispered, knowing she had in fact saved his damned soul. How she could ever grow to love someone like him, even despite explaining her reasoning, still stumped him.

Her face melted into a blissed out smile, a sex drunken giggle leaving her as she felt his kissing over her. All she could feel was warmth, physically and mentally. How Harry managed to make her feel this way was something she had always dreamt of. How could anything else compare?

Her body stretched out slightly before slumping back onto him. A mix of their arousal was dripping down, making a mess, but neither of them cared. Her fingers ran down his back and she snuggled further into him, at peace for once in her life. Her heart was pounding from the physical exertion but also because, to be frank, Harry just made her feel loved. He was letting go of his reservations and allowing her to feel the beautiful feelings that they both mirrored.

“And you’re mine.” She murmured, making Harry smile against her skin. This was the dream he never knew could actually come true. His fingers held her hip before wrapping an arm around her body to keep her plastered to him.

“M’gonna take care of you forever.” He mumbled. Maybe he didn’t deserve her, actually- he knew he didn’t- but he was going to do everything in his power to ensure she was happy and safe. That she’d feel loved every single day of her life. “Never letting you want for anything. My sweet girl.” Pulling his head out of her neck, he joined their lips together in a deeper kiss. Harry was shit with words, but he knew how to express himself physically.

“I have everything I could ever need.” She answered, keeping their faces close as her eyes scanned all over his face. Her fingers found their way to his hair, combing through the loose curls that framed his face. It was easy in moments like this to forget the awful terrors that plagued her reality back home. To get lost in the dream that was their love. She leaned forward, kissing him again just to remind herself that this was all real. And it was, what a relief.

“I’m going to take you out tomorrow.” Harry’s voice spoke up, “Dinner and a night out. Like a proper one.” He thought that their trip wouldn’t be complete without one. “I already have a place in mind, assuming it’s still running… think you’ll love it. The club, that is, how about you pick a restaurant.” He knew that she would know more about restaurants in the city than he did.

“Okay, that sounds like fun.” Bunny nodded happily, squeezing her arms around his tight body even tighter. “Can’t imagine you at a club.” She giggled, wondering if he stood there brooding the whole time even back then.

“Lots you don’t know about me baby, s’alright, you’ll see.”

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