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dejwrld · 2 months

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⤷‧₊˚ ʚ₊˚‧ ✿ ꒱ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈 / the story of how the ushijima's rekindled an old flame that kick-started their love story.

┊ •° ੈ ⋆° ┊ warning readers discretion is advised — female reader, her/she pronouns, black reader (with descriptors), influencer!reader, profanity, alcohol usage, intoxication (both reader and ushijima), flashback in italics, mentions of making out, mentions of fingering, tendou makes an appearance, i just around using ushijima & wakatoshi a lot, it's late but we here, mdni

╰┈➤ song for this part: we might even be falling in love (interlude) by victoria monet

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Wakatoshi’s fingers lingered on your lower back as the crowd cheered for the excitement of the wedding that was just a couple of days away. His lips grazed upon the shell of your ear at the flash of the photographer’s camera. This felt so unreal, you were about to get married in a couple of days to the love of your life. You felt this feeling of warmth rush over your body with each second of Wakatoshi’s fingertips tracing alongside the lining of your dress.

“Who would have thought?” His words whisper in your ears with a grin. “Wouldn’t think I would be about to marry the cute girl who I help carry coffee to her internship building.”

You bite back a smile before you turn to wrap your arms around his neck. Your high heels give you enough height so you won’t have to stand on your tippy toes. The diamond ring on your finger twinkles under the restaurant light before you place a quick peck on his lip.

“Yeah, just some years ago we rekindled in Paris,” You said.

His lips were against your ear once more, “Ah, I remember Paris like it was yesterday. But I could have sworn you told me, what happened in Paris stays-“

His words and your pending embarrassment of remembering the events in Paris made your cheeks heat up. Your eyes trail to your fiancé while he’s getting dragged by his teammates away from you. His chestnut-colored eyes never leave you while a foolish grin spreads on his face before he disappears into the celebratory dinner crowd. Even if he was swallowed up by a sea of people, you still could see him in the crowd with a huge grin as he gloated about being a married man in a couple of days.

Paris.

What a memory that was.

Your first fashion week as an influencer and blogger had just wrapped up leaving you to explore Paris. You wanted to celebrate the huge opportunities that were graced upon you. Landing a brand deal with a well-known and successful black luxury brand was something huge for you. It felt like a dream if you were going to be honest with yourself. So, you had to celebrate until your last day in Paris. You shopped a lot. Went out clubbing with some other influencers that were here also. Now you stand outside this chocolate shop gazing at the huge chocolate fountain that was in front of the display window that looks like it’s been cleaned countless times during the day.

You went to snap a picture of it for your social media accounts, but a figure inside the store caught your attention. His large frame was hunched over the counter as he was talking to another man with a red buzz-cut hairstyle. Even though the sign on the door was turned to closed, he was inside as if he had special privileges. He wore some light khaki-colored slacks, a black polo that was tucked in and secured with a belt, a beige wool overcoat, and a pair of white Alexander McQueen shoes. His dark olive-brown hair wasn’t messy in the sense that it looked like he just rolled out of bed, but more of him constantly running his fingers through it. He looked familiar.

When the red-haired guy noticed you staring, you immediately fled. Although, the aesthetically pleasing chocolate fountain would be wonderful for your Paris photo dump for your socials—nothing is more embarrassing than being caught staring at a possible stranger through a window like a creep. You thought you were walking fast enough to put distance between yourself and the shop, but when you felt someone grab a hold of your elbow—the feeling of despair engulfed you so quickly. Until you saw who grabbed you.

The man who you were staring at. That sense of familiarity wasn’t nothing because you knew him.

Ushijima Wakatoshi.

“I knew you looked familiar.” Your voice came out like a whisper as if you didn’t believe he was standing in front of you.

It’s been years since the last time you saw him. You remembered how kind he was when you two first met. Helping you carry baked goods and coffee orders in your internship building. Then two weeks later from that interaction, you saw him again at a farmer’s market in California. Then after that, the next time you saw him was when he was a part of Japan’s volleyball Olympics team. You didn’t want to admit that you thought about him a lot. Who wouldn’t? He was an attractive and genuine guy. The volleyball part was just an extra point.

“Last time we saw each other, I remember specifically you talked my father’s head off over-”

“Marketing.” You finished his sentence, the distant memory of you practically forcing him to be the third wheel with his day with his father made you cringe. “I’m sorry about that by the way. Thinking back on it, it was extremely intrusive.”

“Eh, it’s fine. My father still talks about you up to this day, you know? Quote on quote said I should date a girl like you. I can see why he would say that.” His eyes scan over your face to your body and now even though you are covered in a sweater dress—you feel bare.

The heat that spread from your fingertips to your cheeks made you want to fan yourself. “It’s good to see you again, Ushijima.”

“Wakatoshi..” He corrects.

Your lips curve into a smile of warmth before speaking again, “Wakatoshi.”

You liked how that felt, and you can tell that he enjoyed you saying it. The tip of his ears was as red as your purse that was hanging on your shoulder. Soon that deep crimson color imparts across his cheeks. He looks down at his shoes in embarrassment before attempting to speak through the fact that he is blushing in front of you.

“Are you free tonight? Meeting my friend and his co-workers at this bar not too far away from here.” Wakatoshi questions.

“Yes, I’m just enjoying the last couple of days here before I head back.”

“And when is that?”

“Two days.”

“Great.” was the only thing that left his mouth before he grabbed your hand and walked through the crowd of people towards the bar.

Here you two sat in a bar full of people and that feeling of it only being you two returned. Thighs briefly brushed against each other while you were in a booth together, practically ignoring the environment around each other. Even though the two of you could only send wide grins toward each other, you still felt this strange feeling of comfort wiggle up your spine. Even growing comfortable to lean back further in your seat into Ushijima’s arm that was resting on the back of the booth seat.

“Okay, you have half a million followers. How can I build my following?” Tendou slides his phone across the table to show you his Instagram account.

You glance at his phone briefly. He had a pretty decent following for a chocolatier. From your conversations with him, while you were here with him and Ushijima, he had a bright and energetic personality that you were sure would win people over. You scrolled through his photos of different chocolate he’s made and even some fun photo dumps. His likes on his photos were extremely stable considering the platform’s strange algorithm. Quite obvious it was actual people liking his photos and not bots.

“You have a decent following and interesting stuff on your page. Have you tried recording a day in your life video?” You asked. “I think it would be cool for people to see the life of a chocolatier.” You shrug your shoulders and slide your phone to him.

“I never thought to do that,” Tendou snatches up his phone to glance through his Instagram again. Soon a young woman caught his attention and he abruptly excused himself, uttering how he had to use his French to good use.

“So, how’s your social media looking?” You questioned before your eyes looked up at Ushijima. “Do you even have any social media pages? You look like a very reserved guy..” Your words trail off realizing that maybe this was a bit intrusive that came off.

“Not a social media person, but my manager insists I make an Instagram account to connect with fans.” He pulls his phone out, unlocking it swiftly to show you his page.

He had more followers than you and verified. But he had only two photos on his page. One was dated back to a year when he first signed to the Schweiden Alders and the other was with his dad, who you assumed was in California.

“You only have two pictures. Why? If you mind me asking.”

“I just don’t see the point of having millions of people to be able to see important details of my life every day. That’s how people begin to construct their own opinions about you even though they merely only see what you post on the internet.” He sips from his beer bottle.

You hummed at his answer, letting it debrief in your head. You never thought about it that way considering your career choice. Granted, you don’t share a lot about your personal life—but you were a very public person. Over a half million people knew you were in Paris at the moment, but for Ushijima, no one knew he was here unless they were Tendou, his close friends, and maybe some volleyball fans.

“But your job must be quite interesting though. You have half a million people wanting details on your outfits and such.” He tries to lighten the atmosphere because he can tell that his words are causing you to think deeply.

“I’m grateful for that since they do help a girl eat, but I see why you’re so private. You’re like an all-star volleyball player. I’m sure social media could throw your game off.”

“It does, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. Sports journalists are much harsher, you know.” His fingers traced alongside the rim of his beer bottle.

“How’s your parents?” You asked. “I’m sure your dad is loving the Cali weather,” You add.

“They’re good. We can officially be in a room together without any back and forth. Think they do it just for me though,” his shoulders shrug and you manage to take note of how broad his shoulders are.

Maybe you were gawking at his appearance. The last time you saw him, he had height on him. Maybe he grew a bit taller over the years. You definitely can tell whatever workout plan he had made him gain more muscle too.

“That’s good to hear. I’m sure they’re super proud to see how far you have come.” You cheesed at him and he finished the last bit of his beer before the two of you were interrupted.

These two young men stood with a huge smile on their faces. Faces as red as the red Sharpie one of them held in their hand. You knew they weren’t there for you, so you only laughed as Ushijima waited for them to spit out what they wanted.

“We’re huge fans. Can we get some pictures and an autograph?” One asked.

Ushijima looked at you with an apologetic look that you simply giggled at before letting him talk to his fans. In the meantime, you watch as he talks to the two guys as if he knew them for years. A huge smile on his face and his eyes twinkling like the night stars, seeing him like this felt nice. It brought comfort to you in a sense. During the time of them talking, a waitress placed shots down on the table that the fans brought. In return, you volunteered to take the picture of the trio and watch as Ushijima scribbled his autograph on a spare napkin on the table you two sat at.

“We’re sorry for interrupting your date. Thanks for the picture and autograph.” One of the guys says before leaving—not giving either you or Ushijima time to correct him that this wasn’t a date.

You went to make a joke about it, but your phone interrupted that. You quickly down the shot in front of you and make your escape out of the booth.

“I have to take this call.” You seem to yell over the loud music playing in the bar. You went to stand up to take the phone call outside, but you felt Ushijima tug you back.

“Let me go with you,” You felt his hand grab yours instantly as he slid from outside the booth.

“I’m not going to get lost, you know?” You glance back at him briefly before leading him out of the bar.

The two walked right by Tendou who was talking with a co-worker and as soon as he saw you two walking towards the door, his bright red eyebrows raised in curiosity. Most likely thinking you two were calling it a night after the extensive round of shots Ushijima fan brought him after he autographed a napkin for him.

You thought it was strange for someone from one of the brands you work for to call you so late at night. Especially when you had spoken to them earlier—correction, you even did your part of the deal and finally posted the product review they were hounding you for. You listened to the agent talk about how they wanted you to post a review on their newest lipstick line that was being released in two weeks. But as they were throwing out their demands through your tipsy hiccups, they weren’t mentioning anything about increasing your pay.

You were a bit intoxicated and on the phone, with someone from a company you were a brand ambassador for. The night Paris wind brushed against your smooth brown legs under your sweater dress and you thought your body was going to shiver, but the closeness of Ushijima was like a personal heater. His eyes stared down at you with lust and charm while you were listening to the person on the other end.

They do say some wines can be classified as an aphrodisiac. Perhaps it was the alcohol because you wanted him. You yearned for him just as much as you did years ago when you first met him. The heat that pooled in between your thighs crept up on you when you noticed Ushijima’s eyes scan over your lip gloss-covered lips.

“Can I kiss you?”

You couldn’t quite remember if you said yes. But you remembered your timid nods as you leaned to meet him halfway to close the gap between you two. You remembered ending the phone call without a care (and was sure you wouldn’t hear the last of it during your next Zoom meeting). And you remembered how Wakatoshi's lips felt. Soft, smooth, and plushable. He was a stern kisser, it went well with his personality. You could feel his fingertips on the back of your neck locking you in place for him to deepen the kiss. His tongue traced alongside your full lips aching to taste all the alcohol that stained your tongue. His knee breaks apart from your thighs as soon as your lips gasp apart to let him in. Your fingers interlock in his brown hair tugging him closer and your left thigh lifts just a bit for his free hand to grab upon.

Was it cliche to say you’ve never been kissed like this before? The way your lips moved with each other, you would have thought that the two of you had done this before. Perhaps in another life, you two were former lovers. That would explain the chemistry you two bounced off each other within the night and right now under the bright moon that gave you little light in the space you were camped out.

During the heated makeout session, you could feel his fingerings up the dress you wore and your body instantly heated up. It was Wakatoshi doing this to you, of course, your body would feel like it was running a fever. But the idea of doing this here in an alley as drunken strangers walk by turned you on. Yes, it was scandalous if someone snapped a picture. There goes your brand deals and maybe a decrease in followers, but this was Wakatoshi. You would do anything to feel his expensive fingers rub against your clit.

After the alleyway interaction, he spent the remaining two days with you. Even though he technically was supposed to leave the next morning—he extended your fairytale of making you feel like the most important woman in the world. Embracing those last forty-eight hours with you as if it were his last specks of air escaping his lungs.

You remembered his last words before you were boarding your plane. A foolish grin on your glowing face and fingers intertwined with his like a love-sick character from a romance novel.

“Is it odd to say I want us to work?” He admits. “And we only just rekindled two days ago.”

“Then I’ll see you at your game next week.”

“Really?”

“Let’s make this work, Wakatoshi.”

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hp-hcs · 1 month

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i love seeing lorenzo zurzolo in photo shoots and stuff because like babygirl what are you wearing

examples & silly goofy commentary below the cut!

(forewarning: i am a gay trans man who is absolutely going to fanboy over this man. if you have a problem with that, then scroll right on by)

1) douchey newsboy

why is he dressed like a gay businessman

2) yeehaw 🤠

…save a horse, ride a cowboy?

3) las vegas-core

are you about to serenade me with a cover of “feeling good” by michael bublé, sir?

4) queer-core 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

dressed like a trans guy invited to a homophobe’s wedding. next.

5) teddy bear emu hybrid 🧸

who let you out of the house

6) soundcloud rapper’s debut album cover

homeboy boutta start spittin verses

7) britney spears circa 2003

flight attendant. need i say more?

8) me playing dress up in my dad’s suits circa 2009

not the one cuffed sleeve 😭😭

9) …

smash.

10) is that seriously blue fucking adidas corduroy

what the fuck

11) a wild gay at brunch

this is just how i dress on the regular. i can’t say anything without it being a self burn.

12) pov: colonizer

girl what are you doing you european ass motherfucker

13) gay

gay.

14) … 2.0

smash.

15) can we please acknowledge the artwork of two cops kissing

okay i like the shirt but anyone who puts their keys on their belt loop automatically reminds me of every high school sophomore ever

16) 🎶SuDdEnLy SeYmOuR🎵

neville longbottom-core

17) pleasefallpleasefallpleasefall

if i saw this out in the wild, i absolutely would wish for him to fall i’m sorry 😭

18) gay 2.0

smash

19) me getting back to my dorm after a lecture:

i love the divorced dad button up ngl

#lorenzo zurzolo #niccolo govender #theodore nott #god i love men #theodore nott x reader

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jarofstyles · 8 months

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Reaper 13

This is SUPER LONG and dirty but enjoyyy it for as long as it lasts hehe.

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Warnings- possessive behavior, aggression, threats, mention of murder, stalking, illegal acts we do not Condone, knife play, impact play (slapping x spanking), daddy kink if you squint, breeding kink mention, degradation, dom/sub dynamic, dumbification if you squint, choking, bondage w belt, hair pulling.... you get the gist everything is filthy as per usual

WC- 11.3k

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Tourist attractions really weren’t Harry’s thing, especially in his own city. He thought it was all a bit underwhelming, he’d rather look at a photo and be over it. He never thought he’d ever step foot in the Victoria and Albert Museum, Kensington was no place for someone like him. Yet there he was, watching his own work of art, Bunny, read the plaques by each painting.

The way her eyes lit up this morning when he told her they’d do whatever she wanted, he didn’t have it in himself to say no. So he let her drag him along to all the sites, even going as far as taking photos with her. If she were anyone else, he would tell her to stuff it- but that smile made it worth every moment of internal suffering.

“I’m getting hungry,” Bunny whispered to him, wanting to be respectful of the environment. Her arm had snaked its way under his, her hand curling around his bicep for comfort.

Harry chuckled when he felt her squeeze at the muscle, mindlessly going to place a kiss on the top of her head. The mindless affection had become more and more common. “You okay to head back towards the hotel? The options around here are a bit shit.” Harry continued in a hushed tone, guiding the two of them towards the stairs to begin exiting. “Plus, there are a bunch of pubs back that way… can get you some of that authentic food to try.”

“Authentic food?” She raised a brow. “You mean beans on toast? Egg in the hole?” There was teasing in her tone, a giant grin on her face as he looked down at her. She was taunting him, but it was good to see her really fucking smile after these last few weeks.

A scoff sounded from his throat, eyes rolling as they continued. “Lucky you’re cute. Or I’d toss your ass into the Thames, and that is particularly unpleasant.” He retorted, lightly pinching her side to make her squeak.

“Oi! Precious cargo here.” Her hip bumped into his as they walked, looking at her fake wedding ring. Although it wasn’t real, seeing it and what it represented made her stomach flutter. Would that be a possibility? Would he ever actually propose? What ring would he actually choose? He’d probably do it somewhere very private and secret, just the two of them. Shaking herself out of that thought, she continued. “What I was saying was, yes. I’m happy to head back. Your arm must be tired from holding all of my stuff.”

It wasn’t too bad. A few bags with the very tacky and overpriced London swag, things he knew she would probably stick on a shelf and not use- but part of him felt some sort of happiness that she liked it enough to buy souvenirs. “S’fine, darling. Snow globes and tee shirts and magnets are surprisingly lightweight.”

“Right, so you don’t mind if I drag us into the gift shop?” Bunny teased and squeezed his arm, tripping over her feet a bit as she leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek.

Harry had never thought he’d experience this type of relationship. It almost felt juvenile with how they clung to one another and got shy at each other's teasing ocassionally. It felt so out of character for him, but then again, it came naturally with her. He thought, if his life had been different, that maybe that’s how he was meant to be.

“Thought you said you were hungry?”

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Pubs were a quintessential part of the British experience. You could go just about anywhere in the UK and there would always be a pub to welcome you in. Sure, the decor was a bit outdated, but Harry always thought it made them more charming. No two pubs were exactly alike. Some had different stools.

“What do you fancy? Fish and chips? Bangers and Mash? Gonna take you for a roast at the weekend.” Harry’s speech had already adjusted, his accent thicker than she’d ever heard it before. It made Bunny smile fondly, she’d never seen him in a mood like this and she was cherishing every second.

“Fancy, huh? You’re sounding incredibly British today, Mr.Davidson.” She winked, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and looping them as they settled at the end of the bar. The mood was just so good today, and she was relishing it.

“Fancy, yes. Like I fancy you.” His voice was quiet, a tiny smirk on the corner of his lips as she felt her heart stutter in her chest. His hands came to hold her hips, cuffing them with his cool skin and making her shiver. Her outfit wasn’t particularly thick- which was why she had stopped to buy the coat she’d hung up when they walked in. If someone stole it, oh well. It was pretty cheap.

“You do?” She peered at him through her lashes, toying with the hair at the nape of his neck. “Gonna make me blush. Look at you, flirty man.” Harry had been exceptionally affectionate today and it had almost taken her off guard. Like he could finally let go a bit and give her the proper boyfriend treatment, loved treatment, whatever it was called. It made her all fuzzy and hot in her stomach.

“Good. Like making y’shy.” He tugged at the ends of her hair. “Soon as a table opens up we can sit down and properly eat.” But he didn’t mind standing here. He soaked in every second of her leaning into him, playing like a proper couple on a ‘honeymoon’. He liked the feeling of the ring on that finger.

Bunny nodded along, letting her eyes wander around the dimly lit space. The place wasn’t too packed, though as the clouds drew in it seemed everyone was looking for shelter.

“Y/N? No fucking way.” A familiar voice interrupted Bunny from her train of thought. Her head snapped in the direction the voice was coming from, swallowing thickly. Fuck. Not here- not now.

“Ian?” She hadn’t seen him in years, not since he moved away for college. She had been so devastated back then. Sterling’s departure had taken a toll on her and well, Ian wasn’t man enough to tell her he too would be leaving her.

“Are you stalking me?” He joked, taking a step towards her. It seemed as though he hadn’t noticed just who she was there with.

Harry was quick to place himself between them.

Who the fuck is this? And why the fuck did he know Bunny? His jaw clenched so hard he was surprised his teeth didn’t crack, feeling fingers gently pressing against his arm as he looked down at the shorter man.

Was this some sort of sick joke?

“Who the fuck are you?” His words were cold, his molten relaxed nature from before cooling quickly before shattering like glass on the pavement. His eyes were sharp and hard as he looked down, feeling her peek over his arm and try and move closer but he extended it to keep her behind him.

Whoever the fuck this Ian was, he was in London. A place where she knew no one. The world couldn’t possibly be that small, and he was on edge all over again. “Are you following her?”

Oh god. Bunny stepped forward, clutching Harry’s arm in her grasp to try and chill him out. It looked bad, it definitely looked bad and she could understand his irritation, but-

“H, it’s okay-“

“No. It isn’t.” His harsh tone stung his own ears as he approached further, eyes zeroed in on him. “I’ll ask again, How the fuck did you find her here?”

“Find her?” Ian looked like he had seen a ghost. He had remembered Reaper, very very well. How could he forget all the times he’d come over and he’d be outside working on his bike? The death stare he gave was enough to have him rushing inside without turning back. He was aware of the reputation Reaper held, to say Ian was scared was an understatement.

“Dude, I swear I wasn’t trying to make any moves, just surprised she’s here— I live here man.” Ian was in a rush to finish his sentences, attempting to clear the lump forming his throat.

“Baby, you know that, remember? I was dating him before Sterling left.” Bunny peeped up from behind him, her heart beating out of her chest. The last thing she needed was for Harry to cause a scene when they were trying to lay low. While the coincidence was shocking, she knew full well Ian was too stupid to pull off what her stalker was pulling.

“Where?” Harry barked, preparing to grill the man for all he was worth. If he couldn’t tell him a way a Londoner would understand, he was worried he would do his head in right here on the bar. His stomach had already been turning at the mere mention of him dating her before, but the thought of being face to face with someone who could possibly be part of this ongoing torture of his girl? He was seething.

“Canary Wharf, a few stops on the DLR. I’m not giving you my address, sicko.”

“Sicko?” He laughed without humor. “I’m not the one following girls around. How’d you know she’d be here?” He took a step closer, the hair on the back of his neck prickled as he tried to scan the man’s face for any hint of lying.

He was scared shitless, as he should be, but Harry was thrown right back into the paranoia that he usually felt back home. The hesitation and distrust of anyone who got around her. How perfect would it be for her obsessive ex to be the one following her around?

“I didn’t! I swear I didn’t, bro. I’m just as surprised as she is- t-tell him, Y/N. Please!” He was backing up slightly as Harry took another step forward, making her grab his arm and try and tug him back.

“H- Hey.” She gently dragged her fingers down his arm. “Please. It’s okay. He’s been here for a while, he left a while back. I didn’t know where he was moving to.” Trying to diffuse the situation was unnerving. She’d seen Harry get like this a few times, but she didn’t want to make a scene here. “Look at me, please. He’s not the person you think.” Meaning her stalker. She could see the cogs turning in his mind, the nervousness from how he worked his jaw, how his other hand had slipped behind him to have a hand on his gun if he needed it. They couldn’t afford to have that happen in such a public place, but it was well known that Harry, when he was Reaper mindset, didn’t care. He would take out a threat and deal with the consequences. As much as it warmed her that he was that dedicated to her safety, it wasn’t any good if he went down for taking out the wrong guy.

“Babe.” Her stern tone cut through the tension, her hand moving to squeeze over his hand tightly. This couldn’t happen. Bunny’s heart was beating out of her chest, looking between the two of them as she tried to figure out what her next move was. “Ian, you remember Harry yeah?” She began, her fingers rubbing gentle circles over the wedding band on her boyfriend’s hand. It would be hard to explain it to Ian, so she figured it was best to keep them hidden. “He brought me here to London to show me around, we’ve been together for a while now so it felt like a good time to see where he came from.”

Harry was still sizing Ian up, chest heaving slightly. Focusing on the sound of Bunny’s voice, he could still hear the faint sound of blood pumping in his ears. This guy was harmless, she had ruled him out but Harry’s brain was still on high alert.

“Anyways, we were just leaving,” Harry interjected, no longer wishing to be in this idiot's presence. He needed to be back in a safe space with his Bunny.

“We don’t have to-“

“I just remembered our reservation. Let’s go.” The tone of his voice had taken her off guard, unfamiliar with the sweet one he usually held specifically for her, but she would let it go despite how it stung under her skin. He was wound up and nervous, and he had just had a scare in the one place he had seemed to key his guard down. She had to remember that. He had just been knocked over, metaphorically speaking.

“You don’t have to run off,” Ian said with a laugh, feeling a bit bolder and wanting to reclaim that stupid masculinity he had felt was stripped of him from the interaction. “I’m not going to try and steal her-“

Before he could finish, his shirt was fisted in Harry’s hand, his body whipped around and pressed to the bar as the cocky look on his face faded to fear. His eyes were dark and cold, though the anger was simmering under the surface of his skin.

“You can’t have her. She isn’t an item to be stolen. I’ve heard about your puny cock and the lack of care you’ve given my girl. Bold of you to assume she’s mentioned more than her dissatisfaction over you.” He did indeed remember this dickhead. It made him want to drag him to the back alley and use the silencer on his gun to take him out. But he was in public. So threats would have to do. “If you breathe a word of her being here, if you try to contact her, if you even look at her again tonight, I will end you. Make your life a living hell, and end it with your body sunk in the Thames.” His words were quiet, but so matter of fact that Bunny’s eyes widened. The pub noises would filter out anyone else hearing, but she could.

“I know the people from the deepest depths of the underground here. One fucking call and I’ll have your entire flat ruined, your bank account drained, and your body strung up in an abandoned building before they dispose of you. So heed this warning very, very carefully.” He got closer. “You’ll stay here, order a pint, and forget that this night and my woman has ever existed. If I hear a word of this breathed out -and I will- I’ll make good on my phone call.” Eyes traced him in disgust. “And you won’t make very good fish food, either.”

Finally, he dropped the guy and pulled Bunny with him, trying to be mindful of how hard he pulled so her shorter legs wouldn’t make her fall. But he was livid. Angry, his face blank and nostrils flared as he grits his teeth.

She decided to stay silent, following him and wrapping her arm around his, their connected fingers an anchor for the both of them. “I’m sorry.” Her voice peeped, looking up at him. “I-didn’t know he would be there. I swear I haven’t known anything since he moved.”

He froze. Why was she apologizing?

Harry could hear the sound of his teeth grinding, though it seemed he felt no pain. His focus was purely on getting her back to the hotel as safely and quietly as possible. Stupid fucking idiot had to choose this pub of all pubs in London to walk into and ruin the perfect end to the day for his perfect girl.

“S’ fine, Bun.” Harry tried his best to reassure her, though his breathing was still heavy and his mind was still racing. He was on high alert as he guided the two of them through the busy crowd of Leicester Square, no one paid much attention to them there. Only one more turn and they’d be safe in the street right by their hotel.

Bunny wasn’t sure what she was expecting as they entered the hotel and made their way up. She chose to stay quiet, her arms wiggling their way around his waist as her head rested against his chest in an attempt to soothe them both. His heart was pounding, though his muscles were noticeably less tense than they had been at the pub.

She didn’t think she’d be able to eat much now, her main concern was tending to Harry. It’d been a good while since he’d snapped back into his protective state, they’d worked so hard to get him to actually relax on this trip. She had been worried it was all for nothing.

“Talk to me.” She murmured as they entered the safety of their room, the sound of Harry double-checking the locks behind them had her eyes squeezing shut. She wished he didn’t have to go through this. If only they didn’t go to that pub.

His throat bobbed as he scanned the room again, only broken out of the trance when her hands gently grabbed his face, cradling his jaw. All she did was gentle. She treated him with a softness no one else ever had, one that he had never even thought of himself being able to have.

There was a moment he stood without a word, looking down at him as he tried to gather himself. The last thing he wanted to do was scare her or make her feel neglected like he had the time before, but it was really fucking hard to do that. His body was taught, tense and he held back tremors of both rage and fear. It was a false alarm, sure, but he had felt all the feelings he imagined surfacing from finding the son of a bitch stalker. His uneven breathing filled the room as she continued to try and soothe him, her soft and concerned gaze killing him. How the fuck was she being so good with him even after what he had done? How he had shut down?

“I was terrified.” He admitted into the silence of the room. “That it was him. I’m still not convinced he isn’t involved. I was letting myself get too relaxed. You’re in danger.” He stressed, head tilting back as he ran his hands over his face. There was obvious regret and self anger in his tone, breaking her heart just a bit more. “I was selfish for not letting my head be on a swivel. I could never forgive myself if I let you get hurt. Ever.” Hs hands peeled off his cheeks so he could look at her, the seriousness of his words bleeding through.

“I promised to protect you. Not only to your father, to your brother- but to myself. This whole thing, you and I? It isn't just sex to me, Bunny. You’re- you’re mine. In every fucking sense of the word. The one person that means anything to me and if I fuck up because I want to- I want to be selfish and just let go? I’d die. If you hurt, I hurt. I can’t ever let it happen.” He felt the intensity in his stomach rise, the feelings he had been trying to keep in check boiling over in the pot. Frothing over the edges, he couldn’t stop himself from falling for her, no matter how many times he had stirred and tried to keep the overflow at bay.

“You mean the most to me. I’ve never cared this much about a person. I felt so much rage… not only at him but at myself. I’m so angry.” He growled. “He looked at you. He touched your arm. How much fucking clearer does it have to be?” Slowly backing her up, Bunny trusting him as her back bumped against the door and her head tipped up to look up at him. Her angry knight. So passionate about protecting her. “Do I have to get you a sign to tell people you’re mine? That I’m yours and I will rip their hearts from their chest, I will slice off any finger that touches you?” His eyes blazed, Harry’s discomfort obvious. He meant every word. AS gruesome as he could be, she hadn’t seen the whole of it yet. This girl got to see the good parts of him and he was convinced that she would be the only one they were reserved for.

Bunny’s eyes searched his, trying to find some kind of sign. Sure, his emotions were on high, but he meant each word he was saying. She could feel it— never once did his words falter, his gaze never leaving hers as his fingertips delicately began to push her jacket off of her shoulders.

“Say something.” Harry breathed, his eyes too scanning hers in an attempt to anchor himself in the moment. When he was with her nothing else mattered, he didn’t have to be anyone he wasn’t. With her he was free. “I mean every word—“

“I know.” Bunny’s voice had been so quiet she wasn’t even sure if he heard it. The words she had wanted to say were hiding just under her breath, if only she felt brave she would tell him. Profess that she loved him and that she trusted him more than anyone else in this world. “I keep thinking,” She started, her sentence interrupted by the thump of her jacket falling on the floor. “You’re the only one I’d want to be here with. The only one I want…” Her words trailed off with a soft moan. God, she was sick.

Cold fingertips dragged up along her arm, Harry’s other hand finding the warmth of her lower back just under her top. He really couldn’t help himself, she was the only thing that could get him to relax.

His stomach heated with a different sort of passion. A flick of a candle, a switch of a blade, a single moan. Her soft body melted into his own as her eyes bore into his own, that calming energy sinking into his skin and melding into arousal that he couldn’t help. She was aroused by this?

Yes. She was. The woman was affected by his words, by his protective nature. Even as deprived and awful, inhumane as his version of justice could be perceived as, she was excited by it. Flattered. His face got closer to hers, bracing with his arm against the door.

“I mean it.” His words were a shaky exhale. “I mean every fucking word.” His hands slipped further under the fabric, her hot skin melting his icy interiors yet again. “Anyone touches you… anyone even thinks about stroking this perfect skin… tasting your mouth…. Harming a single hair on your head. I’d end them.” He pressed closer, fingers finding the nape of her neck. “I’d kill for you, baby. D’you know that?” Harry doubted that she would ever actually know the full extent of what he would do for her. How close she had him to being on his knees at her wish.

She nodded, their noses brushing together. Harry smiled, not a normal one but what she could consider almost feral. Hot. Her thighs trembled as she couldn’t recall anyone else who had been able to gain such a reaction from her body. Their interactions were always something she felt fully, but his intensity was ringing in her ears, throbbing through her body. There wasn’t a shadow of a doubt that he would.

“I almost did tonight. I meant every word. And I’ll do the same back in Vegas. I’ll find who is tracking you… I’ll send them to meet Hades myself. And then… then I’m going to take you on a proper vacation. I’m going to take you to a beach and fuck you on the sand, I’m going to fuck you on my bike, I’m going to do everything you deserve. I know I don’t deserve you. But I’m a selfish son of a bitch, Bunny. I’m mean, I fight, I do illegal shit, I’ve got blood on my hands and targets on my back, but I’m keeping you anyway.” Their breathing mingled as he tried to control himself but it was slipping.

His lips pressed against hers hard, feeling her fists on his shirt to pull him closer. It was no use.

“I will burn the entire fucking city down to make sure you’re safe. I’ve never been afraid of anything. Death, fire, pain. But I’m fucking terrified of losing you.”

Time stood still as the two of them stood barely a step into their hotel room. Harry cradled her with his arm, unable to get enough of his skin on her own. Her shivers only drove him all the more insane, he was hypnotized by the feeling she brought him, the comfort of her existence was something he felt himself continuously getting drunk on. He didn’t want to stop himself, he couldn’t. Not when every moment felt like it could be their very last.

“I’m not going anywhere, Harry. I’ll always find you.” Bunny knew there was very little could do, but on the off chance that this fucker managed to find her she would leave as many clues for Harry as she possibly could. No way would she let some monster get in the way of this beautiful blossoming relationship. “Even if it hurts me.” She whispered, eyes flickering down to his lips. She was hungry to taste them again, it was the perfect remedy for the comedown of shock. What if she wanted it to hurt?

“Please let go just for tonight… just take me how you want to.” She would do just about anything to get him back to a relaxed state again. This feral look on his face awakened something in her, he’d previously mentioned he’d been holding back. There was something about the dark breathy chuckle he let out that had her mind reeling. “I’m serious.” Bunny felt her heart rate picking up as he toyed with the delicate skin of her neck. “Please.”

“You don’t know what you’re asking.” He whispered, trying to keep that curated delicacy he had reserved for her at hand- but failing. Failing miserably.

“I do.” She whispered back, arching into him. “You’re upset. You want to prove that I’m yours?” There was danger in taunting him. The girl knew that. But she wanted him to break down, to give in to those urges again. The last time had been so, so good. She could still feel the slight ache but she wanted more. Greedy. She was so incredibly greedy for every lick and drop of affection, his real self she could get. Her hand reached for his, pulling it towards the front of her throat to collar it.

“Fuck me, Harry. Own me. Use my body, mark me, make everyone know.” She bleated, eyes wide for him. “Please?” Her lips pressed against his. “Please, please, please. Just for tonight- make me ache. You know my limits. Push them.”

“Baby, I don’t want to hurt you.” Harry breathed through his nose, trying so hard not to give in to her even though she was offering herself up on a silver platter. The feeling of his hand around her throat was something that’d felt natural, her kiss tempting him even more. She knew just how to get him to succumb to her desires but there was still that bit of fear.

Sure, the other night they dabbled into the territory. A few good slaps, her slipping into subspace. This, however, was a whole other beast. Harry could be truly sadistic, relentless in the way he fucked women. While his girl had proven to be the perfect slut for him, he still worried that he would lose himself. There would always be more caution in this because he cared about her, he adored her, her life meant something to him. It just made him worry a little about self control when she taunted him. Especially when he was in a mood like this. Where he knew he wouldn’t stop himself from absolutely ruining her.

“I want you to.” Bunny was confident that she could take it. The slaps yesterday were manageable, hot, even and with the right aftercare, she was positive there was nothing he could do that would truly hurt her. Harry in his feral state was terrifying, yes, but a thrill that made her sopping wet. She was the object of his desire, surely the aggression he would lay upon her would translate differently than it had with anyone before her.

“Want you to show me the real you… want to know what it’s like, I can handle it.” She had opened up for him so nicely, let him see her slip into the softest of spaces. She had hoped to see him enter his own headspace, one where they could interact together.

“God….” Harry rolled his head back on his shoulders, his erratic breathing amplified by her fingers pressing over his own, making him squeeze. It got his attention right away. Damn it all to hell. The woman had a road map to the paths to drive him wild the quickest, the buttons installed in the tips of her little fingers.

She moaned. The vibration of it stung his palm. She was serious. Her head rolling back on the door as she hated herself to him with her eyes fluttering at the feeling. She was showing him, taunting him, and Harry could feel the tether to his rational being fraying.

“You… can handle it?” His lips curled up in one of the most cruel little smirks she had ever seen. “The soft, sweet little slut can handle it? Just a bit of slapping has you slipping. You really think you can manage it? When I make a mess out of you?”

Her nod made him narrow his eyes, watching as she blinked up at him. Did she?

He tested the waters, gathering saliva under his tongue and spitting it right on her closed lips, getting a surprised gasp from her. A flinch. “Lick your lips. Clean it up.” He stood straighter, seeming to loom over her. She stood with wide eyes, looking like she was going to speak before he took his fingers from behind her and lightly smacked her cheek.

“I didn’t fucking ask you to speak. Did I?” Her head shook, a tiny whimper making him laugh before continuing on. “No, I didn’t. I know you get a little brainless when I touch you, all you can think about is cock… but I gave you instruction. Try again.” He hissed, feeling his cock throb at how quickly she let her tongue rub over her lips. Pink brushing over the glistening pair of lips wet with his spit, she slowly dragged the muscle over the pout.

“There we are. Pretty little pet does have some sense floating up there.” He cooed, thumbing the rest she couldn’t get over the rest of her chin and rubbing it into the skin.

There was a pause, his eyes softening for a moment as he checked in. “My messy baby. Are you sure you can handle it? Y’know I adore you.” He pressed a soft kiss to her wet mouth, a direct contrast to his previous actions. “You’re my girl but… I’m gonna be mean to you. You know how to get me to stop, yeah?” It had to be abundantly clear. There wouldn't be unnecessary risks of losing her trust.

Bunny nodded her head, not wanting to risk speaking and making him unnecessarily angry. Just one word, that’s all it would take for him to stop. She decided to take his word for it and behave while she was still grounded in reality, god knows what she’s getting herself into when she was drunk on him and his cock. He’d given her a taste of it last time, blown her expectations out of the water, but she was his greedy girl after all.

His actions had shaken her up just enough for wetness to start pooling in her panties. She loved seeing him in this state, it was so animalistic. He was only focused on one thing and that was pleasure— in this case, his own. She would happily give herself to him a million times over if this meant he could get it out of his system. If it was anything like before she knew she’d enjoy it.

He’d never been mean to her before, it would definitely be a new feeling. However, it was all in the name of sex. Sex makes you say all sorts of things, it’s part of its nature. It’s a connection people can’t properly put into words. Bunny was eager to explore their connection even further and prove their trust.

“That’s a good girl.” He sighed, stroking over her hair before wrapping it around his fist. “Come.”

There was no other option- but Y/N didn’t mind. She followed, relishing in the slight prickling pain on her scalp as he stayed true to his word and led her like a naughty pup over to the bed.

“You’re such a nice girl. It really is such a shock to me that you love acting like a depraved whore.” He said with a chuckle. “Y’know, I thought… the first time we saw each other again, you were so sweet looking. Grown up, not a little girl, but sweet. That big smile and sparkling pretty eyes, bouncing on your feet. And then, later in the night… you crawled up on my lap. Tried to tempt me, with your brother just feet away. That’s when I knew there had to be something with you. Something that made you dirty, just like me.”

He undid his belt with his free hand, the sound of the leather snapping out of the belt loops making her whimper. His start was intense, intently on her eyes as he released her hair. “Wrists in front of you.”

There was no second request. She did it quickly, letting herself feel the warm leather wrap snugly around her wrists and through them. There was a shot of jealousy when she realized she was not the only one he had done this to. No- Harry must have done this dozens of times because of how well he did it, but she kept her mouth shut as he secured her.

“There.” One last tug and she was secure enough to not escape, but easy enough for Harry to be able to undo it quickly. “What a fucking vision you are, darling. Look at you.” His voice aired out, walking in a circle around her. Reaching into his pocket, he steadied himself behind her. His nose brushed her neck, inhaling the scent of her. This was enough to get him drunk. The perfume, her soap, the scent that could only be her…. Biting down on the flesh in a nip to make her yelp.

“Too good. Too fucking good for me, and yet…. You let me do such filthy things to you. I wonder what everyone would think if they knew how eager you were to get my cock in your mouth. So quickly after we agreed I’d be your boyfriend… taunting me. Almost crying because I didn’t give you my cum. And now? Now you want it dripping down your thighs.”

There was a metallic slice in the air, Bunny stiffening as she felt cool metal brush her chest. The flag of his pocket knife. “If they knew you shivered in anticipation while having a knife held to you. You know how nasty you’ve got to be, darling?” He laughed, the heat of it making her shiver again. “Oh, that’s why you’re so perfect for me, little Bunny.”

She gasped as he sliced through the upper part of her top in a swift motion, using his hands to rip the rest off. “But what good is having a beautiful slut at my beck and call if she’s clothed?”

The anticipation was killing her, all her senses heightened. She’d been waiting for him to bring the knife out again, but the unexpected action had her feeling warm. There was something that washed over her, a feeling reminiscent of embarrassment but was much more pleasurable. Sitting there exposed to him, clothes cut, unable to move her hands. The danger of it all was too appealing, Harry played the part well. Though, he wasn’t playing at all.

Harry noticed her breathing pick up, the way her chest was heaving made his cock stir in his jeans. He let the blade of the knife trace down her denim-clad leg, teasing her with the sensation before the tip met the zipper. “I bet you’re soaked under these, my perfect whore. Always ready for me to stuff you.” He was debating cutting the jeans off of her but decided against it, using one hand to unbutton them and pull them down.

Harry wasted no time in slicing her panties off, a dark laugh leaving his lips at her gasp. “Always liked that move, hm? Filthy slut. Open.” He commanded, waiting for her jaw to drop down before stuffing her mouth full of her panties. “Don’t trust you to stay quiet so I think this will do.”

It was degrading, absolutely, but there was just something about the way Harry could make it feel good. The humiliation swam in her stomach pooling down to her cunt, the damp spot on the fabric pressed against her tongue.

“Tastes good, doesn’t it?” He ran the cold metal over her thighs, over her mound ever so carefully to get it wet before moving in front of her. His eyes were dark, tongue licking up the flat of the blade and groaning at the taste. “Yeah. You can see why I love being parked right between these gorgeous thighs. If you weren’t such a baby, you’d stop complaining about being over-sensitive and let me lick you up. But…” he tossed the knife to the side. “I think….” His hand pushed her to fall on the bed. “It’s time for a proper taste. I’ve got you gagged, bound… I can lick you up, and prepare you for my cock. How does that sound?” He turned his back towards her to the drawer beside the bed, where he had left the cleaned and unpackaged toys. “Oh, that’s right. Y’can’t reply.” The snarky reply somehow left her feeling a bit more hot. How did he manage that?

“Gonna make you so sensitive, and you’re just going to lay there and take it. You loved being my fucktoy last time, so let’s see.” Standing between her legs, he tugged her by the ankles toward the end of the bed while he ignored her muffled squeak. “Three kicks with your foot if it’s too much. Otherwise? Don’t complain.” Establishing a safe system was imperative regardless of verbal ability.

Bunny felt her cunt throbbing but resisted the urge to squeeze her thighs together. It wouldn’t do her any good, not when Harry was standing there looking down at her cunt as if it was his first and last meal all at once. He took his sweet time, picking up one of her legs so he could kiss and bite his way down to her core. He loved the way she reacted to him, her sensitivity made him crave her that much more. Her scent had him forgetting what he had initially planned to do, eyes zeroing in on her puffy slick folds. Harry’s hands gripped around her thighs, lowering himself till he was kneeling on the floor.

With the panties gagging her, Bunny assumed her moans would be silenced. Instead, she was met with muffled sounds that only elevated the feeling of Harry’s tongue lapping her up. It was an erotic blend, the sound of slurping and sucking making her legs twitch. He was so good at this. Creating environments built to break her down little by little.

He was relentless.

Of course that was a given, but it seemed he was even more desperate tonight to get her, to get every bit of her slick on his tongue and she couldn’t keep quiet, even with her gag. He wasn’t holding back, licking up from her entrance to her clit before spitting back down and using his hand to gently smack over her.

When she squealed, Harry’s wet mouth grinned, filthy promise written in his eyes as he smacked harder over her clit and watched her hips buck up. “Slut for pain. Like when I do that to you?” He shook his head, picking up the toy and dragging up her wet folds. “I hope that extends to some overstimulation. I want you to cry for me today. Good tears. Tears only I can ever get out of you.”

Turning it on he felt her jump, the lower setting making her squirm as he situated it right on her clit whilst his finger slipped into her cunt. “Drooling little hole you’ve got… you’re lucky you love this so much. It’s going to make it far easier for us when I’m fucking you.”

The woman’s breathing was staggered, her stomach clenching at the tension he was creating. It hurt so good, the burn paired with a deep lull of pleasure creeping throughout her body. The gentle vibration of the toy was tormenting her, if only he had turned it up even just one degree she swore it wouldn’t be as agonizing as this.

Whimpers managed to push through the fabric lodged in her mouth, her thighs twitching in his grasp. She was trying her best not to squirm, breathing heavily through her nose as she mentally coached herself through the pleasure. Her cunt squeezed around his fingers, desperate to be filled by his cock once again. He said he was being mean, there would be no point begging. She did tell him he could do what he wanted. Bunny would be good.

“What a perfect fucking whore, I can feel you squeezing me. Want more?” Harry mocked, rubbing the pads of his fingers over her precious g-spot. He was slow with the movements, coaxing more of those delicious little moans out of her. “Should’ve known you could take it— don’t you dare cum before I say so.” He didn’t want to stop touching her, he intended to flood her senses for a good while before giving her her first of many orgasms.

Harry clicked the toy up a speed, chuckling darkly at the way her body jolted. “So sensitive, so greedy…” He just about growled into her thigh, teeth sinking into the skin enough to satisfy him. The man could tell she was gone, but he didn’t want to stop it. Not when she was taking it so well, not when she so clearly wanted more.

She yelped against the fabric, body jerking as his teeth marked her. He hadn’t been joking when he had said he was going to go for it. While he’s bitten her before, this one was a claiming one. Dark and hard and a promise of more, making her drip for him.

“So-ee.” The poor attempt of ‘Sorry’ was muffled through a gag, apologizing from her jolt. His eyes glazed up at her, shaking his head but continuing his slight torture.

Harry loved to see her wet like this. To see the wet juices of her cunt coat his fingers and drip down her folds, all the way down to her ass. Soon enough it would mark the bedcover, and he couldn’t wait for that. His cock was aching, pulsing in his briefs but he was satisfying a different urge.

“Sorry? Mm… Slutty thing is sorry she can’t take a bite. What are we going to do with you?” Adding another finger, her legs twitched as her toes curled, the sloshing, wet sound of them fucking into her the music he needed to hear to his ears. “Don’t fucking cum.” He warned, pressing the vibrator harder against her clit. “Don’t do it. I know you’ve got a filthy set of holes back here, but have some self control.” He could feel it, the beginnings of clenches around his fingers and her thighs trembling as she began to protest behind the gag.

She almost did it. The pain had buzzed on to pleasure as his joined fingers curled right against a spot that had her stomach jumping, but he could tell. Immediately, her muddled moans were disrupted by a screech. His hand yanked away the toy, his fingers pulling out and the wet palm of his hand coming rough roughly onto her cunt.

“What did I say? Did I not just fucking tell you to hold it? You were going to do it anyway.” Again, his hand came down right over her clit, the sharp sting making her writhe under him. Again. And again. The stringing of slaps to her most intimate area hurt, but they felt good. So good, and Bunny could feel tears gathering at the corners of her eyes.

With a glare, Harry’s fingers pulled her spit soaked panties from her mouth and held her jaw roughly, speaking to her through a cruel smile. “Does it hurt too bad?” He cooed, shaking her head back and forth before he narrowed his eyes. “Or…Did you like that? Did my pretty little pain slut like having her cunt smacked around?” He asked, wiping his wet fingers on her cheek. Y/N was stupified, eyes wide and wet and mouth open as she tried to find the words. “Yes or no, Bunny. Use those words. Or did Daddy take them away from you so quickly?”

“Yes, I liked it, Daddy.” Bunny could feel her face heating up as she breathed out her answer. Admitting it to him always made her feel so shy, even more so than being spread out like this. Her body belonged to him, she never wanted to hide from him after the first time. But saying she liked his twisted methods of domination was another story. She used all the strength she had to hold herself up, using this opportunity to take in his expression. His face was wet—covered in her arousal, and his eyes were dark with pure lust. Primal desire, he couldn’t help himself. Every bit of her struggle to manage the immense pleasure sent him further into the headspace. He swore he could swallow her whole if she’d let him.

“Yeah? You like it, gorgeous?” Harry cooed, noticing the floaty look in her eyes. She was just as far gone as he was, he was glad she had convinced him to give in. His perfect girl, she really could take it.

“I do... I do, I love it.” She mewled, seeking his approval as she looked at him with glassy eyes and pouty lips. “Love e-everything you do to me. I want to make you happy.”

Harry felt that tiny bit of softness leak through the primitive layer, making him pet over her face softly before it melted away. She was dazed, looking like a baby deer- his helpless little Bunny. “I know you do. I could do anything I wanted and you’d thank me for it.” He sighed, shaking his head before pressing his lips to hers. A hint of softness before he had her.

“I could take this little toy….” He took the vibrator, switching it back on to a higher setting and placing it on her clit as he loomed over her shivering body, her mouth open and wet as she took uneven inhales. “And I could tape it to you. I could keep this little thing connected to your poor little clit and make you cum over and over for me until you can’t take it. And you’d thank me.”

A tear dripped down her cheek as she tried to hold back, the orgasm quickly rising as he had found the perfect spot, the perfect pace. “H-sir, sir- please let me cum, please, please, please.” She wrung her hands in the belt, the bite of the leather making her moan. “I can’t hold it, I can’t hold it, I wanna be good-“

And then, it was gone. A sob left her throat, frustration raising as Harry’s smirking face was her only vision.

“That was a cute beg. I liked it.” His smile resembled a wolf. Hunting her down, playing with his food. “Let’s try it again.”

Edging.

“No, no, no— Please!” Bunny cried, thrashing slightly in disapproval. “Please, please, please, please—“

Smack.

“Quiet,” Harry commanded, his voice stern as his hand roughly gripped her face. With furrowed brows he stared down at her, daring her to look away. “You were doing so well, what happened?” He kissed his teeth, dropping her from his grip. “If you want to cum you have to listen to me, brat.” He was testing his own patience. Hearing her beg was a weakness of his, but he wanted to prove a point.

Bunny simply nodded, bottom lip quivering for a moment. She wanted to cum so bad she could cry, the smack he placed across her cheek only fueling the fire in her core. “I’m sorry, sir.” She squeaked, blinking away her needy tears in hopes that he would touch her.

“Can I have a kiss? Please.” Her voice changed momentarily, needing him to ground her and remind her that she was doing well despite his harshness.

It was a moment of clarity, her shaky voice bleeding into a slightly unsure tone that had him softening up nearly immediately. It was good to know that his body truly could tell a difference. His fingers stroked her cheek where he had smacked, eyes gentle as he tipped her chin up and pressed their lips together for a loving kiss. “Doing so well for me. Can’t believe how well you’re taking this.” He murmured against her lips. “You’re okay?” The last thing he wanted to do was upset her seriously.

Thankfully she nodded, puckering her lips for a few more kisses which he readily gave to her before he could sense her melting back into position. “There. Good girl. Just tell me if you need me to stop, you know the safe word.” He gently tapped the tip of her nose before he let that dark mask take back over.

She was in awe of how he could do it. How he could be so loving and tender to her and then call her all the names in the book- and even more so because she loved it. Ate up every single piece of it

Without a word, he slipped his hand under her jaw to keep her eyes on him while the other flipped the vibrator back on. “You can cum this time. Then I think you’ll be nice and open for my dick. I want to see you be the pretty, needy little brat. Talk to me. Because as soon as I’m inside you, you’re not going to be able to.” He nudged their noses together. “Because you get so dumb on my cock. I love every bit of it. But someone’s got to remind you who you belong to.”

She belonged to him.

Everyone in this hotel would know that by the end of the night, Harry would make sure of it. Granting her permission to make noise, he knew there was no reason for her to hold back. He himself was tired of the muffled sounds, he wanted to hear her loud and clear.

“Thank you, sir, I-aH” Bunny’s breath hitched, relaxing into the feeling with a low whine. He had started it off deliciously slow again, though the pain from his previous torment had built up. She was sensitive.

“Just wanna cum, wanna show you how good you make me feel.” Bunny’s hands instinctually went to cup her tits but forgot about her bound wrists. She cursed him in her head, quickly losing herself in the pleasure as he turned the toy up another speed.

“Please slap my tits, want you to bite me again— I wanna cum for you over and over and over like you said, sir.” She was gone, far gone. “I’m your good girl, I promise.”

Harry loved this. He loved every bit of it.

This woman called to every single part of him, making him feel slightly feral as she spoke. This was his best friend’s little sister, the woman he was supposed to protect, and yet she was here telling him to slap her tits, bite her, to make her cum. It was wrong in many senses of the word but Harry had found that part of that made it feel even better.

He growled under his breath, doing exactly as he wanted. “That’s what I wanted.” He chuckled, slapping her bare breast before pinching her nipple. The noise that came from her swollen mouth was unlike what he’d heard before, but it continued when he pulled on it. It was visible in her face, she was wrecked already and he wanted to get her there. Make her babble again, her shaking legs struggling to stay open as he leaned down to bite right on the swell of her breast.

Bunny let out another desperate mewl, the bite hurting so fucking good she was close to seeing stars. “Please, please, I’m a good girl. I’m a good girl for you, I’m yours, keep biting me- M’gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna….” Her frantic squeaks were paired with a dark noise from Harry’s throat, moving to her neck to bite down on the soft curve of her shoulder. As soon as his teeth dug in, she lost it.

The vibrations, the pain of them, his fingers twisting and pinching her breast, the perfect mixture to make her cum. A wail left her plushy mouth as Harry rutted slightly against her thigh, pulling his teeth away to watch her face scrunch in pleasure.

She could feel pins and needles in her legs, crying as she came. The work up to the orgasm, the restraint, his closeness, she was greedy and got one of her wishes.

Bunny sighed in satisfaction, her body convulsing as she rode out the orgasm. “Fuck! Ah-“ She hissed, finally feeling the buzzing of the vibrator on her clit. It seemed that Harry wasn’t satisfied with just the one. “It hurts, Daddy.” She couldn’t bring herself to tell him to turn it off though.

“Shh, give it a few moments, pet…” Harry mumbled against her skin, knowing if she waited long enough the pain would turn to pleasure. It took a few more moments and whines from her till he felt her hips buck up against the toy. “That’s it, give me another one like the greedy little whore you are.” He let his mouth move back down to her chest, sucking at the skin before finding another perfect patch to bite.

Her skin was so warm and smooth against him, though he was starting to get annoyed at the layers he still had on. He hadn’t even bothered to rid himself of his clothes, getting carried away in the moment. He couldn’t bring himself to let go of her either.

“Can I? Fuck— can I cum again? It feels so good, can I, can I, can I—“ Bunny’s breathing was picking up again, eyes squeezing shut as if that would stop the quickly building climax from ripping through her. “I can’t hold it, please say yes, please—”

Pulling off her nipple, his hand smacked against her breast before he barked out the order.

“Cum.”

She felt like she wasn’t in her own body, on her way out. Halfway in. She was hot, sweat on her brow as she shuddered under him. It was fuzzy, her eyes clenching shut as her mouth opened in a silent screech.

Harry loved watching her cum. How her body arched, how she shook, her jaw clenching and her chest heaving. He was going to make sure he could keep this vision exclusively his for the rest of his life.

“That’s it, that’s my fucking girl.” He praised, laughing in disbelief as he felt her gush a little on his hand that held the toy. Messy, wet, everything he had been going for. He knew when it was starting to get too much, her squirm and whine signaling him for the right moment to stop. Pulling it off, he tossed it to the side and pressed their lips together, peppering filthy praises between the kisses.

“My fucking girl. So pretty when you cum for me. You drive me crazy. I’m so obsessed with you.” He panted, pulling back and taking her bound hands, and untying the belt off of her wrists. They looked a little irritated, making him take a second to stroke over them and bring them together to kiss the irritated skin. “M’not sorry, precious. You loved it.”

He was quick to dispose of the rest of his clothes, kicking them whenever they landed. He just wanted her. She was boneless on the bed, his gorgeous woman, panting as she looked at him with wet cheeks and clenched thighs he had to pry back open.

“C’mon,Baby. Up.” He lifted her towards the top of the bed. settling her onto the pillows, her hair haloed across the linen pillowcases, her bitten lips plump and dark, cheeks wet with her tears from the pleasure. His angelic picture with a frame sent from hell.

“You can touch me now, but I need to be inside of you.”

“I want you,“ Bunny’s hands immediately flew up to his hair, tugging at the roots with vigor. She had been itching to do it since the minute his tongue swiped over her clit, her grip so tight she swore her knuckles were white. “Inside. Right now.” She was still breathless, lifting her head to connect their lips once again.

She loved to kiss him. She would be happy just kissing him forever, but why would she want to when he could fuck her like this? “You’re so hot,” She whined against him, “please put your cock in me. I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Bunny let one of her hands trail down his back, nails digging into the skin to inflict a bit of pain and emphasize her words. She needed his cock. “Call me greedy, I don’t care, I want it so bad— I wanna make a mess all over you. Want to feel you,” She trailed off, her eyes glazed over with desire. Her hand moved to grab his, placing it over the softest part of her belly. “Here.”

He had definitely broken her a bit. That shy, soft spoken spirit with a hint of tease had gone full blown need, showing her hand as she broke, egging him for it. Whining. She liked to be manhandled, she liked how regardless of his rough actions he took time to praise and check in and it drove her mad.

His hand flexed on her stomach, a fire flaring through his body. His Bunny begging him for it, not a hint of hesitation- it did something for him. A new wick lit inside, engulfing the rest of him in flames. It triggered a thought. One that would have repulsed him had it been quite literally anyone else…but the girl under him had a way of making him completely and utterly ruin any walls he had up. Rubble on the pavement.

He obliged, settling between her legs and brushing the dripping, ruddy tip of his engorged cock through her slick and puffy lips. It was so easy to get wet enough, wasting little time as he began to push in.

“Then take it.” He whispered, sliding his hand under her neck to hold her there. Right at the nape, eyes watching as hers watered at the stretch. “You want me in your belly, baby? Want to be full of me?” Lips brushed hers. “You are such a needy, desperate little bitch. Y’know that? I adore every part of it. Makes me even more glad that you’re mine… but…” he hissed as she welcomed him in, finding his home deep seated in her cunt with his balls up against her ass. “When you do things like that, makes me want to breed you.” Their mingled breathing paused as Bunny’s caught in her throat. “Ought t’knock you up. Keep you full….. because you’re mine. You know it… but the world should know too, shouldn’t it? Should know *exactly* who you belong to.”

Y/N whined, wide eyed looking at him as her body reacted to the ultra possessive claim. He’s always been a domineering man, but something about such a permanent claim had them both hot. It would be the worst timing, but her legs tightened around him to keep him close.

“Please.” The bleated word hit his lips. “I- yes. Yes. I want it, I want you in my belly. Please do it.”

Harry snickered at her pleading, feeling his cock grow impossibly heavy inside her. She was begging for his load, to have his child. Part of him knew she was just spacey, but he decided he’d let himself imagine she truly meant it for the moment. Would hurt right?

“Asking so nicely, like a good little slut.” He purred, the same feral smile returning to his face. His hips pulled back only to snap back inside her with a guttural moan leaving his throat. “Fucking love your cunt,” He set a slow pace for himself, wanting to meld his cock into every part of her walls. “Think I could spend days inside of you and still never get enough…. And you’re squeezing me so tight, you still aren’t satisfied?”

“No, too slow.” Bunny breathed, at her wit's end. Feeling full of him wasn’t cutting it in this state, she was feigning. Her hips bucked up on her own, her back arching to lean further into him. Her bratty self wasn’t taking too well to this position. He was still going easy on her. “Don’t tease me anymore, know you want to fuck me stupid. Make me hurt. Show me how you want it.”

What she hadn’t expected, though, was the sting in her scalp as he gripped her hair and kept her face still as he filled her to the brim, stopping the thrusts.

No. No, she needed more.

“I think you forget who’s in charge here.” He snarled. “No matter how good your cunt is, I’m the one who owns it. Making demands?” He laughed through his nose. “I’ll do as I damn well please.” His cock pulled back out to the tip before slamming back in, making the bed lurch and hit the wall.

She swore she saw stars, a scream leaving her lips as he repeated it again. Deep, so fucking deep that she didn’t know what to do with herself.

“Where did my good whore go? I love that beg but-“ he gave another devastating thrust, making her pant, nails digging into his back roughly. “You turned into a brat. Lucky I need to empty my balls and you’ve got a perfect hole for it, or I’d take it away from you.”

Her grip was strong enough to break skin, nails clawing down the length of his back with primal need.

Harry groaned at the feeling, the burn adding to his arousal. He liked the pain she was inflicting upon him but needed to be closer, deeper.

Without much of a warning, he pulled out and flipped her around, slamming back into her with such force the bed frame smacked against the wall again.

“No more words, Princess? Already gone dumb on my cock?” Harry couldn’t stop his hips from pistoning in and out of her with force. The feeling of her milking him was far too good, he’d teased himself enough and it was time to give in. “Take it. Every, last, bit.” His voice grew dark, pushing himself up off of her so he could take in his view.

Beautiful supple skin ready to be marked in any way he pleased. Her ass was something he couldn’t resist. “Wanted to plug you up today, make you squirm till you begged for me to fill both of your holes.” Thwack. Harry paused to admire the trace left over on her skin. “I couldn’t wait. I knew you couldn’t either— filthy little slut. You’re dripping f’me.” He smirked, placing another heavy handed smack on the opposite cheek.

She didn’t know how good it would feel.

There had been a feeling. With how he had smacked her before, how he had held her a bit rough. She knew that she liked pain and liked to see him in a darker, dominant headspace- but she hadn’t expected to feel the stinging prickles on her cheek and have it travel down to her cunt, showing clearly now as he fucked into her. His smacks had made her moan, the garbled noise fueling him further. His fingers brushed over her hot skin gently and massaged the flesh as his cock pounded into her. A contrast to the heavy thrusts stealing her breath and the slamming of the headboard into the wall behind them.

“Fu-uck. I can’t- I….” She choked on her words as he shifted, one leg over her hip while he stayed between his thighs with the other one. Her ass was spread open with his hand, thumb pressing into her hole as she squealed and thrashed under him.

It was too much. Both her holes being filled, the jostling of her body, being tossed around with her face in the sheets, she came without permission. Screaming muffled into the fabric as her face was stained with sweat and tears, noises punched out of her as he didn’t let up.

If anything? It spurred him on.

The steady sound of the headboard smacking against the wall kept the two of them anchored in reality. They paid no mind to the slow cracking in the bed frame, instead, Harry found himself sinking deeper into a new headspace.

“Greedy girl,“ He growled lowly, his voice settling in the thick air of the room. The smell of sin was enough for him to feel high. “Can’t wait for permission?” Another smack reverberated throughout the room. “You‘ll give me another.” He demanded.

Bunny opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Unable to form a single sentence, she screamed while writhing beneath him. Everything felt fuzzy, her vision blurry, her body completely open. His words made her cunt clench, surprising herself with how much she could take. Her body was begging for more. Her head turned so she could catch her breath, attempting to stabilize herself with her grip on the sheets and mattress. It was no use.

“Knew you’d shut up.” Harry was feral. “Keep screaming, slut. This is exactly what you wanted wasn’t it?”

It was, it was exactly what the both of them wanted- and they wouldn’t be stopping.

Not until it was 3 in the morning, the bed had broken, and their muscles ached.

And a hole in the wall from the bed frame- but that would be a problem for when they woke up. So would Harry’s raised and bleeding scratch marks, the bruising on Y/N’s hips and wrists, the lack of voice she was going to have from screaming when he hit it just right- but that was tomorrow’s problem. Right now, it was time to relish in their unfiltered, unadulterated passion.

Who knew when they’d get this opportunity again?

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2k7 | Joel Miller x fem reader Summary: you have an affair with Joel, a taxi driver. He is obsessed with you Warnings: 18+ mdni. PW not much P, dom/sub dynamic, infidelity, stalking, a lot of "sir" use Dirty talk, degradation, praise kink, oral, spanking, spitting, pussy slapping, unprotected piv, rimming, anal, dildo, double penetration with dildo, creampie. No age specified, no outbreak, AU a/n: @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog Kate, as always, thank you so, so much for correcting me 💕💕💕😘

Masterlist | ao3

Joel was waiting in his taxi, at night.

You were coming back from a business trip. He saw you coming out of the train station, wearing a mid-season white coat, a black skirt, a black top, high heels. You got into the back of his taxi and he drove off. As usual, you didn't speak. You sometimes looked at each other through the interior rearview mirror.

He parked in the street and you went ahead going to the entrance door of the building, and then up the stairs. You felt his gaze on you. You knew he liked it when you wore high heels. But he didn't touch you.

Entering the apartment, you put your purse and coat on the couch, before heading towards the bedroom.

You looked at the wall next to the window. Covered in photos of you. Photos taken when you were walking in the street, coming in and out of work, your home, the train station. Some photos were new since the last time you were here. In Joel's apartment.

It’s been a long time since Joel stopped hiding it from you.

He liked to stalk you, he liked that you didn't know he was there, when he was taking these photos. He then developed them at home, under the red light of his darkroom.

You loved his obsession with you.

Sometimes he would stop by your work. He’d stay there for a few minutes, in the large hall of the company where you worked, looking up at your office upstairs, with glass walls. Watching you. Then he’d leave. He never intervened.

He sat in the armchair in his room, next to his bed, waiting. He was wearing jeans and a white tank top.

"Undress, sweetheart," he ordered.

You unbuttoned your blouse, and unzipped your skirt before sliding it down your thighs then removing it from your ankles. You kept your bra and panties on.

“Don’t move,” he told you. You waited near the photo wall, biting your lip.

He smirked, then stood up and moved closer to you, before placing his right hand against the wall, making you step back and lean on the cold surface. He wrapped his left hand around your wrist. You felt the edges of the photos against your back.

You looked at each other and you waited, because since the first time you went to his apartment, a balance had been established automatically. He wanted to lead, and you wanted to be used.

Your and Joel's gaze shifted from eyes to lips. You let him initiate the next move, as usual, knowing it would happen when teasing would no longer be enough for him.

He kissed you, parting his mouth and sliding his tongue between your lips before coming to caress yours. Brushing his nose against yours, he tilted it from left to right, without removing his mouth from you.

His kisses were always passionate, without sentimentality. When your mouths finally parted, both of you were out of breath.

He took your left hand and looked at your wedding ring, before sliding your ring and middle fingers into his mouth and sucking on them. He played with your wedding ring, sliding his tongue against the thin golden band.

You were married, but Joel didn't care. And to a lesser extent, neither did you. You didn't particularly like the idea of cuckolding your husband, but things had happened with Joel and you weren't planning on ending it. You were unattached to each other, except for the fucking part, and that suited both of you.

He pulled away from you and said “need your mouth on my cock now darlin’. ”

You knelt down before undoing his belt and sliding it out to the floor, then unzipping his jeans. You barely tugged them down, just to take his cock out. It was leaking, precum glistening on its tip.

You looked at him. “Suck it,” he said.

You dropped some saliva onto his tip, and licked it up with his precum, rounding your lips around his shaft. You took his cock in your hand and began to jerk him off, your lips adjusting to his size. You moaned, before asking “can I touch myself, sir?”

“Needy already? Of course you can darlin’. “

As you continued to suck and jerk him, you ran your hand down your panties, moaning as you felt the wetness beading against the fabric. You then slid your hand inside the underwear, to your folds.

“Are you soaked, baby?”

“Yes, I am, sir”

“Good girl. I'm sure you started getting wet as soon as you arrived at the train station, thinking about how I was going to fuck you."

Joel wasn't a talker, except for the times when he was fucking you. His dominance came through the degradation that he liked to formalize out loud, and you loved it. When he spoke to you while your mouth was filled with his cock, you pulled away to respond to him, obedient, before taking him back in your mouth.

He grabbed your hair into a ponytail, and said “your mouth was just waiting to be fucked. You know I always see the way you bite your lip when you look at me?”

You nodded.

"Answer me correctly."

"I do, sir"

“You always think of my cock when you look at me. I know you do.”

“You are right, sir.”

“Good girl. I’m gonna fuck your throat now.”

You paused your movements, waiting for him to take control. His fist tightened in your hair, he pushed his cock deep into your mouth. You pulled back but he stopped you from taking it out.

“No. You can do better than that. I trained you to take my cock down your throat, didn’t I?” He maintained his grip, preventing you from responding.

“So, you're gonna act like a good little slut, and you're gonna let me fuck your throat, just like I taught you.”

You nodded.

He resumed his movement, more slowly, until he brushed his tip against the back of your throat. He held you for a few seconds, while you struggled not to choke. Then he pulled his cock out. "That's better darlin'. Again."

He went deeper, and kept you against the base of his cock for longer, your nose caught in his pubic hair.

“Good girl.” He set up a faster motion, and you gasped less and less every time he hit the back of your throat. Joel released his grip on your hair, grabbed your head in both hands, and quickly started to fuck your mouth.

“Oh yeah… like that baby. Just like that. You take me good.”

His words made you even wetter. He pulled out of your mouth.

“On the bed now. On your back.”

You went to lie down as he wanted, he put his head between your legs and pushed your panties to the side.

“You’re so fucking wet.”

He spat on your pussy and slid his fingers between your folds, mixing your wetness with his saliva. He smacked your pussy twice, making sure to slap your swollen clit in the process. You cried out in surprise.

“Shhh… it’s ok, baby, it’s ok.”

He slipped two fingers in your pussy. “You’re so wet I could already fuck you with three fingers, filthy girl.”

You wiggled under his words before saying “Joel, please”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m… I'm sorry. Please, sir”

“What do you want?”

“Would you eat my pussy, please, sir?”

“I don’t know if you deserve it, you can’t even suck my cock properly.”

“I’m sorry sir, I had lost the habit of having your big cock in my mouth. The last time was over a week ago.”

“It’s a shame your husband doesn’t have a cock big enough to keep you training when I’m not here, darlin’.”

He slapped your clit again, before wrapping his lips around it and sucking on it.

“Oh… Thank you, sir.”

The sucking noises were obscene, coupled with his fingers fucking your soaking pussy.

“You better cum quickly, baby girl, because I want to fuck you now.”

He swirled his tongue over your clit, focusing on the sensitive nerves.

“I’m… I’m gonna cum, sir."

“Go ahead, baby,” he replied, his tongue still on your clit.

You were moaning, louder and louder, until you came, your pussy squeezing his fingers as you spasmed.

Joel stood up to take off his tank top, and came to lay on top of you, his jeans still resting on his hips. He took his cock in his hand, and buried himself halfway into your pussy, before pulling back and pushing all the way in this time.

You moaned, "Use me, sir."

"Of course, I'm gonna use you, darlin'. That's why you're here. We both know that."

He started fucking you. You passed your hand between your two bodies, and circled his cock with your hand, while he continued his thrusts.

“Oh fuck… that’s good. Good girl. Yeah, hold my cock like that.”

He was leaning on his hands, on either side of your body, pounding you.

“Have you been training your ass since last time?”

“I have, sir.”

“Dildo or your husband's cock?”

“Both, sir.”

“Good girl. But not too much I hope? I want your hole to be tight for my cock.”

“My ass is gonna be really tight for your cock, sir, just as you like it.”

“Let’s see," he removed your panties. "On all fours, darling.”

You turned around, leaning on your knees and hands, while he took off his jeans and boxer briefs. He spanked you hard, and spread your ass cheeks while running his thumb over your tight ring, wet from the moisture that had leaked from your pussy.

“I don’t want to prepare you much. You know how I love it when your ass is tight. You like it too, don’t you?”

“I do like it, sir”

“You remember the safe word?”

“Yes, sir”

“Tell me what it is.”

“It is “blueberry”, sir.”

He positioned himself between your legs and entered your pussy slowly.

“Oh baby… it’s impossible not to put it in your pussy when I see you like that.” He stopped and grabbed his camera from the edge of the bed, before taking a photo of his cock buried in your pussy. “Need it for my wall,” he explained.

He spat on your ass and brought the saliva to your tight hole with his thumb. He swirled it around to loosen it, before spitting again. Then he withdrew, and bent down to point his tongue at your ass, holding your buttocks apart with his hands. He growled. He licked your ass, running his thumb in a steady motion.

“Okay, baby, let’s go.”

“No…no lube sir?

He didn't respond, but rested his cock against your ring and started pushing.

“Oh fuck….”

“Don’t be rude, honey. Come on, I know you can take it.”

Tears approached the corners of your eyes as you tried to release yourself.

“Good girl. Relax, I’m almost in.”

He leaned down to spit just above your ass, watching the saliva drip down. He tried to push his cock in but couldn't get through the entrance and knelt down again to lick your ass. He put two fingers in your pussy and started fingering you, making you moan.

“Yeah, just like that. You're doing so well for me. I’m gonna prepare you a little more, so you can take my cock.”

He licked you again, his tongue digging into your ass.

“Alright, baby. I think you can take it now.”

He positioned himself on your ass and said “relax, honey. You can do it. Same as before.” You nodded as he pushed. He passed the ring moaning, “mmm yeah baby… just like that.”

He pulled back before diving in again, further. “Fuck… that’s good. Are you ok, baby?”

“Y…yes sir. I can take it.”

“I know you can, sweetheart. You always can.”

He fucked you deeper, at a slow pace, until his cock was buried entirely in your ass.

“That's it.. God it’s SO good.”

He moved back and set a faster pace.

“You like that?”

“Yeah…fuck…sorry. Yes, sir.”

“Don’t wanna come yet. We're gonna play a little bit. Lie on your back."

He got out of bed and went to open the drawer of his nightstand. You watched him take out a dildo, which size was almost as imposing as that of its cock.

“I’m sure you can take two dicks, darlin’. Will you do that for me?”

“I… I don’t know sir. I never… never did that before.”

“We’re gonna go slow, don't worry, baby. You know I wouldn't hurt you. But if it’s too much, you use the safe word. Otherwise I will consider that everything is fine and I won’t stop.”

He settled between your thighs and spread your cheeks. He held the dildo in his right hand, and came to push it into your pussy. It clenched against the dildo and he smiled.

“You take it well. Almost as good as my cock”

He started to fuck you with the dildo, before running his tongue over your clit.

"Oh! Oh my… that’s good, sir.”

He licked your clit with the flat of his tongue, sometimes lapping your folds all the way to the dildo. He swirled his tongue over your clit, then removed the dildo to fuck you with his tongue. Before fucking you again with the dildo, and licking your clit.

“Come for me, baby. You’re such a good girl.”

He rubbed circles on your clit, increasing the pace of the dildo in your pussy and you moaned.

“Come on baby. Soak that dildo.”

You came and bit your hand to stop yourself from screaming.

“Okay, baby. Now we're really gonna play. On all fours”

You got into position, and you felt him slide the dildo into your pussy again.

“You’re so pretty like that. But you’ll be even more beautiful in a few minutes.”

He pushed the toy into your pussy, leaving it buried deep. He took another photo, before pressing his cock against your ass. “mmm baby…I’m gonna fuck your two holes.”

He pushed, didn't stop before he hit the bottom, and his balls hit against the dildo.

“Fuck, darlin’, I feel it against my cock. How do you feel?”

“It’s… a lot sir. I feel so full. In both holes."

“You are doing so well, my sweet girl”

He grabbed the dildo and pulled it out at the same time as he pulled back from your ass, on the verge of pulling out completely. Then he thrust into you, with the same rhythm in both your holes, speeding up little by little. Your moans grew louder and louder, you held yourself back from turning them into a scream.

"Do not hold back. Scream like the whore you are. I want my neighbors to hear you, and to know that I am fucking the beautiful woman who came home with me.”

“Fuck…”

“Say my name, baby.”

“Joel…shit….” you could no longer hold back your cries, encouraged by his words.

“Come for me. One last time.”

You rested your head on the pillow before quickly sliding your index finger against your pussy. You couldn't resist the urge to touch the dildo that was sliding in and out of you, before quickly turning your clit under your finger.

“Sir… I‘m gonna come. Fuck… Joel!”

“Come on, baby. Come on my cock, and then I’ll fill you up. Come on, I won’t last much longer.””

You ran your index finger faster on your clit, before cumming, and he filled your ass with his cum, painting your tight walls. He pulled out and made you turn around, before grabbing the dildo to slide it into your mouth.

“Suck it, baby… I want you to taste yourself”

You tried to suck it, as best as you could, despite the effects of your orgasm which were not quite over.

“Fuck, baby… you’re beautiful.”

He removed the dildo before kissing you.

“Next time I want you to stay longer. So I can shoot my load into your three holes. And when you get home, I know that whatever hole your husband fucks will have been filled with my cum a few hours before."

Joel dropped you off at home.

The next day at work, you were leaving your office, with your husband by your side. You looked down to the lower level. Joel was leaning against a wall, looking at you, smiling. Then he left.

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majestyjun · 9 months

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omg fml these photos HES HUSBAND AGHHHH

(nsfw + minors dni !! husband!taehyun, fingering, unprotected, slight exhibition (?) sorta)

husband!taehyun after his 9-5 coming to pick you up from home, taking you to a dinner at your parents house. ever the gentleman, hand resting on your thigh while he drives, only letting go momentarily to loosen his tie, glancing over at you at every red light, a slight smile on his lips. pulling out your chair for you, greeting your parents perfectly,,, he’s so picturesque. smooth jaw fresh from his morning shave, rim of a wine glass on his plush lower lip. a knowing glance when he slides your plate over so he can cut your food for you, rubbing his thumb across yours when he hands it back. entertaining your parents easily, fielding questions about his work and his previous work trips. on the outside, he’s so absolutely flawless.

your husband, taehyun, would never be slipping a hand over your thigh, his warm palm a touch too high, fingers playing with the hem of the dress he chose for you, sliding the material higher and higher. trying to hide a gasp in a cough when his fingers press against your flimsy panties, rubbing the wet fabric against your folds, soaked panties and his ring on his finger brushing against your thigh.

sitting in front of your parents with a mess of arousal between your legs, taehyun’s fingers slowly curling n pushing into your drooling cunny as he carries on,,, a daze in your mind as you struggle to keep up with the conversation, nodding in agreement n mumbling responses, not trusting yourself to hide the noises you’ve held back for almost the entire dinner,,, shakily holding utensils as taehyun leans over, are you okay, love? his fingers touching your forehead as you bite back a whimper,,, dress shoved back down abruptly, the restrained whimper when his fingers leave your soaked cunny… and husband!taehyun’s hand on the small of your back as he guides you to the bathroom, offering to make sure you’re… okay.

clinking of plates muffled by a wall as your parents clear the table,,, as you’re pushed over the counter, a smirk on taehyun’s lips as he yanks up your dress, quiet, honey, unless you want them to know. a big hand pressed over your mouth as his stiff erection presses against your panties as he unzips his dress pants, taking his saliva wet covered hand from your mouth, a low groan escaping his lips as he strokes himself, precum dripping from the flushed tip,,,

the buckle of his belt hitting your plush thighs as husband!taehyun fucks you dumb in the bathroom, hips slamming yours roughly, slaps of skin echoing against tile, muffled high pitched moans against taehyun’s firm hand clasped over your mouth, his hand holding your face up,,, look at yourself, darling, taehyun murmurs in your ear, his tongue dragging over the lobe of your ear, his dark eyes meeting yours in the glass reflection, love you like this, all mine. fingers slipping against the smooth counter, unable to think of anything but your husband taehyun who’s ruining you as your parents wash dishes through the wall,,,

taehyun’s tie slipping off his neck to the floor as he groans into your neck, bruising grip on your hips,,, until his hand lets go n finds your throat, feeling the rapid pulse under his fingertips as he squeezes lightly, enough to send your mind spiraling, pussy clenching down as you cum in a mess of whines and cries of his name, an indent the size of his wedding band and fingers forming against the skin of your neck as taehyun slams his hips into yours, cock kissing your cervix as he cums, hot seed spilling into your swollen cunny as he presses kisses down the marks his fingers left on your neck, fingers lacing through yours as his broad chest presses to your back, quiet breathing as your highs slow,,,

meet me in the car, husband!taehyun murmurs, a quiet i know, honey as you whimper, a sudden loss of fullness as he swiftly pulls out, warm trickling down your thighs. love you, he whispers against your lips as he pulls you in for a soft kiss,,, ‘nd gonna make such a mess of my pretty wife when we’re alone.

#taehyunnie <3 #taehyun smut #txt smut #txt hard thoughts #txt hard hours

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whorekneecentral · 9 months

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*resubmitting my request

prompt 33: “you look so pretty with my cock in you”

prompt 64: “say my name- louder” with danny ric!

where there are at a party/gala and daniel gets jealous with all the male attention shes getting🫣

oh this is a banger - also is this the 400th piece I've used chloe and scotty's wedding as the event ? yes but shhh // prompts: “you look so pretty with my cock in you” + “say my name- louder”

Daniel wondered where you disappeared too. The last he saw you, you were taking photos with Chloe and the rest of the bridesmaids before you went off to get a drink.

To no one's surprise, he found you by the bar, surrounded by a group of Scotty's friends that looked absolutely enamoured by you. Daniel didn't blame them, you always did have a certain aura about you that held the focus of any and everyone around you - how else do you think you got his attention ?

"Anything interesting ?" He butts in, standing next to you. you smile when you see him, leaning into his side. "I was just telling them a story from your Redbull days with Seb."

"Hm, I have a few good ones from then."

The guys start to realize Daniel wasn't a fan of the attention they were giving you and one by one fizzled out. Your boyfriend rests his hand on your lower back, telling you to follow him as you two walked out into the hallway. It was a short walk before Daniel pulled you into an empty room, locking the door behind you.

"Everything okay, love?" You asked, looking at him confused.

"Did you really want attention so badly ?" He steps closer to you, you're still confused. "What are you talking about?"

"If you want attention," he drags a finger up your shoulder to your neck and finally he holds your chin, forcing you to look at him. "You come to me."

"I was just getting a drink-" "Then why were all those men fawning over you, darling?"

"I can't stop them from looking, Danny."

You barely have time to register what's happening when your boyfriend turns you and bends you over the closest surface. He pushes the dress up over your hips, you can feel his belt clink as he undoes it.

Your arms are propped on the counter, holding you up. You watch as he pushes your dress up, bunching over your hips. his hand slips between your thighs, fingers brushing over your panties and your head drops forward.

Panties pushed to the side and He smiles at the way your face twists in pleasure. “You look so pretty with my cock in you,” he hums, kissing along the back of your shoulder as his hips dig into your ass.

"Mhm hm," you can barely keep yourself up at this point, Daniel's hand digging into your hips. "Daniel-"

“Say my name- louder.”

You give in, his name falling from your lips like a prayer until he's finally satisfied.

#daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo smut

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jessamine-rose · 10 months

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☀︎⋆˖⋆⁺₊⋆꒰ Sunset ꒱⋆₊⁺⋆˖⋆☀︎

One of these days, I’m going to beat Miguel O’Hara with a stick for continuing to torment me with brainrot. For now, I’ll hurt him with his Canon Event trauma. This fic can be read as either a standalone piece or as a prologue to my yandere fic The Spider and the Fly <3

Special thanks to @diodellet for beta-reading this and @bweoo for inspiring me with their art!! This piece is not as dark as my usual works, but that just means more tears feels~

Tw:: YANDERE, manipulation, blood, mention of death, self-deprecation, oh no it’s the moral consequences of Miguel’s actions

Note:: Female reader, ATSV spoilers, features Gabriel and Gabriella

♡ 3k words under the cut ♡

Your husband acts like a different person these days.

Over the weeks, you’ve noticed a change in Miguel. The cause is unknown.

He is more serious. His exhaustion is more prominent. He’s more preoccupied with work, to the point that he often comes home late or gets called in at random hours—and he becomes evasive whenever you ask about it.

He is still cheerful around Gabriella, but he treats you differently. Not to say that he is no longer fond of you, but he acts more…guarded. Distant. When he looks at you, it feels like he is taking you in with new eyes.

He still calls you by your special nickname. So why does it feel like there is more weight to his affection? Why do you feel uncomfortable in his embrace?

Why do you get the impression that something has gone horribly wrong?

꒰♡꒱

The first instance is the morning after your movie night with Gabriella.

When you wake up, Miguel is already out of bed. He is reading something on his laptop, and the desk is cluttered with old photo albums. His side of the bed is cold.

“Good morning,” you mumble. “Why are you up so early?”

He turns around quickly, screen paused at a family photo. “I couldn’t go back to sleep.”

“All right.”

Yawning, you open your closet and select your outfit for the day. A mint green dress, a belt with silver designs, a purple coat to drape over your shoulders…

“Miguel, can you please get my heart stud earrings? And my sun necklace?”

“Sure.” He reaches for the earring stand and easily finds the correct pair. Then he moves on to the jewelry box.

He opens the wrong drawer.

The top drawer holds your bracelets. He quickly closes it, only to open the drawer for your hair accessories. Then the one for your regular necklaces.

By the time you’re fully dressed, he is still searching.

“Just a minute,” he mumbles. He is staring at the contents of the last drawer, as though your sun necklace could be hidden among the colorful ribbons.

You walk over to him and open the hidden compartment.

“Here.” You take out the necklace, along with your pearl ring. “Right where I left them.”

How could he forget? That’s where you always keep them.

“Oh, right.” He closes the compartment and returns to his laptop. “Sorry, my brain was on autopilot. I think I need more sleep.”

Now that you think about it, he didn’t sleep well last night. You were the one to initiate cuddles, and his arms felt stiff around you.

You give him a sympathetic smile. “I’ll prepare extra coffee for you.”

There is something silver on his wrist, covered by his long sleeves. A new watch?

“Thanks.” He gives you a grateful look. “I’ll wake up Gabriella.”

With that, he leaves the room.

You open the hidden compartment again.

Where is his favorite watch?

Did it break? The leather strap is already discolored, but you’ve never seen Miguel without it. It was an anniversary gift from you.

Never mind, there is no harm in replacing it. Metal is more durable.

You continue getting dressed.

Your necklace is the same. Shiny beads, your favorite colors, a sun-shaped pendant—the prettiest thing in your collection. It was made by Miguel and Gabriella.

Lastly, you put on your wedding ring.

As always, it is a perfect fit.

꒰♡꒱

While Gabriella is at a friend’s sleepover, you plan another movie night.

Miguel works overtime again but other than that, he acts normal. He gives you the same forehead kiss, the same mi sol spoken with affection, the same cuddles on the sofa.

…You do realize that his body feels unfamiliar. Stronger. Has he been working out?

“I think I just found my new favorite film!” You turn off the TV, eagerly facing Miguel. “The costume design, the actors, that ending—it was all perfect! It’s a cinematic masterpiece.”

He smiles at you, amused by your reaction. “It was all right.”

“Are you kidding? We need to watch it again with Gabriella. She—”

Your leg hits the coffee table. Your glass tips over, and he catches it before it spills.

“Oh, sorry!” You sit back down as he returns the glass of water.

Did he always have fast reflexes? “It’s fine. Are you hurt?”

“No.” Your smile returns as a memory resurfaces. “At least it isn’t iced coffee this time.”

He gives you a blank look. “What do you mean?”

“You know, iced coffee.”

“Oh, right. That.” His eyes light up, followed by an awkward laugh.

Your smile falters.

How could he forget the cause of your first meeting? It’s practically a bedtime story for Gabriella, the story of how her parents met through a series of coincidences.

A sunny afternoon. A trip to an unfamiliar cafe near Alchemax. A crowded street which led you to bump into a stranger. A poorly-sealed cup which spilled iced coffee all over his jacket, resulting in apologies, reassurances, and a promise to meet up again for the laundry bill.

You don’t understand your sudden nostalgia. “It’s funny, isn’t it? It was so…messy. Unromantic. But had anything been different, I never would’ve met you.”

“It’s true.” He regards you with a contemplative gaze. “It’s in the fine details.”

“I mean, think about it! If my coffee cup was properly sealed, if I wasn’t left alone with the shy intern who recommended the cafe, if you didn’t finish work early to visit Gabriel, if the rain didn’t stop earlier…Alchemax is researching the multiverse theory, right? It’s almost scary to imagine countless other worlds where I don’t have you and Gabriella.”

Or did the chain reaction begin with your first taste of coffee? With your first breakup? With your job application to your dream company, despite your family’s disapproval?

“It’s true,” he sighs. “The probability of our first meeting must be less than 0.001%. It would’ve been impossible for me to find you elsewhere, mi sol.”

There is something sad about the way he says it.

You take his hand and intertwine your fingers, offering a soft smile.

“Then we’re really lucky to live in this universe, aren’t we?”

꒰♡꒱

Gabriella’s birthday gift is the right choice.

You sit on the bleachers, watching her and Miguel try out her new soccer ball. They look happy in every video you take.

You wish the same can be said for you.

Earlier, you asked Gabriella if she noticed anything different about her dad, but she said no. To her, Miguel is the same parent who coaches her in soccer and makes more time for her and looks at her with the warmest of smiles. He’s always been better at this.

“Are you sure you don’t want to join them?”

Your brother-in-law returns with the tray of cupcakes. You shake your head, gesturing to the colorful bandages on your leg.

“Not today. I don’t want to ruin her special day with a repeat of our last game.”

Your accident wasn’t that bad, thankfully. Gabriella let you pick your favorite Band-Aid designs, the same thing you do when treating her injuries. And it earned you a walk back to the car in Miguel’s arms; you could really swear that he’s gained more muscle. Why, though?

“Hey, Gabriel, have you noticed anything off about your brother lately?”

“Miguel?” He shakes his head. “He’s the same as ever. Did something happen?”

If even his own family hasn’t noticed anything, what could it be?

You twist your ring around your finger. “It’s nothing. I probably imagined it.”

“Are you sure? I can talk to him if you want.”

In that case, is Miguel only acting differently around you?

Could you have done something wrong?

“No, everything is fine.”

“Mom!” Gabriella runs over to you, all smiles. “I won the game!”

“That’s great, Gabby!” You wipe off her sweat with a towel before fixing her headband. “How many victories does that make against Dad?”

Miguel is next. He’s still wearing the blue ribbon you attached to her gift, and there is a bit of grass on his sleeve.

Is he still wearing that new watch? Where did he get it?

He gives you a concerned look. “You okay?”

“I’m fine, love.” You put on a perfect smile, mindful of your daughter and Gabriel. “I’m just a bit tired. I was so excited for the party that I could barely rest.”

You can’t make a mistake with him, not in front of Gabriella. She deserves better.

“Gabriel, can you take a photo for us?”

꒰♡꒱

Miguel’s office is dark.

You idle outside the room. Looking at the gap under the door, you can tell that a dim yellow light is on. Even at home, your husband is busy with work.

Or is Alchemax really to blame?

Your stress ball already has marks from your nails. Try as you might, you can’t muster the courage to knock.

It’s not pathetic to worry about this.

If you know Miguel as well as you think you still do, then you’re definitely overreacting. He is the same person who fell for you all those years ago.

Who knows, the worst-case scenario may be better than expected! There’s always therapy. Surely, it can bridge the distance between the two of you. Or help you work through your old issues again; they’re probably clouding your judgment.

At least Gabriella is asleep. When you checked her room, Miguel was reading her a bedtime story. The two of them looked so close. So happy, your precious family.

Loving Miguel was never a mistake. How could you say that after all he’s given you?

You knock on the door. “Hey, can I speak to you?”

The yellow light turns off, replaced with the bright glow of the ceiling lights.

Miguel gives you a tired look as he opens the door. “Is it important?”

But since when has his work been more important than you?

It’s difficult to refrain from yelling.

“Miguel…are you cheating on me?”

“What?”

The surprise on his face is unmistakable. But it only relieves a fraction of your anxieties.

You glare at him. “You’ve been acting so strange around me.”

“That’s because I’ve been busy—”

“With ‘work,’ which you refuse to explain to me! You don’t even wear your anniversary gift these days. Does it still mean anything to you?!”

Now he looks alarmed. “Mi sol, I—”

You enter the office and close the door. Here, you can worry less about waking up Gabriella.

“Did…Did I do something wrong? Either I’ve done something to upset you or you’ve found someone else. I can’t recognize you these days—what other logical explanation is there?!”

Oddly enough, you don’t feel any urge to cry. You throw your useless stress ball on the floor, but the action does little to calm you.

It takes a few seconds for Miguel to respond.

“The watch is broken.”

Immediately, you look up. “What?”

In the bright light, you can discern your husband’s expression. He looks…guilty? But not in the way you’d expect. He reaches into his pocket and takes out his favorite watch.

It isn’t just the red dots on the strap. The timepiece is cracked, dials frozen in place.

“What happened to it?”

He averts his gaze. “That night, before we watched that animation with Gabriella, I got…attacked. That’s why it took so long for me to buy the movie snacks.”

You grip his wrist. “What? Did you get hurt?! There’s blood on—”

“I’m fine,” he says quickly. He puts his hand on your shoulder. “It was just a random thief, and I scared him off. I knew it would upset you, so I decided not to mention it.”

“That…you didn’t have to,” you mutter. You carefully pick up the watch, inspecting the time. “Can it be fixed? The strap needs to be changed, but that’s a given.”

“It can’t.”

He looks so dejected by that fact. But then again, it is a gift from you. It’s just like your husband to cherish it and worry about your feelings.

“It’ll stay in my jewelry box, then.” You keep it in your pocket, crossing your arms. “But I’m not done with you. Is there anything else I need to know?”

“Right.” He glances at his laptop; there is no yellow light coming from it. “About work, there have been ethical issues within Alchemax. That’s why I’ve been held up at the office.”

You frown at him. “What do you mean?”

He chooses his words carefully. “Illegal projects. I’m working to put a stop to them.”

“Are you serious?!” Now you grip him by the shoulders, eyes wide. “Is it safe? Do the higher-ups know what you’re doing?! Is…is there any way I can help you?”

Of course. He’s always been a good guy, so he would never turn a blind eye to something like this.

“Stay out of it. It’s classified information, and they will do everything to keep it that way. I’m not putting you and Gabriella in danger.”

His glare leaves no room for objection. Did his eyes just flash red—no, it’s probably a trick of the light.

You nod reluctantly. “I’ll trust you. You’re amazing, you know that? Smart, righteous, reliable…everything, really.”

How could you possibly say that you made the wrong choice with someone like that?

“Can I have a hug?”

“Sure.” He doesn’t hesitate this time.

“I’m sorry for doubting you,” you mumble, leaning into his touch, “but promise me that there will be no more secrets. Don’t give me something new to worry about.”

“I promise.” He holds you tightly, voice hushed to a soft whisper. “And I’m sorry.”

“Now let me see your new watch.”

Without a second to spare, you draw back and pull up his sleeve.

“Wait.” His eyes widen, and he quickly seizes your wrists. “Don’t touch it!”

“...Is this seriously it?”

The replacement is barely impressive. It looks like an ordinary gizmo, with a triangular orange face and red details. If his reaction is anything to go by, it must be delicate.

Nonetheless, you give him a bright smile. No wonder he didn’t want you to see it.

“As always, you have horrible taste.”

꒰♡꒱

The office is quiet.

You frown at the empty desks. How long until your coworkers come back? The cafe must have a long line; hopefully, they don’t forget to include your order.

They haven’t read your messages, either, but you did receive a few videos from Miguel. He is spending his day off with Gabriella; they’re playing soccer again.

You smile and adjust the new Band-Aid on your hand. The past days have been the happiest time of your life. More family outings, more time with Gabriella, more love from Miguel.

A phone call interrupts the video. You read the Caller ID and promptly press Decline.

Mother.

What the hell does your family want with you? After all those failed reconciliations? As if you’ll try again after everything they said about Miguel and Gabriella.

The phone rings again. It’s Gabriel this time, and you answer it.

“Hello?”

Static.

You raise the volume, frowning. It’s a weird sound, less grainy and more…digital? Like a computer glitch, chaotic and distorted. In the background, you can make out fragmented voices.

“Gabriel? Can you hear me?”

You end the call and try calling him, only for the phone to say that he can’t be reached.

Bad reception, maybe. Hopefully, he can get to you later.

“______?” Aisa, one of the graphic designers, approaches your desk.

“Yes?”

“The outline for the Moirai Photoshoot has been updated. What are your initial thoughts?”

“Let me see…” You check your email and open the attachment.

The file shows concept sketches for the next magazine issue. The featured fashion collection is inspired by the Banksy-esque installations which have been appearing all over Nueva York. Various colors, geometric shapes, mismatched articles of clothing, replicas of street objects, maximalism at its finest.

“It looks good at first glance,” you reply. You zoom in on the images, taking in the details. “The dynamic poses are suitable—I’ll leave that to the photography team—and these are the best outfits from Moirai’s selection. But I have an issue with the background.”

Aisa takes out her tablet. “You too?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

The background is dark with a pattern of bright red lines.

You continue speaking. “Those red lines are too much. A plain light background is better, to highlight the different colors and silhouettes of the outfits.”

“That’s exactly what I said in my comments,” she agrees. “I think those lines are based on the red threads that sometimes appear near the art installations.”

You leave your comments on the file.

Change background. See Aisa’s comments.

The design reminds me of spiderwebs. It makes the models appear trapped, which clashes with the poses and Moirai’s designer statement.

Don’t forget, an unnecessary addition is all it takes to ruin the image.

Your gaze drifts to the family photo on your desk. It won’t be long before you can go home. You already have the perfect movie in mind, one with a promised happy ending.

…Is another art installation in progress? It looks like images are being projected on the nearby buildings; the special effects are impressive. Even the sky is changing color.

You move closer to the window, only to stop as Aisa hands you her tablet.

“Here, I tried to cut out the lines. What do you think?”

The sketches are the same, but the lines have been edited out.

You focus on the images. Only after hearing Aisa’s terrified screams do you notice the colorful glitches spreading over the office, crawling towards you.

“We’re right. It looks prettier without them.”

꒰♡꒱

NAME: ______ O’Hara

STATUS: Dead Disintegrated

*Zero traces of DNA detected in Earth-█████*

“LYLA, commence replay.”

♡

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Stay tuned for the epilogue to The Spider and the Fly, entitled Moonrise!!

Ngl even I surprised myself with how quickly I finished this fic. For those who first read The Spider and the Fly, I hope you liked the insight into Variant! Darling's backstory and how it also affected Wife! Darling, despite the latter making better life choices and becoming a happier version of her. It was fun to illustrate their differences and insecurities <3

Also, it was a delight to write about Miguel's chara angst, and I sincerely hope that Sunset was a painful experience for all of you. Let me know how you feel after reading ( ◠‿◠ )

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thedroneranger · 8 months

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Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Synopsis: Mrs. Seresin is a hard person to surprise. However, stealing a page from her book, Jake may have managed to catch his wife off guard.

Notes: Here is entry one of two for @roosterforme's '80s Rocktober challenge! The song is Centerfold by J. Geils Band. Part of the To-do List collection.

Warnings: 18+ only; smut.

Word count: 3.8k.

Mrs. Seresin did a little happy dance as she stuck the key in the lock and opened the door of her PO box. This was the last time she would have to stop by the post office to pick up her business mail. A smile pulled her lips as she cradled all the mail in one hand and locked the box with the other.

She was also delighted by the thought of all her sample books and design digests moving to her new studio. Now, she and Jake had more room for collector edition novels and travel tchotchkes in their home office. Jake was returning tonight from a week-long training and had promised to help pack. He might’ve been more excited than her that she was finally getting a studio.

Jake never stood in the way of her career, but he did voice his opinion about her need for more separation between work and home. Yes, she had an office—they technically shared the space—but sometimes work spilled into other areas of the house. And Jake knew she was overworking when he was away.

Today’s mail drop was sizable and included a few new sample books. A couple of her monthly subscriptions also arrived. She’d have time to thoroughly sort when she got home. Jake wasn’t due back until later.

Once home, she parked in the garage and was greeted by Ruck when she entered the house. She spent a few minutes loving him before going upstairs to change. Ruck on her heels, she returned to the garage to get the mountain of mail. Back inside, she stood at the kitchen island and sorted.

A sample book for a new tile company’s latest collection. The wallpaper samples a client requested. Pantone’s interiors collection for the new year. New editions of Dwell and Architectural Digest. The last piece of mail was wrapped in an opaque poly plastic bag. Going for ease, she fished scissors out of the drawer beside her and sliced off the crimp.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she said aloud as she pulled a glossy magazine out of the wrapper. Staring back at her was a shirtless Jake, wearing Wranglers with his thumbs hooked in the belt loops. He donned his favorite Stetson and had a toothpick dangling from his lips. The title Flyboy was printed above his head in a font that mimicked the infamous Playboy.

A smile plastered on her face, she sighed as she flipped it open. As tempted as she was to immediately look at the centerfold, she browsed the articles and features first. Jake put a lot of thought into Flyboy—from the photos to the articles and down to the barcode, which included their wedding date.

Now she understood why she’d been banned from his calendar photoshoot.

Every year, the Lemoore-based strike fighter squadrons competed to raise money for charity. By New Year’s Eve each year, the squadrons were expected to present a check for at least $12,000 to the charity of their choice. The three years previous, Jake’s squadron, the VFA-151 Vigilantes, had at least doubled the minimum expected donation. The squadron’s creative approaches to raising funds not only brought in a lot of money but made them the reigning champions.

Over the years, the Seresin became a staple in the competition. Year 1, Mrs. Seresin pitched the Commander to allow the Vigilantes to participate in a date auction. The night was memorable not only because the squadron raised $64,000, but also because Mrs. Seresin got into a bidding war with the Commander’s ex-wife over Jake. The victor, she got kudos from the Commander for putting his pain-in-the-ass ex in her place.

The following year, Jake suggested weekend car washes from Memorial Day to Labor Day. The weekends he and Mrs. Seresin volunteered were always the highest grossing. When Mrs. Seresin couldn’t join him, he was sure to send her pictures of him and the rest of the squad posing in black triangle bikini tops.

For Year 3, the squadron was cleared to host an air show. It got so much publicity that the Navy decided its official demo squadron, the Blue Angels, would participate. Obsessed with the Blue Angels as a child, Jake nearly blacked out when he was presented with an honorary patch for flying alongside them.

No one thought the Vigilantes would be able to top the air show for Year 4. However, inspired by an anniversary gift from his wife, Jake proposed a calendar. Twelve months, 12 pilots. After the initial laughter, everyone was sold.

When Jake told his Mrs. Seresin, she immediately sprung into action to assist. By the time Jake left for work the next morning, she had secured a pro bono photographer and had plans to dress the sets and pilots. Jake knew his wife was a force, but she never ceased to amaze him. She had to shoo him out of the house before he was late for work, because he was showering her in physical gratitude.

Mrs. Seresin couldn’t help but smile as she thought about all the late nights and takeout. Ann, her long-time friend, agreed to be the photographer and de facto assistant art director. Mrs. Seresin and Ann had staged and shot so many home and business interiors together, they lost count. They were excited to tackle a new frontier.

However, Mrs. Seresin did not get to conquer the frontier that was Jake in front of the camera. When he asked her to not attend his shoot because he wanted to surprise her, she choked down her disappointment and respected his wishes.

However, her disappointment was in the rearview mirror the minute she saw Jake’s photo at the reveal party. Clad in just his dress whites pants, Jake’s megawatt smile lit the image while he kneeled alongside Ruck. Tongue lolling out of his mouth, Ruck was also smiling at the camera.

To top it off, Jake was the pilot for December, Mrs. Seresin’s birthday month. “An early birthday gift,” Jake called it as he hugged her to his side and kissed her temple.

That night was for Jake and the rest of the squad, but Mrs. Seresin felt like the real winner.

After its release, the Vigilante calendar took social media by storm. It was easily their most successful campaign, raking in over six figures. And of course, Jake and Ruck became everyone’s favorite duo.

Although Jake wasn’t on social media, and Mrs. Seresin kept her social footprint strictly business, the internet sleuths still found them. Fortunately, they were respectful of their boundaries. Even more surprising, learning Jake was married and that Ruck was Mrs. Seresin’s dog just made folks swoon harder.

An hour after opening the mail, Mrs. Seresin was tucked on the couch, wine in hand, and reading Flyboy cover to cover. Ruck laid at her feet and lifted his head every now and then to confirm her noises weren’t duress.

Mrs. Seresin held the magazine sideways to take in the centerfold in all its glory. Jake was standing naked in the foreground of a hangar with his helmet perfectly positioned to keep the photo modest and have his call sign on full display. His signature smile, sandwiched between deep dimples, added to the cheekiness of the missing vowels on his helmet. She couldn’t help but smile.

Jake knew the magazine arrived today. His grip on the steering wheel tightened as he thought about her reading it. It wasn’t the pictures he was nervous about, it was the pages in between.

Curating Flyboy was a trip down memory lane for Jake. He spent time scrolling through their shared memories and writing his perspective of their adventures. It was fun, and he even decided to start a journal.

Jake was confident the magazine caught her off guard. His birthday plan was unfolding perfectly. He was hoping his outfit, his flight suit, was the second punch of a one-two celebration combination. The cherry on top was riding shotgun: a half dozen her favorite donuts.

Since her birthday was two days after Christmas, Jake vowed to keep her birthday separate from the holidays. To honor that, he always celebrated with her in early December. More used to having her birthday swept under the rug, it was the first time in their relationship Jake was able to surprise her.

The truck headlights lit the closed garage door as Jake pulled into the driveway. Once parked, he slipped out of the vehicle and prepared for Mrs. Seresin’s three-legged protector, Ruck, to greet him. Inside, while Jake shed his things at the door, Ruck nosed the donut box. Jake had bought a doggie donut so Ruck could celebrate, too. Package inspected and approved, Ruck led the way to the living room.

Mrs. Seresin was flipping through what Jake assumed was his magazine. She glanced up to find him swaggering over in his flight suit—the top tied around his waist—and a black t-shirt, holding a box. “Hey, flyboy.” Her voice was sultry. “Or should I say coverboy.” Jake couldn’t help but smile, and she mirrored his expression.

“Happy birthday, baby.” He flipped open the box. Her face lit up as she stood to get a donut. Jake watched as she selected her favorite and happily took a huge bite. While she chewed it, she turned the pastry to feed Jake. He obliged.

She tucked a couple fingers in the waist of his flight suit and led him to the couch. Jake placed the donuts on the coffee table and traded her donut for Ruck’s treat. She smiled and fed it to him. Jake’s heart swelled at how gentle Ruck was with her. She finished her donut nestled under Jake’s arm with Ruck’s head in her lap. She fed Jake the last bite. After swallowing, he leaned in to plant a sugary kiss on her lips and murmur one more “happy birthday”.

“Can I unwrap my present?” She smirked at him.

Jake grinned. “You already did.” He tipped his head toward the magazine on the table. Mrs. Seresin leaned forward to grab the magazine, and then returned to her spot under Jake’s arm. Casually, she flipped the pages. “Do you like it?” Jake questioned.

“Love it,” she quickly answered. She looked at him with the biggest smile. He leaned down again and pressed his lips to hers. “So thoughtful. So personal. So hot,” she said between kisses. “But you really didn’t drive home in your suit flight for me?” Her lips pulled into a pout. “I know this is a clean suit. You don’t reek of jet fuel.” Jake wordlessly responded, his bottom lip disappeared behind his teeth as he smiled.

“What was your favorite article?” Jake asked, unfazed.

“Ruck’s, of course.” Jake scrunched his nose at her. She chuckled and returned to lazily flipping the pages. “I also liked reminiscing about our honeymoon. You picked some exclusive photos.” Jake flashed a toothy grin as she looked back at him. He had included some photos he took of Mrs. Seresin on the private yacht they stayed on for their French Riviera honeymoon.

His personal favorite was her draped nude on a deck lounge chair with her legs butterflied while she pleasured herself—her hand tastefully covered her core. “I’d love to recreate some of those by the pool,” he responded.

“Mhmm,” Mrs. Seresin replied, still flipping through the magazine. “Or on another yacht. We do have a milestone anniversary coming up,” she reminded him. Jake responded by placing a kiss to her temple.

“Your photos were nice, too,” she added, making eye contact with him and sticking her tongue out. He squeezed her closer and tried to playfully catch her tongue but captured her bottom lip instead. She leaned into the kiss, bringing a hand to the side of his face. Carefully, Jake removed the periodical from her lap as she slid onto his.

Straddling him, she cradled his face in her hands as she deepened the kiss. Magazine safely on the coffee table, Jake slipped his hands under her shirt—one of his Academy shirts—and his thumbs dipped into the waistband of her bike shorts to rub the soft skin of her lower belly. His thumbs circled lower and confirmed his suspicion—no panties.

She rolled her pelvis into his as she kissed him harder. He moaned, and Mrs. Seresin thought she might come right then. She pulled away, mouth agape, and sat back on his lap. “Get this off.” She demanded as she helped strip him of his t-shirt. “Just like the magazine.” She referred to the picture of Jake shirtless with his flight suit tied around his waist. In the photo his suit was so dangerously low that, with his thumb hooked in the roll, you could see his tiny “Bite me” tattoo.

She rubbed herself all over Jake as they continued to make out. Jake’s hands alternated between squeezing her ass and wandering up her shirt. He quickly learned she wasn’t wearing a bra and was doing his best to coax her out of her top.

She whined and tangled her fingers in his locks, pulling his head back and breaking their kiss. “I want to feel more of your skin.” Jake punctuated his statement by palming her ass.

“It’s not your birthday, you don’t get to make demands.” She ground herself more in his lap, making him groan.

“Not a demand, just a suggestion,” Jake responded. She loosened her grip on him, allowing him to dip his head toward her chest. She watched as he found one of her taut nipples through the fabric. Gently, he tugged it with his teeth. She bit her bottom lip as she enjoyed the sensation.

“Jake.” She drew out his name as her head tipped back. He switched to the other nipple. “Fuck.” She quickly ripped her shirt overhead, and he gladly mouthed her bare chest. As he licked and sucked and massaged, she found a rhythm rolling her pelvis against his.

Mrs. Seresin slowly halted her hips and curled her fingers back into Jake’s hair to pull him away from her chest. Jake looked up at her—lips puffy and cheeks a little flush. He whined when she wiggled out of his lap.

She stood and slowly began to slide off her bike shorts as she sauntered out of his reach. She even turned so he could see her tattoo appear on the swell of her backside as she slowly slid the fabric down. Once her shorts were around her ankles, she stepped out of them.

“C’mon, coverboy.” Back still to Jake, she come-hithered him over her shoulder as she strutted away. Jake immediately knew where she was leading him. He practically jumped off the couch and ran after her. She squealed when his arm snaked around her middle, and he carried her sideways into their office.

There were boxes—half full, empty, flat packed—strewn around the room. Otherwise, the office was in its usual decadence. The floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out to the secluded backyard, letting the moonlight flood the space.

Jake marched past their desk, over to the windows and set Mrs. Seresin on her feet. He soaked in her naked form as he held her until she was steady. Jake was distracted by her curves illuminated in the night light. She got his attention back by tugging on his arm as she turned to face him. Jake made eye contact with her as his hands continued to traverse her body. He could feel the incremental movements of her muscles.

“You ok?” She asked as she wrapped her arms around his neck and moved a stray lock of hair away from his face.

Jake engulfed her in his arms and pulled her into his chest. Her head was tipped completely back. “Never better.” His voice was heavy with lust. She smiled as his lips met hers for a lingering kiss. “Is it my birthday or yours?” he asked as they separated.

She smirked and nipped his lip. “It’s definitely mine.” She slipped out of his arms. He watched as she pressed her back flush to the cool windows. “Your flight suit looks good on, but take it off for me, coverboy,” she said.

Even in the low light, Jake’s smile was beaming. Jake’s movements were antagonistically slow as he loosened the fabric and pushed it down his body. She couldn’t help but smile as he mimicked her earlier motions, slowly revealing his tattoo.

Flight suit abandoned, he stalked toward her, holding eye contact. His cock bounced against his abdomen with each step. Back and palms still flush to the glass, she craned her head back to maintain eye contact as Jake approached. He leaned down for a kiss. A large hand softly cupped the column of her throat. Jake had her pinned between him and the window with his length resting against her belly. She squeezed her thighs together as their make out intensified.

He couldn’t wait any longer. Jake pulled back. “Turn.” His voice was deep. She obeyed and supported herself with her forearms against the glass as she bent and arched her back.

Mrs. Seresin closed her eyes and remembered to breathe as Jake easily slid to the hilt. “You’re so wet,” Jake praised as he began a slow pace. One hand returning to her throat. “Did you work yourself up looking at my photos, thinking about what’s behind that helmet?” Jake rhetorically asked as he gently squeezed her neck. He snapped his hips, making her whimper. He smiled, feeling the hum against his fingers.

For leverage, Jake placed a hand beside hers on the window, and slipped the other around her front between her legs. She moaned and squeezed her eyes closed as his calloused fingers drew tight circles on her clit. Jake smiled into her shoulder as he felt her push onto her toes to chase the friction of his fingers.

Together they found a perfect rhythm. Jake continued to pepper her with praise and move with her. Eventually, Mrs. Seresin had her cheek and chest pressed against the window. She moaned with each thrust. Jake knew if they kept this positioned he’d come before her.

She gasped but stayed pressed to the window as Jake dropped to his knees. Spreading her with his thumbs, he lapped her from behind. She keened as she arched her back more to give him better access. Jake shifted slightly so his tongue dipped into her.

That was all Mrs. Seresin needed. Jake stilled and let her bounce up and down on his tongue. Mrs. Seresin grew louder with each bob. Palms pressed to the glass, she rested her chin on it as she quickened her pace. Finally, her hips stuttered and she slowed her motions as waves of pleasure rolled through her.

Jake popped to his feet and quickly slipped his cock into her throbbing heat. “Yes,” he hissed as her walls squeezed him. A few thrusts and he pumped her full of cum.

He groaned as his body eclipsed hers against the glass. After he caught his breath, he kissed her shoulders. She groaned, lifting her head off the window to look over her shoulder.

“Happy birthday,” Jake said before he pressed his lips to hers.

“A happy birthday, indeed.” She returned to her position against the window.

Quickly, Jake slipped out of her and scooped into her his arms to avoid dripping any cum on the floor. She relaxed into him as he carried her to their bedroom. He deposited her on the bed before getting a washcloth to clean her up.

Cleaned up, he tossed her favorite of his shirts at her before disappearing back into the bathroom. When he returned she was already curled under the blankets. Jake tossed on a shirt and shorts and headed downstairs to let Ruck out.

While Ruck was in the yard, Jake went to the garage and unloaded the last of Mrs. Seresin’s gifts. He set them in the office out of the way. She could open them in the morning.

Their little secret, Jake treated Ruck to one more donut before they headed back to the bedroom. Ruck tucked himself in his bed on Mrs. Seresin’s side of the bed as Jake slipped under the covers and spooned his wife.

She turned to face him. “Thank you.” She gave him a quick kiss before flipping back over to tuck herself against him.

“You’re welcome.” Jake pressed one more kiss to her temple, and then listened to her breathing as he fell asleep.

The next morning, Jake still asleep, she wandered downstairs to make coffee. While she waited for his pour-over, she picked up the remnants of last night. Retracing their steps, she picked up clothes and folded them. As she entered the office, she kept her sights on Jake’s crumpled flight suit. She folded it, a smile tugging her lips as she thought about last night. Her smile became a full fledged smirk as she noticed all the body part prints on the glass.

As she turned to leave, something leaning against the bookshelves caught her eye. Those were not there last night. Two very large packages. She walked over with a hand extended, fingers ready to graze the paper, when she heard, “Go ahead, open them.”

Startled, she jumped back, clapped a hand over her heart and turned to find Jake. His grin outdoing the Cheshire Cat, he leaned against the door frame with a mug in each hand. She caught her breath as Jake sauntered over. He handed her a mug and pressed his lips to her forehead.

“These are your last gifts,” Jake said. She threw him a look as she walked back toward the packages. Perching her cup on a shelf, she dipped her fingers behind one of the folds and tore the wrapping. She couldn’t help but laugh as she caught sight of her own face staring at her.

Quickly, she tore through the paper to reveal framed prints of her draped naked across the hood of Jake’s vintage Mustang and him naked, holding his helmet and smirking. Their centerfolds.

“Where were you thinking we would hang these?” She gathered her coffee and stepped back beside Jake so they could view their photos together.

He shrugged. They looked at each other. “You’re the designer, and it’s your birthday, so you get to pick.”

“I’ll think about it.” They both smiled as she bounced onto her toes to give him a quick peck.

“One more thing,” he said as they parted. She waited for him to continue. “You can’t hang yours in the garage.” She arched an eyebrow. “I don’t want the neighbor boys trying to sneak a peek when the garage opens and closes.” She burst into laughter.

“I love you,” she replied. Jake feigned confusion as she kissed his cheek. Together, they sipped their coffees and chatted about where to hang the photos.

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