#josh hartnett x reader

[lacontroller1991]

After Hours (Ernest Lawrence x AFAB!Reader x J. Robert Oppenheimer)

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Summary: Oppenheimer, finding himself in sexual frustration, runs to Lawrence and reader where Lawrence is more than willing to share reader.

Author's Note: THIS IS PURELY FICTIONAL. IN NO WAY SHAPE OR FORM DOES THIS ACTUALLY REPRESENT THE REAL PEOPLE THAT WERE LAWRENCE AND OPPENHEIMER. IF YOU'RE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THIS, PLEASE SCROLL AWAY.

Author's Note 2: So I haven't really posted in a while and this is something new for me, so this is my trial run. I do have stuff planned for whumptober but that'll be next month. - SIDE NOTE I am currently obsessed with Josh Hartnett's interpretation of the character, a forewarning - SIDE SIDE NOTE, THANK YOU TO @arieslost FOR THE KICK ASS NAME

Warnings: SMUT 18+, cuckhold, unprotected sex, oral sex (male receiving), semi Public sex, p in v sex, body shots, pet names, masturbation and language

Word Count: 2.3k

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The lab is relatively quiet for a Tuesday night. Not a sound can be heard apart from your pen scratching against the papers and Lawrence lightly tapping his shoe against the floor. When the two of you had met, you were his student, then you became his TA, and now, you’re still his TA but you’re also his. The first couple weeks of your relationship with him, neither of you could keep your hands off each other. Homeworks wouldn’t get graded and more often than not, both of you were extremely tired the next day. Now, it’s much more mellow. The two of you had decided to try and keep it out of the lab, but sometimes that’s easier said than done. Like now.

Setting down the papers, you involuntarily squeeze your legs and let out a frustrated sigh, but Lawrence makes no comment. “Ernie.” If there were any students in the lab, you would strictly refer to him as Dr. Lawrence, but when no one is around? All bets are off the table.

“Yes honey?”

“When can we go home?” Lawrence sets his papers down, adjusting his glasses and looking you over, desperation written all over your face. With a smirk, he kicks his legs up on his desk, readjusting the papers in his lap and clicking his tongue.

“I don’t know hon, I have all these papers to grade and the less you help, the longer it’s going to take.” His comment irks you but you know he’s right. Picking up the papers again, you try to scan them over as quickly as you can, oblivious to the quantum physicist walking into the room, Lawrence on the other hand notices instantly. “Well, look who’s here.” His voice tears your already frail concentration away as you focus on Oppenheimer, jacket tossed on one of the chairs. 

“I’m tired of her playing games.” He crashes on the seat next to you and takes out his pipe, lighting it up while you and Lawrence share a brief look in confusion. You don’t really know what Oppie is going on about, but from what you understand from Ernest, it’s about a woman named Jean.

“What did she do this time?”

“She calls me, says she wants me, I go over, she kicks me out. She got me worked up for nothing,” Robert complains as Lawrence raises an eyebrow, taking a brief look at you but your eyes are raking down his body. You and Lawrence have spoken, rather in depth, on your mutual attraction towards the Quantum Theorist. Lawrence’s attraction is more on an intellectual level while yours is more on a sensual level. 

“Anything we can do to help?” You offer quietly, repositioning yourself towards Oppenheimer and fixing your blouse. Oppenheimer’s cold blue eyes fixate briefly on your bosom before shaking his head, focusing on his pipe.

“Not unless you have a way to relieve my tension.” Your eyes flick to Ernest silently asking if you can, only to receive a slight nod of his head, his eyes returning to his papers.

“Well, I can,” you comment, setting your own papers down on Lawrence’s desk before pulling the pipe out of Oppie’s hands and sliding onto his lap, your legs resting comfortably on either side of his hips.

“Uh- Lawrence?” Oppenheimer’s eyes flick behind you and try to find Ernest’s only to find them still focused on the papers and not really caring.

“Go ahead and enjoy yourself Robert. She’s really skilled.” It’s all the convincing Oppie needs before his eyes focus on your face, your hips slowly rocking against his. 

“I- um- not really sure if you should be- doing this,” he swallows, trying to keep his eyes on your face as your hands trace down his chest. 

“Why not? Daddy said it was ok.” You can hear Lawrence snort in amusement as Robert nods, leaning back in the seat, his hands falling to your hips as he begins to take control. Leaning down, you press your lips against his neck, gently sucking on the supple skin right below his ear, causing his eyes to flutter close.

“Dear- ar-,” he lets out a little moan as your hand moves between yours and his body, gently grazing against his hardon.

“Wow, so Oppie can shut up.” Lawrence’s comment stifles a laugh out of you as you lean back, removing your shirt and bra, discarding them onto the floor of the Rad Lab. Oppenheimer’s eyes instantly fall to your breasts, his hands reading up and gently running the pads of his thumbs against your nipples, causing you to let out a soft moan. Looking up from his paper, Lawrence watches you with a smirk before returning to his work, ignoring the way his cock begins to press against his slacks.

“Lawrence?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you sure it’s okay if I take her?” Oppenheimer asks as you continue to undress yourself, leaving you in nothing except your stockings, knowing just how much Lawrence likes them on you.

“I’m not in control of her, you have to ask her yourself.” A wave of arousal goes between your legs, because no, Lawrence IS in control of you. For him to suggest otherwise is his way of foreplay.

“Well?” Oppie’s question breaks you out of your thoughts as you drop yourself back on his lap, immediately feeling the length of Oppenheimer’s cock. 

“Yes, Dr. Oppenheimer.” You can visibly see the way Oppie’s pupils dilate before he’s picking you up and placing your back on the desk, one of his hands shoving down his suspenders and pants to his thighs, letting his cock spring free. 

Looking up from his papers, Lawrence watches the way Oppenheimer begins to guide his member towards your heat. 

“You might want to go in at a slight angle, it gets the job done much faster.” 

“Who said I want to get it done fast?” Oppenheimer retorts, his eyes focused on Lawrence behind him and not the way you’re touching yourself underneath him. Lawrence though, sees your deft hand rubbing tight circles against your clit. 

“If you don’t get it done sooner rather than later, she’s gonna lose interest.” Lawrence’s comment has Oppie’s head turning right back to you causing his dick to twitch at the sight. “Besides,” Lawrence slaps the papers on his desk, making his way over to you and Oppie before sitting down on the edge of his desk, “I would still like to have a turn with her.”

“Are you going to watch?” You ask with a small smile causing him to smile back. 

“Yes sweetheart, now why don’t you show Oppie just how nice you feel.” Lawrence smirks, his eyes watching your body intensely as Oppenheimer begins to push the head of his cock in, grunting as he meets resistance. You, on the other hand, let out a moan at the feeling of his cock stretching you out. “How does he feel honey?”

“So good,” you moan out, wiggling your hips and looking up to the physicist above you, “you can move.” Oppie nods his head, his hips starting a steady pace, trying to not look to Lawrence for approval. Leaning over you, Oppenheimer places a tentative kiss on your nipple before taking it between his teeth causing you to let out a sharp gasp of surprise. Picking up his pace, sweat begins to trickle on his forehead as your moans get louder, your nails scratching at his biceps while your hips cant up. 

Feeling the beginning of your orgasm, you reach one hand down between your bodies and begin to rub your clit, eyes fluttering close and chasing the feeling, barely registering the fact that Lawrence is commanding Oppie on what to do. “I’m close.” “We know baby girl, just hold on a little longer.” Oppenheimer comments, his hips thrusting wildly as he chases his own orgasm while he looks to Lawrence, “where?”

“She likes it on her tits. But make sure she cums first.” Oppenheimer nods his head, trying to keep his pace as best as possible so that you can cum. “Come on honey, cum for Robert,” Lawrence whispers in your ear while petting your hair in soothing strokes, sending you toppling over the edge.

“Oh fuck,” you let out a long moan as Oppenheimer continues to thrust into you, helping you ride out your high before slipping out of you and jerking off, hot ropes of his cum landing on your stomach and tits. Both you and Oppenheimer breathe heavily for a minute before you sit up, his cum dripping off your body and onto the floor, while Lawrence smiles like a proud parent.

“Good job Oppie,” Lawrence claps Oppie on the shoulder before his hands unbutton his slacks and push them down, taking a seat at his desk chair, “but let me show you how it’s done.” His focus shifts to you, a lustful look in his eyes. “Well kitten?”

You raise a brow as a smirk forms on your face. “Yes Dr. Lawrence?”

“Why don’t you show me and Dr. Oppenheimer what that pretty little mouth of yours can do,” Lawrence comments as you nod your head, walking over to him before sinking to your knees in between his strong thighs. Judging by how hard he is and how much he’s already leaking, you’re thoroughly shocked he didn’t pull you off of Oppenheimer and just have his way with you. Despite Lawrence being a gentleman to all those who he crosses paths with, he sure loves to manhandle you. Wasting no time, you immediately grab ahold of his member and run your tongue along the thick vein on the underside. If Lawrence felt any sort of pleasure he’s not making it known. Normally, he makes all sorts of noises but you suppose it’s probably Oppie being in the room and Lawrence’s need to establish himself as an alpha male, which you will tease him about later.

Looking up through your lashes, you place a tender kiss to the head of his cock and you can barely see his breath hitch. Wrapping your lips around the head of his cock, your tongue collects the precum that has leaked causing Lawrence’s hand to weave into your hair.

“Think you can take a little more honey?” You nod in response, relaxing your throat as much as possible before his hand starts guiding you up and down on his cock. Reaching up with the hand that’s not wrapped around his member, you gently roll his balls in your hands, aware of the way Oppenheimer watches like there’s nothing else in the world. “You’re doing such a good job honey, just like that,” Lawrence tosses his head back, eyes screwed shut and mouth open in ecstasy as his hips lightly thrust into your mouth. Twisting your hand around his cock, you moan softly causing his hips to briefly falter. Picking up your pace, the sound of you gagging around your lover’s cock echoes in the lab, that and fapping? Looking over briefly, you can make out Oppenheimer’s hand pumping his own cock up and down as if he was watching his own personal porn, in which case, he is.

“Fuck honey, don’t stop.” You can tell that Lawrence is close by the way his hand flexes in your hair. Nodding your head, you take him as deep as you possibly can, your own moans sending vibrations around his cock before it twitches in your mouth. Lawrence lets out a small grunt as he holds your head still around his cock while your hand continues to rub the base of his cock, trying to help him ride out his high as you hear another grunt, this time a little further away. After coming down from his high, Lawrence gently pulls your face off his cock with a lopsided smile. “Now are you going to swallow?” You tilt your head back and swallow his load, loving the way both men have their eyes on you. “Ain’t she a beaut Robert?”

“Yes she is. Wish I had someone so… obedient.” Lawrence chuckles, tucking himself back in before leaning down and kissing you, deciding to ignore the taste of himself on your lips. Standing up to his full height, Lawrence offers you a hand and pulls you up, placing his jacket around your shoulders.

“Well, that was fun,” you comment as Lawrence pulls you into his side, being slightly more possessive now that the sexual tension is dissipating. Oppenheimer immediately picks up on it.

“Right, well, I should get going. Thank you both for that. It was much needed.” You move to respond but Lawrence’s hand grips onto you just a little tighter.

“You’re welcome. We’ll see you tomorrow.” Robert nods his head and dips out of the room, closing the door and leaving you and Lawrence there alone. Turning in his grasp, you reach up and fix his glasses while he kisses the palm of your hand.

“What was with the sudden possessiveness?” He scoffs before picking you up and placing you on his desk, slotting himself between your legs and kneeling on the floor.

“Because, even though we both like him, you belong to me and he needs to know that. Now, let me take care of you, okay?” He presses a kiss to your inner thigh, causing your eyes to flutter shut.

“Sounds good to me.”

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Author's Note 3: Thank you to a few certain people who made me confident enough to post this, I could not have done it without you guys <3

Tagging just in case: @floralcyanide @arieslost @darkmoviesquotespizza @cranesbathtowel @madlittlecriminal

[nxtaliaistyping]

Cooper Adams | p links part two

(Gotta be logged into Twitter for links to work)

Nsfw 18+, part one here.

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Loves to fuck your mouth

Fingering you in a public place

When he’s tired, he fucks you so sweetly

His wife would never let him try anal, won’t you?

After kidnapping someone, he rifled through her things to find a gift to bring back for you. Instead, he found some sex toys to use on you

You young people are always on your phones, don’t worry, he’ll make do

Work for his cock, show him how much you love it

Loves taking you in places he sits with his wife (or at least, used to)

He makes you do this before giving him a blowjob

You’ll give him another kid, won’t you?

After you confess to him how hot you’d find him kidnapping you would be, he makes your fantasy a reality

Now he doesn’t need to worry about his wife finding out, he can buy hotel rooms all he wants

He loves alt girls, especially girls with dyed hair. Thinks you look so free spirited and beautiful

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:·

[thebutchersbitch]

TRAP but it’s just Cooper breathing heavily 🫦

[prozacwhorehouse]

zeke tyler dating headcannons (the faculty)

psa i have not written anything like this since middle school. please but pitchforks down if they are raised 😔

these are pretty much all dating headcannons and little blurbs i am more than willing to expand on any one of them

warnings: mentions of drug use but pretty innocent other than that AND this is not proofread. i was too excited.

there is only one other zeke tyler headcannons work on this app so this is completely inspired by that person

enjoy whores 🔥

- his girlfriend (you) is so fucking cool. im thinking kevin and michelle dynamic from dazed and confused.

- very big on PDA. i mean very. he’s not afraid to make out with you in the courtyard. he wants to show you off, because why wouldn’t he, you’re stunning, he wants everyone to know the coolest girl in school is his.

- Always holding on to you. if you’re walking in the hall, his arm is around your shoulders or leading you by the small of your back.

- loves to smoke with you. sharing a cigarette just feels so intimate. plus you just look super hot when you do it

- loves your style, especially the showier clothing. ”what’s this?” he’d ask, running the hem of your new crop top between his fingers. “you like it?” you look up at him, your hands on his shoulders, his on your waist. “i love it.” and kiss you in the middle of the parking lot akskdkdjdk

- you’re his main product tester. you spend hours trying small amounts of it (stay safe kids) and telling him what there’s too much or too little of. when he’s ready for you to try his next batch, you’re passed out on his garage couch. he eventually slides in behind you when he’s all finished.

- your parents don’t like him. at all. you know they’d love him if they knew how smart he was, but he wasn’t exactly in his good graces after he ran into your garbage can with his car the first time he came over for dinner.

- he is the king of sneaking in, and sneaking you out. since your parents aren’t fond of him, they don’t really want you around him - they think he’s a bad influence. he climbs the terrace with ease, same cheeky smirk on his face when you turn at the soft knock to se him at your window.

- definitely spends many nights at your house. you have some of his clothes hidden in your closet for when he stays over.

- probably had long hair when he was little, then cut it himself when he was ten. he’s been cutting his own hair ever since, won’t let anyone else cut it. UNTIL you come along

- uses 3in1. sorry. he has shit to do, can’t be bothered to take his sweet time in the shower.

- once he lost track of the last time he washed his hair, you just did it for him in the sink. he loved how your nails felt on his scalp, so after that it becomes a frequent question. “Wash my hair for me? M’too tired.” you always comply.

- best friends with your younger sibling. if you have a little brother, you often just leave them to play video games together. if you have a younger sister, he’ll be sporting a tiara at her tea party. they ADORE zeke. you make him promise to never bring any of his PENS when your sibling is around. wouldn’t want a Fiona Gallagher Liam incident!!

[deniable-masterpiece]

okay but this

became this

and i want both.

[another-supernova-girl]

Protect Me From What I Want - Cooper Abbott x Fem OC *NSFW*

After his sex life with his wife dries up following the abandonment of the safe house on Brewster, Cooper strikes up a friendship with a stranger he meets at Riley's school. As the innocent exchanges graduate to a full-blown affair, Cooper's new girl struggles with the emotional challenges of loving someone who can never truly be hers…or can he? The italicized blocks of story are in the past, the standard blocks of story are in the present. Gif is mine, as always. Rated for sexual content, including willful infidelity on Cooper's part. No kink warnings apply ( NO Daddy Kink, NO Breeding Kink, NO Degradation Kink ) My Josh Hartnett Characters Masterlist

(( word count : ~ 9,700 ))

"Who are we hiding from?" Cooper asked over the shoulder of the young woman before him, leaning against the wall and peering around a slightly protruding pillar, to the crowd beyond it. Her shoulders jumped up practically to her ears in surprise at the sudden, close voice, and she swerved around on her boots to look to the source, behind her.

“Holy sh-...Mr. Abbott!” she stammered as she gazed up his tall form, instantly recognizing him, and his very familiar face. “You scared the sh-...hell...out of me...What are you doing here?”

The enormous crowd of people, crossing back and forth beyond them in both directions, was aggressively loud and boisterous, and Cooper had to lean in to assure he was heard. “I keep telling you, you can just call me Cooper,” he insisted, glancing down the huge, rounded hall she'd been staring down. “I'm here for the game. Why are you here?” he inquired, and she peered around the wall again, and leaned back once more, tugging at the hem of her clingy dress.

“My friend set me up on a blind date to double with her, and her boyfriend...and I'm starting to question our friendship,” she explained as she backed further into the corner, Cooper not even a foot from her, and showing no intention of putting more space between the two of them.

“That bad?” the forty-something-year-old husband and father of two questioned, and she nodded emphatically.

“Thirty five years old, and he acts like he never left the fraternity,” she huffed, leaning against the chilled concrete surface. “Honestly, I...I think I might just get an Uber out of here,” she continued, sighing as she stared up at the looming man before her.

“And miss the game?” he piped up, shoving his hands in his pockets as he considered her, nearly a foot shorter than himself, even in her combat boots, fidgeting with the hem of her form-fitting sweater dress that ended half-way up her thighs.

“Truthfully...the scope of my hockey knowledge doesn't really extend past the Mighty Ducks movies,” she admitted, a quirked smile tugging at the corner of her mouth as she stood, unseemly close to him, catching the scent of his spicy cologne, despite the prevalent odor of fried food and beer that wafted along with the people who strode by. “Who, um...who are you here with?” she suddenly inquired.

“Me?” he asked, watching her studiously as she continued to fidget with her unseasonably short dress. “Just some guys from the fire house,” he explained, his eyes focused on her even as she glanced away, toward a noisy outburst near a burger stand along the rounded wall opposite the two of them. “No one that's gonna miss me,” he clarified, and she glanced back his way, to the umber eyes that watched her, unwavering.

At the sudden buzzing of her phone in her clutched purse, she shifted to investigate as Cooper leaned to one side to glance down the hall, searching for the group she'd been hiding from. “I'm sure that's not true,” she finally answered as she began tapping on her screen, returning a text from her friend that stood, not even a hundred feet away. “I, uh...I think I'm gonna go,” she sighed, putting her phone away again, and adjusting the hem of her dress once more.

“With him?” Cooper asked, and she looked back up to his eyes, unreadable.

“With...no, I...I mean, I'm gonna get out of here,” she corrected, though her body leaned back into the corner, once more. “Not much point in sticking around-”

“No, you can't...you can't let some jackass ruin your night,” he cut in before she could finish.

“Well, what do you suggest?” she sighed, watching the older, taller, broader man as his shoulder visibly twitched. “You got an extra seat over-”

“No, I, uh...you know, I don't really care much about hockey, myself...how about, uh...what do you say to going on a little adventure? With me?”

🔪

“Whose class are you looking for?” Cooper had asked before she'd even noticed him, sidling up beside an unfamiliar young woman in a hallway of the school his daughter attended.

She looked slightly startled at the sudden voice at her side, and glanced up at the stranger, and back at the board on the wall before her. “Um...Miller?” she stated, unsure of herself, as she checked her phone to confirm.

“Ah. She's on the second floor, on the west end,” he spoke up, and she glanced to another section of the board for confirmation. “My daughter had her last year for history.”

“Oh...Okay, thanks,” she answered, glancing around for the nearest staircase that would lead her to the next floor.

“I can take you, if you want,” he spoke up, and she looked back up at him, brows knit together as she stared. “To the classroom, I mean. I've got...twenty minutes to kill,” he explained, glancing at his watch. When she continued to stare at him, silently, he glanced around before offering his hand. “Cooper,” he volunteered, and she finally nodded, accepting his hand and giving it a light shake.

“Veronica.”

Their trek through the halls, and up the stairs, was mostly silent as the young woman occasionally glanced over at her guide. As he felt the awkwardness building, Cooper finally attempted conversation. “You look a little young to have a sixth grader,” he finally mentioned, and she glanced his way, smiling faintly and shaking her head.

“No, she's not my kid. She's my niece,” Veronica explained, and Cooper nodded. “Her dad's not in the picture, and my sister works unpredictable hours, so...I got volunteered.”

Cooper nodded as he pressed his hands into his pockets, his footsteps slowing as the classroom door came into view, still closed as the room was occupied by another parent, being subjected to a conference. “Well, it's a pretty good school...do you have kids, or-”

She shook her head immediately, and Cooper paused. “No, that's not the life for me,” she confirmed, and Cooper raised a brow.

“You don't like kids?”

“No, that's not...I just...it's not the kids, so much as the responsibility of being a mother,” she explained, and Cooper nodded, though his expression conveyed an element of confusion. “I just, uh...I had a mom that kind of, uh...made a habit out of failing me...in a lot of ways, and I just...I wouldn't want to be the cause of a kid's trauma, or the one that didn't protect them, or...whatever,” she stammered out, pursing her lips as she glanced around for some miracle escape from the conversation she'd found herself in. “Sorry, that was kind of a lot. I-”

“No, it's...it's okay. I get that,” he nodded, suddenly grateful that it had been almost a week since he'd hallucinated his own abusive mother. As he began to reach a hand out, his phone suddenly began to buzz, and he dragged it out of his pocket to find a notification on the screen, a stylized sheep's face on display. “Well, I should go, before I'm late. It was nice to meet you,” he declared, reaching his hand out once more, the young woman accepting it with noticeably less caution.

🔪

“Look, I'll pay you back for the ticket, but I am not going to spend the next three hours-” Veronica spoke into her phone as she walked alongside Cooper, traveling in the opposite direction of the woman on the other side of the call. “...Of course it's gonna be that bad...Becca, it's not happening!” She huffed, disconnecting the call and shoving her phone into her purse.

Cooper glanced her way every few seconds, watching as she wrapped her arms around herself defensively, staring into the crowd at no one in particular. “I think you were right,” he suggested, suddenly, and her gaze darted up his generous height.

“About what?” she mumbled, and he leaned in closer so as not to shout through the noises of the crowd.

“About her not being a real friend,” he explained, close enough for her to feel his warm breath on her skin, surprisingly minty.

“I didn't say-”

“You said you were questioning your friendship...I don't know. I just can't help feeling like...if she was really your friend, she wouldn't try to sell you out to some guy you're clearly not interested in,” he continued, and her eyes shifted his way as she felt his fingertips on her skin, brushing loose strands of hair behind her ear. Before she could form a response, and give more than a few seconds of thought to the last time she'd felt his hands on her, the phone in her bag began to buzz again.

Slumping her shoulders, Cooper drawing his hand away, she held the phone to her ear again.

“This is about that married guy, isn't it?!” her friend spoke so loudly against the crowd that it managed to reach Cooper's ears, though he displayed no evidence he'd heard anything.

“Please just go watch the game,” she insisted, but the woman on the other side of the call refused to budge.

“It is, isn't it?! You're so ridiculous, I swear. You're never gonna get over him if you don't get under someone else-” Not another word made it out of the speaker as Veronica ended the call again, proceeding to hold down the power button until the whole device began to shut down. Cooper was silent for several heavy seconds, the two of them continuing to stroll along the rounded wall, out of the way of the bustling crowd.

“Do you still wanna go?” he suddenly asked, shoving one hand in a pocket and pulling out his own phone. He wasn't exactly thrilled by the idea of letting her go, and spending the evening with a bunch of firemen, watching a hockey puck fly across the rink, but it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world to order her an Uber and gain access to her address in the process-

“No, I...um,” she started and paused, glancing toward the large hand closest to hers, still empty, as if she were waiting for it to grasp her own. “I'll stay...for a little while, at least,” she ventured, and Cooper, following her gaze, took hold of her smaller hand, winding his large digits through her slender fingers. She tried not to think about the wedding ring that she suddenly found pressed against her skin.

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As strangely uncomfortable as their first interaction had been, curiosity got the best of Veronica, and she began to make a habit of volunteering for school functions, especially the evening events, in hopes of running into Cooper again. Her goal was met about a month after their chance introduction, and continued to conveniently occur on every such occasion that followed.

Simply standing about in each other's vicinity led to aimless walks down empty school hallways, light touches that could just as easily be dismissed or pondered upon, depending on the night and her mood. She'd volunteer her nights away for the chance to walk long, empty halls with him, and sit at the tops of staircases between floors, talking about nothing of particular importance, just enjoying the proximity. The last PTA meeting of the school year, however, had snapped her out of her delusion – at least for the time being – when she had stepped through a pair of double doors from the evening air, only to find Cooper's back to her, several feet away, standing beside a woman of similar age with a pale blonde bob, wearing a teacher-esque ensemble. It was the first evening they'd shared a room since they'd met that she'd actively made efforts to leave as soon as she could manage. Cooper had not missed this fact, but he hadn't been fool enough to say a word to her, either.

The school year had nearly started back up by the time they crossed paths again...

Even from halfway down the produce aisle of the grocery store, Veronica recognized his tall form, broad shouldered and topped with a mess of brown hair in need of a trim. Beside him, she immediately noticed, stood his wife. Trying her best not to stare, and deciding that those raspberries she'd been considering would likely spoil before she got around to eating them anyway, she swiveled about and disappeared from the end of the aisle just as Cooper's eyes glanced up from the block of cheese in his hand, and the distant rambling of Rachel's voice, standing no more than a few steps away from the source.

Escaping his vision as quickly as she could manage, Veronica finally found herself in an aisle full of hair care products, resolving to gather only the absolute necessities and leave the store before another awkward moment had a chance to materialize. She was foolish to think she could escape him so easily.

“Not even a 'Hello'?” she heard from behind as her gaze focused on nothing in particular, and her shoulders leapt up at the sudden voice at her back.

“Oh my g-...Ugh, don't do that,” she whispered, looking beyond him, down the aisle he'd emerged from, searching for other members of the Abbott household, and finding not a soul, her eyes darting back up to his. “I hate when you sneak up on me like that,” she continued, shifting her gaze back to an array of plastic bottles.

“Maybe you're just not observant enough,” he suggested, stepping closer as he carefully grasped her shoulders from behind, catching the soft floral scent of her shampoo.

“I observed your wife, shopping with you,” Veronica mumbled, and Cooper's grasp on her shoulders tightened a fraction. “And I think you should grab what you need, and get back to her,” she added, shifting to glance past the large hand that gripped her, to the umber eyes that felt like they were staring right through her. Before she could slip his grasp, he shifted of his own accord, and one of his hands found her chin and tilted it up to steal the kiss she would have given freely, that would be the first of many.

🔪

“You sure you don't want anything?” Cooper pressed as he walked the seemingly endless, circular corridor, Veronica's hand clutched in his own, more or less free to stride along without the risk of gossiping parents and school staff. Though this hadn't exactly been on either of their agendas for the night, neither was anything close to disappointed, though they were also hesitant to refer to it as what it was obviously shaping up to be : a date.

“I'm not really hungry,” Veronica insisted, her stomach a bit unsettled thanks to her provoked nerves. It didn't feel quite real to just walk hand in hand with the man at her side, especially after switching sides so she didn't have to feel his wedding ring. She didn't need any more reminders of how incredibly inappropriate the whole unspoken situation between them had become.

“Come on, they've got everything,” he persisted, glancing along the practically endless supply of vendors. “Drinks, candy...Flyers' merch...” Cooper continued, catching sight of one of a dozen souvenir stands, full of black and orange shirts, jackets, pucks and more, all marked with the logo of the city's official hockey team. Abandoning her hand to dig out his wallet, he flipped through the cash notes inside, and glanced back toward the merchandise table. “I've got...seventy-six dollars burning a hole in my wallet,” he confirmed, the adulterer and his hesitant date at a pause in the hallway as strangers stepped around them.

Because cash doesn't leave a paper trail, Veronica mentally deduced as she glanced toward the stand. “I kinda like that gray, long-sleeve-” Cooper began, but the young woman at his side abruptly spoke up.

“You really think that's a good idea?” she suddenly queried, and his brows knit together as he considered her. “Walking around, advertising our...whatever this is,” her voice faded away as she finished her thought aloud, and Cooper's shoulder twitched visibly, uncomfortably, in silent reply. I should have just got a damn Uber-

“I know this isn't...ideal,” he finally spoke up, and her gaze that had been focused on some invisible spot on the ground drifted back up to his eyes. “I didn't plan for this-”

“Tonight, or-”

“Any of this,” he insisted. “But...I also can't pretend I didn't get a little jealous...seeing you here, on a date with someone else-”

“That's not fair-”

“I know it's not...but that doesn't make it any less true,” he concluded, pressing the wallet he realized he was still holding back into his pocket, and reaching for her hand again.

“I guess...” she began, and he cocked his head to one side, expecting push-back to his selfishness, but his brows rose up in surprise and relief when she continued. “I guess I could make room for a plush 'Gritty' in my life,” she confessed, staring past the crowd of people to the stuffed, miniature, orange mascots.

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As the school year started back up, Veronica and Cooper suddenly became far more present in each other's lives again, exclusively on the school premises. For Veronica, the accompaniment of so many others with ties to the community helped in convincing herself that nothing too inappropriate would take place between them. Cooper, on the other hand, knew he could suggest just about any venue and she would show up, wrapped as she was around his finger, but the possibility of her discovering his other secrets kept him content with the school grounds as a location for their interactions.

The second Thursday evening of September, they found themselves in just such a meeting.

Cooper's hand had darted toward hers as soon as they'd left the prying eyes of the teachers and parents, disappearing down an infrequently used hallway. As soon as they rounded a secured corner, Veronica found her back against a chilled wall, Cooper's hands cupping the sides of her face as he closed the distance between them.

“Cooper, slow-” she began to whisper, but the large hands along her cheeks nudged her chin higher, his mouth practically latching on to the side of her throat, suckling her skin as his free hand weaved into her hair. “We should...we can't...,” she whimpered out, her breaths shallow as he carefully extracted every ounce of resistance she could muster. Nothing beyond kissing and light touching had happened in the months since they'd entered each other's lives, but the temptation to take things further, to let him put his hands and anything else anywhere he damn well pleased...

Her guilt over their infidelity clung to the last strand of her morality for dear life, but that thread frayed just a little more with every glance, every word, every featherlight graze of his digits against her. And his breath was hot on her throat, his hips pressed against her through their jeans, and the layers of fabric between them could not obscure the rigidness of his cock that had not been touched by anyone but himself in months. “This is...fuck, this is such a bad idea,” Veronica whispered, even as her hands gripped his shoulders, his powerful arms, weaving between his jacket and the PFD-branded t-shirt, issued to him by the fire department that paid him to protect the innocent.

“Do you wanna stop?” he rasped against her ear, his hands winding around her waist, dipping into the pockets of her jeans, dragging her body even closer.

“I should...we should-”

“I didn't ask what we should do,” he huffed as he held her body in place and ground against her, slender fingers gripping him tighter, but certainly not making any effort to push him away. “I asked what you wanted.”

“I don't know-”

“Do you want me?” he interrupted, drawing away enough to stare into her eyes as he loomed over her. She couldn't manage much more than a nod in the affirmative as he held her full attention, his fingers beginning to ghost over her again. “Do you want my hands on you?” he huffed, and she nodded as his fingers pushed past the hem of her shirt, making contact with her flushed skin beneath. “And my cock?” he continued, and she nodded with dwindling resistance. “You want me to fuck you?” he persisted, his hands shifting goals, traveling down her back and wedging themselves between her tight layer of denim and the easily torn panties that clung to her ass.

It was the sound of distant voices that pulled Veronica out of the haze of Cooper's attentions. “I do,” she whispered, even as she tried to slide out from against the wall, “but I think there are safer venues than this.” Leaning past the corner, and glancing down the hall, Cooper was relieved to find no owners to the voices, but he let her put a bit of distance between them, regardless.

“I know a place,” he mumbled, and her eyes found his, immediately. “It's not what you're thinking, I haven't...I haven't fooled around in a school since...well, since I was in school. And I haven't been with anyone but Rachel since she and I started dating.” Cooper had aimed to soothe her trepidation, but it was clear from the arms she started to wrap around herself in subconscious self-defense, that he had fumbled. “I just...I want you to understand that I haven't felt like this in a long time-”

“Like what?” she piped up suddenly, and Cooper's brows drew together in observance of her. “How...how do I make you feel? How do you...how do you feel about me?” she pressed, and Cooper felt her slipping through his fingers, physically and metaphorically. He hadn't had such angsty words directed his way in decades. “Because I haven't exactly done this before, either, and I know you aren't gonna leave-” Glistening beads had started to form at the corners of her eyes by the time he interrupted her, his mouth forming perfectly against her lips that had began to pull into a frown she tried desperately to stave off.

“Let's not think about that. It's a problem for another day,” he insisted, his arms encircling her, his body and hers beginning to sway to the total lack of music in the air, his fingers splayed against the small of her back. “Unless you've had enough of me,” he whispered, and she lifted her cheek from his chest to gaze up at him, lips slightly parted as she released a nervous breath. “Should we find somewhere more private?” he hedged, and to his relief, she nodded, her eyes focused on his. “Do you know where the supply room is?” he asked, and she shook her head. Why would she? “Okay, go up to the third floor...” he gave clear directions and watched her until she was out of site, while he made a detour for the nurse's office, fiddling with the lock until the door gave way, and collecting a bandage for the hickey he'd left on her throat, and a condom.

By the time he'd made it up to the supply room he'd directed her toward, Veronica had managed to rid herself of the skin-tight jeans, and her high-tops, and she sat in her tank top, socks, and underthings, on the edge of a built-in counter. When was the last time he'd walked in on someone waiting for him like this, eager for him? Sure, it had been months since he and Rachel had shared anything close to a sexual encounter, but even before that, before he'd abandoned his safe-house on Brewster, before he'd taken notice of the young woman across the room from him, sex with his wife had been bland, passionless, and sporadic at best. Leaning out into the hall once more to check that they hadn't been followed, Cooper closed the door again, and made sure to lock it before turning back around to his guest.

“You're sure about this?” he queried, his shoulders shrugging as he began to slip off his jacket, his feet carrying him across the room to where she sat, anxious and aching and watching him ceaselessly.

“I'm sure,” she mumbled and nodded, her eyes following his hands as he began to lift his shirt, his torso perhaps not as taut and defined as some of the younger firemen, but decorated satisfyingly with strong muscle beneath the skin. Her fingers gripped his shoulders as he stepped between her parted thighs, running his large hands along them, sighing as he felt the heat of her soft flesh beneath his fingertips. Many a night had passed since the fateful evening they'd met, that he found himself the only wakeful person in his bed, thinking about those soft thighs that he longed to drag apart, and indulge however he wished. As she sat before him, he watched the space that separated them shrink as Veronica urged him closer, and felt his neglected bulge through the denim he still wore. “I don't suppose you happen to have, uh...protection?” she suddenly asked, and he raised his brows and dropped one of his hands from her body to pull a packet out of his pocket.

“Snagged one from the nurse's office,” he clarified when her look of surprise began to shift into something suspicious. “I hope I wasn't presuming too much-”

“No, it's not th-” she began to explain, but her voice was cut off swiftly by his mouth, his hand dropping the packet onto the counter she sat on, and drawing her open thighs closer, her legs wrapping around him eagerly, the heat that emanated from her scorching him where a scrap of lace served as the only barrier between them. “Cooper?” she questioned as she felt him part from her, drag her down off the counter, and press his chest to her back as he guided her to face away from him.

“Do you still want me to fuck you?” he rasped as he felt hands that didn't belong to him fidgeting with the buckle of his belt, one of his own hands catching her wrists just as she managed to unbutton his jeans. When she spoke not a word, and leaned her head back against him as soon as he moved in closer, he began to guide her to lean against the counter, wrists still held in his hand, his grip gentle but secure. “Tell me what you want,” he breathed, as he traced her bare thigh with the fingertips of his unbusied hand.

“I want you,” she insisted, shifting her feet further apart, her wrists going limp in his hand, pliant and needy, becoming restless. “I want...whatever you want...as long as you're touching me...as long as some part of you is touching me,” she insisted, and his grip on her wrist dissolved, both his hands on her thighs as she tried desperately to get his jeans down his hips from the inconvenient angle. “I just wanna feel you,” she whimpered as his hands left her, and seconds later, there was again nothing but lace separating them, Veronica trying to part her legs even more, chest flattened against the smooth surface she splayed out across. An appreciative gasp left her as she tipped her hips up higher, felt the tip of his finger as he dragged the juncture of her panties to the side, and both froze at the buzzing that began to rattle his phone from the confines of Cooper's jeans pocket, closer to his ankles than his hips.

A groan, and a disappointed sigh, met the air as Cooper put more than physical distance between himself and the lovely, willing creature before him, extracting his phone to find multiple notifications : a ten minute old text, a stylized sheep head with no accompanying words, and a missed call from his wife. By the time he'd returned the text that overrode the need to return the call, Veronica was already dragging her jeans back up her legs.

“Veronica,” Cooper spoke up as she stepped around him, searching about for her canvas shoes and flopping unceremoniously down on the floor to drag them back on her feet. “You don't have to-”

“No, I do,” she interjected before she could lose her nerve. “This was a mistake...I think you should go home to your-”

“Is that what you really want?” Cooper suddenly cut in, and she remained silent for several seconds before picking out her words, carefully.

“It isn't...but you're not mine to want...I was an idiot to think any different,” any strength left in her voice fell away into a mumble as her words began to dry up, as she stepped nearer to the door he'd locked, Cooper watching her silently, taking not a single step to prevent her from disappearing. “I think you should go home to your wife, Mister Abbott.”

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“Thank you,” Veronica mumbled as she walked beside the married man she'd spent the evening with, clutching his arm through the sleeve of his jacket, Cooper hanging on to the fluffy team mascot plush he'd purchased for her. “For tonight, I mean...for saving me from a terrible date.” Passing by every souvenir shop and food stand the arena had to offer, half a dozen times at least, the pair eventually found themselves in the near-silence of the parking garage, a solid hour of the game still left to play out. To the relief of both of them, they had not come across even a single person the entire trek of concrete levels to Cooper's vehicle, and as they drew near, they found it glossy and meticulously cleansed of dirt and debris.

“I'm sure we can find a way for you to make it up to me,” Cooper answered as he slipped his arm out of her grasp, and wrapped it around her shoulders instead. When he peered down at her, and found her staring back with uncertain eyes, he immediately put on a fake, reassuring smile. “Kidding...I had a really good time, tonight,” he redirected, watching her eyes for a response that might not reach her lips. “It's nice not having to worry about who might see us,” he added, and she nodded subtly. “Not having to...sneak off and-”

“Cooper, we...still kinda managed to do that,” she noted, turning about to look over the concrete structure, full of unoccupied vehicles, pucks still sliding against the slick ice inside the arena. “In case you hadn't notice.”

“I noticed,” he confirmed as they finally reached his car, or rather, his minivan. “It's nice to walk freely in a crowd, but...I can't pretend that I don't prefer keeping you to myself.”

“Me, too,” she quietly confessed, glancing around again, confirming that they were still alone, trying not to dwell on his choice of words. “What a...weird coincidence tonight, I guess,” she continued.

It had struck him as odd that such a desirable opportunity would just fall into his lap, as if he were being rewarded. Every time he'd seen her, it had felt like a reward, but to have her all alone and unprotected by the rest of the world, crowds of acquaintances and strangers alike, it felt like an opportunity he'd stolen.

“And, um...thank you for the ride, too,” she mumbled as she placed a palm on what she gathered was his vehicle.

“Well, I couldn't just let you leave in some stranger's car,” he answered, pulling out his keys and starting up the engine with a button on the remote. “You never really know who's backseat you're getting in to,” he continued, leaning against the driver's side of his trusty Kia.

“Well, that is an impressive amount of backseat,” Veronica noted as she rested her weight against the minivan as well, observing the spacious seating through the window. “You're sure you don't wanna stick around and catch the rest of the game? I feel a little bad I kept you from it-”

“You didn't keep me from anything I wouldn't happily miss,” he insisted, his back against the driver's seat window, as the young woman beside him visually inspected the interior through the tinted glass. “Although,” he continued, and she glanced his way, “I wouldn't mind hanging around a little longer...I'm not in a hurry to say goodbye.” When she remained quiet, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth like she was trying to bite back a response, and looked away again, Cooper added, “Are you?”

Veronica remained silent for several seconds, staring through the darkened window in front of her, before she finally spoke up again. “I'm not...but I...” She trailed off again as she tilted her head to look his way, only to let out an audible breath as she turned away again.

“What can I do?” Cooper asked suddenly, earnestly, and she glanced up at him once more, her brows drawn together in confusion. “To make you more comfortable, I mean?” When she shrugged, and turned even more obviously away from him, a frustrated sigh escaped him. “Veronica, you know I...I didn't plan for any of this. I didn't plan to meet you, or like you...or miss you, or...feel...the way I do,” he finally articulated, reaching out a hand to trail his fingertips down the nape of her neck, and she swiveled slowly back around, her eyes shinier in the floodlights of the parking garage, moisture beading up at the corners.

“How...how do you feel? You never really told me before, you just...tried to distract me with sex,” she recalled aloud as she shrugged her shoulders, thinking back to the evening they'd nearly consummated their affair, in the supply room of the middle school. “And then your wife called, and-”

Whatever words that had nearly spilled out were silenced as Cooper reached for Veronica's shoulder and pressed her back against the pristinely clean side of his car, her body sandwiched between himself and the vehicle, his hands finding her jaw and tilting back her chin to capture her lips.

“We're here...we're all alone...and I don't think either of us really wanna dwell on my marriage, right now,” he mused, stroking her cheek, her jaw, along her throat. “In fact,” he dropped his hands from her just as suddenly, and she watched in silence as he gripped his wedding band and drew it off his ring finger, nudging the round piece of metal into his smallest pocket. “Does that help?” he asked, and after a few seconds, she finally nodded, glancing back up to his eyes.

“A little,” she admitted, reaching out to feel the freshly bare spot on his hand. Suddenly dipping his free hand into his back pocket, he dragged out his phone, glanced at the screen, and pressed the power button until the device began to shut off, just as Veronica had earlier.

“There,” he declared as he showed her the black screen. “No more distractions. Just...you and me,” he observed, leaning against the driver's door as he continued to hold her hand, Veronica weaving her slender fingers between his larger ones.

“You, and me...and your minivan,” she acknowledged, and Cooper shifted his gaze to the vehicle they leaned against.

“Please don't call it that...it makes me sound like a soccer mom, or something,” he huffed, but there was a warmth to his expression as he watched her.

“Sorry,” Veronica mumbled, and she complied to his will when he released her, only to place a hand on her waist through her dress, and twirl her around to face his vehicle as he stepped up behind her, Veronica leaning her body against the glass and metal surface before her. “So...was this your plan?” she spoke up, and he let out a small hmm? as his fingers wandered over the sides of her body through her clingy sweater dress, reaching the bottom hem and slowly dragging up the edge over the roundness of her ass, leaning his body in even closer, the denim of his jeans meeting her mostly bare skin. “To get me alone, again...against the side of your mini-”

“Car,” he insisted, drawing a hand back to dig out his remote, pressing a button and placing his arm around her as the door slid open to reveal the second row of seating. “And actually, I thought you might be more comfortable inside,” he continued, reaching inside the vehicle and fiddling around until the seat began to electronically adjust and recline, looking more like a modern theater seat. “There's plenty of room, for...all sorts of adventures.”

“Adventures?” she repeated as she dragged the edge of her dress back into place, and proceeded to climb inside, maneuvering past the reclined seat to settle into the next one over. “Is that what they used to called it?”

“Hey, take it easy on me,” Cooper muttered, as he climbed into the reclined seat and slid the door back into place, the engine still running, heating up the chilled vehicle to a more comfortable temperature. “'I haven't done anything like this in a long time,” he reminded, stretching his body out over the reclined surface. Letting his head fall to one side against the cushioning below him, he reached out a welcoming hand, “C'mere.”

Taking a breath as she stared at his outstretched hand, Veronica shifted her gaze back up to his eyes, instead. “I don't suppose you still have that condom from the nurse's office?” she hedged, and to her relief, Cooper simply raised his brows thoughtfully, and started to pat his hands over his own clothing, looking for his wallet.

“I...It's not...here,” he mumbled as he thumbed through his billfold, but before Veronica could respond, he started to climb out of his seat and toward the front row.

“It's okay. I'm on the pill, so-”

“Hold on, it might be...” his voice fell away as he popped open the glove box, shuffling his hand around inside until his fingers brushed over a square packet, and something else he'd nearly forgotten. Extracting the two discoveries, he returned to the reclined seat and adjusted it to sit up straighter. Holding both items in his hands, he glanced over to the young woman at his side. Opening his hands, he watched for her reaction as she noticed first the shiny pouch, and the small, hinged box immediately after. Before Veronica's mind could work through a dozen explanations for the gift box – most of them including the wife who surely sat at home at that very moment, assuming no ill intentions-

“Here,” Cooper offered simply, reaching out with the box in the palm of his hand as he clutched the pouch with the other, Veronica taking hold of what he offered her with hesitant fingers.

“Cooper, you really shouldn't...” her voice faded into silence as she stared at the pendant necklace inside the hinged box, a single glistening stone, hanging from a delicate chain – a replacement for the cheaper one he'd snapped as he'd ripped it from The Butcher's most recent victim's throat.

“Do you like it?” he abruptly asked, and she glanced back up to his eyes, and down again, as she carefully extracted the necklace from the box.

“I do,” she confessed, setting the box down on the floor, holding the piece of evidence in her hand. “How long have you been holding on to this?” she asked as she crept over to slide onto his lap when he reached a hand out again.

“Since the summer,” he answered, a technical truth. It hadn't been his initial aim to gift it to her, but as his hands slid around her neck to fasten the piece of jewelry, he found himself glad to have it at his disposal. “I never know when I'm going to see you next, so...” his voice faded away as he watched her stare at the pendant, held between the tips of her fingers. “Maybe I should have waited until after, though,” he contemplated as she looked back up to his eyes, her brows drawing together in confusion. “I don't want you to feel...obligated.”

“Cooper,” Veronica whispered as she stood up, just to adjust and sit back down, the hem of her dress rising up her thighs as she straddled him. “I had a pretty good idea of where things might go if I followed you out here,” she admitted, placing her hands along his shoulders as his own hands found her hips, running the pads of his fingers up and down her curves that sat atop his lap, through the sweater material. “I'm where I wanna be.”

“So am I,” Cooper mumbled, running his thumbs over the knit surface as she shifted slightly atop him, the bottom edge of the dress rising with every move they made. “Well, almost...”

With a brief glance around the parking garage from the confines of the minivan's back seat, Veronica felt Cooper's fingertips at her cheek, and she returned her gaze to his umber eyes, focused squarely on her. “It's just us. No school, no crowd...just us...just me, and my girl,” he assured, nudging strands of hair that had fallen out of place behind her ear. “It's what we both want, isn't it?”

She answered not with words, but still her lips, as she leaned into him, tenderly accepting the kiss he immediately offered, Cooper's hands along her sides and bunching up the fabric that clung to her. Veronica's hands found his belt, and began to unfasten it, working at the button of his jeans, the zipper below. If he'd lacked the boxer-briefs that clung to his skin, his cock would have sprung forth in defiance of gravity, immediately. With a quick jumble of limbs and groans and soft laughter, Cooper's jeans, underwear, and the scrap of lace that had protected Veronica's modesty, were deposited onto the empty seat at their side, the married man's hands grasping at the parted thighs of the young woman who was not his bride.

“How are you already so wet?” Cooper whispered as he stared up to her closed eyes, her open thighs on his lap as he mentally complemented the spaciousness of the vehicle he'd selected for himself. “I've barely touched you.”

“Cooper,” she breathed as she placed a hand at his shoulder, her other hand wrapping around his cock, swiping the pad of her thumb over the pearly fluid leaking out of its slit, Cooper's eyes flitting closed as Veronica slid her glistening flesh along his length, carefully rolled her hips. “You don't have to touch me to make me wet. Just being around you, I...I want you all the time.” Cooper's grip on her tightened slightly as he began to rut lightly against her where she worked atop his lap, teasing and delicious and frustrating all at once. “And when you're so close, even just holding my hand, I...I don't think there's any hope for me.”

Eyes focused on the junction of their thighs, Cooper relaxed more into the reclined seat, watching her movements as her slick coated the underside of his cock, and when she slid into just the right position, he thrust his hips, sheathing himself inside her with a gasp of surprise from Veronica, and a groan from his own lips as her walls clinched around him. “No hope?” he questioned as he began to pump himself inside her, as she rolled her hips and let out the softest sounds he'd heard in nearly a month.

“I think...,” she began, and sighed instead as he took hold of her hips and guided her body as he thrust inside, burying himself to the hilt as she engulfed him. “I think you've...I think you've ruined me,” she whispered, letting out more inarticulate noises as his large hands began to explore, grasping gently at her clothed breasts that bounced with every movement of his hips.

“Not yet,” he breathed out, his fingers grazing over the sides of her neck, and palming the nape to drag her into another kiss when she mumbled a 'what?' in response. Her swallowed word was replaced with simpler noises, sighing into his mouth as his hands ghosted down her sides and around to grip her ass, encouraging her to grind against him. Cooper observed her with fascination and pride as he leaned back against the reclining seat once more, her lips still parted as she rode him. “You, uh...you said-mmph...uhh, you're on the pill, right?” the husband groaned out, sparing a half-lidded glance to the forgotten condom packet, poking out of the compartment at his side.

Veronica nodded, opening her eyes to look into his, following his gaze. “Oops,” she mumbled as her movements stilled, making a face that seemed to confirm it was an honest mistake, and that she couldn't care less. “Do you wanna-”

“Don't you dare,” Cooper rasped as he suddenly thrust deeper inside, encouraging her to move as he gripped her hips tighter, Veronica's eyes sliding closed again as he took blatant control, leaning in closer as he guided her along his cock, slow and steady, knowing anything more would take him over the edge, humiliatingly quickly. It had been well over half a year since he'd been touched by anything but his own hands, after all, and he damn sure wasn't going to let it end any sooner than he could prevent.

The necklace from his latest victim bounced between the two of them as Cooper fucked her until his body could take no more, spilling inside as her walls and her arms clung to him as if he would evaporate, should she let go.

The ride was mostly quiet as Cooper sat in the driver's seat of his Kia, Veronica in the passenger seat at his side. The radio hummed at a low volume, just loud enough for the songs to be discernible, but neither paid it much mind. Cooper kept his eyes fairly steadily on the road, mostly free of traffic as he avoided highways and busier main streets, extending the trip as much as he dared. The game was likely finished by now, the city's team almost certainly suffering another loss, and the husband knew he only had so long before his absence became excessive. He still needed to stop by one of his safe houses to clean up, and wash her off of him. Much as he favored cleanliness, he mentally conceded that he'd happily wear the scent of her on his body all night and into the morning if he could. “I'm sorry,” he suddenly spoke aloud, and the young woman at his side shifted her gaze to him, confused and a bit concerned.

“Why are you sorry?” she questioned, drawing her limbs up to sit cross-legged in the seat, her boots abandoned on the floor, socks clinging to her feet. Anxiety immediately began to gnaw at her as she mentally thumbed through all the reasons he might have for an apology. Maybe he regretted what they'd done, or was readying himself to declare they shouldn't see each other any-

“All the build up, and then...you just felt so damn good, and I couldn't...hold it back,” he admitted, glancing her way as they came to a stop sign. “Next time, it'll be better,” he assured, and her brows raised as she considered his words.

“Next time?” she repeated, and he nodded as his eyes re-focused on the road, the car beginning to roll forward again.

“Unless you don't want to-”

“No, I...I do,” Veronica interrupted, and the driver let out a faint chuckle. “And, um...it's okay,” she murmured, accepting Cooper's right hand when he reached it out toward her, navigating the wheel with his left.

“It's just been a really long time, and you felt so...” his voice drifted off, taking in a breath and stroking her knuckles with his thumb.

“How, um...how long has it been?” she asked suddenly, and with barely a moment to recall, he promptly answered.

“Since before we met,” he confirmed, easing his foot onto the break as he reached a corner, and turned. “What about you?”

Veronica remained silent as she tried to recall her last complete sexual encounter. Her answer did not match his own.

“Well?” he spoke up again, and felt her draw her hand away, slowly.

“It was...just after the school year ended...at the beginning of summer,” she admitted, and Cooper briefly glanced her way before returning his gaze to the road, his expression unchanged, unreadable. “It was after I saw you at the school, with your wife,” she explained, and he nodded, his gaze focused on the street before them. “I was jealous, and I felt so...stupid,” Veronica admitted, and Cooper's brows furrowed slightly. Corruptible and easy to manipulate, yes, but stupid? He shook his head in silent disagreement, listening as she continued.

“Anyway, it's was just...some guy. I picked the first guy on this app that didn't make my skin crawl, and we had a proper date, and things just...kinda happened.” The last of her words came out as little more than a mumble, Cooper taking another turn on a quiet street, her tiny, rented home entering their view from several houses away. “It didn't mean anything,” she clarified, and the car rolled on until he pressed the breaks and put his minivan into park, adjusting his keys in the ignition until the engine became silent. “And it...it wasn't worth it.”

“He didn't hurt you-” Cooper began to question, but she swiftly quashed his concern.

“No, nothing like that, we just...didn't really have any chemistry. To be honest...it just made me miss you even more.” His eyes were focused squarely on her own as she finally gazed up at him. “I didn't even know that was possible.” Before Cooper could muster a reassuring response, his phone began to buzz and play a clip from a song Veronica only faintly recognized. Cooper's eyes focused on the screen as he tapped away a response to the new text, and slipped it back into the concealed pocket of his jacket. “Was that...Lady Raven?” Veronica spoke up, a hint of amusement in her voice as she stared at him, watching as he shrugged in admittance.

“My daughter, she, uh...she insisted on making it my ringtone for her,” Cooper explained, and the young woman smiled more broadly at the answer.

“I didn't know song ringtones were even still a thing,” she answered, and he shrugged.

For as poor of a husband as he had become, he still held on fiercely to the label of 'good dad'. “I'm taking Riley to see her in concert in a few weeks. She's already counting down the hours,” he revealed, and the smile on Veronica's face softened into something closer to admiration.

“That's cool,” she stated simply, and Cooper nodded slightly. “I didn't get to see anyone I actually wanted to see in concert until I was old enough to pay for it on my own,” she admitted, and the confined space went silent again as she begrudgingly started to pull on her boots. She was absolutely not ready to say goodbye, but she knew it couldn't be helped. “So, um...when do you think...,” she closed her mouth for a few seconds of contemplation, and let out a sigh, took in a deeper breath. “When can I...see you again?”

“You're sure you want to?” Cooper pressed, but not an inch of his face appeared serious, and his passenger sucked in her lower lip and nodded resolutely. “Well, let's see, uh...” Cooper paused, taking a moment to actually consider his options. “There's a dance coming up at the school, I think...right around Halloween,” he recalled, and Veronica nodded slowly, a bit confused. “Well, I think they're still looking for chaperones to sign up...I'm sure we could manage to slip away, unnoticed,” he suggested, and she nodded with understanding, rolling her eyes at the thought of chaperoning a middle school dance, but knowing the eventual moments alone with Cooper would be worth it.

* * * a few weeks later * * *

What started out as a very normal day had plummeted into a bizarre and unsettling night as Veronica drove home from her boring, unfulfilling office job, thinking about Cooper sporadically throughout the day as she often did, wondering how the concert was going and how he was coping with an arena full of teenage fangirls and the pop star they worshiped. Confusion and curiosity had crept over her as she encountered the first checkpoint on her way home, a sinking feeling in her stomach as the officer showed her a photo of a very familiar man, asking if she'd seen him or knew him at all. She had lied, of course, and stated she did not recognize him, and drove on, but her stomach felt sick as her mind raced. She'd faced a second checkpoint with slightly less composure, denying again her knowledge of him, but by the third stop, a couple of miles from her house, she was barely keeping it together. Placing her phone in airplane mode, shutting off the car stereo, she focused solely on reaching her home, and then...

The street was dark as usual as she turned onto it, her diminutive house coming into view thanks to her headlights, the streetlights still out of order from the most recent thunderstorm. Rolling up the driveway, she glanced up to her front door, and squinted as she noticed a faint light coming through the window beside it. Energy bills being unreasonably high, she was almost certain she'd shut off everything she could before leaving, that morning. Her steps were slow and cautious as she locked her car, cringing at the obnoxiously loud beep of the alarm, and approached her front door. Still locked. No obvious signs of forcible entry. She pressed her key into the lock and hedged inside.

Standing in the threshold, there was no question that she wasn't alone. Though she saw no other forms of life, her washing machine was rattling through a rinse cycle, and the dishes she'd left in the sink after breakfast that morning were on the drying rack, and water was blasting noisily from the shower head in her bathroom. It didn't take more than a few seconds for her to correctly guess who else was in her home.

Abandoning her belongings on a side table and slipping out of her shoes, she made the short trek to the bathroom, the sound of flowing water ending just as she raised her hand to knock gently at the door, and her voice was soft and anxious as she simply asked, “Cooper?” Met with silence for several seconds, the door finally opened from the inside, and Veronica stared up at the tawny, looming man she'd sworn multiple times in the last hour to have no knowledge of. Towel wrapped around his waist, hair tousled and damp, friendship bracelets still wrapped around his wrist, he stared at her as she stared back at him, silent, waiting. “I...,” she began, swallowed, started again, “I don't...I-”

“How was work?” he asked abruptly, and her brows furrowed as he glimpsed himself in the mirror, using his fingers to comb his damp hair into the style he'd grown accustom to.

“It was...What are you doing here?” she mumbled as she watched him preen.

“I imagine you've heard by now...I had a, uh...a pretty messy night,” he confirmed, and she nodded slowly, staring at him as his gaze shifted toward her reflection in the bathroom mirror. “You haven't alerted anyone, have you? That's I'm here?” he asked, and she shook her head, 'no'. “I see you're still wearing the necklace I gave you.”

Glancing down and lifting her hand to grasp the pendant that hung from her neck, she looked back up to him as his own hand reached out to gently clutch the sparkling jewel, something akin to relief washing over him when she showed no hesitation at his nearness, still. Veronica couldn't help but notice the lack of a gold band around his finger, and Cooper watched her studiously as she reached her free hand up to grasp at his unadorned fingers.

“I wasn't sure how you'd react,” he admitted, abandoning the jewel to brush his fingers over her cheek, nudging the loose strands from a long day out of her eyes.

“I don't...I-” she began to stammer, confused and anxious, and more than a little unsettled at the fact that her response was due to the idea of losing him, so much more than the fresh knowledge of his brutally violent extra-curricular activities.

“You're still my girl, aren't you?” he whispered, both his hands on her face now as he held her gaze captive. Swallowing visibly, she nodded slowly, transfixed by The Butcher as he stood before her. “And I'm sure you understand, that I...I can't stay here,” he muttered as he watched her, felt her hands as she lifted them up to cover his own, her eyes closed, her face flushing, hot moisture prickly at the corners of her eyes.

“I know,” she whispered as her grip loosened, but his own hands grasped at hers before she could drop them back down. “You can...you can hide out here, as long as you need t-”

“Come with me,” he implored, suddenly, and she looked back up to his umber eyes, near-certain she'd imagined his request. “Please,” he insisted when her silence continued, Veronica taking in a shuddered breath as he dipped down and pressed his lips against hers, his kiss soft and minty and reassuring, her hands on his chest as he wrapped his strong arms around her and held her in his embrace. Nodding almost imperceptibly against him, he let go a sigh of relief when he felt her arms wind around him as well. “You're sure,” he murmured as he leaned down to rest his forehead against her crown.

“I'm sure.”

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[snowluvvie]

Best friend's dad Josh Hartnett save me. he squeezes your hand and makes eye contact with you and smiles when he shakes your hand—a strong handshake—cause he's polite like that. not a parent that says "please, call me Josh!" no he wants you to keep calling him Mr. Hartnett, and it kinda turns you on, so you drag it out like "Mister Haaartnett" and he smiles a little, the same way he smiles when you say "yes, sir" like it's casual, though you're so obvious with your cheeky little grin that he knows what you're playing at. he's good-natured and watches you prance around him and be all coy and cute, laughs and lets it slide cause he knows how girls can be with older guys. says things like "it's normal, it's natural." besides, it feels good knowing a pretty girl your age, who could really get whoever you want, is still that into him. Mr. Hartnett doesn't realize how dead serious your attraction is to him until he gives a joking little tug on your ponytail and sees the look in your eyes when your head falls back a little. that's when he realizes—oh?

[cait-writes]

I'm conflicted. I've recently gotten back into my Josh Hartnett / Pearl Harbor phase again. Is there still a following for this? I know there's more attention to his more recent projects. Is there anyone that currently writes any fics/imagines for him?

[maddieyapps]

MASTERLIST

characters/people i will do:

alex browning (fnd 1):

none yet!

Ian mckinley (fnl 3):

Ian McKinley X bimbo reader!

bam margera:

none yet!

johnny Knoxville:

none yet!

Anton tobias:

none yet!

Raab himself:

none yet!

Zeke tyler:

none yet!

Randall pink floyd:

none yet!

Daniel johns:

none yet!

i can’t think of any other but i’m sure if you request i’ll write for them!!!

XD

love ya guys!!!

[space-signals]

Jail Cell

Eben Oleson x Fem!Reader

You had been dating Eben for awhile, and during one of Barrow's annual blackouts he brings you along for a night of fun. In the empty sheriff's department an idea crosses your mind, something to do with an empty jail cell...

Tags :) SMUT , Oral!fem receiving , very minor roleplay (i.e. calling Eben 'officer' and one case of being called 'inmate') , handcuffs (he's a sheriff, you didn't think I was gonna do anything with that? c'mon) , mentions of bruising and some pet names! , I think that's if but if I missed anything please tell me xoxo

Eben crashed against the light switches of the sheriff’s department. A move blinded by your lips and tongue, making sure you got every taste of him as you pushed through the doors.

It was Barrow’s annual black out, your second, but your first together. It was exciting; you had only recently moved to Barrow to take care of your father, and Eben had always known the blackouts as a simple factor of life. 

Eben had been aware of what it was like to relish in the quiet of a blackout with someone, but now he was with you; someone who hadn’t always known the dark skies of Barrow. It was something he had been looking forward to. Sadly, a month of cuddling and gazing under the northern stars turned into constant care of your families and jobs, leaving very little time for you to indulge in one another. Pent-up emotions and heavy eye fucking throughout the days resulted in snowballs being thrown at your window in the middle of the night, as if you both were teenagers. 

The adrenaline rush certainly felt like your teenage years as you snuck out of the house to meet Eben in his SUV. 

The lights snapping on throughout the department shocked both of you out of your lustful trances. It gave you a moment to look at your heavy breathing partner. Eben doing the same as his eyes surveyed over you. The cold had pinched his nose and cheeks red. The lack of oxygen from making out and the biting wind were a viscous pair. 

“You’re gorgeous.” Eben breathed out, squeezing your sides lightly. 

You smiled and pushed him back playfully, which only made him grab onto you tighter; pulling your warm bodies together to continue what you had been doing. Right before your lips connected, from your peripheral you saw a very empty jail cell in the back of the room. 

An idea sparked in your brain, something you had been wanting to do since falling in love with the town sheriff. 

You pulled away with a smile on your face. “Wait, wait, wait—” You skipped to the empty cell, “I wanna do something!” 

Eben stared at you in wonder, peeling off his coat to follow you absentmindedly. “What’s that?” He asked playfully. 

The coat fell from around your shoulders, grabbing it at the last second to throw it to the side. You walked backwards into the cell, grabbing onto the door and closing it as you progressed further into the cold room. The metal door closed with a small echo, which was dampened as you turned around to press your back against them. You turned your head to look at Eben, who was chuckling softly behind you, the sound of him sending butterflies to your stomach. 

“Really?” He asked as you turned around with a fervor in your eyes. 

You smiled through the bars, face pressed close to the cold metal. “Really.” 

He chucked again, running a gloved hand through his hair. “You do something to me, lady.” He walked forward, leaning in to kiss you through the bars. 

“I’m not sure you’re supposed to really kiss hardened criminals.” You hummed delightfully. 

Eben raised a brow. “You’re a hardened criminal?” 

You backed away from the bars, swaying your hips and shoulders suggestively. “The worst of the worst, baby.” 

He rolled his shoulders back while holding back a very obvious smile. Eben gave a half-hearted shrug before tightening up his face. 

He ripped open the jail cell, taking a step inside. His face was hard and stern, making your skin tingle with excitement. “Inmate…” even his voice felt cold, like he had never been more angry. “What do you think you’re doing?” 

You couldn’t contain your happiness. Roleplaying had never been something you’d even think of asking him, and now that it was actually happening, the pure excitement of it was overflowing out of you. You seductively slid towards him. “What do you want me to do?” You raised your hand to brush against him, only for Eben to aggressively grab your wrist. 

He spun you around forcefully with an angry glare, which ignited a deep fire throughout your nervous system. A plethora of knots began forming in your stomach. 

“You have some serious behavioral issues.” He growled. 

“Ya gonna do something about it?” Your finger hooked around a belt loop, tugging ever so slightly. Part of you just wanted to get this over with — would it be too much to say ‘cut!’ and drag him down to the floor? 

He grabbed the back of your head and pushed you against the bars. You would’ve cooed at the protective action if you weren’t in the middle of something. 

His hand ran down your body, the roughness of his glove and the gentle touch made you shiver. He grabbed your other hand and brought both of them above your head. 

All your fantasies coming alive at this moment were too much to process. A giggle bubbled up to the surface, but shut down as soon as his leg pushed the back of your knees, causing you to crumble to the ground. 

You looked up at him with enormous eyes, watching him intently as he was too busy focusing on ripping his glove off with his teeth to grab a pair of cuffs around his waist. The act had made your tongue heavy, your eyes floating back to their level as his crotch stood right in front of you. A thousand nights of nuzzling against his thighs after intimate nights made the knots in your stomach tighter, lighting them ablaze. 

Cold metal snapped against your wrist. You looked up again to find your gloves ripped off and metal cuffs replacing them. The chain weaved through the bars — you were stuck. 

You made eye contact with him, brows furrowed together to convey that he was angry, but you knew he was everything but. 

“Do the glove thing again!” You whispered. It felt as if you two were actors in the middle of a play, improvising as you went on. 

He raised his brows before bringing his hand up to rip his other glove with his teeth, tossing it aside. 

Your giggle echoed through the department, and a smile ripped across his face. You leaned back against the bars, legs folding out beneath you to rest on your butt. 

Eben followed you down to the ground, situating himself between your spread legs. “Am I doing okay?” He whispered, once again enforcing the idea that they were putting on some type of play. The idea made your smile all that more infectious. 

“You’re doing great.” You leaned in absentmindedly, needing to kiss him like nothing else. Your lips felt empty without him there. “I’m so turned on.” You whispered before his lips took yours. 

Your body was on fire as he leaned further into you, arms surrounding your head to keep himself from falling into you. 

“You’re really bad at being a corrupt officer.” You playfully whispered against his mouth. 

When he pulled away, you thought you’d go into cardiac arrest. His heavy breathing and lidded eyes were too much, but kissed red lips were just the cherry on top. A heartbeat pounded between your legs, begging for something. 

“Oh, really?” He asked, his voice dripping with lust. 

In a flash, he grabbed your legs and brought them to his shoulders. Your scream of excitement acted as no deterrent as his lips gave small kisses to your inner thighs, pressing through your pants as if nothing was going to stop him. 

You giggled and squirmed as his lips dared press against the one area they needed to be.

“Eben- Eben, please.” You begged. 

He looked at you from between your legs, a sight which would echo in your head for the rest of time. “Please, what?” 

“You’re such an asshole.” 

He kept eye contact as he slowly and gently pressed a kiss to your center. You could barely even feel it, but the act itself made you lose your mind. You leaned your head back as you hissed out curses. 

“Will you just fuck me already?” You whimpered, and the kissing stopped altogether. The embarrassment fluttered to your face. Pure heat was radiating off of you. 

Eben seemed to like that answer because he rested your legs on his shoulders to toy with the buttons and zippers of your pants. The fact you couldn’t help speed this process up was making your head spin, and he knew that. You had never found Eben to be an evil man, but the one time you ask him to be an evil police officer, he’s the most corrupt man in the world. In the back of your mind, you began wondering if he had always wanted to be evil like this. Draw out your torture, make you squirm and beg for something — the thought of that made you lightheaded. 

He moved your legs to one shoulder to slowly take your pants off, each inch of skin gaining a small kiss. He ripped your shoes off to leave your only comfort of warmth being your knee-high socks. You must’ve been a sight to behold because as soon as he spread your legs again, his eyes dilated in a fury of lust. 

“You look like you’re gonna eat me.” You breathed out with a small smirk. He resembled that of a hungry predator, you his simple prey. 

Eben tilted his head ever so slightly, a brow raising which told you everything you needed to know. You watched in horror as his mouth opened, rolling out his tongue. He leaned forward and licked a painfully slow strip across the center of your underwear, giving you a taste of what was to come. 

You squirmed as his grip tightened on your legs, keeping you as still as he needed you. He only released one of his hands to pull your underwear to the side, to get to where you finally wanted him. 

The feel of his tongue against your cunt made you hazy. His hot breath battled the cold empty building, causing shivers all over your body. 

He squeezed your thigh, a bruise that would come to form in a couple hours, something you were waiting to see flourish. He kept your underwear to the side, fingers grazing your clit ever so slightly as his tongue worked its way inside. 

You squealed and moaned like your life depended on it, but he wouldn’t let up. He only stopped tormenting you to pepper small kisses on your inner thighs while he shushed you. 

“If you think I can stay quiet during this, you’re an idiot, Eben.” You were out of breath, panting like a dog as his kisses warned closer and closer. 

“Good inmates don’t talk back, sweetie.” 

You whined, leaning your head back in frustration. 

“Good inmates don’t whine either.” 

You settled for a pout, which opened its way into a gasp as he kissed your clit gently. 

“Try not to move too much.” He purred into you. “Don’t want you falling off.” 

You couldn’t help but nod at his request, he had successfully turned into you puddy. You kept your hands busy by grabbing onto the bars, squeezing your eyes shut as pure ecstasy rolled over you. 

His thumb rubbed soft circles into your clit as his tongue lapped at your center, curling in and out. The roughness of his thumb and the soft plushness of his tongue twisted your nervous system into knots. He dug his face further into you as the fire in your abdomen grew unbearable. 

You tried to tell him you were cumming, but words escaped your heavy tongue. Your body ignited, legs to shaking beside his head. 

Eben continued on, digging his tongue deeper into you as he rode out the electricity which shocked your body. In a parting gift, he gave a small kiss to your cunt once more before pulling away, looking at you from your pelvis. 

The panting echoed throughout the building — you’d be surprised if the entire town hadn’t woken up. 

“Wanna go again—” 

“I’ll kill you.” 

He chuckled, unhooking your legs from his shoulders. Using your legs, he pulled himself closer to wrap your legs around his waist, protecting your scantily clad ass from the cold concrete. He leaned in to kiss you, allowing you to taste yourself, which left you giggling. 

Your noses were touching, hot breath intertwining. “Thank you for correcting my behavior, officer.” 

He growled dangerously, his smile toothy and dangerous. He snapped his head and was kissing and sucking your neck wildly — a horny vampire. 

You screeched his name, giggling wildly.

[nxtaliaistyping]

Sigh, Cooper Adams fucking your young cunt as stress relief

18+, rough sex, choking, creampie

He has such a stressful life, being a firefighter saving lives, taking care of two kids as a single dad after his wife walked out on the family (suspiciously never to be seen again).

And well, his extracurricular activities also take a lot of planning and brute force to accomplish. He's a busy man, and the tension in his shoulders can be felt for miles when he arrives at your door.

He knows what people would say if they knew, a man of his age fucking a college student, and a pretty one at that. But he can't bring himself to care when you're looking up at him so sweetly, saying words he hasn't heard in a long time in your saccharine tone.

So he'd be a fool not to take advantage of your willingness, of your declaration that you'd do anything to make him feel better.

So he does, fucking you while you're on your front, the rough drag of his cock in and out of your wet pussy truly evaporating all thoughts in your head. That fact aided by one of his big arms being wrapped around your small neck, the delicious pressure of the choking causing your head to spin and small pathetic noises to be forced out of your throat.

"You like that honey? Used like this? God how filthy...you're just filthy."

The adrenaline he gets comes second only to the thrill of getting away with murder, his hips slamming against your ass as he takes what he wants from you. The necklace he'd given you a few visits ago lays limply against your tits, shaking with every thrust as the gemstone shines against the light of the lamp.

Maybe one day he'll tell you who he really is, he sees you reading the newspaper with fascination whenever The Butcher strikes again. He wonders if your pretty eyes would fill with fear, or tears as you gazed up at him, perhaps backing against the wall like a cornered prey animal. Or maybe you'd like it, maybe heat would flush your cheeks as your thighs would press together at the knowledge you've had a serial killer in your bed.

Either way, as he fills you up to the brim with his cum, he knows you're always gonna be his little stress reliever <3

[deadpoolgirl23]

I like making playlist so if you want to check this one out I think it’s pretty good.(ik it has a lot of Taylor swift lol)

I fixed the title but tumblr hates me

[prozacwhorehouse]

cooper adams (the butcher) headcannons (sfw and nsfw)

first are just a few general ones bc I can’t really think of this man without it being nsfw🙈🙈

PLEASE go easy on me!! i have never written smut before so i hope it’s good 🙏🙏

barely proofread but readable

- probably an incredible cook. when he cooks, it comes out looking like a professionally made meal. id think it looks and tastes so perfect because he needs it to be perfect - probably throws it away if he adds so much as a grain to many of salt and starts over.

- listens to a lot of 80s music. from bon jovi and madonna to hall and oates and stevie nicks, he’ll always belt out to words in the worst singing voice you’ve ever heard in the car with the windows down, embarrassing riley and logan.

- house is always clean. bed always perfectly made, clothes neatly folded in drawers in colored order. (judging by the way we saw him fix that towel in the bathroom, everything at home needs to look perfect)

- we all know this already, but dad of the year!! fucking loves his kids. always attended riley’s tea parties, raced cars with logan.

- i can’t say that he loves his wife. he seemed more mad to get caught, more than it was his wife who sold him out and who he’d never see again. probably only still with rachel for his kids - he loves them too much and wouldn’t want to complicate their lives, which become complicated in a worse way when he’s caught.

- brings you little gifts all the time. maybe a book you’ve been talking about wanting to read, or a book he recommends to you. if you don’t know he’s the butcher, he’d bring the book to cure your boredom at work, or if you do know he’s the butcher, to keep you entertained while you’re locked in one of his houses 😕

nsfw headcannons 18+, minors dni!!

pretty much just filth

- hires hookers on the reg. like he just has an anger that he can’t show at home, so why not pay a woman to take it 😍on the other hand he’s probably killed multiple of them, couldn’t help himself

- probably wouldn’t kill you. would threaten you with the idea just to scare you, but he wouldn’t. he loves you, he needs you.

- you’re his and only his!! say hello to your new home (one of the houses he bought solely for the purpose of secretly keeping someone I mean you there)😜😜!!

- d word. you have to call him that he won’t accept anything else sorry!! he has control, like i said you belong to him

- brat!tamer through and through!!

- manhandles you he will throw you around on the bed no problem. flipping you on to your back, stomach, what not, moving you if the position you’re in isn’t quite up to his standards, he will move you with FORCE. you’re his toy and let’s be real you’re okay with that

- if youre annoying him he will grab you, throw you on the bed, hold you down, tie your wrists and ankles together, and a scarf is shoved in your mouth and tied harshly behind your head, and he’ll just leave you there. “be quiet,” he slams the door. he can hear your muffled cries from down the hall, but you were distracting him from his work so what other choice did he have than to punish you 🥴

- he’ll come back when he’s done working, could be hours later. he opens the door and you’re laying on the bed, eyes slowly falling shut above your tear streaked cheeks. he comes over and sits on the edge of the bed, leaning over to stroke your cheek with his thumb. your eyes flutter open, a small whimper escaping from around the scarf. “i hope you’ve learned your lesson. about distracting me while i work. now should i leave you here for, let’s say, another few hours, or are you going to be a good girl?” you sniffle and nod your head, he smiles and reaches out to pull the scarf down. he makes quick work of releasing your ties, caressing the chaffed marks left on your skin. “im sorry..” you start, your voice small. you sit on the edge of the bed and rub your wrists, refusing to look up at him - you’re almost embarrassed. “I wasn’t trying to upset you.” you hear him smooth out the bedspread behind you. “hey,” he stands in front of you now, holding your chin between his pointer finger and thumb, forcing you to look up at him. “it’s okay. but i need to be able to do my work if i want to keep us safe. you want to stay here with me, don’t you?” you nod, and he pulls you up to your feet. “there she is. let me finish up and then I’ll be in bed soon.” he kisses your forehead and you climb in bed sksjjdndbb

- aftercare is blessed! he’s sweet when he should be - he’ll spread your legs, lift them, do whatever to clean you up with a wet towel. it’s very intricate, he doesn’t miss a spot. hell come with a glass of water, which he holds to your lips for you to sip because he made your body JELLY and you really can’t move. he’ll get in bed and pull you onto his lap so you’re laying on him, legs hiked up on both sides of him. your arms are around his neck, and his hands rest comfortably on your torso. “you took your punishment so well. you’re such a good girl for me.” he’d whisper into your hair and then night night

- he is a serious dom, but there is a mommy kink in there somewhere. he just wants to be held and seen, things he never felt with his real mom. so sometimes you’ll take the reigns..he’s never been harder than when you call him your good boy 😩 and when you hold him?? stroke his hair, he is sat. the “maternal figure” tactic didn’t work on him when Lady Raven tried it, but it would work for you

- loves to hit it from behind. he likes being able to grip your waist so hard it bruises, wrap his hand around your neck to steady himself, grab a fistful of your hair to make you look back at him.

[cxrrodedcoffin]

❀ 𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 ❀

Kinktober fic 3: Cooper Abbott ❀ Kidnapping/Gunplay/CNC

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a very special thank you to @xxbimbobunnyxx for the chat sesh that inspired many of the special little details in this, love you dolly!! ♡ 𐙚 ‧₊˚

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𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞-𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐬, 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐦 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐝𝐮𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 “𝐧𝐨” (𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝), 𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐝𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 “𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝” 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐈𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐮𝐩𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞.

Cooper had a soft spot for you, he always had, from the first day he saw you walking past the fire station on your way home. He’d become obsessed, learning your daily routine, your work schedule, what days you liked to go out with your friends. He’d stay out all hours of the night to watch you through the window of your apartment. He loved that you were a night owl, staying up late to dance around your bedroom, watching movies late into the night, even putting on a show for him every time you got new clothes, flashing him your pretty breasts and perfect ass without even knowing it, because you always kept your blinds open, silly girl.

He spent weeks buying things to match the decor he saw around your apartment, pretty pink curtains to put over the small basement windows, a blanket with little bunny motifs all over it, ruffled satin pillow cases just like the ones you had on your bed, even going from pet store to pet store to find a dog bed large enough to comfortably fit you so you wouldn’t have to sleep on the hard concrete like the rest of his victims. You weren't a temporary thrill the way the others had been, no, he planned on keeping you forever.

You were so sweet, so innocent, so full of life. On Halloween night, when you bounded down the stairs of your apartment building dressed as the cutest little bunny he’d ever seen in a white and pink babydoll dress, thigh high stockings, and pink platform heels with fluffy ears and a tail to match, he knew it was the night. While you were out with your friends, doing shot after shot, Cooper was persuading your landlord with his fireman’s badge to let him into your apartment to check for a gas leak. Once inside he perused your belongings, admiring your delicate eye for decorating before gathering some of your clothing and shoving them into his duffle bag, being sure to grab your stuffed bunny off of your bed before giving your landlord the okay and returning to his vehicle parked across the street.

He waited, watching the passersby until he saw you stumbling alone down the sidewalk, almost tripping in your heels as you braced yourself against a lamp post. He slipped from the car, jogging across the street to offer you a helping hand, his heart racing at the way you smiled up at him and giggled a drunken “You’re hot.” against his shoulder as you fell into him. He almost felt bad, placing the chloroform soaked rag over your mouth. But the way your eyes fluttered so sweetly to sleep shook all of that away, knowing you were meant to be his.

You fought him for a while, kicking and scratching and even biting him the one time he’d tried to brush your hair away from your face that first week of captivity. You resisted him as much as you could, spending every moment you had alone those first few weeks searching for ways to escape, but the more time you had alone with your thoughts, the more you started to believe that life with Cooper wouldn’t be too bad.

He was kind to you, attentive, making sure you ate the food he prepared for you, always taking a bite first to show you it was safe. He brought you books to read while he was away, turned on a mix cd of your favorite songs he’d studied your spotify account for weeks to perfectly curate. He gave you your privacy when you showered, providing you with the hair and bath products you used before he’d taken you, he brushed your hair out, letting you use your heat tools to style it and do your makeup to make you feel more like your usual self under his supervision to be sure you wouldn’t hurt yourself.

He didn’t try to touch you before you were ready, waiting for the day you made the first move, when he knelt down beside you to give you your dinner and you leaned in to kiss him, just a soft peck on the cheek to start. He was handsome, even drunk you knew it that first night, and watching him haul his laundry up and down the stairs each week, arms flexed with his grip, your carnal needs were growing stronger. You wanted him, needed to know if the size of his member matched his staggering height, and as the months went by, you grew more wanton.

Cooper felt like he could’ve had a heart attack the day he opened the surveillance stream on his phone to find you sprawled across your bed, legs spread and dainty fingers pumping in and out of your wet heat, your other hand rubbing quick circles over your swollen clit as you let out the softest, neediest whimpers he’d ever heard. He had to excuse himself to the bathroom at work, making sure his headphones were in to hear you when you came, his fist pumping his cock furiously over the toilet as he watched you fuck yourself desperately, your nose scrunched adorably with the way you concentrated on your movements. When you came, Cooper groaned so loud he knew he’d have to come up with an excuse when he walked out, because what left your mouth made his head spin. You didn’t just moan, you cried out “Daddy!” clear as day.

That was the beginning of him testing the waters, letting his hand linger on you a little longer each time, feeling your skin heat up beneath his touch, until the day you said so sweetly he felt he could’ve died right there, “I-I need help.” and finally asked him to touch you. You trembled underneath him, body on fire with every skirt of his fingers over your skin until they reached your most sensitive areas, rubbing expertly over your clit as his free hand pushed your shirt up over your chest, his mouth finding one of your nipples and gently sucking until you were arching into him, the dual stimulation too much for your touch starved body. You came embarrassingly quickly, clinging to him like you might fall to pieces if he ever let you go.

Cooper spent the next few months figuring out what exactly made you squirm, going out of his way to be sure he just had to wash the flannel he was currently wearing while loading the washing machine full of his laundry, taking his time undoing each button one by one, watching the way you tried to sneakily look over the top of your book to catch a glimpse of his shirtless physique. When he’d gone back up the basement stairs you shamelessly stared at his back, watching the way his muscles shifted with every step he took. He did everything he could to drive you crazy, your requests for his help in relieving your frustrations growing more and more frequent until it was an almost daily occurrence.

He quickly caught on to what kinds of touch made you react the most, and what he found above all else was that underneath that sweet exterior, you had a strong penchant for pain. He’d dig his fingers into you when he went down on you, nails biting into the plush of your thighs until you bruised, your cries of pleasure louder when he pressed down on them. You arched your back the first time you let him sink his thick cock into you, exposing your delicate neck and silently begging for him to wrap his hand around it until he took the hint, squeezing gently as he looked into your eyes, something sparking behind them with the breathy gasp that left your parted lips.

“Little bunny, you like when daddy hurts you, don’t you?” He taunted, watching your eyes light up at the given name, your heart soaring as you finally had names for your dynamic, nodding eagerly as much as you could with his hand around your throat and his hips still slamming into yours.

You became more obedient over time, subconsciously waiting for the rumble of his truck in the driveway when he arrived home from work, your heart racing in anticipation every time you heard it. You found yourself fixing your hair, trying on what different outfit combinations you could make with the few pieces Cooper had managed to take from your apartment, spraying your perfume right before you knew he’d come down the stairs, doing everything you could within your confines to be as appealing to him as possible. Little did you know that he found you appealing in all forms, but seeing you put in that extra effort for him, doing your best to please him, brought him a level of satisfaction he’d never experienced before. You took pride in being his perfect little basement bunny, and he took pride in being your daddy.

You were made for him, had to be, he was sure of it. You were perfect, so willing to adapt, open to letting him play your body like a violin every chance he got. Fucking you was like the sweetest sonata with the way your cunt cradled his cock so perfectly, responding to his every movement the way an instrument does to those of a classically trained musician, walls pulsing rhythmically around him every single time you invited him into your orchestral harmony.

He hardly thought it could get any better until the day he came down the stairs with his handgun holster still attached to his belt, barely even giving a second thought to it as he walked quietly across the concrete floor, watching you snooze peacefully in your little nest of fluffy baby pink blankets and pillows.

“How’s my little bunny feeling?” Cooper’s gentle voice and soft caressing hand against your cheek woke you from your slumber, the cold emanating off the concrete basement wall prompting you to pull your plush blanket tighter around your scantily clad frame, only a baby pink tank, white frilly shorts, and your fuzzy white bunny socks to keep you warm.

“M’okay daddy, just a little cold.” You replied softly as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes, your view of his strong build becoming more clear. He dropped into a squat next to your bed and cupped your chin in his hand, bringing your gaze to his.

“I’ve got another blanket and some sweaters I picked out just for you coming in the mail sweetheart, do you think you can wait a couple more days?” You looked up at him, nodding and stuttering out a “Yes daddy.” through chattering teeth, your body shivering as you sat up and the blanket slipped from your shoulders.

“If you’re a good girl, Daddy might just let you sleep in his bed upstairs tonight, would you like that?” He caressed your cheek, watching as you nuzzled into his touch and nodded eagerly. He smoothed your hair away from your face, your eyes wandering down his chest to his waist before stopping on an unfamiliar sight.

Your eyes went wide when you caught a glimpse of the gun on his hip. He saw it, that same spark behind your eyes he’d seen the first time he choked you, and he couldn’t resist the urge to press the issue as you continued to stare at the weapon.

“Do you want to see it?” His tone was one that would typically be used to address a curious child, knowing how much you liked the condescension. You nodded hesitantly, eyes fixated on it when he carefully withdrew the firearm from the holster. He turned it over in his hand, letting you examine it before brushing the slide and barrel against your cheek, making you shudder. “It’s not loaded.” He remarked, watching your shoulders relax, taking that as a sign to push you a little further. He nudged the muzzle against your lips, dragging your bottom lip down with it teasingly before muttering an experimental “Open.”

You obeyed, slowly opening your mouth until Cooper was able to begin to slide the barrel into your mouth, your front teeth just barely grazing over the front sight as it sunk deeper, stopping when the trigger guard bumped against your lower lip.

“Suck.”

You did your best to service the weapon the way you did Cooper’s cock, but the cold metal on your tongue was making it hard to move your tongue smoothly along the slide, your jaw instinctively trying to pull away. You continued sucking, just bobbing your head with hollow cheeks as you looked into his eyes, only a short distance from your face as he stayed down at your level. He loved watching you humiliate yourself just for him, willing to put yourself through all sorts of degrading acts just to see him smile lovingly at you the way you always hoped he would.

He withdrew the weapon, looking over the way your spit shone on the edge of the muzzle and halfway up the barrel. He drew it back, aiming it at your forehead. You trusted him wholeheartedly, but the action still made you tremble in fear, uncertain if he was lying about the gun being empty.

“Roll over, bunny. Ass in the air, now.” Your brain barely registered the order, still too focused on the firearm aimed point blank at your skull.

“Are you going to behave? Or do I need to keep this gun pointed at that dumb little brain of yours until you learn to comply?”

“No, I mean yes! yes daddy, I’ll be a good girl! I’m sorry!” The fear in your voice made Cooper’s cock twitch, steadily straining more and more against the dark denim of his jeans. He laughed in amusement at how quickly you shifted to your hands and knees, adrenaline coursing through your veins as the gun left your line of sight. You waited patiently as he paced behind you, just taking in the sight of your round ass in those tight ruffled shorts before abruptly gripping your hair and pushing your face into the plush of the bed, your back arching down to accommodate the harsh angle.

Next thing you knew there was foreign pressure against the increasingly embarrassing wet spot on the gusset of your shorts, rubbing teasingly against your folds through the thin layer of fabric. You rarely wore underwear anymore, and today was no exception, only your shorts separating you from being penetrated. You pushed back against what you thought was Cooper’s hand until the cool chill of metal grazed your inner thigh, making you whimper in shock. He gripped the waistband of your shorts, yanking them over your ass to gather at the bend of your knees, acting as a makeshift restraint to prevent you from crawling away.

You were exposed, cold air settling on your impossibly wet pussy, only heightening your sensitivity as the metal of the gun prodded at your folds. You shuddered, reaching for your stuffed bunny, hugging it tightly to your chest for comfort as your pussy clenched around nothing, your fear quickly turned into desperation, the necessity to be fucked growing increasingly apparent through your uneasiness. Cooper ran the muzzle through your heat, coating it in your arousal before pushing slowly into you, the gasps of disbelief and pleasure alike echoing from your throat amazing him. He knew you were dark, but he never thought you’d let him go this far.

He thrust the short barrel in and out of the tight ring of muscles right at your entrance, watching you devolve into a mumbling, moaning mess, keeping you perched on the edge of stimulation, not giving you enough to work toward an orgasm but continuing to push the gun in as far as the trigger guard would allow, teasing you until he had you absentmindedly rocking your hips back against it.

Once Cooper decided he‘d had enough of his fun, he removed the weapon from your heat before placing it on the floor and sliding it across the concrete, out of reach from both of you but just barely remaining in your sightline.

He quickly undid the buckle of his belt, shoving his pants and briefs down to free his aching cock, it practically directing itself to your waiting cunt in front of it. You relaxed into the bed beneath you, the heat rising in your body enough to warm you from the frigid cold of the basement as you eagerly waited for Cooper to finally fill you.

“Did you enjoy that, dirty girl?” His voice sounded distant through the blood pooling in your ear drums but you gathered your scattered thoughts enough to whimper a needy “Yes, daddy.” while nodding what little you could with your cheek pressed to the cushion between you and the ground.

“Then that greedy little pussy of yours is going to love this.” He practically growled, stalling with the tip of his cock just inside your entrance for only a moment before pushing forcefully inside of you, your walls spasming at the sudden yet familiar intrusion. His pace was steady but hard, taking his time to draw almost completely out of you before slamming back in, his fingertips gripped tightly into the plush of your hips.

“She’s a needy little thing, just like you, you know. She was gripping the barrel of my gun for dear life, I almost felt bad taking it away from her, but I think she likes my cock even better, don’t you?” He spoke about your cunt as if it had gained sentience, was its own person. Something about it made you feel less than human, and it made the knot in the pit of your tummy tighten even further. You buried your face in the blanket bunched next to you, trying to hide from him despite the way he reached spots inside of you no one else had ever been able to.

“If you’re not gonna speak, I’m gonna have to listen to whatever your sweet little pussy says, think I’ll give her whatever she wants tonight.” He drew his hand back before landing a harsh smack to your ass, drawing a muffled yelp and an extra firm squeeze of your cunt from you as he watched the raised outline of his handprint form on your tender flesh.

“She likes pain, bunny.” He stated matter of fact, his hand snaking under your hip to find your neglected clit, the swollen bundle of nerves finally getting the attention it so desperately needed. Your walls fluttered around him in response to the focused circling of his expertly trained fingers, milking his cock for everything it was worth, your bodies melding together in the most primal way.

“She likes pleasure, too.” He laughed, increasing his pace until he felt the familiar grip of your cunt on the verge of orgasm, pulling him in with every contraction of your walls around him.

“You hear that? She’s telling me she wants me to put a baby in her.” He leaned over your arched back, his words raining down over you like a heavy downpour. You gasped, eyes rolling back at the provocative statement.

“What little bunny? You like that? Want Daddy to pump your little pussy full of cum?” He laughed again, taking great enjoyment in pushing your buttons, your body literally begging for it in every carnal sense.

“N-No, Daddy, please don’t!” You managed to push the blanket you’d been muffling yourself with aside to feign protest, putting up an imaginary fight.

“Your pussy is saying otherwise, bunny. She’s begging me to give her my babies.” His hand slapped at your clit, making you jolt and cry out again, tears slipping past your waterline from the almost overwhelming amount of stimulation.

“No, no, no! I don’t want to get pregnant daddy, please don’t do it!” You sobbed, your head spinning as he hit that soft spot deep inside of you over and over and over, unable to stop yourself from moaning as tears streamed down your hot cheeks.

“Oh listen to you cry, you're just too cute sweetheart, now I’ve gotta knock you up.” He dripped sickeningly sweet condescension through gritted teeth, a low growl sitting at the back of his throat waiting to be set free.

“You’re gonna give daddy a whole litter of baby bunnies.” He groaned, hips slamming against your ass so hard your skin reverberated back against him, your whole body convulsing as it betrayed every thought in your mind, an orgasm stronger than any you’d ever had before coursing through your every nerve ending as a sobbed scream ripped from your tired throat.

You could feel his cum fill you to the brim as he came with an animalistic groan, the warm substance dripping down onto your trembling thighs when he pulled out. You wanted to collapse info the floor but your body wouldn’t let you, still frozen in the aftershocks of your orgasm. You felt Cooper’s large hands on your lower back, gently pushing you to lay flat on your tummy before laying next to you, one arm wrapped around your waist as he looked at you, waiting for you to finally come down.

“Did I do good, daddy?” You asked barely above a whisper, your throat sore. He smiled, brushing a loose lock of hair behind your ear, that tenderness he held for you showing again.

“You did amazing, sweetheart. Let’s get you up to bed, you definitely deserve it.” He rose to his feet, helping you up on shaky legs before guiding you over to and up the steps, his hand remaining glued to your lower back to remind you who was still in control despite his soft spot for you.

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An Exercise in Control - Cooper Adams/Abbott x Fem OC

* Part ? : A Winter's Interlude *

So...I am currently on day 4 of dealing with what I assume to be a cold, and since I'm feeling pretty wretched, and have no one to show me the slightest hint of care IRL, I thought I'd write a little something with Cooper taking care of my OC when she's sick. Slight spoilers, as this takes place after the main story and epilogue. All you need to know if that Delilah has, at this point, found out Cooper is The Butcher, and she is living in her own apartment now. Gif is mine.

CHAPTER 1 CHAPTER 2 CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4 CHAPTER 5 EPILOGUE

(( word count ~ 1,700 ))

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“Hey, man, she's not here today.” Cooper heard the words come out of the bookstore employee's mouth before he registered they were directed at himself, and he swerved around on the spot toward the younger man.

“Excuse me?” he asked, his expression neutral. Cooper had encountered the young man before, and didn't love the fact that he happened to be his girl's co-worker, but he knew he wasn't a threat.

“Delilah? You're lookin' for her, right?” the younger man clarified. “She called in sick.”

“Is that so?” Cooper replied, his hand digging into his pocket for his phone, seeing no missed messages or calls when he checked the screen. Is she was sick, it was news to him.

* * *

“I'm...I'm coming,” a hoarse voice sounded from inside the small studio apartment that Delilah resided in when she wasn't at work, or at Cooper's house. “Sorry, the app isn't updating, I guess,” she croaked as she unbolted the lock, dragging the chain away, and opened the door to a far more familiar face than she expected. “Cooper?” she whimpered, her voice barely recognizable, as she stared up at the looming man, a look on his face she'd never seen so transparently – selfless and full of blatant concern.

“Why didn't you tell me?” The Butcher asked as he began to reach a large hand out, his movements stilling as he was met with a crackling cough.

“It's not a big deal,” she mumbled, continuing to stand in the doorway, grasping the frame and the solid wood, blocking his entrance. “It's just a c-” she began to insist, but another noisy cough cut into her words, and her grip on the door in her grasp weakened, Cooper taking the opportunity to infiltrate the diminutive apartment. “It's just a cold,” she insisted as she pressed her body weight against the door, shoving it closed again after her failure to keep her boyfriend out of her living space.

“I don't care if it's just a cold. You should have told me,” he insisted, his tone commanding, as he glanced over his surroundings. He'd spent more hours in the little apartment than he could count, but he'd never seen it so disheveled. Looking back to his paramour, he realized he'd never seen her quite so disheveled either, as least not under circumstances that didn't involve himself, and his seductive control over her. Sex was the last thing on his mind, however, as he looked her over. “Baby, you should have told me,” he spoke again, his voice far softer as he strode the short distance between them and pulled her into his jacket-covered arms before she could vocally protest.

“Cooper, sto-” Delilah began, but another round of rattling coughs escaped, her face warm, her eyes glistening when he pulled away just enough to peer down at her. “I don't...I don't wanna get you sick, too,” she rasped, but The Butcher was having none of that.

“I'm not worried about getting sick,” he insisted, his eyes darting back to the door at the sudden sound of knocking.

“It's my delivery,” she mumbled as he abandoned his hold on her to return to the door, opening it to find a stranger holding bags of food.

* * *

Cooper took control of the situation, despite Delilah's protests, instructing her to get in the shower while he set to work, shuffling through her collection of medicines, and ordering up various caplets and cough syrups for another delivery. Making a quick sweep of the apartment, he gathered up used tissue boxes and overflowing bags of their previous contents, freezing for a moment every time he heard a series of coughs sound from the bathroom. By the time he stepped into the steam-filled room, Delilah had given up on standing, and he found her instead sitting in the middle of the tub with the hot water pulsing against her bare back.

“Cooper, I'm serious, I don't w-” she began to protest again when he pushed the door closed behind himself, watched as he began to strip off his security guard uniform, fold it up and set it on the corner of the sink.

“I told you,” he retorted as he stripped down to nothing, and shoved aside the translucent curtain to reveal the equally nude young woman inside. “I'm not worried about me getting sick...now, stand up, sweetheart, let's get you clean.” Cooper stepped into the shower and grasped her hands for leverage, caught her against his body when her feet nearly gave way below her, and felt her warm, wet frame collapse against his.

“Cooper...” she murmured as he set about cleansing her, applying shampoo to her hair and working it through as her hands clung to his shoulders, head handing forward, staring at their feet. Every part of him really was so much bigger than her equivalent.

“It's okay,” he answered, gripping the detachable shower head to rinse her hair clean. He repeated the process to re-shampoo, condition, and cleanse her body, his actions thorough but surprisingly chaste. “We'll have to do this again when you're feeling better,” he quipped, grasping her carefully by her waist and turning her around to rinse the suds away. She nodded slowly, content to simply stand in the moist heat and feel his hands on her. Delilah was visibly disappointed when he finally turned the water off. “We can't stand in here forever, sweetheart. Your hot water is already running low,” he noted, and she nodded but spoke no words. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes watering as he began to towel her off, and Cooper felt her arms wrap around his waist when he worked his way back up to towel at her hair. Despite the seriousness of their predicament, his cock began to twitch to life at the press of her nude body against his, and he let out a sigh.

“I must not look that bad,” she mumbled, lying her temple against his chest, his strong arms wrapping about her and holding her even closer.

“Of course not,” he whispered as he rested his chin lightly against her crown. “But you sound miserable, baby.”

“I feel miserable,” she confirmed, closing her eyes, the fatigue of her body and mind making her even more compliant to his wishes than usual. A knock at the door, however, drew them both out of their moment of peace. “What's that?” she mumbled softly, before a cough took hold of her once more.

“Medicine,” Cooper stated, and her eyes were even more bleary as she looked up at him. “You can't expect to get better on nothing but soup and expired cough syrup.” She could do little but nod in defeat.

“Sorry,” she whispered, and he shook his head slightly, lifting the towel back up to place it over her damp hair, massaging gently.

“Don't be sorry, baby,” Cooper uttered as he tended to her. “Just...let me know, next time. There's no point in you suffering alone when I'm a text away,” he continued.

“I'm just-” another cough cut her off, and Cooper placed a palm against the middle of her shoulder blades, feeling her rattle against him. “I'm just not used to asking for help.”

“I'm aware,” he murmured, and she glanced back up at him, a weak smile on her lips. “But you've gotten used to a lot of things, lately, right?” She nodded, and he continued. “And this is no different. I want you to come to me when you need me...not hide away because...why were you hiding this from me, anyway?” Cooper asked suddenly. “I know it's not just you thinking you don't need help.”

Before she could answer, Delilah let out a noisy sneeze, closing her eyes tight, covering her face with her hands as Cooper ripped off some toilet paper and pressed it into her palm. “This,” she mumbled before blowing her nose into the paper, hearing the sound of her congestion in her chest and behind her ears. “I didn't want you to see me, you know...gross,” she admitted. Cooper stepped back as Delilah padded around to drop the used paper into the wastebasket, and she was surprised to see a serene smile on Cooper's lips when she glanced back at him. “What?”

“Baby, you're not gross. You're adorable-”

“No, I'm not-”

“Yes, you are...even when you're a mucus-y mess,” his smile broadened when her face flushed more, shaking her head and turning away from him to grab another towel, hanging from the curtain rod.

* * *

The sun had begun to set by the time the couple reemerged from the bathroom, and Cooper collected the delivered bag of medicines from outside, as Delilah dressed herself in the set of pajamas her Butcher boyfriend had laid out for her. Re-heated chicken noodle soup followed, along with a cap of revolting cough syrup, and promises that the flavor was worth the results. By the time the sky had darkened into inky black, the couple found themselves cuddled up on Delilah's bed, oversized soup bowl in hand, watched a short-lived television series she'd seen a dozen times over, neither occupant invested much in what played on the laptop screen.

Tissues were massacred unendingly by Delilah's nose, but the congested coughs became less frequent to her relief from the hideous cap of medicated liquid. Her throat scratchy, and made worse from talking, Delilah became mostly silent as she lay against the heat of Cooper's chest, his large hands grazing over her thighs and arms for comfort. Despite Delilah's concern over passing her sickness on to him, he had budged not an inch in his resolve, content to simply hold her.

“Are you staying the night?” she murmured against his cotton shirt, her breath coming out in warm puffs against the fabric.

“Of course...are you going to take care of me when I get sick with whatever you have?” Cooper whispered as his hands continued to stroke her limbs, Delilah tilting her head to gaze up at him, and the calm comfort of his features.

“Of course.”

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being the butcher's basement baby

"I'm in control. Of everything. When you eat, when you drink, when you breathe air, when you get fucked. All of it."

"If you behave, you'll be rewarded, but fail to do anything I say and there'll be consequences. Do you understand?"