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Also guys this is why isabel larosa made the song called older.

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→ premise: sometimes logan’s age showed more than it normally would and so just once you called him an old man, affectionally of course. Well he was determined to show you he wasn’t one.

→ pairing: logan howlett x fem!reader

→ warnings: smut | 18+, nicknames [baby, sweet girl, princess], daddy kink, both reader and logan use old man as a nickname, oral [f receiving], unprotected sex, established relationship, slight overstimulation.

→ a/n: the pictures/moodborad above are purely for vibes :) you can imagine any logan pretty much for this fic i think. this is mt first time writing logan so sorry if hes out of character and sorry for any mistakes this was written and proof read at 1am.

Logan wasn’t the type of man to be insecure about his age, his body and face didn’t necessarily show it like how it did on others obviously. He was well aware he was way older than you, he was much older than most people. His age showed more with his taste in music and movies, even in some of the outdated slang he frequently used.

You were currently laid up in your shared bed with Logan. You loved being curled up in his lap, your head resting on his chest cuddled up against him. A cigar nestled between Logan's lips, him periodically puffing out smoke. One of his arms lazily resting over your body holding you against him. An older movie was playing on the tv in the background, the volume was high enough for you to hear it, however you could hardly pay attention. Your mind was too lost in how domestic and old timey it all was, the feeling making your heart flutter.

“You know this was my favorite movie, well one of 'em used to watch it all the time” Logan's gruff voice breaks you from your train of thought.

You look up at your boyfriend and smile softly, his gaze fixated on the black and white images flashing across the screen. You chuckle softly and reach up towards his neck to thread your fingers through the hair at the base of his skull. An action that Logan has come to love and even crave on the days when life gets just a little too much.

“You're such an old man” your voice breaks his focus , it was teasing and full of affection as you said it. Logan could clearly hear it, and your statement was correct and didn't bother him, however he couldn't help the little plan forming in his head to mess with you. Shaking your head lightly you turn your attention back on the television.

“Ya’ wanna say that again sweet girl?” He leans his head down, all his attention now glued to you. His words came out almost mockingly instantly making your gaze snap back up to him. He grabs ahold of your chin so that your focus and your eyes stay on him. You knew that teasing tone of voice like the back of your hand by now and what it meant. It made the flutter in your heart drop to your stomach, his arm that was wrapped around your body tightens. You can feel him starting to grow harder against your thigh, making you squirm a bit in his grasp. You swallow hard, your voice suddenly caught in your throat. Logan watches as your pupils dilate and that sweet smell that he's become addicted to fills his nose, giving away your own growing arousal.

“Cause i'm thinkin’ you just called me old princess” He cocks his head to the side in a teasing manner, his lips breaking out in a smirk. Still not being able to find your words you shake your head ‘no’ causing him to chuckle deeply. “No? cause i think ya’ did baby, yeah i think you called me an old man” His words come out in almost a growl as he leans forward, pushing you down on your back. His body now perfectly nestled between your legs as he hovers over you, pinning you down with his weight. His large rough hands holding onto your hips, one slowly drifting and pushing up the t-shirt you had on. A t-shirt that looked an awful lot like the one he's been looking for all week.

“Maybe i did.. but you are an actual old man Logan, you’re much older than me baby” Finally finding your voice you attempt to explain yourself, though you knew he wasn't actually upset by your comment. His strained cock pressed against your clothed cunt being more than an indication of that. Your damp panties and his jeans doing nothing to stop him from feeling the way your pussy was throbbing already from his teasing.

“Yea? Well ima show you just what this old man can do huh” He questioned, barely giving you a moment to answer. Wasting no time he has your shirt pushed up revealing your bare tits and his other hand pulling your panties down your legs. Sliding down your body and the bed he slowly kisses down your exposed chest and stomach until his head has made it between your spread thighs. “Logan..” you whine softly, your eyes glued to his every move as you grow more impatient. A rush of cold air hits your lower half when he finally rids you of your soaked underwear.

That damn smirk not wavering from his face as he grabs ahold of your thighs and nearly growls when his tongue finally laps at your pussy. “Fuck i dont think i’ll ever get over just how fuckin’ good you taste baby” his words come out a bit mumbled as his face is buried between your folds. “Lo..” you whine in embarrassment at his statement. Your slick had coated his face in seconds, though it was clear he could care less, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking. Even biting the nub softly causing your hips to buck up against his face, his scruffy facial hair rubbing your inner thighs. He groans against you and grips your legs tighter pulling you closer to his mouth.

“Daddy…fuck!” You gasp softly and moan at the sensation and tighten your thighs around his head, Logan's favorite thing was to feel your plush thighs squeeze his head. His adamantium skull being able to take the pressure. You can feel him smile against you at both the name and the action. “Atta girl, princess. Such a good girl for ya’ old man” he praises, his deep voice vibrating through your body.

Letting your clit go Logan pulls away for a moment, dropping his grip on one of your thighs as well to bring his hand and spread apart your lips. Leaning his head back a bit he spits on your pussy, his saliva sliding down to your throbbing hole. “Fuck she always looks so pretty sweet girl” he hums in approaval and admiration at your pussy. His eyes finally lift back up to your face, he takes note of your already blissed out look. “No cuming til I tell you baby, ya’ got it?” He questions, a small smile on his face that was covered in you.

“Yes daddy” you whine, your voice coming out a bit soft as you were taking the time he was giving you to catch your breath.

With a small smack to the side of your ass he dives his head back down, sticking his tongue out flat and licking a strip up the center of your cunt. Growling and burying his face between your legs again he laps and sucks at your clit and folds. Your hips having a mind of their own buck up against his mouth, nearly riding his face. His hips rutting up against the bed of their own accord as well, his precum now leaking through his boxers a bit. His cock straining against his jeans as wonton moans and whimpers leave your lips. Your eyes screwing shut in pleasure as his tongue every now and then pushes inside you and his nose nudges your swollen nub.

You could feel your climax quickly approaching, pushing your fingers through Logan's signature tufts of hair and pulling his face closer. “Fuck- Lo…Daddy please” you moan out pleading with your boyfriend to let you cum. He squeezed your thigh and groaned roughly against you, you knew that was his way of saying ‘not yet’. You whine and tug harder on his hair causing him to let out a small muffled moan. He pulls his face away a bit and with his hand that wasn't squeezing your leg he slips two fingers through your lips, collecting his spit and your slick together. Continuing his attack on your nearly now oversensitive clit he slides his thick soaked fingers inside you stretching you slowly. The rough pads of them instantly finding that spot deep inside you.

“Daddy I don't- uh shit! I don't know how much longer I can hold on, please Logannn!” You moan and whine out his name as your hips thrust back against his skilled fingers and rut against his face. Your high teetering on the edge as you try your hardest to hold it back. “Cum baby, cum on daddy's face princess” he commands and in an instant your body responds and allows your climax to hit you head on.

A string of curses leave Logan's lips as he laps at your cum as it leaks out of you, broken whines and small moans leave yours as he draws out your climax a bit longer. Finally emerging from between your legs, his lips swollen and pink, the whole lower half of his face covered in yours and his combined mess. Heat floods your face a bit at the sight, though your boyfriends still got that smirk glued to his pretty face. The dynamic of you being nearly entirely naked and him still entirely clothed caused an ache to settle back in your core as if Logan hadn’t just made you cum.

He makes his way bad up your body, quickly pulling off his shirt as well as finally pulling yours up and over your head, definitely leaving you entirely naked now. Leaning down, pressing his crotch right up against yours, his clothed bulging cock nudging open your wet and sticky folds. His lips hover over yours as his hand slides up your side, the other brushing over your breast before it’s wrapped around your neck and pinning you back against the bed. He squeezes your neck softly making you let out a whimper.

“You were saying baby?” His voice comes out deep and a bit hoarse as he questions your previous comment again. “Not callin’ me an old man now are ya’ sweet girl, noo cause you cant even talk” he mocks, a small smile on his face as he rocks his hips up against your pussy, the rough material of his jeans stimulating your abused bundle of nerves setting it off again. Your slick creates a wet spot on his jeans the more he grinds his dick against you.

“Won’t do it again i swear daddy, you're not an old man” you whimper softly as your hands grab at his arms and hands, your fingers rubbing at his knuckles where his claws rip through the skin. When his fly zipper brushes your clit you let out a short moan and move to grab at the waist of his jeans tugging, trying to get him to take them off. Tears lightly coat your eyelashes as you bat them at Logan. He scoffs softly and shakes his head at you as he lets go of your neck to undo his belt and the buttons to his jeans, pulling off his belt and jeans. You watch with a sparkle of excitement in your eyes, your chest heaving in impatience, hands wandering his body and rubbing over his muscly arms and board chest. He tugs his boxers down his thighs as he grabs your legs, wrapping your thighs around his waist. His tip leaking precum is redden and twitching as he rubs it through your lips before pushing at your hole.

“Come on princess, apologize for it” he goes painfully slow as he pushes inside you. “Apologize nicely for calling daddy an old man” he grins and brings his hand up to your boob, brushing his rough thumb over your nipple. You gasp softly and whine, wiggling your hips both in protest and to try and get him inside you faster.

Realizing he won't keep going further til you apologize, you give in. Pulling him down and closer, you wrap your arms around his neck and look into his eyes. “I'm really sorry for calling you an old man Lo, i didn't mean it i promise. You're not an old man daddy” you whine and brush your lips softly against his. “Oh fuck, you’re so sweet on me baby i love it” he growls and thrusts inside you hard as his lips crash against yours. You moan out loudly the sound muffled in Logan's mouth as his hips snap against yours. His cock thrusting deep inside you, hitting that spongy spot making your brain go foggy. Kissing you hard and passionately as his hands roam your body not being able to stop himself from touching you everywhere, you're all his anyway.

“My sweet, sweet princess, takin’ it so good from your old man huh?” He groans and presses his forehead against yours as your hips bounce off his. All you can do is frantically nod and mumble and whine about how good he feels and say yes daddy. Your nails digging into his back and running through his hair.

Logan may be an old man but he was your old man and definitely didnt fuck like one. He knew how to keep up with his sweet little young girlfriend.

→ a/n: hope you enjoyed my loves, PLEASE SEND ME LOGAN REQUESTS< MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN AND IM CURRENTLY OBESSED WITH THIS MAN

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Psychoanalyze

Cooper Adams/Abbott x therapist!fem reader

Serial killer the Butcher is in your house. You have to use your training to keep yourself from becoming his next victim. But he has a surprising reaction to your survival tactic.

Gif credit belongs to @billy-crudup

Warnings! A lot. Talks of his crimes! Reader is a behavioral therapist at a hospital! Manipulation! Switch! Cooper! But he submissive at first. Mommy kink but only used once! Reader is vaguely described to be midsize range. Praise, Degrading, oral fem receiving, fingering, face slapping, spitting, scratching, hair pulling, unprotected sex, choking, stomach bulge. Cum eating? Filthy talk tbh. They’re both fucked up. Reader is dominated second half of fic. Finger sucking.

“Make sure to keep your doors locked, Mom. Set the alarm too.” You instruct your worried mother over the phone. You gave her a step by step reminder on how to alert the alarm just using her app.

You sighed and hung up after a few minutes. You saw the news earlier, reading the headline about Cooper being the Butcher. It made you feel cold and empty. Being a counselor, you are trained to study human behavior. He also happened to work close to you.

Still early in your career, you were working in the behavioral unit at the local hospital. The fire department was always called during emergencies and you saw him on a regular basis.

One afternoon, during a particularly chaotic shift, you had talked down a violent patient who had gotten a hold of a nurse.

Cooper watched you the whole time with a dark expression on his face and it made you feel on edge. He gave you a feeling that beneath his friendly, pep in his step, easy going act that there was something else. Something he hid away.

Turns out, it was worse than you could have imagined. Bodies, dismemberment and a seven year long manhunt over the man who’d vowed to save lives.

You finished chewing a piece of candy, tossing the trash in the garbage and turned around. You immediately covered your mouth as a gasp escaped you, losing your balance as your lower back hit the counter painfully.

Cooper was sitting at your table, tense and his hand was inches away from a knife. His plaid shirt was unbuttoned at the top. You swallowed back the urge to sprint, knowing he’d lunge at you and enjoy the fear.

“How did you get in?” You asked simply, straightening your spine.

“I have a key.” He answered in the same casual tone. You nodded and turned your head but Cooper cleared his throat. “I wouldn’t consider that. By the time you grab something or try and run, it’ll be too late.”

You weighed your options. Cooper was a very big man. Strong and stealthy. More than you anticipated. You could try anyway, use speed to your advantage but instead you tried another tactic.

“Cooper, if you leave and don’t hurt me, I won’t call the police for an hour. Giving you a good head start.”

“I like your confidence.” Cooper’s compliment sent shivers across your body and you clenched your fingers into a fist. The tension in the air was thick and he leaned forward.

“I would appreciate it if you sat down.” Although the statement was polite, you knew he wasn’t really asking. He was commanding you.

You eased yourself down onto the chair, your muscles flexing and he grazed his fingers along the knife handle. Cooper inhaled deeply and extended his hand.

“May I have your phone? I’d rather not take it from you.”

You gave him your device, making sure the screen was still locked and he tucked it in his pocket.

“You perplex me.” He tells you, making your eyebrows draw together. “Normally, I see someone who thinks they’re whole and I get the urge to tear them apart.” Cooper savors those last words, as if speaking them could make him relive his crimes. “But with you, I get the feeling that you don’t actually have things together. That it’s all an act.”

You were terrified. Every single nerve in your body was telling you to run away but Cooper’s dark eyes implored yours. Keeping you still and he set a firm palm on your arm. His touch was warm and you flinched.

“I want you to try and understand me. Watching you work is like watching…artwork.” He humorlessly laughed and your bottom lip quivered.

You searched your brain for any memory of what the news said about the Butcher. Organized offender, terrible relationship with his mother, position of authority. It was one thing to hear these things versus having a patient with these traits.

“I think you do really love your kids.” That you did know. You saw their picture as the background of his phone. The only sign of humanity showed when he talked about his children. Cooper gave you a small smirk.

“You…you want to be accepted for who you are. You want to be told that you’re enough. That you’re lovable.” You were grasping at straws but trying to sound collected.

Cooper looked away and you knew that hit a nerve. “You want someone to take care of you.” You continued and moved forward. “Am I on the right track?” He jerked his head in a nod.

“You’re a good boy and you can keep being one. If you just do the right thing and don’t hurt me.” You whispered, setting your hands on his knees. This was incredibly stupid and risky but Cooper blinked rapidly.

“I’m not going to hurt you anymore, Cooper. I promise. Just promise me that you’ll be a good boy?”

Your question went unanswered as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You yelped, your legs dangling as he carried you to the bedroom. Normally, you hated the idea of someone picking you up but Cooper easily hauled you on the bed. You landed in a heap on your back. You climbed on your elbows, watching him remove his shirt in the dim lighting.

His mountain sized form shook as he crawled on top of you. Cooper kept his weight from crushing you and you sighed in disbelief as he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck.

The fact that a serial killer was in your bedroom, breathing against your skin shirtless made you half wonder if this was a dream. But your body was betraying you. Your senses were leaving as Cooper’s full lips pressed against your pulse point.

Your legs instinctively widened and he settled further in between them. His thick thighs covered in jeans rubbing against you. You had on pajama shorts, exposing your curves and he ran his hand down until it settled on your hip.

Cooper gave it a steady squeeze as his tongue darted out, tasting your skin and he groaned. Your nipples were hardening inside your hoodie and you ached to touch him but held yourself back. This was wrong, this was so incredibly wrong!

“Let me worship you,” He grunted and peppered kisses down your chest. Cooper tugged down the zipper of your shirt, exposing your tits and he took a nipple in his mouth.

His teeth grazed the bud and you whined. Back arching and he started sucking hard enough to leave marks. You hadn’t been fucked in a while, too busy with your job to spend time with anyone but Cooper’s desperate noises made your core pulse.

“Such pretty tits, you taste so good. I can’t wait to sample how sweet you are,” Cooper peeled off your shorts and underwear. You saw him slide them into his pocket before he distracted you with his mouth traveling down your stomach.

His hands were heavy and firm. Laced with age and calluses but he did have a gentleness that prevented unpleasant pain. Instead of pushing your legs as wide as possible, Cooper held your knees. Keeping your thighs high and you couldn’t squirm away.

All your thoughts merged together and seemed into the present moment. You didn’t think about how dangerous he was or that he broke into your house.

“You’re being such a good boy,” You whimpered and Cooper released a guttural moan. He hungrily sucked your clit, making you cry out and bury your hands in his hair.

The silky strands between your fingers were the only way you could ground yourself as he spit and licked up after himself. Your pussy clenched around his tongue and your entire body burned. Cooper wasn’t tentative at all like the other men you’d been with. He buried his entire face, his nose hitting your center and he humped the bed. You knew he wasn’t just eating you out for your pleasure, it was for his own too. You could barely breathe from the pressure in your stomach and lungs as he held your knees tighter.

Your ass was almost off the mattress as Cooper devoured your cunt. His large size gave you a small reality check that he could easily kill you. You shrieked when you released one leg and pressed two girthy fingers inside you. He was able to reach the deepest spot, curling them and making your mouth hang open. It was enough that your climax was scratching the surface. Cooper’s intensity increased and he added another finger as he messily licked your clit.

An explosion hit you, making you let out an embarrassingly loud wail and your free leg clamped around his head. Your cum gave him more slickness as Cooper continued fingering you through it. His lips hovered above your pussy, pressing open mouth kisses against your lower stomach.

Even in the low lighting, you could see the black lust in his gaze as he lifted up. Sticky arousal coated the entire lower half of his face.

“Did that feel good, mommy?” His voice was croaky, almost like he was going to cry and you moaned. You undid his belt, furiously pulling down his pants and boxers.

Your leg hoisted around his waist and you pushed him onto his back. Cooper threw his head back as you situated yourself on top. His dick was big, throbbing as you lined yourself and sank down. He huffed and you laced your fingers with his.

You started rocking, sweat gathering on your skin but he only remained pinned down for a few seconds. He sat up, cupping the back of your head and crushed your lips together. The kiss wasn’t romantic. It was harsh, brutal and bordering on rage.

Your nails raked down his arms, making him growl against your mouth and he pulled your lower lip with his teeth. You gripped his cheeks, spitting in his mouth and then you slapped him.

Cooper looked animalistic as he drove his hips harder into you. It felt like you were going to split open, like it wasn’t going to fit all the way.

“Pathetic little boy,” You hit him again, this time on the other side. “You like that? Like being punished?” Your words were filled with venom and he was trembling so hard it was difficult to keep fucking him.

Cooper’s release hit him violently and he made noises that almost brought you to a second orgasm. Cum seeped in your pussy and your cunt hurt from how turned on you were. He sputtered and groaned. His arms were crushing you but you enjoyed the discomfort.

Whatever submission he had, it vanished as he flipped you over. Cooper’s hand shoved your face down into the pillow as he maneuvered your ass up.

You panted as he sharply slapped your ass, his tip rubbing against your slit. Drool pooled out of your mouth and Cooper pinned your dominant arm behind your back.

“You think you’ve beaten me? By making me bust my load that quickly?” He slammed into you balls deep and it hurt enough to make tears spring. Feeling you recoil inward, he massaged your clit and made you let out a pornographic sound.

“Sweetheart, you’re going to be nothing but a cum slut for me. I’m gonna make it drip out of you,” He thrusted hard, making the bed move and you bit down on the material of the pillow.

“You’re fucking helpless. You get that? I could hurt you and you couldn’t stop it.” He laughed, a crazed noise that horrified you. But his dick kept you from acting like a rational person.

“I was going to make you my victim but now you’re gonna be my whore.” Cooper’s filthy words made you choke on a sob as you came on his cock.

He didn’t let you stay in that position, merely tossing you on your back and shoving his dick in. But he did allow you to touch him, claw at his back and wrap your legs around him. Cooper locked his hand around your throat and you were rendered entirely at his mercy.

His frame caged you in and he pressed on your stomach with his other palm.

“Cream on my dick. Your pussy is so goddamn tight, I can feel it like this,” You were delirious and he tapped your cheek with two fingers. “Awww, what’s wrong, princess? Cock so good you went stupid on me?”

His mocking was followed by his seed gushing into you. Cooper rode out his orgasm and pulled out. He jerked himself off, covering your stomach in cum. Taking his finger, he pushed it past your lips. Making you taste both of your releases.

“You’re mine now. And you’re going to be a good little slut. Aren’t you?” You mindlessly nodded, sucking his digit and Cooper gave you a wicked smile.

“Atta girl. Now, get on the floor. Start at the door and crawl to me.”

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THAT WAS SOOOOO FUCKING HOT LIKE IM DYING I LOVE A GOOD MAFIA AU

Newlyweds

Mafia AU Rafe Cameron x fem reader

After a dangerous situation, you’re forced to marry mafia boss Rafe Cameron. Someone you went to high school with years ago. And now, you both attempt to make the best of it.

Warnings! OOC Rafe a bit considering it’s a AU. Non graphic Talks of violence, beginning of a universe for my version of mafia Rafe. Male receiving oral! Degrading! He is covered in blood but it’s not readers! Praise! Unprotected sex! Photo in the middle is edited by @rafeyscurtainbangs

Not only was Rafe Cameron your previous enemy from high school, a certified asshole who most people avoided, he was also apparently in the mafia. A fact you didn’t learn until you were forced into a marriage with him weeks ago.

The situation was necessary. A bargain you had to make in order to save your family who owed their rivals a debt.

In order to maintain your and your parent’s safety, you agreed to marry Rafe for status. For protection. You lied to your friends, saying you’d both been secretly dating for a while and decided to get hitched.

It could be worse, you reasoned during moments of anxiety and anger. While Rafe was a dick, he did provide a nice bedroom and bought you a ring that was fitting to your personality. You both were reluctant to this arrangement and so far stuck to minimal interactions.

His only soft spot you observed was in the way he spoke to his youngest sister. Wheezie. He didn’t give her the same cold, sarcastic bite everyone else got. Did you eavesdrop? Yes but you might as well learn as much as possible.

Rafe’s newest peace offering was currently in front of you.

A wardrobe full of new clothes. All your size, tailored to your figure and even specific items used in your hobbies. He didn’t leave hand written notes or explain how he knew what to buy.

You selected a dark dress and a necklace above your heart. Both suited to your body but it radiated a new life. One that promised danger, wealth and power. He insisted you join him for dinner, sending you a nonnegotiable text in the morning. Signed off with a simple, R.C.

The table was already set when you entered the dining room. It was dimly lit and the plates were expensive. The style was clean cut. Newest editions of technology in every corner with a view of the ocean nearby.

Rafe sat at the head. Still in his business clothes but his tie was gone. His shirts and pants were always pristine. His legs were parted, large hands gripping the arms of the chair as he watched you sit across from him.

He looked angry, blue eyes on fire and his jaw twitching with irritation. You weighed your options, crossing your ankles as you toyed with the fringes of the tablecloth. Ultimately, you decided to speak.

“Is everything okay?”

He snorted and his shoulders rolled. Rafe tapped his fingers against the chair, his gold rings shining around his fingers. “Had to handle some business. I’m tired of dealing with incompetent people and family shit.”

You watched as he chewed his lower lip and bounced his knee. You narrowed your eyes and leaned forward.

“Was any of that about me? About our,” You looked for the right word, “situation?”

Rafe gave you a bitter smile. “Oh yeah, yeah, yeah. Couple of people notice how unhappy we look and have big ass mouths. They know we avoid each other.”

“Shit,” You breathe and he nods.

“Yeah. Shit. So, this whole thing is gonna fall apart if we keep this up.” Your hackles started raising but Rafe pressed on, “I mean if we’re gonna do this we might as well…be friends or something.”

That surprised you. His effort to seem calm and logical. You knew it was probably unreasonable to still view him as that high-school jock who bullied Pogues almost ten years ago. Or the fact you were one of the few people who stood up to him.

“You want to be friends?” You parroted and Rafe flicked his hand nonchalantly.

“That’s what I said, right? Look,” Rafe set his elbows on his knees, trying to seem smaller. “I’m not some kid anymore. And as shitty as this whole thing is, I’m trying here. I’m trying to make all this work and take care of everyone.”

Your defenses let down slightly and you acknowledged his point. You raised a glass and held it up in a truce.

“Friends?”

Rafe had a ghost of a smile on his face, a sight that was attractive and he raised his own.

“Friends.”

Two weeks later, Rafe stormed in the house and he was losing his mind. You were out of the shower, still wearing a robe with nothing underneath when you heard the echoing slam of the door. You heard him screaming at the handful of people who worked at the house, ordering security and barking orders that you couldn’t understand.

You removed your headphones, his words muffled by and you stood up to leave your bedroom.

You both made an effort to be friendly, you wouldn’t say a particular bond was there but the terms were improving. Your conversation about friendship looming in the air as you came downstairs.

You searched for him and found him sitting in his office. A lineup of books on shelves, computers and photographs around you. The leather seat was large underneath his body but you were shocked at the sight of him covered in blood.

Rafe trembled and you noticed the gun in his right hand. He stared at you with his nostrils flaring.

“What the hell happened?” Your eyes widened as he tapped the gun against the chair.

“Lot of people died tonight. An investment of ours went wrong and uh,” He laughed but it leaked with rage, “Our common enemy attempted to kill one of my men.”

He had shared the name of one of his partners, someone he spoke about with something close to respect.

“Barry?”

Rafe nodded and blew out a breath. “Part of the deal. People step out of line, people disobey orders or they turn on us,” He glanced at the gun. “And we don’t forgive it.”

He exhaled tightly and met your eyes. “One of em said some shit about you. Said they were gonna kill you. And I shot him without a second thought.” Your mouth parted at his confession.

“You protected me.”

Rafe licked his teeth and laid his head back against the seat. “I protect what’s mine. Anyone who tries to take what belongs to me away, pays the ultimate price.”

His statement gave you chills. You shivered despite the warm robe and a carnal desire ached in your core. The sight of the blood, his spread legs and the gun dangling loosely in his hand made you approach him.

You knelt down, toying with the button of his pants. Rafe looked down at you, his neck straining as his chest heaved at your nimble fingers. You paused and waited for him to give you permission.

“You wanna suck my cock, baby doll? Thank me for what I did?” His voice had a playful tone but he set down the weapon. He set a steady palm on the top of your head as you tugged his pants down.

An urgency overtook you and you hastily peeled down his boxers. You swallowed at the sight of his dick. He was big, thick and the tip pulsed with need as he adjusted his hips. He was giving you an invitation and you gladly took it.

You started off teasing, kissing his happy trail and making your way down to lick the soft skin. Rafe locked his fingers in your hair, encouraging you forward and you sucked his balls. He grunted sharply as you moaned and instinctively bounced on your heels.

You took him into your mouth, the tip shooting precum on your tongue as you bobbed your head and teased him with the rhythm. Rafe began to unravel, his hold firm and he wrapped his hand around your head. He brought your nose to his stomach and you gagged. Deepthroating him as your hands flew to his thighs.

You started running out of air, tears flickering in your lashes and you pulled back. Drool and his pleasure seeping from your mouth. He growled at the sight.

“Filthy little slut. I got half a mind to cum on your pretty face and send a picture to everyone. But I need to feel that pussy,” Rafe hauled you on his lap. Your legs straddling his dick moments before he shoved you down.

Your wet cunt sucked him in, sending a whine through your throat and Rafe groaned the further you sank. He drove his pelvis up, his pace brutal as he smashed his lips to yours.

You tasted the tang of blood on his mouth but it only increased the pressure in your stomach. Rafe’s flesh hit your clit as you bounced, your thigh muscles aiding the movement.

“Mhm, ride my dick. Taking me like such a good girl. You’re so goddamn pretty like this,” He moaned into your mouth and he lewdly licked a stripe up your neck.

Your nipples were painfully hard as you held onto his shoulders and circled your hips. Rafe smacked your ass and wrapped his hand around your throat. Not extremely hard but enough to get your attention.

You cried out a louder sound of pleasure and Rafe wickedly smirked.

“God, you’re so fucking disgusting. Getting off on me choking you?” He scanned your body, watching your tits bounce as you fucked him faster. “That’s it, come on you can do it better than that. Uh huh, you gonna cream on it?”

You wailed as your climax hit you and you shook. Rafe growled, “Open your fucking mouth!” His loud command mixed in with your orgasm made you immediately listen.

He spat in your mouth and gave you one more hard thrust. Rafe’s cum burst into your pussy, your entrance greedily taking in his seed.

He held you as you both came down from aftershock and you caught a glimpse of yourself in a reflection.

His hand left a bloody print on your neck. From his enemies that were now yours.

“Now, you’ve really sealed the deal.” Rafe lifted you up, making your legs encircle his waist and he laid you on the desk. He shoved aside what was in his way and started trailing his lips down your chest.

“You’re such a sweet girl, huh? Rewarding me? Now, you’re gonna let me reward you.”

Dividers by @strangergraphics

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AHZGZHZTZHZGHZHZGZGZ POOKIE ATE WITH THE WRITING ONCE AGAIN

Birthday Girl

Dad’s best friend Logan Howlett x Mutant! fem reader

Your long time crush on your dad’s best friend comes to a head the night of your 26th birthday. W.C a little over 2k.

Thank you so much to @xxbimbobunnyxx for helping me!!!! I love you!!!

Warnings! Age gap! Male masturbation! Panty stealing! Drinking! Female receiving oral! Praise! Slight degrading! Unprotected sex! Stomach bulge!

It wasn’t like you were committing a crime or anything but it felt incredibly naughty as you stared through the crack of the spare bedroom door.

Logan Howlett, your dad’s best friend was fucking his fist on the mattress. The middle aged man, physically younger than your father but in actuality he was hundreds of years old.

You kept your breathing as shallow as possible, knowing any wrong move he would hear you or smell you but he was too distracted at the moment. Logan was staying a few days at your home while his apartment was being fixed.

Like any normal girl, you had a massive crush on him. Ever since you met him, a few years ago on your twenty first birthday when your father protected him from mutant hunter, you were head over heels.

His gruff, harsh demeanor and bad temper didn’t scare you. Oppositely, you enjoyed the way he dealt with people. He spoke everything you secretly thought. He just wasn’t afraid to say it. Your father was normal but your deceased mother passed on a mutation. One you kept hidden from other people, until yesterday when Logan finally saw you use it. You lit a fire outside, unaware he was outside smoking a cigar.

You grimaced when you heard him turn around with an unreadable expression and head back inside the house. Neither of you had spoken after that.

You were on a college break, visiting home for your birthday that was tomorrow. Your dad wasn’t going to attend the party at the local bar your best friend was throwing so you had a celebratory dinner earlier.

And now, you were still watching Logan roll his hips. Thrusting into his beefy hand that tugged himself as he panted and you had to bite your lip when you heard him moan.

Only he said your name as he pleasured himself.

Shock overcame you as he repeated it and then you caught a glimpse of a pair of black panties that were yours.

That son of a bitch.

A mixture of smugness and your hackles rising settled in your chest. He was always polite towards you, treated you as anyone would expect given his friendship with your dad. But he hadn’t hinted that he felt attracted to you. Let alone attracted enough to you to steal a pair of underwear from your room, wrap them around his dick and jerk off.

You just saw Logan’s dirty little secret and you smirked to yourself. A pulse in between your thighs throbbed as he came to his climax. Cum sprayed on his hand, his thick fingers shaking as it coated your panties. He sloppily wiped his hand on his exposed lower stomach. Hardened muscle twitching and you finally stepped away.

Your vibrator entertained the sensitive center of your pussy minutes later in your bedroom. The image of Logan touching himself seared in your mind as you toyed with your entrance at the same time. Wishing it was him instead with his much larger size.

The next morning, after you’d only gotten a few measly hours of sleep from fucking your toy, you’d jogged into the kitchen. You saw your father pouring himself and you a cup of coffee. But you didn’t see Logan.

“Ah, yeah, Logan had to head off early. The nice professor he’s friends with offered him speedier help with his apartment.” Your father explained, noticing the look of confusion on your face.

You tried to hide your disappointment but your dad must have caught on. “I know you’re sweet on him so I told him about the party tonight.”

You could have strangled him but you sat down and grumbled.

Your childhood home was a farm, hidden away from the main town. Easier to keep your mutation a secret and your mother before she died. Which was the reason you didn’t think twice about using your power.

“Logan gave me the blues for keeping the fact you were a pyro a secret,” Your dad chuckled and you winced. “But he came around. He always does.”

“Yeah, well he’s missing my birthday again. So, he must still be offended.” You indicated that you wanted a change of subject and it was dropped.

When you changed into your outfit later after a shower, applying a face full of makeup, you realized that Logan had taken another pair of underwear.

The bar was warm, not only from the lights but also from the shot pouring down your throat. Your best friend cheered as you slammed a hand on the counter playfully. Your black dress hugged you in all the right places, heels making your legs flex when you sauntered. You felt confident as you celebrated the number 26.

You both danced, drank and even sang a few karaoke songs. She had gifted you a silver crown when you came in and you pushed away thoughts of Logan for a while.

Until you saw him at the end of the bar, lazily sipping a beer wearing a deep red t-shirt. It accentuated his strong form and you ran your tongue along your lower lip. Tasting flavored lip gloss. Your friend turned and whipped back to you.

“Is that him?” She mouthed and you nodded. She giggled and gestured with her head for you to approach him.

You grasped your other alcohol drink, downing a large gulp and smoothed your hair. You walked towards him and plastered a charming smile.

“Logan? I didn’t expect to see you here!” He had the decency to lower his head, his way of greeting and he raised the bottle between his fingers.

“Stopped in for a few beers.” His short response made you bristle, especially knowing he did like you.

“Do you want to join us? It’s my birthday.” Your question hung in the air for a few seconds and Logan seemed to contemplate it.

“I’m gonna pass on that. But happy birthday. You’re a good girl. Your old man did a great job with you. Sure your mama would be proud of ya.” Logan’s refusal mixed in with a compliment made you unsure what to say.

Instinctively, you set a hand on his shoulder and gave it a light squeeze. He was so firm, radiating heat and he looked at your fingers.

“Logan, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about what you saw,” you began but he cut you off with a shrug, making you drop your hand.

“Don’t worry about it. None of my business. But it wouldn’t have hurt to know that you would have needed protection during the attack.” He gripped the beer bottle harder and you clenched your jaw.

“And it wouldn’t have hurt to know you were stealing my panties but here we are.”

Logan dropped the bottle and you smiled wickedly until he stood up. He lightly wrapped his hand around your forearm and leaned down. He opened and closed his mouth but you only focused on the smell of alcohol. You leaned up, your lips finding his jaw and you kissed lightly. His facial hair tickled your skin and he jerked back.

“You-you-“

“Is this dude showing you a good time?” You looked and saw a man near your age standing close to you. He was cute but not on Logan’s level.

“We’re in the middle of a conversation.” Logan barked at him but the younger male wouldn’t be scared off right away.

“Looks like the lady is the one making all the moves and you’re just not paying attention. Come on, baby. Let me buy you a round.”

“Yeah, I’d love that.” You answered and Logan growled.

“I’m not done talking to you-“ And you walked off.

Or you tried to but you felt steel arms loop underneath your legs and support your back. Your feet dangled above the ground, your heels clacking as Logan began marching towards the exit. You smacked him upside the head.

“Logan! My friend-“ you shrieked and you saw her shocked yet pleased expression.

“I’ll call an Uber!” She called out and waved.

Logan wasn’t fazed by your tipsy protests and another smack to his head. He carried you effortlessly to his truck that was parked in a dark corner.

But your pettiness caused you to scurry away when he set you down and climbed into the bed of the truck.

You clumsily landed in a heap on your ass, dress hitched up and Logan sighed in frustration. “Get in the passenger seat. I’m gonna take you home.”

“I’m not going home yet. I was having fun and you’re being a grumpy dickwad.” You narrowed your eyes and Logan held out his hands exasperated.

“Grumpy dickwad?”

“Yeah! And panty stealer!”

“Keep your voice down!” He hissed and you raised your eyebrows. Sensing a challenge.

Logan caught on to the idea in your head and swiftly hopped in the back of the truck. He cupped his palm over your mouth.

“Shhh, the hells the matter with you?” You nipped at him and he rolled his eyes. “Seriously? Biting? That’s childish.”

You flicked your fingers, a small flame appearing like you were about to light a candle and you waved it near his arm. Logan reached down and smacked the side of your ass. You gasped from behind his hand.

“Yeah. You want another one? Keep being a little stubborn mule and I’ll do it harder.” You thought about it but he slowly removed his palm.

Logan noticed your lipgloss smeared and he swiped his thumb across your lip. You sucked the digit into your mouth and he exhaled sharply. He pulled it out and leaned in closer.

“I know I shouldn’t have taken them. Made me feel like a dirty old man but-you’re so fuckin gorgeous I forgot myself.” His tone held lust and regret. Logan pressed his forehead to yours and you breathed in his scent.

“Kiss me.” You whispered and he squeezed his eyes shut. “Please, don’t make me beg. You’ve already taken two pairs…it’s the least you can do.” You gave him pouty lips.

Logan seized the opportunity and caught your mouth in a kiss. It was better than you could have ever imagined. His brutal force he always held was there. The way his hands moved and roamed your curves. He squeezed your hips and moved you on your back.

He pulled you closer as Logan’s weight hovered above your body. His hand moved to massage your tit as his jean clad thighs maneuvered between yours.

“Can’t say no to you, birthday girl. You gonna let me taste that pretty pussy?” He whispered and you whined with a nod. Logan kissed his way down, moving aside your panties and he groaned.

He buried his face in your cunt, his tongue lapping at your clit and took his time savoring your taste. You grind your pelvis against his face, Logan pulled back and spit on your pussy. He sucked and fucked your entrance with his mouth. Causing your nipples to harden as he squeezed your breast.

“That’s my girl, hump my face. Mhm, knew you were a slut but didn’t think you’d be a goddamn perv.” Logan sneered and took your clit between his lips.

You were gasping and arching your back as your orgasm was approaching. Your fingers were in his dark hair peppered with gray and pulling hard. It was probably suffocating him as your thighs pressed against his head but he didn’t care.

You were seconds from cumming when he ripped away but didn’t give you time to protest. Logan shoved his jeans down, halfway down his legs and he took his dick out. He ran the tip along your slit, smearing the precum.

You wrapped your thighs around him, ankles crossing as Logan thrusted into you. His size made you suck in a harsh breath but he aided you by circling your center with his thumb. Logan slammed into balls deep, making you moan.

His lips kissed your neck as he felt the bulge in your stomach.

“Fuckin you full. Knew you could take it. You’re such a good girl, feel so good. Shit, such a tight pussy.” He praised and your eyes rolled back.

“Going dumb on me already? My dick so good you’re panting like a puppy?” Logan ran his tongue along your throat and gave you a messy kiss.

The pleasure was overwhelming and he hauled your legs higher. Taking them from around his waist and gave you a deeper angle. Your underwear was still moved to the side, he liked feeling the material against his cock.

You drooled as you came on his dick, creaming on it and Logan moved harder. Deeper and your head lulled back as he fucked you through it.

“Uh huh, let me have it. Give me all that cum, doll. Such a good little whore,” he chuckled. “You gonna let me fill you up?”

“Please,” You managed and Logan gave you a couple more thrusts before his dick twitched.

Thick ropes of cum emptied into you and Logan huffed. Moaning and rolling his hips as he chased his high.

“You did such a good job,” He told you and slowed down. “You wanna head out somewhere? I wanna make sure to lick up my mess I made in you.”

Dividers by @anitalenia

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IM DYING I NEED THIS

I LOVE YOU POOKIE

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Pretty Victim

Cooper Adams x fem reader blurb.

Cooper Adams, The Butcher has broken into your house and he’s determined to find out if you’ve told the police anything.

Warnings! Breaking in! Spanking! Knife play! Choking! Degrading! Praise! Fucking in a headlock! Very slight blood play! Oral! Fem receiving! One use of the word sir! Twenty year age gap because he’s in his mid forties (Since it’s my own) not proofread because I don’t have it in me and I’m depressed lol

“Cooper, I swear I told you everything I know.” You whisper as the middle aged man flexes his jaw.

You were sitting in your house alone, shocked at the sight of your neighbor Cooper Adams breaking into your home late at night. You had no idea how he got in. All you knew was that you were terrified as he gripped a large knife.

He kept silent for a couple seconds then crossed over to the chair and looked down at you.

“I don’t think you’re telling me the truth, honey. I think you heard something about me or,” He bent down, nearing your face, “The butcher.” He whispered and you shivered.

His close proximity amped your nervousness and Cooper traced the tip of the blade along your shoulder.

“But I know how to get what I need.” You held your breath and braced for impact but Cooper hauled you upright by under your arms. Gasping, you could only shake as he spun you around and held one arm behind your back.

“Tell me what you’re hiding.” Cooper ordered in a calm voice and you looked back at him.

“I don’t know anything! What-“ You yelped when you felt his massive hand slap your ass. Hard enough to jolt you forward and your eyes were wide as saucers.

“If you don’t tell me what you know, you don’t get to cum.” Cooper’s tone morphs into a rumble and he continues to pin your arm. You can’t escape him as your knees go weak when he smacks your ass for a second time.

A quiet noise of arousal escapes your throat as you focus ahead on the kitchen counter. He was extremely attractive. Anyone could see that and you did secretly admire him next door but this was beyond your wildest dreams.

“I-I-I mean the description matched you-but I promise I didn’t say anything about that. I promise, I swear to god I’m not lying.” You turn your head to look at him from behind as he narrows his dark eyes.

Cooper eventually nods, seeming to believe you and your core flutters as he guides to the counter. He pushes your chest on the surface and lets go of your arm but you feel the cool edge of the knife against your throat.

You freeze and he brushes his lips against your ear. “You gonna let me fuck you? Let me reward you for telling the truth?”

“Yes.” You whisper and you hear him huff an amused laugh.

“You might want to hold on.” Cooper warns and his thick fingers pull down the waistband of your pajama pants. He shudders as he palms your ass, digging the tips of his digits in the area he spanked you earlier.

You were embarrassingly wet as it dampened your inner thighs and your nipples hardened as Cooper’s hand slipped in between your legs. He massaged your clit, sending a wave of goosebumps along your skin.

“You’re almost as fucked up as me. Getting wet by me breaking into your house, maybe next time I’ll tie you up.” He taunts and nips underneath your earlobe.

You gasp and clutch the countertop as Cooper presses two fingers inside you. He curls them deeply, feeling your cunt tighten and he pumps at a steady pace.

“You don’t get my dick until you beg for it. I can make you cum like this, doll. Unless you convince me you’re worthy of my cock.” He tells you.

“Mhm, please give me your dick. Fuck me, fuck me, please! Want you to fill me up, I don’t want you to stop.” You sounded pathetic and your skin heated as Cooper smirked against your neck.

He kicked your legs apart wider and you felt him shove down his jeans. His belt dropped to the floor and the movement caused the knife to further press against your throat. Cooper was clearly accustomed to using it by how he maneuvered the blade down to your chest.

His heavy dick throbbed as he rolled his hips against your ass and lined himself up with your pussy entrance. Cooper set the knife down but still held it next to your head when he shoved into you.

You moaned loudly and your mouth fell open as he gave you a hard thrust. Your hole stretched to accommodate his size and girth as Cooper wrapped his free arm around your neck in a headlock.

“That’s it, take it like a good girl. Such a desperate pitiful little thing, hmm?” He growled and you sucked in a gulp of air as he hit a particularly deep spot inside you.

The angle he was fucking you allowed him to also stimulate your clit as Cooper succumbed to any frustration and rage inside him. His rhythm became sloppy and animalistic as he rutted harder.

“Letting me fuck you in your own goddamn kitchen? Letting a murderer fuck your pussy? Never seen someone so pathetic.” He hissed and drool came on the corner of your lips.

“Aww, getting dumb on me, sweetheart? Haven’t even cum yet and you can’t even think.” You were finding it harder to breathe as his elbow was wrapped around your neck but pleasure distracted you from needing air.

Your orgasm hit you suddenly, your stomach muscle unclenching and cum leaked all over his dick. You groaned and nearly screamed as Cooper used the extra lubricant to slam balls deep and you felt his own seed spill.

“Fuck!” He shouted and your eyes crossed from loss of oxygen. Your body went limp but he let you go and you inhaled sharply. Cooper pulled out and before you could protest, you felt him take the knife and hold it against your hole.

He spun you around and you blinked at the sight of his eyes. They looked black with lust as he cupped the back of your head.

“Lick it off.” Cooper commanded and you opened your mouth, your tongue sticking out.

He let you lick the metal clean, cum smearing your lips and he sighed heavily. Cooper watched, mesmerized as you swallowed and crushed his lips to yours in a harsh kiss.

It was hungry and lacked any sort of romance as Cooper sucked your lower lip. Your back dug into the counter as he bent you backwards with his large body. He grabbed your waist and lifted you onto the surface. He ripped away from your mouth, his hair falling in his face.

Cooper admired your body, soft with curves and plush thighs that separated naturally for him. He sank to his knees and shoved his face in your cunt. His tongue darted to quickly taste the remains of your release and focused on your clit.

You held his head close, your back arching and thighs clenched around his face as you rode it. Cooper’s right hand was pumping his cock as he devoured your pussy, lapping and sucking like a starved man. It was becoming too much, making you shriek and squirm but it didn’t make him slow down.

Your second climax overwhelmed you at the same time he met his own. Aftershocks made you jerk and Cooper slowly kissed up your skin. His damp chin glistened as he sucked the pulse point of your throat.

He took the blade, pulling back enough to see as he gave you a small nick on your chest. You let out a small breath but it didn’t hurt. Especially when he traced the small trickle of blood with his tongue.

“Don’t worry, darlin. I won’t mark you up too badly. Are you gonna be my pretty little victim? For me to use whenever I want?” His soft words made you tear up with pleasure and fear.

“Yes, sir.”

Cooper gave you a sick smile and swept you into his arms. “I remember where your room is. We’re gonna be there a while.”

Dividers by @cafekitsune

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Nah bro innie went from baby bread to daddy bread

shenanbinchans ( 25/? )

translation © naurnotchan

I can't be the only one who heard Felix growling at the start.

Forced massage 😂

guys this is why Sabrina Carpenter made Please Please Please.

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I'm not Goth but I love it. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Spencer Reid loves watching his goth girlfriend/wife do her makeup…

Fluff!

“Spencer?” You speak and he hmms while sitting on the counter next to you while you blend black eyeshadow. “Why are you just sitting there watching?”

“Am I bothering you? I-I-I can leave! I just like seeing you get ready is all.” He stammers and you smile at him.

“You’re not bothering me. I just don’t want you to be bored.”

“I’m not bored. I find it fascinating and calming. You wear so much but it looks perfect. It’s impressive.” He beams proudly and you bashfully look down at your lap.

“Oh, you’re too cute.”

“Can I help with your hair? I help my mom sometimes and she taught me a few times before she cut it off.” He chuckles and you smile, looking back up.

“I’d like that.”

He steps forward and gently strokes your hair off your neck. Spencer picks up a few skull hair clips and places them on the crown of your head. He grabs the hairspray and you hold back a grin. It was impressive he knew exactly what product and he meant to give it a light spray.

But the nozzle jammed and he pressed his finger harder. A thick mist burst out and you both shrieked. Spencer accidentally dropped the bottle onto the floor and you started cackling. You set your hands on his chest, leaned up pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Should I wear red or black lipstick?” You questioned and he scrunched his lips to the side.

“I think you should wear black.” You pick up the tube and apply an even coat across your lips. You pucker at your reflection and turn to Spencer.

“How’s that?”

Spencer grins and sets his hands on your shoulders before massaging your arms.

“You look beautiful. You ready?” You nod and follow him downstairs. It was your two year anniversary and it already couldn’t be more perfect.

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POOKIE ATE ONCE AGAIN LIKE I HAVEN'T EVEN WATCHED THE MOVIE I SHOULD THO

BUT HERE POOKIE IS FEEDING OUR DELUSIONS AND DADDY ISSUES

This is more than a sick love story.

Cooper Adams x fem reader.

Your obsession with Cooper Adams takes a turn when you purposely set yourself up as his next victim.

This is sort of an introduction to a universe with these two and answering two requests. Cooper with someone who doesn’t care he’s the Butcher and age gap!

Warnings! Age gap! Reader is mid 20s and he’s in mid 40s Stalking! Cooper is a serial killer obviously lol. Cooper kidnaps reader even though she sets it up! Oral! Bondage! Fem receiving! Short and to the point!

Being twenty years younger than your crush was complicated. Your crush being married, two children and unaware of your existence was complicated but rather predictable.

Your crush being twenty years older, father of two, married and a famous serial killer?

That was one for the books.

It was fucked up. Your obsession with him. It started when you moved into the neighborhood last year. Caring for your elderly grandmother until her passing.

Figuring out he was the butcher was more of an accident. You had followed his wife, watched her go to make an anonymous tip to the police and overheard what she said.

You felt angry and confused. But then madness overcame you shortly afterward.

You intercepted and pointed the police in the wrong direction. Proving her wrong but they divorced. She couldn’t handle the paranoia and you watched from the sidelines as it fell apart with sick pleasure.

However, winning his heart was impossible.

You were only a neighbor who he waved to when he went off to work. He didn’t know what you’d done for him. Gladly. So, you didn’t have a choice but to set yourself up as maybe a potential victim of his crimes.

That brought you to tonight.

Cooper had snatched you up easily. Using a ruse of his car having an issue as you sat outside on your porch at night and you eagerly wanted to help him.

He drugged you, held something over your nose as you expected and you drifted to unconsciousness.

You woke up in the basement, your wrists tied and ankles chained as you were on a chair. You blinked to gauge your surroundings and you saw Cooper standing in front of you. His fingers twitching. He wore a black shirt, matching pants with the sleeves pushed up to expose his muscular forearms and his brown eyes took you in like a predator.

“I didn’t think you’d be this dedicated.” His words made you tilt your head and he swallowed. Coopers jaw flexed.

“I’m good at a lot of things. Bad at a decent amount. Yet, I’m still underestimated. You are so…” He walked over you in two steps and knelt down. Your gaze widened as he reached up and gingerly stroked your face.

“Adorable.”

“You knew-“ You began and he gave you an almost gentle smile.

“Women your age always think they’re one step ahead. I knew you were infatuated but to go to these lengths to be close to me. It’s endearing.” Cooper leaned in, his forehead resting on yours and your entire body awakened as his head dropped to rest on your waist.

“For everything you’ve done for me, I think you deserve to be rewarded, don’t you?” You were mesmerized as Cooper’s massive hands and thick fingers massaged your hips. He focused on pulling down your pants, eyeing the lace panties you were wearing covering your cunt.

“I’m going to keep these on for now. And then I’m going to take you upstairs,” He paused and grazed the front of your underwear. Cooper looked fascinated by the design and he glanced up at you.

“Has anyone ever done this to you before?” You knew his implication and you inhaled sharply.

“Just shitty fingering. That’s it.” You whispered and he shook his head.

“Such a shame. Young men don’t appreciate women the way they deserve. I can assure you that won’t be the case with me.” He slowly pushes your panties to the side, exposing your wet clit.

Cooper dipped his head down, sinking lower on his knees as he kneaded your bare thighs and pressed a light kiss on your inner leg. You shivered and your nipples hardened as he ghosted his lips along your skin. He came to the top of your pelvis, nipping the skin and you gasped.

Finally, Cooper granted your wish and pressed his mouth against your pussy. His tongue came out, flattening and he groaned. His deep voice vibrated as he became more intense. He swept his tongue underneath your clit, forcing your eyes to squeeze shut and then he went down. Fucking your entrance with his mouth, he pressed your thighs apart harder as you whined.

He breathed heavily and returned to the center of your cunt. Sucking in the bud between his lips, he felt you tremble and shake. Cooper went back to his previous notions by lewdly licking your clit. He seemed lost as your skin was on fire. It was agnoy not being able to touch him but he was devouring you. Cooper’s wide shoulders shifted and he moved his face harder against you.

“Mhm, you taste so fucking good.” He wasn’t one to speak that way and you moaned. “Not doing this just for you.” He was eating you out because he also enjoyed it.

You didn’t expect to tip over the edge so quickly, but your lack of inexperience came into play as your vision went white and you shrieked.

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming, oh fuck. Oh god,” You chanted and Cooper continued his motions with his tongue.

He sucked in your arousal and slowly pulled back. You looked at him with a slightly parted mouth, glassy eyes as Cooper’s chin was damp. He sat up and stood. He bent down, gripping your cheeks. “Swallow it.”

You open your mouth wider, sticking out your tongue a little and he spits the remnant of your cum inside your lips. Something snaps in him as he watches you swallow and he smears it in.

“For a fucking virgin, you’re a goddamn slut.”

“Fuck me, please. Please, I’ll do anything. I’ll do anything you want. I’ll kill for you. I’ll be anything you want me to be.” You were begging him with watery eyes and Cooper started laughing.

“Oh, I know that, sweetheart. This is just the beginning.”

Tagging @redhead1180 @rosaleelovesdilfs @coopers-bunny @xbimboxbunnyx @id-rather-be-in-middle-earth @stillwjk-channie-lixie @cellophane-wasp @rubyfruitjungle @hereforthehitsbaby @cryobabyy @cattt777 @wildgirllz l

FUCKING AMAZING ONCE AGAIN POOKIE!

i want to fuck this man so damn bad.

10 things I hate about you series.

Part two

You and Logan locate the rumored dangerous mutant at a night club. And everything goes to hell when he finally sees your powers.

Read part one here.

Warnings! Violence! Blood! Mild angst! No smut yet! Age gap! Reader is late 20s and Logan is late 40s. Slow burn and enemies (?) to lovers. Barely proofread.

“Don’t fucking embarrass me. This is meant to be quick and efficient. In and out.” Logan grunted as you both stepped into the club. Your fingers clutched the inside of his elbow, his dark brown leather jacket crinkling from the pressure as you both walked.

The neon lights, smell of smoke and loud music thumped as you winced from the crowd. Logan bared his teeth at someone who stepped too close and you reached up and smacked him upside the head.

“Stop snarling at people. We’re trying to blend in.” You hissed at him before forcing a charming smile at the server who guided you both to a nearby booth.

“It’s not my fault people don’t know how fucking walk.” He rolled his eyes and plopped down. You sat close with him and he raised an eyebrow.

“Can I get you two started on water along with your drinks?” The waitress asked and you opened your mouth but Logan cut you off.

“Whiskey and apple juice for her.” You stomp his foot with your heeled shoe and clear your throat.

“I’ll have a Long Island iced tea. Thank you.” She walks away and Logan scoffs.

“Figures. You like those pussy little mixed drinks.” You pinch his forearm and he growls, jerking his arm away.

“Stop being a brat!”

“Then stop being an asshole! We’re supposed to be madly in love and married for thirty five years with four sweet beautiful hairy children.”

“In your wildest dreams, girl.” He dug into his pocket to look for a cigar and apparently gave up after a few seconds.

“So, is anyone setting off alarm bells?” You asked him and folded your arms. Your curve hugging red dress was above the knee and you had black heels on. Jewelry gifted by your grandmother years ago hung above your heart and dangled around your wrist.

“Everyone sets off my alarm bells. I don’t trust anyone.”

“Me either. And we don’t even know if this mutant can shape-shift.” You added with a huff. You tilt your head in curiosity when you notice a man lingering in the corner. He seemed…off.

“Yeah, I’ve been eyeing him the whole time.” Logan seemed to read your mind without looking in his direction and you glanced at him. You blink mascara lashes at him. “Then why are we sitting here?”

“Because I don’t want to give away anything yet. You’re free to go sit in the car.” Logan sighed and leaned back against the booth. The waitress came and set both drinks down.

“Thank you,” You both told her as she walked away. You took a sip of your drink as Logan chugged his whiskey in one gulp.

“You ever been on one of these before?” He grunted and you toy with the rings on your fingers.

“Once. With Bobby.” Your hackles raise when he grumbles.

“Mmm yeah. With your little boyfriend. Figures.” You grip your glass harder.

“He’s not my boyfriend.” Logan gives you a smirk. Facial hair smoothed over and he adjusts his button down shirt.

“Yeah? Fucker looks at you like a meal when you’re together.”

“And you’re paying attention to how someone looks at me, why?” You counteract and Logan stiffens.

“Forget it. Now, it makes sense why you don’t know what you’re doing.”

“Why are you such a fucking dick, Logan? I’ve done nothing to you.” You gritted your teeth, the lingering crush in the background for him as he pushed your buttons.

“I don’t like inexperienced mutants going on missions. Peoples lives are at stake and I don’t want to be responsible for some kid.” He glared, green eyes burning and you leaned in close.

“First of all, I’m not a kid. Second of all, I had a whole life before I showed up at the school. And third, if Professor X didn’t believe I could do this, he wouldn’t have sent me with you.” Logan meets your venom and his nostrils flare.

“Maybe he made a mistake. You haven’t even noticed our guy over there, he’s walking this way. He’s been eye fucking you this whole time. And I don’t like the looks of him.” Instead of raking him across the coals, you plaster on a seductive look when the stranger approaches you.

His entire demeanor is dangerous. You see a long thick knife buried in his pocket. His sharp jaw was clenched and his thin mouth reminded you of a birds beak. It was a complete trap and you felt Logan brace for any sort of battle.

“How about you walk me to the stage?” Logan jerks his head at you with wide eyes as you decide to drink the rest of your alcohol and take the other man’s hand.

“The fuck are you doing?” He whispered and you gave him a look that expressed, ‘Trust me’

“Anything for you, Angel. Doesn’t look like he’s showing you a good time.” You accept his hand and follow him to the middle of the building where people surround the empty stage.

There was a pole but no one was using it. The DJ removed his headset as you climbed up the stairs.

“Hey, looks like we got ourselves a performer tonight! Pick a song, gorgeous! Get everyone started!”

Logan was staring at you with a horrified expression as you curtsied and waved to the people. The man stood by closely, no doubt looking for the exits but he was falling in line perfectly with your last minute plan.

You pick out the song and the intro begins to play. Porn Star Dancing begins to echo and you slowly begin to dance along after making up your own choreography. Your past of gymnastics played a role in your flexibility as you roll your hips before kicking your leg up around the pole and spin.

The party goers soon start chanting the chorus to cheer you on as you climb the pole to the top, your knees locking around the metal and you hold yourself up. You briefly catch Logan pinching his nose in the corner before you slide down and fall to the ground in the splits.

You even surprised yourself with that one considering you hadn’t done it in a decade. You grinned, smiled and waved. The stranger was clapping slowly before he cracked his neck.

“Oh shit.” You felt the impact before you heard it.

The stranger flicked his hand and flames came out in a fury. A fucking pyro. Screaming started as he blasted a tunnel of fire towards the bar and Logan charged towards him with a roar.

The fire mixing with the alcohol, people were screaming and chaos erupted as small explosions brightened the entire building. Your nose burned from the smell of smoke and blood but your focus became razor sharp. Your mind seized the bodies, your hand extending and fingers curling in a fist.

Everyone stopped and hovered. It was painful, the weight burning your muscles and your head throbbed from using so much force but you made yourself remain still.

But Logan was too strong or too adaptable due to his regeneration ability as he broke free of your hold and sunk his claws deep into the belly of the pyro.

The flames were too intense for most people to see the brutality as Logan retracted the claws. Blood soaked the shining material as the other mutants fell to the ground in a heap.

You released the grip you had on everyone, your ability to also read mind came into play as you guided a female to go dial the police.

Logan’s fierce expression locked on you as he panted and kicked the body to the side. “Get everyone the fuck out of here!” He bellowed at the bouncers who weren’t fast enough to react.

You both were silent as you walked to the car hours later. The club was burned but not beyond repair. Ambulances took the injured and removed the body of the mutant. You didn’t dare speak before Logan as you carried your heels and tried to keep up with him.

You opened the passenger door and climbed in. Logan came into the driver side, slamming it so hard you flinched and feared it would crumble.

“You are a fucking telekinetic telepath.” His voice was so low you almost didn’t hear him.

The unspoken part was that it was the same ability as Jean.

“And you didn’t tell me that plan. You just decided to act on your own. And got people hurt.”

Shame ate away at you as you kept quiet.

“You should have just gone back here and let me handle it.” Logan’s temper was flaring.

“So it’s fine for you to do things your way, alone, but I can’t? Got it.”

“You have no fucking idea what you’re doing!” He yelled but you spun around in the passenger seat.

“Yes I fucking do! He would have killed someone if he got them alone! I got him in front of everyone and then he just randomly got brave!”

“Why didn’t you just use your powers in the first place?” Logan’s volume lowered but you couldn’t answer him honestly.

You couldn’t tell him that you kept your ability from him because you knew it would only remind him of the woman he loved. You couldn’t tell him that deep down, you didn’t want to hurt him but he was right.

You fucked up.

“I’m sorry.” You answered quietly and he sniffed.

“We’re going the fuck back and you better have a hell of a better explanation than that.” He went to start the car.

And it didn’t.

Logan rested his forehead on the wheel, trembling with rage and you reached forward. You could try to fix it but he shook his head. “Don’t bother. You’re too drained. Looks like we’re walking or finding a bus or whatever the fuck is around in this god forsaken place. And hopefully your fucking ADHD doesn’t kick in tonight.” Your jaw dropped as he exited the car.

You flew out of the car and trailed after him with bare feet. “First of all, I didn’t have time to grab my medication before we left and how did you even know I had it?” Logan rolled his eyes as his quick pace led you both down the empty road.

“You don’t have to. Be quiet so I can think about finding a ride or staying somewhere. Jesus Christ, where the hell are your shoes?” He stopped short and you scoffed.

“I left my bag at the motel.”

He rubbed his face with both hands. Logan set his hands on his waist briefly before he suddenly hauled you over his shoulder. You squealed and kicked as he started walking again.

“What the hell? I don’t even need shoes!”

“Diseases are real and you have to be alive in order to explain yourself to Charles.” He drawled dryly. His hard muscle dug into your stomach.

“You cannot possibly carry me for long.”

“I have fucking super strength, girl. And besides, I’m tired of slowing down for you.”

You both soon found a bus stop as Logan effortlessly carried you. He put you down as you both settled into the seats of the empty ride. Sleepiness was overtaking you and your eyes shut slowly. What you didn’t realize was that you had started to fall asleep on Logan’s arm.

And he didn’t move you off.

Dividers by @cafekitsune

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Stop I'm loving the banter between the two of yee

I could literally dominate you in EVERY single game. And I’ve actually played the resident evil ones. I love video games and I would beat you 👑 Like you don’t know my game history !!!

I'm not even going to give this a reply cause I know you just want reaction out of me 🙄

Desperately

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AGAIN POOKIE ATE LIKE BRO IM DYING

•Headcannons for Cooper Adams•

Requested by anon!

These are my opinions and just from what I observed from the movie! I’ve seen it twice. So it’s okay if you disagree! But it’s just my opinion BE NICE!!!!!!!

These are both SFW and NSFW but the top half is not smut.

Warnings! Mentions of oral! Both receiving! Choking! Talks of masturbation! unprotected sex, bondage, Dom/sub dynamics, mommy kink briefly talked about but not in detail. Very very minimal mention of spitting. These aren’t really in order. Talks of his mother. Brief talk about if there was an age gap (most likely would be lol) Nothing graphic tbh. These are very generalized. I mean he’s a killer but I didn’t really dive into that. Mwah!

-Cooper would initially have reservations about dating someone younger than him. He’s middle aged and was married for a while (until she’s dead RIP)

-You immediately had a crush on him and he knew that. He’s a smart man. He knows how human beings work. He knows how to read people and their body language.

-But finally after weeks of tension, Cooper finally asks you to go out with him.

-I feel like Cooper is creative with dates. He would like the traditions, going to dinner but I also feel like because he’s so observant he would know exactly where to go.

-carnival, museum, park, cemetery, concert, Cooper would go wherever you want.

-Cooper would stalk you. No questions. He’d find all your social media, learn everything about you, but he wouldn’t reveal it. He’s an expert in pretending to be calm.

-He’s not completely without conscious or a heart. He does love his children. He’s capable of it. Cooper would frequently check on his kids while he’s with you.

-Cooper has OCD (Same) and I feel like a lot of that has to do with his mother. It was a way of coping with severe anxiety and intrusive thoughts. He does compulsions to soothe himself. He often fidgets.

-Speaking of his mother. Cooper had a complicated relationship with his mother. Obviously we weren’t told that much in the film but my guess would be that she neglected him. She saw signs in him that weren’t normal but instead of helping him, she either pulled away or punished him.

-Cooper wanted to please his mother. He wanted her approval so this carried into his adult years. He tends to avoid conflict when he can, as we saw with the other mom and why his family seemed so shocked by his outburst. Normally, Cooper shoves down his anger in front of people.

-But when he finally snaps, well, we all heard the horror of his crimes committed. Cooper has so much rage inside of him and he only allows it to come out on “special.” Occasions.

-Cooper probably loves his job as a fireman. I feel like he trains younger men who work there. I also hardcore believe he has saved many lives but he has that entitlement that he can also take it away when he wants. But when we saw him help that young girl, he automatically knew what medical care to give her. Again, he probably has kept people alive on the way to the ambulance.

-Okay Cooper is a fucking freak. Let’s not lie.

-I don’t think there’s much he isn’t into tbh. But I think one of the biggest kinks he has is utter dominance or corruption.

-Cooper loves to play the role of an average, easy going guy and silly guy but once that bedroom door closes? He has you bent over, arm around your throat and ass in the air.

-since he’s so big, he can easily overpower you and he enjoys this. Cooper loves to wrap a hand around your neck, controlling your breath as he thrusts into you.

-I feel like cooper, which would normally go against his need for cleanliness, he would love spitting. I’m not gonna go into a ton of detail but I feel like he would love to spit on your cunt, or drool into your mouth after eating you out.

-Speaking of oral…Cooper wouldn’t usually ask or expect it, I feel like one of the fastest ways to make him whimper is to suck his cock. His entire career is about other people so for someone to sink to their knees, wrap their lips around his dick and take their time to lick and suck…it would drive him crazy.

-While you give him head, Cooper tends to bob your head up and down or cup your jaw so he can feel it. He also goes inside if you slap his cock on your tongue before you take it.

-Cooper loves eating pussy. I’m talking, burying his entire face, he can’t hardly breathe but why does he need air? He pins your thighs down, spreading you as wide as possible as he fucking devours you. He humps the bed, moans and grunts from your sounds. Honestly, he eats you out for his pleasure too. Coming home, and just sinking his tongue in your pussy? He loves it.

-Cooper loves to tie you up. We all know this. He really appreciates it :) He ties your wrists in front of you. I don’t feel like he’d love it for himself though. Bonus points if he ties you up and then eats you out.

-Okay. Cooper loves to get marked up. He has a very very high tolerance for pain. He took being TAZED multiple times and was only down for a few minutes. Scratch his back, slap him, hell even bite him and leave marks. He fucking loves it. If you drag your nails down his bare back…he looks like a fucking animal.

-But Cooper also likes to be submissive. Hear me out. I don’t think I would classify him as a complete switch. But a Dom/switch leaning. Like 70 percent of the time he likes to have control, as he said. “I’m in control.” However, if you call him a good boy, play with his hair, praise him and give him kisses? He’s puddle in your hands. If you call him a sweet puppy though…he would let you walk him like a goddamn dog.

-Submissive cooper has a mommy kink in my opinion. He loves to worship your chest, play with your nipples. He wants your approval. He wants to know you’re proud of him.

-Cooper I feel like wouldn’t regularly…sext? I think if he was gone a while he would love an occasional sexy picture but I don’t think he wants to tell you what he wants to do. He wants to physically show you. But sometimes on a phone call, his breathy and deep voice saying “can’t wait to see you when I get home.” You know what he means.

-Cooper isn’t shy about PDA but I don’t think he’s over the top. I feel like he has an arm around you, or hand on your waist/hip or hold your hand. Kiss on the head. But I don’t think he’d be overboard. He’s extremely possessive though. Don’t let anyone else look at you…

-Cooper likes to have alone time. But for some reason I don’t feel like he jerks off a lot? I mean anything he’d want I’d be ass in the air, but you know what I mean? I don’t feel like he THINKS about it? Very rarely, he will jerk himself off in his fist. Thinking about you.

-Cooper is the master of dirty talk. He has the perfect balance of praise and degrading. “Fucking needy little slut huh? Mmmm, such an obedient little princess for me.”

-Cooper has more…old time nicknames for you. Sweetheart, honey, sugar, babydoll. Sometimes princess or baby girl. But primarily, I think sugar or honey.

-I feel like Cooper would have a firm pressure if he held you. He’d love to hold you on his lap, rub your back. If you rest your head on his chest, he doesn’t “play.” With your hair; but more so massages your scalp or neck.

-Cooper likes to read I think or listen to audiobooks. He’d love to listen to you talk about books to if you enjoyed reading. And he’d love recreating scenes from romance books you like …👀

-Cooper I think is a spanker. He smacks your ass as you’re walking away. Especially when you’re bent over. He’d spank it so hard it would be red. Or if you’re straddling him, he’d grip your ass. But I think he likes tits too. He’s not picky.

-Cooper doesn’t have a “type.” In my opinion. But I think personality wise, he likes nurturing and caring. Someone sweet. He can find beauty in everyone. If you’re goth like me, he’d love that too. But whatever makes you happy.

-Coopers love language towards you is gift giving and physical touch. He likes to give you things or special gifts. And he loves to touch you. I think physical touch and words of affirmation make him feel loved though. Things he didn’t get growing up.

-Last but not least, Cooper loves dad rock. (Me too) but I think he has a guilty pleasure for pop music.

If I forget anyone; I’m sorry! Tagging @xxbimbobunnyxx @lovalova444 @rosaleelovesdilfs @cryobabyy @stillwjk-channie-lixie @redhead1180 @id-rather-be-in-middle-earth @rubyfruitjungle @dinbrowneyes @cellophane-wasp @cattt777 @horrorpiggy @oceanblvd111 @waywardtigersandwich @cherryinterlude @the-ghost-code @wildgirllz @redpillbluepill @velvrei @faelvz @sararuno

I LOVED THIS IT WAS VERY EMOTIONAL BUT ALSO REALLY HOT LIKE ASUHHZZGZHYZHZYZHZHZH MY TWO FAVOURITE WORLDS COLLIDED AND I LOVE THAT

cybernetic system

pairing: winter soldier!seo changbin x afab!reader

warnings: basically post catws recovery bucky but make it changbin, memory loss, trauma, ptsd, breaking and entering, vomiting, descriptions of past torture (electroshock therapy, brainwashing, human experimentation), mentions of suicide and death, murder, identity issues/crises, self doubt, crying, established relationship, slow burn, kissing, masturbation (m & f), nonconsensual voyeurism for like .2 seconds, nipple play, metal arm kink, scar kissing, unprotected sex

w/c: 16k

a/n: happy birthday changbin!!! i’m proud to have written birthday fics for the birthday boy 2 years in a row now! this one is inspired of course by his first verse in runners, i took one listen and knew what i had to do lol. this doesn’t follow the exact plot of captain america, it’s my own little twist, so i hope that’s okay! everyone, but most especially my fellow seolars and bucky lovers, i hope you enjoy!! 🖤

he doesn’t recognize the man on the wall. 

the man in the pictures. changbin seo, The Captain had told him on the carrier before it went down. 

changbin, you’ve known me your whole life. 

your name is changbin seo. 

i’m not gonna fight you, you’re my friend. 

then finish it. ‘cause i’m with you ‘til the end of the line. 

The Asset does not have friends, and he most certainly does not smile. 

the man in the pictures is unrecognizable. a wide grin is spread across changbin seo’s face, eyes squinted and cheeks bunched in what can only be described as joy. something that only humans feel. his arms, both made of flesh and blood, are thrown around someone who is smiling just as wide. the smile is not directed outwards toward the camera, it’s directed at him. a foreign notion. The Arm whirs. 

a look to the right shows another picture on the wall. a black tuxedo, a white dress. two figures huddled over a table with something large in the middle. cake, he recalls after a moment, but he can’t be too sure. it’s foggy. changbin seo holds a utensil in his hand and is bringing it to the other person’s lips, a smile once more appearing on his face. there’s a look in his eyes that The Asset cannot name. 

his boots are silent on the floor when he turns to leave. through the window again, the way he came. 

he scopes the perimeter outside one last time and makes for the abandoned safe house. 

that’s where The Falcon finds him two days later, sitting on his cot with a stolen Captain America pamphlet from the smithsonian. 

his gun is on the table, but he makes no move for it. he keeps a knife strapped to his thigh and another in his boot anyway. The Falcon wears his civilian clothing, he doesn’t have his wings like he did on the bridge because The Asset ripped them apart. he doesn’t have his red-eye goggles or machinery either, but The Asset knows he’s carrying. a handgun, in his back pocket by the way he tucks in his shirt when he rounds the door. 

“you’re loud. you’re a shit spy,” The Asset gripes, and he turns the page of the pamphlet. there would be a bullet hole in the middle of the man’s forehead if only The Asset deemed necessary, but he doesn’t know what is and isn’t anymore. 

programming required. 

a thin box drops in front of him, and The Falcon lowers himself to the ground to sit. “and you’re a shit host. where’s the hospitality? your esteemed guest is sitting on the cold, hard floor while you’re all comfortable on your… raggedy cot.” his sentence trails off, but he kicks the box towards him regardless. 

The Asset glares. at The Falcon, then at the box, then back up again. 

“it’s just a pie, man, jesus. with those little pepperoni cups?” 

a kitchen table, two places set. crumpled, greasy napkins strewn along the turquoise mats. bare feet tangled underneath the table and hands tangled on top. 

‘do you want the last piece, changbin? here, i’ll-”

the thought is gone as soon as it starts, and The Falcon blinks owlishly at him. he rolls his eyes and reaches forward to open the box, and the smell wafts over him like a fog, greasy, cheesy, and warm. 

his stomach hollows, contorts and writhes with the ache of hunger. it claws at his insides like a beast, and it growls angrily when he watches The Falcon grab a slice of his own and shove it into his mouth. 

it has been twenty-eight days since his last maintenance check. twenty-eight days since the last time he was reprogrammed, brain fried to high heavens and body injected with so many fluids before he was frozen inside The Tank to wait for his next orders that The Asset hardly had use for eating. when they did feed him, it was always something tasteless and slushy. eating for pleasure makes no sense in his scrambled mind. only humans and animals did that, and The Asset is neither of those things. but the injections have now run their course, and his body is weak. it will collapse in on itself without sustenance. 

is this a test? it is a cruel one if it is. he doesn’t remember much, but he doesn’t think The Falcon is cruel, even after they fought rough and hard and ugly on the highway and the helicarrier. his eyes are kind. trepidatious, rightfully so, but kind. he has not been looked at with kindness in a very long time. 

“it’s not rigged with explosives or anything, dude, just eat,” The Falcon says around an unattractive mouthful of pizza. 

The Asset reaches his flesh hand down to take a piece. it’s warm, dough greasy and cheese heavy enough that when he lifts the pizza to his mouth, the end of it droops. 

he’s on his second slice before he finishes chewing the first. 

“slow down a little, alright? i imagine you haven’t eaten in a while. if you eat too fast it’ll make you sick.” 

sick…

The Falcon doesn’t need to know he has already been sick. the twenty-eight days since his last reprogramming have allowed for recent memories to worm their way slowly back into his brain. like a dam that’s cracking down the middle. not many yet, but enough. enough to make him double over and empty the meager contents of his stomach onto the concrete flooring of the safe house. enough to make him wake up thrashing from night terrors. enough to make him fear closing his eyes at all lest he see the carnage he alone is responsible for. 

fear. a new development. The Asset is not familiar with fear. 

he wonders if Captain America is. 

if changbin seo was. 

“what do you want, Falcon? how did you find me?” is what he says instead. the crust is too chewy, and he puts it back in the box. 

“oh, business names, got it. um- well, first of all. i’m jisung. you tried to kill me and now i’m buying you pizza, what a turn around. chris has already told me your name is changbin.”

chris. christopher chahn bahng. Captain America. 

“don’t call me that. that’s not- i’m not- him.” 

all of the exhibits he’s been to have shown changbin seo to be an honorable man, Captain America’s right hand before martyring himself in combat five years prior. a loyal, faithful soldier, an even better friend. a fallen brother. an adored husband. such high regard should remain untainted by the blood and death and destruction on The Asset’s hands. changbin seo’s name should never be associated with that of The Winter Soldier. 

The Arm recalibrates as he flexes his fingers. all ten, half flesh and half titanium. 

“alright, robocop, don’t shoot the messenger. jeez, tough fucking crowd. anyway, you can thank redwing for that! recon and tracking. we’ve had your face in our system since you tried to feed me to the birds. cool, huh? wanna pet him? you can, just don’t rip him apart like you tried to do to me.” 

The Falcon, jisung, smirks toothily while he chews on the crust of his pizza. 

it’s then that redwing makes itself known, a drone that was previously camouflaged against the corner of the ceiling. 

if jisung and his drone were able to find him this easily, who else could? The Captain no doubt, maybe even The Widow if he feels inclined. he’s not ready to face either yet, but the thought that something bigger could find him sends a shiver up his spine and dread coursing through his vessel. 

fear. 

there it is again. 

he doesn’t want to go back to The Chair, where he’s strapped down and shocked so thoroughly until he remembers nothing but his orders, nothing but his objective as a Weapon. he can still taste the rubber bit in his mouth, where his teeth gnashed so hard his gums bled. The Tank, where he’s frozen in cryogenic stasis until he’s needed for a mission. he can still feel the phantom chills before his body and mind are trapped in nothingness. The Handler, who oversees it all. he can still hear his voice, hear his Words. 

he doesn’t want to go back, not to Hydra. he’ll put a bullet in his own head before that happens. 

“no one knows i’m here,” jisung pacifies. he wipes his hands together and then smooths them on his jeans. “chris thought you might be in the wind by now. thought maybe you’d make your way back east and tie up some… loose ends now that the head of the snake’s been cut off. but he’ll figure it out, man. especially when it comes to you, for some reason. we’re leaving to look for you tomorrow, and he’ll keep looking when we don’t find you. he’s hell bent on it.” 

he doesn’t understand why he’s worth the trouble. the benefit is not worth the cost, he’s sure. there is no benefit. not at this point. changbin seo is dead and gone, and The Asset is irredeemable. 

“i can see the cogs turning up there. just- you’re his best friend. or you were, at least. look, i don’t know why i’m even saying this, but… i had a partner a while ago, my wingman. he was killed during a mission while we were testing a new flight prototype, and i couldn’t do a damn thing. i just- all i could do was fucking watch while he went down. if he came back like you have, i don’t- man, i don’t even know what i’d do. i think i’d do everything i could to bring him home too.” 

he does go back east, but only when news outlets and tabloid magazines show that Captain America has returned to the states. 

there is no objective now. The Asset has no direction, no authority to follow. he is used to being given concrete instructions by The Handler at the behest of Hydra, and he hasn’t seen his Handler in a month. 

he failed the last mission given to him. The Asset did not eliminate Captain America, instead, he pulled him out of the potomac when he should have left him to drown. he is rogue. defective and faulty, he is no one’s asset but his own. 

if there is no mission to follow, he will create his own, and he will not fail this time. 

he finds The Handler standing above a whore in a seedy motel in kiev. his pants are around his ankles when The Asset slits his throat and listens to him choke. the woman looks momentarily stunned from her spot on the floor before she starts screaming. a freshly wiped Winter Soldier would have killed her with no hesitation. she is collateral, a hindrance, a means to an end, but he doesn’t even look at her before stalking out of the room without looking back. 

blood stains the carpet. another body added to his long, long list. this one though, his own choice. 

he doesn’t know whose screams are louder, the ones he leaves behind in the motel room or changbin seo’s in his head. 

soft fingers trace the scar on his chin, a body turned towards him in bed. smiling cheeks, minty breath, a nuzzle to his nose. he’s content. 

“my arm is numb,” he laughs. someone uses it as a pillow, but he doesn’t really mind. he doesn’t mind at all. 

“but i’m comfy!” the person says. “changbin. bin, i love you. i’m so happy you’re home with me.” something rustles at the end of the bed. a dog, playfully corn cobbing the comforter and pawing at the shape of entwined feet. 

his other hand moves to cup a smiling cheek, he just wants to touch. flesh fingers prod at the person’s lips, plush and smooth with residual chapstick. he can taste it on his tongue. he closes his eyes to take everything in, and when he opens them again, metal fingers are wrapped tightly around an unsuspecting throat. 

“changbin…?” 

his name is strained. his name is strained because his fingers are pressing hard against the person’s windpipe and interrupting the flow of oxygen. a kink in the hose. the plates in his Arm clack as he tightens his grip. 

he wakes up thrashing in his cot, a scream ricocheting off the walls of the safe house.

there’s a blanket on the couch that wasn’t there the last time. he remembers that. it hasn’t been too long since he’s been here, and as time continued to pass, the weight of his memories have broken the dam. The Soldier’s came first, then changbin’s, although there is still plenty that’s spotty. 

his flesh hand takes the corner of the blanket and rubs it between his fingers. it’s soft, something someone might pull over their legs while watching television or curling up with a book. 

he walks slowly around the living area and takes it in. the pictures on the wall, the decor, the placement of furniture. 

he lived here once. 

his feet padded across these floors, he danced in the kitchen, he brushed his teeth at the sink in the bathroom. 

he lived here once. 

he lived here with his partner. 

he’s married, or at least he was. 

can he still be married if he lost the hand his wedding band was on? can he still be married if his partner believes him to be dead? 

maybe he can be, but does he deserve it after everything he’s done? 

a picture frame on the small table beside the couch catches his attention. The Asset picks it up to inspect it further and has to catch himself on the arm of the couch before he falls to the floor, overwhelmed with the force of the memory that comes flooding back into his head. 

“it’s beautiful.” a wet voice, a trembling smile. 

your voice. your smile. 

changbin’s fingers reach up to wipe steadily falling tears off of sticky cheeks. his own smile is watery, and his chin quivers. the ring is beautiful, but it looks even more so on your precious finger. 

the small diamond on the right is from your grandmother’s wedding ring. what a surprise it was when she pulled him aside after his third christmas dinner with your family and gifted it to him for this purpose only. a soft, wrinkled hand cupped his own calloused one and hugged him tight, paired with a fierce whisper of ‘you take care of my baby’ spoken into his pinkening ear. 

the diamond on the left is his mother’s. her wedding ring had three: one for changbin, one for his sister, and one saved just for her. it sits on your finger now because you’re part of his family. his mother will tell you she knew you were his one before he did, but he knew you were it for him from the moment he laid eyes on you. call him a sap. 

the diamond in the middle he picked out himself. 

he knew he made the right choice, but he can’t help but breathe a sigh of relief knowing that you can’t stop looking at it. his smile widens as you hold your hand in front of yourself and stare, wiggling your fingers lightly to watch the way the candlelight hits the diamonds on your engagement ring.  

when you look up at him, his lungs nearly give out. you’re too beautiful that he can’t catch his breath. he almost drops to one knee all over again. 

“can we take a picture?!” you blubber, and he laughs. you’re precious to him. changbin wipes your tears again and goes back over the tracks with his lips, kissing down your face so that he can bring another smile to your lips. 

your hands are shaking when you pull out your phone. he’s not surprised when you hand it to him, and he’s not ashamed to say his hands are shaking just as bad. your hand comes up to cup his cheek; he feels the coolness of the band against his splotchy skin, and he nearly tears up again. the pictures will be blurry, there’s almost no doubt about it. 

changbin drops his hand when you turn to him, phone camera focused on nothing but the carpeted floor of your living room. 

“i love you,” you say, and it’s the best, most gratifying thing he’s ever had the blessing of hearing. “i’ll love you forever. you’re my person, i want to love you for the rest of my life.” 

when he comes to, the sun has nearly risen. The Asset blinks himself out of his reverie just in time to hear the distant creak of a bed, a gentle, tired voice. he places the picture frame haphazardly on the table again and is out the window before he has time to process anything. 

the window shuts with a click. out just the way he came.

as always, The Asset scopes the perimeter before he leaves for his safe house. 

his face itches. he’s antsy, and his flesh hand comes to swipe anxiously at his cheek. 

when he looks at his fingers, they’re wet. 

the face looking back at him in the mirror is nearly as unrecognizable as the one in the pictures on the wall of his old house. his eyes are sunken; his hair is greasy. 

there’s a few bathroom amenities in the corner of the abandoned safe house. a rusty sink, a smudged mirror, a toilet, a spigot in the wall, a drain in the floor. he needs a haircut almost as badly as he needs a shower, but he takes care of his hair first, scrounging through the desk in the opposite corner and finding an old pair of scissors that will do the trick. black clumps of hair fall into the dingy sink as he hacks away at the chin-length strands. it’s uneven when he’s done, a little choppy, but better than it was. it’s nothing a cap can’t cover up. 

turning to face the spigot in the wall is more daunting than taking scissors to his hair. he remembers being shoved into shower cubicles and sprayed with cold water like a dog. he remembers the high pressure water hose too, and a chill courses through his body right where he stands when he thinks of the aftermath. bruises, rashes, welts. the tender, mangled scarring that lines his titanium Arm torn open and bleeding. he can’t put it off any longer; he throws off his clothes and steps under the spigot, turning the knob and jolting as the cold water hits his skin. it makes him hiss, he cries out. his shoulders curl in on themselves, but he straightens back up to wet his hair. 

it’s all he’s felt for years, the cold, but he still can’t seem to get used to it. 

there’s an old bar of soap in the corner that he uses to wash his body and his hair. the water is so cold against his skin that his teeth chatter, but he’s gentler with himself than The Handler ever was. he washes himself efficiently enough and quickly turns the knob to turn the water off. there’s no grime underneath his nails anymore; the hair on his legs is no longer matted with dirt. his vessel is scrubbed clean. 

it’s warm enough outside and in the safe house that his shivering dies down as he moves around, but he still can’t help but wish he could wrap himself in the soft blanket from your couch. 

his hair curls as it air dries, and he hides it underneath a baseball cap after he dresses himself. they’re stolen clothes, jeans and a baggy hoodie to cover his titanium Arm, but they fit him well enough. 

a hesitant look in the mirror has him grimacing. it hits him then that he looks more like the man in the pictures now than he has in years, since he fell from the train and was made into a killer, a monster. he looks like changbin. like The Captain's best friend and your loving husband, but he doesn’t feel like him. he doesn’t think he ever will again. 

if he looks like changbin, is that who he is? is he changbin? he doesn’t know. he doesn’t think he can be. he doesn’t think he deserves to be. 

his head is full of memories that aren’t — are? — his own. some of them feel too good to be true, the memories that don’t belong to The Soldier feel like a dream he hardly wants to wake up from. he doesn’t know what’s real or what’s fake. if the nostalgia-filled memories in his head are just the product of his battered, broken mind trying to heal itself after all he’s done. 

his head is starting to hurt, and he presses his fingers against his throbbing temples as if it will quell the pain. 

he needs a sandwich. 

there’s a bell on the door handle that jingles when he walks into the diner. he’s been here enough times now that the noise doesn’t startle him anymore, and he shyly lifts his flesh hand up to wave at the middle-aged woman behind the cash register. 

he doesn’t stop to wait at the counter like the other patrons, not since the first time he came in, so he makes his way to his favorite booth in the corner and slides into the seat. 

The Asset bides his time by taking a napkin from the holder at the end of the table and placing it neatly in front of him. the fork comes next, he pulls it from the cutlery bag and sits it atop of the napkin. 

it doesn’t take much longer before ma brings over his club sandwich with a side of chilled pasta salad and an ice cold glass of water to drink. ma, the owner of the diner. she has curly salt-and-pepper hair and a silver tooth that matches the color of his titanium Arm. 

“you got a haircut,” she notes. she pulls a straw out of the apron around her waist and places it beside his drink. “i like it! less scruffy.” 

“dennis is scruffy.” 

“i know. couldn’t be assed with shaving all week, ‘s what he said. he tried to kiss me this morning ‘n’ it felt like gettin’ kissed by a damn critter.” she turns to look at the middle-aged man behind the counter with a grimace and he meets her eyes with a wink. she turns back and rolls her eyes, but she’s not angry, she’s not annoyed. The Asset can tell by her body language and the growing smile on her face that she is fond. “he’ll bring you your pie when you’re done. you better tell’im ma wants all that hair gone unless he wants to sleep on the porch tonight with the raccoons.” 

“yes ma’am, i’ll be sure to relay the message.” 

the smile that spreads across his face is slow. he hasn’t smiled in a long time; it feels foreign, but ma smiles back anyway. she takes the rag from the pocket of her apron and thwacks him on the shoulder lightly as she walks away. The Asset tenses but relaxes right away. her intention was not to hurt him, he isn’t being punished because there is nothing to be punished for. 

from the moment he stumbled into the diner weeks ago nearly delirious with hunger, ma has been kind to him. 

“pick out whatever you like on the menu. it’s on the house tonight,” she had said that first night. he didn’t know what to do; there was a stolen wallet sitting fresh in his pocket that he could use to pay for his meal, but she shook her head resolutely when he tried to pull it out. “i know a vet when i see one, ‘n’ you look a little worse for wear right now. how about you go sit down in one of the empty booths, can you do that? wave me over when you pick out something that tickles your fancy.” 

dennis’ club sandwich has been his go-to since that night, and he’s nearly through the first half of the club when the bell on the door jingles. 

he knows who it is without looking up. 

The Captain’s hesitant steps trail towards the counter, but The Asset can tell he’s being watched. he only looks up when he hears a slight commotion at the counter. dennis fumbles with the cups he’s stacking beside the register, and ma nudges him out of the way. 

“go sit down, honey. let’s not burn the place down now that Captain America’s here,” she jokes, and The Captain laughs. “can i get you anything special?” 

“maybe- maybe one of those famous milkshakes of yours? i’m just… here to see a friend.” 

he feels eyes on him again, and his eyebrows furrow as he takes a big bite of his sandwich. The Arm whirs underneath the sleeve of his hoodie. 

“you know lewis? well alrighty then! go sit, i’ll bring your milkshake right over when it’s ready.” 

The Captain drums his fingers against the counter for a moment and nods, turning on his heels to make his way slowly towards his booth. it’s almost as if he’s trying not to spook a skittish animal - he walks slowly, both of his hands are in plain sight. he stands almost shyly at the opposite side of the booth, and it’s not until The Soldier cocks his head towards the seat that he sits down across from him. 

he clears his throat once, twice. “lewis, huh? you- you remember that?” 

“i remember,” he gruffs, jamming his fork into his medium side of pasta salad. “i wanted an english name too. wanted to be called luck, but you said lewis fit me better. guess that makes sense now.” 

“there was another one too, yeah? you hated it! i- i remember that.  you wouldn’t even entertain it!” 

“fucking bartholomew,” The Asset huffs, head shaking. “i can’t even spell that.” 

“i really don’t think i can either,” The Captain laughs. he’s smiling wide, dimples popping on his cheeks, but his hands are restless. he folds his hands together on top of the table, props his chin on them, rubs anxiously at his earlobes. 

they’re silent for a moment, and Captain America watches as he takes a bite of his club. his eyes linger on his titanium fingers that peek out of the sleeve of his hoodie, but they snap away quickly, just in time for ma to bring over his vanilla milkshake with whipped cream on top. she looks between the two of them before she places a straw beside The Captain’s milkshake. she’s gone as soon as she came, whistling a tune as she heads back over to the register to count change until another customer comes in.  

The Asset sighs. 

“i’m not him, you know. not anymore.” 

“you are,” The Captain says, and he leans forward earnestly, elbows knocking on the wood before he jams a stubborn finger into the top of the checkered table to make his point. “he’s you. he’s- he’s in there. you wouldn’t have pulled me out of the river if he wasn’t.” 

the first sign of his malfunction, pulling The Captain out of the potomac. The Asset knew something had gone wrong with his programming as soon as he dragged Captain America’s limp body to the muddy riverbank. that wasn’t all, either, he remembers. he stood above the man to make sure his chest was rising and falling before he limped into the weeds. he should have reported back to Hydra, he should have been wiped clean and re-programmed to try again until he completed his mission, but he didn’t. 

“i don’t know why i did that.” he shakes his head. he doesn’t know. he doesn’t know. he does know. 

but is it real? 

he’s supposed to be meeting his sister at the bus stop, but a commotion from the playground behind the school catches his attention before he can make it very far. changbin clutches the strap of his bookbag and peeks around the corner of the brick wall to see big-headed bully jared wright push another boy roughly into the pole of the swingset. he falls to the ground with an oof, but he gets up quickly and holds his fists in front of his face. 

“i can do this all day,” changbin hears the boy say, and jared knocks him square in the jaw. 

changbin’s never been in a fight before. his eyes widen when the other boy goes for a hit and misses completely only to be met with the knuckles of jared’s mean fist again. his momma has always told him that violence isn’t the answer, run the other way and find an adult as fast as you can. 

his sister told him never to start a fight, but to finish it instead. 

changbin’s metal lunchbox collides with the back of jared wright’s big head with a clang, and he shouts and spins around angrily. jared clutches the back of his head and teeters on his feet. 

“hey, asshole! pick on someone your own size!” changbin yells. he’s sweating, nervous, and strands of his long hair stick to his chin. he swings his lunchbox again; it collides with the side of jared’s head this time. the hit shunts him to the side, and changbin lifts his foot and kicks him on the behind. jared’s feet scramble in the sand as he tries to get away. he turns back toward them with an angry glare but keeps going, jogging wobbly away from the playground. 

the boy sits dazed in front of the swingset, so changbin reaches his hand out. he takes it with no hesitation, standing shakily on his feet with changbin’s help. his lip is bleeding, his cheek is already forming a nasty bruise, but he wipes his hands together to clean the sand from his scraped palms before extending his hand for changbin to shake. 

“thanks for that. i- i mean, i coulda taken him, but that was really nice of you. i’m chris! what’s your name?” 

“my name is changbin seo, i’m seven.” 

“seo, huh? hey, your sister’s in my class!” 

“please don’t tell her i said a bad word. she’ll hit me with her headphone cord and tell my mom.” 

“it can be our secret! i owe you big time anyway.” 

The Captain’s eyes are patient when he finally rouses from the memory. there’s no expectation in his gaze, in chris’ gaze, just an open kindness that The Asset still isn’t used to experiencing. 

“i think- i mean, i think you do know. you always helped me out when i needed it the most, you know? that’s the type of person changbin is. that’s who you are.” 

yes, the voice in his head says fiercely. that’s who we are. 

“i’ve done things,” he whispers. his throat is tight. his chest is tight. he’s done so many things. evil, wretched things. he killed without question and without hesitation, families decimated by his hands at the command of Hydra. men, women, children. he was their Weapon. The Fist of Hydra. he can never begin to atone for all that he’s done, for even an ounce of the pain he’s caused. 

“i have too,” chris replies. his gaze drops to the table before it snaps back up. “i’ve done things i can never forgive myself for, and i have to live with that. but changbin… bin, that wasn’t you. they- they made you do those things. none of it was your fault.” 

he nods. it’s slow, but he is hesitantly willing to admit that he doesn’t think he chose any of this. he fell from the freight car and woke up in an underground Hydra facility. The Asset was born there, but changbin seo would have never chosen to give his life to Hydra. “but i still did it.” 

chris is slow to speak. he’s silent for a long while; the only sounds around them are dennis sweeping the floor and the low murmurs of the baseball game on the television above the counter. 

“you don’t have to do that anymore,” he says slowly. “you don’t ever have to do that again. you went back east, yeah? The Winter Soldier got his answers, right? when- when you found him?” 

The Handler. 

“i wasn’t looking for answers,” he says. no explanation could ever justify what he had been put through for so many years. no explanation or reason why could heal him, could fill the void in his chest or patch the fissures of his mind. “that was vengeance.” 

chris gives an understanding nod, like his answer makes all the sense in the world. chris always understood him, maybe that never changed. 

“are you satisfied?” 

is he? a feeling like that, is it possible? he isn’t sure, he hasn’t felt in years. 

“i can have a team ready tonight,” chris barrels on. “you just say the word. we can help you find them, take them all out if that’s what you think you need. if it’ll help.” 

he has no urge to go back east again, and he’s not stupid enough to think Hydra bases aren’t scattered around the states. if Hydra was able to infiltrate s.h.i.e.l.d, they could be anywhere. he has no urge to face them. not right now, at least. maybe one day, if he’s more stable and can think more rationally, if his mind can tell the difference between killing because that’s what he’s made for and killing the dregs of Hydra because it will make the world safer. 

“there’s nothing for me there. not now.” 

chris nods again. it’s life-changing, he would have been hit for giving an answer The Handler didn’t like, strapped to The Chair and fried to hell and back if he faltered or showed a hint of agency. he was never given the option to make choices for himself. now, chris sits across from him and asks him what he wants. 

“that side of you found what it needed, and i’m really, really glad. that’s a step forward, yeah? maybe you can find answers for changbin now. and y’know, i’m not the same chris you knew before… people change. it’s okay if you’re not the same changbin. no one will expect that from you, alright? not after- not after all you’ve been through. all you’ve overcome.” 

he cannot be changbin seo from five years ago. he can never be him again, even with his stolen memories steadily falling back into their rightful places. he doesn’t want to be The Asset, but he doesn’t know who he is if he is not The Asset, The Weapon, The Soldier. 

changbin was a good man. a loyal, selfless friend, a loving husband, a son, a brother. if he has the choice, if he can choose to be anyone he would want to be that man again, but— 

“i don’t know where to start.” 

chris does that for him. 

the morning after their meeting at the diner, chris rings your doorbell. he’s nervous, just as jittery and restless as he was when he sat across from him in the booth for the first time in over five years. he knows that chris is nervous, because he’s staked out on the roof of your neighbor’s house keeping watch. that, chris does not know. 

chris leaves his sight when the front door opens for him, and he waits with bated breath until he sees the man through the window in the living room. his window. 

his breath all but leaves his lungs when you turn from the door. his memories don’t do you justice, the beautiful curves and angles of your body, the smile on your face when you pull his friend into your arms for a hug. if only he could hear your voice. 

the serum heightened every aspect of his being. his musculature, his stature, his sight, his hearing, but he’s too far away to hear the goings on inside the house. he doesn’t know if he could bear it anyway; he is aware of the news you’re about to receive. he doesn’t know if he could handle the sound of your reaction because even the thought of it is sending his heart plummeting into his stomach. 

even though he is anxious, he doesn’t fidget. he may not want to be The Asset anymore, but he will never be able to unlearn what he was programmed for. there were times when he would spend days on a solitary mission, sitting completely motionless and unwavering with a trained eye peering through the scope of a sniper rifle. this is what he’s good at. he can wait. 

it all falls from the cracks when you lift yourself shakily from the couch and stumble over your own feet as you try to take a step. chris is up immediately, catching your elbow in his strong grip to keep you from falling. 

he’s off the roof and pressed against the side of your house in a second, heartbeat thundering in his chest. he can hear you now, hear your trembling inhales and your frantic, choked voice when you speak over the thunderous sounds of kitchen cabinets slamming open and shut. 

“he’ll- he’ll be hungry when he- when he comes home. i n-need- he loves pasta. chris, i don’t have any! i don’t- i don’t have any pasta! i c-can’t- chris!” 

his head turns away from the window when he hears you fall to the floor. chris follows you again, he hears that too, hears his best friend drop to his knees in your kitchen to hold you while you weep for the husband you thought you had lost for good. for him. 

every part of him aches. it overcomes him so completely that he has to grit his teeth before he shouts. he aches to hold you in his arms, to rock you gently back and forth until the wails that claw themselves raggedly from your throat calm into exhausted whimpers, but he can’t. 

he isn’t ready. 

he doesn’t know if he’s capable of that, doesn’t know if the titanium Arm that recalibrates and whirs and clanks on the left side of his body is capable of anything other than harm. can his voice still soothe you? would he even have the words to try? 

will you still love him when you find out what he’s done? when you learn that your husband has been made into a monster, a killer. will you look at him in disgust? will you fear him like everyone else has?

you should. he deserves that, but he doesn’t think he can bear it. his battered heart would stop beating in his chest. 

he moves to crouch underneath your window when your cries finally quiet down. chris leads you back to the couch and your feet follow clumsily. they drag against the carpet; he can hear the way you slump pitifully onto the sofa. 

you cry again when chris tells you what he knows. he doesn’t tell you everything, just like he promised at the diner. you know that he’s alive, you know he was kidnapped and experimented on and brainwashed, but chris keeps the more difficult details to himself. they’re not for you to know. not now, not so soon, maybe not ever. you might not come back from it. he barely even thinks he can. 

“is- is he safe?” you sob. “chris, is he safe? those people that hurt him… will they come back for him?” 

with the Hydra-infiltrated s.h.i.e.l.d in shambles, Hydra’s high ranking officers will be scrambling. he is not their top priority; they have other Winter Soldiers they can weaponize. he is safe as long as he lays low and stays off the radar. 

“if they do, they’re gonna have to go through me,” chris says. they’ve tried before, and they failed. “i promise you he’s safe. we’ve been… keeping an eye on him. if anything changes, we’ll know. we’ll be ready.” 

you’re silent for a while, contemplating probably. your breath still hitches with softening cries, you still snivel every few seconds, but he perks up when he hears your voice again. 

“i don’t- i don’t know if i’ll believe that until i see him for myself,” you whisper. “i know you’re telling me the truth, i know you are, but- but. y-you know? i need- i need to see his face. i- i need to touch him, i need to feel him. chris, it hurts. my heart- my heart hurts. oh, changbin. changbin.” 

he can’t believe you still want to see him, that you still want him to come home. 

chris is long gone by the time he lifts himself from the ground underneath your window, the sun has set and the crickets are chirping from the bushes. he presses his ear once more to the side of your house; dog paws are scrambling on the tile floor of the kitchen, the refrigerator door opens and closes. 

he backs away slowly and surveys the perimeter before making the trek to his safe house. 

the bedroom door is halfway open the next time he lets himself in through the window. he stops in his tracks, staring unblinking into the darkness of your room. he can see the shape of your bed, your head on the pillow, and he can tell by the sound of your breath that you’re thankfully sound asleep. it’s deep, you’ve been asleep for a while. 

did you leave it open for him?

as always, his boots are silent on the carpet as he walks his way around the living room. his flesh fingers reach out to touch the soft blanket that still sits on the corner of your couch, pinching the soft fabric between two fingers and rubbing. he glances at pictures, thumbs the corner of your wedding picture and blinks his eyes hard to stop the sting. 

he’s surprised to see the light above the stove has been left on in the kitchen. you don’t usually leave it on - at least not in the handful of times he has let himself inside. it’s always turned off, and your bedroom door is always closed shut. he should turn it off for you, he thinks, what if you left it on by accident? but maybe you didn’t. he shouldn’t change something you might have done on purpose; he doesn’t want to upset you or give you a reason to be angry. 

he’s conflicted. his sudden and unexpected acquisition of agency makes him more and more uncertain every day. there are so many things he doesn’t know, so many things that he could do wrong because there is no one there to give him concrete instructions anymore. 

it’s the first time his feet have taken him anywhere other than the living room. he steps carefully into the kitchen and is immediately stopped in his tracks again, uncertainty stripping away almost as soon as it came. 

there’s a pot on the stove, and beside it, a plastic, pink bowl with a matching fork. a quilted dishcloth is placed over the open pot. he lifts the corner of the cloth and is met with a garlicky smell that he immediately remembers. his mouth waters, and he swallows thickly. 

you made his favorite pasta. 

it’s garnished on top with what looks to be parsley and red pepper flakes. he doesn’t use the bowl; it would make too much noise, but he gingerly picks up the fork with his flesh hand and twirls it slowly when he leans over the pot. his eyes close when he brings the fork to his mouth and chews slowly, the flavor bursting on his tongue. it’s oily, it’s garlicky, it’s fresh with hints of lemon juice, just like he remembered. 

“eating from the pot like a caveman, i see. you don’t want a bowl?” 

you stand on your tiptoes behind him as he stands over the pot of aglio e olio on the burner to eat his dinner straight from the source. your arms wrap around his waist, and he squirms when your hands sneak underneath his t-shirt to pet at the warm skin of his belly. 

“i don’t need a bowl! it’s too good. i couldn’t wait…” 

changbin turns in your grasp and offers you a bite, bringing the fork to your lips and cupping his hand underneath in case some of the noodles slip from the utensil. your cheeks bulge when you chew, and it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen. changbin coos and pets his thumb against the soft skin of your chewing cheek. 

he takes another bite, and another, and another, until half of the pasta in the pot is gone. you made it for him, at least he thinks you did, but he shouldn’t be greedy and eat it all when he doesn’t know if you’ve had any. he places the dishcloth back on top of the pot and walks to the sink, gingerly laying the fork down in it now that he’s done. he leaves the unused bowl by the pot and makes the decision to turn off the stove light as well. when he turns around to head back into the living room, he’s stopped in his tracks for the third time that night. 

a small dog sits in the doorway of the kitchen. 

his heart plummets to his stomach. what does he do now? there are so many synapses firing in his brain, and the uncertainty is back with a vengeance. does he kill the dog? will he have to? he doesn’t want to, but he can’t face you yet, not tonight. he can’t risk the barking waking you up. 

he’s not ready. 

but he doesn’t have to worry for long, because all your dog does is waddle up to him with a wagging, tucked tail to lay on his boots. she wiggles and squirms and flips onto her back, tail thumping quickly against the tile floor of the kitchen. it’s louder than he likes, even louder when she starts frantically whimpering for his attention until he crouches down to hesitantly pet her small head with his flesh hand. 

she’s alone in her kennel at the shelter. 

she had a bath today; her silky fur smells like apples, and her nails are trimmed neatly. the laminated paper beside the fenced in kennel she occupies says that her name is sadie, and she’s a cavalier king charles spaniel just like chris’ dog berry. changbin’s senses are overwhelmed by the cacophony of barking dogs in the other kennels in the shelter, but she sits quietly, looking up at the two of you with sparkling eyes that he knows are making you melt.  

she’s a recent mother, the attendant says as he stops before her kennel, all of her pups have been adopted. she was a good mama to them, fed them well and played well with them too until one-by-one they were taken away - a gift for a child, a surprise birthday present for a grandfather. 

changbin knows she’s the one when you start to tear up, when you clutch his shoulder and pull him into you until he’s bumping against your chest. he’s never had a pet before, not even when he was little. he’s allergic to animal fur, and taking medicine or getting shots just seemed like too much effort for something he wasn’t even positive he wanted. 

he doesn’t think that now. not anymore, when he sees the sweet, tender look on your face as you watch sadie, alone and newly childless in her kennel. he knows he’d do whatever he had to do in order to take her home and make you happy. 

“is she trained?” he asks, and the attendant nods. she’s a good dog, knows how to use the bathroom outside and is good with children and other dogs. she can even do some tricks. 

you pull changbin closer towards the cage, and her fluffy tail swishes against the hard, concrete floor. she meets you at the grated door, snuffles and licks at your outstretched palm and wiggles when you stick your finger through the wiring to stroke her soft head. 

she licks at changbin’s hand too, and he snatches it away with a surprised laugh. he reaches out again and lets her smell the tips of his fingers. you tear up once more when she rests her chin in his palm. changbin kisses the side of your head and thinks that this is the perfect start to your little family. 

he asks for the papers immediately and sneezes the entire drive home. 

five years have been kinder to her than they have to him. sadie’s eyebrows and nose are sprinkled powdered sugar-white with age, and even the soft tufts of fur on her ears are scattered with white. she remembers him, just like he remembers her, and her tail keeps swishing when he cups her little face in his hand. 

“hi puppy,” he whispers. he sits down silently on the tile floor of your kitchen and lets her climb up his thighs. she licks frantically at his neck and his face and sticks her cold nose into his ear. “hi sadie.” 

her fur is so soft underneath his fingers. you keep her clean, you keep her happy and well fed and loved. she whiffs confusedly at his Arm, and he immediately goes stock still while she smells up and down the titanium limb. sadie cocks her head when the plates on his Arm shift; her ears perk and twitch cutely. if he moves, he could hurt her. he never wants to hurt her. 

he sits unmoving and silent on your kitchen floor. only his fingers move, flesh fingers, scratching lightly at her ears and rubbing at the side of her soft, round belly. sadie dozes in his lap, her little front paws curled snugly under her chest. one of her hind legs slips slowly down his thigh, but she’s comfortable, and he won’t move her until he has to. 

she’s so small. she’s so small, and she sleeps peacefully in his lap like she doesn’t care that he isn’t responsible for carnage as long as he scratches her ears. like the blood on his hands doesn’t stain her precious fur. 

he eases his petting, softens the movement of his fingers. he has to be careful; he has to make sure he doesn’t hurt her. 

he sits for so long on the kitchen floor that the lower half of his body goes numb, but it isn’t until the night turns slowly into dawn that he stands up with sadie in his arms. he needs to leave. he has to leave before you wake up, so he pads slowly to the living room and sets sadie on the carpet. she turns and runs straight back into your bedroom where she came. his heart pangs for a moment because she left him so quickly, but when he looks towards your bedroom it pangs for another reason. 

sadie sits on the edge of the bed and wags her tail. 

“come to bed, baby, sadie and i are waiting for you.” 

you’re asleep on the far side of the bed, body turned away from the open door. he always slept closest to it, and now, sadie sits in his spot and waits for him to join. her tail picks up speed when he steps closer, but he takes hold of the doorknob and closes it lightly instead. he presses his forehead to the closed door and breathes shakily. 

it takes him longer to leave this time. he doesn’t want to, he realizes when he closes the window, but he scopes the perimeter as always and leaves regardless. the walk back to his safe house hurts like it never has before. 

he doesn’t want to leave. 

he wants to come home. 

it doesn’t hit him until he’s laying on his cot and willing his eyes shut that he never sneezed once. the serum is certainly the reason for that. five years ago, holding sadie for that long would have had his nose running and eyes burning if he hadn’t taken his medicine. 

the serum changed everything. it kept him alive after he fell from the freight car, it made him nearly invincible in battle and on missions, it fixed his fucking allergies. 

everything is different, and things will never be how they once were. 

he curls onto his side and lets himself cry.

he stills when his boots step silently onto the carpet of your living room. you didn’t rouse with the muted click of the window opening, and you still remain fast asleep on the couch even when he stands mere feet from you. 

he can hear his blood rushing in his ears. his heart feels like it’s three sizes too big in his chest, swelling like a balloon that’s fit to burst with ever growing pressure. it’s the closest he’s been to you in half a decade, and it almost sends him to his knees. 

you’re waiting for him. it’s something he just knows. he’s not sure how, but he knows it deep in his bones. 

he’s killed people like this, unsuspecting and sound asleep in their beds. he watched the blood seep into their pillows, watched their bodies grow cold before fleeing the scene and leaving no trace.  

now, all he does is watch you rest. he watches your chest rise and fall, watches your eyes move underneath your closed eyelids. are you dreaming? do you dream of him like he dreams of you? your hands are curled under your chin, and he aches to touch you so badly that he almost reaches out and does it. he touches the blanket instead, the soft one on the corner of your couch. it’s unfolded and in his hands before he can register that he even picked it up, and he gently drapes it across your sleeping body. 

sadie wags her tail all the while, impatiently waiting her turn for his attention. she’s circling his feet and pawing at his legs until he bends down to cup her head and rub her ears. 

he can’t risk waking you up, so he doesn’t pace his way around the living room like he normally does. he sits across from you instead, in the small recliner beside the television, and sadie paws at him again to let him know she wants to sit in his lap.

he sits. he pets sadie, he sits, and he waits. 

he wants to come home, but is he ready? is he too dangerous to be around you? does he deserve it? he doesn’t know the right answer to any of the questions bouncing around in his mind, he hardly ever does anymore. what he does know, though, is that it feels right to be here, like something has clicked into place. it feels like this is where he’s supposed to be. here with you, here with sadie. 

The Soldier can’t want; he has never been allowed, but he wants this, and he shouldn’t. it’s so selfish, and he can’t be selfish with you. not when the force of his memories have broken the weakened dam of his mind, not when the currents of it will rise and rush and devastate anyone in his path. the people in his newfound life are collateral because of the damage that’s been done to him. he can’t let it take you like it has him. you’ve suffered enough; he won’t let himself be the reason you suffer more. he’s not ready, it isn’t time— 

he places sadie on the floor and makes for the window. he has to go, he can’t let you see him like this. this battered, this bruised, this broken. the window snicks open - an easy escape, but he pauses still, looking out into the night as he wills himself to leave the warmth of the home he once shared with you. 

his back is to you when he hears your breathing stutter. your heart rate accelerates, pounding hard in your chest when you see his figure in front of your open window. he can hear you sit up, hears your fingers tighten their hold on the blanket he draped over you earlier. 

“c-changbin?” 

it’s forced from your throat, something small and meek, like it takes everything in you to use your voice. even so, it’s a birdsong. it rejuvenates his withered soul, a soothing aloe to his very being. 

his head droops. he sags against the windowsill, and your arms are around him just before his knees hit the ground. he’s slumped against the wall, groaning deep in his throat before he curls in on himself. your fingers wrap themselves in the baggy fabric of his worn hoodie, they pet his choppy hair, caress his sunken face. he can feel the chill of the ring on your finger, the ring he gave you. his body isn’t used to being touched this gently. he flinches on reflex, but his flesh hand grips the fabric of your sleep pants fiercely when you try to separate yourself from him. he hasn’t felt tender intimacy and kindness in so long that your touch is life-altering. is this what he has been missing? is this what they took from him? 

“you made me pasta,” is all he says, before his body wracks with horrible sobs. 

you clutch him to your chest, your heart is a hummingbird wing. 

“you came home to me,” you whimper into his hair. you hold him like you can’t believe he’s in your arms, and sadie wriggles herself into your embrace to lick frantically at his wet cheeks. he holds her tiny body to his chest while you hold him to yours. 

“i’m sorry,” he chokes. “i’m so sorry. don’t- don’t make me go. please don’t send me away.” 

he’s nearly inconsolable, everything feels like it’s crashing down on him at once. his words are garbled with sobs, but you understand him anyway, bearing the heavy weight of the left side of his body in your lap as you begin to rock him from side to side. the steady press of your body warms the titanium of his Arm through his hoodie. 

“oh baby, never. never, oh, changbin.” you touch his face again. his cheeks are sticky wet, and he reluctantly lets you tilt his chin up so that you can look at him. he’s ashamed; he can’t open his eyes, but you thumb the weeping edges of them and they open on their own. you’re already crying, but your face crumples when you look into his eyes for the first time. he hates himself for it - he doesn’t deserve the tears you cry for him, but he’ll hold onto them like a liferaft. you cry because you still care about him, and that’s the only thing that keeps him from drowning. 

he sleeps on the floor in the guest bedroom, and you make pasta almost every night for dinner. 

when you knock on his half-open door, he’s shirtless and scrounging through the dresser in the corner for clothes. 

“o-oh, were you going to take a shower?”

he wasn’t, but if you’re asking, does that mean you want him to? he must smell bad, so he shouldn’t say no. 

“yes,” he lies, and he looks towards the bathroom door with slight trepidation. you don’t notice the look in his eyes because your eyes are locked on his Arm. his ears flush red, shame curling hot in his gut and spreading like an infection. it was already bad enough that he lost his arm during his fall from the freight car, then Hydra went and implanted the titanium appendage to his shoulder. frankenstein’s monster. the skin around his bionic Arm is mangled with ugly scarring, jagged and bulbous and tender pink. he doesn’t want you to see it, a permanent spotlight to the atrocities he’s committed and the guilt he lives with. “it’s an eyesore, huh?” 

“no,” you immediately say. your heartbeat doesn’t waver, and he doesn’t know what to make of that. “just another part of you.” 

“you’re crazy,” he laughs humorlessly, and he doesn’t realize what he said until it’s out of his mouth. he stiffens, body expecting some sort of punishment after making such a snide comment, but all you do is laugh in return. 

“and you still married me anyway!” 

you quiet down when you step closer to him, your body suddenly so close that he can feel the heat radiating off of you on his bare chest. your eyes trace the scarring of his Arm, and the shame spreads further when he sees the sadness pool in them. he knows that you won’t hurt him, your hands have only ever brought him comfort, but he flinches anyway when your hand lifts slightly to touch the titanium. he rears the Arm away from you, suddenly petrified.

“no! no, p-please no- you can’t. it could-” 

hurt you. it goes unsaid because he can’t bring himself to say it out loud. it could hurt you, it could kill you. The Arm is part of what made him one of the best Weapons that Hydra ever had. he can’t let you touch it. he can’t let it rot your innocent fingers. 

he hates himself even more when you shut yourself in his bathroom. he can hear you crying, pained whimpers and harsh breathing, and he hates himself. he should stop being selfish, he should have never stayed when all he does is make you suffer. 

but the urge to comfort you is stronger than the urge to leave, the ache wraps itself around his bones like barbed wire and keeps him rooted where he stands until he’s knocking softly on the bathroom door. he can hear you sniffle harshly to try and compose yourself before twisting the knob, but you start to sob all over again when you see the mutilated scarring on his shoulder. 

“stop,” he begs. “please don’t. i don’t- i don’t like it.” you let him touch your face. it’s warm, sticky wet, and your eyes close when his thumb tracks a tear down your cheeks. “please don’t cry. i- i don’t want to make you cry.” 

“‘m sorry, i’m sorry. n-no, no changbin, you didn’t make me cry. i- i should’ve asked first, b-but, but i just- i- it must have hurt so bad,” you sob, voice high pitched and watery. 

he thinks about it often now, how much anguish you must feel. how many conflicting thoughts must go through your head just like they do his. the undoing of his being has not only affected him. you thought he was dead, missing in action and presumed deceased by the army. you held a memorial service for him, you go to grief counseling monthly. and now, your dead-but-not-dead husband stands before you, with a surgically implanted bionic arm and half a decade worth of brainwashing and trauma to work through, a fate that many might consider worse than death. when you thought he was dead, maybe you could have at least reassured yourself with the thought that he died quickly, that he died without even knowing. now, you know without a doubt that he has suffered. you know he still suffers. 

he reaches for your hand. it’s the first thing he can think to do. flesh on flesh, he feels the warmth of your precious fingers and trails his hand gently up your arm until it can wrap around your shoulders. you let yourself be pulled into his chest, and he only jolts a little when you wrap both of your arms around his bare waist. he doesn’t know how long you stand in the bathroom, holding each other tightly and breathing in each other’s presence. neither of you let go when your cries settle down, two bodies making up for lost time. 

he traces your shoulder blade through your shirt when you pull back from him, and he shivers as you place a kiss in the middle of his chest. he holds his Arm at an angle so it doesn’t brush against you when you lean against the sink. 

“i’ll get out of your hair so you can shower now,” you say. your voice is raspy from crying hard, and suddenly he’s anxious again. 

he hates showers. they’re too cold, but he doesn’t want to offend you by wasting your hospitality. he watches you reach into the cabinet under the sink to retrieve a towel for him - another luxury he isn’t used to, and he touches the corner with his flesh fingers when you set it on the counter. it’s so soft, maybe it will help combat the cold water. 

the shower’s sliding door moves easily when he nudges it to the side, and he steels himself before turning on the water. he drops his sweatpants without hesitation and uses his peripherals to gauge your reaction in the mirror. he’s been bulking up again - you keep him well fed, and chris and jisung like to drag him out of the house every other morning for runs. the satisfaction that seeps through his body freezes to a halt when he steps inside the shower. 

you’re opening the door to leave the bathroom when he chokes, when the cold water hits his chest and shivers wrack his vessel. he curls in on himself as always but turns around and throws his head back to get it over with, to wet his hair and let the water cascade over his face. he shouts when the water hits his back, a debilitating chill zinging straight down his spine. 

“changbin? what’s wrong?!” 

you don’t even take your clothes off before you’re rushing over to slide the shower door open and step inside to help. it’s freezing, he knows, the water hasn’t touched your skin, but the cold air inside the shower stall is harrowing. 

“fuck, bin, it’s freezing!” you screech, and he backs into the corner, folding in on himself and making himself smaller. you’re mad. you’re mad at him, you must be. he couldn’t handle the cold and now he has to pay the price. the shower tile is just as cold as the water, and his teeth chatter loudly in his mouth. “baby, do you not want hot water?” 

you reach out and quickly turn the valve of the shower, not bothering to wait for his answer when he shivers so violently. 

“i- i can have hot?” he asks, and he watches as your hand dips under the rain of the shower head. your hand is blissfully warm when you touch his arm. he lets you pull him from the corner, looking at you with wild eyes. he squirms when the water touches his skin again, but the breath leaves his lungs when he feels it. the warmth.  

“baby, it’s warm. it’s warm now, is that better?” you ask, and your face is wet again. from the water, yes, but from the tears that immediately started falling from your eyes again as well. your t-shirt is plastered tight to your body, shorts and socks soaking wet, but none of that matters when you hold him in your arms under the warm shower. you hold him for so long that you feel his shivers die down. he leans his head back slowly so the warm water cascades over his face, his hair. 

“you used to wash my hair,” he mumbles instead, and you headbutt his chest with a nod, still crying. 

“yes,” you reply. “i would- i would really love to do it again, if you’d like me to.” 

you’re giving him an option. it’s hard to let himself accept comfort or ask for the things he wants. sometimes he still feels like he’s talking out of turn, like the next time he tries to speak he’ll be strapped to The Chair again and shocked until he doesn’t remember how to use his mouth. but you look at him with patience, and with kindness, just like chris does. maybe this once, he can allow himself to want. 

“yes. i would like that.” 

once he makes the life-altering discovery that not all physical contact requires pain, he seeks it out. his body searches for it constantly, even unconsciously. when you make dinner, when you sit next to him on the couch to watch a movie, when you join him in the bathroom to brush your teeth together. 

that’s only part of the reason he kisses you in the kitchen. 

the other part of the reason is that he wants, and he can’t stop. he wants with an ache so fierce it wakes him up almost as frequently as the nightmares do. he’s not used to wanting, to craving, but now that he’s gotten a taste, it consumes him from the inside out. 

you’re sitting on the kitchen counter waiting for the water to boil so you can throw your pasta noodles in when he trudges between your legs. you wrap around him immediately, legs and arms clinging to him while he basks in the comfort of your presence. his flesh arm slinks behind your back and underneath your shirt to feel the warmth of your skin. you’re eye to eye, and he kisses you when you tilt your chin forward to nuzzle your nose against his round one. you make a devastating noise, a new memory he’ll treasure until his last breath. 

your first kiss since he came back. 

it’s gentle, a slow press of lips. he remembers this. 

countless kisses, a constant from a faraway life. in this exact position and others. kisses on the couch, kisses before bed, kisses when you leave for work, kisses while sadie scrambles her way in between the two of you in search of her own. 

he remembers them all, but this one feels like coming home. 

you pull away with a wet smack and lean back just enough to look into his eyes. 

“changbin?” you ask. 

“mm?” 

that’s a recent development too. he answers to his name. not The Asset, not The Soldier, but changbin. his name is changbin seo. he’s not the same man he was five years ago, but maybe that’s okay. maybe he doesn’t have to be. 

“are you sure?” 

is he? he’s not sure of much. he still has days where he worries that all of his good memories were just created by his mind in order to try and protect himself from the constant pain he feels from his past actions, but he knows this. he knows you, and he knows this is what he wants. 

“you’re the only thing i’m sure of.” 

his lips are plump and spit-slick when they kiss you again; they trail from your neck to your jaw, and your mouth drops open when he scrapes his teeth lightly against the skin there. not enough to hurt, never enough to hurt, but enough to make goosebumps raise in anticipation. the noises you make are so beautiful, and changbin wants to taste them on his tongue. so he does, trailing his way from your jaw to the siren song of your lips. when you moan into his mouth, it feels like he’s born again, like this is what life is all about.

changbin’s metal fingers scrape noisily against the counter in his haste to grab onto something. his flesh hand is wrapped safely around your back, pulling you closer to him while you kiss. he feels you arch against him, feels your perfect breasts press against his chest as the arch deepens. his fingers trace the dip in your back and you shiver. 

as your kiss deepens, you ease closer and closer towards the edge of the counter to get closer to him. there’s hardly any space between you, and your fingers worm their way into changbin’s hair as his tongue explores your mouth. it’s not until you nearly slip off the edge of the counter that his metal hand moves from gripping the corner of it - the chill of the titanium makes you gasp as it holds you steady underneath your thigh, and changbin pulls away from your lips frantically. 

“it’s okay. it’s okay, i promise,” you whisper fiercely, pressing needy kisses to his cheek. 

you’re not scared of it. you never have been. your eyes have never looked at his Arm with unease even though he would never blame you if they did. you’ve reached for it, laid your hand down between the two of you with your palm facing up just to give him the option. let him know he can touch you, flesh fingers or metal. 

his Arm recalibrates under your added weight, and the sound of it makes you bite your lip. he sets you on the counter again like it’s nothing. he leans forward to kiss you again, but a sudden bark from sadie has you both jolting apart, lips swollen tender and slick.  

“oh, fuck, the water!” you cry, and changbin backs up enough to let you slip to the floor so you can quickly move the pot from the burner, right before it overflows with boiling water. 

changbin isn’t asleep, but he’s comfortable enough on his pallet on the floor that he very well could be soon, until a noise from your room has him immediately on alert. he sits up quickly, stealthily walking his way to the door and opening it quietly. he surveys the living room, the kitchen, then makes his way slowly to your bedroom. 

the door is cracked. your lights are off, but the fairy lights above your bed are on so he can see you clearly. 

it takes him a moment to realize what it is that you’re doing, that you aren’t in any danger at all. your sleep shirt is rucked up above your breasts, and your underwear dangles from a delicate ankle. even without his enhanced hearing, he would be able to hear the buzzing noise that whatever you have between your legs makes, something small and pink that settles right over your clit. he swallows hard, eyes trailing down your writhing body until they’ve seared every inch of it into his memory. your face is what mesmerizes him the most, the way your eyebrows scrunch, the way your lips fall open.

“changbin!” you whimper, and your hand flies up to cover your mouth. your eyebrows furrow deeper in the middle and your body twists. he watches your thighs shake, sees the way they squeeze shut before you pry them open again so that you can keep going.

he aches again, heat curling in his stomach when he thinks about how badly he wants to fit himself between your legs like he used to. it takes everything in him to step away from your door and go back to his room. he doesn’t want to; he wants to stay. he wants to watch, but not without your permission. when he makes it back to his room, he shuts his door lightly and heads straight for the bathroom. the lights on the mirror are so bright that they make him squint when he looks at himself. he’s sweating, his ears are pink, and his pupils are blown wide. 

the water is scalding hot when he steps into the shower. that’s how he likes it now, a touch too hot to remind him that not everything has to be so cold. 

his titanium Arm presses against the tile of the shower wall, and he hangs his head. he spends a few moments watching the water cascade from his hair to the floor, but his gaze soon settles on his cock, hard and throbbing between his legs. he takes his cock and balls in one hand and squeezes, shakes them a little bit just to get a good feel of them after so long. he can hardly wrap his mind around the fact that his body used to bring you pleasure, that it felt pleasure. that his vessel could be used for anything other than bringing death and destruction. 

when he begins to stroke himself in earnest, he sees flashes from the past of the two of you entwined. your hands clawing at his back, your legs over his broad shoulders, his hands gripping your asscheeks to spread them apart for his gaze. he’s taken you in so many ways, so many places, but his mind keeps going back to what he saw mere moments before. 

your tits jiggled so sweetly when you arched your back to rut your hips into the toy, your nipples pebbled as you brought yourself pleasure and whimpered his name. god, the way you sound. he wants to make you moan like that again, kiss the sound from your lips while his cock kisses you inside. you felt perfect when he held you on top of the counter, your body fit against his just right. he felt your skin, felt your curves under his flesh and the weight of your gorgeous thigh on top of titanium. 

his recent memories of you get to him the most, and changbin sags against the cool shower wall when he cums in thick rivulets. 

he’s laying on his pallet again when you knock on his door.

“hey, i heard the shower running a few minutes ago. everything okay?” you ask, and he immediately feels guilty. you ask him if you can come in, so he scoots over and lets you settle down beside him. shame flares in his gut again; you should be laying on a soft bed instead of on the floor, but the bed is just too soft for him. the thought dissipates before he can stew on it for too long when you throw your leg over his waist. 

“i saw you,” he says. he needs to tell you the truth, that’s the least you deserve. “in your room earlier, with your…” changbin waves his Arm in the air like that will explain what he means. “i’m sorry. i thought something was wrong, so i went to see if you were alright, but i… i’m sorry, i won’t make another mistake.” 

your hand comes up to pet his face. his cheek is hot to the touch, and he presses his forehead against yours when you pull him into you. 

“it’s okay to make mistakes,” you whisper. “people make mistakes all the time, it’s kind of our thing.” 

it always takes him back when you say things like that. like they’re a fact, like it’s normal, like no one will bat an eye if he says the wrong thing or makes the wrong move. it still makes him angry when he thinks about it - what Hydra took from him, how they broke him to his core, and the anger he feels isn’t only for himself. he feels it for you, for chris. it’s his burden to bear, but he’s not the only one that’s crushed underneath it. 

a press of lips to his own has him blinking, and he hears your voice call to him. a lighthouse in the fog. 

“come back,” you say, kissing his lips, his cheeks, the scar on his chin. “come back to me, changbin. where are you?” 

he’s here with you - he never wants to be anywhere else. he kisses you about it, turns onto his side and pulls you into his thick chest, nudging your noses together before pressing his lips to yours. changbin keeps his lips close when you pull away to speak. he can’t seem to make himself stop, kissing languidly at your throat and your collar bones and making his way slowly to your jaw. 

“did it- ah, ch-changbin, what you saw, did it upset you?” 

“no,” he gasps. something fierce and untamed rises in his throat, and he gulps it down. “no, i- you were beautiful.” 

changbin lifts onto the elbow of his titanium Arm and cups the nape of your neck with the other. you’re so beautiful, so special to him that it twists his insides, ensnares his beating heart. your eyes shimmer in the lamplight while you watch him watch you, and he can’t bear not kissing you for another second. he dips down again, hesitant to press his weight onto you, but you don’t let him hesitate for long. you tug him down, wrapping your arms and a leg around him and humming in contentment when you feel his weight, the heat of his body. 

you kiss like that for a long while, until your lips are sore and your hips rock against each other fitfully. 

your fingers nudge at his chest, and he pulls away immediately. he’s surprised when he feels your hands scramble down to your waist to — oh god — lift the hem of your t-shirt until the fabric is rucked above your bare breasts again, just like it was in your bedroom earlier. he stares, he can’t help it. your nipples pebble under his gaze, and your eyebrows furrow when you look up at him pleadingly.  

his hand caresses your side, thumb circling your soft skin while he blinks dazedly at the mounds on your chest. 

“can i touch?” he breathes, and you meet him halfway. your back arches as his hand trails to your chest. you’re so soft, so fucking soft, your skin so warm and supple that he never wants to spend another day not touching you like this. he cups you underneath your breast to feel the way it gives underneath his fingertips, and you whimper when he shakily thumbs your peaked nipple. 

“the other one too? please, changbin. bin, please,” you whine, and The Arm recalibrates like it knows it’s what you want. “you won’t hurt me. i trust you, you’d never hurt me.” 

he could. he dreams of it; it’s his worst nightmare. he’s hurt so many people, and he’d never recover if he hurt you. 

but looking down at you, your expression so open, so raw, so hopeful, he finds himself wanting to give you what you ask so sweetly for. how could he ever deny you when you look at him like that? he wants to deserve your trust, he wants to live up to it. you trust him, and maybe that can be enough for now.

changbin readjusts the stance of his elbow so the titanium Arm has more room to move, and he slowly lifts his metal fingers to the other side of your chest. you both gasp when it makes contact, and his fingers flinch away on reflex. you cup his hand, bringing the metal back to your chest and squeezing his fingers in encouragement. it’s not something he can feel - not really. he feels the pressure of your hand, but it can’t feel your touch like his flesh hand can. 

“oh my god,” you keen, and your chin tilts down so you can watch. he kneads your chest softly with both hands, pushing them towards your chin and back down. he hasn’t touched you like this in years, but you arch against his hands beautifully, like you’re happy to have him relearn your body. 

the breath leaves your lungs in a stutter when he pinches at both of your nipples. it’s such a juxtaposing sensation, one hand blood-warm, one hand cool. the nipple he teases with his titanium fingers is so hard, perked up and sensitive to the touch because of the coldness of his fingers. he circles the areola lightly and it has you writhing underneath him, but your thighs slam shut around him when he sucks it into his mouth. 

“ohmygod, fuck!” you cry. changbin hums against your chest while his tongue whips quickly at your nipple. he moves to the other one, kissing wetly across your chest before he circles it with his tongue. his head bobs, he opens his mouth wide so that he can fit as much of your breast inside as he can. changbin kisses and nips and licks back up your neck and into your mouth - tongues clashing wildly in a kiss that leaves spit seeping down your chins. 

he wants to go back to kissing his way down your beautiful body again, but you take matters into your own hands by kissing down his neck. changbin bares his throat for you, tossing his head to the side to give you more room to kiss. 

he has to stop himself from freezing completely when your fingers come up to trace the plates on his Arm. they whir, clank into place at the foreign touch, and you follow the shifting with the tips of your pretty fingers. 

“be- be careful, okay? just be careful, i-” he’s at a loss for words, and he watches you with wild eyes when you lean up to kiss the scarring on his shoulder. 

your lips press tender, open mouthed kisses where his skin meets metal, the jagged, pink, grotesque scarring that circles his shoulder and underneath his Arm. changbin slams his eyes shut. he can’t watch. he can’t feel it either, the loss of his flesh arm and the addition of the surgical implant left him with so much nerve damage that he’s surprised he can feel the left side of his body at all, but he can hear it. he hears your lips smack softly against the ugliest part of himself, and he hopes that you won’t be disgusted by him when you pull away. 

fingers cup his face, and when he opens his eyes, he’s looking right into yours. he meets you in the middle for a kiss, heart hammering in his chest when you mumble against them. 

“fuck me,” you whisper. right against changbin’s lips. “do you want to? please, i- i want to feel you again.” 

the ache flares again, rises in his chest until it’s threatening to spill from his throat. he wants. 

“a-are you sure?” 

he has to know. are you sure you want this? are you sure you want this with him? are you sure you want him? 

“you’re the only thing i’m sure of.” you smile against his lips, repeating his words from earlier, and he sags against you in relief. 

taking each other’s clothes off is a dangerous affair. you’re pressed so close together that it makes it difficult, you almost knock him in the head with your knee and he almost elbows you in the stomach. changbin hasn’t laughed in so long, in years, but he finds himself laughing with you when your clothes finally find themselves tossed all over his room. 

he’s felt it occasionally lately, but it really hits him now that he’s healing, or at least that’s what his therapist says. he owns himself again; changbin is no one’s Asset. he can laugh, he can feel joy, and he presses the feeling into your lips for the thousandth time tonight. 

changbin breathes heavily against your open lips when your precious hand wraps itself around his cock. he’s so hard that he leaks in your grasp. it tilts his world on its axis, the way you grip and stroke him, so much better than the feeling of his own hand in the shower earlier tonight. he props himself on his metal elbow again and reaches the other hand between you, and he bites his lips when he feels your thighs spread for him. 

you’re hot to the touch, silky wet, and changbin’s mouth waters like a dog. he lets himself explore, lets himself feel his way around your beautiful cunt. the pudge of your swollen clit, the give of your willing hole. you touch each other like that for a while, warm breaths mingling and bodies rocking until the tip of his cock grinds against your clit. 

“i- i- oh,” you stutter. “oh god, ‘m so fucking wet.” 

you’re right. he slips against you; he can’t stop rocking his hips. you feel too good, your lips bracket his cock so perfectly that his head spins. 

“i should do something about that, huh?” he asks. it’s said through a grin, but he’s just as breathless as you are. 

you cling to him so tightly when he sheaths himself inside that he has half a mind to think your muscles will lock that way. his plump mouth is mashed against the side of your nose while his hips slowly rock into you. changbin is pressed so tightly against you that he can feel when you start to cry, and he’s scared to death again. he stops rolling his hips, immediately cupping your face in his warm hand and searching for the answer. 

“i hurt you. i’m so sorry, what’s wrong? sweetheart, what did i do?” changbin begs. he might just start crying too. 

the pet name makes you cry harder, but you shake your head. 

“i never thought i would have this again,” you weep, clutching onto his shoulders tighter and pressing your heels against his ass as a sign to stay put. “but you’re here with me.” 

he’s here with you, and he’ll stay as long as you’ll have him. 

changbin eases himself forward until his hips are flush to yours and nuzzles his nose in the space behind your ear to breathe you in. 

“i’m here with you,” he whispers. it sends goosebumps up and down your arms. he knows his cock is thick, and he wonders if you’ll feel it tomorrow, if you’ll feel the phantom ache and remember that this is real. “i’m right here with you.” 

you’re pressed so tightly together that he has no other choice but to rut his hips into you. there’s no room to thrust, so he cages you in and grinds into you deeply. changbin’s flesh hand comes up to cup the top of your head, and his titanium Arm curls underneath your shoulder to pull you as close as possible. you’re all he can feel, all he can taste and smell and hear. inside and out, your body is warm, and he can’t get enough of it. your fingers wind themselves into his damp hair and curl over the bulging bicep of his Arm. 

“you feel so fucking good in me. you always feel so good, baby, your cock-!” you mewl. he shivers when you mouth desperately at the shell of his ear. he can hear how much you like it. the precious noises you make in his ear tell him all about it, the whimpers, the moans, but so does the sweet squelching of your soaked cunt. he’ll bury his face in it later if you’ll let him, drink your nectar until there’s none left to swallow.

you’ve always felt so good too, he remembers. the clutch of your body has always been breathtaking, but memories could ever compare to the real thing. 

he has to fuck you better. he has to fuck you like you deserve, so he kisses the whine from your mouth when he pulls back and sits up on his knees. god, you’re a sight for sore eyes, a flower in the desert. he rubs the heaving skin of your stomach and plants his knees firmly on the soft blankets underneath him and fucks you. his thrusts shunt you up the pallet until you’re chanting yes-yes-yes-yes! with your head thrown back. you’re clutching at his arms where they’re balled into fists and planted by your sides, fingers wrapped tightly around his forearms.

“fuck. fuck,” he grunts. “do you like it? is it good?”

you nod frantically. “i love it! i love it, please don’t stop, changbin, oh-!” 

he can’t. he wouldn’t dream of it now. it’s not like he had the chance to try it out, but he has a feeling the serum coursing through his veins could keep him going all night if that’s what you want him to do. changbin wants it too, wants it more than anything, to reacquaint himself with your body after so long without it. 

your chest shakes every time he fucks his hips, and he breathes a rough curse into the air when you cup them in your hands. you thumb at your nipples, twist and pinch them between your fingers. you up your game when you notice him watching - pushing your tits together and jiggling them in your hands. 

“you’re a minx,” he says, but it’s paired with a fond shake of his head. his heart almost stops when you smile up at him. 

changbin slows his thrusting for a moment to adjust the stance of his knees, sliding them forward until his thighs press against the backs of yours. you spread yourself wider for him, gripping underneath your knees to keep them up and open for him. he’s deeper this way, so fucking deep that it feels like his thick cock is in your throat, and one of your hands scrambles for him again. you’ll settle for anything you can reach; you just want to feel him. 

you grip his Arm, and changbin gasps. he’s still not used to it, not used to your gentle touch on the part of his body he’s most ashamed of, but it gives him a headrush when your fingers seek his out. they entwine frantically with his metal ones, clenching and squeezing while you’re fucked just how you want. your own muscles flex when you move to lift his Arm. the titanium is heavy, he knows, so he helps you the best he can. changbin doesn’t know what you’re doing, but he lets you guide his Arm where you want it anyway. he isn’t expecting for you to bring it to your lips, much less for you to lick the tips of two of his metal fingers. he almost jolts back on instinct, but the look in your hazy eyes keeps him in place. he watches in awe when you suck them into your mouth - his pinky and ring fingers curl downwards to give you more room, and you bob your head in thanks. you suck on his titanium fingers just like you would his cock. changbin can’t stop staring, the way your lips wrap around the metal is intoxicating, nearly damning. you suck him deep into your mouth until your throat is convulsing, and only then do you pull your lips back with a sultry pop!

a deep, depraved part of him tells him to reach down to rub your clit with it, make you cum faster. the coolness of his fingertips would have you thrashing underneath him. admittedly, he’s not ready for that, but the thought has him going nearly cross eyed. you would surely like it, he knows that. maybe he can give it to you one day.

for now, his flesh fingers do the job. he swipes them against the drool running down your chin and brings them straight down to your swollen clit, rubbing swift, tight circles on that cute little button his mind tells him that he missed so much. 

“yes! like that, keep going just like that!” you cry. so he rubs your clit and drills his cock inside just like you ask for until you’re cumming with a high pitched wail of his name. it’s beautiful, one of the most beautiful things he’s ever seen, heard, and felt. he follows behind you quickly, rutting into the softness of your pulsing cunt and stilling inside to let you have it all. 

you trade kisses even as he rolls off of you and lands on his side, he cranes his neck and puckers his lips as you stand up to go use his bathroom, and you’re about to bend down to straddle his lap and kiss him until you fall asleep when you hear a scratch at the door. 

you find the bare minimum of your clothes before you let sadie in; changbin shoves his legs into his sweatpants and you put your panties and sleep shirt back on again. sweet sadie curls right up between the two of you when you let her in and lay back down on changbin’s pallet, and everything feels right. 

changbin breaks the silence first, breathing your name and petting your head where it’s resting on his flushed chest. you hum to show him that you’re listening. 

“i’ll never be the changbin that you lost,” he says. he’ll never be that man again. too much has changed, too much has been taken from him. he’s not the same changbin seo he was before he fell from the train car, but that doesn’t mean he can’t be changbin seo at all. 

you kiss his chest, right above his beating heart.

“this is enough. any changbin you let me have is more than enough.”

you know what he’s done. you know what he’s been through, but you choose him anyway. you’ve chosen him every day since you found him in your house. you chose even before he came back to you; the pictures that hung on your wall proved it. you chose him when you took his hand in marriage, when you took his last name. you chose him then, and you still choose him now despite the things he was made to do, despite the damage that has been done to him. monster turned man. 

“you love me anyways…” he says. it’s not a question, but a statement. 

“i love you anyways,” you confirm. “i love you always.”

for years, all changbin felt was the cold, but here, with your head on his chest and sadie curled at his hip, he begins to thaw.

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10 things I hate about you.

Logan Howlett x fem reader series. Part one

Warnings! No smut yet but Age gap! Enemies to lovers! Logan is extremely Grumpy! Only one bed! Logan is in his late 40s and reader is late 20s!

“Don’t get any ideas. Don’t touch my radio. Don’t put your feet on the dashboard and do not adjust the temperature.” Logan growled and gave you one of his signature scowls as he turned the keys.

This was not ideal.

You were stuck in this situation with the world’s grumpiest man. Logan Howlett aka Wolverine. You did not want to go but Charles Xavier firmly believed you both would be the best chance to investigate what was happening. Rumors of a particularly powerful mutant roaming about.

You rolled your eyes as Logan mumbled around his cigar he chewed on.

“Yeah, I think the radio is the least of your concerns, Logan.”

“Don’t call me that.” He said sharply and you crossed your arms.

“Oh sorry, do you prefer asshole? Maybe dickhead? Fuckwad?” You challenged.

“You can call me Wolverine like everyone else does, girl.” He snapped and you purposely rested your boot covered foot on his dash.

“Some people refer to you as your real name.” He reached over to swipe your leg but you dodged his attempt.

“What did I fucking say? Put your damn leg down.” He barked and you smirked.

“Or what?”

“I will pull this car over and leave you there. I swear to God.” He snarled and you leaned in towards him.

“And then I’ll just find you again, Logan.” Instead of answering, he clenched his jaw and jerked his focus back to the road.

“You’re not afraid of me, are you?” You asked and he snorted.

“Afraid of you? Why would I be afraid of you?” His question was filled with unbridled annoyance and you shrugged.

“Most people are.”

“Well, I’m not.”

You grin and take the opportunity to further push his buttons. “You’re not afraid of me but you’ve surely thought about me naked, huh?”

“Jesus Christ.” Logan slammed his head back against the seat. “If the entire ride is going to be like this, then turn on the fucking radio. No more talking.”

You turned the volume up triumphantly and looked out the window. A metal song played in the background and several minutes went by without either of you speaking.

“You never told me what your power was.” He stated. You turned your head towards him.

“No, I didn’t.”

He rolled his eyes and gripped the steering wheel harder. “Hmmm.”

An hour later, Logan jerked his head and you gestured to a sign on the road. “We need to stop for the night. You’re about to fall asleep.”

To your surprise, he didn’t tell you to fuck yourself and instead he silently drove to the motel that was displayed on the navigation sign.

He parked and exited the car. You silently followed him, jogging to keep up with his long legs and you moved inside the building.

“We need two rooms.” Logan huffed and the worker shook his head.

“Sorry, man. We only have one available.” Logan turned to leave but you quickly set a hand on his arm.

“We’ll take it.”

“The hell we will-“ He argued but you threw a wad of bills on the counter as the worker turned to grab a key.

“Put it under my name,” You told him as Logan furiously sniffed and tightened his lips.

“I don’t know what game you’re trying to play, little girl but I’ll be damned if I’m about to share a room with you.”

You chuckled loudly and firmly smacked his chest. “God, he’s such a jokester! Come on, honey.”

“Don’t fucking call me that,” Logan hissed as you attempted to drag him off but he jerked out of your grip and stomped to the room you were both given.

Your body temperature increased in annoyance as you stomped after him and slammed the door behind. Logan was already making himself comfortable and stretching out on the small bed in the room. The only one.

“Oh? Where am I supposed to sleep?”

“On the floor like any puppy.” He answered without opening his eyes.

You went over and kicked the mattress but he didn’t budge.

“Throwing a tantrum. Cute.” Logan turned over on his side and you decided to be petty.

You climbed in next to him and he squirmed. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and legs around his waist like a sloth. “Mmm, goodnight, Logan.”

“Get the fuck off me, girl.”

“Nope. You’ve decided to be an asshole. I need my beauty sleep.” He untangled your limbs and growled deeply.

“I’m not sharing a goddamn bed with you.” You simply pulled up the blanket over yourself, still fully clothed.

“Then sleep on the floor like any feral creature.”

“I’m not arguing with you.”

“Me either.”

Logan rolled over to the edge of the bed, slamming a pillow in the middle. “Don’t fucking cross this line. First thing tomorrow we are leaving, we’re gonna find out what we need to know and I’m taking you the fuck back to Charles.”

“Good to know.” You replied and shut your eyes. “Sweet dreams, Logan.”

So far, you were losing the bet you made with Bobby that you could make him like you. But you weren’t one to give up. This was just day one.

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•Be good for me•

Cooper Adams x fem reader!

Requested by @horrorpiggy I gave it my own spin so I really hope you enjoy!!!!

A harmless crush on single father Cooper Adams wasn’t in your plan. But after being invited to a concert one Saturday afternoon, everything changes.

Warnings! Age gap! Cooper is 45 and reader is 25! Depicting anxiety and panic attack! Blacking out! Daddy kink! Oral!Fem receiving! Finger sucking! Unprotected sex! Choking! Size kink! Praise! Light ish degrading but not really? Slight hint of his second life at one point. Multiple orgasms! Barely proofread!

Spending a Saturday with a recently widowed father and his teen daughter wasn’t exactly your typical weekend. But if you were being honest with yourself, you’d seize any opportunity to spend time with Cooper.

It was just a crush. One that started out because he saved you and your parent’s life from a fire last year. He had effortlessly pulled you over his shoulder and hauled you out of the burning apartment while you were half unconscious.

It was inconvenient in many ways. One, he was twenty years older than you. Two, he had two children and three his wife had been brutally murdered a few months ago by the infamous serial killer the Butcher.

He seemed devastated. Not just for his own loss but the children. After he saved you from the fire, time had passed and you became an occasional babysitter for his son.

Obviously with a crush growing, you loved the times you’d see him but it felt wrong. At his wife’s funeral, his children hugged you and thanked you for being there.

Lady Raven was a popular artist that was constantly playing at his house. Your knees pressed together as you sat in the back of the car, watching Riley and Cooper interact.

You looked away when you caught him look at you through the rearview mirror.

“I just want to say; thanks again for coming with us. I know you’re busy with classes and your part time job. But it means a lot to us.” His deep voice sent shivers down your spine but you gave him a smile.

“Oh! No problem. Thank you for even inviting me.” You blushed as his dark eyes scanned over you as you all fell into silence while he parked.

It was a little difficult to keep up with him as you three jogged to the stadium and maneuvered around the growing crowd of people. It made you feel nervous to be in such tight spaces with others.

As time went by, you noticed Cooper growing more agitated and tense but he was trying to force positivity for Riley. Your heart started to accelerate as the music echoed. You cleared your throat as heat warmed you. The black shirt was extra long, reaching your knees covering your shorts.

Your vans squeaked as the light shifted to red and the cheering young girls screamed. The sounds throbbed in your ear as you rapidly blinked.

“Are you okay?” You gasped at the close proximity of Cooper. He was bending down closer to you with a concerned look on his handsome face.

“Yeah! I’m just a little nervous around crowds.” You force yourself to laugh but he doesn’t return the expression.

“You look like you’re about to collapse. Maybe we should find somewhere more relaxed.” You look at Riley, who was losing her mind and jumping around. You shook your head, feeling guilty.

“I couldn’t pull you away. She’s having so much fun.”

Cooper remained silent and you faced the stage again. Your body grew more tense as the minutes passed and your hands were shaking. Your mouth went dry as a few shoulders bumped into you as a guest artist walked through the aisle.

You tried to remain calm but the staff came and told you three that Riley would be the dream girl. She would be going on stage. You would have to go in front of everyone.

Your legs trembled as you followed them closely. The eyes on you made you feel even worse. The bright lights, your clothes suddenly felt too tight as you walked up the stairs. It took all your strength to remain standing as Riley finished the section of the concert with Lady Raven.

You jolted as a large hand came and settled across your forehead. Cooper’s head was tilted and he narrowed his eyes at you. “You’re burning up but you’re shivering. I think we need to find a place for you to sit down.”

Riley was walking towards you both when your eyesight finally faded.

You were pulled off your feet. You could feel what was going on but you weren’t able to open your eyes yet. Cooper was carrying you, his muscular arms encasing you against his chest. You came to as he sat you down in a chair. A few medical members were gawking at him as he knelt down, holding a compress to your face.

“You blacked out. You were having a panic attack and you were about to fall. Just stay still, okay?”

You don’t have the energy to speak yet but Cooper moves a stray hair out of your face and leans in closer. “You need something with calories. You haven’t eaten all day, I bet.” He gives you a knowing look.

“Is she your girlfriend?” One of the nurses ask and you feel sobered immediately. But to your surprise, Cooper doesn’t say no to her.

Instead he stands up, swiftly returning with a small box of juice.

He presses the straw to your lips and encourages you to take a sip. “Atta girl, good job. You’ll be feeling better in a few minutes. Glad I kept an eye on you, sugar.” The term made your pulse quicken.

“Is there any way we can get out of here quickly? I don’t think she needs a hospital but I do want to take her home.” Cooper asks the nurses and you faintly hear them tell him a way out peacefully.

“I don’t want to be a problem.” You whisper and Cooper clicks his tongue.

“Isn’t she the sweetest? Doesn’t want to cause trouble.” Cooper reaches down and sets a hand on your shoulder.

“I’m okay, I can stand now.” You insist but he cups your waist. Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth as you feel his sweater pressed against you, his lips lingering next to your ear.

“Always so insistent. But you’re gonna let daddy help you. Aren’t you, little one?”

You could have melted right then and there. You almost sure you were fucking dreaming but the dangerous look in his eye was all too real. His graveled voice was alluring and made your core tighten.

You were speechless as he walked next to you still holding your torso. It was surreal.

“Why are there so many police officers?” Riley asked and Cooper shrugged.

“Nothing to worry about. We’re getting out of here. Can’t have another blackout, can we?”

“Please, I really don’t want to intrude further.” You pleaded as Cooper ushered you into the house.

“Shh, none of that. I insist. I’m not going to take a chance that you fall alone in your apartment. You’re going to stay here tonight. Besides, the kids love having you here.” He seemed electrified as he pressed his palm to your back.

“You’re going to eat something and then rest. It’s the least I can do since you help me all the time.”

You didn’t bring up the comment he made earlier but you did notice the way he had a hint of a smirk the entire evening. He seemed off on the ride home. The way he gripped the steering wheel made his arm quiver.

Cooper never showed a hint of anger. He was always patient. Sometimes silly with the kids but today there was something different.

Your body was covered by a blanket on the couch a few hours later. Riley and her brother were upstairs in bed. Cooper had disappeared a few minutes ago, promising to come back soon.

Unable to stay still anymore, you made your way to the spare bedroom and groaned. You didn’t have any clothes to sleep in and you rubbed your face with your hands.

“You always do that when you’re frustrated.” You shrieked and spun around.

Cooper stood in the doorway. His shoulders were tense, fingers curled into his fists and he closed the door behind him. His hair was smoothed back.

“You scared the fuck out of me.” You breathed.

“There’s not much I can do about that habit I’m afraid. Being able to walk quietly took some practice. How are you feeling?” He leaned against the wall and your gaze flickered over his face.

“I’m okay. I just want to apologize. I’m sorry if I made the concert stressful. Sometimes my anxiety gets out of control. I should have just found a way home. I didn’t mean to cause any extra stress-“ You rambled on and Cooper's lips quirked into a smile.

“You have nothing to apologize for. In fact, it worked out in a way. We didn’t have to go through the police. All thanks to you.” He took a step forward and your stare widened.

“Cooper. Are you alright?”

His movements continued until his shoes were against your bare feet. “I’ve never been better, sweetheart. I just want to ask you to do something to me.” He rolled his neck before his hands settled on your shoulders.

“I want you to be a good girl tonight. Can you be a good girl for me, little one? You're gonna let me take care of you?”

Your mouth parted and he took the opportunity to swipe his thumb across your lower lip.

“Don’t act surprised. I see the way you look at me. And I really would appreciate it if you didn’t lie about it, baby doll.” You gasped and he gently touched your tongue. Sticking his thumb further in your mouth.

Your lips gently wrapped around and sucked. His eyes fluttered and he removed his hand. Cooper took the opportunity to grab the back of your head, pulling you up and he crushed his lips to yours.

He tasted sweet as his tongue darted in and swept over your teeth. It wasn’t too much. His experience obvious by the age gap as he backed you against the bed. Coopers strength was surprising as he easily pressed you down on the mattress. He nibbled your lip before pulling away and peppered kisses along your jaw. Your legs looped around his waist and your arms wrapped around his broad shoulders.

“You gonna let me eat that pretty pussy?” He questioned against your skin and you whined. Cooper trailed his lips down your chest, stomach and finally his thick fingers pulled down your shorts. He sucked in a sharp breath as he admired your underwear.

“Anyone ever done this to you?” He toyed with the waistband and you cleared your throat.

“Not-not really. They didn’t put any effort.” You stuttered.

Cooper peeled off your panties, exposing your pulsing cunt and he didn’t waste any further time. He shoved his face against your pussy, making you throw your head back. His tongue kitten licked your clit and then flattened. He slowly dragged it down and shoved it inside you. The feeling was overwhelming as you turned your head to the side, trying to suppress loud noises that were desperate to escape you.

“This is what you get for being a good girl,” Cooper praised, his hands holding your thighs apart as he spit on your cunt. He sucked your center into his mouth, your hips rolling as he moaned against you.

“You taste so good. Can’t get enough. I’m gonna make you cum on my face.”

He applied more pressure and enthusiastically licked your wetness. His nose was firm against your pussy and your nipples were so hard they hurt.

“Daddy I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” You managed and the uncoiling of your stomach sent a shock through your body. Your fingers sank into his hair, humping his jaw as Cooper continued to suck your clit.

It was overwhelming and he added to it by adding two fingers. He curled them deep and tears clouded your vision.

“Daddy-please-“ You whispered and he snarled. His enormous hands and brute strength aided his ability to effortlessly flip you over on your stomach.

Cooper pulled you to your knees, pushing your chest down so your ass was sticking in the air. He gave it a harsh slap and you heard his belt unbuckle. Your cunt was aching and cum smeared on your inner thighs. You felt the leather of the belt wrap around your throat but panic didn’t set in. It wasn’t tight enough to cause too much pain but it was pressure to keep you still.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted you like this? Leashed like a god damn puppy? So eager to please me? I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t even see straight. You’re gonna be stuffed full of cum.” His filthy words made you groan.

Cooper ran the tip of his dick along your slit, his precum coating your clit. He pushed it into you and he held you up by the belt. Your body jerked as he thrusted his hips. You felt like splitting in the middle but all discomfort vanished as he toyed with your bud.

“I like seeing you fucking helpless. That’s my good girl. Taking my cock so well. Squeezing me so hard. Don’t worry, daddy’s not gonna pull out.” You rocked back into him in a harsh rhythm. He pounded into you almost anomalistically. His huge body caged you in and Cooper choking you only added to the pleasure.

“Cream on it. Fucking cream on my dick. I know you can.” He commanded and you cried as another orgasm neared.

“Tell me who’s in control, doll.” He ordered and you repeated the worse hoarsely.

Your second climax came and hit you like a storm. Cooper huffed and grunted as his cock twitched inside you and ropes of his cum sprayed your insides. It gave him more slip to fuck you through it.

He hauled you on his lap, letting go of the belt and he turned you to face him. Your thighs on either side as he set you on his dick. Cooper's eyes were black with lust as he palmed your tits.

“So greedy, keeping this pussy from me? You just fucking wait till I stop going easy on you. I have so much-so much I need to take out on you.” Your head lulled back as you bounced on his shaft.

Your hands balanced on his chest and your mouth hovered above his. “You feel so good,” You admitted and Cooper smiled hazily. His hands traveled and cupped the back of your ass. It would have normally embarrassed you that you weren’t able to last longer but it only a few minutes passed before another orgasm sent you over the edge.

“You look so god damn pretty. Even prettier than if you were-“ He jerked his jaw as you gently cupped his face. Cooper must have been surprised by your gentle display because he pressed a swift kiss to your palm.

“My sweet girl. Doing such a good job. I’m so proud of you for taking it,”

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MCU ROLE PLAY DISCORD SERVER?

Hello!! I know it's been a while since I last posted on here :') since I've been busy with school and summer school. But anyways,

I am wondering if any of you guys would be interested in joining a Marvel rp discord server? My friend made it a while ago, and we really really need more people to join the discord server. (We only have like 5 people, and it was made lastcMarch) I am currently asking my friend if it is ok with me sending out the link to people who may be interested in joining. I just wanted to let you guys know first to make sure people are actually interested before making the official post.

Please let me know if you are really interested (so I can tag you on the official post). Anyone is welcome! More information will be posted once my friend responds.

Thank you so much for reading!!

( It would also be helpful if you guys could help reblog this post so more people will see it! )

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BAHNG CHRISTOPHER CHAN AAAAAAHH I NEED THIS LIKE WTF YOU WRITE SUCH GOOD SMUT

late shift

fem!reader x bangchan

synopsis: you and your virgin coworker Chan share a bed. 

warnings:🔞 !!! virgin!chan, whiny!chan, oral (m!rec), orgasm denial (m!rec), size kink if you squint, dom(ish) reader, praise, no protection, creampie, one bed trope, prob forgot some

wc: 3.77k

an: my first request! Thank you for submitting hope i did it justice lol also i lost the request i dont know where it went ;-; but i think i got everything you asked for

I used the line about ‘inviting someone back for ramen at your place’ synonymously with the term 'netflix and chill' I'm pretty sure that's the way the line is used in Korea. Correct me if I'm wrong lol. Anyways feedback appreciated :)) not proof read sorry! [m.list] 

You've been at your current job for a few years and every other Friday you and your coworkers go out for a drink or dinner depending on how heavy the workload had been the previous weeks. This Friday was one of those times, only most of your coworkers had taken a work trip to help secure a big account. The office was basically empty around the end of the day now, only your office light and the office across the hall was on. Chan, the owner of the space in front of yours, could be seen typing on his computer through the glass, one of the few who had opted out of the trip to be able to leave earlier. Only both of you hadn't been leaving the office at reasonable times even if it had been promised. your days were still just as long only now you were picking up the other's work while they were gone. it was a shit deal but neither of you would complain, too shy to bring it up to your boss who did in fact keep his word on letting himself out early. 

rubbing at your eyes you power off your laptop after looking at the time. if you didn't leave now to catch a streetcar you would have to walk home and you were too drained to do that. you start to pack up your things and across the way, you can see Chan doing the same, probably set to move when you did. he was always nice enough to wait every night until you got off to walk you to the stop sign to wait for your ride before he went across the street to catch a streetcar headed in the opposite direction. even without your other coworkers, he was always smiling at you from across the way waving as you left to head home. 

As you slung your bag over your shoulder and headed to turn out the lights Chan was at the doorway giving a shy smile. “I'm a few seconds from collapsing on the floor and sleeping in my office,” 

“me too,” you flip off the lights, “and I'm starving I don't even think I have anything in my fridge,” 

Chan keeps pace with you as you make your way out of the building, reaching ahead of you to press the call elevator button “We could always keep the tradition going even if it's just the two of us, find a place for dinner?” 

“I don't know, not a lot of places are open at this hour and I want to eat on the couch and pass out,” you say hopping in after Chan when the elevator arrives. The space is small enough to have your elbows touching. Chan pressed the button for the lobby, “We could eat ramen at your place?” 

You are shocked to hear his suggestion and you assume he is too seeing at how he is bright red and stuttering, “No not like that- well kinda but just the food part- wait- I-,” he cuts himself off giving a flustered sigh, “I'm sorry i- we do not have to i'll just go home I'm sorry,” chan's rubbing at the back of his neck, ears red, eyes scrunched to avoid looking at anything at all because it would kill him to see your negative reaction. hell, it will kill him hearing you say no and push him away even if it was an innocent suggestion in the first place. he really didn't mean it that way he only wanted to hang out because he liked you and now he's gone and ruined that with a suggestion he didn't even fully intend to say in that way. 

Your giggle fills the silent elevator and you bump your shoulder against his arm, “It's okay Channie, it's definitely a perfect idea, ramen sounds so good, anything warm will send me straight to bed,” You find it cute how flustered he gets around the topic of sex. drinks out with coworkers leading to his confession months ago that he was inexperienced in bed, the flush on his cheeks as he begged the others not to ask him dirty questions. 

please you're joking Chan there is no way you haven't had sex yet! your defense of him that night only makes him like you more, who cares anyway? We should not be sharing bedroom talk with our coworkers. To know you are all kiss and tellers is an explanation enough as to why none of you get any when we go to bars. The conversation moved past Chan's Confession to laughs about how their coworkers had in fact picked up ladies from bars before. Chan had been thankful but the next morning when he remembered sharing he was a virgin in front of his crush was mortifying but you never brought it up again. 

you didn't really care that Chan was a virgin, finding out didn't make you like him any less than you already did. even if Chan had been asking to go back to your place to have sex you don’t think you would have turned him down. for as long as you worked in the office across from him you couldn't help but think about asking him out just the two of you but you had witnessed Chan turn someone down before in the breakroom. The way he smiled so sweetly as he said he didn't really like to date coworkers made you try and push the image of the two of you together away. you were friends and inviting him over was something friends did. 

“There is a convenience store across from my apartment, works out great,” you smile once you leave the elevator, “it won't be too late for you to head back home later?” 

“no northbound street cars run another lap, unlike the southbound ones I should make the last one,” the two of you ride to your place with polite small talk, and when you get off you cross the street to the store to pick up your dinner. 

It's the first time Chan has been in your small place, the one you haven't upgraded since you were in college because you didn't see the need for any more room but with Chan in the living room taking up most of the couch you wish you had. Both of you seated watching TV had your legs pressed together from the hip to the knee, his body heat overwhelmingly comfortable as you ate dinner. 

Neither of you realized you were beginning to fade, eyelids heavy as you tried to blink away sleep. When you realized you had dozed off, the TV was playing a movie that neither of you had put on, your head resting on Chan as he slumped over the armrest of the couch. you pick up your phone to check the time, the movement waking Chan up, “oh no it's so late,” you yawn pulling yourself up, “The last streetcar left an hour ago,” 

“shit,” Chan yawns, stretching out still in his button-up shirt, he had taken off his work coat when he came in but this was nothing he could sleep in. 

“it's okay you can stay but I have nothing for you to wear,” 

“I can walk it's okay-“

“You will not be walking all the way home. it's fine you can sleep in my bed I don't even think the couch is long enough for me to stretch out all the way,” 

“Then where will you sleep?” 

“the floor, it's okay,” you say waving him away to check to make sure your room is clean of clothes on the floor. you wave him over as he shakes his head, “No you're not sleeping on the floor in your own home, we can share I don't mind, or I'll Sleep on the floor,” 

“Fine, we can share,” You're too tired to argue, too tired to think about the fact that Chan is standing in the doorway as you turn around and pull out your oversized sleepshirt, shedding your work top and bra off. 

Chan is suddenly frozen fully awake watching you. He can only see your bare back turned to him, the image of your fingers unhooking your bra burned into his mind before you tug on the oversized shirt. but you're not done, the button of your work pants is undone, and at only sound in the room is the ripple of your zipper before you tug your pants down leaving you in your underwear. he cannot see them but he can see the outline through your white shirt, the black fabric hugging your ass as you pull the covers back to climb into the bed. “turn off the lights when you're ready,” your eyes already closed as you snuggle into the sheets. but Chan can't move. He is sure if you opened your eyes it would be very obvious that he was thinking about you lying in bed next to him almost naked. only two articles of fabric separating your completely naked form from him. 

he swallows the lump in his throat unbuttoning his work shirt, when it's gone he starts on his pants even taking them off to leave him in his underwear is enough to make him sigh. the pressure on his cock releasing just a bit but not enough to make him go soft. He's cursing at his body for making it so obvious he wants you. You're so natural at this, not even caring that he's climbing in bed next to you and he's a complete mess as he edges in on the far side of the bed trying not to make any contact at all as he turns the lamp off. 

in the dark, he tries to tell himself to calm down but it doesn't work, not when he can smell you on the sheets, when all he can think about is that if you touched yourself you would have to do it in this bed. 

You're not even thinking about anything besides falling asleep. You can hear Chan trying to get comfortable next to you, tossing and turning, the dip in the bed from his weight making you slide closer to him. you're barely touching him but he's gone still next to you, without thinking you roll your hips to try and pull away not wanting to make him uncomfortable but it does the opposite because you slide closer to him your ass pressed against his very prominent erection. 

if it wasn't for Chan's uneven breaths you would have thought he was asleep with how still and quiet he is. you wonder if you should pull away and ignore him, act like nothing was wrong, that you did not feel anything at all, and that you were asleep already and it was an accident. but the heat of him makes you wet, just the idea of rubbing back against him sends you into overdrive. you move your hips again to hear the soft whine Chan lets out, he's so close to your ear that it makes the sound amplified. 

Chan reaches out, his palm wrapping around your hip and you brush against him again. His whine is louder, a weak, “I'm Sorry,” mixed in with the sound. Chan's hips bump forward looking for more friction but you can tell he's trying to hold himself back with how hard he's holding you. “it's okay,” you whisper grinding back into his strained thrusts. 

“ill stop, I swear,” but he can't bring himself to listen to anything he says, the feel of your ass against him is so much better than when he ruts against his pillow at home. You're so warm, so firm, and he can't help himself. Chan's movements are jerky as he presses himself against you, the thin material of his underwear making him groan in annoyance. 

“You don't have to stop,” you mutter, encouraging him with each roll of your hips against him. “if you want I can use my hands,” 

The thought alone would have made Chan cum if he hadn't pulled himself away from you, rolling on his back and whining from denying himself. 

you sit up next to him, watching him squeeze his eyes shut, hair a mess on his forehead before he runs his hands through it grabbing the strands and pulling at them. He's panting hard, the rise and fall of his chest catching your attention. You've never seen Chan shirtless, you didn't know that underneath the suit he wears he is completely ripped. Your mouth waters with the need to lick him up and down, to kiss him, if he let you suck him off it would be a very good night. “If you don't want me to use my hands I could use my mouth,” Chan whines again, a weak thrust of his hips into the air at your words. you lean down until your lips are next to his ear, “If you don't want my mouth I could let you use me in other ways,” he's fully humping the air now, fists made in the sheets. 

“I don't- I've never…” he shakes his head finally opening his eyes. pupils were blown looking for you to understand, “I want to be good for you but I don't know how,” 

“I can show you,” your lips brushing his as you whisper it, “only if you want me to,” 

“I do!” he nods, “I want you, I've wanted you so fucking bad for too long,” 

you kiss him and he could shatter at the seams from finally getting to taste you. Chan has made out with people before, he knows he's a good kisser, what he's worried about is everything else. but with your lips on him, he's a little less worried. breaking the kiss you move to straddle his abdomen, kissing down his jaw as he throws his head back. He can't control his thrusts anymore, searching for friction where you're purposefully not giving him. “patience Channie,” you say between nips at his neck, his whines in response but you shake your head. “I know you're needy but it will feel better with foreplay,” 

he nods as you work down his collarbones, reaching his nipples as you slide down his body. you lick down his chest and abs, circling his navel and following a line down to his waistband. The cold air hits the line you've made down him and Chan moans at the feeling, goosebumps rising over his arms. He wants to touch you, peel your shirt away, and finally see more than just your bare back. almost as if you can read his thoughts you sit up placing your ass on his thighs before pulling off your shirt. nipples pebbling from the air, Chan's hands fisting the sheets so hard his knuckles are bloodless. 

“If you're good next time I'll let you lick me the way I did for you,” Chan whines almost painfully before you lean down moving back until you are face to face with his clothed bulge. already a dark spot on the fabric from his precum. “Let me know if you're about to cum okay?” 

Chan nods head lifting to watch as you lean forward and kiss over where he's straining in his underwear. his hips try to chase your mouth when you pull away and you tisk at him, “Patience Chan I shouldn't have to tell you twice,” 

“I can't help it,” he moans, your fingers hooked into the elastic around his waist pulling the fabric down his legs, his cock heavily slapping against his stomach. every vein prominent, ruddy tip swollen and begging to be kissed. you gather the spit in your mouth before letting it drop down against his length. If you are going to fit it in you're going to have to take the time to stretch yourself out so it won't hurt. For now, you wrap your hand around him, giving him a few shallow pumps, his moans of approval the only sound in the room. you let Chan thrust into your hand when he doesn't like your pace but you completely pull away when he says, “I'm going to cum im-“ he whines so loud at missing his release, your lips on his thigh as you use your hands to hold his hips back from coming up off the mattress. 

“no please, please I want to cum, please,” he begs, trying to rut in the air but you shake your head. 

“You have to wait pretty boy, you can hold out a little more right?” but he doesn't get to answer when you lick up his shaft, tongue swirling around his tip. 

Chan has never been so noisy in his life, he's never wanted, no needed, to cum so bad. when you fully take him into your mouth he sees spots in his vision, the coiling in his pelvis intensifying. he doesn't want to tell you but like you're sucking the words right out of him he whimpers, “cumming im-,” but it's ripped away from him again and he's on the verge of tears. he won't be able to last any longer not like this, when every brush of your fingers on him makes him twitch. he lets go of the death grips he has on the sheets pushing himself up be rolls the two of you over. 

you're shocked as he pins you down, his face pressed into your neck whimpers tickling your skin. “please, can I cum inside you?” his cock is rubbing against your covered center, and he can feel that the fabric is wet with your arousal, knows he must be doing something right when your soft moans come every time he rubs against your clit. 

you nod knowing you won't be able to say no to him, not when you want him this bad. “take my panties off,” Chan listened, not waiting a moment to follow your order. when they are gone he's stopped by the sight of you. laid out for him glistening, you reach down using two of your fingers to make a v pushing open more of yourself so he can see. Chan watches as you drag your fingers through your wetness, and whines as he watches you dip a finger into your entrance.“you listen so well Channie if you keep listening I'll let you taste me,” 

chans weak in the knees at your words, he wants nothing more than to please you, to hear you say nice things to him over and over, to finally let him sink into your warm heat. “please,” it's so quiet you almost miss it. 

“Grab your cock in your hand,” he does as you say, “then lean over me and run the length of you in my wetness kinda like you were doing before okay?” he nods and when he plants his hand next to your head he looks down to watch what he's doing. both of you moaning as he rubs against your clit, he could just stop here, he knows just this will make him cum without a second thought but you won't let him. “drag your tip down until it catches if you miss ill help you, okay?” 

but Chan doesn't need your help, the head of his cock prodding your entrance, his hips jerking knowing he's so close to feeling all of you, “you're doing so good,” you hum brushing your fingers through his hair, “slowly push in I won't be able to take it all unless you go slow,” 

Chan pushes in following your instructions. he's hardly in when he's shaking, you feel so fucking good, warm, and just right. he will never be able to imagine taking you while he's alone again, his hand won't cut it anymore, not after this. 

his moan is guttural as he fully seats himself inside you, your hips meeting his. chans so deep you can swear he's touching your womb, your hands wrap around his shoulders, both of you catching your breath, “you have to move slow, warm me up a little before you can trust harder,” Chan nods but he doesn't know if he will be able to last long enough to make himself go any faster. Your warm walls feel so fucking good he could cum without moving at all, but he slowly pulls out before sinking back in. You're so wet it's easy to find a steady pace. 

“Just like that Channie,” you moan and Chan whines at the praise, he wants to be perfect for you, as perfect as you've been for him and he can't control himself, his hips sinking hitting you deeper than you felt before. 

you moan loudly as he brushes your gummy stop making you see stars, “your hand, use your hand on my clit,” you whimper and when Chan's fingers find the perfect spot he feels you clench around him. he gives a shocked moan not realizing you could feel any better, his orgasm so close he presses his fingers harder against you, your shocked gasp music to his ears. you didn't think you would cum seeing as it was his first time but you're right on the cusp when you hear his pants, “I'm going to cum, please, I need to cum, let me cum in you,” he begs eyes watching where the two of you connect. 

“you've been so good to me,” your words making his stomach flex, balls tightening, and you can feel him twitch inside you, “cum for me Channie,” 

he cries out as he finishes, hot ropes of cum spilling inside you making you follow right after him. The fluttering of your cunt makes him whine sinking in deeper letting his body weight fall on you as he pumps more cum deep inside you. 

never has he cum so hard or this much, never did he think it would feel this amazing. 

Chans is lying on top of you, both of you sweaty and panting. your fingers comb his hair back from his forehead, scratching his scalp until he's humming. you can feel his softening cock inside you, his hips twitching every once in a while. Neither of you moves, only enjoying the feel of each other. “Did you mean what you said?” Chan asks and you scrunch your brows. “what?” 

“about next time? that there would be a next time.” 

you giggle pressing a kiss to his cheek, “Yes if you're good there will be a next time,” but you can feel Chan twitch inside you already growing hard again. 

POOKIE YOUR TUMBLR IS OK IT JUST KNOWS WHAT YOU NEED

*Our Toy*

Paring: OT8 x Reader (Fem)

Genre: Smut (literally just straight porn no real plot)

Warnings: Multiple orgasms, Multiple partners (basically Polly), Restraints, slight degrading, Lots of pet names, Creampie, unprotected sex, face fucking, oral (both M/F receiving), tit smacks, overstimulation uhm?? I know I definitely probably missed some

Side note wrote this 2 days apart cause of work and I was half asleep for some of it so I hope it came out not jumbled around like it seems in my head.

Kink(s): Free Use + Sharing is caring lol

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You have basically just become the boys’s fuck toy. What started off as a thought with bangchan ended up with you being free use for the rest of the members. What a good leader right? Letting them have fun with you to ease their stress, i mean in his own words “how can i keep such a beautiful thing like you only for myself?” Is Chan your boyfriend? Yeah. And the others? They basically are too. Are you complaining though? 8 attractive men horning after you wanting all your attention and love?

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You were sprawled out on the couch staring blankly at the tv as Felix laid on the other side of you. He had his arms lazily draped around you half watching the tv half asleep. As his eyes flickered open and close you moved yourself feeling yourself falling off the couch. You pushed your body back into the half awake boy, ass pushing firmly against his pelvis. He left out a soft whimper at the feeling, you not meaning it in anyway besides trying to get situated. He kissed your neck sweetly his arms pulling you into him even more as he slowly started to hump you. “Ah- lix” you said voice almost a whisper.

“I’m sorry do you want me to stop?” He asks his voice hazy. You shook your head no making him sigh out of relief. He placed his hands on your hips pushing his ever growing bulge against your clothed ass. His kisses were becoming sloppier as he started to suck at small spots. Both of you letting out barely audible moans at the friction. “Lix” you whimpered becoming needy. He ran his hands over your body, they caressed your breast playing with your nipples. “How do you get me so horny so fast” he whined against your skin.

His words made you giggle a little moving your hips back to meet his movements “same reason you get me soaked so fast” your words made his head reel. He pushed down his pants sprinting his cock free as he pulled yours down just enough to push his cock In. It nestled between your folds as he kept rutting into you. Your slick lubing him up as he moved. “Shit- there’s- there’s no way I’m lasting long.” He whined out. He gripped you tightly as he moved between your soaked lips.

As he slid in bottoming out you heard a door open, jisung rubbing his eyes as he came out for a drink. Felix didn’t stop though he started to move slowly but deeply into you letting out Low groans. Jisung raised an eyebrow, sipping on his drink he made his way to the living room. His eyes lit up seeing the sight below him “shit- you two are hot as fuck.” He smirked. “Lixie you sound like you’re bout ready to bust” he teased the other boy.

“Agh well- yeah she’s so- fuck- fucking warm” he said rolling his head back to look at the boy “she cum yet?” He questioned coming around to the other side. Looking at you both for an answer. “We just- started” you said breathily. Jisung smirk grew “let me help then. I mean Felix is already so close beautiful let me help you cum”

Before he even had an answer from either of you he was pulling down your shorts more. Greeted by the sight of how soaked you were, his band mates cock fucking into you so nicely. Fuck. Fuck did you look so good. He attached his lips to your clit quickly like a hungry animal he started to suck. Your head flung back giving Felix a better angle to kiss your neck. As he pumped harshly into you, the man below you eating you like a feral animal your high was approaching fast. “Jisung she’s close- god her pretty pussy is clenching so tightly around me- fucking hell she’s gonna milk me good.”

Jisung groaned hearing this moving his hand down to pump his own member as he kept giving your clit all the attention it needed. Felix pounding sloppily now into you as his high was close too. The scene unfolding was straight out of some porno. “Cu- fuck I’m cuming!” You practically screamed out cuming all over Felix’s cock as Jisung lapped up as much of your juices as he could. Felix was quick behind you as he reached his high fast feeling your warmth coat his cock as your walls clenched tightly around him. He came deep inside of you his body stuttering.

Jisung continued to suck at your overly sensitive clit before moving himself “want to stay in with me lix?” He asked the boy who was breathing heavily behind you. “Fuck yeah” he panted. He moved you a bit trying to keep Felix buried deep in you. As he got you positioned he let his cock rub against you spiting on his tip before meeting it at your entrance. Your head was spinning with so much pleasure and of course you weren’t gonna protest. He pushed into you slowly all three of you moaning out.

The feeling of Felix still inside of you, him being limp now but the extra girth driving you insane. Jisungs movements were fast and deep pushing around Felix’s cum with every thrust. “You two are so fucked out it’s so cute” he said his voice a bit shaky. “Y/n fuck you feel so good” he whined out. Felix brought his hand up to play with your clit as jisung leaned down to kiss you sloppily. His tongue instantly darting into your mouth as he sucked your lip between his teeth. Biting it ever so gently. “Jisung!” You moaned into his mouth. Your hands flung around him nails digging into his back.

“Feel good?” He said between kissed. You nod yes as he continued “gon cum on my cock next beautiful? Please- let me feel it” he moaned out letting his body fall to yours as his thrust were becoming erratic. “Ji- close ah just like that. Felix don’t stop” you barked out at the feeling. Body shaking intensely as your high crashed over your walls now clenching around both of the men. Jisungs body stuttered at the feeling dumping all his cum deep inside of you. It mixing with Felix’s and your owns.

Felix went to grab a rag to help you get all cleaned up the 3 of you sitting there heads still reeling. “How about I order some food?” Felix offers. You nod slowly laying your head down on Jisungs shoulder. “Food sounds perfect.” You said eyes half awake.

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Sitting in the kitchen arguing back and forth with Minho you rolled your eyes at him. “Oh whatever” you say getting up to walk out before he’s pinning you against the wall. “Excuse me?” He said eyebrows furrowed looking at you. “Is that how you talk to me now hmm? Has it been that long since I’ve punished you?” He spat brining his hand up to your face to make you look at him. You choked out a small “I” before he was pulling you down to the guest room.

He pushed you to the bed back hitting the soft mattress as he rummaged for something. Your eyes widened as you saw him pulling out the restraints. “Minho- I’m sorry” you stutter out “to late kitten” he said with a smirk “gonna ruin you till you remember who you’re talking too” he said restraining your limbs. He pull down your pants, ripping your shirt off before getting on top of you. He had already pulled his pants down you not realizing it until his cock was staring right at you.

“Open that brat mouth!” He growled making you whimper but quickly doing as he said. He gave you no mercy pushing all his length into you. He roughly fucked your face, his cock hitting the back of your throat. You gagged around his him making him chuckle “you can take it all I know you can kitten” he coo’d. He thrusted in and out of your mouth drool falling down your chin. “Fuck- there’s my kitten” he said in a low groan. His head fell back as he used your mouth mercilessly he could feel his high coming but he didn’t wanna cum just yet. Not before he could burry his cock deep into you.

He pulled out of your mouth with a popping sound, positioning himself at your entrance he looked up at you with hooded eyes. Seeing your face covered in drool made him smirk “such a messy kitten.” He said wiping it away. As he did so he slid his cock ever so slowly into you, hitting deep. He almost always could find the right angel to hit your G-spot. He started to fuck you sloppily knowing his high was already close. He slapped your breast slightly leaving a nice red print before he moved his hand to your throat.

You moaned at the pain, it feeling so pleasurable to you. Your walls clenched around him making him grunt in response “ah kitten gonna cum already?” He teased when you didn’t respond he let another smack to your breast. “I asked you a question” he growled out “uh fuck- yes m’sorry” you replied quickly this time. “Who says you’re allowed to?” He grinned that devilish bunny grin before drilling you hard. Your head was so empty at this point “p-lease” you cried out feeling yourself reaching your high.

He thrusted in a few more times before spilling his cum deep inside of you. His thrusts almost all but stopped making you whine. “Awe did kitten not get to cum? Maybe next time you’ll think twice about picking an argument with me.” He stated as he pulled out of you. The emptiness leaving you a whinny mess “no please-“ you cry out a pout plastering your face. “Don’t worry someone will come help you.” He said as he snapped a picture of you sending it to the group chat titled: Free Use.

“Maybe I’ll come get you when they’re done” he said as he shut the lights off closing the door behind him. You were so frustrated at this point pulling at the straps. A few minutes had passed before you heard someone enter the room it was hyunjin coming to see you. “Hey there my love” he hummed looking over your body. “Whatcha do to make Minho do this?” He said teasing you, he quickly leaned down to kiss your soft lips. “He said I was giving him attitude.”You pouted.

“He’s probably right you do, do that a lot” he chuckled kissing you again “he didn’t let you cum did he?” He asked now making his way to your heated core. You shook your head no looking as the man moved “ah want me to help you love?” He said his voice soft. You nod “please” your voice barely audible at this point. He smiled unzipping his pants he had on, discarding them somewhere in the room. “Gonna help me cum too?” He said softly as he ran the cock head up and down your still soaked folds. “Y-yes” you stuttered out.

“That’s my girl” he said getting his body underneath of you. He angled himself just right before pushing up into you. His arms wrapped around your body pulling you as close as possible before fucking you like som horny rabbit. “Ah hyune” you moaned out his body already twitching at the feeling. “Shit- the picture he sent out was so fucking hot-“ he said pulling you into a sloppy make out session. “I could- could have came just at the sight- fuck y/n you’re so fucking hot” he moaned out his words running together.

He moved his hands down to your chest playing with your nipples as he sucked one breast. Hyunjin was always so passionate and loving during sex. When situations were like this though? He was extra loving. His goals was always to just please you, make you cum first and then finish himself. Normally when you came is when he was letting himself go.

Hyunjin pulled away from the kiss pulling your bottom lip between his teeth with a soft bite. “God- y/n I can’t get over how perfect you are” he said through breaths. He ran a hand down to your clit now making perfect circles as he thrusted sloppily into you. He bottomed out hitting your g-spot swiftly. You both let out sinful moans, the sounds of you both filled the room in such harmony. “Gon cum on my cock pretty? Gon make a mess?”

You nod yes your mind completely and utterly (and literally) fucked. Your mind was so blank from the pleasure and over stimulation your body shook. “That’s it my love cum all over me, I’ll fill this cunt in return hm?” He rambled. He leaned back a bit as he watched you take his cock in and out so nicely. His high coming fast as he felt your walls clench around him. “That’s it- fuck yes- cum for me baby” he groaned.

Your head flung back finally getting the release you so desperately needed. Gushing around his cock he spilled deep into you filling you with all of his. He wrapped his arms around you kissing you lovingly. “You ok love?” He asked trying to still catch his breath. “Mhm” you nodded giving his cheek a soft peck. The door cracked open “she still in there?” A familiar voice asked “I don’t know dude go in and check.” Another voice said. Hyunjin chuckled a bit “I think you have some more hungry men coming for you.”

As moved away from you, your head still in the clouds from him he kissed your forehead. “I’ll tell them to go easy” he said sweetly chuckling as he opened the door “be gentle guys” he said patting the two younger boys. “I will I don’t know about this freak though” Jeongin laughed poking at Seungmin.

“Look at what that bratty little mouth gets you into” Seungmin laughed looking down at you. “Maybe this was her plan?” Jeongin added. The other boy shrugged at his words “probably she’s a little whore” he said leaning down to you. “Didn’t ask Minho about the restraints?” He added. Jeongin nodded “yeah, he said to let her off but to make sure she’s ruined first” he grinned.

Jeongin went to untie your legs Seungmin having other ideas first. He dropped his pants straddling your chest like Minho had before. “Open up pup I got you a bone” he chuckled at his words. Your mind was still in space your mouth opening out of reflex. “Good girl” he said pushing the tip into your mouth. “Don’t you wanna untie her hands first?” Jeongin asked looking up at the other man. He shook his head quickly “no she can keep her hands tied until I have my fun”

Seungmin was using your mouth, fucking into you not as rough as Minho but just about. He was hitting the back of your throat precum dripping from it. He took your head pushing it roughly as he fucked into you. Jeongin on the other hand was leaving sweet kisses to your thighs as he pulled his own pants down. He grinned his cock up and down your folds “you’re such a mess baby, you’ve taken what 2 loads already? You really are gonna be full.” He said his eyes half open.

“By the time we are done she’s gonna be gushing with all of our cum.” He hissed. You moaned against his cock eyes fluttering open and close. The three of you letting out soft moans and grunts. Jeongin started to play with your clit making your back arch and legs shake a bit. You were so overstimulated already you didn’t know if you could take it anymore. “Fuck you’re taking my cock so well such a good little pup hm?” He said sliding his hand down your neck and back up.

“I can’t hold out any longer dude” Jeongin said as he pushed himself into you. You let out a muffled moan around seungmins cock making the man’s head fall backwards in pleasure. “Fuck-“ he spat out. Jeongins movements were fast and sloppy. His thrusts spilling the others’s cum out of you. The sound of his ball slapping your wet cunt filled the air. You were getting used so well.

“Ah fuck baby you’re so fucking wet” jeongin moaned out. “Yeah she likes being out little fuck toy huh? Like us using all your holes like this? Filthy little mutt” Seungmin babble on. You could only reply with a moan in confirmation. When people say your mind goes blank from pleasure this is what they mean. Your head was so empty only thoughts of them. “Fuck dude I’m close, let’s switch” Seungmin asked pulling out of your mouth. Drool ran down your chin, lips swollen from all the abuse to your mouth.

Jeongin nodded switching spots with the other man. Jeongin wiped the drool from you kissing your forehead softly. He removed your hand restrains letting your them fall to your sides. “Wanna open for me baby?” He coo’d. You were about to nod but Seungmin had mercilessly pushed deep into you fast. Bottoming out quick as he hit the back of your walls. Hit cock head hitting your g-spot as he pushed in and out of you. You left out the most desperate whine making jeongin smirk. “Give me your hands baby I’ll keep you here.”

Jeongin interlocked your fingers together as he pushed the tip into your mouth. He let you take your time with him knowing you were already through the wringer today. “My sweet baby, you’re doing so well” he praised you letting go of one of your hands to wipe away a hair.

Seungmin was in his own little world right now as he fucked brain dead into you. He was going stupid, pounding deep into you. “Shit- you gonna cum? You’re clenching so much around me fuck- gonna- agh- not gonna-“ seungmins words ran together as his high was at its peak. “Your pussy is sucking me so good. My dirty little pup gonna take all my cum?” He said tongue hanging out. He started to leave circles on your throbbing clit making your body jolt. As it did you took all of jeongin into your mouth deep. “Ah- fuck-“ he groaned out.

“Y/n!” Seungmin almost screamed out as he dumped all his cum inside of you. You could feel his ball releasing all of him inside of you. “Shit- I’m close” Jeongin said as he listened to you moaning from the feeling of being stuffed again. “Dude I don’t think I can move” Seungmin said his chest heaving. Jeongin nodded pushing in and out of your mouth a bit rougher now chasing his own high. “Fuck- listen keep playing with that perfect clit.” Jeongin demanded which Seungmin happily obliged.

You could feel yourself coming undone and in a matter of seconds your high was crashing around you yet again. This time it was more intense. Your body shook eyes pricked with tears as Jeongin came half way in your mouth the other half on your chest. “Shi- I’m sorry” he mumbled out. All three of you were panting trying to catch your breath. Minho had come to knock on the door “alright guys let y/n have a break” he said softly standing in the doorway now. Jeongin went to grab you a towel as seungmin wrapped his arms around you.

He peppered small kisses to your shoulder “such a good girl, you’re such a good girl” he repeated trying to sooth you from your high. After getting cleaned up and everything the boys laid beside you curled up into their arms. Minho smiled at the scene pulling the covers over you all kissing your head softly. “Get some rest kitten”

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You had surprised Chan at the studio with some of his favorite food. You both sat and chatted while you devoured the delicious food. “Chan you still here?” A voice asked as the door opened. “Oh hey y/n! Wait! You brought food and didn’t ask me to come down” he whined. Chan and you both chuckled “don’t be silly Binnie I brought you some too!” You said pulling a bag from the side. “I figured you were here” you said smiling passing him the bag. The three of you sat and chatted before the two men went about their work.

You sat there on your phone just scrolling until you saw something pop up. You giggled a little sending it to Chan who looked at it right away. He turned around with a shit eating grin “first why is this popping up for you and two come take your place princess.” Chan moved his chair back placing one of the hoodies he has draped over the other chair on the floor. Changbin tilted his head “what are you doing?” He asked curiously. Chan doesn’t say anything just shows him the picture. It’s a picture of someone on their knees under the desk with a massive cock in their mouth as the man above does work. The caption reads: Two Kinds of work loads.

Changbin shook his head chuckling a bit. “Y/n sometimes I think your sex drive can out match all of us” he laughed harder. You roll your eyes “so you’re saying you don’t want me to do it to you too?” You said teasingly. He coughed his words getting stuck in his throat “I- that’s not what I said” Chan laughed this time pointing at the other man “you got him all flustered y/n”

You got into position under the desk Chan having his pants down just enough for you to get to his half harden cock. You gulped back saliva your moth watering at the sight. “All mine” you said giving his head soft kisses. “All yours princess” he coo’d back at you. You slowly started to take his length as he tried to focus on working. Changbin had moved his chair close to you looking down at you with hooded eyes. You smiled letting your free hand lay on his bulge that was growing in his pants.

A few minutes went by Bins aching cock tight in his pants. He moved your hand softly to the side before pulling his joggers down his thick cock sprung out dripping with precum already. You moved from sucking Chan to sucking Bin letting your hand play with Chans long veiny cock. Both of the sexy men above you let out small grunts and groans as you had your fun below the table. A bit into this switching back and forth you were back at Chan. His hands reached down pulling your head fully down his cock, making you gag.

He let out the most sinful noise, your already dripping core clenching around nothing at the sound of him. You looked up at him eyes glassed over. He smiled down at you “c’mere princess let me make you feel good.” He said bringing you up as he cupped your face “lay on the couch” he said fondly as he stripped you of your bottoms. He licked his lips as he started down at your core dripping with arousal. “Shit-“ he let out softly before diving into your dripping cunt. He sucked harshly at your clit pushing 2 fingers into you.

He pumped his arm into slowly but deeply, arching his fingers in you hitting all your sweet spots. You left out sweet moans gripping onto his head. You looked over at the other man who was sitting there mouth open as he jerked himself off. “Bin- c’mere” you said voice hot. It took him a moment to realize what you had said before quickly getting up. He kneeled beside you “yes bunny?” He asked sweetly. You open your mouth slightly looking up at him with puppy dog eyes “wanna make you feel good”

Bin was slowly fucking your mouth, he was so gentle and tender as he did so. While he was doing that Chan was getting pussy drunk. He was devouring every inch of your body trembling under him. You pulled away from bin for only a second “close” you groaned out. Chan picked up his pace fucking his hand into you more as he felt your walls clench around them. You gripped onto bins hands making him melt into you as you came undone.

Bin sat on the couch holding you up as he moved you on top of him. His cock poking at your entrance, Chan also positioned himself about you. “Princess if you can’t take us both you tell me ok?” Chan said softly looking down at you. You nodded yes in agreement, you’ve done this before but with a different smaller member. Bin was really girth and putting it together with Chan long cock was, well let’s just say an automatic orgasm.

Bin pushed into you first moving a bit before Chan joined in. Both cocked filled your pussy so full. So so full. “Fucking hell” you moaned out grabbing onto Chan quickly. After they gave you some time to settle that was it. All three of you were so desperate, searching for you won highs as you fucked. The sounds of you pussy being violated like this were hot but not hotter that the sounds of the two men. God. Was it hot. They fucked into you good and deep hitting your g-spot stretching your hole.

You felt your body getting tight again feeling those wires about to snap once more. Your pussy gripped around them so tightly making them moan in response. “Y/n ah fuck close” bin babbled “gonna fill you” he said holding onto you tightly. Chan wasn’t doing much better every movement brought him closer and closers. His body shaking as he pushed deep into you. “Y/n- fuck I love you augh princess I love you so much.” He said with a long groan.

Chan brought down his hand to play with your clit as changbin started to play with your breast. At the stimulation you gasped nails digging into Chans back. Your body shook hard as those wires broke one by one. “Cuming!” You almost screamed out creaming around both of their cocks. The feeling making changbin buck his hips one more time before spilling inside you. Chan road out your high as his crashed, his cock twitching as he dumped himself into.

Changbins muscles gave out as you all tumbled to the couch. You all sat there panting, you feeling all the cum drip down your leg. “Here- princess” Chan breathed out taking tissues to clean you up. “My pretty bunny” bin said kissing your neck. “She did so well hmm?” He asked looking at Chan “she did so very well” he said kissing you cheek.

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This isn't a want or desire it's a DIRE NEED LIKE I WILL DIE IF I DON'T GET THIS.

*Our Toy*

Paring: OT8 x Reader (Fem)

Genre: Smut (literally just straight porn no real plot)

Warnings: Multiple orgasms, Multiple partners (basically Polly), Restraints, slight degrading, Lots of pet names, Creampie, unprotected sex, face fucking, oral (both M/F receiving), tit smacks, overstimulation uhm?? I know I definitely probably missed some

Side note wrote this 2 days apart cause of work and I was half asleep for some of it so I hope it came out not jumbled around like it seems in my head.

Kink(s): Free Use + Sharing is caring lol

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You have basically just become the boys’s fuck toy. What started off as a thought with bangchan ended up with you being free use for the rest of the members. What a good leader right? Letting them have fun with you to ease their stress, i mean in his own words “how can i keep such a beautiful thing like you only for myself?” Is Chan your boyfriend? Yeah. And the others? They basically are too. Are you complaining though? 8 attractive men horning after you wanting all your attention and love?

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You were sprawled out on the couch staring blankly at the tv as Felix laid on the other side of you. He had his arms lazily draped around you half watching the tv half asleep. As his eyes flickered open and close you moved yourself feeling yourself falling off the couch. You pushed your body back into the half awake boy, ass pushing firmly against his pelvis. He left out a soft whimper at the feeling, you not meaning it in anyway besides trying to get situated. He kissed your neck sweetly his arms pulling you into him even more as he slowly started to hump you. “Ah- lix” you said voice almost a whisper.

“I’m sorry do you want me to stop?” He asks his voice hazy. You shook your head no making him sigh out of relief. He placed his hands on your hips pushing his ever growing bulge against your clothed ass. His kisses were becoming sloppier as he started to suck at small spots. Both of you letting out barely audible moans at the friction. “Lix” you whimpered becoming needy. He ran his hands over your body, they caressed your breast playing with your nipples. “How do you get me so horny so fast” he whined against your skin.

His words made you giggle a little moving your hips back to meet his movements “same reason you get me soaked so fast” your words made his head reel. He pushed down his pants sprinting his cock free as he pulled yours down just enough to push his cock In. It nestled between your folds as he kept rutting into you. Your slick lubing him up as he moved. “Shit- there’s- there’s no way I’m lasting long.” He whined out. He gripped you tightly as he moved between your soaked lips.

As he slid in bottoming out you heard a door open, jisung rubbing his eyes as he came out for a drink. Felix didn’t stop though he started to move slowly but deeply into you letting out Low groans. Jisung raised an eyebrow, sipping on his drink he made his way to the living room. His eyes lit up seeing the sight below him “shit- you two are hot as fuck.” He smirked. “Lixie you sound like you’re bout ready to bust” he teased the other boy.

“Agh well- yeah she’s so- fuck- fucking warm” he said rolling his head back to look at the boy “she cum yet?” He questioned coming around to the other side. Looking at you both for an answer. “We just- started” you said breathily. Jisung smirk grew “let me help then. I mean Felix is already so close beautiful let me help you cum”

Before he even had an answer from either of you he was pulling down your shorts more. Greeted by the sight of how soaked you were, his band mates cock fucking into you so nicely. Fuck. Fuck did you look so good. He attached his lips to your clit quickly like a hungry animal he started to suck. Your head flung back giving Felix a better angle to kiss your neck. As he pumped harshly into you, the man below you eating you like a feral animal your high was approaching fast. “Jisung she’s close- god her pretty pussy is clenching so tightly around me- fucking hell she’s gonna milk me good.”

Jisung groaned hearing this moving his hand down to pump his own member as he kept giving your clit all the attention it needed. Felix pounding sloppily now into you as his high was close too. The scene unfolding was straight out of some porno. “Cu- fuck I’m cuming!” You practically screamed out cuming all over Felix’s cock as Jisung lapped up as much of your juices as he could. Felix was quick behind you as he reached his high fast feeling your warmth coat his cock as your walls clenched tightly around him. He came deep inside of you his body stuttering.

Jisung continued to suck at your overly sensitive clit before moving himself “want to stay in with me lix?” He asked the boy who was breathing heavily behind you. “Fuck yeah” he panted. He moved you a bit trying to keep Felix buried deep in you. As he got you positioned he let his cock rub against you spiting on his tip before meeting it at your entrance. Your head was spinning with so much pleasure and of course you weren’t gonna protest. He pushed into you slowly all three of you moaning out.

The feeling of Felix still inside of you, him being limp now but the extra girth driving you insane. Jisungs movements were fast and deep pushing around Felix’s cum with every thrust. “You two are so fucked out it’s so cute” he said his voice a bit shaky. “Y/n fuck you feel so good” he whined out. Felix brought his hand up to play with your clit as jisung leaned down to kiss you sloppily. His tongue instantly darting into your mouth as he sucked your lip between his teeth. Biting it ever so gently. “Jisung!” You moaned into his mouth. Your hands flung around him nails digging into his back.

“Feel good?” He said between kissed. You nod yes as he continued “gon cum on my cock next beautiful? Please- let me feel it” he moaned out letting his body fall to yours as his thrust were becoming erratic. “Ji- close ah just like that. Felix don’t stop” you barked out at the feeling. Body shaking intensely as your high crashed over your walls now clenching around both of the men. Jisungs body stuttered at the feeling dumping all his cum deep inside of you. It mixing with Felix’s and your owns.

Felix went to grab a rag to help you get all cleaned up the 3 of you sitting there heads still reeling. “How about I order some food?” Felix offers. You nod slowly laying your head down on Jisungs shoulder. “Food sounds perfect.” You said eyes half awake.

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Sitting in the kitchen arguing back and forth with Minho you rolled your eyes at him. “Oh whatever” you say getting up to walk out before he’s pinning you against the wall. “Excuse me?” He said eyebrows furrowed looking at you. “Is that how you talk to me now hmm? Has it been that long since I’ve punished you?” He spat brining his hand up to your face to make you look at him. You choked out a small “I” before he was pulling you down to the guest room.

He pushed you to the bed back hitting the soft mattress as he rummaged for something. Your eyes widened as you saw him pulling out the restraints. “Minho- I’m sorry” you stutter out “to late kitten” he said with a smirk “gonna ruin you till you remember who you’re talking too” he said restraining your limbs. He pull down your pants, ripping your shirt off before getting on top of you. He had already pulled his pants down you not realizing it until his cock was staring right at you.

“Open that brat mouth!” He growled making you whimper but quickly doing as he said. He gave you no mercy pushing all his length into you. He roughly fucked your face, his cock hitting the back of your throat. You gagged around his him making him chuckle “you can take it all I know you can kitten” he coo’d. He thrusted in and out of your mouth drool falling down your chin. “Fuck- there’s my kitten” he said in a low groan. His head fell back as he used your mouth mercilessly he could feel his high coming but he didn’t wanna cum just yet. Not before he could burry his cock deep into you.

He pulled out of your mouth with a popping sound, positioning himself at your entrance he looked up at you with hooded eyes. Seeing your face covered in drool made him smirk “such a messy kitten.” He said wiping it away. As he did so he slid his cock ever so slowly into you, hitting deep. He almost always could find the right angel to hit your G-spot. He started to fuck you sloppily knowing his high was already close. He slapped your breast slightly leaving a nice red print before he moved his hand to your throat.

You moaned at the pain, it feeling so pleasurable to you. Your walls clenched around him making him grunt in response “ah kitten gonna cum already?” He teased when you didn’t respond he let another smack to your breast. “I asked you a question” he growled out “uh fuck- yes m’sorry” you replied quickly this time. “Who says you’re allowed to?” He grinned that devilish bunny grin before drilling you hard. Your head was so empty at this point “p-lease” you cried out feeling yourself reaching your high.

He thrusted in a few more times before spilling his cum deep inside of you. His thrusts almost all but stopped making you whine. “Awe did kitten not get to cum? Maybe next time you’ll think twice about picking an argument with me.” He stated as he pulled out of you. The emptiness leaving you a whinny mess “no please-“ you cry out a pout plastering your face. “Don’t worry someone will come help you.” He said as he snapped a picture of you sending it to the group chat titled: Free Use.

“Maybe I’ll come get you when they’re done” he said as he shut the lights off closing the door behind him. You were so frustrated at this point pulling at the straps. A few minutes had passed before you heard someone enter the room it was hyunjin coming to see you. “Hey there my love” he hummed looking over your body. “Whatcha do to make Minho do this?” He said teasing you, he quickly leaned down to kiss your soft lips. “He said I was giving him attitude.”You pouted.

“He’s probably right you do, do that a lot” he chuckled kissing you again “he didn’t let you cum did he?” He asked now making his way to your heated core. You shook your head no looking as the man moved “ah want me to help you love?” He said his voice soft. You nod “please” your voice barely audible at this point. He smiled unzipping his pants he had on, discarding them somewhere in the room. “Gonna help me cum too?” He said softly as he ran the cock head up and down your still soaked folds. “Y-yes” you stuttered out.

“That’s my girl” he said getting his body underneath of you. He angled himself just right before pushing up into you. His arms wrapped around your body pulling you as close as possible before fucking you like som horny rabbit. “Ah hyune” you moaned out his body already twitching at the feeling. “Shit- the picture he sent out was so fucking hot-“ he said pulling you into a sloppy make out session. “I could- could have came just at the sight- fuck y/n you’re so fucking hot” he moaned out his words running together.

He moved his hands down to your chest playing with your nipples as he sucked one breast. Hyunjin was always so passionate and loving during sex. When situations were like this though? He was extra loving. His goals was always to just please you, make you cum first and then finish himself. Normally when you came is when he was letting himself go.

Hyunjin pulled away from the kiss pulling your bottom lip between his teeth with a soft bite. “God- y/n I can’t get over how perfect you are” he said through breaths. He ran a hand down to your clit now making perfect circles as he thrusted sloppily into you. He bottomed out hitting your g-spot swiftly. You both let out sinful moans, the sounds of you both filled the room in such harmony. “Gon cum on my cock pretty? Gon make a mess?”

You nod yes your mind completely and utterly (and literally) fucked. Your mind was so blank from the pleasure and over stimulation your body shook. “That’s it my love cum all over me, I’ll fill this cunt in return hm?” He rambled. He leaned back a bit as he watched you take his cock in and out so nicely. His high coming fast as he felt your walls clench around him. “That’s it- fuck yes- cum for me baby” he groaned.

Your head flung back finally getting the release you so desperately needed. Gushing around his cock he spilled deep into you filling you with all of his. He wrapped his arms around you kissing you lovingly. “You ok love?” He asked trying to still catch his breath. “Mhm” you nodded giving his cheek a soft peck. The door cracked open “she still in there?” A familiar voice asked “I don’t know dude go in and check.” Another voice said. Hyunjin chuckled a bit “I think you have some more hungry men coming for you.”

As moved away from you, your head still in the clouds from him he kissed your forehead. “I’ll tell them to go easy” he said sweetly chuckling as he opened the door “be gentle guys” he said patting the two younger boys. “I will I don’t know about this freak though” Jeongin laughed poking at Seungmin.

“Look at what that bratty little mouth gets you into” Seungmin laughed looking down at you. “Maybe this was her plan?” Jeongin added. The other boy shrugged at his words “probably she’s a little whore” he said leaning down to you. “Didn’t ask Minho about the restraints?” He added. Jeongin nodded “yeah, he said to let her off but to make sure she’s ruined first” he grinned.

Jeongin went to untie your legs Seungmin having other ideas first. He dropped his pants straddling your chest like Minho had before. “Open up pup I got you a bone” he chuckled at his words. Your mind was still in space your mouth opening out of reflex. “Good girl” he said pushing the tip into your mouth. “Don’t you wanna untie her hands first?” Jeongin asked looking up at the other man. He shook his head quickly “no she can keep her hands tied until I have my fun”

Seungmin was using your mouth, fucking into you not as rough as Minho but just about. He was hitting the back of your throat precum dripping from it. He took your head pushing it roughly as he fucked into you. Jeongin on the other hand was leaving sweet kisses to your thighs as he pulled his own pants down. He grinned his cock up and down your folds “you’re such a mess baby, you’ve taken what 2 loads already? You really are gonna be full.” He said his eyes half open.

“By the time we are done she’s gonna be gushing with all of our cum.” He hissed. You moaned against his cock eyes fluttering open and close. The three of you letting out soft moans and grunts. Jeongin started to play with your clit making your back arch and legs shake a bit. You were so overstimulated already you didn’t know if you could take it anymore. “Fuck you’re taking my cock so well such a good little pup hm?” He said sliding his hand down your neck and back up.

“I can’t hold out any longer dude” Jeongin said as he pushed himself into you. You let out a muffled moan around seungmins cock making the man’s head fall backwards in pleasure. “Fuck-“ he spat out. Jeongins movements were fast and sloppy. His thrusts spilling the others’s cum out of you. The sound of his ball slapping your wet cunt filled the air. You were getting used so well.

“Ah fuck baby you’re so fucking wet” jeongin moaned out. “Yeah she likes being out little fuck toy huh? Like us using all your holes like this? Filthy little mutt” Seungmin babble on. You could only reply with a moan in confirmation. When people say your mind goes blank from pleasure this is what they mean. Your head was so empty only thoughts of them. “Fuck dude I’m close, let’s switch” Seungmin asked pulling out of your mouth. Drool ran down your chin, lips swollen from all the abuse to your mouth.

Jeongin nodded switching spots with the other man. Jeongin wiped the drool from you kissing your forehead softly. He removed your hand restrains letting your them fall to your sides. “Wanna open for me baby?” He coo’d. You were about to nod but Seungmin had mercilessly pushed deep into you fast. Bottoming out quick as he hit the back of your walls. Hit cock head hitting your g-spot as he pushed in and out of you. You left out the most desperate whine making jeongin smirk. “Give me your hands baby I’ll keep you here.”

Jeongin interlocked your fingers together as he pushed the tip into your mouth. He let you take your time with him knowing you were already through the wringer today. “My sweet baby, you’re doing so well” he praised you letting go of one of your hands to wipe away a hair.

Seungmin was in his own little world right now as he fucked brain dead into you. He was going stupid, pounding deep into you. “Shit- you gonna cum? You’re clenching so much around me fuck- gonna- agh- not gonna-“ seungmins words ran together as his high was at its peak. “Your pussy is sucking me so good. My dirty little pup gonna take all my cum?” He said tongue hanging out. He started to leave circles on your throbbing clit making your body jolt. As it did you took all of jeongin into your mouth deep. “Ah- fuck-“ he groaned out.

“Y/n!” Seungmin almost screamed out as he dumped all his cum inside of you. You could feel his ball releasing all of him inside of you. “Shit- I’m close” Jeongin said as he listened to you moaning from the feeling of being stuffed again. “Dude I don’t think I can move” Seungmin said his chest heaving. Jeongin nodded pushing in and out of your mouth a bit rougher now chasing his own high. “Fuck- listen keep playing with that perfect clit.” Jeongin demanded which Seungmin happily obliged.

You could feel yourself coming undone and in a matter of seconds your high was crashing around you yet again. This time it was more intense. Your body shook eyes pricked with tears as Jeongin came half way in your mouth the other half on your chest. “Shi- I’m sorry” he mumbled out. All three of you were panting trying to catch your breath. Minho had come to knock on the door “alright guys let y/n have a break” he said softly standing in the doorway now. Jeongin went to grab you a towel as seungmin wrapped his arms around you.

He peppered small kisses to your shoulder “such a good girl, you’re such a good girl” he repeated trying to sooth you from your high. After getting cleaned up and everything the boys laid beside you curled up into their arms. Minho smiled at the scene pulling the covers over you all kissing your head softly. “Get some rest kitten”

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You had surprised Chan at the studio with some of his favorite food. You both sat and chatted while you devoured the delicious food. “Chan you still here?” A voice asked as the door opened. “Oh hey y/n! Wait! You brought food and didn’t ask me to come down” he whined. Chan and you both chuckled “don’t be silly Binnie I brought you some too!” You said pulling a bag from the side. “I figured you were here” you said smiling passing him the bag. The three of you sat and chatted before the two men went about their work.

You sat there on your phone just scrolling until you saw something pop up. You giggled a little sending it to Chan who looked at it right away. He turned around with a shit eating grin “first why is this popping up for you and two come take your place princess.” Chan moved his chair back placing one of the hoodies he has draped over the other chair on the floor. Changbin tilted his head “what are you doing?” He asked curiously. Chan doesn’t say anything just shows him the picture. It’s a picture of someone on their knees under the desk with a massive cock in their mouth as the man above does work. The caption reads: Two Kinds of work loads.

Changbin shook his head chuckling a bit. “Y/n sometimes I think your sex drive can out match all of us” he laughed harder. You roll your eyes “so you’re saying you don’t want me to do it to you too?” You said teasingly. He coughed his words getting stuck in his throat “I- that’s not what I said” Chan laughed this time pointing at the other man “you got him all flustered y/n”

You got into position under the desk Chan having his pants down just enough for you to get to his half harden cock. You gulped back saliva your moth watering at the sight. “All mine” you said giving his head soft kisses. “All yours princess” he coo’d back at you. You slowly started to take his length as he tried to focus on working. Changbin had moved his chair close to you looking down at you with hooded eyes. You smiled letting your free hand lay on his bulge that was growing in his pants.

A few minutes went by Bins aching cock tight in his pants. He moved your hand softly to the side before pulling his joggers down his thick cock sprung out dripping with precum already. You moved from sucking Chan to sucking Bin letting your hand play with Chans long veiny cock. Both of the sexy men above you let out small grunts and groans as you had your fun below the table. A bit into this switching back and forth you were back at Chan. His hands reached down pulling your head fully down his cock, making you gag.

He let out the most sinful noise, your already dripping core clenching around nothing at the sound of him. You looked up at him eyes glassed over. He smiled down at you “c’mere princess let me make you feel good.” He said bringing you up as he cupped your face “lay on the couch” he said fondly as he stripped you of your bottoms. He licked his lips as he started down at your core dripping with arousal. “Shit-“ he let out softly before diving into your dripping cunt. He sucked harshly at your clit pushing 2 fingers into you.

He pumped his arm into slowly but deeply, arching his fingers in you hitting all your sweet spots. You left out sweet moans gripping onto his head. You looked over at the other man who was sitting there mouth open as he jerked himself off. “Bin- c’mere” you said voice hot. It took him a moment to realize what you had said before quickly getting up. He kneeled beside you “yes bunny?” He asked sweetly. You open your mouth slightly looking up at him with puppy dog eyes “wanna make you feel good”

Bin was slowly fucking your mouth, he was so gentle and tender as he did so. While he was doing that Chan was getting pussy drunk. He was devouring every inch of your body trembling under him. You pulled away from bin for only a second “close” you groaned out. Chan picked up his pace fucking his hand into you more as he felt your walls clench around them. You gripped onto bins hands making him melt into you as you came undone.

Bin sat on the couch holding you up as he moved you on top of him. His cock poking at your entrance, Chan also positioned himself about you. “Princess if you can’t take us both you tell me ok?” Chan said softly looking down at you. You nodded yes in agreement, you’ve done this before but with a different smaller member. Bin was really girth and putting it together with Chan long cock was, well let’s just say an automatic orgasm.

Bin pushed into you first moving a bit before Chan joined in. Both cocked filled your pussy so full. So so full. “Fucking hell” you moaned out grabbing onto Chan quickly. After they gave you some time to settle that was it. All three of you were so desperate, searching for you won highs as you fucked. The sounds of you pussy being violated like this were hot but not hotter that the sounds of the two men. God. Was it hot. They fucked into you good and deep hitting your g-spot stretching your hole.

You felt your body getting tight again feeling those wires about to snap once more. Your pussy gripped around them so tightly making them moan in response. “Y/n ah fuck close” bin babbled “gonna fill you” he said holding onto you tightly. Chan wasn’t doing much better every movement brought him closer and closers. His body shaking as he pushed deep into you. “Y/n- fuck I love you augh princess I love you so much.” He said with a long groan.

Chan brought down his hand to play with your clit as changbin started to play with your breast. At the stimulation you gasped nails digging into Chans back. Your body shook hard as those wires broke one by one. “Cuming!” You almost screamed out creaming around both of their cocks. The feeling making changbin buck his hips one more time before spilling inside you. Chan road out your high as his crashed, his cock twitching as he dumped himself into.

Changbins muscles gave out as you all tumbled to the couch. You all sat there panting, you feeling all the cum drip down your leg. “Here- princess” Chan breathed out taking tissues to clean you up. “My pretty bunny” bin said kissing your neck. “She did so well hmm?” He asked looking at Chan “she did so very well” he said kissing you cheek.

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