#DAPPER FUCKER

[pyrosomatic-metamorphosis]

.... connecting several thoughts here now. dying .

"The longer i stay in one place, the more dangerous it gets." <- that's probably one of the reasons why bad wants to go back to purgatory. not the only reason but making himself harder to find might. be a factor.

and dapper obviously knows his dad is dying. bad SAID it to him. he tells dapper everything. thats his baby. dapper once said "i need another parent." i cant remember everything he said exactly and he did acknowledge baghera, but. baghera is Gone. if bad goes to purgatory or dies, dapper NEEDS another parent, or else he'll die too. god. god. he doesn't want another parent. he needs one.

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Dapper Vincent Price

[andi-o-geyser]

Ladies and gentlemen. The man, the myth, the legend: Dr. Dre Dra(nzel)

[cattonicdragon]

If the eggs die I will cry

[blowflyfag]

Gonna be real I’m praying for Carlito to join the judgment day so he’s then a hot buff goth dude Jesus Christ guys he’s so fucking hot rn??? Like he was hot before sure but jeeeeesus is he fucking hot rn bros aging like WINE

[altruisticalastor]

↳˗ˏˋAlastor x Readerˊˎ˗ ↴

☒ Summary: Alastor was on edge from the early reaping approaching. He was in his radio tower every hour of every day. You worried for him. But you didn't dare to disturb his work. You knew better than that.

☒ Warnings: fem!reader, smut, implied established relationship, full demonic form!alastor, power imbalance, (alastor owns reader's soul), size kink, dacryphilia, creampie, begging, tentacle usage

☒ Word Count: 1,654

Selling your soul over to Alastor wasn't all that bad. 

The Radio Demon proved to be cordial. As long as you stayed in line. You hadn't planned on relinquishing your soul. Let alone to the heartless son of a bitch, Alastor. 

But the dapper man presented you with an offer you couldn't deny. Your soul in exchange for protection and power. As a new demon perusing through hell, you knew some help would be needed during the yearly reapings. So, you shook on it. Sealing your fate. 

Over the decades of being chained to Alastor, he began to grow a soft spot for you. It was gradual, but before you knew it, The Radio Demon had you hanging on to every word he said. 

You assumed your little crush for Alastor was one-sided. But one evening, Nifty blabbered to you about Alastor's habit of slaughtering any demon that even looked at you funny. Your heart skipped a beat. From then on, you picked up on all the glances he shot your way. 

Anytime you were in a room together, his crimson gaze was on you. Alastor watched you as if you were his prey. You didn't fail to notice how he only allowed you to touch him without repercussion. The Radio Demon often eased up from your warm embraces, which solidified your suspicions.

It didn't take long after that for Alastor to call you out on your fondness for him. You were more than flustered when he admitted to knowing all along. But The Radio Demon quickly eased your spiraling thoughts. He admitted to the feeling being mutual. 

From that day forward, your relationship only flourished. But Alastor always made it a point to highlight that he was the one in control at all times. 

Alastor was on edge from the early reaping approaching. He was in his radio tower every hour of every day. You worried for him. But you didn't dare to disturb his work. You knew better than that.

Eventually, you had no choice. It had been weeks, and no one had heard from Alastor. The hotel patrons pleaded for you to bring him out of his workspace. You denied it vehemently until those fuckers peer-pressured you into caving. 

You muttered curses as you marched up to Alastor's radio tower. You cleared your throat before calling out to him. Your balled-up fists trembling beside you. "A-Alastor? May I come in?" 

As the seconds of silence flew by, your anxiety increased. A few minutes passed before the door flung open. Revealing an unmistakably irritated Alastor. "What is it?" His sharp tone sent a chill down your spine as he stepped aside. Allowing you to enter his sacred space. 

"E-Everyone's worried about you. So I just wanted to make sure that you were okay," Your voice was timid as you fixed your gaze on the floor. You heard a deep sigh escape Alastor before you felt his hands on you. He grasped your jaw firmly, forcing you to look him in the eyes. 

"You doubt my competence, my dear?" You froze, desperately racking your brain for a response. Alastor's other hand held your hip firmly. His grasp on you was bruising, no doubt. "Of course not! I just- with all the stress you've been under I... I want to help you in any way I can!"

You saw the wheels turning in Alastor's mind from your declaration. His hand at your jaw slithered down. Clutching your other hip as he pushed you backward. You stumbled slightly, and a gasp escaped you as your backside came in contact with his control panel. "Anything, you say?" 

Alastor's voice was low as he hoisted you up. You now sat atop the control panel as The Radio Demon slotted himself between your parted thighs. You nodded fervently in agreement. "Anything, use me how you see fit."

That was all the conformation he needed. Alastor wasted no time hiking your skirt over your thighs. A blunt gasp escaped you as his sharp nails dipped between your legs, tearing your panties to shreds in one swift motion. Your eyes widened as you noticed The Radio Demon begin to morph into something more sinister before your very eyes. 

Alastor's antlers tripled in size, as did his frame. A glowing red X marked the middle of his forehead, and his pupils turned into radio dials. His body completely enveloped yours as Alastor freed himself from his trousers. You bit your lip in anticipation as you admired his length. His antlers weren't the only thing that tripled. 

His cock was an angry red, leaking a copious amount of precum as he bullied himself into your welcoming walls. "A-Alastor!" You whined as the tip of his hard length pushed past the tight ring of your pussy. You outstretched your arms to wrap around his twisted neck. But before you could get that far, Alastor's tendrils came out to play. 

"Don't get ahead of yourself, my dear. I'm the one in control. Do I need to remind you of that?" Alastor's radio static was heavier on his tone than ever. A gasp escaped you as his tentacles tangled around your limbs. Your arms were now bound, and your legs were spread wide, giving Alastor better access to your dripping heat. 

But that wasn't all. Your glowing green choker appeared before your very eyes. Alastor removed one hand from your hip to clutch the chain leash that dangled off your collar. A loud moan escaped you as Alastor plowed the rest of his cock deep inside your pussy. 

"You speak when I say you can speak." He groaned, thrusting into you deep and tugging you closer by the blunt green chain.

"You touch me when I say you can touch me." Alastor pulled back, leaving only the tip of his ruddy cock nestled inside you.

"And you come when I say you can come." His hips snapped sharply, prodding your g-spot faultlessly. "Understood?" Alastor's smile took up nearly half his face as he peered down at you. 

You scored your bottom lip with your teeth, waiting for the green light to speak. Alastor granted you another quick thrust. "Look's like someone was paying attention, good girl. You may speak now, darling."

Your lips trembled as Alastor began fucking into you wildly. "Y-Yes! I understand, I'll be good!" You babbled as one of his tendrils dipped between your thighs. The slippery tentacle flicked teasingly over your clit. You couldn't help the way your pussy clenched around Alastor's cock from the delicious sensation. 

Alastor grunted from the feeling, but his hips never eased up. The Radio Demon fucked himself into you with reckless abandon. Chasing his own high above all else. The prodding at your sweet spot and the slippery tendril swiping at your clit was nearly too much to bear. You knew the coil within your tummy was merely moments from unraveling. 

"Alastor! P-Please, I'm so close... please can I-" You babbled, giving him a pleading look as his sharp claws dug deep into your hip. Your vision blurred as tears spilled past your lash line. Your neck ached from the collar chafing your delicate skin, and your arms went numb from how long they were bound for. 

His tongue darted out to lick the tears that ran down your cheek. You felt him throb deep within you from how you cowered beneath him. "Hmm... not good enough. You need to try harder than that, my dear." His pace was ungodly at this point. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room.

Your mind was fuzzy as you tried to form a coherent thought. Alastor chuckled wickedly above you as his tentacles tightened around your limbs. His grip on your leash was unwavering. "Please, Alastor! Please may I come? I'll be so good I-I promise... I beg you!'

Your pleading voice was hoarse as more tears slipped past your waterline. Bottom lip quivering as you peered up at him desperately. Alastor's pace faltered for a moment. Your pitiful plea riled him up more than he cared to admit. His release was near, it was only a matter of time. 

"Much better. Go on, come for me!" The moment Alastor uttered those words, you were gone. Your eyes rolled back into your skull, legs trembling wildly as your white hot release overtook your senses. Your pussy gushed around Alastor's cock as he fucked you through your high. 

Alastor groaned loudly above you as he slammed himself to the hilt inside you before stilling. A whine was pulled from your throat the second you felt Alastor's cum painting your walls white. His grip on your leash eased up, the green collar dissipating before your eyes. The Radio Demon slowly began to shrink in size as the last of his load filled you up. 

You took a shaky breath as the tendrils slithered away from your limbs, finally allowing you to stretch them out. Alastor took on his normal appearance now as he slowly pulled himself out of your spent pussy. Embarrassment flooded your body from the aftershocks of what transpired. "Well, that was effective copulation, my dear! I feel as right as rain now!"

All you could do was stare at him dumbfounded as you pulled your skirt over your thighs. Alastor was back to his somewhat usual self. Who knew all he needed was to fuck you to get him out of his stressed state of mind. He offered you a hand as you slumped off the control panel, trying to stand on shaky legs. 

"Glad you're better, Al. Now that we settled that- can we talk about how you never told me you could do that with your coc-" Alastor's finger pressed against your lips, silencing you.

"Now, now. No need for such vulgar talk! What my body can do is for me to know and for you to find out."

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[turn-my-hollow-purple]

AOT Sexuality and Gender Headcanons

idc that no one asked for this you guys can chill I just wanted to share... may or may not have projected on a few... *cough* Annie *cough* Hange *cough*

Eren: straight; he/him pronouns; he’s an ally but he’s very clueless about it all; “Armin what’s a pronoun? OH! Yeah just normal one’s- well not that the other pronouns aren’t- I just… fuck. Yay gay! Wait, is that offensive?”

Mikasa: bisexual with a preference for men; she/her pronouns; her interactions with Sasha, Historia, and Annie were her bi awakenings fr, however her man Eren always comes first. 

Armin: okay controversial, but he’s panromantic guys, he just loves people; I could also see him being demisexual, only having sexual relationships with people he really really is intimate with; he/him or they/them pronouns, but he’s not necessarily nonbinary or gender queer, he just doesn’t care; “Do I like men and women? I like anyone even if they’re nonbinary! It’s about their hearts.”

Sasha: straight; she/her pronouns; definitely an ally; she buys Jean and Armin the craziest shit during pride month and thinks it’s so fun; wears a “my best friends are gay!” shirt to pride rallies

Connie: AROACE KING!; he/him pronouns; he literally couldn’t care less about sexual or romantic attraction, he just loves people platonically and that’s just not a problem for him

Jean: Maybe also controversial… but he’s bi with no preference; he/him; he just doesn’t like making his sexuality a big deal; he likes boys and girls because both are hot and that’s all there is to it

Annie: I feel like there’s not a lot of commentary on her sexuality, but I think she’s panromantic and asexual; pronouns are she/they; I just feel like she doesn’t like to be perceived… she just exists and it’s not that she doesn’t have sex, she totally would with her partners, she just doesn’t experience that sexual attraction, it’s just romantic and personality based

Reiner: bi (probably gay he just doesn’t know it yet) and internally homophobic (kind of joking…); he/him; he just… he’s confused guys, he’s trying his best right now

Bertholdt: I lowkey have no thoughts on him and I think that’s fine. I love him, however he’s probably one of the token straights, but one of the ones who doesn’t care; “Oh damn it’s pride month… yay!”

Levi: alright fam, as much as I love this fucker, he’s probably gay… *sighs*; he literally never talks about his sexuality or romantic relationships though, so it’s just not a big deal to him…. The only people who know his sexuality are Erwin (duh) and Hange; he/him pronouns; “what the fuck is a valentine���?” 

Erwin: he fluctuates in my mind between bi and gay so do with that what you will; he/him pronouns; he enjoys teasing and flirting guys what can I say!; “you’re looking especially dapper today Captain Levi” (said with the intent of sleeping with Levi tonight)

Hange: YIPPEE MY LOVE!; probably omnisexual though I have no idea what their preference would be (hopefully fem enbies not projecting or anything); obviously they/them pronouns, I think they’re both nonbinary and gender queer; “wait, not everyone is gay???”

Ymir: LESBIAN OF COURSE?; she/they pronouns; she just exists in a realm where her only love is Historia or else she’s not alive (awkward….); “I hate straight cis men”

Historia: she also teeters in my opinion… I don’t know if she’s fully lesbian or just bi so again, do with that what you will; she/her pronouns; “I just love love! But mainly Ymir”

[6flyingosprey6]

Because their tumblrs aren’t confirmed yet, I am faced with the horrific thought that anyone of you fuckers could be Dapper, Pomme, Ramon, and Sunny 😟

[lxvvie]

u ever think about simon shmoking him cigarette and uou just asking for a hit

and the look on his face when you lean over and suck the shmoke directly out of his mouth like some kinda slut

could aslso Price prolly Gaz too

Not shotgunning with Simon, nonnie.

You ask him for a hit and he says, "Smoking's bad for you," as he takes another puff and exhales. Okay. Yeah. Sure thing, asshole.

Not to be outdone by Simon's faux self-righteousness, you simply time your move when he takes another puff of his ciggie. You lean over, put your lips over his, and boom, unintentional shotgunning with Simon.

Fucker decides to do you one better and after you exhale the smoke, he pulls you back in, and this time his tongue is down your throat.

You don't even shotgun with Price, you just take the cigar and take a puff while staring him down because if he can look dapper with it, so can you. Turns him on like no other.

And Gaz, well, shit, after he takes a puff and exhales, you're the one shoving your tongue down his throat. His hands are on your ass and like hell are you getting out of this, darling.

[sinsmockingbird]

Speaking about attires, any thoughts on Zoya's Supreme Negotiation attire, Cinnabar's Courteous Call attire and Chelsea's Moonlight Rendezvous attire (separately) would be strongly appreciated... You know it starts so fancy and ends up so steamy and delightful 🤭

LOOK SO GOOD | Zoya (Supreme Negotiation), Cinnabar (Courteous Call), Chelsea (Moonlight Rendezvous)

PAIRING: Zoya x Afab!Reader, Cinnabar x Afab!Reader, Chelsea x Afab!Reader

WARNINGS: Smut, NSFW, Sub!Reader, Dom!Reader(s), Sub!Character(s), Dom!Character, Trans!Zoya, Jealousy (Zoya), Marking (Zoya), Rough Fucking (Zoya), Grinding (Cinnabar), Dry Humping (Cinnabar), Clothed Sex (Cinnabar), Cunnilingus (Chelsea), Begging (Chelsea)

AUTHORS NOTE: Oh, I have many thoughts on those three's attires. So much so that please enjoy these free mini fics on them.

✧ ZOYA (Supreme Negotiation)

IT WAS rare for you to ever accompany Zoya to any sort of negotiation, but this time was different. It was being held at a lavish event, and with your experience with the elites, your girlfriend thought it would be good to have you there and charm the people the Legion were negotiating with. You had accepted without a second thought, not expecting that going would lead to this situation.

"Z-Zoya, please-!" You tried, but were quickly cut off by the woman slamming her lips against yours, silencing you while keeping you pinned against the round table that had just held over 20 people.

"Fucking hate elitists, thinking they can have what's mine," Zoya growled, while pushing her cock into you without much warning, causing you to throw your head back and let out a cry of pleasure mixed with pain.

Seeing some stuck-up older guy flirting and touching you during the negotiations set something off in Zoya. She had ended everything prematurely, ushering everyone out of the room before slamming the door closed and locking it. You hadn't been able to register what she was doing before she had you pinned.

"Zoya!" You threw your head back against the table, a broken moan falling from your lips as Zoya began to mark up your neck while fucking you nice and deep, her nails lightly digging into your thighs as she kept you perfectly spread out for her.

"You're mine! What do those fuckers think when they think they can have you!?" Zoya is ranting, her anger on full display while she thrusts her cock deeper and deeper into you, your walls tightening around her length making her grunt.

"Yours! I'm yours!" You sob, trying to reassure the angry woman, but the only way you were going to get her to calm down was letting her fuck her jealously out onto you and allow her to fill you up with her cum.

✧ CINNABAR (Courteous Call)

"MY HANDSOME Prince Charming," You cooed softly, leaning down to press tender kisses against the woman's face who was lying under you, looking dapper in the outfit she was wearing. She was your own personal prince at the moment.

Cinnabar flushed at your words, a small sound falling from her lips as she felt your knee press harder against her core through her pants. Her eyes were screwed shut, face contorted in embarrassment and pleasure as you encouraged her to grind down onto your knee/thigh.

"You're so pretty," You stated, running a hand through her short cropped hair, moving some of it out of her face, allowing you to see how red her face was. She really did look so enchanting like this, dressed like a prince and all for your eyes. "Come on, grind harder for me, darling."

"Y/N-" Cinnabar tried to mutter your name before stopping and shuddering as you pressed harder against her core. Her pussy throbbed with need, her underwear already soaked through with her arousal. Why did you have to look so enchanting yourself and tease her all night until you finally got home?

"Please, can you touch me?" Cinnabar begged, her voice so small as she looked up at you with pleading eyes, needing to feel your fingers or your mouth on her throbbing core instead of just grinding uselessly onto your thigh.

"If that's what my Prince wants... who am I to deny you?" You smiled, kissing her softly on the lips while your hands moved down to begin undoing her pants.

✧ CHELSEA (Moonlight Rendezvous)

WHEN YOU had gotten an invitation from Chelsea for a banquet she was hosting at her manor, you took it graciously. You had dressed up in your best dress, perfected your makeup, preparing yourself to be among the elites of DisCity, but you were shocked to find that you were at a banquet for two- the other person being none other than the woman who invited you.

"F-Fuck... come on, work that tongue of yours faster," Chelsea whined, a hand tangled in your now messy, undone hair, tugging at it while her perfectly manicured nails scraped against your scalp.

You looked up at her, on your knees between her legs, her tights torn and panties discarded, showing off her glistening pussy that you currently had your tongue shoved into. At her words, you stilled your tongue, making her whine and press her hips forward, seeking out your tongue.

"I didn't hear a please," You stated, pulling slightly away from in-between her legs, making her whine louder, and try to push your head back to the place it was previously.

"Y/N, come onnnn, don't do this to me!" Chelsea whined, pouting and looking down at you with pleading eyes. You knew how much it made Chelsea struggle when you'd stop or edge her in these moments.

You raised an eyebrow up at her, making her whimper while huffing in distaste, her nails digging into your scalp in annoyance, only making you wince in pain before you heard her begin to beg, "Please, Y/N! Please keep eating me out, I need your mouth on me!"

"Good girl," You smirk, before moving your head back between her legs and latching your mouth back onto her slick pussy.

ENDING NOTES: These were supposed to be purposefully short, but enjoy this little bit of content for these three.

[sexy-monster-fucker]

Consorts [Part 3]

The Ghoul|Cooper Howard x F!Bounty Hunter!Reader

Part 1 // Part 2 // <- -> // Part 4 // Part 5 //

Summary: The Reader and Cooper continue on their travels before running into some of the men hunting them down. One of them get hurt and they must retreat.

a/n: apologies in advance for this leaving on a slutty cliff hanger lmao

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Cooper stood before you. Dapper in his attire, cleaned up in a suit and tie. His face was the same, but he bared a bright white smile. You were dressed in a vintage housewife dress, your hair fixed in an updo. It felt like a scene from one of those old black and white shows you used to watch.

He took one of your hands in his, the other going to the small of your back. He dipped you before beginning a ballroom-esc dance. Twirling you around, your dress dancing along.

"You look gorgeous," his twang falling off his tongue. You giggled at him. "My gorgeous wife," he kissed your collar.

"I love you, Cooper," your eyes stared into his. His grin painted his whole face, he leaned in for a kiss, "I lov-"

Your body jerked you awake.

You sat up quickly, looking around. Cooper was standing a few meters off hunched over something it looked like he was eating. You did not want to bother him knowing he was most likely feasting on something that would turn your stomach. Adjusting your clothes, putting your jacket back on as you stood up. You rolled your neck, stretching your shoulders and legs.

Cooper looked over his shoulder seeing you had finally woke up. He finished his mess then headed over to you. "'Bout time you got up," he strutted over to you. You gave him a halfway side-eye, how unamused you were written on your face.

"We've got a hell-of-a-lot more walking to do," he took a hit of his meds, "Hope you're ready, doll."

You nodded.

The two of you began walking. Sand and debris was the only thing you saw for hours. Mostly silence between the two of you made the travel all that more tiring.

You heard a strange sound in the distance. Cooper was humming some tune a few steps ahead of you.

"Do you hear that?" You questioned him.

He stopped in his tracks, stopping his whistling. It sounded like... footsteps charging in the sand.

Cooper looked around, seeing some blobs heading directly at you two. "Oh for fuck's sake," he grabbed his guns. You looked where he was, seeing the men charging you. All of them fully armed. You groaned, throwing your head back and grabbing your gun.

Cooper began firing at them, sweeping past one of their legs. Causing him to trip and the rest of the group to freak out. Muffled angry sounds came from them. Bullets started flying towards you and Cooper. Both of you pretty much unprotected, but confident in how bad of a shot those men were.

As they centered in on you, they began separating. You grabbed one of the grenades off your belt, pulling the pin and throwing it into the feet of the group approaching you. It sent them flying, blowing one of their legs off.

Cooper chuckled seeing their bodies go flying. He fired both guns, hitting man after man. They stumbled as he hit their legs and arms. They shot back smaller weapons until you saw one of them pullout a real gun. Not some tiny thing, something that would hurt.

Bang.

A bullet fired directly toward you.

Cold.

A cold pain shot down your arm. Like your body was in shock at the wound. Right through your shoulder. Your hand instinctively covered it, you pulled your hand away.

Blood.

Dark red, almost brown.

"Fuck," you exclaimed breathlessly. You stumbled a little to the ground, pain flushing your whole body. Cooper looked to you, his eyes widening seeing the red painting your shoulder. His jaw hung open, a glimmer of concern painted his expression seeing you hurt.

"Fuckers," Cooper began firing his guns rapidly at the men in front of him, each bullet piercing them multiple times. His demeanor changed, like he was angrier than ever before. You watched as all the men who had been chasing you flew to the ground. The desert sands painted red with their blood. A dozen corpses laid before you. Once every single one of them was good and dead, Cooper turned around to face you.

"Can you walk, sweetheart?" He kneeled in front of you, looking in your eyes to read whether or not you'd lie about how you were feeling.

You nodded, not wanting to look him in the eyes.

"There's a settlement a few paces up from here. Make it there and you can rest for the night," he looked over his shoulder almost double checking that they were all dead.

You could not deny the slight embarrassment that formed in the pit of your stomach. You were supposed to be a strong bounty hunter and here you are kneeling on the ground with a bullet shot through your shoulder. Worse, your number one competition was the one who had to save you.

Cooper walked over to one of the corpses, ripping the skin and taking a bite. You stared mindlessly. Moments like this reminded you how bad things really were here. Your road companion could not survive without having to eat someone else.

You knew if he ever had to, he would do that to you.

You shook that thought off.

He walked back over to you, bending down to help you up. He was being so gentle with you. You winced slightly causing him to slow down helping you. Your arm was limp at your side as you stood. You rolled your neck, squinting your eyes.

"Come on, sweetheart." He walked with you. The whole way keeping pace with you, shooting a glance at you every time you made a slightly off noise. You eventually came upon the settlement he had spoke of, only it was completely empty. Only decaying bodies of people remained.

"Guess we got the whole place to ourselves," Cooper's hands went on his hips. He led you into what looked like an old house. Shooting his gun into the ceiling to make sure no one remained. No response.

Cooper helped you into an abandoned room. Dark other than a slight glow coming in through a single window in the room. An older mattress and a nightstand were the only things in the room. Once you got sat, Cooper went looking through the house for a form of something to mend your wound. You could hear his heavy boots throughout the entire house.

"I need to bandage you up," he spoke across the room. You looked at him. Hesitantly, you took your jacket off laying it on the mattress behind you. You unbuttoned the shirt underneath, leaving you in an exposed white tank-top. Stained around the shoulder with your deep red blood. He joined you, standing at the edge of where you sat. He wetted a piece of cloth, dabbing your wound. You gritted your teeth.

"Clean through you," he mumbled.

You watched as he gently cleaned your wound the best he could. You found yourself admiring how he was treating you. He was brash and coarse most moments, but right now he felt soft. Like he was worried about you.

His eyes looked up yours before directing back to your shoulder. For the moment your eyes met, it felt like everything slowed down. Like he was truly taking care of you. Eyes checking to make sure he was not hurting you.

He wrapped a dry piece of the same cloth around your wound, gently lifting your arm to make sure it was on properly.

"Thank you, Cooper," you breathed out. His eyes shot up at your face. Jaw slightly hanging open like he wanted to say something he could not. Slightly hooded eyes stared into yours. He lifted his hand from your shoulder as if he was going to caress your face, before swiftly putting it back down, "Have to make sure you're able to fire tomorrow." He turned his head. A small smile creeped on your face as you looked at him.

Cooper swallowed and cleared his throat. He stood up suddenly, his back to you. "Get some rest," he mumbled through his hand.

"What are you going to do?" You asked as you scooted back onto the mattress. You laid back, stretching your body out.

"I-" he looked over his shoulder at you. He could swear his cock jumped in his pants. Your body on display, skin-tight shirt showing off your breasts, unbuttoned pants showing your pantyline, your hair disheveled, sweat decorating every inch of your exposed skin. He took a deep breath, composing himself. "I'm going to keep watch," he spoke monotonous.

"You could try and get a little rest yourself," you grumbled, "We have a pretty big day ahead of us tomorrow."

"Doesn't matter," he spoke stern, "Can't trust anyone, anywhere." You huffed at him. You rested your eyes, not quite ready to go to sleep. Your shoulder ached, pulsing under your skin. Silence filled the room around you. Your mind wondered to who Cooper was before the war. You knew he had been around longer than most people. Maybe he did not even remember who he was. You wondered if he had a family. If he had any hobbies. What his favorite drink was. You wondered what made him him.

Time passed. Your mind wandered imaging Cooper with hair. The image of him from your dream stuck with you. You bet he was charismatic. Somehow your body was still fighting sleep. Maybe it was the adrenaline from getting shot.

"No one's coming, Coop," you sighed, throwing your legs over the side of the bed.

"Why the hell are you getting up," he walked over to be standing in front of you. "I'm grown," you scoffed.

"Yes, I know that," he rolled his eyes, "I just want you to rest. I don't wanna hear you bitching tomorrow about how bad your shoulder hurts when you won't even lay down for a few hours."

Your head fell forward, eyes in your lap. Cooper stood in the same spot, waiting for you to lay back down.

Doe eyes stared up at him now. The slight light coming through the window illuminated half his face. You watched as his tongue wetted his dry lips. Hooded eyes stared down at you. Warmth washed over your body as you stared at him. "Don't give me those sad eyes," tilting his head. Neither of you were backing down. Both refusing to give into the other.

"What do I gotta do to get you to lay down?" Cooper blew his breath out. You thought of a hundred things you could say to him, ranging from snarky to sexy.

"Sit here and talk to me," you whispered. Cooper's expression softened. Something neither of you had done since reuniting: talked. You went straight into the mission back on the run. You had learned his name, but other than that there was nothing else but minor arguments and groans of disdain.

He clamped his teeth together, looking towards the window. He gestured at you to scoot down on the mattress, "This is stupid." Normally that would have angered you, but in this moment you could not help but smile at him. He was slightly slouched, his elbows resting on his knees.

"Why didn't you turn me in to those guys?" you questioned looking at his hands. You caught him off guard. He stammered slightly, "I-I... You're more important for me to keep you. Besides they would have just came back for me."

Important to him...

You nodded at his response. Thinking it over.

"What did you used to look like?" you smirked at him. If looks could kill, you would be dead. His head sped around to look at your face. He exhaled a slight chuckle. He licked his lips, smiling slightly like the memories made him happy. "Handsome," he grinned for a moment. "Oh?" you laughed out. "Handsomer than any boy you've seen in the Wastelands, that's for sure. 'Kind of handsome that you'd see in the movies," he sat up straight looking at you. You giggled at him. He framed his face with his gloved hands, "Can't you see this on the big screen?" He faked a toothy smile at you.

For a moment you both felt human. Like the world was good.

You had never seen him smile as much as he did right now. Maybe you were both getting comfortable again. Sometimes people moved past bad moments in their past. Maybe you and Cooper could...

"You don't get to ask me all the questions now," Cooper cocked his head at you. You gestured for him to go on and ask. You saw smugness dance across his face. "How was that night?" he grinned. You rolled your eyes, cheeks getting red from the memory. You shoved his shoulder, "Is that all you ever think about?" Cooper chuckled, "Okay, okay... But-" "Oh my God!"

You both laughed together for a moment before silence washed over the room. Somewhere in the laughing his hand had ended up on your thigh. Heat radiated when you realized.

You looked at him with slightly hooded eyes, the light making your eyes glow in the darkness. Your mouth ran dry, you swallowed heavy. Tension so thick in the room that you were losing your breath.

"Do you ever think that..." Cooper started before stopping himself. He blew his breath out, standing up off the bed. He walked back over to the window, hands on his hips. He tapped his foot slightly. He was angry at himself. He wanted to be soft for you. He wanted to fuck you again. He wanted a life with you that he could not have anymore. You stared at him from the bed.

Things got too comfortable. You scared him off. He can't be soft for you, not how you want.

You stood up, taking your pants off. Cooper looked over, watching you strip down to your underwear. "I'll lay back down," you mumbled a little disappointed, "Thank you for looking out, Cooper." You curled up under the old blanket wishing you were wrapped in his arms. You took a deep breath. Forcing your eyes to squint shut.

Silence for only a moment.

~~~

END//Part 3

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[ultra-raging-ghost]

Theyre doing angst/comfort, the fuckers </3 bad promised her everything would be fine and that he doesnt break promises, chat is pretty sure that promise will backfire on him lol

pomme asked if theres anything they can do to help him heal and bad said "Youre doing all you can by just being around me right now, youre reminding me what im fighting for. Im struggling because im fighting against a lot of things that have built up over time, but i think ive made it past the hurdle? Im not leaving if thats what youre worried about"

Pomme: I mean i know death works differently for you than it does for us, but still... its not something i want to see you go through and i know it must be painful :( BBH: ill tell you this pomme, death on one level is easy, it happens and its done. but living, pomme, living is hard.

pomme is now crying </3 bad told her shes probably just sleepy and everythings gonna be okay

Pomme: Was it hard living, before? BBH: Hmmm... its hard living sometimes. It was hardest when i was really really bored. i was locked in this deep deep hole and i couldnt get out - but i did get out! I almost drowned, which wouldve sucked, but i didnt! and i got away! and ever since then ive had a lot of adventures, but i think you guys are my favorite adventure so far and im gonna cherish it for as long as it lasts Pomme: It sucks to be trapped for such a long time BBH: Hm, yeah! In a way we're trapped here, it sorta brings back that... whats it called nostalgia? Pomme: Hopefully you can be happy here with dapper and me :') BBH: hm... yeah.. oh! Hey that flower, a yellow daf- hm! Oh pomme! is that pink? and is that yellow??? How about that! Pomme: Can you recognize this one? [passes him a cornflower] BBH: Skeppy? is this blue? OH! THIS REMINDS ME OF SKEPPY! THIS IS BLUE! Pomme: [nods vigorously] BBH: POMME! I THINK THE COLORS ARE COMING BACK AGAIN, POMME! Things are still washed out but i can tell this- this is red! and thats pink and thats green!

[dozyrogue]

bad was right when he said tubbo’s too smart for his own good. being the first on the island to figure out that there’s multiple islands and that the residents are essentially being used as test subjects. figuring out that fit’s hiding something from all the other islanders within two days of meeting him. figuring out how to find purgatory bases, along with where dapper was kidnapped just by using the minimap cave layers, bamboo’s spawning properties, and cave generation. talking circles around every federation employee to the point where they’ll just hand over sensitive information if it means he’ll leave them alone. he’s a genius at using his reputation of being just a loud and annoying kid to his advantage, most people don’t see him as a threat until it’s already too late.

You get me anon, like hes genuinely so fucking impressive.

Like from other povs he seems like just some guy but when u get down to it hes so fucking cool. Or terrifying.

Its why I like the past fed worker hc because of course they would want a guy like him on their side. but also its cool to see him against the feds and cucurucho. Cucurucho constantly following him around to the point tubbo is now numb to it, the rest of morning crew + phil where freaked that they were being followed by him (one stream before the move). but tubbo just scoffed and said that fucker ain't gonna do shit.

Tubbo is to smart for his own good and could/is be such a dangerous enemy. Weve seen how scary he can be in purgatory. And how sad he can get sad of recently. His fatal flaw is the fact he's to damn nice and craves being useful

[lxrd-ren]

Okok

- q!BBH's memory is worse, to the point of being like short-term memory loss

- It seems most things fade in and out of his memory with remembering things one second and completely forgetting them the next

- This seems to be the exception for the eggs, especially Dapper. Whilst he keeps forgetting they're missing, he never forgets them with recognising Chayannes name and knowing who he is to being reminded of Ramón with a meathead

- The other islanders, including q!Forever and Skeppy, also fade in and out of his memory, but they seem to be more of a constant

- In terms of personality it's basicly the same with being hungry and stealing stuff constantly

- Although he seems oddly drawn to flowers, the big ben building and mentions the egg tasks a lot

- Another constant is 'Dapper is asleep. He will wake up tomorrow'

- Speaking of, he says he was holding Dapper, then there was a bright light. He carried Dapper to the boat (I'm pretty sure it was the yacht boat cause as he came up to it he said 'Oh yeah that boat' or something along those lines. Plus, as he recognised the boat he has to have seen it at some point after the nuke cause he never saw it beforehand. But honestly who tf knows at this point.) and fell off the boat (possibly hit his head)

- He woke up on Quesadilla Island near the dragon

- Frequently coughed at certain times, "Oh yeah I don't feel sick" *cough* ':D'

- Often started a sentence, trailed off and didn't finish it

We also got some major lore shit

- First things first, he knows q!Max is dead

- He first woke up in a flat, sand filled place with empty villages here and there. His skin was his fully-grayed out one, but no blue stuff. He kept saying he needed to keep walking somewhere and that he felt like he was forgetting something; but nope he can't turn back. Bare in mind this all happened at dawn. He came across his corpse but didn't recognise it. On the corpse was a bottle of water and a book. The book said: Don't drink the water it's poisoned. He then proceeded to drink the water bottle (bruh) and take the book. Whilst exiting the village he threw the empty bottle at a cactus and commented 'That felt both right and wrong'. He continued walking and eventually threw out the book. It turned to morning and he faced the direction he had came saying 'its not time yet' and woke up on Quesadilla Island with his old skin on

- He mentioned q!Foolish's builds and that they often get destroyed. What's builds you ask? Pyramids (little fucker.)

I'll add to this as I rewatch the VOD

[disfrutalakia]

Dapper said that maybe it was time to study how to raise the dead and Bad just "yeah it can come in handy" BECAUSE YOU ARE DYING AREN'T YOU FUCKER?

[natureismynature]

qFoolish and qBBH are SO in a qpr. Those fuckers love each other and care for each other so much that it would be ridiculous that they aren't. They may not say it out loud, but their most trusted person on that island is each other. BBH's first choice as Dapper's godparent is Foolish and Foolish didn't ask anyone to take care of Leo because trusted Bad to not let his daughter die while he was away.

BBH told Foolish that if Dapper ever lost his final life, he would spend all his time by his side. Foolish's go to person when he needs something is BBH even though he teases him over of it every single time because Foosh KNOWS Bad would give it anyway. BBH called Foolish is second best bestie, second only to Skeppy himself. Foolish pulled a ridiculously risky plan that wasn't supposed to tell anyone, but decided to tell Bad anyway cuz he trusted him not to snitch and to back him up if he needed to.

qFoolish is literally the only person that qBBH straight up flirts with and is comfortable enough to share his things with. They fight like an old married couple. They've been canonically friends for hunderds of years-

And (this is just me speculating and reading in between the lines) ccBBH seems to be suspicious of qFoolish but can't for the life of him find a way for his character to ever be truly suspicious of his best friend.