#I have strong views over the books but the book is overrated it still deserves to be on my book shelf

[just2bubbly]

Read 'Train to Pakistan' a week ago and I don't know how to say this nicely but I was so excited for the book and was sorely disappointed reading it. The book has touched a sensitive issue of partition and my history self nerd would have loved to devour this topic. However the book failed to deliver in multiple aspects, the length of the book was quite short and it was unable to cover all the angles. There were glimpses where the words touched your soul and depicted the true horrors of partition- how it was just 'they are Muslims, they are Hindus'and that's all what mattered. The decision of partition might have taken place in Delhi but the repercussions of it went beyond the boundaries of state and time. It was a wayward slaughter, completely unplanned and unorganized, a big heap of bad judgement, simple mistakes and grave decisions. Forced evacuation on basis of religion that led to onslaught of feelings of revenge instead of sympthaty. People fled to a land they had no idea would be kind to them and in doing so multitudes died, raped, tortured, burned alive and drowned. The book shows glimpses of it everywhere but it's so scattered that the whole sense of it being pulled together between pages isn't there. The book however depicts the fact that impending death wasn't the only worry for people, there was so much more to life during the 1947 that screams horror and pain and communal anger. It covers a large aspect of people turning on each other and authorities failing to make any decision in fear of being killed for the same decisions. The book with the case of Juggat Singh is unable to cover the whole picture of partition and violence as it takes place, the ending is hollow with a cliffhanger for the reader to figure that the man is Juggat Singh. The identity of Iqbal whether it is Singh or Mohammed remains a mystery till the end and his talk of philosophical endings is much like him accepting his fate of death. Coming from a writer's perspective, perhaps the book wants to point out that the cliffhanger is just an equivalent reminder that anything could have happened with the people of Mano Majra and it is upto the readers to decide.

The line 'The fact is, both sides killed. Both shot and stabbed and speared and clubbed. Both tortured. Both raped.' Captures out the reality of the situation in right words.

[spencerscoven]

— dreams of another

about ; Since that night in the office you wander onto Spencer’s mind at all times, like clockwork.

gif by saramichellesgeller

CONTENT WARNING: unedited, smut, oral sex (male&female receiving), choking, unprotected sex, cheating, angst

a/n: view part 1 here.

The second time it happens, it's only a week that passes before Spencer finds himself on the floor of the humid conference room, his limbs entangled with yours, while the cool air settles on the sheen of sweat coated on his forehead. In the corner of of the room, he watches the navy blouse discarded carelessly on the top of a chair, similar in color to the marks between your breast.

The third time it happens, he tells you it's the last time, with his back facing you and his eyes gazing at entirely nothing.

The fourth and fifth time, Spencer doesn't say anything in the tiny space of your bedroom as he overlooks the buildings surrounding your apartment, then all the way to the concrete foundation down below, studying how insignificant everyone looked. How unknowing they were to the moral wrongdoings happening all around them.

"You live so high up. I live four floors down from here in my own building." You listened as he said those fruitless words.

"What does that mean?" You questioned, lips pursing together while your finger nails caught on the creases of the cream duvet beneath you where he laid only minutes before.

“People like you are meant to fuck people like me.” He mumbles, smirking, the vibrations of his voice upheld by the enclosures of cheap plaster walls.

The only thing left to do was to watch as the muscles of his back contracted, dancing in the lines of the darkness with the patter of his feet coming towards you. You monitored the direction of his hand as it reached for the band of his briefs, the other already latched around your neck.

The sixth time it happens, it’s in the bounds of his own apartment where he presses peppery kisses along the sides of your face, assuring you in confidence that she wouldn’t catch the two of you there. And he reassures you the only way he knows how, his fingers plying at your zipper and kneeling like he would at an alter, guiding the arch of your hips closer.

Two weeks from then was when the phone calls started. You began to understand the pattern, laying awake until the sweet pinnacle of dawn where he’d whisper your name through the receiver, exhaustion tainted in Spencer’s voice when he’d ask, “how was your night?” before he began to speak. You’d listen to Spencer talk about the good and the bad. About his mother, vintage cufflinks, and the bookshelf he wanted. Sometimes about the glasses or earrings in the store had reminded him of you. Often about how pretty you looked latched onto his cock. You wanted him to want to keep you.

You wanted him to want you first, to touch you before you even had to lay a finger on him, to grab the back of your neck and kiss you first. Anything he could do to prove that he wanted this too. Something in your head told you it was wrong to long for such a furtive thing. But you found yourself willing to be second best anyways, head stuck below sub zero while you prioritized the taste of his lips along with everything else that made him, him.

So in the shadows this thing between the two of you remained.

And the team began to realize Spencer now had a thing with being late.

They also began to realize that you didn’t drink nearly enough coffee to warrant all of your disappearances.

JJ malignly embarked on the observation of the two of you during meetings, where you never met Spencer’s eye properly but unconsciously leaned your body towards him with each interaction. And all at once it made sense to her, why he was more drawn to his phone, departing from bed at night in preference of hushed ringtones, his growing fondness to late nights. They had never agreed to a proclamation of love, not even on the days she relaxed on his dingy apartment furniture. JJ figured it was his way of waiting on her to feel the same as he might’ve, when in reality it was Spencer’s way of making sure you still remained in his life.

It was a Tuesday when she let the structure of your sin unravel in the bleak corner of the hallway with Spencer, confessing “i know” and chastening him,

“How many people are you willing to hurt?”

With the unequivocal decision pinned to the front of his brain, Spencer told you he didn’t want to hurt anyone else during the last call the two of you shared at night. The words became lost from your ears as you feigned deafness, thinking about how stupid you were to take him in the only way you could, thinking one-third of him be adequate enough.

So you hung up before he said goodbye, and it was easy to do solely because if love couldnt suffice, hate would have to.

It was odd to overlook the call that came immediately after, your eyes unblinking at the white screen. The weeks after that only came to demonstrate that finding a home within someone was overrated, even if you knew who was behind the blocked numbers that caused your phone to viberate so often it would fall off your nightstand.

Little by little you figured you’d forget and move onto your own devices, exhausted by the ability that you still moved through life, yet experienced none of it without itching for him next to you. You lusted after the idea you’d wake up with the intensity of it all slipped from your mind, forgetting how his arms felt, skin, pulse, the sound of his voice, or the soft ringlets of his hair that continued to grow as you wilted.

A harder idea to get out of your head was if he was okay, followed by if he ever thought of you at the same time you thought of him. Did he know you wouldn’t have minded resigning to another team? Or that you considered doing it, even now?

Spencer spectated your life, the base of his throat becoming caught when he watched you get worse, speak less, become smaller. You’d shrunken within yourself. Months passed, with him having too many inquiries about you to Morgan, who always gave him a disappointing look, but told him about you each time. That you hadn’t been sleeping, internal clock stuck on keeping you up until the crack of dawn, your mind regressing backwards solely because of him. He gave up on leaving those stupid sticky notes in your books that said “call me!” or even the ones that asked if you were okay, asking if you able to stand on your own.

He watched you so long that he began to see you get better, more social as you expanded, becoming a part of the team again. You were different, but you were you again. It was a bitter pill to swallow when he took heed that your life no longer included him, keeping his lips sealed at any revelation that would show he was still devoted.

So it was dull-witted when he found himself outside the door of your apartment, swaying back and fourth because every night since the last call his world had been spinning faster and faster, trapping him inside as a prisoner. For weeks straight Spencer had awoken with the feeling of bile ready to rise out of his throat, your presence always lacking even if you controlled the beat of his heart.

He knocked. And thought about how angelic you looked when you answered, the confused expression not going unnoticed by him as a celebration sounded somewhere in his mind because you looked as if you weren’t expecting anyone else. And Spencer knows he’d collapse right then and there if you had been.

“I’ve been thinking— it’s not like I can really stop it— for months. It’s been around sixty eight days since we last spoke,” He began, taking you in, enstilling trust in his brain to get a photo of you so well that he could have it forevermore if you didn’t want him anymore. If that had ever been the case he’d leave. He’d leave the state if you asked him to.

“Why are you here?” You only had four words to say out loud, the rest buzzing around in your head safely, unauthorized to rise out of your throat.

“We never really said anything about it but I think we both knew how we felt.” Spencer leans closer just in time for his lips to land beside your ears, lighting a match inside your chest that had stayed extinguished for far too long.

“Speaking was never our strong suit, anyway.” You replied, your lips pursed while your arms took on a defensive stance, pushing him back gently.

You were shipwrecked inside, pushing him back again, this time firmly because you knew you couldn’t stop him from coming closer, even if you wanted to. You were at a standstill as his hands brought yours to his shoulders, drawing circles on your hip with the tips of his fingers. He was in your doorway asking if he was yours, not trying to eloquently wrap you around his finger.

Your limbs acted before your mind did, digits moving across his adam’s apple and holding tight, restricting his airflow like he had done to you so many times while he fucked you into the mattress. You gleamed at him with not much in your eyes, trying to remembering when you had tried to cross the thin line between love and hate for him. Spencer’s eyes were soft and adoring, a look which he had a tendency to give you. So you held tighter. And he did nothing, knowing you wouldn’t go far but willing to die in your hands if you truly wanted to.

“I don’t know if you deserve this anymore,” Your lips ghosted over his, reprimanding him that he’d forgotten that this had began in a game of adultery.

“I don’t.” Spencer’s voice came out as if he was parched and you had been refusing him of a drink. Your hands released his neck and instead grabbed at his jaw, allowing his lips to mend together with yours, unable to speak back.

“If I loved you any less, I’d be able to talk about it more.” He pulled away just enough to whisper those words.

“You love me?” You questioned, a bit timid in the way it came out.

“It’s more than that. I adore you. Worship, even.”

You felt yourself moving the both of you into your apartment, swapping the publicity of the hallway for the privacy closely afforded to you. Your bodies only got so far, pushing each other against the wall next to the enterence, Spencer’s hands helping to arch your body into his, hands pressing down the curve of your back.

You enjoyed feeling him subtly grind his hips against you while he let out little whimpers, remembering the way he was so vocal and sensitive, yet dominant when he laid between your legs. You drew in a quick breath as he bit down on your bottom lip hard enough to draw the red liquid that ran through your body, conflicted as to why it only drew you closer, want intensified.

“I missed you so much,” Spencer’s voice ghosted in the crook of your neck, kissing and sucking along your throat and collarbones, pushing the palm of his hand harshly against your damp cotton underwear, drawing a shiver from you. “Are lilacs still favorite flowers?”

His fingers played along your slit, the pads of his thumb pressing on your clit and rotating above the fabric, watching your hips jerk from the subtle pleasure.

“I think you missed me too,” Spencer held you, switching places so you now were encased between him and the wall, knowing that soon enough your knees wouldn’t be able to hold you up. His index and middle finger filled you up in a way only he could, the tips of them curving in his direction as he hit the bumpy ridge inside of you.

You held his shoulder, uncaring that your nails dug into the expensive button up he wore, admiring that he always preferred quality over quantity. Your face contorted in pleasure as his fingers only pumped faster inside of your vagina, only smirking at the sorry attempt of a nod you gave to answer him because he had rendered you speechless.

You felt the climb of your orgasm rise in your stomach, reaching all the way to the rest of your limbs, making them feel as if they were just static attached to your body until his fingers ceased, sensing how you clenched around them desperately. Your mouth opened, protests ready to fall out while he grasped the back of your knees, signaling you to jump so he could carry you to your bedroom.

“Why are you always such a tease?” You groaned, endearingly grabbing the hair at the nape of his neck.

“I can’t just let your greedy pussy swallow my fingers and cum from just that...” he tosses you into your sheets gently, leaning down to take your top off and throwing it somewhere to be rediscovered again.

He watches silently as you lift your hips off the mattress, panties sliding down your calves to your ankles, and finally off. Spencer gazes down at you, your jaw in his two hands, staring up with puppy eyes. He let a line of swears spring from his mouth, wondering why you looked so innocent when your hands were planted on his hips, licking the precum that made a wet patch on the side of his pants.

“Quite unfair that I’m the only one with my clothes off, don’t you think?” Your hands settled on his belt buckle, the jingle of metal filling the room as you undid the button to his slacks as well. Tugging him by the band of his boxers to lay on the bed with you, Spencer caught the cue and laid against the headboard. He trailed his left hand along your thighs, lifting you to straddle him as his right latched onto your breasts, squeezing.

“Please sit,” He said, taking a nipple into his mouth, “On my face.”

You sat in a slightly worried daze, Spencer catching the clue to just move you into the position. You found yourself facing the mirror at the foot of your bed, your ass in his face as he grabbed at your hips, trying to bring you higher and get a taste.

“Are you sure?” You apprehensively twisted your torso to eye him, taking note that the two of you had came across something you’d quite done before.

“Yes, I need you to.” Spencer reached his arm around, gently rubbing your clit, and feeling how your whole body relaxed from above him, as he repeated affirmations against your back.

You watched from the mirror, your ass propped up in his face and lips swollen. You could even see when you began the swivel of your hips into him. He didn’t need to say much else before you arched your back, planting your pussy right above his lips.

“You’re so pretty.” He whispered, before running his tongue flatly against your pussy.

Your hips jerked back and fourth, riding on the surface of his tongue that enveloped your clit, sucking on it harshly until he flatly ran it up. His fingers were back at work, touching the places where his tongue couldn’t reach. You determined that this position was now one of your favorites, your hands that were once placed on the tops of his thighs reaching for the bludge in his boxers.

You tried pulling them just far enough so you could begin to run your hands up and down his cock. Spencer’s tongue only assaulted your clit harder when you leaned down, allowing him a new angle so you could push him into your mouth, collecting the precum that had spilt, humming in delight.

Spencer couldn’t stop the thrusting of his hips upwards, burying himself deeper down your throat, both of your moans viberating off the atoms in your room. Your eyes wandered up as you watched, hypnotized at the reflection of you two. It made you wanna take his dick deeper, taking him to the back of your throat as you felt his cum ripple out.

Your orgasm only took a few more seconds to follow his, your moan muffled from your jaw expanded around his cock. Your hasty breaths harbored his while you saw stars. You were casted out of your stupor when you felt the palm of his hand rub circles into your ass, hand coming down in a smack.

“This fucking pussy has me whipped.” Spencer sighed, pressing a kiss exactly where his hand last struck.

When you positioned yourself back across his abdomen, you kneeled, kissing him. You felt him twitch under you from tasting himself on your tongue, reaching down to line up his cock to enter you.

Spencer stared up at you, his eyes wide as he took in the sight of you slowly descending your pussy on his cock. His hands traced the hickies that dawned on your chest, then to his on his lower stomach, watching how the two of you connected. These were marks of possession— ones that he could finally show off.

You rolled your hips against his, slowly circling them and allowing him to hit the most sensitive parts of you. You felt so much fuller than usual, the feeling taking your breath away. Nobody else could reach those heights that Spencer gave you. Maybe it was also because nobody else could occupy your mind like he could, either.

He pulled you down so the two of you could reunite your lips, wearing away at the callouses that had formed around your heart. His thumb drew slow circles on your clit, pulling your orgasm out so you could cum above him. It took a few more thrusts before he came inside you, continuing to fuck his seed back into you from below for just a while longer. When Spencer’s hips stilled, he kept inside, basking in the embodiment of you that wholly consumed him.

He silently traced the outlines of your features, your eye lids fluttering as he reached to them. His fingernails scratched your scalp im a rythem that lulled you into hazy exhaustion. You feel his stare on your face as it occurs to him that he was doomed from the start. You were a wonder to behold.

“Spencer?”

“Yes?”

“Did you forget all of the things I remember?”

“I don’t think I could even if I tried.”

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[fishoutofcamelot]

(for the ask thing) any book/tv show/movie/song recommendations?

BRO! I heckin got you man! Now, I’m gonna skip the song and book recommendation bit because that sorta thing isn’t really my scene. BUT! In terms of TV? My rec list is like a mile long. I’m gonna include a read-more line, actually. 

BBC Merlin: You know I had to put this on the list. But the fact that you’re on my blog means you’ve probably watched this one, so I won’t go into detail about it. Available on Netflix

Mob Psycho 100: Just a cute, sweet story about a bunch of psychic kids trying to kill each other. A story with this much fighting has no right to be so wholesome. Mob is just a good boy, he doesn’t deserve all this! Fair warning, its messages about identity, self love, and growth WILL make you feel Emotions. Available on various anime pirating websites

Red vs Blue: The found family game is SO strong in this one. By far the best found family plot/dynamic I have ever and will ever experience. The characters are all so solid, yknow? Like it took me three rewatches to understand the plot, but I didn’t even care because I loved the characters SO MUCH. It’s also really, really funny (although some of the jokes have aged a bit poorly tbh). Basically about a bunch of space marines who goof off and accidentally dismantle corrupt governments along the way. Available on Youtube

Supernatural: Is it cringey? Yeah. Does the fandom suck? Also yeah. Is Destiel overrated? BIG yeah. But it’s got monsters, magic, family, and a plot that doesn’t revolve around romance - and really, what more could you ask for? And sure, a lot of people don’t really like the later seasons, but idk I actually prefer them. Season 15 has me THRIVING. I mean come on - character vs author?! Fighting the guy who literally wrote you into existence because he doesn’t want to give your story a happy ending?! Say what you will about Supernatural, but it’s one of the most imaginative shows I’ve ever seen. Available on Netflix

Avatar the Last Airbender: You like stellar animation, intricate worldbuilding/magicbuilding, and a perspective on war that is surprisingly mature for a kids show? Check it out. This show is without a doubt one of the best animated series of all time. Go on. Watch it. It’ll change your life. Available on Netflix

The Umbrella Academy: Time-travelling assassins. Superheroes. Ghosts. Talking monkeys. Murder mysteries. Baller soundtracks. This show will never give you what you expect. I don’t even think I could properly describe it to you. Available on Netflix

Detective Conan: An anime. It’s about a teen detective - think Nancy Drew but bloodier - who witnesses a crime and is fed an experimental poison in order to keep him from telling anyone. But instead of killing him, the poison turns him into a 6-year-old. So now he’s got to solve crimes and take down a criminal organization while in the body of a child. Naturally, shenanigans ensue. Fair warning, the main character becomes a bit of a Mary Sue in later episodes, but the first 300 or so are pretty fun. A few episodes are available on Netflix, but not any of the good ones. You’ll need an anime pirating website for that

Knives Out: My favourite movie ever, of all time. It’s a murder mystery that both subverts and pays homage to its parent genre in all the right places. It’s funny, it’s intelligent, and has a spectacular ending! Although I do wish the fandom would stop being so horny for Ransom, I mean he’s literally racist...No clue where you can find this tbh, I saw it in theatres

Derry Girls: Now I’m not normally a big fan of realistic fiction/sitcom stuff. Despite how funny they are, I’ve not even watched The Office or Parks and Rec because that normal daily life stuff just doesn’t peak my interest. And yet, somehow this story about a group of Irish high schoolers just has me enthralled. Very funny, very well-written, give it a watch. Available on Netflix

Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood: Another anime. Phenomenal animation? Check. Fascinating plot and characters? Check. Detailed magic system that gets my lore-obsessed heart fluttering? Big heckin check. So basically two kids try to use Fantasy Science to bring their mom back to life, only the experiment fails and has some pretty nasty consequences - one boy loses his arm and leg, while the other loses his entire body and has his soul bound to a suit of armour. Now they gotta go through government conspiracies, ethical dilemmas, and Daddy Issues to try and get their bodies back. Available on Netflix

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K: Yet another anime. I know, I know, I’m a nerd, get over it. This show doesn’t have a complex plot or even complex characters, tbh, but what it does have is some amazing humour. It’s extremely funny, and it’s also just a nice show to kick back and relax to. Basically this guy who’s so op that he could rewrite the laws of reality on a whim is stuck dealing with relationship drama in high school despite being very, very asexual and very, very tired. Mostly he just uses his powers to avoid people and eat junk food, which is honestly a mood. Available on Netflix

Scooby Doo! Mystery Incorporated: Honestly I’d recommend almost anything that’s Scooby Doo-related because that was my childhood obsession. I used to have like 20 of the movies on DVD before my mom gave them all away. To this day I still love Scooby Doo, and watch it whenever I get the chance. But if you ask any SD fan, they’ll probably tell you that Mystery Incorporated is the best, most intelligent, most creative installment in the franchise. And they’re right (although I do wish there was less relationship drama...) Available on Netflix

Evil Genius: This is a documentary series about the Collar Bomb Robbery. Now, despite what the above list might indicate, I actually watch a LOT of documentaries, and if I were here to recommend all of them then we would be here all day. Not really ‘funny’ like the other entries on this list, it’s actually rather tragic, but definitely a cerebral viewing experience. Available on Netflix

Screwball: Now this is a documentary that IS funny. It’s about drug scandals in baseball. But the dramatic scene re-enactments are done with child actors that are all wearing fake beards and pretending to be drug dealers. It’s not only a fascinating subject, but it’s got amazing editing and visuals that have me in awe. Available on Netflix

Behind the Curve: Yet another documentary. This one’s about the rise of the Flat Earth movement. You’ll spend most of the time on the verge of having a stroke because of how stupid it all is. Available on Netflix

The Movies That Made Us: Okay okay okay last documentary on the list I swear. This one’s exactly what it says on the tin. It’s a series talking about the behind-the-scenes production of iconic movies like Home Alone and Ghostbusters. I eagerly await the second season. Available on Netflix

Monster Factory: If you’re familiar with the McElroy brothers and their brand of humour, you’ll love this. Griffin and Justin team up to make the most disturbing avatars they can create using video game character creators. The origins of the Final Pam meme. If I had a shirt with a quote from Monster Factory on it, I’d die a happy man. Available on Youtube

Baman Piderman: The dumbest show I have ever watched, but it’s so adorable and stupid and I love it so much. It doesn’t really have a plot, but later episodes allude to the presence of one and I’m upset because there are so many mysteries/questions hinted at and we’ll never get answers because it’s been abandoned. PLEASE watch it. Available on Youtube

Stranger Things: Okay, season 2 was a bit of a let-down imo, but season 1 was ICONIC and the Scoops Troop subplot in season 3 deserved its own freakin spinoff. I’m not joking. I didn’t even like s3 all that much, but the only reason it’s my favourite is because the Scoops Troop plot was so great. People call this show ‘horror’ but I don’t think it’s scary enough for that, although it is admittedly kinda spooky. If you like 80s nostalgia and the horror aesthetic, then I’d give it a watch (Do it for Scoops Troop. Do it for Robin). Available on Netflix

Jack and the Cuckoo-Clock Heart: Despite my overwhelming love for this film, I’ll be the first to admit it’s kinda mediocre. The plot is weird and the romance feels forced, but despite its flaws it manages to be one of my favourite movies. Mostly I just like it for the unique concept and beautiful ending. Also the music is off the par man. Probably because the writer/producer of the movie was the lead singer for a French band called Dionysus (what? I do my research). Available on Netflix

Wakfu: I haven’t seen past season 3, but so far it’s pretty good. You go in thinking it’s just a wholesome action/adventure show about a kid who can create portals - but then it just. Sucks you in. From its bopping theme song to its fantastic found family to the unique worldbuilding, you very quickly fall in love with it. It’s got a cool plot and also talking dragons, and it doesn’t get better than that. Available on Netflix

Mystery Skulls Animated: Technically not a TV show so much as it is a series of animated music videos with a plot, but I’ll be damned if this isn’t one of the greatest things of all time. It’s basically Scooby Doo but if Shaggy got possessed by a demon and killed Fred, causing Fred to become a ghost hellbent on revenge-killing Shaggy in return. And if Scooby was an ancient Japanese spirit that bit off Shaggy’s arm, forcing him to wear a metal prosthetic. Yeah, MSA is wild. It’s only got three videos out so far, with a fourth one coming out this October, but there’s already so much lore! Available on Youtube

Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared: Ah yes, yet another cringey entry on this list. But you know what? Cringe culture is dead!!! And despite its fandom being...like that...DHMIS really is a cool show. Think if Sesame Street was like haunted or something. The episodes about creativity and telling time remain the most unsettling, imo. Definitely worth a watch. Available on Youtube

Inanimate Insanity: Oh boy. Am I seriously recommending you dip your little fingies into the object fandom? Yes. Yes I am. This show is so obscure it makes freakin Detective Conan look popular. At its core it’s a parody of Total Drama Island and Survivor but with anthropomorphized inanimate objects as characters (hence the name). Season 2 is actually really, really good and surprisingly competent. You just gotta get through season 1 first. Available on Youtube

The X-Files: Wow, a live action series on this list? Who woulda thought??? But seriously, this show is really fun. Memes and jokes aside, I love it. Scully and Mulder are fun characters with great chemistry (both platonic and romantic), the Lone Horsemen are hilarious, and every episode is a unique adventure into the most creative acid trips the human mind could conceive of. Phenomenal from start to finish (if you ignore the last season). I have no clue where you would watch this. Pirate it, probably

Buzzfeed Unsolved: Two idiots investigate cold cases and haunted locales while being utter dumbasses about it. You know the “hey demons it’s be ya boi” meme? That came from these guys. Available on Youtube

Kingdom: Ngl, I didn’t go into this expecting zombies. Or for it to take place during Korean feudalism, for that matter. But mediocre dubbing aside, this show has such a clever concept. It takes the zombie apocalypse genre and gives refreshing, unique twists to old tropes that they feel like something new. Seo-bi is my wife and she deserves all the love and appreciation in the world, and those are just Facts. Available on Netflix

My Hero Academia: Superhero high school anime. I personally am not a fan of later episodes/arcs, but the first three seasons are pretty dang good. Diverse, colourful ensemble cast that you easily grow to adore, interesting commentary on disability (although I’m not qualified to give any actual takes on that), and a school curriculum that makes me very, very concerned for the wellbeing of these children. Plus all the superpowers - aka ‘quirks’ - are super imaginative and, well, quirky! I just wish people would stop shipping the main character with his childhood bully...You’ll need to pirate this one too lmao

Danny Phantom: The highlight of this show is its ‘phandom’, because unlike someone (*cough* Butch Hartman), we’re not a bunch of cowards. It’s about a guy who messes around with his parents’ lab stuff and accidentally acquires the ability to die! Well, half-die. He can turn into a ghost and fight other ghosts. Although the show never explores the existential, traumatic fallout of being kinda-sorta-dead, the potential for something deep and emotional is there. Plus there is a LOT of accidental subtext for a Big LGBT+ Metaphor. So much so that the Trans Danny theory is basically canon. Uhhh not available on Netflix anymore so it’s time to whip out your pirate hat, matey

And there you have it! Like I said, I have a lot of TV recommendations. And I just KNOW I’m forgetting a ton, but this is already really long so we’ll have to cut off here. 

Thanks for the ask! <3

[minicoopdetat]

Sweet Talking

Discord thread featuring:  Cooper and Ryleigh (@ryleighmeadows​)

Where: Ryleigh’s (Aiden’s) Apartment

When: A Week Ago

Description: Cooper talks Ryleigh into letting him come over and keep her company with his big strong arms

Trigger Warnings: Smut.

RYLEIGH

Thank goodness Aiden has pretty much taken to staying at Cordelia's. Pretty much meant Ryleigh had free reign over his apartment, including inviting her friends over whenever she wanted without having that awkward, 'Oh, I live with my brother' conversation. Things get weird after that and Ryleigh just wants... Cooper helps her forget about everything else. He's spontaneous and unpredictable, but in that way you can't help but find endearing if not a little insufferable at times. She enjoys that about him. He gets her out of her own head. Ryleigh hates being caught up in her head. By the time she arrives at the apartment, Coop is already standing outside the door, and she immediately passing him two of the shopping bags she has in hand. "Here, hold these," she says in greeting, but does stop to lift up and kiss his cheek, before she's sliding her key into the door and pushing inside. "Can you just set those over there, please?" She nods toward the table while taking the back she currently has over to the kitchen counter.

COOPER

"Do I look like fucking Jeeves?" he asks, a smirk lining his features as he takes the bag and looks at his outfit. "Is it the clothes, cause I clean up well and I could definitely pull off more of an Alfred" Batman had no fucking clue compared to Alfred. That man deserved a fucking medal for putting up with all that angsty bullshit. Bruce Wayne was loaded, skilled af, and had women throwing themselves at him daily. Could that buy happiness? Who cared, but sure as hell could help if he wasn't being so much of a sad sack. Coop followed after, eyes wandering as he plopped the bags on the table. "What's with the creepy Hannibal Lector vibe?" he asked, nodding toward the wall of books, "Just know, my skin is fucking moist af. I do skin care regs daily so I don't need any cheap ass lotion,"

RYLEIGH

"Jeeves?" Ryleigh chuckles at him. "No, but you were there and I needed help, and since you like me, you're going to help me," she bats her eyelashes at him before they enter her apartment. "It's my brother's apartment. He's staying with his girlfriend at the moment, though, so I've got his place all to myself. He... likes books," she tells him as she begins pulling items from the reusable grocery bags she'd brought him. Ryleigh doesn't know how much Aiden wants to keep hidden, so she doesn't offer up that her brother's an author, choosing to save that for another time. "A little help?" She motions towards the bags, motioning for him to join her.

COOPER

She had him there. Besides, never hurt to help out. Good karma and all that. His eyebrow raises at the mention of her brother and nods, "Ah yeah, I get that. I was thinkin it's a bit masculine for you. I imagined lots of pinks and purple. But i get that. Phaedra and I have a similar deal. She's off perusing the coasts of Greece and I get to do as I please. Only my first move was to take all her shit to storage," he chuckled moving over to help. He pulled a few things out of the bag, turning them over in his hands, "I see someone's on a mexican kick, is mi verga still on?"

RYLEIGH

"Pinks and purples? Why does everyone automatically go to those colors when they think of me?" He's not the first one to do it, but blue is actually her favorite color and if she had a choice to decorate anything? She'd have a French theme, or an ocean view theme. Pink ane purple is a little overrated. She's not that... bubbly... is she? "That must be so amazin' for her, though. I can't wait to see the world," she sighs, beginning to put a few of the items away in their designated spots. "I'm making tacos, yes. That's what's for dinner and for dessert," she answers, finding the single white peach she'd found, and tosses it in his direction. "Found your peach," she grins teasingly, taking the cheese from him to put it in the fridge.

COOPER

"So I've been set up," he replied, arms crossing over his chest, still smirking "You always lie on the first date, cause you definitely told me Lavender that first night," Maybe she was expecting not to see him again. Fat chance. He would've found a totally none stalkery way to see a vixen like her again. Coop shrugged, "For her? Fuck yeah. Though all she does is sit around and drink in them fancy hotels. I get it, you're 90 Phae, but get your ass in that sun and live a little," He chuckled, passing her some ingredients, not missing she totally skipped over his question. "Don't think you're slick. I see you changing the subject, but I like peaches so I'll eat this one...as long as I get to try yours later,"

RYLEIGH

"Did I?" She smirks knowingly, unable to help herself. He's just so easy. Cooper's one of those easy going guys who literally doesn't allow anything to bother him and she appreciates that about him so much to the point where she wishes she could be that good at letting things roll off her back. "Hey, let her live her life. Don't judge," she remarks, keeping everything organized so she can put them away in the proper places. "Changing the subject on what? I don't know what you're trying to tell me, Coop. Maybe you should tell me in plain English?" Ryleigh's only teasing, but she also knows two words in spanish and neither one of them had been what he said.

COOPER

Don't judge. She didn't know Phae. She ate pixies like Ryleigh for lunch. Read'em for fuckin filth. He loved her, but he could definitely judge her. "OK-- here's english for you. My dick. Are you having my dick, as like an appetizer or..." he can't help but laugh as he hands her the last of the groceries and leans against the table, "Look at me and say i'm not a snack,"

RYLEIGH

Ryleigh laughs, because how can she not? He's fucking ridiculous ninety-eight percent of the time. "Oh, you're definitely a snack, Coop," she remarks, plucking the peach from his hands after she's finished putting away the last of the groceries. "Do you really want me to suck your dick that bad? You can't even wait to be a little surprised by when I do it?" Ryleigh asks, leaning against the counter opposite him and biting into the peach she'd bought specifically for him, her free hand lifting when she feels a trickle of juice drip down her chin.

COOPER

"the fuck," he laughs, swiping for the stolen fruit, but she's faster. That or he's not trying too hard. "I do, I really really do-ooo," his voice is sing songy as he steps forward, his reflexes quick enough to catch her hand this time. "Don't worry, I gotcha," It's a light push to her wrist as he closes the gap and his head dips, his tongue wiping the trail of sweetness clean before pressing a light kiss. "I'd apologize for being overeager, but sorry, I'm not sorry. I really like you," he says, bringing his hand to cup her cheek as he pulls back, thumb caressing gently"And I'd really like your lips around my cock, but if its a no go, I get it. Tell me no now and I'll drop it for the rest of the night. Pinkie promise,"

RYLEIGH

Her breath hitches in her throat when his hand catches her own. Coop is flirty. He's loud. He's so unlike anyone she's ever known before, yet she's drawn to him. Their friendship, however unexpected, is one she craves because he makes her think less and act more. Before she can react, his tongue is swiping up the sticky trail on her chin, and he's kissing her. It's brief and light, but need strikes hard and fast behind her naval. I really like you. Is she really that weak? Yeah, she might be a little. Ryleigh takes another bite of the peach before she's setting it down on the counter before her, chewing her bite and swallowing the bitter sweet fruit. She pushes him back so he's leaning against the counter again before lifting up onto her tip toes to kiss him. A whisper of a touch of her lips against his, but a kiss all the same. "I really like you, too, Coop," she whispers softly as her small hands drop to his pants. "How much have you thought about it? My lips around your cock, I mean," she asks innocently, almost too sweetly, as she peers up at him with those sparkling green eyes of hers, one of her hands slipping beneath his pants to press her small palm flush against cock.

COOPER

His back hits the counter, not hard, but enough to make his cock twitch as her lips brush his. It's barely anything and it leaves him wanting, though her words? It's got him half chubbed, zero to sixty. That was a lie. Just texting her had gotten him worked up, but that was beside the point as her hand dropped, ghosting over the elastic and then beneath. He took a breath, his tongue pressing to his canines as he fights the urge to moan just yet, "Like-- a lot. A fucking ton," He can't hold it in, a soft groan escaping him as her palm connects with his cock. He never wore underwear, he told her as much their first meet, and feeling her bare skin against him had his head tilting forward, snagging another kiss, this one deeper than the last. "From the moment I met you, I knew they'd look so perfect..." he murmured into the kiss, before chuckling softly, "definitely top ten spank bank material,"

RYLEIGH

From her vantage point, she's granted an exceptional view of his jaw, of the day old stubble she can feel when her free hand rises to brush the back of her hand against him there. His groan makes a wave of heat flush over her body, cheeks growing pink, her hand palming his cock pressing harder, with more purpose, enough to make him feel good but not to hurt him. "From the moment we met, huh?" Ryleigh teases, smiling into the kiss he gives her, her hand falling from his jaw to graze down the front of his chest. He's so handsome, ridiculously so, and the fact that he wants her mouth on his cock? Ryleigh's filled with a sense of euphoria as she uses her free hand to work his button free, to push down the fabric of his pants until they're pooled round his ankles. His length springs free and Ryleigh nips at his lower lip once before she sinks to her knees in front of him. "Top ten but not number one?" She asks softly as her small hand curls around his cock, dragging up the length of him in one slow stroke before she's pressing the softest of kisses to the already leaking tip. Her eyes never leave his face.

COOPER

Despite those sweet innocent features, Cooper had known there was much more beneath her angelic exterior. No one with lips that perfectly plump could be. She was fuckin built for this, the perfect trap to anyone unsuspecting and Coop? He would dive in cock first anytime. His breathing hitches in his throat as he wets his lips, forcing his eyes to stay open as she works her magic, sending a surge of pleasure through his core with every stroke. "Down to the second. I thought 'Fuck those are the most perfect BJ lips I've ever seen," He feels the button pop and a shaky breath escapes, feeling the cool apartment air as his cock, thick and already pulsing, is exposed. He shifts, chuckling as he kicks his ankles free of the material and she slinks, in fucking slo mo, to her knees. The sight alone is almost enough to make him come undone but he tightens his core and fuckin prays he lasts longer than 60 seconds. "For now. Gotta allow for some growth you know, but keep this up, baby girl, and you be top 3 in no time," he chuckles again, his body trembling at the soft touch of her lips. One of his hands dip into her hair, dragging his blunt nails through the blonde tresses. "Damn that feels nice," The words came out with a sigh, his whiskey hues still connected with her bright blue.

RYLEIGH

Most perfect BJ lips? Her own shaky exhale washes over his skin where she's got her mouth poised above his cock.  "And what if I want to be number one, hm?" Ryleigh queries with a soft, teasing lilt in her voice - giving him a small pout as her hand continues to work along his shaft in effort to make him  trembled or her. That previous, shaky breath he'd let out, she wants to hear it again. She shifts on her knees, her thighs pressing together as he uses that little pet name for her and when his fingers sink into her hair, those blunt tips grazing her scalp, Ryleigh doesn't bother quieting her own whimper of pleasure. She doesn't offer him another response, but instead, with her hand working down his length, wraps her lips around his bulbous head, suckling softly on just the tip. Like it's her favorite flavor popsicle and she can't get enough of the taste.

COOPER

He feels her breath, warm and tantalizing, against his flesh and resists the urge to buck his hips. The stroke of her hand feels fucking incredible but the thought of watching his head disappear past those tickle me pink lips, the thought of feeling her tongue swirl and-- god fucking damn. he can hardly wait. "You work for it," he replies, breath already beginning to rasp as he hears her whimper. "Music to my ears. If only I'd been psychic enough to set up my fuckin phone. I'd listen to that all day," But he commits it to memory as he looks down at her sugary sweet features, her cheeks painted pink as her lips part as take him in, no hesitation, and feels the suction draw another soft groan from his throat. Heat flushes his skin, his fingers still working through her hair as his heartbeat quickens. It feels good. So damn good. And the view is everything he imagined and more. he trembles, his back digging into the counter as his head tilts to the side, getting a better angle. "That's it, baby, take it like it's your favorite,"

RYLEIGH

Work for it. S'not the first time she's heard those words. Ryleigh doubts they'll be the last, but something about Cooper, about being friends with him, makes her want to prove him wrong. Or right? She wants to be so good at this, he'll be dizzy with need every time he thinks about her mouth wrapped round his cock. Ryleigh hums around him, allowing him to feel the vibration of it. She should hate those words on his tongue, hate the way he seems so cocky about this, but a part of her finds a thrill in it if the way her panties are already drenched, clinging to her lower lips. She suckles on him for another moment longer, working her hand down his shaft, her free hand lifting to tease at the heavy sacs at the base of his cock before she pushes forward. Pink lips stretching wide around his shaft as she drops low, lower, breathing in deep until he hits the back of her throat and she can't take anymore of him. With another low hum, she bobs her head, working her mouth along his cock, using her hand to work what she can't fit into her mouth just yet.

COOPER

She hums, sending little waves of pleasure up his length, that have his fingers tightening in her hair. This position. As incredible as it felt to look down and see his dick practically devoured, his hands felt useless. And he was nothing if not a team player, but-- she seemed to like havin her hair teased, so his free hand pushed past her locks, the other loosening enough to massage her scalp. He feels the pads of her fingers grazing his balls and he swallows hard, the heat continuing to coil and build behind his abdomen as she begins to take more and more of him in. It's hard to say he's ever seen a better disappearing act as he groans deeply, the tip of his cock bumping the back of her throat. "Jesus fuckin Christ," he says breathlessly, his nails raking harder this time, unable to control the pressure as the pleasure builds and her head starts to bob. "God damn, Ryleigh, fuck that feels so so good, baby girl," he groans, his breathing growing more labored by the second.

RYLEIGH

Both of his hands are in her hair now, one massaging her scalp, the other curling in her golden locks and it's one of her biggest weaknesses the action draws another whimper from her. This one caught in her throat since her mouth is currently occupied, working along his length. Spit is already dribbling down his length from how much she's enjoying herself, and she uses it to work her hand faster, in time with her mouth. His nails raking harder make her nipples harden, a sharp ache building behind her sensitive little clit, not that she expects him to reciprocate. Sure, he mentioned wanting her, but that's not the same as actually doing anything, which Ryleigh expects because this isn't about her. He just had to go and use that pet name again, though, causing her to moan softly and shift herself up in such a way that when she bobs her head down, the head of his cock inches past her throat. Ryleigh gags, but just a little, her cheeks flushing read. She doesn't stop as she swallows, forcing him to feel that tightness contract around him. She hasn't stopped massaging him, either, palming the heavy sacs and she hates how eager she is for a taste of him, for his cum to fill her belly.

COOPER

She doesn't have to wait long. All of her little whimpers, hitches, moans. The way her hand pumps, moving in perfect sync with those pillowy pink lips along the slickness of his thick cock. The way she damn near chokes herself and does skip a beat and her throat spasms around him. It's too much and god mother fucking damn does it feel eu-fucking-phoric. His eyes shut, his hips arching as one hand clenches her hair and the other drags against her scalp, a deep guttural moan pouring from his lips as he unravels, body tightening, cumming so hard his knees nearly give out. His mind hazes, and he'd swear he passed out for a millisecond as the heat in his dick rushed through the rest of his body, lining his cheeks as his body shuddered and his grip in her hair slacks. He doesn't stop playing with her hair as pleasure washes over him, slowing him down as he fights to find words, "That-- that's definitely number 2 slot-- spank, holy fuckballs,"

RYLEIGH

Either it's been a while for him or she hasn't lost her touch at all, but Ryleigh is triumphant when she feels his hand tighten in her hair, when she feels his balls shudder and then he's there. A pulse of sticky warmth down her throat, coming in her mouth without warning her - not that she cares because that's what she wanted, but if she'd been anyone else, they probably would've had a few choice words for him. Ryleigh, however, whimpers and swallows every drop he gives her, continuing to work her mouth along him until she's sure she's manage to milk every drop of that creamy substance from his cock for now. He tastes as wild and heady as his entire personality, which doesn't surprise her. A minute later, she finally sits back on her haunches, a knowing grin on her lips as she licks her lips over her swollen pink lips, licking any remnants of him from her mouth. "I guess I'll take number two." She shrugs lightly, voice slightly huskier than normal, before she's rising to her feet and spinning to make a grab for the peach on the counter. There's an ache between her own thighs she'll take care of later, but she doesn't expect him to return the favor.

COOPER

Cooper takes a few breathes, trying to get a grip on them as Ryleigh rides the tsunami of a orgasm she'd just given him. It's impressive really, as he forces his eyes open to see how she not only takes a load like a champ but swallows every. last. drop. talk about fucking wifey material. but she's still going, the friction keeping his dick from softening though it's sensitive, to the point he actually sighs in relief as she sits back and those big blue eyes connect with his half lidded ones. He cocks a single brow, panting still as she stands and reaches for the peach as if she didn't just rock his fucking world. Cooper's reflexes kick in once more though, catching her hand to spin and pull her toward him, "Aye, and where do you think you're going?" he asked, a smirk lining his features as he dipped to kiss her, "I'd like my appetizer, please and thank you"

RYLEIGH

When he catches her hand and spins her back to him, Ryleigh goes willingly, if a little surprised by his actions. "Nowhere? Just going to eat my peach," she answers, but then he's smirking and dipping his head to kiss her. Heat flickers down her spine and she wonders if he can taste himself on her tongue. "Appetizer? You don't have to if you don't want to, Coop," she reiterates, face flushing at the prospect of him doing that to her. There'd been that time a few weeks ago someone had done it, but it's all such a blur now, it still makes her blush that someone wants to willingly make her feel good. "I promise it's not a make or break thing," she adds, voice a little quieter. She also doesn't want to have to explain her scars, but knowing Coop, he'd say something adorably dickish and move past them. So... what's really the hang up on her part? Ryleigh doesn't want to be a disappointment to him.

COOPER

"Really? That's what you wanna do right now? Eat a shitty peach?" he chuckled leaning toward the counter before swatting the peach into the floor like a fucking cat video. "Oops. Guess that's off the counter," He has to bite the inside of his lip to keep from laughing again. She's uncomfy, that's obvious, but she'd literally just given him one of the best bjs in his life stint in-- no fucking life and now she was feeling shy? It didn't add up. "Ryleigh, Ryles, Ry Ry....why the fuck wouldn't I? Actually its kinda selfish of you to wanna to have all the fun. I have needs you know and right now? I need you to sit on my face and let me know exactly how wet making me cum made that sweet sweet pussy of yours," As he's talking, his free hand snakes around her waist, slowly guiding her toward the couch. He's moving slow, slow enough that if she really doesn't want the reprieve, she can stop him, but he sure as hell hope she doesn't.

RYLEIGH

Her mouth falls open when he smacks the peach out of her hand. "Cooper! What is wrong with you? That was a perfectly good peach!" She manages to argue with him just as he's managed to keep her flush against his body. Her pink lips, now swollen, form into a small pout as he slowly backs her up toward the couch. Sit on his face? No, she's not.. definitely not doing that. She blushes so hard, she can feel the heat in her cheeks, but she doesn't stop him from continuing to guide her back toward the couch. "You can... you can still find out... but I'm not sitting on your face, Coop. But if you really want to... find out... then I guess you can, but remember what I said. No questions, okay?" Ryleigh peers up at him from beneath her long lashes, very reminiscent of Puss in Boots in that scene in Shrek when he's pleading for someone to do something for him. "I want it, I do, I just---- my pleasure usually isn't what people think about." She shrugs, telling him the truth of her apprehension because it's Cooper and they're friends, aren't they?

COOPER

He doesn't glance over his shoulder as he moves and nearly trips over his shoes, but he recovers like the bomb ass martial artist he is. He doesn't blush but he could probably see the red in hers from orbit. "Oh come ooon. I promise its comfortable. The god's blessed me with the perfect jaw for it, it jut screams 'sit here'," They reach the couch and he lingers for a moment, watching her pull out all the stops. Over what? Did she have like a third nipple down there or something? Because honestly that sounded kinda hot in a weird Picasso kinda way, "Fine, no questions," he replies plopping onto the couch. He wastes no time having his hands massage over denim covering her hips and around to pop their button. He's listening or trying to as he starts to ease them down. "Then you've been with the wrong peeps, baby girl, cause pleasure is definitely a two way street. I mean-- think about it," he began, shoving the denim to her ankles before sliding his hands up her thighs, his eyes up, connecting with hers as one hand slips between her creamy thighs. She's wet...so much wetter than he'd thought and he can't help but groan softly, "Think about how wet you are...you're fucking drenched for me and I barely touched you. If makin me feel good, makes you feel that good, why wouldn't it be the same for me, hm? And if it ain't, then those people? They aint worth your fuckin time and more than likely, the air they breathe,"

RYLEIGH

Ryleigh takes a deep breath, his words dragging a low, amused little laugh from her at his comment. He does have a very nice jaw, she'll give him that and maybe, one day, she'll be comfortable enough to sit on his face because she wants to and not just because he wants that from her. Her uneasiness settles when he finally agrees to keep his questions to himself.  He plops down onto the couch leaving her standing in front of him, his fingers deftly freeing the button on her jeans. Fabric gives just slightly as he slowly eases them down over her hips, down her thighs, until they're pooled around her ankles. She struggles to work her feet free, pushing the denim to the side once she's able to, her off the shoulder sweatshirt long enough to cover her ass and hide most of her panties from him, but then his hands are grazing up her thighs and it's-- her knees tremble beneath the touch. He's not wrong; she's soaked right through her panties. "I-- I guess I never thought of it that way," she answers honestly in a quiet whisper, her throat tight as she watches him watching her. Her small hands rise to settle on his shoulders and she shifts a half step closer to him. "I don't know if I'll be able to do this while standing because my knees are already shaking and you're only touching me," Ryleigh adds, a quiet whimper leaving her as he continues to touch her.

COOPER

Her pants discarded to the side gives him more access and he loves the effect his touch has on her. And the amount of juices seeping through those flimsy cotton panties, it's enough to coat the pads of his fingers and he pulls back, popping them between his lips. She tastes like a fuckin main course, the subtle salty with taste only a on point pussy would taste of, and he groans softly as his fingers leave his lips and slip right back between her thighs. "Then come here," he says, drawing her onto the couch so that she's straddling him, his fingers pressing that thin material past her folds to find her pretty-- well he assumed it was pretty, little clit. "What do you think about that makes your nipples hard and your clit throb? Tell me what you want, what you fuckin desire, Ryleigh, and I'll give it to you,"

RYLEIGH

Cooper's that kind of handsome where you're not sure if he's even real because he's almost too handsome. They'd met at some random party Ryleigh had decided to check out on a whim, spent far too much time outside climbing trees, and now they're here. His lips wrapping around his fingers to taste her arousal on them. Ryleigh files the image away for her own use, later, because it's one of the sexiest things she's ever seen someone do because of her. When he drags her onto his lap, thighs spread to straddle him, Ryleigh's little hands find purchase on his shoulders, shifting herself to get more comfortable but his hands are there, between her thighs again, his fingers finding her clit with expertise and she--- is she really supposed to answer him? What she wants, it isn't real. Being the girl someone can't wait to get their hands on, can't wait to ruin with as many orgasms as possible. She's the girl when there's no one else available, though, and she's come to terms with that a long time ago, so instead of answering him, she sinks her fingers into his hair and drags his mouth to hers for a kiss. Desperate, needy. "I want you to make me cum, Cooper, please?" Ryleigh whispers against his mouth, rolling her hips forward against his fingers. If he wanted to manhandle her a little while he does... she wouldn't hate it.

COOPER

Coop can feel her warmth the second the gap between them closes and as her weight presses into his shoulders and he gets a glimpse of her amazing breasts, he can't think of a single reason anyone would deny this bombshell the pleasure she so rightly deserved. Yes, she had those innocent doe eyes and those plump little cheeks that made ya wanna squeeze them, but like beauty, sexy was in the eyes of the beholder, and his eyes? They were telling him she was one of the most fuckable girls in Dayton. Her kiss is dizzying and he can taste how bad she needs this. Who was he to disappoint? "That's child's play, baby girl," he replies, lips breaking into a smirk against her lips as he finally pushes the fabric away and the pads of his fingers meet her slick heat, "Im going to make you squirt for me," As he speaks, his hands leave their spots, finding her hips to jerk her to the side and onto her back. Fingers curl into the elastic of her panties and though he was sure he could rip the material, he isn't an animal ( yet ), and he drags them down her thighs and past her ankles. They're discarded, but he doesn't wait before he's parting those beautiful thighs. He can see something there, disappearing as it wrapped around the back, but she said no questions. He'd honor it. For now. And his hand moved to splay her folds as his head dipped, his tongue swatting at her leaking pussy with uncontrolled delight. "You taste so much better than peaches," he teased

RYLEIGH

Cool air meets her slick flesh when he just barely nudges her panties to the side. His words spoken with such confidence, like there's never been a moment he's been with someone where he hasn't made them squirt. Ryleigh whimpers loudly, much more so than she intends to, but he's quick to jerk her onto her back, her small body easy to move compared to how much bigger and stronger he is. He's not the most overpowering person she's been with, but need still flickers through her at how easily he can have her spread open for him, dragging the soiled material of her panties away from her body. Ryleigh blushes when he parts her thighs, thankful she takes care of herself despite knowing if anyone is even going to be up close and personal with her goods or not. She's bare because it feels better that way and when his fingers spread her slick folds, parting her like he can't wait to--- "Coop," Ryleigh moans, one of her hands reaching down, pushing any thought of uncertainty out of her mind as she focuses on the velvety warmth of his tongue lapping at her center. Fingers spear through his hair, gripping tight as she raises her hips, seeking the warmth of his lips, allowing instinct to guide her.

COOPER

His name leaving her lips is all he needs. Preferably a need that's recurrently met cause he wants his name in a fucking symphony of groans, moans, and whimpers. He wanted varying volumes, speeds, the works. He wanted his name carved in her memory so that whenever those delicate digits found their way between her own thighs, it was his name she sang out. His name that shook her core and took her to the euphoric crescendo.  and he'd gladly do whatever it took to get her there. Hands push through his hair as his tongue circles the sensitive bundle of nerves, and he had to grin, her hips bucking as he slowed down to take his time, to allow them both to enjoy it as he began to spell. C-O-O-P-E-R.

RYLEIGH

A knot forms in her throat, because nobody took time with her. Thats... okay, some people did. Some people took their time, but mostly because she liked to tease. Because she loved the control it gave her to have someone throbbing under her mouth - be it a cock or pretty pussy - it didn't really matter. Cooper, though, with every drag of his tongue against her center, she grows dizzy from the weight of the pleasure in her veins. His tongue circles around the sensitive bundle, drawing a breathy little moan from her throat. Her lithe fingers tighten in his hair, tryin not to roll her hips up against his tongue. Lost as she is in the euphoria he's bestowing upon her, she doesn't catch what he's trying to do with his tongue. Just knows each soft, velvety swirl causes goosebumps to kiss her skin and her body to arch up toward his face in effort to make him stop. torturing. her. "Coop, please," she pleads when fire licks down her spine, sweat beading along her forehead. Ryleigh lifts her head to peer down at him, her lower lip catching between her teeth at the sight of him there - jaw dripping with evidence of her need. "I want to come for you," she admits, her face flaming a bright shade of pink at her words. She's not unused to saying them, but she's never said anything so bold to him and it's-- she wants him to think about her after this. When he's alone in his shower, working his fist along his cock. She wants him to remember this moment and how she felt coming on his tongue.

COOPER

He can tell she's trying to restrict herself, her hips tense as hands brush over their curves. Her fingers feel fucking great, tightening as she moans for him. Whatever she's trying to hold back, he makes it his goal to expose, because fuck he wants to see her unravel completely. He wants her melt, to be a puddle in the wake of his masterful cunnilingus. Which he'd definitely make a joke about later. But for now she was pleading, her body arching, resolve loosening with every swirl of his tongue. "That's what I like to hear, baby girl. Cum for daddy," he teases, pulling the bundle between his lips to suckle as his right hand slips between them, digits grazing her thickness before circling her heat with his middle finger. She's so fuckin wet and he just can't resist pressing forward, sliding the tip inside her, as his tongue continue working it magic.

RYLEIGH

She's overwhelmed. Flickers of pleasure licking through her body, making her vision cross and her hands shake as she keeps them tight in his hair. If she let's go, she's not sure she won't float away on a cloud, because this has to be a dream. Nothing could feel this good, could be this intense. Except every swirl of his tongue proves different, her thighs trembling on either side of his head. Full lips wrap around her sensitive little clit right after he says those words. Right after he uses that moniker on himself and it's too much. It's fucking too much and she-- a rush of euphoria crashes over her body in heavy waves, a sweet, lilted cry of "daddy please" coiling off the tip of her tongue like she has any fucking right to say it, but he'd started it and she's coming so hard around his the tip of his finger. Just the tip. Not even the entire thing, and she's a mess. A familiar warmth burns behind her eyes as the intensity weighs heavy on her chest, her thighs fluttering on either side of his head as if trying to clamp down, to push him away, because she feels more vulnerable than she ever has and it's embarrassing.

COOPER

"daddy please" fuck-- he could've cum right then and there hearing those words. His cock, still hard from their explorations, throbbed, and he had to focus as her walls clenched around his finger tip. He feels the rush of warm there, her shuddered breaths as her thighs tremble, but he doesn't stop. No fuckin way is he not riding it out, enjoying every little twitch and whimper as he slows, his pressure lightening to adjust to what he assumed was now highly sensitive. "such a good girl," he practically purrs against her, feeling her muscles beginning to relax. He sits up a bit, his whiskey colored hues falling on her scarlet stained face. No doubt he's cover in her, but he makes no effort to brush it away not even as he pulls his finger out of her deliciously wet core and pops it in his mouth. "I think I found my new favorite meal," he teases, pressing soft kisses along her thighs. He can see better now...thin sometimes jagged looking scars the wrap around the backs of them. His instinct isn't to ask. No, she already said she didn't want to talk about anything he saw. Instead he brushes his lips along them, peppering kisses down the length of each one as he lifts one of her legs to rest atop his shoulder. "God, you're beautiful," he murmurs against her.

RYLEIGH

there's such a swell of emotion in her chest and fire sparking through her body, it's hard for her to focus on any one sensation. he doesn't stop,even as she falls apart, but rather licks and touches her through it until she's no more than a softly whimpering mess. she's surprised she feels herself relaxing at all, but he let's up, and finally, she can breathe, but she inhales so sharply, unable to stop the fall of her tears from the corners of her eyes. ryleigh can only let out a half laugh at his words. she can't taste that good.  the petite blonde shakes her head, tries to shift herself away from his attention, but then his head turns and she feels his lips brushing over the back of one of her thighs. ryleigh's fine, if a little tense, and the bubble of emotion she'd felt explodes when his lips brush across one she knows is particularly rough looking, so deep, the skin is raised and puckered pink. she twitches against him, scrambling away from his mouth, from his attention, from those god awful words on his lips. "please don't. they're not... i'm not..." ryleigh curls herself against the corner of the couch, legs tucked against her chest, arms wrapped tight around them. she's crying, and she doesn't mean to, but nobody's ever-- she remembers the pain. remembers every single time she'd felt the sharp edge of the knife dig into her flesh, her vision blurring from the force of her tears. "i'm sorry," she murmurs, voice muffled by her knees.

COOPER

No no no. This-- fuck. This was not how things were supposed to go. He wanted her to feel good. To feel fuckin pampered. But she was crying. Her frame shrinking away from him completely and it was obvious by her reaction the chance of him ever getting the opportunity to actually fuck her was gone. Not that he cared. No-- she was hurting and his chest ached for her as he sat up, the back of his hand swiping at his mouth as he slipped off the couch and onto his knees next to her, dispelling the space between them with the wrap of his arms around her. "I'm not gonna to say 'its ok' or 'I know how you feel'. It's obviously not ok and I dunno how you feel or why you feel that way and I'm not asking and I'm not going to feed you that bullshit..." he murmurs, his grip loose enough that if she wants to pull back, it's not a struggle, "Never fuckin apologize for how you're feelin though. It's valid, even if no one else understands. And I'm not sorry for what I said or did, because that's how I feel, even if you don't..."

RYLEIGH

ryleigh expects him to leave. nobody wants to deal with her minor break down after they've made her cum. she doesn't expect to feel his arms around her, or for him to try and comfort her. when he does, though? when his arms slip around her, she's leaning into his embrace, shifting against him so she's buried into his chest face first, her arms caught between her chest and his. she's not sure how long she let's him hold her, or how long they sit together like this, but she's lulled by the sound of his heart beat. "you were great. i'm a mess," she manages to whisper softly, blinking through the burn of her eyes, fingers spreading over the fabric of his shirt. "it's been a long time since anyone's-- i love sex. don't get me wrong. i'm good at it and i love it a lot, but it's never... i've just had some bad experiences and usually, it's not about what i want or how i feel. so it's-- it was just overwhelming. and i'm not proud of my scars. i am, because i survived, but sometimes they just make feel ugly. damaged. it's like this reminder that no matter how much i try to pretend like i'm okay, that i'm whole, i'm not." god, she's word vomiting all over him. sniffling softly, ryleigh lifts her head away from his chest, hands wiping over her face. "i'm sorry. i've... never told anyone that before." she whispers, before realizing this is cooper and this is probably the last thing he signed up for.

COOPER

he doesn't expect her to lean in. if anything he expected a shove to his chest, maybe a few choked words not so subtly telling him to leave. as dim as people thought he was, Cooper knew he wasn't the guy people looked to for this sort of thing. He was loud and obnoxious and he was fuckin proud of it. He accepted that part of himself, embraced it a long ass time ago. no one brought a fuckin clown to a memorial. but she buried her head against his chest and he can feel his shirt soaking with her tears, but he doesn't move. He's not even sure if he's breathing until he hears her voice, barely above a whisper, breaks the silence. he lets her talk, though he's glad she can't his facial expression shift. he wants to interrupt. To tell her whoever made her feel that way...whoever fuckin did this to her didn't deserve the fuckin air they were breathing and that if he ever ran into them, he'd make it so every breath they took was a fucking struggle. But he managed to keep that, and more than a few others at bay, his jaw flexing as she lifted her head and he met those big blue eyes. They were red-- puffy, but still as gorgeous as ever. Especially as the last of her words fell from her lips and a small smirk curls onto his lips as he presses a kiss just below her eye. He can practically taste the salt as he pulls back, his volume matching hers "Ugh, you gotta stop with the apologies. Does it look like I care? I mean-- I do, but not about that. So stop," he presses another, this time below her other eye, "Nobody is whole, Ryleigh. It's a flippin myth. We all have our scars that make us feel like shit...some wear them on the outside, others on the inside, some are deeper than others and they all effect us differently. Yours at least tell your story of survival...they, no matter how fuckin painful, tell a story. Me? I've got fuckin orbs on my body for shits and giggles. Not even one, Ryleigh. Seven. SEVEN," he said pulling back to show her his wrists.

"But like i said before, your feelings? They’re valid and you can’t help them, sometimes you gotta say fuck it and lean into them to get through them. But you can’t let them define you either, cause your more than that shit--” his voice cut off with a soft chuckle, his eyes pulling from hers as he glances up, “I dunno if that makes any fucking sense. But it feels right to me and I hope you feel it too,”

RYLEIGH

sharing her thoughts, allowing herself not to be okay-- she's spent three years living another life. longer, actually, if you take into account her childhood. living this half life where she can smile at a complete stranger, yet, when caught in the silence of her own space, she immerses herself inside her own heartache. she never shares this part of herself with anyone, because there's a persona she has. one she's kept up very nicely since arriving in town (minus a few setbacks here and there), but for the most part, she's managed to maintain some semblance of normalcy. her cheeks flush when he kisess first one cheek, then the other, her tears clinging to his lips as he pulls away. a watery laugh catches in her throat at his words, but mostly because it was such a cooper way to answer her, but also surprisingly sweet? red rimmed eyes fall to where he holds out his wrists, orangish hued orbs inked upon his skin, barring stars in the middle. she's not sure what they're for, or why, but she's lifting one of her hands to brush her thumb over the soft, sensitive skin. "shits and giggles? no other reason?" she asks softly, her voice raspy due to the effort of trying to hold in her sobs. ryleigh sighs softly. it's the most she's heard cooper talk about anything without him trying to talk about his dick in the same sentence and it's a lot, but not... she appreciates it. him. leaning into him, she presses a soft kiss to his lips and it should deter her, the smell of her on his skin, but she kind of.. likes it? "thank you, cooper. i'm s-- i didn't mean to ruin the moment. it was just very overwhelming for me to feel so many things at once, and then you were kissing them and calling me beautiful and it-- it was overwhelming." she states quietly, licking her parched lips as she remains leaning against him, pantsless.

COOPER

he chuckles, the soft brush tickling a little. "I mean-- yes and no. They're called Dragon Balls...they're nothing alone. Paper weights at best. But together they represent this otherworldly magic with the power to grant any fuckin wish you can dream up. So I could give you some bullshit about how each one represents my siblings and I and how together we can fuckin rule the world, but honestly? It's a fun excuse to get naked and grant some wishes," Cooper said, tossing her a playful wink. There were more than a few reasons he liked the idea of tattooing, most of which would make him sound fucking high, but hey-- any way to cut the tension, right? He smiles into her kiss, warmth spreading through him as she seems to relax a little more. he wasn't afraid of a heavy moment, but fuck were they stressful. And stress wasn't a state he existed in often. As she mentioned the moment, he feigned a glance down, his eyes flicking back up with a coy smirk. "I'm not gonna lie, Big Coop's pretty fuckin soft, but I'd be more worried if he were the opposite. Just don't judge him, he's a grower, not a shower," Not that that was ever a problem. He was almost always a quarter of the way chubbed. A problem? Maybe to some, but to him? Definitely not. "I get that. I know I'm a bit of an acquired taste...but I meant what I said, you are beautiful. Every last inch of you," he muses, squeezing her gently before pressing one last kiss to her lips. Now would be the perfect time to linger. To coax her in to something deeper, something more sensual than the few soft touches they'd been sharing. But he shifts, unwrapping his arms so he can stand, because come on-- as much as he'd love to round the bases and bring it home, he's not a fucking sleaze bag. He knew when the inning was over and this was that. "How about you stay there. Relax and I'll start the fajitas and then you can take over when you start smellin smoke," he teased, moving pantless into the kitchen. Sexy times were over, but that was fine. It wouldn’t be long until he had some delicious fajitas-- decent fajitas, and a beautiful woman to snuggle up to. And that? That was all he really needed.