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Beca beca please please I’m begging you write smt w cooper x shy!plus size reader. Please please please😭😭😭🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

In The Now | Cooper Adams/Abbott x Plus Size F!Reader

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Synopsis: Nightly walks by the fire station is a ritual, a way to clear your mind from the bullshit in your life. The firefighters do so much for your community, why not give them a little appreciation back? Though, only one remains, and he happens to be your favorite.

Warnings: Porn with Plot, Smut, Soft!Cooper, Shy!Reader, Mentions of weight (soft belly/tummy, grabbable thighs, soft flesh, ect.), Public Sex???, Oral F!Receiving, Floor Sex, Cooper Talks You Through It (Shh its canon,)

Word Count: 6.2k

Rating: M

Author’s Note: I hope I did your request justice.

Tagging: @rubyfruitjungle @cherryinterlude @lilly3434 @amethystblackkchaos @rosaleelovesdilfs @babygorewhore @dirtylittlefairytales @redpillbluepill @strangererotica

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Introvert; a typically reserved or quiet person who tends to be introspective and enjoys spending time alone. Shy; being reserved or having or showing nervousness or timidity in the company of other people. What do both have in common? You. Being shy and introverted is not a bad thing, no, in fact it is a great thing. It protects you from the horrors of the world, keeps you in line with other things in life so – you can get the full experience without the bullshit that comes with it. It is a better way to go through each day; You’re not naïve but careful. You don’t leave traces where you have been, but you garner experiences. You don’t remember conversations but, you remember names and faces. It is better that way; it is easier to be in the background of everyone else’s journey than to be at the forefront. Not being seen is good, it’s safe. You know where you are and cannot be touched. It’s better than whatever is going on locally.

Sure, Philadelphia isn’t the prime location for a job change but – it was better than one season states. At least in Philly you got to see the leaves change, sun to rain to snow, every element was prevalent each day. It was a step up from what you were used to, nothing could follow you here. Your past, your regrets – they stayed away, like they deserved to. You deserved and needed a fresh start – this was the best way to do it, this ensured that you could be seen with fresh eyes, over critical ones. You didn’t want to be in the spotlight, or in places where it wasn’t important. You wanted a name for yourself, but one that didn’t bring attention. Wallflower, that was what you wanted. Standing, listening, analyzing; You take inventory of a room and guess the life pattern for everyone, then be on your merry way. Quiet, demure, mindful.

Moving here was a dream come true – a great work opportunity that you couldn’t pass on. You would’ve been a fool to do so. Plus, a way to escape the realism of your hometown? Call it a win-win situation. It was what every reclusive person wanted; Fully remote, put up in a swanky condo across from the fire department – so you know you’d never lose power in snowstorms. It was good; Safe. It meant you were out of the public sights of the world, you could in passing say hi and move on – never commit to the names. They never mattered anyways. It was a great experience, a great road trip drive, and better yet – a dream come true to explore.

Ladder 49 in Philly is an exuberant bunch – always laughing and welcoming the neighbors in. Every Spring day they are drawing hopscotch with the kids. Every Summer they are playing basketball. Every Autumn they are carving pumpkins and delivering turkeys. Every Winter they are holding toy drives and shoveling people out. When they say they are community driven – they are not kidding. Years upon years of photos always sit in the forefront of the station, showing new and oldcomers alike how much they love giving back, how devoted they are to the community. It was the luck of the draw for you to be across from it, it was a match made in heaven. The first day you moved in was just a show of their kindness, their dedication. Especially when the fire chief came strolling over with a simple sentence: “Let me take those for you.” He didn’t even stutter or miss a step as he took the box out of your arms, and carried it inside. A leader of example, considering his men were quick to grab the rest. That was your first interaction with Cooper Adams, and sure as hell hoped it wasn’t going to be the last.

With the Summer cresting into Fall in Philly, shorts weather now became jeans and a sweatshirt weather. It felt better, not having to deal with chafing thighs and the constant sticky skin. The humidity was brutal this time of the year, but as it dried against you skin it felt nice. The second you could feel it on your back, your stomach, and your sides? It was AC for you. But with the Fall rolling through it just made things better. The air was crisper, the mood was starting to get that spooky feel – with Halloween on the way in. It was everything you wanted, everything you asked for. Everything that made the world feel alright again.

Your favorite things to do during this time were take late night strolls through the town, getting use to the city and seeing how places were starting to decorate. Headlamps lined the streets in Victorian era black steel, the orange glow of the lightbulbs inside caused a cozy feeling to overtake your body. It brought you solace and comfort, knowing everything would be orange and red soon – and the rain would move in sweetly. Pulling your coat tighter around your body, you wrapped your arms over your chest – enjoying the plush feel. Your boots scuffed at the newly paved sidewalk, bringing music to your ears. Laughter could be heard from around the corner, the park playground – as the smell of marijuana hung sweetly in the air. Inhaling the scent deeply, you let your eyes fall shut at the notion – swaying on your own two feet. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re already ready for Winter!” A cheery voice chimed from beside you, causing your eyes to slowly drift open. Turning your head to your right, you saw him sitting against the firehouse wall, spraying down his helmet with cleaner as he smiled at you. Him, the one you have been pining over for months since you arrived in Philly – the one to always strike up a conversation with you. Cooper Adams, fire chief, and resident DILF.

Ever since that first day of taking your boxes in, he never passes on the opportunity to strike up a conversation with you. It was sweet, it was also the highlight of your days. His long chestnut locks always falling into his face, sweeping them away with both hands – the way his ember eyes glittered against any type of lighting sent shivers down your spine. You grew to admire the golden flecks his irises always loved to send out, sparkling like Tiger’s Eye against the sun. He was beauty and grace wrapped into one, the All-American man. Everything you could see yourself wanting, Cooper was. To you it felt silly to have such a high-school crush on a man, clearly in his forties but, the body wants what it wants. The little lines around his eyes when he laughed made your heart grow softer, the way he always admired what you were wearing made your head fill with smoke. He is ethereal, and you never seized the opportunity to embrace that light he shone so brightly.

“Sshh! Don’t say that too loud or else we will get an early one,” you joked, feeling your heart race as your feet started to walk towards the firehouse entrance, leaning against the brick wall beside Cooper. Staring up at you, Cooper laughed so dreamily – music to your ears. He shook with his laughter, which you admired a lot. It wasn’t just a thoughtful reaction but, a mindless one. Everything was always so comical to Cooper, your talk backs and dad jokes. He admired them, and you loved the full body chuckle. Shaking his head, he slowly started to calm his laughter down as he leaned back into the steel chair, sighing out as he grabbed a rag from his side. Propping his helmet on his lap, Cooper started to wipe down the visor of soot from their last call uptown this morning, a two-alarm fire that thankfully no one was home for. Your eyes lost focus on Cooper’s face as he gripped his helmet hard – wiping in circular motions. His blue fire department shirt was rolled around the sleeves, highlighting the beautiful bulging of his biceps. It was soft yet hard; Easily bitable. You felt your mouth water at the thought, smirking inwardly at the idea of doing so.

“You’re fun, you know that?” Internally you cocked your eyebrow, not believing that in the slightest. Sure, you could have fun but, to the outside world? No way. That wasn’t reality. You were a wallflower, shy and quiet versus talkative and extroverted. No, this was only for Cooper – a side of yourself you never would’ve thought would come out as much as it did. Feeling your cheek heat from the compliment, you shied away in yourself for a moment, locking your eyes onto the ground by Cooper booted feet, loving to see the scuffs against the leather – proving how hard he was at work. In fact, you were so into the fantasy of him calling you fun and thinking about his boots, that you wondered what the leather would feel like rubbing against your cu-

“Ah, shit!” Cooper yelled out as he jumped out of his seat, causing you to jump back into reality. Stumbling backwards a bit from the scare, Cooper leaned forth to grab your arm – stopping you from falling. You didn’t quite understand what was happening at first when he grabbed you, but as your body evened out to the stumble, you noticed that the dark blue of Cooper’s shirt was now navy, soaked in liquid – the cleaner he was using. The pungent smell permeated your nostrils, making them flare slightly. Cooper ground his booted feet against the concrete floor, watching you intently as you caught your breath. But you could never bring your eyes to Cooper’s face, no, instead your eyes were fixated on Cooper’s chest. His sopping shirt clinging so well to his form. He was hard in some places, but soft in all the good spots. The soft pudge of his belly to the hardened contours of his sides made your mind go wild. That flush crept down your neck to your chest – suddenly causing your coat to feel too tight around you; Too warm. His nipples pebbled beneath the wetness as a cool breeze rolled through, causing him to shudder.

“Sorry about that, I hope I didn’t splash you,” Cooper spoke with remorse, grimacing at the idea of getting this stuff on you. Shaking your head as you cleared your throat – you closed your eyes momentarily. “Uhm, no…not that I could tell. I was too busy uh,” you began as you chuckled, waving your arms dramatically to signalize your almost fall. Cracking one eye open, you caught Cooper looking at you with a longing look – his head tilted to the side as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. The admiration in his eye lit you on fire, from the inside out. Those beautiful autumn night irises trailed up and down your body, focusing on your baren legs, then trailing up the expanse of your torso – flashing his teeth slightly with his lip bite. You could feel your fingers starting to shake at your side, the electricity between the two of you immaculate – ready to burst at the seams.

As Cooper’s eyes slid over your face, he came to the realization that you saw him check you out, causing his eyes to go wide for a moment before relaxing. A flush of pink tinged his cheeks cutely, causing that little color to make his eyes pop more. Letting go of his lip, he trailed his tongue over the puckered surface. He was holding something back; An internal fight with himself. God, you wanted him to just say it – to put an end to the pining. The tension, the quietness, it was too much. “I was planning on it being you that got me out of my shirt, not the cleaning products.” Cooper was nonchalant with how he spoke out, leaning against the lockers to the left of the firetruck. He used the tip of his elbow to click the garage switch – those giant doors starting to close now, putting the city away for the night so it was only you two. You were happy he did that, considering how loud the garage doors were going down, it masked the small moan you let out at his words.

You were in shock to say the least, not expecting sweet, delicate Cooper to say such a thing. I mean it was obvious you both have been playing the will they, won’t they card for months but – you thought it may have just been all in your head. “Excuse me?” You said quietly, keeping your eyes fixated on the concrete floor. You wouldn’t be able to control yourself if you looked up – your shy demeanor would fall since it was now just the two of you. There was a deeper side of yourself that was questioning all of this – if it was real, if it was in your head. It’s a fantasy to you, Cooper interested in you – a recently divorced man, bringing him back to his glory days. It wasn’t self-doubt or insecurity stopping you; You know you are beautiful, sexy, and hot – but you were afraid this was all a dream. A dream brought on by a fever or a daydream while you’re at work. But as you peered back up to meet Cooper’s attentive gaze, you knew this was real. “Honey, I wasn’t born yesterday.”

Cooper spoke so plainly, like nothing else in the world mattered within that moment. Only you did, only this moment did. “I could see it, still see it actually.” He used the rag in his hand to motion to your face in a circle, licking around the inside of his lip as he tried to find the next words. Slowly the gap between the two of you started to close, the air growing thicker and thicker as his body took up the empty space. The gentle pace at which he was going spoke measures, it was delicious – he was inevitable. “Your eyes speak the words you mouth will not.” Cooper brought his clean hand up to caress your cheek, rubbing his thumb over your soft skin. You couldn’t help but to lean in, letting the warmth of his palm envelop you. “That’s…very waxing poet of you.” Your words came out like it was never a question at all or have any hesitancy behind your words. They were true, cute, and most of all – funny.

The genuine belly laugh you got from Cooper caught you off guard - getting you off into a giggle fit. Hearing him let his true self out within that laugh made everything feel okay – the heavy sexual tension was blooming with free-spirited energy and such wholesome qualities; It made you feel so good. Bowing to you, he blew you air kisses as he slicked his hair back, nudging you with his shoulder. “Thank you,” he chortled, running a hand over his five o’clock shadow. The facial hair looked so good on him; Small specks of grey littered the edges, whilst his temple held all the rest. Grey looked so good on him; the color made him youthful in a way. “You know, I did major in poetry at school.” That was a shock to you; You never saw Cooper as the writer type but – more of an engineering background. The new tidbit of information made you question everything.

“Did you now?” You asked politely, crossing your arms over your chest. Biting his lip in your direction, Cooper leaned his arm directly above your head, looking down at you. Your eyes trailed up the inseam of his arm, seeing the light-colored veins under his skin, mixed with the intoxicating smell of his cologne. Your knees trembled the slightest bit as he stood over you, examining your face with precision. His gaze was intense, shifting from hazel to black almost immediately – his pupils taking up all the color. As he went to nod his head, he changed at the last second to a shake. “No, I went to a trade school but hey – I still dabble in a bit of Shakespeare.” He shrugged, doing the shrug smile with it. Rolling your eyes, you set your vision to the calendar hanging up on the other side of the fire station, trying to calm your heart rate from the proximity of Cooper.

He could tell your heart was racing, that your spine was growing tingling with emotion. To help quell the racing you were feeling, Cooper brought his hand back to your face, caressing your cheek as his lips were only a few inches from yours. “No, but seriously, though. I see the way you look at me.” He was so matter of fact with it, he wasn’t skating around anything anymore. He knew that he needed to speak the truth, to get across to you, because this would be the only chance he had while the guys were all playing pool downtown. “I don’t mean to be forward but, it feels good.” You made Cooper feel good, a feeling everyone deserves to have. You felt the pinprick of tears in the corner of your eyes as you smiled up at him, nudging your chin out for him to touch your lips. Cooper stayed where he was, not moving an inch, causing you to grow wanton. “Feeling wanted again.”

Deep seeded emotion found its way into his eyes, the glimmer of light reflecting off showcased the unshed tears he was holding back. With the way his Adam’s apple bobbed, you knew he was close to crying. But Cooper was not going to show that – no, instead he hissed as he pulled back, clearing his throat. A whimper slipped through his parted lips, which in turn caused you to clench your bare thighs together, swallowing down hard at the sound. You tried to be inconspicuous, so Cooper didn’t see; You were thankful his eyes were turned down. “Okay, yeah this is starting to burn,” he snickered out, grabbing at the end of his t-shirt with expert precision. Cooper whipped his shirt off quickly, small bits of chemical hitting the floor as it was removed. Your eyes went wide at the sight in front of you – showing off all the hard and soft parts of Cooper’s torso you saw earlier. This time his skin was pinkened by the exposure to the cleaner, but it didn’t take away from him at all. The happy trail leading right to his belt buckle; His chest hair spread across him in the sexiest way.

Cooper grabbed a clean rag from his locker and doused it with a water bottle, groaning as the burning got more intense. The way the liquid was about to glide over his abs, made your eyes vibrate. You felt your demeanor slipping at an alarming rate, knowing you were about to cross a line you wouldn’t come back from. “Do you want me to hose you down?” Your joke was a tight delivery, considering you couldn’t stop watching Cooper run the wet towel down his stomach, soaking up any bits of the chemicals. You felt your eyes waver heavily as your arousal grew, which caused you to stare at Cooper. His own eyes were obsidian, black around all edges – a man pained with arousal. Smirking in such a sinister way, he nodded at you – flicking the wet cloth in your direction. “Depends, you going to show me what you have hiding under that coat?”

That was it for you – you knew you were never coming back. Cooper Adams metaphorically saw what you had underneath, that lacy red number you bought a while ago. You had nowhere to wear it, and no one to wear it for. But you didn’t care – it made you feel sexy, enticing, plus it was a little incentive for Cooper in hindsight. His red iPhone gave away his favorite color, and tonight he happened to be all alone. It wasn’t planned in the slightest but, you were hoping. When you saw Cooper sitting alone tonight, you hoped no one else was there. After an hour and no one, you knew it was your time to make the call. Twisting side to side in your spot, you moved forward into Cooper’s space, giving your best innocent eyes you could muster as Cooper placed his hand on your hip, smoothing the other down your arm. “You’re not as sneaky as you might think, love.” The whispered tone in which he spoke to you made your body shudder under his touch; His lips pressed sweetly to the shell of your ear, letting his plush skin rest easily against you. He could feel the tremor in your body as his lips laid a peaceful kiss to your ear, moaning slightly into you. “I wasn’t-“ you managed to start but, alas gave up halfway through.

“Oh you were, don’t be shy, darling.” His tone shifted from calm to desperate very quick – a little tease at the end to sweeten the deal. The hand that rested against your hip scooted around to your lower back, running a finger up and down your spine. The other hand resting against your arm snaked to the back of your neck, rubbing at the nape. Quickly you were pulled flush against Cooper, feeling his bulging jeans press firmly against your stomach, causing your breath to waver. His lips only inches from yours; If you tilted your head up, you would be able to just feel him and every dream he could give you. “You were hoping that tonight, of all nights, would be the time you finally got a taste of me.” He read you like a book, because this is exactly what it was. What it all looked like, it was exactly what you needed.

Cooper let both of his hands trail over your clothed body, bringing them around to your front. Each finger admired the curves on you, the soft and supple skin hiding beneath. All he could think about doing was sinking his teeth in and leaving his mark on you. The beige trench coat you wore was adorned in front by the belt – to which you had tied into a bow. Thick, calloused fingers made their way to the simple knot, gently tugging on the longer end, teasing you. Cooper’s eyes remained on your front; mouth ajar whilst the soft fabric started to sway with the tension. You had half a mind to pull yourself back, forcing him to undo it quicker but – where was the fun in that? Cooper wouldn’t have it either, no, he would make your life a living hell if you did that. This was all about the chase, never the end – but you knew it was going to be worth it.

As you were about to speak, the last of the knot fell out in front of you, leaving just the first loop around. Cooper’s agile fingers worked diligently to undo it, letting the belt fall to your side, brushing past your exposed thighs. Taking in the sight of you fully clothed, Cooper took a deep breath as he let his left-hand swing back your coat, now being able to see the glory underneath. The teddy lingerie you were wearing didn’t leave much to the imagination, in fact it gave Cooper the eyeful he had been dying for since day one. You caught his eye, being so adorable and shy, he knew he had to have you. Letting out a low wolf whistle, he took in the gorgeous sight in front of him. Breasts were uncovered due to the structure of the lingerie but held up just nicely due to the underwiring. A keyhole slit sat against the front of your stomach, highlighting its softened nature. Cooper though was drawn to the open slit between your legs where it would be covered, growing harder by the second knowing your cunt has been free this whole night.

“Well, you’d be right,” Cooper stated huskily, rubbing his thumb against the side of your breast. You gasped at the soft touch, shivering under his finger as the cold air of the firehouse nipped at your exposed skin. Everything in you broke, that small thin thread that had been holding you together – completely unraveled. Cooper didn’t waste another second as he leaned forth to capture your neck between his lips, greedily biting at your supple flesh. The moan that ripped from your throat caused Cooper to grow feral; Your back pushed against the lockers next to the firetruck, the cold in perfect contrast with your heated skin. Your hands tangled in Cooper’s soft hair, tugging at the root for him to move his lips upward. You could feel the heat of his bites against your neck, knowing you’d be wearing his mark for days.

Once your lips finally hit Cooper’s, everything you had been holding back on came to fruition. It was unlike anything you had experienced within a kiss. It wasn’t all lips, teeth, and spit like you were used to, it was primal yet possessive. It reminded of the first rainfall of Summer; The air slightly too thick as it crests, skies turning grey at the drop of a hat. But through all that muck and heat you feel it – the cold, crisp drops of rain against your bated skin, absorbing into you – becoming one. The smell around you amplifying the sensation; Goosebumps rising against your flesh as you cool from the inside out. Safe, you’re safe. You’re okay. You’re at peace. It wasn’t like a traditional kiss, it felt more. Cooper must’ve felt it too because his hands pushed you further against his lips, caressing your neck as the fingers of his left hand squeezed your breast lovingly.

He was a man on a mission, a man intoxicated by your touch, how you felt, and everything that encompassed you. He wanted to get drunk off you, and swim in that loving pool of your soul, and never surface again. For the last few months, he felt so unloved, unwanted, embarrassed because of how Rachel treated him. It made him feel insecure, like he wasn’t worthy of that kind of love. But that flew right out the window the second he got you in his hands, knowing that you weren’t going to leave – that you were going to be forever to him. It made you feel lightheaded the amount of passion Cooper was exuding towards you – like you were his lifeline in this cruel world. You brought your leg up around Cooper’s hip to get him further, wanting to feel the full, covered length of him Not wanting to tease you any longer, Cooper grabbed at your baren thigh and hiked it up higher, making sure to spread your pussy enough to feel the cold breeze.

“But I need to taste you first.” He finally spoke again, making you forget his earlier sentence. The thought of Cooper’s mouth on your cunt was enough to make you cry – you needed it bad; you needed him biblically. Nodding against his lips at his words, you placed one of your hands on his shoulder, wrapping your arm around him. Cooper grabbed at the plushness of your thigh, placing it gently onto the bench to your side as he maintained eye contact. Not once in his slow descent down did he ever look away – always keeping his eyes on you, watching how you shivered with delight. His thick fingers ran down your skin like he was starving – hungry for you and only you, bringing a part of his life back he thought was long gone.

As Cooper came face to face with your wet cunt, the reservations he had about going too fast slipped away – he was like a man starved, your folds were the only thing he needed to survive. Cooper’s mouth was only mere inches away from your cunt, his hot breath fanning over your soaked lips. Wasting not a single moment more, Cooper dove into your sweet cunt like a man starved, hungrily lapping at your puffy folds. You screamed out in pure bliss at the feeling, his tongue working your clit in harsh circles, using his two longest fingers to circle your entrance, never did he attempt to push them inside of you. It was only a mere distraction for the fact that he was sucking your clit as if it was a hard candy.

The harsh clash of his lips and the slight grazing of his teeth sent you into an overdrive. So many feelings were flooding through your body, as if ice water had been tossed all over you. It was a pure feeling nonetheless, something so brilliant and rough - you didn't want to give it up. You brought your hands up to rake through Cooper’s locks, yanking harshly at the root as your nails dug into his scalp. The growl he let out into your cunt was feral, yet animalistic. In this moment you both were not humans, but two animals in the jungle, fucking like the world was going to end. “God, you taste so fucking good.”

There was nothing soft or human-like about this, it was pure primal. Cooper’s tongue lapped and flicked over your clit like water, his eyes watching yours as your face turned up in pleasure, wails of pure bliss exiting your mouth. Cooper took you by surprise when he shoved three of his long, thick digits into the cavern of your wet cunt - plowing them in and out of you with wreck less abandon. You were not moaning anymore, you were fully screaming in ecstasy over the brutal fucking you were getting. “I’m here baby, no need for tears,” Tears fell down from your eyes with ease pass of his fingers over that spongy spot - spurring your orgasm on like it was nothing. “You’re safe. Fuck, you’re so beautiful. Come on princess, you can give it to me.”

It's then that your body jolted off of the lockers with a wail of pleasure, neck tightening as you tried too hard to remain in control. “That’s my good fucking girl, you’re squeezing the shit out of me.” Cooper’s brutal pace of his fingers and tongue did not let up, not until you were screaming the safe word. Just then he got a great idea; His fingers kept moving at a rapid speed but his mouth was replaced with his other hand - using them entire pad of his palm to rub your clit quicker. He had a better use for his mouth, placing it on the apex of your thigh, and clamping his teeth harshly around the skin. Not hard enough to break it but, enough to make a welt and bruise form. It was sexy, you've never seen a man like this. “You make me insane, you know that? I am fucking mad for you.” Cooper’s grunts - the sensation of pain mixed with pleasure as your orgasm never faded, instead only growing stronger. The flex of your lower belly came in tune with the vice-like grip of your cunt, your hands twisted smacked hard against the lockers behind you, eyes rolling into the back of your head. It was then, the floodgates broke.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!” You screamed out, a new sensation to your orgasm came forth, sending you into a spiral of the unknown. It felt like a bubble burst deep within you, enough to make you scream. "That’s it babydoll, just let go." Cooper huskily let out, letting his hands work in tandem with each other. The rapid movements on your clit and g-spot made you sob into the open air, your orgasm causing your entire body to be jelly-like. “That’s a good girl, you’re so perfect. You’re everything to me.” Your brain was nonexistent, all you could hear was the sloppy wet sound of your cunt being wrung out, and Cooper’s primal growls. Looking down at Cooper, you watched as the thickness of his fingers disappearing inside of your cunt, your orgasm soaking not just his hands, but his chest and stomach - eyes black as the sky above. There were so many things you wanted to say, but could not get them out - you were too far gone to speak. Cooper saw that you were twitching aimlessly, and took it as a sign to spot. Abruptly pulling his hands from your core, Cooper shoved his fingers into his mouth, sloppily sucking them clean as you watched with fervor.

You were a mess, one you knew you weren’t going to be coming back from anytime soon. It was too much – everything that you had been wanting played out, and yet still so much more needed to be said. “Coop! Why are you still here, my dude!” The young voice brought you out of your high, causing your eyes to focus back in on Cooper’s face – the front of his chest soaked with your essence. The gentle laugh emanating from the back of the firehouse made you shy away, feeling you turn in on yourself. Cooper didn’t get what was happening at first, not until the heavy bootsteps started to come towards you, making him scramble up on cracking knees. “Shit!” He let out in a whisper, the silent scream obvious as he wasted no time to grab your jacket – holding it closed on you as the footsteps haltered. “Oh hey ma-“ The young firefighter started, looking up from his phone at the same time. What he was met with, was the image of Cooper’s front pressed against you, your face heating with arousal and nerves as you buried it into Cooper’s neck, smelling a hard days work on his skin. Cooper flashed his coworker a taut smile, waving with his freehand, hoping he wouldn’t say anything. “Oh my god did you get laid?!” He yelled out, smacking the back of his phone against his hand as you erupted into a fit of laughter. You shook in Cooper’s arms as he laughed out loud as well, realizing there was no point of hiding it now. Looking up at Cooper, you watched as he slowly nodded towards his coworker, a few unruly strands of hair falling into his face.

Without missing a beat, the firefighter came over and smacked Cooper on his bare shoulders, going to his locker directly next to you and grabbing out his backpack. “Cooper, you’re my fucking hero dude!” He yelled as he ran out through the side entrance, waving off his fire chief, leaving you both alone again. The giggle fit going through the both of you made for a fun way to decompress after having the best orgasm of your life. No man had ever made you cum so hard – so precisely as well. It was like Cooper took you apart, and rebuilt you over and over; Each wave being harder than the last. Cooper took a deep breath in as he pressed his heated forehead to yours, the flush on his cheeks working its way back. “Let’s finish this at my house. Riley and Logan are staying with their mom this weekend.” You weren’t going to pass on this opportunity – especially now that you learned the names of his kids. It was a weird feeling, for both of you. Cooper never disclosed information about his kids to anyone – only those who he deemed important. He knew you were, and were going to be in his life for a while. He could already tell by the way you carried yourself - they were going to love you as much as he could.

Nodding your head against Cooper, you pecked him gently on the lips – lingering for a moment and just focusing on the feeling. “I’m down, let me pack a bag.” The snicker Cooper omitted at your sentence made you perk up, cocking an eyebrow in his direction. Running his warm fingers over your cheeks, he grasped your chin firmly, yet soft – peering down into your eyes. “Oh sweetheart, that’s cute,” he began, biting at his bottom lip. The swirls of colors in your eyes caused his to ignite, flecks of reds and golds flitting around in his irises. His lips grazed your lips as he smirked, licking at you while he continued. “You’re not going to need anything when I am done with you.” Cooper whispered sensually, causing your cunt to pulsate. A weekend without clothes, Cooper between your thighs – was the best way to ring in the fall.

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‘I want another one’ somehow happened quite fast and not even a year later – Aine was getting ready to be a big sister. Telling her didn’t quite go as Katie or you had planned…

“Baby in Mummy’s tummy!”

A deadly silence had fallen over the kitchen as your wife and you just exchanged glances, trying to figure out who had snitched, both convinced that it was not you.

“What do ya mean lovie?” Katie tried to act unknowingly but apparently forgot that Aine had gotten the sass from her.

“You need to listen better!” You could barely hold yourself up with how much you were shaking with laughter and the Irishwoman’s shocked face. “Watch ya tone, Missy!”

By now the young girl had attached herself to your leg, clawing at you for ‘uppies’ as she had once called it. When you finally caved and sat her on the kitchen counter, she was quickly joined by Cooper who nuzzled his head into her side.

“You’re right doll. There is a baby in Mummy’s tummy – you will be a big sister.” Both of you were curious about how the seven-year-old would react to the news, not even caring at this point how she had figured it out.

“Like Mama and Auntie Lauryn!” Cooper by now had enough of the excited bouncing, opting to leave and look for a pretty spot in the sun where he could nap until his small human companion would inevitably find him and smother him in pets.

“That’s right bub! What do you think of that?” Back was the tense silence, as Katie grabbed your hand, giving it a loving squeeze – this was much more terrifying than you had thought. At least you didn’t need to actually tell Aine the news, she had taken that upon herself.

The small brunette looked around the open kitchen and living space, her pigtails swishing through the air as she scooted closer to the edge of the countertop, getting her face right next to yours. Katie’s hands were ready in case she fell, which she wouldn’t but Katie would always worry. “Pssshh! Don’t tell - this was my biggest wish for Santa! And it came true!”

Your wife couldn’t help but laugh, kissing her daughter's forehead before hiding her face in the very familiar brown hair. “Well, Santa came early then, huh?” It was in the middle of November, but ever since last Christmas, the seven-year-old had started a wish list. “He did! Cause I wanted it so badly – and Mummy did too!”

This had gone over much better than you could have imagined, and for now, you were just fine with her thinking that Santa was the way her little sibling would find its way to her. “You’re right Lovie. Mummy and Mama wished for it really badly too.”

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It was no secret that Aine wanted to be just like her Mama, so her playing football should really not come as a surprise to either of you but it turns out that seeing her little girl get accepted into the Arsenal U8s team was something entirely different.

The little brunette had tried out for them, just like any other kid (no matter what haters would say), and got accepted with no problem. At their age group, it wasn’t considered as ‘Academy’ training, but rather ‘Pre academy’, with two training sessions a week and ten games across the whole season. They also weren’t separated into a girls' and boys' team just yet, so the Arsenal U8’s was a mixed team that would compete against other fixed games and also just boys teams.

With spring break coming up, Aine’s first match was also coming closer and closer. Katie had never felt so many emotions. Seeing you at six months pregnant and now well rounded while her little girl went to training after training, each time coming home with a bigger smile.

“Look at this! You’ll look just like Mama!”

Katie really couldn’t hold her tears anymore – with you holding her hand Aine admired herself in the mirror, wearing her game-day kit for the very first time.

But instead of Katie's 15 on her back, she had a 10 – for Kim Little, the best Midfielder there was and your daughter's biggest idol, much to her mama's disappointment.

“You look so grown up, Doll.” Seeing your wife this emotional, and Aine so happy gave you the rest. Now both of you were bawling your eyes out while the little brunette hopped around the house, before running back with Katie’s phone in her little hands.

“Take a picture, Mummy! For Auntie Kim!”

In the picture you were holding the grinning girl in your arms, as she proudly kissed your tummy, refusing to properly pose as she wanted to show Kim her little sibling as well.

This was the best day yet for the young gunner. After all, she was going to be a big sister, so she had to be a good example and play good football – just like the grown-ups.

“Do me a favor, my love?” Aine stood in between her mother's legs when she finally composed herself a little. “Hmmm?”

“Grow up a little slower, will ya?”

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Turns out preparing for gameday, and actually experiencing one, were completely different experiences – especially when it was a double game day.

Aine was already hopping through the house like an excited bunny when Katie made her way down the stairs to make breakfast.

The Irishwoman had kissed your forehead, gently waking you up with a mumbled “Mornin Love. Thirty minutes.” Before going downstairs. God was her morning voice attractive.

It was seven in the morning. On a Sunday. Entirely too early for a six-month pregnant you who had put a giddy child to bed, that didn’t want to sleep. But your wife was gracious, giving you thirty more minutes to wake up fully before helping her daughter bring breakfast in.

You could get used to this – a delicious meal in bed with your wife and daughter, although a little later would have been nice.

“Mummy, when do we have to go?” This was the third time Aine had asked in the last ten minutes, and every time either Katie or you had given her the answer but the small brunette couldn’t help herself – she was just too excited.

This was the fastest you had ever seen the seven-year-old get washed and dressed after breakfast. She was so fast, that she had gotten impatient with your much slower speed. Aine took it upon herself to get you dressed while you brushed your teeth while sat on the closed toilet.

“Foot please Mama!” You did as asked, picking up your legs off the floor so that your daughter could slip socks over your feet.

And with a quick zoom, she was in your bedroom again, just to return with wide, comfortable pants that you just knew that your wife chose. Instead of giving them to you, she threw them on the floor. “Step in please!” Good thing you were already wearing underwear, huh? As good as she could, Aine helped you get them up and over your bump, but not before giving it a kiss and whispering a small “Hi!”

It went like that until you were fully dressed and she pulled you to the hallway, where your wife helped you into shoes as you could barely see the ground anymore.

“Is this okay? I thought maybe I should have given her longer socks because it will be cold – but then we have a blanket so maybe you will get too hot an-“ Katie’s rambling was cut short with a passionate kiss. “It’s perfect – Thank you, my Love.”

“Let go, let go, let's go!”

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“Now you know how it feels to watch you play!” Katie was tense as she leaned against one of the beams that surrounded the football pitch.

The drive here had gone by fairly quickly as Aine made sure to tell your wife all about her teammates. You had met most of them already during practice or while picking her back up again – the small brunette would always chat with anybody who would listen until you walked over to take her home. Her chattiness definitely came from your wife – but right now there was nothing in the world that could make the Irishwoman relax.

“She’s tougher than she looks, my Love.” By now you had taken the footballer's hand, rubbing calming circles on it in a desperate attempt to calm her down.

Aine was one of four girls on the pitch – two on her team and two on the other. The rest were all boys. And while you knew that she was feistier than she looked, much more like her mother than you, the size difference between her and some of the boys was terrifying.

“Oi Ref!” Your wife’s hand shot up when an opposing boy had clumsily taken your daughter down with him in an attempt to stop her from getting even closer to their goal. “That’s a free kick! Ref!” The guy refereeing the game didn’t see the incident at first, angering Katie even further – but when he did look over the first thing that he saw, was a tiny brunette shoving a boy at least a head taller off of her.

The shrill sound of a whistle agreed with Katie, and the Arsenal U8s were indeed allowed a freekick in a very good position for them, as your daughter had been very central on the field and closing in on goal.

Katie’s grip on your hand tightened with stress – she knew what she would do in this situation. But did her seven-year-old know it as well? They spent countless dinner conversations talking about football and plenty of different techniques, with impressive input from Aine, so she had to know what she was doing, right?

And she did.

The brunette passed to one of her free strikers and started running through the masses. She was small, fast, and agile – and before the opposing team could blink, her striker passed back to her when she was standing directly in front of the goal.

“Yes! That’s my daughter!”

Katie couldn’t contain herself any longer – the ball had hit the back of the net with a surprising amount of force, their keeper jumping in the other direction, making this a perfect goal. Her first goal.

After high-fiving every player on her team your daughter sprinted over to where you stood and gave a quick kiss to your belly just like she had done earlier in the morning. “For you, baby!”

The match ended shortly after Arsenal's third goal, assisted by your daughter who once again looked at you and Katie, to see if you watched her – which you did.

One of the trainers had brought a box of mixed ice-creams and even though the young brunette wasn’t supposed to, she took three of them and quickly made her way to you and your wife.

“Don’t you wanna eat with your friends baby?”

“Nuh-uh. You are my best friends.”

Well, there go your hormones again as you couldn’t hold your tears at bay any longer. “I love you so much Aine. And you played so well.” The seven-year-old kissed your forehead much like Katie did, before ensuring that someone had recorded the game so that she could show Auntie Kim her goal.

“That was my first win for baby sister, Mommy! Now Mama needs to win tonight so it’s a perfect day!”

“Geez no pressure huh?” Everything was packed up now and the pitch was getting emptier by the minute as multiple parents made their way to their cars at the same time you did.

“Aine I have a question.”

“Yeah?”

“What if it’s a baby brother instead?”

She was now buckled into her car seat, with Katie still at her door trying to work out something that has been bothering her ever since your daughter had announced that you were pregnant again. Neither you nor Katie have been told the gender of the baby, yet the youngest family member seemed sure that it would be a girl again.

“It’s not. It’s a baby sister.”

“How do you know that?”

You tried to watch their interaction as well as you could from your passenger seat. Your Wife’s eyes were wide with curiosity, something that you saw in Aine nearly every day.

“I just do.”

“You terrify me, Kid.”

#woso x reader #woso imagine #woso #woso imagines #arsenal wfc x reader #katie mc cabe x reader #katie mccabe #katie mccabe x reader

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oo-delallymrcrow · 7 months ago

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Babysitter Part 2

A/N: I'm so happy everyone loved the first part that I got to work on the second one immediately. So here it is

T/W: 18+ no minors

Cooper flipped the lights on his nightstand to cast the bedroom in a warm glow. He dropped Aurora onto the bed, making her give out a squeal as she bounced. She huffed and moved the hair out of her face before looking up at Cooper.

“That was rude.”

He smirked, leaning down to kiss her lips.

“Sorry darlin'. Let me make it up to you,” he murmured as he placed kisses down her neck.

She mumbled an ‘ok’ as he pulled her shirt out of her skirt and unbuttoned it. With every button, Cooper followed the path with his lips. Light kisses pressed to her chest and the top of breasts. She ran her hand to tangle into his hair. He lightly pushed her back to continue unbuttoning her shirt. He kissed her tummy finally stopping when he got to the skirt.

She sat up and threw her shirt somewhere into the room, the bra following soon after. His jaw tightened at the sight before him and he couldn't resist taking her breasts in his hands. She gasped and let out a strangled moan as he took her nipples and pinched them before taking one into his mouth.

“Fuck Cooper,” she threw her head back as he sucked and played with them. He smiled and pulled away to nip at it and moved to the other one, repeating what he just did. She pushed her hips up with a whine making him chuckle and pulled away.

“What do you want darlin’?”

“I want you,” she whined out as she pulled at his t-shirt. He pulled it off to let her run her hands down his body.

“Ask nicely and I’ll help you out sweetheart.”

She bites her lip before looking up at him with an innocent look but Cooper can see the fire behind her eyes.

“Please sir. I want you to fuck me and make me yours,” she moaned out as he pulled the zipper on the side of her skirt, almost tearing it with how rough he was pulling.

“Good fucking girl,” he growled as she lifted her hips to help him pull it off. “See I told you I'll teach you a few manners.”

She moaned and nodded her head. He smiled as ran his hands up her thighs and felt her thighs twitch. He snapped the band of her panties.

“Can I take these off of you sweetheart?”

“Yes sir.”

He slowly pulled them down her legs. He moaned at the beautiful sight before him. She smiled as he kissed up her thigh toward her pussy. She spread her legs for him as he settled her legs over his shoulders.

“You have such a pretty pussy sweetheart.”

“Thank you si-” she cried out as he licked up her slit. Circling her clit with a moan that made Y/N arch up and throw her hands to his hair to tug. He hummed and sucked her clit into his mouth as he inserted a finger into her.

He slowly fingered her and just took his time with her. He wanted to make sure she was enjoying herself. He pulled off her clit to insert another finger into her and lick at her clit.

She moved her hips against his hand and brought a hand up to her breast to pinch and play with her nipple. Cooper moaned making Y/N prop herself up to see Cooper was watching her. He felt her tighten around his fingers and gasp out.

“Please Cooper. I'm so close, please let me come.”

Cooper groaned and shut his eyes as his hips pushed into the bed. If he didn't make her come first he was surely going to come just from this image alone.

He double his efforts, sucking her clit and moving his fingers faster. She threw her head back and bucked up into him. He pressed his fingers up into her spongy spot that made Y/N start to shake.

“F-fuck. Oh Cooper I'm coming. I'm coming!”

She squealed as she came around his fingers and squeezed her thighs around his face. Cooper kept up his enthusiasm as she started pushing at his head. Muttering about being sensitive and how it was too much. He relented and slowed until he pulled away. She dropped her legs to the bed as she took in shuttered breaths.

He stuck his fingers into his mouth and moaned at the taste of her. She gaped up at him as he smiled down at her. He leaned over her to place a kiss on her lips. Letting her lick into his mouth with a moan as she tasted herself on his lips.

“You taste so good sweetheart. Like ice cream on apple pie.”

She bite at his bottom lip making him growl and push his hips into her. She gasped and ran her hands down to his slacks. She pulled at them and unbuttoned them before Cooper sat up again to pull them off of him. His cock slapped up to his stomach and it made Y/N's eyes widen.

“Wow, I don't know if that will fit.”

Cooper felt his face get hot and smiled down at her before placing a hand by her head and running his cock against her wet opening.

“Don't worry darlin’. We'll make sure it fits.”

Then he pushed his cock into her. She let out a guttural groan and scrambled to wrap her arms around him; digging her fingers into his shoulders. He hissed at the feeling and with how tight she was. He pushed slowly until he was fully inside of her.

He paused as he panted and placed a hand on her cheek. He brushed a few tears that slipped out away and kissed the trail down her face. She pulled him close to her and he kissed her. They sat for a few seconds just kissing each other until she rolled her hips into him.

He pulled away with a lick to his lips, “you ready sweetheart?”

She nodded, “yes sir.”

He groaned and pulled his hips back before sinking into her again. She threw her head back with a moan and gasped out his name.

“Yeah sweetheart? It feels good, doesn't it.”

She couldn't answer him as he sped up his thrusting. He wanted to go slow and be gentle their first time together but with the way she was tightening around him, he was sure he was going to last.

“Cooper,” she moaned out and dug her nails in. Her legs wrapped around his hips and held him tighter to him.

He couldn't help the whine that came out as she tightened around him again. He ran a hand down the front of her until he brushed her clit with his fingers. She bucked her hips up and cried out as he rubbed her clit.

“Darlin’ come on my cock. Fuck I want you to come all over me. Can you do that? Can you come for me?”

She cried out a yes as he angled his hips up and slammed into her. Her legs began to shake and tighten around him before she came with a cry of his name.

Cooper moaned with her as she came around him and he thrust into her a few more times, getting sloppy with his movements before he came inside of her. He cried out her name as his thrusts slowed until he basically fell onto her.

Their hard pants echoed in the room as they calmed down. She ran her hands into his hair as nuzzled his face into her neck, placing a kiss there. She tugged his hair back until he lifted his head up to kiss him, making him hum into the kiss.

“How are you feeling sweetheart?”

She smiled and placed a hand on his cheek, “I feel amazing.”

He smiled, “I'm glad.”

He slowly pulled out of her with a small hiss with how sensitive they both were. He fell into the bed beside her and pulled her close to him. She snuggled into his side as he played with the strands of her hair.

She yawned as he chuckled and placed a kiss on the top of her head.

“Go to sleep sweetheart. I'll make you some breakfast in the morning.”

She smiled as he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

#cooper howard x you #cooper howard #cooper howard x reader #fallout #smut #cooper howard eats pussy like dessert

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beeslibrarycorner · 7 months ago

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Hiii!! I see ur taking request for cooper Lmaoo I love Coop too!! Could you maybe write what cooper is like after reader and him have their first baby (a girl preferably) and maybe a few months after!! Thank youuuu, I’d prefer prewar but if you wanna do headcannon style you can do prewar cooper and a world where ghouls can yk have little ones, all up to you!!

* Coop stays in the delivery room with you, he doesn’t care if that’s not what men of the time did. He wants to be in there to support you during this huge milestone.

* He sits right next to you and he doesn’t move, even when the doctors and nurses insist that the husband should not be in the room. He doesn’t budge.

* When the contractions start to get real bad he holds your hand talks you through them. He doesn’t care if it hurts with the way you’re squeezing his hand, he knows that’s this is his only purpose right now.

* When you do finally give birth, Cooper allows himself to breathe, your safe and the baby is safe too.

* Cooper is over the moon to find out that the baby is a girl. The doctors kept making comments about getting a son next time to cooper, he was not amused.

* When you finally get home from the hospital he’s there wherever you need him. He helps you with the healing process however he can.

* When the baby wakes up at night he’s there before you, he insists that you need the sleep.

* Cooper compared the first month of having his daughter home to being in the military (in a good way) he had time shifts to check in between his two special girls.

* Watching all the milestones is magical to him. Listening to her laugh and watching her sit up for the first time makes him so proud.

* Tummy time was not just a thing your daughter did. Cooper also participated during tummy time and he would play with the little blocks in front of your daughter.

* Cooper got a kick out of watching his daughter crawl around. Other parents would joke that once she learned to walk it would be the end of both your worlds. (Coop is not amused)

* Speaking of other parents, they kept making comments about how it’s a women’s job to care for the baby and it drives cooper up a wall. He’s always polite when he responds but he hates when people talk to him like he shouldn’t be in his daughter’s life as much as he is.

* When your daughter takes her first steps, cooper feels his heart stop beating for a second. The two of you are on the couch together while your daughter was crawling towards the coffee table. The two of you looked away from her for one second and when you both looked back she was standing with no support and waddling towards you.

* Cooper can’t wait to watch you grow up. He can’t wait to experience all the milestones and be the biggest support.

#cooper howard x reader #cooper howard x you #the ghoul x reader #the ghoul x you #fallout

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jojo-schmo · 3 months ago

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How did you come up with roleswap Elfilis' design? It's really cool!

Hi! Thank you so much! :D I'd love to share my thought process! Gather round the armchair by the fireplace, friends! It's story time!

I've said before that the Forgotten Land Roleswap started off as a doodle that swapped Dedede and Bandana Dee's roles as Player 2 and the Brainwashed Beast. But when I realized how fun that one little change was, how about EVEN MORE changes? That's how my one-time doodle turned into the full AU story. I swapped Meta Knight and Kirby, Clawroline and Leongar, and Sillydillo and Gorimondo- and because the story is so Waddle-Dee centric, I promoted Dedede to "Player 1" since the stakes would be higher for him as their King.

So now I had a story that had a lot of opposite traits to canon and I wanted to explore that further! When it came to the matter of Elfilin, I thought he would probably behave too similarly towards Dedede and Meta as he did to Kirby and Bandee. He'd be friendly and trusting, communicative, optimistic, knowledgeable, and cooperative. So how about providing them a travel companion who is defensive, has trouble communicating, a little wild, uninformed about themselves and the world around them, and has a bit of a temper?

But working with all these opposite traits didn't feel in-character for Elfilin anymore. So my natural next step was to swap Elfilin with Elfilis and make a new version of the Forgotten Land's lost little pup!

Enough yapping about the context behind my decisions, tho. How'd I come up with Roleswap Elfilis' design?

I see you out there, Fecto Forgo fans. Maybe somebody out there's thought, "Roleswap Elfilis does not look like them! Why not? That's what the other 50% of the Ultimate Life Form looks like! I demand justice for the angry glowing rat fetus!"

Maybe nobody has ever thought this. But I wonder sometimes lol

Your feelings are valid, friends. Please lemme explain my reasonings.

This fella, to me, is the abandoned wet specimen left to float in a jar for who-knows-how-long after a forcible physical and mental separation via spatial teleportation shenanigans. And I think part of their appearance is due to their role as the trapped and forgotten half.

The role of the half that got away fully formed his own body and inherited some traits from the complete being-

For Elfilin in canon, he got ears that are proportionally huge compared to the rest of his body, blue eyes that sparkle with the light of a thousand destroyed planets, a tiny bit of pink fur for his adorable blushies, and a really long fluffy tail. Maybe becoming a being free of chaos gave him those sweet eyes like Kirby and the Waddle Dees have.

My reasoning is that whichever half ends up escaping the Lab and fully forming their own body, they would carry the major physical traits the other wouldn't inherit.

Anyway, that left Elfilis with the horns, colorful and expressive eyes, whiskers, beige chest fluff, opposable thumbs, and pink tummy fur.

Elfilin gets the long tail in the bodily divorce so Elfilis has a short stubby little cotton tail like a bunny. Like if he ended up with just the very tip of the Ultimate Life Form's tail.

Behold this diagram above I came up with two years ago! Disclaimer: the canon Elfilin is the one in the chart. And I draw him a little differently these days lol. I ain't showing anyone how he ended up in the Roleswap yet tho!!!! >:0

But Roleswap Elfilis is more than just "baby version of the Ultimate Life Form..."

All the differences in the Forgotten Land Roleswap from canon stem from one event in the timeline. One change that I added to the events that were already supposed to take place. It's why the Ultimate Life Form split differently. Why the Beasts have different roles and aesthetics. Even why the portal took Bandana Dee and Kirby before Meta Knight and King Dedede.

How did that saying go again? The flap of wings somewhere can influence a bunch of huge changes somewhere else down the line...? What was the name of that theory again....? Hmm. Not important, I guess.

Anyway, the end!! You sly dog, you got me monologuing!!1! /lighthearted

#roleswap ask #Thanks for reading today's episode of Jojo's monologues HEHEHE #I really do put a lot of thought into these things and I can't help spilling whenever I'm asked!#I'm just really happy and excited about all of this building I'm doing!#And of course most of this is my own personal theory and conjecture #in no way am I saying “MY THEORIES ARE THE ONLY RIGHT ONES”#or claim that my roleswap au about the Forgotten Land game can be the only one just because I thought about it a lot #I love seeing different conclusions and interpretations in this series. especially if they're wildly different than mine #it's why the Kirby series feels so special to me. I genuinely just want to have fun and experience others' fun too :3 #roleswap scraps #elfilis #elfilin #forgotten land roleswap #headcanons #ALSO I'M SORRY ANON it's been literal months since this ask.#I'm sorry for the person that I am lol sometimes it just takes a long time for me to get these things out #I love asks and questions and cherish them! I promise <3

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otomiyaa · 1 month ago

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Day 21: Singing

Caelus x Dan Heng | Nim's Lovely Tickletober

Word Count: 600

Robin's music was blasting through the Astral Express. Dan Heng sighed and clenched the microphone in his hand.

"You really have the worst ideas," he said to Caelus who was wiggling eagerly, awaiting his singing.

"Do I? Aren't we having fun with karaoke night, guys?" Caelus asked the others. March 7th cheered, she already sang multiple songs. Even Welt had participated with a song.

Because Dan Heng was immune to the peer pressure and refused to sing, Caelus decided to saddle him with one of Robin's songs: Hope Is the Thing with Feathers. Not that it helped convince Dan Heng to sing. Quite the contrary.

"Oh come on you boring guy!" March finally scolded as she stole the microphone from Dan Heng. She loved the song too much and started to sing again.

Tonight's karaoke night really was more of a March 7th show and Astral Express Crew backup chorus kind of thing. Which was fine, and fun. Caelus smirked at Dan Heng. Yeah... No matter how much fun they were still having, he was not going to let him get away with not singing a single note tonight.

Dan Heng first didn't seem to suspect anything when Caelus followed him to his room after the karaoke party ended. It wasn't the first time Caelus would come to his room after all...

However this time his intentions were just slightly different.

"What?" Dan Heng said when the door closed behind Caelus and he just stood there with a smile on his face.

"Look. I'm fine with you being a karaoke party pooper and all. But we're not ending this day without having you sing to me first," Caelus said, approaching him slowly. Dan Heng didn't flee, but he didn't cooperate either.

"You can't make me," he said. Oh? Caelus chuckled.

"Really? Then you don't know me well enough." It was funny that Dan Heng didn't even fight back when Caelus grabbed him and manhandled him onto his bed. But the moment his fingers tickled their way under his shirt, Dan Heng immediately started to giggle and squirm.

"Don't tell me you didn't see this coming?" Caelus wondered, slowly increasing the merciless tickle attack on his lover. Dan Heng mewled and refused to answer.

"I told you I will make you sing." Caelus squeezed Dan Heng's sides and loved the sweet noises his voice made. This counted as singing.

"Nohoho! Hold up- ahaha! Caelus! This ihihisn't- ahhh!"

Noticing Dan Heng's pillow, Caelus reached out and pulled a tiny feather from it. "Hope Is the Thing with Feathers. Wasn't that your song?" he teased, and he lifted Dan Heng's shirt and tickled his tummy teasingly.

"Ahhah that ihihitches so bahahad!" Dan Heng giggled. Looked like it did more than just itch. His giggles were beautiful.

It was surprising how little resistance there was despite his uncontrollable laughter. It was as if Dan Heng accepted this tickle punishment in return for being the only one who didn't sing at Caelus' karaoke party.

"You're so sihihilly," Dan Heng laughed tiredly. Caelus simply bobbed his head while continuing the feather tickles, and he also squeezed his hipbone for some more variety in music.

"WAh! Geeeheeez!" Dan Heng howled.

Enchanted by the music of his laughter, Caelus couldn't help but lean in and steal a kiss. He then moved back and twirled the feather in front of Dan Heng's face.

"Will you sing more for me, dear?" he teased. Dan Heng shook his head.

"No," he whispered. But he did. He absolutely did.

Caelus got away with tickling and teasing hima lot that night, and he continued to enjoy that sweet melodious laughter, which had to be even better than just singing... This was real music to his ears!

#I burned my hand while cooking and I"m whining like a baby #but it didn't stop me from speedwriting this lil thang #lovelytickletober #tickletober #tickletober2024 #caeheng #honkai star rail #caelus #dan heng #tickling #tickle fic #otomiya!writes

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frudoo · 8 months ago

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Goddess — Johnny “Soap” MacTavish

Retired Johnny focuses on his art. His favorite muse? You, of course.

Warnings: Slightly smutty, very suggestive. Plus size reader (female). Body image issues mentioned. Shitty Scottish (PLEASE give me feedback, I wanna get better!!)

I’m not gonna lie y’all—I’m not too proud of this one. The idea was perfect in my head but my fingers did not want to write it </3

MDNI

A shudder escapes your pouty lips with every drag of his vaseline-coated fingers across your soft body. Johnny’s excuse was to tell you that your skin needs to be prepped before he could do anything, but that was ten minutes ago and he’s been massaging your breasts for five, now. Finally, he pulls his hands away after giving your nipples one more flick for good measure. He chuckles at the breathy whine you let out.

“So eager, bon’. Cannae even handle a bit o’ prep?” The cocky bastard teases, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose before turning around and grabbing the plaster bandages off of his desk.

This all started when you made the mistake of telling your beloved husband that you were feeling down. The demons had gotten louder the longer you stared in the mirror, and Johnny had walked in right as the first tear fell down your round cheek. He let you cry in his arms, kissing your forehead and murmuring into your ear about all of his favorite parts of you. Turned your tears of self-loathing into glistening proof of ecstasy with his face buried between your thighs, leaving no room for doubt about just how much he adores you. He told you his idea while you were curled into his side, slick with sweat and pleasantly fucked-out.

That’s how you ended up here: sitting on a stool in his workspace, naked and compliant (just how he likes you, he joked). The body cast, of course, was his idea of making you feel better about yourself—at least, that’s what he told you. The truth was that he’s utterly obsessed with you. The ring on your finger and the home you shared wasn’t enough for him. He wanted—needed—to be surrounded by you in any way, shape or form. No matter how many paintings or sketches or statues of you that littered the house, he wasn’t satisfied, always convincing you to sit all pretty for him so he could recreate the most beautiful work of art he could think of.

Johnny starts on your breasts, coming as no surprise to you. The plaster strips are cold and tacky against your supple skin, and it makes you grimace. He takes his time molding the pliable medium to fit you perfectly, nimble fingers working restlessly to exact the curve of your perky nipples. He hums while he works, biting his tongue between his teeth in pure concentration, dismissing the whines and annoyed sighs you let out.

“Haud yer wheesht, bon’! Willnae take long. Lass loves the attention,” he scolds, but the shit-eating grin on his face makes you huff louder.

“I still don’t understand why you’re doing this,” you purse your lips, fighting the urge to cross your arms over your torso—his new favorite canvas.

“Ah jus’ want tae show ye tha’ yer body shuid be in a museum. Ah ken ye’re bonnie, but ye dinnae, so ah’m gunna prove t’ye wha’ a goddess ye’re.” Johnny explains softly, those sparkling blue, oceanic eyes darting up to meet your impatient gaze.

Can’t really argue with that, can you? With a final sigh, you reluctantly relax your body, allowing the artist to more accurately place the plaster strips onto your lubricated skin. He rewards your cooperation with a tender kiss to your lips and a warm smile. His calloused hands smooth out the bandages over the soft rolls on your waist and tummy, making sure every single detail of your perfect form is immortalized. If you yourself can’t live forever, he’s determined to make sure people are able to admire you for centuries to come.

Once Johnny’s satisfied with the sticky mess he made on your plush body (for once, it’s actually a PG-rated mess), he steps back to admire his handiwork with a pleased hum. His eyes scan over your body in appreciation before he turns and washes his hands, drying them off with a rag. Over the course of the next thirty minutes, he tells you corny jokes to keep you distracted from the discomfort of drying plaster on your skin. Once it’s dry, he tells you to take a deep breath so he can pry off the cast—you’re secretly thankful that he spent so much time putting vaseline all over you because pulling it off was already a task.

With a gross pull of your skin and then a soft squelching noise, the artwork is off of your body. Johnny smiles giddily, happy with how perfect and detailed it turned out. He sets it carefully on his desk to let it dry more on the inside. Much to your relief, he allows you off of the stool and guides you into the washroom where he runs you a nice bath. He insists on cleaning your body, gushing about how beautiful and perfect you are for him—and then he fingers you silly as a reward, making sure the bathwater is deliciously murky before draining it. He dries you off with tender hands, pressing doting kisses all over your face just because he can. And once he’s got you in bed, all sleepy and warm, he climbs in beside you and whispers into your ear:

“Gunna make a cast o’ yer gorgeous cunt next, aye?”

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buckyalpine · 2 years ago

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Ok so I have a request, but bear with me because I can’t find the prompt list I had seen about it 😩

Basically it was about how in real life, things happen or go wrong during sex that make it more silly. There was a whole list of things that might happen, but I can only remember two of them. One was like someone being too ticklish and the other was body parts making weird noises. Hopefully you at least get the picture with those two examples 😂

I love the idea of sex being fun and silly sometimes and thought it would be really sweet with Bucky :)

18+ This is so cute. I love all of this so much. Awkward sex positions. Queefs.

Bucky giggled.

Giggled.

You looked up at him with curious eyes, a devilish little smile flashed across your face as you went back for the same spot. Your lips nipped and teased his neck where he was most sensitive, making him squirm and wriggle under you.

"It tickles!!" He tucked his chin against his chest, his face flushed from smiling while you straddled him with an amused look on your face.

"I didn't know super soldiers were so ticklish" You grinned, poking his side, making him yelp. He grabbed you and flipped you over, trapping you under him.

"Mhm, and what about you baby" You squealed at the feeling of his beard rubbing in the crook of your neck, desperately trying to wiggle away from him while he held you down, laughing and nuzzling his face into your more. "Do I get to feel all of you now sweet girl"

He pulled away, resting his forehead on yours, his hard length pressed against your tummy, precum making a mess on your skin. You moaned softly, nodding and spreading your legs for him.

"Ow" Your face scrunched slightly, as he spread your legs a little further, your body not as warmed up and flexible as since it was still earlier in the day.

"Sorry sweets, you okay?" You hummed as he pulled your legs to wrap around his waist, pushing his cock into you slowly. "You feel perfect angel" He started off slow, feeling your body with his hands, smiling against your skin each time you clung onto him harder.

"Faster baby" You moaned, pulling him down to kiss his sweet lips, your arms draped around his shoulders. He pounded you against the mattress, his cock slamming in and out of you, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in.

"Come here baby" He pulled out of you, yanking you and bending you over the bed, stuffing his cock right back in you to fuck you from behind.

How you hated the switch from missionary to doggy.

You adored how Bucky could hit your exact spot, except it usually also came with him literally fucking air into you in the process. You blinked, groaning at the way your body just refused to cooperate while with each thrust, the sound that kept escaping your pussy wasn’t something that could be hidden.

Bucky giggled.

With each thrust, he couldn’t help but snicker at the sound while admiring the soft flesh of your ass jiggle each time he pulled your hips back.

"Did you just laugh?!" You couldn't help but laugh yourself, your boyfriend trying to hold in his little giggles while giving you gentle thrusts.

"Can't help it baby" He shrugged, massaging your thighs, his mind now wandering to something else he had wanted to try for a while. "Can-can I fuck you against the wall?"

You blinked back him while he bit his lip, hoping you'd say yes. He was still learning about things he enjoyed during sex and you were the safest most loving person he had ever been with.

"Don't drop me Barnes" You nodded, standing up and padding over to a wall that wasn't near anything so you wouldn't knock anything over.

"I won't drop you" Bucky scoffed, you weighed nothing to him. It wasn't until you were in his arms did he realize it wasn't weight that was an issue and that there was an art to fucking one against the wall.

"How-how do i-" He grunted, lifting you with both arms, when realizing he wasn’t skilled enough just yet to put his dick in you without using his hand. He tried for a second, awkwardly rubbing his tip against your pussy while you held onto him for dear life, unable to understand how anyone enjoyed this position when it took so much effort.

“Is it in yet?”

“I would know if it was in Bucky”

“Damn right you would” Cocky bastard.

“Will you stop priding yourself in your dick size for a second and just use your hand to stick it in”

“Greedy now aren’t we”

“Barnes, just use your hand to put it in and fuck me”

Bucky snorted, managing to shift you so he held you up with his metal arm, lining his cock up with your entrance. He pushed into you, both of you gasping at the feeling as he filled you, both hands now gripping onto your ass and thighs.

Once he got into the rhythm, he couldn't help but lose himself, loving the way you moaned and fluttered around him, the soft thumps against the wall only spurring him on more. Now you understood why people loved this position.

"I'm gona-f-fuck I'm gonna cum" He moaned, his cock throbbing, fucking you faster, sweat beading at his forehead.

"Hold it, fuck keep going Bucky! Don’t stop-" You whined but it was too late, fuck you felt too good.

It was like a cum now button as soon as you told him don’t stop, keep going, his balls tightened against his body, cum bursting out of his cock, spilling his load into you.

"I-HNggg-FucK I’m cumming” He moaned, stilling his movements, panting while still holding you up. "Sorry" He blushed, smiling shy at you while you snorted, shaking your head.

"I told you to keep going!"

"Well, why do you feel so good" He rolled your eyes, carrying you over and dropping you onto the bed, throwing your thighs over his shoulders, pressing a sloppy kiss onto your soaked clit.

"Now hold still while I make you cum pretty girl"

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f6bron · 11 months ago

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havent updated for like a month because i was too busy with uni ._. anyways, here’s some chamber and iso x soft!reader brainrot crumbs

chamber

chamber is the epitome of sweetheart, spoiling you rotten with his love and money. bouquet of flowers, cute lingeries, fancy dinners, you name it. just say the word, and chamber will make sure it will get delivered right to your doorstep.

you once scolded him for spending too much money on you, but chamber pretended he did not to listen.

“vincent, you don’t have to buy everything i set my eyes on…”

“my money is your money too, chérie.” he insisted, while kissing that cute little pout of yours away.

oh, and you get to decorate his headhunter and tour de force with stickers ! the sanrio stickers a harsh contrast of his smug and posh personality, but he didn’t pay any mind. it’s an adorable reminder for him of his beloved y/n whenever he’s deployed for a mission / away from home :3 (he even bragged about the stickers plastered on his sniper rifle and deagle to everyone at valorant, saying “my partner is such a talented designer! incroyable!”)

he would never ever let you lift a finger when it comes to housework, the maids will get the job done. all you have to do is hang out in your mini library he specially built for you, or sit on his lap whilst he’s working on with his gun prototypes in his home office.

iso

i swear to god this man LOVES taking care of you. he knows how sensitive you are and even the smallest thing could make you emotional. iso will never ever raise his voice to you, he always makes sure he speaks with a soft tone when he’s with you or around you.

he often calls you by your affectionate nicknames ! like angel, baby, bunny, sunshine (his most favourite ones) :3 he loves the way your face instantly heats up when you hear those pet names from him, forming butterflies in your tummy.

there was a momentary slip where he called you by your first name, and all hell broke loose. iso regretted it so much. the aftermath? he had to give you lots and lots of cuddles, kisses and pamper you with your favourite food to seek forgiveness from you for days.

“i’m sorry, sweetheart… you’re my one and only baby angel. do you trust me, hm?”

“mhmm…”

“that’s my baby.”

iso truly loves playing with your hair <3 the way his rough fingers glide along through your soft hair strands, the way you purr under his touch like a little kitten… iso’s lil’ kitten :3 he would help you dress up every morning, ensuring his baby all dolled up and be pretty for him. he wouldn’t want to see you get so grumpy because your hair decided to not cooperate with you :( (or else that will costs him a million of hugs and kisses to give)

#f6bron #— rumi drabbles . . .#— chamber drabbles . . .#— iso drabbles . . .#this is so self-indulgent #it’s isover #valorant chamber x reader #valorant iso x reader #vincent fabron #li zhao yu #valorant headcanons #valorant fanfiction #valorant imagines

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mommypieck · 2 years ago

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🥺 If you're okay with it, can I request soft dom!Armin with a virgin gf? With a sprinkle of size kink and and daddy kink if you can

Pretty please and thank you!!

"don't get shy on me now, baby." armin says, caressing your cheeks. he presses his lips into yours again and this time he snakes his tongue into your mouth. you moan softly and you try your best to cooperate with him. armin sets his hands on your hips and carefully presses you into the bed. he crawls over you, continuing with his kisses. you mind screams at you, you wanted this with armin for so long but you own shyness never let you.

"you okay, sweetheart?" armin breaks the kiss to ask you. you nod before muttering soft, "i want go further."

"are you sure?" armin asks worriedly, but you can see the sparkle his eyes made at your comment. you nod again before pulling him into the kiss. his hands run over your body and he stops them at your boobs to massage them. you can feel your cheeks go red at his action but you let him touch you how he pleases. he opens your blouse to reveal your bra, stopping to look at you spread out under him. he curses under his breath before attaching his lips to the top of your breast, sucking and licking the flesh. you arch your back into his touch, tugging on his hair. soon both of your clothes are on the floor and his hand settles in between your legs. he draws circles on your clit, trying not to smirk at the wet slick that envelops his fingers.

"you're so wet already." he teases you before stroking over your entrance. he slowly pushes one finger in, making you hiss.

"have you ever played with yourself while thinking about me?" he asks as he hits your sweet spot. you shyly not which makes his smile even more. he adds another finger in and he focuses them on your g spot. you moan and trash all under his touch, feeling embarrassed how close you are to release.

"gonna cum?" he smirks, "gonna cum for daddy?"

this sends you into euphoria as you cum around his fingers. you don't care about the noises you make, all you can focus on is your release.

"good girl." armin whispers, kissing your forehead. he pulls his underwear down, releasing his member. you gasp a little at his size, unsure if it's gonna fit. armin senses your scared expression but calms you down with a quiet, "don't worry, sweetheart."

he settles in between your legs before carefully pushing in. you hiss at the stretch, armin's size still too huge for your body.

"almost in." he says as he slowly bottoms out. he stays still for a few moments, letting you get used to his size, before thrusting in. his thrusts are deep and slow and you feel like you're being stretched in half. armin loves the scene under him and he knows you think he's big which makes his ego blossom.

"you look so tiny under me." he says with a smile, changing his thrusts from deep to sharp. you moan out at this sudden change of rhythm and you let him use your body.

"are you about to cum?" he questions when he feels you clenching around his cock. you nod, cumming around him for the first time. your insides twitch, sending armin over the edge too. he quickly pulls out to cum on your tummy.

"good girl. you did so good for daddy. now let's clean you up."

#aot x reader #aot smut #aot headcanons #attack on titan smut #armin arlert x you #armin arlert smut #armin arlert x reader #armin arlert x y/n

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whumpsoda · 8 months ago

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Good Boy - Malak

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cw: pet whump, really just treating a guy like a dog, dehumanization, alcohol use & noncon drinking, multiple whumpers, vampire whumpers

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“Well who might you be?”

Malak made an attempt to follow the source of the voice, but was faced with all eyes burning holes on him.

He… where was he? Malak couldn’t recall how he’d gotten into such a situation. Why boisterous chatter and laughter flowed around him, why faint music drifted from a distance, or why the soft scent of alcohol wafted through the air. The best answer he could muster up was his master having brung him along to yet another one of their large parties, the fact most likely having easily slipped his mind. And if that were to be true, then where were they?

He cringed. Malak didn’t like parties. Hated them, actually. The noise, the eyes, the fear. He no short of detested them. But, his master didn’t know that, and as much as they loved him, probably wouldn’t care. They enjoyed bringing him along just to flaunt to their friends, and occasionally he was granted with such immense, mindless bliss he could forget about the disgusting anxiousness rotting in his belly.

“Dear?”

In a puzzled daze he had accidentally crawled his way through a circle of vampires, breaking through conversation and catching all of their intimidating focus. He shrunk back as they all watched him, each with an intense gaze. What if he’d bothered them? And they’d got upset, and told his master he was being bad? He didn’t mean to be. He was just confused.

“Hm. Can’t speak?”

He could speak. Or, at the very least he could try if they so wanted. He would always do his best to please. Try he did, to answer her inquiry. “Mmm… mmmng… Ma- Maaa…”

Malak frowned, thick brows furrowing. His tongue was just too cumbersome to properly articulate his name. The weight of surrounding vampiric aura was just too overbearing for his mouth to cooperate along with his hazy brain, the feat evidently too tough for him. Frustration tugged at his head.

The group watched as he gave up any attempt to answer, before chuckling at his failure. His cheeks flushed with odd embarrassment. Odd for Malak at least, considering his master often was amused at his short comings. He should’ve been used to it.

“Aw, can’t talk, can you?” Another purred, grinning from ear to ear. He shook his head sheepishly, and the giggles only increased. Shame stinging his face, Malak hung his head low.

A different vampire piped up next, spinning him in circles to keep up. “Hey, c’mere, baby, come on over.” She called, gesturing for him to crawl his way inside the circle, and he obediently followed. One thing he could do was follow directions. Just as he was trained.

Malak carefully crept his way into the group, swaying lazily on his hands and knees. He could faintly sense the sting of eyes lingering on his skin, all of them watching with entertained fascination. He didn’t know a lot, but from the churn of his tummy he knew he didn’t like that.

“Okay, okay,” she said, stopping him right in front of herself, before lifting her fist as means of a signal. “Sit.”

Confused for a beat, he met her gaze. He could… do that. That was easy. Malak plopped his bottom back onto his ankles, seating himself into a kneeling position.

Seemingly he’d done well, earning him claps, smiles, and rounds of praise from the creatures circling him. “Good boy!” The sounds of sweet compliments fluttered and pulsed in his heart, slipping away any lingering sensations of sourness. A toothy and bright smile grew, smooshing his pudgy cheeks and showing off his gums.

The vampire then dropped her hand, leaning forward with a look of satisfaction and interest. “Now, beg, baby. Like a little doggy.” She cooed, awaiting his compliance.

Malak couldn’t help but keen toward her, called forward by her magnificent aura. It reeled him in by the second, fizzling out his thoughts like that and and leaving him an empty, beaming shell of obedience.

It was as if he couldn’t…

Couldn’t…

Think…

For however long he sat there, happily at her feet, his mind was liquidated to putty-like ooze, keeping him focused on the pleasurable sensation of praise. He wanted only and terribly to follow their commands. In the moment, he couldn’t want anything else but to listen to her every word.

Eagerly he did just as he was told, lifting his arms and crudely imitating that of a puppy. He did so as best he could, not a drop of intelligence left in his head.

Malak’s zealous behavior only earned him more applause and laughter, mixed in with the coos and sweet praises. The vampire handing him orders grabbed something off the coffee table beside her. “Here.” She held out a small cookie, of which he excitedly accepted as it was dropped right upon his outstretched tongue. “A treat.”

Without a second thought the woman beside her gripped his attention next, stealing her turn to give commands. “Alright, now lay down.” Malak swiftly obliged, flopping onto his back. “And roll over!”

Again everyone erupted in giggles and cheers as he rolled over himself, supple skin brushed by the fuzz of rug below him, receiving only more heart warming compliments that strengthened the gooey, dopey smile plastered over his lips. “Oh, splendid! Such a good boy!”

It was terribly hard for him to make out what anyone said beside orders, but from their tone of voice he just knew it had to be something savory to his ears. The excited sounds of celebration swirled his mind in heavenly circles, slipping dumb giggles from his lips.

They were happy with him! He must have been doing so good!

A couple of vampires slunk down from their seats, snaking beside him and placing a hand or two to the flesh of his plush belly. On instinct Malak melted into the carpeting below him as they rubbed magnificently mind numbing pleasure through his stomach, that seeped tenderly into the rest of his frame. Thick drool dripped as nimble, heavy fingers dipped over and under the folds of his tummy, squashing his mind to mush through the hypnotic touch, overcome with blissful sensations. He was practically panting with happiness.

Just like the dog they all saw him as.

Inferior.

How splendid! They were all so kind, he never wanted to leave! Malak could barely form a coherent thought, everything so scattered inside him, his favorite enthralled state. When he didn’t need to think, and everyone else would just do it for him. When he didn’t need to worry, because he just felt to far away to so much as know where he was.

“So you like treats, do you?”

Thick and low the words drifted through his ears, almost going unnoticed. Just as the voice had spoken, the rest of the group’s giggles and touch had ceased, leaving him unsatisfied and whining pathetically for more.

Malak shifted, eyes landing on the shining shoes of yet another vampire as he desperately searched for why everyone had stopped. She sat with poise and perfect posture, slender legs crossed. Her stare dug into the others of the group, which the brainless thrall took no notice of.

“Come.” She called to him, overpowering and concise, unlike the sweetness of the others. Still, he obeyed. Of course he would.

It was a difficult task to push his weighted limbs and body up from the floor, flesh practically stuck to the rug. He wobbled along toward the woman, arms shaking from saccharine dizziness.

“Open.” She commanded, as he kneeled below her and obliging without question. “Good boy. Try this for me, darling.”

She clutched an already open bottle of alcohol, swiping it gracefully from the table beside her. The vampire leaned forward, a grin on her face that failed to meet her eyes. A puzzle piece that wasn’t meant to fit.

Malak coughed as bitter liquid unexpectedly flooded his mouth, coating his inside and shoving it’s way down his throat before he could so much as realize. Eyes agape he did his best to swallow, only rising a juicy hack from his chest, choking as rich drink trickled to the floor.

The woman only smiled as he curled in on himself, choking. “Didn’t like that one?” Malak shook his head, thick and shaky coughs still bubbling up from his lungs. “Me neither.”

She studied the bottles beside her for a moment as he regained his sloppy, drowsy composure, breath trembling. “Let’s try this one. I bet you’ll like it this time.”

A different taste entered his lips soon enough, this time far more bearable. Enjoyable, even. Eager to please as always, Malak gulped down the drink as quick as it washed over him, careful this time to focus his brain enough not to allow himself to choke.

She brought the bottle away just long enough for him to fully swallow. “Such a cutie pie. Did you like that? Was it nice? Would you enjoy some more?” She cupped Malak’s chin firmly but gently, tipping the bottle back once again and allowing the sweet beverage to swiftly slip down his throat. It danced around the inside of his mouth, swirling about and dribbling out the corners of his lips. “You’re Addie’s thrall aren’t you? How lucky of them. I’d simply die to have a doll like you in my collection.”

He hummed as the beverage rolled down his throat, gulping down the remaining liquid. She scratched softly on the underside of his chin as he did so, fingernails dancing and eyes traveling into the back of his head.

“How does it feel to be so good? So obedient? There must not be a naughty bone in your body.”

She was so right. Malak was a good boy, such a good boy. Everyone told him so. He’d never been bad, and he never would be. He just wasn’t. He wasn’t, he wasn’t, he wasn’t. And Malak wished to be a good boy, with his whole heart. That’s all he could ever want for.

If Malak wasn’t a good boy, then what was he?

What was he worth if he wasn’t a good boy? He’d be worthless. Useless. Malak couldn’t bear to be such a failure.

He wasn’t, though. Right?

Right?

Malak whimpered feebly as anxiousness, with it’s horrible naughtiness and wretched ache, clawed it’s way back into him, attempting once again to infect and plague his consciousness. Somehow, no matter how many times his master fended it off, it always came back.

With his deep, puppy-dog eyes Malak pouted up to the vampire sitting over him, silently pleading for something to satiate his hurt.

“Something troubling you?” She scritched behind his ear as he nodded sorrowfully. “How silly. A stupid thing like you shouldn’t have any worries.” Again, he nodded in agreement.

She grinned, slightly twisted, moisture still coating his chin. “How about another treat?”

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