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these are all requests and will be fulfilled soon - transparently, doing polls helps me w motivation because it's a hard number of interest. idk. whatever. pls vote even if theyll all come soon. lol. yay. yayyyy
these are all requests and will be fulfilled soon - transparently, doing polls helps me w motivation because it's a hard number of interest. idk. whatever. pls vote even if theyll all come soon. lol. yay. yayyyy
get even ââ cooper madsen x girlfriend!reader ââ 18+ ; mdni ââ vaginal sex, fluffy
the shower is running, steaming up the mirror. cooper, for all his stoicism, still hums under his breath in the shower, and the low baritone fills the room. when he pulls the curtain back, towelâheartbreakinglyâwrapped tightly around his trim waist, you canât help but fixate on the droplets of water that cling to his body.Â
âwhy are you standing there, babe?â he asks, peering at you through wet eyelashes. he doesnât start when he sees you, used to surprise, maybe, or so attuned to you that your presence wasnât a shock at all.
âJust admiring the view,â you shoot back, leaning back against the bathroom counter, not taking your eyes off his body. His build is kind of a miracle. Your gaze travels from his clavicle down his chest, then to his stomach, where a trail of sparse hair leads beneath the towel.Â
Now. You wouldnât describe yourself as having a particularly high libido, nor as being abnormally needy, but thereâs just something about Cooper that makes you feel crazy. You want to climb him.Â
He chuckles, moving to stand beside you in front of the mirror, bumping your hip with his playfully. Youâre always grateful to catch glimpses of him like this in the moments between catastrophe that, due to his line of work, seem to be closing in on him more often than not.Â
You rest your head on his shoulder, turning around so that youâre facing the same direction as him, watching as he carefully shaves the stubble thatâs begun to percolate his jaw with well-practiced, fluid motions.
Once his face is smooth, he puts the razor away, and moves to leave, but instead spins around, hands moving beneath your thighs and hoisting you up onto the counter. He leans in, face close to yours, hair still damp. âIf you get to ogle me, I think itâs only fair that I get to look at you, too.â With that, he tugs your shirt over your head.Â
You let out a squeak and loop your arms around his neck. âOh, of course. Only fair,â you tease.
Cooperâs lips skim your collarbone and neck, flying over your jaw and left ear, briefly lingering on your eyelid and cheek before landing on your mouth. He fumbles with the clasp on your bra for a second before getting it and flinging it over his shoulder comically, where it lands with your shirt in front of the shower.
You push the towel from his hips, and he pulls you closer until your legs come up, too, wrapping around his waist in place of the discarded towel. You giggle into the damp skin of his shoulder, scraping gently with your teeth.Â
His fingertips dance up the delicate skin on your inner thigh, and you gasp when they move up the final few inches. Cooper is kind of infuriatingly good when it comes to this. You donât even stand a chance.Â
You shift your hips, chasing his movements.Â
He tuts, joking. âSo eager.â
âMm, shut up,â you mumble, âand fuck me.â
Never one to keep you waiting for too long, Cooper lines himself up, exacerbating just how intense your desire has become over the course of just the past few minutes. When he leans down to check in, you pout a little, and he captures your lips in a kiss before pushing in.Â
You moan into his mouth, and he echoes it, rolling his hips forward. One of his hands moves up, bracing himself against the mirror behind you and bracketing you in. You flick your tongue over the crook of his elbow, grinning when his arm gives way and he falls forward some five inches, forehead knocking into yours. Your glee is undercut, though, by the ensuing thrust, which makes your jaw drop open and your eyelids go heavy. Â
âOhâŚmmâŚâ
The hand that was braced on the mirror moves again, and then itâs spread over your lower back, keeping you in place as Cooper ramps up the speed.Â
With every roll of his hips, you see stars. Heatâreal heat, not the fake, illusory warmth that collects in your fingertips whenever you see himâbegins to pool in your lower stomach, drawing tighter.Â
âFuck, sweetheart,â he says, and swears in Frenchâor maybe Italian? Youâre no linguistâholding you closer. He smells like sweat and shampoo and you think heâll probably want another shower after this. âFuck. You close, baby?â
âMhm,â you say, closing your eyes. âJesus Christ,â comes after, when he finds a particular spot inside you and begins, for lack of a better word, exploiting it.Â
He comes before you, but barely breaks pace, stuttering for a half-second before continuing hammering into you like a man on a mission, which you suppose he is. You follow a moment later, thighs shaking as you go limp in his arms.Â
Cooper peppers kisses along your hairline, stroking up and down your bare back with his big hands.Â
Once youâve both recovered, he pulls back, a small smile tugging at his lips. âShit. Weâre dirty.âÂ
You raise an eyebrow.Â
His smile breaks wider, and his eyes light up. He pulls out, and you grimace, then laces his fingers with yours, tugging you toward the shower.Â
You laugh and follow him easily.
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hey!! i really like ur fics and iâd like to request one w jimmy darling:3 maybe smth sweet and comforting, where reader is taking care of him after he lost his hands. iâm so so sorry abt him
thank you sm !!! <3 i hope this is up to par, i haven't written for jimmy before. and im lowkey so sorry i made this kind of sad, i genuinely can't help myself. it's still cute tho
jimmy winces as you undo his bandages, arm jerking back reflexively. he returns to the original position, glancing up at you with a part sheepish, part pained half-smile. âsorry, doll.â
you just shake your head, trying your best to absolve him of any lingering shame without words. you know how difficult this has been, physically, yes, but mentally, too. jimmy hasnât had to rely on anybody like this since he was tiny. in a way, youâre glad that itâs you whoâs taking care of him. âsâfine, jimmy. hydrogen peroxide,â you warn. heâs used to pouring it over cuts behind his trailer, but you know this will be different.Â
his face goes tense when the liquid drizzles over the exposed wounds. you see his chest shudder and his lip wobble. âfuck,â he grits out.
âhurts like a bitch,â you agree, and stop the bottle. after wrapping him with clean gauze, you settle on the bed beside him, leaning into his shoulder. he still feels strong, sturdy and dependable, but thereâs an undercurrent of something you canât pinpoint.Â
his head tips forward and he stares down at the floor. âjesus christ,â he mutters. his arm moves up, and you can tell that he meant to rest his head in his hands. when he canât, his posture crumples further. âjesus christ.â
you press a kiss to his shoulder, looping your arms around his middle. you give him a squeeze. âthe world is still here,â you whisper. âthe trees and the sky and the fair. and me.âÂ
he leans into you, head knocking on top of yours. âi know, baby, darlinâ. justâŚâ he swallows hard, shifting his head so that his lips brush over your forehead. you know it must be killing him not to cup your cheek in his hand, not to pull you into the bend of his elbow. his arms hang limply between his thighs. âyouâre right. thereâs no need toâŚcatastrophize. thatâs what my maââ
he quiets again. swallows. âtrees and the sun and the sky. and you.â
nodding, you hide in the curve of his neck. âand me.â he smells like he always does, which is a comfort. heâs the same. he hasnât changed. even if everything around you is different.Â
âand you,â he repeats with a thin breath. âand you.â
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