I made a place to shake out all of the writing blurbs free instead of leaving them to rot in my e-mail drafts. Fics, drabbles, nonsense musings, headcanons and whatever else falls out will go here. Side blog to @tearueful
I am here to WRITE because creativity DEMANDS it, and this is low enough energy that chronic pain can't steal it from me. Unless it has an A03 mirror link, the writing is RAW and probably full of errors. Real fuck it, we'll do it live hours.
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🔞 18+ content. I say fuck. I will write smut. The situations will be adult in nature more often than not. There will be problematic content as my favs are problematic.
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Current brain worms are focused on Homelander of The Boys with a mild Fallout invasion.
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Prompt Requests / Fandoms / Tags / Master List of Writing
I have no issues with prompts that are open ended with what characters are involved or ones that specify. Within the fandoms that have captivated my brain, I'm up for writing any relationship romantic, sexual, or platonic and x reader writings are ones I'll happily engage in.
Sending something in is no guarantee I'll write for said prompt or when I'll get to it. My mind is fickle and sometimes a prompt grabs me by the throat, or I let it simmer for a hot minute. That or I'll simply delete it if it doesn't spark joy.
I've been writing and RPing for a very long time, but only recently delved into anything canon adjacent and then writing actual fanfics for it. Thus what fandoms I'll write for are currently limited to things I've been hype fixated on or am currently fixated on. Obviously, the main one right now is Homelander. He's my poor lil meow meow, but I will happily slip back into writing OCs from my years of RP or other characters in fandoms I adore.
Fandoms I'll write for:
The Boys
Fallout, TV series
Wildstar (OCs)
World of Warcraft (OCs)
Given how long I've been writing for and what sort of dark stories I've written with friends, there's not much that I won't explore if it has an interesting concept that I can get a good story out of. Dark themes, kinky fuckery, violence, and sexual situations are all well and good. That being said, there's plenty of things that squick me out that I rather not touch but as I'm an adult I'll either delete the prompt or explain my thoughts on the prompt related to whatever character it is.
i.e., Homelander sure as shit has a lactation kink but pregnancy stuff is body horror to me. Can I write it? Possibly, it wholly depends on the prompt.
Writing
WIP List (Yes please ask about any you're interested in to motivate me 😭)
Fallout:
🔞Explosion (Lucy x Maximus)
🔞Too Sweet ( Cooper x Reader, WIP) : Chapter [1], Tag
🔞 Gash (Cooper x Reader)
🔞Take It As It Comes ( Pre-War!Cooper x Reader, WIP)
🔞Lap Cat (Pre-War Cooper x Reader)
The Boys:
Fanfics
Play with Fire (Homelander x f!reader, plus sized, WIP) : Chapter [1] [2], [3] Tag
One Up (Homelander x f!Reader) : Chapter [1] , Tag
No Bad Dogs (Homelander x Kimiko??? besties!???!?!) : Concept stage, Tag
General Drabbles:
🔞Two Player Game (Homelander x f!reader)
🔞Lonely Together (Queen Maeve x Homelander)
Pinky Promise (Ryan Butcher & Homelander🥺)
Mark You Pretty (Homelander x reader)
🔞THC Gummies (Homelander x f!reader)
Introducing the 'wife' (Homelander x Billy Butcher)
Girl Dad (Homelander & Zoe)
Rainy Day (Homelander x reader)
Mix Tape (Homelander x reader)
Plushie (Homelander x reader)
Sugar Daddy (Homelander x reader)
🔞Making a Mess (Homelander x f!reader)
🔞Blackmail, Play With Fire side fic (Homelander x f!reader, plus-sized)
The Boys FanFic / The Boys Smut
Homelander / Homelander Headcanon / Homelander x Reader / Homelander Writing / Homelander Smut
Queen Maeve / Maeve Writing / Maeve Smut / Maeve x Homelander
Kimiko / Kimiko Writing
Frenchie / Frenchie Writing
Ryan Butcher / Ryan Writing
Fallout
Fallout Fanfic / Fallout Smut
Maximus / Lucy MacLean / VaultKnight / Cooper Howard / The Ghoul / Cooper Howard x Reader / The Ghoul x Reader
That mute bitch had gotten the blast off, that's Homelander's first thought when he struggles to his feet.
The next is how silent the world is. Eerily silent. Panic washes over him, eyes blinking rapidly because his vision blurs near the edges of the room now too.
He's not blind, but his vision isn't perfect. His body is no longer perfect, it aches. Muscles are protesting for the first time in Homelander's life, making him aware at how heavy his own limbs are.
They'd done it. Burned the V1 and Compound V right out of Homelander's system. Clearly saturating him in the stuff before birth doesn't prevent the radioactive blast's purge.
Homelander gasps, hand catching on the desk as his gaze sweeps the room. There are bodies strewn about. He should be able to hear the thump of their hearts if they're alive, but he can't. All Homelander hears is the ring in his ears from the blast and distant shouting.
There's William, the mute woman, and Ryan prone on the floor.
Ryan. Homelander stumbles toward his son but stops once his eyes catch on the toppled over camera. They'd seen it all one the live broadcast.
Boots crunch as Homelander stumbles forward, making certain to give the lens a wide berth before he reaches down and- He squeezes, but the back of the camera doesn't give a satisfying crunch. Nothing happens. That strength is gone.
Homelander yanks clumsily at the chords instead, taking two or three tries to rip the plugs free before the red flashing RECORDING light fades out.
His eyes go to Ryan again, unable to hear a heartbeat. Unable to scan his internal organs for damage but then he catches the rise and fall of his son's chest. Alive, he's alive, me-
A loud groan catches in Homelander's ear. Butcher. Fear washes over him in a sudden wave and Homelander knows himself to be a coward. Feet scrambling, he backs away from Ryan with a panicked glance about the Oval Office. There's a clumsy moment where he jumps for the ceiling out of habit, but he only awkwardly drops back down.
No flight. No escape to the open sky. He reassesses, catching sight of the shattered windows behind where the Resolute Desk had once sat. That'll have to do.
In no time at all, Homelander stumbles out and squints across the Rose Garden. Now that he's in an open area, his bad eyesight makes itself all the more obvious. He needs to get out of the open, he needs to hide.
427 words | Homelander x Reader, (just riding Homelander while you try to choke him~)
Homelander's expression is too relaxed for the situation you two are in, but the gleam in his eyes is downright feral as he stares up at you. You've got your hands wrapped around his throat, fingers digging harshly into his flesh. You can feel your nails biting crescent shaped indents into his skin, but if he feels it there's no indication. You're trying to put enough pressure on his carotid arteries to stop the flow of blood to his brain. Maybe then that smug look would be wiped clean off his stupid face.
Except you both know this is futile. You're no super-abled person and he's near invulnerable. Still, that doesn't stop you from leaning down to put all of your weight behind the grip you have about his throat. You shift your palms, intent on crushing his windpipe instead in the hopes of cutting off his air directly. The movement only makes Homelander laugh right in your face as he sneers up at you.
"Is that all you got? You're pathetic. Fucking weak ass mud person. Fucking choke me, do it." There's a snarl in his voice and a madness on Homelander's face as he goads you.
He wants you to hurt him. He needs you to hurt him because Homelander deserves it. He's a monster soaked in blood. It doesn't stain your palms as you press harder against his throat, but it's there all the same. He needs you to see it, to see him.
"Choke me," Homelander snaps.
You can't, not like this but you're trying and that will have to do. Your frustration over your inability to even make him wheeze out a breath makes his cock twitch against your bare stomach. There's already a smear of pre-cum on your skin, dribbling freely as this excites him.
The look on your face is his own frustration mirrored back. You're his weakness made manifest. A shriveled, pathetic, anemic creature that's so wholly human. Disgustingly so.
Yet here you are, snarling down at him as you put all of your insignificant weight behind the attempt. He can feel what it does to you. Your fingers clench just as your cunt does around his cock. Homelander groans at the sensation, eyes rolling back in his skull before he closes them.
"Just like that, just-" The anger vanishes in an instant and he's whining under you. Hands grope for your hips, ghosting oh so gently over your skin because you're breakable. Homelander knows better than to break you.
"Just like that," Homelander whimpers as you ride him.
1K word | Homelander x OC, Stray (pet play, oral sex, Homelander get muzzled)
"Puppy," She purrs the endearment out, but there's a cruel twist to Stray's tone. Her finger curls under Homelander's chin with the nail digging in, forcing him to meet her gaze. He glares. She grins, the cheeky sort where the pink of her tongue pokes out between her teeth briefly.
"Don't be mad, you look adorable," she mocks openly, grinning all the more.
He's miffed, clearly. There's a pout on his lips and a constant tick in his cheek while he continues to glower.
Such a look from The Homelander would terrify most but the effect is dulled by his acceptance of this role and the muzzle he wears. Red leather straps about the lower sides of his face keep the muzzle in place, a cage of metal over his mouth to prevent biting. There's even a matching collar and leash set, the collar snug about his bare neck with the connected leash in Stray's hand.
Homelander also doesn't have a stitch of clothing on, his suit long discarded and forgotten on the floor. Every inch of his lean frame is exposed, poised as he is at the foot of the couch on all fours as an obedient dog should be. There's no denying the fact that he's enjoying this. His cock is almost as red as the leather he wears; engorged and bobbling between his thighs with every slight movement.
He's adorable looking, as far as Stray is concerned. There's a ruddy flush to his skin, making the still healing bite and claw marks she gifted him in an earlier fightall the brighter. What's a god to a V-ed up American Lion?
Homelander isn't used to this sort of treatment. None would ever offer up this level of disrespect. His lovers have always been so attentive or so fearful. But not this specific mangy cat.
She's neither fearful or attentive to Homelander, else he would have already gotten off by now. Previous lovers always seemed to rush that part with his lack of stamina ensuring a faster climax. Not Stray, she's been tormenting him for little over an hour now without touching his cock once.
He could make her suffer for this indignation, he could. Reach right over and crunch her throat with little effort. Watch the light die in her too-bright green eyes as she rasps her last breath. She deserves it, but the notion falls right out of his head as Stray shifts. Her bare leg slides against his cock, pulling a hiss out of Homelander. He bares his teeth.
Homelander does reach out, but the soft tut she makes stops his hand as he drops it back to the couch cushion. Annoyance flashes across his face, even as he plays along in this game she's constructed.
There's also the option of his heat vision, Homelander muses to himself. Light up those baby blues and turn them red hot. Burn her right up. No challenge to it at all. Right now, Stray is as delicate as any mere mortal. Handle with care.
Which he does as Homelander drops his cheek to her plush thigh, nuzzling the cool metal of his muzzle against her. He inhales deeply, the heady scent of her arousal making him dizzy with how it overloads his supe senses. Homelander whines keenly, eyes squeezing shut.
That gets a smile from Stray as she reaches over to ruffle his hair. She delights having him like this, really. There's something so satisfying about tormenting Homelander of all creatures.
He'd been the carrot on the stick to Stray for years, her one goal. Her enemy, even if he'd never known that until she'd forced him to see by tooth and claw. Sunk both right into him until the stench of fear filled her nostrils and his blood was on her tongue.
Her lips curl as something feral coils in her middle, eyes set on Homelander as he rests against her. He's a bastard. A monster above all other monsters, including her. He deserves this. Stray's eyes narrow as she twines the leash about her fist before giving it a sudden yank.
The collar about his throat is pulled taunt which snaps Homelander's attention up. A wordless command. She's not strong enough to actually yank him forward, not in this form but Homelander humors her all the same. He obeys, leaning into the tug of the leash as he braces arms to either side of her body.
"Let me be good for you, little calico." He purrs while dipping his head. The metal of his muzzle presses into the ample flesh of one breast, keeping Homelander from feeling any of that creamy skin against his mouth. Another frustrated huff escapes him as he presses harder, metal biting into her flesh. That gets a rumble out of Stray as she sits back.
She smirks, canines almost as sharp as his flashing.
"Can you even do that?" She purrs again while reaching up to tap fingers over the muzzle strapped to Homelander's face. It's specifically designed for people, but still with the hint of a canine's muzzle in shape. All part of the play they're putting on.
"I can fucking try, brat." Homelander spits out as he lifts his head, glaring anew.
"Okay. I want to see what you can do, asshole." She quips back.
When Homelander moves to grab her thighs, Stray clicks her tongue again. "No, bad pup. Remember, dogs don't have hands. Use your mouth properly."
The look Homelander flashes her is a heated one, pin-pricks of red briefly flaring to life in his pupils before he dips his head in compliance.
There's the cold press of the muzzle's metal against her belly before he's nosing the spread of her legs wider while crowding in between them, forcing them wider still with his shoulders. Stray sighs, letting her thighs drop open as she goes back to tangling fingers in his hair.
Metal presses harshly into her folds as Stray bites her bottom lip. It's not a bad feeling exactly, just not-
The warm, wet press of Homelander's tongue as it presses through the metal cage of his muzzle is a delightful contrast. Stray moans, fisting up his hair to urge him on.
That's encouragement enough for Homelander to press on as he continues to try and lap through the metal of his muzzle. If he presses in too harshly, pulling sudden squeaks out of Stray? Well, that's her fault for putting the fucking muzzle on him in the first place.
He's making quite the mess, as expected from a dog like him. Spit dribbling from the muzzle as Homelander's panting breath makes it all the worse. There's the smear of her own wetness and his drool between her thighs now.
The muzzle makes certain neither get exactly what they want. He doesn't get to bury his tongue into her clenching heat while Stray is discovering a new torturous form of edging.
He's not getting a proper taste, but good pups have to earn that.
Fuck, I had an ask about Homelander's sense of smell in my ask box I've been sitting on but I accidentally deleted it while cleaning out spam asks from my main account.
I HAVE FAILED YOU, ANON.
Also not dead, just tired. Next week I'm on vacation so I'm HOPING to use the downtime for recharging then writing.
Time to dump my brain. My The Boys OC is PURE SELF INDULGENCE because she's basically an alt version of Tea but what if The Boys? So you know, a cringe almost self-insert OC that evolved into her own thing in my brain. She 300% only exists to smooch Homelander but as of today and runaway story ideas, MAYBE NOT.
I've got this whole vague outline of a story in my head I've taken notes on and written a few lines and drabbles for, but she'll most likely just stick in my brain cause OC x canon isn't well received and I don't have the free time to RP her with friends like I'd like.
ANYWAY - This is LONG. So LONG.
Her name is Stray, which is super not original to anyone who knows my online aliases or the fact that the first version of my vtube character was named Stray but I like short aliases and Stray is as good a name as any for a cat-based Supe.
Her supe power is that she can shapeshift into any feline. House cat, tiger, leopard, and even prehistoric cats because I want her to lay on Homelander as a polar bear sized saber. THE VISUALS.
Like Doppelganger, Stray fluidly shifts between forms in mere moments but unlike Doppelganger, these forms are all Stray. She can't transform into a visual copy of say, your pet cat.
Like Beast Boy, her animal forms are coded to her colors. She's a calico cat (surprise, surprise) if she's a house cat. A golden tabby coated tiger if she's a tiger. Basically all coat colors try to mimic orange, brown, white to some degree. If she's a lioness, it's a richer orangy hue instead of tawny.
I'd have to pin down the exact colors and make a coat pattern chart, but basically every coat is a little off on what the default is for wild cats. Enough to make you go, 'hmm that seems odd' more than seeing a big cat in a weird spot would. The other thing that's constant is her eye color, same green eyes in all forms. So her hair color / skin color reflect her cat coat patterns and her eye color is consistent, basically.
The main perk is that her supe power scales with form. She's a house cat? Well- That house cat could theoretically blast herself through your skull like Jamie the hamster and come out fine on the other side. This scales, so you get a jaguar biting you it's no longer a 1,500 PSI bite but idfk, biting through steel beams. The bigger Stray is, the more durable and the more damage she can do. Get her big enough and she could bite through Homelander's limbs. :D
The downsides are:
Stray is a perfectly normal, squishy person when not in a feline form. Very fragile, don't let near other Supes when she's a person.
She can't stay in feline form forever. Like Doppelganger, it hurts if she keeps a form for too long but she's been trained (forced) to endure it. After 24 hours, she starts to become debilitated from the pain but can push on depending on desperation level. Regardless, she'll be pretty useless quick.
Stray can be locked out of shifting or locked in a form with a metal band around her neck/wrist/ankle. Say, iron does it because uh- It's the most stable element or something which blocks Stray's atoms from doing whatever the fuck they do to reform her into various kitty cats. Having a power lock is fun for situations.
The backstory is that around the same time of Homelander's debut, Stan Edgar wanted to have a contingency plan. I don't know the exact timeline, but I assume Victoria Neuman was adopted by Edgar around that time as his backup plan for Homelander. Stray was picked up for the same reason, except she was more a creature to get locked away and trained to hate Homelander.
Her SUPER TRAGIC backstory is that she had a normal life, save for being a supe, until she turned 18. Then Vought snatched her up with the excuse of that binding Supe Contract, so her family was none the wiser that through daughter was shipped off to a lab. Meanwhile, Stray was fed some story that her family DIED HORRIBLY because of Homelander with her hatred of him encouraged subtly. Enough to make a bitch pissy, but not rampage through the lab. (That or they kept a bitch collared a lot)
Stan Edgar gets thrown in jail and Stray gets lost in the shuffle, forgotten for the most part until her file is dug up or The Boys are tipped off about something strange over in a SUPER SECRET LAB that Butcher is apparently good at finding, given how he found The Woods in Gen V.
The Boys get a new pet cat as they assume Stray is a suped up animal, since they find her collared and unable to shift. I get to write a few cute drabbles of Stray being tormented as people coo over her as a kitty cat until someone takes her collar off. Then the idiot is hell bent on revenge, which suits Butcher just fine.
She infiltrates Vought Tower by being picked up as a stray cat (haha) by Ryan Butcher. Cue Homelander having beef with a cat who keeps stealing his son's attention. Also, that cat keeps looking at him weird. More excuses to write cute fluff with Ryan getting a pet he can cuddle but can't kill. She chills in Vought Tower with Ryan, getting rather attached to the boy because he is SUCH A SWEETIE PIE.
Stray goes to chomp Homelander's head off eventually, hunting him down like prey and wrecking his shit because I just want to write Homelander being afraid. There's something fun about having Homelander hunted by a bigger predator, something primordial and feral. c:
Ryan intervenes before Stray eats Homelander and she pisses off for a bit. Also, probably dealing with a Compound V high given how much V must be in Homelander's blood.
Something something, Homelander researches the bitch who almost ate him. Figures out her weakness and there's probably MORE DRAMA with them fucking with each other. I haven't banged out the details but these lil shits will be toxic as fuck, but since Stray is a strong supe he'll want her for his supe army. Homelander even shows Stray that her family is alive and she's all, "Well fuck. Uh, my bad bro?"
Ultimately, Stray will waver between hating Vought for what they did, having some loyalty to members of The Boys for their kindness, but loyalty to Homelander and Ryan for similar. She's not a good person so she could go for the DESTROY VOUGHT or SUPE SUPERIORITY side on a coin flip.
She's just a character I want to put in situations within The Boys universe. (Sexual situations)
I want tiger!Stray sprawled out on the floor while Ryan uses her as a living lounge chair as he does his homework.
Bickering between Homelander and Stray. Stray being a VERY FUCKING ANNOYING CAT at Homelander before he knows she's a supe.
Therapy cat for Kimiko. 🥺
Butcher being a jerk and dubbing her 'Moggy'.
Stray leaving bite and claw mark scars on Homelander. c:
Hi, I swear I'm not dead. Sorta. I'm v slow and chronically ill with an American job that sucks the soul right out of my body. I'm also sitting on I think- 16 drafts....right now? Along with letting the requests in my ask box to marinate in my brain. Mmm, brain soup.
Ohman, I've got the whole fic plotted out and outlines with bits for chapter 2 and 3 worked out. I keep poking at the draft, adding stuff here and there while tweaking it. I need to just focus, but man.
Still, that little homesteading Reader and Cooper are living rent free in my brain and every time Too Sweet comes on my shuffled music a few more lines for the fic tumble right out.
Second chapter will be a summary of these two establishing a sort of relationship and more flirting because fuck I love it. Third chapter there's a bit more action. ...Actually, third and fourth will have more action unless I merge them. Hmr.
A friend inspired this little bit based on my outline notes. Tee hee.
“You’ve got some…” You trail off, eyes fixed across the splatter of blood across Cooper’s face. Was it his own, yours, or from the attacker he gutted?
Cooper’s eyes flick up to meet yours as he pauses in cleaning your wound. He grunts, swiping the back of his own hand against the splatter. He keeps eye contact as Cooper licks the back of his hand clean of the blood.
You swallow, staring as Cooper only smiles coolly back. Yellow teeth flash in a ghastly grin.
“That go with the whole cannibal thing?” You gesture with your chin as Cooper smirks.
“Reckon it’s somethin’ like that, darlin’,” he drawls as he takes your hand between his own to clean it properly. He dabs up the welling blood with a wet cloth, fixated on patching you up instead of goading you further.
You yank your hand back, which startles him as that wound needs proper tending. In a flash, your hand is back in his face. Fresh blood wells within the slash as you twist your wrist, palm up with blood pooling.
An offering. How do you seduce a ghoul? With flesh and blood.
“Huh,” Cooper exhales, considering. He glances your way, brow ridges rising in obvious question.
You catch your bottom lip between your teeth and grin.
That's enough of an invitation. In a flash, he’s got your wrist held fast against his lips. His lips press into your palm as he sucks.
Ohman, this is an OLD draft that was a few lines I let drop out of my brain and picked at off n on. Originally it was going to be sad, de-powered and retired Homelander shopping in a grocery store internally agonizing about all he lost but instead turned into Ryan being his anchor and a distraction. I have no idea how to end it and I've just been letting it simmer in my draft pile. TBH, I could slap it up as is but I keep hoping I'll gain some inspo to turn it into something properly heart wrenching or wholesome.
Maybe with S4 and all the Homelander / Ryan interactions will kickstart my imagination for those two.
I've seen this going about and I'm using this as an excuse to take stock of all the WIP I have festering. These are straight up the placeholder titles for most of these drafts and it's obvious I'm not one for clever titles. Kinda in order on how complete they are, too.
I need motivation/ help with FOCUS, aaaaaah.
RULES: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!
First Time, Pt 2 🔞- (Lucy x Maximus)
Take It As It Comes🔞 (Pre-War!Cooper Howard x Reader)
Play With Fire, Chapter 4/5 (Homelander x Reader)
Depowered (Homelander & Ryan Butcher)
Too Sweet, Chapter 2/3/4 (Cooper Howard x Reader)
Choke me 🔞- (Homelander x Reader)
Ask prompt, Untouched 🔞 - (Maximus x Reader)
Pet Play 🔞- (Homelander x OC/Stray)
Please Don't Fear Me Darling - (Homelander x Reader)
I blame @ghoulphile for this because of her reply that I stole and this ask she got. [A03 link]
“better behave yourself now, kitten. I thought we learned what happens when you use teeth.”
🔞 1,242 words | Pre-War, Post Divorce Cooper, Sometimes a lady just wants to be a good little kitten for Mr. Howard. Sorta. (established relationship, kitten pet name OBVIOUSLY, light fingering, light oral sex)
It's a lazy sort of afternoon where the warm sunlight and humidity leaves you languid. Mellow and sluggish. Being well fucked will do that to a gal. You're sore in all the right places and utterly content to sprawl out on the couch beside Cooper.
The TV drones on, a distant buzz to your ears as you let your consciousness slip in and out. You're comfortable, settled on the couch with Cooper's thigh as a pillow and an arm flung over his lap. He's reclining back, casually puffing on a cigarette as he watches the TV. You don't know that he's watching your serene expression just as often as the screen.
His other hand relocates every now and then as Cooper smokes. First at your shoulder with his thumb idly rubbing under the sleeve of your dress. Then swooping down the curve of your side to repeat the same languid stroke at your thigh. Occasionally he'll let fingers wander to tease down the soft flesh of your thighs or give your ass a playful squeeze as you murmur and burrow closer.
You don't dip fully into sleep until Cooper starts playing with your hair, fingers combing through it while his even breathing lulls you. It's soothing, being nestled against the warmth of him while Cooper pets you. His scent envelopes you fully from where your head rests, every breath making sure your senses are full of him. The faint smell of horses, leather, stale smoke, and the woodland scent that's uniquely him. It makes you nuzzle your face against his thigh affectionately, seeking more of his scent.
You blink, time skipping ahead in an instant as you look up. There's his cigarette in the ashtray, stumped out before you glance up to catch his eyes. "There she is," He rumbles with lips turned up in a smile.
"Mhhm? Did I fall asleep? Sorry." A sigh escapes you as you rub your cheek against his lap, having scooted closer in your sleep.
"Not long. Only a few minutes, sweetheart." The hand that had been motionless on your thigh squeezes. There's a telltale twitch against your cheek.
That brings a wicked smile to your lips as you turn your head, nuzzling more insistently at the fly of his jeans. Cooper inhales sharply, palm skimming up your thigh to slide under your dress as he takes up a handful of your ass.
"Now, now. Quit your squirmin' before I make you do something about that."
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Mr. Howard." You grin, shifting to turn wide innocent eyes up to him while stretching out. Which in turn presses the swell of one ass cheek further into his palm. You sigh mid-stretch, letting your nails dig into the fabric of his jeans before easing yourself back down across the couch and his lap. As content as a cat.
"Mhm, brat." Cooper's chuckle is a low rumble in his chest that vibrates down to you. There's a moment of consideration, his fingers flexing into the fat of your backside before he smiles indulgently down at you. He shifts his free hand off the arm of the couch to press the knuckle of his pointer finger insistently between your lips.
You part your lips willingly as he twists his finger, pressing down on your tongue. You promptly clamp teeth about his knuckle with a tiny growl. Defiance flashes in your eyes as you turn your head minutely to catch his eye.
“Better behave yourself now, kitten," He tuts, a stern expression settling on his face. "I thought we learned what happens when you use teeth.” There's a certain tone creeping into Cooper's voice that sends an electric jolt of arousal through you. It's the sort of tone that unconsciously pulls compliance out of you.
He smirks as you relax your jaw and promptly curl your tongue about his finger, sucking diligently as commanded.
"There's my good girl," He croons while stroking the curve of your ass.
At the praise, your eyes roll back in pleasure before squeezing them shut, squirming eagerly against him. Cooper's palm slides silently under your panties to cup your sex. He hums his approval, middle finger tapping against slick folds.
"So eager for me, ain'tcha kitten?" Cooper rasps out as he takes you in contently sucking on his finger. He continues to tease between your legs with his other hand, middle finger pressing insistently between slick folds. The honey brown and deep forest green of his eyes darken as he watches every reaction he pulls from you.
You can only moan about the fingers in your mouth in response, fisting up as much of his jeans as you can. He slides another digit between your lips and presses harshly down on your tongue. Automatically, you swallow about his fingers while taking care not to bite out of reflex. A disgruntled sound escapes you all the same. There are better things to have your lips wrapped around.
As if to reward you for the lack of teeth, he presses his middle finger between your folds while spreading them wider with ring and index finger. That index finger teases at your entrance, ghosting over but never slipping in. You huff about his fingers, hips canting to press into his palm only for Cooper to pull back. You need more. Either Cooper needs to start rubbing at your clit or sliding fingers inside of you. Even better if he'd let you crawl atop his lap and ride him properly.
He clicks his tongue as you clamp teeth about his fingers in clear frustration, promptly moving his hand from between your legs. He gives your ass a parting pat as you glower, his fingers still pressing insistently against your tongue until you release your teeth.
"Frustrated, baby?" He croons down to you. "Want something else in your mouth?"
Pulling his fingers from your mouth with a sudden pop, Cooper wastes no time as he unbuttons his pants to free his already straining erection. In moments his cock is bobbing mere inches from your face.
Biting your bottom lip, you lean closer as one hand comes to wrap fingers around the base of his shaft. It gets his cock twitching as Cooper huffs.
"Kitten, you're gonna need to take care o' this before you get anything else. You can do that for me, can't ya?" He drops a hand to stroke over your hair, nudging your face closer.
You're all but purring in excitement. You're over eager as you pop the head of his cock into your mouth, tongue pressing against the crown to taste him. It earns you a groan out of Cooper as he drops her head back. His cock twitches between your lips as pre-cum dribbles freely against your tongue. The taste is bitter salt on your tastebuds, but it makes you moan in pleasure all the same as you lap it up. That gains you a second groan out of Cooper, fingers digging into your hair briefly. Your eyes roll up to meet his as you smirk about his cock like the wicked little creature you are.
"Mind the teeth now." He murmurs, hand sliding into your hair to guide your mouth further down his cock. "How 'bout you show me how good you can be? Earn that reward, sweetheart."
What exactly your reward will end up being is a mystery, but you're eager to earn it all the same.
