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He's my pookie 🩷🩷🩷
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Real slow at work today so we do be sketchin
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Whoops my hand slipped 🤷‍♀️
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Whoops my hand slipped 🤷‍♀️
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Work doodles lol
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Writing the real nitty gritty smut rn besties. We're gonna get nasty fr
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WRITING COOPER SMUT AT WORK LIVE REACTION
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Of course he had to be there, why wouldn't he? The very object of your frustration right in the very spot you came to cool off. You'd recognize that stupid busted up stetson anywhere. He was lounging back, long legs posted up on the table in front of him while his chair was tipped back. Part of you itched to swipe your foot under it and knock his chair down, taking the smug grin he was giving you with it. You turned back to the bar with a huff and ordered two fingers of whiskey from James. Typically you were a nuka cola and rum kinda girl but tonight you were here to get drunk and needed something with some bite to it, especially since you knew there was no way you were going to avoid Cooper.
Realistically you didn't really have anything to be mad about, it was the wasteland after all so of course nobodys gonna be upfront or honest so you really shouldn't have been surprised when he jilted you and skipped town with three quarters of your radaway. He at least had the decency to leave you some caps but overall your profits took a hit because of the whole debacle. Well that and your pride. But that wasn't really what you were mad about, no not at all, you were upset because you wanted him, pure and simple. It was all encompassing and ate at you every time you even thought about his weathered face and dangerous demeanor. Sure he was mean but you always liked it when men had some bite, it was more of a snark anyway.
James offering you your drink pulled you out of yourself. You took your whiskey in hand and knocked it back, willing your face to not scrunch up at the harsh feeling it left in your throat. Speaking of keeping cool, you were having an increasingly hard time ignoring the stare Cooper was burning into the back of your head. Taking a deep breath and sliding your caps onto the countertop you slowly turned in your seat. As suspected he was just staring at you, his body relaxed and languid in his chair, drink held loosely in our and and a smoke in the other while his eyes pinned you with a stare that made you feel like you were on fire. You watched him as he clicked his teeth together and tilted his head to the side, motioning you over. Again you felt anger welling up underneath your skin at his smug attitude, yet that wasn't the only thing that was itching at you.
It didn't help that he downright grinned when you stood up and wandered over to him. You chose to stand in front of him, a little to the left of his legs but enough to be directly in his line of sight, hands crossed over your chest, displaying your displeasure.
"Aw it ain't gotta be like that sweetheart. It ain't like I did nothing untoward."
He said playfully as he leaned forward and set his glass on the table.
"Yeah nothing but stealing my shit. Totally normal friendly behavior."
You retorted, cocking your hip, knocking against his crossed legs at the thigh.
"You still owe me for that by the way. Not too pleased to have been robbed, especially after giving you some of my supplies on the house."
His eyes followed the line of your body down to where your hip touched him, giving you a brazen up and down that had you barely suppressing a shiver.
He took a long drag from his cigarette before he spoke again, eyes never leaving yours.
"You and I both know that ain't what this is 'bout darlin. You're mad because I left you high and dry."
You didn't know what to say, the way he said it was so matter-o-factly, like he was making fun of you. Yet the look on his face was damn near salacious. You felt naked, uncomfortable and unbearably angry that he had the absolute gall to even say something like that. Before you could even think about raising your hand to slap him you felt pressure on the small of your back your whole body suddenly tipping forward. Just as quick as you fell, you were hauled up into Coopers lap. Some part of your brain registered that he had kicked you but the rest of it was focused on the sudden close proximity and the gloved hand that had made its way to your hip. You watched him through your lashes as he worked his cigarette in his mouth before he exhaled, leaving you in a haze that burned your nostrils.
"So how 'bout we cut the shit and you let me show you what you've been missing out on?"
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I need Cooper Howard biblically, clinically, in a way that's desperately concerning to feminism in a way that I won't be telling my therapist.
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When I get my hands on Maul Im not leaving space for jesus
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I just took a comically large gulp
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I just feel like drawing him millions of times.
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PLEASE IM LOSING IT SO BAD OVER THIS 😭
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I did in fact purchase it
There are some memories I wish to remember, and others I wish to forget entirely. This is the latter.
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The way some of u guys draw Maul makes me want to pop ur art in my mouth and chew on it like a starburst
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Today is the only day you can Reblog this
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me and the gals talking about fictional men's cocks on tumblr dot com
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GOOD LORD
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thicc-ray-of-sunshine · 2 months
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I volunteer if you need some miserable man to get some I'm your woman
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