okay the daddy thing you said just HNNNNG the way you would never live down the time you accidentally call him daddy. Or him making you repeat after him "Thank you daddy. See darling? Sounds like music don't it?"
shsisidjsjjsjjdffhdhsjjsd he’s taken aback at first bc using daddy non-sexually is a v normal thing in rural communities so when you accidentally whine it when he’s balls deep inside - and he almost cums then and there? well.
you’re so so sorry and embarrassed and vow to never use it again (much to his disappointment). and that just won’t do. cooper is nothing if not determined so he starts slipping it in to casual conversation.
gets you used to how it sounds, enjoying how flustered it gets you - glassy eyes far away as your mind wanders back to the time you moaned it while creaming around his cock.
then he works you up to calling him it, innocently at first. maybe a teasing, “c’mon now. say thank you, daddy,” when you ask him to hand you something and he keeps it out of reach before you do.
you catch on and when you do, oh he’s in for a treat.
you wait until he’s surrounded by friends, coworkers. saunter over and grab his attention with a gentle hand to the arm. when he looks at you, tucking an arm around you, you smile; a soft pretty little thing with a secret tucked in the corners. bat your eyes and meet his gaze from beneath your lashes.
his attention riveted to the ruby of your lips when you say coquettishly, “hey daddy, they need you in your trailer. something about running through new lines, i think?”
his jaw tics, muscles bunching and clenching as his fingers press into the base of your spine, his bicep tensing around your shoulders. he tilts his body towards you, uses your skirt to hide the twitch of his cock from prying eyes.
“ah, well, can’t keep ‘em waiting then, can i? i’ll catch up with you later, gentlemen.”
you’ve barely stepped through the door before he’s shoving you against the table, his hands two hot brands on your hips and his mouth greedy against yours. traces his tongue along the inner seam of your lips, licks over the back of your teeth before drawing back with a low groan.
his thumb wicks away a smear of lipstick, his eyes, hooded and dark, devouring. “now, that wasn’t very nice was it, sweetheart?”
“i’m awful sorry.” you hum, arms hooking over his shoulders. your fingers twirl around the short hairs at his nape, his frame shuddering against you. “what can i do to make it up to you… daddy?”
“fuck,” he groans, kisses a path down the slope of your neck and scrapes his teeth along your fluttering pulse point, “open up those thighs and keep calling me that.”
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can you draw Tony and Stephen dress as Santa? :3
Woah how long has this been in my inbox? Sry for the late reply i never check my inboxes but hopefully this shall make up for it!😅 enjoy!
Also bonus mini comic cos i had a brainwave while drawing this at 3 am last night
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