#danny cooper

Danny Cooper

Nobody in Danny's life knew about his days before moving to Louisiana.

It was intentional in a way, to keep him from thinking about it and avoid answering questions that he certainly had no intention of answering.

He'd grown up in Utah, on a compound where he lived with his family and many others. It was a small community obsessed with faith and worship. Families were big and houses were modest. The church was open at all hours and was guaranteed to have at least one person inside, praying or begging for forgiveness.

Danny had been raised to hold his belief in god over all. Nothing was more important than the word of the holy texts or the ramblings of the community priest. He hadn't known any better than to follow the guidance of father Mitchel. No one had.

Still, there was a part of him that had doubts. That couldn't fathom how a god who was supposed to love him could condone corporal punishment or some of the others things that happened behind closed doors in that church.

Slowly, resentment built.

He didn't learn anything about the world outside the compound until he was in his late teens and about to be matched with a wife. It wasn't that he hadn't liked the girl that his parents had picked for him. She was plenty pretty, and nice enough, but there was no spark. No excitement. No love. No awareness that what was happening was wrong.

So, when he caught one of the older kids sneaking away in the dead of night with a backpack and ramblings of a world of possibilities, Danny didn't even think about it. He just went with him.

He'd grown tired of living in fear.

Of repenting the only way he knew how for every little mistake.

Tired of asking for forgiveness. Of spilling his guts every Tuesday in the stuffy confessional only for him to be punished as penance the second he walked out.

The boy he'd left with had more sense than he had, and was armed with a plan and a rusty old truck hidden in the cornfields, to Danny's surprise. The two of them had experience with farm work and traded labor for room and board, coasting from town to town until they went their separate ways.

It had been overwhelming at first.

Danny had no idea what he wanted from life or who he wanted to be. All he knew for sure, was that it was exhilarating to be free like that. To meet people who hadn't grown up in the same environment and listen to their stories. Hear their beliefs.

He'd spent years drifting, learning and un-learning, before he settled.

He stopped praying long ago. Why bother, when the sky seemed to be deaf. But Christ. Sometimes, it felt like his soul was on it's knees, begging for a way out. He wondered if, it too, had scars indented in it's skin from kneeling on grains of rice instead of the grain of a wooden pew.

Did his soul feel the welts on the back of his hands if he missed a word in a prayer? Did it experience the same fear whenever it saw a ruler?

Could his soul feel shame?

And, fuck. That was the worst of it. Wasn't it? The shame?

He'd never stop feeling guilty for sleeping in on a Sunday instead of getting up for mass or waking up next to someone without a matching gold ring in his bed.

But, it went both ways though, didn't it? His hands would always twitch to do the sign of the cross when he passed a church on his drive to work but giving in felt like admitting defeat. Like the years he'd spent trying to forget everything that came before he left had been wasted if he allowed anything to bleed through.

Despite wanting to start over, he still found himself looking for religion in every face that graced the pillow next to his. A part of him felt like he needed to fill the cavity that the church had carved out of his insides. Like he'd always feel hollow and empty without it. It made it hard to love without putting his partners on a pedestal. Hard to accept love as anything other than conditional.

But he'd found a way to offset the emptiness, even if only a little bit. Delivering meals to the seniors in the neighborhood gave him purpose. Every spark of warmth from a grateful smile and the feeling of being useful helped fill the void.

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Danny's hands were tied to one of the armrests of the couch, light marks were already forming from the tape that rubbed against his skin uncomfortably.

“What were you even thinking coming here?” Reader's voice had a angry strain to it, she knew Danny because he delivered her the boxes of monthly prepaid cathering, but once she noticed him in her house, seemingly having broken in she didn't hesitate to whack him over the head - successfully knocking him unconscious - and tying him to the couch in her living room.

“It's really not what it looks like. I promise.” He frantically tried explaining, his voice whiny. He didn't mean to break into her home, but when he was driving past and noticed her front door wide open he couldn't help but worry. All he wanted to do was check in on her, not realizing how creepy that might seem. “Look, I saw your front door open and you weren't on your porch, I was worried that-” He cut himself off as he suddenly realized how close her face was to his.

“Oh yeah?” She asked mockingly, not entirely believing him, though she never would've thought him to be particularly harmful. She let him into her house plenty of times, offering him tea or freshly baked cookies, but his actions caused her to question her trust in him.

“P-please just untie me. Let's talk about this.” His voice quivered as he felt his pants tightening, he couldn't deny that he had developed quite a fatal crush on her the moment he first saw her and now being so close to her made his body have all kinds of reactions. He was certain that his ears were already bright red with embarrassment. 

“Aw, wanna beg a little harder?” She teased, seeing his ears turn redder by the second, the tint slowly spreading onto his cheeks. “Maybe if you behave like a good boy I'll untie you.”

“A… a good boy?” All self control he had left, left the moment those words left her mouth, his dick turned hard on command and his entire face was flushed. He swallowed hard, knowing that the situation he was in was less than ideal, especially considering how she had reacted thus far. 

“Oh would you look at that?” She chuckled as she noticed the tent in his pants, seeing this as the perfect opportunity to test how far she could push the shy man. “How about a deal?”

“What deal?” He asked quickly, willing to do anything to get out of his predicament. 

She smiled wickedly. “You cum. RIght now, without my help.” She stated, watching closely as his entire body tensed. He didn't utter a single word, his brain barely able to process what she just said.

“Don't look at me like that.” She giggled at his shocked face. “You're already halfway there, look how hard you got. Pathetic.” Danny whined at the words, shutting his eyes and subconsciously thrusting his hips upwards. 

“Oh? So both praise and degradation works? You're full of surprises.” She leaned forward, her breath lingering on his neck.

“Fuck…” He whimpered loudly, feeling increasingly more sensitive, the embarrassment from feeling his orgasm approaching only made the sensations more and more intense.

“So close already?” She bit his ear gently and that was the last straw before the wave of his orgasm waved over him. He moaned loudly, hips thrusting upwards and his entire body quivering. He had never felt like this before and he hated the fact that his hands were tied to the couch. He wanted to touch himself, feeling an odd dissatisfaction from the lack of friction - but he also just wanted to cling onto her, feeling more overwhelmed than ever.

“Shh, you're fine.” Her voice was gentle as she noticed his heavy breath, her hand ruffling his long hair. 

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Danny gets into literally the healthiest of relationships, both romantic and otherwise. He’s good at communicating and finding solutions, and always seems to know what to say. There will be some conclusion to the problem if there can be. He is very emotionally intelligent. He is also very hard to anger or annoy and knows how to handle distress. Couldn’t tell you why or how he got so good at it all, just that he is. He’s weirdly put together for who he is, at least mentally. He is genuinely such a good guy to be with. If he was a sim, he’d have the “good” trait that’s the only way I know how to describe him.

He’s so empathetic and understanding. He’s so patient and he finds such joy in taking care of people. Making your day easier, being someone to lean on. Cooking meals he knows you like, brushing your hair for you, holding you so close for as long as you need. The biggest way he shows love is through care, acts of service. Please just let him even if you don’t feel deserving, because to him you are deserving of everything you could ever want. You deserve to be treated like the highest royalty, really, but he won’t go that far. He wants to be able to fix all of your problems and he knows he can’t always do that and it literally upsets him so much. Would instantly take on all of your pain if he could.

He loves watching you get ready for the day, if you’ll allow him. There is something so quiet and soft about it that he gets so lost in. He kinda always watches you, but he gets all lovey when you’re just existing, going through your usual routines. He looks over you like a puppy, trying not to get in your way, but still keep his eyes on every movement you make. He’ll sit on the edge of your bed while you choose an outfit and do your hair, happy whether you’re in conversation or not. It’s just nice.

Gets really anxious about change. He is very much in his routines and very happy with them for the most part. He’s very encouraging of change, though. At the end of the day it’s a good thing and being stuck in one place is never fun. He knows this well, and in a way he cannot stand being stagnant. He just needs a good couple of days to let it simmer and for him to stop feeling weird about it. He’ll be good eventually but he will be stressing the whole way through a big change or mix up.

Falls very hard and very fast. You’re just so god damn pretty, and the moment he finds he gets along with you, it is over. Expect as many texts as he can send without being too much. He’ll take any opportunity to be around you as possible. Not so much its overwhelming or gives himself away, of course, that is by design. He doesnt want to come on too strong. That doesnt stop him from thinking about you every second he’s not around you, though.

He is so, so silly. Got the light and whimsy simply exuding from him. He can find joy in pretty much everything. From big life moments like moving, to hearing a song he likes while he’s out, to getting to crawl into your arms after a long day. He is easy to please. It’s kinda infectious, this ability of his. It’s hard not to smile when he’s smiling, and very often he is. You can be in an objectively kinda shitty situation and he can find something in the room that’s fun, or something to talk about that’s nice. It’s easy for him.

He’s not great at making friends, nor keeping them, so he appreciates the relationships that he does have a lot. He’s not a bad friend, and he is certainly not a bad boyfriend, it’s just hard for him. He does his own thing and people aren’t always keen to it. When he snags someone nice, though, he’s gonna do everything in his power to let them know that he values them being there. Whether that be by just being there for them, or spending time, or simply sending a nice message, he will carve time out of his day for those he loves because he knows how it feels to be lonely. He wants to make sure the people in his life know they are appreciated and seen.

He stands on business when he has to, he can get totally defensive when it comes down to it. Far from afraid to stand up for someone, and this includes himself. He’s not getting into any fights, not physical at least, but he knows how he feels about things and when it’s something he truly feels is right he will not let up. He will debate for hours if it’s on behalf of someone or something he cares about, no hesitation at all.

Prefers older partners, though he rarely seeks them out. He could not tell you why, something about the difference in life experience is hot to him. The contrast between their more often stable lifestyle and his unkept indirection. He has his boyish humor and look to him, and the older girlies tend to eat it up. He likes being of use, and they can find a use for him if no one else can. He’s not exactly a milf hunter but he finds himself with people over ten years older than him on the regular and he is not complaining.

The most devoted lover, he cannot imagine being with anyone else when he’s with you. When he loves he just loves. It overflows from his body, its so easy to get him sappy wen it comes to you. He so often finds himself daydreaming about getting a place together, and waking up to you every morning, and doing every mundane thing that living requires as long as it is with you. He cant help himself, he just utterly adores you.

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I believe he is a kinky fuck, and I also strongly believe he is more on the dominant side. Again, he likes taking care of people, and for many that means giving them whatever they need when in bed. Letting them have the time of not worrying, not thinking about it. Not thinking about anything for that matter. Letting them feel good and nothing more. That also means laying back and taking whatever he is given if that’s what his partner needs. Sitting pretty beneath them and giving up all of his own control in favor of letting them have theirs. It really is more up to them than him, his preferences are more yours than anything.

Obvious one, but good god is he loud. He’s got the sweetest, prettiest sounds you ever did hear, its hard not to do whatever it takes to hear more. Big whiner, always whimpering, always groaning into your skin. Mumbling pleas and thank you’s even when he’s the one with the control. It gets so much worse when you ride him, or when he’s right on the brink of orgasm. You gotta slap a hand over this guy's mouth if you don’t want anyone else hearing.

Similarly, he’s a babbler, I wouldn’t even call it rambling or yapping, he just babbles. Stuttering, stumbling over everything he says. Shaky, through grit teeth, going on and on. It just spills from him, he can’t help it. Repeating “I love you” and “thank you” over and over. So much praise, the longer you go, the more lovey he gets about it. “Fuck- you’re gorgeous” and “You’re so good for me” until he runs out of breath. He physically cannot be quiet when he’s got his hands on you, how could he when it’s just so good? When you’re just so good?

He adores being edged and adores edging partners. The look of betrayal on his face when you back off just as he’s about to cum is delicious, and the look he gives you when you do it again is even more so. The way he whines out “No, no please. I’ll be good!” is so sweet. Sometimes he edges himself when he’s giving it to you. Stilling himself inside you not just when you’re close but when he is, ruining it for both of you, until you’re both nearly in tears. He can do it for hours, too. Even if he does become a total mess in the proccess. It wouldnt be worth it if he wasnt.

He is a sucker for sexy outfits and lingerie of any sort. Hell, just seeing you in a slightly revealing outfit will have him all over you. Short shorts, a crop top, anything that shows a little more skin than you usually would get him so worked up. If you get your clothes off and he sees lace and straps, he’s a damn puddle. Expect nonstop compliments and praise. He would adore going lingerie shopping with you, waiting outside the dressing room for a glimpse of whatever you’ve chosen. He will not be any help on choosing anythign if thats what youre looking for, unfortunately, as he thinks every single thing looks good on you.The moment you get home he’s pouncing.

Use a vibe on this man, I am begging. He is begging. He’ll eat up any toy you use on him for that matter. His brain will melt. He can take a cock ring easily, he can do with cages. A vibrator in particular, though? He will be absolutely falling to pieces for you. It is the easiest way to overstimulate him, and it will work quickly.

He cannot bring himself to call you names, or be mean to you in any way. You are precious to him, he could not imagine insulting you. Not even mentioning hurting you, or humiliating you. 

On the flip side, he will call you nickname after nickname. It gets excessive, actually. He can slip them into any bit of praise that comes out of his mouth. Angel, baby, sweet thing, honey, lovely. He really likes sunshine in particular, thats the one he springs for the most. He will come up with some cute little name to make you swoon, if none of his usuals work.

Can and will give head until he suffocates. Does not care one bit as long as he gets your hands in his hair, and your thighs around his skull. Moaning and mewling all because of his tongue. He acts as though he’s not whining just as much, he gets just as much out of it as you do, never short of drunk when he finally comes up. You’d think you were a deity the way he drops to his knees for you in an instant. 

Puts his hair up when he fucks you half the time. He doesn’t even realize that he does it. He just ends up in the heat of the moment, annoyed at the hair sticking to his face, slipping the hair tie off his wrist and sloppily pulling his hair into a half assed half-up-half-down ponytail. It is incredibly attractive, though. The way his arms look as he frantically gathers his hair, the elastic sitting between his teeth. If you ever pointed it out to him he would get so shy. He’d never thought about it, really, it’s just a thing he does. But it’s hot and he deserves to know that.