HolyFruitSnax

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Fluff 💕

Smut 🌶️

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Regular Ol' fic, or I don't know how to tag it 👌

Cooper Howard/The Ghoul

Multi Part

For Old Time's Sake: Pt1, Pt2 🌶️👌💔💕

walk The Line: Pt1, Pt2

One Shots

Us Cowpokes, We Take It As It Comes 🌶️

I Don't Want To See Tomorrow 💕

Uranium Fever 💕👌

Lee Russell

One Shots

Meow 🌶️

Good Company 💔🌶️

You Came To The Beach For This? 👌🌶️

I Tussled With Lee Russell 🌶️

Baby Billy Freeman

Multi Part

Legacy 💔💕🌶️

One Shots

Say A Little Prayer 🌶️💕

Experience 🌶️

Seven Rings 🌶️

Million Dollar Baby 💕

Putting Green 🌶️

You CAN Teach An Old Dog New Tricks 🌶️

Boyd Crowder

One Shots

The Way To A Mans Heart 👌💕

My Girl 🌶️

Wade Felton

Multi Part

Best Worst First Date(s) 👌💕🌶️💔

One shots

Grill Daddy 👌(🌶️?)

We're just friends! 💕👌

Old Friends 🌶️👌

Authors Note: Guess who’s bacckkkkk(ish). Had a story idea after starting season 2 of fallout. The yearning for this decrepit, radiation riddled, 250 year old man is astounding. I am one of those at fault. Anyways, I plan to add more, I hope you enjoy! :) -Snax

Warnings: Mild swearing, other than that none for now! Not proof read (Sorry!)

Pairing: The Ghoul x ExVaultie!Reader

The first lie I’d ever heard was that the Vault was built to save me, protect me.It took seventeen years, six months, and a hundred and twelve “routine evaluations” to teach me the truth—that the Vault was a cage, and I was the experiment. By the time the Overseer smiled and told me that I was “ready for reclamation,” I’d already known how pain could be measured, how fear could be charted, and how survival could be graded on a curve. I learned how long a body could go without sleep before it started telling secrets, and how easily hope could be weaponized. When the Vault door finally opened, it wasn’t freedom that greeted me, nor the promise of a real life, but radiation-soaked wind and a world just as cruel as the one I’d left behind.

That was years ago now, the empty promise lead me here, stalking after a criminal and his gang, hell bent on “reconstructing” the wasteland in their own fucked up ways. My Client isn’t keen on this weed of a clan spreading further than they already have, too close to home I guess. A.K.A, two assholes that want to play king, only difference is one offered me money and the other is centered in the crosshairs of my scope. Laid on what’s left of the roof of a pre-war motel. I focus my aim just a few yards away towards the old motel courtyard the gang met in. Taking a few steadying breaths, I press my gun firm against my shoulder….hover my finger over the trigger.

I almost have the shot lined up when the hairs at the nape of my neck rise. My Target shouts off to the side, waving his pistol at someone I can’t see. I attempt to steady myself again, deep breath in…2…3…and out. Easy money. Except a faint jingle sounds from the alley below, the remnants of the old motel walls casting a shadow over the source. My finger tightens over the trigger of my gun, but the shot never sounds. I freeze again when the Geiger counter on my wrist ticks.

Just once.

There’s no radiation spike, no reason for it.

It isn’t a warning—It’s recognition.

Something is close. Something is wrong.

For a moment I think about retreating, letting whatever beast that’s coming swallow the group whole and tell my client the deed was done, accept a lower pay for not bring them in alive. Against my better judgement I let my finger ease off the trigger, silently scanning the shadows below. It’s back. A small rhythmic jingle following the scrape of boots against the worn dirt. Controlled. Careful. Someone else is hunting the same prey. A dark duster coat over a lean frame comes into view just a few feet below me, cowboy hat atop their head.

‘Tick’

My eyes blow wide as their head barely turns my way, an acknowledging glare pointing from under the brim of that stupid cowboy hat. Our eyes meet and I have to remind myself to replace my fear with a mirroring stare. I see you too asshole. I get a glimpse of rough, stretched skin. Ghoul. No mistaking that. He moves with the patience of something that’s been alive far too long to rush.

Rumors flick through my head whether I want them to or not. A ghoul that doesn’t rot. A ghost that walks through gunfire. Never takes a bounty alive. Wasteland stories are usually garbage, but the ones that stick around have teeth. The bounty sees him before I can stop this from getting messy. “What the hell are you?” the man yells, spinning, gun raised.

The ghoul doesn’t answer. He just keeps walking.

The first shot hits him square in the chest. The ghoul stumbles, recovers, and keeps coming. Second shot. Third. None of them slow him the way they should. The bounty’s confidence drains out of him like blood down a gutter. I swear under my breath. This wasn’t the plan. I can’t take the shot—not with the ghoul in the line of fire. And I don’t like unknown variables. Vault tests taught me what happens when you ignore them.

The bounty bolts for the motel rooms, firing wildly behind him. The ghoul breaks into a run, coat flaring, inhumanly fast. I’m moving before I finish thinking—sliding off the roof, hitting the ground hard, rolling behind a rusted car as bullets chew the air where my head was. “Get out of my way!” the bounty screams from inside the motel. I pop up, fire once, and blow out the lock on the nearest door. The ghoul and I hit the hallway from opposite ends at the same time and freeze. Up close, he’s worse than the stories. Skin cracked and burned, eyes sharp and bright with something that hasn’t died yet. His gun is already up, aimed center mass at me.

Mine is aimed right back.

We hold like that for a heartbeat. Two predators, same target, no trust. “Y’ought to get better at that little hide and seek method you’ve got goin’ on,” he rasps, voice like gravel dragged across steel. “Spotted you from a mile away.” Is he…teasing me? My finger doesn’t move. Somewhere down the hall, the bounty is crying now. Begging. The sound crawls under my skin. The ghoul’s eyes flick past me, calculating. Mine do the same. Neither of us lowers our weapon.

“Move.” His tone flat and unforgiving as he enters my bubble. Hazel eyes stare down at me annoyed when I don’t immediately tuck my tail and head for the hills. “It’s my bounty!” I argue through gritted teeth, gun still aimed at the ghouls chest despite seeing moments ago, it won’t do much. “I said-“ The ghoul wraps an arm around my shoulders whipping me to the side. “Move.” He spoke through tight teeth and lips, letting me roll across the floor of the old motel with a thud. I suck air through my teeth, catching myself just as he ducks into the room with the bounty. My bounty.

I scramble to my feet, shoving my way through the door all too late. Two pistols fire round after round into the gang leader, blood splattering against the wall behind him. So much for injuring him and getting him back alive. He’s dead before he hits the ground, shots from the ghoul still being fired long after the man is gone. “Think you got him.” I grumbled pulling the ghouls attention my way. “Unless you just wanted to waste ammo, in that case please, don’t let me interrupt.” My gun free hand finds the curve of my hip. “You could learn a thing or two about not interrupting someone’s bounty.…and the guy wanted him alive if possible. You’ve just made that impossible.” I gesture with my gun, shifting my weight to one leg. “You said you saw me.”

The ghoul grins, reloading his pistols as he watches me gripe at him. “Did see you sweetheart, problem is- didn’t care. N’dead counts.” He shruggs simply, eyes focused on his weapon. I scoff. “Y’done with the little hissy fit shit or you got more to say?” He finally raises a brow, eyes cast aside to look my way. “You stole that bounty out from under me!” His eyes roll in response “More to say—Talk to the fella who gave it to you, guess he figured I’d have better luck.” A cocky smirk spread across the ghouls lips as we stood across from one another. His form relaxed, even now he’s in control.

“An’ just to reign you back to planet fuckin’ earth.” He growled, long legs only needing two strides to reach me. Geiger counter ticking a few times in a row. “Watch your fucking mouth. I saw you- I spared you. That ain’t no habit of mine so feel fucking grateful, most people’d been dead right then and there.” The ghoul pressed the still warm barrel of a revolver to my neck, lips drawn taught exposing his stained teeth in a snide grimace. My life preservation instinct begs me to run, cry or hide, but the wasteland has taught me better. I square my shoulders and frown back at him. “It’s dirty, what you did.” I cross my arms, turning with the ghoul as he makes his way to the door.

“It’s the name of the game sweetheart. Learn to play it better.” His back faces me, hand slipping his gun back in his holster. An unspoken truce. He slinks away back through the dark alley he’d arrived from, boots scraping back up the beaten path.

Name of the game huh?

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For the next few days I tailed said Ghoul. Staying just a few steps behind, silent and slow. He stopped, I stopped. My footsteps carefully placed in line with his. That is until he didn’t stop. He doesn’t stop from what I could gather. Sweat clung to my form, my lips stuck together, each swallow pinching at the base of my throat, and I was starving. Jealous as he chewed away at the jerky he pulled from his pack, my stomach grumbled in pain. Finally the walking stopped, the ghoul stood still. I found solitude against an old cold pillar, catching my breath despite the hot burn of it. My eyes cast downward to my dust covered boots as I listened.

A jingle.

Lifting my head as quick as I could manage, the ghoul was gone. Fuck. I let out a heavy sigh, fist smacking against the stone behind me with a soft thud. Gravel crunches beside me in the dark, a gloved hand grasping my wrist before I could react, a hoarse yelp pushing from my chest as I’m slammed against the pillar. “You done yet?” His deep voice rang out from behind me, twisting my wrist just enough to make me gasp. “Oh, you think I didn’t know?” He presses closer, gathering my wrists. “Five goddamned days.” A dry, unamused chuckle forced from his lips. “Five days having to listen to your sorry excuse of a stake out? Hearin’ your boots, each breath. Watching your dumbass duck behind cover like I’m blind?” He growled, easily pulling at something by his hip. The rough tug of rope wraps itself around my wrists in tight, angry circles. “I—“ My voice cracked as he flipped me around in a quick motion. “DON’T” His teeth bite, a gloved hand slamming against the pillar beside my head. Dust rains down. “I’ve let you have your fun, let it go cause I figured you’d get smart or get dead.” His jaw snaps taught as he stares as me, scarred face morphing in the little bits of moonlight filtering onto us.

I grin.

“Didn’t Happen.” I cough, head turning to the side. “Rumors say you’re ruthless, leave no one left behind alive. You, were supposed to be the dangerous predator that kept me from carrying on—And yet….” I face him again, head lolling from exhaustion. “Here I am.” My shoulders tug upward, tired. His scared brow lowers before I’m roughly tugged against his old leather duster. “I moved stupid. Walked in open ground, camped where I shoudn’t, took the barren route and yet you still followed. N’that tells me one of two things.” Face inches from you, irritation etched deep within the lines. “You’re real brave…or you’re real stupid.” He pushed me to walk backwards, guiding me up the old dirt road. “N’tell me sweetheart, which are you? Cause I can’t handle more stupid. Got enough of that…but that’s what I’m leaning towards.” My feet catch over small rocks as I weigh my options. “You’re suggesting I come with you?”

We both stop.

The Ghoul’s head tilts side to side, contemplating my fate. “Not my choice. You’ll follow anyways, made that clear. I can’t have you fucking up behind me and getting me caught somewhere I’d have never been on my own.“ he moves closer again. “Been holdin’ my tongue for days, lettin’ you play pretend double agent. S’now I figure we do it my way.” His head dips acknowledging the rope around my wrists. A gloved hand finds the back of my head, swiveling me around with a careless twist. “That didn’t answer my question.” My voice bites through cotton in my cheeks. “Get to steppin’” his boot taps the back of my thigh, I decide I’m in no position not to listen. So I begin to walk through the now heavy silence between us.

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The Ghoul keeps a hand on my shoulder as he steers into a chanting camp, grip firm enough to remind you not to bolt. The inhabitants wear odd armour and helmets, gathering around myself and the ghoul. “What is this.” A tall man with a gold leafed crown waves a hand in my direction. “An offering, girl for a girl.” The Ghoul exhales through his teeth, already annoyed. “She followed me,” he says flatly. “Figured maybe she could be useful to someone else.”

My body goes rigid. His fingers tighten for half a second, like he feels it. The “king” circles me, slow and appraising. “Clean enough. Alive. That’s worth something..” He looks back at the Ghoul. “I suppose it could be good…if she meet a standard.” He chuckles deep, altering back to speaking a language I can’t understand. A word cuts through the barrier like a knife.

Virginal.

The Ghoul doesn’t answer right away.

He stares past the fire, jaw set, eyes distant. I see now. This was supposed to be simple. Drop me off. Walk away lighter. Safer. Alone again. “Sounds fair?” the king presses. The Ghoul’s thumb taps once against my shoulder. Once. Impatient. The men move forward to gather me from the Ghoul, my heart racing behind my ribs. He’s really going to give me away to these fuckers? Then, I feel it—the shift. His grip loosens. I’m doomed.

“…Nah,” he mutters.

The king blinks. “No?”

He finally looks down at me. Really looks. Dirt-smudged. Tired. Still standing after everything. Still following. “She ain’t cargo,” he says, irritation creeping back into his voice, but aimed inward now. “No deal.” He sighs, pulling me back into arms length. “Fine. No deal, no vault girl.” He crosses his arms, neither backing down. Vault Girl? He steps back, putting himself between me and the tribe. “What if I offered you something too good to be true?” The Ghoul’s voice laced with curiousity. The king rubbed his chin, settling back in his throne. “The location of the last remaining New California Republic.” The words dropped thick, tense. The king froze, eyes boring into the Ghoul. “Cut the girl down.”

The tribe awoke with a new passion, tossing weaons and shields at one another. “Protective all of a sudden?” My voice cuts through the chanting, though the Ghoul doesn’t look my way. “I ain’t in the business of selling for sex dalrin’-“ A dark haired girl is tossed against the Ghoul’s side, barely conscious. My eyes follow the blue and gold of her suit in horror.

It had found me. They had found me. My breathing grew heavy as the Ghoul hoisted the girl up using her arm over his shoulder. “You gonna stand there an’ stare or help somebody out?” He grunted, waiting for me to grab her other side. I couldn’t bring myself close. Whiskey eyes track my stiff movements and wide eyes. My arm aches under its own exhaustion as I slink it around the lean girl against my better judgement.

“Stay with me Vaultie.” The Ghoul speaks quietly to the woman. “Where- where are we going?” She sputters, feet dragging against dirt. “Don’t you worry about that. Just away from here.” He grunted, shifting to take more of the weight off of me. A loud explosion rings out behind us, the warm orange glow pouring over the three of us. My head snapped to watch over my shoulder. “You really from a vault?” My voice barely a whisper to the girl beside me. Maybe she’d stolen the suit for survival, maybe the name just stuck. “Course she’s from a fucking Vault, jus’ wait till she opens her fuckin’ mouth. No more proof needed.” The Ghoul grumbled back. I swallow thick, dropping my side of the girl making her gasp. “Shit- Hey!” The Ghoul called out to me annoyed.

My mind rolled back to white walls and sick smiles. My own people, a lie. It was all a lie. My throat grew tight watching the Ghoul prop the girl against some rubble, his lips moving but nothing reaches past the ringing in my ears. “I can’t-“ my head shook “They’re not what you think.” My gaze falls blank. The Ghoul’s hands grasp my shoulders. “I don’t got time for this shit. If you’re coming with us, you’ll help.” He nodded towards the girl, his eyes scanning me for more. I nod in surrender, choking back white coats and needles as I help the Ghoul lift the girl again. “Don’t make me regret it.” His frown blends into the deep radiation burns along his cheeks.

And so we carry on.

We settled in with the New California Republic, well, two members anyways. A kind woman helping us lay the vault girl down on a makeshift bed. “She’ll be alright, I’ll start an IV drip. She’ll be better in no time!” She waved her hand dismissing the Ghoul and I as she cared for “Vaultie”. I offer a unsure smile, she seems nice enough.

I settled in next to a small fire, enjoying the warmth it had to offer as night began. Feeling the Ghouls presence before my Geiger counter had the chance to tick at me. He plops down on the other side of the fire, elbows resting on his knees, fingers drumming against his thighs. His ruined face was shadowed in the firelight, but the sharp edge in his voice made the hairs on my arms stand up.

“You’re scared of her.”

He laid it out plain. My knees gravitate towards my chest, staring into the flames quiet but alert. “You wanna tell me what you know? You from before the bombs or somethin’?” The fire crackled between us, smoke rolling up into a starless sky. My chest tightened, lips rolling tight as I shook my head. “I-I’m not scared of her.” The brittle lie slid past my lips but did nothing to deter the Ghoul.

“Bullshit.”

He calls my bluff in an instant with a snort. My arms wrap themselves around my knees. Protection. A wall. He leans forward, elbows on his knees, firelight flickering across the lines in his face. “You sit there, stiff as a board, like she’s some damn predator. You flinch when she shifts. You avoid her eyes. That’s fear. Admit it.”

His eyes give me a once over. “I don’t owe you an explanation.” Placing my chin atop my knee I stare back. He’s grotesquely beautiful. A handsome bone structure stuck behind years of radiation. Shame. Though his eyes I assume, are the same as before, a mix of brown and green with dark thick lashes. I deem that the human part of him. “You can’t even look in her direction.” He coughed, arm pulling up to wipe at his lips.

“I’m afraid alright?”

It comes out more of a grunt than anything. “I appreciate the honesty. An’ no, you don’t owe me an explanation but if you’re gonna stick with us I can’t have you stabbin’ my partner in her sleep.” A gloved hand rubs down his face. “N’Lucy, well she’s different…” a lazy shrug of his left shoulder makes me scoff. “Different doesn’t mean harmless.” Wire tightens around my throat as the words come out shakily. He growled low, a sound more frustrated than angry. “Lucy’s… yeah, she’s intense, unpredictable. But she’s not out to bite anyone. Not me. Not you. You’ll come to learn that much sweetheart. And she sure as hell isn’t the reason you’re frozen in your own dirt. There’s more to it.”

I swallowed. The fire’s warmth did nothing to thaw the cold prickling in my chest. The Ghoul’s gaze flicked to Lucy, just for a second, and I caught the faintest shift in his posture. Protective, almost. Then he turned back to me, voice rough and low.

“See, I don’t trust Vault dwellers much. Never did. Never liked ’em. Rules, experiments, their shiny little worlds…” He spat into the dirt. “I get it if that makes you uneasy. But Lucy? She’s… not them. Not the kind of fear you’re imagining.” He leaned back, eyes narrowing. “So, are you gonna sit there and let your panic make you small, or are you gonna open your eyes and see her for what she actually is?” The fire popped, sending a shower of sparks into the air.

For the first time I look at Lucy for more than a second. She’s laid out, breathing lightly as she rests. Calm. If the Ghoul had been with her this far, maybe he’s right. “Okay….” I nod looking back to the Ghoul. He nodded back, an agreement between us. The woman brought us some water just as the ghoul began to hack and cough again, offering her a tip of her hat in thanks. “Thought you didn’t have friends.” I grin taking a sip of water before passing it over to the Ghoul. “I don’t. Like I said, Lucy is my partner. We have a common cause. S’all.” He sipped from the jug, rivulets of water rolling sloppily down his jaw. “So much for being honest….Well, I’m sure she’d appreciate to know that her ‘Partner’ so touchingly came to her defense.” I couldn’t help the way my eyes rolled to the side.

He leaned forward one last time, voice quiet now, but carrying the weight of every scar he bore. “I don’t like to make it a habit of picking up strays but-“ he’s cut off by a dog barking, running up to place its head beneath his hand. “Goddamnit…” he sighed, patting the dog gently. I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face. Sure thing buddy.

“Don’t think I couldn’t have downed you in the beginning and have ridden myself of you for good. You being here?” The blank space of his brow bone raised, deep set eyes intense. “That was my doin’. My choice. And it’s still up for debate.” Silence broke out between us again. The fact is. He was right. The idea of it made my skin crawl under his gaze.

A/N: So this all started based on a little tidbit I saw today about a silly little southern rule that sparked my interest RIGHT away. Wear the hat, Ride the cowboy. (May do a ghoulish version of something like this as well) Anyways, I'm terrible but we're all here so...Enjoy....

Pairing: PreWar!Cooper Howard x Actress!Reader

Warnings: Ummmm smut! PnV, Foul language obviously, sexual themes, minor DNI!!!, 18+ Darlin', Workplace relations, Cooper Howard bro.

Dark worn boots beat a steady path against hard oak floors, every head in the saloon turning from the armed gunman to lay eyes on their hometown hero. "Cooper!" My voice cried out, throwing an outstretched arm towards the cowboy. The gunman laughed balling my hair tighter behind my head making me hiss "Cooper Howard in the flesh!" his voice rang through the silent bar. "To whom do I owe the pleasure of meeting you?...Couldn't be this little thing here could it? Hmm?" A dark brow raising as Cooper took in the bearded man. "No, no Mr. Palo...Y'see I've been after you since Amarillo....and as for the girl?" Cooper's hand stealthily moved to his hip to draw his pistol. Palo's eyes snapped to his holster, his hands releasing my head to grab his own gun. A piercing shot rang through the wooden building as people shouted and hid while Palo's body fell behind my form with a thud, a race he'd never have won.

"She's spoken for." Cooper took easy strides towards me, brows furrowed in concern as his gloved hand met my forearm to tug my body against his side. "They'll...They'll come after you next, mark my words Howard!" Palo coughed, his hand moved for his gun in his final breaths making Cooper's trigger finger pull one last time. My eyes squinted shut, arms pulling myself closer to Cooper's body with a gasp only opening again as the bar music began to play. "Is- is it over Mr. Howard?" I gazed up at Cooper with wide eyes, his own relaxed gaze staring back at me as he pulled me out of the saloon. "No darlin' I'm afraid not..." His voice low as he spoke to me, left hand pulling his glove off the other. "So he's honest when he says more of his men will come!" I breathed watching Cooper's fingers catch in his mouth, a loud whistle calling his horse, Sugarfoot. "Maybe so, I say let them come." His confidence radiating through his stark smile, turning to ready his horse for our long ride.

"Um...Mr. Howard?..." I coyly grinned tugging on the back of his blue button down. "Why yes? Miss Carlisle?" Cooper turned to meet my ask, my hand moving up to remove his hat bringing him closer. "I could've sworn, I heard you say I was spoken for in there." For once the cowboy faltered as we met face to face, his adams apple bobbed with a swallow. The humble cowboy nodded, "I guess I did." hazel eyes finding the ground for a moment. My head tilted ever so slight to close the distance between our lips, a nervous hand found the space between my shoulder blades while the other cupped my cheek. Cooper pulled away keeping me close, "Let's get a move on darlin'." His show stopping grin catching the lens once again.

"CUT! Beautiful work everybody!" The director clapped along with some of the camera crew. Cooper's head ducked in a modest bow, hand moving up to wave off the praise while I gleamed a smile placing his cowboy hat atop my head. "Thank you- oh ah thank you!" His voice carried around set as everyone mingled. "You know Cooper, I am so glad you decided to take up my offer on revamping an old project...I know everything's been a little downhill since the uh- Divorce- but, I really think this is going to be good for your career!" Our director insisted, shaking Cooper's hand. "Yeah, I'm just glad to be back at it! It's easier having a job in the city so I can stop in and see Janey after work...and ah-" Cooper's eyes drifted over to my face, a laugh rattling out of me as I spoke to one of our costume directors, cowboy hat still on my head. "Hey can I uh, can we chat later?" though it was an ask Cooper began to walk away from our rambling director after noticing me make my way towards the dressing rooms.

"And where do you think you're going?" Cooper called after me with a sly grin, fingers pointed up like a gun. I turned towards the older man, his gesture pulling a soft laugh from me "Oh, I'm sorry sheriff, I was just gonna mosey on along to my dressing room if that's alright with you?" I teased with a heavy southern accent as Cooper came closer. "Why no, It's not. See, you seem to have something of mine." His lips closed into a smug smirk giving the cowboy hat a flick. "Oh! So sorry Mr. Howard, I swear I wasn't stealing." I joked going to remove the old hat from my head, yet hands placed themselves over mine. "Now normally, I'd shoot you where you're standing." Cooper started again, finger gun pressed to my breasts, "But, for you I may have to make an exception." His body bent ever so slight, eyes boring into my own. "Mmmm and why is that?" My heart raced beneath his middle and pointer finger. "Cause it does look good on you...and I can't fault you that." Cooper winked, straightening his posture back out, fingers moving away from my chest to find my back.

"I don't suppose anyone's ever mentioned the cowboy hat rule to you? Hmm darlin'?" A dark brow lifted over Cooper's eyes while he guided me down the hall. "There's a rule for hats?" I asked with a tilt of my head making Cooper chuckle. "Mmmmhmmm. Wear the hat. Ride the cowboy." He teased, the sentence fell from his lips with a click behind his teeth. My eyes blew wide, brows knitting together as I collected his words, a hand placing itself against the door to none other than Cooper Howards dressing room. "Oh I seeeee." My lip pulled between my teeth, I turned to face Cooper again with my hands raised in surrender seeing his 'gun' back up with a mischievous grin. "Oh please Mr. Howard! It was an honest mistake really, I could make it up to you...If you had any suggestions?" I closed my eyes in feigned fear, sliding one open to watch Cooper look back and forth before capturing my raised wrists in on hand, his firm body pushing me flush against the door.

"The only thing I can think of darlin'...Is that rules are rules...and as a sheriff it'd be wrong if I went around breaking them. How would that look?" Cooper's brows lifted in innocence as the handle popped open for he and I to back inside of the secluded room. "Oh, well we wouldn't want that." I nodded watching him nudge the door shut, and in a moment he was on me again with a needy kiss. Thick fingers tugged at the buttons of my costume pulling the white blouse I wore open so his lips could ghost across the soft skin of my chest. "I'd really like it." Cooper's lips planted a trail as he spoke "If you took all this off for me." He gestured over my side with one hand, my shirt falling to the floor.

So I did just that, stripping the old western get up off my body, leaving me naked before the older man. Cooper's face dipped low to nip and suck at my skin as clothing fell from it his hands pressing on either side of my chest to push my flesh together, releasing to watch the soft bounce of my tits as he let out a satisfied groan. "Is there, anything else you'd like?" My voice soft and breathy, one hand combing back dark hair while the other palmed him through pinstriped slacks as Cooper explored. Hazel eyes eclipsed by dark blown pupils as I met Cooper's gaze again, his warmth retreating with fluid steps towards his couch removing his belt in one swift movement letting the leather fall with a thud, wide dominant thighs spread as fingers coaxed me closer. Cooper's hands gripped my hips placing a kiss to my sternum "I just want you." his head falling against the back of the velvet sofa to grin up at me.

My knees hit the floor beneath me finding my place between Cooper's thighs with a nod "How bad exactly?" my fingers tugging open his zipper to tug his dick free, hand stroking him slowly. "I- oh so bad darlin' been needing you allll day." He gulped watching my lips ghost over the tip of his dick, tongue smoothing over him before dipping low to take his length into my mouth. A breathy moan left Cooper while I worked him with my mouth, delicately massaging his balls. "Ahh that's, that's it." He praised finding the back of my head to guide my movements as I bobbed and sucked, plush bottom lip pulled harsh between white teeth. "There's- whoo baby hol' on." Cooper's tongue darted out to soothe his lip, accent thick as he pulled me off his cock. "Remember what you started now." Cooper tugged my hips over his own forcing my legs to straddle him. I let my hands run along the damp skin of his firm chest, hips rolling to grind my wet core against Cooper's dick making us both sigh.

"I want you to ride me- Think you can handle that cowpoke?" Cooper's lips traced my jaw, rough fingers circling my clit pulling a moan from my chest. Lips finding their place together as I eased myself down onto Cooper, his jaw going slack once our bodies pushed flush against one another. Mumbles of perfection and disbelief fell from Cooper like a waterfall, his hands gripping at my thighs. The stars chest heaved as I began to bounced and roll my hips against him, my lips leaving hot kisses along the sensitive skin of his throat with a moan. A hiss pushed between Cooper's teeth, his hips bucking to meet my own slower movements making me grin.

"What are you...playing at baby." Cooper cocked his head, drawing out a moan as he spoke, arm looping around my waist to pull me closer. "You said you wanted me to ride you- that's what I'm gonna do." My words came out in a deep whine while my movements grew bold forcing Cooper's hips to still, a hand gripping at the loose fabric of his unbuttoned shirt. I began to grind my hips down against him, tongue sliding past Cooper's lips with a groan. The sound of wet skin and heavy breaths filled the dressing room as I rode Cooper. Before long he was panting and twitching beneath me, something snapping within the man as he opened his eyes and watched my body bounce against his.

In a flash my body was bent over the arm of the couch, legs pushed wide so Cooper could slot himself back into my cunt from behind. The loud moan I gave brought back Cooper's smile as he fucked into me, hands digging at my sides, hips and ass "Hold on baby I'm- I'm almost there." He moaned watching his dick disappear inside of me with each thrust. "Cooper I'm gonna-" I whined pushing my hips back to meet his thrusts causing him to growl. "Go head darlin', come on give me what you got." Cooper licked his lips, groaning as I came around him, walls quivering and clenching. His hips continued rolling my orgasm through me until I felt warm thick ropes fill me and run down my inner thigh.

I'm writing a smut fic for PreWar!Cooper Howard (To try and pull myself out of writers block) and let me tell you. This might be one of my favorite things I've ever written. Like I'm actually in love with it, I'll add a tag to it here once I post it!

Pairing: Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Foul language, Violence, Fallout show stuff, Never proof read, Sexual Themes, 18+ darlin', SMUT especially if I'm making more of this (I so want to)

I sat watching the dusty hustle and bustle of Philly, the place I'd come to find odd comfort in a new land of terror and waste. It wasn't much better, between the drugs and violence, but I'd come to learn that even the tiniest bit better up here meant everything. "Holy Shit. I swear if I had a nickel for every time one of you ol'sardine-fucking dipshits waltzed into my store I-" My eyes glanced up hearing Ma June pipe up to a customer, her glazed blue eyes falling to mine. She cleared her throat "I just thought the lot of Y'all was dead!" She slapped the counter with a wrinkled hand and a laugh. "Um- Ma'am there's this woman I'm looking for...A raider?" The clear sound of the thin woman's voice carried over to my leaned position. Blue and Yellow suit making my fists clench and unclench by my sides as she kept talking. "Goes by the name Moldaver?" Her words made June freeze, shooing Barv away while I pushed off the wall. "You know her then?" Large brown eyes shifted towards me as my footsteps sounded against old chipped floorboards.

"Everyone knows that name up here....Believe me when I say, go home. Whatever you're looking for out of that woman...Forget it" My lips pulled thin at the girls shocked expression. "She broke into my vault! She- She took my dad I have to-" Her eyes widened more hearing June curse the vaults as I stepped closer "Forget it." I bit, turning on my heel. Just as the girl went to thank me for whatever reason, a dog barking caught everyone's attention, god- a real dog? I didn't even think regular one's still existed. "You again?" An older gentleman with glasses peered at the girl just out front of June's shop. They spoke a little longer, the man listing things about her vault. I was just as confused as her when his eyes shifted to mine like he was trying to read who's face could be behind the fabric that covered my lower face and the back of my head. Unless he already knew...Insecure hands dug at the vault suit collar hid under the coat I wore making sure it's colors remained hidden. "Play nice kid." June whispered to me while walking out to the pair. "You Wilzig?" She placed a hand on her hip looking at the old man.

"Wilzig..." A low gravel voice rang through the dusty air, a dark silhouette forming in front of me. "You wouldn't happen to be a doctor would ya?" The shadow crept closer until he emerged from the dust. "Cause I happen to be looking for one." His tone lax as his yellowed teeth set together. "You know your kind ain't welcome here." Ma June growled pulling out her gun making me slowly reach for my own. The man- ghoul's appearance left me in a daze. Sure, in the short time I'd been up here I witness and heard all sorts of odd things, I knew ghouls existed I'd just never seen one in person before. The man lacked a nose, his skin scorched and scared yet his eyes held the same as mine. Though his seemed to lack compassion as he stated his next line. "Well, Maybe not...But Ima make myself welcome." He skimmed over the the group narrowing his eyes. The next events happened so quick, I was glad I hadn't been the ghoul's first target or else I'd have been left dead where I once stood. Luckily the girl from the vault stumbled into me out of fear when the ghoul blasted off the scientists foot, knocking us both over.

Shots rang throughout Philly, the dust making it difficult to tell where until a cloud of red flashed into the air. How could this one man be capable of so much in such short time? "Hey! Stay down!" I yelled towards the girl trying to sneak her back into the store with me. I found myself launched back into the building instead, my eyes followed a metal suited man who had rescued the naive vault dweller. Now left in a vast hole in the wall the two of us stood watching the ghoul move closer to Wilzig. "Now, I acknowledge that I am unfamiliar with your circumstances...As a vault dweller we-" The girl gulped stepping forward. "Not this shit." I mumbled following suit, the ghouls stark eyes trained on us as she spoke. Quickly I tugged the pistol from her side and fired a round at him, voiced flickering off into silence as Vaultie stared at me bewildered. "Well-" The ghoul chuckled plucking the vial from his body "Now that is a tiny drop, in a very large bucket of drugs." He tossed the vial aside and cocked his gun. Fuck. The next thing I knew the very large, and maybe very stupid metal man chose to fight the ghoul instead, leaving June to pull everyone back inside.

"BARV!" June shouted "NEED A FOOT!" she looped her arm around Wilzig with me to help him sit. "Was that a knight?." Brown eyes beamed at me making me roll my own and shrug, damn this girl. "Oh god that's-" Vaultie gaped at his shredded ankle, I did as well in silence as the metal foot chomped up his calf with a crunch. I squeezed my eyes shut ignoring their voices, trying to find a place without his screaming until he piped up. "They can take me!" His weak voice making me raise a brow "Take you? I-" At the mention of Moldaver the girl had already seemed to sign us up for whatever fucked up path these people were on. "She'll do good with you. You could teach her!" June spoke up nudging me, Vaultie's expression like a child begging their parent for a puppy as she stared at me. "I- Ah Alright FINE." I grunted helping Wilzig back up, June and Barv helping us escape out the back entrance. "Just stop fuckin' starin' at me with those." I gestured in a circle around Vaultie's large expectant eyes. "Okie Dokie!" She smiled walking off ahead of Wilzig and myself.

"M'sorry about your dog." I mumbled watching my feet sink a little into the sandy terrain. "Yes- I. She was a good dog. Thank you." Wilzig nodded, eyes searching me like they had before. "What vault are you from?" His voice stayed low, gaze shifting to the girl ahead of us. "I'm not- I don't." I shook my head making the man give a pained chuckle. "From my experience normal surface dwellers don't apologize, they just don't. In fact a normal surface dweller wouldn't have helped her, they'd have taken me as bounty for themselves....but that is just my two cents." His hands gestured ahead and then to my frame. We walked in uncomfortable silence, well I did, he seemed fine aside form the whole metal foot thing. "How do you know all that...stuff? About her Vault?" I let my arm loop around the older man again when he seemed to struggle, a hand popping up to his mouth in a yawn, followed by a gulp. "Everyone has their secrets Miss Y/LN...Just try and do good with what you know." He wheezed out, body folding over making me hoist him back up. "How d'you-" His hand grasped metal, sliding himself down to the ground "Here will be fine...I'm not going to make it." His voice weaker than before. "Come on! We can do this! I don't know you, or how you know all these weird detailed things...but we are getting across this wasteland! Together!" The Vaultie's smile widened to her eyes in triumph at her own speech, yet she'd been met with raised brows and a cough. "No you don't understand...I've taken a Cyanide pill....Most humane product Vault-Tec made..." He shook his head in content. "What?" My own voice matching Vaultie's. "People are going to come after you two, you'll need to move quickly.....You can change the world Miss MacLean. All you need is my head..." He held out a sawing tool making you swallow thickly, realizing what he was insinuating. MacLean? My mind spun and the next thing I knew he was mumbling something about Banana flavored, then he was dead.

"FUCK!" I shouted into the vast radioactive desert I'd found myself in. "My name...How did he know my name?" The MacLean girl turned to me wide eyed. "How'm I supposed to know that?...Old bastard-" I grunted kicking his leg "What did I say out the eyes damn it!" My tone softening at MacLean's small frown. "Sorry...I- I didn't mean that...really." I let out a puff of air watching MacLean drop to her knees. "It's okay, It's nice actually. I've recently learned that most people up here DO mean it when they say hurtful things....And then usually they try to kill me!" She threw her hands up in defeat. "I just thought I found my way in! You know? Like I really might find my dad. Now I'm never going to find him." MacLean whimpered making me sigh and move closer. "Y/N...My name is Y/N." My mouth pulled to one side as she stared up at me. "Lucy, Lucy MacLean." Her frown lightened just a tad while I pulled the saw up into my grasp. "Let me ask you something Lucy...You ever cut off a man's head before?" I watched Lucy's shoulders go stiff, head shaking. "Yeah, me neither." I grunted, pulling on the saws staring cord making Lucy jump at the loud rattling noise.

A few hours passed with Lucy and I found ourselves, well to put it plainly. FUCKED. "What do you mean you don't have it?" I seethed watching Lucy pat the ground around her. "Well, you see. There was a- a deer!" She cried waving her arms. "A deer?" I mumbled raising a brow. "YES! I wanted to feed it, so I grabbed some grass, I leaned in! Oh so cute! The next thing I know some giant pink thing steals the head!" She let her pats turn into punches of frustration. "Pink thing? You mean to tell me?-" My voice halted in the back of my throat at the sound of spurs and dog pants, before I could register Lucy's shocked expression the sound of a gun leaver pulling back into cocked position sounded beside my ear. Footsteps thudded around me leaving me face to face with the ghoul from before, his gun pointed directly in my face. His eyes met my own and just like the scientist before he seemed to be trying to pick me apart, except we were the same. All he had to work with were eyes, the rest of my face remained covered. His head tilted to one side, brows knitting in slight recognition. That soon went away as he shoved me to the side and aimed his gun at Lucy "Where is it?" He growled, gun moving between the two of us. "I-I lost it!" Lucy's voice wavered, eyes shifting from me to the ghoul. His fingers moved to adjust the cowboy hat atop his head, a dark chuckle sounding from his throat "Gulper got it huh?".

"PLEASE!" Lucy shouted as soon as the ghoul reeled her out of the radiated river again. I sat quietly to the side, restrained by a lasso he'd throw around my form quickly. It's comical really. "Alright...Alright...Let's give you a break then." His voice teasing as he hoisted Lucy off the contraption he'd used to toss her into the water over and over. "Sir I need the head to find my dad." she let the ghoul drop her to the ground next to me. "So I've fuckin' heard...the last eight times you've said it." The ghoul hissed, eyes skimming over my form making me go taut. "C'mere darlin'....I don't bite." He grinned grabbing the end of the rope he'd tied me up with, pulling me closer with easy tugs. "You can't-" I felt myself thud against the ghouls chest, seeing the scars on his face closer now as he gave me a unamused look. "You Shouldn't do this!" I tried to fight against him to no avail. "If you're a good girl. N'you listen t'me real good." His deep set eyes tracking back to the water then to me. "This'll all be done much faster, alright?" He laughed at his own words as he hung me up like he had Lucy, all that was left to do is brace for impact.

I coughed and sputtered as the ghoul raised and dropped me in and out of the water over, and over. Barely being given enough time to catch a breath, the fabric around my head began to unravel. "Look at'cha all wet and squirmin' beggin' for mercy!" The ghoul clasped his hands around his makeshift reel. "Fuck you." I grunted out, knees buckling under the extra weight of my wet clothes, and something else. A heat rose to my face at the ghouls suggestive words. "Remember what I said about being. A good. Girl. for me?" Pauses placed between his words in time with his boots that stepped around the dock ready to release me again. I felt the wet fabric finally fall from my face and into the murky water below, leaving me staring at my own reflection. The ghoul readied his hands, and beside my better judgement I looked back at him over my shoulder. "Go to Hell!" I scoffed, watching his eyes blow wide, mouth going slack as hands tried to stop the reel before I was plunged back into cold waters. "There's...There's no- It's not possible." The ghoul began to reel me in with a fast pace making Lucy glance between him and where I thrashed just beneath the waters surface. The rope went tight and my muffled scream could be heard by them both. "Shit-a Help me!" He hollered at Lucy letting her free as he found something to pull me out with, gulper in tow. Lucy gripped my shoulders trying to heave me out of the beasts mouth. She'd grabbed the ghoul's bag smashing the gulper in the face with it while he slid under my body, hips sitting just below mine. One gloved hand gripped my hip, the other squeezed itself around my inner thigh as his feet dug against the wooden dock. "Let her go damnit!" He gritted his stained teeth pulling my body flush against his. Instead of death, my mind raced with thoughts of before. Before Gulpers, before ghouls, before this shit hole I found myself in. A man. It's odd they felt so similar, or maybe I just haven't been this close to a man in some time. I swear he feels familiar.

"Hey, darlin' you still with me?" The ghoul snapped his fingers in front of my face pulling me out of my daze. The gulper was gone, Lucy sat at the waters edge in near tears next to the dog. "You...tried to kill...me." I huffed watching his face closely. Despite how he's been before, his face remained shocked, in fact he looked at me as if he'd seen a ghost. "Sorry, 'bout that." His voice came out in a low whisper as he pulled me to my feet. "Oh! Goodness I'm so sorry darlin' why I wasn't payin' attention to where I was goin'-" Cooper apologized reaching his hands out for my own, relaxing when he herd a giggle bubble from my throat. "It's quite alright Mr. Howard- I was actually looking for you." I smiled letting his large hands envelope mine in a gentle grasp, as if he were afraid to break me. "Mmmm, And uh, To what do I owe the pleasure of knocking over a sweet doll such as yourself." He grinned to one side keeping hold of me, my face warming at the contact. "Y/N, my name is Y/N Y/L/N...I'm the new hair and makeup lady, sometimes costumes as well but y'know." I shrugged small under Cooper's gaze, god I've never even met the man and all I want him to do is eat me alive. "I see, well, if you can make this mug look as good as yours then I think we'll be just fine." He teased, releasing one hand, the other stayed in his. "Oh please, 'mug'...You wouldn't know ugly if it slapped you in the face." I covered a laugh with my free hand. Meeting his whiskey gaze again I felt myself swallow thickly at his stunned expression, day one and I'd already over stepped. "I- I'm sorry what I-" Cooper's thumb brushed across my knuckles making me inhale lightly. "Listen I-" Cooper glanced over his shoulder hearing his name called. "I don't mean to leave high and dry sweetheart, but duty calls...I uh, I'll see you around." He flicked his sheriffs badge for good measure, giving me a wink before turning on his heels. "Sorry?" I frowned removing my hands from the ghouls, his eyes following my fingers, his own twitching in front of him watching wishfully.

"What did you say your name was darlin'?" The ghoul's brow furrowed. "I didn't." The dog next to Lucy whining when I patted her shoulder. "C'mon Lucy." I tugged the vault dweller to her feet, moving to walk away, stopping to look at the crushed leather bag on the ground. The ghoul's eyes followed my gaze, freezing when he spotted his belonging smashed. I tried to hurry Lucy along as the ghoul's eyes shifted back to normal, broken glass clinking against the ground as he shouted after us. "Where the fuck you think y'all's goin'?" he drawled swishing a lasso in the air snatching Lucy from my side. Oh Shit. "Y/N!" Lucy shouted making the ghoul stop tying her tighter so he could raise his eyes to mine, a glint catching behind them again. "I really do hate to do this." He huffed "But you are bein' so damn difficult baby." He swung a rope my direction, pulling me tight against his tattered clothes again. His voice sounded so familiar. Low moans sounded against Cooper's trailer walls, paired with soft sucking sounds. "Thaaaat's it baby, just like that." His voice came out hushed and airy, hands tangled behind my head as it bobbed up and down. "Ah- best, best I've ever had. Oh Y/N..." My gaze moved up to look at Cooper through thick lashes, his plump bottom lip tugged tight between pearly white teeth as he hummed praise down to me.

"Don't call me that." I pushed my shoulder against the ghoul's bringing him out of some daydream, watching his adam's apple bob quickly, licking dry lips. "Get goin'." He turned me around, shoving Lucy and I ahead of him. The desert heat doesn't feel so bad when you've been dunked in an irradiated river, however watching the ghoul sip water had Lucy and I staring with open mouths. "Suppose Y'all want some?" He grunted watching us nod feverishly, instead of sharing like I'd hoped he opted to tilt his head back letting the last bits of water from his canteen drop from his mouth down his chin and neck, even turning it over the ground letting anything else left go to waste. I watched droplets roll over his scorched lips and chin, a few dipping past the collar of his old duster coat. His eyes bore into mine making me avert my gaze as his tongue darted out to catch the droplets I'd been watching. I'd been caught. "Thinkin; about lickin' em off yourself hmm baby?" He gestured for us to keep walking making Lucy's already disgusted frown worsen with a groan. "Stop calling me that." I hissed out letting my feet carry myself ahead once more. "Why? I've been callin' you that for years? Hmm, Oh nowww we're feelin' sassy, havin' ourselves a little brat fit." The ghoul grumbled below his breath kicking a few stones out of the way. "Oh, so now we're talking shit behind backs huh, What did you say?" I huffed over my shoulder making Lucy's brows raise at my boldness towards our abductor. "Nuthin'." His tone mimicked a scolded child as his gaze stayed against the sand. "Whatever."

The ghoul crouched next to a small container of water. "Water, water everywhere. Not a drop to drink." He chuckled as Dogmeat lapped at a nearby puddle. "If you're gonna survive up here, you'll have to drink." He motioned towards the container then to myself and Lucy. Lucy's pip boy going crazy as she leaned down to drink from it, hands eagerly dipping into the dirty water. I stood to the side, head turned in defiance as the ghoul gestured towards the container again. "I said drink." He commanded through bared teeth, seething even more when I only cast him a glance. "Fuckin' brat." He snarled, canteen dipping into the water, bubbling a few time until it was full. "You're gonna learn to listen to me sweetheart, you'll learn or I'll make you." The ghoul's voice came out in a grunt as he gripped my jaw with his gloves, the old leather rough around the seams. "Open." He tapped a finger to my lips holding his canteen ready to pour. I shook my head in defiance again making the ghoul's eyes go dark. A leather clad finger pushed its way between my lips, a surprised noise escaping me, much to the ghoul's joy. His lips parted taking a few gulps from his canteen while his thumb sat against my lower teeth, pointer finger painfully pressed against the roof of my mouth. That's when it happened. The ghoul leaned in holding me still as he released the water held in his mouth into my own making me gargle in protest. "Swallow." His voice rang again making me shudder in his grip. The fire re-igniting within his eyes as I finally caved, swallowing the water. "Good." He poured more water into his own mouth, this time leaning down so his rough lips gently ghosted against mine before spitting into my mouth again. "Good girl." he hummed pleased, fingers moving from my mouth so his hand could pat my jaw shut. "Now...s'getting dark, let's get y'all someplace safe enough to build a fire. Wouldn't wanna lose you smoothies to the cold." His hand tugged my wet coat for emphasis, and with that we headed along. Eyes still boring into the back of my frame as we went. Here we fucking go.

Summary: You snooped into something that ended up being more than you can handle. It’s not your fault you were curious. As much as Arvin was your friend, he’d been acting out lately, little did you know that soon you’d be stuck together, for eternity.

Pairing: Arvin Russell x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Violent themes, Kidnapping, Murder, Slightly yandere!Arvin, Cursing, Brief mentions of suicide, and of course never proof read. (Probably needs more warnings than this just let me know)

  Nothing, you saw nothing. Your ears still rang, eyes still stung from the hot tears that fell while your brain worked overtime to find reasons for todays events. You weren’t dead? Were you? Your fingers grazed against the odd plastic above you, the stiff material made it difficult to breath. Breathe. Were you still with him? You recalled the gargled speech of Pastor Teagardin as several bullets tore through his chest. A moment you weren’t supposed to be around for, one you were stupid enough to stumble upon. 

  Brown eyes you’d have believed were heaven sent before today stared back into yours. Arvin Russell. He’d scrambled around to pick up his shell casings so fast, you noticed him wince from them still being hot to the touch. They’d just blown through a man, and he was scooping them up like they were shells on a beach. “Y/N?...Listen to me doll-” Arvin had reached out to you, his unplanned visitor. You couldn’t touch him, you wouldn’t let him touch you. Hurt you too. “Please...Please don’t kill me- I won’t tell nobody, I swear Arvin!” You pleaded to the man through blurry eyes.

  Arvin’s soft demeanor shifted as he looked to the ceiling with a click of his tongue. “Now, how could I do that to you my little trinket? Hmm?” His half lidded eyes shifted to you, chin still pulled up as his presence ate you alive. Closer. Until his rugged hands gripped your arm quickly pulling you out of the bloody church with him. “Arvin!-” Your scream fell upon deaf ears as Arvin covered your mouth with a heavy sigh before you were met with a heavy blow to your head.

  Now you were here, panicked hands scooted across the black space in search of its end. A sliver of sunlight cut through to your fingers as you found the edge of the dark grey tarp. Pulling it aside you faced upwards in the bed of an old truck staring at the mid day sky. What you’d thought to be sweat before turned out to be blood coming from your temple. You sat up slowly while holding your head, looking around a bit whoosy until you met eyes in the rear view mirror. Brown eyes. You gasped and struggled with the rest of the tarp over your legs, the truck slamming to a stop flinging you against the back glass.

  The air in your lungs escaped in a large gust, but you powered on hoisting your leg over the side of the truck bed. There they were again, evil hands burning against your heavenly skin. “HELP! HELP ME PELASE SOMEBODY!” You screamed out as Arvin yanked you into his arms, grunting against you while you tried to kick him. “Damnit Y/N STOP!” Arvin growled, tossing you onto the trucks bench seat. His body slid in next to yours, gripping you tight so he could lock the truck. The cool black barrel against your cheek made you tremble, vison blurring again with a whimper. You’d always thought of Arvin to be decent, maybe even your friend, now he may be the death of you.

  “Nah, c’mon now darlin’ don’t- don’t do all at’ now.” Arvin furrowed his brows wiping some of your tears away with his thumb. “Make a man feel bad.” He huffed buckling you in before himself. You stared at the curly haired man in disbelief, “Make you feel bad? You murdered a man!” You shouted, though you dared not much more as Arvin was armed. “I know you was stalkin’ the preacher. I saw you outside his house.” Arvin turned his head towards you with an unimpressed look. “I know. I was watchin’ him for what he did to my Lenora. Raped her. Made her kill herself.” His eyes watched the road again letting you think about his words. Lenora’s baby, of course. Choosing not to press this issue for now, you stayed silent.

  “I been watchin’ you too lil’ girl. longer than I was watchin’ that no good preacher. You can’t watch the watcher doll. I was after you first.” Your eyes blew wide. “But, I followed you! I-” Arvin laughed dryly “Dumb lil’ girl. Whatever kinda detective you thought you was, I let you be.” You swallowed thickly choosing to stare at the road with Arvin. He’d been stalking me too. He really was sick. “Where are you taking me?” You mumbled, moving to lean your head against the window. “Wherever I want. I was thinkin’ we’d make home over in Cincinnati.”

  We? “What uh, what do you mean we?” You felt like you knew what he was implying, especially after his newest confession. “I figure, you’ve seen too much, know too much. I-I can’t kill you, I love you-” You shook your head. “Arvin you can’t love me! I mean for gods sake you hurt me! You’re sick and you need help!”. Arvin’s jaw tensed “I DO LOVE YOU! DON’T YOU TELL ME OTHERWISE!”. You cried feeling his hand come up to your face, fingers squishing your cheeks in as he pulled you closer. The truck came to a stop as Arvin watched you, a smirk playing on his lips. “I didn’t want to hurt you Y/N, honest. Y-You tried to leave ME.” Arvin pressed a hand against his chest in hurt “I had to, see what you make me do?” 

  He frowned tired of your crying, placing a kiss to your wounded temple. “M’sorry darlin’.” His warm lips traveled to your cheekbone, then encased your pouted lips. You struggled against him face still in his hand. “I don’t love you.” You sniffled making Arvin’s frown grow deeper, eyes grow a bit dark. His fingers squeezed your poor jaw tighter making you whine in pain. His posture slouching slightly to meet your eyes, noses touching ever so gently. “You love me. Go on. Say. it.” You kept your mouth sealed shut, eyes drifting to the fabric of his jeans, scared of his unstable state. “SAY IT.” You jolted, Arvin’s thunderous voice filling the small space.

  Hot breath that smelled of mouthwash and cigarettes fanned across your face. Despite his tantrum, you stayed frozen, he wouldn’t kill you. “You don’t love me?” Arvin’s voice cracked as you shook your head. He forced you to meet his bitter chocolate eyes again, oh how you wished they were sweet like before. “Figure it out.” He grunted, pushing you back from him, continuing to drive. Arvin couldn’t seem to stay mad at you though, his right hand smoothing over your leg curled up on the bench seat. “You’re mine, and we belong, together~” Arvin sang softly to you along with the old crackly radio. His hand halted on your knee before dipping under your floral skirt to rub along the supple skin of your thigh, ignoring your discomfort. “Yes, we belong, together~...” Arvin’s mind had been set, if you didn’t love him, he’d make you fake it until it was true. “For..Eternity.”

  Somehow you drifted off to sleep and some time passed, a few hours maybe? The sun had just barely gone down when the truck stuttered to a halt again. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK.” Arvin beat his fist against the steering wheel reading the gas gauge. Arvin’s shouting forced you up right in your seat, the door mechanism unlocking beside you as he climbed out of the truck. Your hand trembled against the truck door handle debating escape. “Don’t get any ideas doll.” The truck door popped open, Arvin standing over you. “What are we supposed to do? Walk?” You cocked a brow at your kidnapper making him roll his eyes “What else? C’mon, maybe we’ll get lucky and somebody’ll pick us up.” He waved a hand while the other grabbed ahold of one of your own. Unsure why you didn’t attempt to run, you let Arvin take your hand as you walked “And if someone doesn’t? Do you know where the next town is?” You huffed kicking a rock. “Nope.” Arvin chuckled at your despair.

  “What. What happened with Lenora?” You whispered, unsure of which side of Arvin you’d receive. A soft sigh beside you helped you put your nerves at ease. “Y’know how she used to go a-an’ sit with her momma?” Arvin raised a brow watching you nod. “Well, I left her there one day, an’ I guess, that bastard preacher saw his chance an’ took it.” Arvin’s voice wavered, this was your Arvin. “The baby you mentioned? You think...” You couldn’t help the way your lips pulled in disgust. “I don’t think, I know. Lenora wasn’t just wonderin’ around with anybody. All of a sudden she’s with this preacher is secret. She comes home sick as a dog one day. The next she’s- I-I found her in the sh-shed.” Arvin’s eyes widened “Hanging there. She was cold when I got her down.” He sniffled. “Police come round saying that she was pregnant, they figured it was some kinda incest. But it was that preacher. H-He even tried to talk me onto his side.” Arvin sighed shoving his free hand in his pocket. “Arvin I’m sorry.” You mumbled making him nod.

  Luckily for you both after some time, a car honked and pulled up to you both. “My goodness what’s a pair of kids like you doin’ all the way out here?” The large set man chuckled out. He looked to be a bit older than the blonde woman next to him, his hair slightly thinned, a crooked smile that blew smoke out while he spoke to Arvin. “Truck broke down a while back. Y’see my fiancé and I were wanting to find somewhere to start new y’know? Ain’t that right darlin’?” Arvin squeezed your hand. “Yep! Hoping to find a little land of our own.” You sputtered out making the blonde woman nod, the man you’d learn was her husband popped the car door open to let you and Arvin file in.

  “Thank you.” You hummed while Arvin instead stayed silent, hand remaining locked in yours. Something about them seemed off to him. The couple rambled about their own lives, photography, religion, how they’d met. To you they seemed like a nice couple on the search for a good photo opportunity. To Arvin, they seemed too close to himself, everything seeming calculated before being said, the small glances between the two before a detail was given. “I hope the two of you don’t mind but, my bladder ain’t what it used to be. we’ll just pull over, yeah just right down in here is fine.” The woman tensed in her seat, watching her husband closely as he got out of the car to take a leak.

  “Y/N. I need you to trust me here.” Arvin eyed the gentleman relieving himself, spotting the flash of a gun tucked below his belt. He nudged his head in his direction, dropping his own gun out in the seat for you. “A-Arvin? I can’t.” You shook your head matching Arvin’s whisper. Of course, he didn’t ask if you could, he made a silent demand. So you gripped the pistol in your hand, Arvin quickly popped his door open, snatching the mans gun from his hip. Your eyes tore away from Arvin at the sound of a gun cocking in front of you. Raising Arvin’s gun high matching the terrified woman you shook in your seat “I-I don’t wanna hurt you.” You clenched your jaw watching her finger flick down to her guns trigger. You had no choice. You did the same, pulling the trigger once clenching your eyes shut as two more shots had rung outside the car.

  You gasped letting your hand run along your body in search of a bullet wound. She hadn’t hit you? Now came the next problem, you sat face to face with a dead woman, just as scared as you. Why were you right to kill her? You weren’t. Arvin fumbled into the front seat, stopping to take a look at the woman hearing you hyperventilate in the backseat. “You’ve got to breathe Y/N.” Arvin called to you, snatching some money and a few other things from the car before joining you in the back seat. “I-I c-Can’t!” You cried still clutching the hot gun in your hand “I didn’t wanna Arvin! I-I thought she was gonna, gonna shoot me!” You sobbed, letting Arvin pull you out of the car. “We gotta get out of here and you gotta stop that.” His face gave away his own nerves, walking back up the road you’d come out of.

  You wiped your eyes looking down at the gun in your hand. You stopped in your tracks, eyes lifting slowly to Arvin who kept walking. Bringing the gun up you aim it towards him, Arvin Russell, a murderer, an old friend. Only hearing his own footsteps Arvin stopped with a laugh “I can’t carry you all the way doll, c’mon-” His voice caught in his throat at the sight of you. A soft breeze blew the loose hair around your face, your eyes leaked tears that read every emotion under the sun. How could he have forgotten about the gun? Arvin didn’t reach for the gun he’d stolen from his victim, he settled on taking steps toward you. “I’m not your doll.” You hissed through gritted teeth yet Arvin still came towards you. “Don’t come any closer! I’ll blow your fucking head off.”

  Arvin smiled at you, stepping in front of your gun. “Okay. Do it. I’m not sure where you think you’ll go, I’m all you’ve got.” He picked at his nails watching your mind crumble. “And you are my doll, sweet, naïve little puppet.” The gun in your hand weighing more than you could bear thud against the dirt road. He was right. A gentle kiss placed itself against your forehead, hands holding your jaw to tilt it so Arvin could look you in the eye. “It was us or them. N’from what I found, they weren’t no good neither.” He lifted the photo of a mangled man on a picnic blanket to you making you gasp and avert your eyes. “You ain’t tainted darlin’ you’re just surviving.” Arvin nussled his nose against your cheek making you shudder and nod. He wiped your tears like he had before, this time much more sincere, like your old Arvin might would.

(No rush !! )

Summary: Arvin stumbles across you having a little alone time and decides to help.

Pairing: Arvin Russell x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Masturbation, Slight praise kink, Fem & Male receiving, smutttt 18+ please!!!, cursing, never proofread <3

A/N: Not this almost not saving because my internet went out.

   Arvin’s knuckles thrummed against the old wooden door to your home a few times before stepping back with his hands locked behind himself. “Arvin! How nice to see you!” your mother smiled opening the front door wider so Arvin could come in. “S’nice to see you too Mrs. Y/LN. Is uh, is Y/N here?” Arvin glanced around to try and spot you to no avail. “Yep! She’s in her room, listen, I’ve got to pick up some things from the store, but you’re welcome to stay as long as you want. You like Spaghetti?” She grabbed up a little purse watching the young man nod. “Alright! Then you can join us for dinner!” She beamed before heading out.

   Arvin headed down the hall towards your room, boots gently thudding against the hard pine floor. Your bedroom door was ever so cracked almost like you were in a rush and meant to close it. Just as he went to push the door open the rest of the way with a smile, a soft whine caught Arvin’s attention making him lean his ear closer. Not a pained whine, put one of pleasure. Could you be...No... Arvin felt the sudden urge to take a peek through the slightly open door, a tinge embarrassed at the same time. She’s your friend, give her some space. Arvin decided he’d back away and wait for you to finish and act like he had no idea what you were doing. That is until the loveliest sound graced his ears.

   “Arvin~” You quietly called to him, well, not to him since you didn’t know he was there, but Arvin felt like you were. He felt his dick stir in his pants at the idea of his sweet Y/N getting off to him. So, he took a look and nearly fell out at the sight of your H/C hair messily tossed against your pillow while your fingers ran circles around your clit. Your eyes pressed shut, mouth hung open slightly, God he could practically fall to his knees at this masterpiece. He couldn’t help but push the door open more, leaning against the doorframe to get a better look at you, watching your fingers desperately paw at your sex.

   “Oh my- Arvin please~” You whined again, eyes snapping open as Arvin gave a deep chuckle. “I’m right here darlin’ just tell me what you need.” He hummed letting his dark brown eyes skim over your form. A gasp escaped your throat, trying to tug the covers up to no avail. There stood Arvin Russel, your best friend. His cap on tight, cigarette behind his left ear, eyes glazed over, and a bulge making way in his jeans. How long had he been there? He definitely heard. “I-I’m so sorry-” “Don’t stop on my account.” Arvin slowly clicked the door shut behind him, prowling over you like a bear looks at an elk. Hungry. “You’re not mad?” You furrowed your brows still clutching your blanket. “Mad? No...Turned on?...” He grinned gently pulling the cloth from your fingertips, bearing your skin to himself again, biting his bottom lip with a pleased groan.

   You couldn’t believe it, everything you’ve wanted was about to unravel. Arvin leaned in and kissed you, a rough hand cupping your jaw to keep you close. You pulled away a little resting your forehead against Arvin’s. “Help...Help me?” You swallowed thickly spreading your legs wider beneath the brunette. “My pleasure darlin’...” Arvin pulled you back in for a heated kiss, tongue pushing its way past your soft lips. His hands found your shoulders, laying you back down against the bed, pulling away from you with heavy breaths. Arvin climbed down the bed, unbuttoning his white shirt at the same time so he could toss it to the side. “So pretty~” He stared at your pussy while sliding a finger up and down the wetness that had gathered before popping it into his mouth with a moan. Wetting his finger, Arvin pushed it into you slowly, getting a feel for your tight velvet heat before adding another. He loved the sight of you writhing under him, soft moans luring him in closer.

   Looking down at Arvin you shifted your hips to match the pace of his fingers, swallowing thickly when his lust filled gaze met yours. “M-More!~” He cocked a brow watching you plead to him, you looked helpless. Removing his fingers from you, Arvin quickly shoved them in his mouth again, licking them clean while you watched. Leaning up, Arvin latched onto your left bud sucking and nipping causing your back to arch up into him. Swapping to the other side you could feel him smirking against your skin, he was proud of himself as he peppered kisses down your middle until he was met with your hot center again. Quick hands flipped his beat up cap backwards before delving his tongue deep into your cunt causing you to hiss and moan. Arvin lapped away at your center like he’d been starving in the desert, drenching his chin with your juices. “Oh my- gosh Arvin!” You moaned out as Arvin swapped his abuse to your clit, desperately hoping your parents weren’t home. “Ugh...That.” Arvin groaned against you, one hand moving to pop off his belt, smoothly tugging it through his belt loops, tossing it to the side “Say that again Y/N Darlin’~”.

   Arvin’s firm grip forced your shaking legs against the mattress, licking a stripe up your pussy, tongue swirling your sensitive and slightly swollen clit. Your body jolted feeling oh so close, you listened to Arvin’s instructions. “Feels so good Arvie!” You choked out, only for him to stop. “Why’d you-” Your eyes widened landing on Arvin’s now free cock, oh, that’s why. “Can I- I mean I’ve never. I might not be good at y’know.” You gulped sitting up and crawling over to Arvin’s panting body. “S’okay, you don’t have to if you don’t want to Doll.” He smiled, a gentleman as always. You smiled in return, wrapping your hand around his length watching his head thump against the wall in pleasure. “I want to.” You hummed, keeping your eyes on Arvin’s for a moment, testing yourself a little while slipping his cock into your mouth. 

   Arvin’s jaw clenched, teeth slightly showing while you bobbed your head a little, encouraged by his quiet moans and fingers combing against your scalp. You panicked feeling yourself gag slightly around him, moving to pull away out of embarrassment you were stopped by Arvin’s hand cupping the back of your neck. “S’okay, it happens. Take your time Darlin’ you’re doing so good for me.” Arvin’s voice had dropped lower in his throat, fingers gently rubbing at your neck, not holding you hostage, just there for support. So, you gathered yourself and kept going “Just like that...” He cooed. The longer you sucked, the easier it got, but also the more tired your poor jaw became. Finally having to pull away to get a good breath, Arvin led you to straddle his lap noticing you hold your jaw for a moment. “Sore?” He hummed stroking himself below you “A little...” You admit, Arvin’s lips caressing the edge of your jaw. “My poor baby... Means you were giving it your all, just for me.” He winked sending a shiver up your spine, of course you nodded.

   Lowering your hips slowly taking in Arvin’s cock, you both sighed as soon as your bodies made complete contact. Arvin gave you a moment, waiting for you to begin rolling your hips into his at your own pace. “Heavenly Darlin’....J-Just perfect.” His chest heaved under your fingertips. Your left hand drew shapes across Arvin’s lean chest, enjoying the muscles flexing every now and then while the other snaked behind his head to toss his hat aside, wanting to enjoy his thick curls that bounced with you both. Arvin couldn’t help himself as he began to buck deeper into you making your moans fill the small home. A tight feeling built in your belly as you continued to ride Arvin. “A-Arvin I think I’m getting-” “Alright, I’ve gotcha Darlin’...” He groaned, flipping you both so your back was against the sheets, leg hoisted over Arvin’s shoulder so he could pound into you at his own pace now. Immediately you tossed your head back in bliss, fingers clutching for anything they could reach.

   Arvin watched your tits bounce with each of his thrusts “Come on baby, let go for me Y/N.” he couldn’t help the sloppier pace of his thrusts. Your pussy clenched around him as you came, eyes slamming shut, head tilting back while you let out the loudest, most erotic call of Arvin’s name causing his bliss to join yours. The both of you relaxed, panting in unison as you stared at each other. “That was...” You sighed, loving the dopey smile plastered across Arvin’s face “Oh yeah.” He chuckled pulling out of you so he could lean down and capture your lips again. “I love you Arvie~” You mumbled tiredly against his lips. “I love you too Y/N Darlin’....And next time, come get me first.” He teased pushing some damp curls off his own forehead with a cocky grin. 

Summary: This is a Nate chapter, escaping prison and finding out for sure that he’s a dad! And sweet Sully moments <3

Pairing: Nathan Drake x Pregnant!Reader

Warnings: Violence, nothing too graphic. Pregnancy, cursing, and of course never proof read babyyy

   The clicking of Nate’s cell doors woke him up the next morning, that and a baton to the side. “M’up...I’m up!” He growled sitting up on his cot rubbing his face. The guard sat Nate’s food tray down with a drink “Yard time today for your block. Be out of here or we’ll come get you. Oh, and try not to piss anyone off this time? I’m tired of coming to save your ass.” The guard snickered. “Vince, you wouldn’t have to come save my ass if you’d just let me kick theirs!” Nate chuckled back at Vince, a guard he’d grown to be fond of, not because he liked cops, but because he’s gullible. “Yeah right Drake. Listen I’m serious.” He nodded watching Nate begin to scarf down his breakfast.

   Vince had stepped away from Nate for a minute to talk to another guard, “Yeah I’ll head that way in a sec, Drake I’ll see you in a bit-” Vince’s eyes darted to the ground where he spotted a loose gum wrapper. Nate stopped chewing to match his “friends” gaze, oh shit he’s picking it up. Vince stiffened seeing looking over the small part of a drawing in his hand “Nathan...What?” He narrowed his eyes towards Nate. “If I told you something...Would you tell anyone? I’m not asking for your help I...entirely. Just some trust.” Nate looked between Vince and the gum wrapper. “Fine.” Vince handed over the wrapper which Nate promptly stuffed away with the rest. So, Nate kept his word and told Vince everything, puzzle pieces, escape routes, nothing left out.

   “Now.” Nate sighed whipping out a shiv he’d made “Since you know, if you decide you won’t keep it to yourself, we’re both going down. If I get caught because of you.” He stepped close to the shaking guard nose to nose “I’ll kill you and spend the time in here I’ve got and more. Happily.” Nate’s words were sharp. Vince nodded frantically “O-Of course, just please don’t fucking kill me!” He yelped, only calming once Nate put his weapon away and eased his stance. “Good. If you’ll excuse me, I’ve gotta go to the yard.” He straitened Vince’s shirt with a smile before walking out. “This guy is nuts...” Vince mumbled, jogging out of Nate’s cell “Hey wait!” He called. Nate stopped to look over his shoulder cocking a brow. “I think I know a way I can help...” Vince whispered making Nate turn to him completely. “Sweet.” He grinned patting a hand on Vince’s shoulder as he led him out to the yard.

    Nate spent some time in the prison yard watching fights break out, bets go down, and guards coming and going. He’d worked his mini map into his memory and Vince had requested to pull Nate from the yard early for a medical check. When the time came and Vince whistled for him, Nate let the guards cuff him so Vince could take him away. It’s happening, he’s actually leaving. Vince cleared his throat gesturing to the bathroom “There’s a duct above the sink.” He held out a screwdriver behind his back as a guard walked past. “Thanks.” Nate pushed the door open, going to close it when Vince’s foot blocked the corner “Are we cool?” He whispered, holding his fist through the gap. As much as Nate was using him right now, he wouldn’t leave the poor guy hanging. “Of course man, the coolest. Now get outta here before you get caught.” Nate sighed fist bumping Vince who then shut the door and left. 

   “Alright.” Nate locked the door and took in the small room “Just gotta climb up here.” He grunted pulling himself up onto the sink so he could unscrew the vent cover. Unfortunately, Nate found himself just a tad too short to just climb right in, he’d have to jump off the tiny ceramic sink. Great. Grabbing the edge of the vent opening Nate jumped and pulled himself up. “You’ve gotta be kidding me-” He huffed watching the sink clang onto the ground and water erupt out of the pipe he’d broken. Banging began on the door soon after, but Nate didn’t stick around, he’d began crawling through the ducts coughing here and there from all the dust. He’d heard the guards bust down the door to the bathroom, and he’d heard them call for a search.

   Sirens tore throughout the prison as inmates were brought back to their cells, whilst Nate made his way further to freedom...Or Falling through a vent. Close enough. “OHHH SHIT!” He shouted surprised by his sudden tumble, clambering up to his feet surrounded by a few guards. As soon as one lunged at Nate it was on, He’d thrown a solid right hook to the guards jaw knocking the man off his feet. Punch after punch was thrown, landing on a guard or Nate. Arms looped their way around Nate’s Neck holding him tight while Nate kicked any other guard who came near him. Struggling for air Nate glanced over at a window ‘Might be the only shot.’ he opened his mouth trying to gather air but found none. Here goes nothing.

   “Agh!” Nate backed up causing the guard holding him to stumble towards the second story window, which Nate tossed them both out of. They both screamed before thudding against the dirt below, Nate’s lungs burning at the sudden breath of cold air they’d received. “Holy-” He patted himself over, now feeling blood dripping from his nose and brow, but he was alive...Couldn’t say the same for the guard he’d landed on. Nate wasted no time getting to his feet and taking off through the open field towards a tree line, shots being fired at him from the watch towers. Slinking away into the dark forest Nate had managed to make it, catching one shot to his side, nothing he couldn’t handle. Now, just to figure out how the hell to get home.

   After some time Nate found a road, of course he’s still in a prison jumpsuit so he stayed low to think of a plan. “Really didn’t think I’d get this far...” He mumbled scanning the small houses across from him. A clothesline hung across, swaying a little in the wind caught Nate’s eye. “Bingo.” He winced hoisting himself out of the ditch. Did this make him a bad person, maybe? He’d just hope it wasn’t someone’s favorite shirt. Nate climbed the fence quietly, snatching a new outfit up for himself. “Could use this to patch myself up a little?” Nate hummed using his old shiv to start a tear on a long sleeve shirt. Once he got the sleeve off, a clinking noise followed by a low growl caused Nate to freeze. Turning towards the noise Nate was met by a- “That’s a big ass dog- AHh good boy!” He smiled backing away from the dog’s pearly whites. “That is a lovely smile you’ve got there! You know I really should be on my way!” He laughed nervously. Just as Nate thought maybe the dog wouldn’t give him away it took off after him barking loudly. “Shit, shit, SHIT!” He yelled jumping the fence worried the giant dog just might jump it too, but the last thing he saw was the lights cut on and Nate was out of there.

   “Y/N! Can you answer the phone?” Sully called to you. “It’s your house! But sure?” You shouted back rolling your eyes whilst picking up Sully’s old ass landline. “Hello?....Oh my- How long has it been since you’ve- I see...No, no I haven’t. Yes of course! Please keep me up to date...yeah..uh huh...” Sully’s head perked up at the conversation, coming closer to you with raised brows. “Yes sir! Alright, buh bye.” You tried to hang up the phone as calmly as possible but Sully knew. “He’s out, isn’t he?” He grinned watching you nod excitedly. “Wait! What if he’s hurt?” You pouted going to pull on your shoes. “He probably is, but Nate’s tough and- Hey, woah, woah, woah slow your roll princess.” Sully snatched your shoes away. “Why? I’m going to look for him!” You frowned trying to get your shoes back. “No, you wanna know how to get him and the rest of us caught? To go fucking looking for him Y/N! Wait for him to call. He knows the landline number, he knows your number alright? He’ll get to a phone, then we go get him. No looking around all day attracting attention to ourselves...Sometimes I forget you’re new to this.” He laughed flipping one of your shoes in his hand.

   “I know, I just hate the feeling that he’s out there, scared or hurt.” You sighed flopping back down onto the couch. “He’s fine, and if he’s not here soon then maybe we’ll go look. But only for a little bit! You know the rules-” “Yeah, yeah. Don’t get caught I got it.” You smiled watching Sully rub his hand across your now very obvious baby bump. “Thank you. I mean still fuck you, for getting Nate into this but...Thank you Victor.” You nudged Sully’s side causing him to smile back at you. “Wow, Government name...” He scoffed jokingly “You’re welcome, but also, thank you for not turning my ass in.” He leaned back with you still rubbing your belly. You’d really become sort of like a daughter to him over the past few months, Nate had already felt like family but this whole thing solidified it. “I love you kid, and you know, actual kid.” He pointed to your middle making you laugh. “We love you too Sully.”

   Meanwhile Nate found himself eating a kind of gross gas station sandwich. “Thirteen eighty five.” The cashier sounded bored as Nate felt around his pockets. Shit, he hadn’t thought this far “Ahhh...Right....” He gulped making the cashier roll their eyes. “Honestly man I don’t get paid enough for it, just take it I don’t care.” They shrugged making Nate blink a few times while finishing his sandwich following it up with a small thank you. Ducking into the restroom with a little extra pep in his step Nate noticed a guy at the urinal who just stared at him as soon as he walked in. “Uh... hey?” He furrowed his brows opting for a urinal a little farther from him. Maybe he knew? “You look rough, but you don’t look rough here.” The guy, who was now obviously drunk smiled gesturing to his face. “Oh! No, I uh. hmm.” Nate found himself having the oddest conversation of his life. “I’m going to see my wife for the first time after- a work trip. I think I’m gonna be a dad.” Nate grinned and zipped up his pants before washing his hands. “Nice man! Hey by the way...” The guy called making Nate turn back to him confused “Nice dick, lucky lady” Fucking weirdo. Nate frowned and left the gas station chalking it up to a weird story he’d tell you and Sully when he got home.

   “Home.” Nate smiled looking up at Sully’s apartment window. He made his way inside using the keys he’d stolen the day he met Sully. All the lights were off when he arrived “Y/N? Sully?” he yelled shuffling through the apartment. Maybe you were asleep? Nate wandered around the apartment opening a few doors, Sully’s room, then your room. Nate’s eyes widened at the little bedside bassinet stood to the side, he scooped up the framed ultrasound on your nightstand. He is a dad. Nate bolted to the room across from yours that he hadn’t checked yet, eyes tearing up at the sight of pale blue walls, a crib, little clothes folded into piles on the softest rug he’d ever felt.

   The front door clicked open followed by laughter, your laughter. Nate practically launched himself into the living room, everyone silent and staring at each other. You almost dropped your cup of ice cream as Nate pulled you into a tight hug, the both of you fighting back tears. “Oh my gosh Nathan.” You smiled hugging him back letting Sully take your ice cream. Nate pulled back only to tug you in for a passionate kiss, trembling hands roaming across your bump. “Normally I’d be mad at the sucking face in the living room but this, it seems justified.” Sully chuckled hugging Nate when he popped up. “You- you’re!” Nate beamed kneeling down pressing his forehead against your belly with a wince from the bullet wound to his side. “I would’ve told you sooner but-” “I know, it’s okay” He hummed peppering kisses across your shirt. “I don’t mean to be that guy, but we can’t stay here...and Nate’s bleeding” Sully cleared his throat and rocked on his heels making you and Nate to look over at him. “I’m thinking Australia? And rubbing alcohol?” He smiled nervously. “What?!” You pulled away from Nate causing him to whimper, letting Sully help him up. You sat him down on a wooden chair and got to work. “Here we go again.” Sully shook his head looking for bags and boxes.

Summary: Nate’s been sent to prison. Now you and Sully, well mostly you, need to find a way to help him get out, and you’ve thought of something brilliant. Featuring Nate putting pieces together and some Sully and reader bonding time!

Pairing: Nathan Drake x Pregnant!Reader

Warnings: Cursing? Maybe angst?, Don’t reaaaally know what to call it but I like!, pregnancy, I never proof read so prolly that

A/N: Guess whose laptop updated 😏

  Sully huffed carrying the last of your things into his apartment. “Alright...So!” He clapped his hands together looking towards you. “Tell me what the cops said about Nate’s...Situation. Unless you want to get settled and all first I mean that’s- that’s understandable and super cool too” Sully smiled a little awkward, not really sure where you stand with him. “We can talk. Might help honestly.” You sighed plopping down on Sully’s sofa. “Yeah, it also might make you punch me in the face so, there’s that kid.” He joked sitting next to you, happy to hear you chuckle a little. “What? You’re not gonna tell me yes or no to that?” Sully raised his brows hating the smirk you gave him. “So, they had Nate cuffed down so tight you’d think he’d killed somebody.” You started making Sully wince a little. “What? He didn’t, right?” You hissed sitting up straight. 

  “No...He did shoot...some guys...” Sully’s eyes closed before he heaved. “That being said, I’ve got no idea if they lived so, I couldn’t tell you kid, honestly.” His leg bounced to help ease his nerves. “So we’re being honest finally?” You scoffed, feeling like your slightly sour tone was justified as you forgot about telling Sully what he wanted to hear. “Fine. Then tell me how? How the fuck do two guys steal millions, how does one of those idiots get caught while the other runs off like some kinda-” You stopped your angry rant seeing Sully so nervous. “Jo, Jo Braddock that’s how...and maybe Chloe Frazer but that’s less likely. Kind of.” He looked down at you, not expecting a raised brow. “Who?”

  Sully rubbed the back of his neck. “Ah...Braddock is an old enemy of sorts, wants the same shit we’re after.” “Were after.” You corrected making sure Sully knew treasure hunting would be a part of Nate’s past. “Chloeeee...Enemy friend? Frienemies? She kinda had a thing for Nate, honestly, I think he did too hah.” Sully chuckled remembering their antics when they’d tried to work together the first time. “Not as much as he loves you- Of course.” He sputters seeing you deadpan. “Nice one Sullivan.” You huffed. Great, now you had some chick to worry about too. “Hey! I mean it kid! I’ve never seen him so whipped in my life.” Sully pressed a hand to his chest flashing the ‘scouts honor’ symbol.

  You both laughed a little, Mr. Whiskers opting to join you. “I know you want Nate to be done with all of this...But, that’s just not possible. I’m sorry, I really am kid. Once you’re in. You’re in for good.” He explained hopping up from the couch to open his fridge. “Why not?” You furrowed your brows turning around backwards on the sofa while Sully cracked open a beer. “Too many people know what he’s done and where he’s been. Plus, I know him well, He’s too good at what he does to just stop, it’ll never happen.” He gestured around. You hadn’t thought about that part. “He might would try for you and you know.” He pointed down at your stomach “The little guy but, realistically, no matter how hard he tried...It’d always come back.” Sully took a swig of his beer holding out another towards you. You looked at him like he was crazy making him nod “Right, baby n’ all. What a buzzkill amiright?” He chuckled bringing both beers with him anyways.

  “You’re fucking nuts man.” You laugh shaking your head. If you couldn’t get Nate out, you’d just have to help him while he’s in...and also in prison. Glancing down at the coffee table you noticed a pack of bubble gum. Nate loves that stuff, it made you sigh thinking about him offering you a piece with a pickup line the day he’d met you. “I know they make those things ah...” Nate snapped his fingers trying to recall. “Ice breakers! But Hubba Bubba has never let me down.” He chuckled holding a piece out to you making you scrunch your nose and smile. “Oh- do you? Do you think you’re smooth?” You grinned taking the gum. “I think I’m adorable.” He chuckled making you roll your eyes. “Speaking of...Adorable~” He winked to you, noticing your blush now. “I mean, I feel like that was pretty smo-” “Mmmm, Mediocre.” “Harsh.” You bantered back and forth laughing. You’d been staring at a pack of gum for six minutes, that’s when it hit you, there was a way you could help him from the inside. Jolting forwards you grabbed Sully’s laptop, unfolding it, forcing him to unlock it. “Hey- Woah now I don’t remember what I had open last on there so- Oh okay! Fine! Let’s just invade people’s privacy!” He spoke loudly as you shoved the keyboard closer to him. “Milfs2908....Seriously? What are you twelve?” You laughed taking the laptop back. “Gotta keep people on their toes! I mean who’d hack a guy whose password is that! Common curtesy in the hacking world, you can’t hack someone with a cool password.”

  You rolled your eyes opening the web browser typing in the prison name, clicking on their about and history page to find more. “What’s cooking up in that brain of yours?” Sully asked moving on to the other beer. “I think I know a way to try and help Nate. Might not be perfect but, It’s the only thing I can think of.” You explained your plan to Sully, who began to help you find out as much as he could on the prison. That’s when you found them, the blueprints. You took your time sketching them out for your plan, using different colors here and there to mark anything that seemed important.

  A month and a half had passed since Nate was brought to prison. He’d been stripped down in a room full of men, searched, given a checkup, and then got his ass kicked within the first two weeks. Ups and downs (Mostly downs) aside, they were finally letting him have visitors. He found it odd since most prisoners here weren’t allowed to, they’d been deemed too dangerous. He didn’t know you’d told them about being pregnant and asked to see him from time to time if he stayed on good behavior. “A Mrs. y/n Drake is here to see you?” The warden questioned while unlocking his cell door. “Yeah. s’my wife.” He smiled letting the warden cuff him. The man whistled “I bet she ain’t happy with you.” He joked making Nate scowl. “No, not particularly.” He brushed off his feelings as the warden walked him out to a table, cuffing him to it. “She’s good to come in, I’ll be right behind those doors. Don’t try anything.” He pointed at Nate, pressing a buzzer to unlock the heavy metal doors.

  And there you were. He noted your freshly done hair and makeup, and the coat you wore let him know it was beginning to get cold outside. God he missed you. “Baby!” He smiled as you walked up to him, a sweet smile offered back. “Nate...Oh my gosh your eye?!” You went to coo at him but immediately noticed the large purple bruise around his right eye. “Oh, that? It’s nothing. Really you should see the other guy!” He joked, leaning into your hand caressing his face. “I miss you.” You hummed opting to sit next to him on the bench seat, letting your eyes take in his slightly rugged appearance. He hadn’t shaved so he sported some stubble and his brown hair had been left without gel. He looked tired already. “I miss you too babe. I can’t believe they let you come to see me!” Nate wished he could scoot in closer as you shrugged off your coat.

  “I know, but I told them I just had to! Apparently, you’ve been pretty good” You nodded, elbows resting on the table, comfortable talk going back and forth for a while. You’d never felt self conscious around Nate but the way his eyes kept skimming over you, like there was something he was trying to figure out made you straighten your spine. Nate of course, really was trying to figure something out. You were lovely, always had been. He checked you out over and over again, until he finally realized, you look different. Your cheeks a little fuller, breasts a little larger, in fact, everything about you just seemed a little plumper. Not that he minded of course, finding the slight roundness to your middle cute. He decided not to ask, seeing that it could be from the stress he’d caused you.

  A buzzer sounded again, cue the warden coming back out for Nate after some time had passed. “Alright Drake, your sixty minutes are up. Say your goodbyes, she can come back another day.” The man sighed, checking the clock impatiently. “Okay- uhm.” Nate swiveled to look at you again, your smile spreading to his own lips. “I love you...I hope you still love me?” He mumbled leaning in. You giggle a little and connect your lips since Nate couldn’t reach. “Of course I do.” A sad tinge in your voice made Nate’s chest hurt. With that the warden uncuffed his ankle from the table beginning to take Nate away. “W-wait!” You call making the taller man turn to you with a confused look to match Nate’s. “Can I give him this? You can search it! I just- he really likes it. I figure it couldn’t do any harm.” You smile sweetly, nerves making your hands tremble as you held out a pack of gum.

  The warden scooped up the pack and opened it just to close it again. “Yeah, yeah I guess that’s fine.” He smiled down to you. “Thank you so much!” You gleamed tossing back on your jacket. As Nate took the pack of gum and went to turn back around with the warden, his eyes couldn’t help but land on your middle again. “I don’t care about Millions Nathan! I care about you, I want you, home with Us.” He let your words replay from your first meeting. Holy shit, we. You’re pregnant, aren’t you? His head whipped to look over his shoulder, but they’d already made you leave. Maybe he was just jumping to conclusions. Maybe he wasn’t, course he couldn’t risk asking in case...y’know you weren’t pregnant.

  Back in his cement room, Nate paced back and forth replaying your image in his mind. You were glowing, GLOWING. Sure, people gained and lost weight all the time, but something felt off. In the midst of his stress, Nate pulled out a piece of gum, popping it in his mouth. As he went to toss the wrapper, he caught himself, unfolding it. The number seven had been etched into a corner while the whole sheet had been used to draft part of a drawing. Why number it? Nate sat cross legged on the ground dumping all the gum from his pack he began to unwrap them all, stashing the unwrapped pieces back into the cardboard in hopes to chew it later.

  “Lights out in ten.” A warden called making Nate freeze, but no one came past. “What are you trying to tell me?” He huffed finally getting everything undone. Arranging the wrappers around a few times, Nate’s eye’s shot wide. “Oh my god! She’s a genius!” He laughed to himself. You’d drawn and aligned a blueprint of the prison on the inside of his gum wrappers. Vent systems, offices, cameras, alarms, all marked. ‘Good luck in there kid.’ Sully, ‘I love you! See you soon!’ y/n. Scooping up his wrappers Nate hid them away safely, laying back in his cot as the lights shut off. He was getting out of here. He was also...Maybe a father?