#maybe next time Honeybun

[sourlove]

Omg the jock is so cute I was wondering if maybe we could get a scenario thing we're maybe reader and jock are at a diner on a hot summer night just chilling idk how you want to interpret that but I love your writing so far ♥️

TW: YANDERE THEMES BUT NOT REALLY SHOWN. LUCAS IS A GOOD BOY

A/N: I immediately thought of like a small town in the 50s or 60s when I read this lol.

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Thanks for the ask!

The heatwave that settled over the town had everyone abandoning their houses in favor of hanging out at the lake or starting up their barbeques. You, on the other hand, were heading to a date with a certain someone that evening.

"Y/N! Y/N! Over here!"

You had barely even stepped into the diner when you were swept into a bear hug. You didn't even have to guess who it was, by the way your feet completely stopped touching the ground.

"Hi Lucas," you said wearily. The star football player grinned at you, eyes bright from beneath shaggy, golden curls. You snorted and ruffled his hair. "You doofus, didn't I tell you to get a haircut after practice today?"

Lucas pouted. "I wanted to get here before you did. Look, I got us a booth! You said you like booths so I got us one!"

"Yes, I can see that. Thank you, Lucas." You sighed as he dragged you to a seat at the back of the diner, where the crowd was thinner. Lucas squished himself next to you, instead of opposite, rendering the booth pointless. You didn't mind anyway, as you were used to Lucas doing this.

"What can I get you lovebirds today?" the waitress asked, giving the two of you a grin. You smiled back at her. She had always been kind to you and had on more than one occasion, smacked Lucas with a newspaper for trying to makeout with you in the diner. She playfully glared at him and he stuck his tongue out at her, hugging you closer.

"Hey, Donna. Can we just get two milkshakes and some fries?" You asked, ignoring the way Lucas buried his head in your neck.

"Sure thing, hon." Donna walked away to place your order and you patted your boyfriends head gently. Honestly, it was too hot for his shenanigans. You let him stay like that for a while, though. As much as you refused to say it out loud, sometimes you really enjoyed being smothered by Lucas. It was comforting, like a heavy weighted blanket draped on top of you.

Lucas sighed happily as you combed a hand through his curls. "I thought you said you like when my hair gets long? I was growing it out for you."

"I love your hair, short or long, baby," you said. "But not when it gets in your eyes. If you fumble on the field again, I think Coach is gonna get his scissors and hunt you down to cut it himself."

"You love me?" Unfortunately, everything else you just said was obsolete to this boy. "You mean that, don't you?"

"Of course she does," Donna chimed in, holding a tray of your food. "There has to be a reason she would put up with you slobbering all over her."

"Thanks, Donna. Um-there's only one milkshake?" you questioned.

"Yeah, and two straws." She winked at Lucas. "Enjoy!"

Lucas beamed and immediately stuck the straws into the frothy drink, looking at you with such hopeful eyes, you couldn't do anything but sigh and lean forward to drink. You had to admit, the cold drink was just what you needed to stave of some of the heat of the day. Your eyes fluttered close as you savored the sweet taste.

When you opened them, Lucas's big brown eyes stared back at you.

"What is it this time, Lucas?" you asked with a huff.

"You're just so pretty." He smiled sweetly, the big dope. "I like looking at you."

You and you smacked his arm, though it hurt you more than it probably hurt him. "You're such a sap."

"A sap for you, honeybun~"

"I said don't call me that in public!"

"But whyyyy?"

You stuffed fries into his mouth to shut him up, giggling at his puffed out cheeks. He begged you for more and you rolled your eyes but relented. Sometimes saying no to Lucas was like kicking a puppy, there was no logical reason to. You could practically see his tail wagging as he ate greasy diner fries form your hand, licking your fingers clean.

"Let's go home," he whispered softly when all the fries were gone. The look in his eyes was so intense you grew flustered. Lucas grinned and tossed a few bills on the table, pulling you out of the booth.

You called out a hasty goodbye to Donna and she smiled at the both of you from behind the counter. There was something odd about that boy and the way he looked at you. But then again, who was she too stand in the way of young love?

The night hadn't gotten much cooler, but there was a little breeze stirring up the heat. The smell of grilled meat and distant laughter told that people were still enjoying their evening. You would have to swing by to your neighbor's house later. He always saved leftovers from his barbeque for you and Lucas.

Lucas held your hand tightly as usual. He didn't seem to be in a rush like he was on other nights. "What's on your mind?" you asked, swinging your hands back and forth.

"You."

Shocker. You laughed and shook your head in disbelief. "I can't always be on your mind, dummy." He glanced at you in confusion.

"Why not? You're the best thing that ever happened to me!"

You stopped walking and stared at him. He tilted his head, the action making his curls fall into his eyes again. "What's wrong, honeybun?"

The stupid nickname, the shaggy hair, the dumb, sweet smiles. Everything about Lucas that you once thought was annoying, now made you smile about your boyfriend. This was bad.

He yelped when you suddenly dragged him down by his collar to mash your mouths together but soon reciprocated the kiss happily. When you released him, his face was flushed with another stupid grin plastered over it.

"What was that for? Not that I'm complaining!"

"Nothing," you hummed, linking your fingers again. You would have to get the leftovers later, it seemed. You had plans for your boyfriend that night. "Nothing at all, baby~"

A/N: Everyone seems to love Lucas! And I don't blame you, he's the sweetest boy. Thanks for the support! If you enjoyed this, leave a like, comment and reblog. My asks are open though I might not reply to them immediately, I will try to reply to all.

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[cowyolks]

SWEET ELIXIR

Pairing: Vampire!Keegan Russ x Female!Reader

Prompt: After an unfortunate capture, Keegan is held hostage by the Federation. Unable to break his tough resolve, Rorke injects him with a new type of drug, something that makes him inhuman. Now a blood sucking monster, Keegan is turned loose with the objective to hunt his fellow teammates, including you.

Words: 5.2 k

Warnings: Keegan is a horny vampire, Biting, Blood Kink, Oral (f receiving), Fingering, Blood sucking, P in V sex, creampie, obsession with pulse points, typical COD violence, a lil bit of cock warming to balance it all out. And I feel as if whiny Keegan needs it’s own warning.

A/n: this took too long. Bite me! Get it?

“You’re a tough son of a bitch to find.” The familiar growl of a former teammate met his ringing ears rather roughly.

If he was able to lift his head, he may have considered spitting on Rorke’s face in angry retaliation. But Keegan felt numb, he could no longer feel his fingertips against the cold restraints of his prison cell. His bare torso was more black and blue than his actual skin tone, and blood dripped from his torso down to his pants.

He was dying, that much he knew.

Yet, the Ghost would rather take a stabbing blade one hundred times to the heart than let the federation capture you.

He’d do anything. Fight anyone. Bear any wound or torture just to know you were safe. And maybe that made him foolish, and for that he’d willingly be called a fool.

It was supposed to be a simple scout mission, to access the liveliness of a border camp that the Federation had set up just on the outskirts of San Francisco. It was you and him, the quiet ones of the Ghosts.

You were a lethal one, always quick and steady on your feet. It had gotten you in trouble before ODIN, often times you’d be reprimanded by your Drill Sergeants before you eventually fell under the command of Elias Walker. You were forever in his debt, because now, you found a family you’d never known.

You’d been trying to crack Keegan’s shell ever since Operation Sand Viper. You were both so young back then, fresh out of High School and foolishly trying to prove yourselves. You’d fought tooth and nail with him the first few years, always attempting to one up each other.

Now, you worked as a well oiled machine. You covered his back, he shielded yours.

He smiled through the pain as he recalled how he’d been captured. You’d been so excited to go with him on the mission, the two of you hadn’t had any alone time in months. Simply resolving in hidden affections of stolen kisses and longing caresses he’d wished were more.

He’d finished scouting the camp, taking notes and envisioning tactics to take on the tangos once Ajax, Merrick, and Kick joined in. You were next to him, crouched down and putting your binoculars away.

“I gotcha something.” You hummed as you silently continued to shuffle through your pack.

His eyes fell away from the camp in finality, stepping back into the cover of everglade and leaves. His gaze softened slightly as he took you in, a faint crinkle catching upon the corner of his eyes.

You held out the faded package to him with a giddy look, and although your nose and lips were covered by your mask, he could still see just how happy you were to gauge his reaction. He felt his own lips pull against the worn fabric of his mask, a twinkle in his eyes as he studied the package now in his palm.

A honeybun.

He chuckled silently at the offering. You’d been quick to catch onto Keegan’s undeniable sweet tooth. He was always one to raid safehouses and cars for any sweet he could get his hands on. Often times you’d find him sucking on peppermints to break his awful cigarette addiction, something you found slightly amusing.

You didn’t mind tasting mint on his lips.

“Where’d you find the time to snatch this?” His voice was rough from not speaking, but the soft edge was still heard. You simply shrugged, watching him tear open the package. “I have my ways.”

He split the stale cake into two pieces, offering one out to you, which you took graciously. It had been a long time since either of you had anything sweet, regardless of it being stale and expired.

You chewed upon the artificial pastry, grimacing at the taste that reminded you of sugary sawdust, yet Keegan seemed to be enjoying the treat regardless. He licked the crumbs from his fingers, his jaw ticking slightly from chewing, it had been a while since he shaved. Still the shadow growing on his cheeks definitely suited him.

“What’re you staring at, doll?”

You scoffed at his teasing tone, lightly giving him a shove. Just as you were about to retaliate a gunshot rang through the night air. On instinct, the two of you ducked, yet it was far easier for you to drop to the ground.

Keegan shouldered his rifle, eyes glinting as he clicked the safety off and turned into the direction he thought the shot came from.

“It came from East of us, about four o’clock.” His voice dropped into his usual ordering tone. But a slow sniffle made him drop his gaze to you. Your hand was clutched over your shoulder, red already leaking through your fingers and soaking your clothes.

“Fuck! Hang in there, beautiful,” he felt his heart drop, even though you were doing everything right—Putting pressure on the wound. His own hand covered yours, pushing down even harder. You whined in protest which had him cursing.

“I know, doll. I know it hurts, but keep that pressure.”

He pushed a hand to his comm, frantically shaking fingers nearly missing the open line. Your blood smeared across his face accidentally. He’d never been so sick by the thought.

“Merrick! Requesting immediate EVAC.” His voice was commanding, though it rang loosely like you were underwater. The bullet wound hurt like a toothache, a constant throb, that had your eyelids betraying you like an anchor to sea.

“Hey!” Keegan spoke above you, lightly patting upon your clothed cheek to keep you awake. “I told Merrick our exact coordinates. Stay put, I’ll draw them away.”

You hummed, before he grasped your chin between his fingers. “Tell me you understand.” He ordered, just as you weakly held up a thumbs up.

“I understand.”

With a nod, Keegan left the cover of the brush, and that was the last you saw before your eyes closed.

His head whipped to the side, a forceful smack hit the flesh so hard it had him spitting blood. His knuckles clenched bone white at his sides.

“I’ll give you one last chance, Soldier. Where are you Ghosts holed up?” Rorke’s voice sounded more distant than it was.

“Fuck… you.” Keegan grunted, a deranged smile painted against his lips as blood slicked upon his teeth. Rorke chuckled, shaking his head slightly.

“Damn you Ghosts! Always so hard to break. But trust me, everyone has a breaking point. Even that little bird you have sleeping in your nest.” Rorke alluded to you, and it was enough for Keegan’s eyes to flare in anger.

“I think I’ll kill her last, she was always so weak.”

Keegan’s jaw clenched tightly, despite his numb body, he found courage to jolt forward, slamming his forehead into Rorke. The sound cracked across the cement walls, and while it sealed his fate, at least he got to hit the bastard one more time.

“Shouldn’t have done that, Russ.” Rorke growled, body swaying slightly before moving to the table designed for Keegan’s torture.

The Ghost’s eyes dropped to his lap, finally letting numbness take over as his eyes fluttered shut. Rorke’s footsteps approached, just as his large palm gripped upon Keegan’s neck, his pulse thumping dully. He tilted his head upwards, just as Keegan caught sight of the metallic syringe held in his opposite hand.

The fluid incased was a vibrant red, almost as if it was glowing. Yet, he didn’t seem to care as he slumped again, barely feeling the prick against his carotid artery. He’d hoped whatever he was being injected with would kill him. At least then he’d know you’d be safe and he wouldn’t have to keep up such a tough resolve.

“I’m sorry it had to be this way, but if you won’t tell me where the Ghosts are, you’ll kill them for me.” His words had Keegan’s brow furrowing, but before he could even let his mind run, a blade entered between his ribs, plunging into his heart and killing him instantly.

It had been two days since you woke up in the med bay. Two days since Keegan was officially marked as M.I.A.

You exhaled, as you settled your mask over your nose, looking forward and nodding towards Merrick, who appeared grim on the other side of the chopper. It was obvious he didn’t like the idea of you out in the field with a freshly healed bullet wound, but Ghosts looked after each other and you’d be damned if you left any quadrant unturned. You’d find Keegan, if it was the last thing you did.

Your shoulder ached against the weight of your pack, but it didn’t stop you from heaving extra med packs. Merrick chewed upon his lip again, eyeing you warily. You couldn’t help but narrow your eyes. Remembering his conversation earlier of how you weren’t on your game, stating this rescue was too personal. You’d argued that this was Keegan.

A gentle palm landed on your uninjured shoulder, causing you to glance up again to see the former Seal staring down at you with uncharacteristically soft eyes.

“We’ll find him, I promise you that.”

You found yourself nodding, determination flaring in your very soul as you listened to Merrick give the rundown.

“We don’t have leeway to fly out until tomorrow, so conserve ammo and don’t get caught. We’ll split into quadrants. I’ll take West, Ajax cover North, Kick go South.”

That left you to East. Where Keegan was last seen. This was the quadrant you needed to be at, it would be the one with the most tracks.

“Speak limitedly. Remember we are in hostile territory.” Merrick sounded just as your feet hit the mossy ground with a plunk.

You nodded, before falling back into the dark wasteland of the forest. Crickets chirped against the overgrown roots and owls hooted from the shared branches. If it wasn’t for your situation, you’d definitely enjoy sitting upon a stump and listening to the sounds nature gave.

Light from the moon floated against the swaying leaves, although it definitely wasn’t enough to illuminate the way. With a click and a beep, you pulled your night vision gear down over your eyes.

It was eerily quiet, especially for a camp being only a couple hundred yards from your location. With a clenched jaw you pushed onwards, head on a swivel as you suppressed the queasy feeling from your gut.

You crouched under some brush when your eyes leveled with the small hunting cabin that the Federation soldiers were camped out at. Tents fluttered in the balmy breeze. It was disturbing, to see a camp with life and light now had none.

No lanterns, no fire, no electricity. Nothing.

That was definitely not what it was like two days ago. If anything, the federation soldiers were too easy to find. Loud and obnoxious as they drank alcohol and burnt their fires too high so smoke flew over the trees lines.

Now you heard nothing. Only the hoot of the owls and chirping crickets. It had the hairs on the back of your neck standing up straight.

With a little exhale, you crept onwards. Slowly inching to the corners of camp, where you maneuvered around several empty tents, the entrance flaps open and flowing in the breeze.

Your eyes followed a patch of trampled moss, something that indicated struggle. Your heart leapt at the clue, at least now you had a lead. You crouched, leveling with the path. It lead to the old cabin. Maybe, just maybe Keegan was there and licking his wounds.

A loud crack sounded in front of you, just beyond the wooden cabin and out into the forest. You already had your assault rifle pointed towards the noise, just as you began to advance.

It sounded of a broken twig, as if someone was discreetly spying upon your stalking form. Your back finally hit the wall of the cabin, before you hesitantly peaked around the corner. Your jaw clenched at the sight of four bodies all face down upon the moss.

Your heart dropped when you saw the familiar mask of a certain ghost, the material lay against the ground, torn.

“No,”

You dropped the rifle to the side of the wall without a second thought, rushing to the bodies, relieved when you saw the tuffs of blonde hair and unfamiliar clothes upon the three bodies. Blood dried in puddles, almost like a cushion. The color was a dark brown, they’ve been dead for a while. Your heart pounded as you approached the last body, dark hair cropped so much like Keegan’s— dark tactical gear as well.

The body was a few yards away from the others, moss upturned like someone had grappled with him before they fell. With shaky fingers you flipped the body over. You let out a watered gasp, relief wrapping you like a blanket when the glassy eyes staring back at you weren’t Keegans.

You studied the Soldier, noticing the dirt under his fingernails, the claw marks in the soil next to him made it seem like he was trying to crawl away. Then you noticed how little injuries this guy had. The other three had visible gunshot wounds, and as you looked closer you saw the smoky black shells of Keegan’s signature bullets.

This body, had no wounds. No bullet to the lungs or heart. You crouched lower, turning his face to the side.

You clenched your jaw when you caught the laceration upon his neck.

Teeth marks.

You stood quickly, turning to the side to where your rifle was resting against the side of the cabin.

It wasn’t there.

Instead a loud click echoed through the night, your mag falling to the dirt as you looked to the man who held upon your rifle. A man that should have been Keegan, if it wasn’t for the bright red eyes and crusted blood over his chin.

“Keegan?” You couldn’t help but whisper, nearly cringing when your words got caught in your throat. The man in front of you nodded, setting your rifle back in its original spot.

“How’s your wound?” He asked. You took a step backwards, upon seeing him advance slowly towards you. His eyes never leaving your wounded shoulder, where bandages still rested upon the flesh.

“What? Why haven’t you tried to radio us? I’ve been eating myself alive.” You wailed, attempting to ignore just how much your brain was telling you to run. Maybe the red in his eyes was simply an illusion, perhaps he popped a blood vessel.

The creature, Keegan held up a radio he fished from his pocket. You faintly made out the broken material from a couple yards away.

“Have you been here this whole time? You must be hungry?”

Keegan’s eyes dropped to the body near your feet, just as his gaze trailed up your own until they landed on your shoulder again. You swore his eyes grew darker as he bit on his lip.

“Yes I’m hungry.” He murmured.

Cautiously you took a step forward, observing the way his body stiffened and how he seemed to be holding his breath. His head tilted to the moss below, refusing to look you in your eyes.

As you grew closer your heart plunged deeper. His eyes were red, this wasn’t some illusion.

“What happened to you?”

Keegan peered down at you, his eyelashes sticking to his cheeks.

“I-I don’t know. I was captured. Tortured.” He huffed, taking a step back as he inhaled too strongly. He brought his hand up to his temples, rubbing furiously.

You gaped at him, how he escaped was beyond you, how he was standing with no visible injuries— it concerned you more than if he would have came back bloodied and bruised.

“I need to sit down, you’re too loud,” he growled. Faster than a blink, a literal blink Keegan disappeared from your view, only a shadow inside the cabin indicating he was crouched over a worn out sofa.

It was inhuman to move that fast. Still, you needed answers. You figured this wasn’t the most horrific thing you’ve faced as a soldier.

You were silent when you approached next, the only indication you were near was when a floorboard creaked from under your boots and the door clicked shut behind you. “Let me check for wounds.” You whispered, now more aware.

“I already did. All of them healed, as if I wasn’t tortured at all.”

Your hand flew to his shoulder at his defeated whine, so uncharacteristically like Keegan it scared you. His nose bumped against your wrist. He let out a deep inhale.

“I blacked out, woke up to a soldier guarding me in this house. He tried to run, but I killed him.” He wheezed.

“How’d you kill them?” You whispered into the dark room, knowing the answer, but wanting him to confirm it. Maybe he’d deny it, and you’d wake up from this horrifying nightmare.

Monsters didn’t exist. Vampires weren’t real. Still…..

“I-I bit his neck, I could hear his pulse, smell the blood. I…. Drank it.”

Your breathing picked up, something that Keegan picked up on immediately. He was up from the couch in a flash, cool palms laying upon your cheeks as he pleaded.

“I couldn’t help it! Something happened to me, Rorke he injected me with this drug, made me like this. He said I would kill you. All of the Ghosts.”

Your hands wrapped upon his wrists, eyes wide as you listened to his begging. This thing, it sounded like your Keegan, maybe with proper help he could be saved. Maybe.

“Do you… want to kill me?” You asked, glancing upwards as you saw his throat bob. Immediately he shook his head, red eyes boring into you as his fingertips pushed against your pulse.

“No. I love you too much to consider.” He vowed, hands reaching ever so gently down your sides in an unconscious practice, something he did so frequently in the confines of your quarters.

“But God, you smell so good.” He whined again, nose falling ever so gently to your thrumming pulse point. You were ashamed at how quickly heat rushed to your core. He was some type of monster now, yet, still you felt the sudden need to be with him.

A monster in a cabin, how ironically cliche.

As if to make matters worse, you felt his intake of breath, just as his fingertips dug hard into your hips, like he was anchoring himself to you.

It was wrong, definitely not morally correct to lean closer towards him. To smell his scent of hickory smoke and twang of blood. Still, you couldn’t help but lose yourself in the feel of him. He was still your Keegan, and maybe you could make adjustments of his situation as you went.

A low hiss alerted you to just how uncomfortable he must be. Whatever he was, a lust for blood made him dangerous. And here you were baiting him like a worm on a hook, ready to be swallowed whole.

“I need you…” he growled against the nape of your neck again, heat swelled to your stomach. You weren’t sure if he needed your blood or you, maybe he wanted both.

Without so much as a second, you let your mouth speak before your brain could keep up. “Then take me.”

It happened in a whirl, so fast that you didn’t even register that your head was perched against the soft plush of the old sofa. His hands were on you, one attached to your hip while the other cradled the back of your neck.

You gasped at your new position, yet Keegan seemed to care less as he maneuvered your head to his, lips hungrily falling to your own in desperation. He was never one to act so brash, always taking time to kiss you and prep you. Now, he seemed to let those morals fly out the window.

His mouth was warm against your own, his lips slotting hard enough to leave your own swelling and full. Once out of your dazed position, you reached upwards, going to wrap your arms around his torso to pull him ever so tight.

Then you heard the rip.

A slow whimper left your mouth as Keegan hesitated to pull away. Your hand reached for your shoulder, your thumb brushed against the damp liquid of your own blood.

Instantly you grew rigid at the red color, your guilty gaze finding that Keegan was already glancing at the blood pooled on your thumb. His eyes screwed shut, even though his hands were working at the harness and buckles of your pants. Likely, he was trying to keep himself busy, away from the surely pungent tang of your blood.

“Breaking my heart, doll.” Keegan muttered through hesitant inhales, as if he was getting used to the scent. “I’m sorry, I pulled on the stitches.” You muttered, slightly unconscious of your opposite hand trailing upon his pleasantly cool chest.

His head shook, knowing it wasn’t your fault that you had obtained the gunshot wound. It was his, he was supposed to protect you, as he was right now. As he always would, regardless of the sweet and irresistible scent of your blood.

“It’s not your fault. But my senses are stronger. I see things I never saw, feel things more intricately, smell things more intoxicating.”

He brought your thumb to his lips, the heat of his tongue sucking upon the drop of blood on the fingertip, “taste things that’s never been so sweet.”

He dropped your hand with delicate care, strange for his new form that reeked of destruction. You peered up at him through your eyelashes, biting down upon your lip as he sniffed the air again.

“I can smell your arousal, ya know?” He teased, a toothy grin revealing slightly sharper teeth— fangs. Your face grew red with embarrassment, as you typically did with Keegan’s bold behavior in the bedroom.

“So are you just going to smell it, or are you going to help me?” You whined, your arousal only soaring as Keegan tugged upon the waistband of your pants and pulled them off your legs in one fluid motion.

“Oh, doll. I can’t wait to taste you.” His hunger radiated around him in waves, even with the balmy night air in the barely lit cabin, you found yourself shivering. Shivering as he lowered himself down further upon the couch, placing teasingly slow kisses upon each of your hip bones. His hands trailed down your bare legs, the callouses of his palms scraping pleasantly down to your knees.

Your thighs were lifted, now prettily perched upon his broad shoulders. He’d had the audacity to look at you through red hooded eyes, burning a hole into your very soul as his fingertips traced patterns on your warm flesh.

Your breath hitched when he tilted his chin down, his nose brushing teasingly against the swelling bud of your clit. Then, a curse flew from your mouth as he licked a stripe against your cunt.

He was purring, a happy hum leaving his throat as he kissed gently upon your opening. Your head flew back against the velvet cushion of the couch, hands gripping for anything that would anchor you back to the earth.

The floating feeling only increased as his lips suctioned around your clit, a lewd slurping noise filling the air.

A hand went to his hair, the soft midnight tuffs more outgrown than he usually liked. His palm pushed you down further against his lips, the feeling he brought you was much alike electricity— Alive, breathless, euphoric.

His other hand drifted down your thigh, the rough pads of his fingertips providing a beautiful contract that always drove you over the edge. So much blood on his hands, on his ledger, and yet he loved you so well.

The gentle push of his finger against your entrance had you moaning, the breach being enough to have the knot in your stomach pull taut. You wouldnt last long at the pace he was going, and judging by the smile printed against your inner thigh, Keegan knew it as well.

“You taste better than I remember, God.” He whined as if you were pleasuring him instead, his finger still worked in tangent, slick echoing against the skin in a dirty symphony. He added another, curling the digits against your walls just as he dove back in, flicking his tongue upon your overstimulated clit.

You clutched onto his head as you released against him, a slight growl falling from his lips as you echoed his name into the night. His fingers slipped from you with a pop, and just when you thought he would resurface, his lips parted again, falling to your opening. His tongue pushed into you, swirling heavenly as he lapped up all of your previous orgasm.

The sensation made you see stars, but he became ever so aware of what you wanted now. Your fingers clutched onto the collar of his ripped long sleeve, the material accenting his rippling biceps and chest nicely, yet you wanted nothing but to take it off. Keegan granted the silent command, pulling away from your weeping cunt and shimmying out of his pants and pulling his shirt over his head. You found yourself taking off your vest and shirt as well.

He leant over you like a sinner, praying to his God. His knees dropped to the far end of the sofa, just so his weight hovered over the top of you like a longing shadow, desperate to touch the object it always followed. His eyes were round and lusting as they took you in. You did the same.

He was beautiful. The moon overcasting his back and showcasing the upturnt scars and hardships in a milky glow. He was effortlessly strong, effortlessly comforting, and effortlessly eternal all in one. Your hand trailed down the soft curves of his chest, to his stomach. Goosebumps following after your fingers, as your nails scratched against the fine muscle of his abdomen.

Your hand flowed down his body like a gentle wave, when finally you reached his cock. He was painfully erect, the head of him leaking a fair amount of pre-cum. You chuckled silently into the night— as if you needed more slick, You’d swallow him whole, as you always did.

Your thumb brushed against his slit, massaging the cum down his shaft in a painfully slow motion that had him yelping desperately. His stubbled cheek once again found the slot between your shoulder, the tough hairs scratching pleasantly against your neck.

You pumped him, the sheer size of the ghost was always a surprise to you. His cock was lengthy and thick, no matter how much he attempted to warm you up, he still burrowed and stretched your walls to the maximum. Oh, how you loved it.

He held his breath as you lined him up to your entrance, not before brushing his head to gather the most of your slick.

“Ready?” He asked through a barely contained growl.

“Fuck me…” you murmured through a lustful stupor, finding yourself entrapped in his crimson stare as he angled his upper body above you. His arms caged by your head, meeting with your eyes he plunged into you, a slow hiss fell from his lips as he breached ever so slowly. Your own eyes fluttered at the sudden fullness he provided you with.

His head flew back as he whined, likely his unwavering control slipping inch by inch. Steadily you pulled his chin to your face and attached your lips again, providing a heavenly distraction as you tasted yourself upon his tongue.

He sheathed himself into you, biting upon your lip gently as he felt your walls flutter around him.

“So warm, doll.” He pulled away slightly to praise. Your stomach fluttered at his words, you sucked your bottom lip into your mouth, nearly whimpering when he pulled halfway out of your cunt.

He was ruthless as he slammed back down, making the breath fall out of your lungs in a violent symphony. He set the pace roughly, making you release a series of moans and pleads of his name.

His hands were everywhere all at once. His palms hiked upward on your thighs, pushing you into him while you subconsciously wrapped them around his hips in a constricted and possessive grip. The other flew to your breasts, kneading the flesh in a harsh hold. His fingertips pinched upon the hardening bud of your nipple, making you release a satisfied gasp.

“Keegan…. Please.” You didn’t know why you were begging, he was giving you everything you needed. He rutted particularly deep at your plead, digging himself deeper into the warmth he so desperately craved. He wanted to be a part of you, to feel you so closely and to pleasure your every cell.

“Fuckin’ hell sweetheart.” He cursed, looking down upon your flustered cheeks and panting lips. You fluttered around him again, making him lose all since of control he had before.

“I don’t know how much more I can take of you, I need it.” His panicked whine was enough for you to fall over the edge, his hips slapping into you at such a frantic pace it had you seeing stars.

He wasn’t going to stop. And you didn’t want him to. You knew what he needed, and you’d give it to him. Willingly and with open arms.

“Then take it.” You whimpered into the night air, watching his pupils blow and his thrusts to go even deeper. His little whine of protest was put to an end as his lips kissed gently upon your pulse point. His looming body caging you from squirming.

He didn’t stop his sloppy thrusting, even when he placed torturous open-mouthed kisses all down the soft flesh of your neck, until his tongue lapped gently against the thrumming pulse of your artery.

It pinched when his sharp fang-like teeth bit into your skin, yet the cooling nature of his tongue and lips pulled you to ecstasy. You clenched around him, having no time to warn him of your rapid orgasm until your legs wrapped around him tighter, your walls clenching his cock so tight his body was soon to follow you.

He was definitely in a nirvana-like state, his lips still suckling gently upon the sweet taste of your blood, his throat bobbing gently as he drank upon your life. His eyes were clenched shut as he rutted impossibly deep, hitting the very cup of your womb as he stilled.

He pulled away from your neck with a tough resolve, wanting more but knowing he couldn’t have it. Instead he focused on his earth-shattering orgasm, how his cock twitched inside you and released ropes of hot seed. He’d never felt so euphoric.

You laid limp under him, eyes flooded in darkness as you lazily looked to the blood slowly trailing down his chin. Your own blood.

Keegan collapsed, not even daring to pull his softening cock out of you quite yet. His weight was comforting, and as your fingers trailed to his chin, you collected the blood there, pushing it gently against his lips until he sucked the nectar off your fingertip with a satisfied hum.

Laying on this old couch in an abandoned cabin wasn’t ideal. And neither was the monster above you.

But you’d love him until your last breath. Even if Keegan happened to cause it.

#whew #news flash I still don’t know how to end smut #I want a vampire to bite me guys #cod #call of duty #call of duty ghosts #keegan russ #Keegan p Russ #keegan russ x reader #vampire AU

[frankcastlescumslut]

A House in Nebraska

pairing: frank castle x f!reader

word count: 3.8k

warnings: gore, violence, minor character death, amy bendix (lol), language, angst!!, eventual smut

summary: He was afraid of you. Afraid that you had made up your mind and had enough of him, that this was the final straw. But the worst thing, he decided, was the possibility that this, that he, was enough for you—that you would pledge your loyalty to a man like him. To a life like this.

a/n: hey! I’ve been sitting on this idea for months and finally ready to work on it :) this will definitely be a two-parter(maybe more), but I’m selfishly enjoying this little AU loosely following season 2!!!!

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comments/reblogs/likes are so appreciated, I love to hear your thoughts <3

“So… how did you guys meet?” “Stay still.” The strong stench of rubbing alcohol burned your nostrils as you leaned over, her foot tapping mindlessly beneath her crossed legs. “You didn’t answer my question.” “Amy,” you interrupted, her blue eyes baring right back into yours. “If you want me to paint your nails, sit still.” She huffed at that. You were used to it by now, never taking her attitude personally because being sixteen was hard enough, so you paid no mind. It was almost reminiscent, a painful familiarity with the way she embodied your sister, but you chose to forget the feeling like your life depended on it. In a way, it did.

Her nail disappeared beneath a glossy black polish, the surrounding skin also falling victim to an unsteady hand. She let out a sigh and continued to count the number of stripes on her socks.

“We met in Nebraska.” “Nebraska?” She sounded disgusted, and the small room filled with laughter. “What the hell is in Nebraska?” “Absolutely nothing.”

Ghosts. Distant memories. Everything was in Nebraska.

It’s where he found you, hiding as some housekeeper in a shitty motel. You were both running from things neither of you cared to talk about while sober, so you didn’t, but he kept looking for reasons to come back.

He blamed it on the esteemed breakfast, a vending machine honeybun, but you saw through him like he was an apparition haunting your strained heartstrings.

Come with me, he asked. Where to? You didn’t really care.

You were in too deep by the time you made it to Michigan—you both were, and yet neither one of you would admit it. There was something sacred about the secrecy and inability to label what you both knew was love, or something like that; it was too precious, and you avoided any chance at jinxing it.

“But you two are together, though, right?” Amy was obsessed with knowing everything. You think it’s her way of pretending that everything was fine. Fine.

“No.” “Oh.” She straightened a bit, and you didn’t miss the way her brows furrowed. “That disappoint you?” “A little.” “Good,” you smirked. “You’re too nosey.” “I call it a healthy amount of curious.” Her back hunched again, and she watched the way your eyebrows scrunched over her fingers. “You guys are shit at hiding it, anyway.” You chuckled at that, manually manipulating her hand to inspect your work. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Oh come on,” she says matter-of-factly. “You guys fuck.” “Amy!” You could feel your eyes bulging from their sockets. “I knew it!” She clapped her hands before jumping from the mattress. “You don’t know anything.” “Oh come on,” she searched your face, expecting to find any confirmation to her assumptions, instead finding your lack of eye contact disappointing. “Not even once?” “No,” you lied. “Happy?” “Not really.”

The mattress failed to hide the sound of her disappointment as she threw her body onto the spare bed. You allowed yourself to find amusement in her attitude long enough to sift through a dirty duffel bag, keeping your mind occupied with something other than Frank’s absence.

Gaining Amy meant losing Frank. Hour by hour, piece by piece, chunk of flesh by chunk of flesh. The waiting never grew easier, but you adjusted, just like you always do, ending up in motels that smelled like damp polyester and cigarettes.

“I’m starving,” she groaned, pulling you from your thoughts. “We’ll get something soon.” Your stomach gurgled in agreement.

Static crackled throughout the room, momentarily stunning you, before being replaced by a weather report.

High of 89 today with an 80 percent chance of rain, folks! Grab an umbrella and stay dry!

You laughed to yourself at that—stay dry—like you ever left those shitty rooms.

It was bittersweet with Amy. You missed the sun. You missed the late night diner runs. You missed waking up to forehead kisses and soft touches. You missed the easiness of it all, pretending to be two normal people that had two normal lives, and now you were confined to a room that reeked of nail polish and gunpowder. A prisoner and caretaker.

“What do you want for dinner?” you asked, attempting to lighten the mood. “Huh?” “Dinner,” you stated. “I’ll go when—“ A knock at the door ended your conversation. “Amy,” you locked eyes with her, “get in the closet.” Your voice dropped to a whisper as you pointed the gun towards the door. “No, it’s fine!“ She practically leapt from the cheap mattress. “Closet. Now.” Your arm aches almost as much as your stomach as Amy reaches for the door handle. She was so far away, it seemed, and your legs felt cemented to the floor. “I ordered food,” she smiled, opening the door to reveal a woman holding a box. “See?”

It felt like you were staring at one of your polaroids; Amy looked pleased, beaming at you with a sense of accomplishment that she got dinner. That she could do things. That she didn’t need your help—Frank’s help. Her smile was radiant, and for a moment, you almost felt sorry for her.

“You can keep the change,” Amy offered the woman a handful of cash before turning to you with that same naivety.

Stupid, stupid girl.

You knew it was coming, and yet your stomach still dropped when her smile faded and her eyes bulged from their sockets. Amy’s lips moved frantically, but you were too focused on the way the woman’s gun left imprints against her temple.

Stupid, stupid girl.

The woman looked satisfied, puffing out her broad chest while Amy tried to talk her way out of it. “Kid,” you commanded her attention, ignoring the way you could hear Frank’s voice in the back of your head. She stared back at you, tears welling in her eyes, and you hoped to God that she would understand what you meant as you meticulously cocked your head towards the closet.

The stranger wasn’t an idiot, and she shuffled backwards, somehow digging the gun further into Amy’s head. “If you try anything funny—“

Point. Shoot. Kill.

Amy flinched as warm blood decorated her cheeks like a crimson blush.

You wish you could embrace her and muster out a lie—that it’s all over, that everything is okay now, that things can go back to normal, but you can’t, so you pull her into the room. “Closet, now.”

She listened, for once, ducking her head and hurrying to the small space Frank had designated as hers. A part of you selfishly wished she had fought back against your order. Maybe then things would feel normal, and you could pretend that the brain matter surrounding the door frame was some maximalist’s creative direction. Maybe then you could imagine that the body below you was just a rolled up carpet that was being discarded because it was too much of an eyesore for the motel regulars.

You pretended, ignoring the corpse’s vacant gaze as you patted its body, shoving any remaining bits of your humanity down as you pocketed a wallet and fully loaded gun.

Point. Shoot. Kill.

It was one of the first lessons you had learned while on your own, and one that Frank never let you forget. He was right, unfortunately, and heavy footsteps reiterated the importance of the mantra as they approached your temporary home.

There weren’t many places for you to hide, but you made it work, you had to. The bathroom was small and smelled like mildew, but you couldn’t care about the dangers of black mold when you had a target on your back. The gun felt lighter in your hand this time, and your posture felt natural as you crouched against the bathroom wall.

Time didn’t exist in moments like this. The moments where the world sounded like warm, rushing blood and high pitched screeching. Moments where you become reduced to your primal state, clenching jaw and eyes blown wide as they study the mirrored motel room. Moments where you held your breath, watching and waiting in anticipation of who would barge into your temporary sanctuary, noting the constant footsteps..

The footsteps never stopped, not even as they stepped over the limp body and pooled blood. You foolishly hoped you would have been met with the familiar darkened gaze, that he would lift you by your shoulders and tell you that you did good, but the man that barged into the room was ruthless. Cold-blooded.

His gun was already drawn, spraying the mattresses and walls with bullets and fury, sending drywall crumbling and flaking onto your head and shoulders.

Point. Shoot. Kill.

You inhaled, not even considering it could be the last time your lungs expanded to its full capacity, before glancing in the mirror a final time.

You looked like a version of yourself you had buried long ago—a version that hadn’t emerged since you had left home. It was reminiscent of something you fought to avoid, but you couldn’t run this time, not as the pang of gunshots echoed throughout the motel room.

He moved quickly, and you wondered if he was trained on the same basis: shoot first, ask later. He wasn’t the first one you had encountered, trigger-happy and determined, and you knew they always ran out of bullets quicker than they should.

Your golden opportunity sounded like a few seconds of silence followed by a huff of air leaving your lips before you reached around the corner, catching the man off guard as you unleashed three rounds towards his rigid frame.

“God damnit!” he shouted as a bullet ripped through the meat of his thigh.

His eyes were black, rolling into the sockets like a blood hungry shark, and you genuinely thought his teeth would crumble under the pressure of his clenched jaw.

The bathroom was no solace; you were cornered, backed into a cage like an animal waiting for its turn to be brought to the slaughterhouse. Surrendering wasn’t an option. It didn’t exist for people like the one hunting you—for people like Frank.

The thought of Frank coming back to your makeshift home, littered with blood and bodies, made your stomach churn. It meant you failed, that you weren’t capable of keeping up with him, and it was embarrassing. You failed him; you failed Amy, and you failed yourself once again, though that mattered little anymore.

Your golden moment was quickly interrupted by the sound of grunting and a continuous stream of popping inching towards your hiding place. The wall exploded and ceramic tile flew towards your face before you realized what was happening, and you instinctively receded towards the small spot between the toilet and cabinet.

“Come on out, honey,” he called. “Can’t hide forever!”

You could tell he was hovering outside the remnants of the doorframe, probably waiting for you to crawl out so he could pretend to be merciful by putting a bullet in your head, but his labored breathing told you everything he wasn’t. Your guess was a severed artery, and although he should be down by now, you learned to never underestimate a man with nothing left to lose and steadied your gun on the edge of the counter.

“Just tell me where the girl is and we can figure this out like adults!” “Like adults?” You called out, scanning the bathroom for anything that could help your situation. “Sure,” he huffed out. “We can play house after this. What do you say?”

The toe of his boot peeked around the corner, and your body moved before your mind could catch up.

The man let out a guttural scream and folded in half, instinctively grabbing his bleeding foot. You wasted no time yanking the cheap plastic shower curtain from its holdings before leaping towards the assailant.

He looked like a beached shark, thrashing beneath the fogging curtain, but felt more like a mechanical bull as you held onto him with your thighs, tightening your grip around the curtain.

It happened quickly. So quickly that you hadn’t registered the throbbing pain in the base of your skull as you crashed into the already crumbling drywall. You weren’t sure how he stood, how he gained enough momentum to fling you off of him, but your mind and body remained disconnected as he towered over you.

“I’m gonna ask you one more time,” the man coughed, failing to cover his mouth. “Where’s the girl?”

This wasn’t supposed to be the end. This was humiliating, and yet there you were, blinking away stars and choking on dust. You attempted to sit up straight, regaining your dignity, before your knuckles hit the familiar carbon steel.

There was only one shot, and you prayed Amy had made it out and ran as far away from you as she could—this wasn’t a place for young girls, yet you felt small enough in that moment. This wasn’t the way things were supposed to be.

Point. Shoot. Kill.

He fell with a great thud, nearly landing on top of you. His mouth and eyes were still open, completely unsuspecting of his demise, and you were hypnotized by the crimson dripping from the bullet-sized hole in his forehead.

It was seamless, and you think Frank would have been proud had he walked in through the blown out door, but he doesn’t. Nobody was coming.

“He talked too much.” Her voice startled you, and you instinctively reached for the gun. “Whoa,” she warned, “it’s okay, it’s just me.” She showed her palms, emerging fully from the small closet.

“Amy,” you whispered, afraid that she was just an apparition.

“You okay?” She knew it was a stupid question the second it left her mouth, but she asked anyway—she at least meant it.

“Fine,” you huffed, pushing yourself to your feet. “We have to leave.”

“Leave? What about Frank?”

You had already limped across the room, adding the new guns and wallets to the duffel bag, and didn’t need to see the confusion on her face to know she was skeptical of your plan. “He’ll find us,” you tried to believe yourself, but you knew he would understand.

You’d had this conversation before; if anything were to happen to him, you and Amy were to find a Madani somewhere in New York. It was a 10 hour drive, but you were confident you could make it in six if you left now.

The room felt smaller with two bodies and crumbled drywall littering the floor. You could ignore the claustrophobic feel, but Amy stood frozen in place, studying the tread marked puddle of blood beneath her feet.

“Hey,” you started, “look at me. Look at me, Amy.”

She was pale, her eyes sunken into their sockets. It was impossible to make sense of how she looked so young, yet so hardened at that moment, but there wasn’t enough time to wonder. “Amy, we have to go, okay?” Her cheeks were soft beneath your palms. You tried to pull her from her trance, begging her to come back to the shitty motel room of death, but she stayed tucked away in the safest corner of her mind.

“You’re bleeding,” she muttered. “What?” “Bleeding. You’re bleeding.”

Her eyes led a trail to the soft curve of your waist. Your shirt stuck to your skin with an uncomfortable warmth, and you pretended it didn’t ache when you placed a few fingers over the gash.

You wanted to laugh at the irony, deluding yourself with a false sense of accomplishment. It was always too good to be true, and you were reminded of the cruel fact that things could always be worse as the sound of heavy footsteps pulled you from the pain. Amy ran towards the familiar hiding spot without being told, and your heart broke into smaller pieces.

It was getting old, the pointing and shooting and killing. It was getting old, and you were tired of calling the shots—you were tired of waiting for Frank to come back.

Fuck him. Fuck him for leaving you. Fuck him for leaving Amy. Fuck him for making you add two more heads to your roster.

Your arm ached as you leveled the gun, and you let out a sharp cry as your skin pulled in separate directions, the cotton of your shirt peeling from the wet wound. It was a matter of seconds before you would claim your next victim, but all you felt was the burning rage towards the man that left you in this position. It was automatic at this point; all you saw was a threat, so you acted, unloading rounds until all that remained was a busted door frame and tear stains against your grimy cheeks.

“Shit,” he whispered, not even acknowledging the body that he stepped over. “No no no, what happened?” He strung a hand behind your neck, forcing you to watch the way his eyes scanned your face. He meant well, you think, but you couldn’t look at him, especially as he thumbed through the tears that escaped your waterline. “Where’s the kid?”

God damn him. “Closet,” you choked out.

He was gone as quickly as he came, and your knees took the brute of the fall with a thud, masking the sound of the closet doors falling as Frank ripped them from the hinges. The stars in your eyes glistened, your peripheral shrinking, and you weren’t even sure if he was real. If he had actually come back, if he had actually left you on the floor, face to face with your bloody work.

“You okay, kid?” He crouched to her level, but she quickly uncurled herself, practically jumping from the small space to push past Frank and joined you on the damp carpet. “Are you okay?” she asked, her brows furrowing as she studied your face. “I’m fine," you whispered, bracing yourself against the mattress to hoist yourself to your feet. Frank hovered, like he usually did, unsure of his place between the two of you. His anger was palpable, and you made yourself as small as possible, limping towards the disheveled duffle bags. He watched you, noting the way you winced with each step. It killed him, knowing that his shit would eventually catch up to you, too, but he gulped it down, turning his attention towards Amy.

“I’m sorry,” Frank started, grabbing Amy’s shoulders before bending to her level. “I’m sorry this happened. I shouldn’t have left.” “I’m fine,” she mumbled. “Seriously. It could’ve been worse.” “Yeah, you coulda been killed. I shouldn’t have left you alone.” He regrets it as soon as it leaves his mouth.

Alone. The bile rose from your stomach and burned the lining of your throat at the indirect insult.

“I wasn’t alone,” Amy snapped at Frank before sinking into the mattress. “Look, this is all my fault. I was the one that ordered food, she didn’t know.” It was humiliating having Amy come to your defense like that, even though she was right. Frank’s stare burned, and your feet involuntarily took you to the destroyed bathroom to escape his attention. “What?” He spat. “I mean, really. I probably would have died but she handled them.” She crossed her arms against her chest. “It was actually kinda cool.” “There’s nothin’ cool about this,” Frank hissed. “C’est la vie, I guess.” “C’mon,” he ordered. “Pack up.” “Everything’s already ready.” She motioned towards the perfectly lined duffle bags that you had assembled.

He didn’t have much to say. He was almost relieved at the fact that you were ready to leave him. You could make it on your own, he knew that much. You were strong enough, but a part of him wished you didn’t have to be—that you didn’t have to deal with his shit.

Amy watched as he shifted his weight outside the bathroom door, his fingers flexing and clenching in anticipation.

His heart broke as he caught a glimpse of your reflection in the busted mirror, your head hanging low as you sat on the edge of the bathtub.

He was afraid of you. Afraid that you had made up your mind and had enough of him, that this was the final straw. But the worst thing, he decided, was the possibility that this, that he, was enough for you—that you would pledge your loyalty to a man like him. To a life like this.

“Time to go,” he finally knocked against the remaining wall. You were quick to listen, pretending that you hadn’t been crying, and you pushed past him. The carpet squelched beneath your stride, and you ignored it long enough to pull Amy into your chest, focusing on the sweet smell of her shampoo. She stayed there for what seemed like forever until she became cognizant of her flickering facade. “You okay?” you whispered, nodding your head as if you could somehow convince her she was. She followed suit, swallowing down any trace of emotion that threatened to spill over, but her eyes betrayed her. Frank had seen enough.

It was too much—too much of a reminder that he had failed again, that his perpetual failings would always result in the loss of a life. Your commitment to Amy’s safety was evident; it was a continuation of what you couldn’t give your sister, and he was ashamed that he brought you back to the place where he met you. “Let’s go,” he cleared his throat. You listened, as you always do, breaking your moment of respite with Amy to shove two heavy duffle bugs over your shoulder, not caring to look behind you as you head towards a bulky van. Amy watched you disappear, shuffling her feet in frustration. “You really should take it easy on her.” Frank said nothing, instead sifting through the empty pockets of corpses. “Hey,” she kicked the limp hand, forcing Frank to stop his search. “I mean it. Lighten up.” “You done?” He stood, completely towering over Amy. His jaw clenched against his will, yet she held his gaze. “Be nice.”

“Time to go.” He didn’t wait for her, so she watched her footing as she tiptoed over the broken bodies.

She lingered in the doorframe, committing the bloodbath to memory. It was fucked that she had to—that the motel room reeked of blood and guts instead nail polish remover and pizza. But that’s how these things went, and you watched from the safety of the van as she slammed the door shut on that dirty fucking room.

You pretended that her clumpy mascara was still intact as she climbed in the van's backseat. She pretended you didn’t jump at the sound of Frank slamming his door closed as he slid into his seat. He pretended that this wasn’t his karmic debt catching up to him.

A caravan of fucking liars.

“Where are we going?” Amy broke the uncomfortable silence, and you held your breath. “New York,” he said with a sigh.

New York, a Madani, and a caravan of liars.

There was a poetic moment of silence and anticipation, and then the engine roared to life.

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hello linked universe fandom, we have returned after months with queer rabbits. tried a more spaced-out format, trying to please people who said our other writing style gets too confusing. (i just think they cant read -dex)

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“What’re you doin up here, rabbit?”

“Ah—oh! Honeybee, hi. Sorry, did I wake you up?”Ravio turned to the side, watching as Legend sat down next to him on the roof.

Legend just hummed. “What’s wrong?”

“...huh?”

“You only do this when you’re upset. What’s wrong?”Legend shouldn’t push him, not really, but it’s the only way Ravio ever admits when something’s bugging him. They’re as stubborn as each other sometimes.

For a minute, it’s quiet, the only sounds heard being each other's breaths. Then, “I get scared when you’re away,”Ravio whispered, barely loud enough to be heard, “I get scared that you won’t come back. That you’ll get hurt, or worse. I mean—you got stabbed, bun. That’s—that’s scary.”

“I don’t like being away either,”Legend admitted. “I never know if you’re safe when I’m gone. Realistically I know you are, but..”The hero trailed off, ending with a vague, “Yeah.”

Ravio let out a breath. “Yeah.”He repeated with a small laugh.

Another silence followed, but this one felt…lighter than the one before. No baited breath, waiting for one of them to admit to anything.

“Wouldn’t want Hyrule’s best merchant to die off, would we?”Legend grinned slightly, a lopsided little thing.

Ravio couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Well lucky, I don’t want my favourite customer dying anytime soon!”

“Can we go back inside now? It’s freezing out here.”

“Well, Mr. Hero, maybe you would be warmer if you didn’t insist on wearing a dress in all weather!”Ravio tutted at him, but began to unwind his scarf from his neck.

“It’s not a dress! They’re tunics, not dresses. And they’re way more comfortable.”Legend complained, arms crossed.

“Whatever you say, honeybun.”He replied, simply looping his scarf around Legend’s neck a few times. “There we go~ You should be warmer now! I won’t charge you for this one.”

“You would charge me for it?”

“...nah, probably not.”He admitted with a sigh.

“Good. Guess that means I can take your scarf more often then, right?”

“You like it that much?”Ravio laughed, face tinting slightly red when Legend nodded in response. “Wow.”

“It smells like you.”

“Oh.”The merchant paused, not having expected that. “That’s nice of you to say, Mr. Hero.”

“Mhm.”Legend hummed out, leaning against the other. “...I’m sorry I got hurt.”

“No no no, don’t you dare apologise for getting hurt. You didn’t exactly do it yourself!”Ravio laughed. “...did you?”

“No, Rav, what the fuck?”

“Hey, you can’t blame me for asking!”Ravio cackled. “For all I know, you stabbed yourself so your lovely, caring boyfriend would nurse you back to health~”

“I’d rather die.”Legend huffed. “I wouldn’t trust you to look after me with a stab wound anyways.”

Ravio gasped, loud and dramatic. “That’s so mean! I would take the best care of you!”

“Yeah right.”

“I would and you know it. I’d take the best care of my prince,”He grinned, throwing the nickname in there just to see the hero go bright red, laughing when the other pushed him away, embarrassed.

“I-I told you not to call me that.”Legend complained, though the blush on his face and the way his ears pointed downwards betrayed any semblance of annoyance.

“Fine~”Ravio giggled, nuzzling Legend’s shoulder. “I won’t call you my prince. Even though it’s true.”

“Rav!”

Another laugh.

“We should probably go back inside though. You’re right, it’s a little cold.”

“A little? It’s fucking freezing.”

“You didn’t have to come after me.”Ravio offered a hand to the hero, helping him climb down the side of the roof.

“Yes I did,”Legend insisted. “I needed to make sure you were okay, rabbit.”

“Awh, that’s so sweet of you~”

“Go to hell.”The hero replied bluntly, sighing quietly when he was standing on the grass again, waiting for Ravio to hop down from the roof.

“I’ll probably meet you there, Mr. Hero.”

“Probably? Nah. You’ll absolutely meet me there. No doubt.”Legend snorted, heading inside the house when Ravio finally gathered the courage to jump down from the roof.

“Guess you’re never getting rid of me, then!”Ravio replied cheerfully, pushing his hood down once they got inside. He doesn’t understand it, but Legend has a rule about hats and hoods being worn inside. Says it’s bad luck or something.

The two made their way back to their bedroom, quiet so as to not disturb any of the heroes currently sleeping on the floor in the living room.

“You put your prosthetic on just to check on me?”Ravio realised belatedly, as they made it to the bedroom and Legend sat on their bed and began to remove the aforementioned metal leg.

“Couldn’t get onto the roof without it.”Was all he got.

Ravio wants to tease him for it, or remind him that he didn’t have to come and check on him, but any words he had died in his throat as he settled into bed, Legend curling up into his side. Legend was worried about him.

It’s…not too surprising—Legend’s always cared in his own way—but it still catches the merchant off guard.

“Rulie healed the wound after it happened,”The hero mumbled. “Made sure there wasn’t gonna be any lasting damage outside of a scar.”

“That’s good,”Ravio hummed, running his hands through the other’s hair. It’s suspiciously pinker than usual, but he won’t ask about it. Not right now, anyways. Maybe later. “Sucks that there’s gonna be a scar, though.”

“Eh,”The other shrugged, “It’s just another one to the collection.”

“Honeybee…”

“I know,”He sighed. “Sorry. It’s just easier to think of them as a collection instead of injuries.”

“It’s okay.”Ravio assured him, pressing a soft kiss to Legend’s forehead. “...you’re gonna take the scarf off to sleep, right?”

“Um…I wasn’t planning to, no, but if you’re worried about me choking or something I can take it off.”He laughed quietly. “Do you want me to remove it?”

“If..you don’t mind. I just worry that it’ll get tangled.”

“Fair enough,”The hero shrugged, unwinding the scarf and placing it on the table beside the bed. “I’m really fucking tired, so I’m definitely going to fall asleep soon, but if you need to leave again, wake me up. Okay?”

“Okay, good night bunny.”

“Night, rabbit.”Legend pressed a kiss to Ravio’s cheek before settling, burying his face into Ravio’s neck.

He was asleep within minutes, which isn’t really anything new. It warms Ravio’s heart a little, knowing that Legend feels safe with him. The merchant continued to play with the hero’s hair, staring up at the ceiling and listening to the other’s breathing. He knows he can’t protect Legend when he’s out adventuring, when he’s doing his job, but… At least he can protect him here, and at least he knows Legend is safe here. That’s all he can really ask for. Ravio knows he can’t make him feel safe all the time, but he’s glad he can at least make him feel safe in his own home. Which is a bit of an odd sentence, but he knows that Legend struggled with that a little bit before he came along. He sighed, closing his eyes. He shouldn’t still be awake, Legend will worry if he has bags under his eyes again. At least he fell asleep easily tonight, which probably had something to do with having the hero asleep in his arms, safe and sound.

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[leelei1980]

Loving Mr. Munson- In Sickness and in Health

Tw: None, Eddie being a sick sappy baby, but he's so cute we might just let him.

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Eddie-

Fuuuuuucckkkkk

I think I'm dying, like I seriously think I'm fucking dying.

I groan and cover my face with my arm, even that movement feels almost impossible, every fucking, muscle, every goddamn joint in my body ached, my throat burned. The flu, it had to be the flu, it had been going around the shop and-

"Fuck!" I turn to my side and glance at my alarm clock. " Shit!" Apparently my alarm never went off. I slowly sat up, pushed myself to my feet.

" Edward Munson, get that sweet ass of yours back in bed ." My Sweetheart rolled over to face me, a serious expression on her face.

" But Dollface, I've got to go to the shop-"

I watched as she sat up and reached for me."Baby, you aren't going anywhere. Your sick. Your taking the day off."

I shook my head, and even that small movement hurt like hell. " I'm the boss, I can't take the day off. I've got a shop to run-"

" Because your the boss you can take a day off, Baby, you can barely stand, what the hell do you think you are going to do, crawl under a car? I don't think so." She pat the bed beside her. " Climb back in here and get comfy. Let me take care of you."

I collapsed onto the bed and closed my eyes. "But I've got to call the the shop-"

" I already did. I talked to Johnny and everything is taken care of ."

" For real?"

" For real." She leaned over and kissed my forehead." Shit baby your burning up. "

I shivered. " I feel like I'm fucking freezing."

She jumped out of bed and tucked me in ." I'm going to go get you some fluids and some meds, don't move, stay right here."

" I don't think I could move if I even tried, you've got me tucked in so tight-"

" Snug as a bug in a rug!" She kissed my forehead again." Be right back baby!"

I sighed, closing my eyes again. God I felt like shit. Luckily I was a very healthy guy and getting sick like this was a fairly rare thing, the worst of it was when Robbie was in school, then we were both getting sick on the regular, and that was hell, trying to take care of a little one when you could barely take care of yourself.

A few minutes later my Angel returned with a tray full of supplies. I sat up as best as I could and she stood next to me, resting the tray on the nightstand beside me.

" Open up Hairybear."

" Am I fucking delirious or did you just call me Hairybear?"

" Nice to know you haven't lost your sense of sarcasm." She smirked. " And yes I called you Hairybear, that is how I will be referring to you from now on. I'm going to call the shop and ask if I can speak with my little Hairybear-"

" I don't think so Sugarlips-"

" Do you prefer Pookie? Schnookums?" She slid a little plastic sleeve over the thermometer.

" I like Baby. Baby works for me."

She smirked and carefully slid the thermometer under my tongue." Stay closed honeybuns." She pulled my hair back into a bun and wiped my face with a cool wet cloth and I felt like I was going to cry. Maybe it was the fever, maybe it was because I felt like absolute shit, maybe it was because this was the first time in my life that someone really truly cared for me enough to do something as simple as wipe a cool cloth over my face, and it meant the world to me. I heard a beep.

" Holy shit babes, we gotta get this temp down." She grabbed some meds off her tray and I opened my mouth and she popped them in, than held a glass of cool water to my parched lips. I took a long drink, looking over the glass at my beautiful bride. I could see the worry in her eyes.

" I'll be fine Sweetheart."

" I know you will because I am going to nurse you back to health." She kissed my cheek.

" You shouldn't be in here, your going to get yourself sick "

" In sickness and in health Baby, I took a vow and I don't intend on ever breaking it." She smiled. " That and I'm kind of in love with you so I gotta keep you around for a long, long time."

This time a tear did roll down my cheek. "Apparently I'm kind of a baby when I'm sick."

She wiped it away with a smile." It's alright Eds, all men are." She held my cheek and her hand felt cool against my skin. " We are in this together babe, I got you."

I fell in love with her even more in that moment. " Thank you Angel."

She winked at me and carefully handed me a mug of tea. " I put honey and lemon and whiskey in it. It will make your throat feel better."

I took a sip and could feel it coating my throat. It was soothing." Wayne used to give this to me when I was sick."

" My Grammy used to give it to me too, probably gave more whiskey than I should have had, I slept like a baby. Keep drinking. Are you hungry? Do you want a bath?"

" I'm fine, the tea is good. I don't really feel like fucking moving right now ."

" Than I'll keep you right here. We'll cuddle."

She was just about to crawl in bed with me when there was a loud knock at the door. "Drink up, I'll be right back."

I closed my eyes and listened and heard her open the door.

" Oh no, shit, your sick too? Well come on in."

" I'm really sorry, I just didn't want to go home and be alone while feeling this shitty." It was Robbie . Fuck

" Well go lay down and I will bring you some tea and meds too."

" Geez, thanks Mom."

" Smart Ass."

I heard footsteps and then saw Robbie pop his head into my room." You dying too?"

" Yup, pretty sure it's the plague."

" Must be pretty catchy because I got it too."

" Well go lay down and get some rest. "

" I will, you too. " He took off and I heard his bedroom door close.

A few minutes later my Princess crawled in bed with me, laying my head on her chest and running her hand over my hair." There, Robbie is settled in with Tylenol and tea."

" I really appreciate it Sweetheart, your so good to us." I felt my eyelids drooping as she played with my hair. " Your the fucking best "

" Why thank you Sir." She kissed the top of my head and I felt her run her fingers lightly along my side. It felt so fucking good being held by someone you love when you felt horrible. It was so soothing to hear her steady heartbeat beneath my ear, her even breathing, it was almost like a lullaby, and before I knew it ,I was fucking out, in the arms of my loving wife.

A couple days later I made sure that I repaid the favor when she woke up with a fever of 101.

As always thank you for reading,thank you for commenting, re-blogging and being awesome ❤️

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[jaxxwrites4you]

Rainy Day Snuggles - Stretch (BHC Swap Papyrus) x Reader

When the storm had started earlier in the morning you had been a little frustrated about having to reschedule some of your plans for the day. However when Stretch had still showed up, movies and snacks in hand, you couldn’t help but smile. Now the two of you sat snuggled up on the couch, you leaned up against him while he had his arm wrapped around your shoulders. The storm had calmed and now all you could hear outside was the soft pattering of rain against the windows and the roof.

“I think this is better than our original plans.” Stretch mumbled, resting his head against the top of your own, “You’ve been busy lately and I think a nice relaxing afternoon is more what you needed.”

He’s not wrong with that observation, you had been busy lately and while you were excited to go out for your lunch date, this was just as nice.

“I think you’re right.” You said, voice soft as you tried to fight off sleepiness, “I didn’t realize how tired I was until we got comfortable.”

The movie continued to play although the two of you weren’t really paying attention, by the time the first movie was done you were on the verge of falling asleep. You grumbled when Stretch had to get up to switch out the movies and he just chuckled softly, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your forehead. 

“Come on honey, I’ll be back in a sec,” He said, “Then I’ll go back to being your pillow.”

It didn’t take him long to get the next movie started, but you pouted at him until he was settled in next to you again. You were not happy with your comfiness being interrupted.

“Better?” He asked, wrapping his arm back around you and pulling you close again, you nodded up at him, your eyelids already beginning to feel heavy. The movie started and not even ten minutes in you were nodding off, the warmth of Stretch next to you and the soft sounds of the rain outside on top of the movie, all made for the perfect napping conditions.

As you drifted off into dreamland you smiled, despite being frustrated earlier, your wonderful bonefriend had still made today so nice. The two of you both ended up falling asleep for a while, before eventually waking up. You sat up and stretched, your back and shoulders cracking a bit as you did so and you couldn’t help but laugh at Stretch’s face.

“No matter how many times you do that it still catches me off guard.” He said, yawning halfway through his sentence, “So, what now, honeybun?”

You shook your head fondly and chuckled at him, getting up and heading into the kitchen.

“I’ve got the stuff to make soup and grilled cheese for dinner.” You said, looking over your shoulder, “And then maybe we can actually watch that second movie.”

He laughed, following after you, “Sounds good to me.”

Changing your plans hadn’t been so bad, today had actually been even better than you’d hoped for. Besides there was always another day the two of you could go out.

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[sashaisready]

Your Heart Belongs to Me - Part One

Sheriff Lee Bodecker x Female Reader (The Devil All The Time)

In late-1960s Knockemstiff, your husband Lee has been neglecting you for so long that you're starved of affection. Trapped in your domestic prison, could the young handyman working on your house be your ticket to freedom?

Warnings: smut/sexual references (light), angst, extramarital affairs, alcohol and drug use, alcoholism, some rough handling of female character by male character. Lee is quite dark in this story so please use caution.

Story Masterlist Part 2

You were rinsing the dinner plates and scrubbing the pots and pans when your husband came up behind you in the kitchen. You were humming to yourself like you often did during your chores, a little song to break up the monotony of your tedious duties.

Lee said nothing. He just quietly placed the crumpled piece of paper down next to the sink, pushing it across the counter by your elbow.

When you saw what it was your stomach sank so quickly you thought you might be sick. You felt your knees buckle as panic moved its way up your body, seemingly collapsing each of your muscles.

“Found this in the bedroom” he said quietly. You couldn’t read his tone which was always scarier, he was always more manageable when you could actually hear the anger in his voice.

You peered over at it intently as if you’d just seen it for the first time. “Huh” you uttered. “What’s that, baby?” Cutesy nicknames often helped appease him.

You knew feigning innocence would only get you so far, but you had to try.

“I was thinkin’ you could tell me” muttered Lee.

You carried on washing the dishes as if this was all no big deal, too nervous to turn around and face him.

“Sorry honeybun, nothing I’ve seen before” you said casually. “Maybe it fell out of one of my library books? People use all sorts of things for bookmarks”. You hoped he hadn’t noticed your breathing quicken, but of course he had.

“Maybe check it again” Lee said stonily. He held it in front of your face and you gingerly took it from him.

The paper was scrawled with chicken scratch handwriting. It looked like it had been written with blunt charcoal. It was actually an eyeliner pencil. You knew that, of course. You read it for the thousandth or so time since you’d received it. It was silly of you to keep it. You knew that then and you knew that now. But you thought you’d hidden it well enough. It was the only thing you owned which gave you joy. You treasured it, like a magpie guarding a precious piece of silver in its nest.

Never forget that each day your beauty catches me off guard. Your Heart Belongs To Me – H

“Sounds like someone has a sweetheart” you muttered, placing it back on the counter. “Shame it never found its way to the intended recipient I guess”.

Sweat dripped down your forehead as Lee hummed thoughtfully. You intently scrubbed at a stubborn patch of grease baked onto the pan.

“You know what’s funny?” Lee said as he placed a firm hand on your waist. “Your Heart Belongs To Me…ain’t that your favourite Supremes song?”

You gulped, going rigid in his grasp. “I-it is” you mumbled.

Lee chuckled. “A good husband knows his wife’s favourite song. I remember how much you used to play that one” he mused.

“Yes. When I had my record player, at least” you whispered tightly.

You froze as he continued his interrogation routine on you. He didn’t get to be Sheriff on luck alone.

“And ‘H’” he said thoughtfully, taking the time to enunciate the letter carefully. “I’ve been rackin’ my brains wondering who ‘H’ could be. Any ideas, sugar?” he asked, his grip on your waist tightening as his free hand joined the other side of you.

It was Harry, of course.

You knew that. Lee knew that.

Harry.

**

Harry had worked for you and Lee for a few weeks at the height of summer, building a shed in the yard and taking on a few odd jobs around the house as a handyman. Lee was too busy at the station of course, working long hours as he protected the town and did his duty. Many of those long hours were also spent in the company of prostitutes, or staring down a bottle of whisky in some seedy bar. He rarely tried to cover his tracks nowadays so you knew all about it. You saw the lipstick marks on his shirts in the laundry. Found that unfamiliar pair of discarded panties underneath the passenger seat of his cruiser (which you purposefully left on the dash so he knew you’d seen them). Smelt the liquor on his breath as he stumbled into bed with you countless hours after his shift had ended. Regardless, he had no such time to build sheds or put up shelves, so Harry was hired.

Harry, twenty one years old, fresh faced and beautiful. He seemed impossibly young to you, a living reminder of your lost youth – even though there wasn’t really that much difference in your ages, in the big scheme of things. His body was perfectly chiselled from years spent working with his hands outside, wide arms and broad shoulders, sturdy thighs and calloused fingers. Sometimes when you snuck glances at him as he worked - you’d catch him wiping his brow with his t-shirt, his exposed stomach like a washboard. He even had that prominent ‘V’ muscle creeping down to his crotch. You’d only ever seen pictures of that in the magazines. Nobody else in Knockemstiff looked like Harry. As he ran his fingers absent-mindedly through his long chestnut hair, you’d often feel your breath hitch and a tingle between your legs, suddenly thinking the type of thoughts that betrayed your marriage vows.

It started innocently enough. Mrs Bodecker, the Sheriff’s wife, is known for nothing if not being a good host. You’d bring him lemonade and home baked muffins, make him lunch, bring him wet towels to cool down with when the baking summer sun was too stifling. He was always so grateful, so appreciative. He’d tell you how good everything tasted and be openly in awe of your housekeeping skills. The most you got from Lee these days was a grunt, or he’d moan that he wanted porkchops when you made him lamb.

It was nice to have someone to talk to during the day. You were alone in the house by yourself most of the time, and your chores only kept you so busy. Harry would chat with you, ask you questions about yourself as he ate lunch and you cleaned the stove. He always seemed genuinely interested in your answers, remembering the details and referring to them again in later conversations. His attention was intoxicating, it made you feel special and important – as if maybe there was more to you than just being a homemaker and the Sheriff’s dutiful wife.

Your routine was that you’d put on your records as you cleaned, cooked, sewed and organised. Everything from The Supremes to The Stones, music brought you intense joy and brightened your days. Lee often called most of it a racket but you didn’t care. When he was out you’d shimmy up the stairs to the Four Seasons, scrub the bathroom tiles to The Monkees and dress your salads to Aretha. You’d dance by yourself, bouncing from room to room as you swayed to the music and tapped your feet. It was the only time you felt truly free, unencumbered by the dreariness of your day to day.

You’d tone it down when Harry was around of course, not wanting him to catch your embarrassing displays of frivolity. You’d sway to the songs, hum along gently, but reserved the real dancing for when you were alone.

Then one day you forgot yourself, getting caught up listening to Shout by the Isley Brothers. You just got carried away, twirling in the living room with your eyes closed and shaking your hips, leaping onto the couch and throwing your arms up with wild abandon. Completely unselfconscious and liberated.

You gasped when you saw Harry leaning against the doorframe, his gorgeous grin lighting up his face. You had blushed crimson as you stopped the record, ashamed to be caught in your private moment. But Harry had told you how much he liked it, he asked if he could join in. You awkwardly put the song back on and he began to dance too. You felt self-conscious at first but he took your hand and spun you around. His playful energy was so infectious you couldn’t help but relax and begin to enjoy it. Lee hated dancing and never indulged you apart from an occasional half-hearted slow dance sway at weddings. Dancing with a man who wanted to dance with you, who actually enjoyed dancing, was dizzying, particularly such a handsome man who had his pick of the girls in town.

After that, you and Harry danced every day. You’d take turns picking a record and would bop around the living room together laughing and twirling, he’d dip you and spin you around. You knew it was wrong, but you didn’t feel guilt – it was just dancing after all, nothing more. Besides, Lee was up to much worse, so what did a little dancing hurt?

Lee was becoming harder to live with. He’d stopped having sex with you, just occasionally demanding a hand or blow job when he’d stumbled in from the bar, swaying with drunkenness – sometimes running to the bathroom to vomit afterwards. He never serviced your own needs, never even kissed you. Once night you tried to seduce him with his favourite dinner and a slinky teddy nightdress, nibbling on his earlobe on the couch – but he merely waved you away and told you he was watching TV. You don’t think he’d even have noticed if you’d been nude.

You’d resorted to touching yourself alone in bed on the nights he was out, thinking about dancing in Harry’s strong arms and picturing his deep blue eyes as you bucked wildly against your hand, your face pressed to the pillow to muffle your cries. You’d been married for nearly seven years now, and this wasn’t how you pictured your life.

One particularly stifling afternoon you’d put on Your Heart Belongs To Me for Harry and had slow danced with him in the kitchen, his hands gently clasping your hips as you swayed in time together. You’d looked up into his beautiful, welcoming sea blue eyes and he smiled back at you so warmly that your heart skipped a beat. You rested your head on his chest and closed your eyes as his hands caressed your back and you thought about another life, another you, with Harry. He would love you and you him. And all would be fine.

“The Sheriff is so lucky to have you” he had whispered, and your eyes filled with tears because Lee would never think such a thing.

“When I get married, if my wife is anythin’ like you I’ll be a happy man” he said softly. “Beautiful..kind…fun…the best cook in the state” he laughed.

You looked back at him, unsure of what to say, just basking in his kind words. Inhaling them like much needed oxygen, your heart stinging as you realised you hadn’t heard anything like that from a man in so many years.

“This is my favourite song” you whispered.

Harry smiled again. “I think it’s mine too now”.

He gently lifted a finger under your chin and raised your lips to his, your skin buzzed with electricity as he kissed you so tenderly you thought your legs might give out. Every nerve ending in your body felt alight in that moment, as if someone had flicked a long neglected switch somewhere in your brain and you suddenly came back to life.

But you couldn’t do it.

“I’m sorry” you said gently as you broke away. You gestured to your wedding ring and Harry just smiled apologetically, kissing you chastely on the cheek as he went back to work out in the yard. It all happened so quickly you briefly wondered if it had just been your imagination.

As much as you wanted it so desperately, you had taken marriage vows. Yes, your husband wasn’t exactly keeping up his end of the bargain but that didn’t mean you had to stoop to his level. Besides, you had been happy together once. When you were young and carefree, and Lee had been a fresh faced deputy ready to fight crime and make the town a better place. You’d had no money but that was alright, going at it in the backseat of his car and spending hours at the creek just holding hands and talking about your hopes and dreams. Pooling your pennies to buy a cheeseburger for a late breakfast and splitting it down the middle, both vowing you’d go out for fancy steak dinners and champagne once you were married and he was making more money.

But climbing the ladder in the force hardened Lee, exposing him to so much violence and corruption it just became his day to day. He drank more and more to deal with the stress and his temper that had always been on the edges of your relationship moved closer and closer to the centre. You knew he resented you even though you didn’t fully understand why, perhaps because your days consisted of cleaning products and chopping vegetables safe at home, and you couldn’t begin to grasp how his world worked anymore.

That evening you made him a nice dinner and decided to make another effort to really try and bond with him. You knew it was probably out of guilt after Harry’s stolen kiss, but if it brought you two closer together then that was only a good thing.

But he didn’t come home of course, and you called the station but he’d already left and they couldn’t tell you where he was (a lie, you knew they always covered for each other with the wives). So his dinner went in the trash and you padded off to bed alone like you so often did. A crash woke you at 2am and you went downstairs to find Lee on the floor of the living room barely able to stand. You pulled him to his feet, seething, as he then collapsed into the wall knocking your beloved record player flying – you could only watch in horror as you heard it crack when it hit the hard marble of the fireplace.

It was ruined of course, beyond fixing. You sat on the floor clutching it in tears as Lee stumbled onto the couch, cursing at the wreckage and promptly passing out.

The next morning you stonily made him breakfast as he nursed a killer hangover and you were giving him the silent treatment over the incident. He knew you were upset as he was sweet as pie, which he only ever was when he felt guilty. The overenthusiastic niceness about the bacon and excessive compliments on your hair did nothing but rile you up further until you told him simply that you just wanted him to replace the record player rather than play out this ridiculous charade. He shifted in his seat and mumbled something about saving money and you finally lost it with him.

“That record player is the only thing in this house that I truly love and you DESTROYED it” you screamed. “You NEED to replace it”.

“I don’t NEED to do anythin’ with the money I bring home” he spat. “I feed ya, clothe ya, set you up pretty comfortably don’t I?? You don’t get to dictate what I do with my pay check”.

You had been furious, vibrating with rage, gripping the sink as your contempt for him flowed through your body.

“Maybe you’d have a bit more to spare if you didn’t spend so much on whiskey and whores” you had growled at him.

He stared at you in silence, his face clouded with anger. His blue eyes were so piercing that you feared they’d tear holes into your flesh. But then he merely chuckled, as if you’d said the silliest thing in the world. He went back to eating as if you weren’t even there.

“Lee, please” you reasoned, softening as you realised you needed to change tact. “I love my records. They make me so happy” you crossed the kitchen towards him, standing next to his chair and taking his hand. “Please, can we just get a new one. It’s the only thing I want, nothin’ else” you pleaded.

Lee groaned. You could see he was relenting, but not enough. The whores comment had probably stuck in his craw.

“Sorry sweetness, can’t do it right now. Maybe after a few more paychecks. I really didn’t mean to break it, I am sorry”.

He got up and kissed you on the cheek as he went to leave for work.

You waited until he’d left and then sobbed quietly at the kitchen table, your world suddenly much greyer and smaller this morning.

Harry had arrived as usual but kept himself to himself, clearly giving you space after the kiss. It was his final day working for the Bodeckers as he’d finally worked through the long list of jobs Lee set out for him. You busied yourself with your chores but it was all a lot harder without your music. You suddenly realised you couldn’t carry on like this. You’d finally had enough. Taking away your dancing was the last straw.

You brought Harry’s lunch out to him and a pitcher of sweet tea. He was as attentive and kind as ever, and your heart swelled merely be being in his presence. You knew it was now or never.

“I have your last pay from Lee and I’ll give it you when you finish up this afternoon”.

He smiled. “Thanks Mrs. B. I’ve enjoyed working here a lot. Thanks again for all your kind hospitality”.

You both looked at each other intensely, glimpses of sadness between you and it was clear neither wanted it to end.

“Harry” you said quietly, checking that no neighbours were nearby. “Would you take me somewhere tonight?”

Harry swallowed, studying you carefully as his eyes narrowed. “Uh yeah of course – but er what about-”

“He’ll be out all night” you cut him off. “Fridays are poker nights with the boys. I’ll be lucky to see him before midnight”.

Harry nodded “Alright. I’ll pick you up at eight, then”. His eyes sparkled as he smiled at you, and everything seemed a little bit more bearable.

“Okay. But I’ll meet you out at the dirt road so nobody sees us” you whispered.

He smiled back at you. “It’s a date”.

You grinned fiendishly, nodding and running back to the kitchen. The rest of the day went by in a blur, you were giddy with excitement, feeling those same butterflies you did in your teens when you first started going with Lee.

At the end of the afternoon you gave Harry his final pay as he bid you farewell and you thanked him for all his hard work. You both smiled knowingly as he walked out to his truck for the final time, co-conspirators in your private secret. You then ran the clock down until eight and finally jogged out to the dirt road. Nobody saw you, and even if they did, your neighbours knew you sometimes liked an evening stroll.

You heart pounded in your chest as you stepped into Harry’s truck and he greeted you with a sloppy kiss. You kissed him back firmly, his tongue finding yours and suddenly your fingers were through his thick hair. You didn’t even think of Lee. You just leaned into the kiss and climbed onto Harry’s lap, holding him so tightly that you might never let him go. He moaned softly against you and it was the most wonderful sound you’d heard in years. He pulled away and beamed at you, gently moving you back to your seat and he drove. He drove and drove. Far out of town and from prying eyes. You rolled the window down and felt the summer breeze whip through your hair as the truck sped through the night. You were free for a moment. Free from Lee. Free from the house. Just existing under the night sky.

Harry finally pulled over at the edge of an abandoned quarry and you just sat listening to his car radio, hands gently clasped across the seats. He brought out a liquor bottle and you shared it between you, grinning as the alcohol warmed your bellies and ran languidly through your veins. He lit up a joint and you both took puffs, you coughing weakly as you hadn’t smoked pot in years. You felt a quick thrill, the Sheriff’s wife doing drugs in the car of a young man who wasn’t her husband. You giggled as your felt your mind cloud and the substances take hold.

“I’m so glad you’re here” said Harry, as he nuzzled into your neck.

“Me too” you replied as your hands caressed his broad chest. “I wish I could stay in this moment forever”.

He nodded silently and your bodies melted into one another.

Before you knew it, Harry was lifting up your dress in the flatbed of the truck, his prickly stubble rubbing against the softness of your thighs as his lips found your core. You had gasped as his tongue worked their way into your folds, exploring every inch of you as you writhed and gyrated against him – putty in his hands. He curled a finger inside, then another, as your walls pulsed around him and you cried out into the night, your hands tight fists and your teeth biting down hard on your bottom lip. Your climax was overwhelming, a thousand explosions all happening at once as you shattered into a million pieces. Your mind was fuzzy from the drink, and the weed, and the adrenaline of this moment. Your eyes filled with tears, it was just all too much – your body had being crying out for touch, crying out for release, starved of affection and desperate for warmth for so long.

Harry wiped your eyes with his thumb and kissed you softly as he finally took you under the night sky, thrusting into you with ferocity but never roughly or crassly. You felt him entirely as you hitched your legs around his waist and allowed him to sweep you away with butterfly kisses from your breasts and up to your forehead. The stars shone brightly above as the glow of the moonlight bounced off of your skin.

Itchycoo Park by Small Faces was quietly playing on the car radio, the song echoing around the truck bed, the music filling in the gaps between your collective whimpers and moans -

“It's all too beautiful, it's all too beautiful It's all too beautiful, it's all too beautiful It's all too beautiful, it's all too beautiful”

And it was.

You both climaxed together, Harry’s hips shuddering against yours as he filled you to the brim with his spend. You weren’t on birth control but you didn’t care, all that mattered was this moment – being with him – feeling the warmth between your legs. You both lay in each other’s arms panting as you came down from the high of your orgasm, just watching the stars and enjoying the weight of one another’s bodies.

The hours slipped away and you headed home. Your heart was heavy that it was over, but you were overjoyed it had even happened. You would remember this night forever, it would be your lighthouse in the choppy sea. You could go back to it in your mind anytime you wanted. Your soul had been nourished. Your heart fed.

As you finally pulled up a few streets away from your house you checked your make-up in the mirror, it was silly really as you were only going to bed – but it was a habit, and it gave you a bit longer with Harry. He watched you attentively as you applied a bit more lipstick and carefully smoothed your hair.

“I’m movin’ to the city tomorrow” he whispered.

His words cut through you like a knife, the thought of never seeing him again chilled you. But it was probably for the best.

“Oh that’s great” you told him softly as you cupped his cheek, running a finger along his lips. “What an adventure”.

“Mm. Gonna get a good job. Start a new life”. He looked at you sadly.

“That sounds wonderful. You’ll do great things” you whispered, trying to restrain the tears from falling.

“Come with me” he said sombrely, pressing his forehead against yours.

You laughed softly, your hand clasping the back of his neck. “Oh sweetheart, I’d love to. But you know I can’t”.

“Why not?” he asked, his tone earnest and his eyes wide. “We can get an apartment together. Dance in the living room every day. I can…make you happy”.

The tears began to fall then, and you let them. For a moment you considered it – you could pack a case now and sneak out early in the morning before Lee even woke up. There was some cash stashed in the cookie jar in the kitchen cupboard, you could take that. Get a job out there, maybe wait tables or learn to type. Live with Harry and start a new life. Every fibre of your being told you to go.

But you couldn’t.

“You’ve got your whole life to live, sweetie” you told him kindly. “Go out there and live it, please. For me. You can’t have anyone holding you back”.

He smiled, his eyes watery with tears. He knew you were right.

He pulled a dog eared receipt from the floor of his truck and helped himself to the eyeliner pencil from your purse. He scribbled on the back of the receipt, his tongue poking out of his mouth as he concentrated on the words. He handed it to you silently.

Never forget that each day your beauty catches me off guard. Your Heart Belongs To Me – H

You gasped as you read it, holding it tightly to your chest.

“Thank-you, Harry. I will never forget you”.

He kissed you one last time, a delicate lingering kiss as his fingers stroked your cheek.

“I’ll think of you every time I hear that song”.

“Goodbye, Harry”.

You shared one final look, smiling warmly at one another – so much unspoken between you both, yet everything crystal clear.

And with that you stepped out into the night. It was too hard to look back, so you marched back to your house with your eyes forward, the tears falling. You clutched the note tightly in your hand as you unlocked the front door.

Lee was still out, of course. Oblivious to all that had taken place. You hid the note deep in your dresser, under piles of tangled necklaces and odd earrings which had long lost their partner but you didn’t want to throw out – ever optimistic the other would return. You got into bed and cried yourself to sleep.

That was months ago now. You’d sleepwalked through your life since, your domestic tasks much more gruelling with the absence of your records, your days quieter without Harry for company, your spirit duller now you could no longer dance. If Lee had noticed any change in you then he hadn’t shared it. The whiskey fuelled late nights continued, an endless cycle stumbling into bed in the early hours. Tedious small talk was all that you shared.

You thought about Harry each night, the feeling of his strong arms around you – the softness of his pillowy lips against your collarbone, the groans he made when he felt you wrapped around him. You’d read the note often, clutching it to your body as if you’d somehow be able to feel him through his words.

“It’s all too beautiful

It’s all too beautiful”.

All until now, when Lee had discovered your little secret.

#lee bodecker x you #sheriff lee bodecker #lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker #My heart belongs to you fic #dark!lee bodecker

[harrywavycurly]

With Husband!Eddie can we fine out what the ex said exactly? Maybe a text the next morning between Eddie and Wife explaining a little more what happen?

Hiii babes!! So I didn’t do it as a text I did it as a conversation they had while she’s making her coffee the next morning! So I hope you still enjoy it!💖

-this is a part 2 kinda thing to this✨

-grab a snack this is a long one😂

*You don’t know why Eddie is mad…it’s not really even your fault*

“We are out of creamer? What the hell…” “we need to talk about this…” “yeah we do because i was just at the store yesterday why didn’t you tell me we were out of creamer? You know I can’t have my coffee without it Eddie.” “Baby…you know that’s not what I’m talking about.” “It wasn’t my fault.” “Really? You hitting someone…in the face isn’t…your fault? You’re gonna need to explain that to me sweetheart because from where I’m sitting it’s absolutely your fault.” “Well then go sit somewhere else because it wasn’t…she came up to me and Robin I didn’t go looking for her…didn’t even know she fucking existed till last night.” “What happened?” “Well I was sitting at the bar with Rob…I was having a margarita because you know I’d been craving one so I was about half way done with my second one when I can just feel someone staring at me.” “Ah okay you were drinking tequila…makes sense….continue.” “So I looked up and this chick is just glaring at my drink…or that’s what I thought she was doing so I was polite and ordered her a margarita since I assumed she was just mad I have better taste is beverages than her little glass of white wine…” “oh god you sent her a drink?” “I thought I was being nice!” “Okay okay then…what happened?” “Well turns out she was staring at my wedding ring…and I found that out because after she got her margarita she came over to me and said and I quote Eddie sure had lowered his standards if he married you.” “Oh fuck…” “so naturally I asked how she knew you and that you in fact don’t have any standards so it’s impossible to lower them.” “Thanks baby…” “she said she knew you from high school and you know what I’m so tired of running into girls that have ridden the Munson Express okay? So like this is actually your fault because you have too many ex hook ups walking around Hawkins.” “Excuse me? The Munson Express is that…is that what you call…never mind…but this isn’t my fault.” “Well it wasn’t mine! She then said you must’ve been dumber than she remembered for asking someone like me to marry you so that’s when uhm…that’s when I think I hit her for the first time…” “because she called me dumb?” “No one can call my husband dumb besides me…but don’t worry I handed Robin my drink and my ring before I hit her…didn’t wanna waste it or get blood all in my ring…that shit is so hard to get out.” “It’s disturbing you know how hard it is to get blood out of your wedding ring.” “It just gets all in the little cracks and stuff.” “Baby…I love that you want to defend me but I don’t need you to do that okay? I thought I was done with getting phone calls from Jim at two in the morning?” “I thought you were too…I’m sorry.” “Let’s just not have it happen again okay?” “Then tell your fucking fan club to leave me alone Edward unless they wanna end up like little Miss White Wine and find themselves on the floor of the hideout and that’s the scariest place to ever find yourself.” “Yeah they don’t ever clean the floors in the place.” “You still love me?” “Yes I still love you…I had to explain to the boys why I had to go get their mom from the Hideout at two in the morning.” “Well Freddy would’ve had my back…I love you honeybuns.” “I love you too sweetheart…so need me to run to get you some creamer?” “No I’m gonna go borrow some of Wayne’s and fill him in on the gossip…you know he loves fighting stories.” “Oh yeah he loves hearing how his daughter in law keeps kicking people’s asses…” “uh don’t be rude…it’s just daughter we don’t do the in law stuff.” “Tell him I said hi.” “Will do…I’m bringing Freddy.” “Why not Michael?” “Because you’re holding him….” “Oh…right.” “Mhm…knew he was gonna be a daddy’s boy.”

#eddie extras #husband!eddie munson #eddie munson series #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x fem!reader fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you fluff #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x wife!reader #eddie munson social media au #eddie munson request #conversations with eddie munson #Eddie Munson #my little dungeon master baby

[sunflowersteves]

this is totally self indulgent, but could you maybe do the fruity four and how they would deal with a reader on their period with bad cramps and mood swings? like taking care of them, etc?

so sorry I forgot to post!!! listennnn i got carried away with Steve ok aksjsjs don’t judge. anyway, I hope you enjoy, lovely

steve, at first, has no idea what he’s doing. like you complain to him that you’re on his period and he jumps into action to run to the grocery store.

mans is fighting for his life in there because he forgot to ask you important details like brand, size, etc., for your pads. he also forgot to ask what you’re craving for and it sends him into a kind of panic.

so what does he do? he grabs a basket, rolls it over to the pads/tampon isle and just shoves a shit ton in the cart. he’s picking out literally everything and just shoving it in there.

he then moves to the food isle and is doing the exact same thing. he’s grabbing chips, candy, sodas, cake, cookies, and even bread. just a load of bread. anything and everything is going to be in that damn cart. he also got you pain meds and a heating pad. but just one of each.

the total comes to like $147.56 but he doesn’t care. He slaps his parents credit card down to the cashier and starts bagging up the groceries. that man is on a mission and price be damned.

once he’s back home, he sees you huddled on the couch with a shit ton of pillows and blankets. “Stevie?” he squats right in front of you, taking your hand and giving it a kiss. “yes, dove?”

“Will you rub my tummy? it hurts.” he just smiles bright at you, forgetting all about the groceries still in the car. he’s crawling into the blanket and pillow fort, snuggling into you. he starts to rub soft circles onto your lower abdomen. “I love you, stevie.” he presses a kiss to your forehead, “I love you too, baby.”

nancy would already have absolutely everything you need. she always has a plan and is always prepared, so she’s definitely prepared for this.

she also knew it was coming, the woman had it on her calendar marked, “my pretty’s cycle.” but this time your cramps are bad. like you’re in the shower and can barely stand up kind of bad.

she watches you come back into your room—eyes furrowed with pain. “baby?” she’s immediately onto you, a hand resting on your cheek. “do you need me to get the heating pad?”

you’re nodding, trying to speak but it only comes out as a cry. she lays you down and prompts you to roll up onto a ball to help the pain. she’s bringing the heating pad over and plugs in into the outlet.

she places it onto your lower abdomen and she almost leaves to get you a glass of water, “nance, please don’t leave.” tears are pricking your eyes because Jesus Christ it hurts and she’s immediately comforting you.

“hey, hey, it’s okay, I’m here. I won’t leave I promise. scoot over, okay? yeah, that’s it. I’m right here, baby.”

Robin would also be panicking because she doesn’t really get cramps and has no idea what to do. literally no clue.

she bought three different kind of period pain meds bc she wasn’t sure what brand. she saw an owl shaped heating pad and bought it with the rest of her family video money immediately.

i have a feeling that your period cycles are also aligned. so she’s also on her period when you have yours. she’s buying extra pads and tampons, especially since she knows you have a much heavier flow sometimes.

she would also cuddle you all day, she’s not leaving your side. she’s giving you back rubs because you’re in pain again and she has no idea what to do.

“thank you, robie.” she’s pulling you closer to her, pressing a kiss on your temple. “I love you, baby.”

and you’re giving her a boop to the nose, her smiling brightening even further. “I love you too, honeybun.”

Eddie knows that he as to be as patient with you as possible. you get bad mood swings on your period mixed with cramps and it’s not the best.

one moment you’re cuddling him and refuse to leave his side and then the next you’re crying in frustration. “I can’t get the damn lid open!” he’d walk over and open the jar, watching you huff and puff in annoyance.

don’t even get you started with technology. if the tv isn’t working, you are screaming profanities left and right in frustration. Eddie just calms you down, wrapping you in a big ole hug. you slowly ease into a steady breath, snuggling into his chest.

now, when it comes to cramps, eddie feels so bad. he knows he can’t do a damn thing to help, especially if meds, heating pads, and tummy rubs don’t work. when it’s like this, he never leaves you side. no matter what. the man is a koala.

and you don’t mind one bit because he’s just so comforting to be around. he’s pressing kisses onto your cheeks and neck and tummy. he’s curled up in a ball right next to you in case you need him—a few fingers touching your wrist. he’s right where you need him, that’s for sure.

#fruity four saturday˚ ༘♡ #forgot to post yesterday #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x y/n #robin buckley x you #nancy wheeler x reader #nancy wheeler x y/n #nancy wheeler x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n

[yelenasdiary]

Hey! Could I request for flufftober some Scarlett Johansson comfort? Maybe she's comforting reader after a hard day when she comes home to reader crying? Thank you! I love your work <3

Cuddles & More

Pairing: Scarlett Johansson x Reader 

Summary: Scarlett makes you feel better after having a bad day

Slight Angst | Fluff | 0.8K | Mentions of a Period | Light Language Warning | 

AC: Thinking about how fucking great a hug from Scar would be! I hope you enjoy this and thank you for your lovely compliment on my works xx

Flufftober Masterlist

Nothing set your mood drop off, it just happened. You thought it was just a sign of your period coming in the next few days, but you couldn’t help but curl up into a ball on the sofa and cry. Your heart ached for your girlfriend to come home just to make you smile but she was busy with work, and you didn’t want to bother her, so your day was blue and the sleeves on your shirt were soaked with tears. 

Your mind wondered to darker thoughts, thoughts about your looks and the way you felt about yourself, but you kept telling yourself it just had to be a sign of your next period. There was a stash of chocolate in the fridge that had your name on it as you manged to drag yourself from the sofa to the fridge but opted for an apple in frustration of your thoughts then made your way back to the sofa. You were so down in the dumps that you didn’t hear Scarlett come home early. 

“Baby, I’m home” she holla’s but got no response as she threw her keys on the kitchen countertop. She heard the snuffles coming from the living room and frowned with concern. “Sweetheart?” she called but again, nothing as she entered the living room to see you curled up in a ball. “Honey, what’s happened?” she rushed to your aid, wrapping her arms around you, and pulling you close to her. “Your home” you sobbed, “I’m sorry, I just, I don’t’ know why I feel so crap” you explained as you wrapped your arms around her tightly. “It’s okay honey, sometimes we have shitty days and need a good cry to let it out” she rubs your back softly. Just being in her arms was already making you feel better. “You should’ve called me, you know I don’t like my love being alone in a time of need” she added slightly pulling away so she could look into your eyes, “I didn’t want to bother you at work” you admitted as she brushed the hair out of your face and wiped your soaking cheeks. “You could never bother me, ever. I’d rather be here with you” she kisses your forehead and wraps you in her arms once again. 

Scarlett always knew how to make you feel better, just seeing her walk into the room was enough to make you smile. She made you feel loved in every single way, even in the littlest ways possible, she never left the house without telling you how much she loves you and how much she cares for you. “I love you baby, always. How does spending the rest of the afternoon in bed with all the snacks and cuddles sound?” she suggests earning a nod. “I’d love that” you smiled softly. “I’m going to run to the store and pick out all your favourite snacks and then when I’m back, I’m going to turn off my phone and give you all the cuddles and kisses you want” she smiled before kissing you softly. 

While Scarlett went to the store, you took a warm shower and got into one of her hoodies that you loved so much then made yourself comfortable in bed and waited for her to return. The hoodie lingered faintly of her perfume that brought you comfort while she was gone, reminding you how much you loved her, not that you needed to be reminded but sometimes it was refreshing. 

“Alright honeybun” Scarlett smiled as she entered the room with a large bag of snacks and poured it all onto the bed. You chuckled at the mess, “I got everything I could think off. I also got us some fruit for late but that’s in the kitchen” she kicked her shoes off and grabbed something more comfortable to wear. “Thank you, baby,” you said before munching down on some potato chips. “It’s more than okay my love” she smiled and slid into the bed next to you. “So, what trashy movie do you think we could bitch about?” she asked as you snuggled into her side. “I could watch Mean Girls” you suggest with another bite out of a potato chip. 

The two of you watched countless movies and made inside jokes about it as you both giggled endlessly at each other’s jokes and comments. Eventually you fell asleep in her arms as she traced patterns on your hip and kissed the top of your head ever now and then. “You’re amazing, baby” she whispered as you snored softly. 

When you woke up, you were still in the warmth of her arms as she watched another movie. “You’re awake” she smiled as you looked up at her, “I feel heaps better” you smiled softly. “I’m glad, but promise me that if you ever feel like that again you’ll call? Because it hurts to see you like that, I’d rather be there for you then away” she spoked, you nodded and kissed her lips softly, “I love you so much, thank you” you replied. “You never have to thank me” she held you tighter, “you’re my person” she added. 

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#scarlett johansson #scarlett johansson x reader #fanfiction #flufftober

[quil12]

Souyo + pet names ?

I was honestly laughing so hard while I was writing this - it's probably a little bit cringey, but I think it's cute lmao

Yosuke yawned, stretching his his arms up as he he laid with his head in Yu’s lap. They were just watching a show before going to bed and he was starting to get tired. 

He readjusted himself, turning so that his ear was resting against Yu’s leg. It was more comfortable like that - it did come with one small issue though - he could only barely hear what was going on anymore. He wanted to turn the volume up, but the remote was up on the table next to Yu’s left arm - way too far out of reach.

He tapped his arm. “Babe, hand me the remote.”

Yu looked down at him, a slightly confused look on his face before reaching over and giving it to him. Had he said something weird?

He shrugged past the question, turning the volume up by a small bit, settling further against him. It was a lot better now - not to mention, he was so content right then that he would be happy to fall asleep right there. 

Yu reached over, starting to run his fingers through his hair. That was nice. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to drift off. 

He woke up some amount of time later to Yu’s hand on the side of his face. “Let’s go to bed, Love.”

He blinked the sleep out of his eyes, sitting up. Love? He had never called him that before. He didn’t hate it, but it was a little weird. He was too sleepy to really question it though, so he just stood, beginning to follow Yu into their bedroom.

- - -

He woke the next morning to the smell of breakfast being cooked.

He yawned, reaching over toward Yu’s side of the bed. As much as it was to be expected, he was disappointed by the fact that it was empty, only a small, lingering warmth remaining. 

He groaned. He wanted to go find him. 

He stood, heading toward the kitchen. Yu was standing over the stove, moving something in a pan. 

He walked up to him, wrapping his arms around his waist, pressing himself up against his back, burying his face against his neck, relishing in his warmth. 

“Good morning, Sweetie,” Yu said.

Sweetie? Why was he calling him that? He shrugged it off.

“Good morning.”

“Breakfast will be ready in a few more minutes.”

“Okay.”

Yu hummed and Yosuke lifted his face up, watching as he cooked. It was comfortable like this. He loved mornings like this.

He had to move after a minute so Yu could go grab something else, so he went and sat down at the table, lamenting the fact that he couldn’t hug him anymore. 

He watched him as he finished cooking, bringing two plates of food over to the table, setting one down in front of him. “Here you are, Dear.”

Dear now? Why was he calling him things like that.

“Uh, thanks, but why are you calling me things?”

“What things?” He tilted his head.

“Just now, you called me ‘Dear’. You’ve never called me anything like that before.”

Yu hummed. “I don’t recall.”

Did he not remember saying that or something? He guessed that it was possible that it was some unconscious thing that he had started doing, but, he couldn’t help but think that there was more to it - that he was messing with him. If that was what he wanted to do, then he could mess with him right back.

“All right, Honey, it must just be my imagination.”

A small smile tugged at his lips, all but confirming his theory. “Must be. Is there anything you want to do today, Darling?”

It was a day off, so they could really do whatever they wanted. Part of him did just want to stay in today.

“Nothing in particular, unless you had something you wanted to do, Baby Doll.”

He hummed. “I did need to go grocery shopping, if you want to come with me, Sunshine.”

“Maybe I will. What time did you want to go, Honeybun?”

“Probably in about an hour, Pumpkin.”

“Sounds good, Gummy Bear.”

Suddenly, Yu started laughing. “All right, I’m done.”

“Done with what?” 

Yu smiled at him, rolling his eyes. “You don’t need to play dumb.”

“How am I playing dumb? I’m just using my words to tell you just how much I love you, Mon Cher, my one and only, my little honey bee.”

Yu laughed. “All right, Lover Boy, eat your breakfast before it gets cold.”

Yosuke smiled broadly as he grabbed his fork. He really did love mornings like this. 

#souyo #fanfiction

[kokorosfanfics]

here there uh am I allowed to request a oneshot of a shy!fem reader pegging Teruteru? maybe during the beginning of it she’s very hesitant and nervous about it and just have Teru reassure him and comfort her about it, and maybe at the end have her just bury her fact in Teruteru chest because she’s kinda embarrassed & but Teru just supports and reassures here? (Sorry I couldn’t think of anything else and not very good with wording things, hope this is ok- ;w;)

Yes you can, dear anon. I'm happy to see new requests again while I'm finishing the old ones. It keeps me hopeful about the resurrection of this blog. -Mod Kokoro

Teruteru Hanamura Being Pegged By Shy!Fem S/O

Here you were, hovered above your beloved Teruteru. Strap-On equipped, lubed up, and ready to go. You began to slowly enter him. You were always shy and nervous, and this was no exception. You hadn't done this sort of thing before, and you desperately wanted to do it right. You didn't wanna hurt him, and you didn't wanna disappoint. Teruteru must've sensed your nervousness, because he reached a hand up to cup your cheek.

"Don't cha worry sugar dumplin'.~ You're gonna do real good. You're already doing very well.~" Your lover reassured. His face was already flushed. He was enjoying being filled.

You simply kissed him, before slowly beginning to move in and out of him.

"Ahh.~ Jus' like that cher.~ O-Ohhhh so good.~" He panted.

You took that as a cue it would be okay to speed up a little. You had your hands placed firmly on either side of him, while looking down at him. Your face felt really hot.

"Oh yes my dear!~ Faster.~" He purred with a wink. He began to hold onto your shoulders for support.

You began thrusting at a faster and harder pace. Back and forth, in a rhythmic motion. Teruteru began to have a nosebleed.

"Oh my love!~ I feel so, so good! Oh don't stop this now, it feels so wonderful!~" He cried out in ecstasy.

"T-Teru.~ I love you so much.~" You whispered into his ear.

"Oh I love ya too darlin'. You wouldn't believe how much I love ya!"

You went faster. You ended up going deeper inside him, making him moan out in even more pleasure.

"Darlin'.~ I'm close.~" He moaned.

You kissed him on the lips passionately before speeding up as fast as you could. You felt him call out your name into your lips, before he came.

You stopped so you could both relax for a moment. Both of you were panting from what you had just done. You still felt a bit nervous, and immediately buried your head into his chest.

"Aww, is my little sugar dumplin' still feeling shy?" He chuckled.

He began to ruffle your hair, and gently caress you.

"We had a good time, and you did amazing honeybun. You don't gotta worry about a thing."

"O-Okay." You nodded.

Teruteru pulled you in for another kiss.

"You up for another round darlin'?" He asked.

You nodded. You began to slowly pick up the pace again, moving the strap on some more. You ended up going deeper than you did last time.

Teruteru was actually pretty noisy. He didn't hold back his moans, and they sounded beautiful. He reached up to cup one of your breasts, and bring it close to his mouth. He began to suck on one breast while he fondled the other. He's making sure you both get pleasure.

"Mmm~" You moaned softly. Teruteru was great with his mouth, swirling his tongue around your nipple, and he could leave soft bites without hurting you.

"Ahh~ T-Teru~" You couldn't help but fuck him even harder.

The hand on your other tit began to softly twist and pull, squeezing and squishing.

You plunged deeper into him, and you knew he felt it from the gasp you felt on your breast. You were hitting his prostate perfectly.

You continued your pace, realizing he was close to his next orgasm. Before you knew it, he came undone once again.

Teruteru began to pant pretty hard, and so did you.

"That was..... Wonderful..." He breathed out.

You face planted into his chest again, still feeling the heat in your face. Teruteru brought a hand up under your chin, making you look at him.

"Now, how about I penetrate you this time.~" He spoke seductively, before he flipped you over.

You were gonna have a good time, and Teruteru would make sure to fuck the insecurity out of you.

#danganronpa #teruteru hanamura x reader #teruteru x reader #teruteru hanamura #teruteru #danganronpa teruteru #sdr2

[vegalustirra]

[Self Ship Drabble] Sweet Kisses

It wouldn't leave my mind hahaha... So uhhh... Enjoy my rushed writing. 😅

“Alright, let's see how you like this one.” Vega picked up a piece of chocolate that she had made. The both of them were just sitting on his bed this evening. The assortment was certainly a bit vast. Never did Sabo expect to see a pink piece of chocolate, let alone a few in the box he was given. He had insisted on having Vega feed these to him, seeing as she put so much love & care into them.

He would have the next piece of confectionery settle in his mouth, letting it gradually melt. The piece of dark chocolate had an orange filling in it, yet he didn't say anything to her in terms of what he thought about it. His silence was a bit longer than usual this time around, which concerned Vega.

“Is something wrong with it?” There was just this worried tone in her voice, as if she was scared that she might have messed up. Surely, it was fine… right?

Sabo would soon lay one of his gloved hands on her shoulder, giving her a gentle smile before speaking.

“No… I just think that I shouldn't experience the taste of this one by myself… So…” He would get closer, not letting Vega say anything more as he suddenly kissed her. Taking advantage of her parted lips, he would make this sweet kiss go deeper as he closed his eyes. The flavor of the orange filled dark chocolate would linger within their mouths as their tongues mingled.

The taste of the chocolate was creamy & bittersweet, with the orange filling adding a refreshing note to it all. During this, slight sounds of delight would come from Vega. It was clear that she did enjoy the sudden gesture.

After about a minute or so, he parted from the kiss. His eyes opened once more to see Vega all flustered. She would cover her cheeks, still processing what her boyfriend had just done.

“W-well… Oh my…” she started, averting her gaze from Sabo, who was now laughing at her reaction.

“That was wonderful, my honeybun. I really enjoyed that a lot more than I expected to.” His tone was light, almost melodic to some degree. Whether he meant the kiss or the chocolate was anyone's guess. “I feel like we should do this with the rest of the confectionaries you made, don't you agree? Maybe… we could do something more afterwards as well?”

Vega didn't say anything as she gazed into Sabo's gray eyes once more, noting that they were half-lidded now. If she had to admit, she was practically speechless from the French kiss. All she could do was nod at him, a slight whimper escaping her lips as she did so.

“Good! Shall we get started again? I think we should try one of the ruby chocolate pieces next…”

#sweet ramblings of mine #𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐚 | 𝐒𝐚𝐛𝐨 𝐱 𝐕𝐞𝐠𝐚 #oc: vega lustirra #one piece oc #self ship #chief of staff sabo #revolutionary sabo #I did this to myself lmao

[lailakotori]

Hey i was wondering if you could write headcanons for Wilford with a reader whos shy and dosnt talk much? gender neutral pronouns please :}

Headcanons Shy and talk least reader | Wilford x GN!Reader

Omg, my first request- *Exciting Scream*

Ok ok, calm down myself. These headcanons make my brain work fast like a car and make me excited, I love to imagine how this dynamic couple being cute asf . Enjoy my first headcanons on Tumblr! :DD

Summary: Wilford and SHY!GN!reader some headcanons

TW: fluff, Just fluff, English not my first language so- I’m sorry for how bad I am T.T

Your first meet is in the disco club. You go with your close friend because they want to hook up with someone. They let you alone in a loud place. Drink some water and wait for the bestie to come back. You wait so long, I could say you are so boring and want to go home right now. Until you meet Wilford who drinks a margarita next seat of you, When he saw you he tries to talk with you like. Of course, you so nervous because you too shy to talk stranger like him.

But damn... You are so comfortable to listen his speech. Don’t have to answer the question all the time, just listen. Sometimes he asks about you and you answer but not much or long like his, And he neverminds about that. (Such an angle *sod*)

Then your friends come back from hook-up, You and Wilford say goodbye. he got your number and said “I’ll call you later, Honey!” that make you blush hard and run to your friends.

That night change your life.

He calls you every day, every night. Sometimes talk about other egos, Sometimes talk about his TV shows. He loves to tell all the things to you.

Both of you always meet in the disco club and take the time together like talk or dance on the floor.

Wilford loves to call you ‘Honeybun’ because you’re shy like a bunny and act sweet like Honey.

And yeah...he calls that cuz he has a crush on you.

He flirts with you with a joke to make you giggle. He loves to see you smile, It’s like a precious for him.

One day, he invited to meet another ego, Especially Darkiplier his BFF.

When you meet all of ego first time, It’s got your nerves so much. Wilford holds your hand and try to make you calm, Speak to you with gentle voice.

Every ego adores you like sister. They treat you well but that make Wilford jealous them cuz you talk more than before but not with him.

After that, he hugs you in the living room. Not let you go anywhere, you try to but it's didn't change.

“...W- Wilford”

“Mhm...” He mumbles on your head.

“Can you let me go? I- I’m thirsty”

“No honeybun, we’ll stay at this forever” he tight his arm

“Then how to M- make you let me go” you ask, lay eyes see him sulk.

“Talk to me, more than everyone”

“Huh-”

“No ‘Huh’ honeybun”

You try your best not to make it awkward, and he satisfied them so lets you go and peek at your cheeks. That's make you embarrassing.

Illinois knows Wilford is in love with you, So he tries to help his own best to make both of you date together. Yancy suggest music to make them dance together.

Of course, Dark knows too but he didn't seem to care that much. He just saw two idiots trying their own best.

Wilford is the person who asks you to date with him, and you say yes :))

You and him fully being partners, Not as besties but as Lover.

Now now, SIMP TIME BITCHES

He always thinks about you and talk about you like how cute you are. And it's make Dr.iplier annoying asf. (LMAO I CAN’T-)

Every time he saw you, He kiss you everywhere and tell how adore you are.

At every celebration, Wilford would invite you to dance together.

He loves a hugs! <3

He always tells you about a day he is, You listen carefully and braid his little hair.

Sometimes he teaches you to learn how to talk more but if you are uncomfortable, he decided to stop right now.

But you know what? Maybe he will not teach that thing because he learns something from you.

‘Talk less, Smile more’ that’s what he learns, And he prefers to let you be like that.

Of course, you’re shy and talk less but didn’t mean don’t have your own love language. Your love language is time quality. And Wilford is physical touch as l said he loves to kiss and hug you.

He love to see you were a pink color match with him.

He dreams that one day, you and he will marry and have a family.

#wkm wilford #ahwm wilford #wilfordmotherlovingwarfstache #wilford my beloved #wilford warfstache #markiplier fanfiction #lailakotori #markiplier fandom #markiplier egos x reader #iswm wilford #wilford x reader #canon x reader #canon x y/n #self insert x canon

[keenie-bopper]

' ' hm. what's your menu? I can't visit, but maybe I can reminisce in it. ' '

- @huskey-sour (Husk)

I'll be darned, if I remember all the crazy drinks my boss comes up with, but we do have some classics. You know Cosmopolitans, Daquiris, Blue Lagoons, Bellinis, all the sweet stuff.

I'm not the best at mixing. Something just doesn't feel right about an angel handing out alcohol. But our SWEETS! That's a different story. We make the best Honeybuns, but name any baked good and we sell it. Cookies, cakes, brownies it's the best place for a midnight snack.

I know you and the other guests can't visit, but next time I leave for work, remind me to bring all the food that will go bad the next day back to the Hotel. It would be a delicious breakfast.

#hazbin hotel rp #hazbin hotel roleplay #hazbin rp #helluva boss rp #helluva rp #sugar buzzed au

[comatosebunny09]

Okay, you shared the ficlet about hugging Kyojuro (which was beautiful btw) but can you also imagine the first time you hold hands? Like maybe he's trying to lead you somewhere and then just doesn't let go, or you're walking next to each other and your knuckles brush a couple times before he finally loops your fingers with his, pulling your hand closer until he can hold it completely, his fingers slotting perfectly between yours. His hand is warm and his palm and fingers are rough with calluses but he holds yours firmly, keeping you with him...so you don't get lost, so he can keep touching a part of you while you're in public, because holding hands is easy to brush off if you don't want to but you squeeze his and he squeezes back before he finally looks at you and smiles...

(this got a bit away from me as I was writing and thinking about it...lol)

Thank you, honeybun! The thought of him being all insistent about holding your hand is so adorableeeeee, uuuuuuugh! I just thought about being his tsuguko, freaked out from one of your missions, and Kyo holds your hand the entire time after to keep you grounded. And even after you insist that you're feeling better, he still won't let go. At that point, he's holding your hand for more than just your own comfort.