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keirawantstocry · 3 months

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If you need ideas, I have a few.

Maybe canon divergence with fitpac date, with tubbo going with them, because they did asked him if he wanted to join them.

Or maybe something about post-prison, with them having to start over, and also having a talk about what happened in the last days, processing their emotions.

i love you so much i hope you know that xoxo

AU WHERE TUBBO DOES ACTUALLY GO ON THE FITPAC DATE WITH THEM

Tubbo’s calamitous trains of thoughts came to a sudden stop when Fit spoke. “Come with you guys?”

The guys in question were both standing in front of him now, dressed up for their date. Fit, in a fancy form fitting suit and Pac in a nice button up and slacks. Their expressions were mirrors of each other; earnestness and concern.

“Seriously?” Tubbo asked, his voice cracking on the word against his will.

Pac nodded enthusiastically. “Of course, Tubbo. We are, you know, family. You are always welcome.”

Fit echoed his sentiment. “Yeah, Tubbo. You’re very welcome to come to the movies with us.”

Tubbo blinked. “I mean I don’t want to bother.”

“But it’s bothering you,” Pac pressed. “And it’s no bother to us so why not?”

Tubbo felt suddenly guilty about the ender pearl and the plan he had to steal Pac away. “Okay.” That was it, he had decided. “Okay, I’ll come with you guys.”

They both smiled brightly at him and Pac slung his arm around Tubbo as they set off.

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Fit showered Pac in food and clothes and whatever he could ever want as soon as they got there and to be honest it didn’t stir a bit of jealousy in Tubbo. Pac handed off as much food as he could to Tubbo while they both laughed at Fit’s nervous antics.

“He really likes you,” Tubbo whispered to Pac while Fit’s back was turned.

Pac grinned. “He does.” To Tubbo’s surprise, Pac slipped his hand into Tubbo’s and squeezed. “Let’s go watch whatever movie he has planned for us, yeah?”

The word us echoed over and over in his mind. “Yeah.”

The movie was an old black and white one that had them all curled over laughing. Tubbo had been sure he would be gagging and rolling his eyes at how romantic they were being the whole time but to his surprise he seemed to fit in with them like a puzzle piece they didn’t know they were missing, Tubbo pressed into either of their sides at any moment. Laughing with them as they compared the animated creatures to other islanders. Teasing Fit with Pac when he accidently fell into his lap. Stumbling awkwardly through words in Portuguese with Fit as Pac howled with laughter at them. It soothed his fears for a while. The promise and security of being with both of them. Maybe things would be okay.

#poly morning crew #my writing #fanfiction #qsmp tubbo #qsmp fitmc #qsmp pactw #I WANNA HEAR AS MANY IDEAS AS YOU HAVE #AND THAT GOES FOR EVERYONE WHO SEES THIS #I CANT GUARANTEE MY BRAIN WILL LATCH ON TO THE IDEA #BUT MOST OF THE TIME IT DOES #idk why im yelling #anyway enjoy <3

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hoonshouse · 9 months

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Giving dom!jay a blowjob for the first time pls🥹

“go on, love. you wanted it so bad, so take it out.” you blink up at jay, nervous but wanting hands fumbling at the zipper of his jeans. jay stands there while you’re sunken on your knees before him, his demeanor toeing the line between patience and impatience. you manage to open his jeans, eyes sparkling when you see the way he’s straining against his boxers beneath—a perfect imprint of what’s waiting for you. you can’t help but reach out and form your hand along the length of him through the fabric, but he catches your wrist before you can have too much fun. “don’t tease, y/n.” you chew on your bottom lip and nod, hands peeling his boxers down until his cock is free from confinement. drool pools in your mouth at the size of him. you don’t imagine you’ll be able to take all of him inside your mouth, but fuck, you want to try. “open your mouth,” jay interrupts your thoughts and your brows furrow, but you do as your told. he takes hold of himself and steps forward just enough to be able to tap the head of his cock on your bottom lip. you whine at the action and his lips threaten a smirk that he lets die. “let me feel that tongue, pretty.” you don’t hesitate to snake your tongue out, swirling it around and over his tip, eyes fluttering already from how content you are to have him like this. he lets you sate yourself for a few moments, hand combing through your hair lovingly. then, “think you can handle it if i push myself between those pretty lips?” he poses it as a question but you know it’s more of an expectation. you nod, lashes batting sweetly. “please, jay. want you.” he hums, petting your hair in approval before he slowly thrusts his hips forward, inching his way inside your warm mouth. he only gives you a little at a time despite his urge to have himself fully sheathed inside your mouth and throat, shallowly pumping into you to see how much you can take. he hisses when you so naturally close your lips around his girth, your hands clutching at his strong thighs.

he’s so big that your former hypothesis was correct—there’s no way you’re going to be able to take all of him, at least not today. before jay is able to instruct you, your hand shoots up, working the shaft that you can’t fit into your mouth. “fuck,” he curses under his breath, proud of how you seem to instinctively know how to please him. jay lets himself get carried away, lost in the perfect cavern that is your mouth. he makes sure to keep your hair out of your face as he fucks into you, occasionally stopping only to tell you to take him yourself. jay’s muted grunts and groans are the only sound in the world and, suddenly, the only sound you want to hear for the rest of your life. you experiment with your tongue, finding that his body quakes when you dip your tongue into that leaky little slit. you do it again and again, hungry for that response from his body, until jay’s hand slides in the back of your hair, fisting it. “fuck, baby—wait.” you gasp, sucking down all the oxygen suddenly available to you as jay pulls you off his cock, eyes boring into yours seriously. “you’re gonna fucking make me cum like that, so i need you to tell me where you want it.” your mind floods with images of all the possibilities, but you already know that what you really want is to taste jay. like, really taste him. “mouth, please.” you say it so politely that jay curses, feeling more in love than ever. “okay, pretty girl. swallow for me.” jay eases himself back into your mouth, sighing in relief at being back where he belongs. it only takes about a minute of your tongue and his thrusting to tip jay over the edge, an extended groan leaving his body as he covers your tongue in his cum. his eyes are glued to you as he watches you start to swallow him down, carefully removing himself from your mouth so he doesn’t let a drop of his seed escape. you smile up at him and lick your lips, satisfied. he chuckles at how grateful you look even though he is the one that just came. he tucks himself back into his boxers and jeans and then squats down to your level, hand cupping your chin as he looks into your eyes with adoration in his. “did so good for me, hmm?”

cr. cafekitsune for mdni banners ♡

#ugh sorry for two ‘paragraphs’#wanted this to be all in one since it’s shorter but the stupid text block limit 🙄#anyway enjoy <3 #jay #jay solo #jay smut #enhypen smut

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kiwowiwo · 1 year

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Benjamin "Barbie" Pierce aka ultimate babygirl

#i had no choice but to edit this #it was like a compulsion #anyway enjoy <3 #hawkeye pierce #mash #mash 4077 #benjamin franklin pierce

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asfodelle · 7 months

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Rictus (4228 words) by Asfodel Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 19天 - Old先 | 19 Days - Old Xian Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: He Tian/Mo Guanshan (19 Days) Characters: Mo Guanshan (19 Days), He Tian (19 Days) Additional Tags: Kissing, Cuddling & Snuggling, Fluff, Mo Guan Shan Feels a Lot, The Piercing Scene, Coda, Ch 431 Rewrite, Canon Compliant Summary: They don’t have to sit on a bed, naked knees pressing together to carry this through, but Guan Shan doesn’t move. He remains there, back stiff in apprehension yet slightly leaning into He Tian’s careful gaze, into his touch, hands curled to fists over his thighs. He Tian’s too big, he must have a gravitational pull, that must be why Guan Shan can’t fucking seem to keep him at arm’s length. It’s science. Or a deeper dive into the piercing scene.

#19 days #19 days fics #my fic #tianshan #mo guan shan #he tian #les go I finally got it done #babies #i want them to live like this forever #I thought about ya know adding the smut but god they must be too tired for that after the day they've just had #so it'll be for later #anyway enjoy <3

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kazanskys-mitchell · 5 months

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idk why i felt like posting this but here’s something for yall

the writing the writer

#already did a sort-of face reveal but here we go again #felt good about myself and decided to share it here #also pretend i have an eyebrow piercing because i’d be so much hotter with one #i’m getting one eventually i swear #anyway enjoy <3 #jj writes

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27-royal-teas · 5 months

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“Um, so, I guess we’re stuck, then?” Pete asks to nobody in particular, rubbing his neck anxiously. He’s holding his phone in his hand-- he had just called the fire department, who had told them that help was on the way and to stay in one place. Not that there’s anywhere to go-- they’re in an elevator, for fuck’s sake. Patrick’s soul boils with spite.

Or: patrick gets stuck with his work archnemesis in an elevator

#toby speaks #Toby’s fics #with that out of the way I can focus on my other 200000000000 wips #peterick #i need to cry or something but there’s no time I have a choir concert tonight which means I have to. like actually be a good singer #anyway enjoy <3

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pearl-kite · 2 years

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Something something astral

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valleynix · 3 months

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I was looking back at the angsty posts and was reminded of Alcina getting a second chance in chp 8 😭😭 it made me think of if one of the sisters got a second chance instead.

Maybe bela somehow was able to go back right before she was killed and was confused at how normal reader looks and how they don’t know anything.

HMMM >:3

She doesn’t understand.

How could this have happened so quickly? How could they be completely fine during dinner and a beast by moonrise?

She’d found them in the library, wings out, hunched over and stumbling as though they were drunk. She wasn’t aware they even had a mutation - what were they? - but upon seeing it… Perhaps both she and her family had been wrong about this stranger and what they meant.

After urging Daniela to find their mother or someone to help them, the human she was growing attached to focused their attention on her, and the battle was bloody.

She hadn’t wanted to kill them, no. She knew what a frenzy looked like, how someone behaved when they had no control over their body, and part of her thought she could save them. All she needed was a distraction, but she underestimated how rabid of a cornered animal they really were.

Through her best efforts, she’d thrown them against bookshelves, sliced at them, dodged them enough so they stumbled into something else, torn out their eye… And yet, as though their body were nothing more than a machine in her uncle’s factory, they continued after her.

Bela knew her youngest sister wouldn’t want them hurt, not in an unrepairable way, but as the bells chimed in the castle’s highest tower, she knew something had to be done or none of them would make it through the night alive.

She could do nothing, however, except let her eyes drift closed. As she felt her body crumbling around her on the floor and that beast in her home stumble through the library’s door, she could do nothing but wait and beg.

A second chance was all she wanted. She knew she could do something, knew she could help them-

And when she reopened her eyes, she was in that same library, holding open a book in a clean room. The bookshelves were how they’d always been, the books themselves still neatly placed in order of genre, no blood or missing appendages…

“…think so,” the human mumbles, grumbling as they shift in a chair beside her. Their cup clatters as it’s placed against a small plate, and they wince as the sound hits her ears. “You don’t find it odd that the lord would abandon his name like that? All for someone he barely knew?”

What-

This doesn’t make sense. Wasn’t she just-

She was dying. It was no dream, no hallucination. She knows what she saw and what she felt, so how the hell-

“Maybe I just don’t know what that’s like. Wouldn’t it make more sense for him to go through the marriage and keep his name-“

“What are you talking about?”

This was… She remembers this moment, though it was some time ago. She hadn’t meant for her words to come out that harshly, but… What was going on?

The human tilts their head to the side, brows furrowing. “We were… discussing the latest book you’d had me read, weren’t we? I thought…” They lean away from her a little, worry clear in their eyes and features. “Is everything all right?”

How could she lose that much time as if it were nothing? That doesn’t… She was just there-

“You were… Something was wrong.” She’s sure she must sound insane right now. “I was- Wasn’t I?”

Their confusion only grows as they shake their head, glancing all around. “You’re talking to me, aren’t you? I don’t understand.”

They look so… them. No blood on their face or anywhere around them, no wings, no… nothing.

Both golden eyes stare up at her after a moment, a single brow lifted with a question clear on their face. How is it that she lived through something so real, only to continue her life as if nothing had actually happened?

Doesn’t that mean she could prevent it? She could stop it from happening, stop the destruction they caused.

“You would… tell me if you were hiding something about your existence, wouldn’t you?”

Their head tilts to the side. “I would if I knew anything. Should I be worried about where this conversation is going?”

“No, no. I’m sorry, little one. You’ve done nothing wrong.” That doesn’t seem to calm their anxiety any. She tries to smile and pat their leg, but they flinch at her touch. “You’re in no danger, you know. I must have dozed off and had a nightmare, is all.”

But she remembers. She knows their conversations, their intimate moments, their care for one another. She knows their true laugh, the way their eyes glow brighter when they smile, and what to say to really fluster them.

She knows it all, every interaction until the moment she was dying. How did she…

The human raises their hand and places it on her forehead, determined. They hold it there for a moment as Bela’s eyes widen, completely flabbergasted.

They hum and lean back, a mischievous smile pulling on their lips. “Cold, as usual. Your body never gains warmth, does it?” She must have had a stern look on her face, as they avert their gaze and mumble, “Sorry, my lady.”

She snorts and shoves their head, her own worries easing. Despite her suspicions of them after that… They really didn’t know anything, did they? Whatever that was - whatever it meant… Hm.

They continue reading in silence, occasionally humming or gasping quietly, and she chuckles to herself in turn, watching and studying them. She memorizes their face, washing away that terrible image of them bloody and with only one eye left in their head.

After the maids clean up their little messes, she tells them, “You’re safe here. If you know something and you’re unsure what it means, I ask that you come to us and let us help you decipher it.”

They give her a nasty side eye, though she knows they mean it in a lighthearted way. “You’re awfully worried tonight, aren’t you?”

Right. There’s no way they remember any of that, not with how casual they’re speaking with her and acting. The fact they’re not panicking and wondering where their other eye was told her enough.

“I want to ensure you know you have a place here. We mean you no harm, and I hope you mean the same.”

They shrug and go back to their book, though it’s clear they’re not reading any of it. “I don’t think I could harm you if I tried. That sickle you always keep at your waist isn’t there for show.”

“No.” The silence between them rapidly becomes awkward. “But we don’t know what you are. We don’t know what could become of you, what lies within your body we’re unaware of. You could be an immense danger to all of us, kill us with ease.”

Good one.

“I don’t think so.” Their voice is quiet, and she watches as a small smile cause the corner of their lip to tick up. “You take such good care of me, despite hardly knowing me. It’s only fair I return the favor, hm?”

Her brows furrow. “In what way? We have everything we could ever need.”

They glance at her, their eyes drooping as their gaze flicks down her body and slowly back up. She feels her cheeks heat almost immediately as she coughs and turns her head away, some of her flies buzzing around her shoulders.

“Ah. I see your point.”

“I often make good ones.”

As she snorts with them and flicks their temple, that horrible image of them becomes vague in the back of her mind. She could fix things, could help them understand that her family would keep them safe however they could.

They’d gone against Mother Miranda, after all. What were a few more months of caring for this human?

She could simply never realize how quickly things would change for the worst.

#asks #resident evil #resident evil village #bela dimitrescu #i hope this is okay?? 😭#i haven’t written anything like this in a WHILE #i’ll do cass and dani if yall want me to #this was fun but it feels off for some reason #hmmm #anyway enjoy <3

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youssefguedira · 2 years

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more fencing au for you all bc i thought about it too long

Joe returns to fencing six months after his injury.

Andy asks him if he's sure, but doesn't push when he says he is; Nile is delighted, updating him on everything that's happened while he's been gone; Booker and Lykon welcome him back without mentioning the competition he'd gotten injured during; Quynh smiles at him as he enters; Nicky, who Joe hasn't seen in six months, because they don't really know each other outside of fencing, seems happy, if a little surprised, to see him. When they're all getting ready, Nicky reaches for a sabre instead of his foil, and Joe smiles to himself. So that's how it's going to be.

Andy acts as referee. They claim one of the scoring boxes the second they're both ready, without really talking about it. The first point goes to Nicky, the next two to Joe once he's gotten used to it again after so long away. By the fifth, he's grinning under his mask, breathless with both the exertion and the joy of getting to fence again.

On the sixth point, after a particularly forceful lunge, his ankle twinges. He grits his teeth against the ache and keeps going.

By the eighth, his legs are beginning to ache with the strain of staying in guard position so long, something he hasn't had an issue with in years. On the ninth, when he lunges again, his ankle lands wrong - almost similarly to how he'd injured it in the first place - and he can't hide his wince at the pain that lances up his right leg. It takes him too long to recover from that lunge after Andy calls halt, and when he stands up properly, he has to lean heavily on his left leg.

"Joe?" Andy asks. "Everything okay?"

Joe wants to tell her yes, he just needs a moment, but then he takes a step forward and it's agonising. He hisses in pain. Andy and Nicky exchange a look.

"Maybe you should take a moment, Joe," Nicky suggests. It's a perfectly reasonable thing to say. It only serves to make Joe even more frustrated with himself.

He takes off his mask and disconnects himself from the scoring box without another word. The white light goes off and beeps repeatedly, but he ignores it, taking off his glove and unplugging his sword as he walks over to the corner where he'd left his bag. He leaves his sword, glove and helmet in a small pile and walks out of the gym, aware he's limping as he does. Someone turns off the scoring box.

The night air is cool against his skin. He unzips his jacket halfway and closes his eyes, fighting frustrated tears.

This shouldn't be so difficult. And he shouldn't be reacting this way. He'd known there was a risk of aggravating his ankle before it had fully healed, had known that six months was a little too early, but he had largely ignored it, because he'd missed fencing like a lost limb. And now, even after fencing for as long as he has, he can't even hold guard position for a full bout anymore. His ankle twinges. He shifts his weight to lean more heavily on his left.

The door swings open with a metallic squeal. Joe doesn't turn to look, worried that if he says anything he'll break down completely, and he doesn't need any of the others seeing him like this.

"Joe. Are you okay?" Nicky asks, and that's almost worse, because Joe has known Nicky for a while and likes him just fine but they're not really friends, not outside of fencing at least. Joe knows he's a foilist, that he trained in Italy for a long time before moving to the UK, and that he doesn't like talking about Italy for reasons he's never explained and Joe has never asked about. He doesn't even know what Nicky's job is. They just don't really talk about that kind of thing, and yet now here he is.

Joe rubs his eyes. "Yeah," he says, sounding entirely unconvincing.

"You know," Nicky says carefully. "It's not the end of the world, Joe. It just takes time."

"It's been six months, Nicky. I can't even hold guard position anymore."

"You have to work up to it," Nicky says.

"I know," Joe snaps. "I just - I don't know what I was thinking, okay? I just wanted to be able to fence again." I hadn't realised how much I missed it until I couldn't do it anymore, he doesn't say. He turns to look at Nicky instead, who's still in all his kit, collar half open, his hair tied back loosely. He's grown it out since Joe's been gone. He's looking at Joe like he's going to break down at any minute.

"What do you want to do?" Nicky asks, instead of trying to offer any more advice. Which. Joe hadn't really expected that.

"I don't know." Joe looks up at the sky and blinks a few times. All he knows is that he doesn't really want to go back inside. "Home, maybe, but I usually get a lift with Book, and…" He trails off.

"I can drive you," Nicky says. "If that's what you want."

Joe stares at him, surprised. "You - really? We've barely even gotten started, you'd be leaving so early."

Nicky shrugs. "Don't worry about me. Do you want to go home?"

Joe doesn't reply for a moment, but then sighs. "Yeah. Yeah, I do."

"Okay," Nicky says. "Wait out here, I'll get your stuff. If that's okay."

It is, so Joe nods, and Nicky disappears back inside the gym. A few moments later, he reappears with Joe's bag slung over one shoulder and his car keys in hand. "Let's go," he says.

The drive back to Joe's apartment is largely silent, apart from Joe's occasional directions. When Nicky pulls up outside Joe's building, Joe doesn't get out of the car straight away. Doesn't even really realise that they've stopped until Nicky says, gently, "Joe. We're here."

"Hm?" Joe says, turning to look at him. "Oh. Right." He doesn't move.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Nicky asks.

Joe thinks if he talks about it he'll break down. "No."

"Are you going to be okay, then? On your own? Because it's okay if not-"

"I'll be okay, Nicky," Joe says, even if he's not entirely sure about that. "You can go back to the others if you want." He reaches to undo his seatbelt. "Thank you for the lift, though. I mean it."

"Joe, wait," Nicky says. When Joe does, he pulls a scrap of paper and a pen from the glovebox and scribbles something down, leaning against the dashboard. He holds it out to Joe, who takes it. "If you do want to. Talk about it, that is."

Joe looks down at the paper in his hand. It's a phone number - Nicky's. He tucks it into the back pocket of his breeches. "I'll keep that in mind. Thank you, again." He closes the door and walks towards his building door, looking back over his shoulder only once to see Nicky, still parked on the sidewalk, looking back at him. He smiles softly when Joe meets his eyes.

Joe looks away, his head down, and walks inside.

#neon writes #the old guard #kaysanova #fencing au #relationship development time.#this is after the point where joe gets fairly badly injured during their first competition as a team + takes a while off #before he and nicky get anywhere #that comes later. this is the beginning of it #anyway enjoy <3

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be-bi-do-crime · 1 year

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to readers of xing ling’s di huang shu [the emperor’s book], i’m here to pick up the translation with (hopefully) an update once or twice a week! the next chapter (17) is up now!!

#my translations #di huang shu #帝皇书 #legend of anle #安乐传 #sat in front of my laptop for HOURS today finishing up this chapter #anyway enjoy <3

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marciego · 2 years

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where you sitting, violetta+soy luna edition

reblog and say in the tags which table is your favorite <3

#personally my choice has to go to table 7 #the sheer chaos of diego and ramiro together plus my beloved delfi #but table 8 is so tempting just to witness the absolute disaster that would happen there #also #alternative title for the tables #table 1: the one time ludmila didn't lose #table 2: lara and admirers #table 3: mexican excellence #table 4: here for a good time #table 5: chaotic lesbian energy #table 6: DRUMMERS!!!!!#table 7: delfi giving up on life #table 8: well this is awkward #and most importantly #table 9: matteo violently third wheeling #AND getting ignored #oh and table 10: here for a good time part 2 #anyway enjoy <3 #table 7 for the win

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valentinoappreciator · 2 years

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CNC kink? Gun kink? Handcuffs kink?

Check, check, aaaaand check! I present to you, a little fic about Travis Hackett and AFAB reader 😌 It can be found on my AO3:

And right here in this post. But first - a little project introduction.

Media: The Quarry (Video Game)

Rating: E - Explicit

Pairing: Travis Hackett x AFAB Reader

Word count: 1924 words

Content warnings: CNC (consensual non-consent), improper use of a gun, handcuffs, blowjobs, dirty talk, age difference (not explicitly stated how much)

The scene had been established. You knew your role, and he knew his. You both knew the safeword, and that tapping out was no shame.

Having kissed each other goodbye, you went to your car, started it, and drove out of the driveway. Checking your rearview mirror, you saw Travis getting into his patrol car and taking off as well. Excitement thrummed in your veins and had your entire body buzzing.

The plan was for you to drive into the woods and get yourself ‘arrested’ by your sheriff partner, Travis Hackett. All alone, there was simply no telling what he would do to you...

Taking a soft right turn to get away from the main road, you soon found that you were, indeed, all alone in the middle of the woods. All alone - save for him, of course.

He turned on the tell-tale blue and red lights, but refrained from using the sirens.

Pulling over to the side of the road, you slowed down until you came to a halt, him parked behind you. You took a deep breath, exhaled, and rolled down the car window when he knocked on it.

“Evening, ma’am,” he said in a polite greeting, offering a smile that weakened your knees.

“Evening, sir,” you said. “I’m not in trouble, am I?”

“I’m sorry to say that you are.” He didn’t sound sorry in the slightest. “You were speeding. You’re also not wearing your seatbelt.”

“But there’s no one out here, sir,” you tried, turning your voice sweet and innocent, “surely it doesn’t matter out here.”

“That’s not how the law works, ma’am. Please, step out of the vehicle.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s not how the law works, either,” you chuckled, feigning nervousness. “Wouldn’t you normally just give a ticket?”

“Are you resisting, ma’am?”

“No, I’m simply---”

“Then step out of the vehicle and come with me. I won’t ask again.”

“But---”

“Now,” Travis barked, a hand on his holstered gun. You nearly drooled all over yourself.

“Okay, okay!” you finally agreed, lifting your hands to show your willingness, and opened the car door. You had barely opened it before Travis grabbed you by the back of your neck, hauled you out of your car, and slammed you against the side, face pressed against the metal frame.

“Hey!” you hissed, not-so-secretly loving the rough treatment, and tried to turn around to face him. He would have none of it, though, forcing your head against the car with one hand as the other did a poor replica of a body search. As he paid more attention to your lower body - front as well as back - than was allowed as a police officer or sheriff, you knew he was getting turned on and couldn’t wait for the game to really begin.

“Please, sir, I’m sorry,” you said meekly, biting back a moan as he kicked your feet apart, “it won’t happen again.”

“Damn right it won’t,” he growled, and the deep, gravelly curl of his voice did unspeakable things to you.

“Just give me a ticket, and I’ll be out of your hair.”

He pressed against you, and the weight and warmth of him nearly made you come undone. Standing so close, his scent permeated the air and infiltrated your nostrils, making you inhale deeply through your nose and exhale through your mouth.

“Good girl. Calm down. I won’t do anything you won’t like.”

A sentence that could be seen as intensely predatory, it was also a sentence that filled you with warm, bubbling arousal. To play the game, however, you whimpered and tried to yank yourself free from his grip. It only resulted in cold metal being snapped around your wrists and tightened so it was almost painful.

Leaning heavier against you, he buried his face in the crook of your neck and inhaled your scent with a quiet growl. One of his hands grabbed your cunt, and the sudden touch made you gasp and then moan before you had a chance of stopping yourself. His cock throbbed against you.

He chuckled darkly.

“You smell so good,” he rumbled, chuckling once more when you tried to elbow him in the stomach. “Makes me wonder if you feel just as good.”

“Please, sir, just let me go, I don’t like this,” you lied, struggling in the handcuffs.

“Hush, sweetheart.”

And then he moved off of you. One hand grabbed the back of your neck, the other your cuffed hands, and he marched you to the other side of the car so you were shielded from the eyes of anyone who might pass by, however unlikely it was that anyone would pass you by.

Leaning against his patrol car, his eyes fixed on you, he slowly pulled his belt off before letting his pants hit the ground. Desire curled and burned in your lower abdomen, but you kept your eyes fixated on his face as well, not wanting to ruin the session.

“What now, sir?” you scoffed, trying to bring some ire into your eyes. He grinned, and with one hand on your shoulder effortlessly pushed you to your knees.

“Now,” he practically purred, “you give me the best goddamn blowjob of my life, or you’re going to jail.”

“On what grounds?”

“Refusing to cooperate with an officer on duty. Now,” he growled, grabbed you by the back of your head, and pushed your face against his hard cock, “get to work.”

“Desperate enough that you’ll force any woman to do what you want?” you hissed, refusing to suck him off just yet, even though your mouth was wet and willing. As was your pussy.

Travis’s lips tugged into a wide grin.

“You could say that. Now, open wide, sweetheart, or it’ll be your funeral.” As he spoke, he pulled the gun from its holster on his hip. You knew what he would do, even before he pressed the barrel lightly to your temple.

“I said, get to work.”

Forcing fear into your face, you feigned hesitation as you looked at his cock. It was thick and curved slightly outwards, his pubic hairs coarse and black like the hair on his head.

“Did I stutter?” he growled.

“No, sir,” you said meekly, licked your lips, and took him in your mouth.

The second your lips closed around his shaft, he let out a shuddering sigh and leaned his head back. You let your tongue stroke the underside of his cock as you swallowed him down without too much trouble. The taste of pre-cum was strong and bitter on your tongue, but not unpleasant.

“Not your first time sucking off an officer, is it?” he moaned, his free hand grabbing your head and pushing you further down on him, forcing you to swallow him to the base. Despite being used to taking him to the base, you still began squirming, your eyes tightly shut.

He held you there for a couple of seconds before he withdrew his hand, and you immediately popped off to breathe.

Travis allowed you a moment to catch your breath before he grabbed your head, forcing his cock into your mouth again and this time wasting no time in taking what he wanted and you desired. With one hand in your hair and the other firmly pressing the gun against your temple, he began thrusting into you, the head of his cock bumping against the back of your throat, making you gag.

“Good girl,” he groaned, looking down at you with a breathtaking mix of arousal and adoration in his eyes. “Careful with the teeth. Don’t want your pretty little face to have another breathing hole in it, now do we?”

Shuddering, you decided to tease him by pretending your jaws were growing tired, and you carefully brushed your teeth against his shaft. He groaned, and for a fraction of a second, his eyes widened in shock, but then the moment had passed, and he tugged on your head, forcing his cock deeper in your mouth and into your throat.

You squirmed and tried to withdraw, but he was too strong, or too determined. Either way, he succeeded in holding your face still until you stopped writhing.

“There’s a good girl,” he sighed, pulling out of your mouth so that you could breathe again. Doing so greedily, you closed your eyes and breathed hard through your nose, feeling as if though your stomach was turning itself inside out.

“Fuck,” you cursed hoarsely, spitting on the ground.

“Time out,” he said, and you nodded.

Travis put the gun back in its holster, bent down to undo your handcuffs, and in the process kissed you softly.

“You’re doing amazing,” he whispered, stroking the back of your head. “Are you okay?”

“Better than okay,” you smiled, kissing him back until your stomach had calmed down again. “I’m good. We can continue.”

“Green or yellow?”

“Green. You can be as rough as you want.”

Travis smiled fondly, bobbed his head in a nod, and resumed the scene after having kissed you again.

With his gun pressed against your temple, you sucked him off the best you had learned and as per his instructions. As his moans rose in volume and intensity, he threw his head back, fucking your mouth and throat like a vicious beast until he made it clear that he was close.

“Taking such good care of me, you filthy little thing,” he grunted, then hissed as you hollowed out your cheeks, gagging on him once more. “Can I come in your mouth?”

As if you had a choice.

You knew he only asked to increase the humiliation, and indeed, when you looked up at him, he was grinning from ear to ear, as if he had felt the surge of pleasure course through you.

“What am I talking about, of course I can! Thank you,” he growled, bending forward a bit, and fucked into you so hard it nearly rattled your brain around in your skull. Groaning and moaning, louder and harsher, he eventually found release, shooting his load down your throat with a raw grunt.

You squeezed your eyes tightly shut, focusing on not choking on his warm, sticky cum even as Travis kept your face pressed against his crotch until his cock softened. Only then did he pull out, allowing you to breathe greedily.

“Fuck,” he groaned, putting his gun back in its holster, and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. “Where did you learn to suck cock like a goddamn champ at such a young age?”

Laughing hoarsely, you wiped your mouth and got up from the ground. Your knees hurt from being on the unforgiving dirt.

“That’s my little secret.”

And just like that, you both knew that your little session was over. You didn’t need to speak the words to know that things were normal now.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” you murmured and hugged him. He hugged you back, tightening his grip on you, and only let go when you had.

“Thank you,” he chuckled softly, kissing your temple. “Was it... I mean, was that like you had dreamed it would be?”

“That, and so much more. I’m so happy you’re willing to indulge me in my messed-up fantasies.”

“As long as it doesn’t get more intense than this. Don’t know if my old heart could take it.”

You both laugh before sharing a long, languid kiss.

“We should go home,” he mumbled.

“Yeah, we should. See you back home, Travis.”

“See you there. And don’t get pulled over by more cops tonight, yeah?”

#text #mypost #the quarry #travis hackett #female reader #nsft #the quarry fanfic #I slept like ASS last night #for like four hours #so again I apologise for mistakes and grammar errors etc etc etc #anyway enjoy <3

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⊹ ( @notodin ) CONTINUED FROM HERE . . .

INSOMNIA IS A NEAR AND DEAR COMPANION ON THE ROAD. perhaps it is all the nocturnal longings which she harbors but each sunset heralds in hours of unrest for the witch. the rarity is this: sharing her bed with another with little intention to flee from sheets come morning. once she had indulged readily in cravings of the flesh; it was a means to pass those sleepless nights and delivered her satisfied into a haze of content exhaustion. yet now, with the dragon so close, wrapped tight around her heart she could not give herself over to compulsion. FOR THAT WAS THE BEAST TALKING NOT THE WOMAN. though it was certain those threads were not so separated now a mangled mess of serpent and human as one.

the winged creature reaches out with teeth first instead of skin on skin. burgeoning fondness calls for a sampling of savors. A TASTE OF WHAT THE ENCHANTRESS BEGAN TO COVET. there is no way to cease the movement, the proximity had filled her lungs with the aroma of wanting. it is the first bite of fruit, barely a mouthful of red and her limbs sing with release over the swelling flavor. the grin that parts her lips is that of intoxicated delight ━ dripping with torpor, gratified and pointed with pride. ❛ i have hungers in me you could scarcely imagine, moi korol. ❜ the raven’s amusement with her sudden aggression only serves to heighten the gratification of this particular animal. her gaze is full of stolen moon’s glow and her pupils have narrowed to thin lines ( raw, exposed and yet she knows the upper hand is well within her grasp )

❛ fairness has no place here. when have i once been so generous with you? that is not what you desire from me either, not truly. ❜ all that spilled vermillion across her tongue yet it cannot contain the horrid aftermath of the dragon’s aching fangs. she uses this stolen moment as an advantage and she overcomes the warrior not by strength but with trickery. rising for a kiss she avoids at the very last instant and eivor is pushed onto the padded earth beneath the girl’s smaller form.

❛ you may have your taste once i have gotten my fill. ❜ the heaving of her chest is heavy, mercurial and quickened. when she lowers herself the skin beneath her fingertips is contrastingly warm and she knows her touch is nothing so fervid. this time she greets with mouth first, her maw against the base of an awaiting. she presses her lips to that pulse point and then that kiss becomes a wound as canines bring ruin to veins ━ the monstrous maiden drinks deep.

#technically we are supposed to be able to trim asks now but i don't trust tumblr like that so i just moved this to its own post nbjrryn #anyway Enjoy <3 #𝖛. *ੈ ˖ ° ⥽ witches like saints are solitary stars that shine with a light of their own ⥼ ⅋. ic #notodin

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