#dark!travis hackett x afab!gn!reader

[mutual-monsters]

anything you say can and will be held against you (so only say my name)

Pairing: dark!Travis Hackett x afab!gn!reader

TW: kidnapping, dub-con/non-con, stockholm syndrome (kinda?), masturbation (reader), p in v, humiliation, breeding, bondage, praise, sir/authority kink, pet names (darlin’, little one, sweetheart, doll), probably a lot of issues of with the tenses, not proof’d or beta’d

MINORS DNI !!! 🔞

Summary: Tensions increase as your time under Sheriff Hackett's captivity starts to add up

Word count: 962

A/N: Hey, guys 🧍 sorry for not writing for so long! But, I’m back with this! I’ll try to be on more often!!

Oh! And the title of this song (predictably) comes from this Fall Out Boy song.

You accosted yourself as you woke up in the North Kill city jail cells. This was probably your fault. That sheriff had told you to that Goddamn motel. But, your curiosity had gotten the best of you and after all, what could that shady ass cop know anyways?

So, of course, when you woke up with a splitting headache, locked up in a foreign place and all alone, you knew you were fucked beyond belief. You just didn’t know how exactly. 

For the first few days, he didn’t talk to you much; he fed you, gave you a change of clothes, but he never opted to stick around long. And this was could be good, of course. Not everybody wants to be interacting on a personal level with someone like that, but simultaneously, the isolation was killing you. The ringing in your ears was starting to drive you mad, and not to mention the growing need between your thighs…

Travis Hackett, the sheriff who had been holding you hostage, brought you food every morning at 8:00– A bowl of oatmeal and a glass of orange juice on a tray. 

As he slid it through on this day, he pulled up a chair. 

“Mind if I eat with ya?”

You looked up to him, nervous to answer him, and disturbed by his casual side. “Um, s-sure sheriff. I don’t mind.” A smile curves on your lips as they tremble.

“Thank you, darlin’.”

You both sat in silence for a while, eating your food and taking each other in. 

“I, uh,” His voice cracks a little, “I haven’t had breakfast with anyone in a long time. This is nice.”

Again, you smiled to him and nodded, talking to him for a while, indulging in his presence. 

Without warning, he stood, holding his bowl and dragging his chair back to his desk. 

“Well, darlin’, I’ve gotta go. ‘m sorry to impose.”

“No, sir. I-it was no trouble at all.”

You watch diligently as he gathered your tray and walked out of the room, focusing your eyes on the bulge straining against his pants.

All morning your mind kept wandering to Sheriff Hackett. The sound of his voice, the way he smelt, the feeling of his skin, the size of his cock. The pool of arousal between your thighs grew slicker and slicker.

And then, you remembered the pillow lying next to you. Quickly you stripped off your pants, and eyed the pillow, slowly placing it below you. You mounted the pillow awkwardly, desperate for any friction, and began grinding down upon it. As you increased your pace, sweat dripped down your forehead, and you bit further into your lip desperately trying to stifle your moans. Soaking the pillow now, your mouth flew open, crying out begging, pleading for release, so much so that you didn’t even notice Travis’ name coming from your mouth, flowing out over and over like a waterfall. 

You were oblivious to the footsteps coming towards you, that of Sheriff Hackett’s, becoming slower and less methodical as he came to see what you were really doing. You didn’t even notice as he stood there, mouth agape, and then regaining his composure to speak to you. 

“Well, what do we have here?” He asked, eyes dragging over your exposed body.

“I– Sheriff! This isn’t what it looks like! I swear!”

A smug look drapped itself over his face, “Then what, pray tell, is it then?”

“Um, I, well…” You trail off.

“Because, sweetheart,” he says as he unlocked the door to your cell, “It looked like you were fuckin’ yourself silly just on account of me.”

He takes a few steps toward you, allowing you to answer. Still completely dumbfounded, and now blushing like crazy, you don’t respond. 

“Answer me, little one. I wanna hear you say it. Tell me what you were doin’ in here all by yourself.” He grabs your chin with his hand, forcing you to look him in the eye.

You swallow your pride, “Sir, I was…I was thinking of you.”

“And?”

“And…and I was fucking myself with the pillow you gave me.”

“Good job, little one.”

You feel the pride swell in your chest as your captor rubs his thumb against your cheek, leaning into his touch.

“Now, darlin’, I need you to sit still while I put these handcuffs on ya, alright?”

You hesitate. His patience runs thin. 

“Be a good doll and answer me.”

“Y-yes, sir. Sorry, sir.”

“‘s alright darlin’.”

Swiftly, he pulls his cuff off his belt and wraps them around your wrists, strapping you to the cold metal bars of the bed below. He moves then to your underwear, removing them with no hesitation, tossing them to the side and onto the cool floor of the cell. 

Your eyes meet.

“Please,” you whisper. You don’t specify what.

“Don’t worry, doll. I gotcha.”

Once again without warning, as if it is his only option, he slides into you, mercilessly and without preparation. You cry out, begging for him to slow his brutal pace; he ignores your pleas. 

“Travis,” you beg, “Travis, please– I can’t!”

He leans to whisper in your ear as one of his hands finds your clit.

“Darlin’,” his voice is sharp now, “you’ve no idea how much I’ve been needin’ this.”

His pace never falters, his thumb rubs tight circles around your clit.

“I know you’re close. You might as well jus’ quit squirmin’ an’ lemme fill you up. It’ll be easier that way.”

You let it wash over you, knowing he is right, and feel yourself tighten around him. Eventually, he comes to a slow and releases himself inside you.

Travis stands, uncuffing you and placing his hand on yours. 

“Y’know, sweetheart? I think I just might keep you.”

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[luvliewriting]

❦Bittersweet Sombers❦ MDNI! 18+

Pairing: Travis Hackett x GN!Reader

Warnings: ns/fw, minors dni I'm not joking, afab, lots of praise/compliments, lots of feelings, lots of i love you

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You rolled over in the bed, grasping the sheets. Letting out a soft whine you patted around.  His side of the bed was cold. 

“Travis?” You called out, sitting up. 

The room was dark, making you rub your eyes. It must have been very early in the morning. You heard shuffling outside the door and down the hall. You yawned before dragging yourself out of your bed to follow the sounds. The kitchen light was on; Travis stood hovering by the table, looking down at something. 

“Travis?" 

He looked up frowning. "Darlin? What are you doing up?" 

“I could ask you the same,” you hummed coming up beside him. 

Your hand rested on his back comfortingly, rubbing small circles. He made a soft noise. Travis had been looking down at a cease and desist form along with multiple more paperworks which were sprawled across the table with small unintelligible scribbles. You frowned, he had been so stressed lately, blaming himself for countless events. You pushed him down into the chair behind him, beginning to rub at the tight muscles in his shoulders. He groaned, relaxing into your touches, head tilting back. Your lips pressed against his forehead. 

“You should be in bed,” he whispered looking up at you. 

“As should you, join me," 

The sheriff frowned, starting to pull himself away from your warmth. "But work, ma, the full-" 

"That can all wait, just relax for a bit, you’re going to burn yourself out and then when something else happens what will you do then?" 

Travis sighed, pushing himself back towards your touch. "I suppose you’re right," 

"Of course I am,” you kissed his forehead and went back to the room listening to a faint promise of being there in a moment. You laid on the bed listening to Travis shove his random trinkets away and turn the lights off. He appeared in the doorway seconds later, shutting the door behind him. 

Travis crawled onto the bed, hovering over you, “hi." 

"Hey,” he smiled, nose brushing yours. “You’re beautiful, you know that?" 

You giggled pushing at his chest. "Stop it you big loaf," 

"it’s true,” he chuckled, insisting. “You’re beautiful,” he kissed your cheek. “And smart,” his hands slowly began peeling off your shirt. “And pretty,” his lips dipped to your neck, kissing softly. 

With each compliment he was convincing himself that he deserved you. He deserved this. Deserved happiness. 

“This is supposed to be about you hun,” your voice cracked as he sucked a mark onto your skin. 

He pulled away looking at you, "can’t it be about both of us?" 

"Just take your clothes off silly,” you giggled. Travis complied pulling off his shirt and pants, not without an eye roll however. You grasped his shoulders attempting to switch places with him. 

“Darlin' what-" 

"Shh just let me take care of you,” you smiled softly. Travis hesitantly laid back in the soft pillows and blankets watching as you grasped his boxers and removed them. His cock was already hard and pretty pink at the tip. 

“Look at you, already so worked up,” you whispered, tongue flicking over the silt where beads of precum had already appeared, "you need more breaks. You need to relax more," 

Your lips wrapped around the tip, slowly bringing him into your mouth. Travis thought you would stop halfway but you continued till your nose pressed against him and his cock kissed the back of your throat. He groaned, desperately trying to keep his hips still as you were perfectly content with cockwarming him for a moment. 

"My handsome sheriff,” you smiled when you pulled off. Your hand took the place of your mouth, slowly stroking. 

“Always so smart, a genius in fact,” Travis was hanging off of your every word. You slowly removed your remaining clothes to position yourself above him. 

“So kind and caring,” his cock twitched as you dragged it through your slick. 

“Always making sure I’m safe,” you began to sink down on him. 

“I love your eyes, always so full of love,” your hips met his, sitting fully with his cock inside. 

“Love how strong you are, and I don’t mean physically,” you poked him with a giggle. His hands moved to your hips as you rocked against him. 

“Always trying to do the right thing."

As you continued speaking, Travis felt regret. Regret for staying late nights at the station not returning till early morning. Regret spending his free days still working or with his family. Regret for not even coming home for weeks, and full of worry for when he did. Scared he’ll open the door to see you gone and a note telling him to never see you again. Every time you were never mad, always welcomed him home with warm food and a loving hug. What did he ever do to deserve someone like you? Overwhelmed by your love tears appeared in his eyes.

"God, I love you. I love you. I love you,” Travis sobbed, continuing to repeat his words. 

You stopped moving concerned about the sheriff below you that had burst into tears. “Travis?” He didn’t respond, still sniffling. “Can you give me a color?“ It turns out he needed more than relaxing, he needed reassurance. Reassurance that you still cared for him and loved him no matter what.

Remaining silent he instead clung close to you. Any thought he had of not deserving you after everything that had happened was squashed. He needed you, you were his rock that kept him grounded. And dear god he loved you more than anything. 

"Honey,” you called softly once he had stopped crying. He blinked up at you with big doe eyes, “do you want to stop for tonight? Just sleep and cuddle?” You brushed a bit of his hair away from his face. 

He shook his head, "please, wanna keep going,” he mumbled. 

“Are you sure?” you cupped his face. 

Travis set his hands on yours, eyes fluttering shut; he nodded his head. With his permission you sat up bouncing gently, hands intertwined with his. Travis felt like he was suffocating, in a good way of course. All he wanted right now at this moment was to hear it again. 

“Say it again,” he whispered. 

“I love you Travis," 

"Again," 

"I love you," 

"Again, please," 

"I love, love, love, you honey," 

Neither of you were desperate to get off, instead wanting to just be close with each other. Just needing each other’s touch. 

Your legs trembled as you lifted yourself up again. He could tell you were getting tired. Travis grasped your hips gently pulling you up. "I’ve got you darlin', let me take over,” you whined in disagreement, still wanting this to be about him, but eventually letting him roll over with you. 

His cock pulled out and he laid behind you, your back against his chest. He lifted one of your legs by your thigh and slowly pushed back in, his cock stretching you open once again. Travis buried his face in your neck, groaning. He quickly bottomed out. 

“Feel so good around me darlin',” he muttered, pressing a kiss to your neck. 

Travis' thrusts were slow making you moan softly with every drag of his cock against your walls. It was lazy and sleepy but you wouldn’t have it any other way right now. His cock fit snugly within you, filling you up just right. There was a steady pressure building in your stomach as he continued to thrust. 

“Gonna cum for me darlin'?” Travis whispered, kissing your cheek. 

He could feel you tightening around him, squeezing his cock perfectly. You whimpered in response. 

“So close." 

"I’ve got you Y/N, go ahead,” one of his fingers trailed to your clit. 

He circled the sensitive nub gently feeling your legs jerk slightly. You cried out his name softly as you came around him. Travis wasn’t far behind slowly thrusting, his cock twitched, and he hilted himself fully in you as he came. You could feel the warmth of his cum fill you. Travis kissed your head, fucking you both through your orgasms. 

He relaxed against you. "Promise to clean you up soon,“ he mumbled, an arm wrapping around you, "just want to hold you," 

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