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hope-to-hell · 1 year

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Animal instinct. Travis Hackett x Reader. You know about about the werewolf’s bite, but what about its claws? Travis has a close call with a different kind of curse, and what else can you do but get him through it? Smut, dubcon, fuck or die.

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It starts with an itch. Poison ivy, probably: the woods here are full of it. Honestly, it’s a miracle he hasn’t tangled with it before now, what with the hunting and the fucking around in the woods at night; there’s only so much visibility even with the moonlight. He scratches absently at his side before remembering no, don’t do that, dumbass. You’ll just spread it around, and it’s not until he’s washing his hands at the sink that he notices the itch has been replaced by warmth creeping all through him.

It’s not poison ivy. Were you really expecting it to be? If so, you’re in the wrong kind of story. He’s not gonna coat himself in calamine and call it a day; all the oatmeal baths in the world can’t help him now. His hand drifts again to his side, to the pulsing warmth beneath his shirt and he cannot help himself; he untucks his shirt and lifts— and stares. Goddamn.

At least it’s not a bite. It is, however, a stark red claw mark: a sign of an encounter that was too close for comfort, red lines curving over soft flesh and hey, it could be worse. He could be lying in the woods with his guts in his hands; he could be reflecting the moon with milky eyes. But as it is, he’s barely got a scratch. It could be worse.

Could be better.

Yeah, it could be fuckin better, huh. Because as it is he’s feeling that warmth all through him, but it’s pooling strongest at his cock and this really, really is that kind of story. He thinks it’s just the adrenaline still running through his veins, one last push before exhaustion sets in. He should probably scrub himself with iodine and then take himself in hand; the night’s rolled over into morning and he’s on the cusp of being too tired to sleep. That’s the ticket. Jerk off and get the fuck to bed. But you know what kind of story this is by now; you know it’s not gonna be quick and it’s not gonna be pretty. He doesn’t even make it to the medicine cabinet before he’s unbuckling his belt; he’s gripping the sink so hard he’s breaking nails and his mind is gone.

This is the part of the curse that nobody knows, the cruel reverse that didn’t make it into the stories because til now there’s been no one in this circumstance who’s lived to tell about it. Whether it’s because nobody’s made it this far without being turned or ripped to shreds, or whether it’s this incandescent need that brought them down is anybody’s guess. And in the end it doesn’t really matter, because here he is alone and gasping

fuck.

He grips and pulls and even the burn of a dry hand doesn’t slow him down. Come on come on comeoncomeoncomeon and it’s like he’s a kid again, with a hair trigger on his cock and a dirty magazine beneath the mattress; he makes a mess of the sink and his hand and the goddamned mirror and that should be the end of it, just a wry little hmph and a few deep breaths before he finds a towel. He’s not gonna get off that easy, though. Instead of settling down for a daylong sleep, he’s reaching for himself again before the come has even dried on his hand.

He’s gonna itch like hell if he doesn’t wash off, if he grips his cock with a sticky hand because oh hell, he’s hard again and can’t fucking believe it, or couldn’t if he had a thought in his head; but the only thing in his mind is need. This is base, animal; he is wreathed in the ancestral memory of grasping, holding, taking; tooth and claw ride his bones and he needs needs needs; every cell is screaming for him to bury himself deep, and if he weren’t alone he would be a monster for how he is driven to fuck at any cost.

You think you’d lend a helping hand? Trade a little roughness for the dopey satisfaction of a man wrung dry? Sweetheart, you have no idea what help would mean. But you heard that wounded-animal moan on the wind and rushed right over; here you are coming up the drive in double-time. And there he is with eyes gone black; he bares his teeth and curves his spine and when he shakes himself apart once more his words spill out all thready like spider silk, like devils’ hair, like the last drop of ink running from the brush. Can’t. I need. I need. I can’t, it doesn’t work— he’s losing coherence as he rises to attention, red and pulsing— give. Give over. Please—

Are you, are you alright? Should I call someone? Who are you going to call? The police? Hello operator, I’ve got a man here who looks like he could fuck his way through a brick wall? Yeah, good luck with that. Besides, he is the police— or sheriff, anyway, and if he could help himself he would. He falls through the tangled shreds of his clothes to land hard upon his knees but he doesn’t notice, doesn’t grunt or wince; it doesn’t matter that he’s down there and you’re up here; in this moment he is all predator, every inch of him driven by a singular purpose.

But here’s the thing: he’s not out for blood. The only red on him is his own, from clawing at his clothes like he could escape his own skin. So are you gonna go with it, see where this leads? As if you don’t already know, as if the sight of him doesn’t reach right up inside you and twist. So when he pulls you down to him you’re already struggling out of your clothes, hands shaking, anticipation burning like ice from fingertips to toes.

Travis, just— just what? Just stop and think for a second? Talk about it? Look for the syringe full of sedatives you know he’s hiding somewhere in the house? Can’t, he’s already draping himself over your back, sticky with sweat and semen and god knows what else, pushing and pulling til your face is on the floor and you’re fucking presenting yourself to him. Is this really what you want, what he wants? How about we skip the agonizing over this; you know when—if— you make it out of this with your skin intact, he’ll roll over bruised and weary with a

hey, y’alright?

and a thanks that goes almost unheard but nonetheless is there. That’s in the hopeful future, of course, but in your bones you know it’s gonna happen— if he hasn’t flayed the skin right off his cock by then, with how brutally he needs, and

fuck— mhh— he fumbles once, twice, and on the third try he thrusts home with a groan that, more than anything, sounds like relief. And when he moves it’s rough like tides, pulled by the moon to crash and roar and it’s good, isn’t it? There’s that little guilty piece of you that likes this, that wishes he’d fuck with a little less care and consideration, the part that wants him to shove you down and take.

This is animal nature dressed in the skin of a man. This is over when he says it is, when the curse releases him or exhaustion claims him. There’s no tapping out, no tired, let’s rest; when he swells and comes inside you there’s half a heartbeat before he hardens again, gasping wet and ragged in your ear. He moves through semen and slick, with the singular purpose of a machine— or a monster. Hey, Travis, where’d you get those cuts? You lose a fight?

Oh sweetheart, don’t you worry. I’ve just got a little of the big bad wolf in me, is all.

It’s a conversation in code, in the harsh sound of your coupling and in the please please please that falls from your lips in a salty spray, punctuated by sharp breaths each time he reaches his peak and finds relief still out of reach. It happens again and again until your body is nerveless, exhausted, limp in a pool of fluids on the floor, with his full weight on you, barely able to move but he still. keeps. going. The floorboards scratch and itch at your cheek in whorls and lines that must surely be indelibly etched upon your flesh; there is a faint whine hanging in the air and it doesn’t matter whose it is.

The thing about this kind of story is that it has to end one way or another. Hours or days later, when time has lost all meaning and you can’t tell if all these drifting shadows are from sunlight moving across the floor or from your vision going dark, he breathes a sigh like the end of the world and slumps, unmoving, his legs all tangled up with yours and his arm drifting down somewhere near your ribs.

The fuck was that about? The words are flavored with floor wax and spit, crushed like cellophane in a clenched fist. You’ve taken so damn much of him that when he slips free it hurts; you'll feel this for a while: poking bruises, dipping two fingers inside yourself to feel the ache he’s left behind. But that’s for later, in between wondering if this is the end of it or if the next month will wring him dry as well.

Mmph. He’s mumbling against you, slipping down into sleep; there’s a question buried in there, a worry that he’s clinging to with broken nails. Are you okay? he doesn’t ask— because he can’t, because words are beyond him. I didn’t— are you hurt? (Am I forgiven?)

‘Salright. I’ve got you (there is nothing to forgive).

The floor is terrible to sleep on, but what else can you do? He’s heavy and unmoving and you’re not much better off. So you settle down into the warmth of him; his hand is rough and sticky, and when you squeeze his hand, he answers with a twitch of his fingers. Bed is so very far away and you will wake with muscles knotted tight, but for now—

for now—

just go to sleep.

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thewanderingbutler · 2 years

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Presenting: Ted Raimi's ✨Hands✨

Skinner (1993)

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multi-fandom-imagine · 2 years

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It’s 4am, on break and I couldn’t help but think of this.

Imagine:

Giving Travis Hackett a blow job as he’s driving his car and he’s just so distracted and not paying attention he hit’s / runs over Silas.

And during the next full moon Chris and his kids never changed so everyone is just like wtf.

Meanwhile Travis just keeps it to himself that he killed the werewolf because he was to distracted from a blow job by you.

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jesuschristwhatsgoingon · 2 years

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Because my monkey brain has been going haywire for Travis Hackett lately,I just thought of something.Can y’all imagine calling Travis Hackett “pretty boy” and how amusing his reaction would be?

I can imagine this happening during the interrogation scene,after he puts you back into prison,when all hell breaks lose,or all of the above.Either way it just happens.

This man has been called numerous things(and unfortunately,most of the names haven’t been the nicest.I will fight that Bitch and y’all know who)but him being called “pretty boy” hasn’t been on the list until now.

He’s heard it before but to refer to him of all people?Definitely believed more in werewolves before his family got turned than to think of himself as remotely anything near as pretty.

This man is so confused and he’s probably wondering if it got revamped and now means something worse.

“Is that supposed to be an a new insult?”

“No???I’m calling you pretty boy because you are a pretty boy?”

This man has faced some shit as a sheriff and as a part time werewolf hunter but this is one of the few times where he’s just blank.

He finds it hard to believe you’re being genuine about that compliment and even if you weren’t,it doesn’t change the fact how he reacts to that name.

You just turned this 6ft 56 year old into a pile of mush.Literally probably replaying in his head of the exact moment you said it with his heart rate surpassing the fastest of runners.He feels like a prepubescent teen experiencing a crush for the first time and it’s embarrassing.

You a pretty person just referred to him as pretty???

You’re probably worried if your broke him or something because of the way he’s just been standing there,staring at you.

A full minute passed by and now you’re wondering if you crossed his boundaries too much and began to apologize.

“I’m sorry,it seems I made you uncomfortable and promise not to ca-“

“N-no it’s fine.Definitely a much nicer name than what I’ve been called before.You can keep calling me that if you want to.”

And please do.This man in his head is silently begging you too.

“Okay,pretty boy.”

Don’t care if this is OOC and might be trash(probably might edit later).I’ve been up for more than 24hrs and ready to fight God and werewolves barehanded.The lack of Travis Hackett fanfic content is disgusting so here’s my contribution on this hellsite.Also a firm believer that this man is a switch and y’all can’t change my mind.If ya’ll want to use this for a fic or whatever then please do and credit!Other than that,I hope y’all enjoyed this!

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howdydarling · 2 years

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Am I the only one who thinks Travis might cry a little when he has sex with his s/o for the first time? He's embarrassed about it but he can't stop himself. He's been alone for so long and nobody treats this poor man kindly not even his family. So to have someone that cares about him and wants to be with him makes him really emotional. Just run your fingers through his hair and whisper sweet nothings to him while you're together that's all he wants.

No, you’re so right, though.

I believe wholeheartedly that he would do his best to be stoic about it, but it would get to him - being that close to someone, engaging in something so intimate, and, more than that, being faced with the irrefutable fact that you want him. You want him, and you’re willing to bare yourself to him, willing to touch him - not with revulsion or fear, not through coercion, but just because you genuinely enjoy him, because you trust him, because you care about him. It breaks down the wall he’s built around himself to protect all those soft feelings with brutal precision, and in a way he never could have expected. And the way you reach for him, the way you pull him in, the way you look at him, like he’s actually worth something. He offers himself almost apologetically, an unspoken “I’m sorry that this is all I have to give,” and you reach for him and smile at him because he’s not just enough, he’s exactly what you’ve been looking for, and it makes no damn sense to him, but it means everything to him. And in the rush of the aftermath, the two of you clinging onto each other, breath mingling, your hands stroking over his back, how could he not be overwhelmed? How could he not cry? Something in him just breaks, some dam he’s been patching up for years, and he buries his face against you to hide it, because that, that will be the last straw, he’s sure of it. It’s one weakness too many, and you’ll laugh at him, or scold him - but instead, when you notice, you just hold him closer. You hold him, and he sobs, and apologizes, because this isn’t how this should have gone, he’s fucked it up, he’s ruined this - except he hasn’t, because you just hold him closer still. You just kiss his forehead, stroke your fingers slowly through his hair, and tell him to relax. To let this out. To let you help hold all these burdens he’s been carrying alone. So he cries. He cries and cries and cries, shakes, hides his face, and you accept him. You want him, you accept him, you love him, and he loves you. He loves you.

#hdask.#travis hackett x you #travis hackett x reader #travis hackett #thank you for letting me think about this #i’m love him so much #i want to kiss him and hold him and help him work through his trauma #ch; travis hackett

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captaincaptainjill · 11 months

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Highway Encounter - Travis Hackett x Reader Update✨

Chapter 7: And with the tables turned.. is now online 😘 We're getting there. But first, some angst.

Rating: Mature ->there will be smut later, I promise

Status: Chapter 7/9

A big thank you to everyone still interested in my little story!! Sending you a lot of love💕

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luvliewriting · 2 years

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❦Home Alone❦

❦MDNI! 18+❦

Summary: You're home alone, at least you thought

Pairing: Travis Hackett x F.Reader

Warnings: ns/fw minors do not interact please, pre-canon, smut, established relationship, unprotected, oral (female recieving), fingering, creampie, cussing,

Note: MDNI! Please have your age somewhere visible on your profile before you interact or you will be blocked. Minors block Luvlie18

Also this was very very inspired by my friend @lay-z so go check her out :)

I haven't written full smut in like 2 years so bare in mind I'm rusty

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“I only have a few hours,” Travis said calmly to himself, sitting upon the armchair of the living, his sheriff badge in his fingers. Dirt was still on his hands and in spots on his face, yet he didn’t seem to mind. He was without his work attire, dressed in only a white tanktop and his work jeans, his police gun secure in its spot on the table. “With the fullmoon tomorrow, my days both seem longer and shorter." You looked up from the cup of boiling water, Travis' eyes lost in thought looking down at his sheriff badge, “this Silas chase is starting to see more and more difficult.”

You moved over to her love, holding the steaming coffee in your palm and handing it to him. You pitied him right now, he looked so tired. He was tired. He was overworking himself at the station, he barely allowed himself any sleep as much as you begged him to lay in bed with you a little more. You would be lying if you didn't miss when you could just tug on his arm to get back in bed and he would stay with you under the covers for a few more hours.

“Perhaps I can help, Travis,” you had suggested, you had always wanted to help Travis with almost anything including on full moons, but he had never allowed you to, always saying that it was too dangerous for you, “I know it is dangerous, but I can help.”

Travis calmly shook his head, his lips pulled into a thin lined frown, “I will not have you put into danger like that.” Travis placed the cup on the table and stood, placing his jacket back down on the chair before looking at you, “I couldn't live with myself if you turned into one of those things. You're my sense of normality, that there's still good in my world.”

You felt him place a kiss to your cheek before walking past you to where your bedroom was. You followed after your boyfriend, stopping in the doorway while you watched him pull on his work shirt. You leaned against the doorframe, a frown on your face, "it pains me watching you the last few days. It's like I'm just a burden to you."

A sigh left the sheriff's lips, his hand wavering on the final button of his shirt, “I have work to go to, we shall discuss this later.”

Travis made his way past you at the doorframe, turning around to pull you into a kiss, gentle and quick before he turned on his heel again saying a goodbye and leaving out the door. You watched him get into his car from the window behind the curtain. A disappointed sigh left your lips as you went to the bedroom again to get ready for the day yourself.

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A walk through the yard at sunset, the sun peered over the picket white fence, it straight out of a fairytale the beauty of the saddened woman at sunset. A daily routine for you was to take in beauty of your backyard at sunset. It was Travis' routine first that you at first didn't like that much but you slowly started to love it and attached it to your own routie. You loved the merging of colors set in the sky as the sun descended into the earth.

Your barefeet tickled against the grass, one of Travis' old shirts over your body ontop of a pair of black shorts and your fingers linked behind your back. The purple colour faded black in the sky and the stars began to glisten. You took a breath, the cold of the incoming night making your breath seem like fog in front of you. Admiring the beautiful image you wished you could see watch it forever.

Only thing missing right now was Travis behind you, his chest to your back as you two got to watch the sunset together. Something was just so romantic to you. You felt like you and Travis were the only people when you two would watch it together.

Usually he got home before the sunset but this night was different you guessed. Maybe he got swamped by work.

Once the sun had fully set, you made your way back into the house. You'd be lying if you said that Travis' busyness wasn't affecting you sexually either. It had been 7 or 8 days, you couldn't quite remember, since he's touched you the way he usually does. Even longer since he's started anything with you.

Since dating Travis three years ago, you'd never had to touch yourself due to Travis not being there. He's always been the one to do it for you yet the past few days it's felt more like a very cruel denial edging.

Quietly, you made your way to your bedroom. Closing the door slightly as you shut the lights. The only light being the bedside lamp as you laid down comfortably ontop of the covers of your bed. You checked your phone briefly trying to see if there was anything from Travis; no luck.

You took this as your sign that he wasn't coming home tonight; he was probably gonna spend the night at Chris' and his kids before the day they turn to those horrifying creatures again.

You hooked your fingers into the hem of your black shorts, tossing them to the side of your bed. You still wore Travis' shirt, it smelt like him, it was like he was there almost. You worked your hands down your naval and thighs, trying to imagine Travis and how he would tease you. You finally made it to your underwear, rubbing yourself slowly through the fabric.

You didn't realize how needy you were till now. Getting tired of the fabric in the way, you worked it down your legs kicking it to the side watching it land on the tv in your bedroom. You didn't mind, that was future Y/N's problem, right now your problem was taking care of yourself the way that Travis hadn't in the past few days.

Starting off slow, you allowed your finger to slowly massage your clit in circles like Travis always did. Your fingers weren't as calloused as his but it didn't stop the dirty things living your lips. His name especially rolled from your lips. You move your fingers to move up and down your slit, from your clit to your entrance teasing yourself so slowly.

Feeling your two fingers slowly enter yourself, you felt Travis' name leave your mouth louder. Not that you were concerned, as far as you knew it was just you right now.

Your breath is getting shallow, using your other hand to move up your body under the shirt as you groped yourself. Twisting your nipples between your fingers as you felt your fingers move in and out of you.

Unnoticed to you with your closed eyes in pleasure, Travis watched you ammused. He felt the pressure strain against his jeans from the blood flow watching you. Hearing the lewd moans leave your lips. Is this really want you got up to when he wasn't around? Being a dirty little vixen?

Did you even know he was there? Were you planning this? He couldn't quite tell, all he knew was he was enjoying his view of you so unknowing of his position.

He watched your back arch and your head throwing back, his voice lewdly loud on your lips as he smirked. He didn't even have to touch you to make you cum, just the mere thought of him touching you was enough.

"Nice show," you jumped quickly, snapping out of your high seeing Travis in the doorway pushing the door open a little more letting him in. You went to sit up but he shook his head, "no no no, lay back down." You obeyed, feeling the weight of the bed dippen as he sat down.

His hand moved up and down your leg, looking you over so patiently. Your eyes met his, they seemed darker almost with lust. That's when you noticed the strain in his jeans.

"Well come on, open up a little more," he said tapping your knee. You obeyed spreading yourself for him as he caressed your innerthigh getting dangerously close to your cunt, "I didn't even have to touch you and this is how much of an effect I do?"

You decided to destroy his ego, "you haven't touched me at all lately."

He paused, his hand landing flattely on your thigh. His eyes scanned your face as he tried to think on what he was to say, "I've been busy-"

"No shit sherlock," you snapped back, closing your legs as you sat up on the bed, "I get it you're busy but I have needs to Travis! I want the man who would just sit with me and drink coffee or would hold me while we watch the sunset or at least god for bid want to make out once and while."

"Well darlin' if you wanted that you could have just said," but as he went to lean in, you turned your head away from him, "what?"

"Are you deaf?" You snapped, scooting away from him feeling his hand leave your thigh, "you can't just buy my affection back like that."

Travis sighed, licking his lips, "just c'mere darlin', I really fucking need you."

You looked at him out of the corner your eyes, your eyes crossed over your chest, bare from the waist down, "I just need someone that can put my needs before work."

"I was gonna save this for a better time," you looked at him, your brows going up in surprise as a small box left Travis' pocket. Travis got off the bed, getting on his knees in front of you. One of his hands on your thigh, the other behind his back holding the box.

He looked up at you in admiration, a small smile on his lips as he showed you the box opening it to show a diamond ring, "Y/N will you marry me?"

Your mouth dropped in surprise, a silent nod was all you could make as Travis smiled at you, wrapping his arms around you tightly spinning you slightly before pinning you down to the bed. You gasped feeling the shirt you wore getting unbottoned revealling your braless chest. Travis kissed up and down your neck and collarbone, pressing his body against yourself as you wrapped your arms around him.

"Take off your sheriff shit please," you begged, Travis complying as you watched him unbotton his work shirt and remove his pants leaving himself in only the white tank top and his boxers straining against his dick.

Travis kissed down your body slowly, making sure to pay extra attention to all of your sweet spots as you arched your back into him. Slowly he made his way back up to your neck and to your jaw. He cupped your face with one of his hands, the other holding himself up catching your mouth as his tongue slips between your lips skillfully exploring. Another lewd moan leaving your lips as you feel his hand that was holding your face now in your dripping cunt, pumping in and out slowly.

You went to sit up and pull at his boxers but Travis shook his hand, pinning you back down, "just you tonight darlin', I want you to feel nothing but heaven."

He lets go of you briefly, tugging off his tanktop and than his boxers letting his erection spring free. He's big at 6'3 inches, wide as his tip is in an aching red with precum dripping down the shaft. Travis laid back ontop of you, lining himself up briefly before he penetrated you slowly feeling you moan against him as he grabbed both of your hands intertwining your fingers.

It doesn't matter how many times you and Travis have done it, his cock will always stretch you out making you let out a breathy moan and your nails dig into his back. Travis moans as well, kissing over your jaw feeling your cunt's walls pulse around him pleasurably.

The bed slowly starts to rock, hearing the headboard smack the wall. “Fuck me.” you whispered to him. He picked up the pase snapping his hips into you, catching your lips in his again.

Travis chased both of your orgasms, his pace quicking slowly, a mixture of super slow and super fast. He kissed your head feeling himself go deeper and deeper into your cunt as he let the words slip from his lips, "I love you."

You smiled, making him look at you, "I love you too."

Your nails dug into his bare back feeling him pick up the pace indicating he was gonna cum soon and you were gonna follow next. Your legs wrapped around him tightly, feeling his cock starting to twitch inside of your cunt.

He hid his face in the crook of your neck, breathing deeply as he sucked on the skin sure to leave a mark. The headboard smacking the wall even rougher.

Travis' cock twitches again as you started to cum around him, feeling your cunt squeeze him and pulse start to push him over the edge. Your walls continue to twitch and flutter as he cums, realsing his load into your warm cunt. Travis grunts feeling his load leave and fill up your cunt.

He's still trying to get a grasp of reality as he feels your lips press against the side of his forehead nuzzled into your neck. Travis looks up eventually when he gets a grasp on where he is. Feeling your cunt slowly start to stop twitching agaisnst him as he slowly pulled himself out.

He cleans you up as well as himself, making you a cup of water as he slips under the covers with you. His arms wrapped around your body as he watches you look at your left hand which held the diamond ring.

"I tried to find the one that matched your beauty the best but that was impossible so I went for the second best," he kissed the back of your head, pulling your bare body against his.

For the first time in the past few weeks, you felt loved, happy and satisfied.

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Thank you for reading, sorry if it sucked. Don't forget to like and reblog as it really does help me out

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hrefna-the-raven · 2 years

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Taste of regret (Chapter 2)

Summary:

After many Wednesdays comes that one Thursday

Chapter 2 - Thursdays

"Y/N", your name escaped his lips as a moan followed by deep growl before he whispered your name again.

His eyes felt heavy and it took Travis several attempts to open them, immediately regretting it as the sharp rays of sunlight pushing their way through his shutters resembled God's divine light, blinding him for merely daring to look at it. Never again, the thought hammered against the inside of his skull along with a thudding that made waking up feel like an impassable obstacle, Mount Hangover waiting to be climbed while Travis stood at the base slowly dawning on him that he had forgotten his climbing gear. He grunted and carefully lifted his torso like it was a fragile crystal vase. As soon as his eyes adjusted to brightness of the room, his glance fell on his hand laying on his hard member. It took a few seconds for the memories of the dreams to hark back to his mind. The last dream lingered bittersweet behind closed eyes, you lying in front of him, an undraped beauty with your legs spread wide open his name rolling off your tongue in pleading whispers. His hand gripped his cock harder, pushing his hips up to feel more of the friction and then he froze in mid movement. He just met you, barely had a few hours of intoxicated conversations and silly jokes. How did he dare to indulge in this lewd dreams and actions? You were too precious to be stained by his dirty old mind. And so Travis threw himself again into his usual Thursday morning routine, the clumsy dance of stretching tired legs off the bed and feet onto the floor, shivering firstly at the touch of the cold tiles, before rising up with outstretched arms to keep the balance. A cold shower, downing a whole bottle of water, putting on the black police uniform, attaching the gear and throwing a last glance of disgust at his reflection before heading to the precinct.

A few months had passed, followed by the same rituals, the same shame about the same dreams. Your Thursdays kicked off in a similar manner, waking up from licentious dreams about the sheriff. What was it about this man that made him ever-present even in your subconsciousness? As if you weren't already punished enough by catching yourself regularly thinking about him during the day, secretly casting an imaginary spell to make time pass faster until the next Wednesday. Oh and those wonderful Wednesdays always came just as the sheriff always arrived precisely at 9pm at your bar, smiling as soon as he saw you, educing a toothy grin from you.

"So any exciting events during your shift today", you asked as you put the usual drink in front of the sheriff.

Travis gulped down the entire glass of whiskey at once, waiting impatiently for that boisterous drunk voice to take over his doubtful mind again.

"The different week, same thing, makes me feel like Bill Murray on Groundhog Day but on a weekly scale."

You burst out laughing, blushing slightly, praying that he wouldn't notice but the sheriff did notice that light red tint on your cheeks, wondering if he could really be the reason for it. He mentally shook his head and tapped on the empty glass. Hours passed, you refilled his glass, he emptied it immediately, recounting his days, sharing jokes, throwing in the occasional sarcastic comment, an artless dance of pleasantries, laughter and untroubled chatter. A few minutes past eleven, you took the glass away, giving Travis a serious look.

"How about a deal?"

"What kind of deal?", he eyed you suspiciously.

You threw one hand up, enunciating while pressing your thumb against your middle and ring finger, "I'm make going to make you an offer you can't refuse."

Travis chuckled at your gesture, raising his hands in surrender.

"Please no horse head in my bed, I don't want to go through all the paper work."

The sly smile he gave you melted your heart, leaving nothing but a puddle of warmth in your chest.

"No more drinks for you today, you go home early and", you hesitated for a moment wondering whether he would even consider your proposal or laugh straight at you, "maybe, if you want, you, I mean we could have lunch...like uhm tomorrow?"

You scolded yourself mentally for loosing your confidence so quickly mid sentence and making the whole deal sound weird. It was just lunch, it was not like you'd asked him to fuck you senseless right here on the counter as he did in your dreams every night, it was a harmless lunch between two persons who knew each other or might even count as friends after all those Wednesdays they spent together talking.

While you were engulfed in your own doubts, Travis' brain halted all thoughts at once, turning itself into the bridge of the Enterprise on red alert. An inner dialogue unfolded, requesting clarification on the subject of this lunch. Lunch as an activity itself was pretty harmless, no matter how he turned it around, analysing every possible outcome, he didn't detect any valid reason to decline lunch. You would just eat grab a bit. He cleared his throat, swallowing heavy and taking a deep breath before looking squarely into your eyes.

"Ok, but only if you let me take care of the food."

You blinked in disbelief at his response, all your doubts washed away by a thrill of anticipation.

"You got yourself a prime deal, sheriff", you proclaimed as your fist gently punched his shoulder.

Travis' lips twisted into a charming but devilish grin.

"Ma'am, you just assaulted an officer!", he laughed as he got up, "you will have to accompany me to the precinct, tomorrow at noon."

"Yes, Sir", your voice beamed, "I'll be on time and I promise to not leave the country in the meantime.", crossing your fingers innocently.

You both started laughing out loud, Travis said goodbye and walked out of the door. The fresh breeze outside was a bliss on his heated face. You actually asked to see him outside of your work, and, to make it even sweeter, you did ask first. He had the very same question on his tongue for the whole last month, rehearsing it in front of the mirror, every Wednesday before he headed to the bar, hell even Hank started mocking him for it and told him to just ask the damn girl out, but even as he gave himself liquid courage, he always aborted the mission last minute, throwing the question as far away into the depth of his mind as possible while hoping that Hank wouldn't take the matter in his own hands as he saw him fail Wednesday after Wednesday. Maybe you would never reciprocate his romantic feelings, but, with this prospective lunch, he deemed it at least possible that you could become friends.

You were sure that you wouldn't be able to sleep this night. Your mind was racing, imagining all the clothes you owned in all possible variations, wondering what would be best suited for this date. No it's a lunch, you scolded yourself, not a date! But it could be, a faint voice hushed from the back of your head. You fell on your bed, closing your eyes, feeling your excited heartbeat that would keep you from rest tonight, no dreams about the sheriff, but it didn't matter, you didn't need the dreams tonight, you'd be spending time with the real him tomorrow.

Chapter 3

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The difficulty of taking what you really want. Travis Hackett x Reader. Smut, pegging, implied age gap. It’s never too late to teach an old dog new tricks.

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When you float the idea he goes all deer in the headlights, blush creeping up from under his collar. He’s not disgusted—poleaxed maybe— spluttering a bit before he gets out a what? I, um. No… no thank you, and so you let it lie. There’s plenty else you can do, after all. And anyway you’re well distracted before long, once he starts peeling off his shirt with that boyish grin that makes him look twenty years younger.

Were you a greaser? I bet you were, leather jacket and jeans, causing trouble down at the drive-in and—

Hey now, how old do you think I am?

Just messing with ya. Still think you’d look fuckin hot in leather.

There’s a span of weeks when he’s turning something over in his mind, now and then making that rumbling hmm over coffee at his desk, or as he’s moving slow and lazy in ya with your back pressed against his chest.

You think too much.

One of us has to.

And so time passes until the question just faintly brushes the back of your mind, until the lights are low and he’s nosing at your neck. I want you to, he says, and you can feel the heat radiating from his cheeks.

Gonna have to be more specific, T. Pulling it out of him carries the risk of Travis simply retreating into himself, but this is part of the dance: the I want that becomes we need, the shyness spiraling out into abandon— because he is shy, no matter what he or anyone else says; he dreams of rain in the pines and not another soul around for miles— but all this hinges on him speaking his need.

I— aw fuck. I want you to fuck me. His words are breathy on the exhale, wispy almost; it’s that little voice whispering I want, I want, peeling back the ingrained layers of good boys don’t do that, laying bare the part of him that dares to take what he wants. This won’t be a grand event; there will be no rose petals or candlelight; he is a skittish thing and so he will try to stay at the very edge of the light where he can let his needs unfurl. But he is the center of your attention here whether he likes it or not; he takes a breath and lets you lay him down.

You don’t have to say I’ll be careful but you do say easy does it when you’re slicking him inside and out til he’s nearly more lube than man; he’s had a finger in him once or twice but the promise of more has him breathing openmouthed, canines catching at his lip. I gotcha. Here, check it out— and you’re closing his big rough hand over the silicone cock, feeling the tug of leather against your skin as he hefts it, pursing his lips such that you can practically hear the gears turning in his mind.

And if he twitches a little at the way you’re petting at his insides, it doesn’t last because at last he’s drifting in the rare pleasure of being cared for, rocked now and again by the uncertainty of this unfamiliar ground. Feels— weird. Exposed? Like I’m more naked than I’ve ever been. He shifts, canting his hips up just a bit; he could be chasing sensation or trying to evade it, and so you have to ask.

Hey. We still good?

Golden.

Okay, then. Lie back and let me blow your mind.

Smartass, I oughta— whatever he meant to say dies in the harsh wet gasp that punches out of him when you steady the toy against his ass and slowly push inside. It’s not from pain but rather from the sheer overwhelming scope of sensation that he has no reference for, and so all he can do is drop his head back among the pillows and feel.

‘Salright? His answer is in the way he reaches for you, threading a hand between all your tangled limbs til he can grip at your hip, catching at the leather strap. His pale arm tenses bowstring-tight with the force of his need; he’s beyond speaking but his body speaks more clearly than he could, his cock twitching and jerking against his belly. Stroke yourself, gorgeous. C’mon, let me see, you look so fucking hot when you let go. And when he does let go— when he sheds the final scrap of oughtn’t, shouldn’t, mustn’t and clothes himself in pure naked pleasure— when he takes himself in hand and his breaths falter out of rhythm, that’s when it happens.

It’s the smallest change in angle, a shift of your hips that rips a startled, wide-eyed oh from him. There, huh?

I— fuck. Fuck. Again, more— and of course you’re gonna give him what he wants, what he needs— unh— he’s been wound so tight for so long, he deserves this mindless pleasure, the wet sound of skin on skin as you push him hard toward the edge— fuckfuckfuck— the stoic in him has combusted and all that’s left is this mad dash to— ah— to—

and he falls.

He’s still twitching but you’re already halfway out of the harness, wrapping yourself around his thigh, and he slots against you so perfectly, slippery with spilled lube and your own need; the hair on his thigh gives just the right amount of friction and it’s no time at all before you’re following him down.

In the loose-limbed aftermath he’s hazy, drifting; his fingertips brush against your cheek as he’s mumbling cmere. Scootch up. He’s so warm, slick with sweat and fluids but you fit so perfectly against his side. It’ll be worth having to peel yourself off him later; for now he’s slipping into sleep with one arm draped across your belly. For now, there is no thought, no worry— only rest.

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Travis Hackett x Reader WIP : PART 1

I wrote the first two chapters and wasn't sure if I was going to continue. Because people have expressed such support I have found the motivation to continue. More Chapters out now!

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Background info: I’ve basically inserted (Y/N) into Laura and Max’s situation but with a twist. I’ve tried to keep much of the game dialogue the same in some scenarios so you can actually hear Travis Hackett saying it.

Chapter 1: An Impromptu Meet

“Fuck. It’s gotten really dark out” you say as you survey the road.

Maybe driving in a day early wasn’t such a good idea. Especially this late at night. You did call ahead… kind of. You left a voicemail saying you’d be in later so that should have been good enough. I mean, Mr. Hackett always talked about how welcoming the town of North Kill was to new counsellors so this shouldn’t be that… bad.

“Shit. Did I miss the exit?”

You swing your head to look behind you in case you missed any signs. Your eyes shifting from one side to the other. When you turn back around you see something in the road, and you’re approaching it - Fast. You grab the steering wheel and swerve hard to the left. You feel a slight bump and skid off the road. The car crashes through the wooden fence, veering off into the forest. Hitting a stump you lose control of the wheel. The car twists and turns through the forest jostling you in the process. Next thing you know the car has skidded to the side and come to a stop.

You sit there for a time being, processing just what the fuck has happened. Your car makes puttering sounds in the silence.

“Oh my God… Oh my fucking God.” You say in disbelief.

Slowly regaining your composure you unbuckle your seatbelt. It hits your arm slightly as it zips up back into its regular place. You’re amazed that your airbag didn’t deploy after all that. You reach for the car door and open it with a shaky hand. As you take a step outside the vehicle you realize you’re a bit dizzy. Holding onto the car you steady yourself while taking in your surroundings. Yup. You are in the woods. Fuck. You take out your phone from the car and put on the flashlight, walking to the front to check out the damage. Shining the light you see where your front bumper is bent and that the right headlight is out, glass broken around it.

“Shit…okay…okay. Not bad.” You move your flashlight a bit more, now seeing a bit of blood on the car. “But not great”. You say exasperated.

What the fuck was that? It was low to the ground but it looked… hunched? Fuck, how badly could it be hurt? I didn’t hit it straight on…

The wind blowed, rustling the leaves of the forest. For a moment you almost forgot how far you are from the road. Staring into the darkness you feel a sense of unease, as if there was something more than you in this neck of the woods.

Yeah. I gotta get the hell out of here

You open up the hood, hoping that you don’t see any damage you can’t fix easy. Nothing seemed too out of the ordinary… or so you hoped. It was kind of hard to even examine the car in your shaken state. As you close the hood you take a step to your side and catch yourself on a tree root, falling flat on your face.

“Oh God damn it.” You say, struggling to get up.

You wipe the mud off your phone first and then attempt to wipe down part of your shirt, making the stain worse in the process. You sigh out loud and make your way to the driver’s seat. As you open the door you hear a noise. Looking back slightly you hurry into the car and immediately lock it. You relish in the safety of your car, slowly realizing the soreness in your neck. Bringing your hand up to the nape of you twinge. Seems like your little adventure caused some slight whiplash. Although you don’t feel great it’s not as bad as it could be. You sigh once more as you get the keys to start the car up. As you turn the keys the car spits out rapid clicking noises but doesn’t catch.

“No, no, no! Come on!”

A sense of dread fills your stomach. You try again but it’s just the same sound over an over. You put your head down on the steering wheel. Closing your eyes you lift your head up.

“FUCK!” You scream as you hit both hands on the steering wheel.

You grip the steering wheel for a few seconds before opening up your eyes and tilting your head back. Out of the corner of your eye you see a man in the window.

“FUCK!”

The man stands there calmly. You notice the police uniform and you place your hand on your chest, centring yourself.

“Jesus fucking Christ…. Oh my God you scared me”

After you finish swearing and your heart beat isn’t going a million of miles per second the officer speaks.

“Roll it down.”

“Of course officer”

Rolling down the window you can see him more clearly. He’s got short dark hair, a slender face, and piercing eyes that look black in the darkness of the forest.

“Are you injured”, he says in a serious tone.

“No”, you say immediately. “Well, my neck hurts a bit but I’m okay. Just a little shaken up.”

“Mmhmm” he says, looking at you before drifting his attention to the front of the car.

He walks up to where the damage is and you watch him. He slowly approaches where you’ve damaged the car and bends down. After a second of scanning the front he stands back up.

“You wanna tell me what’s happened here?” He says in a very straight to the point tone.

You gulp as he makes his way back to your window. You can’t look him straight in the eyes so you look literally anywhere else as you muster up your answer.

“Yeah, uh, I-I was driving along the road and took my eyes off for just a second a-and when I looked back there was an animal or something right in front of me so I swerved to avoid it but ended up losing control and…” you pause to compose yourself. “And now I’m here.”

You finish your rambling, shaky response by looking at the officer. His facial expression hasn’t changed at all, fully focused on only what you are saying.

“What did this animal look like?” He’s dead serious, it causes you to shiver a bit.

“I couldn’t really tell, it was so dark and it happened so fast that I don’t know what I hit.”

The cop pauses, closing his eyes for a second before speaking. He looks back at you.

“Can you get your car running?”

“No officer. I don’t know why but it won’t start up… Here I’ll try again.”

You reach for the keys, give them a turn and the same clicking sound starts up again with no sign of stopping. He visibly sighs.

“Alright ma’am please exit the car. Let’s get to the road.”

“Oh okay” you say as he takes a step back from the vehicle.

Fuck. Honestly I’m just glad there was someone out here. I did not like the idea of being here all alone.

You open the car door, placing your feet on the ground. Standing next to him felt more intimidating than when you were in the car. Maybe it’s because he’s a few inches taller than you and so the height difference is more apparent. The fact that he looks extremely serious probably doesn’t help though. Before closing your door you speak up, catching his attention.

“Um, would it be possible to grab my bag from the back? If I’m leaving my car I’d like to take my belongings with me….”

He pauses for a second before replying. “Yeah. We can do that.” He waves his hand nonchalantly towards your car then to the police vehicle. “You can put in the trunk. Let’s get a move on. ” He starts walking.

“Thank you.” You say as you turn to your seat.

You take your backpack from the passenger seat with your water bottle and sunglasses. Pressing a button you pop the trunk and close the driver’s side door. Grabbing your bigger bag from the back you shut the trunk. You pat the vehicle, hoping you’ll see your car sooner than later. You fast walk to the cop car and lug your bigger bag into the back, choosing to keep your backpack by your side. You look to the cop. He’s shuffling some things from the front to the back seat area so you can sit. He bends back up, his hand on the passenger side door waiting for you. Closing the cop car's trunk you make your way over. You can feel him staring at you so you mostly stare at the ground while you walk. Near the door you decide to look up at him.

“Thank you again for all your help”, you say giving a slight smile.

You see his facial expression change, he’s not making eye contact but focusing on the side of your face. You’re a bit perplexed but you keep the smile. He reaches to his side.

“Hold still please.”

Now you’re even more confused. Your smile starts to drop and your eyes dart to his hand. He’s taking something out of his pocket.

“What are you doing…?” You say with apprehension.

He brings out a handkerchief, shakes it once to unfold it and brings himself closer to you, arm outstretched. You step back.

“I said, stay, still.” He says assertively.

You freeze. Closing your eyes not knowing what to expect until you feel the cloth at the side of your face.

“Just….yeah…” he says in almost a whisper.

He’s wiping your face. You totally forgot about the fall you had earlier. You must have had some dirt on your face.

“Mhmm…there.” He mutters as he steps back, taking away the handkerchief from your face leaving you with only the tingly sensation of the cloth.

You open your eyes again, meeting his.

“Fresh as a daisy.” He says to you in an almost friendly tone. “Now, let’s get going.”

“Oh yeah, um, okay…” You say as you sit down, still wondering why he did that for you.

He shuts your passenger door. You put your backpack down between your legs and reach for the seatbelt. He walks to the drivers seat and closes the door once he’s in. Without even looking at you he starts up the car and puts it into reverse. He turns his body towards you, reaching his hand toward your headrest and begins to back up. You til your head slightly so you’re not right next to his arm. You try not to look at him directly but as he shuffles in his seat you can’t help but notice the profile of his face. He’s actually quite attractive. He’s got a strong yet lean face, making his other facial features quite distinct. His hooded eyes are what initially caught your attention. Every time he looks at you it’s like he can see right through you, which is a bit unnerving on your side. The police uniform collar fits his neck perfectly, making his Adam’s apple quite pronounced. You realize you’ve probably been staring for a while so your eyes wander away from his frame. He definitely fits the role of tough rural police officer with a face like that. As he reaches the road the car ride starts to smooth out. Rolling to a stop he bring his hand back and puts the car in park. With one hand on the wheel and the other on his thigh he exhaled, looking right at you.

“Now, you wanna tell me, just what in the HELL you are doing, all the way out here, this late at night?”

The tone change made you jump a bit. Now we’re back to serious cop.

“Oh, yeah, I-I was headed up to Hackett’s Quarry summer camp, I’m a new counsellor.” You say with minimal stuttering.

Visibly raising his eyebrow he takes a second to pause, zero-ing in on your face.

“You’re one night early.”

“Yes, yes I am. I called ahead so they knew I was coming. Thought I’d get in early and scope it out”. You turn your head back to where your car ran off the road. “Of course that hasn’t worked out great.” You say with a bit of an exasperated laugh at the end.

The officer doesn’t laugh back. You stop smiling and clear your throat slightly. He looks down and presses his lips together as if he was contemplating something. He looks up at you for a second, focusing of your face and your expression before looking back down.

“You’re not going to make it to Hackett’s Quarry.” Looking up he shakes his head. “Not Tonight.” He turns, focusing on the road ahead.

He taps his fingers on the steering wheel, probably thinking about what to do with you. As he’s taking a moment to pause you look down the road too. You turn your head a bit too fast making you wince from some slight pain. The cop notices this too, looking you up and down as you put your hand to the back of your neck.

“I’ll take you to the station tonight. It’s closest and I need to be out tonight.” He’s taken his hand off his thigh and placed the car in drive before you could respond.

“Oh…okay… that should be fine…” you say hesitantly. He starts a u-turn and begins to drive down the road.

“If you’re worried about what’ll happen to your car I’ll make sure to get it out first thing tomorrow. I’ll bring it to the scrapyard to get looked at.”

“Oh, that’s fine. Thank you.” You say a bit off-put. “I was just wondering… you said you’d be out? Will you leave me alone at the station?”

“Yup. I have things to take care of but I’ll give you a a bed ‘till morning. I’ll take you to the camp tomorrow. Do you understand.” The way he said it was more of an order than a question.

“Yes. Absolutely. Thank you Officer.”

“Mhmm” he replies.

For the rest of the drive you both sat in silence, filling the car with steady breathes and racing thoughts.

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Chapter 2

BTW- this is the first fanfic I’ve ever written. Let me know what you think!

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