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Travis, the Dog Boy

Another one cover for my fanfic. AU, where at the beginning of the story Travis was bitten by Silas. Now he's a werewolf. And now it's a big problem in perspective, because Travis has been a dog all his life without the curse. Description: "The plan had been clear - to be in camp the day before the deadline. But someone else's hand had dealt the cards differently: first the old woman, then the accident, and now this creepy cop out of nowhere, now halfway to the hospital, methodically staining the interior of their car with his own blood. The hitch brings them to camp on the exact date agreed upon - not a day earlier. The sheriff is surprisingly here too, good as new, barely wrinkled, but the odd vibe from him twists her stomach in a knot.

That's how Pavlov's dog looks at you" Here's the link. The language is Russian. I'm not a native English speaker, unfortunately. I don't even know if it makes sense to look for a beta-reader to try to translate this work.

madness is only skin deep

I finished the cover for my fanfic. The Quarry х Skinner crossover. AU where Travis Hackett and Dennis Skinner are the same person.

Description:

"Travis Hackett is a mentally ill man. In the past, under the alias of Dennis Skinner, rightly nicknamed "the skinner", he freshened up young women. Caught and sentenced to confinement in a mental institution, he was considered inoperable for decades.

Laura Kearney is a young professional thrown into the North Kill asylum by chance and academic assignment. It is she who is to conduct a peculiar interview with a patient who has been incarcerated for twenty-eight years.

On the day of his release"

Link in the notes.

I finally finished this piece! Some cuddles for a grumpy sheriff. ✨🌚

Im just listening to Ava Max - Get out of my Heart and kinda thought about Laura and Max

🤔 did I read too many fanfics were he’s an ass?

Maybe 😂

Am I sorry about that?

✨Absolutely not ✨

A little sketch of Travis and Laura. It looked cute so I had to do it.

I will finish it sometime later.

(Reference used)

The Expression Meme

Henlo everyone! :D

Sorry for not updating- I’ve been sick! Here is the current state of everyone!

And I may… or may not have spend more time on Ryan’s and Dylan’s shirt than necessary 😂

Hope you like it - toodles!

Snacks 🍫

It was twenty minutes until the store closed when a slightly high Laura dragged Travis in to get snacks.

As soon as Travis switched off the engine to his truck, Laura was jumping out the side and into the small grocery store. He had practically chased after her, even when stoned she was quick to lose.

She’d already grabbed a hand basket and was stalking the bakery section of mostly picked over baked goods when he caught up to her.

“Strawberry or apple?” Is all she says once she feels Travis behind her, the basket in the crook of her elbow as she closely inspects some streudals, the plastic package crinkling in her hands.

“Which do you like more?” He grazes the table, looking at the other pastries before flicking back up to the blonde.

“I’m asking youuu,” she pouts, setting the package back down on the table. “I’m not the only one going to be eating them.”

“…strawberry,” he says quietly, looking away and over to another table that held muffins. He hears her mutter something, followed by the loud crinkle of the container as it was put in her basket.

“Trav,” she’s suddenly right beside him and her hand is on his arm, making him flinch slightly. She smirks as she pulls him along, “C’mon.”

He follows willingly, watching her put item after item in her basket until it was overflowing and he was carrying some of it.

The last aisle they went to before going back up front to check out was frozen. He watched as Laura paced up and down the ice cream section, she’d set down her basket and he’d picked it up, juggling everything until he had a good grasp of everything.

She was.. adorable. Stopping in front of each door and looking at all the flavors, the tip of her tongue sticking out as she tried to make a decision. Just as he was about to say something, she smiled hugely and swung open a door and pulled out a container and happily made her way over to him.

“Traaaav, they have Blue Moon!” She shoved the container in his face like he didn’t see her with it, basically dancing with excitement just seconds ago. “I haven’t had Blue Moon in… in a blue moon,” she laughed, the sound twinkling and making his heart flutter.

“Give it here,” he extends his free hand, “I’ll add it to your more than overflowing basket.”

“I can carry it,” she holds it to her chest, even though the cold makes her shiver, “You’re already carrying so much..”

“I’m not the one that put the whole junk food aisle in this teensy little basket,” He shoots a little too hotly but he sees the sudden change in her face and he backpedals quickly, “I didn’t-“

“Nope,” her mood had instantly soured and she turned toward the checklane, “C’mon, we’re done. Gotta go pay for all my junk food.”

He narrows his eyes at the back of her head as he follows her. He catches a whiff of her as she rushes away from him, she’d just finished smoking at her apartment right before he picked her up. He didn’t hate the smell.. it just reminded him of his teen years.

Weed wasn’t his thing, he’d tried it a few times in his youth, but smoking was more of a thing Chris was into. He didn’t judge, everyone had their ways to relax and deal with all the horrors of life. He just chose the one that kills your liver more than anything.

They enter a self checkout terminal and she begins scanning everything, not even sparing him a glance.

She reaches back for the last item, a small roll of salted peanuts, but instead Travis pulls the basket away.

“Laura-“ he starts but she just gives him a glare, making him open and shut his mouth.

An announcement that the store is closing in five minutes goes over the intercom.

He meets her eye and scans the peanuts before placing it in a plastic bag. He practically pushes her out of the way, crowding the machine with his body, bringing his wallet out and inserting his card before she can even protest it.

“Travis, I was going to-“

“No, save it,” he follows the actions on the screen and pockets his wallet. He starts grabbing all the bags in one hand, “C’mon, let’s get out of here before they kick us out.”

She nods, following behind him.

They don’t speak until they’re both settled in the truck, groceries tucked away behind them.

Travis speaks first, “I didn’t mean to upset you.” He glances at her, the soft light of the moon hitting his face, “I wasn’t.. ugh,” he groans, trying to figure out what to say.

He, however, is taken back by Laura leaning into his space and pressing her lips softly against his cheek. “…I didn’t mean to get short with you.”

His lip quirks up, and he swears he sees a twinkle in her eyes, “Don’t think you’ll get a growth spurt anytime soon.”

“Ha. Ha. Ha,” she says sarcastically, “Thanks, though, for paying for it all. You didn’t have to.”

“It’s no problem,” he starts the engine and looks over at her again. “I am sorry, y’know? I’ve just.. been stressed from work and well, trying to figure out what to do with the camp. I didn’t mean to snap at you.”

She looks back at him softly, giving him a small smile and nodding.

Travis wets his lip and looks ahead, putting the truck into gear and maneuvering out of the parking lot and out onto the road.

They weren’t too far away from his cabin, but they still caught the red light right before they were out of town. The low rumble of 80s music on the radio, Travis’ hands tapping along to the rhythm.

“Trav?” Laura’s voice is quiet, almost shy.

He hums, turning his attention back to her, only to find her closer than anticipated. He almost jerks back, but her hands are on him in seconds and drawing him closer as she brings their mouths together.

He stills, eyes wide and face bright red, as she gently pulls away. Her hands shake slightly as she lets him go. “I’m.. I’m sorry, I should’ve- I know you don’t like it-“

“It’s okay,” She inhales as Travis gently takes a hold of her chin, and cupping her cheek as he brings her back. Slotting their lips back together softly for a moment before he backs off some and kisses her temple.”I don’t mind, if it’s you.”

A small smile formed on her lips as she took Travis’ hand and intertwined their fingers on her lap. She trailed her free hand softly over the scar tissue on his forearm as they pulled into his driveway.

They park and Travis leans in to kiss her cheek again before taking his arm back and reaching behind to grab their multiple bags of treats.

Laura happily gets out and begins her run to the door, flipping around with her hands out as she waits for Travis to toss his keys to her. “Traaaav!”

He just rolls his eyes with a smile and throws them, watching her almost fumble as she stretches up to get them. She does a happily little dance as she opens the front door, holding the storm door open for him to pass through. “Thank you, ma’am.”

“No problem, sir,” she grins, stepping behind him and playfully slapping his ass as they make it to what is essentially a nest in the living room.

Travis had pulled out all the blankets he owned and put them on the couch before going out, all because he knew Laura was coming over and she really liked to huddle up under the plush fabric….. and he wouldn’t admit it, but he was really looking forward to some cuddling.

He sat the bags on the coffee table, sitting down on the edge of the couch as he rifled through all the bags and sets them on the table one by one.

Laura falls into the couch beside him, scooting into his space and gently pressing into him. “What d’ya wanna watch tonight?”

He shrugs, snapping the package of strawberry strudel bites open and putting one between his lips before taking another and almost giving Laura it, but is stopped by her mouth on his, trying to steal it directly from him. He bites down, snapping it in half to chew and swallow it.

He snorts at her glee little face and plops the pastry still in his hand into her mouth. “Greedy.”

“Mmmmmaybe,” she gathers up one of the blankets, a deep navy plush one that was usually on Travis’ bed, and puts it over both of their shoulders and then leans back. “Maybe I just want you to feed me.”

“Bake off?” He gestures to the TV, adjusting himself to lay back as well, taking a hold of the remote.

“Yessss,” she leans over him, grabbing some chocolate. She grins when she feels Travis’ large hand slide down her back and then squeeze her ass lightly.

“Definitely not a soggy bottom,” he murmurs, which makes her squirm against his hand as she laughs.

Soon enough, they’re both melted into the couch watching the various delicate, interesting pastries on screen. Despite Laura insinuating that Travis feed her, she had been feeding him throughout their binging of the latest season of The Great British Bake Off.

“You’re going to put me into a sugar coma,” he huffed, kissing her fingers as she pressed another piece of milk chocolate into his mouth.

“Maybe then you’ll be sweet to me,” her lip quirked up, popping some chocolate into her mouth.

Travis snorts and yanks her up and onto his lap, pulling her into a deep kiss. The tang of the chocolate on both of their tongues as they slot together with almost simultaneous moans. His hands roam over the expanse of her hips and thighs before scooping her ass and caressing her.

She ends up giggling as she draws back, nuzzling into his throat and placing small kisses amongst the column of his neck. “Your face is scratchy.”

“Mm, sorry,” he palms his own face, feeling the slight stubble, “Forgot to shave this morning.”

She smiles and places her hands on both sides of his face, her thumbs grazing along the slight hair. “I kinda like it, but I like you any way that you are.”

He turns and kisses one of her palms, “Well.”

A kiss on her other palm, “I.”

He leans his forehead against hers, “Love.”

A chaste press of his lips to hers, “You.”

She gleefully hugs him and pushes him back into the couch as she plants kisses all over his face. “I love you, too, Trav.”

He returns her hug by wrapping his arms around her and just holding her there. Content and warm, surrounded by her and the hoard of blankets and sweets.

prompt suggested by the lovely @fortheloveofwii 💕✨

"So...what was all that about?"

Laura comes out from the shower and enters Travis's bedroom, a cloud of condensation following her even as she takes in his question. She runs a towel through her hair and shrugs, "I don't know what you mean."

"Really?" He deadpans, crossing his arms, the sheets tangled around his waist, "That's your play? Laura...you basically just jumped my bones."

(more explicit under cut)

She's redressed in the same shirt as before, but he takes in the new pair of panties she's sporting with some satisfaction, as she sighs and tosses the towel to one side, "Okay, look, I've been-?"

It's clear she's trying to ease herself into this uncomfortable conversation as best she can, the way she's swinging her arms and twisting about on her feet, "Sort of...in a mood."

"A mood?"

"An...amorous one."

"So, horny." He sums up and her cheeks take on an attractive shade of pink, her eyes casting downwards, "In a manner of speaking..."

"Alright." Travis absorbs this and does his own looking down. He takes in the signs of aging on his hands and sighs, "But...why-?"

He almost says 'me'. Almost. But instead, feeling a sudden tendril of fear, he changes tack, "Why not just ask me?"

Laura snorts, "Oh yeah. Because you're so easy to talk to."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"C'mon Travis, " she waves her hands about, "We live together, but we're practically strangers. You never talk to me, I never talk to you-!"

"We talk-?" He starts to argue but she cuts in quick, "About the baby! That's it! Nothing else! It's-it's like when I was locked up all over again! You barely breathe one word to me-!"

"Well, what else is there to talk about?" Travis counters, aggravated at the reminder of his unlawful imprisonment of her, "If it wasn't for that, we would've never spoken again!"

Laura shakes her head, "You don't know that!"

"The hell I don't! What would we have talked about? You shooting my niece? You holding me responsible for your boyfriend getting torn to pieces? What about my keeping you locked up?"

Laura looks unhappy, but talking about this, finally discussing it, actually makes him feel better, "Face it, Laura. This...thing between you and me is only because of the baby."

He knows it's the truth. He knows it needs to be said. But, still...he's weak. So weak, as he concedes, "But...I mean, considering how it happened...if you-? If you have needs right now, needs because of-of hormones or whatever...then I'm-?"

He shrugs, "Then I'm willing to help. You just have to ask."

Laura glares at him, "Okay, so, what? I'm good enough to fuck, but not good enough to talk to?"

"You want to talk?" He snarls and gets up from the bed, still completely naked, "Fine. Let's talk."

He stalks over to her, but Laura doesn't look afraid. No, not Laura Kearney, of course not. The girl who showed any trepidation towards him when they first met is long gone and she's breathing hard now, looking angry as he growls, "You killed my niece!"

"I didn't-!"

"No," he stops her sharply, "You wanted to kill my brother."

"You didn't tell me-!"

"I told you what you needed to know." He crowds her up against the nearest wall, "Nothing else. And yeah, that's my mistake, but you ask me if you're only good enough for fucking and you know that's not true."

Laura's back is up against a wall and she looks a toss up between angry and aroused and that's fantastic, because that's exactly how he feels, "You're good at lots of things, Laura. Good at lying, good at killing-!"

"Travis..."

He presses his face close to hers, breathes in her fresh clean scent and hisses, "Good at riding me dry."

"That's-? I'm not-?" She looks confused and annoyed, but her eyes are glazing over and shit, she wasn't lying about how she's been feeling 'amorous', "You're good at carrying my child...our child..."

His hand presses over her belly and he can feel how she's grown. The slight increase under his fingertips and it shouldn't appeal to him as much as it does, but there's something about the knowledge that he's helped her to create this.

That beneath his palm he's encouraged something good, something positive - something alive. It speaks to him. Makes him feel as if, for the first time in six years, he's done something right.

And he'll keep it right.

When the time comes.

He'll step back, step away, when he has to. For Laura's sake. For the baby's. But for now, he doesn't see the harm in indulging himself, especially if it's helping her, and he captures her mouth with his, kissing her deeply.

Laura is still slightly stiff, like she wants to object and he draws back, air rushing from him as he speaks, "You want me to talk, I'll talk. I'll say all the right things, tell you what you want to hear..."

"L-?" Laura has to stop, has to lick her lips to return moisture to her mouth before asking, "Like?"

"Like how lucky I am to do this with you. How you giving me permission to touch you drives me outta my mind." Even as he says it, the hand he'd had on her stomach dips lower, fingers easing back the elastic waist band of her newer set of underwear.

"How finding you so wet and ready for me takes my breath away."

"Travis..." It comes out airy, shaky and he can't help but give her a shark like grin as he softly palms her before stroking his fingers along the silky lips of her pussy, "Look at you, you're already so sweet down here, juices flowing, and it has nothing to do with the shower you just had, does it?"

Laura audibly swallows, shakes her head and her expression would signify it as a shameful thing, but he clicks his tongue, "No, no - don't be ashamed, Laura. It's okay, I understand. I'm not as young as I used to be, but I can still take care of you."

He buries his face into her hair, his own hot breath billowing back on him as he mummers against her scalp, "Please, ma'am...let me take care of you..."

Asking seems to spark something in her as she moans, turning her head to capture his mouth. They're kissing, open mouthed and filthy, and one of his fingers has worked up into her again, another knuckle pushing against her clit and she mewls.

His dick bobs some, aware and wanting to fill to full hardness again, but having already had a good go, it's not quite ready yet. That's fair. Travis has other talents and he decides to use them, as he withdraws his fingers from her.

"No! What-?" Laura cries out in such despair that it nearly parallels the way she sounded when he first locked her up, when he interrogated her, when he left her alone, and a dark, twisted part of him is so turned on by that, even as he whispers, "Shh, it's alright, it's alright..."

Laura doesn't look as if it's alright, but he just carefully turns her, gently eases her back towards the bed and suddenly she seems to understand and the way her eyes light up-!

Travis can't afford to notice that. Moreover, he can't afford to like it. What he told her is true. She killed his niece, tried to kill his brother - he doesn't hold her accountable for his mother, because he recognizes how that was clearly an accident, but still...

There's nothing but blood between them.

His family's. Her boyfriend's. The baby, in its own way, is blood too - but this blood bonds them instead of tears then apart, and he can't afford to have feelings for her.

Even if it's too late.

Even if he had them before all of that, had them start when she was first in his custody - so strong, so defiant, so the opposite of how Gwen was, but in such an appealing way.

His wife had been soft spoken, biddable. His mother called her weak, stupid. Travis hadn't felt that way at all. Gwen had been delicate, she'd needed him for protection, just as much as he'd needed her for love.

But he'd failed.

He'd failed to protect Gwen and that was just the beginning of his failures in protecting people. And not just any people, the ones he loved. So, he won't love Laura. Or the baby. He won't.

He'll protect them. He'll leave them. But for now he has to help them both. Her, in particular, as he lays her out gently, removing the underwear she just put on.

The bed is soft against his knees and he's thankful for that as he bends down low over her, as he takes a hold of her legs and encourages them up and over his shoulders.

Her ankles lock slightly behind his back as he lowers his head, just the tip of his nose brushing against her clit. She whimpers at the feeling, fingernails scratching at the sheets and he tries not to laugh, but it's difficult.

She's so violent, so impatient.

Again, things he shouldn't enjoy, but does.

He takes a smooth, steady lick at the heart of her, honey bathing the breadth of his tongue as he curls it upwards slowly. Laura lets out a choked gasp, her body pressing downwards, clearly eager for more and he can't stop a smile from forming.

Travis is sure she can feel it, his mouth buried as close as it is against her sensitive skin and he kisses there, licks and laves at her pussy the way he was earlier with her lips.

His name eeks out of her, strained, and he can feel her legs shaking. Christ. The way she can cum so quickly right now...

He's not sure if it's because of her age or her hormones or both, but he has no problem bringing her to climax with very little work on his part, his mouth taking her apart easily.

Her voice echoes off the bedroom walls and he's sure she thinks they're done.

They're not.

Travis has all the time in the world.

And he proves that to her as he eases his fingers back inside of her, as his mouth returns to pull tenderly at her overly sensitized clit. He hears her moaning how he can stop, how she can't, not again, but he knows better.

...he bets Max never got her four times...

He continues to work his mouth and fingers over her quivering form and she's crying out about how it's too good and too much and oh sweet God and Travis! Travis! Travis!

Higher and higher in pitch, in fevered joy, and Laura breaks apart a fourth time.

Laura's panting - tiny, pleasured sounds leaving her throat that hints at her coming down and he's tempted to go back at her again, but decides to give her something of a refractory period.

Still, he stays positioned where he is, silently letting her know he's ready to go again when she is, and she must eventually recognize it, as she croaks, "You-? You're not-?"

"Told you. I'm taking care of you."

The sound she lets out at this revelation? A cross between shocked, overwhelmed, and gloriously happy? Travis can't help himself.

He finally gives up, gives in, and he laughs. It's a dumb, dopey full hearted chuckle - but he gives in to it. How can he not?

This is the woman carrying his child and he's doing the right thing. For once. And for now. But again, he has to do the right thing when the time comes.

Come hell or high water.

It starts because of the nightmares.

Laura starts having them in rapid frequency and they're always extremely intense. Interestingly enough they have nothing to do with werewolves or her imprisonment.

Instead they're more abstract and bizarre and she read that her hormones are no doubt to blame - a sort of 'pregnancy brain' taking hold of her REM cycles.

At first she tries to deal with it on her own, waking up gasping and clicking on her bedside lamp, telling herself over and over to relax, that they're just nightmares and they're nothing to get so worked up about.

But as they continue, they start to really interfere with her rest and she knows it can't be good for the baby.

This leaves Laura with one option, one she finds extremely embarrassing, but one she feels she'll have to overcome for her child's sake.

"Travis?" She asks into his dark room quietly. She hears nothing, not even snores (and she would have pegged him as the snoring type), and she strains her eyes, trying to pick him out.

He has a rather large bed with a huge fluffy comforter and more pillows than necessary. It's actually because of the pillows that it takes her a moment to pick him out

He's buried beneath a few and as she carefully treads in, she does her best not to alarm him. Apparently she fails, as he suddenly shoots upright, holding out his hand like he has a gun in it.

He doesn't (thank God), but she gets the impression he used to, as he makes a few disgruntled sounds before asking in a confused, sleepy slur, "L'ra?'

"Yes, it's me."

Travis lets out a grumpy sound and rubs at his face, "Mm'doin here?"

Laura picks up the gist of it, "I...I had a bad dream. Been-been having them a lot lately..."

She feels both stupid and anxious, yet she forces herself to ask, "C-can I sleep in here?"

Travis breathes in deep and sits up more. Even in the dark, Laura can tell his hair is a mess. He fumbles around until he turns on a lamp and he looks exhausted, but cognizant enough to interact, "Sleep here?"

"Yeah, I mean...if you don't mind?"

"Sure." He says as if it's no big deal and then he goes to get up, Laura holds out a staying hand, "What are you doing?"

"You-?" He rubs at his eyes, clearly trying to wake up more, "You said you wanted to sleep here."

"Well, yeah..."

"So, I mean, s'weird, but if you think sleeping here'll be better but 's fine. Just gonna go crash on the couch..."

"Oh! Ah! No..." Laura feels her stomach twist, feels her face flush, "I-I was hoping you...you'd sleep in here too."

Travis looks both sleepy and befuddled, "Um, floor's not great for my back-?"

"I don't want you to sleep on the floor!" Laura comes across sharply, because he has to be pulling her leg now, right? Travis can be dense, but not this dense, "I-? I want you to stay where you are."

If Travis is pulling her leg, he's really playing it to the hilt, because he just looks more confused. Laura sighs, "Your bed is big enough! I stay on my side, you on yours..."

"You-?" He says it so haltingly, "Want to share the bed?"

"Yes, officer. If that's okay." The sarcasm is dry and full of annoyance. Travis just huffs, "Not an officer anymore."

"Okay, well-?"

It hangs there, unanswered, and she feels like someone needs to say something, "You can put up a pillow wall between us if you need-!"

"No, I don't-?" He lets out a few gruff sounds and knocks the covers aside, "Just-?"

He gestures to the open space before curling up neatly (and tightly) on the opposite side. Laura lets out a breath and a 'thank you' before clambering in.

They both stick to their ends, but the air holds tension for some time. Eventually one or both of them succumbs to the weight of sleep and that's that.

In the morning, when the sunlight streams in, Laura wakes up and finds Travis gone. He's gone, but she's...refreshed. She actually did sleep well the rest of the night.

So, the concession was worth it. Laura's sure that once will be enough.

It isn't.

The next night she tries to sleep in her room alone only for the nightmares to return. Once she wakes up a third time that same night, shaky and disoriented, she decides to give up the ghost.

Laura goes to Travis's room, but doesn't wake him this time, as she notices he's to one side again. Instead she crawls in and makes sure to put pillows between them just in case, just to ensure she doesn't alarm him.

If he's alarmed, she never knows it, because the next day she just wakes up alone again, not one word from him.

Thus they settle into a new routine of sharing the bed.

It's not something they talk about - it's like when they share meals or spend time in the same room together, watching television or reading or whatever. It's this unspoken, amicable agreement they've just come to.

Either Travis or Laura will go to bed first and then the other will follow. They've each claimed a side and they sleep together - same room, same bed - no big deal.

Until one morning when Laura wakes up feeling warm and wonderful. Her thoughts are hazy, but she knows she's in someone's arms - she's not sure whose, because she's in that moment of wakefulness where she's not entirely aware of her surroundings.

She's not even entirely sure of who she is, just that instinctual feeling of cozy happiness one finds after a good night's rest and a gentle awakening. But, as her thoughts become more solid, more stable, she realizes that she can only be in one set of arms

Travis.

His name leaps to her mind, almost bursting from her mouth, as her eyes pop open wider and, sure enough, Travis Hackett's arms are circled around her, holding her as closely as a child would hold a beloved stuffed animal.

Laura tenses up, wondering what exactly to do. Flipping out isn't going to help the situation and, frankly, it's...nice. It's been so long since she's been held, touched.

It's surprising how much one can miss physical contact from another person. Laura never appreciated it until she lost it. So, now, in his arms, she almost wants to languish here, enjoy the feeling.

And, selfishly, she does for some time. Eventually, however, she untangles herself from him gently. He doesn't wake up, but she does take note of a displeased wrinkle forming between his eyebrows - as if, even in sleep, he notices the loss

As if he's upset by it.

Laura valiantly ignores this.

It was a strange one off. No big deal. Their spooning. Big whoop. She's just going to forget all about it.

But then it happens again. And again.

Laura doesn't talk to him about it and, if he's ever caught himself doing it, he doesn't talk to her about it. Again, an unspoken thing

It's not as if it's anything overtly romantic or sexual.

Until, of course, it is.

Meme Challenge (Expression)

THERE WE GO!

Now everyone is assembled and it’s time to line and colour~

Thank y’all for your input! ❤️🌚

Meme Challenge by @capochiino

Alright everyone! Only one left and it’s C2! Who shall we take for it? :D

Boba :}

He may be a black coffee man but im a believer he’d like matcha

She’s done! Laura is finally done🫡😭✨

My piece for @burning-peanut s fanfic: the invitation! You can add it to your fix now, thank you for your patience 🥲👏✨

I tried with the background but those are really not my strong suit… 🫠

The taste of chocolate

It had been a rough week. Laura sighed as she leaned back in her seat and stretched her slightly stiff limbs. She looked at the clock that was ticking on the wooden wall next to her.

It was 5.30 pm and Travis would be home in a bit. 

She smiled, thinking about the Sheriff. It had been a long journey for both of them, but she was happy. She was taking her classes online after talking to her professors. She still had to be present, but they would give her the exact date beforehand so she could prepare. Those weeks were the worst because she was only back in North Kill on the Weekends to see Travis before she had to go back and Study. 

Good thing she was in her last semester before she finally could work as a veterinarian like she always had dreamed of. Travis had talked to the local one and Dr. Gold was more than happy to have her in his clinic. He was getting old and a young and new member of his staff would be a great thing to have.

She stood up after hearing the crunch of the gravel, the familiar police cruiser pulling up before their patio. Laura walked over to the front door and opened it, leaning against the frame and smiling upon seeing the tired-looking Sheriff. He smiled when he saw her, a little plastic bag in hand and another small box in his other one.

“Hey” she said softly.

“Hey” he answered.

She closed her arms around his neck and kissed him on his lips, a soft hum rumbled through the taller man's frame, smiling against her plush, soft lips. When they parted, Laura smiled gently, her hands wandering from his neck to his cheeks, cupping them as her thumb gently caressed his cheekbones.

“M’glad your back… how was work?” She asked softly, their faces still close. 

Travis nuzzled her nose and smiled. “Shitty… someone tried to rob Mrs. Anderson's shop in broad daylight. Punks gettin’ real crazy as of late.”

A deep sigh rolled off his lips, pressing them to hers again before leaning back.

“Let’s get inside, I brought take-out”

Laura giggled and stepped inside, him following suit. He set the bag on the kitchen counter and looked at her, smiling. His Laura… His angel. No matter how often he’d look at her, sometimes it felt so surreal having her here in his lodge, living together as a pair. He watched her, her golden locks swayed softly as she worked on getting the food out of their boxes and onto plates before bringing them to the small dining table they had next to the kitchen. He looked at the box that was still in his hand. A black one with a golden bow, a thank you, from Mrs. Anderson.

“Travis? You comin’?”

“Yea, sorry… uh, here. That's what Mrs. Anderson gave me as a “Thank you”... I think it's chocolate and I thought you might like it because you've been studying so hard the past few weeks.” He smiled, his cheeks coloring in a soft red. He always thought blushing would go away with age, turns out that having a younger lover did quite the opposite. She always made sure to challenge him, in and out of bed.

“Nice! I ate the last today! This will be life-saving!” Laura said happily, clapping her hands together as she took the box and walked back to their little office space… well originally it was Travis's office, he just let her there because the wifi wasn’t as shitty in there. The Sheriff chuckled and shook his head.

“Ma'am, just how much did ya eat?”

“Ohhh~ I dunno? Maybe one or two bars? Why? You're gonna arrest me for eating sweets?”

She eyed him with a challenge in her eyes. He huffed and shook his head.

“No, not today, sweetheart.”

Laura booed and stuck out her tongue, which made the older male laugh softly. 

He looked at her in disbelief. His tough and very strong girlfriend. He never thought she would have such a sweet tooth… Ah, to be young again. She can eat as much as she wanted and she would not gain one pound, he on the other side? If he'd had as many sweets as she did it would bring him to an early grave. He shook his head and smiled, sitting down to eat the Chinese takeout he brought home. *The next morning* Travis was already gone. Laura snuggled into his side of the bed, taking in his scent. She hated it when he had to leave early for work. Good thing it was Friday so they had the weekend for themselves. She peeled herself out of the soft bed and stretched. She wore short gray shorts and an old washed-out “Billy Talent” T-shirt that she had taken from Travis. She had been surprised that the stuck-up cop that locked her and Max up in a cell for 2 months actually liked Punk rock. She sighed, smiling to herself as she put on her fuzzy socks and walked into the kitchen to make herself coffee. After she also made some toast, she was walking with a mug and plate in hand, to the office to get some assignments done.

She only listened half-heartedly to her professor's lecture. He was the worst, his voice monotone as he talked, talked, and talked…

She sighed and looked at the black box. She could use a snack… It was already 3 pm and she felt a light craving for sweets. She opened the box and felt her mouth water. The chocolate inside looked fucking delicious and very high-end. What a nice treat.

Laura took the first one out of the golden wrapping paper and looked at the small chocolate ball. She took in the scent. It smelled sweet, sweeter than she thought it would. She shrugged and popped it into her mouth, humming in delight as the rich, sweet flavor hit her tongue. She gasped when she felt a sweet-tasting liquid fill her mouth. She chewed happily, her feet wiggling in the air as she made a small happy dance.

She took another one and moaned. They tasted really good! She would need to tell Travis to get her more of those. She chuckled and sat back at her laptop, yawning as she continued listening to her professor.

Half an hour later Laura furrowed her brows, not in concentration, no. She felt… restless. She had been rubbing her knees together for a little while now, and the itch in her abdomen felt strange, like a wildfire slowly spreading. She could feel her cheeks becoming warm and flushed as she tried to listen to the lecture. After 10 minutes of restless trying she excused herself for not feeling well and slammed the laptop shut. Her breath was coming out puffy. She could feel a throb of heat blossoming between her thighs. She shook her head as the sudden wave of horniness surprised her. She and Travis fucked on almost a daily basis… that couldn’t be it, right? Her gaze fell onto the open box of chocolate. She took the box and inspected it. 

“Love Chocolate”

“Great” she thought. She sighed and decided to take care of it herself before Travis came home because no way in hell she would survive another 2 hours. She felt the wetness between her folds, making her panties damp in anticipation.

She walked to their bedroom, discarding the shorts and panties before flopping herself onto the mattress and burying her face into Travis`s pillow, breathing in the warm scent of pine cones and burned wood. 

Laura sighed softly as her hand slowly wandered down her soft-toned stomach and to her throbbing pussy. 

She mewled when her finger brushed against her clit, slowly circling it. Her mouth fell open and her eyes were already watered as she sobbed, a wave of relief washed over her as she finally, finally able to scratch that itch a little, but it wasn't enough. She rubbed her clit directly and moaned as a wave of electricity ran through her body. She worked on herself, wetness gathering and probably dripping down on their sheets, but she didn't care. All she cared for was getting that awful feeling to go away. Her free hand wandered under the T-Shirt she wore, she thanked herself for not putting on a bra this morning as she kneaded and massaged her mounts, tweaking her nipples to full hardness, She moaned as she pressed herself more into the mattress, her back arching as she mewled shamelessly. One hand kneaded her breast as the other one inched closer to her soaking folds.

Oh, how she wished Travis's skilled tongue would just slither inside her velvet walls, eat her out and make her cum, cum, cum. She gasped as her finger slipped inside, pumping in and out of her wet entrance. She came for the first time shortly after curling her fingers.

She sobbed, it wasn't the same without him. She tried and tried and tried! But her fingers weren’t as big as his and not as long. She let out a frustrated huff as she just couldn’t reach the spot she wanted to scratch so badly, hoping the itch would go away.

She moaned, her body shaking as she worked on herself, cumming yet again with a loud sob and the Sheriff’s name on her lips.

Hours go by and she still felt so feverish, so utterly horny. She didn’t even notice the cruiser pulling up on their pavement and didn’t hear the front door opening.

“Laura? Sweetheart?” he said. He looked around, his brows furrowed. This was weird. Normally Laura would either wait at the door or would come out of one of the rooms and greet him. Just as he wanted to call out for her again he heard something. He stayed still, not moving a muscle when he heard it again. A moan.

He looked at the slightly ajar door to their bedroom. For a moment he wondered if he heard it correctly, but after hearing another moan and a breathless “Travis” he knew he was correct. His ears turned red as he slowly walked inside and the sight he got delivered had his dick twitch in interest.

Laura… His Laura was fingering herself, moaning breathlessly, and calling his name. He swallowed thickly, his pants felt so tight all of a sudden. He watched her for a moment before he decided to gently knock at the door frame.

The blond just looked at him with hazy eyes, mewling at him, her fingers never stopping.

“T-Tra-ah!-Hng~ Travis.. huh~ H-help me p-please~” she looked at him with pleading eyes as he stepped closer, She sighed and moaned in delight when his big hands wandered up her thighs.

“Laura… Baby, how long have you been like this?” he asked softly, taking in her form.

“D-dunno~ It burns… Ah! P-please… Ple-hng~se touch me.” She looked at him with watery eyes and he nodded. He took off his belt and took off his shirt. He breathed in sharply as he saw just how wet she was, a rather big damp spot already formed underneath her. He growled. He could practically feel his pupils widen as he leaned down, licking his lips.

Laura took her hands away, whining softly as she wiggled her hips as if she wanted to hypnotize him.

She didn't need to because Travis already hovered in front of her twitching pussy. He took a shaky breath before he leaned in and lapped at her weeping pussy, humming at the taste. His tongue slipped between her folds, and Laura lost it, moaning his name loudly as she clawed her fingers into his scalp, her thighs opening wider for him as he sucked and licked at her entrance. A Shout left her lips when he sucked on her clit, rolling the sensitive nub between his teeth.

“Fuck!” Laura shouted as she moved her hips into his eager mouth wanting more and more friction.

Travis hummed, sending vibrations through her aflame core as she moaned loudly, cumming against his lips. He didn’t stop tho. His tongue wiggling its way back inside her wet cave, his tongue thrusting in and out, fucking into her. Her moans and mewls were like music to his ears, he loved the way she breathed out his name and soft curses as he worked her open.

When she came a second time from his tongue he leaned back, wiping her arousal from his chin with the back of his hand, grinning to himself as she breathed heavily still coming down from her high.

“What a good girl~” He purred as he opened the fly and button of his trousers. He took them off with his boxers before crawling between her legs again. His cock already standing proudly and ready, lightly curved under his belly button.

Laura whined when she saw his leaking cock.

“C’mon! Give it to me~” she moaned, legs wrapped around his middle and a dark chuckle rumbled through his chest, looking down at his needy Lover.

“So impatient~ What a greedy little pussy… already leaking for me.” he grinned, he couldn't stop and waste an opportunity to tease her, even though it earned him a whine. 

Laura wiggled her hips against his brick impatiently, groaning when his vein brushed against her clit.

“Stop fuck’n around, Travis~ Hurry up.” And that's all that needed to be said. She wept, when his thick cock pushed past her folds, his plush head breaching her entrance. He groaned and sank deeper inside. When he finally bottomed her out she screamed in ecstasy, she came right then and there.

Travis moaned as her tight walls hugged him even closer while she orgasmed. He growled, kissing her collarbone, smirking proudly as he rolled his hips.

“Good girl… coming from my cock. Tell me how much you want me to fuck you.”

Laura shuddered before opening her mouth and moaning. “Pl-please! Fuck me, Travis.”

That's all he wanted to hear. He pulled out almost completely before snapping his hips back into her welcoming heat, groaning as she clenched around him so vigorously. He leaned down, catching her perky nipple between his lips as he sucked, humming to send vibrations through her body.

Laura moaned shamelessly and loudly. She was glad no one was living near them because if they had neighbors nearby, they would’ve definitely heard her. Her head fell back into her neck as he hit her sweet spot.

“THERE! Oh my G-aaagh-od~ Yesh~ there!” her head bent to the side. Travis unrelentlessly pounded into her aching hole, giving her exactly what she wanted. He could feel the familiar knot tighten in his abdomen. He was close. Who could blame him, by the way, she was squeezing and clenching around him?

He took a shuddering breath. Laura’s hands found his back, finding it better than clutching the sheets. Her nails dug into his back, leaving angry red marks behind as he fucked into her.

“Close~ M`so close~!” she mewled into his ear. He huffed. “Let go, Kitten. Cum for me”

That's all she needed. She stumbled over the edge, taking him with her as he groaned against the crook of her neck, filling her up with his hot cum, thrusting the white ropes deeply into her body. When she milked him dry his hips stopped, and both their breaths came out hot and puffy.

Laura, finally able to think clearly again, looked at him.

“I think it was the chocolate…” “Huh?” Travis looked at her confused.

Laura nodded sleepily. “Yea, I ate two pieces and after a while, I felt so fucking horny… The package said something about “Love chocolate”... weird shit I tell ya…”

Travis huffed, amused. He leaned down and rested a little on top of her, enjoying the feeling of her hands in his hair, gently caressing his scalp.

“Well… it would be a waste to trash them, no?” Laura looked at him confused before a big smirk stretched on her face.

“Oh~ Maybe the Sheriff himself would like to give it a try? It’s really good~” now it was the blond's turn to purr. Travis chuckled again, a pleased rumble wandered through both their joined bodies.

“Maybe he will.”

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I had this in my head for a while now! Enjoy! <3