#travis hackett x reader

[homebyeleven]

me reading every the quarry imagine to ever exist before i sleep

#the quarry #the quarry imagine #the quarry game #ryan erzahler x reader #kaitlyn ka x reader #emma mountebank x reader #jacob custos x reader #dylan lenivy x reader #nick furcillo x reader #abigail blyg x reader #travis hackett x reader #chris hackett x reader #hackett’s quarry

[luvliewriting]

Mentally ill girls with daddy issues 🤝 men twice their age

#the quarry #travis hackett x reader #travis hackett #ted raimi

[lucifers-horror-harem]

Cheering You Up Headcanons

Hey all! I decided to write some soft headcanons this time around! Plus, I added a new boy, Travis Hackett from The Quarry! I know hes not exactly the same as my usual roster of horror slashers and villains, but I love him and this is my blog soooooooo I don’t care lol Also thank you to the people who voted for the 3rd character, Otis! I really like using the poll option to see what people are interested in seeing, I might have to use it some more when I’m stuck between choices :)

Freddy Krueger:

As much of an asshole Freddy can be, he’s fully capable of toning himself down if you’re looking upset. But if he’s in a particularly antagonistic mood, the signs you’re upset will fly past him entirely until you go off on him, whether it’s crying or yelling at him for being such a dick. 

Freddy isn’t the kind to comfort you with his words, his love language tends to trend towards acts of service rather than sappy throw-away lines. He’ll never admit it, but ultimately he feels a smidge guilty for causing you more upset. So he’ll begin his scheming on a way to make it up to you.

Luckily for you, Freddy has his dream world, and he can make anything possible in your dreams. Freddy will hit you with just about everything he’s learned about you since knowing you. Do you like fancy romantic dinners? You’ve got the best seat in the house. Want to travel to places you wish you could afford? He’s got a first-class ticket to get you there. Just want a simple night in? He’s got you covered.

In all honesty, it would be a shock to see him put this much work in. Especially when half of the time you weren’t even sure he listened to what you were saying. Freddy not only listens to you, but he remembers everything. He just doesn’t like you knowing how much he truly cares. He thinks it makes him look too soft.

He’d get truly cocky as he soaks up the praise and affection you give him for such a sweet surprise. Freddy acts like it’s not a huge deal at all, and it wasn’t like he had to put much thought into it. You’re just so easy to please, he insists. But deep down even his cold black heart can feel a little something just from seeing your smile. As he lets you have your fun, he can’t help but smile to himself while watching you.

Travis Hackett:

While Travis might be awkward about expressing his emotions too freely, he’s more observant than he lets on. He’ll listen to everything you have to say, and figure out what you need based on that. He’ll let you rant and rave if you're venting until you finally let it out of your system, or he’ll hold you tightly if you’re an emotional wreck in need of comfort. And if it’s something he can take care of, well, he’s not above solving the issue himself.

Above all else, Travis makes sure you’re safe and comfortable. You mean more to him than he could ever put into words, and he’d do anything to see your smile. Even if he has a hard time expressing it, you can tell just how much he cares by the way he looks at you with adoration and softness you rarely see from him. He’s a brick wall to damn near everyone, but once you crack inside you’ll find he’s a bit of a sap. 

The next day, he’d tell you to cancel any plans you have for that night. If you ask, he’ll simply grunt and ask you if you trust him. Obviously, you do, so you let him continue his planning.

That evening, he’ll drive you to a secluded area of the Hackett property where no one will bother the two of you. When you get there, you’ll find he’s already set up camp, and you can’t help but feel a smile pull on your face. Don’t make too big a production out of it, or Travis might get too flustered. As it is he’ll keep fidgeting and rubbing the back of his neck as he insists it’s no big deal, that he uses this campsite so often that he just keeps these things here. Suuuuuure. 

He finds the outdoors peaceful and relaxing, much of his best memories took place in the vast expanse of wilderness that fell in the Hackett property, and he hopes that perhaps you’ll feel just as calm surrounded by nature. Maybe create some new memories too.

You’ll have a front-row seat to the sunset falling below the trees, reflecting over everything in sight and giving the forest a soft orange hue. And as night begins to fall, you sit by the campfire that Travis had kept up past dinner time, looking up at the stars as they shone more brightly here than anywhere else you had seen before. 

When the fire finally dies down, Travis will have you pulled to him on a blanket as you look up at the stars together and speak softly to each other as you begin to feel sleep pulling at you. Before you both fall asleep and get bit by all the mosquitos, Travis will make sure he carries you to the tent before finally settling down for the night, his arms wrapped protectively around you.

Otis Driftwood:

Otis isn't exactly the best choice if you're wanting a traditional cheering-up session. In fact, he might even complain if you pester him too much. "Can'tcha go bitch to Baby or something, I'm doing some important fucking shit here!" He'd probably shoo you along without so much as another glance your way.

After a while though, Otis will come around to the fact you need him. It's way easier for him to provide sexual affection, but genuine kindness is a bit out of his repertoire. But, after mulling it over for a while (as well as getting ripped a new one from Baby), Otis will try his best to be whatever you need.

He likes it best when all you need is for him to just exist in the same space, not needing him to provide a solution or answers. It's easy for him to just be a shoulder to cry on, that way he can't say all the wrong things like he tends to do. 

Otis also loves it when you need to have a good vent session. He'll hype you up, telling you that yeah, that guy was a motherfucker and maybe someone should do something about it. Maybe it's good if you don't let that get too far because Otis gets an itching for revenge at the drop of a hat just to make you happy. 

He also likes taking you on drives to calm you down. While he doesn't like to drive if he's too worked up because he's prone to road rage, he finds drives to be something that eases his mind when his thoughts are too scattered. And he's happy to share them with you, just so long as you don't become a backseat driver. Hell, if you ask nicely, he'll stop at whatever roadside spots you see. He’d even stop for ice cream if you’re being good.

#freddy krueger x reader #travis hackett x reader #otis driftwood x reader #slasher x reader

[hrefna-the-raven]

The Quarry - masterlist

all Travis Hackett x female reader

The Naiad (nymph reader)

Chapter 1 - The naiad of the lake

Chapter 2 - Kintsugi

Taste of regret (human female reader)

Chapter 1 - Wednesdays

Chapter 2 - Thursdays

Chapter 3 - Lunch

Chapter 4 - Friday

Chapter 5 - Unspoken

Chapter 6 - Tuesday, 27 October 2015 (18+)

Chapter 7 (final) - Taste of regret

The Aftermath

Chapter 1 - Start believing

Chapter 2 - Behind bars

Chapter 3 - Belly of the beast

Chapter 4 - White wolf

Imagines

Being a counselor at the summer camp

The well

Police academy

Dating Travis

SPN comes to the rescue

Don't you wanna kiss me and seal the deal, Sheriff?

Camping drabble

#the quarry #travis hackett #ted raimi #the quarry x reader #the quarry travis #sheriff hackett #sheriff travis hackett #the sheriff deserves some love #we love travis hackett #travis hackett x reader #travis hackett x you #reader insert #female reader #x reader #the quarry x you #supermassive games #jason kolchek #dark pictures anthology #house of ashes

[hope-to-hell]

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.

ah

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.

#ted raimi #travis hackett #travis hackett fic #travis hackett smut #travis hackett x you #travis hackett x reader #the quarry #the quarry fic #the quarry smut #my fic

[thewanderingbutler]

Presenting: Ted Raimi's ✨Hands✨

Skinner (1993)

#ted raimi #skinner 1993 #skinner #hands #travis hackett #travis hackett x reader #travis hackett smut #travis hackett x you #reader insert #x reader #the quarry #the quarry x you

[sufferthesea]

me, playing the quarry for the first time: whew, i’ve been doing so well, even with these qtes! and i’m glad i’ve gained travis’ trust. i just need to make sure i--

laura: *completely misses drugging travis and pisses him off*

me: no, wait, that’s not what i--

laura: *grabs gun from travis and shoots him*

me: WHAT THE ACTUAL EFF LAURA?

text box: Travis will kill you

me:

#bad ending bad ending bad ending!!!! #the quarry #the quarry spoilers #kinda? #travis hackett #travis hackett x reader #this was the ONLY thing i didn't want to do!!!! #and i had to kill him at the end )))): #rip travis my love #ted raimi #hacketeers #laura kearney #i'm sooo happy i get to play the game #but fr? my first playthrough and i kill him? #22hrs 15 mins and i KILL HIM??? #so yes i immediately started another playthrough #to get a better ending #(an ending where travis and i get married mwuah) #akimi.txt #akimi 4444

[multi-fandom-imagine]

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.

#travis hackett x reader #the quarry travis #travis hackett #Travis hackett x you #the quarry #the quarry x you #the quarry x reader #supermassive games #supermassive games x you #supermassive games x reader #supermassive games the quarry #supermassive the quarry #supermassive #supermassive x you #supermassive x reader

[grievedeeply]

hello! i see you has hcs “you travis kid”,so can you make fic or hcs on dating with counsellors as a travis kid? it would be cool (sorry for bad english)

no need to apologize!! your english is great!! i decided to make this pretty ambigious so you can decide which counselor you're dating <3 sorry this is so short btw! i just wanted to post something because it's been so long :")

gn!reader | no tws

tags: @alisblackgf @seasidesamir @sera-wonderland @willowroom @blackhoodlea @ziplokz @homebyeleven @jjkk1m @atlases-atrium

being travis hackett's child and dating one of the counselors

he's not happy

well, he's happy that you're happy, but being a father he's not happy that you're growing up. he always knew it would happen someday but he hoped you would fall for literally anyone else

travis still thinks of you as a child. he knows he shouldn't, but he hates the thought of you moving on from him completely even though he's sure you wouldn't ever do that

expect for the counselor you're dating to get a stern talking to from him. he'd threaten them, saying if they hurt you he'd find them. he's only partially serious about that part

it's even more awkward if it's max or laura that you're dating. the two of them already know travis and he's exhausted his patience with them already

he doesn't ever want to see you hurt because of your relationship. if you ever end up getting broken up with he's right there by your side consoling you even if he doesn't know how to

he ends up warming up to your partner. he notices how they treat you like their whole world and he can't help but end up liking them a little bit

of course, he's still ready to yell at them if they ever think about breaking your heart

he doesn't know what you see in them, but he sees that they make you happy and he doesn't ask anything about it

he doesn't want to pry into your relationship but he will if he has to

he catches you making out and it's so uncomfortable when you're having dinner together. he doesn't say anything the entire time and communicates solely with his facial expressions

needless to say, he knocks now

he trusts you, though. he knows you know what's best for you and he's happy for you in the long run

he knows you'll have to move on and grow up someday, even if it came sooner than he'd hope it would

#the quarry #the quarry x reader #the quarry travis x reader #travis the quarry x reader #travis hackett x reader #max brinly x reader #laura kearney x reader #nick furcillo x reader #jacob custos x reader #dylan lenivy x reader #emma mountebank x reader #abigail blyg x reader #kaitlyn ka x reader #ryan erzahler x reader

[jesuschristwhatsgoingon]

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!

#the quarry imagine #travis hackett imagine #sheriff hackett imagine #the quarry x reader #travis hackett x reader #sheriff hackett x reader #the quarry x you #travis hackett x you #sheriff hackett x you #the quarry fanfic #travis hackett fanfic #sheriff hackett fanfic #the quarry travis #travis hackett

[luvliewriting]

❦Quarry Boys On Dirty Talk❦

❦18+ MDNI❦

Imagine:

Warnings: 18+ MDNI!!!!

Note: Please have your age somewhere visible on your profile before reading this. If you are a minor please don't consume this content (I am not responsible for any damage this may do to your young brain)

Minors please block tag Luvlie18 or I will block you

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Dylan

Dylan really loves dirty talk but he doesn’t like to be degrading as he does it. He loves to tell you how good you look and how well you’re doing. He also tells you exactly what he’s going to do to you, just to tease you with anticipation. Dylan doesn’t like to admit it but once in a while, he would love not being the one with control. For you to take care of him, punish him. He wants to just surrender control. Especially with being one of the favorite councillors and all, he doesn't have a lot to time to be around you so the thought of you coming into his shed where he does his annoucments, dipping under his desk and taking him into your mouth while he tries to do announcments drives him wild

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Ryan

Ryan isn't much of a talker as it is in the bedroom. He'll make small grunts of pleasure and maybe a few words like "you're so beautiful/handsome" but for the most part poor boy stays quiet. But on the rare occasions you can get a peep out of the boy, he prefers to praise you instead of degrade. He'll hold you nice and gentle, slowly rocking himself into you while he says how good you feel around him, how good you make him feel, how beautiful/handsome you are while you take his cock. And then aftercare is just heavenly.

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Nick

Dirty talk with Nick is a mixture of praise and degrading. He likes to compliment you on how beautiful/handsome you are while you have his cock down your throat but he also just likes to shove your head down on him and call you a dirty little cock slut. Of course to Nick it's whatever you want, if you're in one of those moments where you just need to be praised and held. He will do it in a heartbeat. Making you feel like the only person in the world, planting kisses everywhere with tiny words of praise with each kiss

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Jacob

Jacob is doing his best alright. He tries to be a lot more humoreous and goofy during sex so that also bleeds into his dirty talk. He tries to be degrading but he always feels bad afterwards reassuring you that he doesn't mean it. Honestly he's not the biggest fan of dirty talk but if you want him to than he will. But for the most part when it comes to sex, he just wants to be goofy and himself with you in such an intimate moment

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Max

Max isn’t super great at dirty talk. He’ll try if you want to but it might make him a little uncomfortable. He’ll praise you instead, telling you how amazing you feel around his cock or just how hot you are when he’s fucking you. He always lets you know what a wonderful job you’re doing. Most of the time, sex is like aftercare. He takes care of you, worshipping your body, holding you close, kissing you. He just wants to show you how much he adores you. When the two of you are finished, he will do everything you need. Food, water, cleaning, cuddles, talking. Sex with him can be emotional. He’ll make you feel so loved it can be overwhelming in the best possible way. When you’re upset (and in the mood), this intimate act will definitely make you feel amazing. Trust him, he knows what he’s doing.

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Travis

Travis, holy fuck is this kinky motherfucker good at dirty talk. It does not matter where the two of you are, he will whisper the naughtiest things in your ear. He knows all your weak spots and how to press them, all in a husky voice. And afterwards, he’ll walk away like nothing happened, the only thing that is left is a smirk on his face and the heat on your cheeks. Sex is rarely goofy or humorous. It’s always a very intimate thing, even when he seems so impersonal. For him, it’s all about trust and love even if sometimes it doesn’t feel like it

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#luvlie18 #the quarry #the quarry x reader #dylan lenivy #ryan ezrahler #nick fucillo #max brinley #jacob custos #travis hackett #dylan lenivy x reader #jacob custos x reader #nick fucillo x reader #ryan ezrahler x reader #travis hackett x reader #minors dni #not sfw

[dorkszn]

y’all want a jim hopper smut or travis hackett smut? same plot, different characters

#dorkszn #jim hopper #stranger things #jim hopper smut #jim hopper x reader #stranger things smut #stranger things x reader #travis hackett #the quarry #travis hackett smut #travis hackett x reader #the quarry smut #the quarry x reader #dorkfilmz

[purplelupins]

Bad Moon Rising

|The Quarry|

Part I Part II Part III Part IV

Sheriff Travis Harkett x fem!reader

Summery: Two years after the curse was ended, you find yourself on your way to the small town of North Kill. It was all because of a favour to your grandparents, but this simple trip to look after their summer cabin during the winter became more than what you bargained for when you found yourself smitten with the curmudgeon of a sheriff.

Warnings: swearing, self-loathing, the beginnings of nsfw content

This is a NSFW story, minors DNI

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Directly across from the front door on the other side of the house were the glass doors to the back yard. Now while that was a little unnerving at times on its own -especially in the dark when shadows played with you- now as you stood there, you felt a fright that you hadn’t expected.

An icy shiver ran down your spine when you saw the doors wide open and knocking against their frames; rain spilling inside. A million possibilities ran through your head as toy stood there for a total of ten seconds, but you forced your rational and logical brain to lead the way. You took a deep breath and slowly backed out of the house. Without taking your eyes off those doors, you grabbed the umbrella by the doorway that you had forgotten that morning, and turned out to the driveway to see if the sheriff had left yet.

Sure enough, his cruiser was still sitting right there idling. You could see him watching you from there, and your veins flooded with relief. Before you could tell yourself to stop being afraid of some open doors, you quickly ran back down and you immediately saw him sit up straight and open his door.

You brought the umbrella over his head as he leaned out to you.

“Something wrong?” He asked, his face the epitome of concern as he took in your worried face.

You sighed and nodded- you knew your fear must have showed when that line between his brows deepened. The sheriff was already half out of the car before you began explaining. Evidently your shaking form and constructed pupils were enough for him.

He’s the sheriff of course he’s worried…

“It might just be the storm, b-but the back doors are wide open and I always lock them…d-do you think you could just check the house?” You hated how your voice shook. It was so silly- you must have just forgotten to lock them. But you had seen enough horror movies to know that it’s better safe than sorry.

But you didn’t even finish your sentance before he was walking with you to the steps. “I would suggest you remain by the front door, ma’am.” He said firmly, “Lock the doors that have opened and the front one after we’re inside. If someone’s in there we don’t want them leaving before I get to them.”

Travis stared down at you, and he had to dig his nails into his palms to keep from reaching out to you. He wanted to help you and let you know you were safe with him; when your eyes stared up into his, he hated to admit that it made him feel like the most powerful, important person in the world. With you looking at him like that, he would do everything in his power to keep you away from harm.

“S-sure.” You stuttered, doing as he said, “Thank y-you.”

The older man nodded to you, and closed the door; the sound echoed through the house, and made you jump ever so slightly. You hoped he didn’t notice how nervous you were.

He did.

Just as he had told you, you walked to the glass doors and latched them shut with a little struggle that made Travis smirk to himself.

As Sheriff Hackett took a few steps inside, he unsnapped the cover to his gun for better access, and you hated that it made you warm. You mind must have been so mentally fried for you to react in such a way. At least that’s what you told yourself.

You watched him quietly make his way through the house. His steps were so light and sure that you found yourself transfixed on him; once he did an initial sweep of the lower floor he called out, “Police! Anyone in this house had better come out now with your hands up before I find you.”

By the sound of his tired, rough voice, he must have been in the living room. Your eyes darted around from your place by the front door; small shadows in the corners of your eyes kept making you jump.

Finally, his footsteps began coming back towards you and he gave you a look-over before continuing upstairs. You watched him until he disappeared down the hall, and as he covered more and more of the house, your worry began to dissipate.

You heard the crackle of his radio as he moved to the opposite end of the upstairs, and you slowly began undoing your coat and stepping out of your boots. Shivers began to shake you as the adrenaline wore off, and you heard the sound of the sheriff’s shoes descending the stairs.

“There doesn’t seem to be any threat in the house, ma’am. If someone did come through here they’re gone.” He said, coming to stand by the front door as he snapped the pistol cover back into palace.

You nodded as you hung up your coat, and rubbed your arms, “T-th-thank yo-you, Sheriff Hackett.” You said through your chattering teeth.

The sound instantly made Travis snap his gaze to you. He took inventory of the tremor in your arms and hands, the loss of colour in your pretty face, and your inability to speak normally.

You saw him regard you for a second, and his brows pinch together. “You caught cold.” He said a-matter-of factly

You laughed and nodded, wrapping your arms around yourself, “Th-that’s what-what I get for n-not listening to myself.” You said with a shrug. “I-I’ll start a fire and g-get warm…do-don’t worry about me.” You looked away from him, not able to hold his stare.

Travis might have been less than pleased with the fact that you had been playing with him -or so he thought- but seeing you in such a state made his eye twitch.

Setting a fire with tremors in your hands strong enough to start an earthquake?

Absolutely not.

He sighed.

“Go get dry. I’m not letting anyone start a fire in this condition.” He said firmly, already slipping off his shoes before walking past you into the large living room. You stared after him in shock, but he didn’t leave any room for you to protest.

So you did as he said.

Once in your room, you peeled off your soaked clothes and found a comfortable shirt and sweatpants; you dried your hair to the best of your ability, and by the time you were done, your teeth had stopped chattering. You cursed yourself for not doing laundry the day before, but in your foggy, cold mind you figured it didn’t matter too much if you didn’t wear anything underneath.

Once you padded your way downstairs, you had to hide your shy smile when you saw the sheriff crouched in front of the fireplace, poking at a log as the flames crackled impressively.

You got lost in watching him, and forgot that he could see you. He turned back to you and stood slowly, his joints probably aching from being in the difficult position. Hell you were about half his age and you ached from bending over.

Travis had spotted you as soon as you entered the room. He spent an extra moment kneeling, and stabbing that damn log to get his frustration out just to gather himself; he could barely stand how adorable you looked in those pants that were too big and that sweatshirt that he could clearly see your nipples through-

“Better?” He asked, staring down at his hands as he dusted them off.

“Much. Thank you again.” You said a little absentmindedly. You were painfully aware of the fact that he wouldn’t look at you.

Did I do something…? Oh god he must be annoyed with me asking for him to check the house…maybe I could make him some-

Before you could finish your thought, the man nodded, and began to walk towards you, “Stay warm. Don’t go out until the storm ends.” He said, passing by you without even glancing in your direction.

He was leaving.

Your brain grew desperate at the thought. You wanted to keep him there just a little longer. You just wanted to talk to him, know him.

“Are you going?” You asked so quietly. You hoped he didn’t hear that you were upset.

But he did.

And it just about knocked the wind out of him.

“Yes, ma’am.” He replied, setting his jaw.

Leave, old man. She’s just toying with you.

“Can’t I make you some tea? You helped me so much I feel bad for you to just go back out into the storm.” You trailed after him.

“It’s my job.” He said, already halfway to the door.

He’s mad at you and he’s not going to come back…

“Sir, just wait the storm out a little. It’s dangerous out there.” You tried to reason with him.

He huffed and shook his head, “You get used to it, ma’am.”

The way he said that made you wonder if there was a double meaning to his sentence; perhaps being used to beings along? You knew nothing was getting through to this man. And you felt your heart grow restless. You didn’t even know that you wanted him to stay so badly until one word left your lips.

“Please…?” You whispered. As the word left your mouth, you weren’t sure if it was you who said it. It was so soft and hopeless that you didn’t recognize your voice.

You had never begged someone to stay.

And Travis had never had someone beg him.

Finally, he paused.

The sheriff turned and put his hands on his hips as he stared down at your form, and you suddenly felt very small. Your eyes nervously flicked from his as they burned into your skin, to inanimate objects in the house that were suddenly fascinating.

His face was firm, and his mouth was set in a line as he thought.

The nervousness in your face started to make him second guess himself.

What if she actually-

Dammit Travis get your ass out the door.

“Ma’am, I really…”he started, but his words died right there when you looked at him as he spoke. Were your eyes always that big? His heart twisted and his gut felt hollow.

You’re weak Travis.

He sighed, not meeting your eyes, and wiped a hand over his face, “Fine. One cup.” He said, and you nearly cried with joy.

He’s going to stay! Don’t mess this up y/n…

You made your way into the kitchen, and quickly lit the propane stove to boil the kettle. You were so happy that you didn’t even stop to see if he was following you.

“What kind of tea do you like? I have Earl Grey, Jasmi- oh!” You jumped when you turned to the door, and saw that he was leaning against the island. “Sorry…I thought- never mind. Um…do you have a preference? Or do you want coffee? I have some great hot chocolate too.” You asked, unconsciously wringing your hands as you thought.

“Whatever you like.” He said simply, crossing his arms. His face was indifferent, and you wondered if he even wanted to be there. It seemed like your attempt to make contact with him was not going as well as you had hoped.

Travis, however, was in a violent internal battle with himself.

He liked you. Far too much. With your soft voice, and that smell that clung to you that reminded him of life before…everything.

And god…those touches you shared…

At his simple answer, you nodded and decided on jasmine. You focused on anything but the tremors in your hands, and found yourself glancing at his heavy utility belt still slung around his narrow hips.

“I don’t know if you’re allowed but you can take off that belt- it looks uncomfortable…I promise I won’t attack you.” You said as lightheartedly as you could.

He quirked an eyebrow.

You immediately regretted saying anything, and you went back to making the tea, not daring to look at him.

Well done y/n. Just make an idiot out of yourself why don’t you?

You heard him leave the kitchen, and you hoped he wasn’t leaving the house after your idiotic comment. Your ears burned as you listened for the sound of the front door, but it never came.

The tea stared back at you from the two cups, and you mentally slapped yourself for not asking if he wanted anything in it. For safe measure, you put a little milk in each before walking back into the living room.

As soon as you stepped inside, a warmth spread across your cheeks and down your neck. On the end of the coffee table was his belt- pistol and all. He was sat with his arms crossed, staring out at the window. Your poor heart began beating against your ribs furiously.

“I wasn’t sure if you liked anything in it so I put a little milk, is-is that okay?” You asked, sitting beside him, and placing his cup on the table.

“That’s fine, thank you.” He said, leaning forward to take it.

You both sat quietly for a moment, staring out the big window that showed the thick forest that swayed in the wind. It was like there was some sort of elephant in the room that neither of you wanted to address; you had a million things you wanted to ask him, but until you talked about the reason behind you having him sit on your couch, tea in hand all because you begged him, your conversation was going nowhere.

“You really saved me today, sir.” You murmured after a minute.

He sighed.

“Wasn’t a problem, ma’am.” He replied, taking a sip. Everything he did was so…practised.

This man didn’t know how to take a compliment. He had really out his neck out for you, and here he was brushing it off.

You thought back to him checking through the house; how sharp his eyes had been, how careful his steps were.

He cared. Whether he cared a lot or a little didn’t matter. The fact that he wanted you safe - on more than one occasion- was enough to make a little adrenaline pump through you.

“Y/n.” You said, a little emboldened.

Travis looked over at you, a little caught off guard.

“I’m no ma’am…just call me y/n.” You whispered simply.

The older man sucked in a breath, but didn’t nod or say anything. You would see how set his jaw was as he thought. You wished you could have climbed inside him to see what was eating him alive-

“Did you mean it?” He asked finally.

It was your turn to pause. You weren’t expecting him to say a word let alone ask a question.

“Mean what?” You replied, genuinely confused.

Travis glanced at you from the corner of his eye and regretted it immediately when he saw your brows all scrunched up.

Does she have to do that?

He wanted so badly to kiss that crease that formed there.

“What you said, that morning.” He said quickly.

Oh.

Your cheeks warmed up when you remembered exactly what you had told him. A part of you had hoped he forgot about it, but clearly not.

You nodded, “Every word, sir.”

Finally, Travis looked over at you and while you wished his face would relax, it didn’t. If anything, he looked almost pained.

And he was. Travis was torn apart under his skin as the full weight of his infatuation settled on his shoulders.

The first person to actually show any care towards him would leave in a matter of months.

He sighed and took another sip of the tea.

I suppose it’s what I deserve…

Silence fell over both of you again, and you opened your mouth to say something about how you wanted to know more about him, but your mind went blank when there was a crack of thunder and the lights went out.

The house was plunged into near darkness, save for the fire.

“Shit!” You gasped, and spilt some hot tea onto your pants as you jumped in surprise.

Travis tracked your every movement and went to get up and help, but you waved a hand to tell him to stay put, “If we’re both walking around we might crash into eachother.” You sighed and got up to check the breakers.

Travis’s breath caught at the idea.

That wouldn’t be so terrible…

The image of you walking into him as you fumbled in the dark, and him holding you up straight suddenly shot through his mind…your surprised breath catching in your throat at the feeling of his hands on you-

Stop it old man.

Sure enough, nothing turned on; you were going to be without power for a while. Probably a tree on the lines. Next you trudged upstairs, only tripping a couple times, to find some dry pants. You went to the smaller fireplace in the room and made quick work of lighting a couple logs. It was going to get very, very cold and you didn’t feel like catching cold. The flames cast a calm glow to the room, and you took a moment to bask in it.

Then you remembered the man sitting on your couch, and you almost jumped up to find something dry to wear.

Without completely tearing your room apart in the dark, you managed to find some athletic shorts, and sighed as you pulled them on. As soon as they clung to your thighs, your face lit up as the seam rubbed against your bare pussy.

If you hadn’t already taken so much time to find those shorts and light the fire, you might have tried to find something else or just a pair of panties. If your heart wasn’t begging you to return to him, that is. So you accepted the discomfort and padded back down the dark stairs.

“Sorry about that, sir…I think this part of town is going to be without power for a while…” you sighed, coming back into the room, “Must be a tree on the lines or something…”

Travis was knelt in front of the fire again, poker in hand. When he turned back to you, he swore the air was knocked out of his lungs.

Shorts? Fucking shorts, girl?

But he stood up and looked around at the dark house, and at the storm, ignoring the stiffness in his pants.

“You’ll be alright?” He asked.

His concern made your heart dance.

You shrugged, and sat back on the couch.

“I hope so. I mean I’ll be without any phone but I think the landline works so if I have any emergencies I should be able to handle it.” You said, and he joined you in sitting. It was only when you grabbed your cup again that you realised that you had sat much closer to him that before.

You both seemed to notice at the same time, and you swore you saw his ears go pink even in the low light.

After another beat of silence, you placed your cup down and leaned back onto the couch, watching the raging trees outside. It seemed to lull you into a trance, and your eyes glazed over. It was only when you heard him place his cup down too that you snapped out of it. He took a deep breath, and finally relaxed into the comfort of the cushion behind him, but when you looked over to see if he was comfortable, that was your mistake.

As Travis leaned back, he flicked his eyes over to your relaxed form, but met your eyes instead.

Those dark eyes of his had glanced to you so casually, but at soon as they connected, you both froze.

Caught.

You stopped breathing for a moment, and the lack of air must have made your brain stupid. You couldn’t think. Your rational thoughts flew out the window, and you knew you would blame your lack of oxygen later for your actions.

Before you could stop yourself, you leaned over the two feet between you and the older man, and brushed your lips against his.

The roaring of the storm stopped, and you couldn’t even hear the fire crackling.

The kiss was so light it almost didn’t happen.

But it did.

You pulled away quickly, eyes wide. A harsh shadow was cast over half of the sheriff’s face; you wished desperately that you could have seen how he was looking at you properly. Finally, your brain started to work, “I-“ you tried.

Travis thought he might have been having a heart attack right there by how tight his chest was. But then as soon as you said that one syllable, he was brought back to earth.

“I should be on my way ma’am.” He said shortly, standing up and already grabbing his belt. You barely had time to say anything before he had started towards the hall, not even fastening his belt or clipping on his radio.

The reality of your actions fell on top of you, and you felt mortified. Was he rejecting you? Had you been mistaken with his kindnesses and soft touches? Oh god he must think I’m just trying to jump is bones-

You walked briskly behind him, “Wait, I-I’m sorry. Please, would you just-“

He suddenly stopped and turned back to you, his face hard and unreadable in the dark. You bumped right into him, and stumbled back.

“I- I’m sorry, I don’t know what-“

But he was past apologies.

“I don’t appreciate being made a fool of, young lady.” He snapped, harshly slinging his belt around his hips.

A fool…?

You blanched, and shook your head, “T-that wasn’t my intention, sir…I suppose there are better ways to go about it but I…” you couldn’t say it.

“What?” He asked harshly, not even stopping his fastening of his bet.

His tone should have made you feel guilty, but somehow the firmness only made your skin warm up.

“I…I like you very much…” you breathed out.

It felt like all the air had been sucked from the room.

Travis couldn’t look at you.

Even if you did like him.

And he liked you.

And even if you did stay.

He couldn’t have you.

He didn’t deserve you.

He clicked the belt into place- the sound making you jump.

“Well, don’t.” He bit.

Travis went to turn away again, but a sense of determination was set in your bones. A frustration. This man lived in a world where all his meanings were between the lines, and it was exhausting to keep up with.

“What do you mean ‘don’t?” You asked, grabbing his arm to keep him in place. You weren’t usually one to get so riled up, but something about his cut off attitude made you need to understand what he was thinking. Because at that point, you didn’t understand anything at all.

He was exasperated, and you touching him wasn’t helping, “Exactly what I said. Don’t.” He huffed and took your hand off his arm, trying to ignore how soft your skin was.

You stood there for a moment, just beyond the front foyer. You watched him walk away.

Maybe I was wrong…

This was all a mistake.

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Note: there will be a part 4

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[hope-to-hell]

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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[thewanderingbutler]

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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tracked down

Characters: Travis Hackett, reader Chosen ending: The were!Hacketts are dead, the counselors gang might as well have lived Short summary: You were the extra counselor that summer, so you participated in the fun campy werewolf activities, and not without consequences. Silly something that jumped to my mind bc who wouldn't want Travis to track them down Words count: 1081

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(the gif is just to show the character, it's not this exact scene, but the message seems right tho)

You took one look at the badge – and bolted. Within a split of a second some regret managed to sink through. You should’ve made a goddamn poker face, but now it was too late for that. Now you just had to run.

The cop reacted like any good cop should, by starting the chase. Unlike any good cop, he didn’t shout any warnings, he just straight-up sprinted behind you. Like a Terminator. Unsurprisingly, being the 1st film Sarah Connor sucked ass. Only she lived to see a second film, and then some. You might not have this luxury.

The cop tackled you near the window while you were trying to jerk it open.

‘Going somewhere, haunts&curses2573?’

Your whole body froze for a moment. He knew. His voice wasn’t smug, though, just edgy. Tired, even. The cop held you face down on the floor but seemed to try not to hurt you. You held your head up as best you could.

‘Who the fuck are you?’ ‘Are you gonna run if I let you go?’ ‘What the fuck do you want?’ ‘Are you?!’ ‘I know my rights, okay?!’ now you were really panicking. ‘I know my fucking rights!’ ‘DO YOU WANNA TALK LIKE ADULTS OR DO I CUFF YOU TO A RADIATOR?!’ ‘GET THE FUCK OFF ME!’

You heard a grunt, then some cursing under the breath.

‘Cuffs it is, then.’

You felt the metal on your skin, and next thing you knew, you were facing the room, with the cuff link gleefully clanking against the radiator pipe and the cop carefully moved to a safe, unkickable distance. That’s the first time you saw him properly. Not exactly young, with a shade of stubble on the cheeks and chin. Slightly tilting his head to the side. He squatted, keeping his eyes on your level. Something about his whole figure was just… unnerving.

‘Please,’ your throat was suddenly parched and the voice came out harsh, ‘please … I don’t know what you want from me, okay?’

A slight annoyed eye-roll followed.

‘Yeah, that’s why you ran. Uh-huh.’ ‘I… I…’ ‘Quit the damn tune, Y/L/N’ he cut you off, slightly pinching the bridge of his nose. ‘I’ve had an awful coupl’a months chasing you down, but unlike you, I can do my job right.’

You yanked the cuff slightly, not actually hoping for anything. And nothing happened. What a surprise. You yanked some more just out of spite.

‘Happy now?’ cold, calm voice didn’t match the appearance one bit, but perfectly matched the prying eyes. ‘Wanna do some more running?’

You shook your head, drawing your legs closer to yourself.

‘Good, ‘cause you’re gonna SIT YOUR ASS DOWN AND LISTEN!’ you jerked and the sudden rise of the voice. The cop… really, he looked irritated. And irritated cops are never a good story. Terminator 2 covered that as well. ‘Am I clear?’

You nodded. He sighed sympathetically.

‘Look, kid. My name is Travis Hackett,’ a meaningful pause. ‘Like the Hackett’s Quarry.’

And then it came together. Of course. Of-fucking-course. He was studying you, as if making sure you won’t suddenly decide to chew your arm off and run. You had half a heart to do just that.

‘…shit,’ that was all you could say. Not very eloquent, but very true. ‘Exactly,’ the cop nodded generously. ‘You’ve fucked up big time.’ ‘I didn’t do any-’ ‘Ah,’ he stopped you with a motion of his hand. ‘I suggest you shut up and really don’t piss me off now, because I really don’t wanna take out my gun. Especially, since it’s loaded with silver.’

Bastard knew it right away, from your eyes. Read your face like a note on the fridge. The uneasy tug pulled in your stomach. You were fucked. Absolutely fucked in a totally non-unfuckable goddamn way, but the stupid kid inside you still tried to wiggle their way out.

‘W-what does silver hav--’ ‘Did I not just say to NOT PISS ME OFF?!’

That’s what, a third strike? Thoughts ran around your brain in a sort of dancing fever. There was no way out for you. The only way was through, and it could just be that on the other side of the tunnel you’d be met by a silver bullet. Not on the full moon, but still… The Hackett cop seemed to have calmed down a notch. His brother, you remembered. His brother and the kids. They died that night. It’s a wonder the silver bullet didn’t come first. You suddenly felt really cold.

‘What do you want?’ you asked flatly. Trevor Hackett, or whatever his name was, was kind of staring you down. Full-on drama. ‘You figured it out, didn’t you, Y/N? When the moon came and you turned, you figured it out,’ he gave you a moment to chime in, and when you didn’t, finished darkly with a disapproving shake of the head. ‘The White Wolf is still alive. So you went and sent all those trinkets you found out there to that goddamn podcast, didn’t you? What were you hoping for? A crowd of werewolf-hunters who’d put him down for you?’

He was surprisingly accurate, that Trampy-whatever. Travis, it struck you, the name was Travis. Probably should remember that for later, if that later ever comes. It didn’t really seem like it, though.

‘That… was the plan, yeah,’ you mumbled awkwardly. ‘Well, congrats, mastermind. You created a fucking pilgrim path for every dumbass who ever wanted to snoop around and smell werewolf shit.’

His voice was dripping with sarcasm. A bit more, and the floor beneath would be a goner, burnt right down to the basement. That would’ve been fucking hilarious, only it wasn’t anywhere near funny.

‘Do you want to see the body count? Maybe the local town reports on rabid dogs? Hmm?’ ‘Alright, I get it, I fucked up,’ you snarked, not being able to take the blame-pushing anymore. ‘So what, you dragged your ass out here to shoot me? Cover for your fucked-up family once again? What the fuck do you want?’

The cop’s face changed. You didn’t understand how, exactly. It took you a few moments to catch up, but you got it just as he finished saying that next words. Then it beamed on you. He didn’t look angry anymore. He seemed regretful. As if he was sorry for something he was about to do.

‘Full moon’s in 10 days. I’m sorry, kid. I’m really sorry, but I’m gonna need your help to end this.’

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