He’s Definitely A Good Boy 😂❤️

B1 for Laura pretty pleaaase

You were first so B1 for Laura ✨👏

Meme Challenge by @capochiino

Hello everyone! Here is the current state and progress of the challenge! 🌚 I hope you like 'em

Dylan is still not quite ready and i will colour them in once I’m done, but those are the sketches so far.

We have still some free spots: A1; A3; B3 and C2

Meme Challenge (Expression)

THERE WE GO!

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

Thank y’all for your input! ❤️🌚

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 ✨

Maybe A-3 for Laura or A-2 for Dylan???

Laura was already chosen by a former Ask so it’s A2 for Dylan ✨🌚

Travis Hackett ✨🥰

Happenstance 🫰

Travis finally had an hour to himself. Just him and his office. Alone.

No annoying deputies interrupting him with questions, no one clearing their throat and seemingly choking on their own tongue, no one droning on and on about protocols that hadn’t changed in years.

He’d sat through conference call after conference call for the past four hours, and honestly, most if it could have been an email.

He liked his job, liked helping people, and, well, liked most of his coworkers, but they weren’t really the kind of folks he could see himself going out for drinks with after their shifts. Once upon a time, maybe, but now.. not so much.

They still saw him as their superior despite the events of that summer a few years back. Although some of the longer term colleagues gave him odd glances, but that might be because of Laura.

He would give himself a glance if he wasn’t himself because he is still surprised that she even gave him a chance. Not once, but twice.

The first being when he handed her his shotgun.

The second being when he gave her his heart on a tarnished silver platter.

The trauma and bloodshed between them bonded them closely. There were small hitches, but they made it work..and it was good. More than good. They complimented each other well, despite what others might think of their relationship.

He grunted as he sat in his chair, it creaking almost in pain as he stretched back. He gently unlocked the top drawer and pulled out the small felt box he kept secret and flipped it open.

The ring wasn’t gaudy or flashy, that wasn’t his Laura. He chose a simple thin, gold band with a small rounded square of opal that had a sunrise of dazzling colors in it.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, so he lifted his hips to fish it out. He smiled, seeing Laura’s beautiful laughing face pop up with a text attached to it.

> Are you free for lunch today?

He bit his lip and looked at the ring once more, then cautiously put it back in the locked drawer. One day he’ll have the courage.

> Should be, unless I get dragged into another meeting.

He sat his phone on the desk, then picked up a file and started flicking through reports that needed to be sorted and signed off on. Another message comes in.

> Can you buzz me in? Didn’t want to come through the front, the guy at the front desk gives me weird vibes.

He stood automatically, sending her a quick text as he made his way to her.

> On my way.

He approached the security door where he could see Laura shivering and holding two takeout bags on the CCTV. He pushed the door open, seemingly surprising her slightly as she jolted away from the door, “Hey.”

“Hey!” She smiled, squeezing into his space and into the entryway. “Sorry, I wanted to surprise you with lunch, but you said something about meetings this morning before you left-“

He leaned down and placed his lips softly on hers, shushing her. “Thank you.”

“No problem,” she breathes, looking up at him with kind eyes, almost forgetting the whole reason she was here as she drowned in his chocolate eyes, “Got you your favorite.”

“From Vinny’s?” His lips tugged slightly, looking down at the bags excitedly.

“Mmhmm,” she watched him closely, “C’mon, can’t let it get cold now.”

He nods, gently putting his hand on her lower back to guide her back to his office. They go unnoticed until Travis gets stopped by one of his younger deputies, a kid fresh out of the academy. The very same one that wouldn’t shut the hell up earlier. Todd? He thinks his name is Todd.

He’s shorter than Travis, but as the kids say, he’s stacked. A bulldog of a man.

“Sheriff, could you-“ he stops short, eyes almost bulging out of his head as they fall on Laura, “Oh, hello.”

Travis squeezes his eyes shut, stepping to the side as he sighs. Gesturing to the blonde, “Deputy Presscot this is Laura,” he gestures to the officer, “Laura, this is Deputy Presscot, he’s our newest officer on the force.”

“Hi,” Laura nods, looking at the man before her, rolling her eyes as she sees him eyeing her up, she clears her throat and leans into Travis’ chest from the side.

“Oh, um,” he sticks out his hand awkwardly then draws it back as Travis scowls at him, “Todd. You can me Todd, ma’am.”

Laura snorts, her head lawling against the sheriff as she tries to stop herself from laughing too hard. Her body hums when she feels a large hand on her hip, knowing full well that Travis is getting annoyed by someone that wasn’t her.

“What’s.. what’s funny?” He looks confused, even more confused at the way the two are interacting. Almost like..

“Nothing, nothing. Inside joke,” Laura shakes her head, tone slightly changing, “However, you better keep your eyes to yourself. I’m happily taken by your sheriff here.”

“You’re- what-“ He stammers, looking between the two and something finally clicks. “You’re the one he has the ring for! He fidgeted with it all morning during the-”

“Presscot.” Travis bites, danger in his voice.

Laura’s smile falls in shock, her insides tightening as she feels the hot rage of Travis boiling beside her. Something clearly just snapped within him.

She looks at him and sees that he honestly looks like he’s moments away from killing, so she calmly takes his hand and tugs on it, “Hey, Trav, look at me.”

His face twitches as he takes in a long inhale, but he does meet Laura’s eyes and by doing so he just wants to melt into the earth beneath them. He exhales, focusing on her.

“Good, good. Keep breathing,” she reassured him, squeezing his hand gently, “Let’s go to your office, okay?”

He nods, “Yes, sweetheart.”

She smiles at him and stretches up to kiss his cheek, she shoots the deputy a look before heading down the hall with Travis right on her heels.

Todd stands there awkwardly before scurrying back to his cubicle. He has a feeling he needs to start packing his stuff up before the end of his shift.

Back in his office, Laura closes the door with her hip, following Travis to his desk and setting the bags down. But as she’s about to sit down, she notices he’s just.. standing there staring at the floor.

“Trav?” She gently touches his arm, rubbing a small circle into the fabric of his uniform, “Hey, it’s okay.”

A low growl escapes him as he forces himself to look up, “It’s not ‘okay’! He just.. I’ve had your ring for months and now..! I thought I was being smart by keeping it here, not bringing it home because I didn’t want you to find it when I accidentally left it in my pocket or…. It’s.. it’s supposed to be a surprise.”

She tilts her head slightly, watching his expression go from angry to crestfallen. She stretches up and plants a soft kiss on his lips. “It can still be a surprise.”

“Laura,” He leans his forehead against hers, his voice cracks, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she smiles, pressing another kiss to his lips, “You still hungry, or did you want to talk?”

“I’m hungry, but-“ He exhales, “Do..do you want to see it? The ring? Since.. now you know.”

“Trav, you don’t have to do that,” she smooths her thumb over his cheek, “I’m sure I’ll love it.”

“Okay,” He says calmly, but then his lip quirks up, “Can I at least check if it fits? You don’t have to look at it, I’ll just see if I can slip it on.”

“Okay, okay,” She rolls her eyes and smiles at him, she gently puts her hand on his, “Ring me.”

“Yes, ma’am,” He grins at her, brings her hand up and kissing her knuckles. “Close those beautiful eyes of yours.”

She does and turns her head to the side, and while doing so she hears Travis unlock and open a drawer in his desk. His hand that’s holding hers trembles and then she feels cold metal slide like butter on her finger. His breathing hitches audibly and then she hears him unlock his phone.

“What’re you doing now?” She smiles, “It feels like it fits.”

She thumbs it and the ring might be a bit loose, but that’s better than being too small.

“You’re beautiful,” his voice cracks, “It..it’s perfect.”

Unknowingly to Laura, he snaps a picture of her hand and keeps it locked away for when he’s feeling doubtful about his life.

He slides the ring back off and locks it away again. “You can open your eyes, sweetheart.”

She opens her eyes and smiles at him, tugging his face to hers by his chin. She gives him a kiss and withdraws, “C’mon, you better eat before someone barges in here and takes you to another meeting.”

He chases her lips, but ends up pressing little kisses all over her face. He smirks, “Can’t drag me anywhere if I lock the door.”

“You know that won’t stop them,” she leans into him, “Plus, you love your job.”

“Maybe,” he squeezes his arms around her, before gently tickling her, “But, I love you more.”

She laughs, squirming in his arms, “Traaaavis!”

He chuckles, pulling her down with him into his desk chair.

She sits on his lap as they eat their lunch, Laura’s hand sneaking up to steal a couple of his chips and Travis passing his pickle spear to her.

Laura leaves soon enough, taking their trash with her. Travis escorts her out of the building and to her car, where she leans back against as he kisses her goodbye. Then.. she’s gone and down the road.

“Sheriff?” A voice pops up behind him as he makes his way back inside.

He turns and sighs, “Yes, Presscot?”

“I’m sorry about earlier,” he shifts on his feet, “I blubber when I’m nervous.”

“..it’s fine,” Travis crosses his arms, “Because of you, I was able to test if the ring fit.”

“…did it?” Todd looks at him intently.

“It did,” he smiles

A mix of prompts suggested by @blookitty and @saltyshrimpzz via replies on my post! 🥰

If you have a prompt you'd like to possibly see, feel free to shoot me an ask or dm about it! 💕

"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.

Okay, now I'm super curious about your OC Sam, her relationship with her uncle, and her parents! Care to tell a bit about what you thought up about her? :D

I would love too! 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

So Sam is the daughter of Cassie Kolchek, who is married to Daniel Kolchek. She’s the second oldest next to her 4 other siblings.

The siblings are:

Isabella Kolchek (oldest, married and has a son)

Cassie Kolchek (second oldest, married and has twins)

Jason Kolchek (middle child, not married, no children)

Clarissa Kolchek (second youngest not married, no children)

Abigail Kolchek (youngest not married, no children)

Daniel is a lawyer working in the same hospital as his wife who is a doctor there. She always wanted a better life for herself and her family due to their abusive father. She practically raised her siblings together with Isabella and later Jason when he got older. When she found out that she was getting twins, she offered Jason to come with her and be there for his niece and nephew. He agreed.

Daniel comes from Italy, hence why her redneck father wasn’t really happy about the wedding. Both love their children dearly. Sam and Sean. Sam is the older one being born 10min earlier then her brother. Jason loves his niece and nephew but always had his focus more on her due to her shyness. He helped her getting into sports and that’s why she started doing lifts and more strength related trainings.

She’s socially awkward, which is easily seen on how she handles other people while her brother is a social butterfly. Sam didn’t know what to do after Jason left for the marines and decided that she would try to become one herself when she became 17. she did do the training, wanting to become a sniper. She and 3 other woman joined the training and she got in with her 18. birthday on the 25.10.2001. after completing her training with the best results she got enlisted to an mission to keep a ghost team safe from high above, oblivious that one of the ghost was Eric Kings younger sister, Enya Elizabeth King, who would later become her best friend. She managed to safe Enya from an enemy soldiers with an once-in-a-lifetime-shot, which earned her the Titel "Highsight Hero".

It was Enya who proposed Miller to take her for the mission in Iraq. She didn’t know her uncle would be there, but she was more then happy to see him just as he was excited to have her officially in his team, Mailman 2-1.

Her callsign is Pathfinder.

She’s 1,80m and 20 years old when going to Iraq. Her blood type is AB+, she had honeybrown eyes and light skin littered in freckles and moles.

Little fact: when she blushs it reaches to her shoulders. Her hair is a coppery brown tone and wavy.

Hope you enjoy this little inside 🥺👉🏻👈🏻