Meme Challenge (Expression)

B1 for Laura pretty pleaaase

You were first so B1 for Laura ✨👏

Snacks 🍫

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Travis, I was going to-“

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

She nods, following behind him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A kiss on her other palm, “I.”

He leans his forehead against hers, “Love.”

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

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

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

prompt suggested by the lovely @fortheloveofwii 💕✨

Laura Kearny doodles from today ✨ (plus reference)

Progress video :3

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

I will finish it sometime later.

(Reference used)

"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.

My Mourn Watch Rook and Emmrich 🥰❤️

His name is Salem and he loves that Emmrich gives him rings and bracelets to show off his Darling.

Listen I would give anything for a sequel to the chocolate fic where Travis eats some of it 😭😭🥵🥵🥵

Henlo!

Im happy to hear you enjoyed it and I am currently working on part two. So please hold on a little longer. I try to post it this weekend and give it his finishing touches.

Thank you for your support ❤️

I’m currently working on Part 2 of "The taste of Chocolate"!

I’m very sorry for the delay, but Baldurs Gate happen and a certain white haired twink had my full attention 😂

But it’s already in the making and I should be able to post it soon. Thank you all for your interest and patience!❤️

Travis Hackett ✨🥰

Just little ol‘ me :D