I Played Until Dawn Again After Like Four Years Lmao Heres My Ending If Anyone Is Interested:

why he kinda… 🐱🦋😏

For Eternity

Pairing: Vittorio Toscano (Dead by Daylight) x Female Reader

Summary: You're new in the fog and Vittorio takes you under his wings.

Warnings: SMUT! NSFW!

Author's notes: I fell for this silver fox daddy the moment I saw him. I mean, JUST LOOK AT HIM 😩 So yeah of course I had to write for him (even if nobody is interested to read it). So, here we go. I hope some people enjoy this.

"We got a new one."

All the survivors looked up at Dwight's voice and followed his gaze as a young woman stumbled out of the fog. They only gave her a quick glance before returning to staring into the campfire. Vittorio clenched his jaw and stood up, shaking his head as he walked passed the others to greet the new survivor.

Your heart pounded painfully in your chest and your eyes widened in terror, flickering back and forth as you scanned your surroundings. Where the hell were you? The last thing you remembered was getting lost in the fog in the forest, then...then everything went black and the next thing you knew, you were here. Wherever here was. It kind of looked like the forest you got lost in...

"Hey. Are you okay?"

You jumped at the voice and stared up at the man standing in front of you. You found yourself speechless as you looked into the grey eyes of the sexiest man you'd ever seen. His grey hair was cut in a modern style, with shaved sides and long layers on the top. He was wearing a leather jacket and a red shirt that had a few buttons open, revealing a toned chest with tattoos spread across his skin up to his throat. You frowned as your gaze landed on the blue, glowing vein going down the right side of his neck. What the hell was that...

"Hey. You good?" the man repeated and placed his hand on your shoulder. You jerked at the contact and the man quickly removed his hand.

"Sorry!" you burst out and blushed. "I...I am just...where the hell am I?"

The silver fox smiled bitterly. "Welcome to the fog. I'm Vittorio," he said and reached out his hand. You took it, your hand disappearing in his larger one and you could feel the warmth from it spread through your entire body.

"Y/n," you replied and let go of his hand and gave him a nervous smile before looking around. You noticed a couple of people sitting around a campfire and looked back at Vittorio with a confused frown. "Umm...what is the fog?"

Vittorio smiled and gestured you to follow him. "Come. Let's join the others and we tell you all about it."

*

You had a hard time believing them at first. But your first trial pushed you right into the horrific nightmare that now was your life. Luckily, Vittorio was there to guide you through it. Helped you figure out how to fix the generators and protected you against the killer. None of the other survivors seemed to bother teaching you how to survive. They only seemed irritated being stuck with a newbie on their team.

"You can sleep here if you want." Vittorio patted the blanket lying on the ground next to him. Feeling your face heat up, you smiled shyly and sat down next to him.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice warm and soft with concern.

You shrugged your shoulders and tears welled up in your eyes. You had no fucking idea how to feel, everything felt so unreal, like it was all a bad dream.

"Hey, it's gonna be okay," Vittorio said and swept his arms around you, pulling you softly against his chest. "You'll get the hang of things soon."

Feeling the warmth of his body and the safety of his strong arms and firm chest, you let all your emotions free, crying in his embrace until the darkness of sleep claimed your troubled mind.

Vittorio watched your sleeping form as he laid you down next to him. You were so beautiful. So young and innocent. His gaze traveled down the curves of your body covered in a short skirt and a tight top, awakening something inside him he hadn't felt in centuries. Quickly, he averted his eyes and turned away from you, lying down on the side with his back against you, ignoring the pulsing heat of his swelling cock.

*

You woke up in the morning, covered in a warm blanket. Turning around, you noticed Vittorio was gone and that it was his blanket that was on top of you. You smiled softly and pressed the blanket against your nose, inhaling his sweet scent, before coming to your senses. Fuck, what were you doing? Were you already falling for this guy?

Ignoring your thoughts, you sat up and saw Meg and Nea sitting by the fire.

"Where is Vittorio?"

"In a trial," Nea said shortly.

A surge of panic rushed through your belly before you remembered what he told you yesterday. That nobody really dies in the trials. That you all end up here again. In the same way, you don't get hungry or cold anymore.

"So, what do you guys do around here when you're not in a trial?"

Meg shrugged her shoulders. "Nothing."

"Nothing? You guys just sit here?"

Both Nea and Meg shrugged their shoulders and you sighed. They've been here for so long that they'd become lackadaisical.

"Well, I'm going to take a look around," you said and stood up. There wasn't much to see. Just the campfire and the surrounding forest, which you couldn't explore very deeply. A few minutes in, you found yourself standing in the clearing of the campfire again. You bit your lip, pushing your fear and tears away. So this was your life now? Living trapped in a forest, doomed in a never-ending loop of trials, where your only glimmer of hope was the possibility of escaping alive.

*

Time moved strangely in the fog. You didn't know if it was day or night and slept whenever you were tired.

"What year is it? Out there?" Vittorio asked one day when the two of you sat by a river in the forest, just a few meters away from the border where you would wind up in the campfire again. The two of you often wandered up here, to be away from the others, getting to know each other. Only, you did most of the talking and Vittorio liked to listen, could look at you for hours as you spoke. He hadn't spoken much about himself, only that he was from Italy and that he'd been here for a very, very long time.

"2022," you replied to his question. "At least when I came here."

Vittorio only nodded and a cloak of sadness covered his usual light, grey eyes.

"When did you come here?"

Vittorio was silent for a moment before he began to talk.

"1391. But I've been hiding, wandering through the fog until a while back when the Entity eventually found me and brought me here."

You stared at him as he spoke. He'd been here for that long? For centuries?

"I...I can't imagine what you've been through," you said and placed your hand on his lower arm. "You must have been so scared, so lonely..."

Vittorio looked at you, into your warm, beautiful eyes and he couldn't control himself anymore. Taking your face in his hand, he leaned down and kissed you, feeling a bolt of heat rush through him at the touch of your soft lips against his. How many times hadn't he fantazied about this? This and so much more...

The kiss took you by surprise, your eyes widening when Vittorio pressed his lips against yours. Then, you moaned against his mouth, the feeling of his hand cupping your face and the dominance of his lips melting away all the thoughts you may have.

Then, he suddenly pulled away and you looked at each other with flushed faces and heaving chests.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-"

"Shut up," you said and straddled his lap, quickly unbuckling his belt and opening his pants.

Vittorio stared up at you, whimpered when your delicate fingers wrapped around his cock and it twitched in your hand. Fuck, it had been so long since he'd felt the touch of a woman...He was already hard from the kissing, but the touch of your hand threatened to make him explode. Then, you suddenly pushed your panties aside and lowered yourself onto him. Vittorio cried out when his cock slid into your wet and tight, little pussy, his hands gripping your hips desperately as you started to ride him.

Closing your eyes, you threw your head back and allowed yourself to feel every gorgeous, thick girth of his cock fill you up. Fuck, he felt so good inside you. Opening your eyes, you looked down at him and smiled, feeling victorious at the way he looked up at you in so much awe and lust. Lifting your top, you pulled it over your head and smiled anew as Vittorio's gaze fell upon your breasts. His hands moved up and cupped them, kneading the soft flesh in his rough-skinned hands.

Vittorio couldn't take his eyes away from his hands touching your breasts, his cock throbbing inside you every time your tits bounced as you moved on top of him. He bent forward and engulfed a hard nipple with his lips.

Vittorio sucked on your nipple hard, the rough texture of his beard rubbing deliciously against the sensitive skin on your breasts. Fuck. You grabbed the back of his head, moaned as he sucked on your nipple until it became swollen and raw. When he finally released it, he looked up at you with lustful, wild eyes and heaving chest, and you leaned down, kissing him hungrily and needily.

"Fuck me, Vittorio. Make me yours," you whispered against his lips, your nails digging into his neck. Your words awoke something primal inside of him, a dominance longing to be released. Growling, he wrapped his arm around your torso and turned the both of you around so you laid underneath him. Pushing your legs up, he glared into your eyes, his face hard and stern as he started pounding into you like a madman. You stared up at him, your mouth half-open as your moans spilled from your lips, loving the dominance you always knew he had somewhere inside of him. Your back arched at the pleasure and you saw stars as his cock hit the deepest parts of you, again and again...Then, Vittorio wrapped his hand around your throat just below your jawline and that was all it took for you to tumble over the edge. You cried out in pleasure and your pussy clenched around his cock as your orgasm swept through your body like a whirlwind.

"Fuck," Vittorio muttered as your pussy tightened around him and he spilled his seed inside you, his swelling cock filling you up until he was completely drained. His heavy body collapsed on top of you and you smiled, embracing the safe feeling of his body on yours as you played with the long layers of his hair.

"I love you," he mumbled against your neck and your smile widened.

"I love you too."

Maybe your eternity in the fog wouldn't be so horrible after all.

Tag: @noodlecupcakes

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Bad Moon Rising

|The Quarry|

Part I Part II Part III Part IV

Sheriff Travis Hackett 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: angst, self hatred

Note: this is a nsfw story so minors DNI

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Cold toes.

That was your first impression of that little county that no one seemed to know about. Even the old map you had dug out from your parent’s house didn’t show the whole area. North Kill was a strange area set deep into the wilderness of upstate New York, and you found that as you watched the trees thicken, a certain comfort began to envelop you. You know that with a small community came it’s own challenges -like locking up your garbage lest a raccoon or bear rummage through it- but you couldn’t help but feel at ease.

While you were not stupid, nor naive to the horrors of the world, you had taken up a friendly trucker’s offer to drive you up there- it was along his route anyway, and his eyes were kind. He reminded you of a relative of Santa Clause…who swore like a sailor. In return you bought him a hearty lunch at a road-side restaurant, and he didn’t bother you about how quiet you were; you two got along swimmingly. All in all, the journey was a success.

It was only when you hopped out of the semi truck at the gas station that the September air made a chill run through you. You held onto your suitcase and began the hour long walk into the town. The road was so baren that you almost wondered if you were walking into nothingness. By the time you made it to your grandparent’s summer house, your toes were freezing cold, and that was the only time you cursed at the rural community.

The keys you had been given shook in your chilled hands as you tried to get the metal into the lock. You sucked in a long breath, closed your eyes, and tried again. Finally, you succeeded and the door swung open, welcoming you to your new home for the next six months. It was simple, and you thanked god that there wasn’t copious amounts of taxidermy or creepy trinkets like you had seen in horror movies of cabins in the woods. It was a sweet cabin they had built a few years ago to spend their summers, and as soon as you looked around, your distain for North Kill vanished.

Ever since the town gained popularity again, more and more people had gotten similar ideas, which resulted in a small community taking shape. Small businesses and tourist attractions that stemmed from the beautiful forests, and the stone structures that once held a Quarry.

You hadn’t spent any time there, but when your grandparents mentioned that the cabin was in need of someone to watch it during the cold months, you accepted their offer. After so long of not having any time to yourself, the temptation to hide away for half a year was too strong.

And that’s exactly what you planned to do.

It didn’t take long to settle into the community- evidently as soon as you mentioned your last name, you were welcomed. You didn’t realise your grandparents were so involved in the community, but it was apparently your ticket to getting into the slightly nosy local’s good books.

After a week of finding your footing so to speak, you decided that a part time job would make the time pass even nicer. It wasn’t like you had to worry about commitment or paying bills while you were there, so you knew it would be fairly low stress.

You decided that working in the local coffee shop would be the easiest way to make a few friends and get to know the community. Caffeination was the best way to almost anyone’s heart, and if that didn’t work, then the fresh baked goods would.

On the morning of September 15th at 6:13 am, two week after you had arrived, your shoes squeaked ever so slightly on the dewy road. The thick trees began to slowly thin out and houses turned into small businesses. Nestled in among them was The Crow: the town coffee house. It was a small shop that only had a few tables, but you liked how cozy it was. You liked that when you looked out the big front window you could see the trees past the street.

You hurried around the back and let yourself in through the propped open door. Just as you did every morning, you tied your apron around your waist, and began prepping the shop with your coworker; that day it was Dan- the owner’s son. He was nice enough but flirted a little too much. He took your quietness as bashfulness too, which was embarrassing at times. But you didn’t mind him- he let you play your music and he was as a good worker. Then there were the bakers in the morning who made the goodies for the day, and they often left an extra extra batch of something sweet for those on shift, and you could hardly wait for your share.

Nearly every day was the same, and you had grown comfortable quickly.

That morning was just like every other day until you opened up shop. Normally, you’d open up, and very slowly your morning customers would trickle through; usually the first one didn’t come through until 7:30am.

That morning, however, not ten minutes after flipping the closed sign to open, the bell above the door chimed. The sound made you jump a little in surprise as you finished stocking the shelves behind you with the last bran muffins. You turned to greet the customer, but stopped once you looked over your shoulder.

A man in a black police uniform, complete with a badge, radio and pistol on his hip was making his way to the counter. You had to admit you hadn’t seen a lot of officers in the area, but upon closer inspection of his star shaped badge, he was no officer at all.

“Mornin’ Sheriff!” Came a voice beside you. You hadn’t even heard Dan come from the back until he was right there, his hands on the counter.

Your eyes were still trained on the officer, and you only looked away when the older man looked at Dan and gave him a short nod.

“Usual?” Dan asked, already reaching for a cup. You did your best to finish up, and steal a couple more looks at the Sheriff as you turned the espresso machine on, and mindlessly made yourself a morning coffee.

“Yeah.” The man grumbled.

You didn’t know what it was that made your eyes flick to his gaunt face, but you couldn’t help it. He was tall, and had fascinating features…you bet he had a nice smile. Judging by his dark hooded eyes, he might not be the most cheery type.

You finished steaming your milk for your coffee, and watched Dan give him a simple cup but you had missed if he put anything in it. You bet that it was just black. “Take care, Sheriff.” Dan gave him a simple wave and the older man took his leave. But to your poor heart’s surprise, he cast you one more look as he turned. You wished you could have smiled or waved, but your voice was caught in your throat. He must have thought you were so strange…maybe a little creepy even.

“W-who was that?” You asked quietly, taking a sip of your drink.

“Hm?” Dan asked absentmindedly, not looking up from the note pad there for the schedule.

You sighed. “Never mind.” And left it at that.

The rest of the day went smoothly, and you found that you only had to ask Dan a couple times for help. But try as you might, no matter how charming and sweet your co-worker or the other residents of North Kill were, you couldn’t get those strange, fathomless eyes out of your head.

That was the first time you saw that grumpy old sheriff.

Little did you know that it hadn’t been the first time he saw you.

The next morning was warmer than usual, and you indulged in a summer dress that you justified wearing with knit tights, boots and a sweater that was a few sizes too big. The morning walks you had into town had become a favourite part of your routine, even with the unnervingly thick forests on either side of you. When your grandparents had told you to brush up on wilderness survival, you had laughed to yourself, but now as you always felt as if eyes were on you, you were thankful for the copious amounts of articles you had read. Every video or article seemed to say the same thing- everyone thinks they’re invincible until a bear is pissed or a moose is swimming after them.

With your hairs standing on end, you continued the journey and ignored the unease that threatened the tranquility of your morning walk. Instead, you let yourself smile secretly as you remembered that aquiline nose that was framed so handsomely by tired eyes and sharp cheek bones. You hated that you couldn’t remember his voice, having been too invested in trying to look at him while not burning your hand. The selfish, silly side of you wondered if you would see him that day.

After a half hour, the looming building of The Crow finally came into view. You quickened your pace and almost sweat through your sweater as soon as you stepped inside the kitchen. You tore off the heavy knit and waved at your other co-worker, Georgia, as she joined you in tying her apron.

“How you doin’ mouse?” She asked. It had been a nickname her and Dan used since your second day- evidently you being a little shy made an impression.

“Good. Happy it’s a little warm today…you?” You asked, grabbing a tray of banana bread to take out front.

“Not bad. You know that order I placed online like last month? Well apparently now it’s in Atlanta!” She moaned, “Is it so hard to send a package to this stupid town?”

You laughed quietly. You liked Georgia- she was sweet and boisterous. Her and her boyfriend made you pine when he would pick her up from work every day and he would pretend to be a customer just to see her. You watched how the men of the town flirted with her and her bright brown eyes and beautiful caramel skin.

“I think they’re out to get me.” She huffed, turning on the espresso machine.

“They might just be.” You mused, sending her a little smile that made her laugh.

The rest of the opening went quietly, and you found a calm playlist to fill the cafe for the day. By the time you unlocked the door, your head was so full of which coffee you wanted that morning and what you wanted for lunch that your head was admittedly a little in the clouds.

You were torn out of your thoughts went Georgia suddenly popped up from the mini fridge under the bar, “Shoot, I’ll be right back. You got the front?” She asked, holding what you assumed to be an empty milk container.

You nodded, “Take your time.” She ducked into the back as you finished the fresh brewed coffee, and fixed the cups for the fifteenth time. Then, your eyes gravitated to the front steps when you heard them creak. You thought your eyes deceived you for a moment, but when the door opened, you knew you were very much seeing what you thought.

“Good morning, Sheriff.” You managed to smile gently, and placed your hands delicately on the counter as he approached you.

He stared back at you like he was thinking, or taking you in. It should have unnerved you, but you just held his gaze, and after a second he gave you a half nod.

Nope. Not a morning person.

You had seen your share of cranky locals in the morning, and you could only assume his case of the morning grumps was even worse as sheriff. In an attempt to make his morning easier, you kept your voice calm and light so as to not jar him.

“Can I get you something full of caffeine?” You asked. You didn’t know what it was, but your heart was beating aggressively in your chest as he stood before you.

“Yeah, thanks.” He murmured, looking to the side, and crossed his arms.

You ignored the fact that you liked his voice, nodded and punched in a simple medium roast coffee.

“$2.50, please sir.” You said, and accepted the change he placed in your hand. You noted he was careful to not touch you.

As a sheriff, you assumed he didn’t have a great deal of time to kill, so you poured his coffee and placed it on the counter for him quickly, “There you go.” You chirped. The sheriff took the cup, and raised it to you in a silent thanks.

The sound of his boots filled your ears, and before you could stop yourself, you called out to him, “I hope your day goes okay!”

In response, he cast you a look over his shoulder that you couldn’t decipher, and disappeared outside and into his cruiser.

You watched his car pull away and barely noticed Georgia coming out from the back until she was rambling on about something. But you didn’t hear her, not really.

Those black eyes and harsh lines were seared into your mind.

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“One oatmeal cookie, chocolate zucchini bread and two lattes will come to an even $15, please.” You said, reading off the couple’s order, and grabbing two cups.

As you tore their receipt form the printer, you were acutely aware of the bell chiming once again. It had been an usually busy morning, even though you had only opened up a half hour ago.

You grabbed a paper bag and turned away from the counter to pick up the cookie and breakfast bread in your tongs, “I’ll be right with you!” You called over your shoulder to whoever had come in.

Once you finished up, you turned back to hand them their goodies but jumped when you were greeted by those brooding black eyes again.

The Sheriff.

His hand was on the flap covering his pistol in a relaxed gesture, and just like last time there was not a wrinkle on his uniform.

“I-I’ll be right with you, sir.” You breathed in deep and made quick work of whipping up the waiting couple’s lattes before passing them off to their hands. They gave a a friendly thank you, but you barely registered it.

When you turned back to the older man who was waiting, you smiled shyly.

“Mornin’.” He muttered, with a little downward flick of his eyes.

You’re brows rose, surprised by the greeting. “Good morning, sheriff. Good to see you again. Coffee?” You asked politely, placing your small hands on the counter.

He swallowed, and sighed, “Yeah.”

You noted that he didn’t hold the strongest eye contact with you. Though you had to admit that you didn’t mind- if he stared you down your brain would cease to function.

For a fraction of a second, you let yourself observe his face better this time. He really was a handsome man, in a sorrowful way, but those bags under his eyes didn’t lie.

He looks so tired…

“Okay, same as yesterday or would you like something different?” You tried to get a little more out of him.

He just stared at you, and you shifted on your feet.

“No. Just the coffee.” He said firmly.

You nodded, but still offered him a small smile which he didn’t return.

That was the most you got out of him for the first week.

However, you noticed that he was one of your most prompt regulars since that first morning- always arriving between ten and forty five minutes of opening.

Neither of you said much to one another, but you sometimes braved an extra comment, only to have him hum. At one point you wondered if he was a robot with only a certain amount of programmed responses, which had made you laugh accidentally in front of him. He had arched a brow at you, and you hadn’t been able to look at him until he left.

It made you nervous when your stomach was so unsettled around him…it had been such a long time since you felt that around someone.

After he had left with yet another cup of coffee that morning, you had asked Dan and Georgia, if they knew much about the sheriff, to which they both gave a similar reaction.

“Sheriff Hackett, that grumpy ass? He’s practically an urban legend. People say he saved this town from monsters or something…I’m pretty sure it was just come kids from the camp that made it up after he told them to stop fucking in the woods.”

They laughed it off, but it only left you wanting to know more.

An urban legend?

You had just hoped to learn his name and maybe a little about his personality, but something about the specificity of ‘monsters’ made you wonder if there was more to North Kill than just it’s unique name. Your mind spun as you wondered just what that old sheriff had been though.

That thought stuck with you right through to the next day.

One of your afternoon regulars, a middle aged woman named Shirley, came through the doors as you were lost in thought; cleaning the counter for the second time in five minutes.

But her footsteps quickly caught your attention, and you greeted her with a practiced smile, “Hey, how are doing?” You asked as the woman approached you.

The woman rolled her eyes with an aloof smile. You liked Shirley- she was a widower with an eye for young men and she had a good wit.

“My back is stiff and my dog got spooked by a bird this morning but I can’t say I’m half bad.” She said.

A laugh escaped you.

“Well let’s wake you up a little more, hm? Hazelnut latte?” You asked happily, already reaching for a cup.

“You’re a dear.” She nodded, taking out a $5 bill. “So how’s the town treating you?”

Shirley rested her hand on the countertop, looking around at the half full cafe. You smiled and walked to the espresso machine, “Oh it’s nice, the people are so welcoming…it’s hard to believe most everyone here has only been here for a few years or so.” You said, trying to steer the conversation where you wanted.

If there was anyone who could fill in the gaps of your image of the Sheriff, it was her.

The woman nodded thoughtfully for a moment, “Oh yes, this town has quite the history.” She said, twitching her brow.

You looked at her as you steamed the milk, “Oh?” Your ears burned.

She nodded and looked around secretively.

You knew she didn’t want anyone to overhear- she had done the same thing when she told you about how a man living three houses from her had a sugar baby in New York City.

“It’s just Georgia here and she’s on break. The customers don’t care.” You said, hoping she would tell you her thoughts.

Shirley sighed, and leaned onto the counter. “Alright. But you need to remember no one here likes to talk about this…especially no one with the last name Hackett…” she warned you.

Your heart beat harder, “L-like Sheriff Hackett?” You asked, leaning over the counter.

“Yes. Now I’ll keep it short and sweet, dear…you never know about these gossipers here.” You had to stifle a laugh at that- you’re one of them Shirley, “About eight years ago, the town here nearly shut down…well it did shut down. There were…strange disappearances and deaths of people that began happening. My husband was one of them…People got scared and left- became a ghost town over night. The only people who stayed were there to run the basics- the Harbinger and the gas station down the way, and the summer camp…”

“They kept the summer camp open?” You asked when she paused.

Shirley nodded.

“They figured it was safe enough…you know how far out of town it is by the old Hackett Quarry. It was a gamble, but it paid off in the end…the only person who stayed to find out what was going on was that sheriff of ours…”

You almost dropped the cup as you went to place it on the counter for her.

“…that man didn’t rest until he got rid of whoever or whatever was raiding this sweet town.” She said, taking the latte. You stared right back at her, dumbfounded. “We owe that man the world…”

A moment of silence fell between you, but there was a burning question you couldn’t help but but ask.

“So what was it?” You asked finally. But Shirley only shrugged.

“He won’t talk about it…some people think it was some kind of ghost, or a transient serial killer…it doesn’t matter though. What does matter is that this town is back and running.” She took another sip and hummed in appreciation.

Your heart began to go a little faster, “He’s…he’s a hero.” You murmured almost to yourself.

Shirley nodded.

“He is. An angry one, but certainly a hero of some kind. If he was a little nicer he would have to beat the ladies off.” She laughed.

“He’s not married?” You asked before you could stop yourself.

Her eyebrows rose, “No…haven’t even seen the man with a woman before.” She laughed again.

You nodded slowly, and rubbed your arm absentmindedly.

“…well thanks for telling me.” You said, “I feel a little stupid for just thinking he was just another man in uniform.” You laughed at yourself.

“He’s quiet enough to remain unassuming…I think he likes it that way. Don’t let his brooding charisma of a damp paper towel fool you.” Shirley added and she drank from her latte.

The bell above the door chimed, and your breath caught in your throat when you saw the very man walking through the door. Your cheeks already began to heat up, and your hands went all clammy.

Shirley turned to you to say goodbye, but when she saw your face, she looked between the sheriff and you and smiled. “Bye y/n!” She called a little louder than usual. Either to snap you out of your trance or to make sure he knew your name, “Sheriff.” She murmured as she passed the approaching man in question.

You watched the man in uniform carefully, and couldn’t help but smile as he came closer, “Hi Sheriff, one coffee isn’t enough for today?” You asked, already getting him a cup.

“Mhmm.” He hummed, though it was barely audible as he pulled out the change to give you.

After hearing about his riveting story, you laughed a little to yourself now seeing him doing something so simple. So mundane. You thought about him making breakfast. Checking the mail. Grocery shopping. Then as you let your brain run away with itself, an image of him sleeping in a comfortable bed flashed through your head- you bet he looked peaceful when he slept.

You mentally scolded yourself.

This was a good man. Better than most.

A warmth heated up your cheeks. Instead of putting the coffee on the counter, you held it out for him to take. He looked down at your hand, and grasped the cup, grazing your fingers in the process. You felt your heart skip over.

“Thanks.” He murmured, though you didn’t see the tiny upturn of the side of his mouth. Then, instead of him so carefully placing the money in your hand, his fingers rested against yours for a moment until he pulled away, and cast you a look you couldn’t place.

“You’re welcome.” You chimed as he turned away, “H-have a good day Sheriff Hackett!”

At the sound of his name, he half turned back to you at the door as he pushed it open. The older man gave you a tiny nod, and you swore there was a small smirk on his face, but you could barely focus on anything but the fact that he had touched you and acknowledged your well wishes.

When the door shut, you did a little jump behind the counter, happy that the cafe was practically empty at that point. If anyone had seen you, would would have burst into flames.

But he saw you.

He knew he shouldn’t look, but he couldn’t help it.

You were like a breath of fresh air, and you didn’t look at him with some preconceived idea of who he was.

When you said his last name, his heart nearly stopped all together.

Did you ask about him?

Were you curious about him?

Did you think about him?

Or did someone just mention it in passing?

He sighed and ran a hand over his face for the fifteenth time that day.

He couldn’t think these things. He felt like a filthy old man as his mind wandered, but he couldn’t help it.

You were so fucking cute.

He huffed and pulled out of the parking spot before driving begrudgingly to the station.

Y/n. That was your name.

He said it over and over in his head as he parked and sipped at the warm drink you had given him. He ignored the deputies and officers who eyed that fresh coffee in their sheriff’s hand.

It wasn’t like he needed to go out for it, there was perfectly good coffee in the lunch room.

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

Aasim: Why is Louis on the floor crying?

Clem: He’s drunk.

Aasim: What happened?

Clem: He asked me out and when I said I had a boyfriend he started crying.

Aasim: I thought you guys were together.

Clem: We are.

Wicked Game (Hank Anderson/female reader one-shot) Detroit Become Human fanfic

Here’s my first story about Lieutenant Hank Anderson!  I hope everyone enjoys it!

Title: Wicked Game

Rating: NC-17 for sex, language, and mentions of murder and domestic abuse (blowjob, cunnilingus, P in V, doggystyle, unprotected sex *wrap it up, kids*, and angst)

Characters: Hank Anderson/female reader

Summary: Hank calls you after finishing up at a crime scene and asks if he can come see you…

Author’s Note: I do not own the character from Detroit Become Human.  This is a work of fiction.  Anything remotely similar to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

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On The Road

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this is too mf cute MY HEART

There For The Big Day (Detroit Become Human X Reader)

Characters:  Detroit Become Human X Reader (There’s no direct x reader, everyone just gets along :)  (Except Gavin lol))

Universe: Detroit Become Human

Warnings: Spoilers to the game

Request: Kara and luther is about to have the greatest wedding of all time. They invite the reader because the reader helped them escape to Canada. This wedding is so expensive and great. 

“Kara! Y/N is here!” Alice’s voice was heard from her room upstairs, filled with excitement as soon she was bounding down the stairs, rushing to the front door of the small house and throwing the door open and rushing out. Kara was immediately up to go watch her, a natural reaction for her at this point, and she stood on the doorway of her front door as she watched you step take Alice in your arms, throwing her up as high as you could, making the child giggle as she was able to wrap her arms around your neck. 

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this vid has been in my camera roll since 2018 and its still single handedly the funniest shit ive ever seen

YALL THIS IS NOT MY VIDEO SO ALL CREDIT TO THE OC

Love the Quarry? Then check out the Artstation profile of Wes! He also wrote the storyboard of "Little Hope" and "House of Ashes" two other games of Supermassive

Super awesome dude and horribly nice!

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The Quarry Artblast - Wes Nike

Quarry portfolio - a selection of the work I made for the supermassive game.

❦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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