Saw This Gifset And Thought He Would Be Good Practise

Hey! 😊 Is it okay for you if I link your drawing at AO3 under the chapter? I imagined the dress to be EXACTLY like that. It's perfect! 😍🤍

I’d love too! ❤️🥺

I’ll finish it and tag you - then you’re free to add it to your amazing fic! 🥰✨

Update

I finished her lines and flat colours! Soon she’ll be ready to go and be added to @burning-peanut fanfic!

I’ll probably finish her tomorrow 🤔✨

A little story based on one of the romance endings with Astarion. This is my Bard OC Aranel.

Hope you like it.

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Another Laura Kearny! 🥰❤️

I got inspired by the awesome fanfic on Ao3:

The Invitation

Absolutely nice work from @burning-peanut! Give it a read, I highly recommend it!

It’s the short dress Laura wears in chapter 3, dancing and making a certain sheriff very horny 🌚👏✨

I link the fic here!🌿✨

I’ll clean up her lines a bit more and maybe colour her in~ 🥰

I watched Alien Stage for the first time today and Ivan and Tills song just broke me. I love them so I drew them together. 🥲

Drawing of my OC Sam in more fancy clothes

My In-Game Mourn Watch Rook! <3

"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.

🩸Happy strawberry cake day Sheriff Travis…

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

I will finish it sometime later.

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