#Travis Trapper Beasley x Reader

[female-hysterics]

Came across this info...

Golden Retriever boyfriend: A loyal, supportive, and upbeat partner who is a pleasure to be around.

Rottweiler boyfriend: A reserved and observant partner who is defensive when the situation calls for it. They may not contribute much to a group conversation, but they are paying attention.

Cat boyfriend: is reserved, aloof, and introverted

and decided to categorize Dan Stevens characters because why not 😌

Travis Trapper Beasley: Golden Retriever without a doubt

Herr Köing: Cat. 100%. Pretends to be a Golden Retriever, but is a Cat

Adam Barrett/Frank: Rottweiler

Sir Lancelot: absolutely a Golden Retriever

Prince Adam/The Beast: A tough one, but I'm leaning more towards Cat 🤔

David Collins: Rottweiler while pretending to be a Golden Retriever

[hesawifebeaterdanusethegun]

Being with Travis "Trapper" Beasley Part 2: Two Tickets to Paradise

Part One

After a (very bumpy) trip through the Hollow Earth portal, you were unceremoniously dumped above a large river basin surrounded by thick jungle vegetation in every color you could imagine.

"It's beautiful," you whispered, still a bit out of breath from the turbulent trip. And it was. You couldn't choose a spot to look at closely because there was so much to take in, all of it absolutely amazing. Far above you hung what looked to be vast mountain ranges anchored in the "sky," which you knew was really just more of the same ground you'd be standing on once the HEAV landed. In Hollow Earth, a gravitational anomaly flipped the center of gravity at the halfway point between the two surfaces, so the Titans who lived here could walk on both surfaces. You had never seen anything like it and the photos you'd seen during your studies just didn't compare to seeing the real thing.

Trapper wasn't looking at the landscape below, he'd seen all this before. Instead he was grinning from ear to ear just watching your reaction to the breathtaking scenery. When you noticed, you nervously looked away, apologizing and pulling your (now very sweaty with nerves) hand from his and wiping it on your pants.

"Nothing to apologize for," he said, still smiling and watching you, resting his now empty hand on his knee. Though you weren't looking you could feel his eyes on you still, and not for the first time wondered just what goes on in that man's head.

Though you'd grown fairly close over the months since you'd been paired together, he still puzzled you at times. More and more lately, you'd found yourself confused by his behavior and you often didn't know what to make of him.

The truth was, Trapper felt much the same about you as you did about him. He occasionally had trouble reading you, but he'd grown used to your quirks and hoped you'd grown used to his in the time you'd worked together. He was very fond of you as you were of him, and barring some awkward moments (you'd grown used to those in your life, often being the cause of said awkwardness) you were great friends, and trusted each other with your lives, as you had to be able to do in this line of work.

The HEAV was coming up on the newly rebuilt Outpost One, Monarch's first research location within Hollow Earth, located close to the portal you'd taken to get here. It looked like a random smattering of black, yellow, and silver shipping containers, each serving its own function, including housing.

Outpost One had been destroyed a year ago, just preceding Kong, Godzilla, and Mothra's war with the Skar King, by said Skar King and his army of Great Apes before the King's death at the hands of Kong and Shimo, the ancient Ice Titan. Trapper had been there for that particular adventure involving the Titans, and he'd mentioned it several times before. It sounded terrifying, but exciting as well.

This was an endless conundrum within you. You were naturally a cautious person, thinking before you act to reduce any danger to yourself or those around you, but you also craved excitement like in the stories Trapper liked to tell about his past. That's why you'd gone through the rigorous application process to become part of the Monarch Research Division despite it's difficulty. You needed to face some of that natural caution (and fear) within you and overcome it, allowing yourself to experience that sense of danger and excitement.

This was the one part of the hiring process that you'd stumbled upon: the psychiatric evaluation. Because your cautious nature and the anxiety it caused could help or hinder you in the field, and you had been sent back for extra testing at this point in the interview process to double check your results and make sure you were cut out for a Hollow Earth assignment. Ultimately you'd passed this hurdle, but it wasn't without a little "creativity" in your answers to the psychiatrist's questions, but who hadn't told some little white lies on occasion in a job interview?

The HEAV had reached Outpost One, landing in a clearing nearby what you would learn were referred to as "Cabin One," "Cabin Two," "Cabin Three," etc. You would have some trouble thinking of them as anything other than shipping containers or maybe those storage pods available for rent back home, if a bit more rough and sturdy.

"You alright?" Trapper asked you, noticing the look of deep thought you had on your face. You were just wondering if it would feel any different stepping on the ground here vs the surface. Would you be able to feel the energy that you knew radiated from every plant, animal, and square inch of soil you touched? But that was a silly idea, of course you wouldn't be able to literally feel the radiation emanating from this land, except perhaps spiritually. But that was Trapper's wheelhouse, spiritualism and its ilk wasn't something you'd had much to do with since you left behind your religious upbringing and decided what you truly believed in was science.

"I'm okay, thanks." You gave Trapper a small smile and proceeded to extricate yourself from your "seatbelt," which more resembled restraints used on an amusement park ride to keep you in place when the car you were in went upside down.

Trapper exited the HEAV ahead of you, carrying his small pack of clothing and other essentials he'd need during your stay down here. He proceeded to walk toward Cabin Three, the one you two would be sharing during the coming months of your assignment.

Holding your bag you paused at the bottom step out of the ship before stepping onto the grass below. This was it. You couldn't go back now, you had to commit. You took a breath and let it out loudly before stepping down and following in Trapper's path, your own pack slung over your shoulder. You couldn't see him anymore, but you didn't worry about losing track of Trapper, you could just follow the music. Two Tickets to Paradise by Eddie Money just reached your ears from around a corner ahead. You smiled at his song choice and walked forward into whatever this new chapter of your life would bring.

[happy74827]

The Way You Kiss Me

[Travis "Trapper" Beasley x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: He’s called “Trapper” for a reason.

WC: 1443

Category: Fluff, Lime/Spice

I would say this is a fan service… but, truthfully, I couldn’t help myself. This is a service to myself LMFAO (enjoy the gif of Dan in The Guest since GxK is still fresh in theaters. I cannot wait for this movie to come out in hd quality 🤭)

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Trapper was a bit of a wildcard, in your opinion. You'd known him since your teenage years and had been the one to give him his name. He'd always been a bit of a recluse, even back then. The man was more comfortable around animals than he was with people. The compassion he had for the four-legged beasts was something you had always admired. It was his love of nature and the wild that had drawn you in; you'd never been able to pinpoint why.

That had been over ten years ago, but it felt like no time had passed. You had gone to school, became what you always dreamed of, and moved back to your hometown.

And, of course, it was only inevitable that Trapper would have trapped you.

It hadn't happened right away.

No, it had started slow, like a creeping fog. You didn't even notice it until you found yourself missing the smell of his cologne and his walkman that he still carried around everywhere.

“Yeah, luv, not everywhere's got Wi-Fi, you know?” He would always say, and the thick Australian accent would make your heart flutter.

He was kind, gentle, and a bit goofy. He could sing like a dream (not really, he was quite awful) and was the best vet in the whole world, or at least in your mind. He was utterly perfect on the inside.

And the outside? Well, a pure accident had gotten you two together.

You'd gone into his office, just like every other time, to borrow another of his rare records. Usually, he was there to let you in, but when he wasn't, you were thankful he kept a spare key under the mat.

The office had been quiet, and as you walked through the small space, you frowned, knowing that he never missed a day, even when he was sick.

Turns out your suspicion was right.

His water got cut off, so he swung by the office to shower, and well, you'd gotten to him before he'd managed to change. So, there you were, in your scrubs and lab coat, walking in on him fresh from a shower, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.

It had been an awkward encounter, to say the least.

Trapper was not a big guy. Sure, he had broad shoulders and was decently strong, but his height was on the shorter side, and his muscles were more toned than they were bulky. He was handsome in his own way, and that was one thing you'd always liked. He didn't look like a bodybuilder or some sort of model. He looked like a normal man.

But the moment you saw him standing there, dripping wet and looking a bit shocked, it was like a switch flipped. Your knees felt weak, and the butterflies that had made their homes in your stomach started flapping their wings, making you feel all flustered and a bit embarrassed.

It made it worse when you realized he had his Walkman hanging around his neck. Dude couldn’t even make it a day without his favorite tunes.

And the fact that you had his favorite record clutched in your arms wasn’t helping.

You were the first to speak.

"S-Sorry, I didn't mean to barge in like this; I was just-."

He cut you off.

"Ah, yeah, forgot to call, didn't I? Water got shut off this morning, thought I'd shower here." He looked around. "Sorry 'bout the mess. Didn't know you were coming by today."

The towel was slipping. You could see his hip bones. You tried to look away, but you couldn't help it. He had such a nice body, and you'd never even noticed it until then.

You shook your head.

"It's fine. I, um, was just looking for one of your records; I didn't mean to."

He raised his hands.

“Settle down, sweetheart, don't get yourself worked up. No harm done."

It was only then that he seemed to realize what was happening. His eyes widened slightly.

"Oh. Sorry, I can just..."

"No, no, it's fine. Go ahead."

It was then that he noticed the album you had clutched to your chest. A smile spread across his face, and he gave you a knowing look.

"Fleetwood Mac… again? How many times is this now? Four?"

You flushed.

"I told you, they're my favorite."

He smiled and shook his head.

"You're lucky I don’t mind sharing. Come on, let's see which one it is."

As he took the album from you, his hand brushed yours, and you couldn't help the jolt that went up your arm.

He didn't seem to notice, thankfully, and instead flipped open the case.

"Ah, Rumours. My personal favorite."

Your heart was racing. You could hear your blood in your ears, and all you could think about was how good he looked in a towel.

He looked up and met your gaze. His lips twitched upwards.

"Welp,” He closed the case and handed it back to you. “Go ahead. It's all yours."

He stepped past you and walked to his office, leaving a trail of water behind him. You stood there, unable to move, just staring after him, the record still held tight to your chest.

"Hey, Traps?" You called.

He appeared in the doorway.

"Yeah?"

"What’re you listening to?"

He grinned and held up his Walkman.

“Toto. I was feeling a bit… nostalgic."

You couldn't help the laugh that came from your lips.

"Of course you are."

His grin was contagious, and he disappeared back into his office, leaving you standing there, feeling like a teenage girl with her first crush. Except the crush didn’t stay a crush for long.

You forget what happened initially, but one minute, you were holding the record out in the hallway; the next minute, you were on the couch in his office, the record discarded on the floor, and his lips were on yours.

You weren’t really sure who had kissed who first, but you had been surprised at his actions, and he had pulled away quickly.

The break was short-lived, and the next thing you knew, you were both making out, his freshly picked out plaid pullover discarded somewhere, and your hands buried in his hair, tugging at the ashy blonde locks as he peppered kisses all along your neck.

His skin was soft, and you could tell he put lotion on. His hair smelled like the shampoo he used, and his breath smelled like coffee and mint.

He had a bit of scruff on his cheeks, and you could feel the hairs brush against your skin. Ticklish, but in a good way.

He had strong hands, and they were running along your sides, pulling your hips against his, and the pressure was enough to make you moan into his mouth.

Nothing further had happened that day. It was his workplace, after all. It's one of the things he actually took seriously. But that didn’t stop you two from doing things in his office on the weekends.

Like now, for instance.

He had you pressed up against the door, his mouth working along your jaw and down your neck, his hands running over your back.

Your head was swimming. You couldn’t think straight. The only thing you could process was him: his touch, his smell, his voice.

You felt him push a leg between yours, and you ground yourself against him.

The groan that rumbled in his chest had you shivering, and you reached for him, fingers grabbing for purchase on his shirt.

He was a sight to behold. Hair mussed from your fingers, lips red and swollen, eyes darkened by lust.

His Walkman was never too far, and as his lips moved back up to meet yours, his hands were fiddling with the buttons. Honestly, it was a miracle he could still find the music while being preoccupied.

The sounds of the first few notes of the song had you smiling.

He pulled away and grinned, eyes sparkling with amusement.

"A fan of this one?"

You didn't answer.

Instead, you took his hand and twirled him, pulling him against you, chests pressed together.

His laughter rang in your ears, and the next thing you knew, you were swaying back and forth, cheek resting against his chest, his chin resting atop your head.

For a little while, you forgot about everything: no work, no big apes or lizards, no giant monsters or crazy scientists.

There was no need for them. Not now.

You were trapped in his arms, and you had no plans of breaking free.

[bonkwosher]

Could you please do headcanons of trapper and frank with an affectionate reader please ✨❤️👍

A/N: YES! REQUESTS! MY LIFE SOURCE. Anyways, thank you lol. For the hell of it, I'm adding David from the guest bc I love him too & that way they can all be on one page. I hope you liked it, I kinda dove more into how they show affection but tried to include you being affectionate where I could.

Pairing(s): Travis "Trapper" Beasley x GN!Reader, Adam "Frank" Barnett x GN!Reader (Separate), David Collins x GN!Reader (Separate)

Contains: Frank being a tough guy, Trapper being a golden retriever boyfriend, David being a big gentlemanly teddy bear

Frank:

Public Affection/PDA

Frank would, at the very least, pretend he hated it in front of others. Especially if you ended up hanging around any of his criminal contacts, though I doubt he'd let that happens. You'd probably be his source of goodness in the world & he wouldn't want things to mix.

Stuff like you'd hug him & he'd freeze, sighing, "Y/N..." dragging out your name.

Peppering kisses all over his face he'd try to push you off as lightly as he can.

You'd try to pull him into a kiss by his jacket lapels & though you succeed you'll hear a muffled "We're in public" against your lips, only causing you to laugh.

You know he's just being dramatic, he really doesn't care too much, it's just a matter of keeping up his tough guy image. If there were ever a time he really didn't want PDA he'd let you know & you would respect that. It's just a quirk of his to pretend he doesn't want it no matter how much he relishes in your every touch.

Behind Closed Doors

Now, here he feels a lot more comfortable, especially in either of your homes. He may not reciprocate exactly what you do but he will show you how much your affection brings him joy. It somehow ends up horny a lot.

Whenever you watch tv or movies together he likes to have a hand on your thigh, around your shoulders, or massage your feet. The couch is one place where he's always attached to you. He lives for the pleased hums you make when he relieves your tension.

Frank likes to sleep closest to the door when you two sleep. Without thinking about it, it's a way to show he cares about you. Frank has the facade of only caring about himself, always thinking about number one & all. But really you mean more to him than he means to himself. Frank would happily throw himself in the line of gunfire just to see you smile one more time.

Trapper:

Public Affection/PDA

Trapper becomes the world's cutest little ball of sludge. You compliment him & he's already down on one knee.

You swear when you hug him he gets all warm & fuzzy. He tells you it's because he loves you so much, that & he never wants to see you cold so him being a human heater is just another reason you guys are a perfect match.

You'll somehow weasel your way into the trip into hollow earth, one of the many conditions being you sit next to Trapper on the way down. When he teases Bernie he'll immediately turn to you & smile, making sure you know he was joking about possibly being able to swallow your own tongue. You just continue to hold his hand & laugh quietly.

If, at any point, you fall asleep in the jet & happen to have your head fall on his shoulder he will lose his mind. He will turn to Ilene & get her attention, pointing to how adorable you are until she agrees. His heart is beating so fast, butterflies in his stomach. He glances down at you with admiration, holding you tight.

As you guys walk through the forest, you hug into his side to keep warm. If that's not enough he will give you his over shirt & won't stop commenting about how amazing you look in it.

You definitely bought him at least one of his necklaces & no he won't stop talking about how much he loves it, especially with other people. "You know, my partner Y/N got this for me. It's my favorite of all my necklaces, I don't know what I'd do if I lost it."

Behind Closed Doors

Trapper is all over you. You definitely take turns sleeping on top of each other. When he sleeps on top of you he 1000% drools on you.. When you sleep on top of him, he gets so incredibly giddy. He has so many photos of you, with your permission. A particularly cute one is his phone wallpaper so he sees it every time he opens it.

He likes to cook you dinners because he likes doing things for you, but your reaction is a huge motivator too. The smile on your face, the amazing look you give him after the first bite, the endless praise of his cooking.

Trapper would definitely find the time to, on occasion, bring you breakfast in bed for the same reasons.

David:

Public Affection/PDA

David is very gentlemanly, so he doesn't like much PDA. No matter who you're hanging out with he keeps the affection to a minimum, but he always makes sure everyone knows you're his partner. A hand on the thigh is his go to, if you're sitting in a booth or on a couch his arm may find its way over your shoulders.

When the two of you get a moment alone, falling behind in the group, turning a corner, whatever it may be. You find the time to give him little pecks on the cheek, mouth, forehead, etc. David will lightly grab your arm & give you a little smile, before his hand drops down to yours & the two of you continue walking.

David is a talker, he can get anything he wants with his words & control any situation. The only time he starts to stumble is when you show him affection.

One time he was trying to intimidate a guy who flirted with you at the bar. You came up behind him & ran your hands across the expanse of his chest before pulling him into a hug. He actually began stuttering a little. This is something you would tease him about for a long time.

Behind Closed Doors

David is all over you, his hands never leaving your body in any situation. As soon as you step past the door way, sometimes even before that, David is kissing all over you.

David didn't get much sleep before meeting you. He doesn't really need it, but it was also because of a little fixation of his. He can't fall asleep without holding something. Sometimes pillows work, but he'd get teased for cuddling a pillow in his sleep in the army. So he stopped for a long time, getting as little sleep as he could.

The first night he spent at your house, he let you know he probably wouldn't sleep much & you were fine with that. But once you got tired, you curled up in his side & draped your arm over his chest. With one big yawn, you nestled your head into his shoulder, murmuring how much you care about him as you drifted off. David wrapped his arms around you to provide you comfort while you try to sleep. He smiled down at you as you slept, slowly feeling his eyelids grow heavy. He then got the most peaceful sleep he'd ever had.

When you wake up he has you trapped in an iron grasp, it's not hurting you in the slightest but there's no way out. You simply have to wait for this big teddy bear to wake up.

He likes to cook with you, happy to cook for you if you need to relax. But he really enjoys both of you being in the kitchen together. He especially likes to come up behind you while you're preparing the food, holding your hips & kissing down your face & neck.

A/N: If you'd like more please request! I'll do my best!

[that-one-gay-aew-enthusiast]

𝚁𝚎𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 - 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚜 "𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚛" 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚢

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Warnings: None Word count: 1.4k Genre: fluff Summary: After being seperated for 10 years, a certain lizard brings you and trapper back together, leading to quite the reunion Pairings: kaiju trainer!reader x kaiju vet!trapper A/n: In this story the reader is someone who works in hollow earth to maintain the kaijus and ensure they all "play nice" ,it sounds weird, but just go with it pls ( Also decided to start my dan fics with Trapper since I think there is practically no apprication of him on here so here we are)

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For 5 years now, you had been working down in beautiful hollow earth. After Dr. Andrews discovered that you were somehow able to tame any animal, including ones that are 100 ft tall, she hired you immediately. You grew a close bond with a lot of the animals in hollow earth, but your favourites had always been kong and godzilla. After coming together and being rid of skar king, the two became like playful children. They often play fought with each other, never intentionally hurting each other ,but accidents did occasionally happen of course. Normally you would have a vet called Jack come down to tend to them. However, after discovering he wasn't giving the kaijus the right treatment, Illene fired him.

It had been 7 months since jack got fired ,none of the animals had sustained injury thankfully, that was until kong and godzilla were playing, and kong managed to puncture zilla's arm with his reinforced tooth. You reported the injury uo to the lab on the surface, and were ensured the vet would be sent down as soon as possible. You still hadn't met, or even been told anything about this newly hired vet, all you knew was that he had been the one that fitted kongs tooth. For whatever reason, Illene always insisted that "You wouldn't know him." You left it at that and accpeted you would just meet him when the time arrived.

You were sat on a ledge with the large lizard sat in front of you whimpering and growling occasionally. You rubbed the top of his head. "It's gonna be alright buddy, Im sure this vet will be just lovely." You smiled as he looked up at you and gave a dismissive huff. You chuckled, before watching a yellow air craft fly round the corner and land behind you on the ledge. You patted zilla's head and got up, jogging over to the door waiting for it to open. Once it did, you watch Illene and Jia step out, followed by a man in a green flying suit and sunglasses. Jia hugged you as you stared at the man, there was something about him, you could of sworn you knew this man.

"Y/n? y/n are you ok?" You broke out of your trance, stopped staring at the man before turning to Illene who was now looking at you concerned. "Yes yes, I'm fine Dr Andrews." She nodded still looking slightly concerned as you looked at the ground. "Right then, where's this big lizard." He had an austrailian accent, another thing you reconised. You led the man over to where godzilla was sat, and let him start working as you sat with Illene and Jia. "Dr Andrews I swear I reconise him, what's his name?" Illene watched him work. "He's called Travis Beasley." You froze. "W-what did you just say?" Illene showed you his work profile."Travis Beasly, he's certainly an odd one, you wouldn't believe how much he changed from high school." Oh but you would.

*Flashback*

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Trapper was being sent to another university. You had known Trapper since the two of you were 5 years old. The both of you had just confessed deeper feelings for each other. But now you being forced apart because his father was directing him into a new career path. You sunk to your knees, feeling tears fill your eyes. "N-no you can't leave Trapper, I love you, I might never see you again, I can't live with that, I can't!" He came down to your level, his eyes as wet as yours. "I know sweetheart I know It's not fair, but I don't have a choice." He pulled you into his chest, rubbing your back ,trying to not get any more emotional. You cried into his chest before he pulled you back gently and planted his lips on yours. You tangled your fingers into his chocolate brown hair, holding his face against ,not wanting the kiss to end, you knew what happened when it did.

*End of Flashback*

Trapper had about finished on godzilla for the moment and walked back over. "Well providing he doesn't get into any more biting matches with kong, he should be fine." Trapper removed his glasses to clean them and looked up, seeing you stood up now, tears brimming your eyes with the setting sun framing you. He tilted his head slightly confused, before your broken voice spoke. "Trapper?" His face quickly melt from one of confusion to one of captivation. Slowly he walked towards you, taking in your details as you did the same to him. Only one person in the world had that nickname for him. As the two of you came to be inches apart, you looked into his eyes. "I-i thought I'd never see you again trapper-" Before you could even finish your sentence, Trapper held your face between his hands and kissed you deeply.

You didn't hesitate to kiss back, as the both of you slowly sank to your knees, never breaking the kiss. Your hands found their way into his dirty blonde waves as tears spilled from both yours and his eyes. Eventually you pulled out of the kiss for a breath, smiling through the tears as Trapper pushed your hair out of your face. "I can't believe it's really you sweetheart, you look so different." You gave a small broken chuckle as you sniffled back tears. It was true, both of you looked practically unreconisable to each other. You had gone from a quiet nerdy girl that wore 2 buns, to keep her curly blonde hair out of the way, to a woman with tattoos, black and purple hair and glasses. Trapper however had gone from a short ,skinny boy with ratty brown hair, to a tall, muscular man with his sandy blonde waves. His personality hadn't changed of course, he had always been the loveable ,music-loving and laid back australian you'd always known.

Illene informed you both that she was taking Jia back up to the surface. You nodded ensuring Trapper could stay in your home in hollow earth for a while. You both watched as the air craft flew away, before slowly starting to make your way through the trees, to your penthouse type home. All whilst chatting to each other and catching up on your differing paths, after being seperated. Once you got home, You offered Trapper a coffee. He nodded sitting down and you made his coffee, remembering every little detal his had for coffee.

You sat down with him and set the drink down. "I just can't believe it's actually you." He smiled pulling you onto his lap and resting his forehead agaisnt yours. "Then it's a good thing I'm here to make you believe isn't it sweetheart." You held back tears and kissed him again. The kiss was full of passion, not in a sexy way, more in an extreme display of affection way. Trapper held your sides, gently squeezing them. You pulled back. "How about you sleep here tonight, I must say, the views from the bedroom are a sight to behold." He grinned at you and stood up, throwing you over his shoulder. You giggled as he headed to the open bedroom door and placed you down on the bed, before taking a seat behind you, shoes off of course.

Trapper wrapped his arms round you and rested his chin on your shoulder. "Y/n?" You hummed in reposnse, watching the sun settting over hollow earth through the glass doors at the other end of the bedroom. "Can I stay here with you permenantly?" You turned and looked at him. "Trapper being down here is a full time gig y'know? Not to mention sometimes dangerous, I couldn't forgive myself if something happend to you." He smiled holding your face. "And I couldnt forgive myself if we got seperated again sweetheart. Besides if you can be down here all by yourself, Im sure I'll be able to live down here with you." You gave him a sweet smile, before smacking his chest playfully. "You dork!" He chuckled holding you. "You mean, Your dork?" You giggled as the two of you layed down to cuddle, the sun setting fully over hollow earth for the day.

[tangerinesgirl]

can i request some hcs for what kind of underwear the dan characters wear

oooh I liked this one! I just did the Kinktober men but would love to hear inboxes or replies for other Dan peeps!

Warnings: smut, 18+, GN!Reader

König

König prioritises comfort and warmth over style. His underwear of choice would be long johns, especially thermal ones for the winter. When reader first finds out he wears these, they giggle realising he's showing his age, but you find it quite sexy as it meant you're dating an older and mature man. bonus points if reader has a (legal) age gap.

Frank

I can absolutely see him as a boxer briefs person, stylish and cool. Post vampirism, I can see him going fully commando for that maximum power trip. Especially when reader and him are on a mission or a date, he loves seeing your reaction when you find out. After all, it's easier access to get to you to release his frustrations after a particular tasking mission.

Alexander Lemtov

Extra and sexy, Lemtov is definitely a thong or bikini brief. He wants to look and feel hot at all times. Does not care for comfort, only cares for how his dick looks, but still needs that bit of support when performing so his "large cock doesn't spill out" (his words not mine). With his tight pants he wears on stage, he needs some short underwear so no lines are visible through them. He also likes wearing them to impress you, of course, even if he is quite vein and wears them for himself first and foremost.

Trapper

Trapper has some very cool patterned boxers. He has a bit of a collection, you borrowed a few occasionally, wearing them around the house with a long shirt. He found it super attractive. Your personal favourite ones were these neon bright flowers, pink yellow and blue on a black background. Reminiscent of the hawaiian shirts he would wear.

David Haller

Bog standard boxers, he doesn't think much about his underwear. He doesn't see the point of having fancy ones, they just come off during sex anyways. It's also not like reader pays attention to them, David is too busy making you think about other things, like how many times you'll cum without him touching you.

Matthew Crawley

I feel like he keeps up with the latest fashion while at Downton, thanks to the servants when he reluctantly agrees for them to dress him. He starts out wearing the all in one underwear union suit, then is quick to try the snug briefs. Even though the suit really exentuates his curves and he pulls it off marvellously, reader prefers the briefs as they could touch his chest more. Unfortunately, boxers weren't popular until the late 20s. So...RIP Matthew, you would have loved boxers.

David Collins

Absolutely a boxer briefs man, comfy and sexy. Calvin Klein waistband peaking out the top of his jeans to make people go crazy, making them easier to manipulate to get what he wants. Sorry reader, that includes you. He's not opposed to objectifying himself if that means being closer to his mission goal.

[female-hysterics]

Adding some Dan Stevens characters because I've remembered how obsessed with him I was 😌👌

If you have any character suggestions for me to write about please let me know!

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A/B/O Prompt List

Maximum of three (3) prompts per request please. Any more and it just becomes too much to write

“Why are you resisting your nature?”

“Do you think you can take my Knot?”

“I can smell it. You’re in heat.”

“Look at your neck. Look at the marks I left. You are mine.”

“Fucking knot me already!”

“I-I can’t stay when you’re… like this…” (in Rut)

“Your smell is… intoxicating.”

“If you don’t want me to breed you, lock yourself in the bedroom.”

“Resisting your nature is only going to make it worse.”

“Fuck! You stink of beta pheromones. You could have gone more subtle.”

“You’re too weak to make a nest.”

“I can’t help it that you smell so good.”

“I thought you were on suppressants?”

“Do you think you’re pregnant yet?”

“I don’t need you. I can do this alone.”

“It’s been a while since I’ve fucked an Omega in heat. Forgot how needy they can be.”

“You’re my Omega, and mine alone.”

“As an Alpha, I have the right to claim you, the Omega, and you know that, don’t you?”

“Y'know, I am an Alpha, I could help you with your heat, if you want me too…”

“Be a good Omega and bend over.”

“Do you really think this thing will keep other Alphas off of me?” (ex. a collar)

“I got into some trouble today. I sort of punched an Alpha in the face when he touched me. Long story short, there’s a couple of officers at the door who would like to talk to you about getting control of your Omega.”

“I don’t want an Alpha.” “You covering me in your scent says otherwise.”

“This is not a place for an Omega to be this late at night.”

Omega goes to an Alpha and clings on them to get away from another creepy Alpha/Beta.

Alpha goes into rut and the closest Omega comes to save them before they cause any damage.

“My ex-boyfriend is here, please scent me before he tries to do something.”

“I want to nest, but it’s laundry day and I can’t find any supplies.”

“Did you know that it’s very intimate to offer an Omega your pillow/sweater for nesting?” “…No I did not…”

[hesawifebeaterdanusethegun]

Being with Travis "Trapper" Beasley Part 1: You Ain't Seen Nothing Yet

You'd spent the morning and afternoon preparing for the descent, the constant classic rock soundtrack that followed Trapper everywhere he went accompanying you. Now that the sun was beginning to set, it was just about time to leave.

You'd been hired by the Monarch Hollow Earth Research Division about three months ago, spending nearly every waking hour since preparing for the job, learning how to use the equipment, how to fly the HEAV, and teaching yourself everything you could about what to expect down there.

And now it was finally happening, you were about to go to Hollow Earth. You were a bit nervous. Strike that, you were terrified. You took a deep breath, letting it out slowly before climbing into the HEAV with the rest of your team, taking your seat and fastening your seatbelt. Trapper took the seat next to you. Wearing his usual t-shirt/Hawaiian shirt combo, along with grey-green cargo pants and black boots, he looked completely relaxed.

Trapper had been with you since your hiring, helping to train you over the last few months. And now you were headed to Hollow Earth together to complete your research. Your specialty was infectious disease, and you'd been tasked with the study of any possible threats from Hollow Earth to the surface world. This included diseases of animals and plants, not just humans. Trapper was there to assist you with your work, particularly the portion to do with the fauna of Hollow Earth.

"You alright?" he asked as he took the seat to your left.

You took another deep breath and let it out, nodding. "'M Okay," you mumbled before taking another breath, trying to keep yourself calm.

"Hey, hey," he said softly. He'd noticed you weren't yourself all morning, barely eating or talking to anyone, even him. "You're okay. Keep breathing," he told you, taking your hand in his and giving it a small squeeze.

You nodded again, quickly glancing down at your hand in his larger one. You squeezed back and gave him a small, forced smile.

"There's my girl," he said proudly, still holding your hand. Now you were nervous for a brand new reason, thanks for that, Trapper. Shows of affection or familiarity often made you embarrassed, ashamed even, as if you'd done something wrong by somehow falsely convincing someone else you deserved their positive attention. Nothing gives you hang-ups quite like a religious upbringing, you thought to yourself.

The HEAV powered up, lifting you well above the level of the portal to Hollow Earth. You gripped Trapper's hand tightly, trying not to hyperventilate, your earlier thoughts forgotten. Theoretically you knew this machine inside and out, and could fly it in an emergency if needed while you were down there, but you'd never actually taken one through the portal, all you knew were the simulations.

Of course you had an idea of what to expect, the feeling of weightlessness, then feeling as if you were on the most intense and poorly built roller coaster ever built. You closed your eyes as Trapper pressed play on the small Bluetooth speaker he brought nearly everywhere. You Ain't Seen Nothing Yet by Bachman-Turner Overdrive began to play as the HEAV began it's descent into the portal, and Hollow Earth. Trapper kept your hand in his.

Part Two

[female-hysterics]

Something - something Travis "Trapper" Beasley x Fem!Reader something - something Hollow Earth something - something sex pollen...

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OMGOMGOMG… i saw your dan stevens character x reader post and i’m literally the happiest person alive over how accurate they are 😭😭💖💖 if you don’t mind me requesting (holding back sending so many requests in the future): how would frank/trapper/david react to a partner with stuffed animals/plushies? (as somebody who has a bunch of sanrio ones and kinda gets clowned on by some family members for it 😭) 🥺 + maybe what stuffed animals they’d give to their partner as a gift? THIS ONES SO SPECIFIC BUT 😭💖

A/N: I'm so incredibly glad someone enjoyed my headcanons that much. Also, please send me a million requests it would make me so happy (no pressure). Also Also, I loved reading your reaction through hashtags in your reblog lol

Pairing(s): Travis "Trapper" Beasley x GN!Reader, Adam "Frank" Barnett x GN!Reader (Separate), David Collins x GN!Reader (Separate)

Contains: The boys reacting to the reader having stuffed animals, the boys giving you stuffed animals, sex mentioned with Frank but barely, Frank being a dork, Trapper being a sweetheart, David being a good listener

Frank:

I have a feeling Frank might be a little weirded out, for lack of a better word, at first, especially if there are a lot of them. If you've got a couple he'll be fine with it but if there's a bunch he'll just be a little confused as to why they're important at first. Like this man can't grasp why you have an attachment to them.

As you spend more time together he'll pretty easily get used to them. If they have names he will only refer to them by name, he won't call them stuffed animals, plushies, stuffies, etc. He becomes like the dad that didn't want a pet, then cut to the dad absolutely loving the pet but never admitting it.

Like you two go to sit on the couch together to watch a movie & you left a stuffie on the couch & he fully treats it like a human. Like he nods at the little guy & goes "Gerald," in greeting before scooting the plushie to the side of the couch.

If you store a bunch of them on your bed, he definitely refers to them as "the fellas" regardless of their genders if they have any. Like he'll climb into your bed getting ready to cuddle you & acknowledges them saying, "What's up fellas?" Mainly because it makes you laugh.

He definitely does not like them facing you two when you're having sex or making out. He will turn them to face the wall one by one if he has to.

After finding out that you like plushies so much I think Frank would be the kind of guy to buy you one before he goes on long heists. He did it once & that made you smile so he kept doing it. The first time he brought you a little one, a white cat with yellow spots.

"You know, I'll be on a business trip the next couple days & I thought this one looked like me so I thought it would be a good idea. Now you don't have to miss me or whatever."

You definitely agreed that it looked like him. The little cat had a scowl & everything.

Trapper:

Trapper probably has an old stuffed animal from his childhood that's being held together by many different stitches & still sits on his bed to this day. So when you tell him you have stuffed animals he's not even phased, actually, he shows interest in them.

He wants to know their names, & if they don't have names he wants to name them.

There was a time when you & Trapper had gotten into an argument & he gave you some time to cool down & he stayed in the bedroom. The door was left ajar & you heard some quiet talking. After getting the right angle you manage to catch the man talking to your pile of stuffed animals that lived in the corner of the bed about how sorry he was & how he didn't mean to upset you.

As you watch your hand accidentally knocks the door a little causing it to squeak on its hinges. Trapper immediately turns to you, his face flushing when he realizes you were there. "I'm sorry, your stuffed animals are just really good listeners."

If any of your stuffies get ripped or you find a hole in one you better believe he goes full vet mode. He's had to do stitches before so sewing is nothing. He will play hard into the vet thing to make you laugh, especially if your stuffed animal getting ripped is a big deal for you. He'll whip out a stethoscope, wrap the limb that got ripped in some paw print bandages, etc. He also loves any praise about him being good at his job so please give him some.

I feel like Trapper's stuffie gifts would come with a story. Like the day he took out King Kong's tooth he probably got you a King Kong stuffie & told you all about it. Now next to whatever stuffed animals you have you have all the titans of the world (at least the ones he's worked on) in plushie form.

David:

David, like Frank, will probably have a little bit of a tough time gathering what makes them so special to you but he would probably just straight up ask you. David loves listening to you talk about just about anything, especially when it's something you care about. So when you tell them why they mean so much to you, it only brings him joy.

I imagine before you were even partners & he was heading off to the army (He would not have left if he had the guts to ask you out), you gave him a small stuffed animal to remember you by. As he was getting ready to go & everyone got a little teary-eyed, he swore to you that he would keep that little stuffie until he saw you again. That little guy survived a war & when David returned, you best bet that little guy was alive & well in his backpack. He stays with him in that big ass green backpack to this day.

Whenever you're away on business or don't get home till late, you'll arrive home to see David cuddling one of your stuffies to help him sleep. He claims it has the slightest smell of your perfume/cologne/etc & it reminds him of you.

If the collection grows past space on your bed for all the stuffies, David will build you a shelf for them. You won't even ask him to. He'll just see that you have space in your room for a shelf, you'll off-handedly mention you're running out of space on your bed for the stuffies, then he'll put two & two together & build you that thing. An added bonus, he'll probably be in a tank top or some shirt that shows off his arms on the hot summer day he decides to build it. Maybe even shirtless.

I feel like David wouldn't get you any specific stuffed animals. He would just wait for you to mention the ones you want, literally run across town to get it for you, then run back & it appears in your flock of stuffed animals the next day.

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Spicy Prompt List

Maximum of three (3) prompts per request please. Any more and it just becomes too much to write

(Endearments will be changed depending on the character)

“This is a one-time thing.” “That’s what you said last time, sweetheart.”

“Don’t talk, just spread your legs"

“I could watch you ride me all day

“Home is too far away. No one’s going to see us here.”

“I want to see those pretty little lips wrapped around my cock.”

“On your knees. Right now. "

“Ready for another round, baby?”

“Someone’s happy to see me.”

“They’re all distracted. They’re not even going to notice.”

"Who cares if everyone’s watching?”

“You’re so cute when you’re all needy.”

“You take me so well, don’t you?”

“If you keep making those sounds, I’m not going to be able to stop myself.”

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

“Why don’t you go put on something pretty for me?”

“Pushing back against my fingers already? You must be desperate.”

“I love the sounds you make when you come undone.”

“Did I say you could stop?”

“I need you. Now.”

“I love your expressions when I’m inside you.”

“You look so good on your knees like that.”

“Are you going to be good from now on?”

“These walls are pretty thick, which means you and I can be as loud as we want.”

“Come sit on my lap and let me show you how much I missed you.”

“Come here, baby, let me take care of you.”

"I’m gonna fuck you in front of the mirror, I want you to see how pretty you look when you’re spreading your legs for me.”

“Shh, don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you.”

“Yeah, that’s it, baby, just like that.”

“Aww, poor baby, you want me to take care of it for you?”

“Let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules.”

“Aww, is my sweetheart getting shy?”

“Come on, take it all like a good little pet.”

“It’s okay, honey, you can pull my hair as hard as you want while I’m between your legs.”

"Come here then, you can sit on my cock until I’m done working."

"I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that."

“You’re so beautiful, chained up like that on my bed. I think I might just fuck you like this.”

“Really? You wanna have sex….here? Now?”

“I don’t have the patience to remove your clothes right now”

“Slow down, sweetheart, I’m not going anywhere.”

“You can take it, you have before.”

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Masterlist

Travis "Trapper" Beasley

Herr Köing

Adam Barrett/Frank

1

Prince Adam/The Beast

Sir Lancelot

David Collins

Aemond Targaryen

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7

Dan Stevens Group Reference

1

Steven Grant

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10- 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15

Marc Spector

1 - 2

Jake Lockley

1 - 2

Moonboys

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9

Poe Dameron

1 - 2 - 3

Cecil Dennis

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 -16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20

Jonathan Levy

1 - 2 - 3 - 4

Jonathan Levy/Reader/Mira Phillips

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5

Duke Leto Atreides

1 - 2

Santiago "Pope" Garcia

1

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Yandere Prompts

Maximum of three (3) prompts per request please. Any more and it just becomes too much to write

“So fucking good for me. So perfect…and all mine.”

“If you’re smart, you’re going to stop struggling and kiss me back right now”

“Be good for me, sweetheart. We wouldn’t want to see those tears again.”

“When you agreed to be mine, you gave me the right to do whatever I wanted with you.”

“Red is the perfect color on your skin.”

“You look the best when you’re at my mercy.”

“Despite what you think, I only like when you cry when there’s pleasure involved.”

“Do I have to lock you inside for you to get the hint? You’re mine. And what’s mine doesn’t get to leave.”

“You say you’re begging for forgiveness here, but if you were begging…you would be on your knees.”

“Don’t you dare fucking try it. You know you can’t outrun me.”

“Just tell me you love me—even if you don’t, I don’t care. I just need to hear you say it.”

“This is your last warning, sweetheart. Either you’re obedient, or I’ll make you obedient”

“You’ve been so good lately. Don’t make me have to punish you…”

“You’re mine, do you understand? You belong to me.”

“You’re so beautiful when you’re struggling.”

“Just give into me, sweetheart. We both know you want too.”

“You know you’re mine, don’t you?”

“Do you really think you can get away from me?”

“You’ll be safe as long as you stay with me.”

“You’re the only person I’d make an exception for. Count yourself lucky.”

“Be a good girl and spread your legs.”

“Tell me you love me as I fuck you.”

“Sorry for the restraints. Are they hurting you? I can take them off if only you don’t try to run away again.”

“Hearing you say that makes me want to fuck you so badly.”

“I hope you understand how far I’m willing to go for you—how many rules I’m willing to break for you.”

“You’re mine. You know that right?”

“Sure, I’ll let you run away, but if I catch you…then it’s fair game for me to do what I want.”

“Are you so desperate for human contact you’ll come to me? Good, that was the whole point.”

“You look so beautiful like this…covered in all of my marks.”

“Shh, don’t cry. You’re safe with me.”

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Jealous Dan Stevens' Characters Headcanons

A/N: A little more for Herr König than the rest bc I'm excited. But yeah, I'm kinda back. Sorry, I've been so busy. Also, tell me if I can give Herr König a name! It would make it easier for me to write.

Pairing(s): Travis "Trapper" Beasley x GN!Reader, Adam "Frank" Barnett x GN!Reader (Separate), David Collins x GN!Reader (Separate), Herr König x Reader (Separate)

Contains: Mentions of unwanted advances, jealousy (obviously), mentions of guns, Confident Frank, Nervous Trapper, David being... crazy, MY FIRST TIME WRITING HERR König

Frank

Frank is definitely the jealous type. He craves power & he wants you to be his & only his. You're very important to him & he doesn't know what he'd do if he lost you. Especially if someone stole you away from him.

He is also the kind of guy to play off his jealousy, or better yet, pretend he isn't jealous. He'll give you a smirk or a scoff & simply state, "Me, jealous? Look at me, Y/N!"

If someone is casually flirting or being nice, he doesn't worry too much. But he will watch. He trusts you, but he doesn't trust the person flirting with you. If they touch your arm or so much as compliment you, he's wincing & looking for alcohol. He doesn't want to control you.

If someone tries to make an unwanted advance he's right there in seconds. He's got you behind him, one hand on your arm & another ready to grab his gun. Frank likely towers over whoever is flirting with you. He sounds polite but everyone within earshot knows his true feelings. He wants to rip this person to shreds.

"Well, hello. I don't believe we've met, I'm their boyfriend."

"Now is that how we treat someone as lovely as this?"

If he feels the guy hitting you is particularly douchey he'll address himself as your husband, despite you guys not being married. It brings him great satisfaction to call himself that, your husband, & it usually gets the particularly annoying ones to back off.

Trapper

Trapper is a sweetheart. If he gets jealous it's going to be hard for him to tell you. You're just so perfect in his eyes, of course, every human on this planet can see it. He tends to get pretty quiet when he's jealous. Not because he wants you to notice his absence, but because he gets so nervous.

He likes to stay attached to you if he can. Even if you're turned away from him at the moment he likes to keep ahold of your hand. If you're facing the same way his arm will be around you in one way or another.

If you introduce him as your boyfriend he'll perk up. A wave of energy & excitement enters him & he gets all bubbly. He's safe, he knew he could trust you. He just gets anxious sometimes.

If someone gives you unwanted attention though, he's not afraid to assert himself. His fear with jealousy is upsetting you, or not being enough. But he's dealt with Titans, some random creepy guy is nothing.

He will mostly de-escalate & get you out of there, get you safe. But he is completely willing to fight for you.

David

David has a short temper with jealousy, but he is very methodical. He won't get mad at you but he may get short with you, which is very noticeable.

Simple no's or yes'... mostly no's to any of your questions. The reason he's short is simple. His hand is in his pocket, clutching his flip knife with an iron grip, vividly daydreaming of the things he could be doing with the flirt that stood opposite you.

Once you notice all you have to do is redirect your attention to him & things will lighten up. He will still be staring daggers, or flip knives, into your admirer.

David has some sort of toxic masculinity bullshit that is usually under control, but if he feels like he's competing with a man for your attention he might start acting more animalistic. Puffing up his chest, showing off his skills, showing that he is the better man.

But again, once he feels safe in your love, he's back to his normal still kinda crazy self. A simple hand on his cheek & a soft kiss is all he needs to wrap right back around your finger, his attention solely on you.

Herr König (Opinions on me giving him a first name? I kinda want to)

Herr König tries to eliminate all jealousy possible. You live together in his villa & spend most of your time at the resort. But he does like to treat you to dinners or show you around the nearby towns. It brings him joy to show off his amazing partner from time to time.

One thing he especially likes to do is take you dancing, it's a hobby of his. Occasionally you'll even take lessons together. He recognized immediately that the star "student" in the class was attractive. He also noticed them taking glances at you, sparking up conversations about your day to day life, but never acknowledging your quiet German partner.

That's all anyone really knew about Herr König, because he really only spoke to you... in German. He didn't feel that he needed to speak to anyone else, especially your not-so-secret admirer. It felt like a subtle way to show his disdain for the dancer.

There's a time in the class when you swap partners but Herr König would just pretend he couldn't understand your admirer when they asked for your hand to dance. "Es tut mir leid. Sie sind verheiratet. (Roughly: "I'm sorry, they are married.")

Much to Herr König's chagrin, & he swears it was due to sabotage, in the middle of one of your lessons he slipped. He managed to catch himself, somehow, but it did not look smooth. You were worried when he acknowledged his pain but he tried to brush it off. Soon enough your teacher came up & suggested he sit off to the side & ice his foot. He only listened when you agreed that it was what he should do.

& sure enough, that star student saw his chance & swept you away. You had fun, you were smiling... as one does with friends. But your man was livid. He tried to stand but the pain grew to become unbearable. He began plotting to have this person disappear. He could use the cuckoos, yes, that would go nicely.

Your hand on his shoulder drew his attention upward. You gave him a quick peck before offering to help him up. You wanted to go home, dancing wasn't the same without your partner. His stomach filled with butterflies before accepting your invitation to an early exit.

[tangerinesgirl]

Kinktober 2024 - October 18th

Cockring or Plugs // Foot Fettish // Massaging

Travis 'Trapper' Beasley x Fem!Reader

Rating: 18+, explicit

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: vaginal sex, creampie (wrap it up folks)

Kinktober List || Masterlist || AO3

You collapse down into the sofa, exhausted after another day in Hollow Earth, wincing as you do so. Most of the time you've been hauling heavy equipment around, taking samples, changing gas cannisters, getting firewood... and it was taking its toll on your body.

Trapper leans against the doorway, finishing up his pasta dish you had prepared earlier for the two of you.

Naturally, being in close proximity for this long, you formed a relationship. Fortunately, you both got on like a house on fire from the start, sharing similar quirks like which way you hang the loo roll. Plus, Trapper was attractive, of course.

No one above the surface knew about your relationship, which excited you in a way. Honestly, you're surprised they let you and Trapper be assigned together and for so long. You promised you would stay professional, which you did at first. But it was rough, I mean how could you not fall for him? He's like a walking quirky Prince Charming.

"Rough day?", Trapper says in-between mouthfuls.

"Hrmph," is all you can manage to speak. Even your throat hurts. Your head lulls back from the sofa, rubbing your eyes.

Trapper walks over to the sofa and sits down on the cushion next to you, feeling the weight shift underneath you.

"You know... I'm a trained masseur", Trapper points his fork at you, before digging in for another bite.

You stop rubbing your eyes and sit up. The room spinning slightly from getting up too quickly.

"You're fucking with me", you narrow your eyes at him.

"Well, I mean I've never actually been a masseur exactly, but I have the qualifications", Trapper puts the plate down on the side table.

Oh shit, he is serious. You raise an eyebrow.

"Oh... is this gonna be one of those massages with a happy ending?", you tease.

"Only if you want it to be", he winks at you.

You push him playfully away from you as he laughs. There's a moment of pause. Trapper looks at you, sincerely this time, waiting for an answer.

"Okay then", you smile back.

"Great, maybe have a shower, unwind your muscles a bit, and I'll meet you back here?"

"Okay", you nod before leaving the room.

---

Fresh out of the shower, you tousle your hair dry, before wrapping the towel around your body.

As you enter the living room, you're greeted to relaxing music playing on the Alexa. Trapper has really made an effort. He has put the sofa down into a bed position and turned off the main light, putting on the small lamps and fairy lights that you rarely use.

"Ah, my last client of the day, please, make yourself comfortable face down on the...uh...table. You can use your towel to cover your modesty".

You smile at him before he turns around, giving you some space.

The room smells great, various vanilla candles lit, their light dancing off the walls. He's even put a sheet and a pillow down on the sofa so the buttons don't dig into you.

You let Trapper know that you're ready and he spins around.

"I'll work on your back first, safe to say this is the problem area?"

"Mmhmm", your voice is muffled into the sofa.

"Let me know if I go too deep, okay?"

You hum in acknowledgement as Trapper starts rubbing lotion into his hands.

"Oh, also pop this on."

He hands you a purple eye mask, fresh out of the fridge. You put the cold jelly onto your face, soothing your irritated eyes almost immediately.

You can feel Trapper's hands slowly start to massage deep into your back. His fingers kneeding, trying to unwind the tension.

"Oh, you really are tense."

He finds a particular knot and works at it, your body moving upwards with the force. You groan as he does so.

"I'm I going too deep?"

You're too zoned out to care at this point, honestly it feels like he's barely grazed you.

"Hrmph no...deeper."

Trapper doesn't have to be told twice, as he masaages the knot upwards, before working at your shoulders. His fingertips turn white digging deep into your muscles. You start to pick up the smell of lavender on Trapper's hands, massaging the lotion into you.

"Ah yeah right there", you melt into his grip as he hits a particularly sensitive spot.

"Yeah?"

"Mmhmm."

Your ministrations are a huge turn on for Trapper. His mind wandering everytime you moan when he hits a tense pressure point.

His hands travel back down your body as he uses his palms to tackle the sides of your body, down towards your lower back. His fingers ghosting above the towel line.

"Here?"

"Mmm", you mumble in agreement, giving him permission to go further downwards.

The towel slides onto the floor. Trapper's hands immediately caress your cheeks. His palms tracing the sides of your hips, pushing deep into the muscles, before trailing down to your thighs, slowly moving your legs apart.

There's a long moment of silence, you're imagining Trapper admiring the sight of you, still slightly damp from the shower, totally relaxed, like putty in his hands.

The sound of Trapper's belt hitting the floor snaps you back to reality, followed by the crumpling of his clothes.

His hand rests on the small of your back as the sofa dips down with his weight. You help him position into you by lifting your hips up slightly, allowing him in.

He grips the side of your hips before pushing his cock into you. He exhales, remaining inside you as his hands push down on your back, forcing your body to relax as his grip moves upwards, following the curve of your back.

"So tight", Trapper smiles to himself at the pun.

"Mmhmm", you're on Cloud Nine and can barely put any thoughts together.

He starts to slowly stretch into you, his cock filling you entirely, spreading your cheeks apart as he pulls out to almost the tip, before seating fully inside you. You feel every vein as he does so, cock twitching and hitting against your cervix.

"Yeah...right there", you pant out in-between moans.

As he remains inside you, Trapper's arms hook underneath your shoulders, cupping your shoulders. The feeling of his warm body pressed on top of yours is comforting to you. His head resting on the back of your neck, stubble prickling your skin as he nuzzles into you.

You wish you could see his hip action at this angle as Trapper thrusts inside you. Your imagination in overdrive, you try to grind with his rhythm, softly moaning. His breath tickles your neck as he exhales shakily.

"Fuck, Trapper...", your voice trails off, blissed out.

His fingers start to massage into your folds while his length stretches out your walls.

Your moans start to crescendo as you cum, gripping his cock as waves of pleasure roll over your body. Trapper's fingers dig into your shoulders as he cums too, deep inside you. His back arching as you feel him paint your walls, pulsing at the sensation. His face falls back down onto your back as he finishes his climax, his body weight collapsing on top of you.

You can feel his chest rapidly beating as he cuddles into you, his cock resting on your entrance, feeling his cum seep out of you. You both hum with pleasure.

"You know, I think that actually worked", you break the silence, taking off your eye mask.

Trapper lifts his head to look at you, "Yeah?"

"Yeah... I might need to schedule another appointment. I've been having some real trouble with my chest", you emphasise the sentence, eating the scenery with all your middle school drama ability.

"Oh, well in that case, I better pencil you in", Trapper smirks before kissing into your neck.