#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 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 2: Two Tickets To Paradise

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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]

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.

[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!

[female-hysterics]

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…”

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Being With Travis "Trapper" Beasley Part 6: Radar Love

Part 5: Under Pressure

Lost in thought, you didn’t answer him for a moment.

“I… think I’m okay, thanks,” you told him with a forced smile before going back to your reading.

“You don’t mind the music, do ya?” he asked. His small Bluetooth speaker sat next to his now empty coffee mug on the otherwise empty glass top coffee table. Radar Love by Golden Earring emanated from the speaker.

“I never mind the music, Trapper,” you answered, looking up from your e reader, this time with a genuine smile, which he returned. You loved Trapper’s love of music, particularly classic rock and pop, and you shared it, though you also had a special love of 90s alternative and pop rock that wasn’t quite Trapper’s area of expertise, though he would give you control of the speaker occasionally, a duty he considered sacred. You didn’t realize how special that gesture was for Trapper. Besides his job helping the megafauna here in Hollow Earth, music was everything to him. Whenever he suggested you choose the music the both of you would listen to as you worked, he was giving you something that he rarely gave anyone. He’d even found himself enjoying the music you chose, often listening to your 90s alternative playlist in private and, though he didn’t realize it, thinking of you.

You sighed and put down your e reader, taking off your glasses and pressing your fingers to the bridge of your nose before putting them back on.

“Can’t focus?” Trapper asked, knowing you could struggle in that department when you were stressed.

“No, I’ve read the same paragraph five times now and haven’t absorbed a word of it,” you answered, frustrated.

“I may have something that will help, or maybe make it worse, who knows?” said Trapper, pulling a bottle out from between the couch cushions and holding the whiskey overhead with a grin.

“You know me too well, Trapper,” you smiled. He’d brought your favorite. “But how did you get that down here?” you asked, both of you knowing that alcohol was strictly prohibited at the Outpost.

“I have my ways,” he told you with a wink, unscrewing the lid and taking a swig before handing it over to you. You went to the kitchen and fetched two glasses. No ice, but that would have to do. You poured the amber liquid into the cups, filling them about a third of the way and bringing them back to the living room, setting one in front of Trapper. You sat back and took a sip of your drink, one arm draped over the back of the couch you both sat on. It tasted like liquid campfire and warmed you from the inside out. You sighed contentedly and absently began to play with a loose thread on the top of the couch near the other end, where Trapper sat.

He threw his head back and downed the last of his drink in one mouthful, grimacing a little as the alcohol burned its way through his gut. He set the glass down on the table with a quiet clink and sat back on the couch, crossing his legs and looking over at you. He grinned crookedly, watching you play with the loose threads on the back of the couch right next to him and tapping your foot, a nervous habit he found kind of cute. Before he could think about it he reached up and took  your hand in his, pulling it down next to him and interlacing his fingers with yours.

You’re whole body grew warm, both the whiskey and Trapper’s touch serving to make you flushed and hot. You froze and looked at your hands joined together on the couch, downed the last of your drink and slid across the couch slowly until you were sitting next to Trapper. Before you lost your nerve you kissed him once, quickly but softly, pulling back immediately and looking into his blue eyes, asking permission to kiss him again.

He leaned forward and kissed you back in answer, swiping his tongue over your lower lip, asking for access to deepen the kiss, which you gave too willingly. He leaned into the kiss, gently laying you down on the couch and bending over you, supporting his weight on his elbows. He smiled into the kiss before breaking it and looking into your eyes.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asked hopefully.

You nodded, grabbing the collar of his Hawaiian shirt and pulling him into another deep kiss.

“Alright then,” he said with a chuckle into your lips. You laughed softly back before giving him a peck on the lips. His beard scratched at your lips and chin but you relished the feeling of his skin against yours. You could still taste the flavor of the whiskey on his tongue and lips when he kissed you, smokey and slightly sweet.

“And what about you, do you want this?” you asked him in a whisper, sitting up on your elbows and raising an eyebrow.

“I’ve wanted this more than you would believe,” he answered more earnestly than you’d expected. He reached up and ran a thumb along your cheek as he kissed you gently. The way he looked at you made your cheeks redden and your breathing quicken. You were almost embarrassed by how much you let Trapper affect you but you swallowed that feeling and tried to focus on what was happening right now.

And then someone knocked on the door. You and Trapper both looked at the door and back to each other.

“I guess we’d better get that,” Trapper sighed and got up, giving you his hand to help you up from the couch as well. You walked across the room to the door of your cabin and swung it open, revealing George and Tommy, the former carrying a garbage bag with something heavy inside.

“Doc, we need you to look at something,” Tommy said, holding up the black trash bag hanging from his left hand. Something green dripped from its corner and landed in the dirt next to him.

“Well let’s see it then,” you answered, a little out of sorts and still processing the events of the last 24 hours. Tommy put the bag on the ground and donned a pair of rubber cleaning gloves before pulling out the second example of one of the creatures you’d discovered in your late colleague’s intestines. This one, however, was quite dead, it looked like the result of a gunshot, though you hadn’t heard anything, you’d been a bit… distracted the last half hour or so.

“Where did you find this?”

“About a half mile outside the paddock, inside some kind of dead mammal. I came across it when I was taking a walk to clear my head after everything that happened with Dennis and while I was looking at it this thing came wriggling out of its mouth. I shot it and brought it to you, but if you want to have a look at the carcass I’d hurry up before something decides to make it its dinner,” Tommy explained.

“You wanna go for a lovely night hike into the dangerous jungle?” you asked Trapper. You’d rushed to lace up your boots while Tommy was talking.

“Well of course I do,” he answered, grabbing his boots while you headed to your room for your med tool kit. You returned a moment later, bag in hand, a flashlight in your mouth and another in your other hand. You handed one to Trapper and pulled yours from your mouth.

“Great, let’s go,” you led the way out the door, following Tommy and George as you all wound through the buildings making up Outpost 1. As you walked into the jungle on the small game trail that wound its way through the trees, Trapper took your free hand, lacing his fingers with yours. He raised an eyebrow, smiling at you and giving your hand a squeeze.

Tommy and George both turned their heads the second Trapper took your hand, Tommy with a grin and George with a bit of a scowl as he handed Tommy a twenty.

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Being With Travis "Trapper" Beasley Part 5: Under Pressure

Part 4: Cold As Ice

You didn’t want to contaminate more than one area of the paddock so decided to do a makeshift autopsy as quickly as possible in Cabin 2, and then close off the premises until it could be properly cleaned, though you suspected that wouldn’t be necessary if your hypothesis proved correct. You placed the scalpel halfway between the belly button and groin and cut deeply up to the center of the chest. Upon searching you found what was left of the stomach, it had been ruptured in several places by the teeth of the beast. Upon full inspection of the internal organs you found no evidence of any type of infection remaining within the body, and so you sewed up the body, you and Trapper (who hadn’t left your side) helping George and Tommy load the body into the body bag they had brought earlier.

Tommy and George lifted the body bag, one at the head and one at the feet, and carried it to the landing pad, loading it into the back of the HEAV while you and Trapper finally retired to your cabin. The others were flying home tomorrow, you and Trapper still had to carry out your duties here at Outpost 1. Trapper walked behind you as you slowly made your way to your cabin’s door. You unlocked the door and held it for him before entering yourself, taking off your boots at the door and leaving them just inside. Trapper sat down on the couch and unlaced his boots as well, placing them next to yours on the floor a bit inside the doorway.

You sat down on the couch and ran a hand through your hair, blowing your breath out loudly and resting your head in your hands. The day had finally caught up with you and you could feel the floodgates lifting. You always lost it a little at the death of a patient, and this was no exception. You wept into your hands quietly, foolishly hoping Trapper would head to his room without noticing. You felt his weight come down on the couch cushion next to you seconds before you felt his arms wrap around you and pull you into a crushing hug. You wept into his shoulder for a few minutes, him shushing you softly and rubbing your back, before regaining control of yourself for the time being. You sat up, wiping your eyes.

“I didn’t know the guy, but it still hurts,” you told him. “I thought he would be okay.”

“I know,” he told you, pulling you into another hug, this time he didn’t let go until you asked him to.

“I’m okay, Trapper, really,” you told him, pushing on his chest and sitting up. His arms slid down from around your back to the couch. “I think I’m just going to go to bed.”

You bent down and kissed him gently on the cheek.

“Thank you,” you whispered into his ear.

He grinned crookedly.

“Anytime,” he whispered back, his voice hoarse.

You let yourself into your room, stripping down to just your underwear and socks, slipping your bra off and changing into your normal sleep attire, a t shirt and sweatpants, before laying on your back on the bed, wondering what the fuck made you do what you just did. You were asleep before you could think of it too long. You woke up once and vaguely heard Trapper’s steps stop outside your bedroom door for a moment before you heard his own door open and close as you slipped back to sleep.

Trapper sat outside your bedroom door about a half hour after you’d retired to your room, fist poised to knock on your door. He stayed there for a few moments before deciding he didn’t know what he’d say to you even if he had the courage to knock and moved to his own bedroom door, retiring for the night. He lay awake for about an hour before he fell into a restless sleep, for the first time unable to get thoughts of you out of his head.

The next morning you woke around 0500 hours, making yourself a cup of coffee before getting dressed and starting the day. You expected Trapper to roll out of bed just in time for the HEAV’s liftoff, taking the previous research team back to the surface at 0600 hours and so made him a cup in his travel mug like you usually did, leaving it on the counter for him when he woke up.

Right on time you heard his door open and Trapper appeared around the corner, bleary-eyed but dressed in his usual Hawaiian shirt and cargo pants (the two of you essentially dressed the same apart from Trapper’s fondness for brightly colored Hawaiian shirts, something some of your colleagues found very amusing for some reason). He headed to the kitchen and grabbed his travel mug before turning and putting on his sunglasses.

“Shall we?” he asked, gesturing to the door, more himself than he was last night. You both donned your boots and exited the cabin into the simulated daylight of Hollow Earth. You’d blocked out the light while you slept, but it was still jarring to see everything so bright at all hours outside. You supposed you’d get used to it just in time to end your residency here and go back to the surface, you thought jadedly. You wound your way around the various buildings making up Outpost 1, heading for the landing pad where the HEAV was set to take off any minute. Before you’d finished up your makeshift autopsy last night, you’d made sure to save the body of the creature that Trapper had killed in a specimen bag to go topside in the HEAV this morning along with the surviving members of the previous crew.

They had at least 3 months, the length of their stay in Hollow Earth, to look forward to spending in quarantine before they were allowed to go home, just to make sure that none of them carried whatever had killed Dennis. You hoped they were uninfected and remained that way. You shivered a little thinking of the night before, all that blood…

Trapper laid his hand on your shoulder because of course he noticed you shudder and wanted to make sure you were okay without trying to speak over the sound of the HEAV taking off. You nodded to him to signal you were fine and he dropped his hand, somewhat unwillingly while giving you a strange look. You assumed it had to do with last night. You still hadn’t taken the time to unpack what that meant and why you’d even done it, but you supposed you weren’t the only one ruminating on it. You could worry about it later, after bidding the HEAV farewell. You still had a day or two (if you could even split time into days down here) of freedom to acclimate to life down here before you and Trapper had to get to work with your assessments. You headed back to your cabin and decided to do some reading with your spare time, moving to your room to grab your e-reader before joining Trapper in the living room, where he still nursed his coffee.

You curled up on the right side of the couch, leaning on the armrest and settling in to read. Trapper sat at the other end of the couch, still sipping his coffee. He looked up and smiled when you came into the room.

“Well hello there, Doc,” he said. He coughed and cleared his throat. “How are you feeling?” You understood what he meant by his question. Now that the ship had left, you were here essentially on your own with no way to make it back to the surface without the HEAV returning for your extraction. You had radio communication with the surface, but it was spotty at times and not always reliable. Until the next supply run came down to Outpost 1, you were stranded. He knew you’d thought of all this before, that you’d known this would be the way your assignment went, but he also knew that it still effected your nerves to feel so alone and unable to do anything about it but carry on with your work and try not to think about it.

This wasn’t Trapper’s first or even second assignment in Hollow Earth, he knew the drill and wasn’t bothered by it. Remoteness had never scared him like it did you, but he understood even if he didn’t share that fear. Not only did he understand, but he remembered. This was something you weren’t used to, something that scared you that you hadn’t shared with Trapper, intimacy. You were terrible with intimacy, you ran hot and cold and you knew that made you hard to deal with, made you unpredictable even to yourself. But Trapper learned that about you fairly quickly and still smiled when he saw you.

You had never had a friend who stuck around this long and hadn’t grown tired of you yet, let alone one that was as considerate and kind as Trapper was. You recognized this but you hadn’t been able to let it get any further than that almost casual friendship with the occasional vulnerable moment thrown in just to keep you both nice and confused about what the fuck was going on between you two.

Part 6: Radar Love

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Being with Travis Trapper Beasley Part 4: Cold As Ice

Part 3: Burnin' For You

Trapper entered the cabin ahead of you, strangely quiet, and sat down on the couch. You went to stow your med kit away in your room before joining him, collapsing on the couch next to him, already exhausted and you’d just gotten here. This was not what you’d anticipated with this assignment. It had been a while since you’d had to work on the treatment side of being a doctor, having been in research since earning your credentials. You were here to assess any disease or health threat and relay that information to the surface, sure, but you had expected to maybe encounter something novel infecting the megafauna in this place (unlikely but possible) or perhaps some sort of disease that could effect crops and farming for food on the surface (more likely, but also more boring).

You sat quietly for a while, both thinking about everything that had happened today. You would go check on Dennis (that was the cartographer’s name, you’d been told, though you had yet to have the pleasure of meeting the poor guy) in a few hours, hopefully he’d be awake by then, and lucid. You were tired, and sweaty, and needed a hot shower. You excused yourself, unsure if Trapper even heard you (he was still strangely quiet) and went to the bathroom.

You started the water in the shower stall, waiting for it to heat up before stepping in, taking a minute to peel your sweaty clothes off. Once the water was hot enough you stepped in with a sigh, the tight muscles in your back instantly relaxing under the steady stream of hot water. You always did your best processing of recent events in the shower, it helped you put things into perspective and clear your head.

About 20 minutes later the hot water began to run cool (you should have known better than to expect to get a long hot shower in a place like this, you thought) and you rinsed your hair of conditioner quickly and shut off the water, stepping out onto the cool tile of the bathroom floor. You put on your robe and left the bathroom, heading about two steps out the door before coming to your bedroom door. Trapper’s bedroom door was closed, you assumed with him inside, letting yourself into your own room and closing the door behind you. The cool dry air in the cabin had already half dried your hair by the time you sat down, taking off your robe and dressing in your usual camo cargo pants and t shirt, not wanting to have to change later before checking on Dennis. You left your black combat boots by the door next to Trapper’s and sat down on the couch by yourself, searching around for a remote to turn on the TV for a minute before giving up and laying down on the couch on your back. You didn’t much feel like watching anything anyway, just wanted the background noise while you sat quietly.

Before you knew it you’re eyelids had grown heavy and you drifted off, only to awake at what your watch told you was 8:00 p.m., though from the light coming through the window you’d have thought it was still mid-afternoon. The ambient light within Hollow Earth was provided by gigantic crystal structures that naturally glowed, causing it to seem as if it were daylight all the time. Each cabin and structure had heavy shades that covered the windows to block out the light in the evening hours, though it barely helped you get used to it before you were back on the surface, you’d been told.

You got up slowly, the events of the day slowly coming back to you. You rose to a sitting position and put your feet onto the rug the couch sat on. You could feel the cold floor through your socks. Getting up you went to the door to grab your boots and head to cabin 2 when someone knocked on the door. What now?

You pulled the door open just as Trapper came out of his room to see what the noise was about. It was Angela, one of the technicians responsible for keeping everything running here at Outpost 1. She’s the one who had been in the room taking care of Dennis when you’d arrived. She still wore her surgical mask, she had stayed with the sick man when you’d gone back to your cabin after helping as much as you were able. Her eyes were red.

“He’s dead,” she told you flatly.

“What? Who’s dead?” asked Trapper, though all three of you knew the answer to that question.

“He just started bleeding and I couldn’t stop it, it happened so fast,” said Angela through the tears she was trying to hold back.

“Show me,” you told her, your tone serious.

“You don’t have to come,” you told Trapper, lacing up your boots next to him as he did the same.

“Yes I do,” he smiled at you weakly as he tied his laces, a serious expression that didn’t fit with your idea of him on his face. You’d never seen Trapper serious before and it made you nervous. “I might be able to help.”

You didn’t know who he thought he’d be able to help if the man was dead, but you kept your mouth shut as you tied your bootlaces before following Angela to Cabin 2. You jogged behind her, hurrying with your med kit over your shoulder, though you knew there would be no need for it based on what Angela had told you. You donned another surgical mask and handed one to Trapper.

You waited for Angela to open the door. When she didn’t move for the door knob, you walked past her, opening the door yourself and leaving her outside with Trapper, who was consoling her. You didn’t mean to be insensitive, but you preferred to leave your emotions out of your work if you could help it, and you were in work mode at the moment. The lights in Cabin 2 were all on as you walked in and made a beeline for the man on the couch. You halted when your eyes focused on what you were seeing.

Dennis’ upper body was nearly covered in blood. It looked like he had vomited it up. Gore dripped from his mouth down over his chin and neck and onto his chest and stomach. His eyes stared sightlessly up at the naked overhead light bulb. Two other technicians on the team, George and Tommy, showed up with a body bag. It was George’s job to assess and solve any IT problems the team came upon while in the field, and Tommy was in charge of Seismography with a little general maintenance sprinkled in.

“We thought you’d want to send him topside as soon as possible. We delayed the HEAV for a day to prepare the body, just in case there were any tests you needed to do beforehand,” George told you. “The rest of the last team should be ready to leave at 0600 hours.”

“Thank you,” you answered before finishing your initial inspection of the body. There wasn’t much you could do without the proper lab equipment, but a visual inspection showed no outward signs of trauma, no cuts or scrapes through which an infection could have spread. This told you that the disease vector had entered the body directly through one of its normal cavities, eyes, nose, throat, through ingestion, etc.

“I’ve already reported what happened up top,” said Tommy, adjusting the backwards baseball cap he always wore.

“Thanks, Tommy,” you mumbled, staring at the body as you thought. You put on a pair of latex gloves pulled from your bag. As you palpated the body’s stomach, something resisted the pressure of your hand, squirming beneath it. You jumped backward into the coffee table, your fingertips stained red from the blood on the body’s t-shirt. You found it easier to think of it as “the body” rather than “Dennis,” a man you’d never met and now never would.

You would have time to mourn the loss of a patient later, you always found time for that. No matter how many times it happened, you always took it personally when someone in your care didn’t make it, though it’d happened precious few times in your career. This somehow made it hurt more, and seeing the sadness in the eyes of those who worked with him just made those feelings of inadequacy magnify.

You gasped as your back hit the table, stopping your quick crawl backwards away from the couch. Trapper came rushing in at the noise.

“Doc?”

“It’s okay, I think. Stay back. Just stay back,” you motioned to him to stay where he was as you spoke, climbing back to your feet. You approached the body again, slowly. You could see the body’s abdomen squirm and writhe beneath the bloody t-shirt. Something was in there, and it was alive. You pulled a scalpel out of your bag and bent over the body.

“Doc, don’t,” Trapper pleaded.

Peeling the bloody shirt away with two fingers, you reached down with the scalpel to make an incision in the stomach when the motion began to move upward through the body’s throat. Pulling a penlight from your pocket you opened the mouth with one finger, looking down the throat at a black, slimy, writhing eyeless form making its way headfirst out of the body at an alarming speed. You moved backward quickly, avoiding the coffee table this time as it shot out from the body’s mouth and squirmed onto the floor.

While eyeless, this creature was far from toothless, sporting a mouthful of razor sharp teeth that you suspected it had used to chew its way through Dennis’ digestive system and up through his stomach. The creature screeched and squirmed across the floor with everyone in the room jumping backward to avoid it, shouting curses and tripping over themselves to get away.

Trapper acted quickly, sliding his knife out of its sheath and impaling the creature, chipping the cement floor with its tip and leaving the thing dead and bleeding a viscous green goo onto the floor. He let go of the knife and stepped back away from it, checking himself over for any blood or bites before taking a deep breath and blowing it out quickly.

You all stood breathing heavily and staring at the worm-like creature that had just come out of the dead body of your colleague.

“What the bloody hell is that thing?” Trapper asked you breathlessly. He absentmindedly wiped his hands on his shirt as he spoke though there was nothing on them, he hadn’t actually touched the thing.

“I don’t know but I have to make sure there aren’t any more in there before we can send this body back to the surface,” you told him. Your hands still shook from what you’d just experienced. You cleared your throat and grasped your right hand in your left to stop their trembling.

Part 5: Under Pressure

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Being With Travis "Trapper" Beasley Part 3: Burnin’ For You

Part 2: Two Tickets To Paradise

You caught up with Trapper just as he arrived at the door of your cabin.

“Welcome home,” he said with a wide smile and a wink before pressing down the handle and pushing the door open with his shoulder. He held the door for you as you walked inside, very curious to inspect the place you’d be living in for the next few months. It was air conditioned, for a start. The lights were out, and you instinctively swiped your hand down the wall to your right, searching for a switch. You weren’t left fumbling for long before you found one and flipped it. Light shone in the room and you could finally see properly.

It was… quite nice actually. There was a small threadbare couch on an old floor rug, even a small entertainment stand with a TV and DVD player, though you doubted you’d have much time down here to relax and watch a movie or binge a TV show, at least if everything went the way you planned them to. There was a small kitchen area with a fridge, a microwave, and a small coffee maker. There was a separate building for the storage and cooking of most of the food, you knew, though you hadn’t seen that yet.

To your left was a very short hallway that led to the bathroom and bedrooms, which were really just glorified closets large enough for a bed and a few personal items and not much more honestly. It wasn’t expected you’d spend any time in your rooms unless it was to sleep, so they were nearly bare and not much attention had been paid to creating an atmosphere, though they did both have a window with a nice view of the trees beyond the compound.

“Home sweet home, eh?” Trapper half-whispered into your ear as he snuck past you to put his stuff in his own small room.

“Uh, yeah, I guess so, huh?” you answered quietly, stowing your bag at the foot of the bed in your new bedroom and, like Trapper, not bothering to unpack anything yet. You sighed and sat down on the bed. It was all a bit overwhelming, and you hadn’t even learned the layout of the research station paddock yet. Trapper appeared around the corner, rapping his knuckles unnecessarily on the open door.

“How are you doing in here?” he asked. Trapper always knew when you weren’t feeling quite right, sometimes before you even knew it yourself.

“Just a little nervous, that’s all,” you told him, giving him a small half-smile.

He came in the room and sat next to you on the bed without asking for permission. You were used to that kind of thing with Trapper, the familiarity you had for each other after a very short time something you hadn’t experienced with anyone before, maybe because you never let anyone get that close to you, or maybe it was the forced familiarity that came with working together. You thought it was probably a combination of the two.

“We’re just exploring an entirely new world, what’s there to be nervous about?” he asked cheekily, giving you a wink and a smile as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

“I’m just a little overwhelmed, it’s all a lot to take in at once,” you told him sheepishly.

“I remember that feeling. When I first came down here I was speechless from the time I entered the HEAV to the time I sat right where we’re sitting, contemplating it all. It’ll sink in, all of it. Just give it a little time.”

“Somehow I have trouble believing you’ve ever been speechless, Trapper,” you told him.

“Ho ho, so she’s funny all of a sudden,” he said with a grin. His smile was infectious and you found yourself with a matching one that fell as soon as you heard someone pounding on the door. You glanced at each other before hurrying off the bed and to the living area and front door. Kevin, the grey-bearded and bespectacled entomologist on your small team stood at the door looking sweaty and harried.

“Hey, Doc, we’ve got a real problem here, maybe you should take a look,” Kevin said. He turned and began to lead you to what you saw was another cabin, cabin 2, before you had a chance to answer, Trapper following close behind both of you. He couldn’t resist being part of the action even if it wasn’t at all pleasant there, you’d learned.

“What is it?” you asked Kevin as you rushed back to your bed, grabbing your medkit from your bag at its foot and rushing to the door.

“Cartographer’s sick, real sick,” Kevin answered. The cartographer of the previous team had been stationed here before you and was scheduled to leave on this HEAV trip to the surface. He must have just fallen ill, or you would have been brought to him straight from the HEAV when you landed, you assumed.

“What kind of sick?” you asked.

“I don’t know, but he’s really hurting, Doc,” Kevin answered as he opened the door to Cabin 2. You entered behind him, Trapper on your heels. You stopped him before entering too far into the room with a hand on his chest, squatting to go through your bag, pulling out several surgical masks and handing them out to everyone in the room.

“What are his symptoms?” you asked as you approached the man on the couch. He was under a blanket despite the high heat of the jungle, though it was cooler in the air conditioned cabin than outside. He was sweating and shivering.

“I don’t know, he just collapsed,” said the woman to your left. Her voice was muffled behind her mask.

You took a temperature reading, 40ºC. That wasn’t good, but it explained the collapse. You checked his pupillary response: normal, a good sign. You checked his pulse, it was a little high, but still normal. There wasn’t much you could do with the equipment available (virtually nothing) or a pair of x-ray glasses, besides try and bring down the fever and hope he woke up. You did all you could and made your way back to your cabin with Trapper close behind you, as usual.

“So what do you think it could be, doc?” he asked as you walked.

“Too early to tell, it could be a virus of some sort, that’d be my first guess. It could be anything honestly, I get the feeling you can never take anything at face value down here,” you answered offhandedly, thinking.

“You’re right about that one,” he said, also deep in thought.

Part 4: Cold As Ice

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

Part 1: You Ain't Seen Nothing Yet

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.

Part 3: Burnin' For You

[female-hysterics]

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

[female-hysterics]

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.”

[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!