#trapper x reader

[theres-a-body-here]

Love Letter Aftermath

First part

The realization of receiving a love admission sinks in for the killers

Characters: Oni, Trapper, Deathslinger, Mastermind, Cannibal, Ghostface Warnings: Some spice Male!reader

The Oni - Kazan Yamaoka

He's angry

Angry at you for giving him that damn letter

And angry at himself for keeping it

He keeps it on his shrine

Even while he tries to distract himself with training between trials, your letter is all that's on his mind

At least once a day, for a couple of minutes, he stares at the letter while working up the courage to crumple it and dispose of it

He never can

When Rin found the letter, his heat sunk

She thought it was cute, but rolled her eyes at how Kazan was acting

The days following the letter, you've noticed in trials with Oni, he never downs you with his Kanabo anymore, only his Katana

Even during chases, when he's activated his blood fury right behind you, he stampedes off somewhere to down anyone else

And when he carries you to hooks, you've noticed how gently he holds you

But he never stays after hooking you and seems to avoid your gaze

Strangely, Rin has been giving you some leeway during trials as well

The Trapper - Evan MacMillan

When he got back to his realm after the trial, he immediately went to work on making a box for the letter

Yeah, a whole keepsake box for a single letter

He places it next to the box where he keeps his old drawings

Whenever he sees you in trials, he still gets those butterflies

If you step in one of his traps, he's immediately rushing to where he heard you scream

If he sees any other survivors trying to free you, he swats at them

Evan gently pulls at the jaw of the trap and pulls it apart, letting you retract your injured foot

He's trying his hardest not to ogle your legs

"Sorry," he mutters gruffly, his hands holding your leg softly while he inspects the damage

He picked up some gauze that one of the others dropped and begins to bandage your wound

He can feel your gaze burning holes into his mask as he works

He's the one to break the silence

"I've killed you... and your friends, over and over."

There's a long pause on your end before you respond

"I know"

You two leave it at that

The Deathslinger - Caleb Quinn

Caleb keeps the letter under the bar counter in his realm

Whenever he returns from an exhausting or lost trial, he looks at it

A small part of him still thinks you're messing with him

He's way too nervous and skittish around you now to do anything, so you're gonna have to initiate everything

In trials, you do your best to spend time with him

Especially when you insist that he treats you no different

When he carries you to hook, you take the moment to touch him

You turn your head to plant a kiss on the back of his neck

Caleb visibly shivers and lets out a groan

"Yer tryin' ta kill me, ain'tcha?"

"Is it working?"

Despite you asking otherwise, he tends to leave you alone when he can in trials, opting to hide the others

If you confront him about it, he'll deny it

The Mastermind - Albert Wesker

He keeps your letter in the inner pocket of his jacket

You definitely have his full attention now

Don't expect any special treatment, because he's not gonna give it

In fact, he seems to actively seek you out first if he knows you're in his trial

Wesker gets angry when you can't loop him for more than a couple of minutes

"Are you even trying? Pathetic"

While carrying you to a hook, he's lecturing you all the way

"You didn't run it tight enough. You were too greedy with the pallet. You didn't check your blind spots."

He'll get even more irritated if you start to tear up

Can't you see he's trying to help you?

Wesker refuses to have someone so vulnerable as an admirer

So you better get to it

If you do manage to improve and become better in trials, his attitude changes

It goes from scoldings to rewards

He takes off his gloves to hold your chin and pull you close

You feel his lips ghost over your cheek and shiver when he tightens his grip on you

He stares at your face, drinking up your reactions

And then he lets you go, watching as your face twists from dazed to confused

"What? Were you expecting a kiss?"

You're gonna have to do a lot more if you wanna get a smooch from him

The Cannibal - Bubba Sawyer

He tapped your letter to the side of his chainsaw

He gets all giddy when he glances at it during his sweeps, especially if he manages to down a survivor

It's his good luck charm

If he spots you in a trial, he'll literally drop everything to rush over and give you hug

Bubba would honestly hug you all trial if you let him

He's definitely become a bit more protective over you, maybe even prone to jealousy

He doesn't even let anyone work on gens with you, revving his chainsaw if anyone gets too close

Once everyone gets the message and leaves you two be, he'll sit behind you as you work and hug you

Expect lots of nuzzles

Bubba whines when the gen is completed and you have to stand up to find a new one

He follows you like a puppy until you find the next one and the process begins anew

The Ghostface - Danny Johnson

Danny doesn't really have anywhere he can store the letter safely

So he does the logical thing and memorizes it's contents, word for word

He doesn't care what happens to the paper

Sometimes during trials, he'll tease you by reciting it during chases

Even adding things you're certain you never added

"And I promise to always let you smash whenever and wherever you want," he says, mimicking your voice as you dangle from the hook

"I NEVER WROTE THAT!!"

Being her favorite, The Entity doesn't care if Danny spares you every trial

But he won't

Because he's a meanie

"No hard feelings, right boo?" He coos as he plunges his blade into your back

If you're sore about it, he's more than happy to make it up to you

He'll run his cold leather-gloved hands under your shirt, pressing you against a wall as you try to stay angry

"Come on, don't be like that," he mutters into your ear, squishing your sides

If you fold now, he'll tease you for being whipped

But if you stay strong, he'll pull out the big guns

He buries his masked face into your neck, slowly grinding his hips against yours

"You feel that, baby? You feel how sorry I am?" He growls, pressing his hard-on against you

[masked-men-fantasy]

Ask about their manhood size Headcanon (Dead by Daylight)

Headcanon for my beloved masked men from Dead by Daylight. What have they got for us?

NSFW Content. MDNI.

The Trapper

In this case, you didn't ask to know his size. You learn about it accidentally when he secretly washes himself in the heavy rain.

He takes off his workwear bib and lays it on the ground; only his fully naked body is shown. He scrubbed his body to wash out all the blood stains.

That is when you find out how beautiful his body is.

Well-built, gorgeous muscle, perfect body fat ratio, thick pecs, mass thighs, and well-rounded buttocks.

And, of course, his manhood part.

The sight is not clear, but it can be assumed that he has an 8-inch shaft. Not to be surprised, there are open wounds on it as well, making you wonder if it hurts or not.

Curiosity does kill a cat; your foot makes a cracking sound because of the dried branch nearby. Notified by the sound, he quickly reached for his cleaver and walked directly to the source of the noise.

You attempt to run, but then your foot steps into the bear trap that he placed inside the bush.

Evan finally reaches you. The shadows of his body covering your entire body show how big he is compared to you.

To your surprise, he does not pick you up to bring you to the sacrificial hook. Instead, he pushes you down on the floor, and your face tastes the ground. The trapper lifts your hips up and tears open your pants.

You are in trouble—very deep trouble now. Hopefully, it is a kind of trouble that you have on your mind.

The Knight

"If I were to show you such a private matter, would you accept to be a sex slave for me and my pack for a week then?" Tarhos makes an offer. One that is very difficult to turn down.

You slowly took out the metal armor on his lower part until it revealed a thin red loincloth and what he had inside.

Around 4 inches when flaccid. Then you have to put in some work to make it hard.

6.5 inches when fully erect, and the tip of his cock is pretty red, so it can be assumed that he has not done it for awhile.

He is also uncut.

Not well-trimmed pubic hair. It is not so shaggy or dirty; you can assume that he does not have much self-grooming experience, so he might use any convenient blades he could find to cut those hairs.

Now that you know the answer, you know what is going to happen next, yes?

Tarhos strikes his sword down the ground, a green aura lights up through his sword, and the faithful three are summoned.

"Let us enjoy this slave I found," Tarhos said, his lustful eyes looking through his helmet. The same goes for those three who just show up.

You are so done for.

[happy74827]

People need to be have more hype for all my favorite characters. I’m tired of going to look for fanfics and being forced to write because there’s LITERAL CRUMBS

Populate those fandoms people 👏👏

[bxnnywrites]

🖤 Killers Reacting to Nervous!Reader Holding Their Hand (Pt. 2) 🖤

AN :: Since my last one was well received, I decided to do another one as a quickie! I'm also testing out a new layout so lmk what you think!! Hope you guys enjoy <3

Characters :: Kazan Yamaoka (The Oni), Eva MacMillan (The Trapper), Frank Morrison (The Legion), Susie Lavoie (The Legion), Bubba Sawyer (The Cannibal), Ellen Ripley (Bonus!) Pt 1 Here [link]

༉ Kazan Yamaoka :: The Oni

[PT: Kazan Yamaoka: The Oni]

✴ He's surprised by it at first, your small hand in his giant one.

✴ It puts into perspective just how tiny you are compared to him, though these days it's rare for anyone to be bigger than he is.

✴ You're so small, so frail. It gives him a surge of protectiveness, the need to keep you safe.

✴ He leans over and brings the back of your hand to his lips, kissing it softly, gentlemanly.

✴ Fucking hell that makes you blush even more.

✴ He chuckles a bit, ruffling your hair with one hand. A small act of affection to let you know you're safe.

✴ He will keep you safe, no matter what.

༉ Evan MacMillan :: The Trapper

[PT: Evan Macmillan: The Trapper]

✴ Honestly? He's a bit nervous too.

✴ He won't admit that though, won't even show it. Him? Nervous over someone holding his hand? Nah, he would never.

✴ He squeezes your hand in return, pulling you just a bit closer, but doesn't have much immediate reaction to it.

✴ Absolute sap about it in private though, can't stop thinking about it. It was so simple but it reminded him that you loved him, only him.

✴ The next time you're together he takes the initiative and holds your hand first. Keeping you close to him to really let everyone know who you belong to.

✴ Fuckin dork.

༉ Frank Morrison :: The Legion

[PT: Frank Morrison: The Legion]

✴ Aw, lookit you! You're so nervous from just some hand holding.

✴ "You're damn cute when you blush like that, babe."

✴ You pout in return and he chuckles, pulling you a bit closer and kissing your forehead.

✴ "You're just provin' the point, y'know?"

✴ More pouting and he's grinning ear to ear, bastard that he is.

✴ But you suppose that's why you love him in the first place, cocky son of a bitch.

✴ Anyways, similar to Michael, his hand now. It shall be returned within 3-5 business days. Dw about it.

༉ Susie Lavoie :: The Legion

[PT: Susie Lavoie: The Legion]

✴ asdfghjkl;'

✴ Oh my god hand? Hand Holding???? You are Holding her Hand?????

✴ Screaming internally

✴ You're blushing so much oh fuck you're so cute you're so pretty

✴ What does she do oh shit fuck uuuuuuh

✴ Holds your hand tighter, trying not to implode from her own nervous wreck of emotions.

✴ Eventually, and very quickly, she kisses your cheek.

✴ Trying not to die from her own blushing and embarrassment.

✴ You give her hand an affirming squeeze, smiling at her, and she relaxes.

✴ God how did she get so lucky?

༉ Bubba :: The Cannibal

[PT: Bubba: The Cannibal]

✴ You...you're holding his hand?

✴ You're so gentle, your hands are so small, so soft.

✴ He could crush your hands if he wasn't careful, a similar worry to Michael's.

✴ But you were holding his hand!!! Your dainty little hand was in his!!!!

✴ It was a sign you loved him, really loved him!

✴ He starts giggling, he can't help himself. He doesn't even notice how nervous you are, consumed with his own delight.

✴ Pulls you into a really, really tight hug. One of the ones where you have to remind him to be gentle.

✴ He makes an apologetic noise and nuzzles his face into your hair, picking you up bridal style to hold you close.

✴ He's so happy you love him, he loves you just as much. He's so darn lucky to have you.

༉ BONUS :: Ellen Ripley

[PT: Bonus: Ellen Ripley]

AN 2: wifewifewifewifewifewifewife

✴ Damn that's sweet.

✴ Sweet like the feeling of fresh coffee in her veins, like hearing her cat purr against her chest.

✴ And you're so damn cute all nervous like this, it makes her heart sing.

✴ God she's so glad to be trapped in this hellhole with you.

✴ She kisses the back of your hand and runs her thumb over it gently, giving you this look that lets you know you mean the world to her.

✴ And you look at her the same way.

✴ Wordless but full of meaning in such a simple touch. Affection that goes beyond what words could describe.

✴ The other survivors are gagging from how sweet you two are.

Final Notes :: I'm a big butch lesbian so I added my Wife as a bonus because this was a bit of a sausage fest (besides Susie, perfect lil angel baby). It was weird writing romance for Susie tbh bc when I look at her I'm just like "Ah yes, my child." because whenever I play as her I get weirdly protective and if she gets palette stunned it becomes like, a personal offense. That's my fuckign niece dude!!!!! But I know some peeps would love to be romantic with her so I am here to provide. As is the authors duty. If you make it weird I'm shanking you behind a Wendy's.

Anyways, hope you enjoyed! Don't forget to rb and follow if you enjoyed!! <3

[diejager]

Please I'm begging you to do the trapper/ Evan nsfw headcannons🙏

I’m gonna be honest, Evan’s a hard one simply with how little there is about his character in his lore, but this is what I got from him.

Trapper nsfw headcanons

Pairing: The Trapper | Evan MacMilan x fem!reader

Cw: hard dom, soft dom, aftercare, possessive behaviour, rough sex, cuddling, predator/prey, master/pet, pet names, praise kink, tel me if I missed any. Wc: 1k

Evan is a very like-father-like-son character, where the saying “the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree” becomes much too realistic. Before his crazed massacre, the sudden shift in his mind from a calm and controlling person to a bloodthirsty and power-hungry killer, he thrived on control, the dominant figure in a familiar —patriarchy. Despite every clue and fact hinting at him being a control freak, dominating and intense, he knows how to level himself out, watching, calculating, and seeing whether or not his roughness fits the moment. 

If the moment’s, he’d be the leading figure with an iron hand and unchanging will, bending and pushing you in ways that would usually test someone, test their dedication, but he knew the limits, to keep an eye out for your subtle cues of discomfort or apprehension. 

Evan could easily be the hard dom, making you bend to his will, hissing and degrading you down to his toy, something existing solely for his pleasure. He likes making you obey him willingly, to witness you submit to his words, mewling and moaning around him or gagging on his cock, shoved down your throat with little care for your pleasure. He might occasionally give you orders that he knows you wouldn’t be able to fulfil, to make you swallow him whole when you could hardly take half of him in your mouth; to make you cum around your fingers when he knew they were too small compared to his thick and rough ones; and forcing you to adhere to his games.

Along with his dominant countenance, Predator/prey is something he likes, the chase and the adrenaline of hunting you - without his bear traps, he can’t have you wounded and bleeding, crying because of him in fear of what he could do more to hurt you - so that he can fuck you once he gets his hands on you. He’s a killer, it’s almost instinctual, the need to hunt and ensnare his prey. Running made him feel high on adrenaline, trying to catch you and make you submit to him through rough gestures and a harsh hand.

That came hand in hand with another kink of his —Master/pet. After a long or short chase, he’d show you your place: under him. Rather than the usual version, he hated being called master, he preferred being called your owner, your hunter, and you, the little hare he caught, the beautiful and weak rabbit he found ensnared in his game. If he feels like being mean, you’d be nothing but a toy to him, grounding his hips down, rutting roughly against you. It riles him when you start crying, pretty tears rolling down your cheek when he’s being so mean to you, using you until you feel overstimulated, cunt wet and swollen, overflowing with cum. Your sweet, sweet wails and pleads for him to stop, to let you rest, anything that made your face flush, back arch and voice crack turned him on.

If not; if you wanted something soft, gentler from him, he’d be the guiding hand with praises and encouraging words. He was soft, gentle and caring even as a dominant figure, asking you if you wanted this, asking you to tell him what you wanted and if you wanted it, waiting for any stutter and hesitation in your voice to stop whatever he was doing to care for you, shushing your anxiety away with coos and grounding pets.

Evan likes holding you when he’s being soft, getting every moment he can to touch you and be as close as he can be with you. He’d fuck you slowly, moving his hips at a slow and gentle pace, chest touching your back while he pushed in, hands holding you flush against him with your fingers locked together. It was like a slow dance with your hips bucking back and him snapping forward, driving in with purposeful and calculated thrusts to drive you insane with pleasure. He’s very touchy during and after it, determined to keep a part of himself stuck to you, be it his hand, his chapped lips, or his scarred cheek, he liked being able to hold you close, cuddling you after a night of frivolous affairs.

Aftercare is also an integral part of him, whether or not he was hard or soft with you, you deserved aftercare on any occasion. Evan’s a caring and protecting lover, his broad figure acting as a deterrent for any other killer, keeping you from harm’s way and safe by his side, his vulnerable and dependent survivor, one to call his own. He’d lay you down, admiring your panting form, eyes closed and mouth swollen, your hands blindly searching for him when he left to get a towel. He’s careful when he wipes you down, cleaning off the sweat and cum on your body so that you wouldn’t wake up groggy and uncomfortable the next day. 

There’s more to him than a mindless and apathetic killer whose mind fractured and craved for blood to do more than just feed The Entity’s abyssal stomach, Evan MacMilan might be rich, he might’ve been the perfect son of a wealthy family built on blood, pride and greed, but to him, you are more than an object of his affection and obsession, you were his heart. In your smaller hands, beating and undying, was his heart, pulsing strongly with how much love he held for you. You could be the richest, the poorest, the sickest or the healthiest person in the world, but to him, nothing mattered more than being with you. 

Evan’s had a hard life, expectations, responsibility and maturing too young, he craved something simple much like the choice of his tools, simple and old bear traps, cheaper and more efficient than any gun he could've bought with his father’s fortune. He craves a simple life with simple means, away from the gruelling yet familiar way of his childhood, perhaps you were the start of it, stemming from the darkness of her realm.

[amagellaniccloud]

"The Trapper" NSFW Alphabet

Hi, the last NSFW Alphabet I wrote for Ghost from CoD (here it is if anyone's interested) was really fun and I wanted to do it again.

So, here's one for Evan MacMillan or "The Trapper" From Dead by Day Light.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

This post contains sexually explicit content. If you are a Minor please respect this rule and scroll past and DO NOT ENGAGE WITH NSFW POSTS.

NSFW under the cut

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Cuddly. He likes to hold his partner close to his chest. He doesn't have many things he loves in the fog, but the few he does, he wants to treat the best way possible.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His own is probably his height. He's like 6'10 so he towers over majority of people, so his height gives him an advantage whether it be helping or harming people. On his partner; their hands. Especially if they're smaller than is (they probably are) he would like to hold their hands in almost every situation. He also likes how much smaller and delicate they are in comparison to his.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

In, definitely in. He's from like the 1910s so probably into it (That doesn't make any sense but I still like it)

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Ok so he has like, spikes poking out of him. What if pulling them can awaken something within him. I think this has potential

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Not much, again he's from the early 1900s. Purity culture was very prevalent during those times so he doesn't really know much of sex. He may have done it a couple times but that's it

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Any position in which you can be manhandled by him. That or when you're under him, makes him feel bigger and stronger

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

More serious than not. He would like being very intimate and passionate during sex, however if cracking a joke or two will make the time more enjoyable, he'll gladly do it

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I hc that he has Alopecia, 'cause in game he doesn't have any hair on his body so I thought him having alopecia made sense. So yeah, he doesn't have any hair but he does try his best to keep himself clean

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Very. He's the type to love hard. When he's doing it with someone he cares about he'll be very intimate and loving towards them.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Not that much. He prefers to have sex with his partner over pleasuring himself just with the thought of his partner. But if his partner is not available for that for any reason he'll jack off.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding kink I'd imagine Praise kink Sir kink (is that a kink?) Creampie Bondage definitely

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Freaky ass man will do it anywhere his partner wants to. Doesn't care enough about what others think if they catch you so he's down with any location

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

After a trial mostly. He's filled with adrenaline and will be very rough when having sex after coming back from mascaraing a bunch of people. Other than that If he sees his s/o doing any kind of domestic work he'll get very horny watching them

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

roleplaying but like step bro or daddy kinda stuff, He finds it icky Anything that seems a bit to violent, he faces so much of that everyday he'd rather not do it to his partner

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Loves receiving. Likes giving but doesn't really know how to. Be patient with him and wait for him to grow more comfortable giving and the wait will definitely be worth it

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

rough, very rough. Can be gentle at times or when explicitly asked but likes going fast and rough most of the time

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Same as jerking off, he'd rather actually have sex with his partner but if that's not possible for any reason then a quickie is the next best option in his opinion

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

As I mentioned before, he doesn't really care what others think, Especially in this realm. So, he'll be willing to take risks with his partner.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Stamina? Its his middle name. No, but he has incredible amounts of stamina and can go for several rounds without much time in-between. He can easily overstimulate his partner with his level of stamina

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Not really. I'm not really sure how'd you get sex toys in the fog. Probably isn't to fond of them either as he thinks he's enough to satisfy his partner

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Depends on the day. Sometimes, he'll tease the hell out of his partner but somedays he just doesn't have the patience for it so he'll maybe do it a little but then get right into action

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's not loud really. Will mostly let out low groans and moans. He'll definitely get louder the closer he is to finishing tho

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Would love to be bent over the counter and then fucked by his partner. Like very roughly with him just begging for more and the his partner (if they can) cumming inside him and making him bloat.

Also, I don't think he's flexible enough for this but if he is, would wanna try sucking his own dick

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

~8.5 in when hard with prominent vein at the bottom of his dick. ~3.5-4 in in thickness ~I don't think his balls are that big compared to his size but they're pretty big compared to the average person

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty low. He won't really have the urge that much. Maybe once, like, every 2 weeks (maybe that's still a lot idk)

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

After, Aftercare and cleanup, he'll go to sleep. If aftercare can be done later the he'd want to go to sleep after cleaning up. Even if his partner goes right to sleep, he'll at least clean himself before sleeping

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So this was something I wrote when I was horny again soooo yeah.

If you have any requests for male dbd characters for let me know. Anyways have a nice day

[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.

[certifiedghostfacelover]

DBD Killers as Partners

{Includes: Trapper, Huntress}

I hope you all enjoy! <3

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The Trapper - Evan Macmillian

Oh boy, where to even start with this guy?

He’s a bit... complicated. Being in the Entity’s realm and experiencing torture quite frequently does that to you.

Being in a relationship was something he never really thought about, even before he was taken. It was the furthest thing in his mind.

And then you came along. And well... He started thinking about you a lot... Like... A lot.

Honestly you probably knew. He makes it super obvious in trials. 

You’re gonna have to be the one to pursue anything though, and even then, it’s really tough. It’d take a while to even become friends, especially lovers. S/o is going to have to be really patient.

Opening up is really hard for him. It’s not that he hates the idea of being like that, it’s just he THINKS he can’t be like that. His father called him weak pretty much his whole life for experiencing emotions like that, and you two being on two different sides doesn’t really help either

After awhile of being cold and distant, he warms up, but only to you. Don’t expect him to buddy up with other survivors or killers.

He’d like it if you took the lead once you get in a relationship. Man does not know a single thing about dating.

His main way of displaying affection for you in acts of service. He also does a lot of little things for you, even when you don’t notice.

He’s not fond of PDA and he sucks at actually talking to you about his love for you. He’ll still try his best to return your affections if you are touchy person or a sweet talker, but don’t expect anything crazy.

Slightly controversial take, but honestly he’d probably be one of the few killers to spare you in trial if he felt such a way for you. He’s gone against the Entity multiple times in the past, and even if he has to ensure torture from it, he’d be willing to take it for you. 

Will also help you out of his beartraps if you’re in trials together. He honestly feels bad about it and doesn’t know how to express it well other than a quiet apology and doing some things for you.

He’s just real tough to crack, but he’s a big softie for you in the end, even if you don’t know.

The Huntress - Anna

Unlike Evan, Anna is super warm to you and makes an effort to show it. 

 She was instantly smitten with you when you two met. No one in the realm understood that, not even Anna. There was just something about you that was so endearing...

Honestly, her first thought would be to kidnap you or something. But for obvious reasons, she couldn’t quite do that... 

So, she tried to win your affections without having to take you. You’d obviously be aware she was so taken with you, so you instantly knew who was leaving you gifts. It ranges from stuff she made (like wood carvings) to random dead flowers she found.

When you two do decide to be in a relationship, she is super affectionate and loving towards you. She’ll try to tell you how much she loves you with the little English she knows, but if she can’t, she’ll make sure you know.

She’s affectionate in front of anyone and everyone in the realm. She might be a bit offended at first if you expressed it didn’t like PDA but would quickly understand. 

Oh, definitely sings and hums for you. She’d be honored if you learned a song to sing with her, even if you couldn’t sing. 

 She probably gets jealous pretty easily. She sees you as hers, and just hers. She gets possessive of you, even to the Entity.

She probably went against the Entity in the beginning when it came to hurting you, but it sort of forced her hand when it showed just how much stronger it was. So... Sorry S/o :(

She really doesn’t want too though. So... She’ll go super easy on you. Oh... Did she miss you? That was totally not on purpose!

And when she does have to sacrifice you, she’ll make it up to you in any way she can. You can literally ask for anything and she’d probably do it.

Super sweet lady to you... Just a bit deadly to others <3

[inklore]

dan stevens hoes wake up somethings coming 🤭

[alicechess]

Yandere!Trapper x reader who self harms

Note: Aware it's not cannon, just for comfort

Also mostly written in 2022, so it's awful. I added new parts to it and attempted to make it better. This was again made for my own comfort so don't be a dick.

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After taking you into his "care" He finds out quite quickly. He understands the signs, after all, he's done it himself. The stress his father put him through daily caused him to break. And whenever that did occur, he resulted in self-destructive behaviours.

Evan never had anyone to talk to who would understand. All the workers were underpaid and believed he was apart of the problem. Evan attempted to explain the problems to his father, although he would never listen regardless of how many times he pointed out the flaws of the business, and how it was literally killing the people. He even saw his own mother murdered in front of him, by the man which was his father. He was all alone, trying to find a way to cope with the intense pressure to become like his father and take over the business.

Once the stress consumed him, he lashed out and attacked his father, watching as the man bled out with satisfaction. Seeing you, someone who could relate to him, it made him feel understood. Even though he knew he wasn't mean to see them, especially in such circumstances. It made him soft and feel comforted... and in a way he hated it. Evan either discovered it while kidnapping you, or one time while chasing you around during a trial. Either way, he would do whatever he can to make sure you're safe. Evan wouldn't become obsessed over you just because you've hurt yourself, but it would definitely cause a soft spot to form as he can relate to you.

If Evan discovered that you self harm after you've been taken, he would keep everything sharp away from you. If you had any fresh wounds, he would make sure to clean and bandage them. You wouldn't be allowed to do anything on your own, he would always have to be there. Evan would be gentle and affectionate, doing what he can to make you happy, to try and comfort you and help you mentally with what your struggling with.

Since he can relate to what you're going through, he'll do his best to not be too controlling, and make his "home" as comfortable as it could be. Evan can't do too much since he's under the entity's control, but he'll still do his best and try to bargain with it. He hated the work he had to do so the entity wouldn't torture him once more, so often you would see him with his own new wounds, however they healed within the hour. Evan did try and hide it, but sometimes they would be visible.

If you were empathetic towards him, and didn't despise him for what he's done, he'd be the kindest man he could be. Although at times he got frustrated and yelled, he'd always apologise within the hour. Even if you tried to escape, he'd never lay a hand on you. He'd try and take you back without hurting you, but he could be rough since he doesn't want you to leave him... The one person who understood him.

If you were to eventually accept your new life, he'd be the most affectionate man. He's been through hell, seen hell in its truest form... All he wants is some sort of happiness in his life. Evan genuinely believes you'll love him one day, that you're just getting over the shock of being in the entities realm, and now taken by one of the creatures of which is meant to hurt you. But he never will. He never wanted to do this. You're the only thing he looks forward to, he doesn't want to lose the last pieces of his sanity.

[hernameislover]

Somebody should make a dead by daylight killers x reader text series. Like honestly. I’d be your biggest fan. PLEASEE. PLEASEPLEASEPLEASSEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. ITS UNREALISTIC I DONT CARE BUT MAKE IT HAPPEN PLEASEEEEE PLEASE HOW TO I MAKE MORE PEOPLE SEE THIS OH MY GODDD

[theres-a-body-here]

If requests are open, could you do killers of your choice reacting to the new guy?

Like, the Unknown managing to lure them in by mimicking a survivor's voice

I took some creative liberty for this TW: Violence, death Characters: Trapper, Knight, Blight Male!reader mentioned

The Trapper - Evan MacMillan

Evan is working on his bear-traps in his warehouse. The realm is silent, the sounds of faint cawing and the rustling of leaves echoes through the estate.

Out of nowhere, a voice calls out

"E...van?"

He stops working immediately

That was your voice, but you'd left for a trial just a while ago

There's no way you'd be back this early

Evan sighs rubbing his temples

Maybe he's been working for way too long; starting to hear things

Before he can go back to tightening bolts, he hears it again

"Evan"

He immediately stands up, so abruptly that his chair falls over

The stomps outside, confused and a bit worried

"(Y/N)?"

He hears no response

The air is still and the hairs on his body stand stiff

Suddenly, the smell of rotting flesh and wet copper

Something was wrong

Evan notices that even the crows have stopped making sounds

Slowly, he tries to head back into the building; he needed his cleaver

He turns around to look at the entrance to the warehouse, only to see it

The Unknown was hiding, waiting for him to see it

It attacks Evan before he can react

The first thing on Evan's mind, once the Entity revives him, is to find you

The Knight - Tarhos Kovács

Tarhos was sharpening his sword in the Borgo, listening to the crackle of the fire he sat by

The peace is interrupted as a bloodcurdling scream pierces through the air

It's you, or at least it sounds like you

If Tarhos had taken the time to listen, he would've noticed how off it sounded

But he was way too panicked to think

To him, you were in danger

With sword gripped tightly, he booked it to where he heard the scream

"(Y/N)! WHERE ARE YOU, MY LOVE!?"

He's absolutely distraught

"SPEAK TO ME, (Y/N)!"

every one of his questions is answered by another screech, coming from another direction

Before he knew it, Tarhos was worn out and exhausted

It seemed that was the thing The Unknown was waiting for

Before Tarhos can even think about catching his breath, The Unknown attacks him from behind, knocking him clean off his feet

A tendril of flesh stabs into Tarhos's thigh

The Knight reacts quickly, swinging his sword and slicing the appendage through with one slice

"It...hurts... No...m-more"

It spoke in your voice, as if mocking Tarhos

His heart sunk into his chest, mind flooding with questions as to why this creature knows what you sound like

The Unknown shrieks as it feels his flesh sizzle, snapping his head around to see Alejandro pressing his hot iron into it; the rest of the Compagnia manifesting alongside him

Seeing the thing distracted, Tarhos stabs the beast through the chest

The Unknown is unnerving unaffected, pulling away before crawling away on all fours

Tarhos isn't having that, reeling his arm before throwing his sword like a makeshift spear, pinning The Unknown's hand into the ground

He grits his teeth as he stomps towards the monster, screaming at it

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY (Y/N)?!"

Durkos and Sander rush forward as well to kill the creature

The Unknown uses its axe to chop its own hand off to escape

"(y/n)... my (y/n)" it repeats mockingly as it slinks away

The Blight - Talbot Grimes

Talbot was working on his serums and elixirs when he heard your voice

"Hey....co...come over.....here"

Right off the bat, he knew it wasn't you

Talbot knows you

He knows your every scream, moan, laugh, and tone

This was something attempting to mimic that

Despite knowing whatever was calling out was trying to luring him in, he was curious to see what exactly it was

He makes his way outside, albeit apprehensively; his cane and syringe ready

The voice speaks again

"Wha...what is that...?"

It seems to be repeating something its heard previously

Were you in a trial with whatever it was?

It also seems to be getting better at mimicking you

Talbot hurries his steps to find the source of the voice

Its not long before he comes face to face with The Unknown

Talbot isn't afraid, he's downright furious

Whatever this monster was, it clearly had some contact with you

Why else would it know how you sound like?

The fight isn't pretty; both sides inflicting heavy damage on the other

In the end, The Unknown screeches as it retreats from sight, slinking away into the fog after seeing that Blight wasn't easy prey

Talbot managed to stab the syringe into the thing, acquiring a blood sample

Experimentation could wait

He needed to find you

The real you

[masked-men-fantasy]

Intentionally make them jealous (Dead by Daylight)

Let's say you and your guy have been a couple for a few years, and you wonder what would happen if you tend to be clingy to someone too much. How would they react?

NSFW Content. MDNI.

The Trapper

Let's say you pretend to be impressed by how big and strong Kazan is (the Oni). You give Kazan plenty of compliments and even a bit of flirty eye.

It won't take that much time for you to realize that Evan gave a glace, unfriendly, angry one.

He will simply lift you up while you have a conversation with Kazan, who is still confused about why you suddenly gave him a compliment. Then rushly bring you back to his shack.

"You did that on purpose, didn't you?" He said it with a low and deep voice while pinning you down on the ground.

You did not answer; you only smirked at him. Touching him slowly on his biceps and forearm.

"I guess I will show who is the big and strong one then." Even said and started to tie you up to the hook, open your leg wide, and initiate his sweet revenge on your jealousy experiment.

The Knight

You start the experiment by staying close to one of his packs. Then slowly touch their hand and say that they are handsome.

Surprisingly, Tarhos do not think. He just stood there and watched. So you tried to push him a little bit more by starting to hug them in a friendly manner.

That is when you heard a loud steel clanking on the ground. Loud enough to make faithful three, you stop everything and turn with a look of fear. Tarhos struck his sword on the ground. His hand gripped the hilt tightly.

"My tolerance is limited. If you were to live to see another day, you shall not test my patience any longer." Tarhos slams his sword on the ground. His hand gripped the hilt tighter than ever. His eyes through the helmet revealed how furious he is.

Tarhos then rushed out of the room and slammed the door. The room has gone silent. Even the faithful three, who used to be very loud, have gone mute.

Now, you're done screwing up, aren't you?

You have to run to Tarhos and hold his hand. Apologize to him and hug him as tight as you can. I tried to explain that you do not have any intentions like that. You just want to do a bit of a prank, and that is really all. You still love him as ever.

"You better not do such a sinful act again, or I shall behead you, then myself after," Tarhos stated. His tone shows he is not messing around this time.

You promised him that you would not do such a thing again. And that Tarhos is a number in your heart, always. Faithful three shall wait until he gives you permission or so.

[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 🤭)

『••✎••』

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.

[wild-lavender-rose]

ur feeding the mash girlies fr 🙏🙏 can i pls get something whumpy hurt/comfort with trapper? i need him so bad

I noticed that my Mash fics have been getting a lot of attention lately, thank you so much! I put together something small for your request, I hope you enjoy <3

Take Care of Her

Warning: Canon-typical descriptions of bombing, war

"Trapper. Hey, Trapper!"

Trapper stopped and turned as you hurried to catch up with him, heaving a huge sigh of relief. "Thank God," he dropped his jacket and caught you in a hug that swept you off the ground. "I thought I'd lost you."

You gave a strangled sort of cry against the lump in your throat, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face into his scrub shirt. When the bombing had started, the two of you had been separated. Trapper to tend the incoming wounded, you to go with Radar to check on the orphanage a mile from the camp.

The bombing had been worse than usual. Many times you found yourself praying desperately that you'd get one last chance to see Trapper before you died. When you and Radar got to the orphanage, you were devastated to find that the building had been destroyed. You both looked frantically through the rubble, calling out to the children. There were no survivors.

Radar had made a beeline for his animal pen to seek comfort, while you looked for Trapper. You knew your relationship with Trapper was wrong. You knew that he had a family waiting for him back in the states. But right now you didn't care. It didn't matter, nothing mattered. You just needed to feel human, to feel safe.

"They're gone, they're gone," you said, gripping his shirt as he set you back on the ground. "We tried, tried to help. They were gone,"

"Why don't you take her to Swamp, Trap? Take care of her." Hawkeye, who had been standing silent beside Trapper, now looked at you with concern.

Trapper nodded. "Come on, sweetheart."

You felt his hand on your back, a gentle encouragement. With a shaky breath, you took a few steps.

"Here, I have a better idea." Leaning down, Trapper scooped you up into his arms. "I've got you now."

With tear-filled eyes, you laid your head on his shoulder and allowed you to carry him to the Swamp. Somehow, despite the worries and horrors swirling in your thoughts, you knew that everything was going to be all right.

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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