Hi, I'm new. I'm Captain Jill. You can call me Jill. I play video games and write fanfiction. I'm specialized in gener-neutral reader inserts. Mostly smut, but always paired with a little fluff and hopefully some humor.
My favorite fandoms and the characters I currently write for are:
The Quarry - Travis Hackett
Death Stranding - Higgs Monaghan
Metal Gear Series - Kazuhira Miller
Cyberpunk 2077 - Johnny Silverhand
The list is hopefully going to expand in the near future :)
You can also find me on Twitter.
And on AO3:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
The plan is to post previews of my new fics here. I have a ton of wips I want to finish gradually. Let's see how that goes. Anyway, I'm happy to be here and looking forward to going feral.
I will try to finish the story this month. And then I'll take care of all the wips that are still lying around. I've got some nice meals in the works for you Travis Hackett simps💕
Highway Encounter - Travis Hackett x Reader Update✨
Chapter 6: At the Lake is now online 😘 Stuff is happening and things might get nasty.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Rating: Mature ->there will be smut later, I promise
Status: Chapter 6/9
Thank you for all the kudos over at ao3. It really makes me so happy. Love you all💕
I know I've been gone for a while and I am so sorry. But I promised to finish this story. 3 chapters to go. Thank you for being so patient with me.💕
Summary:
Silver moonlight bathed his tanned skin, highlighting scars, old and new. Cold colors were reflected in his gray eyes, revealing hidden thoughts that were usually concealed behind a stoic mask.
His image was divine. You yearned to run your fingers along his body and caress his soul. To worship him. To love him.
Warnings: smut, mention of blood, fingering, oral (reader receiving)
Word count: 4.5k+
AN: I caught another brainrot. Sadly there is not a lot of Nil x Reader content out there. I decided to crosspost this here and over on AO3
It can also be read as Nil x Aloy with a bit of canon divergence if you like.
Little Hunter
His hands were warm. Calloused fingertips gently caressed the exposed skin on your stomach. Your shirt had been deliberately pushed up by him in search of more body contact, not that you mind. It was Nil after all.
The two of you were currently snuggled up together on a blanket placed on a remote hilltop somewhere in the Sundom, hidden away from any prying eye. Both your armor and weapons set aside but still within reach. Above you was the clear sky filled with a thousand shining stars, the silent witnesses of the secret, nightly meeting. The crickets with their song kept you company as well.
He had himself propped up against a smooth rock and you were seated between his legs, back resting against his firm chest. From this position you had an excellent view of the night sky. Strong arms wrapped around you and legs tangled he held you close. You could feel his steady heartbeat and breathing. Peaceful and comforting.
One of your hands was on his knee and you were absentmindedly brushing your thumb in a circular pattern across his joint, which was exposed due to the cut of his pants. You noticed a small scar there to which your touch constantly returned. Just like you were magically drawn towards him. Despite his questionable morale and motives.
Nil pressed a kiss to your temple. A loving gesture you cherished greatly. His short beard tickled on your skin and you grinned. Basking in his attention you felt your muscles and mind relaxing. A content sigh escaped your lips. It seemed paradoxical how you were at home in the embrace of an apex predator like Nil. But to you he was a good man. You knew him and accepted him. Just like he accepted you.
Your thoughts wandered back to the first time you met the Carja warrior. A fateful day as you recalled.
You were out on a bounty hunt. Some bandit leader had set up camp with his friends in the vicinity of a village and threatened the locals with raids and violence. Something you couldn't let happen.
You had been successful with the stealthy approach. All bandits were slaughtered and the leader left at the tip of your spear for a final confrontation. That was when he appeared. The Carja with the red-feathered headpiece. He had watched your infiltration in awe, hidden away in the same shadows that had shrouded you before. Waiting for the right time to make a move. Given the delicate nature of the situation you weren't too happy about his interference.
While he tried to trick you into leaving the bounty to him the bandit leader saw his chance to escape. But you were quicker. Bloodied spear now pointed at the newcomer. You glared at him as you took in his presence. The eye-catching red feathers, garments made of luxurious fabrics and equipped with white machine parts. He introduced himself as Nil. His gray eyes were stone cold and calculating. But you saw something beneath the ice. A bright flame of obsession with death bordering on madness. Sharp and dangerous like the tip of an arrow.
Expressing his admiration for your ability to kill he then retreated. Leaving the bounty to you.
“We'll meet again, little hunter.” Those were his last words to you. And you hoped he was speaking the truth, because as brief as the interaction was, it left you shaking with excitement.
Weeks later the incident was still on your mind. You couldn't forget Nil. The mysterious and handsome stranger. He lived in your head and bothered you endlessly, especially during lonely nights, forcing you to take shameful action in order to relieve the boiling tension in your core.
You were fully aware that he had simply tested you back then. And you knew that your reaction impressed him. After all, you were not some two-bit mercenary. You were a skilled hunter driven by determination. And you wouldn't ever allow some fool to steal your price. Only that Nil wasn't a fool. Nil was an equally skilled killer. You learned more about him a bit later when you collected the bounty. And those stories you heard only made it harder not to think about him.
A stirring brought you back to reality. Nil had noticed your gaze drifting from the stars to the past.
“What's on your mind, little hunter?” he asked in a low voice, accompanied by a hint of concern. For all his confidence in his skills he always seemed a little worried about you regretting choosing him as a partner. A vulnerable reaction that rooted deep within his complex history and was reserved for your presence only. You valued his authenticity. However, it pained you to see him worried.
You turned your head to look at him. And as you guessed there was a slight veil of sadness over his gray eyes.
“I was just remembering how we met. And that I couldn't get you out of my head ever since,” you said and smiled at him earnestly. “You left a lasting impression.”
He chuckled lightly. “Is that so?”
“Of course. You tried to steal my bounty. On one hand you blew me away with your audacity. And on the other you intrigued me. I had my fair share of fools trying to steal my kills. But you were the first who could have actually pulled it off.”
The corners of his mouth twitched upwards. He himself held the memory of your first encounter dear because he fell in love there. But that was something he wouldn't openly admit, of course.
“Are you calling me a fool?”
“Perhaps?”
He showed his signature crooked grin, lips askew and canine bared. Then without warning he bowed forward to kiss you. Despite the suddenness of his approach and the awkward angle the kiss was tender. You practically melted against his sweet lips. As he retreated, far too soon for your taste, he smiled at your dumbfounded expression.
“Who's the fool now?” Nil laughed.
“I have always been a fool for you,” you admitted truthfully, eyes beaming up at him with love.
You never grew tired of giving him the reassurance he needed, in any way you deemed fitting. Though he never explicitly asked for it. That wouldn't be like him.
You knew about his hurtful past. And were fully aware of what he did during the wars he fought in, and afterwards. It was something he had been very open about with you. Also about his time at Sunstone Rock. You didn't care what he had done. But knowing it helped you to understand him better.
You turned around to kneel before him and he loosened his embrace, hands now resting on your thighs. Thumbs moving slightly to caress your legs. Every touch mirrored part of his profession. Preciseness, purpose and passion.
With the moon illuminating the scene you were able to see more of him than usual. Nil wasn't wearing his fancy red-feathered headpiece nor his vest. Although his armor never covered him up completely, it hid so much of him. Seeing him now partly undressed and somewhat bare for your eye felt incredibly intimate. A gorgeous sight meant to be savored. Because it never lasted too long.
The short black hair you were so fond of was still tousled from earlier when you had swept both hands through the soft strands as you greeted him with a deep kiss. The untamed look suited him. Though it probably didn't harmonize with his otherwise stark nature.
Your affectionate gaze wandered unhindered and soon you caught yourself staring at his chest. The nobel silver light bathed his tanned skin, highlighting scars, old and new. Cold colors were reflected in his gray eyes, revealing hidden thoughts that were usually concealed behind a stoic mask.
His image was divine. You yearned to run your fingers along his body and caress his soul. To worship him. To love him.
Drinking in the epiphany of his magnificence your heart ached. A dull tugging towards him. Undeniable affinity.
“You are beautiful, Nil,” you whispered as if scared that someone unworthy might hear your tender prayer to this forbidden god. “I could get lost in the maze of your eyes forever. I could spend an eternity mapping out the constellations on your skin and it wouldn't be enough to honor them all with due diligence.”
He didn't respond. At least not verbally. His hands twitched ever so slightly, fingers noticeably pressing into the fabric of your pants and digging into the meat of your thighs. And there it was. The opaque glimmer in his eyes. Thirst. A call for blood. His demons were wide awake. And they were hungry. At this moment they were hungry for you. Selfishly you decided to meet them halfway.
With the patience of a hunter, you slowly reached out so as not to startle him. You ran your hands up his arms, feeling the firm muscles, hardened by numerous battles. When you reached his neck, he lowered his head. Not out of shyness, but out of vulnerable abandon. Nil couldn't think of anyone he would ever surrender to except you. For mutual respect weighed heavily.
You cupped his face, urging him tenderly to look at you, admiring the cute freckles sprinkled across his nose. Carefully you caressed the Carja markings under his eye. The circles reminded you of mournful teardrops. You felt compassion even though it was completely inappropriate. Still your gaze softened. And you wondered if he ever shed any tears thinking of the home he left behind to pursue his calling. His path of deliberate violence and bloodshed primordially doomed his life to be spent in solitude. Condemned to walk the world in lonesomeness, only accompanied by his desire to kill, the whirring sound of the bowstring being released and perhaps a short-lived beneficial partnership for hunting purposes at most, but never anything so pure as love. And yet here you were. Two souls lost in a spiral of taking other people's lives. Two relentless hunters driven by individual causes. Unwaveringly united by a common understanding for one's reasons.
An unfocussed thought grazed the edge of your mind. A fading vision of a possible future of how things might end. The only picture you could imagine was a blood-red, blazing sunset. However, that didn't scare you. If anything, you accepted it as fate, because it was only natural.
He noticed the slight change in your face. And perhaps he had read your mind. But Nil would never mistake you for prey. On the contrary, he saw you as an equal. Both of you were highly skilled with bow and spear. Focused, deadly precision. But deep down you suspected he also saw you as competition. That fact represented a dormant threat of which you were well aware, but you would not fight it. Because that would mean going against the laws of nature, and you wouldn't do that.
“I admire your strength, the way you hold your bow, how you never waver. In every fight we stand side by side I consider myself blessed.” Your voice was filled with honest adoration.
You could feel his smile against your hands. And you could see his demons smile through his eyes. Pride may be a sin but he wore it like a crooked crown draped on his head held high.
“I've never met anyone quite like you before. Our time together means everything to me. Be it in battle or in tranquility.” You took a deep breath. “I need you, Nil.”
Your confession of love dripped from your mouth like blood from a spear. Thick and truthful because blood never lies. And Nil carefully collected every drop before it could fall to the floor and seep into the sand, nurturing the flame burning in his soul.
“Then you shall have me. I am here, little hunter. And I will not leave, for I too need you. As a wound needs an arrow, hungry for death,” he declared his consent.
Nil looked at you waiting curiously for your next move. Hands still on his face, you got up on your knees and bowed forwards. Your lips collided in an intense kiss driven by passion. The same fierceness demonstrated when hunting man or machine was undeniably present in the way you showed your love for each other.
Fingers of one hand tangled in his hair and the other placed on his upper arm you pecked the corner of his mouth. As you moved down his neck you felt the pulsing of his blood rushing through his carotid artery against your lips. The sensation clouded your mind for a moment. A rush of primal instinct and desire made you sink your teeth into the junktion between his neck and shoulder. Not hard enough to break the skin but with the right amount of pressure to leave a red mark.
Nil hissed, slightly startled, grabbing your hips by reflex.
“Easy, little hunter, or you'll get in trouble,” he warned in a dark tone and squeezed your flesh to emphasize the seriousness of his threat.
With an apologetic hum you licked and kissed the place you violated. Only to bite down again. His body jerked and you felt him twitch in his pants beneath you. Sheepishly you grinned against his neck, as he cursed.
Nose pressed behind his ear you inhaled his scent. Dark as an arrow shaft made from ridge-wood, heavy as burned metal and sweet as freshly drawn blood. Intoxicating. It enveloped you and your senses, made you irrepressibly greedy for him.
You kissed a path down his strong chest and didn't miss the chance to run your teeth over his tanned skin. You pawed him through his pants and he grew harder when you sucked on a sensitive nipple. His head fell backwards and he sighed, visibly enjoying your affectionate care.
He allowed you to move your lips down to the hem of his pants, but when you reached for the buckle keeping them in place, he stopped you with a gentle tugging on your shoulders. Naturally, he loved being spoiled by you. But tonight his demons were especially hungry and therefore impatient. He couldn't wait to devour you in order to satisfy them. Part of you wanted to defy him. To tease him until he snapped. However, that was not what neither of you two needed tonight. And so you yielded.
He removed your shirt, baring your chest to his gaze. The night was warm and yet you were shivering a little. Maybe his cold eyes were to blame, or maybe the demons lurking behind them. It didn't matter, considering what would come to you next.
Nil softly guided you backwards until you were sprawled out for him on the blanket. His eyes glimmered, admiring the exquisite meal he was about to indulge in. But still, he was a hunter following a strict moral code, and out of respect for you, it was more than appropriate to abide by the rules.
“Do you trust me, little hunter?”
A strange question, coming from him. Trust was rare to find in these lands nowadays. The wounds of the Red Raids had barely healed and new threats were constantly emerging from beneath the sand or behind deceptively genuine smiles. But you did. After everything, he never gave you any reason not to.
“Yes.” You nodded convinced.
“How much?”
“I'd let you burn me alive.”
“Do you want to proceed?”
“Yes!”
Another accepting nod from you and Nil smiled, pleased with your decision. And so you handed him the reins.
You had danced with him before. Not only on the battlefields of various bandit camps. But also in secrecy. Well aware that your bond, carefully woven from blood and splintered bones, would never be accepted by the Carja. But that couldn't stop your feelings for him. Destiny has forged a connection between your fates. Stronger than traditions and social standards.
Nil took his sweet time, momentarily repressing the powerful urging from his instincts to go down on you immediately. His sadistic tendencies wouldn't allow you a quick release. And he wanted to relish in his victory.
His hands explored your exposed torso, scorching your skin with more intensity than the Carja sun ever did. His fingers left burning paths in their wake, covering you in boiling heat.
Along the way he mapped out all the markings he could find. He would never consider them imperfections of your body for they told your moving story. A scar on your side from where the arrow of a bandit sharpshooter ripped into your flesh caught his attention. Nil remembered the day you got it. It was from the first bandit camp you slaughtered together as a team. How you wailed in pain as blood seeped through your clothes. He also remembered how you patched yourself up afterwards. And how he almost tore the stitches open again as he vigorously pounded into you, forcing you to cry out a second time that day.
He paused to grope at your chest, twisting the hardening buds between two fingers. You moaned and your hips bucked upwards. He clicked his tongue at your impatience. On the battlefield he would never torture his opponent, but here and now other rules applied.
Nil brought his mouth to your shoulder. Maybe you should have stopped him, maybe you didn't want to, but you knew his intention. Without hesitation his sharp teeth breached your delicate skin, cruelly repaying you for marking him. You cried out in pain, while a potent spark shot down into your core, fuelling the desire. He groaned at the coppery taste of your tender blood, hard erection pushing against your stomach. It sickened you to see both of your reactions.
His tongue quickly lapped up the bit of red pooling out of the bitemark. He whispered a small apology against the wound and sealed it with a soft kiss.
“You're mine, little hunter.” Nil reminded you. “Do not forget that.” A testimony highlighting the dominant side of his nature.
“I would never!”
Finally he pulled down your pants and gained unrestricted access to what he desired most.
“All of this for me?” he commented as he saw your prominent arousal.
Nil didn't waste another second, he spread your legs to make room for his body and leaned down.
The moment his lips touched you, you gasped. He groaned at the wetness of your sex. This was his doing and knowing he had such a strong effect on you made him proud.
He flicked his tongue out to collect your essence. Like an epicurean, he sampled your flavor and declared your nectar divine. Since the first time your taste had become his favorite and he constantly craved it, almost as much as he craved the killing.
He put his mouth back on you and began to devour you. He licked, sucked and kissed your sensitive area, eliciting the sweetest sounds from your throat. His short beard tickled and his finger dug into your thighs, spreading them even further. Instinctively you grabbed his hair, urging him to continue with his heavenly work on your dripping arousal. You tugged harshly and he groaned against you, the pleasant vibration rumbled through your core.
“Nil, please,” you moaned, “don't stop.”
He took this as encouragement. One hand stayed on your leg and the other found its path to your entrance. He teasingly circled your needy and neglected hole. His twisted nature seeped through the cracks of his shell as he pushed the digit in. Agonizingly slow he worked his way in. You clenched around the intrusion, hoping he would do more soon, knowing you craved more, needed more.
But again he took his time. Knuckle-deep inside you he stilled all of his movements. Lips hovering above your sex, his breath fanned over your need, causing you to shiver.
“Please, please. please,” you cried out in frustration. How could he deny you what you needed most? It appeared as if he had all his sadism reserved for poor little you.
“Perhaps you need a lesson in patience?” he mused mockingly.
The coldhearted grin he shot you from down between your legs twisted your gut around.
“Nil, I beg you.”
You felt no shame in pleading, but you weren't sure you would be able to appeal to his leniency.
The hand still resting in his hair tried to tug him towards your heated middle, but he didn't budge. He withstood like a behemoth being pushed by a watcher. Unimpressed and mildly annoyed.
“Have I wronged you somehow? Why do you need to torture me?” You grew more desperate with every passing second.
Nil shrugged. It was hard to buy his indifference.
“Allow me this sublime moment and I promise you won't regret it. Beg, little hunter.”
You cursed rudely. Also because he slightly curled his finger inside you, underlining his deal. In his eyes it was a fair offer. What a mockery.
“Nil, please, I beg you. I need you like my arrows need a target. Please fuck me,” you whinered pathetically.
Surprisingly, he took pity on you rather quickly. But that was probably due to the increasingly strong tension in his loins. Not even Nil had this much self-control.
He began to pump his finger inside you and gradually increased the speed, while his mouth also returned to your weeping arousal. A string of curses left you. Sparks of electricity spread along your spine, igniting a wildfire destined to dissolve you.
He added a second finger. They curled into that sweet spot and you could have sworn your heart skipped a beat. Waves of heat rushed through you, smoldering in your veins.
The wet sounds of his mouth on you were obscene. Combined with your pathetic moans, the soundscape was on par with a brothel like the ones found in the dark and seedy back alleys of Meridian.
Nil added another digit to spread you open for him. You welcomed the sharp stinging and your hips bucked like a raging strider. Greedily you accepted what he gave you. With every touch he stained you further, spilling his corruption into your system like HADES corrupted this world's machines. His deft fingers worked expertly to bring you pleasure.
“Nil!” His name repeatedly fell from your lips like a prayer. Music to his ears.
Much to your own surprise you used your grip in his black hair to pry his face from your middle.
“I need you inside, please. Take pleasure from me too.”
He didn't need to be told twice. How he had not yet gone insane without touching himself was beyond you. His pants were the last piece of clothing added to the pile next to the blanket. He sighed as his hard cock was freed from the constricting fabric. And after all this preparation Nil finally entered you.
It could be compared to being run over by a trampler. A strong push accompanied by a burning and painful sensation, forcing the air out of your lungs. You clawed at his back in dire search for anything to hold onto as he split you in two. He soothingly kissed your crown, whispering sweet praises, while he waited for you to adjust to his size. Soon the pain turned into pleasure and your breathing steadied.
His gray eyes searched for yours, seeking permission. You gave him a small nod, only then he began to move. Nil started out slow, with long, drawn-out thrusts. Relishing in the tightness and warmth of your welcoming cavern.
When he established a steady rhythm, you moved your hips to meet his. Stirring him to speed up. He drove into you with vigor, hitting the same spot that had you scream his name, again and again, with his signature precision. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead and his breathing became labored. His deep grunts mingled with your moans. Skin slapped against skin. Shamefully primal.
Nil reached between your bodies and began to stroke you. Calloused fingers playing you like an instrument. A tingling sensation slithered down your shaking legs. Toes curling upwards.
It didn't take long for the pressure to reach its peak. An intense, hot white pleasure exploded behind your eyes and the bowstring in your core snapped. An arrow pierced through your heart, unleashing an avalanche. Tingling waves of searing fire poured over you. And you cried out as it drowned you.
He dutifully steered you through your orgasm, drawing out your high until it tilted from joyful to harsh. But he kept going. It became almost unbearable, fire and ice colliding, your body shook and withered beneath him.
Overstimulated you wanted to push him away. However, your desire to protest died when his gray eyes met yours. The maniacal look resembled the one he had when killing. It bared so much familiarity. And maybe because of that you chose to endure.
You should have known he wouldn't show mercy. Not tonight. Not after freeing his demons. There was nothing left for you but surrender to the feeling. You were tainted before but he made sure to spoil you for anyone who might come after him. Ruined you so no one else would ever be enough for you. No one but him.
With one final thrust and a guttural moan he stilled. Nil spent his hot seed inside you, painting your walls bone white. It was almost enough to send you over the edge again.
He caressed your face in delicate devotion. His tenderness felt a little foreign now, just after he had been rough and merciless before.
“You were so good for me,” he praised, while trying to catch his breath. “Thank you, little hunter.”
Your heart still pounded furiously. The sound of your blood rushing in your ears, the echo of the intense high, left you speechless. However, there was no need for more words now.
He pulled out and you hissed at the loss. He took a moment to admire the mess he made of you, seeing his cum dripping from your entrance onto the blanket.
Exhausted Nil laid down next to you. He held his arms open and you followed his invitation to curl up with him. He hugged you tight. You savored your lover's embrace and sighed content.
Above you the stars twinkled in the dark night sky. Heat rose to your cheeks as you realized that the moon had witnessed this forbidden and filthy union. But the silvery light still surrounded you both without judgment. It helped to ease your mind.
Weariness tugged at your consciousness and gently guided you away from the scene. You allowed it to happen and yawned heartily. Only half awake you nestled deeper into his arms, drawn in by his warmth and steady heartbeat.
Nil had his gaze fixed on the glittering firmament, hands lazily drawing patterns on your still heated skin. He and his demons were sated, at least for the moment.
“I love you too, little hunter,” he whispered, careful not to wake you up again. “You will be the death of me. But by the sun, it will be a glorious one.”
Highway Encounter - Travis Hackett x Reader Update✨
Chapter 6: At the Lake is now online 😘 Stuff is happening and things might get nasty.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Rating: Mature ->there will be smut later, I promise
Status: Chapter 6/9
Thank you for all the kudos over at ao3. It really makes me so happy. Love you all💕
I know I've been gone for a while and I am so sorry. But I promised to finish this story. 3 chapters to go. Thank you for being so patient with me.💕
Summary:
Silver moonlight bathed his tanned skin, highlighting scars, old and new. Cold colors were reflected in his gray eyes, revealing hidden thoughts that were usually concealed behind a stoic mask.
His image was divine. You yearned to run your fingers along his body and caress his soul. To worship him. To love him.
Warnings: smut, mention of blood, fingering, oral (reader receiving)
Word count: 4.5k+
AN: I caught another brainrot. Sadly there is not a lot of Nil x Reader content out there. I decided to crosspost this here and over on AO3
It can also be read as Nil x Aloy with a bit of canon divergence if you like.
Little Hunter
His hands were warm. Calloused fingertips gently caressed the exposed skin on your stomach. Your shirt had been deliberately pushed up by him in search of more body contact, not that you mind. It was Nil after all.
The two of you were currently snuggled up together on a blanket placed on a remote hilltop somewhere in the Sundom, hidden away from any prying eye. Both your armor and weapons set aside but still within reach. Above you was the clear sky filled with a thousand shining stars, the silent witnesses of the secret, nightly meeting. The crickets with their song kept you company as well.
He had himself propped up against a smooth rock and you were seated between his legs, back resting against his firm chest. From this position you had an excellent view of the night sky. Strong arms wrapped around you and legs tangled he held you close. You could feel his steady heartbeat and breathing. Peaceful and comforting.
One of your hands was on his knee and you were absentmindedly brushing your thumb in a circular pattern across his joint, which was exposed due to the cut of his pants. You noticed a small scar there to which your touch constantly returned. Just like you were magically drawn towards him. Despite his questionable morale and motives.
Nil pressed a kiss to your temple. A loving gesture you cherished greatly. His short beard tickled on your skin and you grinned. Basking in his attention you felt your muscles and mind relaxing. A content sigh escaped your lips. It seemed paradoxical how you were at home in the embrace of an apex predator like Nil. But to you he was a good man. You knew him and accepted him. Just like he accepted you.
Your thoughts wandered back to the first time you met the Carja warrior. A fateful day as you recalled.
You were out on a bounty hunt. Some bandit leader had set up camp with his friends in the vicinity of a village and threatened the locals with raids and violence. Something you couldn't let happen.
You had been successful with the stealthy approach. All bandits were slaughtered and the leader left at the tip of your spear for a final confrontation. That was when he appeared. The Carja with the red-feathered headpiece. He had watched your infiltration in awe, hidden away in the same shadows that had shrouded you before. Waiting for the right time to make a move. Given the delicate nature of the situation you weren't too happy about his interference.
While he tried to trick you into leaving the bounty to him the bandit leader saw his chance to escape. But you were quicker. Bloodied spear now pointed at the newcomer. You glared at him as you took in his presence. The eye-catching red feathers, garments made of luxurious fabrics and equipped with white machine parts. He introduced himself as Nil. His gray eyes were stone cold and calculating. But you saw something beneath the ice. A bright flame of obsession with death bordering on madness. Sharp and dangerous like the tip of an arrow.
Expressing his admiration for your ability to kill he then retreated. Leaving the bounty to you.
“We'll meet again, little hunter.” Those were his last words to you. And you hoped he was speaking the truth, because as brief as the interaction was, it left you shaking with excitement.
Weeks later the incident was still on your mind. You couldn't forget Nil. The mysterious and handsome stranger. He lived in your head and bothered you endlessly, especially during lonely nights, forcing you to take shameful action in order to relieve the boiling tension in your core.
You were fully aware that he had simply tested you back then. And you knew that your reaction impressed him. After all, you were not some two-bit mercenary. You were a skilled hunter driven by determination. And you wouldn't ever allow some fool to steal your price. Only that Nil wasn't a fool. Nil was an equally skilled killer. You learned more about him a bit later when you collected the bounty. And those stories you heard only made it harder not to think about him.
A stirring brought you back to reality. Nil had noticed your gaze drifting from the stars to the past.
“What's on your mind, little hunter?” he asked in a low voice, accompanied by a hint of concern. For all his confidence in his skills he always seemed a little worried about you regretting choosing him as a partner. A vulnerable reaction that rooted deep within his complex history and was reserved for your presence only. You valued his authenticity. However, it pained you to see him worried.
You turned your head to look at him. And as you guessed there was a slight veil of sadness over his gray eyes.
“I was just remembering how we met. And that I couldn't get you out of my head ever since,” you said and smiled at him earnestly. “You left a lasting impression.”
He chuckled lightly. “Is that so?”
“Of course. You tried to steal my bounty. On one hand you blew me away with your audacity. And on the other you intrigued me. I had my fair share of fools trying to steal my kills. But you were the first who could have actually pulled it off.”
The corners of his mouth twitched upwards. He himself held the memory of your first encounter dear because he fell in love there. But that was something he wouldn't openly admit, of course.
“Are you calling me a fool?”
“Perhaps?”
He showed his signature crooked grin, lips askew and canine bared. Then without warning he bowed forward to kiss you. Despite the suddenness of his approach and the awkward angle the kiss was tender. You practically melted against his sweet lips. As he retreated, far too soon for your taste, he smiled at your dumbfounded expression.
“Who's the fool now?” Nil laughed.
“I have always been a fool for you,” you admitted truthfully, eyes beaming up at him with love.
You never grew tired of giving him the reassurance he needed, in any way you deemed fitting. Though he never explicitly asked for it. That wouldn't be like him.
You knew about his hurtful past. And were fully aware of what he did during the wars he fought in, and afterwards. It was something he had been very open about with you. Also about his time at Sunstone Rock. You didn't care what he had done. But knowing it helped you to understand him better.
You turned around to kneel before him and he loosened his embrace, hands now resting on your thighs. Thumbs moving slightly to caress your legs. Every touch mirrored part of his profession. Preciseness, purpose and passion.
With the moon illuminating the scene you were able to see more of him than usual. Nil wasn't wearing his fancy red-feathered headpiece nor his vest. Although his armor never covered him up completely, it hid so much of him. Seeing him now partly undressed and somewhat bare for your eye felt incredibly intimate. A gorgeous sight meant to be savored. Because it never lasted too long.
The short black hair you were so fond of was still tousled from earlier when you had swept both hands through the soft strands as you greeted him with a deep kiss. The untamed look suited him. Though it probably didn't harmonize with his otherwise stark nature.
Your affectionate gaze wandered unhindered and soon you caught yourself staring at his chest. The nobel silver light bathed his tanned skin, highlighting scars, old and new. Cold colors were reflected in his gray eyes, revealing hidden thoughts that were usually concealed behind a stoic mask.
His image was divine. You yearned to run your fingers along his body and caress his soul. To worship him. To love him.
Drinking in the epiphany of his magnificence your heart ached. A dull tugging towards him. Undeniable affinity.
“You are beautiful, Nil,” you whispered as if scared that someone unworthy might hear your tender prayer to this forbidden god. “I could get lost in the maze of your eyes forever. I could spend an eternity mapping out the constellations on your skin and it wouldn't be enough to honor them all with due diligence.”
He didn't respond. At least not verbally. His hands twitched ever so slightly, fingers noticeably pressing into the fabric of your pants and digging into the meat of your thighs. And there it was. The opaque glimmer in his eyes. Thirst. A call for blood. His demons were wide awake. And they were hungry. At this moment they were hungry for you. Selfishly you decided to meet them halfway.
With the patience of a hunter, you slowly reached out so as not to startle him. You ran your hands up his arms, feeling the firm muscles, hardened by numerous battles. When you reached his neck, he lowered his head. Not out of shyness, but out of vulnerable abandon. Nil couldn't think of anyone he would ever surrender to except you. For mutual respect weighed heavily.
You cupped his face, urging him tenderly to look at you, admiring the cute freckles sprinkled across his nose. Carefully you caressed the Carja markings under his eye. The circles reminded you of mournful teardrops. You felt compassion even though it was completely inappropriate. Still your gaze softened. And you wondered if he ever shed any tears thinking of the home he left behind to pursue his calling. His path of deliberate violence and bloodshed primordially doomed his life to be spent in solitude. Condemned to walk the world in lonesomeness, only accompanied by his desire to kill, the whirring sound of the bowstring being released and perhaps a short-lived beneficial partnership for hunting purposes at most, but never anything so pure as love. And yet here you were. Two souls lost in a spiral of taking other people's lives. Two relentless hunters driven by individual causes. Unwaveringly united by a common understanding for one's reasons.
An unfocussed thought grazed the edge of your mind. A fading vision of a possible future of how things might end. The only picture you could imagine was a blood-red, blazing sunset. However, that didn't scare you. If anything, you accepted it as fate, because it was only natural.
He noticed the slight change in your face. And perhaps he had read your mind. But Nil would never mistake you for prey. On the contrary, he saw you as an equal. Both of you were highly skilled with bow and spear. Focused, deadly precision. But deep down you suspected he also saw you as competition. That fact represented a dormant threat of which you were well aware, but you would not fight it. Because that would mean going against the laws of nature, and you wouldn't do that.
“I admire your strength, the way you hold your bow, how you never waver. In every fight we stand side by side I consider myself blessed.” Your voice was filled with honest adoration.
You could feel his smile against your hands. And you could see his demons smile through his eyes. Pride may be a sin but he wore it like a crooked crown draped on his head held high.
“I've never met anyone quite like you before. Our time together means everything to me. Be it in battle or in tranquility.” You took a deep breath. “I need you, Nil.”
Your confession of love dripped from your mouth like blood from a spear. Thick and truthful because blood never lies. And Nil carefully collected every drop before it could fall to the floor and seep into the sand, nurturing the flame burning in his soul.
“Then you shall have me. I am here, little hunter. And I will not leave, for I too need you. As a wound needs an arrow, hungry for death,” he declared his consent.
Nil looked at you waiting curiously for your next move. Hands still on his face, you got up on your knees and bowed forwards. Your lips collided in an intense kiss driven by passion. The same fierceness demonstrated when hunting man or machine was undeniably present in the way you showed your love for each other.
Fingers of one hand tangled in his hair and the other placed on his upper arm you pecked the corner of his mouth. As you moved down his neck you felt the pulsing of his blood rushing through his carotid artery against your lips. The sensation clouded your mind for a moment. A rush of primal instinct and desire made you sink your teeth into the junktion between his neck and shoulder. Not hard enough to break the skin but with the right amount of pressure to leave a red mark.
Nil hissed, slightly startled, grabbing your hips by reflex.
“Easy, little hunter, or you'll get in trouble,” he warned in a dark tone and squeezed your flesh to emphasize the seriousness of his threat.
With an apologetic hum you licked and kissed the place you violated. Only to bite down again. His body jerked and you felt him twitch in his pants beneath you. Sheepishly you grinned against his neck, as he cursed.
Nose pressed behind his ear you inhaled his scent. Dark as an arrow shaft made from ridge-wood, heavy as burned metal and sweet as freshly drawn blood. Intoxicating. It enveloped you and your senses, made you irrepressibly greedy for him.
You kissed a path down his strong chest and didn't miss the chance to run your teeth over his tanned skin. You pawed him through his pants and he grew harder when you sucked on a sensitive nipple. His head fell backwards and he sighed, visibly enjoying your affectionate care.
He allowed you to move your lips down to the hem of his pants, but when you reached for the buckle keeping them in place, he stopped you with a gentle tugging on your shoulders. Naturally, he loved being spoiled by you. But tonight his demons were especially hungry and therefore impatient. He couldn't wait to devour you in order to satisfy them. Part of you wanted to defy him. To tease him until he snapped. However, that was not what neither of you two needed tonight. And so you yielded.
He removed your shirt, baring your chest to his gaze. The night was warm and yet you were shivering a little. Maybe his cold eyes were to blame, or maybe the demons lurking behind them. It didn't matter, considering what would come to you next.
Nil softly guided you backwards until you were sprawled out for him on the blanket. His eyes glimmered, admiring the exquisite meal he was about to indulge in. But still, he was a hunter following a strict moral code, and out of respect for you, it was more than appropriate to abide by the rules.
“Do you trust me, little hunter?”
A strange question, coming from him. Trust was rare to find in these lands nowadays. The wounds of the Red Raids had barely healed and new threats were constantly emerging from beneath the sand or behind deceptively genuine smiles. But you did. After everything, he never gave you any reason not to.
“Yes.” You nodded convinced.
“How much?”
“I'd let you burn me alive.”
“Do you want to proceed?”
“Yes!”
Another accepting nod from you and Nil smiled, pleased with your decision. And so you handed him the reins.
You had danced with him before. Not only on the battlefields of various bandit camps. But also in secrecy. Well aware that your bond, carefully woven from blood and splintered bones, would never be accepted by the Carja. But that couldn't stop your feelings for him. Destiny has forged a connection between your fates. Stronger than traditions and social standards.
Nil took his sweet time, momentarily repressing the powerful urging from his instincts to go down on you immediately. His sadistic tendencies wouldn't allow you a quick release. And he wanted to relish in his victory.
His hands explored your exposed torso, scorching your skin with more intensity than the Carja sun ever did. His fingers left burning paths in their wake, covering you in boiling heat.
Along the way he mapped out all the markings he could find. He would never consider them imperfections of your body for they told your moving story. A scar on your side from where the arrow of a bandit sharpshooter ripped into your flesh caught his attention. Nil remembered the day you got it. It was from the first bandit camp you slaughtered together as a team. How you wailed in pain as blood seeped through your clothes. He also remembered how you patched yourself up afterwards. And how he almost tore the stitches open again as he vigorously pounded into you, forcing you to cry out a second time that day.
He paused to grope at your chest, twisting the hardening buds between two fingers. You moaned and your hips bucked upwards. He clicked his tongue at your impatience. On the battlefield he would never torture his opponent, but here and now other rules applied.
Nil brought his mouth to your shoulder. Maybe you should have stopped him, maybe you didn't want to, but you knew his intention. Without hesitation his sharp teeth breached your delicate skin, cruelly repaying you for marking him. You cried out in pain, while a potent spark shot down into your core, fuelling the desire. He groaned at the coppery taste of your tender blood, hard erection pushing against your stomach. It sickened you to see both of your reactions.
His tongue quickly lapped up the bit of red pooling out of the bitemark. He whispered a small apology against the wound and sealed it with a soft kiss.
“You're mine, little hunter.” Nil reminded you. “Do not forget that.” A testimony highlighting the dominant side of his nature.
“I would never!”
Finally he pulled down your pants and gained unrestricted access to what he desired most.
“All of this for me?” he commented as he saw your prominent arousal.
Nil didn't waste another second, he spread your legs to make room for his body and leaned down.
The moment his lips touched you, you gasped. He groaned at the wetness of your sex. This was his doing and knowing he had such a strong effect on you made him proud.
He flicked his tongue out to collect your essence. Like an epicurean, he sampled your flavor and declared your nectar divine. Since the first time your taste had become his favorite and he constantly craved it, almost as much as he craved the killing.
He put his mouth back on you and began to devour you. He licked, sucked and kissed your sensitive area, eliciting the sweetest sounds from your throat. His short beard tickled and his finger dug into your thighs, spreading them even further. Instinctively you grabbed his hair, urging him to continue with his heavenly work on your dripping arousal. You tugged harshly and he groaned against you, the pleasant vibration rumbled through your core.
“Nil, please,” you moaned, “don't stop.”
He took this as encouragement. One hand stayed on your leg and the other found its path to your entrance. He teasingly circled your needy and neglected hole. His twisted nature seeped through the cracks of his shell as he pushed the digit in. Agonizingly slow he worked his way in. You clenched around the intrusion, hoping he would do more soon, knowing you craved more, needed more.
But again he took his time. Knuckle-deep inside you he stilled all of his movements. Lips hovering above your sex, his breath fanned over your need, causing you to shiver.
“Please, please. please,” you cried out in frustration. How could he deny you what you needed most? It appeared as if he had all his sadism reserved for poor little you.
“Perhaps you need a lesson in patience?” he mused mockingly.
The coldhearted grin he shot you from down between your legs twisted your gut around.
“Nil, I beg you.”
You felt no shame in pleading, but you weren't sure you would be able to appeal to his leniency.
The hand still resting in his hair tried to tug him towards your heated middle, but he didn't budge. He withstood like a behemoth being pushed by a watcher. Unimpressed and mildly annoyed.
“Have I wronged you somehow? Why do you need to torture me?” You grew more desperate with every passing second.
Nil shrugged. It was hard to buy his indifference.
“Allow me this sublime moment and I promise you won't regret it. Beg, little hunter.”
You cursed rudely. Also because he slightly curled his finger inside you, underlining his deal. In his eyes it was a fair offer. What a mockery.
“Nil, please, I beg you. I need you like my arrows need a target. Please fuck me,” you whinered pathetically.
Surprisingly, he took pity on you rather quickly. But that was probably due to the increasingly strong tension in his loins. Not even Nil had this much self-control.
He began to pump his finger inside you and gradually increased the speed, while his mouth also returned to your weeping arousal. A string of curses left you. Sparks of electricity spread along your spine, igniting a wildfire destined to dissolve you.
He added a second finger. They curled into that sweet spot and you could have sworn your heart skipped a beat. Waves of heat rushed through you, smoldering in your veins.
The wet sounds of his mouth on you were obscene. Combined with your pathetic moans, the soundscape was on par with a brothel like the ones found in the dark and seedy back alleys of Meridian.
Nil added another digit to spread you open for him. You welcomed the sharp stinging and your hips bucked like a raging strider. Greedily you accepted what he gave you. With every touch he stained you further, spilling his corruption into your system like HADES corrupted this world's machines. His deft fingers worked expertly to bring you pleasure.
“Nil!” His name repeatedly fell from your lips like a prayer. Music to his ears.
Much to your own surprise you used your grip in his black hair to pry his face from your middle.
“I need you inside, please. Take pleasure from me too.”
He didn't need to be told twice. How he had not yet gone insane without touching himself was beyond you. His pants were the last piece of clothing added to the pile next to the blanket. He sighed as his hard cock was freed from the constricting fabric. And after all this preparation Nil finally entered you.
It could be compared to being run over by a trampler. A strong push accompanied by a burning and painful sensation, forcing the air out of your lungs. You clawed at his back in dire search for anything to hold onto as he split you in two. He soothingly kissed your crown, whispering sweet praises, while he waited for you to adjust to his size. Soon the pain turned into pleasure and your breathing steadied.
His gray eyes searched for yours, seeking permission. You gave him a small nod, only then he began to move. Nil started out slow, with long, drawn-out thrusts. Relishing in the tightness and warmth of your welcoming cavern.
When he established a steady rhythm, you moved your hips to meet his. Stirring him to speed up. He drove into you with vigor, hitting the same spot that had you scream his name, again and again, with his signature precision. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead and his breathing became labored. His deep grunts mingled with your moans. Skin slapped against skin. Shamefully primal.
Nil reached between your bodies and began to stroke you. Calloused fingers playing you like an instrument. A tingling sensation slithered down your shaking legs. Toes curling upwards.
It didn't take long for the pressure to reach its peak. An intense, hot white pleasure exploded behind your eyes and the bowstring in your core snapped. An arrow pierced through your heart, unleashing an avalanche. Tingling waves of searing fire poured over you. And you cried out as it drowned you.
He dutifully steered you through your orgasm, drawing out your high until it tilted from joyful to harsh. But he kept going. It became almost unbearable, fire and ice colliding, your body shook and withered beneath him.
Overstimulated you wanted to push him away. However, your desire to protest died when his gray eyes met yours. The maniacal look resembled the one he had when killing. It bared so much familiarity. And maybe because of that you chose to endure.
You should have known he wouldn't show mercy. Not tonight. Not after freeing his demons. There was nothing left for you but surrender to the feeling. You were tainted before but he made sure to spoil you for anyone who might come after him. Ruined you so no one else would ever be enough for you. No one but him.
With one final thrust and a guttural moan he stilled. Nil spent his hot seed inside you, painting your walls bone white. It was almost enough to send you over the edge again.
He caressed your face in delicate devotion. His tenderness felt a little foreign now, just after he had been rough and merciless before.
“You were so good for me,” he praised, while trying to catch his breath. “Thank you, little hunter.”
Your heart still pounded furiously. The sound of your blood rushing in your ears, the echo of the intense high, left you speechless. However, there was no need for more words now.
He pulled out and you hissed at the loss. He took a moment to admire the mess he made of you, seeing his cum dripping from your entrance onto the blanket.
Exhausted Nil laid down next to you. He held his arms open and you followed his invitation to curl up with him. He hugged you tight. You savored your lover's embrace and sighed content.
Above you the stars twinkled in the dark night sky. Heat rose to your cheeks as you realized that the moon had witnessed this forbidden and filthy union. But the silvery light still surrounded you both without judgment. It helped to ease your mind.
Weariness tugged at your consciousness and gently guided you away from the scene. You allowed it to happen and yawned heartily. Only half awake you nestled deeper into his arms, drawn in by his warmth and steady heartbeat.
Nil had his gaze fixed on the glittering firmament, hands lazily drawing patterns on your still heated skin. He and his demons were sated, at least for the moment.
“I love you too, little hunter,” he whispered, careful not to wake you up again. “You will be the death of me. But by the sun, it will be a glorious one.”
I'm not dead. I'm just struggling with life at the moment.
Work is kicking my ass and most evenings I'm too tired to write much. And I've been feeling a little uninspired lately. But I'm still working on all my fics. And I don't plan on abandoning them! I promise!!! I just need a little more time.
As for the special Travis related project, I'm still on it, but it also needs time. I work as fast as I can.
I hope everyone is doing fine. I'm sending you all a hug ❤️
You’re kneeling in front of him and reach out to open his belt. But he pushes your hands away and does it himself. The old control freak.
"Patience, kid," he growls at you. Then his belt buckle clicks.
"Though I appreciate how eager you are." A cruel grin appears on his face.
You lick your lips as you’re presented with a mouthwatering sight and pride washes over you. This is your doing. All your innocent yet deliberate touches were responsible. The way you had moved around him the entire evening, like a bobcat stalking its prey. Sly smiles and suggestive looks. You did a great job in finally making your dirty dream come true.
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The evening had started rather boring. The annual Hackett’s Quarry summer party was hardly the right thing for you. People were chatting, laughing and drinking. The lodge felt crowded, although most of the folks had gathered outside to enjoy the warm night. Chris Hackett was busy telling camp stories at the bonfire. And while the other counselors seemingly enjoyed the party, you felt very much out of place.
That was until he walked in. Sheriff Travis Hackett, obviously invited by his brother, looked so different than usual. But the casual clothes were a nice change. Seeing the sheriff off duty posed to be a stroke of luck. Of course, you had a thing for him in his uniform. But the black fabric always made him unreachable, a dutiful man of law who never strayed off the track. You were intent on changing that. He seemed equally lost and misplaced. And you sensed your chance. So you walked over, very casually.
"Good evening, sheriff," you greeted him, grinning friendly.
His face lit up when his eyes met yours.
"Evening, kid," he smiled, relieved to see you.
When you reached him, you put a hand on his bicep and gave him a reassuring squeeze. He tensed briefly, but soon relaxed again.
A mischievous plan formed in your wicked mind. You had been fantasizing about it ever since your first meeting. Tonight you were determined to turn this fantasy into reality.
To be continued…😈
@blood-and-silver We talked about this, I haven’t forgotten, gonna finish it soon, promise <3
Is your kaz fic going to mention the hamburger thing? cause I loved that in the game its the only time we really get to hear Kaz back as his former self
Ohhh, the hamburgers of Kazuhira Miller. My heart is aching when I think about it. You're right, that was the only time we had the old Kaz back 😭 I also loved that very much!!
So to answer your question: yes, the hamburger thing will be mentioned, although not in the direct sequel to Cooking with Kaz but in the one that will follow after that. Because I feel the setting is not right yet.
Please have a little more patience with me, my dear anon. I'm working as fast as I can. And thank you for the ask💕
lawd have mercy i love your highway encounter fic 🤧 you write his morally conflicted self in a way that’s so delicious I LOVE IT
Aaahhh, thank you very, very much, my dear anon!! That is so nice of you to say and it makes me really happy!!🥰💕
Travis is such a fun character to write but at the same time pretty challenging. I am so delighted to hear that you like my interpretation of our sheriff💕
The Highway Encounter will continue soon, promise! Thank you for your patience😊
