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This is a collection of short stories based within 'The Full Deck Series'. The ratings will range from teen to explicit. Each story will be a complete one shot, but it will be an always continuing collection.
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- Part 3 of A Full Deck
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09 Aug 2024
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Laura has been visiting Travis, their interactions limited to wordless sex under the cover of darkness. When Travis finds himself unable to hold up his end of the deal, he spirals.
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“So, what do I have, Travis?”
Laura marched past him into the brisk night air and sat down on the top step. She drew her knees to her chest.
“I just have you,” she said without looking at him.
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05 Aug 2024
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Based on this quote from twitter: “when they love eating pussy so much by the time they’re done they already came in their pants… the receiver offering to reciprocate just to be met with the sight of a big wet spot between their thighs… making fun of them a little for it…”
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08 Jun 2024
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The Sheriff scares her. Laura would die before she would let him know it. But he does. A bone deep chill that threads taut down her spine and pulls whenever he turns the full force of his black stare on her, bares his teeth, locks his jaw. Still, she digs beneath his skin for answers, cuts with her words and burning eyes. Tenses and waits for him to strike, to end her stream of inquiries and insults with crushing palms, or his fist, or his gun...
Nearly a month passes. It never comes.
Instead, he only feeds them three times a day like clockwork. Let's them shower every few days or so. And takes each and every single thing she throws at him.
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03 May 2024
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Travis often dreams of her.
Well, dream might not be the best word for what he sees when he closes his eyes. Nightmares would suit it better.
Sometimes, he doesn’t even have to be asleep to feel the cut of glass in his palm. The old, silvered mirror clutched tight enough to draw blood as the snarling beast above him tore at the flesh of his forearm.
A crack of the shotgun bathed the room in light, and when his eyes opened, Laura Kearney sat in his lap. While most of her was bathed in the blood of the bestial form, her lips were painted red with his.
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04 Apr 2024