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sergeantbarnessdoll · 8 months ago
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Sebastian Stan characters finding out you’re pregnant » Lee Bodecker
Pairings: Lee Bodecker x Female Reader
Summary: Lee finds out you’re pregnant.
Warnings: Fluff, language, pet names
Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes.
Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier
GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found it on Pinterest.
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You two would find out a couple weeks after a “fun” night in his car. You took the pregnancy test, but haven’t told him yet. You’ve been meaning to tell him, but you wanted to do it in a special and cute way. Lee actually found the pregnancy test on the bathroom sink counter one morning when he was getting ready for work. He woke you up with the pregnancy test in his hand and asked you if it’s true. Once you confirmed it, he gave you the biggest hug in the world.
Lee went to work with a huge smile on his face that day.
Everyone at the police station congratulated the two of you.
Knockemstiff is a small town so it didn’t take long for everyone in town to find out. Anyone who knows you and Lee congratulated you guys.
Lee has always wanted a family. The second he laid his eyes on you, he knew he wanted you to be the mother of his children.
He devotes all of his time to you during your pregnancy.
He always knows when you’re hungry. One day, he came home to see you eating his chocolate and you said “It was the baby’s idea. Not mine.” If you get hungry late at night, Lee would go and get whatever you want from a store that’s open late at night.
During his late night talking sessions with the baby, he’ll tell the baby that he’s a Sheriff and he will do everything he can to protect him or her and you.
Lee is the Sheriff in town, but he’s the king of massages. He makes you feel like you’re in a whole different world when he’s giving you massages.
Lee would most definitely be obsessed with the way your belly looks in dresses when your baby bump starts showing.
When you and Lee are out in public and someone so as much as stare at you, he’ll scare them away by threatening to arrest them.
When you two are shopping for baby clothes, you would start crying cause of how small and cute the baby clothes are.
Lee wants a boy and you want a girl. Just as long as the baby is healthy, you two don’t mind what the gender is.
Before Lee leaves for work every morning, he says to the baby “I have to go to work. Be good for mommy.” and gives your baby bump a soft kiss.
Once you and Lee were cuddling and the baby kicked and your baby bump was against his stomach so he definitely felt it. It actually made the two of you laugh.
You made the baby a cute onesie that says “Daddy’s Little Sheriff”.
You made Lee a t-shirt that says “Sheriff Daddy”.
Lee always comes home with your favorite snacks.
When you visit Lee at the station, everyone knows you belong to the Sheriff cause you’re pregnant with his child.
He would take some time off of work towards the end of your pregnancy and after the baby is born.
Over all, Lee is the happiest man in the world and he’s even more happier that you’re having his baby.
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sgt-seabass · 1 year ago
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𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍
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pairing — vampire!Lee Bodecker x reader w/c — 100 words warnings — vampirism, blood drinking, dark elements a/n — written for The Basement Spouses writing challenge, with the prompt Lee Bodecker + “Be good for me, baby. We wouldn’t want to see those tears again.” this is the first thing i've written in months. thank you to @vellicore for helping me get my muse back and @vonalyn for quelling my anxieties.
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The soft flicker of the candle swirled into beautiful hues, the only sound in the room Lee’s soft grunts as he drank your life’s essence. 
For something so macabre, having your blood drained by your captor was surprisingly soothing. 
When he pulled away, mouth covered in your blood, you became cognisant for a moment.
You’d been his thrall for years. Did anyone miss you? You looked at the candle. How many birthdays had you missed?
Lee cupped your face, examining the distress in your eyes, feeding on your emotions like he did your blood. 
A whimper left your lips, and he grinned. “Be good for me, baby. We wouldn’t want to see those tears again.”
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shadeysprings · 1 year ago
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No Way Out
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—Serial Killer!Lee Bodecker x F!Reader
Summary — With the serial killer targeting boys, you thought you were safe. Until you weren’t.
Warnings — entrapment, use of hunting equipment, serial killer vibes, and just overall hopelessness.
A/N — Written for The Basement Spouses 100-word writing challenge with the prompt “Be good for me, Baby. We wouldn’t want to see those tears again.”
This may simply be a drabble but your feedback and reblogs will be highly appreciated ❤️ love love love
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Chest heaving, you cry as your foot burns from the pain of the bear trap that has caught you.
You thought you were going to make it. But you were wrong, and stupid to believe that help will ever come your way.
Heavy footsteps echo throughout the cabin, and your eyes grow wide in fear, heart pounding against your chest when you see Lee enter with blood stains on his hands and darkness swirling in his blue eyes.
Crouching down, he wipes away your tears and says, “Be good for me, Baby. We wouldn’t want to see those tears again.”
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thornsnvultures · 1 year ago
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pride
lee bodecker x wife!reader
cw: 18+ nsft, smut, p in v sex, creampie, lee being a neglectful husband at first, 640 w
a/n: something short and sweet for @nickfowlerrr 's seven deadly sins event. I missed writing for Lee and wanted to write a smutty little fluff piece for him 🖤
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"I'm the luckiest man on earth."
At first you weren't sure that you heard him right. Lee didn't talk much when he was fucking you, at least not lately. For a while he would just get his rocks off and roll off you, immediately falling asleep while you laid there and stared at the ceiling until you fell asleep.
God only knows how long it's been since Lee talked to you sweet at all. But it happened in every marriage, the eventual slough off into the mundane, right? No more flowers or date nights. No more Lee taking his sweet time with your body like he used to. You almost didn't want to jinx it by asking him to repeat himself, afraid of breaking whatever spell had been cast that brought the old Lee back to you.
But he broke it for you.
"You know why I'm lucky, sweetheart?" His big hand brushes your cheek, turning your head on your pillow so he could see your face. His hips had stilled as he looked at you, those bright blue eyes roaming your face. He was waiting for you to answer.
"W-why?"
Lee leans over you, draping his big body across your back, his belly pushing into the dip of your arched spine, and kisses your cheek. The angle pushes his cock into your inner walls and you gasp, squeezing a groan out of your man.
"Cause I got a pretty little thing like you in my bed, that's why."
"Oh, Lee."
Your husband presses more kisses along your jaw as he grinds his cock into that same spot. You're on fire, your insides lighting up like a fire doused in gasoline.
"M'sorry I haven't been takin' care of you like I should, darlin'. Not when you take such good care of me." Lee's words whispered in your ear sends shivers down your spine.
"It's alright-"
"It's not-," Lee growls, shooting up straight and drawing his cock out almost all the way only to slam it back in with a harsh slap that makes your teeth rattle in your head. "It's not alright."
Lee grabs your hips, gripping your soft flesh as he pounds into you.
"You're my wife," he growls again as his hips set a punishing pace. You can barely breathe, gasping and whining as you scramble for purchase on soft sheets so he doesn't fuck you into the headboard. "My perfect, sweet little wife. With the sweetest little pussy I've ever known." He punctuates nearly every word with a thrust of his hips, his cock bullying your tight walls in the most delicious way.
"I couldn't be any more proud of you, darlin'," he says as he drops to a hand by your head so he can reach under you, reach that aching bud that'll push you over the edge, the one he's ignored for way too long. "Couldn't be any more proud to call you my wife."
Lee's thick fingers circle your clit and within seconds you're crumbling, crying out and shaking to pieces as you come around his cock. Moments later Lee's right there with you, shouting into the nape of your neck as his balls empty, filling you near to burst with his sticky cum.
"I'm sorry I haven't been treatin' you right, darlin'," Lee tells you again when he comes back to bed later with a warm, wet washcloth. "Been so busy at the station and I got the election coming up," Lee sighs and shakes his head. "But I won't let it happen any more."
"You mean it, Lee?"
Once you're clean he wraps you up in his arms, his big hands rubbing your back as you settle into his chest.
"I said it once and I'll say it again," Lee smiles, "I do. Cause you're the best damn thing that's ever happened to me."
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sweetiebarnes · 1 year ago
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Lights Out
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Pairing: Demon!Lee Bodecker x F!Reader
Summary: Your innocence is exactly what he craves.
Word Count: 100
Warnings: Implied future noncon/dubcon, soul claiming, Demon!Lee (he's a warning)
This is my entry for The Basement Spouses writing challenge. The challenge this week was to write a piece in 100 words or less about Lee Bodecker using the prompt “Be good for me, baby. We wouldn’t want to see those tears again.”
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You were a good girl, which was exactly why you believed something like this wouldn’t happen. Your priest taught you to pray and fear not. But it seemed that your prayers were no match against him.
God loved pure girls, but the devil did too. Your innocence was what he craved most, and he was finally here to claim you.
By morning, you would belong to him.
His black orbs gaze upon your delicate skin as his wings pierce into your mattress – trapping you beneath his weight. 
“Be good for me, baby. We wouldn’t want to see those tears again.”
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imyourbratzdoll · 2 years ago
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𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒆 (mon biche)
valentine's day masterlist - gingerbread house
summary - you and lee do some baking... well you bake, and he eats...
the gif and headers I use aren't mine.
Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.
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Lee grumbles, making his way into the kitchen and up the small ladder leading to the counter’s top. Huffing as he finally reaches the top, rolling onto his back as his chubby little tummy moves up and down. “Why da hell haven’t we got an elevator yet.” He grunts, rolling to his front and getting onto his knees. “Stupid fucking ladder, always wanting me to do some sort of fucking exercise.” As Lee stands, he looks down at his little tummy and rubs it, pouting.
“Are you done, little baby?” He whips around, staring wide-eyed before scowling. He huffs, sauntering over with his hands on his hips. 
“How long ya been standing there?” Lee glares, trying to hold back the blush threatening to show on his cheeks. 
You raise a brow, “Long enough, now. Are you ready to bake the gingerbread men? That is what you wanted to do, right?” He nods, coming closer to where you and the ingredients are, licking his lips at the sight of the yummy stuff. “Okay, so we’ll start with the gingerbread men, and while they are baking, we’ll build the gingerbread house?” 
Lee’s stomach grumbles at the thought of all the delicious food. “Uh, huh.” He settles close to everything, beginning to help pour and stir the ingredients. Soft giggles escape him before he covers them with coughs as you tickle his chubby tummy. Once you and Lee have finished making the biscuits and placed them in the oven, you grab his tiny form and carry him over to the table where everything for the gingerbread house is set up. Lee’s eyes widen, and his mouth drops open at the sight of more yummy things. 
You place him gently onto the table before taking your seat. The kitchen is filled with laughter, concentrated faces and a giant mess on Lee’s face as he continues to eat his way through the decorating. “Lee, baby. Nothing will be left for the house if you keep eating it all.”
He looks at you and pouts, his whole body covered in white frosting as he continues to chew what’s left in his mouth. “But… It’s so good….” He rubs his tummy again, staring at you with sad eyes as you gently smile at him. A giant grin appears on his face as you slide a bowl of m&m’s over to him, his tiny self practically diving toward it as he grabs a handful, eating one while placing another on the house. 
You smile before continuing to decorate until the timer goes off. You stand and head over, opening the oven door and placing oven mitts on before carefully removing the tray. You smile at how well they’ve turned out and turn your head as you hear a little huff coming from the table, giggling as you see Lee standing on his tippy toes, trying to have a look as well. His little eyes are vast, and his mouth hangs open as he struggles. You begin to walk over to the table with the tray, carefully placing them down onto the table and hearing a pleased noise escape Lee as he looks at them. 
You both continue with the gingerbread house as you wait for the gingerbread men to cool, giggling as Lee keeps looking over at them with heart eyes, mouth practically drooling. Once everything is done and the biscuits are cooled, Lee looks at you for permission to touch them, and the minute you nod. He quickly waddles over and picks one up, bringing it over and placing it down next to you before continuing to do the same with the rest of them. Your brows furrow as you notice one of the men with some of his head missing. You slowly look over to Lee, who has his hands behind his back, rocking on his feet as he looks up at you innocently. “Did you take a bite, baby?” His little head shakes, mouth slowly moving. “No? Are you sure? What’s in your mouth then?” Lee shrugs, pouting. You shake your head with a small smile, “Hmm, I guess you wouldn’t mind if you don’t get any then?” 
Lee’s mouth drops open, and his brows furrow as he stares at you. “Wha? Why? What? I may have had a tiny… Tiny bite, but I deserve to eat as much with all the hard work I did.” He notices you smile as your brow raises, and he glares, “You did that just for me to confess, didn’t you?” He huffs as you nod before nuzzling into your hand as you stroke his cheek.
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alltheficsiwant · 6 months ago
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Ohhhhh. 🤭🤭🤭
You’re Sheriff Bodecker’s sweet housewife and when he gets home he makes you sit in his lap and warm his cock while he feeds you the dinner you cooked him and then fucks you on the table for dessert 🥰
dinner and a treat.. 🥧
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notes: for the five sentence ficlet game. punctuation is atrocious and i still cheated lmao. but thanks so much for sending this in! ❤️‍🔥 18+ only. this drabble contains smut.
You feel his cock twitch inside of you as you gasp when he shifts a bit in his seat, leaning forward to fork the last piece of the steak you’d made for dinner; one arm across you to keep your back against his broad chest while he keeps you seated pretty in his lap, his cock buried deep inside your sweet, warm pussy.
Lee chuckles at your sensitivity as he brings the fork to your lips, watching, enamored as your lips part for him and you take the last bite; you aren’t sure if the sigh that leaves you is from the taste or the fact that the plate is finally cleared and your suffering is about to end. You attempt to get up, but are easily pulled back down by Lee’s broad hands on your hips - the pull somehow has his thick cock hitting even deeper inside of you as you moan at the unexpected moment and delightful stimulation it brings with it… you almost want to try getting up again as it’s been your only successful attempt at finally getting Lee to let you move.
You don’t have to, though, as he seems to change his mind about keeping you seated and pushes you back up, then over the table in the same second, “All done with dinner, darlin’. I’m thinkin’ it’s time for dessert,” he purrs against your ear as he leans over you, swiftly lining himself up to your slick entrance and sinking into you with little resistance as your walls readily welcome the stretch of him and he groans, setting a fast and hard pace, “Don’tcha think?”
Your moans and mewls are his only response as you touch one of his hands holding your hips and keeping the skirt of your dress up as he slams into you over and over, the table thrumming beneath you, his name like a prayer falling off your tongue as he fucks you through your long awaited orgasm - the first of the night, and if Lee has it his way, it’ll be far from the last.
He knows you’ll complain later about the pie you’d made going cold, but right now all he wants is to fuck you silly on every surface of the kitchen he can; he’s been waiting for his dessert all damn day.
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The Club AU
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A collection of drabbles that intersect at the same club.
THE DUFF (Curtis Everett, Snowpiercer)
NIGHTLIFE (Lee Bodecker, The Devil All the Time)
WASTED (Bucky Barnes, MCU)
SNAKE EYES (Loki, MCU)
MISE EN PLACE (Thor, MCU)
BLACK LIGHT (August Walker, Mission Impossible)
CAUSE OF ACTION (Andy Barber, Defending Jacob)
CARPE NOCTEM (Lloyd Hansen, The Gray Man)
BAD REPUTATION (Frank Castle, The Punisher)
UP ALL NIGHT (Ransom Drysdale, Knives Out)
IF YOU CAN’T DANCE (Jonathan Pine, The Night Manager)
HANGOVER (Johnny Storm, Fantastic Four)
TREAT YOU (Peter Parker, MCU)
NIGHT MOVES (Nick Fowler, The 355)
AT FIRST SIGHT (Captain Syverson, Sand Castle)
YOU MAKE ME WANNA (Walter Marshall, Night Hunter)
MEMBERS ONLY (Tommy Shelby, Peaky Blinders)
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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 month ago
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A Gift From the Heart
Warnings: noncon, and other dark elements. Not all kinks or triggers are tagged. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
Summary: As you adjust to life on your own, the retired Sheriff makes sure that you're kept comfortable.
Character: silverfox! Lee Bodecker
Day Thirty of the December Daze Challenge.
Prompt - a homemade gift.
Note: As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.
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You pull the cardigan around your middle and cross your arms. The wool hangs loosely with your linen dress, tenting around your figure as you pad to the front door. Your hand hovers for a moment before you grip the door knob. You hope it’s not Mrs. Griswold again. She’s friendly enough but nosy. 
You open the door and put on a smile. It turns genuine as you see your visitor. You shiver as the wind gusts around his figure and tickles your stockinged legs. 
“Sheriff,” you greet, “how are ya?” 
“Checkin’ in. Again,” he drawls as he takes his hat off and tries to tidy his hair with his pudgy fingers.  
The gray strands are coarse but thick, a bit longer than he can manage. His beard too. You suppose retirement has done away with his need to stay close shaven. 
“Oh, Mr. Bodecker, you are too kind. Ya know, I’m doin’ just fine. Makin a stew of the bone from that ham you dropped off last week,” you say. 
“Sounds delicious. Now, ain’t no type of thing as too kind.” He grins and tucks his hands into his leather jacket. He’s not the sheriff anymore but he still wears that sort of authority. “’specially this time of year.” 
“Course,” you agree thought your smile twitches. You should be happy but when the carolers come by, you only feel like sobbing. 
“Maybe not the best this year,” he comments. “Ya know, Buford, he was a good man. Rookie when I left the force but high hopes for that one. S’too bad what happened down in that ravine. Worse how’s all yer neighbours can do is whisper ‘bout it.” 
“I don’t hold it against them. They got their own lives, sheriff.” 
“And ya got me, huh?” He kids with a chortle. “Ya know, I hate to bother since you got the stew and all but I did come to give ya something. Be a lonely year ‘round the tree for ya so I thought I’d get ya a special gift.” 
“A special gift? For me, sir?” You touch your chest, keeping your other arm over your stomach. His eyes flick down but you’re sure he can’t tell through the layers. Right? You’re waiting until the new year to deal with all that. 
“Mhmm, yeah,” he once more tries to smooth his hair. “Ya know, I can’t really give it to ya here. But if you’re too busy--” 
“I can leave the stove off for a time,” you say. “Who am I to say no to a gift? Sheriff, really, you didn’t have to do all that. You’ve done enough.” 
“Someone’s gotta. Used to be, people took care of each other. An officer dies and his widow’s left to her own,” he tuts and shakes his head. “Wouldn’t be happenin’ if I was still wearing the star.” 
“You’re too sweet,” you sway. 
“Go’on, get a coat,” he says and puts his hat back on. “Don’t wanna be freezing out in this.” 
“Sir,” you nod. 
You leave him on your stoop and go to turn off the stove. You cover the pot of broth then hurry back. He went to all this trouble and you wouldn’t want to keep him out in the cold. You pull on your coat with the patch sewn in the chest and tuck your feet into your lace up boots. They aren’t very warm on their own but they’re what you got. 
You emerge, the sheriff catching the screen door and holding it until you shut the inner door. He lets it snap behind you and offers his arm. He’s so gallant in an old-fashioned sort of way. 
“Don’t want ya to slip, miss,” he says. 
You accept his offer of balance and descend the narrow steps to ground level. He takes you up the walk and opens the passenger door for you. He kept his cruiser but had the emblems removed, painted it a nice forest green. You sit on the front seat and keep your knees together as you chatter through your teeth. 
He closes the door and you watch him lumber around the hood. His breath fogs before him as he puts his face down against the bitter gusts. He climbs in next to you and takes off his hat, laying it on the dash. He turns the engine and cranks the gears with the shifter behind the wheel. 
“Ya cold?” He waves you closer, “c’mere, takes a while for this thing to warm up.” 
“Oh, sir, I’m alright,” you assure him. 
“Mmf,” he grumbles and cranes to check the road before he pulls out. “I don’t like ladies goin’ cold on my watch.” 
“Sheriff,” you preen. 
“And ya know I ain’t got the star no more, you just call me Lee,” he insists.  
“Yes, sir, uh, Lee,” you agree, clasping your hands in your lap. 
He drives, offering some chatter about the barn cat haunting his porch window or some episode down at the hardware store. The sheriff, Lee, has always been good at talking. At making people feel comfortable. It’s probably why he was so good at his job. 
“I wanted to show ya this,” he nods over the wheel. 
You come up to the river, the surface crystalline as it’s frozen over entirely. The icy sparkles in the dulled sunlight hidden behind the blanket of clouds. You lean forward to see it all, the edges framed with a dusting of the snow that pillows over the ground. 
“Oh, wow, that is pretty,” you say. 
“What can I say? I got an eye for pretty things,” he chortles and shifts in his seat. 
You stare out, marveling at the pristine and peaceful landscape. You didn’t know there were scenes like this in Knockemstiff. To be fair, you hadn’t paid much attention where he was driving. You peer back through the rear window and see dark sentinels speckled around the winding road. 
“So, ya ready?” he asks. 
“Sir,” you flinch and look at him. 
“For your gift, honey,” he feels around his jacket, tucking his hand inside as he pokes his fingers into the pocket there. “Ya know, don’t got no criminals to chase so I got some new hobbies.” He plucks out something he quickly hides in his fist. “Keep myself busy.” He keeps his hand balled. “So I made ya a little present for the holidays.” 
“Oh, sheriff—Lee, I don’t got nothing for you though.” 
“Think ya do. More than ya know,” he opens his hand and shows you the silver ring. You blink as you examine it, confused. The emerald on it is square and pretty big. “Took me some time but I wanted to have it done before Christmas.” 
“That’s... not for me,” you utter. 
“Sure is,” he holds his hand out as you shake your head. 
“I can’t accept that,” you lower your chin and pout. “It’s too much.” 
You touch the ring on your finger, the one Buford gave you. You were going to be married when he got his promotion. That was coming soon, he said. Then he went off and got himself shot. 
“Here,” he grabs your hand, untangling it from your other, “you know, I made it special for ya. It’d be rude not to.” 
You try to tug away but he’s too strong. You gasp as he wiggles off the ring already there and replaces it with his own, shoving it down until it bites into your knuckle. You hiss and wince. 
“Sheriff, that’s my ring,” you squeak. “Buford--” 
“I know what it is,” he lets you go and cranks down the window. You cry out as he tosses ring into the snow. “It’s a bad reminder.” 
“No--” you try to lunge over him and he catches you, forcing you back to the seat. 
“Now, honey, you haven’t been ungrateful, so don’t start now,” he holds your shoulder, squeezing it tight. 
“But--” 
“Can he help ya now? Hm? Now ya got that bun in ya? Now that yer alone and about to be all big?” Lee grits. You recoil but can’t escape his grasp. 
“You know?” 
“Well, course I know. Makes sense. And the way you been walkin’ round. I can tell,” he tuts. “You’re just lucky I'm the only one payin’ attention.” 
“Sheriff,” you murmur. 
“Now, I don’t want none of that from ya no more, I told ya.” He trails down your arm and grabs your hand. He pinches the ring between his thick fingers. “You call me Lee. Or Hubby. I like that. ‘Hubby’.” 
You blink at him and shiver, this time, it isn’t from the cold. 
“Go’on, say it for me, honey. Just imagine what other would call ya when they find out.” 
You frown and flutter your lashes. Your nose tingles and your chest knots with futility. He's right, but you’re not ready for this. You were waiting, until after the holidays. Why couldn’t he wait too? 
Your eyes gloss over and you sniffle. He tightens his grip on your hand until you whimper. You look at Lee and suck back your grief. It shouldn’t be him. It shouldn’t be the way it is. 
“Yes,” you croak through your coarse throat, “yes, hubby.” 
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saiyanprincessswanie · 2 years ago
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🥵🥵🥵 dirty daddy enjoying himself
The way I would slide in between Mr. Bodeckers cheeks as eat his little hole 👅 Maybe jerk him off while he’s lying on his back with his legs spread. Work that thick cock until he’s coming in my hand while his hole tightens around my fingers. 🤤🤤🤤🤤
- Nast☕️
Um, look what you did.
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Pairing: Lee Bodecker x F!Reader
Summary: Lee loves that thing you do.
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, sorta subby lee, daddy kink, rimming (f on m), prostate massage, teasing, oral sex (f on m). 18+.
Word Count: 812
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The weight of his thigh on your shoulder has you purring against his skin, teeth nipping at the sensitive flesh as flings his forearm across his face; a groan of pure frustration escaping his mouth.
"Don't ya wanna look at me, baby?" You ask him sweetly, peppering a chain of kisses across his balls and sinking your teeth into the opposite thigh. You love him like this. You take pleasure in knowing that after a long, hard day at work, it's you that he seeks comfort and resolution in. "Always tellin' me to keep my eyes on you when you eat my pussy, Daddy."
Wrapping your fist around his thick, meaty girth, tongue flat against the prominent vein that protrudes at the underside of his cock, you lick a stripe from root to tip, suckling him into your mouth with a sloppy kiss.
You hum at the taste of him, the sound vibrating against his flesh. His leg trembles against your neck, falling from your shoulder to the mattress below. Your fingertips dance up his inner thigh, closer to the place you know wants your attention most.
"Please, sugar. Quit teasin' me," he begs, and oh, you love it when he begs. You smirk with his cock in your mouth, taking him down your throat with a gag and coating him in saliva. Lee bucks his hips up against your face, gripping the sheets as he looks down at the sinful sight before him. "You know what I want. Gimme what I want."
You release his dick from your mouth and smirk again when he shudders as it falls against his soft belly with a fleshy thud. Bringing two fingers to your lips, you suck on them lewdly and let your hand fall back to his thigh.
“S’usually me begging for you.” You circle your fingers around the tight ring of muscle between his cheeks as he spreads his thighs wide for you, your free hand jerking his cock back and forth at a torturously slow pace. “Ask me real nice, Daddy.”
In any other situation, you know he’d have you over his knee in a heartbeat and bruise your ass with his palm. But right now, while he’s practically melting on the bed, he’s putty in your hands and you know it. 
“Please, sugar. Be a good girl for Daddy and give him what he- ah!” Your fingers slip just an inch inside him, his balls visibly tightening at the sensation. It makes you feel powerful, having him like this. The way he trusts you like this. “Fuck, yes. More.” 
You shuffle down between his spread thighs, eyes fixed on his tight hole as it tries to pull your digits further inside. You can’t help yourself, removing your fingers as he sobs at the loss. Lee’s lips part to speak, but you cut him off before he can even begin. “Wanna eat your ass, Daddy.” 
Unsurprisingly, he doesn’t argue. Instead bending his knees and giving you all the access you need. You don’t waste a second. Gently caressing between his cheeks, smiling against him as the ring of muscle clenches against your tongue. You don’t hold back, burying your face against him, your nose nuzzling against his balls as your open mouth works him. The sounds echoing in the air are filthy and lewd, and coupled with his satisfied grunts, it’s like a symphony to your ears. 
“Good girl. That’s it, stick that pretty tongue all the way in there for me.” You obey his command instantly, parting his cheeks further with your hands and letting the wet muscle work it’s way inside. You tighten your fist around his cock and jerk harder, thumb swiping across the tip and smearing the warm droplets of precum against his tender flesh. “What did Daddy do to deserve such a filthy fuckin’ wife, huh?”
He’s about to protest when you sit up on your knees, your chin slick with drool. You don’t bother to wipe it away with the back of your hand. He likes it when he can see just how much of a mess you’re willing to make for him. Your fingers find his asshole once again, slipping inside with ease right down to the knuckle. 
You can’t take your eyes off him. The way his cheeks flush deep red. The rapid rise and fall of his chest as you jerk and finger him simultaneously. It’s mesmerising. Your big, strong man, completely at your mercy and resting his pleasure in your hands. 
“Come for me.” You can feel him tightening around your fingers, muscles clenching so hard, you’re certain you couldn’t free them if you tried. His balls draw up, back arching off the bed as he lets out a heavy groan. “Know you’re close. Wan' it. Wanna taste it. Then it’s your turn to eat. You hungry, Daddy?"
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Delirious Decisions
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AN: Thank you for tagging me @mercurial-chuckles in your Delirious Decisions. I’ve kept all the same prompts, but gone with some of my own pair ups. I’ve written a little something for each prompt, some as short as 200 words and some as long as around 900.
Some of my entries are little drabbles for some of my established pairings, but some are new and in fact three are set in Avengers Tower with a new reader insert who is an Avenger of currently unknown skills, nicknamed Pipsqueak by the team because of how short she is.
Ratings vary from G to E, but all are labelled. For some stories I haven’t specified the pairing at the start because I want the end reveal to be a surprise (but none of these stories include smut).
I hope you enjoy.
These are all un-beta’d and dividers are by @firefly-graphics and me.
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Cuddle in a storm with 🛏️
Reader x Bucky Barnes. Rated T. Fluff and suggestive language. 230 words.
A gust of wind sent the raindrops hammering against the window, loud enough to startle you from your light doze. The arm around your shoulder tightened and a loving voice crooned in your ear. “It’s just the rain, Doll. Relax.”
You turned your head back into Bucky’s chest, nuzzling against his red henley. “‘M totally relaxed. How long’s i’ ‘posed to last?”
“Well into tomorrow. And we’re not supposed to go outside in it, unless we absolutely have to.”
Somehow you pressed your body even closer to the human furnace that was your boyfriend. “‘M not going anywhere.”
Bucky chuckled. “You’re not going to leave the couch? What are you going to do when I go to bed then?”
You let out a displeased grunt. “‘Kay. The couch or the bed.”
“Good,” he declared, decisively. “Because I would’ve been lonely all on my own.” Without warning he stood up, scooping you up as he did and you squeaked in shock.
“Bucky! Where are we going?”
“I want to go to bed,” he answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“But ‘m not tired!”
“I never mentioned sleep, Doll. There’s more things to do in bed than that, as you well know.” He grinned at you and you felt the heat rising up your neck. “Kiss me, sweetheart,” he continued. “Keep me safe from the storm.”
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Accidentally send a spicy text to 😳
Reader (Pipsqueak) x ? Rated T. Suggestive themes. 400 words
“Clint!” You really wanted to screech, but part of you recognised you still needed to maintain a modicum of discretion. You came to a skidding halt next to the blonde archer and he took in your distressed state.
“What is it, Pip?”
You rolled your eyes. “I’m not that short,” you hissed. “And this is an emergency.”
With a raised brow, he hopped up onto the counter. “An emergency, huh? What sort of thing counts as an emergency in your world?”
You resisted the urge to bite out something scathing - that wouldn’t help, given the circumstances. “You know I’ve been seeing this guy, yeah?”
“Nathan, right?”
“Right. So things have been going… alright.” You couldn’t help but wring your hands.
“Only alright? I’m sure you deserve more than ‘alright’, kiddo.”
“Yeah, so that’s what I was trying to do - make it more than ‘alright’, by sending him a message to… you know… let him know…”
“Oh!” Clint’s eyebrows almost shot into his hairline. “You ‘sexted’ him, didn’t you. Didn’t know you had it in you, Pip. But what’s the emergency? Did your ‘freak’ scare him off? If so, he’s not worth it.”
“No… it’s that… Oh God, it’s so embarrassing.” You buried your head in your hands, trying to hide, before blurting out “Isentittothewrongperson.”
His eyes widened even further. You were worried they were going to jump out of their sockets. “Which wrong per- Oh. Oh!” In two seconds flat he’d gone from sharing your worry to falling sideways on the counter in hysterical laughter.
“Don’t laugh!” You smacked him on the thigh with the back of your hand. “What do I do?”
Suddenly a sultry voice sounded from the corridor outside the common room. 
“Kotenok! Where are you? I have some of those things you wanted to try.”
You squeaked and turned on your heel, shooting out the side door, Clint’s laughter still ringing in your ears.
A few moments later, Nat walked into the kitchen and settled on one of the bar stools next to Clint’s mostly horizontal body. “Are you gonna stop laughing?” she asked him. Clint drew in some ragged breaths and sat up, the evidence of his tears of amusement marking his face. “When you stop teasing her. She thinks you really thought the message was for you.”
Nat’s expression morphed into faux shock. “You mean it wasn’t?”
And they both burst out laughing again.
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Get stuck in a "there’s only one-bed" scenario with Kiss and some 💋 🥵
Ari and his Angel. Rated M. Suggestive language and fluff. 400+ words
You looked at the bed, a little shocked and, if you were being honest, a little embarrassed. Yes you were a grown up, and did grown up things with other grown ups, but it felt weird that your parents were also aware — and accepting — of that. 
You turned to your mom who was standing in the doorway. “So, umm, are both Ari and I in here?” You side-eyed the queen-sized bed, which had been plenty big enough for you as a teen, but looked very small now when you considered both you and Ari fitting in it together.
“Well,” your mom replied with a hint of mischief in her eye, “unless you can magically create another spare room, or you’re willing to sleep on the sofa — because let’s face it, your boyfriend won’t fit on it — you are, indeed both in here. Just remember, there are other people in this house, and some things ought to stay private.”
Behind your mom you heard Ari cover a snort with a cough, but you couldn’t glare at him without her seeing, so you just smiled and considered the torture you’d be in for tonight.
—----
Ari’s lips kissed a trail across your shoulders, his nose nudging the thin straps of your pajama top to the side. His large body was curled up behind you, a tell-tale hardness poking at your ass.
“Ari, quit it.” You slapped at the arm wrapped around your waist, but both of you knew it was half-hearted. Nonetheless, he stopped his sensual exploration.
“You really mean that, Angel? You want me to lie here, next to you, and not touch you. You want me to torture us both?” God, you could almost hear the pout in his voice. 
“But you heard my mom. She was basically telling us that the walls are like paper. My parents knowing I have sex is bad enough, but them hearing it? I think I’d just die.”
The hand around your waist started to move, drawing light circles on your skin where your top had ridden up. “We’d just have to make sure you’re quiet, then.” He pressed his lips to your shoulder again, just once, leaving the ball in your court. He knew you needed him as much as he craved you. Several heartbeats of silence and then you were turning in his embrace and hooking your leg over his hip.
“I hope you’re ready to be covered in bruises from where I have to bite down to keep myself from crying out.”
He dipped his head and rubbed your noses together. “Angel, I’ll wear them with pride.”
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Admire from behind (if you know what I mean) 🍑
There’s only one answer here. A little snippet of the Captain and his Brat. (I love you, then I hate you) Rated M. Mentions of corporal punishment in a D/S relationship. <300 words
Meetings were never your favourite thing - were they anybody’s? - but one thing that made it all worthwhile. Walking out after Steve. It would obviously have been better if he’d been wearing his tac suit, but his tan slacks did sterling service too, highlighting one of his best physical attributes. As he strolled down the corridor ahead of you, going over some of the points of the meeting with Rhodey, you decided to take in the view. God, your fingers itched to grab those two muscular globes and squeeze them. Give them a smack, or even sink your teeth into them. And then, if you did, what would Steve do to chastise you and put you in your place. You felt a rush of arousal pool in your core and you stumbled a bit as you walked. In front of you, you realised the exact moment Steve caught wind of your state, because there was a hitch in his own step and, without breaking his conversation, he glanced back over his shoulder at you and gave you a knowing look. You shivered at the heat contained within it.  
Steve and Rhodey came to a stop outside of the latter’s office, which gave you a chance to slip by them, but as you did, you couldn’t resist it. Careful to make sure no-one else saw, you gave Steve’s right buttock as strong a squeeze as your hand could manage. He let out a little cough as his only reaction, and you smiled to yourself as you continued past, wondering how your Captain would respond, in the name of keeping you in line…
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Push down the stairs (Oh, boi😏) 🪜
Reader x Ransom (Yesterday’s Dream, Tomorrow’s Nightmare, Never-ending nightmare) Rated M. Prior kidnap, prior rape, basement wife, non-con collaring, violence. <500 words
All you had to do was wait for your moment. From the moment you’d been brought here, you knew that if you bided your time, then a way of escape would eventually present itself. You’d given up fighting days — weeks — ago. Ransom was going to do what he wanted, and you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of breaking you over and over. Making him think that you were weak and resigned to your fate would work in your favour at some point. You had to hold on to that belief. The collar around your neck chaffed, but if your luck held, then it wouldn’t be long until you could discard the hated piece of leather. 
He had been fooled by your act once before, until he’d brought the other man — Ari — who’d seen right through your facade, but after that night you hoped that both men thought you were broken down. Your belief was bolstered by the fact that Ransom had started to let you out of the basement and into the house proper. It was always at night, when he’d sent his housekeeper and chef home, but it still allowed you to get a better idea of your surroundings. This evening he’d decided that he wanted to watch football on the frankly vulgar sized television while you cock-warmed him, first with your mouth and then with your cunt, until he tipped you forward onto the carpet and finished inside you. Now it was time for him to return you to your prison for the night.
You followed him, eyes downcast, as he led you back to the door. When he turned his back to you, so he could unlock the door, your breath caught in your throat, anticipating the right moment. You’d only have one chance. As the basement door was pulled wide, but before Ransom could step away from it, your arms shot out, all of your body weight put behind them. You shoved him. Right between the shoulder blades. The moments stretched into an eternity as you watched him wobble and hoped that it would work. His cry of surprise rent the air and his arms pinwheeled. One hand caught on the door frame, and without a moment’s hesitation you pushed him again, screaming your fury at him.
Ransom’s foot slipped and his balance faltered and in the next instant he was tumbling down, landing at the bottom with a sickening thud which morphed into an unnatural silence. You turned on your heel, running through the house towards the front door. There, on a side table, was a bowl containing car keys. You scooped them up and ran out of the front door. You clicked the remote, trying to identify which car they belonged to — there were several lined up under a carport. Lights flashed in the darkness and you ran towards them and your freedom.
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Ruin in the best way possible 😈
I’d say ‘poor Joaquín’, but I don’t think he’s finding it too bad… (Ojos Asi) Rated E. Sexual Content, inc edging and mild bondage. 150+ words
“Dios! Mi sol!” You straddled Joaquín, your hips undulating as you rode him. Beneath you, your boyfriend’s arms strained against the leather cuffs binding his wrists to the headboard. How had you gotten so lucky to have a man like this? A man who looked so beautiful as you took him apart. After securing him, you’d teased his body with your fingers, lips and tongue, taking him into your mouth as he’d arched under your touch. You’d chuckled to yourself when he’d sworn out a litany of Spanish the second time you’d brought him to the edge, but refused to let him tumble over. However, you had promised him that the third time would be the charm. You held onto his thigh and rested your other hand on his chest as you moved, grinning down and taking in the view. Sweat sheened on his skin, his hair was delightfully mussed and his eyes almost black with desire. And you couldn’t wait to do it all again.
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Invade the dreams of 💤
Reader x ?. Rated M. Pining, psychic powers, accidental mind invasion, implied smut. <900 words
It had started out as an accident. Your psychic powers were fairly new to you, having only started to manifest, sporadically, in your late teens. However, it hadn’t been more than a minor convenience until about six months back, when you found yourself accidently getting caught up inside other people’s heads. It had been frightening, for both you and the person concerned and you’d had a few close scrapes when some folk had followed up that fear with violence. Luckily for you it had only taken a few calls to SHIELD for someone to take you seriously, and you’d ended up here, in Avengers Tower, where you would have the space and help you needed to get your powers under control.
You’d mainly been working with Wanda and Loki — they were the ones best placed to help you — but you also spent time with all of the others. They were a nice bunch of people, all of them strong but damaged in their own ways. It made you feel as though you belonged. However, with one person in particular, that regard morphed into something else — a big fat crush.
Whenever you saw him, your breath caught in your throat and your heart started to beat that little bit faster. He was so charming. So strong and self-assured. Whenever you were alone you couldn’t help but think about him, wondering how it would feel to be held in his strong arms. To be kissed by his plush lips that always seemed to wear a smile. It therefore wasn’t a surprise to you when you started to dream about him.
Night after night, your subconscious made him the focus of your fantasies. Not all of them were x-rated, but a lot were, and you’d wake in sweat, an ache between your legs. How were you supposed to look at him in the light of day, with all these sordid thoughts spinning in your mind? And when you realised he seemed to be avoiding you, you couldn’t work out if that made it all better or worse. Yes, you didn’t have to see the sparkling blue of his eyes or the way sweat sheened on his muscles when he walked past after spending time in the gym, but a lack of contact during the day seemed to make your mind yearn for him more in the night. Your mentors noticed that you were withdrawn and made gentle enquiries, but how could you tell them the thoughts you were having?
A pounding on your door jerked you out of sleep — out of the latest erotic dream. You wiped your hand down your face before staggering to your feet. It couldn’t have been some massive emergency — FRIDAY would have notified you if it was — but you wondered who could want you at three twenty-seven am on a Wednesday morning.
You pulled the door open with more force than you meant, only to stop as you saw him there. Bare chested, breathing heavily, blonde hair all sleep-mussed and an unignorable tent in his pants. 
Thor.
As soon as he saw you he appeared to change his mind, making to step away without saying a word, until you grasped his wrist in your own small hand.
“Wait! What are you doing here? Why did you wake me?” How were you being so brave? You wanted to hide, to quake in your slippers, but the ache within you seemed to be pulling you forward. Onward.
Immediately he crowded through your door, kicking it shut behind him and cupping your face in his hands.
“Why are you doing this to me?” he asked, his voice almost cracking from suppressed emotion.
“Doing what?” you replied, confused.
“Invading my dreams, little one. It’s maddening. I think that I have you in my arms and then I wake to find it was just a fantasy. I yearn for you, night after night. I am distracted by it. I need it to either be real or for it to stop. Do you understand? I can’t—”
Your jaw dropped open and your head spun. Had you been meeting Thor night after night in the dream-plane. Differing emotions clashed within you. Guilt at having invaded his mind in such a way, but also hope, because from what he was saying he wanted the reality as much as you did.
“I—” you started suddenly unsure how to answer. How did you tell a literal god that you burned for them? That you wanted them more than could be reasoned?
Thor let out a dejected sigh, apparently taking your silence for rejection. For the second time he made to move away and you were spurred out of your stupor and into action. You threw yourself forward, lurching up onto your toes to throw your arms around his neck and press your lips against his. You couldn’t tell him what you were thinking, but you could show him.
For a heartbeat he didn’t respond, but then his arms wrapped around your waist and he pressed you up against the wall of your room. His lips moved over yours, before his tongue demanded entry. You moaned into his mouth and bucked your hips against him, your dream induced ardour flaring back into life and enabling you to whisper out your need.
“Make it real. Please.” 
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Fake a relationship with for drama 🎭
Reader x ? Rated T. Shenanigans. <500 words
“I can’t believe you’re sleeping with him,” Wanda hissed in your ear as you leant against the bar and watched the other Avengers circulating around the ballroom, shaking down the great and good for more donations to Peppers current charity. 
“What’s not to believe,” you responded with a coy smile, not removing your gaze from the object of Wanda’s surprised outrage. “He’s handsome, he’s amusing, he’s got the skills.”
“He’s a murderer!” Wanda’s voice was less of a hiss now, and a few of the people near-by turned at her outburst. It was hard to hold back a grin. 
“Wanda, half the people in this room could be given that same label, depending on your outlook. And it’s not like he was in his right frame of mind.” Sensibly, your friend didn’t respond to that. The pair of you stood in silence a little longer until you downed the last of your drink and firmly placed the glass down. Straightening your spine you strode across the room, coming up behind him and placing your hand on his shoulder, and revelling in the feel of his velvet jacket against your palm.
“Excuse me, gentlemen.” Three heads turned in your direction, eyes of blue, brown and green. “Would you mind if I stole this one away? I have a hankering for a turn around the dance-floor, and this one is rather nimble on his feet.” Without waiting for a response, you looped your arm through his and drew him away. As you made your way to the space in front of the band, you could feel the incredulous stares of Steve and Tony behind you.
“Darling,” your companion whispered in your ear, “I believe we’re making a scene.” 
It was true, from the corner of your eye you could see people beginning to notice the pair of you. Your left hand went to his shoulder as his right rested on your waist, and your other hands joined together.
“They’re probably wondering if you’re going to corrupt me, or whether I’m going to reform you.” Suredly, Loki began to lead you around in time to the music.
He chuckled, low and silky. “I think it’s entirely possible for both to occur. However, what I can’t understand is how all of the others think you’re this meek and mild goody two-shoes. You’re living for this drama as much as I.” He dipped you, and it was difficult to suppress a full-blown belly laugh. “Minx,” he grinned at you. “How long until we can unsubtly leave and have people think we’re up to no good.”
“After this song, I would think.” You winked at him and he rolled his eyes with all the drama this little show deserved. 
“Careful, little one. I might start to think you really mean all of this.”
You pondered his words and wondered to yourself if that would actually be a bad thing at all….
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Team up with for a heist 🕶️
Reader (Pipsqueak) & Clint. Rated G. Hi-jinx, Tower fic, Avengers as family, fluff, Shenanigans. <700 words.
You crept along the hallway behind your partner in crime, excited, but also a little scared. Not that there would be any real, horrific consequences if you got caught. This was all in the name of friendly mischief after all. Still…
You tapped Clint on the shoulder and he turned to face you, questioningly.
“Do you think we’ll get caught?” you sighed. He had his hearing aids in, but signing was far more stealthy when you were trying to sneak up on enhanced folk.
“Not if you stick to the plan. I’ll run interference and you grab the treasure.”
You nodded in agreement, and continued forward. When you reached the open door to the common room, you stopped again, waiting outside as Clint straightened up and strolled in, as if he had no cares in the world.
“Hey fellas!”
Okay, you thought from outside, no Nat or Wanda in there. Good to know.
“Hey, Barton.” The deep voice of Bucky answered, and you knew that if he was there, then…
“How’s it going, Clint?” … Steve was there as well. The two were joined at the hip and it was sickeningly sweet. However, outside of Nat, they were going to be the hardest to sneak past. You just had to trust that Clint could distract them.
“Well,” you heard him say, “it’s a funny story…” That was your queue. The plan was that he would start some long, rambling story that had no real conclusion to it while you snuck in the room and carefully grabbed your prize. Looking around the door frame you could see your heist partner and the muscled backs of two super-soldiers, whose body language still gave off an air of interest. With all the stealth you could muster, you tiptoed into the common room, thankful for the carpet on the floor that muffled your steps. However, you did need to get into the kitchenette, which had a tiled floor. 
Keeping low, you scurried across the open space and ducked down behind the counter. Clint was still droning on about his friend’s cousin’s son who’d found a one-eyed dog cowering behind a dumpster, and when he did an impression of said dog, letting out a mournful howl, you carefully opened the cupboard in front of you. There was your prize! You wanted to clap your hands in glee, but that would have to wait until later. 
It was a moment’s work to pull the cloth bag from your back pocket and you waited for Clint’s next sound-effect to grab what you came here to find. You heard Bucky sigh, loudly and unsubtly, and you waited with baited breath, hoping that Clint could hook him back into the story. The sudden sound of Clint trying to be a bomb seemed to work so you decided to do a grab and dash. Once you rounded the corner, back into the corridor, you sped up into a sprint, before jumping up to grab the vent-duct access door and scrabbling up into your and Clint’s not-so-hidden highway.
You crawled along until you got to the junction that was your current ‘nest’. A soft thunk and a snuffling noise let you know that your charge had woken up.
“Hey, boy.” You reached out and scratched the dirty yellow dog on the top of his head. A few minutes later, Clint appeared by your side, grinning.
“The secret to any lie is to mix in a bit of the truth,” he announced as he reached into the bag beside you and opened the bag of artisan jerky. He pulled out three pieces, passing one to you, shoving another into his mouth and holding the other one out in front of the dog.
“Here you go, Lucky. Some of Bucky and Steve’s personal stash. Full of protein and low on additives.” The animal quickly scoffed it down and started to look around for another piece. The whole bag was empty within a matter of minutes, which was about the same time the three of you heard wails of anguish echoing up into the metal vents.
“Clint! Pip! Where’s my goddamn jerky?”
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Friend-zone for life 🛑
Reader (Pipsqueak) & Peter Parker. Rate T. Angst, Unrequited love, friendship, feels. Approx 650 words
“Oh, Peter.” You sighed and gave him a sad smile. The young avenger stood in front of you, his dark hair tamed within an inch of his life with gel, wearing a dress shirt and slacks and holding a slowly wilting bunch of flowers in his hand. It was obvious that he’d heard you griping about your lacklustre love-life and how frustrating it was to be single in the lead up to Valentine’s day, because here he was, standing at your door with the most hopeful look on his face and you were about to break his heart.
“Please hear me out,” he garbled. “I know I’m a bit younger than you, but they say that age is just a number, and it’s not that big of an age gap, and like I’m in my prime and so are you, you know, for umm…” he trailed off as he turned bright pink.
You held back a second sigh — it wouldn’t help — and stepped back from your door to allow him to enter. It wouldn’t do to have this conversation out in the corridor. “Come in. Sit down.”
Peter scurried over to your couch and sat down on the edge of it, his hands holding the bouquet in a death grip. You took a careful seat on the single armchair opposite. “Look, Peter. I’m not going to say I’m not flattered — you’re a good looking young man and you have a lot to commend you — but I’m not what you’re looking for and you’re not what I’m looking for.”
“Oh.” His head dropped and you felt like the scum of the earth. He reminded you of a kicked puppy. “I just thought…”
“I know you did. And let me tell you, when I was your age there is no way I would have approached someone I had a crush on, especially if they were older than me.”
“You’re only nine years older,” he started to argue, but you cut him off with a raised hand.
“Yes, and when you’re my age, nine years older doesn’t mean that much. However, when you’re your age, nine years is a lot. But it’s not even that. I don’t want you thinking you can wait a few years and try again. I don’t want to upset you — I never would, you mean too much to me — but I’ve seen you grow up. I’ve known you since you were fifteen. I know you don’t want to hear it, but you’re my friend — my honorary little brother. I’m never going to be able to love you the way you want and the way you deserve.”
Peter seemed to slump even further, making him look even smaller and even younger. And then you heard the sniff.
“This was stupid. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come.” He suddenly stood up and pressed the heel of his palm to his eye. You turned your head away, trying to give him a semblance of privacy to get himself under control. 
“I’m sorry, too. I hope we can still be friends.”
“Yeah. Friends.” There was a petulant note in his voice, but you couldn’t be mad at him. His emotions were currently in charge. “You can keep the flowers. Or bin them. Whatever.” He dropped them on your coffee table and stalked over to the door, leaving your apartment and letting it bang shut behind him.
Now you let out that sigh, cradling your head in your hands as the emotional anguish washed over you. You peered at the flowers, a few of them now hanging limply on snapped stems.
“FRIDAY,” you called out. “Can you ask Tony to go and find Peter? I think he could do with a friend right now.”
“Sure,” the AI responded. “And would you like me to ask Mr Barton to come to you?”
“Yeah. That would be nice.”
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Adopt a pet with 🐾
For this I’ve picked M’Baku and his Sabi-Star ([River Deep] Mountain High). Rated G. Fluff. Approx 350 words.
You pressed yourself to M’Baku’s side, both awed and wary at what was in front of you.
“When I said I wanted a pet to keep me company, I was thinking about something a little more ‘lap’ friendly. Or at least manoeuvrable.”
Your lover laughed beside you, the sound rumbling in his chest as much as it rumbled through the air. “Yes, but here in Wakanda, we don’t do anything by halves. And these animals are well trained and extremely loyal. Better than any dog.”
You looked at him pointedly, still not convinced.
“Ah, Sabi. Come,” he cajoled.  “We must get closer and let them know you. Maybe pet one of the babies?”
You transferred your gaze from him to one of the babies in question. You did have to admit that they were pretty cute, especially when they ran and their ears flapped around. Giving a small nod of assent, you carefully paced forward, concentrating on these animals that were almost entirely unknown to you - outside of textbooks and the odd zoo visit at least.
M’Baku held out his hand in front of him, and you copied his action, moving cautiously, and the baby Rhinoceros huffed at the pair of you, seemingly disappointed that neither of you held some kind of treat. It moved closer, and you held your breath as it snuffled at your robes, still hoping that you hadn’t arrived empty handed. 
Slowly, you reached out your hand and scratched the youngster behind one of its leathery ears and a giggle escaped you. Of all the things you’d experienced here in Wakanda, this was the most surreal. Suddenly, one of the adult rhino’s let out a bellow and the calf’s ears pricked up before it turned on its heels and trotted back over to the rest of the herd.
Behind you, W’Kabi sniggered. “That one is curious, unomdla. He will make a great War Rhino when he is grown. He is not frightened of one thing.”
“Yes,” M’Baku agreed. “Akọni.”
You watched the rhino calf frolic in the grass with the other youngsters, and felt yourself smile as your heart melted.
“Akọni.”
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Take on a late-night drive with 🚗
Reader x Lee Bodecker. Rated E. Blowjob, unsafe driving, future sexy time discussed. Approx 250 words.
“Fuck, darlin’! That mouth on you.” The car lurched to the side, before coming back under control.
You pulled off Lee’s cock with a pop and smiled up at him. “Eye’s on the road, Sheriff. You don’t wanna get pulled over for dangerous driving.” You continued to jack him in your spit slicked hand. “You just get us to the look-out safely, and if you manage not to come, then maybe I’ll let you add a little cream to my peach pie.” You gave him a theatrical wink and then resumed your task, licking and slurping all over his shaft before widening your lips over his fat tip. 
You hadn’t planned on giving Lee road-head on the way out to ‘your spot’, but you’d been feeling some kinda way all day, and just couldn’t wait a moment longer to get your hands on him. You loved the way his soft flesh filled your hands. How the weight of him on top of you, spent and sated, made you feel safe and relaxed. And you knew, that even if he did blow in your mouth he wouldn’t leave you unsatisfied — he was good with his mouth and hands and he could keep you warm with those until he recovered. Now that you thought about it, that was feeling like a better idea. You hummed and felt him twitch, then slid your hand down to massage his balls.
It turns out that going for a late-night drive could be fun…
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Let them fight your battles (while you swoon) 🛡️
This is definitely Nick Fowler and his spoiled brat (Ice Sculpture, Satin and Lace for my lover). Rated M. Violence, Suggestive language. Approx 450 words.
“Come on, darling. You look like you wanna have some fun.”
You reared back and wrinkled your nose as the guy who’d been pestering you all evening, and been getting subsequently more and more drunk, lurched back into your personal space.
“I do, which is why I came here tonight. With my friends. And why I kept telling you ‘no’. Now take the hint and go away.” This man had been the only blot on your night out with friends, and now he had followed the group of you out of the club. Of course he still didn’t engage the last few brain cells he had left, and his hand shot out and grabbed your wrist.
“Frigid bitch.”
Instead of being outraged, you rolled your eyes. Now, you could deal with this yourself but it would be far more interesting to watch—
A third hand appeared, gripping your assailant the way he was gripping you, except that this third hand squeezed a lot harder. The man let go of you with a cry and was wrenched away from you with a large amount of force. He staggered, his balance severely impaired, but he wasn’t allowed to fall. Because Nick wasn’t done with him yet.
The drunkard didn’t really know what was going on when the punch landed on the side of his face. His head snapped to the side, but in contrast Nick looked totally unruffled, albeit very angry. God he was magnificent. You pulled your lower lip between your teeth in anticipation, barely noticing the discomfort of your friends at the violence unfolding. Or maybe you just didn’t care.
A second punch followed the first and this time Nick let the man fall, but only so he could follow it up with a violent kick to the ribs, and a stamp to his outstretched hand. He hadn’t even said a word.
Satisfied that the drunken scum wasn’t getting up anytime soon, Nick turned and walked toward you, carelessly wiping away the blood from his knuckles with the handkerchief from his pocket. When he reached you, he cradled your cheek in his palm and you relaxed into it.
“Are you alright, dragostea mea?” His voice was full of concern.
“I’m fine, Nicky. Just need you to take me home.”
“Yes, you need to rest after such a shock.”
You looked up at him, a mix of incredulity and condescension. “No, Nicky, I need you to bend me over and rail me until I cry.”
“Well, who would I be if I denied a lady her wish?”
With a chuckle, you linked your arm through his and let him lead you over to where his car was parked, totally oblivious to the expressions of shock behind you.
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Flirt shamelessly with 🌶️
Reader x Tony. Rated M. Sexual Banter, Innuendo, HR nightmare conversations. 550 words.
“You wanted to see me?” You walked into Tony’s office and closed the door behind you. Not because you wanted privacy, per se, but more to stop anyone else overhearing your banter and reporting the pair of you to HR.
Your boss, and friend, looked up from his desk with a big grin on his face and a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “I always want to see you, Bun-bun.”
You grinned back as you walked closer and perched yourself up on the antique mahogany. “I bet you say that to all the girls, Tone.”
Tony clasped his hand theatrically to his chest. “You wound me, Bunny. As if I would restrict my attention to just your sex. Think of all the disappointed fellas.”
A chuckle bubbled up your throat, but you only indulged it for a moment. You were here for work after all. “So what can I do you for, my Liege?”
“Flattery will get you everywhere… but yes, actual adulting.” Tony rolled his eyes and you resisted the urge to smirk — he was so dramatic. “We — and by ‘we’ I mean ‘you’ — need to chase up Cyber-research on their report into the latest AI automaton, Prosthetics need to feedback on, well, the feedback issues and I need a Non-fat, almond milk, Venti Caramel Frappucino.”
Your left eyebrow rose up into your hairline. “One, what did your last slave die of? And two, I thought you only drank black coffee?”
Tony lent across the desk, getting closer to you as if he had some kind of secret to reveal. “In reverse order, Pepper tells me I ought to have a more varied diet and if you, sweet Rabbit, were my slave, I would definitely have you doing far more interesting, and stimulating things, than chasing reports and picking up coffee. Alas, you are merely my PA. Although I do have an opening for a slave position.”
“Just the one position? You disappoint me, boss. I’d expect you to be far more versatile.”
He shrugged with a facade of nonchalance. “I can be versatile, just ask — actually, no. Don’t ask them. It didn’t end well. Anyway, chop-chop. The quicker you leave, the sooner you come back with my coffee and I can continue to convince you of the benefits of being my personal servant as opposed to my personal assistant.”
You pushed yourself off the desk and smoothed down your skirt. “It’s a good thing I can take all of this in the manner in which it’s meant, Tony. Anyone else would have you watching a disappointed Cap video about sexual harassment.” 
At your comment, Tony pulled a disgusted face and you giggled as you walked towards the door. You took hold of the knob, turned it and were about to make your exit when Tony decided that he had, of course, to have the last word. “If there’s ever anything else you want to take—” he waggled his eyebrows, “— I have privacy glass in this office.” 
You clicked your tongue, flipped him your middle finger and went back to your job, with a shake of your head. Not everyone could handle Tony, but you had to say it made your days that bit more interesting. And who knew, maybe, one day, you’d take him up on his offer.
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sweetiebarnes · 2 years ago
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The Necklace 
Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Reader 
Word Count: 341
Warnings: Reader being a brat, adultery/cheating, mentions of car sex
A/N: My entry for this week’s challenge for @navybrat817 and @darkficsyouneveraskedfor sleepover! So excited to be apart of the  @the-slumberparty 
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You could feel people’s eyes on you. It was risky wearing this necklace tonight. He explicitly told you that you couldn’t wear it out in public. Too many people would ask questions, and the last thing Lee Bodecker needed, was the town to learn about his secrets. No, he couldn’t risk people finding out he was having an affair. An affair with the pastor’s daughter of all people.
You were meant to be the good girl in town. The one that everyone looked up to. It was no secret the kind of reputation that followed Lee. After all, the first time you met him was when he stumbled out of the bar late at night. The smirk on his face when he saw you out so late. It was at that very moment you knew that you’d be hooked. You didn’t learn he was married until a week later.
Week after week Lee would tell you that he planned on leaving her. “Don’tcha darlin’ she’ll be gone soon ‘nough.” But you were tired of waiting around. Sure, sex with Lee was amazing. The nights when he’d split you open in the back of his cruiser. Those nights always helped you forget your worries.
And just the other night when he gave you this diamond necklace, you thought it had meant something more. Your heart raced as you looked down at it. Surely this had to mean something, right? He wouldn’t spend this much on just anyone. But then he told you to only wear it in private. That you needed to continue to be a secret. It felt like a slap in the face.
Tonight you were done being a secret. You were taking this into your own hands. You knew he’d be here at this party. He’d be here with her, and you couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when he saw you wearing the necklace. So when someone asked you where you got it, you couldn’t help but confidently say. “I got it from the sheriff.”
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The Backwoods AU
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A Special Sort of Craving (Lloyd Hansen, The Gray Man)
The Detour (Thor, MCU)
The Stranger (Chris, Destroyer)
Forget-Me-Not (Loki, MCU)
The Farmer’s Daughter (Walter Marshall, Night Hunter)
The Rebound (Curtis Everett, Snowpiercer)
Second Best (Lee Bodecker, The Devil All the Time)
Crossed Wires (Andy Barber, Defending Jacob & Cole Turner, Ghosted)
Daddy Lesson (Rafe Cameron, OBX, Outer Banks)
All Things End (Arvin Russell, The Devil All the Time)
THTH (Ransom Drysdale, Knives Out)
Called To Duty (Captain Syverson, Sand Castle)
Unmanageable (Pete Brenner, Pain Hustlers)
A Place in the Sun (Nick Fowler, The 355)
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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 7 months ago
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Partners in Crime 1
Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
Characters: Lloyd Hansen, Lee Bodecker
Summary: you're left reeling after your divorce but the chaos has only begun. (short!reader)
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.
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You hate the mall. Too bright. Too loud. Too fast. 
That day isn’t so bad. Tuesday, mid-morning. Most people are at work. Not you. Your part-time gig barely pays the bills, let alone keeps you busy. With that in mind, you shouldn’t be there to spend what little you have.  
It’s for a good cause. It’s your grandmother’s birthday next week and you owe her. After all she’s done, you owe much more than just a measly mall-bough gift but it’s all you can manage right now. One day it will be better. One day you will be able to pay her back. At least you keep telling yourself that. 
She paid for it all. Your way out, your lawyer, your apartment even. You can’t live in the senior’s community with her, that’s against the rules, but she parsed out some of her nest egg for the flat in the old brick building. For you. She’s the only one who ever did so much for you but what did you ever do for her? 
It’s not for lack of trying, only your own poor decisions. 
You enter the sparkling Swarovski store and keep your arms tight to your body, paranoid of breaking any of the numerous crystal pieces. You don’t know what she would like. It isn’t because you don’t know her well, you just don’t think she has much use for any of it. She’s always been painfully practical. That’s why you never wanted to ask her for help. 
An associate startles you as she appears beside you in her sleek black pantsuit. She offers help but you get the sense she’s checking in, making sure your hands aren’t sneaking into your pockets. You make sure to keep them visible and move your satchel across your back. You tell her you’re just looking and blow out between your dry lips. Maybe a hoodie wasn’t the best choice. 
It was meant to be a solution. You wanted to get out of your grandmother’s hair. How long had you been living with her? He was the answer to that. You thought so. You wanted to believe it. For ten years, you tried. He always spoiled it. 
Then she had to bail you out anyway. 
As you come to the sharp corner of a shelf, you’re startled by another customer. You hadn’t seen them when you came in or heard them. You glance at them fleetingly and turn your attention to the shelf of Mickey Mouse decorations. Definitely not those. 
“Excuse me, sweetheart,” the man frightens you again as he nears and presses his hand to your back. He sidles by, and you dodge away from him, coming dangerously close to colliding with the display of birthstone necklaces. 
You shake off the close brush and blink at the glass. You peek over at the man as he seems overly interested in a paper weight shaped like a dove. His mustache and sleek haircut make him look like he’s been plucked out of some gangster period piece.  
The associate shifts from one side of the counter to the other. She’s watching you. You sigh. She still thinks you’re a thief. You shake your head and leave. 
It’s not worth the trouble or the money. You can find something better. You know you could get your grandma a box of chocolates and a card and she’d say she’s happy. You don’t want to get her what works; you want to do something for someone. Something more than just be there. 
You go down to Hallmark. It’s a similar atmosphere with a hint of warmness and more range in price. Still too much Disney and not enough variety. Your grandmother doesn’t need a rustic crate or a door sign with some snarky saying about wine. 
You stop to look at cards. You can at least grab one of those. As you reach for one along the top row, another hand swipes it from your grasp. You back up and look at the culprit. It’s the same man as the Swarovski shop. Strange. 
You recoil and scurry down the aisle towards the door. Is he following you? It could be a coincidence. Two stores. If he’s looking for a gift too, it makes sense. 
You cross your arms and march quickly through the bright mall, the skylight glaring down at you. You walk in and out of a clothes shop. You don’t know where you’re going now. You’re frazzled. 
You find your way to the As Seen on TV shop and meander around without intent. You’re at a loss. You’ll just end up at the bookstore like always. Another book for her birthday. Wowee. 
She might like the salt rock light. You don’t know. Ugh. 
It isn’t the gift. It isn’t her. It’s you. You’re indecisive. You're lost. Even if it was misery, you miss having someone to tell you what to do. Now you have to think and you do too much of that. 
“Those are pretty cool,” a voice slices through your self-pity. 
It’s the same man. Your eyes meet as you look up to see him. You blanch and open and close your mouth. The shop is so small, how hadn’t you heard him? 
You retreat without a word. He must be following you. There’s no other explanation. What do you do? You can’t just lead him out of the mall, back to your building, but how can you divert him? 
You find a bench down the next aisle of the mall, somewhere the associates in the vitamin store can see you. You’re safe there with people around. You look up and down, searching for the man and his mustache. Just a mother with her stroller. 
You’re paranoid. Stupid, just like he said. It’s all in your head. You’re just fucked up. You don’t know how to live in this world. Not alone. 
“Excuse me, ma’am,” the timbre tickles up the back of your spine and you twist to see the figure behind you. It’s an officer in uniform. “Mind if I ask ya something?” 
You nod and blink. You don’t like the cops. You haven’t spoken to them since the night it all came crashing down. The flashing lights, the sirens, the questions. It’s all a haze yet it’s stamped into your psyche. 
“Yes, sir,” you stand. 
He’s got dark brown hair and bright blue eyes. His shoulders bear a slant of authority as he has his hands on his hips. He’s taller than you, but so is everyone. You look across the bench at him as his white shirt pokes out from under his leather jacket, his belly straining the fabric. 
“You don’t gotta trouble yerself,” he shows his palm and reaches with his other hand to his belt, “I’m lookin’ for someone and was wonderin’ if maybe ya saw him.” 
“Oh?” You crinkle your forehead. 
“Got a pic somewhere,” he frees his phone from the clip on his belt and flicks his thumb over the screen, “here we are.” 
He turns the cell toward you and you can’t help but make a face. The image is blurry but it’s definitely that same man. You look back the way you came and gulp. 
“Reckon by that, you’ve seen him,” the officer says. “Sheriff Bodecker,” he introduces as he retracts his hand, “I’m doing an investigation. Mind if I ask some more questions?" 
“Well, I... didn’t talk to him.” 
“That’s fine,” he peers down in the same direction you did. The infant in its stroller begins to yawl and his cheek ticks, “how about you come out to my cruiser and we’ll do it there? Less ruckus?” 
You purse your lips. You can’t really say no, he might think you know that guy, whoever he is, whatever he’s done. You shrug. You don’t have much to say. You’re sure it won’t be much of an interview. 
“Okay,” you agree.” 
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shadeysprings · 2 years ago
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This gif gave me some inspiration and I hope you enjoy this little drabble ❤️
Dead End
Summary — You bump into the sheriff during one of your runs.
Warnings — mentions of drugs, coercion, implied noncon/dubcon.
A drabble this may be, your feedback and reblogs are highly appreciated. Thank you and enjoy! ❤️
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“You know you shouldn't be around these parts, sweetheart.”
Hands cuffed behind your back and your body pressed against the hood of the cruiser, you groan as you pull against your restraints. Your brows furrow and your eyes are filled with rage, watching the stout sheriff while he rummages through the contents of your pack. 
You knew not to venture into this part of town with the cops buzzing around like flies, apprehending every poor soul that comes across their path. But you simply couldn't resist the call of the east district. With junkies laying everywhere, one stroll through the infamous Tent Alley would have you swimming in cash by morning.
But you got caught and you snarl at Sheriff Bodecker when he smirks in your direction, tossing the baggies of cocaine in front of you and setting down the butterfly knife, the one your brother gave you, beside your face.
“I'd say that's about half a kilo you got there, sweetheart.” he tuts. “You know the punishment for being caught in possession alone?” He says before taking one of the ziplock bags and opening it, dipping his pinky into the powder and pressing against the pad of his tongue. “You’re looking at fifty years when caught selling this shit.”
“I know you, Bodecker,” you growl. “You pigs buy from Fowler’s boys yet I don’t see them behind bars.”
“Well, that’s ‘cause we made a deal with them.” he chuckles, your eyes never leaving him as he circles the vehicle, your heart pounding hard against your chest when he stops and stands behind you. “But I’m sure you and I can make a deal of our own?” The hair on your skin stands in attention, dread filling your senses when you feel his hand run up the expanse of your thigh. 
“What the fuck are you doing?!” You shout but gasp soon after when he wraps his hand around the back of your neck, fingers squeezing the sides as he presses you harder against the metal surface. “Let me g—” you choke.
“You listen here, sweetheart—” he starts, your skin rippling in disgust when he leans down and you feel his stomach press against your back, his hot breath fanning against your cheek. “I’ll tell my boys not to bother you and you’re free to roam around to do your business in my jurisdiction. And all you have to do is what I want when I want, got it?”
His offer makes your blood boil in rage yet your body shake in fear. You know not to negotiate with men like him, ones who hold power and put on a facade of protecting the people, for nothing good will ever come to ones of your status, the ones who beg for scraps and get into seedy businesses just to get by. 
But you don’t have much of a choice; going back to your usual route brought you nothing and your one-time endeavor in the east gave you so much more than you hoped for. The market is just better here, you tell yourself, but is succumbing to this man’s unsavory desires even worth it? You’ll be a puppet of the sheriff, you know that for sure, but you already are with your supplier and the one he works for. Does adding another to control you make a significant difference?
You sigh, the choice already made in your head. A huff of exasperation and relief then leave your lips when you feel the sheriff’s hold on you loosen but his other hand continuously lingers on your ass, fingers gently digging into the clothed flesh. 
“What do you want?” You breathe.
He chuckles darkly and you whimper against the vehicle when he kicks your feet apart, the sound of his belt buckle jingling filling your ears. 
“Why don’t we start by having some fun?” he snickers. “Then we can talk business.”
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pahtoosh · 2 years ago
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lap, please
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[image ID: the center is a picture of lee bodecker on a dark blue background with white dots representing stars above his head. on the left is an image of a barn and on the right is a photo taken from the inside of a car pointing at a field of grass. /.end ID]
masterlist
summer celebration masterlist
18+
wc: ~550 words
warnings: i keep trying to write a southern accent and i will not stop
a/n: i don't really like road trips !! don't tell daddy lee though, i will happily go on one with him
pairing: lee bodecker x gn!little!reader
summary: you get pouty on a ride home with lee.
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You squirmed in your seat, pouting and staring at Lee. This was the longest road trip you had ever been on. 
Your daddy planned the perfect day today. He woke you up early and surprised you with the news of a day trip for just the two of you. He took you to the apple orchard where you picked some fruit and ate apple turnovers for breakfast. Then, it was to the farm where you petted goats and baby chicks. By late afternoon he had taken you to the tulip farm and asked a nice couple to take photos of you on Lee’s film camera. 
Everything was perfect. Until the ride home when some unexpected traffic added another two hours to your commute. You’d had such a wonderful day and you didn’t want to seem ungrateful or make your daddy upset by being bratty. But it was way past your bedtime and all you wanted was to rest your head in Lee’s plush lap and fall asleep with your face against his soft belly. 
You let out another whine. 
“I know, baby. Daddy’s sorry but I can’t drive with ya on my lap. It’s not safe, sweetheart.” He offered you his right hand to hold.
You accepted it gladly, kissing the back of Lee’s hand. 
“How ‘bout we get your mind off a’ this mess, huh? What’d ya like seen’ today?”
“Mmm. I like the goats and the duckies.”
“Yeah? That was pretty funny when of ‘em got distracted by a frog an’ broke the line.”
You giggled. “Yeah, and den all the duckies keep walking and he almost got lost! He have to walked so fast he almost fell down.”
Lee spared a look at you then returned his eyes to the road. “Did ya like them apple pastries from the orchard?”
You nodded. “They was so yummy! The bestest breakfast ever! Can we make them at home, Daddy?”
“Your daddy’s not much of a baker, baby.” He sensed your disappointment and recovered quickly. “Well, I might have a coupla’ my ma’s old recipe cards in a cabinet. There’s gotta be an apple turnover recipe in there somewhere. And we already got the best apples in the state, so just tell Daddy what else ya need from him o’ the store.”
“Yay! Yay! Thank you, Daddy.” 
“Anything’ for you, sweetheart.” Lee was grinning now. He couldn’t see your face because he was focused on the road, but he could feel your happiness radiating from you. 
“You help me make the tarts?”
He squeezed your hand. “Sure will. There’s lots a’ steps I can help ya with. Like cuttin’ up the apples. Little babies like you have no business around sharp tools.”
You hummed in agreement and daydreamed about the pastries you and Lee would make. Now feeling less sad, you looked out the window and yawned. 
“Gettin’ tired over there?”
You shook your head but you were already starting to nod off. 
Lee chuckled when he got a glimpse of you fighting off sleep. “Go on and rest your head on the winda’ baby. I’ll wake ya when we get home.”
You grunted but did as he said. You fell asleep still holding your daddy’s hand with the rumble of the car and his gentle squeezes lulling you to sleep. 
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