Sometimes NSFW. I love Sebastian Stan, Marvel, Hockey, Action Movies, Filthy Romance Novels, and Beautiful (and usually, fictional) Men. Probably too old for tumblr.
Characters: Lee Bodecker, Reader, Jane Bodecker, assorted OCs, also gonna go ahead and say Lee is kinda soft/dark in this one
Word Count: 8000
Warnings: Infidelity, alcohol usage, smoking, somewhat dub-con sexual stuff, but not really
Summary: The Reader is a young single mother and widow new to the town of Meade. She gets drawn into a social circle that includes the Sheriff’s wife, while also being drawn to the Sheriff himself.
A/n: I truly don’t know where this came from or why I wrote it. I watched TDATT and suddenly this whole thing just popped into my head complete with a Patsy Cline soundtrack. There’s infidelity on Lee’s part, and his wife is terrible, and these are fictional characters so I am trying to not feel guilty for making that happen.
There’s more to this story, probably extending into 1 or 2 more parts. I don’t know what to say for myself, I cannot pwp. Feedback and constructive criticism are welcome. Not beta-read, so please let me know if there’s an error.
Hope you enjoy!
Meade is as good a place as any to settle. Surrounded by wilderness and small towns, it’s quiet, far from anyplace and anyone you know. A welcome adventure and a place to dispose of your grief, finally - hopefully.
You pull up on a quiet street and sit there just a moment to breathe, to look at the life you had that is settled in between the few boxes and suitcases of belongings, the folded up flag, and the little boy you buckled into the seat.
Through a tangled web of connections, you are able to rent a little upper duplex apartment from the widow in town. She claims she doesn’t mind a little noise as your son stomps up the stairs and gives you an open invitation to join her at church on Sundays.
It is six days into your new residence, the first Monday in town when the apparent welcoming committee shows up at your door. She wears a gentle smile on her face and presents you with a warm pie still wrapped in cloth.
“My name is Jane Bodecker, my husband’s the Sheriff. I wanted to introduce myself…”
You know the routine after moving around a few times already. You imagine the conspiring during the luncheon after church yesterday, the ladies munching on dry cookies and deciding who would be the first to talk to you.
You nod and smile, and accept the offering.
“Some of us like to get together to play cards and socialize on Tuesdays, it would be nice to have you join us and let us get to know you.”
Of course she means that they are chomping at the bit to know why a single woman with no family ties has moved into town. You’re familiar with the ritual and know you need to go along if you want to make it work in this place.
alpha destroyer's Chris being the meanest of the biker gang
"you always whine about how much you hate me yet your smell always betrays you", Chris blows smoke of his cigarette on your face before smirking, "sweetheart, if you want me to fuck you, you just gotta ask nicely"
Title: Check and Mate
Summary: Chris runs your little town with an iron fist. But you'll bring him to his knees.
Pairing: Alpha Biker Chris x omega reader
Warning: a/b/o dynamics. soft dark chris due to alpha nature. public sex, fingering.
A/N: As always don't copy, repost, or translate my work. Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated.
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Waving your hand in front of your face, you stifle the urge to cough. Fucking cocky alpha. Just because he’s sex on legs doesn’t mean you don’t hate him.
Every time you see him, he does this shit.
Every fucking time. And you’ve had it with him, his amazing scent, his smug attitude, and that fucking smoke he always blows in your face.
Your mouth moves faster than your brain. Anger overriding your fear of him.
“If I wanted to fuck you, I would have already done it by now.” You tell him as you pluck the cigarette from lips and put it out on his leather kutte.
His brows pull together as shock creeps across his handsome features. The indistinct murmur of oohs behind you bolsters your confidence.
You snake your hand around his neck, tapping his mating gland. “The honey scent dripping off me, the one you can’t seem to get enough of ain’t because of you.” The lie falls off your tongue as you rub your index finger over his gland, his eyes snapping up to you.
A jolt of nerves shoots through you as his crystal blues harden, his gaze unwavering. You push away from him, fluffing out the ends of your teal sundress. “Now I’m going home. Tell my brother if he doesn’t want to get locked out, he better hurry up.”
You rush outside, the cool summer air hitting your face. Leaning over, you place your hands on your knees. “Can’t believe I did that. What the fuck was I thinking?”
“You look good like that. All you need is my cock in that sweet little pussy and you’ll be beautiful. “
You startle, almost falling forward, you regain your footing as you glance over at him. Straightening up, you take a step back. His lips slowly curve into a pleased wicked smile as he mimics your moments.
Your back hits the rough wall with a thump, Chris’s hands land beside your head, caging in you. His scent, rich deep leather and fresh pine settles over you and all you want to do is lean on his chest and breath him. It's a fight to keep your nature at bay. Your eyes trapped by his darkened eyes, something burning deep within him, a flurry of emotions you’ve never seen before.
"You know kitten, I gotta say I’m loving the claws on you.” He murmurs, his hips jutting forward, pushing you into the wall. You feel his cock stirring in his jeans. “Makes me real curious about the rest of you, bet the mouth can do a lot more than talk shit.”
You stifle the urge to whimper even as your slick coats your panties. Your scent thickened by your arousal, you can tell the second it reaches him because his nostrils flare and he deeply inhales you, releasing a deep groan. “Not because of me, huh?” His sharp taunt surrounds you.
“I hate you,” you spit out.
He quirks a brow, his gaze dropping to the small hole burned below his patch. “So you say kitten.”
Shit. “I’ll pay for it or buy you a new one-” you cut off with a small squeak when he grinds his hips into you.
He takes your chin in his palm, squishing your cheeks hard enough that your lips pout. “No kitten, this is yours now.” His other hand runs up your thigh, the feel of his rough, scarred fingers sends a shiver through you.
“And after that little show you put on in front my men'-” he pauses, chuckling as he finds you warm and wet. “-you earned your spot as my new queen. Need me an omega with a little bite."
What? His queen.
Your protest withers away as his thumb circles your clit. And you whimper, the thin sound making him growl. "But don't think I won't spank you in front of everyone if you pull some shit like that again."
More slick coats his hands as he drags the pad of his finger back and forth, sensations unfurling as you rock your hips.
“Guess I just need to fuck the attitude out of you,” he states, his eyes raking over your face.
Fuck him, oh you hate him but you love the way his thumb is flickering over your bundle of nerves-god yes so good so good. “Pretty little thing needs a good pounding to learn her place.”
You want to tell him to go fuck himself but his fingers are plunging into your cunt, the soft squelch of your drenched pussy filling the night air with as he twists his wrists just right and oh it feels amazing.
Chris bites down on your lower lip until you cry out. “Now cum for me.” He growls, the alpha command gripping your cunt tight, your orgasm hitting you hard and fast, a scream bubbling up as it wraps around you, pulling you down until you break, your mind goes blank, only able to focus on his fingers inside you. He fucks you through it, only stopping after you fall into his chest.
You rub your face on his shirt with a soft chirp, inhaling his rich scent sweetened by his masculine pride. “Thatta girl,” Chris tilts your chin up with his slick coated finger. “You’re welcome.”
“Buts that the only freebie you’re getting kitten. “He taps your nose, smearing your juices across your cheek. “You’re going to have to beg for my cock.”
Blinking rapidly, you silent repeat his words, indignation souring your high. Your post-orgasm haze clears and you shove him away. “I’m not begging you for shit.”
He pops his finger into his mouth. “You’re right,” he says, a knowing grin stretching across his bearded face. “By the time I’m done edging that little cunt, you’re goin’ cry for it.”
You drop your head, hiding your smirk behind your hand. Alphas are always so fucking predictable. You're going to fuck up his entire world and you're going to do it while fucking him every chance you get.
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