Is this were I make a request? I have never requested anything before 😂 Um, well here is my Idea. For Lee if you don’t mind: So Y/N is giving Lee the silent treatment cause they had an argument but even though Y/N is pissed, they still do all the domestic things they normally would. Like cooking him meals, brushing off a piece of lint from his shoulder, helping him tie his tie in the morning and making sure his badge is straight, kissing his cheek before he leaves etc. Hope thats okay, if not don’t worry 🥺 xxxxxxxxx
Hello, my little munchkin!! This is where you request things 😊 this is my first Lee ask, so huzzah! I love this request so much, you have no idea. Angst is what fuels me 😈 Thank you so much for sending this in!
Kisses 💋
—K
P.S. this was written on my phone (again), so I apologize in advance for any spelling errors
Silent Treatment
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"Lee, all I'm sayin' is that I don't like how she flirts with y–"
"God, woman, do y'ever shut the fuck up? Yack yack yack all the fuckin' time! For the last time, you don't have to worry about it, and that's the last I wanna hear about it!" He shouted, exhausted and frankly over the entire argument.
You flinched at the sudden booming voice shouting at you. You glared at him for a moment before nodding your head and licking the inside of your cheek. You decided that yeah, it'd be the last he heard from you for a while. Without a word, you turned back to finish drying the dishes from dinner. Lee muttered a "good," before stomping off to the bathroom to get ready for bed. Both of you going to bed still angry.
You woke up before Lee did, as always, but looking at his sleeping face didn't bring the sweet fuzzy feelings like it normally did, instead it reminded you of how he shouted and insulted you the night before. With a small scoff, you got up and went about your normal routine, getting cleaned and dressed before making breakfast for the two of you.
Standing at the oven, you hear him in the bedroom, getting dressed for his shift at the station. Lee enters the kitchen, surprised to find his cup of coffee set on the table waiting for him. He half expected you to make him get it himself, it's what he'd do if he was you.
"Good morning," he says, his voice still gruff and hard, but you offer him no response and don't even spare him a glance.
He was still a little angry from yesterday's argument too, but he was mostly ashamed and guilty for having yelled like he did, though he couldn't remember exactly what he said. When he realized you weren't going to talk, he sat at the table to drink his coffee, opting to read the paper while he waited for you to finish cooking, glancing at the back of your head every now and then.
After a few minutes of silence, you set a plate in front of him. You hardly ate breakfast with him since he had to get down to the station early every morning, but the absence of your melodic voice telling him about your odd dreams or nightmares made him feel strangely lonely. But Lee was nothing if not stubborn. If you didn't feel like talking yet, fine, he wasn't going to waste his breath either.
When he finished his breakfast, you took his plate to finish cleaning the kitchen. Lee was standing at the mirror in the hallway, trying to figure out how to tie his tie. He was redoing the knot for the 5th time when he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. He turned to find you standing behind him, turning him to face you. Your hands tying the knot perfectly within seconds. You smoothed the collar of his shirt, even picking off the stray pieces of lint on his shoulder.
Lee watched you as you silently straightened out his uniform, your face was set, obviously still angry at him, your lips didn't curl into the soft smile like they normally would, nor did your eyes meet his. He frowned a little, that gnawing guilt coming back to bother him. Before he could say anything you were leaving back to the kitchen, he huffed and finished putting on his uniform.
Just as he was pulling on his wide brim hat, he felt a familiar soft tap on his shoulder again. You straightened the star of his Sheriff's badge before pressing a kiss to his cheek like always and ushering him out of the house. He left the house pouting and missing your voice already.
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Lunchtime came around, and Lee was excited to see you when you dropped off his lunch. He was determined to get you to speak to him, the rest of the station had been dealing with their Sheriff's poor mood all morning.
You were always on time, so right at 12:00pm you were knocking on his office door, his lunch in hand. Lee jumped up to open the door when he heard your first knock, practically flinging it open.
"Hi, darlin'," he says with a small smile when he notices you're looking at him now.
You give him a curt, tight lipped smile that he swears lasted less than a second, and offer him his lunch: a small lunch box and a thermos of soup. He takes it from you with a soft 'thank you.' You press a kiss to his cheek once more then turn on your heel and leave.
Lee was starting to get frustrated now. You've fought before, so why the hell were you being so stubborn now? He didn't say anything to–wait. He remembered what he said. A groan falls from his lips and he rubs his face as the memory of what he said replayed in his mind. "Shit..."
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When his shift is over, Lee makes a beeline for the florist to pick up your favorite flowers. He's enterned full apology mode. Bouquet in hand, he finally makes it home. He can smell the enticing aroma of dinner being made in the kitchen. His heart swelling at the fact that even though you're mad you still take care of him.
"Hey, sweetheart," he calls to you softly but is again met with silence. "I got these for you, know how much you like 'em," that seems to pique your interest, you turn to glance over your shoulder at him.
You soften ever so slightly when you see the bouquet of flowers in his hand. You also can't deny how handsom he looks in his uniform. You turn to face him as he moves closer, handing you the bundle of flowers which you accept. Your eyes finally meeting in a calm yet smoldering gaze.
"M'sorry I yelled at ya. It was uncalled for," he brought one hand to your waist, testing the waters to see if you'd let him hold you. When you don't push him away, he brings his other hand to your hip, pulling you closer.
"And m'sorry for cussin' at ya, an' tellin' ya y'talk too much," he spoke softly, he really was sorry, you could see it in his icy blue eyes. Still not saying anything you set the flowers on the counter top.
"I miss your voice, darlin', please say somethin'..." he whispers to you, arms fully wrapped around you now. Your arms move to sling around his neck, one hand cradling his clean shaved cheek as you tip toe to press a soft kiss to his lips. Lee immediately melts into the kiss, relishing the tender affections you give him. The kiss is chaste but loving, pulling back you smile softly at him.
"Thank you for the flowers," you whisper against his lips, and Lee can't help but grin at the sound of your voice, his eyes still shut from the kiss.
"Anything for you, darlin'," he rubs your back softly, "am I forgiven?"
You smirk and nibble your lip, "well, you could make it up to me, Sheriff," your tone slipping into a more sultry timbre. Lee shivered at the change in your voice, immediately knowing what you want, his smirk mirroring yours, cock hardening in his slacks.
Could I request something for Lance showing the reader his “tattoo” for the first time? Thanks!🥴
Ooo this should be fun hehehe 😈
Thank you for sending this is, sweet baby nonnie 💖💖💖💖
P.S. this was written on my phone, so if there's any errors, Im sorry hehe
Kisses!! 💋
—K
Wait, is That Real?
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Slamming the door of the hotel room with a resounding thud, you pulled the thin jacket from your shoulders. Your lips were currently attached to Lance's, his tongue swirling around your mouth possessively, making your tummy do backflips at the thought of where else he could use that wicked tongue of his. He was undressing as quickly as you were, months of teasing, lingering touches, knowing smirks all came to this moment, and he'd be damned if he let's another moment go by without feeling your naked skin against his.
His lips devoured the skin of your jaw and neck, sucking a hickie into the spot that made you mewl his name—oh, he could get used to that. Just as he was going to lead you further into his room, you pressed him back into the wall, your hands teasing the buckle of his belt and the rock hard bulge at the front of his jeans.
"Oh, fuck, yeah," he groans with a smug smirk as you slowly lower to your knees in front of him, your tongue lightly licking a trail downwards, your eyes locked on his. Settling on your knees, you rub his thighs, then you notice something peeking out from the top of his pants, a thin line of blue. You cock your head in slight confusion, making Lance chuckle darkly above you. "Go ahead and take a look, babydoll," he pets your cheek as you undo his belt, biting your lip, eager to unwrap him.
Lance watches as you pull his jeans to pool around his ankles, chewing on his bottom lip when you suckle at his tip through his boxers. The curiosity burning in your mind, you abandon your plan of teasing him for the time being and finally pull down his boxers. A boastful smile spreads across Lance's face when you gasp at the sight of his bare groin.
Your eyes were transfixed by the gold medal adorning his skin, just above his throbbing cock. Absent-mindedly, you gently trace the outline of the blue ribbon, making Lance suck in a harsh breath, his cock bobbing in need.
"Is... is it real?" You ask softly, eyes following your finger as it moves across his skin.
"Why don't you take a closer look to find out, babydoll," he pants out, his hand winding through your hair to pull your head towards his crotch. Getting the message, you giggle and lick a stripe up his musclar inner thigh, sucking his balls into your mouth. "F–Fuuuuuuuck!"
You hum at the taste of his salty skin and release his sack from your mouth, biting and marking the tan skin of his thigh and hip before kissing over the ink of his tattoo. You weren't in much of a rush, you'd wanted to get your mouth on him for ages so you plan on savouring every moment.
"Come on, 'nough teasing, sweetheart," he grunts as you wrap a hand around his shaft. You can't help but chuckle at his neediness.
"Alright, alright," you murmur against his skin, locking your eyes with his as you slowly take him into your mouth, your nose pressing into the base of the gold medal. Lance curses under his breath at the sight, his hand brushing the hair out of your face to get a good look at you.
"My god, you look so pretty like this," he breathes out, one of his hands petting your cheek, thumb tracing your lip stretched around his thick girth. His hips starting to gently thrust subconsciously, your hands holding his outer thighs, moaning as he began to fuck your face at a desperate pace. You move your head in time with his thrusts, whimpering each time he bottoms out in your throat, eyes threatening to water. Each thrust brings the blue and gold ink to your face, its oddly mesmerizing you as you suck him off.
"M'gonna cum," he moans loudly, his eyes never leaving your face, entranced at how well you take him, "y'gonna let me fill that pretty mouth o'yours with my cum? Hm? Let me cum down your throat?"
The eager moan and slight nod you gave him was all the confirmation he needed. His hips gave one last deep thrust, burying his cock as deep into your hot throat as he could get, before he came with a loud growl of your name. You swallowed each spurt of his cum greedily, loving the way he shivered each time. His face was flushed and sweaty, knees trembling ever so slightly as you slowly released his softening cock from your mouth with a slick 'pop'. Wiping the corners of your mouth, you gaze up at him with a smirk, admiring your handy work.
Hello K! If you are still looking for requests, could you do a Lance Tucker x Reader Drabble? Maybe he gets home from work, the reader won’t stop teasing him and he gets annoyed?
Of course I can! I wasn't sure what degree of "annoyed" you wanted so I did what I would describe as "mild" 😹 I also wasn't sure what type of teasing (sexual or nonsexual) so I picked regular teasing hehe thank you for the request, nonnie!! 💖🍓
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You missed Lance today. You hadn't been able to spend much time with him recently because of your work schedules, and if you did have time together, one of you would be too tired to enjoy it. Well, you decided that the vicious cycle was ending tonight.
But, Lance, of course, had other plans. It was the weekend, finally, and all he wanted to do was eat dinner and go to bed as soon as possible. As soon as you heard the door opening, you jumped up from your spot on the couch and ran to greet him at the door.
"Hey, babydoll," he smiled and pressed a kiss to your forehead, moving past you, unintentionally ignoring your hug. You smiled and playfully feigned hurt.
"Oh, wow, you're too good to hug me, now?" He rolled his eyes with a small smile, opening his arms for you. "Alright, then, come here," but you shook your head and crossed your arms.
"I don't wanna hug you anymore," you said with a fake snooty attitude. Lance tried to remain just as playful but he had a long day, so he just shrugged and mumbled "that's fine with me." He opened the fridge to find something to snack on, but found nothing that appealed to him at the moment.
You smiled wickedly to yourself and carefully snuck behind Lance. Just as he was closing the fridge, you grabbed his sides and began tickling him. Normally, you'd hear his laugh and some weak pleas for you to stop or feel his own hands tickling your sides. But all you heard was a harsh and unamused "Stop!!"
Your hands stop immediately, resting against his sides and he pushes you off completely. He turns to glare at you. You'd forgotten how cold his eyes could get when he gets angry. The playful air now sour with tension.
"Jesus Christ, just knock it off! I'm tired, and I'm hungry, I don't want to be dealing with your shit right now!" He practically shouted. Before you could respond, he stomps away to your room and shuts the door. You hear the shower kick on and decide to give him some space.
Lance takes longer in the shower than normal. Probably to stay away from you as long as possible, your mind tells you. But you shake your head clear of thoughts like that. Everybody is entitled to some alone time.
Lance hears a knock at the bedroom door but chooses to stay quiet. You make no move to open it but instead say through the door that dinner was ready if he wanted to eat. He was still hungry, and the shower did calm him down. Putting on his sweats and a t shirt, he finally opened the bedroom door.
The smell of tacos wafted through the home, making his belly growl in hunger. The table was all set, you were washing the last few dishes in the sink, your back turned to him. The guilt of yelling at you had been sitting in his chest ever since he stormed off. You could hear his steps get closer as he approached you. A pair of strong arms carefully snaked around your middle, pulling you into his warmth, against his chest. You sighed and relaxed into him like it was second nature, your head resting against his. He held you for a moment, feeling the way you moulded against him and the way your breathing moved in sync with his.
"I'm sorry I yelled at you," he said softly.
"I'm sorry I bothered you," you replied. He pressed a kiss to your temple then turned your head to kiss your lips sweetly.
A soft thot I have; maybe after Lance has had a long week, his muscles are sore, so reader washes his hair for him by the side of the tub. Overall just Lance being babied and coddled over. ❣️
Thank you for sending this in, my lovely nonnie!! 💖💖
This is sooooooo cuuuuuute! Ok, lets go!
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The moment he walked into your shared bedroom, you could see he was exhausted. His normally proudly squared shoulders slumped down, and his expression seemed to be stuck in an annoyed grimace. You knew just how to fix that.
"Hey, there," you greeted softly with a smile, "rough day?"
He scoffed and nodded, undressing while heading to the shower. "Yeah, you could say that."
You noticed the wince and stifled groan he made as he pulled his shirt over head. You can't help but laugh when he gets stuck, his sore muscles refusing to move any higher. Getting out of bed, you help him undress. Lance can't help but pout, everything hurt, he smelled and now you were laughing at him.
"Oh, don't pout, I didn't mean to laugh at you," you press a quick kiss to his pouting lips, "let's take a bath, hm?"
Wordlessly, he just nods, letting you take over. You hold his hand as guide him to the bathroom. You get his favorite bubble bath soap, body wash and shampoo while the tub fills up with warm water. You ease him into the now foamy tub, and you can see the tense muscles of his back release ever so softly. Lance can't help but sigh appreciatively as the warm water envelopes his achy body.
"Better?" You ask as you sit at the edge of the tub and begin to pour water over his shoulders. Again, he wordlessly nods, he wants to just enjoy the moment so you don't press him too much.
"Tilt your head back for me, Love," you whisper and begin to carefully pour the water over Lance's dark hair. Taking his shampoo, you lather it in your hands a bit then massage it into his hair. Your fingers gentle yet firm as they carefully wash away the grime and sweat of his day. You massage his scalp, your movements lovingly easing away the headache that had been there all day. A deep groan rumbles in his chest, his eyes falling shut at the pleasurable feeling of your fingers in his hair. He listens to you hum softly, and Lance is sure he has never felt more loved in his life than he does right now.
Aaaah! Kink twin 🥰🫂 I thought of you the other day, I missed you! It's nice to hear from you hehe
Alright, at the moment (because it changes each time) Dennis Baker. Mostly because that's just whomst my mind is fixated on at the moment, but a close second is Bobby 🥺 my love, my heart, my sexy hit man— we love him. He's tied with Ransom, cause he's an ass and it's fun to channel all the pent up rage and aggression into a character 🥰
okay hoe, here's one for you netflix and chill with, go ice-skating with, play dodgeball against
nomad!steve
jake jensen
puppy!justin capshaw
Hey bestie 🥰 hmmmmmmmmmm
Netflix and Chill with: Nomad!Steve
I'd just— I have to take that beard for a ride or 5. He'd need all the intimacy and kisses and cuddles and rough sex he could get, and so he'd be the prime choice for netflix and chill... plus I just need my back blown out today 😈
Go ice skating with: Jake Jensen
This nerdy little puppy can hold my hand while we go around the rink ALL. DAY. LONG. The laughs, the giggles, the coy touches, snuggling up after we're finished, riding him in front of the fire place— whole nine yards of Christmas cheesiness!!
Play dodge ball with: puppy!Justin Capshaw
It would be fun!! This was hard. I almost said N&C with the sweet puppy but then that would mean dodgeball with Steve and I don't wanna get hit in the face by any balls other than his balls IFYAKNOWWHATIMEAN. Baha, but it would be fun! Playful, innocent and just down right fun 🥰
For the ask game, watch a soap opera with, go to a play with, watch your favourite movie with...
Lee, Lance, Jefferson. 💙
Ok, first thing's first: when I saw the names, my brain went "oooh, L, L, cool J, huh?" Ndjdjfjsjfs Lady Love himself would be embarrassed for me 😹😹😹😹
Secondly: hey, bestie 🥰💖
Watch a soap opera with: Lance Tucker 🥰
Ok, but I think watching a soap opera with Zeus, here, would be a lot of fun! I'm a major heckler when things make me angry or gross me out, so I think his arrogant, often repulsive behavior would make watching something insufferable and annoying like a soap opera much much muuuuch more fun. Plus, I'd wanna see if I could make him cum during commercial breaks 😹
Go to a play with: Jefferson 🎩
He would be such a good play companion! I feel like a lot of the other guys wouldn't be as comfortable or open minded to want to see a play. And with Jeffie, I think he'd love the theatre and the dramatic arts and have a great appreciation for the performers. The people you bring to events can either make or break it, and I feel like he'd make it a very enjoyable experience 🥰
Watch my favorite movie with: Sheriff Daddy Bodecker 🥰🥰
Oohhhh to be cuddled up on the couch, all the lights off, my favorite movie playing, my big bad sheriff nuzzling into my neck to press kisses to my soft skin. Whether or not sex is included I will be happy either way. I just wanna be held by this dangerous man. Oof. If you find that gif of Lee shooting someone SEND IT TO ME 🥵
