#tbswritingchallenge

[navybrat817]

Most Important Meal

Pairing: Dark!Lee Bodecker x Female Reader

Summary: Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.

Word Count: 100

Warnings: Cockwarming, Dubcon/Noncon elements, implied kidnapping, attempted escape, dark themes, punishment, Lee Bodecker (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: The Basement Spouses Writing Challenge: Use a character and prompt in a story 100 words or less. Today is Lee Bodecker and "Be good for me, baby. We wouldn’t want to see those tears again." Written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.

And the Sheriff had a big appetite.

Lee grunted in approval as he shoveled another bite of pancakes into his mouth, obscenely licking the syrup from his lips with a moan. "Might be your best batch yet."

You whined around his cock, your jaw aching as he forced your head down further. Your ass was still sore from your earlier punishment. He didn't like it when you tried to run.

So he put a chain around your ankle.

"Be good for me, baby. We wouldn’t want to see those tears again."

Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[sgt-seabass]

𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞

pairing — dark!ransom drysdale x reader w/c — 250 listening to — ♫hate you, ladies code warnings — cockwarming, general dark elements a/n — not beta-ed. we die like men. part of The Basement Spouses second writing challenge.

You’d never wanted this life. It was a reality that even your worst nightmares couldn’t conjure.

After your inherited bookstore, which Ransom had invested in, had gone under, your body became the prize Ransom desired for his payment, and you had no choice but to agree.

Officially, you worked in Ransom’s publishing company. Unofficially, you spent most of the day warming his cock while he worked. And at night, you warmed his bed. For someone who seemed to hate you, Ransom always kept you at his side.

The day was the same as any other. While responding to his emails, you sat in Ransom’s lap, his cock nestled deep in your cunt, pulsing each time you shifted your hips.

“You’re in the way,” Ransom said flatly.

If looks could kill, Ransom would be dead with how you turned to glance at him. There was a spark in the way eyes met, a contest of wills. “Go fuck yourself.” 

He merely chuckled as he always did at your jabs, pushing your back so you were forced down to rest on the mahogany desk. Ransom picked up his laptop, resting it on the new flatness of your shoulders, using you like furniture. “Go on. Tell me you hate me and see what that does to me.”

You couldn’t say no to an offer like that. “I hate you.”

Ransom’s cock swelled, his hips canting up and driving dick deeper. “Keep going. Maybe you’ll be lucky and I’ll fill you with my seed.”

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[shadeysprings]

No Good in Goodbyes

—Ransom Drysdale x Mature!F!Reader

Summary — Ransom makes it known why breaking up with him is wrong.

Warnings — noncon, car sex, age gap (reader is older than Ransom), Ransom is Mean. There may be more that I forgot so I ask that you read with caution.

A/N — Another TBS writing challenge, with Ransom as our man. I do ask you to be gentle as this is the first time I've written him. This is also a wip I have so this is a sneak peek for y'all.

As always, your feedback is highly appreciated and your reblogs would be amazing. And of course, I hope y'all enjoy! ❤️

Grabbing onto the leather seat, you bite down on your tongue to stifle your cries as Ransom roughly fucks you from behind. You thought the timing would be right to tell him of what your daughter said, that dating someone her age would only sully further the family name.

But to even think Ransom would be understanding of your situation, that he would respect your decision was something you never should have expected. Especially now as he takes you shamelessly in his car, parked just outside your daughter’s apartment, rethinking the affection he’s shown for you. 

“What makes you think you can leave me just like that?” He snarls, and you gasp as he rams his cock deep into your core. “No one leaves Ransom Drysdale. Especially not some old bitch like you.” His words pierce deep into your heart, making you cry, but more so from the brutal pace he sets as he thrusts relentlessly into your cunt. 

“Ransom—! Stop!” You beg, but he refuses to listen. Anger rises in you that you try to push back but he simply pushes a hand against your head, burying it against the leather seat of his car. “I hate—” But the words never leave your lips as he grabs you by your neck and yanks you back, making you face him. 

“Go no. Tell me you hate me and see what that does to me.” He threatens before giving you a sinister smile and claiming your lips with a sloppy kiss.

[dauntingdaydreams]

Lights Out

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.”

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.”

[flordeamatista]

𝗦𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗧𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀

pairing: lee bodecker x reader

concept:  A tale of your wicked deeds.

word count: 100

warnings: pre-anal elements, soft power imbalance, manipulation — soft future dubcon to be safe

a/n: Small daydream for The Basement Spouses 100 word writing challenge

the character : Lee Bodbecker and prompt “Be good for me, Baby. We wouldn’t want to see those tears again.”

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There are whispers and shadows of wicked crimes dancing on the streets of the town.

Stepping closer, you felt his presence behind you.

You inhaled deeply when his hot breath caressed your ear, thick arms encircled your back. "Be good for me, baby," he murmured. 

You've committed the crime, so the sheriff grinned nightly, punishingly, his dark eyes fixed on yours.

A tale of your wicked deeds.

"We wouldn't want to see those tears again." he gently blew on your neck.

You felt your cheeks separate as he pushed into you.

His every thrust erased your crimes and turned you into a good citizen.

[hannigrams-daughter]

Betrayal

Soft Dark!Lee Bodecker × Wife!Reader

wc — 125

warnings: dark content elements, reader being locked up, implied dub-con, mention of abortion.

a/n — hello everyone! this is my first writing post here in tumblr, I have write before but I left it like 5-6 years ago, so I want to thank @vellicore and @shadeysprings for this amazing idea that allows me to enjoy this hobby one more time.

The challenge was to write a prompt in 100 words (which I fail, but again this is my first time writing again for a long time) with the phrase "Be good for me baby, we wouldn't want to see those tears again."

So, here there is, enjoy!

When she opened her eyes, Lee wasn't there. It was common, he usually left early to the station to give an early patrolling searching for things out of place.

On the other hand, she remained at home doing wifely chores and greeted him with dinner at the end of the day. Today wasn't different.

But it was different, the door of their marital room didn't open and deep down she knew what was happening.

Her screaming was heard, her husband opened the door, showing the proof of her betrayal in his eyes: the abortion order.

He looked at her with a sinister smile, holding her head and cleaning her tears. "Now, be good for me baby. We wouldn't want to see those tears again, right?"

[wheezy-stucky]

Dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader

Warnings: implied childbirth and captivity

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.”

The pain stopped, evaporated into thin air along with the last scream from your lungs.

The beat of silence soothed you, before the new cry began and wrapped vines around your heart, pumping the guilt through your veins as the new life, tiny and bloody, screeched its arrival between your blood-slick thighs.

The door creaked open loudly, allowing in light and there he stood, watching for a moment before descending the stairs and approaching. He scooped up the babe wrapped in his jacket, smiling darkly.

“Be good for me, baby. We wouldn’t want to see those tears again.”

[sgt-seabass]

𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍

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.

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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