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#no use fightin'
babyjakes · 2 years
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no use fightin'.
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event | kinktober 2021
prompt | breeding kink
summary | the sheriff knocks you up in the empty station.
pairing | dark!lee bodecker x reader
warnings | dark!lee (kinda soft but then not lol), noncon, that southern accent (you gotta read it this way or it won’t work!!), corruption/abuse of power, handcuffs, heavy use of petnames, panty gag, crying, p in v, forced orgasm, mocking/degradation/humiliation, insults, breeding kink, slight tummy bulge/size kink :^)
word count | 1,028
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an | oh boy. lee’s back, and he’s still just as dark and delicious as ever:’-) i have kind of decided i suck at writing lee’s vernacular but guess i forgive myself - i think the heavy use of those southern petnames maybe makes up for it? i hope everyone enjoys this one!
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“My oh my, sweetcheeks. You’s is quite the sight for sore eyes, now ain’t ya?” The sheriff’s breath is hot against the sweat-drenched flesh of your neck where he’s tucked up his lips, suckling gently on and off again as his hands wander across your tummy and hips. “Got you lookin’ so pretty for me, all tied up like this- oh come on now, suga’ pie. S'no need for tears,” he hums as you choke against the fabric of your own lingerie he’s got stuffed up in your mouth. “You’re gonna ruin all that pretty makeup you got on. You get all dolled up jus’ for me, angel?” Lee teases, his touch trailing down to the crook of your thigh, “Aww baby, you shouldn’ have.”
You sob out a desperate attempt at a cry for help, but none of your words translate through your makeshift gag, soaked with your tears and spit. Your wrists struggle helplessly in the harsh metal cuffs locked high above your head, the faint rattling of the chain causing the sick man before you to chuckle. “S'no use in fightin’ it, sweetha’t. We got the whole damn station to ourselves, how’s about that, hmm?” Dragging one of his thick digits down between your clenching legs, he dips into your wetness, prodding around a bit to find your aching clit. “Oh my, babydoll. Looks like someone’s enjoyin’ themselves,” he sings as he drags his finger around the tender bud in slow, agonizing circles, the brutal stimulation causing the bundle of nerves to burn in sinful need. “There, that’s it, peach,” he grumbles, his other hand rising to cup your chin as he forces you to look him in the eyes. “See? I can play nice,” Lee grin as you whimper in humiliation, the unwanted pleasure he’s providing making your gut twist in shame. “Jus’ gotta let me love on you, sweetcheeks. C’mon now, that’s it.”
Shifting his thumb to take over against your throbbing button, he eases a first finger inside of you, groaning lowly at the feeling of you clenching down against him. “Fuck, suga’ pie. Such a tiny little hole, you’s got.” Soon, a second finger is added as the sheriff struggles to stretch you out. “Love those pretty sounds you make,” Lee coos as you do your best to suppress your sobs, his fingers now squelching lewdly as they pump hard and fast into your channel. Feeling pressure begin to build in your belly, you squeeze your eyes shut, doing everything in your power to fight off your approaching climax. But when the cruel man’s pace at rubbing your hardened clit increases, there’s nothing you can do but wail into the thick wad of fabric caught between your teeth as you cream right on Lee’s fingers, causing him to cheer at his success in breaking you.
“That’s my girl- fuck, angel,” he cursed as you heave through your high. “Such a needy little cunt on you, already cummin’ for me and I haven’t even felt inside’a you.” Your body slumps pathetically once Lee pulls away from you, the cuffs around your wrists digging into the tender flesh to keep you hanging upright. At the sound of the sheriff’s belt buckle coming undone, followed by his zipper, you let out another futile sob, your entire body convulsing as his rock-hard length is lined up at your opening.
“Come on now, peach. Don’t tap out on me yet,” Lee rouses you, rubbing at your clit harshly to jolt you to attention, the overstimulation of the little nub bringing more tears to your eyes. “There she is; now hold still, sweetha’t. Don’t wanna hurt you while I’m stretchin’ you open.” When the thick, throbbing rod of flesh begins slowly impaling you, bile rises in your throat as your eyes sting with tears. “Fuck, can barely fit inside’a ya, sweetcheeks,” the man shakes his head. “C’mon, let me in, pretty girl. Oh, you poor thing,” he croons, smiling sickly as he pinches your clit, causing you to jerk against his cruel hand.
The next few seconds are purely agonizing as Lee forces the rest of himself inside of you, letting out a strained moan when his balls finally meet your slick heat. “Shit, babydoll. Look at you, so full’a me. You gonna let me fuck you, suga’ pie? Gonna let me fill you with my babies, make you into a nice little wife for me?”
Your eyes widen in horror at the man’s words, but before you can cry out or react in any way, Lee’s pulled out of you gently, only to slam back in with devastating force. “That’s right, you’s is gonna fucking take it, bitch,” he demands, knocking the wind out of you by repeating the action again, then again, slowly building up speed. “Fuck, jus’ like that. Stupid little slut, jus’ gotta hang there and take it. Gonna knock you up, sweetcheeks. Get that sweet little tummy nice ‘nd round for me, make you mine for good.”
As Lee continues to fuck you brutally, only your pitiful weeping and the man’s hoarse groans can be heard through the empty back room, accompanied by the sounds of his flesh smacking against yours as he makes his mark on you, ensuring you’ll feel his impact for days to come. The ordeal seems too painful for another climax on your end to even be possible, but as Lee begins his chase towards release, he isn’t satisfied without you right there with him. “C’mon, baby. Give me one more, need’a feel you milkin’ me when I shoot that belly’a yours full’a cum.” His hand returns to roll your clit between his fingers, and in a matter of just seconds he’s got you crying out once more, clamping down on him as your orgasm is forced out of you.
“Shit, that’s it. Jus’ like that, peach. Fuck, oh fuck,” Lee grunts, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he finally bottoms out, the feeling of his hot seed filling you up causing a scream to rise in your throat. “That’a girl- take it, angel,” he smiles as he kisses your cheek. “Nothin’ you can do but fuckin’ take it.”
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socksandbuttons · 2 months
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I AM STARING AT KC. WHILE WATCHING THIS LAES EPIOSDE.
Yall really threw away something there for this kinda plot BUT SURE.
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haunted-xander · 1 month
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I made two custom brushes for this btw. If you even care
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dr-awkkward · 2 years
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Peacock... Paprika... Neco-Arc... My beloveds...
Honestly, it's even better when the character has a super move that's basically a stronger version of their item toss (Faust, Platinum, Teddie, Neco-Arc, Paprika kinda), and you can just splurge all your meter to flood the screen with chaos. It's such a satisfying thing to just go, "Fuck your entire side of the screen. I CAST RANDOM BULLSHIT." Makes you feel like the second coming of Loki himself.
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sgtgrunt0331-3 · 1 year
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In honor of 0331 day... yours truly standing post at "Fuzzy's Fightin' Hole" in Ash Shatra, Iraq, 2003.
The story behind the name “Fuzzy’s Fightin’ Hole," was in honor of Fred “Fuzzy” Thurston, who was an offensive linemen for the Packers during the Lombardi era. He also owned a sports bar in Green Bay, from which me and dad used to purchase our game tickets. After returning home from our deployment, dad and I went back to Green Bay for a game and to make a special visit to Fuzzy’s bar.
When we arrived, Fuzzy was in the back signing autographs and getting photos taken with some patrons. I waited for my turn and presented the “Fuzzy’s Fightin’ Hole” sign and a copy of this photo to him. He was so touched by my gift that he gave me a huge hug, then led me behind the bar, with his arm around me and announced to everyone that I had just come home from Iraq. The whole bar erupted with applause. I looked over at dad and could tell he was trying his best to keep his eyes from sweating and I was trying to do the same.
A year later, we returned to Green Bay for another game and keeping up with tradition, visited Fuzzy's bar. We came to find the sign and pic framed together and hanging on the wall. I was incredibly touched that he thought high enough of my gift, he wanted to displayed it for all to see. Unfortunately Fuzzy passed away in December 2014. I will never forget him and the gratitude he displayed for my modest gift.
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clingylilhoneybee · 28 days
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They should make hometown bars illegal
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pcktknife · 2 years
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ooo another thing i liked abt splat3 was how it told me things i already knew ''#1 turf coverer'' like mhm you know it
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literaila · 3 months
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the way u write banter is so real because i looove being difficult too … i love arguing !!!
omg me too!!!!! ask anyone fighting is my only talent
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hey uh,now I've moved here can I ask who the gym leaders are? because I wanna throw hands with the art teacher at uva specifically and if he got a gym, I will go there.
The Gym leaders are as follows:
Katy, the Bug-type gym leader of Cortondo,
Brassius, the Grass-type gym leader of Artazon,
Iono, the Electric-type gym leader of Levincia,
Kofu, the Water-type gym leader of Cascaraffa,
Larry, the Normal-type gym leader of Medali,
Ryme, the Ghost-type gym leader of Montenevera,
Tulip, the Psychic-type gym leader of Alfornado,
and Grusha, the Ice-type gym leader of Glaseado Mountain.
The elite four are:
Rika, the Ground-type specialist,
Poppy, the Steel-type specialist,
Larry (again), the Flying-type specialist,
and Hassel, the Dragon-type specialist.
Then, of course, me! Geeta, the all-around specialist.
Also employed here is Tross, the social media manager who might step in for any Elite Four member out sick. Beware their (League-assigned) Fighting types!
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everyone-is-emptyy · 1 year
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my mf energy the last couple days. da manía is back bitchezzz (the new meds gonna have to kick in soon)
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turtle-trash · 1 year
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I forgot to post these but!! I made some possible alts for stronghoof bc I think he looks neat. The first one is basically just velvets Neapolitan pallet bc I think he should also have one and the other two are Pokémon
Here the frame I took his pose from btw. I’m pretty sure it’s his idle pose which is why I used it
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heartsbreaking · 9 months
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@shadowbrn sent [ 📲 sms: ] netflix? chill? both? / isaac mcadoo
[ MSG : isaac ] i'm not busy tonight and you're more fun than staying at home [ MSG : isaac ] i could come by
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cashmonei · 11 months
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idk if notifs show up for private blogs or not but if u just got like random 12 notifs on ur post its bc i was rbing it. love wins
Oh they are not showing up for me but o7 thank you comrade may we both find peace together in the afterlife
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bombz-n-bluntz · 1 year
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Thinking about Geiger
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heeroyue · 1 year
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One of my middle schoolers told me "yeah you look like someone who plays percussion" during tech and as a primarily wind player I don't know how I feel about that.
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blanketburritotoro · 2 years
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So I was talking to my friend who, unlike me, does not have Irish and Scottish heritage/blood and to them bagpipes are just "kinda okay"
So that answers a question I never asked.
I told them "you're lucky we're friends. Such a high offense......"
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