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imaginewarehouse · 7 months

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Human!Sheriff x Reader x Human!Doc Hudson || Drabble

Plot: Flo's diner on Friday Night's is always a lot of fun- there's good food and drink (Which is not out of the ordinary, admittedly), good company (The whole town ends up there at some point in the night), and theirs dancing. You're determined to get the hot old men to dance with you.

Warnings: Age difference I guess but its not a focus point.

I have had this fic in my drafts, finished and all, for years. Since like, 2019-2020, but since I wrote it just for me (Also the reason for the fist person perspective), I had never bothered to edit it- well I finally did and I think its kinda cute ^^

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“What are you two doing just sitting around and drinking over here for?” I ask Doc and the Sheriff, as I sweep off the dancefloor in exhaustion and rest in the chair beside Doc (The material of his blazer grazes my bare arm and I get a little jolt from the innocent touch). Mater’s a sweetie pie, and a great dancer but… boy, does he have more endurance than I do. After I take a second to gather my exhaustion and banish it, I turn to the two men and flash them a smile. “It’s fun out there!”

“Hmm, your exhaustion and the sweat completely bucketing off of you is especially encouraging.” Doc rolls his eyes, and turns to look back at the dancers. Ramone and Flo are dancing smoothly in the middle, like they’re practised, like they do it at home because they just love each other like that- unsurprisingly. Then Sally and Lightning are there, too, Mater’s found a new partner in Guido while Luigi laughs at his friend’s expense off to the side, and Lizzie's talking on happily to Red off to the side. A soft smile rests on my lips, until I turn away from the scene and back to the two men I’m sitting with. Sheriff’s already looking at me, which makes me smile wider.

“Being tired and sweaty is a good sign!” I exclaim, winking. “Sheriff, what about you? Fancy a round with me?” How many innuendos can I make with these men and get away with it? How many until they get it and take me? I’m not saying take advantage… because neither of them would do that- but at least recognise what I’m trying to get at here and ask me about it!!

He chuckles, moving in his bar stool chair to be more comfortable. “That’s a lovely offer, darlin’, but I’m afraid I’d probably just slow you down. I’m not as young as I used to be!”

At this, an opportunistic light switches on behind Doc’s calculating eyes, swivelling on his stool ever so slightly in order to turn that piercing stare on the sheriff. “Yes, he’s missed his last 3 check-ups, Y/N. Anything could be wrong with him.” Sheriff bristles and his expression dissolves into guilt, as he refuses to look at Doc who’s smirking. “Damn hot rods not allowing you a single day off to visit the office, right Sheriff?”

“Uhuh, ri-right.” Sheriff quickly clears his throat, straightening in his chair now to look around at anything other than Doc. As he does that, Dr Hudson glances to me with a quiet, conspiratorial look before taking another drink from his mug, making me giggle quietly.

In a moment, I raise my eyebrows at him. “Why don’t you take a dance with me, then? You must be at the height of health, ey Doc?”

A grunt is his response, as the amusement leaves his blue eyes and he looks away again.

“Come on, one of you? Both of you? I’m not picky- I’m desperate! Mater’s got a new partner and… “I risk a glance at the tow-truck owner and can’t stop a laugh from bubbling up to the surface. “Guido’s a hard act to beat! He’ll never want me back. I’m dying to get back on the floor, though!”

“Guido’s seemed to have transformed miraculously into a sack of potatoes.” Doc states in that slow, gravelly drawl, assessing the dancing couples as well. And it’s true, making me really chuckle this time at his analogy. Mater is just swinging the little Italian around at this point, with absolutely zero help from Guido himself. Guido’s toupee keeps bopping around and slipping out of place.

I stop my chuckling by biting my bottom lip, and scraping it through my teeth as I turn back to them. Sheriff’s stopped avoiding Docs gaze now and is looking at me with him like they’ve won- like together they can ward me off- Oh, ho, ho, though. These two think they’re so clever and victorious. But they haven’t gotten out of this. No, no. I’m determined; I’ll get one of them to dance with me tonight, even if it takes begging!

“You’re right.” I admit, then lean closer into the table pleadingly. “But I don’t want to dance with Mater, I want you two! Come onnnn,” I whine, looking as pleadingly as possible to them.

Doc sets me with a firm, straight lipped look. “And you’ll continue to want me.”

Well, that’s that then.

I turn from him, to Sheriff. When Doc’s mind is set, he usually will never change it. Sheriff, though… he’s a bit more lenient. A softie. A sweetheart. That’s one of the things I really love about him, in contrast to what I really love about Doc; his cleverness, his sternness. Unbelievably sexy qualities.

And I’m right, too. The Sheriff’s looking at me a with worried frown under that moustache and thoughtful deep, dark blue eyes. Oh lord, these men and their blue eyes. They had me my first day here in Radiator Springs.

I offer my hand across the table to him, and up the ante with my cute pleading look, which I hadn’t even known was possible. I do so by adding a little pout, and it does the trick. Sheriff heaves a great sigh and drops his large hand into mine, getting out of his chair. He rolls his eyes. “Hot damn… “He mutters something about the lord saving him, as I get up from my seat with the biggest beam on my face and springing into place next to him like a slightly overexcited puppy, before returning his gaze to me. “Remember what I said, I’m not as springy as I once was. And, I was never a very good dancer in the first place, so- “

“Let’s go!” Now that I’ve got him up, I’m not about stand here and listen to him talk himself out of this again, so I take us off to a spot on the floor. When I turn back to him and let go of his hand, I flash him a bright grin and think out loud in anticipation as the song ends and we wait for the next one to play. “Besides, the point of this is not to look good, it’s to have fun! Wanna have fun with me, Sheriff?” Okay, so I might have gone a little far with that last comment as the poor, sweet man goes a little pink, but I pretend not to notice that and just listen out for the first few beats of the next song. Before I can make the first move and pick up his hands again, as the song’s a bit boppy and perfect for twirling, he takes up mine first and then, before I know it he’s dancing with me. It’s so much fun!, he’s not half bad at dancing like he let on- there’s a little bit of funk and we slip out of time every now and then but that just makes us laugh. And he twirls me!! He twirls me!!! I’m also starting to think he was just being modest, with all that ‘I’m not as springy as I once was’, crap. Sheriff’s in shape! We’ve been dancing for the past 8 songs and he has not once needed a break or looked like he would be needing one any time soon.

It’s so much fun that I nearly forget to want a drink, or a break myself. The music is so hillbilly it’s fun, the laughter is elating, and the company is addictive. Every time a song ends, he’ll dip me and I’m not afraid that he’ll drop me; he’s strong, and his grip on me is firm. I laugh quite a bit when he does that, and when I get to twirl, and at some point he throws his hat off to Doc, and I’m surprised there’s still a Ford-Pines-Tom-Sellick-level head of hair there. Man, does this place know how to grow ‘em…

We go on like this for a few more songs, until he reminds me to get a drink and a rest for a moment and see how Doc is doing. “Hey Doc, I don’t think you should be worried about Sheriffs health, he’s fitter than me!” I exclaim elatedly as I collapse back into my seat beside him, exasperated but not really. Tired, yes, but annoyed, not at all.

“Hmmm,”

“Still don’t wanna get a dance in before the night’s over Doc? It really is fun!” Sheriff pours us both some water from the jug Doc ordered for us, laughing a bit because of the left-over endorphins, and I nod along intently.

“Yes, the offer’s still on the table until the last song ends. So, keep that in mind.”

“Sure.”

I giggle, widening my eyes exasperatedly at Sheriff over my cup as I take a sip, before Doc starts up a conversation about Chick’s latest Lightning slander in the news.

6 songs later, and the night’s about to end, sadly. I watch, quietly and honestly tired, as Ramone goes up to Red and requests a certain song, quietly. I guess it’s something special between him and Flow, but as the slow song starts to play, Sally and Lightning dance too- and I’m actually perfectly content and happy in just sitting by and watching, when a shift beside me catches my attention and I look to see Doc getting off his stool and stretching his back. “Ah… this is much more my speed. Y/N?” He raises his hand in front of my face without looking back from the dance floor, and I raise an eyebrow.

“Yes?”

“You said the offer to dance was on the table until the last song. I believe this- is the last song.” A slow grin spreads across my face, and I cautiously, tiredly hop off my own stool, taking his hand in the process.

“Sure is!”

“Now, Doc, I’d’a thought you’d be up for something faster!” The Sheriff teases after us, with laughing eyes as he sits comfortably still in his seat.

A tiny smile graces Doc’s face, making me feel squirmy like it always does. “Yes, but my physical ability extends only to the minimum of what a driver’s required to be. Dear, now shall we?”

“Mhm, yeah, we shall!” I agree, grinning cheekily at him and waiving quickly to the Sheriff as Doc walks me onto the floor and swings me around to face him. The song, slow and easy, plays on around us as he fixes his hands carefully on the okay zone around my waist and mine find his shoulders. As we sway around the floor, I wonder; Will I ever get to do this with them as my men? Go out dancing as a date?.. Will these two ever realise how much I really like them?

When Doc grins again I wonder, if he actually already does know.

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nevadas-night-time-novelist · 2 years

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Jebus, Sheriff, Auditor, Tricky - S/O gets knocked up

CW: Pregnancy

Reader is AFAB but this is gender neutral.

Jebus

-The moment something is even a little off he can sense it, it’s something to do with the halo. He constantly questions you. “Are you feeling alright my angel? Are you sure? My darling I hope you know you can tell me anything.”

-Get used to being bugged because he’s not gonna stop nitpicking until his mind is soothed. He’ll pick up on it the moment you miss your monthly cycle, and he’ll search for a few tests for you.

-The moment you show him a positive he just starts hysterically crying, holding you tightly against his form and praising the heavens for this divine blessing. Nevada’s saviour just got another reason to purify the world, another reason to keep fighting.

-He is going to become an absolute helicopter over you, turning himself into a bullet sponge if he needs to, keeping you out of harms way as best as he can. Settling down isn’t really easy in Nevada but whenever he feels like a place is safe enough to leave you, he’s scoping out areas that would be private and perfect for his unborn babe to grow up in.

-Nevada isn’t really a place for children, so getting supplies for them is an absolute pain, so he resorts to just hand making things. His downtime is spent with you in his lap, one hand protectively over your stomach, the other idly knitting a blanket with levitating needles.

-He nearly bursts when he feels the scrappy babe kick, constantly praising both you and the child. “Oh, this is.. Truly something else, my angel. With a parent like you, this one is going to change Nevada.. No- the world.”

-Once a safe enough house is established, he insists on building the crib by hand, carving intricate crosses and wings into the frame.

-Jeb absolutely worships you and will answer your every beck and call, if you need extra pillows, he’s on it in an instant. Absolutely nothing but the best for his partner. Saw a cockroach? He’s on his way to destroy this foul beast for scaring his darling.

-The moment your water breaks he’s ready, he’s been feverishly devouring knowledge from any source he can on delivery. It’s just the two of you, he doesn’t trust anyone else to help. He’s with you ever step of the way, telling you when to push, reminding you to breathe, and when the pain gets too much, he relents, pulling off his halo and placing it over your head. Even with the halo giving you power, it’s an exhausting effort.

-“Come now my angel, bring forth the physical embodiment of our love, the next saviour of Nevada,” And it’s over, Jebediah cradles his newborn son, carefully towelling him off and bringing him to meet his other parent. “Look my angel, he’s got your eyes.”

Sheriff

-Let’s not kid ourselves, if this is gonna happen, it’s 100% gonna be on accident and Sheriff is gonna be floored. “Wh’d'j'mean you’re pregnant? How?!” He’s a little dense on how this works, but he’s a man that can roll with the punches.

-“So my sweet lil pie is gonna give me a new deputy eh? I wonder how small a cowboy hat I can get the boys to find.” Yes he is genuinely going to send them out to find one, he is completely serious about this. “When d'ya think they can hold a gun? I wanna train em early.” “Honey, no-”

-He starts getting a bit distant randomly, nervous in your presence, wringing his hands, tugging at his gloves, fiddling with his hat. Worry starts to creep into your mind, is he thinking of running out on you? Surely he wouldn’t, right? … Right?

-One day he cracks, gets all red and flustered and caves, dropping to one knee. “Look sweet cheeks, we gon’ do this thing, we gon’ do it right. Marry me.” Deep down he’s a romantic, likes things done in the old traditional way, that includes getting knocked up means getting hitched.

-It’s a quiet ceremony, only a couple of people are invited, while he’d love to throw a big old wedding with all the bells and whistles, he’s a marked man and that kind of attention would bring his enemies down on him fast. But don’t think for a second he isn’t going to flaunt his new spouse around town. “Ain’t they the sweetest thing out here? I’m a lucky man, that’s for sure,”

-Once again calling on his boys to find stuff for him, bribing em with a bonus if they find real quality stuff. It’s good to be in power, people eager to please to climb the ranks.

-The baby’s room is going to be horse themed, Sheriff loves horses, and his child is going to. They do not have a choice. Horse blankets, horse plushies, horse themed clothes.

-He’s gonna get the best doctor out when his young ‘un is ready to come into the world, a couple midwives on standby to help during the process as well. He cries like a bitch when he gives you his hand to hold, you crush it like its nothing in the throes of pain. A little hand breaking is nothing compared to what you’re dealing with anyway.

-“It’s a girl, a healthy little girl,” “Y'hear that darlin?! A girl!” He silently pleads that you let go of his hand. You don’t relent until you’re handed your new baby, swaddled in a horse blanket.

Auditor

-He’s another one who’s going to preplan this, being careful until both of you are completely sure this is something you can both handle. A baby future employer is a lot more work than a simple grunt. Audi tries to carefully explain that it’s likely his little flame will prefer him and the other employers.

-It’s instantaneous when it happens, he can sense it, and you can feel the heat radiating from the brewing little life form. His ghostly hands trace your stomach and he smiles. “This one is going to be powerful, whatever pathetic remnants of the rebellion that remain when they are of age will easily be stamped out under their foot.”

-Audi is ever so prideful that his favourite grunt is instantly given respect now, agents offering you their seats wherever they can, bowing their heads to you, of course those lesser beings should feel lower than you, you’re blessed with the Auditor’s offspring. You’re not some common lowlife filth, of course you’re to be waited on.

-Duty does call, he’s a busy man with a lot on his plate, but servitude to you comes first and foremost. You can get away with a lot of shit during this time, sitting on his lap during important meetings with his fellow Employers, interrupting at your every whim and he’ll submit to you, wholly devoted. The others find your grip on him slightly disturbing.

-When he personally cannot be with you, you are escorted by at least one MAG and a handful of Soldats at any given time. If you so much as get a paper cut, someone will die a slow and agonising death. You are to be protected, no matter the cost.

-The moment he suspects Hank is anywhere near your current location, the whole building goes on lockdown, you’re escorted to a bunker out of harms way, two additional MAGs joining your team because maker be damned, he’s not going to allow that monster to harm a hair on your head.

-Peaceful times with him are amazing however, his excitement and anticipation grow with each passing day. He’ll lay down with his flames gently enveloping you, enough to heat you up, he wouldn’t dare even dream of burning you. Hope you like the heat since you can’t escape it.

-During the final few days you can’t shake him at all, he’s barking orders at everyone, and shit is tense for everyone, everyone but you, of course. He wouldn’t stress out his dearly beloved. There’s a medical team on standby 24/7, and Audi’s flames seem to burn brighter, bathing the room in a red hue. He’s eager to meet Nevada’s next employer.

-Crunch time, he’s ready for it. The other Employers show up, which is kinda weird, but they are like Auditor’s siblings in a way. Still, having them hover over you at your most vulnerable is unsettling.

-“It’s uh.. on fire?” The doctor says in an apprehensive tone. “As is to be expected.” Auditor hums, taking his tiny flaming humanoid into his arms, bringing them to meet their other parent. The tiny flames that drift from them are a soft petal pink, matching their eyes. “They’re going to be a fine Employer, and Nevada will obey their every little desire.”

Tricky

-The feral scientist has a very good sense of smell, something to do with his animistic tendencies. He can smell out a hormone imbalance in you, and he won’t leave you alone. “MATE SMELLS DIFFERENT. GOOD DIFFERENT, BUT DIFFERENT.”

-The twitchy bastard won’t stop sniffing you up and down, until he sticks his head between your thighs and sniffs hard again. “THERE. CLOWN SMELLS SOMETHING DIFFERENT THERE.” “Tricky that’s rude, stop it-” You chastise him, but he persists. “KNOW THE SMELL, CAN’T REMEMBER. SMELLED IT BEFORE. CAN’T REMEMBER! WHY!?!”

-He pounds at the floor and his head before it hits him. “BABIES-” He wraps his arms around your body tightly staring up at you from his kneeling position. “CLOWN SMELLS BABIES.”

-His instincts go into complete override, all lifes purpose stripped away, mind fixated on protecting his offspring and their vessel. If someone even glances your way, he will destroy them, turning them into a fine red mist before your very eyes.

-The underground bunker you call home isn’t really a good place to rear young, and despite the fact he loves this place, his only goal is to ensure your safety and his baby’s survival. “CLOWN MAKE NEW HOME, ONE SAFE FOR CLOWN’S BABIES.”

-He doesn’t 'make’ one so much as he finds a suitable place and the previous occupants 'mysteriously left and never came back.’ Still, it’s the thought that counts, right?

-With his speed he’s in and out of places in mere seconds, bringing you back a hoard of snacks and whatever soft things he can find. With his mushy brain, he doesn’t really understand that the birth he expects, one animal like in nature, isn’t whats coming, and while the nesting is nice, it definitely isn’t going to aid in a safe delivery.

-Tricky also can’t get enough of you, he’s constantly smelling you, rubbing his chin over you like a cat to coat you in his scent, how else will people know you’re his?

-When he feels that first kick his whole body shudders, and he nearly screams aloud but pauses before his outburst, quiet, the tiny one needs quiet, and for once, he is quiet. “C…Clown happy. Clown feels you, little ones, Clown is here. Clown promises he’ll never leave. Clown.. Clown loves his babies.” He breaks away from your stomach and rubs his cheek against yours. “Clown loves his mate.”

-Hope you enjoy lounging around because he’s going to keep you in his arms for as long as he can. He adores the feeling of his young shifting around, pressing his face into your stomach and mumbling in-comprehensively at them.

-The day comes where Tricky’s offspring is ready to meet the world and he panics, hard. “Clown don’t know what to do!! Clown can’t help, Clown doesn’t know how!! Clown needs… Clown finds help, Clown will be back, Clown promises.”

-Help arrives in the form of- “Why the fuck did you bring HIM?!” From your seated position you see Tricky dragging HANK of all people by his throat. “Clown didn’t know who else to ask!! Clown isn’t very popular. Now Hank help Clown’s mate or Clown will bash your skull in.”

-This is the opposite of Hank’s job, he is utterly unqualified for this shit, but with the clown foaming at the mouth staring down at him, he aids as best he can. Tricky growls as Hank takes blankets from his pile, but quietens down when he realises the madman is trying to stem the bleeding.

-It’s slow and hard work, after hours of labouring pains, it finally ends. Once, twice, and again, three tiny babies are born and Tricky loses his shit, violently shaking, he looks like he’s about to explode with joy. A labour of love and devotion, he handles them with a delicacy.

-“Look at Clown’s babies,” He smells them all, nothing quite like fresh baby scent. “look at what Clown and mate made,” He brings them over to you, ignoring his usual play toy and just embracing his family. “Clown didn’t think he’d ever get it so good.”

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yippie-ki-yay · 2 years

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i just found you and hurblurgh. brainrot is strong. anyway i was wondering if a heem heem sheriff with a (soon to be bestie) bodyguard who protecs him from hank? not in the sense that they actively kill ppl for him more in the sense that they escort him around but he kina likes em

Sheriff/Bodyguard!Reader (Platonic)

Ayo first ask-

Anyways, I hope you enjoy! This is my first time writing for Sheriff but I have read a couple things for him so I think I kinda understand how to write for him?? I also tried to make this longer than the first headcanon post since it was only for one character

Considering the fact that Nevada’s most wanted is gunning after him, it only made sense for Sheriff to get a bodyguard. It wasn’t that he was incompetent per se, but violence wasn’t exactly his strong suit.

He wanted someone with experience but not too imposing. It was one thing to be able to kill someone, just about anyone nowadays could do that, but for someone as important as he was not just anyone would do.

After looking over what mercenaries were for hire, he decides on which one would be the best pick to be by his side - you.

The job wasn’t anything new to you, but normally these sorts of things had an expiration date. Even if this one sort of did as well (i.e, Sheriff died), it was going to take a little convincing for you to take it on.

After hashing out the details and writing up a contract, you were all set to join the team. And boy what an experience it was…

You’d never had a client quite like this guy. There were a lot of odd people out in Nevada but someone in a full cowboy getup? That was a new one. Even so, he’s as nice as bosses come.

Working for Sheriff isn’t too hard, considering that you’re spending most of your time with him. You have to deal with the occasional aggressor that decides to target him but other than that it’s been the easiest money you’ve ever made.

Spending so much time with the guy has led you to get to know him a little better as well. Normally these sorts of jobs were requested by people who weren’t too talkative, they didn’t really like to get even slightly personal with who they hired, but Sheriff wasn’t exactly the typical client.

It probably wouldn’t take long for some semblance of friendship to form between you two. He’s not as serious as other people out here, which can get a little annoying from time to time, but it can also be kind of refreshing. It’s a nice change of pace.

Of course, you don’t let this get in the way of the job. When shit goes down there’s no joviality - you do what you need to do in order to get him out of there alive. Even if it means putting yourself in the way of any oncoming danger.

The first time you got hurt (especially if this was after your arrangement became a little more personal) he’d feel pretty guilty. Sure, he’s grateful that he wasn’t the one who was hit, but seeing you with grit teeth and blood staining your clothes leaves a bad taste in his mouth.

Insists on helping you out. Even if his hands are shaking a little from the nerves he’ll at least clean out the wound for you.

However, what’s really worrying is your first run-in with Hank. It’s bound to happen eventually but really any time is too soon.

While any threats to his life make him a little skittish, this is one of the few times where he’s actively scared. It’s in his eyes - Sheriff tries to come off as a capable, fearless leader, and the former would be true, but it’s rare to see him as panicked as he is.

Of course, he was more than in his right to feel that fear, but the way he drags you through the hallways and past the others that work under him makes it a little hard to do your job.

The door is slammed behind you once you’re both inside, Sheriff rounding his desk and trying to punch in a code to access the panic room (yes, he’s had one of those installed. How did he fit it in the building? Don’t ask me-) and leave you to stand guard.

Somehow the silence was even worse than the sounds of bloodshed and the screams of your coworkers. You kept an ear out for any signs of life on the other side of that door but nothing came.

Well, not until the door was kicked in and you were met with the sight of those haunting red goggles.

Honestly you expected to die right then and there, even if you fought there was little chance that you’d be making it out of this one alive. You weren’t going to go down easy, though, that’s for sure.

A fight breaks out between you and the monster of a man, and somehow you’re able to hold your own for a little while. It’s all to buy more time for Sheriff to get the fuck out of there.

When you end up on your ass with death staring you in the face, the quiet hiss of the door sliding open behind you did bring you some relief. At least someone would be making it out of this one alive.

However, the gunshot that rings out from behind you comes as a surprise. You’re pretty sure that Hank’s a little taken aback by that bold move as well if the way he pauses means anything.

“G-get away from ‘em you… y-you…” That bravery was gone just about as quick as it had come, the true weight of his actions now hitting him. He’d gotten Hank’s attention off you, sure, but now all eyes were on him.

The distraction did give you enough time to scramble back up and make a run for the safe room, dragging your boss behind you and slamming a hand on the button beside the blast door.

Leaning against the wall, you looked at Sheriff (who’d slid down the wall opposite to you, still a little shaky, but he was smiling. Yeah, you’d probably never stop hearing about this moment…) and he locked eyes with you. Smirking, he removed his hat and placed it in his lap.

“Heh, knew I kept you around for a reason…”

#madness combat #madness combat x reader #madness combat sheriff #sheriff x reader #platonic

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undertale-writing-times · 1 year

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<3 Sherrif

1: Because of the world that Sheriff came from, he'll be very protective over you. He knows how dangerous the world can be, and doesn't want you to get hurt.

2: He loves to spend time with you, and he'll be the kinda guy that would be like "That's my datemate! Be jealous!" cause of how much he loves you.

3: He tries to not keep too many secrets from you, but there are a few that he keeps from everyone.

4: If you're taller than him, expect him to latch onto you and glare at anyone that's flirting and if you're shorter, he'll pull you closer and glare at the person.

5: Because he's the leader of his royal guard, even though it isn't really a royal guard, he'll have to spend a lot of time there but he's going to try to spend as much time with you as he can

6: For some reason the only way he can really get good rest is if you're there with him, otherwise he'll toss and turn. He's confused.

7: He has a slight phobia of dating and getting either cheated on or left behind because of stuff that happened in his past, but after a while of talking and being his friend, there's a way he can get over it.

8: He'll text you a lot to see how you're doing and if you say you're in danger or need him he'll try his best to get to you as soon as he can.

9: He gets jealous real easy.

10: If you say his accent is hot he'll use that against you 100%

#Swapfell Justice #Swapfell Justice Sans #Sheriff #Sheriff X Reader #Reader X Sheriff #Dating Headcanons

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warcriminalcommie · 2 years

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'Sup. My name is Ay, I'm just your local (cringe as fuck) idiot on her i d i o t i c writing account. I honestly am still pretty weirded out about posting shit on Tumblr, specifically writing, but still. I gotta get used to it SOMEHOW.

Basically what I currently write is Madness Combat X Reader. I might consider Roblox X Reader later but I'm trying my best with my motivation right now.

And to the people who are from my Wattpad, pretend my update schedule history thing is actually existing and that I am a very competent writer that writes very frequently.

So uh. Here are the request rules, I suppose?

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Very epik, go ahead. (I will do this.)

Fluff.

Angst.

Platonic.

Platonic Character/Reader + Child!Reader/Child!Character. (It will be marked with a "+" or "&" instead of an "X". If not, then I forgot to mark it as such.)

Female!Reader.

Slightly suggestive stuff.

Violence and bloody stuff. (Kind of obvious since it's Madness Combat.)

Yanderes. (nO— I won't be romanticizing the yandere actions. All yandere relationships are abusive and unhealthy, y'know.)

Alphabets. (Fluff alphabet, SFW alphabet, Angst alphabet, etc... but of course not the NSFW alphabet.)

Boi what the hell boi. (I won't do this.)

Pedophilia. (Romantic/Sexual stuff with a Child!Reader/Child!Character. Like what the fuck?)

Rape. (Pro-Shippers when.)

Incest. (Pro-Shippers when. - Part 2.)

Smut.

Male!Reader. (I have no idea on how to write a Male!Reader lol.)

Gender-Bent Characters. (Because their personalities will be really weird to work with. Just thinking about a gender-bent Deimos or something makes my head hurt.)

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Oh, and the characters I'll write for. Right.

CHARACTER LIST.

Hank.

Deimos (The Deimos simps are wild bro. They're almost as wild as the Auditor and Phobos simps IF NOT EVEN WORSE— (And that's coming from someone who's favorite is Deimos.)).

Sanford.

2BDamned.

Sheriff.

Jebus.

Tricky.

Auditor.

Scrapface.

ROMP.fla.

Hot Dog Vendor (The most important character.).

Happy Hank.

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I'll be writing one-shots, head-canons, and alphabets. B)

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I'm also afraid I won't be able to write anything LGBTQ+ because I absolutely suck at representing groups that I am not from and I really do not wish to screw up the representation (Unless you like - Want a demisexual or maybe someone on the asexual spectrum. That's all I can provide.). My apologies.

And that's all, for now.

EDIT: Some characters have been removed due to my lack of knowledge on them, for those who have requested them I'll still try to push the requests out but I'll no longer be taking requests for any character not listed here.

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writersmilex · 2 years

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In Between. P3

Sheriff X Reader Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Prequel

Summary: Sanford and Deimos catch (Y/n) in the act and they're in trouble now... It’s about time I put a cap on this story, left undisclosed for so long is not good at all, no.

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(Art by zinkzznome on Twitter)

"How is the mission?" 2Bdamned's voice calls in through Sanford's radio. Sanford takes the radio out and extends the antenna to respond. "Erm, we may have found out what (Y/n) has been doing behind our backs," Sanford replies, watching Deimos peer through the binoculars at the objective of their mission.

Sanford can hear Doc sigh through the radio. "These days I expect nothing but surprises... What is it?" 2Bdamned asks and Sanford rubs the back of his neck, unsure how to put the situation into words. Deimos lowers the binoculars and snatches the radio from his friend. "(Y/n) is in love with the Sheriff, and is hooking up with him," Deimos says without any hesitation. Sanford gazes at his friend and his subtlety.

"What?!" 2bdamned's tone rises in volume upon receiving the information. "It-it's true Doc," Sanford adds. He looks through the scope to see you take Sheriff by the hand and guide him to your shared bedroom.

"New plan, You two take (Y/n) with you back to the HQ and I'll send Hank to get the Sheriff. Time for some answers..." Doc cuts the radio off. Sanford can't help but feel a little guilty. You did look very happy with Sheriff... What if he and Deimos just destroyed your relationship with him. Sanford and Deimos glance at each other, and Deimos offers a reassuring grin. "No goin' back now." He says and Sanford agrees with a nod.

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The back of your underlegs hit the bed and you let yourself fall on the mattress, the coils within the mattress make you bounce. You crawl up on the bed to lay a bit more comfortable, and then your lover positions himself over you. Resting his elbow over your head on the bed, his other hand placed on your hip. That seductive look in his eyes told you enough, and you weren't really feeling frisky tonight. You place your hands on his shoulders to get his attention. "Sorry babe, not really in the mood now." You say honestly. Sheriff's expression softens and lowers himself on your further. Simply laying on you, his head resting on your chest. His favourite way to cuddle you. "Ah'm really grateful for all that you planned tonight, darlin'. It was amazin'." He smiles into your shirt, his arm wrapping around your waist to keep you close to him. You raise your hand to stroke his short hair, a low growl comes from the depth of his throat as your fingers rake through his hair, that always feels good. "Me too, I always love spending time with you." You reply, staring blankly at the ceiling while your train of thought leaves the station. "you wouldn't be here if you didn't!" Sheriff jokes, his head shaking on your chest as you laugh at his silly comment.

After a moment of silent cuddling. Sheriff listening to your mesmerizing heartbeat. You can feel your eyelids getting heavy. You squirm to alert him. "Can I get up to change?" You ask, half-expecting his answer. "No, no you ain't gettin' up now." Sheriff stubbornly replies, his grip tightening on you. "Fine..." You chuckle, your arms wrapping around his back to hold him. And soon enough, you and Sheriff fall asleep together.

~~The Next Morning~~

You give Sheriff your typical goodbye kiss, hugging him close with your arms around his neck.

"see you soon, babe." You say in between kisses. It's going to be another few weeks before you can see your lover again. At least you can keep secret contact while away from each other. But calling over the phone is nothing like talking in person.

"I have this bad feeling (Y/n)..." Sheriff confesses, using your first name instead of his common pet names, you can tell it's serious. His gut feeling has been telling him that there is something going on. It makes him feel uneasy at best. "Be careful out there, lovely." He rests his hand on the side of your face to pull you into another kiss, as if it's the last one he'll ever get from you.

After parting, you give him a genuine look. Rubbing your thumb over his cheek, he leans into your touch, his expression a little solemn. He really is worried. "Everything is going to be okay Sher, you know what I'm capable of and I will protect you." You try and console him. Using the nickname that only you are allowed to use. "I love you, Sher. And I always will, no matter what keeps us apart." That makes him smile. "I love ya too (Y/n). Ah'm yours and you're mine." He rests his hand on your hand that's on his cheek.

After yet another heartful goodbye, you and Sheriff part ways. There is a mission you need to get to. You close the door of the complex behind you had turn around to view your buggy, and your heart dropped.

There, leaning against your buggy are your two friends and teammates. They look at you as if they caught you on something. You smile the best fake smile you can manage. Raising your hand and meekly waving at your teammates. "Hey, guys, what brings you here?" You greet, acting gullible. Sanford's expression turns stern, "You know why (Y/n)..." You don't like the tone of his voice. "You're caught red-handed (Y/n)!" Deimos grits out through his shark teeth. Oh boy... This doesn't look good... "Don't play dumb now, (Y/n). It's over." Sanford adds. The way he speaks makes you feel uneasy. It takes a moment to sink in. It really is over... There is no talking out of this one (Y/n). You're really in for it now. You pale upon the realization that you have been found out about your secret relationship with Sheriff. It feels like your whole world is falling apart that every moment. It's a terrible feeling and you're powerless to do anything about it. The cold judging stares of your friends are almost painful, making you shrink in your spot. Wishing you could turn back now, but you can't. Deimos and Sanford push themselves off of your buggy, Sanford waves his hand, signalling for you to come closer and get in the car. Sanford gets behind the driver's seat, starts up the engine and drives away.

"You have some nerve, thinking you could get away with something like that." Sanford scolds while keeping his sight on the road as he drives. "I can't wait to see Doc chew you out." Deimos' voice is muffled as he balances a cigarette between his lips. Lighting up with his thumb. The little flame snuffed out quickly, taking what little hope you had with it.

Your heart has dropped into your stomach, being dissolved by your stomach acid. You didn't worry much about yourself, however. It was your lover who you are more worried about. What if they're going to kill him? It would be your fault, you feel like it would. You wouldn't be able to live with yourself if something were to happen to him. You promised to protect him.

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"I Cannot... BELIEVE THIS!!!" 2Bdamned roars, causing you to flinch. "You! You've been in a relationship with the Sheriff this whole time?!" Doc fumes and you pale under his flame-raging gaze. "For, how, long?" He asks with a threatening tone. You try to swallow the lump in your throat. You already know you'd get chewed out if you were ever found out. Even though it's a little amusing how Doc is acting like a father disapproving of his child's date. "w-we've been together for almost a ye-year, Doc." You respond quietly.

"Holy crap, almost a year..." Deimos gapes at you. Your two friends; Deimos and Sanford, are standing beside you, preventing you from going anywhere or doing anything. "You've had a fling with the leader of the Mercs for nearly a whole fucking year?!" Doc gets up from his chair and approaches you. Every step he takes closer to you makes you feel smaller and smaller. That comment didn't sit right with you. Your expression turns sour as 2Bdamned comes face to face with you. "It's not a 'fling' Doc. I love him and he loves me." You defend yourself. 2Bdamned is taken aback by your defence, leaning back away from your face.

Then he turns back around to look back at one of the many monitors in his office space. "I've ordered Hank to bring the Sheriff here... Alive that is..." 2Bdamned picks his words carefully, knowing that if your claims were to be true. Putting the names; Hank and Sheriff in the same sentence would cause you to panic even more. And alas, 2Bdamned turns to see you being held back by Sanford and Deimos. Each holding your arms to keep you in place, yet struggling greatly to do so. "You jerk!! You leave him alone you hear me!?" You sneer as your supposed teammate.

As if on cue, speak of the devil. The door is kicked open, revealing Hank with the Sheriff hoisted over his right shoulder. The Sheriff whimpers as he is dropped on the floor roughly. Hank glances at 2Bdamned, looking like a cat that caught a mouse of his owner. "Finally you're here. Took you long enough..." Doc complains and looks at the cowardice Sheriff, "You and your supposed 'lover' have so much to explain." he threatens. You return a threatening look, gritting your teeth at 2Bdamned before your expression completely softens as you turn to Sheriff. "Sher, are you okay?" You ask in the most gentle tone of voice you can manage for your lover. Sheriff lifts his head from the floor and looks at you, a nervous smile appearing on his face. "I'm fine, darlin'" He replies, but the way he says it doesn't ease your worries at all.

"You jackasses, I thought we were friends! You won't even let me have a glimpse of happiness, do you?!" You sneer at your supervisor. Doc remains quiet, willing to still hear your side of this troubling situation. "I should have just left when I got with him. But I felt compelled to stay and help!" Your vision becomes glossy with tears, your heart weighing heavy and overflowing with emotions. You should have been more careful, shod have kept it a secret and all of this never would have happened. "(Y/n)..." a comforting hand finds your knee, looking down you see Sheriff attempting to comfort you. Even at this moment, his life is at stake and he still thinks about you. The contact helps you calm down.

"Let go of me." You grit your teeth and pull your arm out of Deimos' grip, he doesn't fight back and merely lets you leave. Kneeling down, you help your lover up from the floor, you take turns to glare at each of your friends, not even Hank is spared from your cold stare. Clutching onto Sheriff's Jacket, you pull him to his feet. And without saying much else, you drag your lover out of the room and out of the building. Sanford was about to go after you, but 2Bdamned stops him, "Leave them, talking through to them is futile now." His comment saddens Sanford a bit, along with Deimos. The duo feel like they royally screwed up this time.

~~~~ Taking your buggy back to Sheriff's apartment, your knuckles turn pale as you grip the wheel tightly. The sheriff is giving you concerning side glances. You just left your cause for him, and he knows you're already struggling to hold it together. It pains him to see you in such mental turmoil. He reaches over and places a gentle hand on your thigh, letting you know that you're not alone and he's right there with you. This move makes you ease slightly, your grip on the stirring wheel loosening a bit. The moment you and he entered the apartment, you break down. The sheriff is quick to take hold of you and does his best to comfort you. You slowly fall onto your knees, Sheriff taking you in his arms while kneeling beside you. You wipe your tears on his jacket, It smells like leather and gunpowder. His hand rakes through your hair, a motion that has always eased your reeling thoughts. "Breathe (Y/n), Ah'm here and Ah'll never leave ya..." He mumbles into your hair, clutching you tightly to himself. Simply to remind you that he is still here, Sheriff is still here and he's not leaving. Staying together until the end of your days. It's not like you have anywhere else to go... _______________________________________ Doc: You're dating Sheriff!? Unacceptable! (Y/n): But dad! I love him! Thanks for reading. - Smilex🙂

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punkshort · 4 months

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'somewhere to run' masterlist

Pairing: sheriff!Joel x f!reader

Series Summary: You move to a small town in the middle of Texas to escape your past and start over. You don't expect to fall for the town's handsome sheriff.

Series Warnings: no outbreak AU, language, angst, slow burn, smut (18+ MDNI), domestic violence (mostly just talked about or implied, nothing too descriptive, i will put a big warning on those chapters), implied SA (nothing descriptive), jealousy/possessiveness, alcohol use, drug use (not by Joel or reader), technical infidelity - more warnings will be stated for each chapter but these are the biggies

Status: complete

Chapters

1: a fresh start

2: book club

3: the statement

4: the carnival

5: first date

6: the confession

7: break the chain

8: restrained

9: three lies

10: austin

11: austin pt. 2

12: the trial pt. 1

13: the trial pt. 2

Epilogue

lovely dividers by @saradika-graphics

Asks/BTS/Inspo/Extras:

Joel's Morning Routine

Police Station Layout

Love Languages

Joel's Likes & Dislikes

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myfictionaldreams · 6 months

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Day 28: Cockbulge - Lee Bodecker

Summary: Being the new secretary at the Police Station had been quite the adjustment, but now, you're left alone with the handsome Sheriff, Lee Bodecker.

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, dubious content (slightly), injury/blood (cut to knee), clumsy!reader, size difference, cock bulge, dry humping, innocence, protective, authority/power play, praise kink, sir kink, rough sex, creampie, sucking fingers

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It had been a long first week at your new job as a secretary at the police station in Knockemstiff. Everyone had been pleasant and welcoming, which had calmed your nerves as you were completely new to the area, deciding to move across the country to have a fresh start.

Tonight, you decided to stay late to finish the remaining paperwork stacked up throughout the day. As you were so new, it was taking you some time to get used to filing and completing the documentation; therefore, you decided that if you stayed behind after everyone had left, you could complete it at a leisurely pace without making any mistakes.

What you hadn’t anticipated was the Sheriff had also decided to stay and sit in his office, the only light illuminating the building except for the lamp on your desk and in the kitchen. Everywhere else had a dark shadow that had your eyes flicking to check that there wasn’t something hiding in the darkness and still trying to get used to being in a new environment.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, you saw it nearing midnight and yet; there was still a sizeable stack of papers next to you on the desk. Deciding you needed a freshen-up, you stretched your arms high above your head, moaning quietly as different areas of your body popped and clicked.

You were planning to go and make yourself a coffee, but the light illuminating the edge of the room caught your eye. It was polite to ask if the Sheriff would like a coffee as well, but that included talking to him, which so far had been an unsuccessful feat as he always made you nervous enough to fumble your words. Not only was he in a position of great power, but Sherriff Lee Bodecker was incredibly handsome, from his tall stature, piercing blue eyes, buzzed hair and soft belly that was beginning to strain against his belt. Every single part of him had your insides fluttering and your mouth unable to form coherent words.

You seemed to chastise yourself constantly for being so foolish around him, knowing that he was your boss and you’d have to speak to him multiple times a day, so it was about time you got ahold of yourself. However, this was easier said than done.

Baby steps, you reminded yourself. You didn’t need to go in and ask about his childhood. All you needed to do was knock on his door and ask if he’d like a coffee.

Taking a deep breath and straightening the material of your knee-length floral dress, you moved towards his office. The door lay open as if he was waiting for you, but quickly shaking your head, you knew your mind was playing fantasy tricks. The Sheriff sat behind his desk, a tall lamp over his shoulder, the only light fixture turned on as his eyes darted around the file in his hands.

Knocking three times gently on his door, you tried not to flinch as he looked up, the crease between his eyebrows smoothing as he smiled at your presence. “Would you like a coffee, Sheriff?”

“Yes, please, Sugar” he smiled appreciatively, and you gave him a kind one in response, turning towards the kitchen area. As you switched on the coffee machine and waited for the water to warm, you arranged two cups on the countertop, and the anxious little voice in your head began to overthink the entire interaction. Sugar? Was he calling you a cute nickname, or was he asking for sugar in his coffee? How could you not know how the Sheriff likes to have his coffee already? You’ve been working for him for seven days already; this should have been the top three things you should know as the secretary.

So lost without your thoughts, you hadn’t heard his footsteps following behind you until he asked you a question, but your squeal in fear drowned out what he was asking as you quickly spun on the spot. In doing so, your elbow caught one of the coffee cups that fell off the side and smashed on the floor.

Your eyes widened in fear as you instantly were on your knees, reaching for the tiny shards that once created a cup. “I’m so sorry, Sheriff! I’ll pay for this, I promise. I wasn’t looking where I was going with my clumsy arms and-”

“Hey, hey, it’s alright, Darlin’, it’s only a cheap coffee cup, there’s no need to fret. Here, let me pick that up; I don’t want you accidentally cutting yourself now”.

Lee tried to take the shards of the cup from your palm, but you shook your head, “No, Sir. I’ll clean it. It’s my mess; I’m really sorry. I’m never usually this clumsy, I promise.”

“Sweetheart, it’s fine! But I must insist you give me those pieces before you hurt yourself”.

He was so close to you that you could feel his warmth as his fingers wrapped beneath yours and tilted what you had collected into his hand. Looking at him through your lashes with shame, embarrassment, and guilt, you were about to thank him when a sharp pain cut through your knee as you moved positions. “Thank you, Sheriff, I- ow!”

Both of your eyes lowered to your knee as you sat back onto the balls of your feet, lifting your dress and knee to see a portion of the broken cup had lodged into your skin, partially sticking out, and blood already leaking down your shin.

“Careful! Let’s get you in the light better. I’ve got you, put your arms around my shoulders”. The pain was increasing, which only meant you were half paying attention. All you knew was that you didn’t want to move your leg, but the Sheriff was in front of you, moving your hands for you until they rested on his uniform-covered shoulders.

As he stood, his arms wrapped around your waist, helping you to stand on one leg and then hop over to the table in the centre of the kitchen area. When your arse was brushing against the solid wood, his hands once more lowered to your hips, where he was able to lift you until you were sitting on the surface.

Even with your pain, your cheeks were aflame with embarrassment at his touches. Having him so close, you could smell the reminisce of his aftershave that he’d put on in the morning hour. It had an underlying spice scent while also remaining sweet, like vanilla. Then there was the searing heat remaining on your waist and hips from where his hands had touched; it was as if his hands had burned through your clothes altogether with the lasting impression that they had left.

The Sheriff had rushed to find the first aid box beneath the kitchen sink and was standing before you a second later; his eyebrows furrowed like they had been before you interrupted his reading. The table was positioned directly beneath the kitchen light so the two of you could see the extent of the damage. The shard wasn’t as deeply embedded as you’d first thought, but enough blood had flowed that a streak of red now pathed down your leg and pooled in your sock.

The sight instantly made you feel as if you were on a boat. Nauseous and dizzy as you swayed slightly. “Woah, ok, so you aren’t a fan of blood. Just look at me, Sweet, or better yet, lean on my shoulder and look in the other direction. That’s good; now, take some deep breaths. I don’t want you passing out on me, alright?”

You weren’t able to respond with the fear that you might vomit on your new boss, so you just followed his instructions. First, by looking up into his handsome, welcoming face and then leaning your cheek onto his shoulder, looking away from the mess running down your leg. As you continued to feel light-headed, Lee held his arms around your waist, his thumb stroking in gentle circles that helped to ground you at the moment, his touches once again causing warmth to bloom wherever he was, from the hands-on your body to the shoulder against your cheek.

Long minutes go past as you breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth, trying to regain any sort of control over your traitorous body. Feeling strong enough to have some composure, you realised, to your horror, that you’d been gripping onto his biceps like your life depended on it.

Releasing him with a gasp, your face tilted to look up at him. “I’m so sorry!”

“Why are you apologising? You’ve not done anything wrong” he tried to calm you with a soft stroke of your cheek with the back of his fingers, and it felt as if all air seemed to be sucked from your lungs. Lee smiled down at you before turning serious, “Why don’t you continue to lean on my shoulder, and I’ll clean your leg up?”.

Nodding your head as words seemed to fail from your mind at all the intimate touches that had passed between you and the Sheriff, you leaned your face against his cheek, looking away from the direction of your pained knee that had now turned into a deep throb of pain.

“You’re shaking, Darlin’. Just hold onto me; everything’s going to be just fine. You won’t need stitches from the looks of it. I’m just going to clean you first, then I’ll take out the shard”. Once more, you nodded your head in response and mentally screamed at the fact that you weren’t shaking because of the injury or the light-headed sensation but because you were nervous about being close to him.

Lee rummaged through the first aid box next to you and then began to clean the blood off of your leg. “How are you finding it here in Knockemstiff?” the Sheriff asked casually, trying to make small talk and distract you.

“I’m really enjoying it, sir; everyone’s been so welcoming and friendly”, you responded after a shaky breath, hands moving to grip the edge of the table so you refrained from grabbing onto him.

“Good. Do you live alone, or did your family move with you?”

Your entire body felt as if it was floating with the overwhelming emotions going through your body with having the Sheriff’s hand running up and down your leg; occasionally, his fingertip would brush against the skin directly, and you had to bite your lip to stop an embarrassing squeak from coming out of your mouth. “I live alone. My family live on the other side of the country. It’s just me”.

The hand on your leg paused momentarily before continuing towards your knee. “Pretty girl like you all by yourself? I don’t like the sound of that”, he mutters, almost so faintly that you weren’t sure if he had intended for you to hear it or not, but it had the desired effect anyway as your body involuntarily shivers.

Your tongue suddenly felt like it was made of lead as you responded, “It can be a little scary, but at least I know I’ve got a protector like you looking after the town, Sheriff”.

The shoulder you were leaning on shifted backwards as Lee tilted his body so that he could look down at you. You couldn’t understand the expression he was portraying; his eyes were unfathomably dark in the bright, overhanging light, and they seemed to be tracking every little movement of your face. “Of course, Sweet. I’ll always be here to protect you”.

“Ow!”

“There, the worst is over with now”. You had been so distracted with mesmerising his face this close, particularly the shape of his lips, that you hadn’t noticed that he had gripped the object in your knee, pulled it out and then quickly covered the cut in his wipe. “Sorry, I’m just going to move a little close to look at the damage”, he explains whilst shifting forward. In doing so, he pushed between your legs, causing them to spread further and him to be flush against your body.

Your mouth dried, fingernails digging into the wood. You’d only ever had one man this close to you before, and that was your ex-boyfriend, who you’d thought was the love of your life, allowing intimacy to occur because you were meant to be together forever. Then, one day, he decided he wanted that with the neighbour instead. This was the main reason for you moving across the country, but now, having the Sheriff this close felt both scandalous and yet safe, trusting your new boss as he was only helping you.

Deciding to believe this, you leaned further against him, but in doing so, your thigh pressed against something in his pocket. Assuming it was his gun, you didn’t see the need to move away from him and remained close, savouring the warmth he was providing you.

Maybe you were tired and somewhat delirious still from the current events, but it took you much longer than it should have to realise that the Sheriff’s hips were moving against your thigh, causing the sensitive skin to chaff. Your eyes had been closed but soon snapped open as your posture straightened.

Your mouth opened and then closed as you struggled to decide what to say. The hardness that was stroking against your thigh was definitely not his gun, which you realised should have poured fear through your soul, but your traitorous body reacted in another way as warmth bloomed in your panties and core.

Before you could react further, the Sheriff was moving away, “All done. You’re as good as new, Darlin’”.

The warmth of his body stepped back as he moved to dispose of the bloody wipes and wrappers from the bandaid that now lay across the small cut on your knee. You inspected the area, mainly as a distraction so you didn’t have to look up at the Sheriff, worried that he’d see the glassy-eyed expression etched across your face or that you would see the bulge that had just been pressing against you.

“I think it’s about time we called it a night. How about I drive you home?” he suggested from across the room.

“Ye-yeah. You don’t have to drive me home, though, Sheriff. I only live down the road; I can just walk”.

As you were about to jump down from the table, he was in front of you again, that crease returning between his eyebrows as he looked at you disapprovingly. His hands rested next to yours on the table's edge as he leaned his weight on them, lowering himself so the two of you were now at eye level. “Now I won’t be having that. I’m not letting such an innocent-looking girl walk around in the middle of the night. You don’t know who is watching in the shadows. Go and get your coat; I’ll wait by the door”.

You gave him a thankful smile and embarrassingly squealed as his hands returned to your hip, and he pulled you off the table and back onto your feet. With the adrenaline coursing through your veins, you ran to your desk, trying to tidy it quickly before grabbing your coat.

Ever the gentleman, Lee held the station's door open, as well as his cruiser's passenger door open for you to get into his car. It felt odd for you to be in the front of the police car but also thrilling in a strange sort of way, and some naughty part of your brain couldn’t wait to get home so you could get the frustrations out of your body with the head of the shower between your legs.

Giving the Sheriff directions to your home, you both drove in a comfortable silence. However, being so close to him, in the contained metal box of his car, your wandering eyes kept slipping back towards him. Not only were you staring at his face, but your eyes dipped to his crotch. You would internally use the excuse it was to see if it was his gun, but this was strapped to the side of his hip, and yet, the bulge was still very evidently there.

“Do I have something on my face?” he asked innocently, rubbing his chin as your face scorched with heat; having been caught, you couldn’t find the courage to talk, so you shook your head and kept your eyes out the window.

Thankfully, the ride home didn’t take long, and he was pulling into your drive. The Sheriff looked intently at your house and the surrounding area that didn’t have many street lights as it was a private area. The trees loomed high, causing the space to look even more intimidating with shadows and darkness.

“Thank you so much for the ride home, Sheriff and for helping me with my knee. I promise I’ll buy the station a new cup. Anyway, you get home safe”. One hand on the door handle, your other was quickly gripped by Sheriff, halting your movements to leave his car as your head snapped to look at him with a confused frown.

“I don’t like you being out here by yourself. Just for my own sanity, do you mind if I do a quick check of the property? I don’t think I’d be able to sleep once I’m home to know I’ve not properly checked that you were safe”.

A gentle smile replaced your confusion as you nodded your head for him to do so, appreciating the help to make you feel safe. The two of you approached the front door, with the Sheriff helping to illuminate the way with his flashlight.

Once inside, you were quick to turn on the lights, thanking your past self for having decided to clean yesterday so it wasn’t in an embarrassing state for when your boss entered and searched the property. You waited patiently in the living area, listening to him walk throughout the house and checking behind doors that the windows and locks were secure.

“Sheriff, would you like a drink?” you shouted up the stairs.

“A coffee if you’d be so kind”, he responded quickly, and you were quick to move into the kitchen and place the pot on the stove, heating the water to a boil. You were still fresh to moving in and had already forgotten where you’d left the cups, and to your dismay, for some ungodly reason, you’d placed the nicer ones at the very top of the cupboard.

Straining onto your tip toes, you cursed yourself to hell for leaving the fancy cups so far away and the stepping stool in the other room as you tried your best to try and reach them. Just as they were a fingertip away, a solid, warm body entirely pressed against your back, and a giant hand collected the two cups and placed them on the counter in front of you.

“Than-Thank you, Sheriff”. You couldn’t help the stammer with having him practically on top of you, pushing firmly against your back so that your stomach ached from being forced into the kitchen side.

“It’s my pleasure, Sweet”, he replied with a tone you’d never heard before, low but authoritative. Before you could contemplate it any further, he shifted, and the bulge that you had once been against your thigh was now pressing against your lower back. You weren’t even breathing with the thoughts spiralling through your mind, anticipation and arousal returning with such a blow that you visibly shivered. The warm breath of the Sheriff then caressed the skin of your neck as he lowered his face. “I saw you staring at me in the car, those pretty doe eyes looking at their Sheriff in such a naughty way”.

Your mouth opened, prepared to try and defend yourself in a way you weren’t actually sure how, but his arms resting on either side of you, further trapping you in place, had any words dying on the tip of your tongue. “It’s fine, Darlin’. I was looking too. You’re just so damn breathtaking; all I’ve wanted to do this week is eat you right up”.

A mewl slipped past your lips as your eyes fluttered close and his nose brushed against your jaw. Lee smiled, hearing the pathetic noise, his body rutting against yours in response, “I know you want it too. I could feel how warm your arousal was as I was cleaning your knee, all flushed between those legs of yours. You just need someone to look after you, don’t you, Sweetheart?”

You were losing your mind, more whimpers bubbling from your chest as your head rolled back onto his shoulder, head tilting away to expose more of your neck for him. The Sheriff chuckled darkly, his lips skimming over your cheek as the two of you slowly rocked into one another, swaying on the spot.

You knew you should stop this before it escalated any further. He was your boss. Your Sheriff and you were sure it was somewhere in your contract that this sort of relationship shouldn’t form, but he was just so breathtaking, and you felt needy and lonely.

“Tell me you want this. I want to hear you say it”, he whispered against your ear, rocking his hips into your body still.

You spoke with the most confidence you could muster at that moment, “I want you, Sheriff Bodecker, I want this - please give it to me!”

He didn’t respond verbally at first. The Sheriff simply removed the water from the stove, turning off the heat. The chest against your back vibrated as he hummed his approval, one of his hands moving to cup your jaw. “Good girl. Now open those legs for me. Is this your first time?”

You swallowed audibly, widening your stance and spreading your legs, still using Lee as a support to keep you upright as you shook your head. “No, me and my ex-boyfriend, we…” your words trailed off, not finding the courage to say what you were both referring to.

Lee laughed against your cheek as he began to fumble with the skirt of your dress, lifting it at the back and gathering it around your waist. “Fucked? That’s what you wanted to say, isn’t it? My sweet girl isn’t as innocent as she looks”, he taunts whilst pulling your panties down your legs until you’re stepping out of them.

A faint buzz began to pound in your ears as he continued to hold your jaw so that you couldn't look over your shoulder at what he was doing with his other hand. However, the zipper noise that creaked through the thick atmosphere informed you of his actions. You were breathing heavily through your gaped-open mouth, knuckles aching with how badly you were clutching onto the countertop.

This was really happening. Your boss was going to fuck you against the kitchen cupboards after only knowing you for a week. How did it even go from finishing paperwork to this? You weren’t able to contemplate anymore as Lee lewdly spat into his hand and moved in between your bodies, smothering the tip of his cock with his spit, and then he was pushing up against you once more.

You jolted at the presence of his cock between your legs, fumbling to find its home, pressing between your soaked folds as Lee sucked in a quick breath. “So wet for me already. Do you really like you Sheriff that much?”

“Yes, sir”, you answered, sounding downright pathetic and needy as you tried to move your hips to help him find where you wanted him most, but his hard body kept you firmly in place.

Finally, he nudged at your entrance and wasted no time pushing within. You cried out as his thickness began to stretch you open thoroughly and deeply. Inch and inch delved between your folds as you savoured the delectable burn that came with his cock. You should have anticipated his size, considering the bulge that you’d been feeling and staring at it, but you couldn’t help but rise onto the tips of your toes as he pushed in further until both of your hips slotted together.

“Lord, you’re tight”, he praised gruffly, holding you tight enough that it was sure to cause bruises, but you didn’t care as you were completely under his control. “Bet you taste good too”. Without any warning, he eased the pressure of his body back for a moment to allow space for his hand that wasn’t gripping your face to delve down the front of your body and press against your throbbing clit, gathering the slickness onto his fingers. You gasped frantically at the stimulation and then groaned at the loss as his hand moved to his mouth, and you were praised with the beautiful noise of him moaning as he licked your juices from his fingers. “Fuck, I was right, you taste so damn good I just know I’m going to be addicted to you. Why don’t you have a taste, Darlin’”.

Your clit was being pressed on by his wet fingers once more, and then he was shoving them into your already open more which he kept open with the hand around your jaw. With your need to please him, you sucked hungrily at the three fingers wedged between your teeth, tasting the saltness of your slick and the uniqueness of his saliva.

Both of his hands remained there as he finally began to pull out and then slammed back in, causing burning pleasure to burst between your legs. Lee rested his forehead against the side of your face as he began to roughly fuck into you, keeping you entirely still with the way he had you pinned to the cupboards.

You’d never felt pleasure like this before; each thrust of his cock was never-ending euphoria, tightening and wetting your cunt. You continued to suck his fingers, using them as some kind of crutch so that you didn’t lose control completely, even though you were moaning incessantly.

Your hands moved to grip his wrists, your nails now embedded into his skin and causing crescent-shaped marks. Lee growled at the spark of pain, using this to motivate his harsher fucking movements until his hips were a blur of in and out.

The moans you were producing increased in pitch and desperation as you could feel the coil in your abdomen tightening at an alarming pace. The Sheriff could feel you becoming tighter around him as he groaned, biting the lobe of your ear that sent hot pain down your throat.

“You gonna cum for me, Sweet? Why don’t you cum on my cock, and I’ll give you what you really want” his words were promising, and you were too far gone to understand the implications behind his words.

Somehow, Lee fucked you even harder until there was no holding back anymore, and you came with a gush of fluid seeping down your thighs and screams that were muffled by the fingers in your mouth.

“That’s a good girl, feel so good trying to milk my cock. Let’s give you what you want, gonna fill you up so damn good”. As your eyes rolled back, the fingers disappeared from your mouth, causing a string of spit to drip onto your chin as Lee pressed his wet hand against the cupboard above your head, using it to hold onto so he could fuck you at a brutal pace until he was cursing, baritone grunts echoing around the kitchen as he came.

The extra fluid flooded out of your hole, joining the mess that already coated your thighs as Lee’s softening cock slipped out. Neither of you moved, though, taking these precious moments to try and catch your breath and come down from the incredible high.

Apprehension started to fill your consciousness as you feared what was to come after this, so tentatively, you asked gently, “Please don’t leave me tonight”.

You wanted him to stay; you needed to feel his warmth and know that you hadn’t just made the biggest mistake of your life. Lee kissed the underside of your jaw, “Don’t worry, Darlin’, I’m not going anywhere”.

#lee bodecker #sheriff lee bodecker #lee bodecker smut #lee bodecker x reader #the devil all the time #mine*#kinktober #kinktober 2023

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erwinsvow · 30 days

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you’re made of tougher stuff than rafe had realized.

he pampers you, of course, gives you the full princess treatment, even though you get all shy about it, trying to refuse him—which never works. he thinks you deserve it, because you deserve everything that he can give you, but he’s really trying to butter you up, get you ready for when you find out what kind of shit he’s really been up to.

you’ve made a habit out of not questioning anything rafe says, following his instructions without a second guess. your boyfriend is overpoweringly dominant—it’s easy to do as he says and a part of you is convinced that you prefer it this way. you feel your shyness melt away when you’re with him, your real self bubbling to the surface, more sure of yourself now because rafe is sure of you.

you don’t realize when it’s happened—only that it has. hand in hand with becoming more confident like rafe, because of rafe, you start being a little more observant.

rafe usually sends you away—gently murmuring in your ear to go get him another drink, or go say hi to someone for him, while he’s trying to conduct business. he sells coke only when you’re out of eyeshot or back at tannyhill waiting for him—he doesn’t need you knowing the details of what he’s doing to make money. the crap with the pogues is put on hold anytime you’re around since he knows your bleeding heart will only feel bad for them. more than that, rafe doesn’t need those idiots earning your sympathy and making him seem like the bad guy. he likes you as you are, all your emotions just for him.

he thinks this is the way it needs to be to keep you with him, but you start to surprise him.

you come back with a beer for rafe and another lemonade seltzer for yourself, handing it to rafe with a smile and settling on his lap. people at the party might look at the two of you weirdly, but you don’t care anymore, even though the thought of something like that used to make you cry. you lock eyes with rafe, a hand resting on his shoulder while his own hands wrap around your waist.

“that guy over there told me to ask you if you had any coke on you,” you say, taking a sip of your drink and making yourself comfortable against rafe. he freezes for a second, tenses under your touch.

“he said that?” rafe shrugs, fist clenching around the beer bottle. “don’t know why he’d ask that.” you respond with a matching shrug.

“i don’t know. but he’s been talking to those two all night, i bet they’ll buy from you too.” he tries not to act surprised with your words—so comfortably talking about who he could sell drugs to tonight, like you’re discussing what you want for dessert.

“yeah, kid?”

“mm-hmm. he seemed real nervous. you could probably upcharge, doubt he’d notice.” you take another sip of your drink, swinging your legs. “can we get ice cream on the way home?” rafe presses a wet kiss to your cheek, making you squirm and giggle. he gets up, setting you down on the couch.

“yeah. let me go take care of business first.”

“okay. charge him double. then i can get a large.”

“sure thing. you’re the boss.”

#this is so rushed! i just had the first line in mind and i wanted to get it out before i totally forgot about it #in a perfect world this is a longer story and ends with reader helping him cover up the fact that he literally murdered the sheriff...#anyways #let me know if anyone would want that 2nd part !! <3 #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader

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intoanotherworld23 · 2 months

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Breaking And Entering | SheriffJoel Miller x Reader

Summary: Joel catches you breaking and entering into his house, and takes you back to the station to teach you a little lesson

Warnings: NSFW 18+, smut, dominant Joel, sheriff Joel, fingering, spanking, use of authority, mention of crime, implied sex

Word Count: 1.8k+ words

A/N: Comment, heart, and reblog if you guys wish for a second part to this to see what else will happen! Reblogs are encouraged and appreciated to share with others so they can enjoy! Thank you guys so much I hope you all enjoyed! XOXO

Hall of Hunks

“So you like breaking into peoples home huh?” Joel asked sternly as he bent you over the steel table.

“I’m sorry.” You whimpered pathetically as Joel’s foot pushed your legs further apart.

“Oh now you’re sorry.” He chuckled devilishly at your response, and wasn’t buying your pathetic apology. “I think you’re just sorry you got caught.”

You weren’t meant to get caught at all. It was just a dare that went too far, and you’re the only one he was able to grab. Your stupid friends dared you to break into the sheriffs house. Only thing is you didn’t expect him to be at home waiting.

Then he had no time in driving you back to the station throwing you in one of the rooms. There was something about the way he handled you, and looked at you that was dark. There was something much more than anger behind his eyes. You couldn’t quite tell what it was though.

“Please I’m sorry I wasn’t going to steal anything.” Hoping that would make things better, but Joel just ignored you.

“Were you by yourself or with friends?” Hands patting your legs squirming in his hold.

“Isn’t a female supposed to check me?” You asked turning your neck to get a better look at him.

“Shut the fuck up.” He raised his voice at you. “You lost that privilege when you decided to break into my home.”

“You can’t treat me like this.” Speaking out again.

“Better watch that mouth sweetheart or it’s gonna get you in big trouble.”

“Or you’ll do what?” You were really pushing him this time.

Joel was fuming at this point, and all he had on his mind was teaching you a lesson. The way you talked back to him like a spoiled child. You were just asking for a punishment. There was only one way that he knew for sure would work.

“Now answer me.” Feeling his hands now patting close to your area. “Who else was with you?”

“Nobody.” You lied quickly.

“I don’t believe you.” Joel responded as he swatted at your inner thigh making you jump.

Most people would be terrified being in this position, but right now you were incredibly turned on by how dominant he was becoming. You couldn’t help but feel you weren’t the only one feeling this way.

“I’m telling the truth sheriff there wasn’t anybody else.” Pleading with him to believe you. He still wasn’t buying it.

“I’m gonna ask you one more time.” His voice quieted as his thick hand pressed against your clothed core. “Was there anybody else?”

“What are you gonna do?” Whispering loud enough for him to hear fear evident in your voice.

“Whatever I want with you.” His hand smacking down where it laid your legs folding together.

The air had left your lungs, and it felt as if someone turned up the heat in this room several degrees. The only sound that could be heard was your heavy breathing. It felt like the room was closing in on you two, and there was no way to escape.

Quickly opening your legs back open for him. Feeling his hand back on you as he kept it there for a few seconds. He could feel how warm you were between your legs, and he was loving it. He was glad that you were feeling the same mood that he was.

You could tell him you don’t want this, and scream for help in hopes someone would come running in and stop all this. Instead you chose not to, and wanted more. You were hungry for his touch, and lust was all you could think about.

Joel rubbing his hand up and down the pants you had on the fabric pressing into your clit. A tiny whimper slipping past your lips. Biting down on bottom lip hoping he didn’t hear that.

“That feels good doesn’t it sweetheart?”

Joel grinned knowing exactly what he was doing to you. Putting more pressure on your core just wishing he could feel how drenched you were for him. He wanted nothing more than to reach his hand down your pants, and collect your juices on his fingers.

“Just tell me what I want and I’ll let you cum.” Joel whispered seductively in your ear pressing his now fully clothed erect cock into your backside.

Pushing unknowingly back against him to feel more as he kept rubbing his hand up and down more aggressively this time. Joel saw what you were doing and chuckled to himself. He let you keep it up for a little bit before pulling away from you making you cry out.

“Ah ah ah.” Pulling his hand away this time too. “Not until you tell me what I need.”

He already knew the truth that you didn’t work alone, but he was the one in charge right now, and he needed to hear you say it. Right now he needed you to submit so he could also get what he wanted.

“Okay fine there was others.” Blurting out finally telling him the truth.

“Good girl.” Patting your ass with praise. “See that wasn’t so hard now was it.”

Before you could even respond the same hand that was rubbing on you was now pushing your pants open. Pushing past your panties feeling exactly how turned on he was making you. Joel almost growled at the feeling of what he was doing to you.

“Fuck you are wet for me aren’t you?” You could only respond with a moan.

Able to easily slip his fingers inside of you pushing all the way to his knuckles. Your mouth hanging open as he pulled out and then pushed back in. Immediately starting a rhythm that had your body rocking against the table.

Pressing his whole body into you so that you were squeezed between the table and his body. Wanting nothing more than to rip yours and his pants off, and fuck you until tomorrow. He had patience though, and knew it would be worth it to hold out a little more.

“Is this what you wanted?” His tone condescending, and you felt ashamed for wanting this so easily.

“Yes yes yes.” You babbled out already feeling the pressure building between your legs.

Joel wanted a different response as his free hand smacked your ass harder this time. He wanted you to know he was the one in charge, and the one with all the power right now.

“You wanna say that again sweetheart?”

“Yes sheriff.” Responding back to him hoping that’s what he wanted.

“That’s a good girl for me.” He praised again his fingers going faster this time as his palm smacked against your pelvis.

The suction noises echoing in both of your ears hearing exactly how drenched you were. Feeling your ears and cheeks burning a sudden embarrassment washing over you. Joel was loving it though.

Maneuvering his thumb so he could rub your clit pushing you over the edge. Crying out as his hand grabbed your mouth to keep you quiet. Hushing in your ear, but never once stopping or slowing down his movements.

“Can’t have anyone know what I’m doing to you in here.” Whispering in your ear as he nibbled on it. “Can you imagine what they would say if they caught you fucking the sheriff?”

That’s the last thing you wanted for everyone in this town to hear about this. To know how easily you folded for him, and you broke into his house. Your reputation would be completely tarnished, and nobody would look at you the same.

Joel knew he had the upper hand here. He knew you wouldn’t say anything to anybody, cause they would probably take his word over yours. In fact Joel might even keep you around longer to do this again.

“Dirty little thief spreading her legs to keep from going to jail.” He kept going as if it was a shared secret between you two. “You’ll do anything to keep from going to jail won’t you.”

It came out more like a statement than a question because he already knew the answer to that one. He could tell you were the type of girl who would do anything to avoid jail time.

“Please.” Begging him feeling so close to release already.

“Please what?” He teased again knowing what he wanted.

“Please sheriff I wanna cum.”

That was all he needed to hear for motivation. His hand gripping onto your hips as his fingers literally drove themselves into you pushing and pulling your body. Clenching around his fingers as your hands gripped the edge of the table.

Joel’s fingers stayed still inside of you as they curved inside motioning in a come here action. Gasping loudly as you turned your head to bite into your arm at the motion. Joel having you right where he wanted you.

Your entire body was on fire right now. Your legs were already trembling, and you didn’t know how much longer you’d be able to last. Thank god for Joel holding you otherwise you’d have collapsed to the floor.

Joel’s inner beast was banging against the cage wanting to be let out. All he wanted to do was devour you right against this table. He wanted you completely at his mercy, and to hear you beg for his cock.

Watching as your body wriggled under his hold, and how you couldn’t control what your arms and legs were doing. It was like something was possessing you, and Joel was the reason.

“Fuck yeah I want you to cum for me.” Growling into your ear. “Want to feel the pussy cum around my fingers.”

That was all you needed to hear as your entire body tightened. Legs shaking as your orgasm came over you violently. Mouth hanging wide open as whimpers and moans left your lips.

Joel keeping you in place though against his body his cock really pressing into you. Imagining the whole time it was him inside of you instead of his fingers.

Your entire body felt defeated and weak. Not being able to lift your head or even move your arms. All that was just from him fingering you. Not sure if you were gonna be able to handle his cock now.

“Fuck I could tell you needed that.” Joel joked as he soothingly rubbed his hand up and down your back.

If you weren’t in such a state of bliss you would have felt so ashamed for what you just did. Not being the type of girl who would spread her legs for just anybody. Let alone the sheriff of this town.

“Am I free to go now?” Asking timidly wondering if he would let you go.

“Oh no baby girl,” hands gripping onto your hips harshly, “I’m not nearly done with you yet.”

“But I told you what you wanted to know.” Cranking your neck to look at his reddened face, and blown out eyes staring down at you.

“You still need to tell me your friend’s names.” That made your eyes go wide. “For that you get to cum around my cock.”

#Pedro pascal #Joel miller #Pedro pascal smut #Joel miller smut #Pedro pascal x reader #Joel miller x reader #Pedro pascal fic #Joel miller fic #Pedro pascal fanfic #Joel miller fanfic #SheriffJoel!#SheriffJoelMiller!#sheriff Joel miller

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headlessjest · 7 months

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PLEASE draw quartermaster bert or sheriff kith.... i lvoe them both so so much..... thank yu for reading this ask

Why not both lol. (Also, I love you for asking for Q-Bert. He’s such a underrated character and funny Australian man.)

#madness combat x reader #madcom x reader #sheriff x reader #Q-Bert x reader #my art #doodle #Sheriff looks like he drank 2 gallons of beer #and Q-Bert just looks anxious lol

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indecisiveoverthinking · 4 months

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I've finally watched the gameplay and drew some Garten of Banban, I gotta say, I was definitely inspired

Hey what if we got hurt during that one scene

*Makes my own intrepetation*

Don't worry He's gonna cling to ya forever

#garten of banban #garten of banban fanart #garten of banban x reader #banban fanart #art #bittergiggle #nabnab #self insert #banbaleena #sheriff toadster #doddles

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nevadas-night-time-novelist · 2 years

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Main 3, Sheriff - Dog shape-shifter reader

CW: Alcohol, food and reader getting hurt for Sheriff’s part

Hank

2BDamned had informed him that you were slightly different to a normal grunt, all of your senses seemed to be far superior. You could hear a pin drop from the next room, could sniff out ammunition from the scent of gunpowder alone, you could even see in the dark, and that wasn’t even mentioning your agility. Hank thought he was light on his feet, but you even put him to shame.

There had to be a secret to you, you’d arrived as blank slate, an untraceable person, and Hank was adamant he needed to figure it out. You’d never know a moment of peace till he figured you out. You could feel his eyes on you, the hair on your neck standing on end every time those monster’s eyes bore holes into your back.

One of your missions had been thrown awry by that fucking clown, always screaming out when he was close. “HAAAAAAANNNNNNK!!!!” You’d grown to loath him more than fear him, a constant nuisance just playing his own game, craving a fight from your teammate.

Bursting from underground, he instantly went for the mercenary, slamming his stop sign into Hank’s rib cage and impaling him to the wall. You could feel the change ripple through you, jaw aching as it snapped and reformed, protruding outwardly, rounded teeth falling out, in their place jagged new ones sprouted from your gums.

Fur burst from your skin, matching your natural hair colour, coating your body as your former outfit shredded during your change. Hank wheezed in shock, and Tricky snapped his head around.“WHH-WHAT THE FU-FUCK?” Oh this was new. “WOAH- DOGGY!” All of his previous animosity flew out the window, and the clown’s hand were all over your face. “PRETTY PUPPY! CLOWN DIDN’T KNOW HANK HAD A DOG.”

Hank was about to correct him, he doesn’t have a dog, he didn’t know where the hell this dog had come from-until his eyes met yours, familiar and knowing, and his gaze fell to the shredded remains of your clothes. Oh. Oh that explains a lot. He pulled that annoying stop sign from his body and kept a firm grip on it, primed to use it the moment Tricky snapped back to brawling mode.

“DOES DOG KNOW TRICKS? SIT? BEG? FETCH??” This was invasive as all hell, and Tricky had no idea, you were so tempted to bite him, but he’d likely lash out at you, and if Hank couldn’t survive this clown, there was no chance for you.

“…Yes. Dog.. Eh.. Sit.” You stared into Hank’s goggle and he slowly nodded, a silent plea. ‘Just do what the clown wants, maybe he’ll leave us alone.’ You obeyed and Tricky let out a soft squeal. “WOW!!! SO GOOD, GOOD DOG!” His clawed hand lunged into the nearest body, tearing out the femur and holding it out for you to take.

You did, taking the femur into your muzzle, staring up at the giggling clown. “SO COOL!!! CLOWN WANTS TO SEE HANK’S DOG MORE OFTEN. CLOWN WILL FIGHT HANK ANOTHER TIME. BYE DOGGIE!” And with that he snatched his sign from Hank’s hands and plunged into the earth, racing off again.

Now alone, Hank gestured at you, demanding an explanation. You spat the bone out and huffed. “Well, for starters, I’m not human.” “Yeah no shit. What the fuck are you?” You pawed awkwardly at your rags. “It’s complicated. I’m not really one thing, more like many constantly changing things. Err, a shapeshifter if you will.”

“And this,” He waved his hand up and down. “is some kind of.. normal thing for you? Where the hell did you come from, how the hell can you do this?” Plain and simply, you didn’t have an answer fitting for him. “Don’t know really, I was born this way? I’m guessing one of my parents must’ve been like me. Or maybe both. I’m not sure.”

He scowled in thought, bringing his hand to his chin. “Does Doc know?” “No. No one but you knows.” Hank paused as he processed this. He really should tell 2BDamned about this, but at the same time, it should be your choice to speak up on it should you want to. The silence was long, apprehension crawling up your spine, until he spoke again.

“Can you turn into a cat?”

Deimos

Supply runs with Deimos were fun, he always found a way to goof around while still doing his job. On this occasion, he’d just so happened to find a squeaky bone discarded in the area, and he scooped it up, hoping to sneak up on you (unlikely given your heightened senses) and scare you with it.

And yet the opportunity did present itself, so focused on sifting loose bullets together from the bottom of a box, he’d crept up, and-

SQUEAK!

Your ears pricked up, long bushy tail bursting from your pants and wagging back and forth violently, down on all fours and primed for play. Deimos dropped the toy in shock, stumbling backwards, he tripped over one of the boxes on the floor. “What the fuck-”

By the time you recollected your thoughts, you already had the toy in your mouth, squeaking if furiously and shaking your head, ready to play. “Ah hell nah. There must’ve been something wrong with my last cigarette. Laced with something.” You dropped the toy, a mixture of embarrassment and shock hit you at once.

“I-I didn’t mean for you to find out-” You awkwardly shifted back to your human form, picking up your discarded and torn clothes to cover yourself. “You mean I ain’t tripping, and you definitely did just turn into, well whatever the hell that was?” The cold air rolled over your exposed skin, sending goosebumps up your flesh. “…Yes.”

Deimos took his jacket off and draped it around your nude form, averting his eyes to allow you some modesty. “Why have you kept that secret? That’s fuckin’ badass!” “Because you can’t keep a secret, Dei.” He laughed. “Dude, what is Ford gonna think?” “And that’s why I didn’t tell you.”

His smile faltered for a second. “Wait, really? Look I can keep this under wraps if you ask me to, I swear. But it’s a really cool thing, and I think the guys would love to know about it too.” You shook your head. “I don’t want them to know, I don’t want them thinking I’m some kind of freakshow.”

“Don’t be silly babe, you’re not a freakshow. We’ve all got stuff that sets us apart. Hank is a patchwork of loose parts, Ford is hench as hell, Doc’s got them big chunks missing outta his cheeks, and I got this, remember?” With a flick of his thumb, a flame sparked to life on his hand. “Our defining features set us apart, but they don’t make us lesser, y'see?”

He was trying his best to be reassuring. “Yeah,” You nod. “You’re right. But all the same, I don’t want this getting out, not yet at least. Not until I’m ready.” Dei’s usual smirk came back. “'Course, my lips are sealed, I promise. Cross my heart, hope to die. Now err… Can you turn into the dog again? I wanna get a good look at you. I’ll even throw the toy.”

Sanford

You were curled up in the cabin of the truck, fast asleep in far off dreamland while Ford was driving. The radio was on low, some crappy tunes coming through to disrupt the silence, but not enough to wake you. He loved these quiet long drives, nothing but the open road ahead and the warm evening air enveloping him.

He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye as you softly mumbled in your sleep, shifting around in your dreams. The passing glance became a longer stare as you fidgeted more intensely, arms and legs kicking out, deep in your dreams, running on all fours in an intense chase.

Sanford was about to shake you awake with one hand, but your body transformed and he pulled back in shock, slamming his foot on the breaks, jolting you forwards and into the realm of the living. “WWHU- What’s wrong?!” “YOU- YOU’RE A DAMN DOG-” You were about to snap at him for being rude, but caught a glimpse of your arms-or rather legs.

Your ears darted backwards. “Ah fuck-Um.” He was at a loss for words, mouth opening and shutting again like a fish, trying to get his head around this, and failing. “Look I can explain-” “You can explain why you can turn into a dog?”

“Uh… Kinda?” Of all the group members to slip up in front of, you were glad it was Sanford. He was the most predictable, and you meant that in a polite way. Always a rash reaction followed by a prying desire to understand more, turning on his usual comforting and fatherly manner. The silence was thick with tension, both waiting for the other to speak.

Ford took charge, albeit reluctantly. “Okay. So. You don’t have talk about it now if you won’t wanna. But this is something we are going to need to talk about in future.” He started driving again, you squirmed awkwardly in your seat.

“There should be a blanket behind your seat so you can cover up.” Sure enough there was, and you wrapped it around yourself. “I’m a shapeshifter.” You finally admitted.

“I always thought they were just folk tales. Guess they’re based more in reality than I thought.” He drummed his fingers on the wheel, questions darting around in his head, all begging for an answer, and yet held back by his own restraint. You’d divulge information when you wanted to, and he believed he had no right to press for it, however gently.

“Yeah well.. We’re real. Pretty good at hiding it usually. I mean it’s been how many years since we’ve known each other? It’s not really something we put out there, mostly for our own safety. Imagine what the Auditor would do if he got his hands on someone like me.” Sanford nodded once.

“Don’t reckon that’d end well for anyone.” Silence settled once more. This time, you broke it. “You.. you won’t tell the others, will you? I.. I’m not ready for them to know. Truth be told, I’m fucking scared of them finding out. What if they think I’m a traitor, that what I am makes me a threat to them?”

“My lips are sealed, you’re allowed your secrets, we don’t have to share everything with them. And they wouldn’t think that.” He reached a hand over, giving one of his trademark reassuring shoulder squeezes. “The guys love you, you’re in with the pack for life.” He snorted suddenly. “Okay, that pack comment was unintentional.”

You offered a weak laugh in return. “Listen four paws-” And here come the nicknames. “I mean what I said. We do love you, and I know for a fact the others will embrace this side of you if you ever want to show it to them. But, the choice is always yours.”

Sheriff

There were rumours floating around town, a monstrous beast ambling on four paws, jaws wide enough to devour someone in three bites, claws capable of slicing through bone, hunting those wandering around at night. Of course Sheriff had heard of them too, concerned citizens coming to him to see if the rumours were true. He was clueless however.

Until one day, where he found himself on the outskirts of his town at night, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end, that distinctive feeling of being watched. His head was on a swivel, seeking out the perp, paranoia gnawing at him when he couldn’t see anyone.

He would never know peace from that night onwards. Always checking over his shoulder, more so than usual, feeling those eyes burning into him, piercing his skin, seeing into his soul itself. Taking solace in a bar, he nurses a cold beer while pondering how he’s going to catch and kill a beast he’s never seen. No one could seemingly agree on what the beast looks like, other than its size.

You watch him from behind the bar, deciding to spark a conversation since you can see how stressed and worked up he is. “Tough day out there cowboy?” He doesn’t look up from his glass. “Ain’t it always. Y'see I’ve been ponderin’ how I’m 'posed to chase down this wolf fella we got pokin’ around town. Thing is, I ain’t even seen the thing m'self, don’t have much 'a clue to go off of.”

You nod sympathetically at his plight, offering your own opinion. “Whatever it is, it doesn’t seem to be actually hurting anyone in town.” “Y'eh, but how long’s that gon’ last? First time that fleabag gets it teeth in someone, whole town’s gonna lose their goddamn minds. Gon’ have to set some big traps to catch the furry fella, that’s for sure.”

And sure enough, before long the outskirts of the town is rigged with bear traps, tempting morsels of cattle as bait. The hard failure that follows pisses Sheriff off. “An’ I don’t get it, furbag took all the meat, an’ never set off any of the damn traps. Outwitted by some dang mongrel.” You slide him another beer, he raises the brim of his hat. “I ain’t order another.”

“On the house, consider it a thanks for trying. I’m sure you’ll get 'em sooner or later Sher.” He tips his hat, a faint blush creeping on his cheeks. “Well thank ya kindly.” His job was a thankless one for the most part, and no act of kindness, no matter how small, was passed over. “An’… Thank ya for listenin’ to my troubles. Know it ain’t in yer pay-grade to hear me ramblin’ on about this.”

“All part of the job boss.” You wiped down the empty bar area, Sheriff keenly watching you work. Admittedly he found you attractive, you had a way with words that soothed his worries, plus you were easy on the eyes.

Liquid courage now coursing through his veins, he decided to shoot his shot. “Say… How’s about you an’ me go out tonight.” “Shouldn’t you be hunting the beast?” “Got my boys baiting the traps, waitin’ on some special equipment delivered from Auditor. It’ll be dealt with.”

Something from the Auditor? Either Sheriff was a special case to Auditor, or Auditor was eager to get this beast caught or killed. You felt a lump growing in your throat, this could get dangerous fast for you. “Well?” “Not tonight, but I’ll definitely take you up on that.” You needed to form a plan, to be careful. You could see him sink in his seat, slightly dejected.

Later that night, you carefully padded around, avoiding the baited traps this time. You were wandering further from town, hackles raised in anticipation, danger was thick in the air, and it didn’t dissipate the further you went. The smell of flames licked your nose, in the distance was a fire.

The beast was on the hunt, and was in turn being hunted. Sheriff stalked behind, his gun poised and ready to maim the town’s terror. He was taken off guard as a bandit smacked him in the back of a head with a bat, he hit the ground hard and was dizzy. The bat came around his neck, he was about to have his neck broken, but the beast came.

The bandit was tossed aside, mauled and partially devoured, Sheriff’s blurry vision made it hard for him to see what was going on, he managed to grasp his fallen gun. He raised it, blasting a bullet into the shoulder of the beast, and it howled in agony, in a familiar voice.

Sheriff kept the gun trailed on the beast, blinking the tears out of his eyes. “P-please Sheriff-D-don’t.” He flinched, head pounding furiously. Surely he’d suffered from head trauma, this beast hadn’t just spoken to him. And yet before him, the beast changed, taking on the much smaller and frailer form of his dream partner.

“What in tarnation?” He stood over them in shock, the beast was the person he’d fallen in love with, and he’d just shot them. “Oh my god-god I’m so sorry, I-I-I did'nt-” “Just-help me. P-please.” He wrapped you up in his arms, turning back to town and sprinting back, desires to helping his crush in anyway he can, ignoring his own injuries. Guilt would envelop his mind forever.

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Hunter x female Jedi

I got a request for a Jedi solo saving Tech on a mission, growing closer, and making Hunter jealous. I tweaked it a little bit, but lemme just saw NSFW my girlies. I am not a Hunter girlie but I did have to fan my face for this one. You are strong and confident in this one.

2.0k words. NSFW

Tech leaned heavily against you, his arm draped over your shoulders as you helped him hobble along. You had been sent to Kashyyyk with Clone Force 99 to assist in dispatching a group of Trandoshan marauders. The operation concluded smoothly—until a separate incident sidelined Tech.

While attempting to disable enemy sensors solo, Tech missed several check-ins. Eventually, his voice crackled through the comm-link, "It appears I've inadvertently descended into a booby trap on the forest floor," he reported. "Apart from a definite ankle sprain, I'm intact. However, extricating myself from this pit will prove challenging given the state of my ankle. Assistance would be appreciated."

“Just hang tight, we’ll come rescue you.” Hunter’s relief was palpable through the comm. He’d barely released the comm device when you cut in.

“I’ll go.”

Hunter hesitated, shaking his head. “No, no. Crosshair and I-”

You raised a hand to cut him off. “Serg, I can force-jump down there and retrieve him faster than you could even reach the edge.” His silence was telling; he was clearly not convinced. Laughing heartily at his stern demeanor, you playfully slapped his shoulder as you breezed past. “Relax, Sergeant. I’ve got this.”

Hunter wasn’t fast enough to stop before you leapt into the dense canopy with a force-jump, diving into action despite his reservations.

But, you were right. Locating Tech and pulling him from the pit proved no challenge for your Jedi abilities. As the two of you made your way back through the Kashyyyk forest, you planned your next move aloud.

“Once we reach that clearing, I can jump us back to camp.”

Tech, wincing slightly with each step, was quick to propose an alternative. “Perhaps if you just comm Wrecker, he could—”

You interrupted Tech by yanking up on him, bettering your grip on him. “You boys need to have a little more faith.” Lurching him over one more felled tree you managed a teasing tone, “Unless it’s the heights bothering you.” The joy you got from teasing Tech would never fade.

Once at the clearing, you paused to give Tech a chance to rest his foot. He sighed heavily, the frustration evident even through his helmet. "I'm merely suggesting that Wrecker's strength could hasten our journey," he remarked, looking for a pragmatic solution.

Laughing lightly, you knelt to inspect his ankle. It was clearly swollen, but thankfully it seemed manageable with some rest. As you steadied his knee, you teased, "And miss the opportunity to hold you close?" You playfully blew a raspberry, adding, "Not likely."

Tech tilted his head, his shoulders drooping slightly under the weight of his exasperation. "You do realize, your playful antics might be entertaining, but they're also prolonging our delay."

“So you do find me entertaining.” When Tech’s only response was a deadpan expression you scoffed and stood.

Placing your hands on your hips and leaning in mock-seriousness you said, “Lighten up, Tech. We'll be back before you know it." Wit a sly grin, you added, "Besides, I think someone's little detour into a booby trap is the real time thief here."

Tech rolled his eyes, conceding with a shrug. “Fine, seeing how my mishap did indeed slow down operations.” He extended a hand towards you. “We will do it your way.”

Unable to hold back a satisfied smile you crouched down, shrugged his arm over your shoulder and put an arm under his legs to position him in your arms. Hauling him up in one fell swoop, you craned your head back to gauge his reaction.

Completely caught off guard, Tech’s hand flew up around your neck. His startled expression made you pause. It was cuter than you’d imagined. Tech quickly adjusted his eyes to a more composed, no-nonsense look.

"Okay, okay," you chuckled, slightly embarrassed but focusing on the task at hand. Tightening your hold on him, you looked up through the forest canopy. "Hold on tight." With those words, you launched upwards, navigating through the trees with ease.

Back at camp, Hunter stood impatiently at the Marauder door. He still wasn’t sure letting you go off on your own was the right thing to do.

Echo noticed Hunter’s fixation from his position inside the ship. "Hunter," he called out, rotating the pilot's chair to face him, "she can handle this."

Hunter didn’t respond immediately, his gaze locked on the path you had taken. A small smile played at the corners of his mouth, a silent admission of his confidence in you. However, his eyes betrayed a hint of unease. "I know she can," he murmured, more to himself than to Echo. "But I’d feel better if she didn't have to prove it so often."

He’d feel better if you never left his sight.

Landing gracefully back at the camp, Tech still in your arms. As you approached with Tech, the rest of the squad gathered, visibly relieved to see both of you safe.

Wrecker let out a boisterous laugh, clapping Hunter on the back. "Looks like the Jedi's got everything under control, huh?"

Hunter couldn’t help but smile genuinely this time, his eyes meeting yours as you helped Tech to a more comfortable spot. "Good work," he said, his voice carrying a mix of admiration. "But next time, maybe let us help a bit more."

Tech, now safely on solid ground, nodded in agreement. "Yes, perhaps with a more... collaborative approach."

Wrecker took Tech off your hands, following Echo into the Marauder to treat Tech.

“Alright,” Hunter announced, turning to you and Crosshair. “The three of us will do one last perimeter check. As long as everything is clear for the regs, we can head out.” Without a word, Crosshair stalked off to begin his section of the sweep.

Hunter then turned to you. “You and I will take this sector.” His tone left no room for argument as he started walking.

“As long as I’m following you,” you quipped, your gaze briefly flicking to his backside, “I’m not complaining.” Your flirtation drew a weary sigh from Hunter.

You had only ventured a few feet into the forest, beyond the sight of the ship, when Hunter abruptly turned to face you.

Hunter grabbed your arms, spinning you around to face him as he pressed you against the massive tree root. He lifted his hands, removed his helmet, and moved in to cage between his arms.

For a moment, neither of you spoke; the forest around you seemed to hold its breath.

"You're fearless," he murmured, his voice low. "I respect that. But out there, when you jumped with Tech... I realized something." He moved a knee in time with his hands as he pushed you higher onto the tree root. Using his knees, he knocked your legs apart and pressed himself in between them.

“And what’s that?” A tremor ran through your hands, the predatory look in Hunter’s eyes locked you in place. Your legs fanned out farther for him, pulling a groan from him as he pressed into you.

"I didn't like it," Hunter confessed, his eyes dipping to your lips. "I didn't like the smell of him on you." His words hung in the air, charged and raw. His admission was not just about the mission—it was about him, about you, about the undefined something simmering between you two.

A soft laugh escaped you, born of nerves and the surreal nature of the confession. “The smell of him?”

Hunter nodded, bowing his head so that the tip of his nose brushed over the curve of your ear. A shiver ran up your spine, bending your neck towards him. Hunter’s hand slid over your shoulder, up the back of your neck, and to the side of your head. With a firm grip, he pulled your head to the side and exposed your neck.

Hunter grazed his lips where his nose had been and down the length of your neck. He settled into the crook of your neck and muttered against your skin. “I can still smell him on you.”

You whined at the hum of his voice across your skin. Until then, your hands were frozen at your sides, now they freely roamed his waist. The way Hunter moved his body was a sin.

“You hate it that much?” You breathed out.

“Yes,” He ground out. "You drive me crazy, you know that?"

You moved your head just enough that your lips were only a breath from his. Heat pooled between your legs and you smiled. “So do something about it.”

Hunter’s nose flared and kissed you like he was going to devour you. The angle you were sitting at gave him ample room to pull at your clothes. The loose nature of your outfit made it easy for Hunter to expose the skin of your legs and pull aside your panties.

At the same time you ripped away the gear at his waist. Between the two of you, it felt like you wouldn’t be satisfied until you were completely bare for each other.

Hunter’s hands wedged under your ass and angled your hips as you pulled him from his pants. At your touch, Hunter sucked your bottom lip into his mouth, dragging his teeth over the sensitive flesh. You gasped into his mouth.

“Tell me you want this.” He almost begged.

“I want this,” You quickly panted.

He thrust his hips into your touch, groaning as he said, “Tell me you want me.”

Giving him a firm stroke, you lined his head up with your entrance. That gentle contact sent a drip of your slick down his cock.

“I want you, Hunter.” You pulled him in with your legs and sunk his cock into you. He finished the motion and buried himself into you.

His girth shocked you, but didn’t stop you from moving against his thrusts. The painful stretch he caused flooded your groin with heat. Each thrust knocked you incoherent. His thrusts were shallow and rapid, barely pulling out before ramming back into you.

With another person, he may have worried about breaking them. You weren’t like others though. Your strength and fierceness were what intoxicated him. So Hunter trusted you could take it; that you could take him.

And you were taking him so well.

You squeezed your hand between your bodies, feeling for the sensitive bud between your legs. When you arched into him, Hunter knew you found it. Your eyes rolled while your fingers made small, precise circles. Every second, you were tightening around him and pushing him closer to his limit.

Hunter dipped his lips to the soft spot behind your ear, breath warm against your skin, and gave the spot a long, slow lick. With a smile evident in his voice, he said. “Good girl.”

His voice made your entire body go taught, a sudden burst of heat rushing from your core. You moaned out his name like it could save you and held on to him while your orgasm wrecked you.

The sudden vice grip you had on him made Hunter hiss and he buried himself deep inside of you, pressing his face into your neck. Release hit him hard and he groaned into your skin. For a moment, he thought he’d never stop filling you.

Everytime he thought he was coming down you convulsed around him and another wave of pleasure flooded him. It wasn’t until your body started relaxing around him that Hunter was able to gain a semblance of clarity.

You both were breathless. Panting, spent, and drunk on each other. It took a good ten seconds of catching your breath before you reached up, patted the back of his head, and said with a smile, “How do I smell now?”

Hunter chuckled into your shoulder. He inhaled deeply before he pushed himself up. On exhale he said, “Good.”

Your head fell back and you laughed, “Because I smell like you?”

He gripped your chin and tilted your head back up. With a cocky little smirk he gave a nod. “Exactly.”

The moment lingered, but duty eventually called, and you both straightened, adjusting yourselves and your gear.

Hunter replaced his helmet, saying "We should finish that perimeter check," His voice was almost normal but still carrying a trace of the heat from moments before.

You nodded, a small, knowing smile playing on your lips. "Lead the way, Sergeant."

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