A NerdOfANurse

SEBASTIAN STAN

Characters: Lee Bodecker, Reader, Jane Bodecker, assorted OCs, also gonna go ahead and say Lee is kinda soft/dark in this one

Word Count: 8000

Warnings: Infidelity, alcohol usage, smoking, somewhat dub-con sexual stuff, but not really

Summary: The Reader is a young single mother and widow new to the town of Meade. She gets drawn into a social circle that includes the Sheriff’s wife, while also being drawn to the Sheriff himself.

A/n: I truly don’t know where this came from or why I wrote it. I watched TDATT and suddenly this whole thing just popped into my head complete with a Patsy Cline soundtrack. There’s infidelity on Lee’s part, and his wife is terrible, and these are fictional characters so I am trying to not feel guilty for making that happen. 

There’s more to this story, probably extending into 1 or 2 more parts. I don’t know what to say for myself, I cannot pwp. Feedback and constructive criticism are welcome. Not beta-read, so please let me know if there’s an error. 

Hope you enjoy!

Meade is as good a place as any to settle. Surrounded by wilderness and small towns, it’s quiet, far from anyplace and anyone you know. A welcome adventure and a place to dispose of your grief, finally - hopefully. 

You pull up on a quiet street and sit there just a moment to breathe, to look at the life you had that is settled in between the few boxes and suitcases of belongings, the folded up flag, and the little boy you buckled into the seat.

Through a tangled web of connections, you are able to rent a little upper duplex apartment from the widow in town. She claims she doesn’t mind a little noise as your son stomps up the stairs and gives you an open invitation to join her at church on Sundays.

It is six days into your new residence, the first Monday in town when the apparent welcoming committee shows up at your door. She wears a gentle smile on her face and presents you with a warm pie still wrapped in cloth.

“My name is Jane Bodecker, my husband’s the Sheriff. I wanted to introduce myself…”

You know the routine after moving around a few times already. You imagine the conspiring during the luncheon after church yesterday, the ladies munching on dry cookies and deciding who would be the first to talk to you.

You nod and smile, and accept the offering. 

“Some of us like to get together to play cards and socialize on Tuesdays, it would be nice to have you join us and let us get to know you.”

Of course she means that they are chomping at the bit to know why a single woman with no family ties has moved into town. You’re familiar with the ritual and know you need to go along if you want to make it work in this place.

“… Sometimes you feel you have the truth of a moment in your hand.  And it slips through your fingers. Our beginnings never know our ends.“ 

"you always whine about how much you hate me yet your smell always betrays you", Chris blows smoke of his cigarette on your face before smirking, "sweetheart, if you want me to fuck you, you just gotta ask nicely"

Title: Check and Mate

Summary: Chris runs your little town with an iron fist. But you'll bring him to his knees.

Pairing: Alpha Biker Chris x omega reader

Warning: a/b/o dynamics. soft dark chris due to alpha nature. public sex, fingering.

A/N: As always don't copy, repost, or translate my work. Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated.

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Waving your hand in front of your face, you stifle the urge to cough. Fucking cocky alpha. Just because he’s sex on legs doesn’t mean you don’t hate him.

Every time you see him, he does this shit.

Every fucking time. And you’ve had it with him, his amazing scent, his smug attitude, and that fucking smoke he always blows in your face.

Your mouth moves faster than your brain. Anger overriding your fear of him.

“If I wanted to fuck you, I would have already done it by now.” You tell him as you pluck the cigarette from lips and put it out on his leather kutte.

His brows pull together as shock creeps across his handsome features. The indistinct murmur of oohs behind you bolsters your confidence.

You snake your hand around his neck, tapping his mating gland. “The honey scent dripping off me, the one you can’t seem to get enough of ain’t because of you.” The lie falls off your tongue as you rub your index finger over his gland, his eyes snapping up to you.

A jolt of nerves shoots through you as his crystal blues harden, his gaze unwavering. You push away from him, fluffing out the ends of your teal sundress. “Now I’m going home. Tell my brother if he doesn’t want to get locked out, he better hurry up.”