#cordell x reader x duke

[kickingitwithkirk]

DOUBLE PENETRATION

Summary: What the title says

Pairing: Cordell Walker x Reader x Duke Culpepper

Word Count: 845

Warnings:  sex dream, threesome, DVP

Square Filled: @walkerverse-bingo -free space  @walker-bingo -double penetration

A/N: Part seven of Duke x Reader/Cordell x Reader series of drabbles and stories for this bingo.

A/N II: This segment is told from Walker’s POV

A/N III: Sorry took so long to get this one out but writing smut isn’t my strong suit so apologies if it sucks but I keep trying.

Bingo Masterlist

*divider by @firefly-graphics

*no beta-all mistakes are mine

We stumbled into the bedroom with Y/N between us, all biting on lips, tongues twisting and groping hands that sent buttons flying about when fingers tangled in my hair and she nips along my jaw, down my neck, finding that spot that made me moan and sucks hard enough it’ll bruise.

I felt his hand grip my hip, shifting us towards the bed, and Y/N squeals as he scoops her up, then set her over my hips steps back, stroking himself, watching her line up my cock, slowly sliding down as its girth stretches her inner walls to accommodate it. When our hips meet, the sensation of finally being encased inside her wet heat is so intense the sounds of pleasure escape from my lips. 

He climbs on the bed and grips her jaw, twisting her head to plunder her mouth while his other trails over her torso, teasing as his hand travels downward.

Then I felt familiar, long fingers exploring where we were connected when our fingers met. He peers down at me, smirks, and begins working a finger into her tight channel alongside me, pumping the digit in the same in/out tempo with me as I continue rubbing her clit.

Y/N writhes between us as he inserts another, stretching her further, both of us feeling her inner walls start intermittently fluttering; she’s edging close to her first orgasm, begging, “Pleeease, I want to cum!” He sternly growls in her ear, “You better not cum till we say, got it” That made Y/N, striving to hold off cumming, full body shudder and squirt. 

Removing his fingers made her whine about feeling empty; he slapped her rear in admonishment before resettling between my thighs and lining up, slowly pushing inward against the resistance of her hole Y/N bit down on her bottom lip at the burning stretch as inch by inch, he works his cock inside and my back arches at sensations unlike anything I'd ever felt, watching her features morph into pure ecstasy at being filled to the limit.

Y/N’s body twitched in tempo as we moved in unison, her inner walls spasming around our cocks started fucking her harder, seeking release when he wrapped a hand around Y/N’s throat and squeezed, she began silently gasping when he suddenly released her and then rushed of oxygen sent Y/N over the edge, cumming so hard her inner muscles milk us, our cum mixing, filling her till overflowing. He growls, “Gotta claim on you, Sassygirl, you belong to us.”

Y/N wobbles like a newborn foal as we lead her into the shower. Reaching for the knobs, she misses the hot water hitting the cold, and its spray hits my overheated skin. I jump, banging my head on something metallic. 

“Fuck!”

“You kiss your mama with that mouth?”

Opening my eyes my, I feel confused and disoriented seeing the mountain range ahead and Y/N quizzically glancing over, holding the steering wheel in one hand and a half-empty water bottle in her other had me asking, “Did you dump that on me?”

“No,” Her eyes briefly cut to my crotch before returning to the roadway; I hear amusement in her voice. “I knew Duke could also be as overly talkative but in bed? Daaaamn.”

Pieces of my dream start coming back. “I uhh, what’re you talking about?”

“Walker, I’ve been around you long enough to pick up the subtle differences between you and your alter egos' speech patterns. It sure sounded like you guys were having a lot of fun.” My jeans are starting to stick as my cum is drying, ran out of clean underwear. Shifting uncomfortably, Y/N notices. “You need me to pull off so you can deal with that?” 

I shook my head no, face burning in embarrassment. “Already been in these for three days. I can wait till we stop.” Needing to switch this conversation, ask, “Where are we? Last thing I remember was driving by that big T-Rex on the curb in Sanderson.”

“About an hour from Van Horn. I know a place that should be safe to stay a few days. So,” there’s that smirk in her voice. "How’d you enjoy tag-teaming with Duke?”

“Can you be any more inappropriate?” 

“You know I can.” Still amused, Y/N glances over, and her eyebrows go up, “So, how did y'all fuck little ol’ me?”  She started rattling on about what various sexual positions we might have tried, finally making me snap.

“We DVP’d you alright!”

“Oh.”

“That’s all you’ve gotta say, oh? I had a very graphic sex dream in which we..me..did things that should disgust you!”

“Are you angry because you're disgusted about having a sex dream with Duke and me? Or because I’m not?” My flash of anger turned into disbelief at what she asked because she was right.

“Walk…Cordell, if Duke hadn’t been hooking up with Twerp, this,” Y/N waves a hand between us, “Whatever this is, I would have taken the chance to be with you.”

SPN TAGS: @donnaintx @lyarr24 @flamencodiva @lassie-bird @nancymcl @spnbaby-67 @leigh70

Sam/Jared: @idreamofplaid

#walker #cordell walker #duke culpepper #cordell walker x reader #duke culpepper x reader #cordell x reader x duke #micki ramirez #larry james #walkerbingo #walkerversebingo

[winchestergirl2]

January Fic Recs

I wanted to show some love and appreciation for the amazing fic writers we have here on tumblr, so I've decided to start a reading rec list for the fantastic fics I read each month 💗

Many of these fics and blogs are 18+ only, and NSFW please heed the author's individual fic warnings and requests regarding no minors. I am not responsible for your media consumption.

Supernatural

Sam Winchester

In The After Chapter 5 @sams-sass

Authors Summary: This takes place after the finale. You are blurry wife. This is you and Sam’s story

In The After Chapter 6 @sams-sass

Authors Summary: This takes place after the finale. You are blurry wife. This is you and Sam’s story.

I’ll Stop the World & Melt With You @justagirlinafandomworld

Dean Winchester

My Brother's Girl @cockslutpadalecki

Authors Summary: When Dean returns from Purgatory, he hopes to be reunited with his long term girlfriend Y/N and Sam after five long years without them. But when he shows up at Sam’s door unable to locate her, Dean realises he doesn’t need to look much farther to find her.

Everlong @impala-dreamer

Authors Summary: Y/N has everything she's ever wanted - the love of a good man, a best friend she can lean on, drama, magic, and heroics. But everyone knows, things aren't always what they seem.

Dean's Birthday Surprise @jawritter

Authors Summary: Y/N get’s Dean a kinky surprise for his 44th Birthday!

The Boys

Soldier Boy

Safe Haven @that-sarcastic-writer

Authors Summary: Series summary: You're a paramedic and you find Soldier Boy at the wreckage at Vought Tower. He forces you to help him get away, so you take him home.

Fading Colors @impala-dreamer

Authors Summary: Soldier Boy gets what he wants and tonight it's to feel all of you again and again...~

Walker

Duke Culpepper

Rider @negans-lucille-tblr

Authors Summary: Duke is talked into getting a dance from the bull rider at the bar, and one thing leads to another - you know what, it’s really hard to summarise what’s basically porn, okay?

Cordell Walker

Safe and Sound Part 2 @thinkinghardhardlythinking

Authors Summary: Y/N has worked for the wealthy Harland family for a long time and when the dynasty’s Ranch is targeted by thieves, a handsome Ranger arrives to protect her.

#winchestergirl2 reads #winchestergirl2 recs #fic recs #sam winchester x reader #dean winchester x reader #soldier boy x reader #walker x reader #duke culpepper x reader #cordell walker x reader

[writethelifeyouwant]

Dry Run - Website Exclusive Mini Series

Summary: Cordell’s first night as ‘Duke’ for the new undercover mission was meant to be a dry run; a test to see how well he can improv, build up his rep, see how far he can lose himself – but chance produces the perfect pair of legs for him to do it between, and soon he’s in too deep.

Pairing: Cordell (Duke) x PlusSize!Reader (Gina) Rating: 18+ Tags: angst, grieving, unhealthy coping mechanisms, undercover identities, undercover mission, hero complex, protector complex, hurt/comfort, flirting, making out, foreplay, drunk sex, semi-public sex, car sex, handjob, hickies, fingering, daddy kink, p in v, dirty talk, Duke is a bit of a rake, Gina plays him like a fiddle A/N: Commissioned by the wonderful @jbbarnesgirl who let my crazy brain run wild on this idea, thanks so much lovely 😘

Parts 1 and 2 of this member exclusive mini series are already posted on my website! Part 3 posting next week, and all subsequent parts posting once a month 🤠 Subscribe here for access to this and loads more exclusive content!

Sneak Peek:

“You know” –Y/N leaned forward clumsily to play up her drunkenness a little, and whispered to Duke conspiratorially, but loud enough that his gang would definitely hear her– “I think I might need some help gettin’ home tonight, cowboy.” She fluttered her lashes and looked up at him with all the innocence she absolutely didn’t possess.

“Oh, is that so darlin’?” he scoffed, the backs of his fingers trailing lightly over her bare shoulder and sending a shiver of desire down her spine.

“And y’know, you’ve given me quite a bit to drink,” she giggled and faked a hiccup that was surprisingly convincing, even to herself. “I maybe shouldn’t be left alone, y’know, just in case,” Y/N smirked and Duke’s expression mimicked hers. He knew exactly what game she was playing, but behind his smirk she thought she saw a flash of hesitance in his hazel eyes.

“If you’ve had that much to drink, maybe comin’ back with me ain’t such a good idea,” Duke whispered gently and squeezed her hand, rubbing his thumb in soothing circles over her palm. It was genuine concern she saw in his eyes, she realised now, and she reined in her own playacting. He didn’t want to take advantage of her if she was truly too far gone, and Y/N found herself just a little bit touched by the consideration; she hadn’t expected that from anyone associated with this gang. She scrambled internally for something that would reel him back in.

“Well, if you’re not gonna take care of me, cowboy, it sounds like you got some friends who’d be perfectly obliging,” Y/N smirked, flicking a flirtatious smile over Duke’s shoulder towards Manny, Johnny and the rest of the gang, internally praying this ploy would work. While she would sleep with one of the others to keep her operation rolling, she would really rather stick with Duke. Just the memory of what his cock had felt like fucking into her pussy already had her clenching with renewed desire.

To illustrate her seriousness, Y/N slid down off her stool and looped her purse over her shoulder, beginning to walk around Duke towards his friends, but his hand shot out and held tightly onto her upper arm, stopping her in her tracks. When she turned her head to look at him with playful indignation flashing in her eyes, she was met with a cocky grin and all the swagger he’d seemingly been holding back from. She felt an internal triumph at her profiling skills; he couldn’t abide being shown up by his buddies, he clearly had something to prove with them.

“And just where do you think you’re goin’ little lady?” Duke’s voice dropped lower, playfully threatening. He hauled himself off his own seat and pressed his body against her back, hand still holding her arm tight and keeping her still. He brushed the hair off her shoulder, tucking it gently behind her ear and bent down to speak against her hotly: “You gon’ spend all night teasin’ Daddy then leave me high and dry?”

#walker x reader #cordell walker x reader #duke culpepper x reader #undercover mission

[itstheimpossibledream]

Catholic School

Summary: Just some Smutty Smut Buuuuut I wanted to do something fun & different. For some reason I thought it was weird to me that Walker seemed so pissed about his parents putting his daughter in catholic school and of course my mind went to find a strange way to make that sexual.Soooooo yeah here’s my first Walker fic. My little black body isn’t a huge fan of glorifying lawenforcement (like we see oftenly in the show) so idk how many more Walker fics we’ll get but, I had to do this one for my Jared girls!

Word Count :2,714

Pairing:Walker x Emily/you( Idk I wrote it weird)

“Is that all of it?” He asked, mock huffing as he set down the container of things at the top of your pyramid of boxes. 

“You better not knock over my stuff.” you shout over your shoulder. As you reach out to resume setting up your bookcase, you hear a shuffle and crash. The box’s contents cover the floor,and instead of scolding him for what you knew he would do ,you turn back to the shelf, right after shooting him a look to let him know he would absolutely be held responsible for removing the mess. 

“I’m sorry babe that’s my fault.” He chuckled, getting onto his knees to begin the process of cleaning up. You just roll your eyes and return to your shelf.

“ Woah ,woah! What is this ? Why haven’t I seen you in this!?!” He exclaims whirling you around and practically smacking you in the face with the skirt from your old high school uniform.

“Because you didn’t go to Our Lady of Peace”t

You retort smartly,smacking the skirt away from your nose.

“See that’s not fair!” He says ,grabbing you by the waist and pulling you in. Cordell Walker wasn’t always the ridiculously goofy & sentimental type. In fact, he was working his way into being one of the best law enforcement officers this area had ever seen. But, as he held the skirt up to your waist, his strong arms around you, you couldn’t help but feel your stomach flip as he kissed directly below your ear before whispering “please”.

As stupid as it was a small part of you did want to know if you could still fit into the uniform. And an even larger part of you couldn’t wait to use it as your secret weapon later, to get out of doing laundry or some other menial household chore. Moving in together was a big step.It was thrilling and exciting but, so far it hasn’t been without its challenges. You noted this part particularly as you looked down at your pile of items discarded from the box; dusting the edge of your peripheral vision.

“Fine” you breathe lightly, feigning disinterest “but you’re gonna regret it.”

“Em. There’s no way that’s possible.” he calls out shooting you a toothy grin. You allow the door to slam behind you ,cutting him off from sharing whatever fantasies he had worked up with the slam of the door between you. Surprisingly, the skirt slipped on with unimaginable ease, and the rest of your time was spent judging yourself in the mirror. The skirt barely covered your butt, you were aware. And the whore in you absolutely couldn’t wait to rush out and show him. Cordell was a calm Texas boy, a sweet and simple lover, truth be told you had wondered often about how to pull out his dark side and this skirt may be just the thing to do it. You had seen him slam suspects against a wall and tackle down perps. But, that was emotion reserved specifically for when he was angry, and never directed towards you. It wasn’t that you wanted him to be upset with you. But, you had been together long enough to understand sweet Walker and something in you desperately wanted to know what was beneath that. 

You took off your t-shirt and threw it in the hamper, allowing the black lace of your bra to show itself fully in connection with the red and black plaid of the skirt.

“You’re done for Walker.” You laugh as you open the door to see him standing in the hallway, he had been waiting for you, practically on his tip-toes jumping for excitement.

“ Oh my gawd.” The Texas twang in his voice was unmistakable. You smile up at him, stepping into the hall when you are met by a large, veiny hand on the skin of your bare stomach. “No.” He says slowly pushing you back into the bedroom. “ I can’t let you go anywhere like that.” You watch the expression on his face, as his eyes turn hungry and his grip changes from pushing you to his fingers lightly digging into your skin.

“Get on the bed.” He commands. You do as you’re told, looking up at him innocently while sitting on the side of the bed.He sits next to you and begins running a hand up your thigh.

“You know you’re ridiculously hot in this outfit right?” You just look at him,pretending to be entirely unaware of what the outfit was doing to him.

“Tell me something.” he says, rubbing the expanse of your leg again. “What’s the sluttiest thing you did in this outfit?” Your eyes shot up to meet his, and then immediately looked away.  

“Unh uhhh.” he warned, moving his hand up from your thigh to meet your warmth. You gasp lightly at his touch, and your response causes a dark smirk to play at the corner of his lips. 

You can feel him push pressure onto your clit and allow yourself to close your eyes. 

“Don’t tell me you never let anyone bend you over a desk and tell you how good it feels to be inside you catholic girl?” he joked. You let out a light moan as  he pushed two fingers inside.

“Your darkest highschool secret.Come on, tell me.” You can feel his breath hitch as you lightly move your hips, changing your position on his fingers. 

“I-I wanted my history teacher.” you breathe. You had no idea why you revealed that.

“Good girl….tell me more.”

“I’d pull my skirt up so  he could see, then I’d bend over and pick up books, or lean all the way over a desk to help a classmate, anything I could do to get his attention.” Once you started talking you couldn’t stop.You wanted to tell him every filthy thing you had ever done or even thought of. 

“Mmmm he made you wet didn’t he baby?” you shut your eyes even tighter not wanting to see his face, for fear of his reaction. A highschool teacher as a student’s first real crush isn’t out of the ordinary but he had a way of bringing out your dirtiest thoughts. 

“Yes.” you allowed out in a shaky breath. He pumped his hands faster into you.

“But you’ve done dirtier things than that right babygirl?” he asks. Fuck .Why did he have to call you baby girl? He knew that was a weakness, and clearly he didn’t intend on taking it easy on you anytime soon. 

“In class” you whisper “I stayed after to finish a test once.” your breathing is becoming ragged, he has to know you don’t have much longer before his hand sends you over the edge. 

“And what happened?” he asks gently near your ear, the smoothness of his voice now, contrasting with the force he is using to fuck his hands into you. 

“I knew he liked me, he couldn’t say it but, he did.”

“So you teased him.” he pushes his fingers into you, sending you over the edge. Your head drops back between your shoulder blades and you open your eyes, to look at him as you moan your way through your orgasm. Looking up at him as innocently as possible.He gets up from the edge of the bed, running a hand through his hair. You somehow manage to recover, as he moves toward you, setting you up father onto the mattress. He places the pad of his thumb at the top of your bottom lip, running it over the puffy, pink skin of your pout.

“You’re such a beautiful little fuck doll.”he moans , pushing his thumb inside your mouth, you suck on it, submissively. You hear him undoing his pants with his other hand, and soon he’s on top of you, covering your body with his. The skin-to-skin contact is deliciously fulfilling and you want to feel every inch of him over you.

“Open your legs for me princess.” he commands but,your head is swimming with adrenaline and you barely hear him. 

“Don’t make me ask twice, baby.” He says, forcing your knees apart, opening you up wide for him to see. You feel the heat of him next to your opening and roll your hips, trying to get him into you but,he doesn’t allow you to satisfaction. Instead, he leans in, kissing you deeply, exploring your mouth. You watch as he pulls back,your lips graze his adam’s apple slowly kissing down his lightly stubbled neck. Suddenly, you feel his lips close to your ear and he begins questioning you again.

“I like that you’re a good girl.”he says calmly “ But,I know your mind is dirty…...tell me what you really did.”he commands.

“I - I -” he cuts you off from even being able to answer by pushing himself into you, filling you up and causing an involuntary moan to escape your lips. He smiled down at you but,didn’t move his hips. He allows you time to adjust to him, when your breathing steadies, you try to talk again.

“My friend had told me that her boyfriend had fingered her at the movies,I wasn’t really interested in the story but, she did say that it felt good, and I guess I was intrigued or something I don’t know.” He pushed into you slowly, and you could see the  darkness in his eyes. He was revelling in the story,turned on by both your honesty and innocence. 

“I don’t know why, I just couldn’t stay focused on my test.” you tried to return your mind to the story but, you were so enraptured by the pressure he was creating in your body you could barely focus. 

“So I finished the test.” you continued “ and then I just I guess I started day dreaming or something.I don't know-” You trailed off, bucking your hips again, and he moves a hand down to stop you from fucking him, possibly even from making him cum. Every one of his exhales seemed to accompany a moan now and you loved how this was all affecting him. You could tell how incredibly turned on he was and it only worked to make you want to fuck him more. 

“When he came back in the room, my test was finished on my desk but, my hand was down my skirt, and I was moaning out his name.” He started thrusting now, quickly moving from a light pace to a hard pumping into you. “My legs were spread wide, and I remember just cumming all over my fingers.” your voice was becoming ragged now,but you continued. 

“Something about him catching me, and knowing he could see my hand in my underwear peeking out from under my skirt.”you sigh. Quickly, he pulls off out of you, rolling you over and positioning you on all fours. This was new, you had never been opposed to doggy-style but, the good-evangelical texas christian boy he was raised as did have an obvious love for the missionary position.You were jerked out of this realization by his pulling of your hair.He lowers his mouth next to your ear “finish telling me the story.”he commands.

“I don’t remember anything else.” you say trying so hard to balance enough to rub yourself into your next orgasm. He smacks his hips into you, pulling you up even further saying “Good girls don’t lie.You get fucked when you tell the truth.” he whispers. Slowing his pace in you.You feel so frustrated by him denying you your right to orgasm and you start raising your voice at him. 

“I- I liked it.” you divulge “ I didn’t stop when he walked in on me. I wanted him to see, to catch me. It made me so fucking hot, because…… because he didn’t look away.” you exhale roughly. He picks up his pace again, really fucking into you.Grunting hard as he digs his nails into your hips. 

“He liked it babygirl.” he moans out “He loved seeing you in that skirt as much as I do.” he moaned again as, you push your hips back to meet him and he moans again,moving one arm to push your head down,as he fucks into you more forcefully than he ever has before. 

“Fuck Em-”he breathes, right before pluging himself into you. You can feel the coil snap in you,as he fills you with his cum.You become aware of how hard you had been holding onto the bed sheets and how your eyes had blissfully rolled to the back of your head, and caused your entire body to relax. It was amazing how he could do that.The two of you laid there for a few moments just panting in the silence.Eventually, he pulled himself out of you receding to the bathroom, you hear him turn on the faucet, water rushing, turning off the faucet he lightly pads his way back into the room. You had managed to roll over but not change much in appearance.He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into him, interlacing the fingers on his opposite hand with yours.

“What’s on your mind Cordell Walker? “ you asked from a sleepy haze. He was quiet for a moment before answering, letting the silence sit as you drifted off further. 

“ I just really like that skirt.” You can hear him

Smiling to himself.  You brush a finger over his thumb to let him know you’re still awake and that he won’t get off easily, without something deeper than the skirt inspiring the incredible sexual connections you had both experienced. Your mind danced with the silence again. It was the sound of his heartbeat that brought you back to earth, to Texas, to the bed with him. He speaks quietly, his tone just above a whisper,

“ I’m sorry I didn’t use a condom. I know that’s not our thing.” The uncertainty of his voice shocked you “ I just -I wanted to try-“ 

“ I liked it .” You say cutting him off cheerfully without opening your eyes. 

“ Good.” Silence blankets the room again. “ I just don’t want you to think I’m trying to rush the kids' thing. I know we said we’d revisit it once we moved in together.But, if you’re not ready. I don’t see any reason to push it.”

“Well” you said rolling over, “we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.I just hope we don’t have a girl.”You sigh.You can feel his chuckle radiate through your body. 

“Well the one thing I do know is she will not go to catholic school.” he joked.You burst into laughter. You were right, he didn’t stand a chance.

“Catholic school creates sluts,what can I say?”you smile to yourself,snuggling in.

“I didn’t say that.” He smiles. You run your hand down his forearm,feeling the strength in his arms as your fingertips trace the vanes mapped out across his limb.” It was late, and moving in,during a Texas summer had been almost unbearable.This was the moment you had finally allowed yourself to rest, and being curled up next to him you felt safe enough to drift off to sleep. Into a world where you and Cordell Walker had a daughter, that would be some world.She’d be gorgeous just like her father of course.Probably as headstrong and emotional too. You had always pictured yourself having a boy though. 

No matter what the two of you eventually ended up with, it was clear he would be an amazing dad. You fell asleep smiling to yourself, knowing that as long as the two of you had each other, everything would be alright. Moving in, may have been the best thing the two of you had ever done.

#walker #jaredpadelcki #jarpad #walker texas ranger #jared padalecki x you #jared padalecki x reader #spn smut #walker texas ranger smut #cordell walker #cordell x emily #cordell #walker smut #walker x reader #walker x you #duke #walker imagine #jared padalecki imagine #smut

[negans-lucille-tblr]

2021 Walker Bingo Masterlist

Brown - Posted // Yellow - Written

Looking forward to the first year of Walker Bingo!!

< Walker Masterlist

Free Space - Rider (Duke x Reader)

Yee-Haw - Serious (Cordell x Reader) - coming soon

Make-up Sex - The Cowboy (Jensen x Jared)

Only One Bed - Only One Bed (Jared x Violet)

Country Backroads - Ride (dark!Cordell x Reader)

#Walker bingo #2021 walker bingo #walker-bingo #masterlist #duke x reader #cordell x reader #smut #angst #fluff

[walker-extended-universe]

AU nobody asked for: Instead of Twyla, “Duke” hooks up with a random person on the rodeo circuit and thinks nothing of it because the chances of running into them after the job is over is astronomcally low.

And then they unknowingly get a job at the Side Step.

Possible reader x Cordell concept

#walker #fanfic #cordell walker #cordell x reader #concept

[kickingitwithkirk]

When the past won't let go

Summary: Sometimes there’s more to the story

Pairing: Cordell Walker x Reader

Word Count: 2511

Warnings: cursing, past memories, angst, personal conflict, mentions of death, revealing secrets

Square Filled: Forbidden Relationship @walker-bingo

A/N: This segment is told from Walker's POV

A/N II: part six of Duke x Reader/Cordell x Reader series of drabbles and stories for this bingo.

*Set between 2.05 Partners and Third Wheels & 2.06 Douglass Fir

*divider by @firefly-graphics

*no beta-all mistakes are mine

Walker

“Agent Graves knew Stan Morrison killed your wife...”

Those eight words turned my heart inside out again.

It was a good thing Micki showed up at that moment, she took one look and ordered me to take a walk before I lost my shit and hospital security got called. 

I ended up in one of the city's parks heading down a hiking trail that thankfully wasn’t busy this time of day came to an outcropping near the river, sat down, and took off my hat, letting it dangle between my legs, going back over that year.

The pain was followed by excessive drinking and extended workload, using both to numb me, barely going through the motions of life without actually being in it till the accident at home and decided it was best for all to leave, going undercover on Operation: Watch The Throne. 

After months of trying to make inroads, those two women came; Twyla Jean, who got me into the Kings through a fake relationship, and Y/N, the mystery piece who made me put in the work to crack open the door she used to keep everyone at bay.  

The one my memories, or is it my heart, refuses to release me from. 

Later Stan’s betrayal was exposed after years of friendship..hell, the man was family, sent us all into a tailspin cumulated with us standing upon that spot forced him to confess after Emily stumbled upon a drug haul he pulled the trigger on the kill shot to save his own skin from Northside Nation. 

All this time, now I’m wondering how many other things I’ve missed.

I peered through the view window to see Micki texting on her phone spotting me taps a finger to her lips, and came out quietly shutting the door.

“You cooled off?”

“Yeah, hey, thank you for giving me some time to sort stuff out.”

“Is it sorted?”

“For now. So did Y/N write anything else about Mannon?”

“She wrote down a few places he might be hiding but so far, no sign he’s been to any of them. The doctor came by and said she’ll be out tomorrow. I let Cap know and he’s arranging a safe house.”

“Okay, good.”

“So, you wanna tell me about it?”

“No.”

Micki’s eyebrow arched, “since when?”

I spy James coming down the hall, “how about not right now.” 

“I’ll hold you to that.”

“Hold him to what?” James asked, “Cap, we all set?” Micki deflected.

“Everything’s set but I’d rather finish this discussion a little more privately,” he opens the door for her to enter first, “I called in a couple of favors and got the safe house in Buffalo.”

“That’s not in our jurisdiction,” Micki says and James lowers his voice, “I did some digging. It’s not been substantiated but it’s looking like Mannon may not only have informants in Austin but other law enforcement agencies, so we need to fly under the radar on this.”

“You’re thinking Graves is on the leaks?” 

“I could’ve told you that,” a scratchy voice answered.

“You’re supposed to be writing, not talking.” I sternly say and you give me that particular look hear James stifle a laugh before clapping my shoulder, “good luck with that.”

Next morning 

The nurse had finished going over discharge instructions when James dropped by with the safehouse details and informed us that the landlord had taken what Y/N had of value as payment for damages and tossed everything else. 

“My bag, y’all happen to confiscate it?” James shook his head, “I’m sorry, we didn’t find it.”

“What happened to the clothes I had on?”

“They had to cut your uniform off and you were barefoot.”

“Leave it to that sonuvabitch to take my last sixty-five bucks.” Y/N croaked out.

“I’ve already signed off on a purchase voucher for what you’ll need,” James said, “I’ll reach out to some contacts who can help with getting you back on your feet once we have Mannon in custody.”

Tugging at the robe-covered hospital gown, “wonder if they’ll let me keep this lovely ensemble, maybe get some of those awesome slippers to match since I don’t have a-pot to piss in.”

She broke off coughing and I grabbed the water cup, “that’s what you get for talking too much,” sticking the straw between her lips. “You can borrow my stuff till we get you some.”

“I’m no charity case, Ranger Walker,”  Y/N mumbled around the straw.

“Never thought you were.” 

Buffalo, TX

“Well, this is quaint.” 

Micki’s sarcasm wasn’t far off. 

The safe house turned out to be an older one-bedroom, one-bath ranch in the middle of nowhere with a pull-out and doorways I have to duck through.

“At least we got a clear view of the perimeter.”

“For once I’m happy it’s winter, makes it harder for anyone to hide, even in camo,” Micki commented. “We’ll still need to periodically check around that corpse of trees, looked pretty thick when we pulled in.”

“Let’s hope Mannon hasn’t caught on to our ruse and is following the decoy to Fredericksburg.” 

Micki opened the fridge, “whoever set this up didn’t leave much, I better do a supply run.”

“Why you?”

“Cause an almost 6’5” Sasquatch in Ranger clothes isn’t gonna stand out?”

“Good point. Head out-of-town so locals stay in the dark.”

“I’ll change and go to Palestine or Mexia,”  Micki grabs her bag and goes into the bedroom leaving the door cracked, “gotta feeling we'll be stuck here for a while, so I’ll double up on the groceries, especially with how much you pack away.” 

“Funny, where’s Y/N?”

Micki walked out slipping on her jacket and crossing her arms, “locked herself in the bath muttering something about preferring the hoosgow then stuck in an ace in the hole with a tenderfoot and blatherskite. She’s got quite the mouth on her.”

“Y/N tends to be colorful when stressed.”

 “What’s she like normally?”

“Sarcasm on a shingle.” Y/N sarcastically quips.

My breath hitched seeing you in my flannel and faded jeans, the type so worn in they’re almost too comfortable to take off, accentuating your curves that’ve haunted my dreams spot toes peeking out under the rolled cuffs.

“What’re you grinning at?”

“You ahh, you still wear that purple polish.”

“Right. I’m gonna get going,” I felt Micki’s scrutiny, mouthing behave, making mine downturn in response.

“I see Ramirez doesn’t tolerate any of your bullshine either.” 

Not giving me a chance to respond, you walk off to the cupboard finding the extra set of bedding and pillows come back, cocking your head for me to move.

“What’re you doing?”

“Making up the pullout.”

“Okay, but you’re not sleeping out here.”

“Why?”

“What’d ya mean why? You’re doubling up with Micki..”

“You two can double up in this dice house, I’m parking it out here!”

“The hell you are! Look, your ex has proven he can slip in and out of places undetected so until he’s in custody, we’re going to need to keep you within eyesight 24/7.”

“Ranger Walker, does that mean you’re personally gonna join me in the bath and scrub my back?”

“I..you..you know that’s not what I meant!”

“I’m not going to argue this one,” your voice is wearing out from overuse, “Y/N you probably aren't gonna believe me but I understand what a traumatic..”

“How am I supposed to believe anything coming from that mouth of yours?” Shit, the sheer vitriol in your voice.

 “I know this is my only chance at earning any trust from you again, and I‘m gonna be one hundred percent open and honest.” Sitting down I looked up at her with no filters, “remember me telling you about my wife?”

“You said she died in an accident.”

“Her name was Emily. The last time I saw her, she and a friend headed for the border, restocking supply stations. She called..she was so scared then I heard gunshots..I tried calling her back but I knew.”  

Fuck, feel like I’m gonna choke on my tongue.

“After the funeral, I buried myself in the job and the bottle. Finally, my family, James, and Stan Morrison did an intervention. I couldn’t be there anymore so I told them I was taking the undercover job outta town..and lost myself in those months. ”

I wasn’t expecting you to sit down next to me, let alone place your hand on my leg, and took the risk of placing my hand on top of yours.

“I’ve made a lot of mistakes and have no right but I am asking you to give me, Cordell Walker, a chance to prove you can trust me.”

Days later

“How much more time does she need?” Micki snapped.

Y/N’s indecisiveness was wearing on all our nerves, seriously thinking of hitting that bottle I’d snuck in. 

Of course, it didn’t help this morning Micki decided to try talking, okay, she tried some psychoanalysis learned from Adrianna, leading to one helluva blowout that had me physically hauling Y/N outside like a sack of taters. 

Glancing away from you angrily pacing outside to an equally angry Micki, “as long as she needs. Look, we’re all tired and cranky..”

 “You think?” 

“We can’t push..”

“.. then implement those charms of yours Beau so we can..”

“Wrap this up and move on to the next case?” 

We both startled not hearing you come in, “gee, wish it was that easy for me, I’d love to be able to move on from this.”

“You’ve had ample opportunity to tell anyone in law enforcement..”

“If I had, I'd been dead a long time ago.”

“What?” 

“There’s a shitload more to this than you’ve been told.” 

“Walker, grab that bottle I know you’ve got, and let’s all get real comfortable,” Micki retrieved three cups and sat down.

“I don’t wanna discuss my personal goings-on so let’s start with what brought him here.” Y/N threw back her drink, “ya know why I ditched my real name?” 

“Your file wasn’t clear.”

“Because I wouldn’t play their reindeer games.” Not entirely sure where she was going and Micki appeared as puzzled as me. “Wait, you two really don’t know who my family are?”

“No.”

“Daddy got his start by helping certain elected individuals with their less-than-legal activities. In appreciation, they made him Senator Y/D/L/N.”

“One of the Senators who confirms PSC appointments,” Micki states, and I add, “PSC oversees DPS,” some more pieces click, “he found out about Stan’s illegal activities.”

Y/N tapped the side of her nose.

 “The mysterious appearance of pension funds also blipped on the Secret Services financial investigations radar but they didn’t have enough tangible evidence against Morrison.  It was sheer coincidence Eric was sent at the same time the Kings started robbing banks.” 

“The Kings started a few months before Walker went undercover.”

“No, they’d started small a few years ago, Clint wanted it down to a T before moving on to bigger game, that was Eric’s in. He came up with partnering with Northside; in exchange for laundering the money, they’d make a delivery or pickup while on the circuit, that’s how Clint, Crystal, and Jaxon got misdemeanor drug charges. When Twerp came in, Clint persuaded her into giving Northside banking information on the businesses they were interested in, like The Side Step and Carlos Mendoza's family businesses.”  

“Wow, gotta give it to Graves,” Micki interjects, “she’s better at burying shit than I’d given her credit for.” 

Y/N gave me a curious look, “you didn’t know any of this?”

“No, but it makes sense, what Stan said, this can’t go on. I thought it was my screwing up at home but I was already getting too close before going under, why he hoped that the Rodeo Kings would end me.”

“Just like Clint, might’ve called you family but didn’t stop him from turning if he thought you were a threat.”

Micki pointedly glares at Y/N, “and you blithely went along with them, not caring who got hurt..” 

Y/N shot outta her seat and disappeared outside.

Shit! 

I sat down next to Y/N and leaned back against the same corps trees that half circled a small pond hand her one of the mugs I’d brought. 

“Been out here awhile, thought you might need a warm-up.” She took a sip and smiled, “you’ve never forgotten what I like since that first time you offered me coffee.”

“My daddy told me before I got married, ‘son, the key to a happy marriage is never forget what a woman likes to drink’.”

Y/N sighed, “Clint always was crazier than a Kiowa Paint Mare, somewhere along the way, he got twisted. I never believed he’d take things that far, or hurt your family as he did.”

 “How’d you..”

“Trevor. He told me everything but your real name.”

“Clint blamed me for Crystal, for what happened that day, wanted me to understand what it was to suffer. If Trevor hadn’t interfered, I’da killed him with my bare hands.” 

“Then you’d have become him.”

“Hmph, I’ve been on the edge of that precipice more than once.” “But you didn’t jump,” she said, “your Jimmy Cricket didn’t let you.”

“Let your conscience be your guide Jimmy Cricket?”

“No, don’t know what else to call it. That something that stops you from stepping off the ledge of not coming back,” she shrugged.

“For me, it’s my family. No matter how hard it gets, they never gave up on me.”

Y/N starts playing with the chain for my dog tags, making the rational part of my brain holler at me this is wrong, she’s under my protection and off limits.

Irrational desire flames in me as her feathery touch makes my skin tingles, accept the invitation of tasting her sweet lips.

A hand covering my mouth instinctively made me grab their arm.

“Walker, it’s me,” Y/N whispered before removing her hand, “stay quiet, there are people moving around outside.”

“How many?”

“Not sure but I saw three night-sights.”

Shit, not good hear Micki stirring, “hey, we’ve got company.”

***

“Slow down but don’t stop,” I reach for my duffel from the floorboard.

“Walker, whatever you’re thinking, don’t.”

“Stick to the plan..”

“..you bailing out of a moving vehicle wasn’t..”

“He’s right,” Y/N grabs hers, “sticking together gonna get you killed. I’ll split, you two can say it was during the firefight and..”

“..I’m coming with you..”

 “..the hell you are..”

“..you are in my custody and my responsibility. Micki, got any extra cash on you?” 

I rifled through the wallet she tossed me, “get Liam to discretely look into Graves’s recent activities, got a feeling Mannon’s sudden appearance wasn’t random, and tell James I’ll be in contact in a few days.”

“Walker..”

“I know. Be careful Flor, we don’t know who to trust inside the circle anymore.” 

Glancing in the rearview mirror, “on three.”

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End of the Line

Summary: just what the title says

Pairing: Duke x You/Cordell x You

Word Count: 1215

Warnings: cursing, being arresting and interrogated

Square Filled: Coercion for @walker-bingo​

A/N: part four of  a connected Duke x Reader/Cordell x Reader series of drabbles and stories for this bingo.

*no beta-all mistakes are mine

*gif not mine

You’ve been sitting in this room with only your reflection for company since they brought you in.

You had been on the road for the last two weeks working, not home a half hour when there was banging on your front door and someone shouting “Texas Rangers!” seconds before being kicked open and five of them stormed in, guns drawn, yelling for you to get on the floor.

As one had their gun trained on you another cuffed you, telling you your Miranda rights before hulling you up, placing you in their vehicle and driving to Austin.

After a bunch of legal mumbo jumbo it was clear you were not technically under arrest but the FBI had requested you be held till an agent arrived.

FBI Agent Tessa Graves eventually showed up and the interview went from uncomfortable to downright nasty.

She informs you earlier today the Rodeo Kings pulled their last job.

Crystal’s dead, Clint and Duke are in custody, Jaxon’s in the wind and while they have nothing concrete on Twyla Jean, they know she’s involved and if you want to help yourself...

It’s then your smart ass mouth points out it doesn’t take six goddamn hours to get from ‘tonio to Austin.

Graves takes a few more jabs, trying to get you to confess to the nothing you know about the robbery and threatening jail time.

You tell her where she can step off and she storms out in a huff, leaving you sweating it out some more.

Sometime later the door opened and a man in a Rangers uniform entered with a cup carrier in one hand and several files tucked under his arm. He smiles at you, different from that self centered FBI asshole and you feel your guard get even higher.

“Hello Ms. Y/L/N, I’m Ranger Larry James,” introducing himself as he’s setting the stuff on the table and taking a seat. He pulls one of the disposable cups out, setting it in front of you, “I got this for..”

“I don’t drink coffee, thanks anyways.”

“I know, that’s why I got you Orange Passionfruit Jasmine Green Tea, your favorite I believe.”

“How the hell..”

“I know a lot about you,” he flips open a file, “your real name is Y/N Y/M/N Y/LN, originally from outside Amarillo where your family still ranch. Oh, you haven’t had contact with them in several years, why?”

“None of your damn business!”

“I am here to help you Y/N,” he looks at you with that same sympathetic expression you had received after that night.

Sitting back in your chair you put on your game face, “I’ve heard this line of bullshit before..we want to help you..just give us the information we need..with these other charges we can make them go away for a long time..they’ll never hurt you again.” You watch him as he absorbs what you’ve said and when he starts to speak again.

“So I’m gonna tell you, Ranger Larry James, the same goddamn thing I’ve repeatedly told everyone. I knew nothing about what he was into until that night and just because I hung with the Kings, doesn’t mean I was in on planning, executing or whatever else they did in those bank robberies. And the money they stole, no fucking clue where it ended up. So either find something to charge me with or let me go cause you're wasting both of our time.”

Something makes him glance towards the one way mirror before continuing questioning you, then a knock on the door and another Ranger enters handing him a message. “Looks like the FBI’s revoked their hold request due to insufficient evidence.”

“Fandamntastic, does that mean you’re letting me go too or is there something else you guys gonna pull out of your asses and harass me about?”

“No, I’m sure we have nothing else in our asses Ms. Y/L/N, I’ll get the sign off on your release and you can go.”

“So tell me something..how am I getting home? Y’all dragged me out with nothing, not even my phone.”

“I’ll make arrangements for another Ranger to drive you home Ms.” He picked up the files and got up to leave, “Ranger James?”

He paused looking at you, “thank you for the tea. You’ve been the only nice person to me today, I’m sorry I was such a bitch to you.”

He smiled, “Thank you for apologizing, I didn’t take it personally, you’ve been through a lot and you are welcome. Let me see about getting you outta here.”

“Umm..can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Is there any way I could see Duke Culpepper before I go?”

“I’m sorry Ms. Y/L/N, he’s already been moved to another facility.”

***

James had barely closed the door when Walker, still dressed in his black robbery clothes, stepped out from the other room, “What’re you still doing here? I told you to go home and let me handle it.”

“What the hell James? She has nothing to do..”

James grabbed his sweatshirt clad arm and hauled him back into an empty room, “This was all Graves doing, she still believes you’re hiding the money and..”

“What was that they’ll never hurt you again about?”

“Cordell, let this go.”

“No,” he moved over to the window watching her sipping on the tea he told his partner to use as a peace offering, “I made her trust me! She’s the one person I..you either tell me or I’m going in there myself.”

“Her ex was a King back when they first started, he did some money laundering, had an arrangement with Northside. One night he split with around 100k of the money and tried to get her to go with him. They found out..it didn’t end well.”

“What’d you mean didn’t end well?” He didn’t answer, “James, tell me!”

“I..you're already on the edge man,” holding out his hand James reluctantly gave him the file sits down while Walker paced around reading, watching his strung out friend and partners hands shake before the papers scattered on the floor as he heavily dropped into the other chair.

“DEA got the pendejos bragging about it on a wire tap, passed the info to the FBI and they’ve sat on it since the ex disappeared off the radar. When we first caught wind of the Kings they contacted us about sending someone undercover, figuring we’d have better luck of not only getting them but her to help in finding the ex.”

“James I..I knew something..the way she acted. I got her to trust me,” Walker pointed to himself in emphasis.

“Cordell, how involved did you get with her?”

“Not like I had to with Twyla Jean but..”

“You got emotionally involved. Damnit, it’s my fault, I shouldn’t have back you taking on this case.”

“How’re my feelings your fault? I’m the one who went undercover..”

“I’m your partner and you’ve been hanging by a thread since Emily. The best thing right now is for you to get outta here and go home to your family and put it behind you.”

Walker looked at her one last time then walked out.

***

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Her

Summary: The next morning after one to many

Pairing: Duke Culpepper x You/Reader

Word Count: 620

Warnings: cursing, guilt over liking another person

Square filled: Scent for @walker-bingo

A/N: part three of Duke x Reader/Cordell x Reader series of drabbles and stories for this bingo.

*no beta-all mistakes are mine

You

You’re woken up by the sounds of Duke moving around the trailer's kitchen. Stretching like a cat you sit up on the couch you’ve slept on, not the most comfortable but it’s not like he would’ve fit, even if, like a gentleman, he offered to take it.

“Morning sleepyhead,” his voice is about as awake as you are with another late night of celebrating at a bar.

Cracking open your eyes you see him standing there leaning against the bar counter separating the rooms with a mug in his large hand grinning at you and..oh holy fuck..bare chested in a pair of low slung black sweatpants and his morning wood visible, “want some coffee?”

***

Duke

Watching her make that face, knowing she doesn’t like coffee makes me laugh, feeling lighter than I have for months but at the same time guilt is eating me, like I’m somehow betraying Emily.

The only good thing that’s come out of this assignment is being around her has lessened the pain of losing the love of my life.

The microwave dings by my elbow and I open it pulling a mug of hot water from it and drip a tea bag a few times carrying it over sitting down on the couch next to her crossed legs.

“Thank you,” her fingers brush mine taken it and sips on her favorite flavored tea as I reach under the couch pulling out a bottle, “some left from last time if you need a pick-me-up..”

“..don’t mention alcohol to me for the next week,” she groans, covering her eyes.

“That’s what you get for betting you could do more shots than some guy who weighed what, 325?”

“Told you I’ve got a hollow leg and who was it that almost crawled out of the bar this morning Cowboy?” She laughed, playfully smacking my arm like Emily sometimes did.

God help me, I love it when she calls me Cowboy, can’t stop thinking back to that night at Annunziata’s. The first time she called me that then started grinding on my thigh. I still get hard from the memory of how good her hand felt wrapped around my cock.

Sitting this close, her warm scent is..I feel my morning chubby getting stiffer, clear my throat pointing to myself can’t resist adding, “at least I don’t snore.”

“What!”

“Y..O..U..” I embellished, “snore when you’re drunk,” I can’t stop laughing at the horrified expression on her face, “not full on trucker, more like a basket full of puppies, it’s kinda cute. Don’t worry, I won’t tell.”

“Thanks, I think. Fuck I need a shower, feel like I’ve gone three rounds with a bulldog.”

“Help yourself.”

She tosses the blanket over my head getting up then felt her abruptly sat back down, “Shit! I left my duffel at the arena office.”

Pulling the blanket off, “I probably have something that’ll fit.”

“I swear if your stuff fits, I’ll kill my self.” Sassygirl says winking heading for the bedroom and closed the door then hear the shower running. I sighed, remembering.

Emily said that shortly after we started dating. We’d been out riding when a thunderstorm kicked up drenching us before getting back to the stables. I was digging around in my dresser looking for something she could change into when she came in from grabbing a shower to warm up wearing nothing but a towel.

Early the next morning, I snuck her out through the kitchens back door in an oversized sweatshirt and a pair of boxers. Stepping back inside I found mama standing there with her arms crossed and an unreadable expression.

“Good thing I know you’ll be marrying that girl or we’d be having a whole different conversation right now.”

I picked the blanket up and shook it, catching a whiff of her scent bring it closer, inhaling deeply.

I’m so far in over my head.

***

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First Time..or so He Thinks

Summery: You can’t keep your eyes off the new guy, Duke Culpepper

Rating: 15+

Pairing: Duke Culpepper x Reader

Tags/Warnings: teasing, ogling, crack, pinch of  cursing

WC: 627

@walker-bingo Square Filled: First Time

A/N:  I was playing around with a few ideas and started writing, next thing I knew I’m creating a connected Duke x Reader/Cordell x Reader series of drabbles and stories for this bingo.

*no beta-all mistakes are mine

***

The first time you saw Duke Culpepper you stopped in your tracks. It’d been a long time since any man had elicited that reaction from you but he was impossible to miss standing 6’5” in his shit kickers and an ass you could bounce a Buffalo nickel off of.

You don’t even mind the old Rangers cap, preferring Football to Baseball.

When you weren't traveling for your job on the circuit, you took any available opportunity to hang around and surreptitiously watch him.

“So you couldn’t give your friends a heads up you’d be back in town?” Crystal calls up waving from the arena floor where she was watching Clint getting in an extra practice session before the Team Roping competition tomorrow night.

You walk across the arena towards her, “Didn’t know myself till this morning,” you called back before razing them, “seems y’all couldn’t sell manure to a fertilizer factory let alone tickets to the circus without little ol’ me.”

“Whooeee, thought I heard you Sassygirl!” Clint hollers coming up from behind picking you up, twirling in circles, kicking up the dust.

He sets you down, swatting your tail end before ducking the swing you throw, yelling jackass and chasing him towards the chutes where Jaxon’s standing there laughing.

Clint barely makes his escape scrambling over the rails, saving him from an ass-whooping but not a ribbing from the crew.

“Hey, how’s the leg?” You ask Jaxon who shrugs, “about the same,” meaning the breaks never gonna heal right. You bump his shoulder understanding, “so what’s up with the new guy?”

He glances up at where Duke and Twyla Jean, whom you refer to as Twerp ‘cause there’s no love lost between you two, are sitting in the stands watching your antics.

Duke’s asking her something and by the face Twerp made, his inquiry was about you. He does that head bob of his at the not so flattering remark you know she’s made.

Not much for subtly she’s leaning towards him laying a tiny hand high up on his thigh and using her obvious charms steers him back to their conversation and bottle of whiskey.

“Couple days after you left the girl decided to introduce herself,” Jaxon’s giving you a look, “beat Clint’s time on that Brahma with the cracked rib and she’s been stuck to him like white on rice since.”

“Really..and his other skill set?”

“Boys a damn good safe-cracker. Course, he could do a helluva lot better than Twyla Jean, that’s if you were interested in more than just staring at his ass.”

“Jaxon..” your tone warns him not to go there.

“Hey,” he holds his hands up signaling peace, “I’m just looking out for you, ‘bout time you got back on the horse Sassy Girl, it’s been three years since..” he trails off at your expression, “unless you’ve changed your mind about all this,” gesturing to himself makes you roll your eyes.

“Ooh yeah baby...you get me so hot and bothered,” exaggeratedly fanning yourself as if you're having the vapors. Jaxon laughs alleviated you’re not the type who wallows in the past.

“I’d better get back to it, some of us have to earn our keep the legitimate way,” you flippantly toss out heading towards the exit alongside the stands.

Glancing up one more time you see Twerp watching Clint and his partner chasing down another steer...but not Duke.

Duke is staring directly at you and from the looks of it, he’s sizing you up.

You stop and stare back as if it's the first time you're sizing him up yourself and on impulse lick your bottom lip given him a lascivious wink. You smile to yourself at the confusion on his face before heading out.

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Come On | Cordell x Reader | 🍆

Make Him Look | Cordell x Reader | 🍆☁️ - Ch1 / Ch2

Rodeo Ride | Duke (Walker) x Reader | 🍆 

Stuffed | Walker x Reader x Trey | 🍆

Asking For Trouble |Cordell x Stella|  🍆🙈

Hush Little Baby |Cordell x Stella| 🍆🌑

Meet the Parents |Cordell x Stella x Trevor| 🍆

Play Your Cards Right |Cordell x Stella x Liam| 🍆

Stockings |Cordell x daughter!Reader| 🍆

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💥crack

☁️fluff

🙈underage

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Duke x Reader/ Cordell x Reader

*First Time/ First Time or so He Thinks

*Yee-Haw/ Big Ten

*Scent/ Her 

*Coercion/ End of the Line

*Stalker/ Stalker and Lies

*Forbidden Relationship/ When the past won’t let go

*Double Penetration / Double Penetration

*Cowboy Hat

*Free Space

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Sam x Reader | 1.1k | Smut | Birthday Surprises, Birthday Sex, Sensory Deprivation, Blindfolds, Vibrators, Oral Sex (F Rec), Multiple Orgasms, Filming Sex, Praise Kink Sam has lined up quite a few surprises for your birthday this year, each one sexier than the last.

Let's Play Pretend

Dean x Sister!Reader | Angst/Smut| currently posting angst, daddy issues, abandonment issues, hurt/comfort, in a sick and twisted way, virgin!Reader, seeking validation, daddy!kink, daddy!dean, incest!kink, drunk kissing | Dubious Consent (Reader is drunk), Sibling Incest, Predatory/Manipulative Dean It’s your eighteenth birthday, your dad promised you he would be back to celebrate with you and Dean, and like an absolute idiot you had believed him. You shouldn’t be surprised, he’d never shown up for things like your birthday before. Maybe it’s time to cut your losses and admit to yourself that he doesn’t really care; you’ll never be good enough for him, or anyone else for that matter.

The Hunter

Sam x Dean (AU, non related) | 3k | Dark / Smut | Non Supernatural AU, Serial Killer AU, FBI AU, Serial Killer!Sam, FBI Agent!Dean, Behavioural Profiler!Dean, Paralytic Drugs, Knife Kink, Blood Kink, Torture, Mutilation, Non Traditional Rape | Murder, Gore, Non Con, MCDSSA Dean Winchester has been on the case of ‘The Hunter’ for months, and he thinks he might finally be closing in on him. Their profile is solid, and it’s just a matter of time before he makes a mistake that gets him caught – right?

The Prey

Sam x Reader | 3k | Dark / Smut | Sequel to The Hunter | Non Supernatural AU, Serial Killer AU, Serial Killer!Sam, Angst, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Revenge, Smut, Blow Job, Deepthroating, Dirty Talk, Hair Pulling, Condoms, Brief Knife Kink | Murder, Gore, MCD SSA Dean Winchester lost his life in pursuit of the serial killer everyone called The Hunter. Now Y/N has vowed to avenge her brother’s death, but will her mission make her The Hunter’s prey, just like her brother had been?

They Don't Make 'Em Like You Anymore

Dean x Reader | 1k | Smut Adjacent | thirsting, fwb, semi-public masturbation (f)

When The Smoke Clears

Wincest x Sister!Reader | 5k | Dark / Smut | Incest, Non Con, Non Con Drug Use, Wincest (brothers and brothers x sister) Somnophilia, Dirty Talk, P in V, Intercrural Sex, Degradation/Humiliation, Cunnilingus, Double Penetration, Anal Fingering, Creampie, Handcuffs, F/F Sex, Coerced Sex, Forced Orgasms, Orgy, Anal Sex, Breeding Kink, Unprotected Sex

Dry Run

Duke (Cordell) x Gina (PlusSize!Reader) | Mini Series | Angst / Smut | currently posting Cordell’s first night as ‘Duke’ for the new undercover mission was meant to be a dry run; a test to see how well he can improv, build up his rep, see how far he can lose himself – but chance produces the perfect pair of legs for him to do it between, and soon he’s in too deep.

Do Your Duty

Soldier Boy x Reader | Mini Series | Dark/Smut | currently posting Dark AF, Virgin!Reader, Naive!Reader, Innocent!Reader, kind of Stockholm Syndrome-y, Cult Brainwashing, Child Marriage, Grooming, Loss of Virginity, Sex Slavery, Sexual Abuse | Underage, Cult Brainwashing Being raised in the Church of the Collective, you’ve had one goal all your life: do your duty as a wife. When the time comes for the Church to choose your husband, you can’t believe you’re lucky enough to be given as a welcoming offer to Soldier Boy, the Church’s newest member.

Calendar Boys

Jensen x Reader | 3k | Smut | Sexy Santa, Calendar Shoot, Awful Christmas Puns, Strip Tease/Lap Dance, Praise Kink, Daddy!Jensen, Daddy Dom / Little Girl, Humiliation, Thumb Sucking, Pussy Spanking, Masturbation (M), Anal Creampie Random Acts is releasing a charity calendar. When Jensen sees his outfit for December, he swears he’s gonna kill Misha; Y/N swears she’s going to kiss him.

Delta Delta Delta

Reader x Literally Fucking Everyone | Dark/Smut | Mini Series | Currently Posting College AU, Greek life, rush week, sorority rushing, fraternity rushing, hazing, Virgin!Reader, Innocent!Reader, loss of virginity, predator/prey, gangbang, cumdump, degradation, punishment | Noncon/Dubcon Danneel and Tiffany are the biggest names on campus. The twins are gorgeous, top of their class, and co-presidents of the Delta Delta Delta sorority chapter at their college. When their little sister Y/N arrives at college, everyone expects her to follow in her older sisters’ footsteps; especially Dee and Tee.

Everything's Bigger In Texas - Part 2

Jared x Reader x Jensen | 2.7k | Smut/Fluff only one bed, high school friends, friends to lovers, size kink, crack, J2 hilarity, boys being competitive, teasing, making out, pre-smut, Jensen’s a voyeur, Jared’s a ‘big boy’ You decide to drive up to Dallas to surprise your old high school buddy, Jared, while he’s there for a convention.

Four Eyes

Jared x Amanda (personalised) | 1k | Fluff | fluff, insecurities, hurt/comfort, glasses are cute, college party, minor intoxication, first kiss Jared reveals a secret while he and Amanda get ready for a frat party.

Fuck You

Jared x Jensen | 7k | Mini Series | Angst season one, early days, prank wars, idiots to lovers, Jensen’s a bit of an asshole but he means well, angsty, that one major fight they had, happy ending Jared and Jensen hit it off from day one. They were more than best friends, they were like brothers, just like Sam and Dean – and everyone loved reminding them of that.

I Knew It

Jared x Amanda (Personalised) | 1k | Fluff fluff, date night, picnic Jared’s a doofus, but that’s why Amanda loves him.

No Competition

Jared x Reader (Jensen's Sister) / dark!Jensen x sister!Reader | 1.2k | Dark, Smut, Crack Dom!Jensen,Sub!Reader, Dark!Jensen, BDSM play, filming sex, blindfolds, restraints,  this is a fucked up scenario my dudes | Dub-con/Non-con (depends how you look at it), Incest, Physical Assault Jared is dating Jensen’s little sister. He needs some bedroom related advice, but he can’t ask Jensen, that’s just inappropriate.

Pussyzilla

Danneel Harris x Jared Padalecki / Danneel Harris x Female!Reader | Mini Series | 11k | Smut/Dark-ish Age Difference, College!Reader, Female!Reader, Lesbian!Reader, Memorial Day weekend, family barbecue, complaints about exes, unsatisfactory sex life, M/F sex, reverse cowgirl, vanilla sex,  domme!Danneel, sub!Reader, voyeurism, exhibitionism, female masturbation, orgasms, Restraints, Filming Sex, Oral Sex, Fingering, Cum Play, Strap On, Vibrator, Overstimulation, Power Play, Dirty Talk, Mommy Kink | Infidelity, Dub Con, Non-negotiated Kinks, Filming without knowledge/consent, Manipulation / Blackmail Y/N goes to visit her friend Edie for the long weekend and her annual Memorial Day barbecue. Edie usually hates bringing friends over because they inevitably get a crush on her dad, Jared, but Y/N is gay, so she doesn’t have anything to worry about this time. Unluckily for Edie, her dad has a new girlfriend – and Danneel is exactly Y/N’s type. 

Who's Your Daddy

Dom!Jensen x Sub!Reader x Switch!Jared | 4.2k | Smut | Dom!Jensen, Switch!Jared, Sub!Reader, BDSM lifestyle, collaring, Jensen is definitely too intimidating / presumptive but Y/N is into it so it works out haha, oral sex (m rec), Deepthroating, spanking (with belt), praise kink Y/N’s shift at the Painted Palm Bar takes an unexpected turn when some customers want her to serve them something a little different.

Wife Swap

Jared x Danneel / Jensen x Genevieve (+J2 / Jenneel / Jarevieve) | 4.9k | Smut dom /sub, bondage, daddy kink, bratty sub, humiliation, punishment, cuckolding, girls night, gossip, talk about sex lives, couple swap, simulated somnophilia, knife kink, death threats, ravishment, doggy style, hair pulling, name calling, begging | Non Con Role Play Jared and Jensen both have wonderful marriages and incredible sex lives, which is helped by the fact that their wives are happy to let them continue their clandestine relationship with each other on the side. When Danneel and Genevieve start gossipping during a girls night while their husbands are at a convention, it’s revealed that there’s something lacking in their sex lives that their own husbands haven’t been able to provide… but each other’s might just do the trick.

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Stalker and Lies

Summary: Eleven months after the Rodeo Kings demise Walker comes face to face with someone he left behind

Pairing: Cordell Walker x Reader

Word Count: 2330

Warnings: kidnapping, non/con drugging, cursing, hospitalization

A/N: part five of Duke x Reader/Cordell x Reader series of drabbles and stories for this bingo.

Square Filled: @walker-bingo -Stalker

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“Y/N,” I heard the diner’s manager call out, “I need you to work Becca’s shift next week too,” and without waiting for a response disappears into his office.

My shoulders slump as I clocked out and walked across the truck stop's concrete drive pausing at the curb to check the traffic before proceeding across the other side of a dual carriageway to the crosstown bus stop. Sitting down on the hard bench I look up at the twinkling stars.

Normally the shift I worked was six am to six pm but with one of the waitresses off and the last hired, I got stuck covering her shift. I hated this shift, having to walk a half mile from the bus stop to that piece of shit trailer I was renting in the still dark predawn hours.

Flashing lights pull me from my musings and climbing the steps I swipe my bus pass being greeted by Ricardo, the diver I’d gotten to know since there’s only a handful of swing shift people this time of the morning. He comments on how tired I appear and said he’d make sure to wake me at my stop.

Thanking him I took a seat and use my bag as a makeshift pillow lean against the window not noticing a man dressed in dark clothes and ball cap, who’s been sitting in the exact same seat this last week, intently watching me.

Forty minutes later I drag up the rickety steps in front of the trailer fiddling with the front door lock that always sticks when a movement in my peripheral makes me turn.

“Did James tell you what was going on?” Cordell Walker inquired holding the door open for his partner Micki Ramiriz at the Rangers headquarters, “nope, Captain's text just said come to the conference room ASAP.”

They approached the open door when Micki abruptly stopped, “meirda.”

Walker's eyebrows went up in surprise. He rarely heard his partner curse, she usually preferred to express herself succinctly. Peering over her head he saw who made her do it.

Walker grunted, “I’d a went with hijo de puta but yours works too.” Micki gave him a look before entering.

“Agent Graves, to what do we owe the honor of your presents..again?” Cordell asked, barely this side of courteous.

“Ranger Walker, I’d like to say it’s a pleasure seeing you too but we both know that’s a lie. I’m here because once again I have to clean up your leftover mess from the Rodeo King’s case.”

“There’s no mess left to clean up! Clints dead, Jaxon and Twyla are in jail, and you got the missing 300k back!”

“Only took you how long to return the money again?” Graves sarcastically asked, “a little birdie tells me you’ve visited sweet, sweet, Twyla Jean. Too bad you’re gonna have to wait another what..three years before continuing your friends with benefits partnership.”

Walker drew back flattening his lips, barely holding his temper and before he could say something stupid his brother interrupted.

“This meeting has to do with the King’s member that bolted before we were brought in on the case.” Liam typed on a keyboard turning on the monitor.

“Eric Mannon,” a photo and list of stats popped up, “was Jaxon's original calf roping partner and the King's money launderer. What the group didn’t know was he also ran drugs for Northside Nation, something the FBI,” Liam gave Graves a hard look, “didn’t feel the need to share before we sent you undercover Cordi. Turns out Mannon actually disappeared with around a quarter million in cash and drugs, double crossing the King’s, Northside and Serano.”

He tapped the keys changing the screen's display to a woman Walker was familiar with, “when they found out, they paid a friendly visit to Clint first. In order to save his own sorry ass, he convinced them Y/N Y/L/N was in on it.” Liam paused, finger hovering.

“Are you going to finish the presentation, or do I have to?” Agent Graves snipped.

Liam took a breath and pressed a button, carefully gaging his brother's reaction to the display of graphic photos showing the aftermath of what the members had done, “the only reason they left her alive was to send a clear message of what happens if you double cross them.”

Captain James cleared his throat, “Mannon resurfaced around two weeks ago and has been following her, so the FBI put Ms. Y/L/N under 24/7 surveillance.” He pulls up a montage of surveillance videos with multiple timestamps showing her completely unaware she was being stalked by her ex.

“Our live feed captured this earlier this morning of him finally making contact.” Graves says as the footage showed you coming into frame, fussing with a door lock suddenly aware of someone in dark clothing approaching, then slammed into the flimsy door knocking it open and falling, instinctively turning to fight back before a cloth is forced over your face.

Micki pursed her lips crossing her arms addresses Graves, “if that’s what you call making contact, I'd like to know what you consider assault, battery and kidnapping.”

Captain James jumped in before Graves could respond, “since I was made aware of this attack, which technically happened in our jurisdiction, I immediately dispatched our people. So far, they’ve reported the only movement inside the trailer has been his.”

“How are we playing this Captain, we are waiting for his next move or raiding the place?” Walker tersely asked.

“I’d normally prefer to negotiate first but we have no idea what’s happening in there and since Mannon has been able to evade capture by the FBI, we’re going to do a raid.” Walker and Ramirez start to leave to gear up.

“However, you and Ramirez will not be participating.” They start to protest when Liam interrupts.

“You’re not going in because we have that other issue..Northside,” the partners exchange a look, “they regularly patrol the trailer park keeping tabs on her and your face is too well known among them Cordi. As soon as they’ve done their sweep, we’re moving in.”

“That’ll be the easy part. The trickier piece will be getting Y/L/N to cooperate, she’s proven to be able to see right through our tactics.” Graves turned to Walker, “that’s where you come in. You made inroads with her before, I want you to exploit that connection and..”

“Y/N trusted Duke and he’s dead!” Cordell snapped, “what the hell makes you think she’d trust me,” pointing to himself.

Graves moved to stand directly in front of Walker, “you’ve proven you have no problem implementing certain charms when needed to get the job done. Y/L/N has been sitting on some information we’ve needed for too damn long...”

“..I already know what she’s gonna say, I’m just another asshole who’s using her for their own gains..”

“..then you’re gonna have to get creative, do whatever it takes to get her to cooperate. And from what I saw on that bar video, Y/L/N has a healthy appreciation for your charms.”

Micki lowered her binoculars to watch her partner sitting next to her fidgeting, wearing that expression she’d come to know meant he wanted to hit something, person or object, didn’t matter at that moment, in frustration.

“So how did Y/L/N develop a healthy appreciation for your..”

Walker shifted, clearing his throat, “nothing worth telling.”

“And the bar video?”

“That was Graves trying to get under my skin!”

Micki knew him well enough to know when to call him on his BS.

“You want to try again Beau.”

Walker sighed at his partner's spot-on observations.

“Y/N was the one piece I couldn’t, hell, still can’t, figure out.” He thought back on how she’d been such an intricate part of King's inner circle but never actually in on the jobs.

He was about to say anything to change the subject when there was a loud double bang and they saw the other Rangers entering the trailer.

“Saved by the flash grenade,” Walker quips as they exit Micki’s truck drawing their weapons, making sure the perimeter is still clear heading for the trailer when a man suddenly appeared from under the trailer and took off as shouting came over their radios suspect escaping.

Walker signals Ramirez to stay and with three other Rangers gave chase.

***

Several minutes later the group returned minus Mannon.

Micki had that knowing look, “he gave you the slip?”

“He’s gotta be working with someone cause there’s no way he could’ve..”

“Uh huh, come on, Captain James is waiting.”

As they enter, Walker notices the trailers sparsely furnished and it's as cold inside as outside with the unusual Texas winter. Captain James nodded in acknowledgement finishing up with another Ranger.

“So, here’s what we know. Mannon got out through a trap door hidden under the carpeting in a closet, looks like it’s been there for a while, most likely for drug smuggling since this place has a history of busts. The paramedics said they’ve found needle marks and are having a hard time rousing Y/L/N, her blood pressures abnormally low with whatever he used, EMT’s are still working to stabilize her for transport.”

Micki started going over the bagged evidence on a kitchen counter, already photographed and tagged, with another Ranger.

Walker's attention was drawn elsewhere.

He moved around the kitchen finding the refrigerator wasn’t working and rummaging through cupboards found only a few cans of an off-brand soup.

The sounds of the shouting for help caught everyone’s attention then the gurney’s coming out with a couple Rangers helping maneuver it with one of the EMT’s riding on it is doing CPR.

As they rushed past Walker catches a glimpse of her and felt like he’d been gut punched.

St. David’s Hospital South Austin

Medical Center

Cordell got up to stretch his overlong legs for the umptieth time.

Micki had left to check in at Ranger headquarters on how the investigation was going and pick up something to eat, neither were in mood but they'd been there almost twelve hours.

He stopped watching the machine helping her breath and monitors displaying her heartbeat, once again steadily beating, thankful the lab was finally able to figure out what she’d been injected with and given a counteracting agent.

At the same time, he was madder than a wet polecat with the current federal administration's open border policies; the unending flow of such drugs into the country, despite the best efforts of local and state law enforcement agencies to stem it, allowing Cartels and dealers to further expand their illegal activities.

The monitor's steady beeping suddenly accelerated, and Cordell turned to see a pair of very familiar-colored eyes staring at him. He opened his mouth to speak when the door opened and a nurse rushed in.

Walkers shoved out of the room and the next few minutes a whirl as the attending doctor checks her over. He calls Captain James to update him when the doctor comes out informing him she's coherent, they’ll run more tests but Y/N’s stable enough he pulled the breathing tube.

Mustering up his grit, Walker goes back in.

***

He watches me watch him move a chair over to the bed and barely sat down when the door reopens admitting the nurse.

“I brought some ice chips for you to suck on honey, doctor doesn’t want you to swallowing much yet,” she sits the container down before handing me a dry erase board and marker, “doctors' orders, no talking out loud, any questions will have to be answered written,” she reached up to adjust a saline bag glanced at Walker, “don’t think I won’t kick you out if you break that order Ranger.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he answers as she gives him the stink eye before leaving.

The squeaky noise of the marker moving on the board draws his attention as my hand wavers while writing before holding it up.

Ranger?

“Walker..Cordell Walker”

I swallow wincing not only from the rawness of my throat.

“I know you’ve got a lot of questions,” I gave him that particular look of mine telling him to cut the BS.

He uncomfortably shifts in the chair, “I was sent undercover. I lied and..did whatever I had to get in with the Kings, that was my job. But Duke, those nights when it was just the two of you, what he said to you..what I said to you was the truth.”

I stare him straight in the eye like I did that night outside Annunziata’s.

They’re Duke’s eyes and I find myself scrutinizing them once again, what I can see in them; they’re honest, genuine..and he’s not hiding anything this time.

I close my eyes fighting a gauntlet of emotions I’ve bottled for so long and breathe deeply through my nose wincing, not caring how it’s torturing my throat.

He softly says, “hey, you’re gonna make your throat hurt worse doing that,” then I felt the cold wetness of an ice chip touch my lips and open them enough for him to slip it between then he softly brushes his fingers across them like Duke does..did and I realized it was him all along.

That simple gesture makes my decision.

I wrote asking for pen and paper and a confused Walker pulled said items outta his jacket handing them over. Of course, he can’t stop with the questions and comments as I write, that was the same as Duke.

My hand won’t stop trembling as I scrawl some of the things I knew, filling up a page before handing it back to him to read.

He came to the last thing I wrote and my physical discomfort was nothing compared to the painful emotions written on his face.

Agent Graves knew Stan Morrison killed your wife.

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Spilled Whiskey 

Summary: When Stella has a friend to sleepover, Cordell finds himself a little less lonely.

Rating: 18+ (This is PWP basically)

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Big Ten

Summary: Fun time at Annunziata’s and Duke gets an unexpected invitation.

Rating: 15+

Pairing: Duke Culpepper x Reader

Warnings: cursing, crack, teasing, sexual innuendo, thigh riding, bad karaoke, rodeo slang

WC: 933

A/N: Part II Duke x Reader/ Cordell x Reader series of drabbles and stories for this bingo

@walker-bingo Square Filled: Yee-Haw

It’s tradition after the rodeo, win or lose, when in town, The Rodeo Kings go to Annunziata’s, drink a lot, sing bad karaoke, eat all the unhealthy shit on the menu, drink a lot more and sing even worse karaoke.

The bar was packed wall to wall tonight so the group congregated at the bar briefly, until Clint sauntered over to their usual tables and after something was said the people seated there freed it up pretty darn quick.

Talk turns from tonight’s rodeo and internment jeering the god-awful caterwauling spilling out of the bars speakers to the guys bragging how they have the better seats and can last longer. 

And they weren't referring to riding a bull. 

Rolling your eyes at all the bullshine you head over to the bar ordering a pitcher of beer and Littens 18, telling the bartender to keep ‘em coming.

While you peruse the menu trying to decide whether to order garlic bread, fried pickles or jalapeño poppers it’s evident the conversation has turned more...suggestive. 

Placing the order you wander back and apparently Crystal’s heard enough, dragging Clint up on stage to sing while Jaxon’s finishing one of his tall tails. Tossing back a shot, you have to put in your two cents.

 “Any woman who can’t hang on for Big Ten ain’t worth the ride.” 

“And you think you are?” Duke inquires. 

You blink in surprise, he’s barely said two words to you since joining the Kings ‘cause Twyla Jean, aka Twerp, is usually preoccupying his time but thankfully absent tonight with some banking thing.

“Cowboy, I’m more than worth the ride,” you emphasize moving over straddling one of his long, sprawled legs and lowering yourself, snatched his straw hat, placing it on your head, “The question is..do you have enough for the entry fee?” 

Staring him directly in the eye you dip your index finger in his shot before inserting it into your mouth teasingly sucking on it and start slowly grinding on his jean clad thigh. Duke’s eyes comically widen and his throats rapidly bobbing at your unexpected brazenness distracts him while your unbuckling his belt with your other hand and dip it into his jeans making him jolt.

You know the mans been hiding a helluva lot more than his fine as hell ass you’ve got a glimpse of one night when he was changing out of his work clothes but Daamn...you weren't expecting this.

“Sassygirl, get off him before you get another indecency charge!” Clint bellows as he lifts you off Duke’s leg, depositing you on the chair furthest away and hands him his hat back as the waitress delivers the jalapeños poppers you ordered smirking at getting an eyeful of a flustered Duke as he’s hastily buckling up and asks, “indecency charge?” 

He’s watching your every move now so you carefully select a popper before wrapping your full lips around the big pepper, biting into it, licking the oozing cheese off your bottom lip. “It is not my fault New Braunfel police have no sense of humor when it comes to their bratwurst.”

***

Several hours later the place has emptied out except regulars who stay till last call. 

Outside the main entrance you're figuring out whether you could hire a car for the hours drive home or have‘ta stay in town for what was left of the night. Clint and Crystal were so wrapped up in each other after the three bottles of Littens y’all put away, they’d forgotten they were giving you a lift, when Duke emerged noticing you. He leans against the wall a couple feet away crossing his arms, staring till you look up at him.

“I can’t figure out if you're a cock tease or a smart ass.”

“Girl can be both nowadays Cowboy.” He doesn’t like your answer flattening his lips and doing that head bob.

Exhaling loudly you mimic his posture, “why are you talking to me?” Duke’s expression changed, confused by the question, “you’ve barely acknowledged my existence since joining the Kings, so why tonight? My guess.. you're feeling lonely without your pole pony and decided to try your luck with the third wheel.”

Duke stumbles out, “Twyla and me..we’re not,” you scoffed, “sell it somewhere else Cowboy, I’ve been down that road to..” he interrupts angrily, “I’m telling the truth, WE ARE NOT TOGETHER LIKE THAT!”

His voice, his posture, hell.. his vehement declaration suggests he is telling the truth but you’ve learned the hard way how guys can sell what they want you to believe. 

Duke’s eyes…you find yourself scrutinizing them. You can’t discern their color in the lighting but what you can see in them is they’re honest, genuine, something you’ve rarely encountered.

“Okay.”

“Wait what? You believe me?” 

“Just say I’ve learned the hard way about being lied to and you..you’re definitely hiding something, mouth spouting one thing but your eyes..your not a complete lying asshole.”

Duke half smiles, “thanks, I think...and I’ve learned your sarcasm is to keep people at bay ‘cause you're hiding something too.”

You shrug in response and keep your expression neutral.

“So the whole thigh riding thing...”

“Girls gotta do something to keep you guys on your toes Cowboy, otherwise you get bored with us real fast.”

Duke raises his eyebrows questioningly, “and the hand..” he glances downwards. 

“Maybe I wanted to see what’d you do..or maybe I was satisfying my curiosity.”

“Curiosity about what?”

“Whether that cock..iness of yours was genuine or nothing but bravado.” He tipped his chin down, “and your conclusion?”

“Yee-haw Cowboy.”

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