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littlelioncub43 · 1 year

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Ok for murderer Monday 😶‍🌫️

Imagine being softdark!Lee's little housewife and getting your period and he gets soooooo protective of you esp. in public and when you're both alone and you're in pain and he's heard that pleasure can fix that sooooo....

AaaaAAAAAAH YES. It's been so long since I wrote for Lee. I need more Lee thots hehe

Home Remedies

Summary: When your period comes with a vengeance, Lee is quick to dote on you. But when the regular methods of pain relief seem to be failing you, Lee suggests another way to make you feel better.

Pairing: soft dark!Lee Bodecker x fem!Reader

Warnings: smut (18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI), fluff, fingering (f receiving), pet names (princess, baby doll, baby, nothing crazy), period sex, bleeding (obvi), Lee being Lee which is naturally darker but still very loving, brief mentions of force feeding, dry humping, Lee coming in his pants, and a partridge in a pear tree.

Word count: idk, I wrote this on my phone.

A/N: Holy crap, I accidentally wrote a fic! Look at me go! This was supposed to be short but it turned out to be a full length fic! I'm honestly so surprised and proud of myself. I hope you enjoy it! Hehe let me know how you feel! Comments and reblogs are always welcome! 💖

Kisses 💋

—K

Lee made it a point to track your cycle, it made life easier for the both of you. He knew when your attitude was less than agreeable that your monthly was just round the corner, which helped him keep a level head most of the time. He knew when you'd burst into tears because you were out of lemons and he forgot to pick them up from the store, that your monthly was approaching. As much as it drove him up the walls to have you all over the place, he knew there was no avoiding it. Just as there was no avoiding the itch deep inside him to watch over you.

On a good day, Lee had a hard time leaving you at home by yourself. The worry that someone might break in, or something might happen while he's gone lived permanently in the back of his head. No matter how many times that you tell him that you're more than capable of taking care of yourself, Lee had a hard time buying it. He just wants to make sure you're safe, that's all.

So when you're curled up in bed way past the time you normally get up, that need to hover around you comes back full swing. You were certain there was a knife in your abdomen, and it was slowly but surely cutting its way through your insides. You were flushed hot, but felt annoyingly chilly at the same time. After 20 minutes of wrestling with the blankets you found a position that didn't hurt.

"Babydoll?" You hear Lee's groggy voice laced with concern from behind you. "You feelin' ok?"

"Cramps," is all you could say through the discomfort. Lee clocked the pained whine in your voice and the waves of tension that radiated off of you immediately.

"Period come early, or your tummy?" He sat up and rubbed his eyes, ready to get whatever you needed.

"Period," you grumble softly. He grunts in acknowledgement and makes his way towards the medicine cabinet, grabbing the painkillers and a cool washcloth for your forehead, he could feel the heat emanating from you.

"Here you go, honey," he whispers as he hands you the two pills and the glass of water you keep by your bedside. You swallow them down with some effort, the water settling in your stomach makes you nauseated.

"Thanks," you sigh as he sets the half empty cup down and eases the damp washcloth across your heated skin.

"Y'welcome," he whispers and mozies his way downstairs, ready to call Ida at the station to tell her that he won't be in today. He comes back to bed less than 10 minutes later, lightly buttered toast and a small plate of fruit in hand. You sigh when you see the food, knowing that it's a lot easier to just eat the food rather than argue with him about it. Last time you did, he sat there and basically forced the slices if oranges down your throat. Lesson learned.

Once Lee was satisfied with the amount of food you'd eaten, he tucked you back into bed, this time setting a red towel beneath you to catch any excess blood.

"There you go," he presses a kiss to your face and straightens up, "if y'need anythin', you tell me, alright?"

"I will, honey, thank you," you smile up at him softly. While he still was the rough and burly sheriff of Knockemstiff, you couldn't deny the fact that he loved you to pieces. He gave you that boyish smile that he knows you love so much, and went about his way.

Your little nap lasted for about an hour before the cramps came back with a vengeance. The dull ache was now replaced with piercing pains that shot through you. Deep groans pulled their way from your throat as you writhe in your spot, unwanting to move too much.

"What's the matter?" a concerned Lee ask from the door, your pained groans having alerted him. Unable to answer him, he crosses the room to sit on the edge of the bed next to you, still in his pajama pants and undershirt. "Is it bad? Want more pills?"

"N-Nooo," you whimper with a shake of your head, you knew they'd do nothing to quell the pain in your abdomen.

"What do you need, honey? Tell me," he sighs softly, his face pinched in pain, mirroring your own grimace. Seeing you like this definitely did a number on him. "Hm?"

"Don't know," you mumble, frustrated that you have no clue what could possibly make this better.

"Wanna try something? I heard it's supposed t'help make everything better," he says, a playful yet caring glint in his eye. He can tell he has your attention now, that you're just desperate enough to want relief no matter how you got it. "They say that gettin' off helps relax the muscles that are crampin', helps you relax. Don't that sound nice?"

Lee tucks a strand of your hair behind your head, smiling when you nuzzle into his palm on instinct. He read about it months ago and was just waiting for the opportunity to put it to the test. Now all he has to do is get you to agree, which he knows is going to be a piece of cake. He watches as you chew over his proposition.

"Gettin' off?" You ask softly, looking up at your husband.

"Yes, babydoll," he leans in closer with a soft nod, slowly but surely moving to hover over you, "gettin' you off... makin' you finish."

It's second nature to spread your thighs for Lee, your body welcoming his own as he cages you in underneath him. You could see the predatory gleam in his eye as he watched you, waiting patiently for your answer. You knew that this was partly for his own pleasure, but the saccharine promise of relief from the pain was enough for you.

"Ok," you nod, your arms moving to lazily sling around his broad shoulders. Lee gives you that pleased smirk that sends butterflies fluttering through your tummy, a welcomed contrast to the shooting jabs and dull aches.

"Alright," he purrs, clearly pleased with your answer, and lowers his body down to yours carefully. You whine softly at the pressure, but he's quick to shush you gently. "It's ok, babydoll, it's alright. Jus' let me take care of everythin', and you be a good girl and relax, hm? All you gotta do is feel good."

He whispers his loving promises into your skin as he peppers tender kisses along your jaw, making his way to your lips. You both let out a shared moan of relief when your lips finally slot together. The slow movements of Lee's unfairly large hands pull your mind away from the discomfort you feel, the further south they travel the heavier you breathe.

"L-Lee," you moan into his mouth when he gently cups your sex, his hooded eyes trained on your face as he holds you in his palm, the heat from your core drove him fucking crazy. He groans softly as he begins to pet you, stroking your mound in slow motions, careful not to push too hard. Your eyes stay shut as small little whimpers of pleasure fall from your lips. The feeling of his hand rubbing your sensitive parts has a mixture of arousal and blood gushing out of you, just for Lee to feel.

"That's it, babygirl," he groans, letting his own eyes shut for a moment to just feel the growing wetness of your cunt through your panties. The small sparks of pleasure are soon not enough anymore, and you try to tell him with a gentle nudge of your hips. "Wan' more already?"

"Uh-huh," you nod, ignoring the teasing lilt to his voice. He gives your lips another peck before he's peeling off your panties and discarding them to the floor.

"So wet for me, aren't ya, Sweetheart? Always so wet," he coos as his thick fingers glide easily through your petals. Lee bites his lip when he smells the metalic scent of your blood mixing with the tang of your arousal— he could get used to this.

"Oh my god," you sigh and grip his white undershirt in your fists, your head lolling to the side as he circles your clit in slow, precise movements. You were so fucking sensitive, it was nearly overwhelming. The gentle touches left you burning for more and breathless, then you had Lee above you, watching your every expression with his own hungry gaze, and speaking in that thick drawl— it was dizzying.

"Oh, fuck!" You whimper as a thick finger fills you slowly, your back arches off the bed on instinct. The deep grunt that leaves Lee has you clamping down around his forefinger, his thumb replacing his finger on your clit. Lee was certain he's never been this hard in his life than he is right now, watching you lose yourself to the pleasure he's providing. His cock flexes against your inner thigh as he pumps his finger in and out of you at a sluggish pace.

"There you go, baby, there you go," he rasps under his breath, his eyes drinking in every little expression you make. The way your nose scrunches, how your eyebrows furrow together when he touches that special spot inside you, the way your gorgeous lips stay parted to let those beautiful moans flow freely. "So fucking beautiful, y'know that? Make me so crazy for ya, Princess, can't get enough a'you, never get enough."

The stretch of another finger joining his first has your hips trying to rut, chasing the pleasure, but Lee's heavy frame keeps you in your spot. He speeds up ever so slightly, the sound of his fingers sinking into your sopping cunt over and over fill the room.

"Oh fuck, y'hear that? Hear how wet you are?" Lee growls, the slick sounds being his undoing. His fingers speed up, keeping their pressure light as he stretches you out. You gasp and moan as the pleasure builds, the tension growing in your lower tummy draws tighter and tighter with each swipe of his thumb against your clit.

"Lee, m'gonna cum!" You gasp and toss your head back, your legs squirming as he works you closer and closer to your high.

"Yeah? Y'gonna cum on my fingers, baby? Gonna make a fucking mess?" His voice is rough, his own hips beginning to rut, humping himself against your thigh for some relief. The act alone sends you shooting higher ans higher towards your crest. "C'mon, honey, I want you t'come for me."

You didn't stand a chance.

"Lee!" You cry out as you finish, your body thrashing as waves of bliss crash down over you again and again. You can hear Lee's pleased grunts in your ear as you clench down around his fingers, his thumb working you through your high. A rush of wetness seeps from your core, coating Lee's hand and dripping down your skin to the towel. It's not long until you feel his covered cock throbbing wildly against you.

"F-Fuck!" He curses harshly as his own end catches up to him, soaking his boxers and pajama pants. Throaty groans resonate through his chest as he rocks against you to milk his high as long as possible. Heavy breaths replace the moans that filled the shared bedroom. Peeling your eyes open, you gaze up at the ceiling as you try to catch your breath.

Lee sighs and pulls himself from the comfort of your shoulder to look down at you with a soft smile. His face flushed pink and sweat beads his forehead from your activities and shared body heat and you can't help but beam up at him with that same lovesick smile you give him.

"How're y'feelin', Princess, any better?" He asks in a breathless voice. You giggle softly and relax your grip on his shirt to smooth out the wrinkles you left.

"I forgot that's what this was for," you admit bashfully, making him chuckle with you.

"Well, good, then I did my job right."

"You always do, Sheriff Bodecker," you coo and give him a kiss, already feeling more like yourself. Lee groans into the kiss at the title.

"You're a little minx," he whispers in between another kiss before propping himself up on his forearm, giving his attention to his fingers still buried in your cunt. "Fuuuuck me," he groans when he sees the mess you made. A thin layer of blood coats your inner thighs and part of his hand, the glisten of your cum recognizable on your lips and his wrist. Slowly, he withdraws from your pussy, watching intensely as his fingers emerge coated in your essence and blood.

The little whimper you give when he leaves you completely empty has his dick stirring in his trousers. Lee sucks in a deep breath as he brings his fingers from between your legs to get a better look.

"Would y'look at that?" He marvels, mostly to himself, as his fingers gleam in the late morning sunshine. Your face heats up at his actions, embarrassment taking hold as he shows you his bloody, cum covered fingers. Lee's eyes are fixed on his digits as he plays with the strings of wetness for a moment before bringing them to his lips. A loud moan vibrates in his chest at your taste, his eyes sliding shut in bliss as he cleans you from his hand. He finally releases them with a pop.

"Fuckin' divine is what you are, Princess. Fuckin' heavenly," he growls, his dick fully hard in his pajama pants as he begins to rut into your thigh again, his eyes dark with hunger again as he quickly unties the drawstring of his pants. "M'gonna fuck ya all fuckin' week, make sure ya don't feel nothin' but pleasure— fuck, m'gonna take care of ya, Princess, I promise."

And he did.

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ladystoneboobs · 13 days

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no, but the way, cersei brushes sansa's hair with her fingers after telling her ilyn payne will kill her if stannis wins his battle, so they can all die together. this intimate, almost maternal gesture following a death threat. and then later a similar gesture is used with her actual child, when intimidating the king himself, her youngest, after threatening to have his whipping boy brought in to be beaten before them. just as she scared sansa, she scares tommen, also thought to be meek as sansa was. cersei only knows how to rule through fear but in these certain cases, she can sometimes mix in acts of tenderness too for a particularly unsettling combination.

#valyrianscrolls #asoiaf meta #asoiaf #cersei lannister #sansa stark #tommen baratheon #like with sansa she wants her as a daughter-in-law bc she seems unthreatening #but she also somewhat relates to sansa saying she'll survive humiliation as cersei did bc she's stronger than she looks #and w tommen his perceived weakness frustrates her as unlionlike esp as she idealizes joff after his death #but it also makes her even more protective of him to justify all her schemes and plots against her enemies #tommen himself wants no harm to come to his wife and in-laws and sansa no longer wanted any part in cersei's schemes either #(c)lsb #happy murderous meowmeow monday!

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albatris · 9 months

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reblogs are appreciated and have a nice day <3

#art adventures with logan #(art adventures with monday)#commissions #ik i just reblogged my old commission post #here is a refreshed version :3 #blood tw #yvonne!!!! i didnt have to include her shovel murder drawing but i just love it so much lmao

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callmebrycelee · 7 months

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MY MAN CRUSH MONDAY IS...JESSE WILLIAMS

FULL NAME: Jesse Wesley Williams

DATE OF BIRTH: August 5, 1981

PLACE OF BIRTH: Chicago, Illinois

AGE: 42

SIGN: Leo

BEST KNOWN FOR: Portraying Dr. Jackson Avery on the ABC medical drama Grey's Anatomy and the action-drama television series Station 19; Holden McCrea in the science fiction comedy horror film The Cabin in the Woods; James Lawson in The Butler; and Tobert on Only Murders in the Building.

HEIGHT: 6 feet and 1 inch tall

#mcm #mcm 2023 #man crush #man crush monday #man crush mondays #black excellence #black is beautiful #jesse williams #abc greys anatomy #greys anatomy #jackson avery #the cabin in the woods #only murders in the building #station 19 #leo

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lewisbian · 1 year

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LEWIS HAMILTON during the post-race press conference after finishing P2 at the 2022 Mexican Grand Prix

"I don't really have a lot to say about [Alonso's comment], it does make me giggle a little bit to be honest. It's definitely interesting to see the comments that are made, but it doesn't really matter, so that's why I just kinda put the thumbs up."

#lewis hamilton #mexico 22 #f1 #formula 1 #x #he kills me.... giggling and kicking his feet at murdering a senile man online #sippin my water minding my business ! monday i’m overrated tuesday on my dick !

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littlelioncub43 · 10 months

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Okay, I have some Ransom feels this Murderer Monday.

Ransom is working himself to the bone and will not stop. He’s barely eating and his sleep has been fitful and sporadic. You have had enough! You tie him up, not with rope but smooth silk ties and slide a soft blindfold over his eyes. From there it’s just the softest of touches. No teasing, no rush, just worshiping his body and until he is incoherent and whining for you to take the blindfold off so he can look at you when he comes. Aftercare is slow and lazy and involves hand feeding him with the softest admonishment that if he can’t take of himself, you’ll just have to do it for him.

I have so many soft feeling for this man that I probably shouldn’t!!!

Oh we definitely shouldn't, but he's adorable so... it is what it is.....

He agreed to a small break. So he can't really tell you how a quick snack in the kitchen ended with him stripped naked and lovingly bound to your shared bed while you absolutely showered him with tender affection.

It was torture.

"You've been working so hard, baby," you praise as your lips suck a gentle hickey into his hip.

Ok, maybe not torture, but it felt like it.

"You deserve a break," you continue, not waiting for him to try to form a response other than the little moans and whimpers he's been releasing. "You deserve to feel good."

"A-Aaaaah! Shit!" Ransom whimpers when your lips descend on his weeping tip, your soft tongue caressing the sensitive flesh there in an eager pace. He wishes so badly to be able to see you, but the darkness over his eyes makes this soooooo much better. For now at least. "More! Please!"

You hum in approval at his manners and envelope his tip, your lips wrapping around him perfectly. He's grateful that you're feeling generous when you start to bob your head to take more of him. He's extremely grateful when your hand cradles his balls just the way he likes it.

"Oh my god! Oh my god!" He cries out, his head thrown back into the expensive fluffy pillows, his strong arms pulling at the silk ties that hold him in place on reflex. You can't help but moan with him, moving your head and hand in tandem. You love when he's writhing like this, so lost in his pleasure that he can't keep still, making those pretty noises that he only makes for you.

"Fuck! Fuck! Oh fuck!" He's practically shouting now, his legs shaking as they spread a little wider. "Gonna cum! M'gonna cum!"

You release his dick with a tongue-filled suck, your hand replacing your mouth's eager pace.

"Do you wanna cum in my mouth or my pussy?" You ask through his moans, you watched as his abs contracted and relaxed over and over, he was clearly fighting off his high, it was adorable.

"Pussy!" He cries out, his back arching with the effort to hold himself back. Your hands release him and he can hear the sound of you undressing yourself. Now, he pouts again. "Wanna see you, please, need to see you when we cum."

"Such a needy boy, aren't you?" You tease with no malice, chuckling as you settle over him on your knees. When you pull the blindfold from his eyes, Ransom immediately takes in your naked form. He feels himself throb as his eyes traces the curves of your body.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," he whines, almost pouting about it while he tugs at the binds again. You grin and give him a sweet kiss.

"You're so sweet," you coo and sit in his lap. The moan of shared relief you both let out fills the room, your own neediness taking over you. Before long, you were riding your lover into the mattress. Incoherent grunts and moans accented with the clapping of skin on skin and the squeaks of the mattress grew louder and louder as your highs approach rapidly.

"Ah! Ah! Fuck! Yes! Yes! Yes! Ransom!" You cry out, your fingers rapidly rubbing at your clit.

"Gonna cum! Gonna cum! Please! Please!" Ransom begs as his hips thrust up into you.

"Cum for me, baby, give it to me!" That's all he needed to hear. Whimpers and moans fall from his bitten lips as he fills you, his body trembling with pleasure. His moans shake as wave after wave of bliss takes over him, your hips still grinding to milk your highs as long as possible. He can feel his thighs twitching, his eyes rolling and his back arching. This was different than anything else he's experienced.

"H-Holy shit, I'm still cumming," he whispers in amazement when he feels himself still spilling into you. After what feels like forever, he feels the peak finally start to soften, his body turning into a puddle as he comes down. "Hooooooly shit!" He curses breathlessly, his eyes falling shut.

"I'll say," you giggle and carefully collapse into his chest, your heartbeats matching in their frantic rhythm. "How was it?"

"Fucking amazing," Ransom sighs, tiredness taking hold rather quickly. You're just as quick to notice. You gently shush his whine when you get up to clean him. Soon, he's feeling you gently shaking him awake. He was cleaned and dressed in his pajamas, a new pillow was propped beneath his head to allow you to cradle him to you better.

"Hey there, sleepy head," you speak softly, smiling at his groggy face. He really shouldn't be this adorable. "Eat a few bites then you can go back to sleep, ok?"

"Mmhmm," he nods without argument when he sees a small plate of fruit. He wouldn't turn down watermelon when he was this thirsty. When the juices drip down his chin, you're quick to wipe them away with a fond chuckle.

"If you won't take care of yourself, Ran, I guess I'll have to do it for you."

That sound like Heaven to him.

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steddieunderdogfics · 13 days

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for challenge monday: An Act of Grace podficced by singinginmay (missberrycake)

An Act Of Grace by missberrycake

This fic has a podfic read by singinginmay!

Rating: Teen and Up

71,388 words, 8/8 chapters

Archive Warning: Creator chose not to use

Tags: Minor Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler, Minor Joyce Byers/Jim "Chief" Hopper, Crime, Thriller, Murder, Mystery, Murder Mystery, 1910’s, Modern Era, Multi-Era, Period-Typical Homophobia, Historical Romance, True Crime Podcast, Podcasting, Happy Ending, POV Multiple, No Smut, Novel, steddiebang23

Summary:

On the morning after Broughton Hall’s annual summer fête, the body of a local Baron’s son was found on the grounds of the estate, as lifeless and cold as the morning was warm. Having spent the summer together, member of the household staff Edward Munson was the first to be suspected. As for the Baron’s son, perhaps there was more to him than the Baron would have society believe. Decades later, Max Mayfield comes across the murder of Steven Harrington while researching topics for the second season of her hit true crime podcast. Along with her some-time engineer and full-time ex-boyfriend, Lucas, Max uncovers a story of two people that, entwined in secrecy and truths left unspoken, reaches out across history.

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#steddie #steddie fic recs #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #stranger things #steddieunderdogfics #challenge monday #podfics #rated e #murder mistery #multi era #true crime

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fy-murderstoppers · 11 months

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Murder Stoppers (1991) dir. Gregg Sellars

Happy Murder Stoppers Monday everyone

#murder stoppers #this is my favourite movie of all time #it's like the titanic to me for it's impact #Gregg Sellars #Murder Stoppers Monday

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ladystoneboobs · 3 months

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"Tears," she[Cersei] said scornfully to Sansa as the woman was led from the hall. "The woman's weapon, my lady mother used to call them. [...]" -Sansa VI, aCoK

would love to know the context of joanna saying this to(/within earshot of?) cersei, who was 7yo at maximum. interesting parenting choice to want your very young daughter to be a better manipulator, instead of just treating crying as an honest expression of emotion.

#valyrianscrolls #asoiaf #asoiaf meta #cersei lannister #joanna lannister #happy murderous meowmeow monday!#it's somewhat better than cersei's followup lesson to sansa abt a woman's best weapon being btwn her legs but still #i suppose genna or someone couldve said this abt joanna to cersei after her death #but thats less interesting and this is joanna's only real charecterization outside her ghost in jaimes dream #can't help but think of oberyn saying this abt obara's mother as contemptuous insult #however much cersei loved and missed her mother yknow she had complicated feelings abt her as a woman w tears as her best weapon #(c)lsb

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heavnofhell · 26 days

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