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#I can also see this with Lee (Bodecker)
nickfowlerrr · 9 months
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for the hope of it all.
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pairing: greedy!lee bodecker x curvy!reader
warnings: angst. bit of fluff. mentions of reader x arvin and lee x wife. little flashback to pregnant reader. uhhh, there’s a baby. if i’m missing something important please feel free to let me know.
also lmk if i should tag this as dark!lee please bc i can’t decide if it needs it or not.
words: 3.2k
notes: my first written fic for my writing event. i spun the wheel and got greed and then spun another wheel and got lee and a few hours later here we are lol. please let me know what you think! comments and feedback are so, so appreciated. thank you in advance to everyone who reads and reblogs. 🖤
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“Please, Lee. Please,” you whispered, voice breaking on the desperate plea as the stray tear you’d been fighting to keep at bay finally slipped down your cheek.
You were quick to wipe it away, shaking your head and looking away from the gaze of the man before you. The smirk that graced his face was the whole reason you had refused to let yourself cry, despite wanting to break down the moment he’d knocked on your door.
You’d just set Teddy in his crib, watching him a moment as the newborn slept peacefully, his tiny breaths and little movements making your heart clench.
You never knew you could love someone so much until you had him. Despite the pain and all the hardships that you’d faced from the day you met his daddy, as you watched Theodore, you were sure you wouldn’t change any of it if it meant never having had him.
You were pulled from your thoughts when you heard a car pull up the drive. You didn’t check the window, sure you knew who it was already as you went to greet him.
Before you were even halfway down the steps, an unnecessarily loud pounding sounded from the front door.
You were startled for a second, brows furrowing as you rushed down the last few steps to open it before whoever it was could pound again and wake the baby.
You were sure now, though, it definitely wasn’t Arvin. He’d never be so careless to knock that loudly, even if he’d left his key and was locked out.
When you pulled the door open in a bit of a huff, your breath froze in your chest.
As you met the hard blue eyes of the man you’d been avoiding for the past 11 months, you weren’t sure what to do. So, you stayed as you were, blocking his view of the house as you pulled the door more closely to your body and watched him. You wouldn’t speak first. You weren’t sure you could.
“Been a while, darlin’.” He greeted, though his words were cold and stiff, as if he was trying to hold in the anger you could see raging in his eyes.
You swallowed hard. “How can I help you, Sheriff?” you asked, ignoring his comment.
He scoffed as he looked down on you. “That’s how you wanna do this, sugar? Fine,” he said before shoving his way into the house.
You were in shock as he pushed past you, your first instinct to yell at him was held back by the knowledge that your baby was asleep just up the stairs.
“What the hell are you doing? You can’t just barge in here because you’re police,” you nearly seethed as you follow him while he walked further in, going toward the kitchen while he looked around the place.
He spun on you at your words and stopped you in your spot. “Honey, I can do whatever the hell I want. Because I’m the sheriff,” he snarled in your face before he backed up just the slightest. He adjusted his belt as he stood to his full height and licked his teeth, trying to compose himself.
“I’m afraid I’ve got some bad news for you, sweetheart,” he started, your heart dropping instantly. “That boyfriend a’yours seems to have gotten himself into some trouble downtown.”
Your mouth went dry as you stared at him dumbly. “No,” you shook your head. “Arvin wouldn’t do anything to get into any kind of trouble. What are you- what are you talking about?” you tried to stay calm, but the stutter was surely telling enough.
“Down at the shop,” he began, taking his time, seemingly enjoying the sight of your anxiousness written all over your face, “he had some words with Levi. Guess the kid made a comment about his girl. Imagine my surprise to find out that girl was you,” he detoured.
“What happened,” you asked pointedly, all while trying to keep your composure and your voice down.
“Well, Mr. Russell didn’t take too kindly to the things Levi said. Lost his temper. I’ll spare you the details, sweetheart. Long story short, Levi’s up at the hospital. Your little boyfriend is up at the jailhouse, waitin’ for his hearin tomorrow mornin’.”
You felt sick. This wasn’t Arvin’s first time in jail but you remember what he told you last time, the judge said one more strike and he’d be taken to county. Arvin wasn’t a bad man. He was one of the best men you’d ever known. But he did have a bit of a short fuse when it came to defending the people he loved. You’d known that since you were in school together. It was one of the things you’d always admired about him..
The one thing you were confused about right now though, was why in the hell Lee was here telling you this.
“Is he okay?” you asked quietly. The narrowing of Lee’s eyes as he looked at you, and the tick of his jaw at your question had your stomach twisting.
“Aw, ain’t that sweet. Look at you, all worried about him.”
“Lee,” you said.
“He’ll be fine,” he gruffed as he went into your fridge and took one of Arvin’s beers. You were in too much of a stupor to do or say anything about it, though.
As you watched him take a swig, your eyes finally fell on his bloodied knuckles.
You took a step back, as if he’d slapped you, somehow knowing exactly how he'd done that.
“What did you do?” you said, accusingly as you reached out and held onto the wall beside you.
“Told ya' I was surprised to hear the girl he was so concerned with, whose honor he needed to protect so badly, was you. I thought you were long gone, sweetheart. But when your name came up, I knew I’d been wrong. Knew you were somewhere out here. Took a bit to finally get him to tell me where you were, but,” he flexed his hand, “they all break in the end.”
You were seeing red at his words. He'd hurt Arvin, and for what? You couldn't let him do this, couldn't let him get to you so easily.
"You need to leave, Lee. Now. If I wanted you to know where I was, you would've. I told you I wasn't gonna wait around for you. You made your choice. So go," you said firmly as you could manage through your tight throat.
You stayed still as he set the bottle down on the counter, stalking over to you. You only blinked when he was right in front of you as you took a shaky breath in and out.
"My choice was you," he said as he pinned you against the wall, his arms trapping you. But you weren't scared. Just solemn. The hurt that never went away radiating in your soul.
"...No, it wasn't," you refuted, voice quiet as you shook your head, looking him in the eye. "It was the job. It was her. You just wanted me to be your good little whore on the side," you continued, disgusted with him and yourself, thinking about the times you let him touch you. The times you gave yourself to him. You should have known from the beginning. Maybe a part of you always did. The only way you'd get your happily ever after was if Lee chose to give it to you.
Lee Bodecker was a selfish, greedy man. He wanted it all, he didn't want to choose. But he had. Whether he acknowledged it or not, he made his choice. As much as it hurt, you had to accept that it wasn't you.
"You know that ain't fuckin' true," he snarled, holding your chin tightly in his hand as you looked up at him. His voice softened as he looked back at you. "I meant all I said to you, darlin'. I love you," he said as he pressed his forehead to yours. "If you'da just been patient," he breathed hotly, "we'd be together right now. I'da got rid of her, just like I told you I would."
The pain slipping into his voice was like daggers in your heart. You wanted so badly to believe him, but you were always told how gullible you were. Especially with Lee, you'd buy into anything he said if he said it prettily enough.
You had known you had to leave town, get away, or else you'd just run right back to him, or he'd find you and convince you to stay. You told everyone you were leaving, making sure word got around, and it did. He was too preoccupied in his campaign to bother doing anything about it, or maybe he just didn't believe you'd actually go. You weren't sure which it was.
You had enlisted the help of Arvin to assist you in packing, he had always been a good friend to you and wanted to do whatever he could. The last day you were packing away, though, you got another bout of morning sickness in front of him.
It was like Arvin knew before you did that you were pregnant. But he never left. He was there for you. Held you when you cried, assured you everything would be okay as you spilled your heart out to him, telling him everything. Instead of moving out of town like you had planned, you moved in with Arvin.
Time seemed to pass you by so quickly from then on. One day Arvin was holding your hair back for you as you emptied your stomach into his toilet, and the next he was holding your hand as you pushed through tears of pain and heartbreak while you delivered your baby in the next town over.
When the nurse had taken Teddy, you were an inconsolable mess of guilt and heartache. Arvin was right there with you, had been from the very start, but he wasn't Lee.
You were crying because Lee should have been there, should have been the one holding your hand and wiping your tears, you should have told him that you were having his baby. The guilt was crushing. Not only for having kept your pregnancy from him, but because the man who stayed beside you the entire time deserved so much better than a broken girl who was still in love with the man who broke her heart. It wasn't fair to any of you.
And then the nurse came back over, holding a blue swaddled bundle in her arms. You timidly took your baby as she handed him over to you and the second you laid your eyes on him, all thoughts just went away. The only thing you could focus on was this precious little life you held in your arms. And though your tears kept flowing, they were of overwhelming joy as you looked down at your sweet Teddy.
Teddy.
You heard him cry and your eyes went wide as Lee kept his hold on you.
Another cry as you swallowed thickly, sure your face was full of desperation as you surveyed Lee.
His brows furrowed as he looked in the direction of the living room, dropping his hand as he moved closer to the noise.
You scurried past him, stopping him from starting up at the stairs.
"Lee," was all you could manage to say.
He looked at you incredulously. "That a baby cryin' up there?" he asked rigidly.
You couldn't breathe. You didn't know what to do. Your guilt was written clear as day on your face as you pouted at him, watering puppy dog eyes pleading with him, for what you weren't sure.
"I'll say this once, then I'm not gonna be nice about it, darlin'. Either answer me or get outta my way."
Still no words could form on your tongue. When he stepped to get up the stairs, you let him pass you before turning around and quickly following him.
Lee followed the sound of the newborn cries up to the nursery. When he got to the door, you watched as he took a steadying breath before he pushed in, like he was readying himself for the sight he knew he'd be met with.
He walked slowly to the crib where Theodore was laying, crying for attention.
Lee's mouth was agape as he looked down at the baby.
Two pairs of brilliantly blue eyes staring back at one another.
You knew Lee knew instantly, there was no denying it. Teddy was his mini me. He looked exactly like his father.
You watched as Lee carefully reached down and took Teddy in his big arms, holding him safely and smiling down at him as Teddy calmed in his hold.
Your nose was tingling and it took everything in you not to burst into tears at the sight.
"What's his name?" Lee asked in a hushed tone.
"Theodore," you answered just as softly.
Theo's baby garbling had Lee laughing as he cooed down at his son. You swore you could see the gleam in Lee's eyes as he watched him.
After a sniff and a clearing of his throat, Lee's gaze shot back to you. Accusatory and angry, his hurt underlining all of it.
"You had my baby, and were just gonna keep 'im from me?"
"No, no I- I was gonna. Gonna tell you. I wanted to, I just didn't know.." you trailed off, wringing your hands.
"Didn't know what?"
"How," you answered. "Didn't know how to. Didn't know how you'd react. Wasn't entirely sure you'd want to know."
"You think I wouldn't want to know that I have a kid?" he asked harshly. You took a step to him, holding your hand out instinctively to remind him that he had the baby in his arms.
"You're married, Lee. You're holding public office. I know you well enough to know that you don't want anything to mess with that. I don't think having a child with someone other than your wife would be looked on too favorably."
"I told you I'd get rid of her," he said again, lowly. "I will."
"Lee, please," you said, exasperated. "I'm sorry. I am. I should have told you, you had a right to know, but I can't do this with you. That's why I left. I do love you," you said brokenly, "I've never stopped. But I can't live my life just waiting for you to call when you want me. And I won't let you do that to Theo, either. He deserves a father who's around, who puts him as a priority,"
"Oh, and you think he'll have that with Arvin?" he challenged. "I wouldn't be too sure, sweetheart. Those charges really have a way of addin' up. Who knows how long of a sentence he'll be gettin' tomorrow."
You couldn't help but stress at his words. You knew some of what Lee had done before, and you know what he'd be willing to do now, to get his way. If he wanted Arvin put away, there wouldn't be anything you could do to stop it from happening.
You may not have been in love with Arvin, but you did love him. He was your best friend; you don't know what you'd be doing or even where you'd be right now if it weren't for his help and care. He didn't deserve to be punished for your mistakes; you couldn't let that happen.
"Why would you do that?" you asked, hurt lacing your voice. "What do you want from me, Lee?"
"You ain't dumb, honey. You know what I want," he said easily as he rocked Theo lightly while he gripped onto his daddy's finger, his big blue eyes falling closed as he drifted back to his peaceful sleep. Lee's blazing blue orbs met yours once more. "I want you. I want this, all a this with you, and him,” he said, sparing another glance to his baby boy.
“Please, Lee. Please,” you whispered, voice breaking on the desperate plea. "You can’t - He needs something stable. Real."
Lee assessed you for a moment before shaking his head with a slight scoff and a smirk. "This is real, darlin'. I'll give you both what you deserve. I just need a little time, that's all," he said as he set Theo back down in the basinet before turning back to you. "Can't make you my wife while I'm still married, but I'll get that taken care of quick. Then you and the baby can get settled in at home, we can finally be together. Just like we always talked about," he continued, taking your hands in his and pulling you in. "Havin' a family," he brought his hand up to tilt your face up to his, brushing his lips against yours. And you let him.
"And it'll be good for reelection next year, too. People like a family man."
You cringed and pulled away at that. At least you tried to, Lee's hold not let you get far at all.
"Don't be like that, darlin'. Come on, you know it'll be good for all of us. We can be happy," he said as his knuckles brushed your cheek.
The touch reminded you, "What about Arvin?"
"What about 'im?" he asked uninterested.
"You'll let him go," you state, grabbing his hand.
"I will," he agrees, "soon as you two are all moved in with me, I'll make sure he's released. Can't have you trying to run off on me again. I won't let you go so easy this time."
You swallowed back the cry that wanted to be let free as you looked at him. You hated that Arvin would have to suffer while you wait on Lee to keep his word. But what else can you do.
"How long?" you ask brokenly, eyes drifting over to the crib. "I can't do this alone."
"Won't be long, sweetheart. She's already been on her way out. A week, two tops. And you won't be alone. If you think for a minute I'd ever not be around for my child, you're outta your mind. If I’d a known sooner, I,” he cut himself off with a shake of his head. “I'll come over every night, check on ya both. You need somethin', you tell me. I'll show you I can take care'a you two better than that boy ever could."
Sweet words. Always so sweet coming from his lips. Your heart aches, for a million different reasons, as you let Lee come closer, pressing his lips to yours before his arms find their way around your frame.
And just like that, after nearly a year of not giving in to the temptation to see him, he has you once more, so easily. He gets what he wants. Just like he always does. Like he always will. You wonder briefly if it will ever be enough. You're not sure you want to know the answer.
"You've got no idea how much I've missed you, darlin'," he whispers against your lips. "Thought about you every damn day."
You feel the tears as they slip down your cheeks, a wave of relief falling over you under his touch, but the guilt still remains... It's just not enough to make you stop him. Not enough to want him to stop.
And the hope for your promised happily ever after renews in your heart. Because maybe you’ll finally get it, just how you pictured, with Lee by your side, starting your own little family.. It’s all you’ve ever wanted.
Lee Bodecker may be a selfish and greedy man.
But maybe you're no better.
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Warnings: this fic will include dark content including rape/noncon, kidnapping, violence, sexual acts (fingering, oral, anal, dp), coercion, bondage, and more tags to be added as the series progresses. PREPARE YOUR PANTIES, HOES.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: You go on a self-improvement retreat, but not all is as it seems.
Characters: Ransom Drysdale, Lloyd Hansen, Lee Bodecker, Curtis Everett, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Loki, Andy Barber, Hela, and multiple OFCs
Note: I couldn’t help myself! Also you can still make suggestions for kinks here.
As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3
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“Aw, you’re here!” Hela greets in her smokey voice, familiar from the nights spent listening to her on Zoom, “I’m so happy you could make it. You found your away alright?”
“Uh, yeah,” you keep a yawn from rising, “this place is really tucked away.”
“It’s called a retreat for a reason, hon,” he smirks, her pretty blue eyes shining, “this is about getting away from life, from really exploring your true self. Speaking of, you should come meet the others.”
“Oh, am I the last one here?” 
“We have a few more on the way,” she spins and beckons you on with two fingers, “tell me you brought your pack.”
“Of course,” you scramble to keep up, “wow,” you look up at the double tier of balconies above the lower deck, “this is amazing.”
She laughs, a low intoxicating roll in her throat, “oh, honey, this is just the starting point but I can’t say too much, but I should let the property owner in on your feedback.”
“Owner?” You wonder aloud.
“My brother, he is a doll, let me have it for half the going rate,” she chirps as she climbs up the walnut steps onto the porch, “you don’t have to worry about details, just mind the furniture. He is very particular.”
The floral scarf around her sleek bob is knotted on one side, highlighting the structure of her cheekbones and the hue of her vibrant blue eyes. Her pale skin is alabaster and untouched by the blazing sun above. She’s the perfect advertisement for her brand.
“I’ll keep my hands to myself,” you laugh thinly.
“Go on in, I have to wait for the others still. I may have to go down the road a bit to flag them down. We cannot be here forever. We’ve… much to do.”
“Okay, thanks, Hela,” you say her name awkwardly.
“No, you should be thanking yourself for having the courage to come all this way. Self-care is so important and very few people take it seriously,” she preens as she caresses your cheek. 
You nearly flinch at her touch. You’ve never been overly comfortable with contact, even the lovey dovey, almost dreamy perspective of her workshops had been a bit much for you. You note it as nothing more than her character, outgoing and warm. Aren’t you here to try to be more like her? To shed your cold and defensive shell?
You smile, “thanks, I guess… I should go introduce myself.”
“I think you’ll know most of the girls from our sessions,” she intones, “don’t be so nervous, honey.” She steps closer, bending as she lowers her voice, “don’t tell anyone but you really are my favourite.”
“Aw, you’re just saying–”
“I don’t just say anything. Words are important and so we must choose them wisely,” she frames your chin with her index and thumb, “you really are a cute thing.”
You’re taken aback by the comment, by the tender firmness in her touch, the silky tone of her voice. She has that particular gift of making you feel like the only person in the room amidst a crowd. You feel your cheeks warm up and fidget.
“Anyhow, darling,” she drops her hand with a sigh, “I must make certain Charisse is not lost in the woods.”
“Okay,” you back away sheepishly and face the door. 
Hela’s steps descend lightly as you listen to the low chatter beyond the screen door. You pull it back, the hinges give a short squeak, and dip through. You add your shoes to the mat of sandals and flats, a single pair of lace up vans among the bunch. You hook your thumbs in your shorts pockets and peek into the front room.
Your stomach flutters. You’ve never been good in groups. Even on Zoom you struggled to face the small boxes. Your first session, you’d kept your camera off. You do recognise almost all the women though. Ashley, Selina, and Aisha sit on the sofa and an armchair as they talk, while Rin, you think her name is, and Maryam hover by the wall, looking as overwhelmed as you feel.
You head towards Maryam, her silky black hair twisted into a bun atop her head, her thick brows bringing out the honey of her round eyes as she glances over at your movement. You remember her from a break out session when you were paired for an exercise. You give a tiny wave as you approach.
“Hey, stranger,” you cringe at yourself. You’re not like these girls, you’re not breezy, you’re not bubbly.
“Oh, hi,” she flicks her long lashes, “you’re here! I had no idea who else was coming. Did you hear that it was only eight?”
“I thought…” your lips part as your thoughts flurry, “I guess I assumed it was all of us.”
“That would be a lot. Some sessions had almost a hundred people,” she keeps her voice quiet.
You nod and bite your cheek, “I wonder how she picked us out of the bunch.”
“We’re the special ones,” Rin startles you as she comes up on your other shoulder, “right? We must be the best in class.”
You look between the girls, both gorgeous but subtly so. Clean faces, no make up, and while Maryam’s brows have a pleasant shape, they are ungroomed, and Rin’s short pixie sticks out at all angles. You notice how plain you’re all dressed, for practicality over style. Yet Hela was strutting around in a silk scarf and flowing caftan.
“You think?” You sniff and rub your neck.
“Yes. We are not materialistic like the others,” Rin declares, “haven’t you noticed? Hela always says it is not the substance but the spirit.”
“I guess,” you tilt your head in consideration, “that makes sense. Those type don’t really need spirituality, they already have it all.”
“Please, I don’t need mascara to make me interesting,” Rin insists brusquely, “And you Mary, you are stunning. “
“Oh, it’s Maryam, please,” the other woman corrects her meekly, “and I uh, Hela suggested some moisturizer, it’s really helped my complexion.”
“You’re glowing,” Rin insists, “so, what do you think we’re going to do? I don’t think we’re staying here.”
“I don’t know, I…” you let your voice trail off as movement draws your attention. Another woman stares through the large arch of the doorway, she sways on her feet as she wrings her hands and looks around, “look, it’s Charisse.”
Rin and Maryam turn. The former is quick to flit over to the new guest and nearly drags her over by her arm.
“You remember these two, huh?” Rin says.
“Hi,” Charisse gives the same pathetic wave you did, her nervousness in her hands as she picks at the edge of her nail, tips chewed to the bit, “I’m so… happy to be here. I got so lost.”
“Me too,” Maryam giggles, “I nearly drove into a ditch. My mother would kill me. I had to beg her to borrow the car.”
“Oh, I would not like that rental bill,” Charisse scratches her arm, just below the hem of her cotton tee, “so, hiking?”
“Hmm?” You let out a curious noise.
“Yes, Hela said bring a rucksack so I think we’re going on a hike.”
“Yeah, that makes sense,” Maryam remarks with a hum, “I hate hiking.”
“Oh,” you swallow tightly, “I’ve started walking, Hela suggested it but I don’t really hike,” you turn and bend to gaze through the window, “the trails look like they’d be pretty steep.”
“Yeah, my gosh, I fall apart doing yoga,” Charisse titters as she touches her wide hips, “my sort of wellness is more facemasks and… champagne.”
You take another peek around the room. No skinny barbie dolls, no immaculate models, just very ordinary women. Including yourself and somehow you still feel lesser. Before you can turn back to the girls, another body tiptoes around the entryway.
“Who’s that?” Rin follows your eye line.
“Molly?” you murmur, “I think that’s her name.”
The girl’s dirty blond hair is bound in a long braid as she wears a peasant top over a pair of beige shorts. Not beyond the pail of the rest of the group. Hela nudges her as she appears beside her and the din of the room falls to silence as all stop to take in her indomitable presence.
“Well, girls, we are all accounted for,” she claps her hands as Molly drifts to the side, “I am so happy to have you all here at long last.”
A rabble of thank yous babbles in response and Hela preens, waving back the voices.
“Now, we are running a bit behind so let me make this short and sweet,” she declares, “I’ve invited all of you because you have proven yourselves to be my most devoted and diligent pupils. I have seen amazing growth in you all and you may consider this retreat both a reward and another step in your journey to self-actualization.”
You listen, keeping a small smile on your lips. You still find the language a bit flowery but you can’t lie and say you haven’t learned a lot from her. And you also met all these women and more. Your goal was to come out of your shell and Hela had a way of breaking through barriers.
“I want you to get to know each other, to encourage each other, love each other,” she drawls, “to support and embrace each other. We have a fabulous week planned, but first, we must get to our final destination.”
“I told you we weren’t staying,” Rin mutters under her breath and Maryam hushes her.
“Recall that I requested you bring a pack and your running shoes, hiking boots if you have them, and you will want to have a sweater at hand. It is bright and sunny now but it does get rather brisk after dark.”
“After dark? How far are we going?” Selina asks.
Hela’s cheek dimples and her mouth slants. She smirks at Selina, “good question, that is important. Always ask questions. Curiosity is a gift. But darling, let us get our things together and then we will get to that. I will be waiting for you all in the back,” she motions through the wall, “you will have your things ready and we will review our first activity.”
There's a slight lull before anyone moves. All but Hela who struts away without a second thought. You look at Maryam and she shrugs.
"Guess we go get our stuff," her eyes round, "I don't know, I hope we're not going that far."
"Um, hi," Molly edges over  "sorry, but… I forgot running shoes, do any of you have a spare?"
You give a strained show of your teeth. You only have one pair yourself. Rin and Maryam seem similarly sympathetic as they shake their heads.
"Hey," Selina stands from the couch, a tall brunette, probably as tall if not taller than Hela, "I have a spare but they might be a bit big. You could shove socks in the toes."
"Oh thanks!" Molly chimes, "you're a life saver. I was so anxious I almost forgot my wallet. Oh jeez, did I bring my toothbrush?"
Selina laughs at Molly's rambles as they leave, the size disparity a peculiar contrast. You follow out the train of shuffling feet and take your shoes from the mat, bending down the backs lazily before heading outside. You pop your trunk and haul out your camping pack.
You lean on the bumper as you replace your flats with the neon green sneakers. A bit tacky but they were cute and have little gems around the seams. Probably the most colourful piece you have.
"Hey, you do the prints, right?" Ashley comes up, a large sun hat over her tightly ringed hair.
"Um, yep, mostly commission work," you answer.
"That's so cool. I actually… I am just getting into digital art and was hoping to get some pointers."
"Ah, well… I'm no expert. I taught myself but sure," you say as you close the trunk and shoulder your bag, the weight already digging into your shoulders.
"Ash," Aisha comes up behind her, "you left these inside."
Ashley accepts the pair of round rimmed sunglasses and pops them on, "thanks."
"Aisha," you greet, "I'm remembering that right?"
"That's me," she beams, "so, where do you think we're going?"
"Not much up here," Charisse approaches from your other side.
"You think there's bears?" Molly asks as she passes with Selina.
"We should probably go," Maryam comes up behind you with Rin, "Hela’s waiting."
"Yeah," you agree, "I kinda just wanna get this over with so we can chill."
"Oh, shit," Ashley groans as she takes the lead, "you don't think we're camping, do you? I hate bugs!"
“Me too,” you add, “but maybe it’ll be fun.”
“I’ll kill bugs for you,” Rin scoffs, “I grew up with five brothers, they put ants in my pillow.”
“Oh, no,” Aisha scowls, “that’s nasty. I’m the youngest of three sisters so I’m the baby. I don’t do dirt.”
“Only child,” Maryam sniffs, “dad always wanted a son.”
“Oh, sorry,” Ashley touches her shoulder, “but I’m an only child too so maybe we can be sisters in spirit.”
“One brother, little brat, spoiled,” Charisse tuts, “gets everything he asks for and he’s a grown ass man.”
You carry on around the path that leads through a wooden gate, an iron archway overhead with the letters LL. You’re not entirely sure what they mean, likely some nickname for the getaway. There’s a gazebo in the back and a patio set of glass and iron. Hela stands further back where the trees loom behind her, over the lower fence across the rear of the yard.
“There you are girls,” she says as she stands near the table, a set of envelopes in varying colours across it, “so are we all set?”
Yes, yeah, uh huh, the response is out of sync and low. Curious eyes stare at the table as Hela’s mysterious air keeps you on edge. What on earth?
“So, darlings, we have a fun game. A sort of a race,” she begins, “and a bit of luck as well. You will each select an envelope and within there will be a map and a set of clues. But there is a catch.”
She raises a finger as her caftan ripples and gives a hint of her svelte figure beneath, “the map will only guide you to our final destination from that point which you will discover through your individual hints. Because each journey in life is unique you will have to work on your own, although there will be some opportunity to work together if you choose to.”
You peer over at Maryam and she gives a confused frown. It sounds like a lot. Charisse grimaces as well, no doubt worrying about getting lost again. 
“Um,” Selina raises her hand, “how long do you think this will take?”
“Don’t worry, dears, you will have water and some food for the trail,” Hela evades a direct answer, “so come grab an envelope and a bottle, and we will set out. The longer we stand and ask questions, the more time we waste. Trust me, we do not want to be out long after nightfall.”
“Shit,” Ashley breathes quietly.
Rin is the first to move forward. She claims the black envelope at the back of the row and Maryam follows uncertainly. You go after as the rest line up behind you. You take the plain white envelope with the trim of silver along the flap and a tall plastic bottle.
“Now, let us proceed to the starting point,” Hela announces, “and from there, you will open your packages and begin your journey.”
“What if we get hurt?” Molly asks as she flicks the corner of her purple envelope.
“You will have a whistle in your envelope, use that,” Hela explains dismissively, “but I don’t expect it likely, dear. Remember what do I say about worry?”
“I know, I’m sorry,” Molly pouts.
"I don't think there's any bears," Selina whispers to her, "they tend to avoid people anyway."
You tramp along with the rest of the party as the grass grows longer and uneven. As Hela leads you towards the trees, you feel an odd stirring in your gut. A coil of hot and cold, a tickle along your skull, akin to foreboding.
Doubt is self-sabotage, Hela always says. You're just too much in your head. You can handle a bit of walking.
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pahtoosh · 9 months
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hii hii
can you pretty please do an imagine where daddy lee is having playtime tickles with the little!reader (little age between a baby and two years old; like still in diapers) and lee knows they love ducks so when he baths the little he quacks at them
and when he goes to put the little to bed the little is jumping on the bed so he tickles them some more but he eventually feeds them a bottle and sings them five little ducks?
sorry if that’s confusing
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ducks and baths
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wc: 780 words
warnings: lee carries reader, mentions of wearing a diaper, lee gives you a bath, written on my phone while very sleepy
a/n: not confusing at all! ive never written for babyspace before, this was fun to try! please leave any feedback you may have. i would love to get better at this
pairing: lee bodecker x gn!little!reader
summary: Lee’s little is in babyspace. he plays with you before giving you a bath and a bottle.
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Lee ate his dinner while you played on the floor by his feet. He liked it better when you were in your play area with the cushioned mat and nets to keep you in, but you needed to be close to your daddy.
You would cry whenever he set you down and walked away. Finally, he put a blanket down on the kitchen floor with some toys and let you knock down blocks as he watched. Occasionally, he would reach down and make a really tall block tower for you to knock down. He loved hearing your giggles when the colorful wood squares came tumbling down on the fleece-covered linoleum.
You’d already had a bottle, because Lee insisted on feeding you before himself. Even if he spent all day at the station, he’d make sure his baby was taken care of before he even thought about himself. He finished his chicken pot pie and washed the dishes before coming to sit on the floor and play with you for a bit.
He kept making block towers and acting shocked when you knocked them over. He made so many silly faces and gave you a little kiss whenever you laughed, he just couldn’t help himself.
Before Lee knew it, it was getting late.
“C’mon, button. ‘S time for yer bath.” He held out his hands, expecting you to raise your arms so he could pick you up. “Arms up, sugar.”
You looked at your daddy and held out a block.
“No bath, huh? My baby doesn’t want a bath?”
You giggled.
“Well that jus’ won’t do.” Lee tickled you under your chin, making you laugh and squirm. “Stinky babies get tickled, you still wanna be stinky, huh? Still wanna refuse tha bath?”
While being tickled, you managed to say “Baaa.”
Lee stopped tickling you and held your chin in his hands. “What’s that? Ya wanna take a bath now?” He used his hold on your chin to make you nod. “Alright, let’s getcha clean.”
This time, you let Lee pick you up.
𓏲 ࣪₊♡
The water was perfectly warm and bubbly by the time Lee placed you in the tub. He tossed in your rubber duckies, grinning at your excited squeals.
Both of you loved bath toys. You loved playing with them and seeing the toys bob up and down in the water. It was especially fun bringing a duck to the very bottom of the tub and watching it rush to the top. Lee would also put bubbles on the ducks to make them look like they had beards or tall hair.
Lee loved the toys because it kept you entertained while he washed your skin and hair. Toys were also a fun way to bond with your little self. Lee would make an absolute fool of himself just to make sure you laugh and have fond memories of playing with him.
“What’s a duckie say, baby?”
“Wah!”
“That’s right, they say quack.”
You giggled.
“Ya think that’s funny? Quack quack.” Lee grabbed a few of your duckies and made them quack at each other. He ended the “duck fight” by dunking them in the water so they could calm down. Then, he traded the situation for a more peaceful playtime with the ducks swimming in harmony.
𓏲 ࣪₊♡
The water got cold and bath time was over. Lee patted you dry with a fluffy towel and put lotion and an overnight diaper on you before topping it off with a lightweight onesie. It was still summer in Knockemstiff, so he didn’t want anything that was too warm for you. You usually preferred onesies at night; the compression helped you to sleep and Lee would just change you in the morning when it got hotter.
Lee took a quick shower while you sat on the couch. He rarely let you watch TV, but he turned on the cartoon channel to make sure you didn’t go anywhere. You weren’t catching much of the screen anyway with how sleepy you were getting.
A few too many slow blinks left you leaned on the armrest with the corner of a blanket in your mouth. Lee finished his shower and chuckled to himself when he saw you chewing on the fabric. He gently removed it from your mouth and picked you up, carrying you to the rocking chair.
Lee ensured you were comfortable and reached for the bedtime bottle he prepared after his shower.
“Open up, baby. There ya go,” he whispered.
Lee softly kissed your forehead and rocked the chair as you drank. You fell asleep in your daddy’s arms while he hummed a tune.
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lunarbuck · 2 years
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Layin' Down the Law
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Pairing: Lee Bodecker x f!reader
WC: 4.7k
Summary: You’re never adventurous. Why not try something new at Lady Marmalade’s House of Tea and Jam?
Warnings: swearing, pet names [princess, angel, sweets], smut (p in v), oral (m and f receiving), s*x work, degradation/praise kink, dumbification, choking, handcuffs/restraint, overstimulation, spanking
A/N: Not only is this my first time writing for Lee but it’s also my first time writing about any sort of SW so please excuse any inaccuracies!! This was mega out of my comfort zone but i’m OBSESSED with how it turned out :))) please please please let me know what you think 💕
p.s. thank you to the lovely @purpleshallot and @mumbles411 for beta reading for me <3
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You sit at the bar, nervously stirring your cocktail. You breathe deeply through your nose, trying to calm yourself down. You’d made it this far; stepping into the house was the first step. Sitting at the bar was the second, and ordering a drink was the third. Step four is ordering one of the ‘services’ from the menu in front of you. 
Various names and images are organized neatly on the menu. All of the men are very attractive, and their assorted talents make butterflies flit around your belly. You remind yourself why you’re here. Tonight is all about getting out of your comfort zone and trying new things. 
You run your fingers along the text, searching for the perfect man. Your eyes fall upon one listed only as ‘The Sheriff.’ Even just from the photo, you can tell he is big and broad. His eyes are a beautiful blue, but there’s something darker there. There’s something in his gaze; you can’t seem to pull your eyes away from the photo. When you read his specialty, heat licks in your lower abdomen.
“See anything you like?” a woman asks from beside you. You quickly straighten up and stare at her. Your jaw falls open as you stare at the owner of this… establishment. You’re not too sure of the proper lingo.
“Oh, uh,” you stammer, trying to find your words. “Yes.” The woman, Lady Marmalade, smiles warmly at you and glances down at the menu in front of you.
“And which of my fine specimens has caught your eye?” she asks, running a long, perfectly manicured nail along the menu. You look back down at the photos and can’t help but be drawn to the Sheriff. Lady Marmalade must notice your fascination with the man because she lets out a contented sigh.
“He seems…” your voice fades out as you try to find the words to describe the man in the photo and the way he makes you feel even though you haven’t even met him.
“Would you like to meet him?” Your heartbeat thunders loudly in your ears, and you don’t realize you’re nodding until Lady Marmalade squeezes your shoulder and turns away. You quickly realize that she left with the intention of bringing the Sheriff over to you. After sitting in shock for a moment, you smooth out your shirt and skirt, trying to look a little more put together. 
“Evenin’ darlin’,” a man drawls from behind you. You slowly turn on the barstool and come face to face with the man from the photograph. He leans against the bar, the fabric of his pressed Sheriff’s uniform pulling around his muscular arms and broad chest. His hat is tilted just enough to cast a shadow over half of his face. You suck in a breath and catch yourself staring into his bright blue eyes.
“Good evening,” you whisper back. The Sheriff grins, and his tongue flicks out to wet his bottom lip. 
“My name is Lee, but I think you can guess what everyone calls me,” he says, an easy smile curving across his lips. 
“They call you the Sheriff,” you laugh nervously and try not to stare at his mouth too much. “I’m not really sure how this works,” you admit. This just makes the man in front of you chuckle as he adjusts his belt. His tummy bulges over the band of his pants in a way that makes your mouth water.
“I can help you with that,” Lady Marmalade interjects, placing a gentle hand on Lee’s shoulder. She explains how payment works, the rules of the house, and makes sure you understand that your comfort is of the utmost importance. You nod along with her but find it hard to focus entirely on her words because of Lee’s heated stare. 
Once everything is settled, the Sheriff reaches out and takes your hand in his, and leads you up the stairs to his room. Despite the dim lighting, you can see the dark wood of the furniture spread around the room. The large bed takes up quite some space, but still, there is a small sitting area in one corner, what looks like a desk in the other, and a few books stacked on a nightstand.
The Sheriff walks you to the sitting area and helps you into one of the plush leather chairs. He takes the seat across from you, and you wait quietly for his next move.
“So,” Lee begins, leaning back in his chair. His legs are spread, and his arms stretch out on the armrests. “What brought you in this evening?” You fiddle with the hem of your skirt for a moment as you formulate your answer.
“I’m trying to do something new,” you reply quietly, averting your eyes from Lee’s powerful gaze. 
“You’ve never done something like this before?” he asks, tilting his head. You glance up at him while keeping your head down. Everything this man does is attractive; you can’t help but be drawn in.
“No,” you answer. One of Lee’s eyebrows ticks up.
“Well then, you should always have a safe word. Somethin’ you wouldn’t say normally. If you don’t like what I’m doin’ or just need to stop, you say red, and I stop. No questions, no judgment. That sound okay?”
“Yes,” you reply, sighing with a bit of relief. At least he knows what he’s doing.
“In this room, you will call me Sir or Sheriff. You got that?” His words are sharp but hold no malice. He speaks sweetly, understanding where your nerves are coming from.
“Yes, Sir,” you squeak, feeling yourself getting wetter and wetter with the use of his title. 
“Good girl,” he replies with a grin. Lee stands and rests his hands on his hips, staring down at you. “But seein’ you in this outfit makes me wonder if you really are such a good girl.” His voice turns raspy and deep; it sends vibrations through your chest.
You turn your attention to your skirt. You’ll admit it’s a little short, but you don’t think it’s too bad. It’s plaid, almost school-girl-looking. You’d chosen it because it’s comfortable, but now you can see why maybe it would send the wrong message.
“You don’t like it?” you ask in a small voice, fiddling with its hem. You hear the shuffle of fabric, and suddenly Lee’s large shadow looms over you. He has shrugged off his blue Sheriff’s jacket, leaving him only in a white button-down and his slacks. Lee runs his hand along his jaw, the scruff on his chin making the perfect scratching noise against his calloused hands.
“I love it, princess, but I can’t have you walkin’ around lookin’ like this. What would people think?” You shift nervously, rubbing your thighs together without thinking about it. 
“I’m not sure, Sheriff,” you say quietly. Lee crouches down and catches your gaze, captivating you.
“They’d give that skirt one look and think you’re a whore,” he says, practically purring at you. Something in your belly twitches when the word ‘whore’ rolls off his tongue. You’ve never liked the sound of that word, but when he says it… it sounds incredible.
“A whore?” Your heart speeds up in your chest; you know you’re breathing heavily. 
“A whore,” he confirms, reaching up to take his hat off. “You want everyone to think you’re a whore?” the Sheriff asks sincerely. 
You shake your head. You don’t want people to think that, no.
Lee chuckles lightly and shakes his head. “But you are a whore, aren’t you, princess?” Your eyes go wide as you suck in a shaky breath.
“No, Sir,” you reply. You don’t think you’re a whore; in fact, most people would say you’re quite the opposite.
Lee just hums, seeming to think he didn’t need to respond. Instead, he stands and begins to unbuckle his belt. You can see he’s already hard; his erection is pressed against his waistband in a way that looks almost painful. From the outline of his dick in his pants, you can tell that he’s big, bigger than anything you’ve ever experienced.
Lee slides his belt out of the loops and drops it on the chair behind him. You watch, unable to pull your eyes away from the movement. He smiles and reaches out, running his hand down your jaw to grip your chin in a few of his fingers.
“But tonight, you’re my little whore, aren’t you?” he teases, pulling your bottom lip down with his thumb. You nod, hypnotized by the Sheriff’s deep blue eyes. “Yes, you are,” he breathes. Using his grip on your chin, Lee coaxes you up out of your chair to stand in front of him. He is a mountain of a man, and despite the height your shoes give you, you still have to crane your head to look at his face. 
The Sheriff lets his fingers travel across your face, down your neck, and to your chest. His hands rest on your upper ribs, palms pressing ever so slightly against the edge of your breasts. Your breath hitches as you watch his grin spread, showing off the sharp edge of one of his canines.
His hands are heavy on you as they run along your body, but you welcome the pressure, his touch. Lee drinks you in, devouring every inch of you with a heated gaze. You do the same to him. The way his shirt stretches over his shoulders, his chest, his belly, it’s all so perfect. You find yourself wanting to lick every inch of him, to show him just how much you love his body, but for some reason, you can’t get yourself to reach out to him. His large hands cup your breasts from outside your shirt. You want to feel his skin against yours so badly.
Something takes over your mind, and before you can stop yourself, you sink to your knees in front of the Sheriff. You gaze up at him from your spot on the floor, and he smirks down at you, petting your hair and brushing it from your face. 
“Whatcha doin’ down there?” He asks, cocking his head. You shift your gaze away from his eyes and to the bulge in his pants that is now in front of your face. 
“Wanna make you feel good,” you whisper, barely able to hear your own words. You let your hands trail up his legs, and when you reach the button on his pants, you hear him suck in a breath. You flick open the button a moment later and drag down his zipper, revealing a pair of plaid boxers. You hook your fingers in the waistband of his pants and tug them down his legs before looking back up at Lee for his approval.
“You wanna make me feel good, angel?” The Sheriff pats your head again, pushing you slightly toward the tented fabric in front of you. “Then do it. Show me how much you want my cock. Suck my dick like the pretty little whore you are.” Wetness pools in your panties at his words. 
Lee helps you remove his boxers, and the second they’re down past his ass, his cock is in your face. It’s big, just like the rest of him, and your mouth waters at the sight. Your eyes track his movement as he slides a condom over his length.
The Sheriff’s fingers tangle in your hair, lightly scratching your scalp as you lick up his shaft, base to tip. You take a moment to swirl your tongue along the tip of his cock as you mentally prepare yourself to take him into your throat. You’ve never seen a dick this big; you’re not sure what you’ve gotten yourself into now.
You sink your mouth down on his cock, taking him inch by inch, but you know the Sheriff wants you to go faster. His grip on your hair tightens as his restraint gets to its tipping point. You gag around his dick, and he snaps, pressing your head down further and further until your nose is nestled against the base of his dick. Your throat protests the intrusion, but you won’t lie; you love the way it feels to have him controlling your movements, to have his cock so far in your mouth.
After letting you adjust to his size for a moment, Lee starts to guide your head up and down, using you like a toy. He fucks your face, not caring about letting you breathe or the sound of you gagging.
“Your throat is so tight, princess. It’s squeezin’ me so hard. What a good little whore for me,” he grunts, holding you down at the base of his dick again. You moan around his cock and when you come up for air you try to speak, but he pushes your head back down. “Don’t talk with your mouth full. It’s rude.”
One of your hands grips the Sheriff’s thigh while your dominant hand drifts down to between your thighs, finding your clit. The second you make contact with your pussy you moan around his cock. Sucking him off has gotten you so worked up that you feel like you could come any minute.
Your fingers work your clit in tight circles, bringing you to your peak almost instantly, but Lee pulls away just as you’re about to fall over the edge. He steps back abruptly and crouches down, yanking your arm away from your pussy.
Lee chuckles as you take heaving breaths, rubbing your thighs together to get any friction back. He tuts at you and stands, tugging you along with him. He drags you to the bed and tosses you onto the mattress, causing you to bounce a few times.
From the feral look in his eyes, you know you’ve done something wrong. The Sheriff reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a pair of shiny, silver hand-cuffs.
“What’re those for,” you ask, licking your lips. Your hands grip the bedsheets, and your body hums with nerves. You know what he’s going to do, but you want to hear him say it first.
“Did I tell you you could touch yourself?” He asks, stalking toward you. He opens one of the cuffs and grabs your wrist, fastening the manacle tightly. The Sheriff does the same with your other wrist, connecting the cuffs, so your hands are stuck behind your back. The cuffs are almost too tight, and there is almost too much pressure on your shoulders, but you don’t care. It feels so good.
You’ve never lived out these fantasies before. You’ve only thought about them in the privacy of your home. No partner ever knew about the depth of your depravity, but having the Sheriff call you a whore, having him cuff you, it makes your head spin. It’s perfect.
“No, Sir,” you reply, trying to maintain eye contact with the intimidating man in front of you. 
“So why the fuck were you touching that pretty pussy of yours?” He grips your chin between his fingers and tilts your head back, exposing your throat. Lee’s other hand circles around your throat, squeezing it just enough so you feel it, but he doesn’t choke you.
“I wanted to come,” you say weakly, watching the heat of lust grow in his eyes.
“What a greedy girl,” he says, bringing his face close to yours. The Sheriff uses his grip on your throat to push you back against the mattress. “Such a dumb fucking whore,” he teases, positioning you on the bed so you’re on your stomach and your ass is in the air.
You feel the mattress dip behind you. Lee kneels behind you and runs his large hands over the backs of your legs and your ass. “You wanna come, right?”
Even with your face pressed into the sheets, you moan loudly. “Yes, Sir.”
“That’s all you can think about, huh?” the Sheriff asks, flipping your skirt up to expose your panties and ass. “It’s the only thing your dumb whore brain can think of. Coming.” You whimper at his words, loving the way he speaks to you.
Your only response is to gasp, unable to formulate something to say.
“I don’t think you deserve to come,” he says, slapping your ass harshly. “You gotta earn that.” Lee shifts behind you, and a moment later, you feel the head of his cock press against the back of your thigh. You can’t help but wiggle your hips in anticipation of what is to come. He was so big in your mouth; you have no idea how you’ll take him in your pussy.
“Please,” you whimper, stretching out your fingers, hoping to grasp onto anything. The Sheriff spanks you again and positions his cock at your wet entrance. 
“That’s right, sweets, beg for me to fuck you like the whore you are.” You feel yourself getting wetter at the thought, and you arch your back even more.
“Please, Sheriff, please fuck me. I need your cock so bad,” you moan wantonly. 
“Good girl.” Lee presses into you and doesn’t bother to give you time to adjust to his size. His cock stretches you out so much that you swear he’s going to split you in half. Your breath hitches when you feel the press of his hips against your ass. 
“Oh my god,” you shudder, feeling your pussy pulse around his thick cock. You can practically feel every ridge, every vein; you’re so sensitive. The Sheriff reaches down and presses his hand against the back of your neck, pushing you further into the mattress.
“Your pussy feels so good around my cock, princess. You’re taking me so well.” The hand that isn’t around your throat snakes down to circle your clit. The pressure is perfect, and you buck back against Lee’s hips. 
He sets a brutal pace that takes your breath away and doesn’t give you a chance to think. His hips snap against your ass, pressing his cock so deep in you that you can feel him in your throat. Lee brings you right up to the edge, but he doesn’t let you cum. Every time you think he’s going to give it to you, he lets up on your clit. 
“Sheriff, please, please,” you beg, sounding pathetic. The Sheriff bites out a laugh and takes his hand off your neck to spank you a few times.
“You don’t get to come until I say you do. I’m the law around here, princess. You do as I fuckin’ say.” You nod as best you can as he pulls out and switches where you’re positioned. Lee lifts your shoulders and sits against the headboard, legs out in front of him. “Come ride my cock,” he says sternly. You shuffle on your knees over to him, and he helps you position your knees on the outside of his lap.
The Sheriff holds his cock up for you as you sink down, inch by inch, until you’re fully seated on top of him. Your head tilts back as you moan, feeling him even deeper inside you than before. Lee leans his head back against the headboard, and his fingers flick open the buttons of your top, leaving it open to expose your bra. 
You start to rock your hips as the Sheriff unfastens your bra, smiling at how it opens in the front as if you’d thought it all through earlier. Lee’s hands cup your tits, and his fingers pinch your nipples, sending shockwaves through you. 
“Fuck,” you moan, grinding your clit against the base of his cock. Lee’s hands shift to grab your hips, lifting you and pushing you down over and over again on his dick. You love the way he uses you, the way he takes his pleasure from you. 
“Show me how much you want my cock, angel. Show me what a fucking slut you are.” You take over the movements, rocking your hips and fucking the Sheriff. He lets his hands roam your body, groping and pinching at your sensitive spots while you bounce on his cock. “Tell me how much you love taking my cock,” he grunts, threading his hands through your hair.
“Mmh– I– fuck,” you babble, unable to come up with a coherent thought. The Sheriff smirks and laughs, low and deep.
“You’re so fuckin’ drunk on my cock that you can’t think, huh?” he taunts, putting on a patronizing voice. “Such a dumb little cockwhore.” Tears prick in the corners of your eyes; being on edge for so long is getting to be too much. You’re sensitive and so, so ready to come. 
You open your mouth again and attempt to speak, but nothing comes out. You just pant, working his cock hard.
“So fuckin’ pretty like this, princess. I love watching my cock disappear in your perfect pussy. You’re being such a good whore for me.” You bite out a moan and pick up your pace, trying to prove that you’re worthy of coming. 
“Sheriff,” you whimper, feeling yourself about to fall over the edge. “Please, please, please,” you chant, praying to Lee for your orgasm.
“You wanna come?” He asks, tugging your hair to tilt your head down close to his. A tear slips down your cheek, and you moan loudly as the Sheriff licks it up, trailing his tongue along your face. “You wanna come on my cock?”
“Please.” Your voice is hoarse and scratchy, but Lee hears. He flips you around, so you’re on your back, arms pressed almost painfully into the mattress. The pain seems to push you that much closer to the edge. He leaves one hand tangled in your hair, and the other reaches around your neck, choking you. You suck in breaths as he pounds into your pussy, the sounds of your arousal and his panting music to your ears.
“Come on, baby, come like the fucking whore you are.” Lee shakes you a bit, slamming you into the mattress, and the impact pushes you over the edge. You come on a scream, convulsing and shaking like a woman possessed. 
“Oh my god,” you moan, wrapping your legs around the Sheriff’s torso. He fucks you through your orgasm to the point where you’re almost too sensitive to take him.
Your face twists up as you resist the urge to tell him to stop. Even though it’s a lot, it still feels so good.
“Good girl, sweets,” he whispers, not slowing down his thrusts. He removes his hand from your throat and brings it down to your clit, rubbing it in quick, tight circles. You moan loudly and bite your lip as Lee laughs at your sensitivity. “What, you can’t take it? I thought you were gonna be a good whore for me tonight.”
You shake your head; you’ll be good. “I can take it, Sir,” you croak, staring into his striking blue eyes.
“Then you can give me another one.” Lee changes up his pace, slowing down but pressing his cock further into your pussy to go even deeper as his fingers continue stroking your clit. Even though you just came, you’re right back on the edge, the band in your belly about to snap. 
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you whisper, choking on your words. Lee’s body presses into you, lifting your legs up around his shoulders so his chest can rest on yours. He bends you in half, and it feels so fucking good. 
“That’s it, come again like the fucking slut you are.” At his command, you explode, white heat shooting down your spine. Lee’s pace falters, and you know he’s also about to finish. You clamp down on his dick, squeezing him hard. He growls and bites your shoulder as he comes, moaning loudly into your ear. 
After a moment, Lee sits up, but he doesn’t pull out. He runs his hands down your torso, gripping your tits and hips, leaving bruises for you to discover tomorrow. “You made a mess,” he says, eyes trailing down to where he’s still seated inside of you.
You pant, tongue wetting your bottom lip. Just from the look in his eyes, you know what he’s going to tell you.
“Clean it up.” Lee pulls out and stands near the edge of the bed. He grabs your hair and tugs you, so you’re kneeling on the floor in front of him. His cock drips with your combined arousal, and your mouth waters at the sight.
With your hands still cuffed, you have no assistance getting his dick into your mouth. You clumsily maneuver around his cock, bumping your face into the head a few times. The Sheriff just laughs and watches, holding your hair in his hands. When you finally latch onto his dick, you taste yourself on him and moan.
“You like that, huh? You like how your cum tastes on my cock?” You nod around his dick, licking the underside of him to clean him up. Despite just coming, he’s still semi-hard, and you love how he feels in your mouth.
You’ve never felt so used, but in this moment, you feel so so good. It’s like Lee can read your mind; he knows all of your dirtiest fantasies and makes them come true. You’re not sure how you’re going to go back to normal guys after this.
The Sheriff guides your head off of his cock and crouches down to be at eye-level with you. You stare into his deep blue eyes, which are nearly black at this point, but they still suck you in. His round face is tinged pink, and a bead of sweat drips from his brow. The way he looks at you is primal, like he wants you to hunt you down and break you.
You’d let him.
You feel a wave of pleasure run through you at the thought. Lee must notice because a grin creeps across his face. You watch as he stands and walks to the dresser, where he picks up a small silver key. The Sheriff steps behind you, uncuffing your hands. Your wrists are sore, but you don’t mind.
“You did such a good job, angel,” he says, helping you stand up. Your legs are wobbly, so he holds you against his side to support you. “Lemme show you how much I ‘preciate your hard work.” The Sheriff walks you over to the bed and helps you lay down on your back. Your arms reach out to your sides, feeling the soft fabric of the sheets below you. Your whole body is so sensitive. Your skin tingles from all the sensations.
Your legs hang off the side of the bed, and you watch as the Sheriff kneels down between your parted thighs, placing your legs over his shoulders. He is face to face to your pussy, breath fanning over the sensitive skin. You choke back a moan, unprepared for what is to come.
Lee presses sweet kisses to your inner thighs before letting his tongue wander to your clit. He groans against your pussy, sending vibrations through your whole body. You can’t hold back the moan that practically erupts from you this time.
“Oh my god,” you whine, legs wrapping around the Sheriff’s head. His strong hands grip the tops of your thighs, holding you in place while he licks and sucks your pussy.
“Taste so fuckin’ good,” he whispers, kissing your legs again. “Can’t ever get enough.” Lee’s talented tongue laps you up and brings you right to your peak. Goosebumps surface on your skin, and you shiver as he grips your thighs tighter.
“Please, Sheriff,” you beg wantonly, needing to come just one more time, though you doubt you’ll ever quench your newfound thirst for the incredible man on his knees in front of you.
“Come for me, angel, come on.” The Sheriff circles your clit with his tongue and sucks it between his teeth, grazing your sensitive spot ever so slightly. It sends you over the edge into the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever had. Your vision goes white, and your whole body curls in on itself. Lee smiles against your pussy and sweetly kisses your clit.
“Holy fuck,” you whisper, catching your breath. The Sheriff situates himself on the bed and helps you sit between his legs. You curl against his broad shoulders, his belly providing the perfect cushion for you. He holds you close and rubs your back as you come down from the post-orgasm high you’d been floating in.
“How do you feel?” Lee asks, letting his fingers drift over your skin.
“Like I need to do this more often.”
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georgiapeach30513 · 9 months
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What role would you like to see Chris play next?
I've been on an Indiana Jones binge this weekend...it got me thinking about Chris in a similar role.....perhaps an adventureous astrophysicist
I would love to see Chris in more of a fathering role. I have been very vocal about Andy being my favorite character and why. I love the protectiveness of Andy. I love that his morals and duty became skewed because he had a need to protect his son. His job became secondary to his natural instinct to be a father.
Something we haven’t seen from him is a psychological thriller. Not campy horror, not gore, but that creepiness factor. I would love that. The things that make you think. To me something along the lines of Seven. I also love him as a cop, it’s my authority kink.
I do think he’s funny. So his friends telling him that he’s not need to suck my big toe. He was good in What’s Your Number. Him and Anna had chemistry. Can we get some more of that? I didn’t hate Ghosted. I’ve watched it multiple times. But I wish that it would have leaned more into the parody side of things. I think that’s what Chris was going for, Ana…it had a more serious tone to it. But imagine it really played up the camp? Make fun of the action/romcom.
I honestly would like to see him in a musical. That doesn’t seem to be the course in Hollywood these days, but things get recycled constantly. Even a jukebox musical! I wish they would stop remaking things. So something new and fresh, in the vein of Moulin Rouge.
While I LOVE Sebastian as Lee Bodecker, and I think Andy Barber was the superior choice for Chris, I sometimes wonder what he would have done with that character. I can’t see anyone but Seb in that role now. But it makes one wonder. Plus, him suggesting Sebastian for the role is precious. I love them.
The bigger question is what everyone else would like to see him in? I would like to see him shift his career further from action. It seems he wants to as well. Broaden your horizons, Christopher. But take chances. That is the best part of being in Marvel, he is given the opportunity to take risks with his career. Now, I want to see that come to fruition.
So what is everyone else’s thoughts?
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branded-witha-j · 2 years
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You go to church with the sheriff, he's there every Sunday, hearing the word, same as you. Your mama says it's not proper, for your face to heat up and your belly to tingle every time he tips his hat in your direction asking in that low drawl if there's anything he can do for you. You know she wouldn't approve of you and him at the drive-in with no chaperone--but he's the sheriff for goodness sake! And if you're not safe with the sheriff, then who are you safe with?
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Congrats on 7k! Thank you for the prompt and here is my submission for the Monkey's Paw challenge. This is my first time doing a writing challenge and I had so much fun writing this for everyone. I hope you enjoy it! 🖤
18+ only! No minors! This is a dark fic!
• Dark!Sheriff Bodecker x naive!reader •
• Word Count: 1.3k •
•Warnings: dub/non-con, age gap (reader is of age), manipulation, degradation, dumbification, loss of virginity, breeding, southern grammar where I throw a bunch of apostrophes and the letter A around to make it sound twangy, stuff where Lee is being Lee. •
•Summary: You're his buttercup and he can't wait to pick ya. •
Beta read by @nocturne-pisces 🖤
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Hell is empty and all the devils are here. - William Shakespeare, The Tempest
Sheriff Bodecker's gaze creates a flush of heat that you can't never seem to hide, your Mama none too happy every time he tips his hat in your direction. She liked to say that ‘the Devil lives among us, disguised with lies and saccharine temptation’, and that's how she sees the Sheriff, uneasy ‘bout his intentions with you.
He always takes the pew in the back, his gaze eventually falling on you, and remaining there for the entire service. Lee Bodecker is a weekly repentant devil with a badge, also known as the most powerful man in Ross County. His smile is a little too broad for some folks, but for you it's as sweet and tart as a wild blackberry ripened to perfection on a thick bramble. His temptation is swollen fruit on a vine, his thorns hidden and ready to snag skin.
He gives you buttercups, each one pressed between the pages of your worn bible every Sunday night. He does it when your Mama is somewhere catchin' up on the weekly gossip, tucking the yellow wild flower within your hair as honeyed words fall from his wicked lips.
"When’re you gonna let me take ya out, buttercup?"
He's persistent, but gentle about it, each picked flower and brief touch winning you over more and more, until your Mama's words are all but forgotten.
He always smells of smoky aftershave and a cigarette he sneaked off to have after Sunday service. But it's hypnotizing, even just the slightest whiff of tobacco in passing on Main Street makin' you think about him. And, boy, do you ache for the attention of Lee Bodecker. He's made sure of it, each brush of his fingertips bringing you closer until his words are exhaled hotly in your ear.
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The heat is sweltering, a hand wafted in front of the face only stirrin' the hot air around. The smell of drive-in popcorn and burgers is almost nauseating, a much needed reprieve given in the sound of your name. It's the Sheriff, and the sight of him sauntering up with his hands on his belt has a coil tightening within your belly. It's a feeling you can't get used to, a sensation only associated with him.
He gets you away from your friends with a fib about your Mama, something about her needing you home. He escorts you by the arm to his cruiser, the white car tucked away in a secluded corner of the lot. When he tucks you into the passenger seat, you expect him to do as he said he would and take you home, but the engine remains silent.
"Sheriff Bodecker?"
He says nothin' for a few seconds, pulling off his campaign hat for safekeeping on the backseat. You don't quite understand what's going on and a fresh buttercup presents itself under your nose, a delighted look crossing your face.
"A buttercup for my buttercup."
He tucks it away into your hair, the little bloom forgotten as soon as his lips ghost along your jaw, your hands coming up to brace at his broad chest. You can feel the starch in his shirt and the pointed tips of his badge, your world flipped as he lays you on your back against the bench seat.
"Sheriff–" His palm silences you, a click of his tongue emphasizing his disapproval as he shakes his head.
Keeping you gagged, his other hand slips up beneath your skirt, bunching it up to expose your cotton panties. Fingers trace along your thigh and you tense, whimpering against his palm.
"Shhh, buttercup. I just wanna make ya feel good."
His thorns snag your flesh, pulling you in deep, and when the metallic jangle of his belt fills the narrow space, your thighs try to clap together. You trap his hand between them and gasp as his fingers touch you for the first time, rubbin’ against the damp cotton.
"Why you wet? You'a whore for ya Sheriff?"
He keeps your legs parted with his hips and the gentle man you once knew is truly the devil as he tears down your panties, letting them hang from one ankle. He releases your mouth to work his pants down, gripping himself as his tip drags against your swollen cunt.
"Sheriff...Lee... my Mama won't–" A sharp pinch cuts off your words, and a whine is released into the collar of his shirt, the seat creaking as he slams himself deep. You try to speak again, but his hand returns to your mouth, steel blue eyes looking into yours as he snarls.
"Shut your fuckin' mouth." Eyes well with tears and he punctuates each word with a thrust. "You're mine, buttercup, and there ain't a goddamn thing that Mama a’yours is gonna do about it."
The Devil is inside you and you invited him in with your sweet smile and melodic laughter. You pant and clutch to the Sheriff, his mouth hot at your ear as you cry out for a God that ain't listenin’ no more.
"I'm gonna fill this hot 'lil snatch up. Send ya home to your Mama with my cum drippin' out of ya." His words make you clench, and you don't understand why, his groan of satisfaction vibrating through you. "You want my baby, dontcha? Stupid girl too goddamn dumb to listen to her Mama. I'm gonna fill ya up nice and full. You want that, buttercup? Want me to put my baby in ya?"
He fucks you. Not the slow, gentle way you always imagined, but frantic and bittersweet. He burns with every thrust of his hips, your cries of his name making his eyes roll back in head. He revels knowing this was worth the wait, worth all the sweet-talkin', worth every buttercup plucked from the dirt. 
"Oh, God-" His tongue delves into your mouth to swallow your cry for deliverance, showing you that he's the only one you should be worshipping.
"I knew you was a tight 'lil bitch the second I seen ya. Just perfect for the pickin'. Gonna make the perfect little housewife."
The heat that spreads through your gut is as hot as the brimstone and hellfire you pray nightly to avoid. But you're lost to it, the forked tongue of temptation burning his mark within your womb, claiming you as his for eternity. The Sheriff is silenced by his violent release, thrusting until every last drop of his seed is where it belongs.
The windows have fogged up, condensation turning them opaque. You don't know what time it is, if the movie is still playing, or if you should cry. As the Sheriff lifts himself from you, head ducking down to watch you separate, he groans at the sight of his cum spillin’ from your pretty, sore, fucked-out cunt.
"I filled ya up good, buttercup." He falls back against the driver's door with a loud exhale, reaching down to tuck himself away before tugging his pants back on. You move to sit up, but he clicks his tongue, nudging you back down onto the seat. "I just wanna look atcha. For just a bit longer."
You feel his hand trailing along your leg and the panties danglin’ from your ankle are balled up in his fist to be shoved away in his pant's pocket. You want to protest, knowin’ your Mama will notice they're missing, but he shakes his head, telling you they're his now.
"You're all mine, or did ya forget already?" He starts the cruiser, rolling down his window to see through the fog, and looks down at where you still lie beside him. "I think it's time we tell your Mama you ain't her little girl anymore. You belong to me now."
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caffiend-queen · 1 year
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Masterlist: Caffiend’s Spooky As Fuck Halloween Recommendation Masterlist
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Thirty-one days of Halloween horrors (and whores, I’m looking at you, Ransom!) completed! Please show our Tumblr besties the love they deserve for their hard work!
I’m gathering all my favorite spooky, sexy Halloween reads from my favorite authors here on Tumblr and AO3. All the really genius ones! In one super tasty bundle. Who loves you? Who’s your spooky Mama? Read on for Dark Loki, Dark Steve Rogers, Dark Bucky Barnes, Vampire!Loki, Cult Leader Steve Rogers, Incubus!Loki, the Winter Soldier and more.
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1. Rapacity - Vampire Loki
@nildespirandum‘s genius Vampire Loki tale, sexy, scary, angsty as fuck.
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2.  Danse Macabre - Scary Prophet Bucky Barnes
@imanuglywombat’s terrifying and sexy Bucky and he’s not wearing anything under that robe...
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3.  Run Like Hell - relentless Winter Soldier
@navybrat817′s terrifying and sexy Winter Soldier tell you to run. DO IT.
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4.  Come One, Come All. - Dark, terrifying Loki
@lokislastlove sexy, terrifying Funhouse Loki, but it’s not fun for anyone IN his Funhouse. Except for you.
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5. Proserpina - Dark, Old God Steve Rogers
@boxofbonesfic and a terrifying descent into an underground prison.
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6. Glory, Amen - Old One Steve Rogers
@punemy-spotted and another terrifying descent into Old Ones best forgotten.
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7. Destiny - Dark, Sexy, Sadistic Loki
@mdemontespan1667′s sexy, scary Loki. And spiders.
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8. 30 Days of Debauchery - kinky sexy as fuck Lokl
@myoxisbroken’s excellent “kink a day” masterpiece
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9. Rose Red All Hallow’s Eve - gritty Curtis Everett
@sweater-daddiesdumbdork’s scary-ass ride with Curtis Everett.
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10.  A Hex of Infinite Binding - Incubus Loki
@nildespirandum’s sexy as fuck Incubus Loki. In black. Leather. Pants.
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11. One, or the Other -  Sir Thomas Sharpe and Vampire Adam, OLLA
@caffiend-queen’s filthy musing of one or both of these men impregnating you.
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12. Silver Exposure - Dystopian Avengers featuring Pitch Black Steve and Charcoal Grey Bucky.
@xsapphirescrollsx and her terrifying and extremely vivid tale of what happens when you fuck with time travel.
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13. One Fateful Christmas - Andy Barber wants you and He Is Deeply Displeased. Also, a blizzard.
@americasass81 and her jolly little Christmas nightmare (dream come true depending on your point of view.)
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14. Made For Me - Spine-tingling terror when you realize the life you planned was not the one you were going to get. Mitigating factor: lots of sex with Bucky.
@saiyanprincessswanie’s tasty, terrifying tale.
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15. Honey Trap - Sweet, sexy beekeeper Steve Rogers isn’t the sweet guy everything in your little town thinks he is...
@threeminutesoflife’s dark and deliciously twisted Steve. And a toaster.
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16. A Summoning From The Depths - An Incubus!Loki Story
@nildespirandum’s Kinktober offering for Incubus!Loki and Witch Nora. With bonus cloven hooves goodness.
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17. Dark Commander - Scary-ass Hydra Captain America
@jtargaryen18′s brilliant tale of who Hydra’s vision of Captain America would be
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18.  I Dream at Night I Can Only See Your Face Roomate!Bucky Barnes
@thedarkplume’s dark, tasty tale of cupcakes and unrequited love. Be careful what you ask for...
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19. Next Station - dark, ruthless Loki
@the-soulofdevil  a different retelling of what should have happened with Loki on Lamentis.
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20. Monstrous - deranged Vampire Loki
@maiden-of-asgard’s terrifying, half-mad Vampire Loki and the Light Elf imprisoned with him.
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21.  Can’t Run, Can’t Hide - terrifying Mafia!Bucky
@angrythingstarlight’s dark and sexy tale of what happens when you think you can leave Mafia Bucky.
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22.  Concrete Jungle Rapunzel - insidious, dark Bucky
@imanuglywombat’s stark, heartbreaking tale of what it’s like to be loved too much.
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23. Landlocked - Dark Andy Barber and a Selkie
@tonarinotogepi’s tale of what happens when Dark Andy Barber captures a Selkie
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24,  To Love and To Hold - Sheriff Lee Bodecker and his sweet wife
@sagechanoafterdark How long can you be married to a monster like Lee Bodecker before his evil sinks into you?
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25.  Scare Tactics - Delicious Chris Evans distracting you.
Chris Evans, you, a spooky movie and his spectacular sexytime skills, courtesy of @jennmurawski13
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26. Wilfords Demands and other Darkish!Curtis fics
@sweater-daddiesdumbdork’s sexy, scary tales of Gladiator, Impregnator Curtis Everett.
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27. The Cult - Cult Leader Steve and too-trusting Bucky
@queenoftheworldisdead’s spooky tale of Cult Leader Steve wanting something Bucky has... his new wife.
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28.  Murder, He Wrote - sinister as fuck Ransom Drysdale
@what-is-your-plan-today’s terrifying tale of a celebrity haunted mansion and the reporter sent to cover it.
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29. Perfection - emotionally torn and hot as balls Sir William Sharpe
@nildespirandum’s epic tale of pain, longing, loss, genuine terror and the power of love.
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30. Wet - shamelessly delicious Jonathan Pine
@devikafernando​’s decisive and shameless Jonathan Pine knows exactly how to get you wet. 
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31. Pain - pitch black Loki
Minnie Rose shows just how angry Loki can be after escaping the clutches of Thanos. And you’re right there to lavish the wildly complicated upon your helpless body.
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thebunnyslibrary · 1 year
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MATCH GAME
summary | Just a slice of life drabble with my favorite game show from the 70s
warnings | None!
word count | 1300
pairings | Lee Bodecker x Reader
A/N | First official post on the new writing blog!! If you have not seen the original match game, I HIGHLY advise checking it out. There are some jokes that obviously don't hold up today; but it had some of the best stars on it, including Betty White! It also had two amazing queer celebrities; Charles Nelson Reilly and Fannie Flagg! You can watch it here!
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  “Come on Lee!” You called from the living room. “It’s starting!”
                “I’m coming, baby. Just had to get a few pieces of candy.” He came into the living room dressed in lounge pants and light grey t-shirt that hugged his belly. Though it was only the first week of September, a chill hung in the air. You were in a mid-length night dress.  The two of you were settling in for your Friday night; which meant a new episode of Match Game.
The two of you loved to snuggle in and watch some of the best stars of the day try to match some of the silliest answers. Lee’d picked up your favorites from the diner on the way home for supper, and it was the perfect start to a long weekend together.  He’d managed to fenagle Monday off and you were going to start teaching on Tuesday.
                “C’mere baby.” Lee sat in his recliner but opened his arms. You smiled and moved from your seat on the couch and onto his lap. His warm hug felt so cozy, he always seemed to be the perfect temperature to cuddle.
                “Nipsey Russell…Brett Somers… Charles Nelson Reilly…Betty White…Richard Dawson… and Fannie Flagg!” the announcer’s voice introduced the celebrity panelists.
                “Oh, Fannie’s my favorite!” You turned to Lee. “You know one of those gossipy newspapers at the supermarket said she started living with that writer Rita Mae Brown. The one who writes the poetry book I like.”
Lee chuckled. “That don’t surprise me too much. You remember the sweater she wore with the eggs over her chest? Woman is something special. Much like someone else I know.” He gave you a little kiss to your cheek.
                As the two of you kept watching, Lee did as he usually did when you two cuddled. Drove you mad with his teasing touches and kisses. His favorite was just to slightly scratch on your exposed thigh. Making you wiggle just enough you could feel his hard cock. Not to mention the occasional kisses. You tried to stay focused on the show but he made it almost impossible.
                On the screen, the host of the show, Gene Rayburn, opened the card to read the fill in the blank scenario to the two contestants.
                “Mary’s Venus fly trap got so big….it ate her blank.”
                “Dog!” Lee answered.
                “Husband!” You said, then covered your mouth as Lee looked at you in fake shock.
                “Husband? Well, I see how it is.” He scoffed, but still smiled.
                “Don’t worry, Lee. Dog is a good answer too.” You said, patting his chest
                Back on the screen, the contestant was trying her best to match. She had also answered ‘husband.’ But none of the celebrities had answered husband OR dog. Until it came to Richard Dawson.
                “Ladies and gentleman, the correct answer is in fact ‘Husband’.” He said, revealing his card.
                “Ha! Richard Dawson always has the best answers.” You said, smiling proudly at having matched the Lee’s favorite. He liked Richard’s bravado. Lee especially liked him as the new host of Family Feud. (He’d been making half-jokes about having 3 kids so you could be on the show).
The contestant on screen celebrated the match as the camera panned to Fannie Flagg.
                “Well, I said it ate her dog…” Fannie seemed to sheepishly admit, revealing her card.
                “Well look at that. I guess your favorite and I are a good match.” He teased and you stuck your tongue out at him. Lee chuckled and said. 
                “You keep pushing that tongue out of your mouth, I’ll have to push it back in with something.” And you bit the inside of your cheek. You gave a fleeting thought to saying ‘heck with it’ and begging him to take you, but he rubbed your thigh and purred
                “Watch the tv baby. Gunna teach you a little patience tonight. But I got a special surprise for you at the end of the show.”  On the tv, the host had moved on to the next contestant and was reading the prompt.
“Chester the clown woke up so flat he could slide right under the door. That’s because the night before, he slept with blank.”
                “Fat lady.” You replied instantly. Lee gave you a quick pinch, making you yelp.
                “Who you calling fat, huh?” He teased.
                “You’re not fat, baby. Just well fed.” You gave him a kiss and he smiled.
“Well, I guess I have you to thank for that.” He winked.
“Steam roller.” The contestant and both you and Lee and groaned.
“Really? I hate when they have dumb contestants.” You complained.
“I know. They miss some obvious answers.” Lee agreed. All of the celebrities revealed their answers, and all of them had written “Fat lady,” meaning the first contestant had won and would move to the next round. In this second round, the show would poll a recent studio audience, and the three most popular answers had different tiers of rewards. Matching the 3rd place answer would win $100, the 2nd place 250, and 1st place was $500.
                The winning contestant a very nice-looking black girl with a big beautiful afro. She said she was a school teacher from Boston. She fidgeted slightly as the host read her prompt.
                “Jazz blank.” She was allowed to choose 3 celebrities to try and match the answers. She chose Richard Dawson, Brett Sommers, and Charles Nelson Reilly. Richard answered “Jazz singer,” Brett answered “Jazz Age,” and Charles answered “Jazz it up” (in his most flamboyant way).
                “Hmm…I like Jazz Age.” Lee said.
                “Yeah that’s a good one. That’s kind of a hard question. Maybe Jazz Band?” You replied.
On the show, the contestant had gone with Jazz Age. Then, the host revealed the answers one by one. Jazz Musician was the $100 answer. No one had thought of that. Jazz Singer was the $250 answer. That was the one Brett had suggested. Before the $500 answer was revealed, everyone else was trying to guess what it is.
“Jazz baby!” said one celebrity.
“Jazz hands!” said another.
“Well, what do you all think?” the host asked the audience, who responded “Jazz band!” You and Lee both laughed. Sometimes the audience was a celebrity themselves.
The $500 dollar answer was Jazz Band.
“Well, aren’t you all so clever… for once.” The host mocked. You and Lee laughed but he was proud of how smart you are.
Now the contestant had a chance to win $2500 by matching one of the celebrities. She had chosen Richard Dawson.
“Blank sponge.” The host read. You and Lee both paused for a minute, looking at each other.
“That sure is an odd one.” Lee said.
“Agreed. Maybe wet sponge?” You offered.
“Not bad. You know a bit more about sponges than I do baby. I’ll go with dry sponge, just to keep things interesting.”
“Wet sponge.” The contestant said.
“Not a bad choice.” The host commented. “I would’ve drawn a blank. How about you, Richard?”
“I’m all Wet.” Richard said, before revealing his card that indeed said “wet” in loopy cursive writing.
“Well look at that baby, you just won us $2,500.” Lee teased.
At the end of the episode, the announcer read a message on the screen. “Think you have what it takes to match the stars? Send a post card with your name and phone number to PO BOX 4568 in Burbank, California!”
“Oh Lee! You think I should??”
“Absolutely baby. Bet you’d win us a whole fortune. Just don’t forget me when you’re famous.” Lee winked and kissed you.
“Oh hush... probably wouldn’t even pick me.”
“Sure, they will. then some producer will wanna put your beautiful face on every movie screen in America.” Lee kept kissing along your neck and peppering small ones on your face. “In fact, maybe they’ll pick you when they call the house at 2 in the afternoon while you’re taking a little kitten nap.” Lee said and you froze.
                “Sheriff Lee Bodecker, you did not!” You exclaimed, turning in his lap to fully face him.
                “I absolutely did darling. I know you love this show so much. You fly to Hollywood in 2 weeks to start your life of fame and fortune.” He teased, leaning closer to you. You were smiling so hard your cheeks started to hurt.
“Lee….” You started to squeal, but it turned into a whine as Lee started to kiss down your neck. You squirmed on his lap more until he wrapped his arms around you, pinning you close to him.,
“Now lemme take my little movie star to bed.” Lee growled, turning off the tv.
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andydrysdalerogers · 2 years
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Andy's Happily Ever After Master List
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Welcome to my little corner of the world!
I’m Andy (obviously)
Thanks for stopping by! 🤗
I write mostly Chris/Chris characters with the occasional Sebastian/Sebastian Character in there. I am a FIRM believer in the HEA so most of the endings are this way. Doesn't mean i don't love the angst I'm just frustrated that we almost get there and then don't so I make my works happy (for the most part.) Most of my works can be located in Wattpad but I have been slowly spreading all my shenanigans here. I'll update this as i can.
Oh yeah, before i forget, i do take requests or ideas. I do also do fluff not just smut. And i have a few new shots coming as well as a series. I've put that in my coming soon section.
Also. This is an 18+ blog. I’m told I needed to add this. Children begone with you!
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Enough sap. The list below:
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Chris/Chris Character One Shots
Just Lucky I Guess - Nick Vaughn
Falling... - Chris Evans
See - Chris Evans
Attitude - Steve Rogers
In Love With The Loser - Jake Jensen
Premiers, Puppies and Partners - Chris Evans
Where is Home - Chris Evans
Memory - Steve Rogers
Spy vs Spy - Lloyd Hansen
Caution/Brave - Andy Barber Part One Part Two
A Last Minute Mission ~ Steve Rogers
Unfaithful ~ Ari Levinson
Under the Hood ~ Dark! Steve Rogers
Sebastian/Sebastian Characters One Shots
The Best Thing to Ever Happen - Lee Bodecker
Twice - Nick Fowler
Still Need You - Bucky Barnes
It Was Always You - Sebastian Stan
Evanstan - One Shots
Nuggets
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Can I...
Can I Count on Your Vote?- Chris Evans
Can I Count on Your Love? - Chris Evans
Can I Count on Forever? - Chris Evans
Irregular Love
Part 1 - Steve
Part 2 - Bucky
Part 3 - Doll
All Grown Up - Ransom Drysdale
All Grown Up
Choose Your Words Carefully
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Love to Hate You ~ A Chris Evans Story ~ Completed
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Sideline Love ~ Completed
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Following Team Orders (Formula One x Steve Rogers AU) - Completed
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One shot: he’s a Yankee Doodle sweetheart but she’s his Yankee Doodle girl
The ABCs of Nick Vaughn - Completed
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Sliding into Home (MLB x Frank Adler AU) COMPLETED
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Yours Submissively (Steve Rogers AU) - COMPLETED
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The Type You Save - A Bucky Barnes Detective AU - COMPLETED
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Cross- Checked (Andy Barber x NHL AU
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Undercover ~ A Jake Jensen AU
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Multi Part Series - The Five Kings of Boston
Aurora (Andy Barber AU) ~ Completed
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Presley ~ (Curtis Everett AU) ~ Completed
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Ari Levinson ask
NHL AU (spinoff from Cross-Check) - coming soon
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sashaisready · 3 months
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Chapter Twelve
Lee Bodecker (The Devil All The Time) x Femme Reader
A year after the sudden death of your husband you find yourself at a loose end, unsure what to do next. You're also learning about your sexuality - your hidden desires and fantasies creeping out now you're no longer playing the role of the good wife. A certain Sheriff in town could be the one to awaken something in you.
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Chapter 13
Warnings: smut, references to sexual assault/murder, rough sexual activity, drinking
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Back at home that evening, Lee was exhausted as you fixed him a plate for dinner. He’d confirmed it was Davey as suspected, another deputy had identified the body as they didn’t want his wife to see him like this. It was a grisly sight, apparently. It had been a few weeks and he'd been in the water the whole time. But she had insisted. 
Of course it had been horrible, a doctor had to give her a sedative to calm down and she was being kept in hospital overnight so they could check up on her. The press were sniffing around, the town were baying for blood now that there was a cop killer on the streets, and everyone was looking to Lee to find the answers.
He took another gulp of whiskey and you stared him down from across the table. He'd had nearly half the bottle already.
“What?” he asked. “I earned this today” he said, slamming the bottle onto the table. You could see he was slightly intoxicated.
Your eyes hardened.
“Did you do it, Lee?” you asked him calmly.
Lee met your gaze, sneering as he took a mouthful of food. “What?”
“You know what” you fired back.
You stared at each other for what seemed like hours. Lee sat back in his chair, crossing his arms.
“What exactly are you accusing me of?” he asked sternly. “I’d tread careful if I were you”.
“Just funny timing isn’t it?”
“What is?” he replied, not giving anything away.
“I tell you what Davey did, and that very night is the last time anyone sees him alive. He’s shot in the head in the middle of nowhere, no reason to be out there. Didn’t even fire his gun or try defend himself”.
Lee wouldn’t drop his gaze. You’re not even sure he was blinking anymore. His mouth curled into a snarl and he took another sip of whiskey.
“Yeah. That is funny” he countered, his tone defiant.
“See I’ve been thinking about it” you said casually, getting up from your chair and pulling it forward so it was right by him, then sitting down again. “Davey must’ve been meeting someone out there at that time of night. Wherever he was, exactly. He isn’t gonna be wandering around the creek or river for no reason is he?”
“I guess not” said Lee, deadpan.
“Exactly. But then, if he was meeting a pimp, or some bad guy he was caught up in a nefarious deal with, he’d have his gun drawn and ready wouldn’t he? Just in case, I mean. The police are trained to be ready, right?"
“Sure, but you can always be caught off guard” shrugged Lee.
“Of course. Or maybe…here’s an idea. He was meeting someone he knew, someone he trusted. That’s why he didn’t have his gun ready, because he never thought he needed it”.
You leaned up close to Lee’s face, inches from him now, adrenaline coursing through you.
“Maybe someone who had just found out he’d done something terrible. Someone who lured him out to the creek and shot him. Even if that someone had never been asked to do that”.
Lee’s nostrils flared as he clenched his jaw. He smiled at you. The smile chilled your bones.
“Maybe”, he said, the rage barely concealed. “…Maybe that someone was helpin’ someone else out. Maybe that someone else should be grateful it was fixed for her, so that she never had to worry about Davey again”.
You slapped hard Lee across the face, enraged. Before the realisation of what you’d done sunk in, you went to hit him again. He caught your arm this time, his fingers pressing tightly into your flesh. You shook him off.
“I would think very carefully about your next move” he warned, his eyes dark.
“How dare you!” you shouted, pointing a finger in his face. “I never asked for this!! I never wanted this! You’re a murderer!” Your words were laced with venom, practically spitting at him.
“You should be thankin’ me” Lee snapped, squaring up to you. “I got rid of him for you. You didn’t want to face him in town, did you? Seein’ his face every day? You didn’t wanna go to trial and have them drag you through the mud goin’ through every detail, did ya? I’ve seen those trials. I’ve been in those trials. The girls rarely win, sweetheart. Life ain't fair that way. This way, my way, justice was served”.
You were breathing heavily now, trembling.
“You KILLED him, Lee. You’re a cop!! The SHERIFF for god’s sakes! What were you thinking?”
“I was thinking about YOU” he yelled. “About what he did to you. How he hurt you. How he turned you into a nervous wreck. How he turned sex, which you love, into this awful fuckin’ trauma for you!” he looked deeply into your face. “You know what? I’d do it again”.
Tears stung in your eyes. “You’re a murderer” you whispered.
“I killed a rapist” he barked. “Even if he hadn’t done it before you, and I’m sure he probably had 'cos he was cocky, he would’ve done it again. And he would walk free every single time”.
The worst part was, you knew he was right. But you were horrified. Disgusted by his actions. Devastated that he would use your agony as a weapon and an excuse for violence. This version of Lee was so at odds with the soft, gentle man who washed your hair for you that first week because your arms and shoulders were so bruised and painful that you could barely lift them.
“What about Julie?” you asked through gritted teeth.
He softened slightly. “That is my only regret. But she’s still young. She’ll meet someone else and be okay. And the police pension and life insurance policy is decent, so she’ll be alright”.
“I never wanted this” you exclaimed.
“I know” he sighed. “And you were never meant to know. But you turned out to be a pretty good lil’ detective. Once again, I underestimated you” he chuckled.
“How can you make jokes at a time like this?” you scolded.
He shrugged. “Like I said. He was a rapist. And he hurt my girl” he was deadpan, no emotion in his voice.
“And how are you so confident I’m not gonna tell everyone about this? O-or tell the police in the nearby towns? Or the feds?” you ask, your slightly wobbly voice betraying your nerves.
Lee sighed, a small smile breaking out on his face. “Because” he told you calmly, leaning closer to you. “Despite how angry you are right now. And I get it, it’s reasonable” he leant over to your ear, “I know you love me. And I know you, and deep down, you are delighted that I did this for you”.
You gasped. You feel real hatred, pure contempt for him in this moment. Every bad feeling you had about him, every gut instinct you had from those early days after the Event, you were right. He was bad.
And yet.
Deep down, in a tiny recess of your brain. There was something. Something unexplainable. Something primal and desperate. Where you believed he had fixed it for you. He had removed the problem. He had saved you from a trial, and an inevitable legal loss, and eventual reputation as a liar trying to smear a good man. He had saved you from a potential lifetime of seeing your rapist on the streets, in church, smiling at you and mocking you. You were glad he was dead.
And Lee was right. You did love him. You hadn’t told him, but you did. And he knew it.
You’d never felt as confused as you had in that moment. You hated him so desperately, you were horrified by what he’d done. But you were also grateful. You felt protected, avenged. He did it for his girl.
You glared at him. And then you watched his chest heaving, the tension across his face, the fire in his eyes. The thick tension between the both of you. You were transported back to the cruiser with him on that fateful day, handcuffed and furious. 
It was as if something snapped within you.
Suddenly you were on top of him on the kitchen table. Your tongue was in his mouth and you were clawing at his shirt, ripping off a few buttons as it came undone. He kissed you back and tried to wrestle his hands around your face but you pried them off. You began tearing at his belt and threw his trousers and underwear down to his ankles. You scrambled desperately to move your panties aside and clumsily sat down on his hard length, your hand fumbling to guide him into your entrance. It was sloppy, ungainly. You moaned as you felt him bottom out inside of you and you heard him groan too. It had been a few weeks since you’d had sex and it stung, but in a satisfying way. You began to wildly thrust on top of him, throwing your head back and riding him roughly.
You were amazed the table was supporting your combined weight but it somehow did. The legs crashed loudly against the kitchen tiles with each thrust and at one point you heard Lee’s whiskey bottle fall off and smash below but neither of you were bothered. You were too far gone, feral, animalistic. You knew the angle and sheer force would mean the table was agony on his back but you didn’t care. Neither did he, by the sound of his pathetic whines.
“How fucking dare you” you sneered as you bucked ruthlessly. “How fucking dare you do that in my name” you told him between heavy breaths.
He tried to respond but you covered his mouth with your hand. “No. Shut up. I don’t want to hear it”.
His eyes widened, framed by your fingers as they peeked over your hand. You could see he was in ecstasy. You both hated him and loved him at that second in time, but mainly you were furious.
“You just wanted to show him who I belong to, didn’t you?” you scolded. “I bet you got off on it. Showing him who’s boss. Telling him that I only fuck you and nobody else. That only you get my pussy”.
Lee’s eyes were hooded and low now and you knew he was close. You knew his body and cues well enough by now.
“Oh no you don’t” you mocked.
You removed your hand and pulled yourself off of him. He moaned pathetically at the loss as his cock slapped harshly back against his belly. You shimmied along his torso, the slick from your folds leaving a trail from his tummy to his chest. Before he had a chance to react you planted yourself onto his face with your full weight, your pussy hard against his mouth and your thighs tight over his ears. You began to gyrate as he lapped you up greedily.
“You’re not getting up until I’ve come all over your face. So get to work” you demanded.
He obliged, his tongue unleashed. You were seeing stars already. You’d never sat on a man’s face like this and the angle and control meant the feeling was otherworldly. You were also aroused by the sheer decadence of it, being in total control, you had complete power over him – and how uncomfortable he must be. You thought about him roughly taking your mouth that first day in the woods, tickled by the symmetry of then and now, but with the roles reversed.
He was grabbing at your buttocks, his hands frenzied.
“You did it for me, didn’t you?” you gasped between whimpers. Somewhere beneath your legs you could hear Lee’s muffled moans.
“He didn’t stand a chance, did he?” you mewled as you ground down against him. He gripped your thighs tighter and tighter, his nails digging into you.
“My Sheriff is the law, and he got justice for me”.
You didn’t even know what you were saying at this point, but Lee must’ve liked it as he was squirming beneath you, desperately reaching for his cock but you batted his hands away. He didn’t deserve it.
You had never taken control quite like this with him before. Of course you’d been on top, you’d been forceful, but never like this. You hated Lee and wanted to punish him. Hurt him. Wanted to prove to him that you weren’t a meek princess in a tower he needed to play knight for. But you also wanted him. You hadn’t had sex in weeks, not since all that happened, and you needed release. You were using Lee like a sex aid rather than a partner. A glorified masturbation session.
You needed to reframe sex in your mind as pleasurable and something you wanted, that you controlled.
And you certainly did.
Your climax finally boomed from inside you and you very nearly passed out. It hit you like a ton of bricks, every nerve ending jolting and surging as you writhed on top of Lee. Your moan was deep, guttural, it didn’t even sound like it came from you. Your hips stuttered as you neared the end and the aftershocks faded.
You slid off Lee, although you were surprised you even had the strength to. Your legs quivered as you inelegantly moved off the table, pulling your dress back down and sitting back down in a kitchen chair, panting.
You looked back at Lee who was a mess on the table. His face was drenched in your moisture and his chest was rising and falling rapidly as he caught his breath. You noticed he’d finished too, his spend messily dripping over his tummy and thighs. Through your haze you were impressed that you’d manage to make him come when you hadn’t even touched him.
Lee was a wreck, his back completely demolished by the unforgiving wood of the table. But God, what a rush. He had always thought he liked to be in control but you had proved him wrong. He had been so aroused by your forceful actions and dirty talk that he’d blown his load without either of you even laying a finger on his cock.
He sat up slowly, his hand cradling his aching back.
“That was…”
But you cut him off, launching a wet dishrag at his chest.
“Clean yourself up, Lee. We’re done” you told him.
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nickfowlerrr · 2 years
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“until tomorrow.”
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pairing: lee bodecker x reader
part one / part three / part four / part five
warnings: no smut - but it is definitely implied. part 1 and the next part contain smut so i’m still gonna put +18 only - just to be safe. literally just so fluffy. workplace relationship. i can’t think of anything else that would be considered a warning, but if you come across something please let me know!
words: 5,505
notes: i’m very sorry lmao. i’ve been trying to work on this for over a month and i just don’t have the attention span to complete this as another attempted “one shot”. i guess it’s kind of a mini series now? it’s taking me forever, but i have the next part (which was really what this part was supposed to be) in the works now - and another part after that because i can’t seem to actually focus on just one thing and really work on it. i just really needed to get something posted to motivate myself. so please enjoy this very fluffy filler “chapter” of sorts. also! i am posting directly from my notes, so sorry for any grammatical or spelling errors that i may have overlooked.
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It’s been two months since you and Lee started officially dating.
Well officially to the two of you. Not so much anyone else. It’s not that you didn’t want people to know, honestly, you wanted to scream from the rooftops that Sheriff Lee Bodecker was all yours. It was just that there was so much going on in town that neither of you wanted to complicate anything by having to announce your relationship - especially at work. Not that that stopped Lee’s wandering hands at all. Every second he got you alone, he was on you. And even when you two weren’t alone, he still loved to tease you as discreetly as he could. It was a shock to you that no one had caught you two yet.
Some people were suspicious, though. It wasn’t too bad, the little gossip that made its way around the office. And it wasn’t directly about you. It was about Lee and how his moods have changed in the past two months. Lee was never harsh with you, even before you two got together, but that wasn’t the case for almost everyone else at the station. Now though, Lee was not as short with people and even when his deputies would really piss him off, despite himself, he just couldn’t seem to be as angry as he had before. He was happier and people definitely noticed. That’s how the rumors and gossip started.
“Someone’s in a jolly mood…” you heard Mary say as the sheriff passed by the break room whistling.
“I heard the Sheriff’s got a new girl. I imagine it’s some desperate little thing to be going with him. We all know what he gets up to downtown,” Louise started.
“Ha! Maybe that’s where he met her.”
You had been walking up right outside the door to the break room when the conversation made you stop dead in your tracks. You took a deep breath and continued in.
“Where who met who?” You asked with faux curious innocence, as Beth came into the room behind you.
“The sheriff! Haven’t you heard, apparently, he’s seeing some girl from downtown. If you know what I mean-“
It took everything in you not to roll your eyes at the older secretaries and their lack of decorum. Gossiping was Louise and Mary’s favorite pastime, and every time you ran into them, they had a new rumor they were running with and couldn’t wait to share.
“Well, where did you hear that, Louise?” Beth asked.
“I can’t say I have a source, but I can put two and two together. And I’ve been working with that man since he started as a young deputy. A change in attitude like that out of nowhere, well it can only be a girl who could get him that happy.”
“And I shouldn’t speak so unkindly about a girl I know nothing about, I know that. I’m sure she’s a lovely little thing. May be a bit of a slut, but who am I to judge! I was young once too.”
“Louise!” You and Beth whisper shouted at the same time, but neither of you could help but to laugh along with Mary who was in a full fit of laughter. Louise was a gossip, but she was also very funny - and kind when she wanted to be.
“Well what’s so funny in here, ladies?” Lee’s voice broke through your laughing fit and you spun around to face him - a smile plastered on your face that he couldn’t help but return as his eyes met yours.
“Nothing we have any clue about, Sheriff, in fact, Mary and I were just heading back to our desk. These two young ladies are running the rumor mill in here and we’ve got work to do.” Louise and Mary rushed out past Lee and turned back to face you and Beth - Louise sending a wink to the two of you behind Lee’s back as she scurried off after Mary.
“Huh. Rumor mill?” Lee asked humorously.
“I have no idea what she’s talking about, Sheriff. And you know what, I have to head back to my desk, too. Lots of work to get done and such.” Beth scurried out just as Louise did before her.
Lee looked pointedly at you, “You got somewhere to run off to, too, darlin’?”
“Me? Not at the moment, no.” You smiled as Lee walked closer to you.
“What gossip were they sharing today, huh?”
“Oh just something about the Sheriff having a new girl.”
“Oh yeah?” He huffed as he caged you in while you were leaning against the counter.
“Mhm. Some little thing from downtown, apparently.” You spoke as Lee just got closer to you, making you have to tilt your head back to see him.
“Well, sweetheart, you do live near downtown.” He joked and you let out a little laugh in response.
“You know the door is wide open, Lee..”
“So?”
“So, anyone could walk by and see us.”
“And what are they gonna do? We’re two grown adults. And I’m the sheriff, darlin’. If I wanna kiss my girl in the break room, I’m gonna kiss my girl in the break room.”
“Yeah but I’m not just your girl, Lee. I’m also your assistant. And at the moment that’s all anyone knows I am. How are you gonna handle the scandal of being caught coming onto…,” you have to stop Lee’s hands from running up your sides, narrowing your eyes at him as you continue on, “… your assistant - at work no less.”
Just as Lee was about to respond, you both hear chatter of a couple deputies making their way to the break room - giving Lee just enough time to back away from you and turn towards the small table full of fresh pastries that stood against the wall to the side of you.
You pretend to make a cup of coffee though you already have one sitting on your desk as the deputies entered and after a quick hello to you, they started chatting up Lee about the fall festival coming up this weekend. You take the opportunity to head back to your desk as Lee watches you go from behind the deputies standing in front of him.
The fall festival is now all you think about as you sip from your mug of warm coffee at your desk. You are going to be working the sweets booth and Lee is going to be crowd control and patrolling the fairgrounds when needed. As excited as you have been for the festival, you were now realizing that the reason behind your excitement might not be something you can actually look forward to. You had been daydreaming about walking around the festival with Lee at your side, enjoying the fall season with him next to you keeping you warm inside and out. But thinking on it now, you doubt that you’ll even see each other much. And on top of that, you still hadn’t told anyone that you two were together. You decided to not dwell on the upcoming weekend for the moment and turn to focus on filing some random papers. You had three days to think on it before the day of the festival came. Plenty of time to fret over things later. Work was right here and now. Oh and there was Lee, sauntering back toward you and into his office, but not before stopping at your desk laying his hand on your shoulder and leaning in to whisper in your ear,
“Meet me in here in five minutes.” He smirked as your face grew hot.
“Absolutely not,” You whispered through a tight smile as you looked up at him and brushed his hand off your shoulder all the while batting your lashes at him. Lee huffed a quite chuckle and bent his head closer to leave a quick chaste kiss on your cheek, making you feel like you were floating.
“Have lunch with me, then? We’ll go to Sally’s,” he said smiling at you.
“That I can do,” you whispered, nodding as a genuine smile light up your own face.
God, did you want to grab his handsome face in your hands and kiss him till you were both out of air…. Luckily, before you could lose self control Lee backed up and headed into his office,
“Back to work, then,” he said over his shoulder, “You don’t get paid to just sit there and look pretty, darlin’.” Shooting a wink your way as he turned back to look at you. You were thanking your lucky stars that no one was around to witness the not so professional interaction between you and sheriff. And now you were counting down the minutes until lunch.
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“What time should I pick you up on Friday?” Lee asked as you bit into your food.
“You’re picking me up on Friday?” you responded quizzically.
“Indeed I am. I was planning on heading to the festival around 7:30 to make sure everyone has their assignments and start getting everything set up. But what time do you need to be there?”
“Oh, I was thinking around 9 - that’d give us two hours to have our stand and displays set up before people start showing up at 11.”
“8:45 then?”
You simply nod your head in return as you get back to your food and Lee starts eating his.
You catch yourself starting at him and hear him chuckle as he sees you look away quickly when he notices too.
“Do I got something on my face, darlin’?” He asked - voice full of mirth and a smirk playing at his lips.
“How long are you working the festival Friday?” you ask after shaking your head - both in response to his question and to try and shake away your sudden bashfulness.
“Hopefully just til 5. Most of the actual work we gotta do will be in the morning. Then you and I can have some time to ourselves and enjoy the festival together.” He smiled at you as a soft smile formed on your face at his plans.
“Yeah? You and me enjoying the festival together - like on a date?” You asked demurely, looking up from your plate of fries to Lee.
His grin light up his entire face as he smiled at you and nodded his affirmation.
“Okay. Well that sounds like a mighty fine plan Sheriff,” as a smile broke out across your own face - you and Lee found yourselves lost in each other’s eyes.
The loud ringing of the bell on the door to the restaurant brought the both of you back to reality.
“Well, I wasn’t expecting to see you two in here together,” your eyes went wide at the sound of Louise’s voice approaching from behind you and towards Lee. Louise couldn’t see your face from the direction she was coming - and she didn’t know it was you.
“This must be your new girl, Sheriff. I’ve heard a lot about her from the other girls at the station,” she continued as she approached closer.
“Well, I’m not sure what you’ve heard down at the station, but yes, Louise, this is my girl,” Lee responded as your eyes went even wider. You were certain they would pop out of your head if they could have. You felt your face get red as you turned to face Louise - who in turn looked thoroughly embarrassed.
“Y/N! Well I - I can’t believe you! You let me talk on and on about the Sheriff’s mystery girl and it was you all along?! Why didn’t you say anything, girlie?”
All you could do was shrug your shoulders in response- still unable to form a proper sentence.
“Well how long have you two been going together? And who knows? I haven’t heard a soul talk about this,”
“Two months now, and at the moment I guess just you, Louise. Though I have a feeling that’s going to change very soon,” Lee replied and you let out a laugh at that.
“I must say, I am very surprised, but gosh if you two don’t make quite the couple,” Louise said thoughtfully looking between the two of you. Her eyes landed on Lee and narrowed just the slightest as she said in all seriousness, “You better treat her right now, you hear, Lee.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said with a smile as Louise backed away still eyeing him.
“I’ll let you finish your lunch, I guess I’ll see you two back at the station. I’ve got people to meet,” she said as she walked down to a booth on the other side of the restaurant - one that was filled with three other women - Louise’s friends you assumed.
“People to meet and news to spread,” you said with a small laugh and roll of your eyes. “Well, that’s that then. Don’t have to worry about telling anyone ourselves. By Friday every soul in this county will know,” you continued.
“Is that such a bad thing, darlin’?” Lee asked almost playfully but you could see the real concern in his eyes.
It broken your heart to see that look, like he was worried that you did have a problem with people knowing. And Lee thought that maybe you wanted to keep him a secret. He would never say it, but he was almost scared that you were embarrassed to be with him. And he could understand why. You were the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on and you were the best person he ever knew. You got him in a way that no one else ever had before. He was all in. You were everything to him. And he was, well he was him. He felt like he didn’t deserve you. Lee knew you could be with anyone you wanted and he didn’t exactly understand why you wanted him. It was a little too easy to think that maybe you didn’t- not really. Your voice pulled him out of his head as you were quick to respond, grabbing his hands from across the table and taking them in your own.
“Absolutely not. In fact, I’d say that it’s actually a really great thing,” you got up from your side of the booth and slid into Lee’s side, “because we can do this a lot more often now. And I really like doing this,” you continued as you leaned into his side and he wrapped his arm around you.
Lee felt his heart warm and all of his anxious thoughts fell away as you leaned into him. It felt so right with you, like you were made for each other. He knew he loved you. And he wanted to tell you that he did. But the last thing he wanted to do was scare you by telling you too soon. So he decided to wait. Little did he know that you felt the exact same. You wanted to tell Lee you loved him so badly, but just couldn’t risk telling him so soon. So you decided to wait, too. You both internally settled on showing your love any way you could without having to actually say it. And that would work, it’d be okay. It was enough for now. So as you both got up to leave after Lee paid the bill, you reached for each other almost unthinkingly and proceeded to walk hand in hand to Lee’s cruiser. All your worries about this coming weekend floated away and now all you had to do was bake the treats you promised to bring and you could hopefully manage to find some time to spend with Lee on Friday at the festival. It would be great and you couldn’t wait. You headed back to work and the rest of the day went by in a flash. Before you knew it, it was time to head home. You entered Lee’s office just to say bye before you left for the day, finding him standing at his desk.
You walk over to him and as you leaned up to give him a quick kiss good bye, as your lips met, he wrapped his strong arms around you and pulled you into him. You couldn’t help but let out a little moan into the kiss as he held you tighter. You broke away to catch your breath and Lee gently tilted your face up with his index finger under your chin to face him.
“Leaving so soon, sweetheart?”
“Mhm. And you should be leaving, too, Sheriff. You can’t spend all your free time here. I’m sure you have other things to do.”
“I can think of one in particular that I’d like to be doing right now,” he flirted with a smile.
“Always so inappropriate,” you chided shaking your head with a smirk.
“Only with you, darlin’,” he leaned down to kiss you again and just as your lips met and his hands fell to grip your hips and lift you onto his desk, the door to Lee’s office swung open, stopping his movements. You parted from each other to put some distance between you both. Lee - clearly annoyed at the interruption - took a deep breath and looked up to see who was there.
“Can I help you with something?”
You turned to face the door and saw that it was Sam, one of the newer deputies, and Beth’s longtime boyfriend. She didn’t talk about their relationship often, and you knew it was because she didn’t want to make you feel bad about being single - not that you would have minded her either way. But you knew they were happy and very much in love. Their interactions were always so sweet and you couldn’t help but admire their relationship. Sam was a really decent guy.
“Oh, sorry Sheriff… I - I uhm- I -“ the young deputy was left stunned and stuttering, he was, rightfully so, surprised - obviously expecting to find the sheriff alone in his office.
“Spit it out, boy. We haven’t got all night,” Lee said sharply.
“Sorry, Sheriff,” he started again, attempting to shake off his shock, “I was just wondering if you had our assignments for Friday all figured out yet.”
“No, I’ll have them done Thursday.” Lee replied plainly.
“Okay,” he said while still lingering in the doorway. He clearly had something else he wanted to ask, and you almost felt like you were keeping him from saying what was really on his mind. You felt bad for him, so you decided to make a quick exit. As you went to move away, Lee’s hand that was still near you grabbed your wrist and kept you in place.
“I just need to grab something off my desk, I’ll be right back,” you reassured him and he let go of your wrist - as you passed the deputy, you gave him a small smile and shut the door on your way out.
You knew Lee would be upset if you just left, so you decided to wait at your desk for them to finish speaking. It took a bit longer than you thought it would, but almost fifteen minutes later they came out of his office. Lee had turned everything off and had all his things ready to go. You noticed right away that he looked a bit annoyed and when you looked at the deputy you saw that he looked quite happy, much more relaxed than he was when he entered the office. Obviously something happened, and you were very curious to find out what.
“Have a nice night, y/n. Sheriff. And thank you, again, sir.” Lee just nodded his head in response.
“Good night, Sam,” you replied sweetly.
After he walked far enough away, you asked Lee, “What was that about?”
“Nothing important. Let’s get out here, darlin’.”
Not wanting to push the subject, you let it go and walked with Lee out of the station. He led you to your car and gently kissed you good night.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, sugar. Drive safe.”
“You too,” you spoke between pecks to Lee’s lips as he leaned his head down to meet yours, “See you tomorrow,” you said through a smile. You shared one last kiss and went your separate ways.
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The next two days went by quickly. Work was easy, and Lee seemed to be by your side as often as he could be while he was at the station. And just as you had suspected, word about you and Lee being together had spread like wildfire - all courtesy of Louise and her gal pals, God bless ‘em.
Beth was the first to congratulate you, and she was quite excited about being able to have someone to talk about relationships with now that she knew you were in one, “…and with the Sheriff, no less!,” she had said giddily.
Everything else was pretty much business as usual and before you knew it, it was Thursday night. You had spent the last seven hours baking cookies, cupcakes, pies, and cakes to sell at the sweets booth. It was nearing 1am and you were beyond tired, but your apartment smelled heavenly and the treats looked delicious. You were quite proud of your work. The only thing you had left was the special batch of cookies you had made for Lee. They were his favorite and you didn’t want him to miss out on them tomorrow - you knew they’d sell fast. Once you had everything frosted and wrapped up ready for tomorrow - you cleaned your kitchen as fast as you could and then jumped in the shower. The second your head hit the pillow, you were out like a light.
6:00am came and you awoke to your alarm ringing. You got dressed and ready for the day and then went to make a quick breakfast. It was barely 7, so you decided to make a little something for Lee, too. A little something turned into a big something and by the time you were done - you had eggs, toast, bacon and fried potatoes all ready to be eaten. Just as you turned off your stove, there was a knock at your door. Looking at your clock, you saw that it wasn’t even 8 yet. You opened your door to Lee who greeted you with a sweet, “Mornin’, sugar,” and a warm embrace as he stepped inside.
“You’re early,” you said into his chest as he held you close, your arms wrapped around him.
“Couldn’t wait to see you. And I knew you’d be ready an hour early anyway,” he smirked and you laughed.
“Well, it’s a good thing you got here early, I made breakfast,” you said as you pulled away from him and led him to the kitchen.
You both ate and Lee talked about how the morning had been going at the festival grounds. Everything was set up and ready for the vendors, and soon enough, the festival goers. After you were done eating, you cleaned up the mess on the stove and Lee washed up the dishes. Once everything was put away, he helped you take your baked goods to his cruiser and before you knew it, you were at the festival. Lee once again helped you carry your treats and showed you to the booth you were working before being called away by some deputies who needed his help.
You were going to be working the booth until 5, which was when Lee’s shift was supposed to be over as well. You knew you shouldn’t get your hopes up, he was the Sheriff after all. If they needed him for any reason, Lee had to be there. But still, you let yourself hold a little bit of hope that you’d actually be able to spend time with him later on.
You got everything set up for the booth and it looked really great. The desserts were arranged quite nicely and the decorations that some of the other ladies had brought were set up perfectly. As you looked around at the other booths around you, you were flooded with the cozy feeling of fall. There were bales of hay lining the walkways and pumpkins everywhere you looked, it was as picturesque as could be. You couldn’t wait to see what it would look like when it got dark and the lights would light up the grounds. You were pulled from your thoughts when groups of people started making their way into the festival. You saw families, couples, groups of friends, all excited to be there.
Your day flew by and all of a sudden it was nearing 5. The other ladies had arrived with more treats to sell as you had almost sold out completely of everything you and the other ladies who worked the booth with you had brought that morning. It was time for you to go as they got prepared for their night. The fall festival was always such a big hit, you couldn’t believe it was only one day.
As you made your way through the crowds, all the while looking for Lee, you found yourself walking onto a very beautiful scene. The sun was almost set and the lights had turned on, lighting up the festival. Nearly right in front of you - just off to the side of the festival entrance - a small crowd of people had gathered as you all looked on to see Sam down on one knee with a ring in his hand in front of Beth. She looked breathtaking and as he asked her for her hand, tears fell down her face as she said, “Yes,” and they shared a sweet kiss and embraced. Everyone started cheering and it was moments like these that reminded you why you loved it here.
The whole scene had happened so quickly, what with you walking in at the very end of it all, you hadn’t even realized that you had started to tear up until you felt a familiar hand moving your face to the side. As your eyes met Lee’s, his thumb gently brushed your cheek as he muttered, “Everything okay, sweetheart?”
“Yeah. Just…such a special moment. I’m really happy for them,” you said as you wrapped your arms around him. “Hey, did you know this was gonna happen? That Sam was gonna propose tonight?”
“That’s what he talked to me about the other night. Wanted to be sure it was okay, but didn’t want anyone else to know.”
“So you helped set this up? That was really sweet of you, Lee.”
“Hm. Bittersweet. I got some bad news, sugar. I’m gonna have to stay on patrol the rest of the night. Ned is out sick tonight and I already told Sam he was good to go,” you couldn’t help but frown at that. You knew it was entirely possible Lee would have to work until the festival closed, but you really had hoped that he wouldn’t have. Either way, you knew it wasn’t his fault. It was his job, there wasn’t much you could do about it.
“That’s alright. Don’t worry about it,” you started.
“It’s not alright. I was looking forward to having the night with you. And I’m sorry. If you want to stay and enjoy the festival while you’re here, you can - or if you want to go home now, I can take you. Whatever you want.”
“Would you mind taking me home now? It’s sundown and I’m sure it’s about to get crowded with teenagers. You’ll have your hands full the rest of the night,” you joked. You had been so looking forward to spending time with Lee that you hadn’t really noticed how tired and sore you were until you were resting your head against his chest as you stood there. Baking for hours last night, getting less sleep than usual, and working the booth all day was starting to catch up to you.
“Sure thing, darlin’. Let’s get you home,” he said as you pulled away from him and he lead you back to his cruiser.
The drive was quite, but not awkwardly so. It was a comfortable silence as you leaned against his side and his arm was draped around you as he drove with one hand. You could feel your eyes getting heavy the more comfortable you got. You wished you could stay like that with him all night. But you knew he had to get back to the festival. You felt the car stop and opened your eyes to see that you were at your building. Lee turned off his cruiser and you looked to him with an eyebrow raised, “What are you doing?,” you asked.
“What’s it look like I’m doin’? I’m walking you to your door.” He said matter-of-factly.
As you slid out after him, his hand found your own and he pulled you closer to him as he led the way.
“I’m real sorry, sweetheart,” he said again, looking down at you with sad eyes as you reached your door.
“Don’t be,” you told him. “You’re the Sheriff, after all. Duty calls,” you said with a shrug of your shoulders and a small smile.
“I’m gonna make it up to you, I promise,” he started.
“Lee, you really don’t ha-“ you were cut off by his lips meeting yours in a deep kiss. You pulled away, breathing deeply and looked up to him.
“I want to.”
“Okay,” you responded before you kissed him again.
“You taste like cookies,” he laughed as he pulled away.
“Oh! That reminds me,” you began as you finally unlocked your door and went inside. “These are for you,” you said as you handed over the tray of cookies you had made for him.
“For me?” He asked with a smile.
“Mhm. Made them special. They’re your favorite,”
Lee kissed you again, trying his best to communicate his feelings without having to speak them aloud.
“Thank you, sugar.” He said as he pulled away. Once again leaving you breathless and wanting. The drowsiness that had just been clinging to you disappeared and you were wide awake now. All you wanted to do was lead Lee upstairs and let him have his way with you the way he had last week. It was funny, you thought, how intimate you two were - how comfortable it was to be around each other, to see each other, be with each other in such an intense and private way- yet you were too scared to tell Lee you loved him. Ah, but that was an issue to be dealt with later. Right now, you just wanted to kiss him again.
You pulled him into another kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck, slyly tried to pull him even closer as you closed the gap between you and pushed yourself against him. Lee groaned into the kiss and grabbed your ass roughly before he forced himself to pull away from you. You let out a little whimper at the loss of contact and Lee grabbed your arms and leaned his forehead against yours.
“Sugar,” he said gruffly, his eyes closed as his voice was tight. “As much as I’d love to stay and see this through, I need to head back to work.”
“I know,” you said quietly. “Sorry,” you offered as you looked up at him through your lashes.
“No. Don’t be. I’m sorry I have to go. We should be done by 11. You think you’ll be up then?”
“I certainly can be,” you replied smoothly.
“Don’t force yourself to stay up, darlin’. I’ll swing by on my way home and check in on you, okay?”
“Okay. Be safe. And don’t forget the cookies!” you said after Lee leaned down for one more kiss before he was heading out and back to the festival.
You decided to take a bath to help you relax your body. By the time you had gotten out and washed it was nine o’clock. You made yourself a quick sandwich for dinner and then decided to watch some television on the couch and try and stay up to wait for Lee. That didn’t work out very well as you awoke to Lee holding you in his arms as he gently placed you down in your bed.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” he whispered.
“S’okay. What time is it?”
“Almost midnight, darlin’. I just came by to check on you. It’s alright, you can go back to sleep.”
“Humph.” You pouted. Lee laughed as he leaned in to give you a kiss good night.
“Put away the pout, babydoll. I’ll see you tomorrow. I promise.”
“Fine,” you muttered. “Until tomorrow, then.”
“Until tomorrow,” he smiled at you and gave you one last kiss. You watched him leave your room and listened as he left your apartment and locked your door with the spare key you had given him last month. You were asleep before you knew it and dreamed happy dreams of Lee. Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough.
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Pretty Petals 2
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Warnings: this fic will include dark content including rape/noncon, kidnapping, violence, sexual acts (fingering, oral, anal, dp), coercion, bondage, and more tags to be added as the series progresses. PREPARE YOUR PANTIES, HOES.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: You go on a self-improvement retreat, but not all is as it seems.
Characters: Ransom Drysdale, Lloyd Hansen, Lee Bodecker, Curtis Everett, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Loki, Andy Barber, Hela, and multiple OFCs
Note: More! It’s kind of expanding beyond my control already. Also you can still make suggestions for kinks here.
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You set off on your own. At first, the group is reluctant to part. It’s only Hela’s imperious observation that finally makes you relent. You’re the first to open your envelope and pull out the first clue. Rin nearly tears the flap of hers as she takes your lead and at last, the bodies disperse one by one into the thick forest.
You’re uncertain, following the clue as best you can; ‘look up at peak and keep left. Find the red, white, and evergreen along with your next directive.’ You gaze up, over and over, keeping the hilltop at your left shoulder, the sun shining back harshly and blurring your vision. The hill is almost a mountain the more you look at it, were you really going all the way to the top?
You find a cluster of birch, red cedar and evergreen, an odd trio trunks who’s peculiarity confirm your suspicions. There is a canister tied to the lowest branch of the cedar. You take it and pop off the lid, unrolling your next clue. There is a compass, a direction, and number. Steps?
You lean against the birch as you catch your breath. You’ve barely just begun but the weight on your pack makes the path seem even longer. You take out your phone but find the bars flashing, no signal. You put it away and uncap the water bottle, taking a deep gulp. You peer through the neck of the container and pause. You should be smart and ration it.
You let the bottle dangle from the small loop on the lid and unfold the map included in the envelope. You line up the compass, hoping you were remembering your fifth grade geography class right, and set off. You came to a flight of dirt stairs carved into the soil, a wooden railing frame the left edge. You can’t go around, there’s only the hill’s mossy edge and a tightly knit patch of trees along its border.
You put one foot up and a snapping twig stills you. You lean back on your heel and crane your head. 
“Hello?” You call out, your voice swallowed into the stifling ether of the brush.
You shake your head at yourself. It must be one of the other girls. Hela did suggest that your paths may cross and you were hoping for it. The longer you’re alone, the more you feel that curdling ripple in your stomach.
You continue up the stairs, only twelve in total. At the top, there’s a clearing, a small hump in the hillside that overlooks a lake. You keep away from the edge as the height makes you dizzy. You carry on your internal count, hoping you haven’t missed a step. 
You find the next checkpoint, a wooden chest on the forest floor. You take out the white envelope that matches your own and furrow your brow at the cryptic words. A riddle.
You walk in circles until you figure it out, curling around the path and into the forest onto and untrodden patch. Deeper and deeper into the trees, the sun disappeared behind the leaves above, the scurry and stirring of the foliage, pebbles, and sticks filling the silence of your anticipation.
Another sharp crack draws you around. You spin and peer around, trying to see past the thick trunks. You see black and broad shoulders, a blur that confounds you as it’s gone before you can assure yourself it’s true. You slowly step towards it and a pair of footsteps crunches towards you, nearly colliding with you as you pass the great oak.
Molly barely keeps from barreling directly into you. You squeal at each other and shake out the fright. When you both realise it’s safe, you laugh and sigh.
“Jeez, it’s just you,” you breathe, “I’m sorry.”
“I thought you were a bear,” she fans herself with a piece of paper.
“Oh god, don’t even,” you warn her, “so, where are you headed?”
“To be honest, I don’t know,” she admits, “I’m so confused.”
“Can I see yours?” You ask, “you can look at mine.”
“Sure,” she uncrumples the sweaty paper in her hand, “sorry, I was running cause I thought there was… a bear.”
You look over her clue, not far off your own. You bite the inside of your lip and click your tongue.
“I think we’re both headed the same way,” you say, “wanna hang with me for a bit?”
“Oh, thank you,” she chimes, “I was starting to go crazy out here.”
“Yeah, it’s… a lot,” you nod and turn yourself back in what you think is the right direction, “this way.”
You wait for her to go ahead of you and give a glance back towards the trees. Only green leaves and tall bushes nestled between the gargantuan sentinels. You follow Molly as you try to shed the shadow of fear.
“Have you seen anyone else?” You ask as you follow her clumsy steps, the borrowed shoes slapping the dirt heavily.
“No, you’re the first person,” she says over her shoulder.
“Oh, uh… well, no one else?”
“What do you mean?”
“Do you think this forest is private?”
“Why?” She stops short and you walk into her back. “Did you?”
“I don’t know… I thought I saw… a man?”
“Hm, well, Hela did mention it’s her brother’s place? And maybe there’s other cottages out here,” she suggests, “or maybe it was a bear!”
“Molly,” you gird, “I don’t think it was.”
“Well, I guess it could just be another hiker,” she shrugs, “I don’t know.”
“Or maybe it was nothing? It’s kinda dark out here.”
“Yeah, nothing,” she agrees, “oh!” She points ahead, “I think I see something.”
You trail after her as she races forward. There are two packets; one white, one purple. You take the white and she claims her own. You open them in silence and you turn over the instructions.
“Now you’ve met another traveler, you must resume your path alone, go north and strike east at the sight of gold.”
Molly frowns at her paper and looks up at you, “it says I have to leave you.”
“Same.”
She huffs and shoves the paper back inside, “do you know which way west is?”
You fix the compass against the map and try to find the sun. You get a peek of it through the treetops and hope for the best. You point her in the right direction and she smiles weakly.
“Well, I guess I’ll see you at the top,” she murmurs.
“Be safe,” you sniff, “see ya there.”
“Mm,” she hums grimly, “yeah…”
Her voice fades off as she slowly drags her feet away. You feel a similar sense of reluctance. You don’t want to be alone again. And you’re starting to worry about getting lost. Molly wasn’t wrong to be concerned. You have no bars out here and it's proving vaster than you could have expected.
You press on as a shudder rolls over you. The next hint comes after the golden field of dandelions and your next hint is more direct. You check the time. Nearly two hours already. The sun dips lower overhead as you follow it, winding higher up the steep hillside.
At the post where another hint awaits you, you find a lily, long white petals, brilliant and smooth. Your last clue is blunt. Go up and around. That’s it. You pick up the flower and notice the band attached to it, stretchy lace. You pull it around your head so the lily sits over your ear. 
You go up the narrow trail, almost grown over, along the curve of the earth, and around a bend trimmed with weeping willows. The place is eerie for the draping branches and reminds you of some fairytale witch's hovel. You find Rin and Selina sitting in the grass.
“Hello?” You greet awkwardly as the grass rustles beneath your feet.
“Yay! Another. You got to the finish!”
“Oh?” You blink and drop your shoulder, “thank god.”
You unhook the straps of your bag and let it drop heavily. You rub the tender flesh beneath your shirt and stretch your neck. You finally focus on the two girls, noticing similar bands around their brows. Rin’s is crested with a dark reddish dahlia with endless petals and Selina’s holds a cluster of bright pink azaleas.
“So, who won?” You ask as you sit on your knees.
“Rin,” Selina rolls her eyes, “I’m starting to sense competition.”
“I told you, brothers. Everything’s a sport or a trick.”
“Have you seen Hela?” You ask.
“I assume she’s still on her way up. Or getting stuff ready,” Selina says, “I don’t know how she does it. I couldn’t…”
“Me either,” you agree. “Honestly, I’m surprised I was invited. I feel like–”
“Like Shannon or Chelsea would’ve been here?” Selina offers, “you know, bleach blonde, gorgeous contouring, flat bellies–”
“Shut up,” Rin spouts, “you know that’s not what Hela’s about. We’re the special ones. For once. Guys, we need to just be in the moment. Like she always tells us. And we can maybe laugh a little that those two didn’t make the cut.”
You and Selina give tiny chuckles as Rin guffaws. She’s definitely her own kind of girl. Piercings in her lip and nose, one on her brow, and tattoos peeking out from under her muscle shirt. It’s almost absurd to think that she’s part of Hela’s classes.
You hear more footsteps and turn as Charisse blusters into the clearing, fighting off the clinginess of a willow branch as a blue iris droops over her ear, “oh my god, you’re here!” She pants breathlessly as she drops down and flops onto her pack without bothering to free it from her shoulders, “god, that was hell.”
“That’s half,” Rin announces.
“God!” Charisse puffs, “I ran the last bit,” she clutches her ribs, her large chest heaving, “I swear I saw this guy and— Hela could’ve told us there were other people up here.”
“Wait, you saw someone too?”
“You saw other people?” Selina gulps, “who…”
“I don’t know, but I didn’t like the look of him,” Charisse sniffs and untangles her arms from her pack, “he wasn’t dressed for hiking.”
“Oh,” Rin scowls, “good thing I brought a knife.”
“Rin,” Selina chirps, “you can’t just walk around with a knife–”
“I do it at home,” she shakes her head, “please, we’re all the way out in who knows where the fuck ville and like Molly said, bears?”
“I didn’t see a bear,” Charisse huffs, “I saw some creep. Hopefully he fucks off.”
“We should tell Hela,” you offer, “just so she knows.”
“Good idea,” Selina adds.
Maryam and Aisha arrive together not long after Charisse, a marigold and a daisy attached respectively to their own hairbands. They greet you with smiles though they are no less exhausted from their trek up the hillside. Ashley wanders in from the other direction with a rose at her temple and slumps without a word as she drains what’s left of her water. 
You start to feel the fatigue set in your eyelids as Molly, with a bunch of violets around her head, is the last to arrive, her pack full of brambles.
“Hey,” she sits between you and Selina, “I think I saw that guy.”
“What?” Several heads turn in her direction, “a guy?”
“Yeah, me and Charisse–” you begin.
“I saw him too. I think,” Maryam volunteers, “but I thought it was just in my head.”
“Jeez, you guys are working each other up,” Rin scoffs, “it’s a big forest, it can’t be completely private. Probably a bunch of rich dudes getting their steps in.”
“Probably,” you agree dully, “it was just… you think Hela would’ve said something.”
“She’s got a lot on her mind,” Ashley remarks, “maybe it slipped her mind.”
“You think it was her brother?” Aisha wonders.
“That’s what I said,” Molly chirps.
Before you can surmise further, Hela’s voice cuts through the forest din and she sweeps into the clearing amid the setting sun, “girls! Let me just say I am so proud of you! You have all made it up the first leg of our get together and I see you’ve all found your flowers.”
You all nod, a murmur amid the fatigued hush of the group. Hela smiles, still flawless and lithe, as if she hadn’t herself hiked all the way there. However, by her tight leggings and her sports bra, you can assume she did. She must’ve taken a more direct path.
“So, before we go on to our final destination and first night, there is one more thing we must do,” she goes behind a tree and pulls out a basket, “I’ve a gift for each of you, a symbol of your persistence and a prize for your immaculate efforts.”
She puts the basket down and lifts out a small box, black velvet, “dahlia,” she stands and looks around, “Rin, come, please.”
Rin pops up and marches over to Hela. The host opens the box and shows her wares to the much shorter woman. She takes out the golden necklace with the black flower worked into onyx dangling from it. She goes behind Rin and secures it against her nape. The chain is short so that the emblem rests just below the throat.
Hela pets Rin’s short hair, “beautiful! You should be proud. The first to arrive.”
You wonder how she knows but don’t comment on it.
“Azalea,” Hela scoops out another velvet box, this one in pink, “come.”
Selina stands and receives her own necklace, this one marked with the same flower that decorates her head. The procession goes on in order until each of you wear a golden chain. You gather up your bags as Hela lifts the basket.
“Now, there is one more thing I must go over,” she smiles gracefully, “it is a part of the exercise. This trip is about renewal, about leaving our stresses and our everyday lives behind us, so, for the duration, you will not refer to each other by name, but by the flower for which you wear. 
“So,” she nears Rin, “Dahlia,” she touches her necklace before she moves to Selina, “Azalea,” she caresses her cheek, “Lily,” she grazes your throat, “Violet,” she squeezes Molly’s shoulder. “Daisy and Marigold,” she taps the tips of Aisha and Maryam’s noses, “Iris,” she winks at Charisse, “and the classic, Rose.” She stops beside Ashley and runs a finger across her lips.
It’s as if she’s cast a spell on all of you. You feel a warmth in your cheek, her touch tingling in your throat still. You’re not used to contact and so you blame your own aversion. It seems as if every other girl there struggles with the same shocking sensation of Hela’s deliberate yet comforting touch.
“Right, well, on we go! The night is at our heels and we still must get settled in,” she smiles as she struts ahead, “I’m certain you are all starving and I hate to have my hard work go to waste.”
“Ugh, food,” Charisse groans as she rubs her stomach, “yes.”
There’s a babble of agreement, your own insides twisting violently at the mention of a meal. You could probably eat leaves or mud, you’re so hungry. But more pressingly, you just want to sit and be still for more than a couple minutes.
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bunnies and kisses
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summer celebration masterlist
18+
wc: ~1100 words
warnings: tdatt takes place in the midwest and yet i insist on giving lee a poorly formed southern accent
a/n: this is the last day of my summer celebration week🥺 thank you again so much to everyone who has read, liked, commented, or reblogged! i’ve had so much fun this week and I hope to do something again like this in the future! this is probably my favorite piece ive ever written and I hope you all love it as much as I do🤍
pairing: lee bodecker x gn!little!reader
summary: lee’s baby becomes obsessed with bunnies. lee tries his best to be supportive.
⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆ ⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆ ⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆
“Did you see their tails, Daddy? They’re so fluffy! D’you know bunnies can use their tails to talk to other bunnies? They let them say when they’re in danger!”
God please let this sound genuine. “That’s great, baby.” That coulda been better.
You huffed and crossed your arms. “More than ‘great’! Is the coolest thing ever!”
Lee sighed. He really was trying to sound interested. Last week he took you to a petting zoo and you were entranced by the bunnies. You couldn’t stop talking about them; it was nonstop bunny facts for a whole week.
He loved your enthusiasm and wanted to support your new interest, but he was nearing the end of his rope. Lee wasn’t used to talking or listening so much before he met you. He liked the change, but he was still adjusting to it.
He reached his last straw with the bunny facts when you weren’t even around. A fellow officer was recounting his hunting trip and Lee almost butted in with the reason bunnies have a white tail before he caught himself. Lee didn’t contribute to conversations like that and he most certainly did not share fun facts.
He made a beckoning gesture. “C’mere baby. Sit on Daddy’s lap, I wanna talk to ya.”
Arms still crossed, you sat with Lee on the recliner, leaving your spot in the middle of your living room where you interrupted Lee’s show to present him with more important bunny information. He kissed the spot between your brows to smooth the wrinkle forming there.
“Now I know you love those bunnies, and I love hearin’ you talk about ‘em. But can ya give me a lil’ bunny break once in a while? Daddy doesn’t have the energy to be talkin’ all day long. I wanna be good at listenin’ to ya, and I can’t do that if I’m tired.”
Your arms slumped out of position and you looked up at Lee with sad eyes. “You tired of me?”
“No, god no. I’m not tired of you, baby. Could never be tired of you.” He hugged you close. “Daddy just needs some quiet time once in a while, that’s all. It’s like when you an’ I go to the grocery store on a busy day and it’s too much an’ ya just wanna go home. Some days everything adds up and I need a breather.”
“Did you have a bad day, Daddy?”
“Nothin’ you need to worry that sweet little mind a’ yours about. Daddy’ll be right as rain after some cuddles. Can ya help me with that?”
You smiled at him. “Yeah, I can do that. And we watch your show too!”
Lee kissed your cheek. “Thank you, baby.”
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You took to giving Lee some space very well. Things essentially went back to the way they were before the petting zoo, only now you needed an outlet for your bunny babble.
You went to the library and worked on reading through every bunny book they had. Lee even bought you a holder for your library card that was made with bunny-decorated fabric. While reading, you wrote down every new fact in your journal(also decorated with bunnies).
Every night, Lee would come home and you’d do your usual routine of hugging him, kissing him, and asking him about his day before you shared a new fact.
Lee became a better listener after opening up about his need for space. He asked you random questions about bunnies and worked some of that knowledge into your lives. Phrases like “quick as a bunny” entered his vocabulary and he caught onto your affectionate headbutts.
One day, Lee went into town by himself to get a nice pack of cigars for one of his superiors when a shop window caught his eye. The store specialized in imported goods. In the item display among fancy dishes and handmade bags rested a stuffed bunny. It looked soft and huggable with tan fur and a pink nose. He knew you’d love it.
Lee bought the plushie and rushed home. He couldn’t wait to see his baby’s reaction. He kept the toy in its bag and held it behind his back as he opened the door.
“Where’s my little bunny at?”
“Goin’ potty, Daddy! I’ll be out soon!”
Lee laughed. “Alright, well make sure you wash your hands real good, Daddy’s got a surprise for you.”
He grinned at your muffled squeal coming from behind the bathroom door and put away the rest of his shopping. He put the empty paper bags in their designated spot for your crafts and was met with a hug from behind.
“Hi Daddy!”
“Hi, baby.” He spun around to hug you back. “What’d you do while I was gone?”
“Ate snack and read my book and then I drawed a new bunny from my dream!”
“Oh yeah? What’d you have for snack?” Lee sensed you getting antsy.
“Carrots and crackers and apples and peanut butter.” You spoke quickly, wanting to know what the surprise was but you knew you had to be a patient baby or Lee wouldn’t give it to you.
“How were the apples?”
“Sweet.”
“How were the crackers?”
“Salty.”
“How was the peanut butter?”
“Sweet and salty.”
“How were the carrots?”
You groaned and smushed your face into his chest. “Daddyyyyy. You’re teasing.”
Lee laughed. “Ya caught me. Daddy won’t tease anymore, baby. Close your eyes and I’ll hand you your surprise.”
You did as he said and were surprised at the feeling of paper in your hands.
“Open your eyes.”
“A bag? What’s Gerald and Geraldine?”
“It’s the name of the store baby, ya gotta open the bag.”
“Oh.”
You peeked inside and let out a piercing shriek. “It’s my Bingo bunny!”
“Your what?”
“Bingo bunny! I saw him in my dream, his name is Bingo! You brought him home! Thank you thank you thank you, Daddy!” You threw your arms around him and kept jumping excitedly.
“You’re welcome, baby. You saw this bunny in your dream?”
“Yeah he was sad because no one loved him and no one gived him kisses but now he’s here and we can love him and give him kisses!”
You kissed the plushie and hugged it tightly to your chest, twisting side to side with excitement. You held the bunny towards Lee.
“You kiss him too, Daddy.”
He shook his head at your insistence and pecked the bunny’s forehead. You made the toy do a happy dance and skipped away, making up a song about bunnies in a meadow.
Lee watched you with a love-struck look on his face. You’d brought out a softness in him that no one had ever seen before. Later, he’d join your playtime and be met with a ton of kisses from you and your bunny.
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littlelioncub43 · 2 years
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Just For Us: Part II
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Summary: The first day of your vacation was a success. The first night proves to be just as eventful. Especially when Lee just can’t help but admire how beautiful you are. He’s in a good mood, sue him. 
Pairing: Sheriff Lee Bodecker x Female!Reader
Word Count: 2,520
Warnings: Fluff, Lee being an absolute sweetheart, smut (18+ ONLY, minors DNI), fingering (f receiving) , praise kink, Daddy kink (it’s Lee, come on, we all know he has a Daddy kink, it’s not surprising), sex in front of the mirror, Lee being a sex God and a really good husband. 
A/N: I had so much fun writing this! I had forgotten just how much fun it was to write something for myself. Don’t get me wrong, I love doing little drabbles for Murderer Monday and Tech Tuesday, but there’s just something so lovely about doing this for me and no one else. I also missed writing for Lee! He’s always such a fun character to soften. We all need a little lovin’ and I figured he did too. This series is a love letter to you, to me, and to our dear Sheriff Bodecker. Let me know what you guys think! Reblogs, comments, and asks are always welcomed and heavily appreciated. At this point I’m asking that you send something nice. I wanna hear it! Hehe ok! Enjoy!
Kisses 💋
—K
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The walk was exactly what Lee needed. The fresh spring air paired nicely with the leisurely atmosphere that took over the normally bustling sheriff. You strolled along a path for the better part of an hour after your meal just talking. You could swear that you’ve never talked more than you did on that walk, and you and Lee liked to talk so that’s saying something. 
The rest of the evening went along in relative silence, albeit a very comfortable one. Lee left you to cook a quick dinner to read on the porch, he’d packed a handful of books that he’s been meaning to get around to reading. You were content in your own little bubble for the time being, alone time was important to you both. 
With dinner ate and dishes cleaned, you both turned in for the night. The space outside a deep black, made even darker by the shroud of trees that surrounded your little cabin. Lee laid on the bed in a white tank top and his sleeping pants, his nose in his book. You hum softly as you move through your nightly routine, applying your face lotion before moving on to your body lotion. The motion of you rubbing the cocoa butter into your legs catches Lee’s attention from the corner of his eye. 
It’s a glance at first, curious at to what the movement was, but when he sees you caress your knee, he’s following the trail of your hands carefully. The silk of your little cream nightgown shines along with your lotion-ed skin, you move higher and higher up your body slowly, massaging the flesh of your body lovingly. Lee’s hands can’t help but itch to do it for you. With his book long forgotten, he sets it aside on his nightstand and makes his way to the bathroom door. He leans one arm against the frame of the door, the other resting on his hip as he blocks the doorway. You don’t stop applying your lotion much to Lee’s delight, he watches lustfully, licking his lip before tugging it between his teeth. 
“Can I help you?” You ask smoothly as you catch sight of him staring. Lee’s eyes slowly drag up the length of your form, not bothering to hide the desire in his gaze as he smirks appreciatively. He chuckles lowly before looking at you through his lashes. 
“I think you can, Sweetheart,” he drawls cooly, he lowers his arm and slowly stalks towards you. Lee takes his place behind you, turning you to face the large vanity mirror. As his hands slide up the sides of your waist, he dips his head to breathe in the floral scent of your shampoo with a pleased groan that sounded more akin to a purr. When he looks up again, he finds you staring back at him. He gives you a loving smile laced with desire, one that you can’t help but return. 
“How are you this pretty?” He coos in your ear, loving the way he can see the bashfulness take hold of you, the way your eyes drop from his, how he can feel your body shiver with happiness at his words. “Got the prettiest wife in the entire world,” he whispers and pulls you against him, relishing in the gasp you let out when you feel his hard on pressing into the swell of your ass. 
The feeling of his hands stroking along the slopes of your hip has you trembling. You loved when he was like this; so kind, so sweet. The rest of the world wouldn’t believe you if you told them that Sheriff Lee Bodecker was whispering sweet nothings into your ear. But if you were honest, you didn’t need them to believe you, you just needed Lee. Thankfully, Lee was all yours, just like you were his. 
“Let me take care a’ya, Babydoll,” he whispers softly into your ear before peppering kisses to your exposed neck. “Y’always take care of me… Let me make ya feel good…” he kisses his way back up to moan into your ear, “Babydoll, I can make you feel so good…”
You didn’t need any more convincing. 
“Lee…” You sighed out, all sweet and soft and his for the taking. You can hear the smirk in his voice and see it painted on his face. 
“That’s it, Baby,” he smiles and turns your head to face him with one warm palm. The feeling of his lips covering yours sends a flurry of butterflies to your stomach, a pleased moan fluttering from your mouth and into Lee’s. He takes his time devouring your lips, his tongue playing with yours, dipping into your soft mouth to taste the minty bite of your toothpaste. A rumbling groan fills your ears and for a moment you think it’s thunder, but when you feel the vibration low in Lee’s wide chest, you melt at the realization. 
The burn for air is the only reason you pull back from the searing kisses that leave your lips plump and slick with spit. Lee grunts as he takes in your appearance, your beauty only seems to enhance with the addition of your swollen lips. You clutch his tank top behind you in one hand and the other braces on top of the hand on your waist as his thick thumb strokes the length of your bottom lip, his face set in a calm yet lustful expression. 
“I’m gonna to give you my fingers, you’re gonna watch yourself cum, in that mirror, right there,” he jerks his chin towards the mirror without breaking eye contact, his voice is deep and gravelly, “then m’gonna take you to bed an’ fuck you nice and deep, jus’ like you deserve.”
“Y-Yes, please,” you gasp out, your legs were nearly jelly already and he hadn’t done more than kiss you.
“Such good manners,” he praises and ruts his hips into you once on instinct, “always been my good girl.” You moan as the words leave his mouth, making him grin smugly, “yeah, I know, Princess.” 
The feeling of his large right hand sliding down the front of your neck to grope your chest through your silky nightgown leaves an ungodly amount of goosebumps behind. He massages the flesh of your breast in unhurried handfuls, taking as much of your tender meat into his hand as possible. You sigh as he works your body, your head falling back to rest on his shoulder. For the time being, Lee allows you to rest against him and look up at him. The intensity of his desire burns deep into your skin as he glares down at you, his breathing beginning to deepen as his hand gets more and more demanding. 
“Oh!” You squeak when his thumb brushes against your stiff nipple, playing with the hardened peak through the fabric. Lee chuckles darkly at your reaction before pressing a kiss to your temple. 
“Eyes on the mirror, Babydoll,” he grumbles and pinches your nipple between his index and thumb, earning another whimper from you. 
You do as he says and turn your attention to your reflections. You can’t help but notice how perfect he looks behind you, wrapped around you, holding you. Lee was truly the perfect male specimen: handsome with crystal blue eyes, cherry lips, strong arms, thick, powerful legs, and a soft, cushion-y belly. He was like a fucking Greek God, created and sent to worship you. 
“Look at yourself, Honey, not me,” he playfully scolds, having caught you staring at him. You give him a shy giggle and reluctantly turn your focus to yourself. Once you’re doing as he asked, Lee lets his fingers dance along the neckline of your sleeping dress while he brushes his nose along the curve of your neck, giving you teasing little bites. A slow brush of his hand pushes down the thin strap off your shoulder, exposing your breast to the chill of the bathroom. 
“So fuckin’ gorgeous,” Lee moans mostly to himself, his hand immediately cupping the swell of your chest, enveloping it in his warm touch. The searing heat of his hand against your flesh had you shivering again, his other hand now ghosting up the side of your thigh. The short hem of your sleeping gown pushed higher and higher as Lee made his way to your core. He took his time, knowing that the longer he took the more you love it. 
“Please,” you whimper just as he brushes the edge of your cotton underwear. You were thoroughly soaked ever since he kissed you, but with all his teasing, the tingling between your legs was nearly painful. 
“Please, what, Sweetheart?” He hums in your ear and gives your nipple another pinch. You squirm in his hold and gasp. 
“Touch me, Daddy,” you moan. Lee groans deep in his chest once more. He loves when you called him that. Thick fingers suddenly press against your center through the soaked cotton, petting you firmly just how you like. You watch in a trance as his hand cups your cunt.  
“So fuckin’ wet for me, ain’t ya? Jus fuckin’ drippin’ all over me,” He growls in your ear, his fingers finding your covered clit and immediately drawing quick circles on it. You give him a shuddering moan of his name in response, your hips rutting into his fingers eagerly. The warning squeeze to your tit has your hips reluctantly stopping. “Stay still, let Daddy take care a’you.”
In one swift motion, Lee pushes off your panties, letting them pool at your ankles. He wastes no time dipping his fingers into your bare pussy, stroking your dripping petals. You both let out a pleased moan at the skin on skin contact, your body leaning back into the firmness of your husband for support. He grins and tilts you back, lifting your left leg with his hand under your thigh, pulling your dress up higher so you can see everything he’s doing to you. 
“Would you look at that,” he moans and kisses along your jaw, both your eyes are focused on the way his thick fingers spread your inner lips, exposing your fluttering pussy to you both. You give him a broken moan and clench around nothing. “Prettiest fuckin’ pussy in the whole world…” he growls in your ear, dipping his long middle finger into you.
“D-Daddy!” You whimper and clutch his arm tightly. You can hear Lee cooing in your ear, but your mind is overwhelmed by the feeling of his thick finger finally stretching you out. In and out, he gently pumps his digit into you, letting it your juices coat his hand. He sneaks his pointer finger in alongside his middle and speeds up ever so slightly. 
“Oh, Princess, what a tight little pussy you have,” he grunts into the sweaty skin of your neck, sucking a deep hickey into the skin. “No matter how many times I fuck you, you’re still always so tight.”
“Please! Faster, Lee, faster, oh my God!” You cry out, your hips wiggling as best they could in his hold. He doesn’t say a thing as he listens, his fingers now fucking into you at a heated pace, his palm grinding into your clit with each flick of his wrist. The relatively large bathroom echoes with the slick sounds of Lee’s fingers filling your cunt and your shared moans and grunts. You feel the grip Lee has on your leg tighten, pulling you open wider for him to play with you better, his fingers going deeper and deeper each time. 
“Can feel ya fluttering around me, Princess,” he sighs and presses his cock into your ass, relieving some of the tension building within him. “Y’gonna cum for me? Y’gonna be my good little girl and cum all over my fingers?”
You try your best to nod, the pathetically sloppy movements of your head makes Lee want to laugh but he keeps his amusement to himself. You catch sight of the ghost of a smirk on his lips. You knew you were a mess, it was hard not to, you could see it right in front of you. Your nightgown was hanging off your shoulder, revealing only one of your breasts, your leg was hiked up and held by one of Lee’s rough hands, your head resting against his shoulder while he finger-fucked you closer and closer to your high. 
The tension between your thighs grew and grew, Lee’s fingers expertly curling into your front wall, just the way you like it. You were done for. 
This time he couldn’t hold back the pleased, throaty chuckle as you thrash in his arms and cum around his fingers. Your nails bite into the meat of his arm as you toss your head back, eyes shut tightly, a cry of your lover’s name falling from your lips. The feeling of your walls clenching down on his fingers has Lee’s hips rutting against you a little harder, his cock straining against the confines of his sleeping pants. 
You whimper as you finally start to come down, the tingly feeling in your limbs makes you feel like you’re floating and sinking all at once. Lee’s fingers milk your orgasm for as long as possible before slowly coming to a stop, his own hips ceasing their movements for the time being. A gentle kiss to your temple has your eyes peeling open to look up at Lee, who was gazing down at you tenderly. He gives you a small smile and another kiss to your temple before muttering a gentle ‘look.’
You turn your heavy head to look back at your reflections. Once Lee was certain you were watching, he slowly eased his cream covered fingers from your snatch. His touch was featherlight and gentle as he smeared your cum along your petals, shushing your little whines of sensitivity. He finally pulls his hand away from your sensitive cunt only to greedily suck them clean, his growls rumbling his chest behind you. 
“Taste so sweet, Sugar,” he praises when he releases his fingers with a pop! “Y’look so fuckin’ pretty when you cum for me,” wet kisses are peppered along your neck and jaw, making you melt even further into him. 
Lee sets your leg back to the floor with care and fixes your nightgown before turning you around to properly kiss you. The kiss is methodical, enough to let you know that he still wants you but gentle enough to not overwhelm you. Your arms wrap around his neck to pull him deeper into the kiss, his arms winding around your middle tightly as he lets you lead the kiss. The need for air pulls you apart, your lips not going far as they brush against each other. 
“I believe you said something about taking me to bed, Mr. Bodecker?” You mumbled sensually against his parted lips. You feel Lee smirk just before his hands suddenly scoop you up and into his arms like he did when he brought you home on your wedding night. 
“Yes, I did, Mrs. Bodecker.”
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dreamlessinparis · 2 years
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Everything You Ever Wanted
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Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Wife!Laura, Steve Kemp x Ex!Laura (but can be read as a reader insert for the most part, no descriptions)
Word Count: 3948
Summary: When an old flame from her past threatens to mess up the life she has, Laura will do anything to help her husband
Warning: explicit sexual content, daddy kink, praise, degration, mentions of selling people/cannibalism (not explicit, just a threat at the end), double penetration, angst, fluff, voyeurism, threesomes, blackmail, manipulation, step-cest, nicknames, teasing, cumplay, double crossing, fingering, mentions of kidnapping, explicit language, 18+
A/N: I wrote this as a little present to my lovely friend @sweeterthanthis. Happy Birthday Laura! You are such an inspiration to me and you’re always there when I need to chat about anything and also fuel my dirty thoughts. So this one’s for you, I hope you enjoy it! I love you very much and I hope you’re having a wonderful day! 💖💖💖🥰🎂🎂🎂Thank you to @sparkledfirecracker for reading it over for me. All mistakes are my own. 
if you’re a minor, please DNI!
Please do not repost, publish or translate my work. Reblogs and comments are appreciated! Thank you for reading :)
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You entered the Sheriff’s office, bringing Lee the lunch he forgot and to file a complaint about how he hadn’t kissed you goodbye before he left this morning. Not really paying attention to where you were going, you ran right into someone.
“Oh I’m sorry,” you quickly apologized, taking a step back to look at the person you’d just run into, “Steve?”
“Hi darling, long time no see,” Steve smiled down at you. It had been years since you’d seen your ex-boyfriend. He looked terrific and you couldn’t stop staring at him. His soft brown hair was wavy and kept falling on his face. Your fingers itched to push it back.
“Kemp, what are ya doin’, loiterin’ in my doorway,” Lee hollered, lumbering out of his office. He came to stand next to the younger man, thumbs hooked in his belt loops, “oh hiya Toots, whatcha doin’ here?”
Maybe it was wrong to be standing in the presence of your ex and your husband, fantasizing about being spit roasted by them atop Lee’s desk. But fuck if that stopped your mind. You shifted your stance to avoid being obvious about squeezing your thighs together beneath your sundress. 
“Am I not allowed to come to see you, Sheriff?” You asked coyly. “Especially since you gave me your last name?”
Steve’s eyes seemed to snap down to the ring on your hand. He let out a chuckle; a short shocked yet almost knowing sound. 
Lee reached forward, looping an arm around your waist, and pulled you into him. He kissed the top of your head, hand roaming down to palm your ass. “Of course, sweet one, was just surprised to see ya, is all.”
He returned his gaze back to Steve as you nuzzled into his soft frame, “you leavin’, Kemp?”
“Yes Sheriff,” Steve smirked, tipping an invisible hat towards the two of you, “good seeing you, sweetheart.” As if to irritate Lee further, Steve gave you a peck on the cheek, lingering to whisper in your ear, “I see you swooped right in after mommy’s sudden disappearance, eh?”
He leaned back, giving you a final wink, and left the office before you could collect yourself to respond.
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Your mother had always been a reckless woman and when she married Lee while you were at college, you weren’t exactly surprised. What surprised you was how much you liked Lee. Probably more than a step-daughter should. Yet you managed to keep your feelings a secret until one stormy night right after your college graduation.
Ironically you and Steve had broken up weeks earlier over a secret he refused to tell you. He had come back from summer vacation almost a new person and you couldn’t figure out why. Feeling untrusted and vulnerable you ended up leaving him and came home heartbroken.
Mother was away on a girls’ trip, leaving you and Lee alone at the house. The two of you were sat in the living room, on opposite ends of the sofa, watching whatever horror he’d chosen for the week. Lee had bonded with you over many things, especially twisty movies thus ensuing a movie night. It was an almost routine thing but sometimes he had to work late but he always made it up to you. 
Halfway through the movie, lightning struck and everything went black. Luckily for you two, you tended to light a bunch of candles any chance you got, so you weren’t in complete darkness. 
“Should come back in a moment,” Lee reassured, patting your foot comfortingly. It always made you wonder whether he felt this electricity between you or if it was all in your head. 
You nodded, pulling the blanket up and snuggling further into the couch. “Did you have a good day?”
God, why did you feel the need to make small talk?
Internally cringing, you risked a glance at Lee, who was leaning back in his seat, one hand on his belly, the other on his ankle.
“T’was alright. Saw this man - nah this boy - tryin’ to flirt with Susie. Y’know Susie from the diner?” He paused, waiting for a response. You hummed and he continued his story about how Tommy was striking out with his pick-up lines. “Do those damn things even work?”
You giggled and answered completely without thinking about who you were talking to, “I wouldn’t know. Pick-up lines aren’t really my thing. I’d rather be pinned down, not picked up.”
The next thing you knew, Lee had tugged you down by your ankle and shifted to cage you onto the couch. “That so, little one? Shoulda said somethin’ sooner. Plenty’a surfaces I coulda pinned you against.”
Your initial shock had dissipated and bravery had settled in. His hardening cock was pressed against your thigh and you were willing to do anything to fit throbbing against your cunt, “Better late than never, Daddy,” you replied, watching his eyes darken at the word before leaning up to kiss him.
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After that, things had progressed naturally in secret. Your mom had been none the wiser, but she still remained an obstacle, one that was clawing at your jealousy anytime she kissed Lee. You loved her though and as much as you wanted Lee, you couldn’t bring yourself to hurt her. 
Luckily you didn’t have to. Her disappearance was sudden and at first, people assumed she’d gone away on a vacation, yourself included. As time passed you grew worried, but slowly you began to accept her absence, and over time as bad as it sounded, you were relieved that you didn’t have to get rid of her yourself. 
The people in town didn’t question your “new” blossoming relationship with Lee. Chalking it up to two grieving souls, finding love in the darkest of times. 
Five years later and you were happily married, still very much in love. 
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Lee never talked about your mother, and sometimes you wondered if it was because he missed her. After her death, Lee helped deal with all the red tape things, making sure you were provided for. Maybe provided for a bit too well for his Sheriff’s salary. 
The conversation had come up once but he had claimed that a favor to a friend had earned him quite a lot of money. What the favor was, or to whom, never came up. You trusted him enough to let it slide but it didn’t quench the curiosity that bloomed in your gut afterwards.
Nothing would break him, not even when you had him tied up, edging him for close to an hour. The man was locked tight. Little did you that you didn’t even have to put in that much effort, that the truth was coming for you faster than you realized. 
Your mother had not been the only female in town to have disappeared, happening almost like clockwork every six months, and Lee seemed less concerned than he should have been. Your mother was the first you’d paid attention to and you had thought she had left on her own account until six months later, another girl was gone. But it was only when your closest friend went missing shortly after walking home with you, that you found his lack of concern extremely alarming. 
“Lee?” You asked, walking into the bedroom, rubbing lotion into your hands. His head popped up from the book he was reading, eyes darkening at the sight of you in your burgundy silk nightgown. You tried to not show how much he affected you, especially when you needed him to focus.
“Yes, little one?”
“I’m worried,” you confessed, climbing onto the bed, straddling his half-naked frame. You rested your hands on his belly and worked your way up his body until they were wrapped around his neck. His large hands splayed on your lower back, rubbing up and down. 
“About what?” He asked, leaning in for a kiss. One kiss led to several but before he could deepen it, you pulled back.
“The missing women. What if I’m next?”
“Why would you think that?”
“They took my best friend, Lee. Who’s to say I won’t be.”
“You won’t,” Lee said sternly.
“Come on, be serious,” you argued, “even mom’s disappearance was weird. Maybe that was connected too.”
“Your mom’s disappearance might not have been a disappearance. For all we know she left on her own accord. You know how terrible with commitment she was.”
“Maybe, but I’m still scared.”
“Laura, I won’t let anything happen to you,” he promised and the sincerity in his voice made you believe him, a weird relief flooding your body. Lee gave you a soft kiss, putting an end to the conversation. You shifted topics, trailing one of your hands down the dense hair on his chest. 
A groan rumbled from his chest, urging you to keep going lower. His hips rolled up to grind his erection against you. The need to give into him was building but you wanted to ask him one more thing before you did. “What was Steve doing at the station the other day?”
Lee huffed, sagging back into the headboard, obviously not liking your question, “really, Laura?”
“Please Daddy, I just want to know.”
“He wants a threesome.”
“A threesome?” You asked in disbelief.
“A threesome,” Lee repeated, not meeting your eyes, choosing to stare at your breasts instead. His offer thrilled you, you weren’t going to lie, but it was so sudden and extremely random. Coming only a week after your run in at the station.
“With him?”
“Yes,” Lee said, through half-gritted teeth. He let out a slow breath and finally met your eye, “Look toots, years ago, Steve did me a favor and I never fully repaid him. He’s come to collect and this is what he wants. Well actually he wanted ya alone but I wasn’t havin’ none’a that.”
You leaned in closer, pressing your body to his, and kissing along his stubbled jaw. 
“So if we do this, your debt will be paid?”
“Yes darlin’,” his hands came to rest on your hips. Your body instinctively reacted to him, your hips grinding down. Lee moaned, bucking up, “Can feel how wet you are, sugar. All that for Daddy? Or are you a little slut, getting excited by the thought of being used by two men?”
You let out a soft whine, his words breaking down your will and creating an image in your head, so vivid and clear. “Both, Daddy. I want it so bad.”
“Anythin’ for my pretty wife,” Lee smirked, taking the reins back from you. “Now be a good girl and ride me. Daddy’s had a long day and you’re my favorite stress relief.”
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It made you slightly nervous that Steve had insisted on coming over to your house. Stating his house was not suited for guests. What did that even mean? Was it too small? Too messy? Was he married? Did he have dead bodies buried in the backyard? All these questions plagued you as you spent the day cleaning and cooking up a feast with the meat that Steve sent over. All thank for hosting gift, you supposed. Either way you made sure to make all of Lee’s favorites.
He was oddly agitated and that only made your nerves worse. Usually he was the one to keep you calm.
Exactly at six o'clock, the door bell rang and you heard Lee grunt as he got off his recliner to answer it. You had managed to time everything perfectly, pulling the roast out of the oven and placing it on the table as Lee entered the room with Steve. 
Steve was holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers, rounding the table to hand them to you and gathering you up in a tight hug. Holding you a bit too long. Lee cleared his throat loudly twice before he released you. Steve's smoky musk scent left your mind muddled and you had to collect yourself for a moment.
You served both men before sitting down. The meal itself was quiet, the anticipation crackling through the air, making it hard to breathe. Your eyes kept bouncing between your husband and your ex, wondering how this was going to go. 
"This was delicious, Laura," Steve complimented, wiping his mouth after his last bite of pecan pie. 
"That's my wife for ya. Makes the best food in town," Lee boasted, puffing his chest. His possessive stance was almost caveman-like. 
You shook your head, giggling as you stood up, beginning to clear the table. "Thank you Steve, I've gotten better over the years."
As you took the plates to the kitchen, you heard Steve say, "must be nice, Bodecker. If I remember correctly your last wife wasn't much of a cook," to which Lee seemed to hiss something incoherent. 
It still wasn't clear to you what their relationship was exactly. Lee was never welcoming of Steve when you were dating. It still seemed strange that he had become indebted to Steve.
You stood in front of the sink, unsure of whether to start the dishes or to go back into the dining room. Luckily Lee chose for you, entering the kitchen and coming up to press himself against your back. "How you doin', Toots?"
He kissed up the nape of your neck and you felt the tension release from your body, melting into him. "I'm not sure," you admitted. Lee turned you around to face him, his eyes surveying your face. He was searching for something, almost like he was going to put an end to things if he sensed something off. 
"Are you still willing to do this?" He asked. You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss him hard. Lee groaned into your mouth, his tongue tangling with yours. The two of you were lost in the heated kiss, his hands grabbing your waist and lifting you up to sit on the counter. 
Lee left your lips, continuing down your neck as his hands slid beneath the hem of your dress. His fingers teasing along your inner thighs, "Daddy," you whined, spreading your legs wider, trying to guide him to where you need him. Both of you forgetting about the man in the other room.
"Such a needy wife," Lee mumbled against the delicate skin of your collar bones. Your body clenched at his words, arousal pooling between your hips. "Are you gonna be a good little slut for me?"
You whimpered, digging your nails into his biceps. Lee pulled back, his piercing eyes dark with lust and he grabbed your chin, turning you towards the doorway of the kitchen. Steve was standing there, watching the two of you, his hand palming his growing erection.
Lee's free hand dipped between your legs, slipping two fingers beneath the gusset. You were soaked and he now knew it, coating his fingers before pushing them into you. A strangled moan fell from your lips, eyes fluttering shut.
"Eyes on me, baby. I wanna watch you fall apart," Steve demanded. 
Lee's lips found the shell of your ear, "be good for Daddy and do as he says, little one."
You gave a jerky nod, as you struggled to open your eyes. Lee's fingers pumped in and out of your wet channel, stroking your silky walls with expert precision. He knew you like the back of his hand, having the ability to make you unravel so quickly. 
The squelching sounds of your cunt filled the kitchen, combining with your soft pants. 
"So fucking wet," Lee said, curling his fingers to hit your sweet spot. Steve's eyes were locked to yours as Lee continued to take you apart, his lips peppering your heated skin. 
Steve licked his lips, his gaze growing more heated. You felt so exposed like he was undressing you with his eyes. The situation had your whole body tingling with excitement and you clenched around Lee, making him chuckle against your skin. He was enjoying your reaction.
Your eyes dragged down the length of Steve's body, taking in his black button down and black slacks. Even against the dark fabric, you could make out the shape of his cock. Your mouth watered, and you wanted him to take himself out.
"You look pretty like that, baby. How's that feel?" Steve asked. He began to come closer to you and the sexual electricity crackled with each step.
"Fuck," you breathed, "so good."
"I feel you flutterin' around me, darlin'. You gonna come for me?"
"Can I, Daddy?" You asked, your tone almost a whimper. Lee nodded, capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss. He quickened his pace, grinding his palm against your clit. Fireworks exploded behind your eyes as your orgasm crashed over you. Lee swallowed all the noises you made, as if he didn't want to share them with Steve just yet. 
You came down from your high, breathing heavily and took in the two men. Both of them were eyeing you with a hunger that threatened to ruin you and you found your nerves had been replaced with lust. 
"My turn," Steve stated, stepping forward. Lee snarled, blocking his path.
"We do things my way, Kemp, or not at all. You'll have your turn on my terms. Got it?"
Steve held up his hands, placating Lee, but his eyes were full of mischief. You knew he was humoring Lee, especially since your husband was the one in debt.
Lee helped you off the counter, and the three of you headed to your bedroom. 
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Steve stood by your bed, unbuttoning his shirt as he watched Lee help you out of your dress. His eyes were hot on your skin as they followed Lee's hands mapping out the curves of your body.
Lee kissed down your spine as he pulled your panties down, letting them fall to your ankles. "Lie on the bed, Kemp," Lee ordered and Steve did as he was told.
He sat up on his elbows, making sure to keep his eyes on you. Lee stood behind you, palming your breasts possessively, kneading them. His fingers tweaked your nipples, tugging on them hard to make your body arch. You keened, grinding back against his cock. 
You were disappointed that he was still wearing his pants so you could feel his velvety girth against your ass. But your mind was easily distracted as Lee bit on your pulse point, making you moan.
"I want you to take Steve's cock out, little one, and make him feel good," Lee ordered.
"With my mouth, Daddy?"
"With that pretty pussy, baby. Get all nice and wet so Daddy can slide right in too." His words made you clench and you eagerly nodded, going forward to straddle Steve.
Steve's hands grabbed your hips, allowing you to grind your bare cunt on his clothed erection. You could hear Lee undressing behind you and you wanted to peek but he wouldn't be too happy with you if you didn't do as you were told.
Your hands trailed down the window of his unbuttoned shirt, fingertips tracing his smooth skin, to the buckle of his pants. You made quick work of undoing them, pulling his cock free. He was thick, and throbbing in your hand. Giving him a couple pumps as you dragged the tip through your swollen folds. 
Steve's head fell back, his face twisted in pleasure. Lining him up, you sank down on his length. The stretch burned but was welcomed and you rocked your hips until you took in every inch. 
"God, you feel amazing," Steve groaned, "I almost forgot how tight you were."
Planting your hands on either side of Steve's head, you began to roll your hips. Slowly building up your pace. Steve lifted his head to suck on your nipples, giving each other equal attention.
"Steve," you keened, rolling your hips down harder. His hands dug into the soft skin of your waist and he began to buck up to meet your motions.
The pressure was beginning to build in your core again and it wasn't long before your second orgasm flooded your body. "Fuck, you're squeezing me so hard, I'm not gonna last long."
"Not yet Kemp," Lee growled, "I want to be in there when you fill her."
Steve's body tensed, as he held himself back. You felt another set of hands on your waist and Lee lifted you up, flipping you over so you could see your husband. Your hands braced you up and Steve's hands on your hips kept you steady.
Lee guided Steve's cock back into you, his other hand jerking his own cock. You watched his hand go up and down his long cock. Lee was bigger than Steve in all ways, and he always left you aching anytime he fucked you but you craved him. Wanting him to split you in two any chance he got.
His tip nudged against Steve's cock, pushing in slowly beside him. You gripped handfuls of the sheets beneath you, watching as he stretched you out further.
"Look at this greedy little cunt, pullin' me in. You see this, baby?" Lee groaned as he continued to push in inch by inch, "See how good you're doin', takin' all of me."
"Made for you," you said in a slurred voice, overwhelmed with pleasure to properly form words. 
"Exactly, little one. Made just for me," he snapped his hips forward, bottoming out those last few inches. You let out a shriek, which was cut short by Lee's hand wrapping around your throat. 
The two men slammed in and out of you, your slick allowing them to glide easily against each other, grunting as they fucked you. The only thing you could do was hold on and let them use you. 
Steve's hand slipped down through your curls, his middle finger finding your clit as he began to rub vicious little circles. Harder and harder until the coil snapped once more. You came hard, arousal gushing out around these cocks.
Neither of them lasted long after that. Steve came first, his hand gripping your hip tight as he shouted your name. Lee seemed to be holding out until Steve came, wanting to claim you last. His hand tightened around your throat, as he pressed his forehead against yours.
"Gonna fill you up, little one," he growled, "so full, you're gonna feel me drippin' outta ya for days."
You tried to nod, words escaping you as you tried to convey your need. With a final thrust, he moaned and came, shooting his thick ropes of cum into you, mixing with Steve's.
You must have blacked out somewhere around where they pulled out of you, and Lee began using his fingers to push back in cum that was escaping because the rest was a blur and you didn't come to until Lee had you tucked in bed. He kissed your forehead and began to leave.
"Daddy," you mewled and he shushed you, keeping you down as you tried to sit up.
"I'll be back, Toots. Just gonna show our guest out."
You nodded sleepily, snuggling back in.
"Sweet dreams, Laura," Steve said as he also kissed your forehead. If you weren't so tired, you'd have giggled at the sound of disgust Lee made, "Don't get antsy, Bodecker, I did get rid of her mother for you. The least you can do is let me kiss her goodbye."
"You got your dues, Kemp. Our debt is settled."
"Our debt isn't settled until every last bit of her is gone. She's a rather tough one to sell, something about her being a bit too hard to chew."
The words didn't make sense to you, almost as if you were dreaming them. 
"What's that supposed to mean?" Lee spat, "what else do you want?"
"Don't worry, Lee. I'm sure we'll be able to figure out a suitable arrangement. Maybe next time you'll let me take Laura out for the night."
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Darlin’
Chapter 1
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"Mr. Bodecker," Lee was pulled out of his thoughts as it was finally his turn to be seen. He wheeled himself over to the nurse and handed her the paperwork. From there, she wheeled him through the emergency department back to a private room.
"Here we are, Mr. Bodecker. I can help you onto the bed and get you comfortable."
"That sounds great, thank you."
"Okay, on three, lift and pull yourself over, and I will hold up your leg and move with you, okay?"
He nods, knowing that no matter how he moves, it will hurt, but a bed will be better than a wheelchair.
"One, two, three," she said
Lee kept his composure, while on the inside, he was cursing himself for being so stupid.
"Alright, sir, the other nurse will be in shortly to help you get changed and get an IV started."
He thanks the nurse and lays back in an attempt to relax. He hopes this is not too serious and that he can return to work as soon as possible. He lifted his head as he heard a knock on the door.
"Good evening Mr. Bodecker, I'm y/n, and I'll be your nurse tonight."
"Evening, um, you can call me Lee. Mr. Bodecker is too formal," he said, somewhat stumbling over his words. She wasn't like the other nurse. Her presence relaxed him and made him feel warm.
"Okay, Lee, can we get you changed into a gown?"
"Um yeah, that's fine." Lee unbuttons his white uniform shirt, which now looks to be a brown color from the tumble he took just a few hours prior. He then removed his undershirt. He was quick to throw it to the side and put on the gown to cover his top half. He usually was okay with how he looked. He was never too in tune with how he appeared to others. As he covers himself, he watches y/n grab a pair of scissors. At first, he was a little confused until he realized that his pants were the only things he needed to remove.
"Do you have to cut them off?"
"With your injury, it will be too painful to remove them normally."
Lee sighed in defeat but knew he didn't have a choice. "Alright, go ahead." Y/n cut up the right leg, careful not to cut off his undergarments. She carefully pulled the material out from underneath him and pulled the pants down normally on his left leg. She covered him with a blanket to keep him from getting cold.
"I have to do an assessment before I do anything else. So can you tell me how you sustained this injury, Lee?
"Uh, well, we were chasing a suspect, and I wasn't paying attention and fell into a little hole in the ground. I heard a pop and felt a hell of a lot of pain. With all this weight on me, I guess a fall like that would hurt."
"Don't be so hard on yourself, Lee. How would you rate your pain right now?"
"Right now, it's about a seven."
As y/n went through the rest of her assessment, Lee couldn't help but admire her figure in her sterile white nurse's uniform. The white material hugged her curves in just the right way; the uniform was very modest yet almost scandalous at the same time. Lee hadn't felt this flustered since he was flirting for the first time in high school. And he didn't think he could ever be more thankful for some idiot running from the police. Lee brought himself back down to earth when y/n asked to examine his leg.
"Lee, is it okay if I take a look?"
"Yeah, go ahead."
Y/n lifted the cover over Lee's right leg. She also lifted his gown to get a good look at his hip. He had very noticeable bruising on the outside of his thigh that went up above his hip and apparent swelling of his knee. She could see him scrunching his face in pain as she palpated his leg and around the bruised area.
"How are you feeling?"
"Well, my leg feels like I've been run over, but I have a pretty girl like you taking care of me, so it's conflicting." Lee chuckled
Y/n blushed as she isn't accustomed to patients being so sweet while in so much pain.
"That's very sweet of you, Lee. Thank you."
Knowing that he made y/n blush made Lee feel a lot better. He didn't know where his confidence came from to say something like that to her.
"Alright, let's get you an IV for some pain meds, and we'll get an x-ray done."
After covering Lee back up, y/n grabbed the supplies to start an IV. As she ties a tourniquet onto his arm and looks for a good place for the IV. Lee watches her movements but becomes tense as she begins to clean his skin with some alcohol.
"This won't hurt too bad, will it, sweetheart?"
"Only if you act like a baby about it."
"For your information, I am a very tough sheriff; a little needle isn't going to bother- ow son of a bitch!"
"So what were you saying about being a 'tough sheriff.'" She replied as she placed an adhesive patch over the IV to protect it.
"A little warning would have been nice sweetheart."
"I'm going to give you something to help with the pain." She injects medication into the IV. "How are you feeling Lee?"
"Darlin’, I feel almost like a brand new man."
"Well, that's good. Give it some more time for it to kick in fully. I'm going to take you for your x-ray in a little bit but for now, just get some rest."
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