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#daddy!lee bodecker fluff
pahtoosh · 8 months
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In one of your lates work lee said she is a brat.. can I request something based on this?
Like when she gets upset that HE her DADDY called her something mean . How does he earn her trust and forgiveness back? 🥺
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18+
wc: ~1200 words
warnings: name-calling, lee gets very mad in this, apologies and tears with one reallyyy long hug. gets a little preachy at the end which i normally don’t vibe with but it felt appropriate for this au
a/n: i cannot even BEGIN to tell you how excited i was when i read this request! i tried writing it immediately but the story got away from me several times🤭 anyway today i managed to stay on track! woo! thank you so much, lovely anon. i hope you like this one🫶
pairing: lee bodecker x gn!little!reader
summary: lee takes his frustrations out on you and accidentally calls you something mean
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“And look! Now Bingo Bunny has a hat to match his brown pants.”
“That’s nice, sweetheart-“
“Oh! I forgot his brown glasses too!” You ran back to your room to pick up yet another tiny accessory to show Lee. Ever since he got home an hour ago, you were running back and forth between his office and your room to show him your new treasures. Each toy had a story that reminded you of another toy which also had a story that connected to a totally different toy.
Lee sighed. He’d seen your entire toy collection by now. This little show-and-tell had started with the toys you bought by yourself today and devolved into a near encyclopedia of your entire collection.
Lee wanted to indulge your need for attention, but he needed to make one last phone call before he was officially done with work for today. Lee found he could never truly relax if he knew he had something to do or somewhere to be.
“I got the glasses! Look at Bingo, Daddy!” You held the bunny out and made him do a little dance.
“He’s lookin’ sharp, sugar.” He beckoned you over and leaned a little closer, then began to speak as if he were telling you a secret. You stopped buzzing for a moment to give Lee all of your focus, he knew just how to excite you and get your attention.
“Why don’t cha make a few more outfits for Bingo and do a fashion show for me later, yeah? Spend a long time on ‘em now. Make sure they’re perfect.”
“Okay, Daddy!” You left your daddy’s office once again, unaware that he was just trying to distract you.
Lee took advantage of this moment to swiftly lock his door and make the phone call. The sooner he could get this over with, the sooner he could be a proper daddy to you.
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What was supposed to be a ten minute call ended up getting to forty minutes. Lee and Deputy O’Connolly were trying to review the security plan for the county fair, but they kept running into issues. Lee was nearing the end of his rope.
“What kinda idiot put Burke and Smith on entrance security? Those two ain’t nothin’ but trouble. Put ‘em together and add the pretty girls entering the fair into the mix and the line’ll grow ‘till it’s near half a mile!”
“I tell ya, this is the last time I trust anyone else to do shift assignments,” Lee groaned.
The two men continued talking as they made edits to their respective paper copies of the security plan. Then, Lee heard your little hand trying to wiggle open his office door.
“Hold on a second.” Lee covered the receiver and shouted to you, “I’m a bit busy right now!”
You shouted a response, but your voice didn’t project as well as Lee’s and it was muffled by the door.
“I’ll be out later, bunny! Just give me ten more minutes!” Lee thought that was the end of it, but you continued shaking the doorknob and started trying to push the door in.
“For the love of- I’ll call ya back later, Deputy.” Lee hung up the phone and stomped to the door, opening it with a huff.
You were still leaning on the door, but you managed to find your footing after the wood abruptly slipped away from you.
“Oh! Daddy, hi!”
“What is it? Is there a fire?”
“I got Bingo all dressed up! Come look!” You tried pulling Lee’s hand so he’d follow you, but he stayed rooted in his spot.
“Not now, bunny. Daddy’s on a very important phone call.”
“But you said-“
“Well now I’m sayin’ ‘not now’, aren’t I? You know the rules. Ya can’t interrupt Daddy at work unless it’s an emergency and ya sure as hell can’t go around trying to break down every door that stands in your way!”
“I just wanted to show you my Bingo,” you said quietly.
“And I’ll look at him later, but right now I’ve gotta explain to Deputy O’Connolly why I hung up on him ‘cause you’re too much of a damn airhead to know what a locked door means!”
You froze in front of Lee, too stunned to react.
He closed his eyes and ran a hand over his face. “Shit. Baby, I-“
Before Lee could continue, a whimper made its way out of your mouth, breaking you out of your trance and allowing you to run away.
Your daddy watched as you sped into your room and shut the door. He felt pathetic for taking his anger out on his baby. The sheriff wasn’t used to the feeling of white-hot anger and shame rolled into one. These weren’t the actions of the man he prided himself on being.
Lee took a few deep breaths before trying to open your door. You’d taken a page out of his book and locked it this time. You didn’t usually do this. Even when you were upset, you’d leave it unlocked, not even thinking to keep Lee out.
“Bunny, please open the door. Daddy wants to say somethin’ to ya.” Lee leaned his head on the door.
“Daddy gonna say somefin mean ‘gain!” you sobbed.
“No I’m not, I wanna apologize to ya.” Lee sighed. “I’m gonna get the key to your door okay? I need you to hear this.”
“No! No! Don’t wanna hear anything! Just leave me alone!”
Lee’s heart broke at the realization that he had lost your trust. He was your daddy. He was supposed to love you unconditionally and protect you from people who said mean things: people like him.
A tear slid down Lee’s cheek. “Baby, I’m sorry,” he said, his voice cracking slightly. “Daddy’s so fuckin’ sorry he said those mean things to ya. You’re not an airhead. You’re my smart, sweet, beautiful baby. I don’t deserve a perfect little thing like ya.”
Lee leaned against the wall. He was willing to wait as long as it took for you to let him in. To his surprise, not a minute later were you bursting through the door and wrapping your arms around him.
“Hey there, bunny. There’s my sweet baby,” Lee cooed.
You were still crying as you clung onto him. Lee continued soothing you with his words and touch.
“I know, I know.”
“Daddy’s so sorry, baby.”
When the last sobs left your body, Lee apologized again. It wasn’t perfect. Lee was never great with words. But it was soft and real. A gentle whisper in your ear while he hugged you so tight that you felt his tummy rumble with each passing syllable.
“I forgive you, Daddy.”
“You don’t have to, bunny. Daddy was awful to ya. Give me some time to make things right.”
You shook your head against his chest. “I forgive you,” you repeated, stubbornly.
Lee was at a loss for words. How could he ever repay your love? He settled for kissing your forehead and lingering for a moment. He thought about how lucky he was to have you and, for the first time in a while, Lee prayed. He prayed to someone, anyone, that he’d be able to make this up to you.
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hansensgirl · 2 years
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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!
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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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iraot · 1 year
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What I Want | l.b x f!reader
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Pairing: Lee Bodecker x F!reader Word Count: 10.9k Summary: She knows what she wants, and knows what she has to do to get it - nothing will get in her way of getting that ring on her finger. Warnings: p in v sex, age gap ( 12 - 15 years ), anal, oral sex - lots of it, public sex, virginity loss, roleplaying, breeding, throat fucking, hair pulling, pussy job, dacryphilia, somnophilia, harmatophilia, cum marking thigh fucking, daddy kink, oral fixation maybe a lil fluff here and there this is obviously porn.
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Her family wasn't well off in Knockemstiff. In fact, her entire family worked a job just so they could get by. Feeding six mouths wasn't easy, and now that her youngest brother was old enough to work - her father had suggested she go out and find herself a husband. It wasn't as if she didn't have her eyes on someone, she knew where her affections resided.  For the last six months, she'd taken quite a liking to the recently elected town Sheriff, even if he was quite a bit older than herself - she found that she didn't mind all that much.
The unattached sheriff was fair game, even if she knew some of the older women had their eyes on him. She was positive she could make him her own, no matter the cost. Today, she planned on making her move, at least the first one. Hair in pretty curls and her sun dress just a tad too short - he'd be hers, hook, line, and sinker.  There were many things she wanted, but being a wife was something that was expected of her, but she accepted nothing but the best. The mayor was married. The mayor's son, seeing someone seriously - not to mention he wasn't very attractive. Sheriff Bodecker had her in a tizzy in the worst way possible, her heart thumping and mind racing; thinking of the things he could do to her. 
She'd make him see, he couldn't resist her - she was sure of it. 
She heard her mother call her name and she rushed down the stairs with a small smile on her lips, "Sorry, was touching up my hair." she sighed as she slid her shoes on by the front door. Her father shook his head and then motioned for her to hurry up. There was a community picnic, and every year it was always the same - bad side dishes made by grandmas who only boiled their meats and jello salad that made her want to not eat anything for the rest of her life. If she had the ability she would strike down any person who really liked it; it was a monstrosity.
"Do you remember what we talked about, sweetheart?" her father asked as they walked onto the green grass. "Take your time but… try and mingle a bit; so long as he does right by you I'll support you."
A small smile curved her lips, she'd do better than that. Who was better than the Sheriff when it came down to it? No one. It wasn't unknown to her that he held powers within the city, perhaps, even ones the mayor didn't have. Respect amongst those who voted him into the position, be it forced or true loyalty - she wasn't naive.  The town she lived in was riddled with the bad type, hell, she'd stayed as far away from the church as she could without being seen as a Godless woman. There was something about the man preaching those sermons that made her uneasy,  a part of her hoped he wouldn't be here long - though, once she had her husband she'd make sure he got rid of him for good. 
As she set the bowl of potato salad on the wooden picnic table she lifted her eyes just in time to meet the stormy blue ones of the Sheriff as he approached the table. "Sheriff," she smiled sweetly in a greeting, she saw it then - his eyes flicker over her face then down her body. Pretending not to notice she continued, "Would you like me to make you up a plate? I made this myself, the first time I'm actually able to contribute." her job helped with that. Her favorite dish by far at these picnics was the things she made herself or whatever her mama managed to cook up. 
"That'd be mighty nice, Miss." he drawled with a quirk of his lips and she had to suppress the thoughts of pressing her mouth to his. Time. It was too soon, and like a moth to a flame he'd be drawn in; her mama had told her as much.  Picking up one of the paper plates she began to put food on his plate, laying out each side then moving down the table her eyes flitting to his in question. He seemed to know what she was asking and he pointed at the ham pieces,  "Thank ya', miss." he said to her as she handed him his plate. "Anytime, Sheriff," she replied as she eyed him then looked back when she heard her name called. Hooked. She had him, now she needed to act as usual, let him watch her like she'd been watching him. Her Mama hadn't snagged her daddy by chance - it'd been her choice and her choice alone that had drawn her daddy in. Even now she saw how tightly she had him wrapped around her finger, and if she too could snag a good husband her future would be assured. 
Lee Bodecker was handsome. She wasn't sure if other people thought so, but she didn't really care what other people thought. He drew out emotions in her that no one else ever had, even kissing Brad behind the bleachers in high school had never made her feel the way this man did. Having never touched him or been touched by him, and yet he'd brought out emotions and physical responses she'd never felt before except on the happenstance that she woke up from a rather heated dream. 
Her friend wrapped her in a hug and she smiled at her. Lindsey had recently gotten married to her high school sweetheart and she'd gotten to attend the wedding. The last memory she had of a wedding was when a distant family friend had gotten married, but she'd been so young she didn't quite understand the meaning behind it. Now, she could hardly wait to get married herself; not an obsession, at least that's what she told herself.
"You're back! How was your honeymoon?" she asked her excitedly. Lindsey had a sheepish look on her face, a flush in her cheeks. "It was perfect, we went to the beach and spent ...most of the time in the room," Lindsey admitted to her and she grinned. "We're happy to be home, though. It was nice but so exhausting. I missed our bed and you."
"That's so wonderful, I've never been to Florida. Don't think I'd like it too much," scrunching her nose she shrugged a little. "I'd rather -" "Spend your honeymoon in a cabin, in the woods with your -" She covered her mouth and hissed, "Shush you!" making Lindsey burst into a fit of laughter her head tilting back. "So… how is that going then? He hasn't taken his eyes off you." A suggestive look crossed her features, looping Lindsey's arm with her own. "That's new." Shrugging she huffed, "Very new,  I've only just begun but it shouldn't take too long," she spoke quietly as she looked at her, "I'm nervous." admitting this to anyone other than Lindsey wouldn't bode well. She always put on an air of confidence, and sure she knew she was beautiful; desirable. It didn't mean he would want her, however. That thought alone worried her, despite his lingering gaze and darkening eyes. 
"You have nothing to be worried about," Lindsey told her softly,  "You have his attention… now keep it.. you remember what  I told you… what I taught you?"
She did. She remembered every detail of what she'd been told, of their little study sessions, but it still didn't help the persisting anxiety that flooded her veins at the thought. "It's going to do a midday downpour, use that to your advantage." Looking up at the sky she caught a look at the heavy clouds that started to form together, and a crack of thunder rolled through the air. 
"I swear you're a witch sometimes," she murmured. "Just wishing things into existence. Your potato salad is open," Lindsey informed her causing her head to jerk and rush towards it as the rain began to sprinkle down on them. She pushed the lid down hearing it click into place. Before she knew it the rain was pouring down like a water faucet, and a hand grasped her wrist. 
"C'mon," he motioned quickly towards his car, his jacket over them both only working minimally.  Sprinting through the rain he opened the passenger door for her and she slid in the car with ease over the leather seats. Closing her door he walked to his side of the car and climbed in grunting as he pushed a hand over his face. Her eyes darted to her reflection in the mirror scrunching her nose at what she saw. All that hard work for nothing; she should have anticipated the weather to turn sour on such an important day. 
"Thank you, Sheriff." She breathed, turning her gaze to him before offering him a smile. His eyes dropped down to her lips and she felt a jolt of anticipation lick up her spine. "Looks like we're rained out." The park was empty, people waiting in their cars for the downpour to end - they normally didn't last long but the lightning that shot across the sky had her thinking this would last a little bit longer than they were used to.
"Seems like… it'll stop soon," his gruff voice spoke, "You look beautiful today, Miss."
Her face heated at the compliment, "All ruined now, I suppose."
"I count myself lucky I got to see it, but I feel luckier seeing you like this." Smooth. She hadn't expected him to be so forward, she'd been told her was as dense as a doorknob, perhaps she'd been mistaken.  "Please, call me Lee. We're friends, aren't we?"
"Are we, Lee?" she asked him, they hadn't talked a whole lot. He might have spoken to her a time or two in the last few months but nothing that stood out to her - not really. The question was something that had caught her off guard, chances were if she hadn't spoken to him today he'd have gone on like they always had. Dancing around this simple attraction - too scared for either to do anything about it. The sound of the rain was deafening against the top of the sheriff's car, no one could see in or out, or hear them talk so privately. If it weren't raining this would be considered wrong, but a part of her wanted this -a moment alone with the man she hoped would someday be her husband. 
His hand shot out suddenly causing her to yelp as he manhandled her onto his lap. This definitely wouldn't be seen as chaste on her end, she'd be the only one who received backlash if anyone saw her in this position. Lee grabbed at her backside pulling her hips closer to his as her legs straddled him, "You're somethin'...hell, honey." he mumbled as he looked her in the eyes. "Teasin' me for months. I gotta have you - "
"No.." it was firm, but that was the rule, wasn't it? He couldn't have what he wanted until she was his wife, and that was final.  "I can't."
He growled a little before pulling her closer to him and crushing his mouth to hers, she obliged only because she felt as if she would pass out if she didn't. Feeling him so closely, so hard under and against her in ways she didn't know how to process. His open mouth against hers, she could taste the sweet candy on his tongue as her hips ground against his. Lee's hands gripped her dress lifting it enough so he could grasp her backside in his hands and then squeeze. 
"Do you want me?" she whispered against his mouth breathlessly.
"Fuck yes, I want you.." 
A soft smile worked its way onto her features as she rolled her hips onto hips a long moan escaping him, just like she and Lindsey had practiced. "You can have me.. but.." she trailed off. 
He looked at her frantically confusion clouding his features. Arousal clogged up any rational thought as she worked her hips over him. Line. She had him where she wanted him again. "But what, honey?" he gasped as she ground against him especially hard. 
"I promised my Daddy I'd stay good till I got married…" she moaned her head tilting back, rolling her hips over his was surprisingly easy. The feel of his hard cock rubbing against her clothed center, she hoped she didn't leave a wet spot - that'd be hard to explain away. 
Lee rested his head back against the seat as his hands guided her hips against his, "Shit," he almost whimpered, "Please honey… I'll treat you right."
Leaning close to his ear she rocked her hips against him quicker, her own eyes closing hazily. "I could be yours," she whispered a small moan escaping her his hips moving to meet hers, "don't you want me to be yours….your pretty..little..wife." A dirty grind with each word to enunciate them, her lips sealed against his as he let out a whine bucking his hips against hers. His hand went up gripping the hair at the back of her head as he jerked his hips up into hers - he was close. Lindsey had taught her a few things, the signs when a man was rushing towards his release.
"to really make him yours,  show him what you're willing to do.." the explanation left much to be desired. The act itself seemed disgusting, but she knew that if he was her's that she'd have no worries. Moving off his lap causing him to grumble trying to bring her back to finish what she started. She pulled at his belt, and he seemed to quite in understanding then - as expected. He assisted her by lifting his hips to pull his pants down ever so slightly then removing himself from the confines of his pants. She leaned over taking him in her mouth without hesitation - his hand immediately went to the back of her head, "Fuck, honey." his eyes rolled back while thrusting up into her mouth causing her to gag in an attempt to take him all. 
"So good.. that's it fucking suck.. oh fuck just like that.." he moaned his hand moving from her head and down her back to her backside, sliding up the back of her skirt. His fingers moved over the damp spot of her underwear grunting, "Wet just for me, hm? Been chasin' you for a while, honey." Sinker.
Had he been chasing her, she hadn't noticed. How? The salty taste of him invaded her mouth as his fingers moved over her slit then dipped between her folds pressing over her clit.  His moans ripped from his chest, "Don't spill any, honey, don't make a mess…" he panted as he shoved her head down to the base grunting, curses leaving his mouth as he thrust into the back of her throat.
Swallowing him down as her eyes watered she felt his fingers speed up their ministrations between her thighs sending her careening over the edge of her first climax with a man. He pulled her mouth off him and her senses were dulled but she could hear the crack of thunder across the sky, the rain still pounding on the roof of the vehicle.  Lee pulled her close to him, his mouth claiming hers. "You will be… my pretty… pretty wife," he murmured his tongue fucking into her mouth, "You were always gonna  be." 
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Lee thought back to that storm at the community picnic often, how she hadn't realized he was going to make her his then. He knew she had her eyes on him, but he'd been watching her too. Had been since he began running for Sheriff, but he could let her distract him from his goal. Not then. In the next two years, he'd be making bigger moves, ones that required a wife and he'd be damned if he didn't have an eager one. He could still feel her mouth sucking him dry, he wanted to feel the back of her throat again but that'd have to wait. Today was important for other reasons, meeting her parents wasn't anything new; in fact, he'd met them several times before. They were good people, with four kids to feed and he knew they were looking at getting their oldest married and out of the house.
He was all too eager to oblige them, he'd more than willingly take her off their hands. He'd show her he was just as determined; she'd learn the easy way or the hard way that there was no escaping his will. 
She would indeed make a very pretty, pretty wife. 
When he arrived at her family home, he knew he had to go about this the right way. Winning over her parents would be the quickest way to make her his - he knew if her parents didn't approve then things might be a bit more difficult, but nothing would stop him from getting what he wanted. Lee wasn't a person who accepted being rejected by anyone or anything; just like his position as Sheriff. The moment it was known he was running for the position there was no talk of anyone else vying for it. He'd been a deputy for over ten years - he deserved this job. He wasn't just a selfish prick, but he had the experience to back it up. 
The town of Knockemstiff needed a firm hand, one he was all too willing to give, with the questionable folks that littered the town. If they were left to their own devices he knew it would fall to ruins, and he made sure to keep everything nice and tidy.  He knocked on the front door,  dressed casually for the position he was hoping for. Knowing she was a bit younger than himself, he didn't want to come on too strong but she had made her position clear - what she wanted perfectly crystal. Lee didn't feel so bad about the things he was going to do to her once she was his, but he had to play his cards right - put a ring on her finger at just the right time even if both of them were impatient for the end result.
"Sheriff, is everything okay?" Her father answered the door, and he didn't mean to feel intimidated but he knew he wouldn't want some asshole like him coming after his daughter- unfortunate for him though; he didn't have a choice.
With a nod of his head, he gave a weak smile, "I'm actually here on a personal visit, it's about your daughter." it didn't sound good but it got the man's attention, he wanted to hold it so he understood just where Lee stood when it came to her.  His honey was not going to belong to anyone else, and he wasn't above making a show of it if he had to. 
Her father spoke her name in confusion, and he nodded before walking into the house. "I want you to know my intentions, the last thing I want is for it to come as a surprise to you but… I am interested in taking her out, there is a fair a town over I want to take her to next week," he informed him, the other man's face morphed in realization.
"I was kind of hoping she would find men her own age to… date," her father admitted, "as long as you'll treat her well.. I'm sure you're aware a woman her age will want children if things progress." Lee knew that very well and the very thought of her swollen with his child almost made him foam at the mouth. His lovely honey, he couldn't get her off his mind - those touches, her mouth on his -- "yes, sir… I'm not under any false impressions.. .I'm not getting any younger and I'd like a few kids of my own…" he admitted with a small shrug as if the thought hadn't just turned his mind to mush while making him semi hard in his slacks. 
"Well, if you'd like to visit with her she is upstairs. I don't have an issue with it, she is a grown woman after all, and… well if we're being honest, I'd rather it be someone we know and trust." Lee would have to question her about that later but nodded shaking his hand before pointing to the stairs. "Last door on the left."
Lee knew now he'd have to make it his life mission to protect his daughters, letting some man or asshole like himself think he could put his paws on his daughter - well he had another thing comin'. Dating was normal, but he didn't know how he felt about it being his own child - he was well aware of the double standard he had. He made his way down the hall and knocked on the door before opening it, he heard her surprised gasp then shuffle, moving to greet him. Her arms wrapped around him, and he smoothed his hand over her hair the other on her waist.
"God, I missed you," he murmured against the top of her head, she looked up at him and then pulled him into her room gently shutting her bedroom door. Once he was sure they were alone he pressed his mouth to hers swallowing her gasps of delight, his hands gripping her waist tightly.
"I missed you more," she giggled when he released her mouth from his, his hands snaking down her body and squeezing her backside with a devious grin curling his lips. "So, what brings you here?" he grumbles at her question; as if she doesn't know. The minx. The memory of them in his car kept him awake at night, making him harder than he'd ever been in his life and wanting to fill her full of his cum.
"Don't play coy now," he murmured as he backed her toward her bed, "I'm going to take you out Friday, and then again the following Wednesday…" he informed her as he pushed her back onto her bed.
Her eyebrows rose in shock for a moment, "Is that so?" she asked a small smile curving her lips as she leaned back on her elbows. 
Lee grunts as he kneels down between her legs, forcing them apart. "It is," he murmured, his eyes narrowing on what he wanted most at that moment. His tongue flicked over his lips in anticipation, his slacks tight against his length as blood rushed; he cursed the fact that his trousers were so tight. He'd wanted his mouth on her cunt since that day at the picnic table, her making his plate and shooting him those sweet smiles. He'd give up the drink and the candy if it meant he could taste her every day on his tongue and then lick her off his lips later. 
Lee looked into her eyes as he pulled her panties down her thighs his lips pressing to her knees. 
"Open your legs, honey," he instructed her tenderly,  wetting his lips and grunting as her legs parted on command. He could see her cunt as her skirt bunched up her thighs, he put them over his shoulders and dove in. 
Messy. Lewd. Lee didn't mess around when it came to making sure she knew exactly who she belonged to. He was of the mind that if you couldn't please your woman - you didn't deserve her.  Sucking nibbling and fucking her with his tongue he could hear her gasping from under her hand, not wanting to alert her parents to the obscenity he was causing between their precious daughter's thighs. In an ideal situation, he wanted to hear how desperate she was for him, to hear her beg,  but he'd settle for this. At least for now. His fingers dug into her thighs as he held her open for him, a never-ending buffet as he slid his tongue over her clit before giving her exactly what she wanted. Her body seized up and she arched her back,  he felt her flood of arousal against his mouth - and when he pulled away the blissed-out expression on her face was enough to have him rock hard… but he had to bide his time. Lee knew she'd be his, but he had to play his cards right or else things could get messy real quick. He'd do anything now to have her, what he wouldn't give to see her with his ring on her finger and baby in her arms.
"I'll pick you up on Friday… at 6pm, wear somethin' nice," he spoke seriously as he put her skirt down then smiled as she nodded her head dumbly, "I expect you to return the favor," he murmured kissing her thigh affectionately. "Mhm," she agreed a dreamy expression written on her face, her mind still buzzing from the release he'd given her - he'd give her more pleasure than she had bargained for by the time they were married. Then he'd be balls deep in her cunt, one that would only ever belong to him. 
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Her friends had been curious as to why she would agree to date the Sheriff; but the few women who did know why stuck up their noses at her. The attention he seemed to give to several women was now solely focused on her; there was nothing they could do to gain it back. Smoothing out her dress she walked downstairs hearing her mother call for her - he was here - the thought caused her stomach to jolt and her thighs to clench. The thought of his mouth on her again made her all too eager for them to be alone. Walking down the stairs, her hand on the rail she saw his lips quirk when he saw her, she'd picked a dress she knew he would like. It was new, her mother had insisted she needed it - and her father couldn't find it in himself to disagree. 
"I'll have her home by eleven, it's a bit of a drive." He turned his attention from her to her father who shook his hand and then gave a nod of understanding. In a word, her father was gullible. Just as he'd fallen for her mother's wiles, he was so wrapped up in the fact that the Sheriff liked his daughter he couldn't see anything past his nose. Her mother had been all too knowing, but she'd ensured her there would be nothing that could ruin her reputation - not until she had a pretty ring on her finger and his last name following her first. 
When she reached him he pressed a chaste kiss to her cheek, "You look beautiful, Honey… are you ready?" "I'm ready," she bobbed her head in excitement then kissed her daddy's cheek before being led out of the house - her arm looped through Lee's. "Where are we going?"
"The fair in the city a bit away from here," he told her and her eyes lit up in excitement. She hadn't been to the fair in several years, her parent's schedules were far too busy for that so she knew this was really out of the way. He opened up the car door for her, blocking the top of the car so she didn't hit her head on it. He shut the door then made his way around to the driver's side, he pulled out of the driveway and headed down the road. 
She looked at him smiling, "You look mighty handsome today, Lee,' she said to him as she looked him over, her hand moving to his thigh. She swore she heard his breath hitch in his throat, hell, all she could think about was his mouth on her cunt and she wanted more. Though, she was more than willing to return the favor. Taking him in her mouth that day hadn't been what she expected, she'd gotten just as worked up as he did which was something no one had warned her about. 
"Thank you, Darlin'," he smiled a little as he looked at her then put his eyes back on the road.  He sighed, "So, anything exciting happen this week?" he asked her as he kept his eyes on the road ahead. He knew she did a few things pertaining to the church but he wasn't too sure if he liked the idea of her being there, even if she wasn't the pastor's type. He had to get rid of that fucker, and quick - didn't need a quack like that in their town. 
Humming she nodded, "Lindsey and her husband are expecting! Isn't that exciting. We went out for brunch the other day and she is just beside herself," she sighed a little, "can't wait to have kids of my own someday."
Rubbing the hand she had on his thigh he smiled, "one day you will, Darlin' - I'll put it there myself," he told her then kissed the back of her hand. "When we get to the fair I gotta request."
Looking at him curiously she nodded, "What is it?" 
"I'm going to pay the Ferris wheel man to walk away from his post when we're at the top. It's one of those box-style ones, no one can see inside." he told her as we his lips then took a deep breath trying to keep control of himself, he was already half hard. "want you to suck me while we're up there."
She gasped, biting her lip she nodded. "Anything you want, Lee…" her cheeks flushed at the thought. It made her clench her thighs, she couldn't wait till he made her his wife - the thought was too daunting and so far away. "Before you drop me off tonight can we spend some time alone?"
"Course we can, we can do whatever we want," he told her softly pressing her hand to the bulge in his pants. "Why don't you suck me a little now?"
"Is that safe?" she asked gently and he nodded. She unfastened his pants and then pulled out his semi-hard cock stroking him to life before leaning over and sucking him gently moving her mouth over his length. He gently cradled the back of her head shoving his length into the back of her throat. 
"That's it, sweetheart, you're alright.." he whispered as she gagged and he pulled onto a dirt road and parked the car. He laid his head back as she took all of him, he lifted her head then stroked her cheek, "be a good girl for me… okay? If I can't have that cunt then I'll fuck your throat..  or maybe that pretty little ass before then, hm?" A soft moan escaped her at the thought and he chuckled. "Be a good girl for me and keep suckin' till I cum, then I finish you." he kissed her gently before pushing her head back down between his legs he groaned loudly holding her head down and thrusting his hips his cock sliding down her throat. 
He grabbed a spare towel from the back seat and put it around the opening of his pants, she was making a mess but he wasn't made about it. He just wanted to cum, and with the way she was sucking and laving him with her tongue - it'd be soon. "Fuck, darlin' so good… hm that's it, a little bit more." he murmured then held her head down as he fucked her throat, "this is how I'd fuck that pussy, darlin'. Fill you up with my cum just…" he gasped and moaned loudly, "like this," he groaned his hips stuttering as he filled her throat. He thought of her tight ass and knew then he'd have to take it, he'd make her his in every way on the night of their wedding, he lifted her head and she gasped for air, tears streaking her face making his cock twitch.
"You're so fuckin' beautiful, Darlin.. gonna suck me like that again?" he asked her, "I'll be sure to bring a towel then too," he hummed, "or maybe you'll let me fuck your thighs, cream on top of that pussy…"
Lee knew she wanted him because she pushed him under her skirt and whined softly, soaked. Her thighs were drenched as she desperately rocked her hips against his fingers, "aw, darlin' get in the back seat… daddy'll take care of that pussy," he whispered then followed behind her. She sat with her back against the door and he pulled her panties down her thighs, moving her skirt so it wasn't under her - he knew he'd make a mess of her even more than she already was. 
His fingers ran over the slick she'd created he spread it over her, but his eyes narrowed in on the one thing he could fuck. The tight ring, using the slick on his finger he teased it, "that okay, darling?"
"Y-yeah, oh please, Lee…" she whimpered moving to rub her own clit but he slapped her hand, "don't touch my pussy, you'll get off darlin' but before we're married I'm gonna sink my cock into this hole," he whispered breathlessly and he couldn't believe he was hard again. The slick-coated finger entered her ass with ease causing her to whine softly, he knelt there one hand slowly rubbing her clit while the other prepped her ass for the future. 
"Yes, Lee. oh… yes," she whimpered as he leaned forwards sucking her clit into his mouth as he added another soaked digit into her ass and fucking her with them. Her cries were of strained pleasure, he used his tongue on her weeping cunt fucking it into her, a preview of what was to come. He flicked her clit then circled it with the pink muscle as he dipped his fingers past the second knuckle. She hissed at the intrusion causing him to chuckle. 
"My cock is bigger than that, sweet heart… you'll take the full three fingers before I can fuck you there… and we won't marry till I stuff you with my cream, darlin'," he told her as she rocked her hips against his fingers. He moved his mouth back to her clit, he could feel her cunt begging for something to be inside it, taking the free index finger he pressed it inside then crooking it looking for the soft spongey texture. When he found it he stroked it relentlessly, pumping fingers out of each hole while his tongue laid an assault on her bundle of nerves. 
It didn't take long for her entire body to quake as she came, he moved back grabbing the towel just in time as she squirted coating part of the back seat. He rubbed her clit with his thumb rapidly to help her ride out her orgasm then chuckled as she got a dreamy expression on her face. "Did daddy do good?" he asked her softly and she nodded her hand on his encouraging him to keep rubbing. 
"Greedy," he teased cleaning up her mess before returning his mouth to her sopping cunt and working a second orgasm out of her in record time. 
"I want you to fuck me there… soon," she told him softly as she sat up and captured his lips with hers. Her tongue tangling with his own, he could hardly wait to put a ring on her finger and call her his wife. Hell, he'd fuck her where she'd let him - he knew they'd have to take some risk… he wondered if she was into roleplay… he was sure she would be.
The perfect. Fucking. Wife.
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The fair was bustling with people, couples married and new alike. There were kids running around excitedly, cotton candy in their hands sticking to their faces. Lee chuckled as he held her hand leading her around, he'd already won her a teddy bear and a little tote purse which would come much in handy later.  
He watched her eye one of the rides excitedly, "Wanna go on that one, sweetheart?" he asked her and she nodded. He led her over to the spinning ride and then paid for their entry with the tickets. He buckled her in, and he had the time of his life, he couldn't remember the last time he'd laughed quite so hard, probably not since he was a child. 
Hell, even then his abusive shit of a father never liked it when the kids in the house were loud. This to him, her, was like a breath of fresh air. Much needed after a time of feeling as if he were trapped underwater. When the ride slowed he kissed her softly, and affectionately before helping her off the ride and letting her lead him to the next one. 
Four teddy bears later she was a giggling mess from all the candy she had consumed, and he loved her happiness because it was so contagious. He smiled as he watched her then looked up when the fireworks began to go off. "C'mon," he murmured leading her to where they could see them better. "Darlin' you're really somethin'... never had this much fun on dates before," he told her softly as he put his arm around her. 
"Hm, well, suppose you've been waiting for me then, hm?" she said to him and he nodded a bit, "Good…cause I don't share."
"Me either, guess we'll just have to lean on each other," he murmured lightly as he rubbed her back gently. 
He saw her eyeing the Ferris wheel then looked at him, "Looks empty could pay'em to do it now and turn the lights off… we'd be really alone then," she murmured softly.  It didn't take him long to get them both over there, he paid the worker a good amount to leave them for forty-five minutes, he figured that'd give them plenty of time to do whatever it was he wanted to do to her.  Up they went, then it stopped and the lights went off - their time started now. 
Lee's lips were pressed to hers, his hand under her skirt stroking her bare sex. Her panties were long forgotten in the back seat of his car. "Fuck, darlin'…still soaked all for me?" he murmured as he pressed his lips to her neck, "Can't wait to have my cock in your throat again…"
She moaned softly as he thumbed her clit, "Love when you talk, lee…like hearing you feel good," she murmured softly as his hips bucked against his hand. "Will you do it again? Put your fingers…"
"I'll put my fingers in your ass again, need you to keep doin' it too so the next time I take you out I can fuck you," he murmured against her neck, "God the thought of my cock in your ass has me rock hard.. fill you up nice and full, be good practice." 
A whine escaped her lips as she dropped to her knees in front of him, he shimmied his pants down and she grabbed the towel out of her purse - they had a system now that they realized how messy they got. Once her mouth got to work on him he pushed her head all the way down forcing her to choke slightly, "My pretty fucking girl, that's it… it's okay to choke on it a little," he whispered breathlessly, "once we're married I'll fuck you everywhere, no one will stop me…good fucking girl," he gasped as she swallowed around him. His feet planted on the floor and he thrust semi-roughly into her throat. Controlling his moans was the hardest part. 
"where do you want my cum honey? If I can get the tip in I'll cum in that pretty ass, give you a taste…" he murmured and she lifted her head nodding. He pulled her up kissing her softly, "turn around honey," he murmured then lifted her skirt, she knelt on the floor of the ferris wheel with him behind her. He knew he could shove his cock in her pussy but last thing he wanted was her pissed at him, he was man enough to wait. What she was giving him was too sweet to pass up.
Lee rubbed the overly sensitive head against her slick pushing it between her thighs fucking her folds slowly. he'd never been more thankful for the fact that when the machine was off nothing movies, kept things from rattling in high wind. He pressed soaked fingers against her tightly puckered hole, easing one then two fingers in. He fucked her thighs with vigor, skin slapping against her as his balls drew tight - he felt her pussy flutter as she came from him battering at her clit with the head of his cock.  Notching his cock in her ass he slide forward causing her to whimper at the stretch, he got the tip inside only thrusting a few times before he emptied himself inside of her. 
It took everything in him not to bury himself balls deep, but hurting her was not on his agenda, ever. He rubbed her clit gently as he stroked the length that was out of her, "fuck," he gasped pulling out to continue fucking her thighs. Seeing his cum leak from her ass made his vigor renew, and he slammed his hips into hers fucking the folds of her pussy.
"You sure you want to wait, darlin?" he whispered with a small chuckle and she nodded. "Good girl,' he murmured as he came again, a smaller amount, "You won't walk for a week after we're married, keep your legs up and cum in you five times a day," he muttered as he pulled her upright her mouth to his.
"Yes, daddy," she whispered and he cursed.
"You're gonna be the death of me," he muttered softly and she giggled as she leaned against him.
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Lindsey smiled as she looked at her, "Things must be going well," she said to her knowingly, "Good, he'll probably propose soon if he is anything like my husband." 
"Well, we'll see. I think with the campaign coming up soon you're right but he's been very persistent about something before we're married so. I'm sure that will happen soon," she sighed at the thought - she could do nothing but dream about it. Hell, she was marching in on her goal and nothing was going to stand in her way if she had a say in it. "He's been busy the last two weeks but, distance makes the heart grow fonder and I took him lunch the last couple of days - told him I was busy today." 
"I'm happy for you, we deserve to pick what we want if we're supposed to say here. It's the least we can ask for," Lindsey sighed sipping her milkshake. 
"How are you though? How's the baby?" she asked her softly crossing her legs as the waitress brought them their food. "I know you said you were feeling quite ill." 
Waving it off Lindsey sighed, "I've been alright. Tired, and hungry and nauseous all that once but fine. Peter has been a great help lately. He works but he'll do the laundry, help with the cleaning." she trailed off, "I just make sure dinner is on the table."
"Sounds like a dream, I can't wait to have one of my own." 
"It'll happen sooner than you think, trust me. We were being careful!" She snickered then ate a french fry, "we weren't quite ready yet but life has a way of getting ahead of you I guess."
"Guess so," she agreed quietly, "Do you want more after this one?"
"Oh, I really don't know. I think one might be enough, Peter thinks so too but. I suppose we'll see how we feel about it after the little one is here. We make more than enough money but it doesn't mean I have to fill the whole house." 
That was something she had considered as well, "Of course not, it would be a disservice to yourself honestly. Stretching yourself so thin for more kids than you can handle." she made a face, "I think two or three is a good number. My parents had more kids than they could manage half the time, and look where it got them."
"They're happy but they're doing their best to marry me off so they have more space in the house. It's insanity." She told her then dipped the beef finger into the gravy. "I'm enjoying this halfway between dating and being engaged. I know it's coming, realistically, but we're enjoying this. He's a lot of fun when he lets loose, guess a lot of people don't see that side of him." 
Her friend chuckled, "I don't think many people see that side to men unless they want them to. Peter was a real stick in the mud for a while, but he's really blossomed. He's such a good husband and he'll be a fantastic father…it's really playing out like we both wanted, huh?" 
"Yeah… it is," she murmured happily.
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It had been three weeks since their time at the fair, and as she walked out of the house to greet Lee she couldn't help but feel butterflies in her belly. He kissed her cheek gently before waving to her parents who smiled happily, her parents had been happy to see she had found love. Even if it wasn't in a place they had first expected it to be, even her parents were ten years apart in age; so it wasn't all too surprising that she took that modeled relationship and ran with it.  Lee opened the car door for her so she could get in, he shut it once she tucked her feet in then rushed to the other side. 
Sweetheart knew tonight, was it. He was taking her back to his house for the first time, where he promised to take care of her. First, they'd have dinner - then they'd dance a little listening to a few records his mama had left him before she passed on. Then he'd told her, in vivid detail, how he was going to take her apart and put her back together again. She squeezed her thighs together at the thought, she couldn't wait - she was quite impatient for it. Never had she wanted anything so badly, if anyone told her a year ago she'd be letting a man put something her behind she'd call them a pervert? Ever since the fair, however, she's been thinking of it nonstop. 
"You good, sweetheart?" he queried as he held his hand towards her, palm up. She placed her hand in his nodding. "You nervous?"
"No… yes, but only cause it's new," she told him honestly and he nodded little kissing her hand gently then placing it over his heart. "I love you, Lee," she told him softly. 
A small blush tinted his cheeks, "love you too, darlin'. Ain't nothing gonna stop that," he told her and she scooted across the bench closer to him.  
"What's for dinner?" she asked him curiously. 
"Roasted chicken with sauteed vegetables and my mama's mac n cheese recipe," he told her and she cooed at the thought. He could hear her stomach growl causing him to chuckle. "Didn't you eat today, darlin'?"
"I did, but that sounds really good." She hummed a bit, "We're a big family so we mostly have stews or casseroles for dinner."
Lee nodded in understanding, it was only ever he and his sister. After his bastard of a father died leaving his mother to care for them, well they ate similarly. It condensed what food they had and made it go further. All he knew was at least his mother wasn't skipping meals or eating whatever they hadn't eaten off their plates anymore. She had her own serving, and with his daddy gone too, she also had the light back in her eyes.
When they got to the house they ate dinner like ravenous wolves, she swore she wasn't normally like this but he was enamored with her. He was happy she felt comfortable enough to eat normally with him. He pulled her up by her hand after starting an old instrumental dance hall record, one she'd heard a few times before at community events. Twirling her around the living room and dipping her when necessary - hearing her giggles light up his house was bringing him joy like he'd never thought he'd feel.
While Lee had incredible lust for the woman before him, he had affection and respect. He could understand woman's troubles. Finding a husband in this town was a struggle for many, and when an eligible one came up the ladies flocked - most had to him the year prior.. but his angel was playing the long haul and she had him by the short and curlies. 
He pulled her close to him then smiled, "Sweetheart… you knew this was coming but.. " he dropped down to one knee and opened a velvet box he'd retrieved from his back pocket. "Will you marry me?" 
She gasped and covered her mouth, "Oh! Yes!" she squealed and jumped into his arms kissing his face repeatedly. "Yes, lee! I will be your wife," she whispered as she hugged him close to her happily. Never in his life had his whole heart nearly exploded with happiness, he felt his eyes water slightly and she crooned cupping his face. Pecking his lips over and over while giggling. He toppled over both of them falling to the floor, her on top of him with a dreamy happy smile on her face.
"Never thought this would happen," she whispered softly, "before that picnic it felt like a pipe dream.. but I didn't stop dreamin'." 
He stroked her cheek gently, "Was gonna have you anyway," he murmured, "You were always gonna be mine." 
Her eyes watered at the statement and she kissed him softly her hands pulled at his buttons forcing it open as she straddled him on the floor. She kissed his neck, licking and sucking his exposed flesh. She playfully bit his chest making him chuckle as she pulled his shirt off. "You want to fool around, honey?" he murmured and she nodded. He reached behind her unzipping her dress, she let it fall off her leaving her in her slip and stockings. "Take me to your room," she murmured, "and you can take me the way you've been wanting - I even practiced like you told me to." 
Groaning softly he got up off the floor setting the ring box on the table, they could come back for that later. He picked her up causing her to squeal as he carried her to his bedroom. Lee dropped her onto his bed then helped her out of her shift, his eyes raked over her, taking in every bit of flesh he got his eyes on. He'd memories it all once he had the chance, "alright, honey… gonna get you ready for me." he murmured, "I got some lube there, it'll make it easier… do you want me bare?"
"Yes.." she nodded as she looked at him and he flipped her onto her stomach making her giggle. He forced her backside into the air and pulled her panties down, he trailed a stripe from her clit to her pussy. He cursed lightly as she moaned, he fucked his tongue into her untouched channel moaning against her. Kissing her there like he had her mouth, "Lee," she gasped, "please…"
"Please, what? Use your words darlin,"
"The bud.. please, rub it.. lick it please," she gasped as she shifted her body. Hearing those words he dove in and began a brutal assault on her clit, suck, lick, flick over and over till she trembled. Her pussy clenched around nothing, and he couldn't wait for the day when it was his cock she was squeezing, milking. 
Lee pulled her to the edge of the bed then put her head just over the edge, "Gonna fuck your throat honey… show me your tits," he murmured and she pulled her bra off. It'd been the first time he'd seen them while fucking her, he was tempted to cum on them but that could come later. "You'll take my cock down that pretty throat…"
"Yes, daddy," she whispered softly causing his cock to twitch. 
"Fuck, you want daddy's cock?" he whispered and she nodded leaning her head back and opening her mouth.  He stripped his clothes off then moved to stand in front of her, he slapped his length against her exposed tongue moaning. "Shit," he whispered as she took him in with ease. "If you want to stop pinch my thigh," he told her and she nodded the best she could as she sucked him down. Lee was in no position to stop her, so he helped her take the thigh nine inches down her throat. 
"Good fuckin' girl," he gasped as he thrust slowly, he could hear her breathing through her nose then gulping him down her tongue teasing the vein on the underside of his cock. He began to pick up the pace, "Gonna do this to that pretty little ass, fuck it fuck of me leakin for days," he whispered as he picked up the pace. He couldn't help but groan every time she gagged, fuck he was sure this is how he wanted to go out, which his cock down her throat. 
Pulling back he stroked her cheek, "You okay?" he murmured checking on her, and nodded.
"I'm good, give it back," she opened her mouth and he growled leading his red weeping cock back into her eager mouth. He really hit the jackpot, a wife who wanted to suck his cock dry, he'd let her. The pace this time a bit rougher as he fucked her throat, he could see his cock bulging it and he groaned. "God my own personal fuck toy… daddy is so proud of you," he murmured then pulled back.
"Lay on your back," he murmured, "Need to be in you." 
She did as he said catching her breath, he popped open the lube putting some on his fingers. He moved between her legs, rubbing her tight hole before slipping the fingers in. Fucking them into her gently then a bit more to open her up. He scissored his fingers then grunted hearing her gasps.  He cracked open the lube again and put a generous amount on his length, stroking it on before pressing the head against her. 
"We'll go as slow as you want," he told her softly as he nudged the hole gently the head slipping into her causing them both to curse. "Tell me if you want to stop…"he told her gently, "promise me…"
"I will, I promise," she murmured with her eyes half closed and lips parted. He inched forward, then back again. He moaned as with every thrust he was deeper into the tight hole, squeezing him perfectly. When he was seated in her completely he made sure to take long thrusts and bottom out again. "Lee, please… move?"
He nodded then pressed his mouth to her open one swallowing her moans as he fucked his cock into her, he moaned into her mouth. "Good girl," he whispered his hand reaching between them and rubbing her clit gently. He felt her tighten around him forcing him to pick up his pace, the bed began to creak under the pressure as his thrusts in became harder. "Never gonna tire of this," he moaned as he moved in her faster. 
"Daddy, please, harder," she gasped and he nearly came when she rubbed her clit with two fingers. He took her words to heart, gripped her hips, and set a brutal pace, the sound of skin slapping on skin echoed throughout the room and it wasn't long till he felt her body flutter around his. He used his fingers to rub her clit in time with his thrusts.
"Give daddy another, cum again.." he demanded then slapped her clit causing her to cry out and moan. He pounded into her tight hole then groaned when he felt her come again this time wetting the both of them as she squirted all over them both. He gave two harsh thrusts before going as deep as he could to fill her with his release. He heard her gasp and then moan softly as the heat spread through her, "Good girl, in a few weeks that'll be your pussy and I'll fill it every day… " he murmured softly.  
She didn't go home that night, he refused to let her leave his arms. As she slept he couldn't help but rub his cock between her folds gently letting them milk him, her little whimpers in her sleep forcing beads of cum to leak from the tip. He grunted softly moving her onto her back and jerking himself off with her hand spraying his cum all over her chest.  He didn't know how he had so much energy for this but she brought out the devient in him, and he couldn't help but want her all hours of the day. 
Lee knew the wedding had to be soon or he'd lose his damn mind.
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Their wedding was simple. It took place at the chapel near the elementary school, and it was attended by quite a few people but it was relatively small in comparison to most weddings he'd been to. He actually preferred it, the only thing truly necessary was his ring on her finger and her having his last name. After all, she was getting what she wanted all he could think about was getting between those thighs again. Watching his wife mingle with everyone, he was feeling oddly complete. There was no sense of jealousy he expected to be there, because he knew no one could ever please her like he could, sexually or emotionally. 
"You did well by her, Lee.. never seen her smile so much, " her mother and father approached him full of smiles. "Thank you…"
"It was no problem, she's… special," he smiled a little as he looked at them, "she'll never want for nothing… and if you need anything you just holler and I'll do what I can."
Her mother kissed his cheek and her father shook his hand, it felt weird. To have a family who didn't expect anything but for him to do right by the woman he loved. He'd do anything to see her keep that smile on her face, hell, he'd move heaven and earth for it. Lee walked over to her, kissing her cheek gently - "You almost ready?" he asked softly his hand on her back.
The reception had been quite small, they'd cut cake and done speeches right out the gate. Most people wanted to head home anyways, and he wanted to take her up to his cabin where he'd keep her in bed the whole week. 
She looked at him and then nodded, "I'm ready, I'm kind of tired." she admitted lightly and he chuckled. 
"Me too, we can take a nap once we get settled in." He told her gently and they began saying their goodbyes to everyone before heading out. The drive to the cabin was quiet if not only for the fact that his new wife was leaning against him asleep. Her legs curled under as he drove with his arm around her shoulders - this was the peace he'd been striving for, something he never thought he'd have. With Sherrif elections coming up in the next month, this couldn't have been better timing. 
"Darlin'... we're here," he murmured kissing her head softly and she stirred slowly look around.
"Lee, it's beautiful," she gasped looking at it, "is it really ours?"
He nodded, "Had it built a few years ago, all ours." he chuckled as she got out of the car in her dress then rushed to go inside.  Watching her look at everything with keen interest, things she's never seen before. It made him feel whole, something he'd been feeling a whole lot lately. Wrapping his arms around her from behind he buried his face into her neck, "let's go lay down for a bit then we'll eat dinner," he told her softly.
Pulling his new wife into their room, helping her strip from the gown and remove the hairpins. He dressed her in one of his t-shirts then laid with her tucked in his arms, and this is where she belonged nestled up next to him. He didn't know how long they slept but he knew he had been tired, he woke up with her ass pressed against his crotch. Lee wasn't a man with restraint so he humped into her hoping to relieve some pressure. To his surprise, she pushed back causing him to groan in pleasured agony. 
"You awake, darlin?" he asked her softly but she made no sign of being away. He pushed his hand under the t-shirt groping her breasts, teasing her nipples till they were erect. His clothed cock pressed against the heat of her soaked core, "baby," he whispered kissing her shoulder, "need you so bad." 
Lee pushed her panties to the side and pressed his fingers into her slit rubbing her swollen clit. "Damn sweetheart you're wet," he murmured and she gasped, moaning softly.
"Lee?" she whispered, "don't stop…"
"Never," he whispered leaving open-mouthed kisses n her neck and shoulder. "Take it all off," he ordered her and she did, tossing the clothing aside quickly before returning to him. "Beautiful… so much more than a pretty wife…" he murmured pressing his lips to her chest and sucking on her breasts. "Gonna make you cum then gonna fuck that pussy," he whispered gently. He untangled himself from her then undressed his cock standing proud, he leaned over her bringing her legs over his shoulders. Diving face-first into her heat, licking and sucking her into her first orgasm of the night. 
"Daddy…" she whined her fingers going to his head, he took direct and in no time she was cumming on his tongue soaking his fingers.  "Can I suck you some?" she asked softly and he groaned. 
"Normally I'd say yes, but I need to be in you honey," he murmured as she spread her legs for him eagerly. "I want something else from you first though." 
"What is it?" she asked him softly. 
"I want you to beg for it," he murmured slapping his cock onto her wet core. "Beg me to fuck you…"
She whined a little, "Please daddy, please fuck me…"
"You can do better than that," he muttered softly slapping her thigh. 
"Please fuck me with your cock daddy, I need it so bad please fuck me and fill me with your cum," she whimpered and he swore her slick was dripping from her folds. 
"As you wish," he murmured as he notched himself at her entrance then kissed her passionately as he slowly began to push inside of her. The last thing on his mind was to hurt her, but he wanted to be inside her so badly he couldn't hardly stand it. He could feel how tight she was as he sunk into her, felt like he was being strangled but her pained moans stopped him.
"Don't stop it's good pain... I want it…"
"You like pain?" he murmured softly then pinched her nipple a little harder than normal causing her cunt to squeeze him. "Fucking woman of my dreams," he whispered against her mouth.
"Put it in me daddy, please fuck me full.." she whimpered pinching her own nipples as he pushed further inside of her. He could feel the tightness more and watched her for signs of too much pain. Though with how she was dripping he was certain it didn't hurt as bad as he was imagining it.
Lee pushed the rest of his cock into her tight channel, "fuck," he gasped, the first thrust jolting her body and causing her eyes to water. "so fucking pretty," he murmured as he picked up his pace. "All mine," he moaned at the sight of her cunt swallowing his length. He pulled her forward, "You see this… how we fit…" he whispered and she began rubbing her clit making him grunt trying not to lose control. 
Lee removed her hand then placed his hand over her neck before picking up his pace. The bed began rocking, creaking against the floor as he set a brutal pace, but her moans and begging for more only served to egg him on. "Gonna fill your cunt, put a baby in you make you officially mine forever," he muttered as he thrust as deep as possible. Her walls fluttered around his length as she came her cries echoing well into the mountain tops he was sure, and he came inside her filling her to the brim. He slowly removed himself pushing his cum back inside of her, "I fucking love you," he said kissing her deeply. 
"I love you too," she whispered against his lips with a giggle as her legs twitched. "Can I suck you now?"
He groaned making her laugh loudly as he fell onto the bed next to her, "You're definitely going to be the death of me." he murmured softly. "My pretty.. no.. beautiful wife," he murmured pulling her into his arms and rubbing her back gently.
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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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writing-for-marvel · 5 months
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These are all the fics I've read in October. Please go show all these amazing writers some much deserved love! Also please remember to read the warnings for each individual fic
🔥 - smut | 💗 - fluff |💧 - angst | 😈 - dark
Dividers by @saradika
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Bucky Barnes
💧 Meant To Be (series) by @rosepetalsinwinter
🔥 Might Even Be by @slyyywriting
🔥 Lose Your Voice by @navybrat817
💗 Feelin’ Gourd by @jobean12-blog
💧💗🔥 Insatiable by @/jobean12-blog
💗 Rooted in Love by @/jobean12-blog
🔥 Cockwarming by @vellicore
💧💗 Clingy by @imtryingbuck
💗 A Written Notion by @sweetdreamsbuck
💧🔥 Wait For Hours by @notafunkiller
💧🔥 One Night With You Part 1 by @jtargaryen18
💗 What He Deserves by @hannibals-favourite-meal
💗 Personal Pillow by @mrsbarnesblog
💗 Hot Chocolate by @littleseasiren
💧💗 Who The Hell Is Daryl? By @lostgirlmuseum
💗 Firefighter Bucky taking you in after a fire at your apartment building by @espinosaurusrexex
💧💗 What If I Am Too Much? by @notafunkiller
😈🔥 Ace of Wands by @flordeamatista
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Steve Rogers
🔥 Love Bites by @lunarbuck
🔥 Eyes on Me by @1-800-jjbarnes
💗 Back Rubs by @sapphire-rogers
🔥 Car Sex by @stuckymonkey
🔥 Carnival Fun by @notyetneedcoffee
💗🔥 I’ve still got a few rounds left in me by @thyme-in-a-bubble
💗 Stars and Stripes by @intrepidacious
🔥💗 Breathe Me by @fushic0re
💧 Say It Back by @fandoms-writings
💗 The Second Date by @crazyunsexycool
🔥💗 Overstimulation by @myfictionaldreams
💧💗 Imagine Steve coming to be with you by @imamotherfuckingstar-lord
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Wanda Maximoff
🔥 Somnophilia by @sytoran
🔥 Thigh Riding by @/sytoran
💗 The Purrfect Pair by @astrorogers
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Frank Castle
🔥😈 Sacrifice Yourself and Let Me Have What’s Left by @mrsmischief209
💧🔥 Complicated by @targaryenvampireslayer
💧💗 How To Say I Love You by @feelmyskinonyourskin
💗 Domestic Frank by @strawhbrrries
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Sam Wilson
🔥 Phone Sex by @/lunarbuck
💧💗 Love Me, Too by @onceuponastory
💗🔥 Sugar Daddy!Sam by @fluffyprettykitty
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Andy Barber
🔥 The Devil by @/flordeamatista
💗 CEO!Andy by @holacia3
💗 Your Age Is Showing by @worksby-d
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Lee Bodecker
😈🔥 Save Your Tears by @/flordeamatista
😈 Lights Out by @/vellicore
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Joel Miller
🔥 Thrills by @moonlight-prose
🔥 Can’t Keep My Hands to Myself by @/jobean12-blog
🔥💗 Joel is such a sap after sex by @inklore
💧💗 Roommate Joel Collection by @/holacia3
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Multiple Characters
💧😈 Surrender by @/mrsmischief209
🔥 Double Penetration by @/lunarbuck [Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers]
😈🔥 The Magician by @/flordeamatista [Lloyd Hansen & Nick Fowler]
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sweeterthanthis · 2 years
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Your Guilty Pleasure
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Pairing: Stepdad!Lee Bodecker x 18+F!Reader
Summary: A girl’s journal is sacred. Full of secrets and fantasies that she doesn't intend for anyone else to see. What happens when the person you long for most discovers yours?
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, stepcest, daddy kink, infidelity, humilation, petnames (babylove, sugar, daddy), invasion of privacy, virgin reader, fingering, pussy eating, vaginal sex, blood play, very light tones of dubcon, coercion, innocence and corruption kink if you squint, a little fluff, a tiny sprinkling of breeding kink, and Lee’s filthy mouth. 18+.
Word Count: 5.4k
A/N: Thank you @navybrat817 and @dreamlessinparis for letting me screech about this, and for encouraging my hoe ways, and to @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog for beta'ing. I love you all!
All my works are 18+. If you click the read more tab, you are agreeing that you are 18 or over, have read the warnings and take responsibility for your own media consumption. I do not consent to having my work translated or posted anywhere else.
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Dear Diary, 
I’m in trouble. I thought it was just a stupid crush, that it would go away eventually and I'd be able to sit across from him at dinner without feeling shy or anxious. It's bad enough that I have to be under the same roof as him sometimes, but tonight is worse. So much worse.
I can hear her screeching. I bet he hates that. He doesn't seem like the kind of guy to enjoy the screaming type. Too superficial. I'm such an idiot. How would I know? Like I have any clue what he likes. Can't they keep it down? 
I can't stop thinking about him. About what it feels like to kiss him. He's hugged me before, but I wanna know what it feels like to be held by him, ya know? When my mom told him he needed to watch his figure at dinner, I wanted to stand up for him. I wanted to tell her that I think he's perfect just the way he is. She doesn't even seem to like him most of the time. 
It's Friday night, and I'm laying in bed listening to my crush fuck my mom. How screwed up is that? Sometimes I close my eyes and imagine it's me he's fucking. It's okay, because it's not like I'm ever gonna tell him or do anything about it. If I can't have him, I can at least have my fantasies, right? I can keep them here. Nobody will ever read this. I'll make sure of that. 
I keep thinking about showing up at the police station. Bringing him lunch maybe. Mom never does that. I think about how happy he'd be to see me, and how much he'd appreciate the thought. But it never stops there. 
I think about him locking his office door and confessing his feelings to me. How he'd tell me that it's me he wants. That I'm pretty and he's been desperate to get me alone for months. I think about him kissing me, about what his tongue would feel like in my mouth. God, I'm wet just from thinking about it. I want him to take me. I want him to fuck me. 
Nights like this one are rare. They don't have sex very often. Fucking walls are cardboard thin in this house so I'd know if they were humping like rabbits. But the jealousy I feel having to listen to them makes me want to throw my goddamn journal out the window. I can hear him pounding her. Would he be gentle with me? Or would he fuck me even harder? 
I guess I'll never find out, will I? He's my stepfather. It's never gonna happen. 
"God-fuckin'-damnit," Lee grunts, fist wrapped around his throbbing cock as it begins to soften in his grip - the pages of your journal glistening with pearly drops of his come, bleeding into black ink. 
He thinks about trying to wipe the pages clean, but the ever present devil on his shoulder tells him not to. Closing the journal and slipping it back into your pillowcase, he wipes his sticky palm on your comforter and tucks himself away. 
Lee wonders if you know he takes a quiet moment with your memoir every chance he gets. That he gets off to the thought of you touching yourself over him. He doesn't know how much longer he can restrain himself, especially when you turn into a delicate, doe-eyed doll whenever you're in his presence. He has wondered why you always look so taken with him, and now that he knows, the thought of experiencing your body for himself rather than reading about all the things you want him to do to it on paper is too strong to push away. 
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Dear Diary, 
This morning when I was washing up after breakfast, he brushed up against me. And I felt..it. I heard the little noise he made. At first I just thought I was imagining things, but now I’m not so sure. And he called me ‘sugar’ this morning. ‘Thank you, sugar’, he said. He’s never called me that before. What does it mean? I know it’s wrong. I know I shouldn’t want him like..that. But he’s just so..I don’t even know. He’s not like other boys. He’s not a boy at all. 
Am I going crazy? I feel like I’m going crazy. Mom left for work earlier than usual today. I think they were fighting about something. I tried to listen in, but I couldn’t hear what they were arguing about. I’ve spent the evening trying to stay out of (Lee’s) his way.
My underwear drawer was open when I got home. The new panties I bought are missing, too. I don’t think my mom would take them. Is that what they were arguing about? Does she know that I’ve been having these thoughts? If she did, she’d march me down to church by the collar of my dress. 
I don’t know if I can go back downstairs tonight. I’m not scared of him, I just..I don’t trust myself not to say something stupid, ya know? He’s the Sheriff. He’s not an idiot. Speaking of, he’s been wearing that damn uniform around the house more than usual and it’s driving me crazy. He always used to come home, shower and change immediately. Not anymore. Now he wears it until bedtime. It’s like he knows what it does to me. He doesn’t even take off that stupid utility belt, and I think he might know that I..
The light rapping of knuckles on your bedroom door makes you jump, snapping your journal shut as you shuffle up towards the pillows on your bed. You panic. There’s only one person it can be. Your mom isn’t due home until at least midnight. Just as you open your mouth to speak, the door clicks open. He stands there in your doorway, his thumbs hooked through his belt loops as he rolls back on his heels slightly. 
“What’cha doin’, sugar? Been awful quiet tonight,” he hums, narrowing his gaze at you as it drops to the journal hugged tight against your chest. You swear he almost smirks upon seeing it, slowly dragging his eyes back up to your face as he takes a few steps forward. “Holdin’ onto that thing for dear life. You got some secrets in there you don’t want your momma to know about?”
“No,” you bark a little too hastily, and he chuckles. His fingertips glide across the comforter draped at the end of your bed, his lips twitching into a smirk at the sight of your freshly painted toenails. You didn’t choose the cherry red polish because it was his favourite colour, the same colour has his favourite candy. Or at least that’s what you told yourself when you reached for it without a single thought to any other colour on your vanity earlier that night. “What-what were you and mom fighting about before?” 
Lee raises his eyebrows at you, shaking his head with a lopsided grin as he moves to perch on your bed. You shuffle nervously, tucking your legs beneath you to keep some distance from him. He’s too tempting. You can’t keep your thoughts under control when it comes to him at the best of times, let alone when he’s so close to you. 
“Nosy, ain't ya?” He teases, turning to face you, looking down at the worn notebook in your grasp once again. Goosebumps rise on your bare legs as you subconsciously tug at the hem of your night dress. Lee’s cool, penetrating stare is enough to set your skin on fire. He doesn’t give you the explanation that you asked for, instead humming as if amused, his fingers reaching for the confessional in your hands. You hold it tighter, your fingertips digging into the cover and your pulse thumping in your eardrum. “Since when did we start keepin’ secrets from each other under my roof?”
He can’t be serious. Your panicked eyes flit from his hand, to your chest and back again. A frantic shake of your head has him hushing you, his tone deceptively soothing as his touch lingers on the back of your hand. "I'm not keeping secrets, I swear. It's-it's my diary. Nobody's ever read this."
The grin that Lee shoots your way unsettles you somewhat, a knowing look on your face that has you wanting the ground to split open and swallow you whole. He can't have. There's no way he would've. There's no way he can know. "N-no. You haven't. You wouldn't." 
"I won't tell nobody what you've been cookin' up in that pretty head a'yours," he tells you softly, his palm settling at your ankle and giving it a little squeeze. God this, cannot be happening. You should have been more vague. You can't even try and deny that what you've written is about him. It was stupid of you to think that nobody would ever find it. "Gotta say, I'm kinda flattered, sugar. Ain't had a pretty little thing like you go all doe eyed over me in a long, long time." 
The compliment goes straight to your gut, warmth spreading to your core as you clench your thighs tightly and hope to god he doesn't notice. But he does. He notices everything, apparently. That's why you're in this predicament. 
"I'm not-," you stutter, feeling your cheeks heat up at his praise-like condescension, "I'm not 'doe eyed'. It's just a stupid crush. I didn't mean it." 
Lee clicks his tongue against his teeth with a smile, calloused palm gliding up towards your kneecap. You're frozen beneath his touch. You should move. You know you should move and tell him to get out. Threaten to call your mom and tell her what's happening. 
You don't.
"Oh, you didn't mean it, huh? Tell me," he pauses, sidling closer up the bed until he's seated next to your thighs, "what exactly were you writin' when I knocked on your door?"
Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth, and if you weren't holding onto your book of secrets so tight, you're pretty sure your hands would be shaking. You're torn. Torn between throwing all caution to the wind and living out your deepest fantasy and telling him to get the hell out of your room. Your cunt has already made her decision, fluttering and drenched from the slightest of touches at his rugged hands. 
"You're not shy are you, sugar?" He asks, walking his fingertips up over your bare thigh as his steely, cobalt stare eats you up from the inside out. Your nipples pebble against the thin cotton of your night dress, and the little groan that escapes from his throat at the sight has you clenching once again. "C'mon. Read it. Wanna hear how much of a silly crush you got on me." 
You shake your head from side to side defiantly, gritting your teeth as you grow more frustrated by his playful insistence. His hand settles, fingers nestled at the crease of your thighs and digging into your skin. They're trembling. They want to fall open for him, and it's taking everything in you to stop them from doing so. 
"Would it help if I wasn't starin' right at you?" He asks, as if that's the issue. He's not joking around at all, and for some reason, you're almost glad. Even if the last thing you want to do is read a single sentence about him from your diary. You tuck your bottom lip between your teeth as you shrink back against the headboard, thighs parting as you go. "Tell ya what, I'll go easy on ya. You show me what you were writing and I'll show ya my favourite entry, how 'bout that?"
"Your favourite..how long have you been reading this?" you ask him mortified, shaking his touch from your skin as you shuffle up onto your knees and hide your journal behind your back, out of his reach. 
Lee doesn't even flinch at your melodrama, instead loosening his tie and dragging his knuckles across the bedspread towards you; the tip of his index finger grazing your knee. He looks you dead in the eye, a look of intent lingering behind those pretty eyes. "I've read every single page, sugar. So ya see, there's no use hidin' away from me now. I know what you've been thinkin' 'bout."
Your mind wanders back to a few days ago, the night you caught him exiting your bedroom on your way back from washing up for the night. Your cheeks are hot, brow scrunching together as you internally debate your unlikely situation. You should want to scream at him, rage and cry over the fact that he invaded your privacy like this. That’s what your brain is telling you to do; the sensible part of your brain, at least. But your pussy? The way it dampens your inner thighs and aches to be touched by him? She just wants his attention, no matter the form it comes in. 
Lee’s brows arch in slight surprise as you slowly hold out your hand to him, giving him permission to take the diary from you and read your latest lovesick confession about him. You watch as he flicks to the last written page, a slow, sly smile curling on his plush lips. Tugging on your fingers, you wait. 
“Well, ain’t you the sweetest thing. Sounds like that crush you got ain’t so little after all is it, sugar?” He teases you, his eyes scanning the page once more before he flips back a few entries; handing it back to you as you take it with shaky hands. “Now this one; this one’s got me curious.” 
You want to sink into your mattress, your eyes struggling to read a single sentence of it coherently. Lee chuckles, his fingers toying with the hem of your nightdress. Maybe he’s drunk, you think. He doesn’t smell like bourbon though. Too early for him to be drunk. The semi cohesive part of your mind attempts to reason your way out of it, but the overwhelming desire to live out the fantasies you’ve been pouring over every night is too strong to ignore. 
“Get yourself comfy. Been a while since anyone’s read me a bedtime story,” he grins, and you roll your eyes at his incessant ribbing. Admittedly, albeit in a strange way, it makes you feel at ease somewhat. You do as he says, leaning back against your pillows and stretching your legs out on the bed in front of you. Lee tilts his head to the side, widening his eyes a touch as he silently urges you to obey his shameful command. “Go on, now. From the beginnin’.”
You pull your knees up to your chest, the vivid exposure that you’re about to give him making his eyes glint with anticipation. “D-Dear Diary..” you trail off, looking up from the page to him and training your eyes back down again, “I heard some boys talking at the diner today. Boys are disgusting and selfish,” you read quietly, shuffling your feet against the comforter as Lee nods for you to continue, his fingertips dancing over your shin and causing you to suppress a shudder. “They said-” you pause, nipping at your bottom lip with your teeth as your heart beats like a kickdrum in your chest, “they said boys aren’t supposed to eat pussy.”
Lee lets out a tsk of disapproval, his fingers hooking beneath your knee. His touch is firm and cool against your clammy skin, and it takes every ounce of composure within you to regain your concentration and continue. “They said that they’d never do it, because that’s not what girls are for.” Anger bubbles in your belly as you remember the way they laughed, egging each other on. “I wonder if they’re right. Afterall, whenever I’ve heard my momma and her friends talking about sex none of them have ever mentioned that.”
“Do you think those boys are right, sugar?” he interrupts, moving closer as the heat from his body seeps against yours. He smells like leather and rain, and you can’t help but clench your thighs once again and gulp. His eyes tell you exactly where he’s going with his, devouring you as the silence ticks on. 
“I mean, well, maybe?” you mumble, fiddling with the corner of the page and watching as it curls upwards. His arm hooking beneath your leg makes you gasp and Lee’s stare rolls up to meet yours. He doesn’t say a word, instead tugging your body closer to him as your legs part of their own free, and eager, will. His fingers stroke at the damp flesh of your inner thigh, and you whimper at the motion. Any moment now, you’ll wake. It’ll all have been a dream. But your dreams never felt quite like this. Bravery sparks in your gut. “D-Do boys eat pussy?”
“No babylove,” he hums, and the term of endearment has you swooning internally. Lee sinks to his knees next to your bed, pulling you to the edge of the mattress with him, his big hands spreading your legs wide and his eyes hungrily soaking in the sight of your cotton covered cunt. “Boys don’t eat pussy. Men do. Keep reading.” 
You’re speechless, wide-eyed and strung up inside at the way he talks, the way he looks at you. Like you’re a 8 course tasting menu and he’s about to indulge. You roll your hips just a little, a quiet gesture of consent should he choose to accept it. “I-I wonder if he’d eat my pussy. Probably not. I wouldn’t even know where to look, having somebody down there. What if it’s not..pretty?” 
“Oh, it’s fuckin’ pretty. I know it’s pretty.” You gasp when he curls two fingers beneath the gusset of your panties, slowly peeling them to the side and exposing your aching, virginal cunt to his gaze. This isn’t happening, you think to yourself, mouth gaping while you watch him nuzzle his face against your thigh; dragging his nose across the sensitive pearl between your legs. “Knew you’d smell good, babylove. Sniffin’ those sweet, little panties a’yours just ain’t the same as the real thing.”
“L-Lee..” you whimper, your feet digging into the sheets as your body works on instinct to try and put some space between the two of you. You knew someone had been in your underwear drawer. You’re trapped between his mouth and the headboard, your breaths heavy as he looks up from between your legs. “C’mon now, sugar. Ain’t got to the best part yet.”
“W-would he like the way I taste-oh!” His tongue flattens against your cunt, the sound it makes sending sparks straight to your gut, slick between your folds as your hole clenches against the wet muscle. You feel dizzy, your vision blurring from the sheer disbelief coursing through your veins. 
“Fuckin’ delicious. Better’n candy. Keep readin’,” he grumbles, slurping at your cunt and swiping the tip of his tongue back and forth across your clit. The fact that he’s expecting you to continue while you try to remain composed is maddening, but you push through. 
“I’ve heard him-fuck-heard him with my mom. He knows what he’s doing. Sometimes I think about him coming into my room at night and slipping beneath my sheets. I wanna know what it feels like to have his mouth on me,” you confess, letting your head fall back against the headboard. It’s too good. Too much. Not fucking enough. Lee’s hands grip your thighs roughly, spreading them wide open so he can get his fill. You whine shamelessly as he nuzzles his face from side to side against your drenched pussy, his cheeks glistening with your slick. “Please, can’t read anymore.”
“Jus’ a little bit more, babylove. Do it for daddy,” he smirks, his teeth grazing your fleshy mound. Your eyes bulge, a lump forming in your throat at the title he’s taken for himself. The title you gave him. Lee presses the tip of his index finger against your untouched hole, circling it and spreading your arousal up towards your clit. “You wanna be good for me, don’t ya? Know you do. One last lil’ bit and I’ll give ya what you want.” 
You release your bottom lip from between your teeth, blowing out a shaky breath and doing your best to fulfill his wishes. Even with his lips suckling at your pussy lewdly and your hips bucking down against his face. “I know he’s s’posed to be my daddy now, but I don’t care. I want him. I want him to take my virginity. I just want him to notice me. ” 
The air is still, his lustful assault halted as he wipes his damp cheek against your leg, his greedy eyes never straying from your own. “You want me to pop that little cherry, babylove, or are you still gonna try tellin’ me it’s jus’ a lil’ crush?”
The speed in which you toss the journal aside surprises him, but you’re riddled with fiery lust and you can’t wait any longer. Your fingers grip his collar, impatiently tugging him up your body, the soft bulge of his belly pressing against your cunt. 
You think of all the times you’ve willed him to kiss you, all the times you’ve secretly wished to be beneath him like this. Your hands settle either side of his throat, looking to him to take the lead as your bravery ebbs away. You can feel him, hard against your inner thigh. “Gotta tell me what ya want, sugar. Ain’t gonna take it ‘less you tell me to.” 
You can't speak, your tongue too heavy in your mouth. You want it. You want it more than you've ever wanted anything. The scent of him is intoxicating when he's close like this, his warm breath fanning your cheeks as you breathe him in. 
Your mouth collides with his, the musky taste of yourself oozing from his lips to yours; his tongue eagerly seeking out yours as he groans and grunts against your lips. You claw at his shirt, making light-yet fumbled-work of the buttons. God, he's perfect. Just firm enough to overpower you if he chose, yet soft enough to envelop you and make you feel safe. 
"Lift those arms up for me, babylove." You do as he says instantly, trembling as he rucks up your nightgown and lifts it up over your head. The deep breath he sucks in through his nostrils at the sight of your tits doesn't go unnoticed by you. The more he looks at you, the more at ease you feel. "Look'it you. Fuck."
His lips chain down your throat, teeth grazing your nipples, one after the other. He makes you feel dizzy. The kind of dizziness you feel when you get off the tilt a whirl at the fair. Like you're floating on air and he's the only thing keeping you out of the clouds. You giggle when his tongue dips into your navel, lips sucking at the flesh of your stomach and leaving a slick pool of saliva in their wake. 
"Please, Lee. Did what you wanted me to do. Gotta gimme what I want now," you pout, arching yourself into him as he retraces his route back up your torso, sucking a bruise at your neck and smirking against your skin when you scold him for it. "Please, daddy." 
Your hands reach for him as he stands, shrugging his shirt off his shoulders, grinning at you as you ogle his body. You're hypnotised by him, completely enraptured by the masculinity that radiates from his body. 
You find yourself looking away when he removes his underwear, almost as if instinctive. You've seen him shirtless before, but naked? That's something you've never dreamed of seeing. "Gone shy on me again, sugar?" Lee teases, tugging your panties down and crawling back between your legs. 
"I didn't.. just not how I expected my night to go, is all." He chuckles at your sweet admission, resting his elbow next to your head and leaning down to devour your mouth again. You grind against him, the weight and warmth of his cock heavy against your clit making you keen for more. "Do it. I want you to fuck me, daddy."
"Jesus fuckin' christ, listen t'you." Your hands cling to his biceps, fingernails leaving little crescent moons behind on his skin as you mumble an apology, knowing damn well he wouldn’t be able to explain those away to your mother. “Been thinkin’ ‘bout this for a while now, you know that? Since Christmas, in fact. ‘Member you wore that pretty red dress with the green bow? Fuck, looked so pretty, babylove.”
Lee reaches down, gripping his length in his hand and tapping the swollen, pink head against your cunt. It clenches, and you can’t wait any longer. Your legs wrap loosely around his waist, and you lean up to steal one more kiss from him. “Please, daddy.”
The sound your pussy makes as he slips the first inch in makes you cringe a little, embarrassed at how wet you are - how much you want him inside you. Lee hushes you, stroking your temple with his thumb as he slowly splits you open, piercing through your purity and seating himself to the hilt with a lustful groan. “Tight lil’ pussy, jus’ for me. Be okay, sugar.” You sob as a sharp pinch of pain rings through your abdomen. “I know, baby. S’gonna start feelin’ real good any second, I promise.”
The second thrust brings just as much discomfort as the first, a stray tear rolling down over your cheek. Lee captures it with his tongue, the salty taste flooding your senses when he kisses you. Kisses you like you’re all the air he needs, and everything in-between. 
Your cunt barely adjusts to his size, and you can feel it all. The hard ridges of his shaft, the prominent vein at the underside of his cock. All of it. Pain melds slowly into comfort and hurtles into pleasure, your face contorting at each stretch of your walls. 
The filth that spills from his tongue is almost as addictive as his cock. Lee pushes your legs back against your chest, hitting an angle that has your body shaking. It's too much. Too much, and not near enough. You don't know what you need, don't know how to ask for it. But you don't have to; because he already knows. "Most girls don't get 'ta come on their first try. Gonna make sure you're one a'the lucky ones. Gonna come all over my cock." 
"There it is. There's that feelin'," he purrs, sitting back on his knees and tugging you further down the bed by your thighs. You let out a little moan, panting as his large hands pin you down at the hips; holding you in place as he sets his own rhythm. Your legs feel like jell-o, splayed open and tingling as he admires the sight of your cunt taking his cock; the crimson smears of virtue on his flesh making him grunt. "That little cherry belongs to daddy now, babylove," he gloats, gathering it up on the pads of his fingers before he reaches for your lips, nestling his digits against your tongue. "Bet its sweet like a fuckin' cherry, too."
You nod your head eagerly, babbling nonsense as you hold your legs back for him, looking down entranced as he pounds into you. It's tender, aches deep in your bones. But fuck, it feels so good. 
Your first orgasm creeps up on you faster than you anticipated, tight, little ministrations of his thumb against your sensitive nub helping you along as your body tenses beneath him. You don't have time to recover, not when he's sitting back against the headboard, tugging you onto his lap and sinking your cunt back down onto his dick. It burns hotter now, that feeling in your belly that you've already grown to crave. 
"Wanna watch you, babylove. Wan' you to ride daddy. Know you been humpin' on that pillow. It's just like that," he tells you gently, his rough hands gripping your waist and guiding your movements. You wind your hips back and forth, grinding yourself down against him as he let's you set your own pace. "That'sa good girl. You got it. You're a fuckin' natural." 
His praise urges you on, your hands settling on his broad shoulders and raking down over his soft chest as you rise and fall gently on his shaft, flesh slapping with flesh as his thighs hold you steady. Lee’s hands move to cup your tits, pinching at your nipples and caressing your clavicles while he watches you pleasure him. The look on his face has you fucking him harder, with more intent. You want to drag the same pleasure he gave you, out of him. 
“C’mon daddy,” you whisper, and the sound is debauched coming from your lips. He grits his teeth, bending his knees and thrusting up into your soaked cunt. You’re so high, so fucking high on the feeling he gives you. His hand grips your throat, and you preen at the notion, pushing further into his grasp and letting him use your pussy for his own gain. Stroke after stroke of bliss, that newly familiar heat in your gut rising once again. 
“Can’t-shit-can’t come inside you, babylove.” Your brow crumples in disappointment, riding him with a new insistence that has him cursing under his breath. The sharp slap of his palm against your ass, followed by a possessive grab at your flesh makes you cry out, a low rumble escaping his throat. “You want daddy t’keep fuckin’ you? Won’t be much of a secret if you got my baby in your belly, will it?” 
His words shouldn���t affect you the way they do, the thought of his seed deep inside you, your body belonging to him completely - it’s fucking riveting. He can see it on your face too, and a twisted smirk forms on his lips; sharp thrust after sharp thrust, stretching and molding your cunt to perfection. Lee pulls his cock free, a disappointed whimper catching in your throat. “Stroke daddys cock,” he instructs, guiding your hand as you wrap your fist around his heavy girth and jerk him slowly. You’re not sure if you’re doing it right, but if the sounds coming from his mouth are anything to go by, you most certainly are. 
“That’s it, sugar. You got it. Jus’ like that. So fuckin’ close,” he hisses, returning the favour and letting his fingers toy with your cunt, two fingers slipping in and out of your used hole and massaging that tender spot inside you. You could watch him teetering on the edge of bliss for hours. You know he’s waiting for you, know he wants you to feel good. But you’re too focused on him to let your guard down long enough to come again. “Can’t hold back much longer.” 
“Then don’t hold back, daddy. I wanna watch you. Wanna see what you look like. Wanna remember it,” you confess, wrapping your other fist around him and pumping him eagerly in both hands. It’s beautiful, his cock throbbing and threatening to burst all over your fingers. You gasp softly at the first droplets of come, licking your lower lip and wondering what it tastes like. He yells out a curse, gripping the sheets beside him and jerking his hips up into your hands, letting you milk him dry until he’s whimpering. “Beautiful daddy,” you praise him, the warmth of his spend coating your fingers, sloppy wet against his stomach. 
You try not to look at the clock on the nightstand, knowing your mother is probably due home sooner than you’d like. A twinge of guilt hits you, but you shove it away, determined to enjoy the feel of Lee’s body against yours. Your body sags against his, head resting on his chest as he tucks your head beneath his chin. His arms are tight and firm around you, lips grazing the top of your head and his cock pulsing as it softens against your belly. 
You’ve always wanted to know what it would feel like to be held by him.
And now that you know, you don’t think you'll ever get enough. 
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bucknastysbabe · 1 year
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Hi my name is Cal. I love HOTD/Bucky/fandom✨
About me: I’m a current psych major, part-time fruit chopper, full-time Gecko mother (Vermi my inbred leo). One recovering alcoholic of 2 years, please feel free to reach out if you struggle or are in the same boat!!! White ass bitch from the Southeast US but will pester you with cultural questions.
I love sexy blonde Incest bitches, incel knight, and unstable metal armed man. Writing started as my sober hobby now I’ve been gifted 2% Latina!
ASOIAF/HOTD/GOT (Targaryens n Velaryons🦚, Criston🦚, Robb, Jon, Jaime)
Note: I do NOT write for Daemon or Luke
I write for marvel (Bucky🦚, Zemo, Marc Spector, Matt Murdock, Adam Warlock)
The Last Of Us (Tommy Miller🦚 and Joel Miller)
Seb Stan Characters: (Lee Bodecker🦚, Charles Blackwood, Steve Kemp, Lance Tucker)
Rdr2 (Arthur Morgan & John Marston)
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Into: M/F, M/M, fem dom, pegging, sex in any position, bdsm (light), breeding kink, man tears, angst, drunk sex, switching, actually non-smut things, daddy kink
Nope: F/F (I’m really bad at writing it and cursed to be really into dicks), literally just ask me!! Dead dove and niche kinks aren’t really an issue unless it’s like gory or stanky
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Smut 🍐 || Angst 🟢|| SFW 💚 || Dead dove🔫|| Fluff🐼
Kink Bingo - Done!
Au Bingo - indefinite hiatus :(
Marvel:
***More of it is on my Ao3 linked in my bio :)
Bucky Barnes
Masterlist ✨
Baron Helmut Zemo
The Call Girl🍐🐼
ASOIAF/HOTD:
Pairings:
No Conviction - Criston Cole x Aegon II🍐🟢🔫
Aegon II Targaryen
Masterlist ✨
Ser Criston Cole
Masterlist✨
Aemond Targaryen
Misunderstandings? 🟢💚
Winner takes all💚🐼
Get a load of this guy! 🟢🍐
Prince in shining silks💚🐼
Sci-fi AU🍐🟢🔫
Pass the Crown🍐
Jacaerys Velaryon
Winner takes all💚🐼
Prince in shining silks💚🐼
Cruel Summer🍐🐼
Summer Camp Au🍐🟢🐼
A little problem, a lot of patience 🍐🐼
The PR Stunt 🍐🐼
Viserys III Targaryen
Unwind🍐
Egotistical 🍐
Ancient Rome AU🟢🍐
Jon Snow
The crow who called wildling🍐🐼
Maegor Targaryen
Belly of the Beast🍐🟢🔫
Daeron Targaryen
Brother Fucking Incest Spectacular🍐🟢🔫
Others:
Tommy Miller (TLOU)
Little Slice o’ Heaven🍐🐼
Dirty Talk🍐🐼
Cockwarming🍐🐼
Lee Bodecker (Devil All The Time)
You can be my daddy🍐🐼
Western AU🍐🐼
Lance Tucker (The Bronze)
God of what? 🍐
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valleyfae · 2 years
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𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
✴︎── 𝐒𝐄𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍 & 𝐂𝐎.
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𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌.𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ✴︎ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ✴︎ 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
𝐊𝐄𝐘 ✴︎ f = fluff ── s = smut ── d = dark ── ddlg = ddlg ── pp = pet play ── h/c = hurt/comfort
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𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒
Guys My Age: AU ── (f, s, h/c)
Divorced!dilf!neighbor!Bucky Barnes ✴︎ Your neighbor is always there to comfort you, and lucky enough, he’s divorced.
Insatiable Angel ── (s)
Daddy!Bucky ✴︎ Bucky only needs ten minutes to finish his work, but you can't seem to wait.
In charge around here ── (s, d)
Dark!biker!Bucky Barnes ✴︎ Bucky makes sure to show you who you should trust after moving alone to a big city.
Just wanted to help ── (ddlg, h/c)
Daddy!Bucky Barnes ✴︎ You just want to do something for Bucky after how much he does for you, but your plan doesn’t go as expected.
𝐒𝐄𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍
Smarty ── (s, d)
Mean dark stepdad!Sebastian Stan ✴︎ Your stepdad isn’t too happy when his smart little girl comes home a tad bit drunk.
I Love You to the Moon and Back ── (f, h/c, ddlg)
Daddy!Sebastian Stan ✴︎ After a long, tiring day, there’s nothing better than snuggling up in bed with your daddy for a bedtime story
𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐊𝐄𝐌𝐏
Push Me Down ── (s, d)
Ghostface!Steve Kemp ✴︎ Ever since your first encounter, Steve’s twisted obsession over you consumed his every moment, until he finally snaps.
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Bucky giving his little kitten what she so desperately needs: his cum ── (s, pp)
Mean stepbrother!Bucky + piss kink ── (s, d)
Mean stepbrother!Bucky manhandling you until you are shivering under his touch ── (s, d)
Mean dark!mechanic!Bucky when you forget your wallet at home ── (s, d)
Brothers bsf!fratboy!Bucky Barnes x secret camgirl!reader ── (s)
Divorced!Bucky x divorced!reader ── (s)
Guys My Age AU :aftercare with Bucky + sitting between his legs + finger sucking ── (f)
Cocky brothers bsf!Bucky finally makes a move on you after your first year of college ── (s)
Bucky punishes you with an over-the-knee spanking after you tease him during a meeting ── (s)
Bucky makes you clean up the mess you made while riding his boot + slapping ── (s)
Soft dark!Bucky takes advantage of your vulnerability as a newly recruited avenger ── (s, d)
18th-century daddy!Bucky comforts you at a gala when noticing you feel little ── (ddlg, h/c)
Mean dom!Bucky putting you in your place after being a brat and talking’s back to him ── (s)
Mean dom!Nick Fowler, punishment + throat fucking + cock and ball worship ── (s)
Best friends dad!Sebastian reminds you that you are always welcome at his home ── (h/c)
Dark mean stepdad!Sebastian punishing you with a paddle ── (s, d)
Dad!Lee Bodecker coming home after work ── (f)
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the-queen-of-hell-666 · 6 months
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2023 Kinktober Masterlist
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I'm so sorry for not posting like at all this year but it's been a very long and rough year and I will do my best to continue this month but if I miss a day it's because of writer's block or work but anyway here is my Kinktober masterlist and what I have planned for you all, my wonderful amazing readers! I hope you like the thigh clenching, panty soaking, jean tightening thrill of smut! I hope you enjoy!
Banners by: @vase-of-lilies​
Key: Fluff; 🌙 // Angst;  👿 // Smut; 🔥 // Dark; 🕸️
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Day 1: Semi-Public (Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Drummer!Steve Harrington x Groupie!Fem!Reader) 🔥 Day 2: Stepcest (Stepbrother!Ransom Drysdale x Stepsister!Fem!Reader)🔥🌙👿 Day 3: Size Difference (Beefy!Bucky Barnes x Petite!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥 Day 4: S&M (Masochist!Eddie Munson x Sadist!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥 Day 5: Fucking Machine (Mr. Freezy(Robert Pronge) x Fem!Reader) 🔥🕸️ Day 6: Body Worship (Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader) 🔥🌙 Day 7: Stripping (Shy!Jake Jensen x Stripper!Fem!Reader) Day 8: Hate Sex (Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader) Day 9: DP in One Hole (Married!Steddie x Babysitter!Fem!Reader) Day 10: Fisting (Lee Bodecker x Fem!Reader) Day 11: Pregnancy (Steve Harrington x Pregnant!Fem!Reader) Day 12: Deepthroating or Facesitting (Sub!Jake Jensen x Dom!Fem!Reader) Day 13: Orgasm Denial (Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader) Day 14: Rimming (Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader) Day 15: Glory Hole (Post TFAWS!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader) Day 16: Breeding (Dad!Thor Odinson x Mom!Fem!Reader) Day 17: Masturbation (Jim Hopper x Secretary!Fem!Reader) Day 18: Spanking (Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader) Day 19: Humiliation (Mob!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader) Day 20: Tentacles (Part-Kraken!Lee Bodecker x Pirate!Fem!Reader) Day 21: Sex Toys (Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader) Day 22: Pegging (Human!Castiel x Fem!Reader) Day 23: Costumes (Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader) Day 24: Shotgunning (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader) Day 25: Daddy Kink (Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader) Day 26: Virginity (Virgin!40s!Stucky x Experienced!Fem!Reader) Day 27: Titfucking (Wade Wilson x Plus-sized!Fem!Reader) Day 28: Body Worship (Geralt of Rivia x Fem!Reader) Day 29: Breathplay (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader) Day 30: Squirting (Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader) Day 31: Bondage (Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader)
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holylulusworld · 1 year
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Withering Rose
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Summary: You come back to Knockemstiff to attend your cousin’s wedding.
Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Exgirlfriend!Reader, Lloyd Hansen x fem!Reader
Warnings: angst, language, mentions of a breakup/heartbreak, threats, awful relatives (cousin/aunt), attempted cheating on Lee's side, mentions of foster care, fluff (not Lee)
A/N: I did not write canon for Lloyd in this one.
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Knockemstiff. The last place you ever wanted to see again. Coming back here feels like pulling teeth without anesthetic. Seeing your cousin in her white wedding gown – even worse.
This was all you ever dreamed of around ten years ago. Before shit went down and the man you loved left you for some other girl. One with a better reputation and a daddy with pockets full of money.
Not some orphan, raised by her aunt and treated like trash. “Sweetie. Y/N,” your aunt coos, and you try to ignore it’s all just an act. 
After your eighteenth birthday, you aged out of state care, which meant that foster care adoption assistance ended too. Your aunt just waited for the money to stop and gave you the boot.
Now she acts as if nothing happened. Dear aunt is a great actress and fools anyone around you. You know better.
You heard through the grapevine that you only got an invitation, so no one asks questions about your whereabouts. As if anyone would care about you. They never did. You always were an outcast.  
A withering rose. Fading away in this shitty little town. No water and love keeping you alive. Lonely. Lost. Forgotten. Unwanted. Unloved.  
“Isn’t my Y/C/N a beautiful bride?” your aunt chirps. “I bet, if only you’d take better care of yourself you could find a nice man one day too.”
You huff at her words. Of course, she couldn’t shut her mouth and say her hellos. No. She has to rub salt into old wounds. The ones she and your cousin caused.
“Well, being the town's mattress paid off,” you retort. “And just you know, I got a well-paid job, a nice car, and unlike you and your daughter, I don’t need a man paying shit for me. It was a mistake coming here.”
You turn on your heels and storm off, leaving your aunt stunned and speechless behind. She opens and closes her mouth, gasping like a fish out of the water as you flee from the church and don’t look back.
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“I was a fool to believe they changed,” you huff while walking back toward the hotel you are staying at. Not a hotel. It’s a shady motel. The only one in this shitty town.
“Y/N?” you frown as a car slows down and someone pokes his head out of the window. “Y/N YL/N? I knew it was you.”
“What? I-“ looking at the sheriff’s car you frown. “I didn’t do anything wrong, sheriff. Why are you following me?”
“Don’t you remember me, sweet rose?” he stops the car and unbuckles the seatbelt. You watch the sheriff climb out of his car. “It’s me…Lee.” 
“Lee Bodecker,” you choke his name out. “You became the sheriff, I see. I guess you got everything you ever wanted. A nice house, that sweet wife, and look at you, you’re the sheriff.”
“I heard you’re back in town,” Lee gives you that smile making your knees buckle. At least it used to affect you. Now he’s just another face you tried to forget. “How have you been, Y/N?”
“Good,” you don’t say the things you recited in your head so many times. It’s like now, that you stand face to face with Lee, your past just doesn’t matter any longer. “How have you been?”
“Life, you know but,” he looks you up and down. “Just look at you. An uptown girl now, huh? A pretty lady in an even nicer dress.”
You roll your eyes. “It was nice seeing you again,” you lie and turn to leave. “Greet your wife from me. I hope she’s doing fine too.”
“Uh—yeah. She’s good…we are good,” he scratches the back of his head. “I had hoped we could talk some more.”
Sighing deeply, you stop walking to look at Lee. “Listen, Lee, we don’t have to pretend, okay.”
“I only want to talk to you, Y/N. Back then I…we…” he stammers. 
“I was a foolish girl believing all the things you said meant shit to you too. I grew up the moment you broke up with me for some other girl,” you clear your throat. “You didn’t even care I had nowhere to go after my aunt kicked me out. I don’t want to talk about things I forgot about a long time ago. So, leave me alone, Bodecker.”
“I can drive you to the motel,” Lee offers. He points at his car, smiling widely. “Come on. Let’s remember the good old times.”
“I don’t want to remember the good old times,” you snap at Lee. “You were an asshole back then, and you didn’t change one bit. Do you honestly believe I want to be seen in town with a married man? I don’t think so.”
“Do you want to walk?” he grunts. “It’s going to rain. We don’t want your dress to get wet. Don’t be like that. Let me drive you.”
“I rather walk through mud, rain, and hail. Go and leave me alone. I knew coming here was a mistake,” you wave Lee off. “You’ve got a wife and kids to take care of.”
“Y/N, I can still drive you to your motel. Married or not.”
“Why?” you cock your head. “Why do you want to drive me back to my motel? What do you think will happen?”
“Anything you want to,” he gives you a loop-sided grin, hoping for you to cave in. Just like you always did. Back then. 
“I don’t want anything to happen between you and me,” walking away you realize you didn’t have to come here to know that the life you have back at home is so much better than the one you had here. 
“Wait—” Lee won’t give in. He gets back in his car and slowly drives next to you. “Get into the car. This is stupid. Stop being so stubborn.”
“I love being stupid and stubborn.”
You walk a little faster to get to your motel as fast as possible. Nothing is holding you here and you want to get back home. 
Lee is following you to your motel. He calls your name and tries to get you to talk to him some more. “Fuck, leave me alone.”
The moment the motel is in sight, you start to run to reach your room. A difficult task in heels but you manage to reach your room somehow.
Your hand trembles as you try to push the key into the lock.
“Whoa, cupcake,” you shriek as someone opens the door to your motel room before you can unlock the door. “I thought you are still at the wedding.”
“Lloyd?” you release a shuddery breath. “What are you doing here?”
“I tried to call,” he shrugs as you stare up at him. “I canceled the meeting and got here as fast as possible. Uh—I didn’t want to burst into the church. I planned on picking you up after the ceremony for the party and crap.”
“You’re here,” you throw yourself at your boyfriend and hide your face in his chest. He immediately wraps his arms around your body to offer comfort. 
“Now that’s what I call a warm welcome, baby,” he pecks your hair. “Who’s that?”
You totally forgot about Lee and that you stand outside your room. “He wouldn’t take no for an answer.”
“Who is that bastard?” you whimper at Lloyd’s rough tone. He never uses it when you are around, but you heard him bark orders at people. 
“Lee Bodecker, the guy I told you about,” you mumble, not wanting to speak any louder. Lloyd knows everything about your past, and he didn’t care.
“Hmm…I see,” Lloyd whispers soft words in your ear, asking you to get inside the room and close the door behind you. “Give me five minutes.”
He kisses your temple and hugs you a little tighter. “I’ll be packing my things. I don’t want to stay here any longer.”
“I’ll be right there, cupcake.” 
He watches you walk inside the room, nodding as you look at him. “Please don’t get into trouble because of me.”
You close the door, sighing deeply as your boyfriend makes his way toward Lee.
 The sheriff watched you and your boyfriend from inside his car. He’s fuming as Lloyd walks toward his car.
“Do we have a problem here, sheriff,” Lloyd stands next to the driver’s side, poking his head into Lee’s car. “I got the feeling you were following my girlfriend, and I don’t like this one bit.”
“I offered to escort her,” Lee grunts. “This is a sleepy little town, but you never know when someone tries to attack a sweet girl. I wanted to keep her safe.”
Lloyd hums as he straightens his back. He runs two fingers over his mustache, pretending to think about Lee’s words.
“Problem is, it’s my job to keep my girl safe. You didn’t offer protection. All you did was scare my girl. I give you five minutes to get out of my sight.”
“Do you think I’m scared of you?” the sheriff growls. “I’m the sheriff of this town.”
“Yeah? I got that,” Lloyd smirks. “The car, your uniform, and the cheap haircut gave it away.”
“I’m warning you. Threatening a sheriff is a crime,” Lee warns. “You don’t want me to get out of this car.”
Lloyd grins. “You see, I’m not a man of many words. I rather use my influence to get rid of people making my girl feel bad. You don’t want me to call a few people and make sure you’ll lose more than your lousy job.”
“I-“ Lee considers Lloyd’s warning. Is it worth it to ruin his life only to get his hands on you? “I only wanted to give her a ride.” He starts the engine, watching Lloyd retreat.
“Good choice, sunshine,” your boyfriend mumbles under his breath as Lee drives off. “We see each other again. One way or another…”
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“You sure you don’t want me to break his neck,” Lloyd softly asks as you snuggle into his chest. “Cupcake?”
“I’m good, Lloyd,” you sigh against him. “I only want to forget about him, my aunt, and my past. We have a life together. Here and now.
“Here and now, Y/N,” he assures you but plans on visiting your ex one day. Maybe not today, but soon…
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pahtoosh · 9 months
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[image ID: sebastian stan as lee bodecker from the set of the devil all the time. he has one headphone in and is holding the other cord out expectantly. /.end ID]
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18+
wc: ~1500 words
warnings: other kids being mean, name-calling, lee not listening to you
a/n: I was trying to fulfill one of my requests and somehow the story got away from me and doesn’t match with the request at all😭 I’ll have to try again with that one, it was so good!
pairing: lee bodecker x gn!little!reader
summary: lee takes you to a party to make little friends. while you’re there, things take a turn and names get thrown around
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“You ready to go, bunny?” Lee called up the stairs. “We’re gonna be late!”
“Almost, Daddy! I need help!” You tan towards him, almost tripping down the stairs but he caught you just in time. “Can you put this pin on my jacket? Please!”
“Of course, baby. Maybe I shoulda called you button instead of bunny,” he joked. “Is my little baby ready for the party now?”
You swapped your smile for a nervous look. “Scared, Daddy.”
“You’ve got nothin’ to be worried ‘bout. This’ll be good for ya. Lots of other littles from our town will be there. Maybe you could make a friend or two.”
You still weren’t convinced, but Lee looked so hopeful and he had been talking about this party for days. You hated disappointing him. Your daddy did so much for you; you could handle one little party for his sake.
“Okay,” you said, taking a deep breath.
Lee grinned. “That’s my bunny.” He held out his hand for you to take and walked you to the car. He helped you buckle the seatbelt and kissed your cheek reassuringly when he felt your rapid heartbeat.
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The O'Connolly's house looked just about like every other rich person’s house in Knockemstiff. The picket white fence, rose bushes, and perfectly trimmed lawn had you feeling out of place. The conflicting, rowdy shouts from the backyard did little to calm you.
Lee was oblivious to your apprehension. “Ready to go in?”
“Daddy I don’t wanna go. I feel funny.”
“Are ya sick, bunny?” He felt your forehead.
“No, my tummy’s rumbly a-and my heart.” You held his hand and pressed it to your chest.
“Aw baby, that’s your nerves, remember? Do those breathin’ exercises the doctor taught ya. In, out, that’s it.”
Once your nerves settled a bit, you agreed to go inside. You wanted Lee to hold you, but fought the urge. You didn’t want to look even more like a baby with how clingy you were being.
Mrs. O’Connolly answered the door. “Sheriff Bodecker! How nice to see you! And this must be your little angel.”
You hid behind Lee as he greeted the host. “Come out, bunny. Say hi. Mrs. Connolly ain’t nothin’ to be scared of.”
You peeked your head out and shyly waved. “Hi, Mrs.”
“Aw, isn’t that darling? You two come on in now. The other littles are playing in the yard and us adults are on the patio. We’ve got enough snacks and drinks for the whole football team, so you help yourselves with that. And the grown up juice is in the blue cooler.” She whispered that last part to Lee.
The three of you made it to the backyard where everybody else was. A couple of people waved or shouted a greeting while the others continued with their games and conversations.
Lee nodded his head towards where the littles were playing. “Go on and play with the other kids. Daddy’s gonna talk with the grown ups, okay?”
You whimpered and tugged on Lee’s hand that you’d been holding the whole time.
“You can do it, bunny. I know ya can. Just have fun.” He kissed you goodbye and sat down at the adults table.
You looked betrayed. How could Daddy just leave me here? No, it’s okay. Daddy said I can do this. Big kid thoughts. Big kid thoughts.
You straightened out your posture and walked over to where the littles were playing. “Hi, um, can I play with you?”
A couple of the kids looked unimpressed but one of them brightened at the sight of you. “Sure! We were gonna play dragons and princesses! My name is Julie!”
You responded with your name and the others introduced themselves to you.
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Dragons and princesses turned out to be very fun. You thought all boys had to be dragons and all girls had to be princesses, but Julie said anyone can be what they wanna be. She even switched back and forth between the two characters during the game.
You decided that you liked Julie and most of the others. The only tough one to crack was Marcy. She was the O’Connolly’s little and Julie’s best friend. For whatever reason, she didn’t seem to like you from the beginning.
You were all lying in the grass, just talking after catching your breath from dragons and princesses.
“I think they’re gonna put a new gas station where the old pharmacy was!” Jack said.
“A different one from Pumps and Plums?” Julie asked.
“Yeah! Like Gas for Cash or Stop for Snacks!”
“That’s dumb, those gas stations don’t even exist. It’s gonna be a tailor shop,” Marcy said.
Jack frowned and looked back up at the sky instead of craning his head to see the rest of you like he’d been doing before.
“Maybe it can be a gas station, Daddy says we need another one and there’s already a tailor shop on that block.”
The others hummed in agreement and Jack looked at you gratefully. Marcy, however was absolutely fuming. “What do you know anyway? You’re dumb and you’re a meanie.”
You sat up. “What? I’m not a meanie.”
“Sure you are, you called Julie a dummy. I heard you.” By now, everyone was standing and leaving space between the two of you.
“I didn’t say that! You’re the one calling everyone dumb!”
“See? There you go again. You’re nothing but a dummy. Right, Julie?” Marcy put a hand on her hip and looked expectantly at her best friend.
“Y-yeah I guess you are kind of a dummy,” Julie hesitantly agreed.
You held back tears and tamped down the sob in your throat as the others began to walk away and play without you. You rushed over to Lee and tugged on his shirt to get his attention.
“Daddy?”
“What’s up, bunny? Ya havin’ fun?”
You bit your lip and leaned to whisper in his ear. “Daddy I wanna go home.”
“Home? Oh no, not yet, yer bein’ awfully rude,” Lee replied through gritted teeth.
“But-“
“Enough. I said not yet. Why don’t you go play with Marcy and them?”
You considered telling Lee about how mean the other kids had been to you, but decided not to. Lee was already in a bad mood and you didn’t want him to cause a scene. Assuming he’d even believe you, that is.
“I’m tired. Can I sit with you?”
“We’re talkin’ ‘bout grownup stuff. It’s not safe for little ears to hear.”
“Can I wait in the car?”
Lee huffed and excused himself before grabbing you by the arm and pulling you to the other, unoccupied end of the yard.
“Ah, Daddy that hurts.”
Lee unfortunately didn’t hear you over his angry muttering that was getting louder as you two got further away from the party.
“-always wantin’ somethin’ ya can’t have and runnin’ from what’s good for ya. Ya know why I wanted to come to this dang party? It wasn’t just for the hell of it. I did it for you. Like I do everything for you. And so I put on this stiff button up shirt and played nice with our neighbors so you could play with the other littles in town, maybe even make a friend. But you didn’t want that, did ya. And why? I can’t think of a single reason. So you’re gonna stand here and tell me why I wasted my Saturday afternoon.”
He stopped his movements and looked at you expectantly.
You gulped before answering. Lip trembling, you blurted out “I don’t like them! Marcy was bein’ mean an’ she called me a dummy! And she telled Julie I don’t like her but I didn’t say that and then Julie called me a dummy too! And now daddy’s bein’ mean but I didn’t do anything wrong!”
Tears ran down your cheeks faster than you could wipe them away. You held onto Lee as you wailed, wetting his shirt with your tears and drool. Although you were upset with him, you still looked to him for comfort. You didn’t realize it, but Lee was hugging you back and kissing your head while he rubbed your back. Your body had an innate reaction to Lee. Just a few minutes of your daddy’s touch were enough to calm you down.
Now just hiccuping and embarrassed at your outburst, you began to pull away from Lee but he didn’t let you.
“I’m sorry baby, I should’ve listened to ya. Here I was, thinkin’ I’m doin’ somethin’ nice for my baby when you’re actually miserable.” He looked down at you and wiped away the leftover tears. He didn’t like seeing you like this. The only times tears should be running down your cheeks are when you laugh until you cry, or when you’re overcome with happiness.
He squeezed you a little tighter as you wrapped your arms around him.
“Let’s go home now, bunny.”
“Wait, wanna stay like this a little.”
“That’s alright by me,” Lee said. He’d keep holding you forever if you asked him to.
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the-witty-pen-name · 1 year
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The Nanny Pt. 11
18+ ONLY 
Lee Bodecker x F!Nanny!Reader
Word Count: 2.9K
Warnings: SMUT, fingering (+ a lil anal fingering), oral (m and f receiving), unprotected sex, Daddy kink, softdom!Lee, cursing, age gap (reader is in her 20s), employee/employer dynamics, fluff
Author’s Note: Wow, I can’t even remember how long it’s been since I’ve updated this fic. I am so sorry it’s taken so incredibly long. I was really struggling with writing for a while but I’m happy to be posting again! I will finish this fic if it is the last thing I do haha it’s going to be 15 parts. 
As per usual, this is unedited and if I forgot a warning, please let me know! And please reblog if you liked it! I will reblog soon with the taglist. 
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No one would look at Lee Bodecker and pin him as a generous lover. He takes, and doesn’t give unless he receives. He’s like this in all aspects of his life. Anything and everything it takes to just have more, and to be more, and to accumulate power. It’s his motivation. To be the one in control, to be the one who takes what they want and fuck the consequnces- even though there hardly are none. 
And yet, for you, the most selfish man imaginable has spent hours with his head ducked under the skirts of your dress. You’re laid out on his bed, with only the corset long forgotten while he’s devoured and drank you in like a man starved. He’s made you cum so many times now, and he’s still fully dressed. His large hands are outstretched across your thighs, holding you in place as his movements make you squirm. 
He shamelessly kisses, licks, and sucks until you're squirming. His hands firmly pressed into the flesh of your thighs as he sucks on your clit. It’s unfair, the way he makes you finish so effortlessly. You swear you can feel him smirking against your folds, before he finally resurfaces. He’s cocky. He’s so fucking good at this and he knows it. He unashamedly smiles at you, almost in a boyish way, and his eyes linger at the way your chest heaves as you try to come back down from your high. 
It was almost embarrassing if you thought about it long enough to care. The way Lee ushered the sitter out for the night as fast as humanly possible. The kid did her best to try to give Lee updates, and he just almost looked like he was able to pay attention. As soon as the door closed and she made her swift exit, Lee confirmed Val was asleep soundly before hooking his arm around your waist and sweeping you into his bedroom. 
There wasn’t an inch of skin on your body that his lips didn’t touch, his tongue sweeping up your navel, and biting small kisses as soon as you were bare to him. You would try your best to say something, but the sensation of his calloused hands on your thighs and his lips on your chest was so overwhelming good that you ached. 
“Look at you,” he marvels when he finally decides to come up for air, slick coating his chin and he looks like he couldn’t be more pleased with himself. You can taste yourself on his lips when he leans down to kiss you, and the salt on his tongue when your teeth haphazardly clash together in the heat of it all. 
He only shows hesitance in his movements when it comes time to remove his own costume. You’re spread out naked on his sheets while he hovers above you still fully clothed. You pout and tug at the hem of his shirt and you catch the way his eyes fall, and that’s the first time you see how insecure he is. 
“Want to see you,” you mumble, pulling him in for another kiss. You drag it out, making it slow and passionate. The best way that you can tell him you love it. It’s no secret he’s got a belly, and fuck if it isn’t the sexiest fucking thing you’ve ever seen. You could swear on your life you saw his cheeks turn the faintest shade of pink. He’d never admit it, but eventually your hands rubbing up and down his torso convinces him to finally shed the layers.
“Fuck me,” you groan at the sight of his cock once he’s tossed his boxers aside. “Lee, god you’re gorgeous.”
“I should be the one saying that about you, darling,” he mutters against your neck, his breath causing goosebumps to form on your skin.
You’re so desperate, and you’ve lost count how many orgasms his been able to coax out of you. You shiver when his fingers find your clit, making sure you’re ready for him. You’re almost whining for him to hurry up, and he chuckles at your growing impatience. The memories of just being here are already hazy from your constant climaxes since he shut the bedroom door. It’s felt like hours, and he’s not even inside you yet. It’s excruciating how he’s been able to pull you apart and not quite pull you back together yet. You’ve made a mess of his sheets, and you’re convinced your nails have made indents on his headboard to match the ones you’ve made on his shoulders. 
It stretches you when he finally pushes his cock inside you. You also feel a smidge of pride when his breath shakes when he pushes inside for the first time. It’s cliche to say, but it’s perfect, and he hits so deep almost effortlessly. When he finds his rhythm and quickens his pace, he wraps your legs around him and he’s relentless once he knows you're comfortable. 
You don’t know what time it was when you both finally slept. The sun was daring to just show itself when you looked out the window as you caught your breath on your back. You remember Lee and his low groan getting up and mumbled something about cleaning you up, but soon enough you drifted off to sleep a few minutes after he began the run the warm cloth over the span of your skin.
You wake up to the sound of a loud knock on the front door god knows how much later. It makes you jump and your eyes wake suddenly. Natural daylight of the afternoon lights up the whole room. You hear the pads of Lee’s feet as he hurries to the door, saying he’s coming, and you hear the familiar babble Val makes  when she sees someone she knows. 
You’re sore, your head feeling so clear and well rested but your legs feel too heavy to move, and the soreness from the way Lee stretched you out has stayed well into the afternoon it seems. You can’t make out who is at the door but you can hear the muffled voices. You decide for now that it’s best to stay put. If you emerge from the bedroom now, it could only be horrible timing. 
There’s an exchange you can’t hear, it’s a woman’s voice but that’s all you can distinguish. You hear the door close and you debate whether or not to get up and grab your discarded clothes. You haven’t moved when the door starts to slowly creek open. It’s Lee, disheveled morning bed head and a five o’clock shadow on his jaw, wearing blue pajama pants, with the matching shirt opened showing his undershirt. You imagine he shuffled to throw them on to answer the door. 
“Morning,” he mumbles, leaning over the bed and kissing you on the cheek. He pulls back the covers and takes his spot next to you, shedding the pajama shirt. You instinctively shuffle closer, and he pulls you into his chest. It felt normal, so effortless. It just fit. 
He’s so soft. For a man so scary and a reputation that goes across the whole county, he’s so damn soft and warm. His fingertips graze your skin like your something much more delicate than you are. He kisses your forehead, and you can hear his heartbeat through the tough exterior he’s never without until now. 
“I called Mrs. Hughes,” he explains, “Told her you were under the weather and I needed someone to watch Val for the day.”
You tsk and jokingly call him a liar, and his grin spreads across his whole face. 
“I just wanted more time like this,” he whispers, moving to cup your cheek in his hand. “‘Fore the real world pulls us back again.”
“You think I’d want to be spending my day off here?” You tease, making him roll his eyes. He playfully pushes himself away, and sits up, leaning over to grab the box of cigarettes he had on his nightstand. You watch him go through the motions, the instinctual way he lights it and brings it to his lips. 
You know you should tell him to stop. You know you should lecture him on how it’s a filthy habit, and it’s bad for his health, and also yours. But watching him is mesmerizing, you can’t pinpoint why, but watching him smoke like this might be the most attractive thing you’ve ever seen. 
You shuffle up slightly, and lay your arm across his torso, resting your head on his side and looking up at him. He takes a couple drags, and rests his head back against the headboard. You watch the way the smoke swirls when he exhales, and you commit to memory the way it looks when he brings it up to his lips. 
“So, what are we doing today?” You ask, breaking the silence, rubbing his chest. 
“Well,” he says thoughtfully, pretending to begin an elaborate plan. “Right now, I’m going to finish this.” He holds up the half finished cigarette. “Then, sweetheart, I’m going to fuck you.”
“Oh?” you manage to ask, flustered, and it makes him grin wickedly. 
“If you can be a good girl and be patient,” he replies, taking another agonizingly slow drag. You nod and he smiles. “Maybe be a good girl and show Daddy how badly you want him to ruin your sweet little pussy.” 
This. This is the Lee you imagined. This is how he behaved in the dreams you keep to yourself, and what you imagine him saying in the dirty little fantasies you can’t repeat. You feel yourself practically throb at the way his tone shifts, and the way he looks at you because he knows he already has you wrapped around his finger. 
You slid on top of him, still hazy with sleep, and you fumble with pulling down his pants. One hand balances the cigarette and the other runs over your head affectionately as he watches you amused. You can see the way his cock is straining against the material and you can feel the wetness pool between your thighs with your own anticipation. 
Lee is trying his best to look indifferent, and he knows he’s failing miserably. His eyes are locked on you. The way you sleepily manage to undress him, and the way your eyes widen for the briefest moment before doing your best to hide it. He’s enamored with every little movement and he can’t dare to look away. He does for only the briefest moment to tap his cigarette against his ashtray and as he does, he feels your lips wrap around him and you sink down deliciously slow. It makes him shiver, and he would swear he could feel you smirk. 
You’re beautiful, absolutely the most stunning woman ever to grace his presence. He can’t believe how you want to be here with him. He swears in that moment he ain’t ever going to take that for granted. He holds the top of your head as you move up and down on his cock, and he strokes your head, mumbling about how fucking beautiful you look with your pretty lips wrapped around his cock. 
The praise makes you practically preen, and it makes you feel so confident. You try your best to ignore how wet you are. You squeeze your thighs together to create some friction to relieve even a little bit of the way you’re feeling. 
“Lemme see you baby,” he coaxes, and you lift your eyes up to meet his. He discards the cigarette in the ashtray. “You’re so pretty, darling.”
He guides your face up gently and holds it in his hands, pulling you up to kiss you like it was unbearable to wait. You moan softly in surprise as he moves his arms down to wrap around your back and he gently urges you forward. 
“You’re so amazing, sweetheart,” he praises, sliding down to lay his head on the pillows so you’re straddling his torso. He looks even more disheveled, and he’s looking at you with such a sense of just pure longing. “Princess,” he murmurs, leaning forward to kiss your thighs, “c’mere, sit on my face.”
“A-are you sure?” you ask, hesitantly. He nods, sliding his hand up the back of your thighs, urging you closer. 
“Please baby, lemme taste you,” he pleads. “I can see how wet you are, darling. Please, baby girl, let Daddy fuck you with his tongue.”
You move yourself so you’re hovering over him. You wait, expecting him to change his mind. But he pulls you down, almost immediately, and you brace your hands on the headboard. 
You immediately feel his tongue on your folds, and you’re amazed how much he’s into it. You’d expect him to be a selfish lover, never would you ever imagine you’d have Lee Bodecker absolutely worship between your thighs. He sucks and kisses your clit, making you weak in the knees. He works his tongue methodically and teasingly, until you tugging gently on his hair and begging him to let you cum. 
You feel it in your whole body, when you feel yourself cum on his tongue. You feel him tighten his grip around your thighs, pulling you down closer as you do, like he’s determined to absolutely devour you. 
Your legs are shaky as he gently moves you down to laying on your back. He smirks, laying down next to you, glistening with your slick. You can taste yourself when you lean over and connect your lips with his. He smiles, sliding his hands up and down the length of your sides, taking in the feeling of every single inch of you. 
You arch into his touch and he mumbles his approval against your lips. His hands squeezing as much flesh as his can of your thighs, and your ass. You roll onto your stomach and then kiss him one more time. 
“I thought you were going to fuck me Daddy?” you tease, slowly arching your ass up and running a finger across his lips. He groans happily, adjusting himself behind you. His hands massage and squeeze your ass, taking a moment to enjoy the way you look like this, before teasing your entrance with the tip of his cock. 
“Please, Daddy,” you whine, pushing back impatiently. “Need you to fuck me,” you beg. He groans appreciatively, continuing to tease you with his cock as your wetness drips down your thighs. He teasingly, presses his thumb gently against your ass, feeling out your response. You moan, gasp surprised at how fucking good it feels and you beg for him to keep going. He continues to gently tease and rub your tight little hole, and thrusts his cock into your pussy. 
You're a babbling little mess of tears, and Lee continues to tease how cute you look when you’re stuffed with his fingers and his cock. You beg him to fuck you harder, and he’s more than happy to oblige. He moves his hands to grip your waist and continues to thrust at a brutal pace. You can feel how deep he is inside you, and it makes your brain fuzzy. He’s urging you to be a good girl and cum, refusing to finish until you finish, and he feels you tighten around him. You soak his cock as you scream out in pleasure at your orgasm tearing through your whole body. Once he’s worked you through your orgasm, he pulls out and finishes on your back as you collapse on the sheets. 
“Wow,” he marvels, collapsing down on his back next to you. You smile softly, your eyes closed from exhaustion. He doesn’t let himself get too comfortable, before he gets up to clean you up. He takes care of you first while you lay relaxed in a post-orgasm haze, and then he takes care of himself before joining you on the bed again. 
You kiss him quickly, then rest your head on his chest. He smiles, and kisses your head. He sighs contently, wrapping an arm around you. He looks to the window, seeing how it’s become the late afternoon. He can’t believe you’ve spent the whole night before and almost all of today in his bed. He hates to think about it ending. He looks over to the clock on his bedside table. 4:21 pm 
“Surprised my roommate hasn’t called for me,” you ponder, “Suppose she might be exhausted from her shift, might think we just missed eachother.”
“Yeah,” he agrees absentmindedly, distracted by just looking at you.You sigh happily, and snuggle yourself closer to him. 
“So,” you muse, tracing nonsense shapes on his chest, “I hate to ruin the moment…”
“Go on, sweetheart,” he urges, trying to not sound nervous. 
“What does, you know, what does this make us?” you ask shyly. 
“Well, darling, shit,” he chuckles nervously, “I reckon that depends on what you want. Me? I’m all in. I am all in.”
“Really?” you ask hopefully.
“I know it sounds crazy,” he admits quietly, “but darling, I think I’ve been wrapped around your finger since I first laid eyes on you. And, I want you as long as you’ll have me.”
“Makes two of us then,” you smile. “Is it really that easy?”
“As long as we’re here,” he grins, lacing his fingers through yours. He kisses your knuckles. “It’s our little oasis, darling. No one else matters, ‘cept you and me… well, and Valerie.” 
“Of course,” you smile, kissing him once more. 
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littlelioncub43 · 2 years
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Just For Us: Part III
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Summary: Lee’s life is never dull, especially with you as his wife. Although, sometimes he can forget how big of a menace you can be. 
Pairing: Sheriff Lee Bodecker x Female!Reader
Warnings: Comedy, fluff, slight angst (but really not a lot, like trace amounts), kissing, sexual themes but no smut, pet names (Babydoll, baby, honey, etc.), Lee being a grumpy little baby, and soft!Lee Bodecker.  
Word count: 893 (She’s short!)
A/N: I thought of this in the shower and thought it would be hilarious to add into the series. I liked writing this! This is my first comedic piece of writing and I honestly really like it hehe. Let me know what you think! Reblog, comment, send an ask, a carrier pigeon, a telegram, you know the drill, babes! 
Kisses 💋
—K
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“Lee, honey, talk to me,” you plead softly, “please?”
Lee’s shoulders tensed at the sound of your voice, it was the only indication that he heard you at all. He stood with his back to you as he stirred his early afternoon coffee, still refusing to talk to you. You gave a soft huff at his silence, but resigned to letting him have his space. The kitchen was otherwise noiseless, except for the gentle grating of the metal spoon against the ceramic coffee mug. He set the spoon down firmly, his hands resting on the counter in front of him. 
“Do you understand why I’m mad?” He gritted out, his sudden firm voice startling you from your own cup of coffee. 
“Yes, I do,” you nod understandingly and stand from your seat at the table, slowly moving to stand next to him. “And, you have every right to be upset with me.”
“I just-“ he sighs, rubbing his face with one hand before turning to look at you, his eyes softening ever so slightly, “I don’t like being laughed at.”
“I know, honey, neither do I,” you agree and rub his back, the movement brought Lee a level of comfort that he needed terribly. “But you have to admit, it was pretty funny.”
The early morning sun was dazzling, more radiant than Lee had ever seen it before in his life. He sat in bed as long as he could before the desire to get a closer look pulled him out of bed and out on to the porch. Cool morning air greeted him as he stood at the edge of the porch. Taking a deep breath in, Lee soaked up the calming rays quietly, thinking to himself ‘oh, this is the life.’
A twig breaking from the trees broke Lee’s silent moment to himself, his piercing eyes zeroing in on the source of the noise. A stag. Lee couldn’t help but gasp when he spotted the animal, the small intake of air was enough for the stag to lock eyes with Lee. Sprawling horns that were at least 6 feet across adorned the head of the stag. It was gorgeous. He was tempted to go wake you up so you could see it too, but the stag’s gaze kept him pinned to his spot. He was captivated. So captivated, that he didn’t hear you creep up behind him. 
The next thing he knows, his sleeping pants are around his ankles, his knees in the breeze, and you’re laughing so hard barely any noise is coming out. Your laughter scares off the stag, and Lee watches as it runs back into the thick brush of trees. He quickly yanks up his sleeping pants, his face burning with embarrassment and his chest boiling with anger. He stomps back into your shared bedroom, grabbing his clothes and making a beeline for the shower. 
“Oh, Lee, come on, don’t be mad,” you say through your fit of giggles, slowly calming down as you notice your husband’s anger. 
“Lee!” You call out to him as the door to the bathroom slams with thundering force. He refused to speak to you for the rest of the morning. 
“It was not funny!” He defended with a small whine to his voice, “I flashed that deer!”
“Honey, that deer didn’t know what he was lookin’ at! It was a deer!” You reasoned with a soft smile, fighting back any more laughter that threatened to escape you. He sighs, looking away as he replays this morning’s events over in his mind once more. Ok, maybe he was overreacting.  
“It was a little funny,” Lee cracked a small smile, making you grin and giggle. “You’re a menace, you know that, right? A God damn minx.”
“There he is,” you chuckled when you saw his smile and gave Lee’s cheek a sweet peck, “my handsome man.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he says bashfully and shakes his head, his face a light pink. He turns to kiss you properly, he didn’t kiss you good morning like he normally would, so the feeling of your plush lips on his had Lee sighing softly. You weren’t any better off, you practically melted on the spot when you felt his large hands cup your head and waist. God, you loved this man. 
“I am sorry, Lee,” you whisper against his lips, your arms slinging around his neck to hold him as close as possible. The room was quickly heating with the rising tension between you two, your coffees long forgotten in favor of each other’s lips. 
“I know, Babydoll, I forgive you,” he whispers back before diving in for another kiss, this one deeper and more demanding. The way he pulled you into him with much more force than normal told you that he was already planning something. Your lungs burn as he holds you firmly in the kiss, a hand on the back of your head keeps you pinned in place. He releases your lips when the need for air is almost desperate, both of you panting and gasping for air. The playful glint in his eyes gave way to a darker glare, one that you were very familiar with. He licked his lips and gave you a wolfish grin. 
 “If you think m’not gonna punish you for your little joke, you’ve got another thing comin’, girl.”
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thornsnvultures · 2 years
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Sebastian Stan + Characters Masterlist ☆
18+ BLOG, MINORS DNI. IF YOU INTERACT AND YOU DON’T HAVE YOUR AGE VISIBLE ON YOUR BLOG YOU WILL BE BLOCKED. 18+ BLOG, MINORS DNI.
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♡ = smut
sebastian stan
tickled pink ♡ - lettin’ seb hit in the met pink fit
keep it up ♡ - Seb knows what he wants for his 40th birthday, and he wants you to give it to him…
everything I want... ♡ - friends to lovers, breeding kink
bucky barnes
in my pocket ♡ - thigh grinding on a hot day
making time ♡ - "co-workers" fooling around at "work"
monuments and melodies - bucky keeps a photo of you with him at all times
petrichor ♡ - car sex in the rain
memories (sweet like cocoa) ♡ - winter fluff w/ bf!bucky
fluttering ♡ - car sex at the beach
ooey gooey ♡ - lumberjack!bucky thinks you’re sugary sweet
   > already there - sequel to ooey gooey, bucky calls you on the road
sweet fire -  bucky melts so easily for you
make you whole -  fluffy wedding drabble
finally - same au as “make you whole”
all hail the king - faerie king!bucky au
nightfall - camping & stargazing with your bf (drabble game)
set a flame ♡ - 3some with knight!steve, royalty au
love you, loser - light hurt/comfort drabble
i spy: chained  ♡ - mob au, drabble
lee bodecker
pressure ♡ - sleepy smut, daddy kink
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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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